25 Jun 2023, 06:13
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Metamorphmagus
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioThe metamorphmagus gene goes way back to Kita, Olive's grandmother from her mother's side, who is known in the Aoki family for being the sole known metamorphmagi in the family tree. Regardless, that role was taken away from Kita once Olive was born, for at the age of four, the Campbell child had started to see some... modifications.
Olive's first visible transformation happened while the child was playing with her cousin. They were playing with Olive's dollhouse in her bedroom, and the two had started to quarrel over who would get the prettiest doll. Since Olive's cousin was visibly spoiled, she could not stand her at all and had tried her best up to that point to control her anger towards her family member. Young, and unable to regulate her emotions suitably, even tho she was trying her best not to explode, her reaction to Emi's irritating behavior towards the superficial imaginary game they were playing was rather surprising, particularly for her cousin.
Olive's eyes were not in their natural color, that was for certain. Her dark brown irises had gone from their initial color to a striking red, and when Olive gaped at Emi with those eyes that radiated a great degree of anger, Emi had to back away to make sure that Olive wouldn't do anything to her. Because Olive's nature was usually calm and she preferred to maintain her feelings to herself, it was weird for Emi to see her cousin in such a state, so her fear towards her at that moment was obvious.
Olive was weirded out by her cousin's demeanor. She could not see what was the reason for her hasty silence and flee from the room- but it was apparent to her that she, Olive, had pushed her to panic for some reason.
As a consequence of her compassion, after realizing that there was an opportunity that Olive had shown some kind of emotion to her cousin, she ran after Emi to try and get her to express what was wrong. Emi had run to Olive's mother to demonstrate what she had just seen, but when Olive appeared and Olive's mother reviewed her eyes, they returned to their authentic color. Her mother, after making sure that Olive had not felt anything uncommon after her so said ''shift'', waved the child away but still kept an eye on her in case another situation similar to this one happened once more.
After this event, Olive realized, after a few more occurrences similar to the latter, that she was able to change her appearance at will. This realization happened once Olive decided to open up about this to her metamorphmagi grandmother since she felt like she could relate to her in that way. Kita, Olive's grandmother, had explained and shown Olive a lot of things related to this newly discovered power of hers, and how she could use it for her own good.
However, even tho as she grew she learned plenty of ways to control her power, it was still a difficult task to hide her emotions due to the fact that, when they were powerful enough, they manifested themselves in a physical way (through shapeshifting).
Olive had a nature of being a big people-pleaser and will do the best she can in order to satisfy people's needs without looking at her own beforehand. This comes with the trait of hiding her real emotions, and her ability to express them in a physical way through shifting her features has made her a lot more self-conscious and insecure about herself, for whenever she would feel anger or sadness, it would immediately become visible. Since she is still young and the discovery of her power is still relatively recent for her, she tries her best to learn how to control it and make sure it only appeared when she decided it could, however, she has still to master this level of self-control.Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system:WC: 655
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Status: Approved, Beatrice, June 28
25 Jun 2023, 15:46
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Lycanthropy
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Lycanthropy
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For Allen's 10th birthday, his parents organized a grand party. Numerous wizarding families, accompanied by their children of similar ages were invited. The backyard of the Kristiansen mansion was transformed into a gorgeous setting with all the decoration and illumination. Despite the elaborate arrangements made in his honor, Allen couldn't shake off a deep sense of exlusion. While the adults engaged in lively conversations and enjoyed their drinks, the children, unfamiliar to him, played games with one another. His sister, the only familiar face, seemed to have forgotten about him entirely, enjoyed being the center of attention while she mesmerized everyone by playing the violin.
Allen's family didn't mean to ignore him, in fact, they had good intentions; wanting to provide him with an opportunity to socialize independently with his peers. However, Allen's introverted nature made it too difficult for him to start conversations or approach others on his own. The evening continued, leaving him overwhelmed with a heart-wrenching sense of loneliness in the middle of a bustling crowd. The bright lights and annoying music made it almost impossible to gauge the passage of time. A growing restlessness consumed the young boy, compelling him to escape the uncomfortable atmosphere. It seemed unlikely that anyone would even notice his absence anyway.
Quietly slipping away from the backyard, Allen embarked on a straight path, distancing himself from the fading sounds of the party. Unaccustomed to wondering off on his own like this, he found himself unwittingly entering a forest dense with towering trees. At first, the woods exuded a calming and peaceful aura, encouraging him to continue his aimless wanderings and lose track of time. However, the tranquility was shattered when an ominous howl echoed through the air, jolting Allen with a renewed urge to return home. Unfortunately, when he attempted to retrace his steps, all he could recognize were the imposing silhouettes of old, white pine trees. His sense of direction had abandoned him, leaving him in a state of panic.
With no certain direction in mind, Allen pressed onward, hoping to stumble upon a path leading back to the mansion. His anxiety increased as eerie nosies, more spine-chilling than anything he had ever heard, echoed through the forest. The sound of brittle leaves crunching beneath rapid footsteps pierced the air. Consumed by fear, he ran as fast as his trembling legs allowed him, yet the threatening sounds only grew closer and closer. Soon after, he could distinguish the menacing exhales of what sounded to be a formidable wild creature. However, his terror left him unable of glancing backward to identify the predator.
Suddenly, a piercing pain was felt through his back, starting from his neck and left shoulder. The unfortunate birthday boy tumbled to the ground after suffering the bite of the werewolf that had pounced on him. He took one last glimpse of the moonlight, but his view swiftly became obscured by the horrifying face that would haunt his nightmares for countless nights to come. Though familiar with the appearance of wolves, the face before him prewsented a grotesque distortion of the animal. Allen squeezed his eyes shut, taking a breath he believed might be his last. However, in an instant, he heard an explosion-like noise accompanied by the agonizing cry of the werewolf. Opening his eyes once more, Allen witnessed his parents rushing to his side before losing his consciousness. Thankfully, his absence was noticed despite his previous beliefs, though not quick enough to prevent the first bite.
When he woke up, he found himself in his bed, surrounded by several healers. The once painful wounds had reduced their torment, leaving behind scars resembling the imprints of the werewolf's teeth on his pale skin. Following this incident, Allen's family began treating him with utmost care, as if he were a helpless infant requiring constant protection from the world. His father would continually brew large doses of wolfbane potion, ensuring that Allen would never be compelled to transform into the monstrous creature which once hurt him. Despite being affected by the poison of lycanthropy himself, Allen developed an incapacitating fear of werewolves. The constant labeling of the werewolves as "monsters" by his family started to inflict upon him a profound identity crisis.
Allen's family didn't mean to ignore him, in fact, they had good intentions; wanting to provide him with an opportunity to socialize independently with his peers. However, Allen's introverted nature made it too difficult for him to start conversations or approach others on his own. The evening continued, leaving him overwhelmed with a heart-wrenching sense of loneliness in the middle of a bustling crowd. The bright lights and annoying music made it almost impossible to gauge the passage of time. A growing restlessness consumed the young boy, compelling him to escape the uncomfortable atmosphere. It seemed unlikely that anyone would even notice his absence anyway.
Quietly slipping away from the backyard, Allen embarked on a straight path, distancing himself from the fading sounds of the party. Unaccustomed to wondering off on his own like this, he found himself unwittingly entering a forest dense with towering trees. At first, the woods exuded a calming and peaceful aura, encouraging him to continue his aimless wanderings and lose track of time. However, the tranquility was shattered when an ominous howl echoed through the air, jolting Allen with a renewed urge to return home. Unfortunately, when he attempted to retrace his steps, all he could recognize were the imposing silhouettes of old, white pine trees. His sense of direction had abandoned him, leaving him in a state of panic.
With no certain direction in mind, Allen pressed onward, hoping to stumble upon a path leading back to the mansion. His anxiety increased as eerie nosies, more spine-chilling than anything he had ever heard, echoed through the forest. The sound of brittle leaves crunching beneath rapid footsteps pierced the air. Consumed by fear, he ran as fast as his trembling legs allowed him, yet the threatening sounds only grew closer and closer. Soon after, he could distinguish the menacing exhales of what sounded to be a formidable wild creature. However, his terror left him unable of glancing backward to identify the predator.
Suddenly, a piercing pain was felt through his back, starting from his neck and left shoulder. The unfortunate birthday boy tumbled to the ground after suffering the bite of the werewolf that had pounced on him. He took one last glimpse of the moonlight, but his view swiftly became obscured by the horrifying face that would haunt his nightmares for countless nights to come. Though familiar with the appearance of wolves, the face before him prewsented a grotesque distortion of the animal. Allen squeezed his eyes shut, taking a breath he believed might be his last. However, in an instant, he heard an explosion-like noise accompanied by the agonizing cry of the werewolf. Opening his eyes once more, Allen witnessed his parents rushing to his side before losing his consciousness. Thankfully, his absence was noticed despite his previous beliefs, though not quick enough to prevent the first bite.
When he woke up, he found himself in his bed, surrounded by several healers. The once painful wounds had reduced their torment, leaving behind scars resembling the imprints of the werewolf's teeth on his pale skin. Following this incident, Allen's family began treating him with utmost care, as if he were a helpless infant requiring constant protection from the world. His father would continually brew large doses of wolfbane potion, ensuring that Allen would never be compelled to transform into the monstrous creature which once hurt him. Despite being affected by the poison of lycanthropy himself, Allen developed an incapacitating fear of werewolves. The constant labeling of the werewolves as "monsters" by his family started to inflict upon him a profound identity crisis.
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STATUS: Approved - Maya, 26 June
26 Jun 2023, 01:44
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence
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ReducioEveryone who knows Robin would more than likely describe her as overly kind and always happy, always willing to go above and beyond for others, and easily able to put people at ease. It was thanks to her ability to meticulously craft a personality that makes her impossible to dislike, and she's learnt over the course of her childhood that it also helps to repress your own emotions so you always appear laidback and don't cause anyone unnecessary worry. That way, you can focus on making sure the people around you are content without anyone worrying about how you're feeling.
Was it healthy? Not for her, definitely not, but it helped other people, and that's what mattered in the end. It was a skill she had honed well, especially during her time in the foster care system, because she had slowly learnt that to some people she was more useful when she was able to do something. One particular instance that proved this involved an annoying, ratty 7 year old boy, a skateboard, and gravel. Robin was the same age as him and he was one of the only kids around her age in the neighbourhood, so she was basically forced to play with him for some form of entertainment despite him being very annoying, but he seemed to like her well enough, so she dealt with it. His parents, however, didn't seem particularly fond of her being a foster kid, and it was more than obvious that they wanted her to stop hanging out with their son.
At least, that was the case up until one particular day. Robin had tried warning the boy that the skateboard was a dangerous idea, considering he didn't know how to ride it and he had stolen it from his older brother. He ignored her, but she was proven right when only seconds later the skateboard had slid out from under him and he landed on his back, his elbows breaking his fall by hitting the gravel hard. Immediately, he started crying and wailing enough to alert the entire neighbourhood, and Robin rushed over to him to check out the wound.
"Hey, hey, it's okay! It's only a tiny scratch!" She reassured him, a gentle smile gracing her face as she cradled his arm. The cut wasn't too deep, but it was bloody and no doubt hurt quite a bit. Despite this, Robin's reassuring presence made the crying and wailing from the boy slowly come to a stop, enough that he was coherent and able to respond when his mother finally came over to see the commotion. Once the boy had explained what had happened, the mother cast Robin a grateful look - which was a contrast to her usual distasteful glance - and thanked her for reassuring her son and keeping him calm. This was the moment she realized that something about her seemed to calm other people down, and since that day she kept honing that skill, that particular part of her personality, so she could use it to help others.
She didn't know exactly what to call it, but she was more than grateful for her ability to keep others at ease. It came in useful in a wide variety of situations, and it was one thing she cherished most about herself. Being able to let people focus in dire situations by simply being a calming presence at their side was a gift, even if it came at the expense of her own wellbeing.
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STATUS: Approved - Maya, 26 June
28 Jun 2023, 22:41
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Wandmaker
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ReducioAs the young girl stepped into Ollivanders, memories rushed into her mind. Almost three years ago, she had been standing in the same spot with her dad by her side. Back then, her life was different, she had been different. The magical world had been a mystery for her, she hadn't even been able to cast a single spell. And now, now everything had changed. In her year at Hogwarts, she had been a prefect and dueling captain. Hours were spent studying magical creatures and hundreds of spells were cast. Her whole worldview had changed drastically in the past three years and this summer it had changed even more.
The perfect image she had of her father, the man she looked up to and trusted the most, was shattered when she returned home from her third year at Hogwarts. At first, the young girl refused to believe it. Her dad would never cheat on her mom. There was no way! Even though her dad admitted it to her and apologized, she was sure it was all a lie. But now she knew it was true and she wasn't going to let it slide. Despite the burning curiosity inside of her, she didn't ask her father why they were in Ollivanders. He didn't deserve it. For the past weeks, she had barely been talking to him. Only when it was inevitable, her dad would get a reply. Maybe her dad thought wands were like phones and they needed to be replaced every couple of years.
Whatever the underlying reason was, her father informed her that she would be able to buy a new wand. He told her she deserved it for all the work she had put into school and that he was super proud of her. The only acknowledgment her dad got was a suspicious glare before the brunette walked into the store. Although she did not seriously consider getting a new one, Samantha looked at the different wands as her dad talked with the shop owner.
Her blue eyes scanned the different wands, some being ridiculously small and others a lot longer than her current wand. One of the wands was only 21 centimeters and the girl thought it looked ridiculous. A wand was something super important for a wizard and she could not imagine waving around such a small wand. Your wand was something to be proud of and Samantha loved the dramatic aesthetic a longer wand gave up. Glancing at her current wand, the brunette realized that it was a bit shorter than she preferred, but she quickly cut off the thought. She didn't need a new wand. (Wand length: 30.2 (104/50))
Her eyes continued their path as she tried to figure out from which wood certain wands were made. Wand woods weren't something Samantha was an expert on but she did know a few things about some of them. It wouldn't be something she would ever admit, but she didn't recognize any at all. Unknowingly, her eyes scanned a wand that was made out of the perfect wand wood for her, Rowan. That specific wand was known for ending up with pure-hearted witches and wizards. Even though she would never say it about herself, Samantha did have a good heart. Whenever somebody needed her, she would be there to help and she always wanted to see other people happy. Another thing the young girl loved to do was gossip. However, she didn't really consider it gossiping, she was just gathering information about other people because she was curious. That was all. She would never spread lies about somebody to ruin their life, her morals were too high for that. (Wand wood: Rowan (168/50))
While looking at all the wands, she could hear the voices of her dad and the shopkeeper moving closer to her. The usually extremely talkative Samantha hadn't spoken a word since entering the shop and only greeted the shopkeeper with a short hello. As her current attitude didn't fit her character, it took a really long time to find a proper wand that fitted the young girl. The idea of buying a new wand still wasn't appealing to Samantha, but she just went with it.
However, her mind was immanently changed when she was handed her 88th wand. The Rowan wand felt like an extent of herself and the length was perfect. The power she felt in the wand felt trusted like it had belonged to her for years. Her old wand with its phoenix feather core felt like nothing compared to this. One of Samantha's favorite dueling spells was the Wind Jinx, and this specific core took from the nature of the Thunderbird, making it great at producing weather-related magic. Another thing that made this core perfect for the dueling captain was her competitive nature. Giving up was not something she did and she always kept fighting for as long as possible. (Wand core: Thunderbird Tail Feather (91/50))
After taking a good look at the wand, she twirled it around. Much unlike her current wand, this one was very inflexible. A little smile appeared on her face as she realized how well the lack of flexibility fitted her. One thing her friends and family could tell you about Samantha was that she was very stubborn and didn't like it when things didn't go the way she wanted. Apparently, the joy she felt was shown on her face, as the shop owner commented that it was a great fit for her. The student was too focused on her wand to realize her dad paid for it until he called her name to go. (Wand flexibility: Inflexible (60/50))
STATUS: Approved - Jake, 29 June
29 Jun 2023, 06:24
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Prodigal DADA Learner
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Prodigal DADA Learner
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Reducio
"Did you mean if you can cast it? Of course you can't!"
The two teens shared a giggle, eyeing the preteen standing in front of them. He was rather short and small, his appearance showed nothing that could possibly link him to combats and self-protection. "Listen, kid. We don't mean to be mean - no pun intended - but it's a difficult spell. Even we haven't mastered it yet, and not just the two of us, but also plenty other classmates. You're not even a third year; yeah perhaps you have heard about the spell, or seen your parents casted it. But performing it yourself? That's not going to work."
Maverick Castle just smiled at the elder students, a confident smile like what he preferred to display when he was so sure that he would be in control of the situation. Even though a part of him was tempted to lash some anger at them, or perhaps even cast an annoying spell at them, his feelings told him not to yield to the temptation.
Wand in his hand, forest green eyes focused on what he was going to do. In a moment, the spell was cast, and it was successfully casted. The two teenagers gaped. "Wait, what?"
The younger Gryffindor shot a look back at them, his confident but friendly face had just turned into a smug expression.
Little did they know Maverick was not their average younger Hogwarts student. He had been highly interested in the art of Defence Against the Dark Arts ever since he got a taste of it; in his eyes, it was the coolest thing the wizarding world could probably offer. Coupled with his love for the dramatic and dream to be a heroic figure who stood in the limelight, the boy was determined to be the valedictorian in said class.
In the past months, he had been reading supplementary DADA books from the school library, including the ones aimed for students of higher years. But because he was not much of a theoretical person (not that DADA depended more on theories, either), he also had been trying his hands on the spells when he was not feeling too tired or too lazy.
His favourite place to practise was the Duelling Club; there was something in that room that motivated him more than any other venues and it simply set his mood right. But he preferred to do it when he was alone, as he did not want others to see his failed attempts. They may only see when he was performing his best.
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The two teens shared a giggle, eyeing the preteen standing in front of them. He was rather short and small, his appearance showed nothing that could possibly link him to combats and self-protection. "Listen, kid. We don't mean to be mean - no pun intended - but it's a difficult spell. Even we haven't mastered it yet, and not just the two of us, but also plenty other classmates. You're not even a third year; yeah perhaps you have heard about the spell, or seen your parents casted it. But performing it yourself? That's not going to work."
Maverick Castle just smiled at the elder students, a confident smile like what he preferred to display when he was so sure that he would be in control of the situation. Even though a part of him was tempted to lash some anger at them, or perhaps even cast an annoying spell at them, his feelings told him not to yield to the temptation.
Wand in his hand, forest green eyes focused on what he was going to do. In a moment, the spell was cast, and it was successfully casted. The two teenagers gaped. "Wait, what?"
The younger Gryffindor shot a look back at them, his confident but friendly face had just turned into a smug expression.
Little did they know Maverick was not their average younger Hogwarts student. He had been highly interested in the art of Defence Against the Dark Arts ever since he got a taste of it; in his eyes, it was the coolest thing the wizarding world could probably offer. Coupled with his love for the dramatic and dream to be a heroic figure who stood in the limelight, the boy was determined to be the valedictorian in said class.
In the past months, he had been reading supplementary DADA books from the school library, including the ones aimed for students of higher years. But because he was not much of a theoretical person (not that DADA depended more on theories, either), he also had been trying his hands on the spells when he was not feeling too tired or too lazy.
His favourite place to practise was the Duelling Club; there was something in that room that motivated him more than any other venues and it simply set his mood right. But he preferred to do it when he was alone, as he did not want others to see his failed attempts. They may only see when he was performing his best.
(WC: 432)
STATUS: Approved - Jake, 29 June
The world is in despair not because there are many bad people, but because there are many good people who do nothing.
1 Jul 2023, 14:08
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Savior
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioSince Alma had joined Quidditch, she learned something new every practice. She learned how to catch the quaffle properly without fumbling, she learned how to dodge bludgers, and she learned how to look out for her teammates. This really came in handy during the last two games, where she and Clark had been put on save duty. Despite all the dangers of the sport, she found herself excited to go into practice every week.
This time, however, she was not practicing with her team. It was often that some students organized informal Quidditch matches, and she had signed up for one with a few students that she did not know. It was your basic game; not much like a real match, but it still excited her all the same. She had signed up for chaser, her normal role on her house team. The announcer called both teams onto the pitch and Alma felt that nervous feeling of excitement - (ironic, right?) - rising in her chest.
The game started and they began playing. The first couple rounds were fine; she managed to grab the quaffle a few times, and so far no one had fallen off their broom. This round though, she was on the lookout for players falling out of the sky. She heard a yell from behind her, turning to see one of their beaters taking the fall of shame down to the grassy ground of the pitch. Alma swooped toward them as fast as she could, just barely scooping them up before they hit the ground. That was a close one.
The next round, she focused on getting the player back to their own broom. As that player was climbing back on, she heard another scream. Oh no, not again. She whipped her head around to where yet another player was taking the tumble downward. Could she make it? Well...maybe. She waited until the other was fully off of her broom and took off as fast as she could toward the falling person. Her fight or flight seemed to kick in as soon as she saw a friend in danger. She may not have known this person, but a teammate was a friend even so. She was so close, almost there and....got it! She caught them just in time, and in the same round too! She had no idea she could do that...well, that'll sure come in handy for the next match!
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STATUS: Approved - Jake, 1 July
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2 Jul 2023, 00:32
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Ability/Race application: Perfectionist
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Reducio
Aries was born to a wealthy and rich family with high expectations of her. She wasn't greedy or anything of that sort which she thought was the reason she wasn't sorted into Slytherin. But what she did want was attention from others. Everybody wants what they don't have and the same applied for Aries. The only reason her parents would ever care for her was to be perfect. It became a routine for Aries, trying to be exceptional in everything she did, trying hard to reach the expectations of her family. Her older brother didn't make anything better, he went to a muggle school where everything seemed easy and he was the most perfect child ever. Aries was used to her life and always being perfect just to get her mother's attention. Her mother, Saturn, coming from a pure-blood family wished the best for her daughter, but could never show it due to Aries's muggle father and denied muggle brother. Saturn was a Slytherin which affected Aries a lot. She always tried to live up since her mother liked her evn less when she got into Gryffindor. It wasn't what Aries expected, but she kept geting more and more perfect. Her friends called her perfection a bit much and she couldn't deny it, being perfect was just normal to her.
At this point Aries didn't even try to be perfect, she just was. She always signed for everything possible, and aced it immediately. She was competitive in every way, and always challenged others. She knew where it came from and she was very proud. As she distanced her family and started her second year in Hogwarts, more opportunities awaited for her, and she took the chance, oh she took every chance just to beat everyone and satisfy her parents. Soon enough, she didn't care to impress her mother since her father died. She did it for herself as time pass and a hobby. She currently signed up for dueling, quidditch, and broom racing. Aries thinks of herself as a perfectionist, and she hopes others do too. Being perfect was really all that mattered and worried her. Not that she got worried, she just couldn't ever be. Being afraid was a sign of fear of course, and that wasn't perfect enough for her or Saturn. She likes to think it was her older brother, Forrest that inspired her, but she's never talked to him since. Being a perfectionist was all that she thought about, she didn't think about all that, she was just perfect in every way. Aries was a perfectionist.
Aries was born to a wealthy and rich family with high expectations of her. She wasn't greedy or anything of that sort which she thought was the reason she wasn't sorted into Slytherin. But what she did want was attention from others. Everybody wants what they don't have and the same applied for Aries. The only reason her parents would ever care for her was to be perfect. It became a routine for Aries, trying to be exceptional in everything she did, trying hard to reach the expectations of her family. Her older brother didn't make anything better, he went to a muggle school where everything seemed easy and he was the most perfect child ever. Aries was used to her life and always being perfect just to get her mother's attention. Her mother, Saturn, coming from a pure-blood family wished the best for her daughter, but could never show it due to Aries's muggle father and denied muggle brother. Saturn was a Slytherin which affected Aries a lot. She always tried to live up since her mother liked her evn less when she got into Gryffindor. It wasn't what Aries expected, but she kept geting more and more perfect. Her friends called her perfection a bit much and she couldn't deny it, being perfect was just normal to her.
At this point Aries didn't even try to be perfect, she just was. She always signed for everything possible, and aced it immediately. She was competitive in every way, and always challenged others. She knew where it came from and she was very proud. As she distanced her family and started her second year in Hogwarts, more opportunities awaited for her, and she took the chance, oh she took every chance just to beat everyone and satisfy her parents. Soon enough, she didn't care to impress her mother since her father died. She did it for herself as time pass and a hobby. She currently signed up for dueling, quidditch, and broom racing. Aries thinks of herself as a perfectionist, and she hopes others do too. Being perfect was really all that mattered and worried her. Not that she got worried, she just couldn't ever be. Being afraid was a sign of fear of course, and that wasn't perfect enough for her or Saturn. She likes to think it was her older brother, Forrest that inspired her, but she's never talked to him since. Being a perfectionist was all that she thought about, she didn't think about all that, she was just perfect in every way. Aries was a perfectionist.
Status: Approved, Beatrice, 2 July
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2 Jul 2023, 00:43
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Bubba | Bubba's Grandfather
Bubba’s grandfather stood in the doorway to his room while Bubba sat on his bed, unpacking his trunk from the last year at Hogwarts. He was an older Irishman who looked even older than he was. He’d spent his life as a potion maker but also fancied himself a Magizoologist but he wasn’t very good at it. On one of his last adventures, no one was sure what happened but his grandfather had never been the same. He’d become temperamental, paranoid, and sometimes nonsensical with his ramblings. He visited St. Mungos once a month which reset the progression of his illness but always deteriorated. So, as much as Bubba loved his grandfather, he wasn’t overjoyed to see him in the doorway as he wasn’t sure who he was going to get. His lovable, slightly goofy grandfather, or the raving lunatic. All in all, Bubba was really concerned, he didn’t need his grandfather to have an episode the day he got home.
His grandfather had a thick head of shaggy, white hair on his head and a beard to match that was, for once, well-groomed and all trimmed up. He was wearing clean robes, which was encouraging, but Bubba knew it meant nothing. His grandfather seemed to sense his trepidation and smiled amiably at him. “Don’t worry, it’s me,” he said with a smile, “Ben didn’t say anything in his letters because we thought it would be a nice surprise.” He paused for a moment and Bubba took some time to think. He did seem different, actually normal for once. But what was the surprise, Bubba thought he might have an idea but didn’t want to get his hopes up. “There was a Professor visiting from Uagadou who had seen my symptoms before and, well I don’t know what they did, or what made me this way, but they were able to modify my memory so cleanly that I think they might’ve fixed me.” He said with a wide smile.
Bubba couldn’t believe it, but it looked like it was true. He hadn’t heard his grandfather sound so lucid in years. He jumped up off his bed and wrapped him in a big hug. He heard his grandfather chuckle happily and after a moment, they pulled away and stood there, looking at each other. “It’s been a month so it looks like it stuck, I hope it has, it’s great to feel like myself again.”
His grandfather reached into his pocket and took out a thin, black box. Bubba gave a look of puzzlement as he was pretty sure he knew what was in the box but was confused because he had no idea why either of them would need a wand. His grandfather hardly used his and the one Bubba had gotten from Ollivander’s was serving him well. “I’ve been trying to make amends for what I’ve put you all through these last few years. I can’t make it up to your mother and that’s something I’ll have to live with forever.” He said as tears filled his eyes at the thought and Bubba’s welled up as well. Bubba knew it wasn’t his grandfather’s fault but it still pained him to think of his mother not being there to see what he’d done, or to hold him when he was sad, or to guide him on what to do next.
His grandfather regained his composure and continued, “The benefit of being mad for a few years is you don’t spend any money, so I’ve changed some of my galleons to muggle money and given them to your father to help out around here but for you, I wasn’t sure what to do…” He looked down at the box and then back to Bubba. “What do you know of wandmakers?” He asked.
Bubba looked down at the box and back up to his grandfather, thinking for a moment, “Well, I know Ollivander obviously, he made my wand… I think there was a… Gorgovitch? No, Gregorovitch, over in Eastern Europe, but beyond that, I don’t know much at all.” He said, a bit annoyed with himself. He prided himself on being knowledgeable and knowing that he lacked knowledge of this subject made him want to become better versed.
“Well…” His grandfather began slowly, “I got caught in my own head and couldn’t express myself at all but inside that fog, I was able to see, and hear, and watch, and I’ve watched you grow into a young man of conviction, with a strict moral code, an indomitable will, and a singular wit and… shall we say a flair for the dramatic at times.” He said proudly with an approving smile. “So I reached out to Ollivander’s and told them just the type of person you are, all your qualities, and they had this made special for you.” He then extended his arm and offered the box to Bubba.
Bubba gently took it and smiled happily up at his grandfather, “I’m sorry…” he stammered, “For once in my life I’m at a loss for words… thank you.”
His grandfather chuckled, “That is rare isn’t it?” He smiled before continuing as Bubba opened the box and looked at his new wand for the first time. “29.7 centimeters, the wood is spruce, with a Kneazle Whisker at its core, and, just like you, it’s unyielding.” He looked down as Bubba smiled widely in awe at the wand in front of him. His current wand was all well and good but this was made special for him, “I’m told it’s an uncommon combination.” He said as a smiled down at his grandson, “Well, pick it up, and let’s see if the magic happens,” he said, laughing at his own joke.
Bubba walked over to his bedside table and gently set the box down. He carefully picked the wand up and then finally, held it in his hand as if he were ready to cast a spell. The feeling was… intense… more intense than when he’d gotten his first wand. The wand felt warm in his hand and as he waved his up and down in front of him, blue and gold ribbons shot out of the end. Bubba smiled widely, “I think it knows I’m a Ravenclaw,” he said with a chuckle, the wand gave what he could only perceive as a slight, happy vibration at his quip. “Thank you, granddad, this is amazing.”(wc 1068)
Length: 29.7 cm
Bubba always had a point to make and he was a firm believer that if you had one, you had to make it as exuberantly as possible. He always remembered the argument he’d had with that infuriating Sienna Lenior down by the lake in his first year. In the middle of their pitched argument, he’d systematically laid out how she was in the wrong, even offering to make her a condescending flowchart in the process. It was very loud but it certainly got his point across. (wc 86)
Wood: Spruce
Bubba was always comfortable being the center of attention. In a carriage full of people on the Hogwarts Express he always had a quick joke that he could use to light up the room. His intelligence was always useful to him in that he could almost instantaneously respond to something that someone said. There were few people at Hogwarts that could match him for a quicker wit. He was always there with a comeback if he got into an argument with someone he was adept at using that wit argue circles around people. (wc 93)
Core: Kneazle Whisker
While Bubba is generally able to get along with pretty much everyone unless they’re rude or bigoted, he wears his heart on his sleeve and is not afraid to say what’s on his mind. His mouth has gotten him into trouble many times because even though it may not be popular or the best idea, he’s always said what he thinks and doesn’t care what other people of him because he is steadfast in his belief that he’s right. His wit, his steadfast belief in himself and his perspective, and the fact that suffers no bullshit means that he is always heard, even if it results in a perception of someone with a sharp tongue and a large helping of snark to go with it. (wc 125)
Flexibility: Unyielding
Ben, Bubba’s father, has been in Politics for all of Bubba’s life. Along with a parent in politics comes an exposure to politics and Bubba has, from a young age, had strong ideas of the way things should be and what’s right and wrong. Bubba is uncompromising and unyielding in his beliefs. He is prepared to fight for his beliefs, with words and if necessary, with his actions. He is steadfast in his beliefs and cannot be bent to someone else’s side for the sake of expedience or personal gain. What’s right is right and even if he has little chance to win, Bubba will not yield to save himself. (wc 110)
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Despite her own, very obvious lack of success in dueling, Guinevere liked to watch more experienced and skilled students duel, to try to learn from them. She would sit quietly in the spectators’ seats, observing every winning team.
After watching a few official duels, she narrowed it down to three simple things: they could dodge. They had accuracy. And they knew their spells. Really well. Dodging and accuracy, she could just practice that. But with her age (at this point in time, she was still a second year), there were only a handful of spells that would be useful to duelling. As she reasoned, no matter now good her reflexes and sharp eye could be, none of it would matter if she knew no spells that would give her a clear upper hand over her peers.
Guinevere rummaged in her book bag a bit and found her aspen wand (a total scam, by the way. Ollivander had told her accomplished duellists were chosen by aspen wands. Clearly not, in her case). She stood from her bed in the Narcissa Malfoy dorms, and hiked up the steps to the library.
It was early morning, and a weekend, so not many people were out and about.
Guinevere went over to the textbook and curriculum section to see what the future years' books held in store. Her sights landed on the fourth year volume of The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection. Guinevere had liked DADA as a subject before then, as well. Her grades were pretty good, though not as good as her Potions grades. She always had been pretty good at the practical side of it too, usually mastering spells within the class period, and if not, it usually only took a day or so to get it down.
She found the concept of dangerous beasts and knowing how to protect yourself them quite intruiging and interesting, even before her interest in duelling. After flipping through the pages, she found that the concepts taught on it were going to be very useful, and decided to try to learn a few spells from the next year up. Other students had done it before, one of her own duels had proven that to her. So why couldn't she?
She flipped back to the first page, and started reading. She would read and re-read the chapter a few times, making sure she had gotten the idea and concept down. Then, following a small diagram printed onto the page, she would wordlessly move her wand in the motion. After maybe ten tries, she quietly pronounced the incantation of the spell she was trying to learn. Then, as people were already trickling in, she picked up her things, checked out the book, and went to the grounds to practice.
After watching a few official duels, she narrowed it down to three simple things: they could dodge. They had accuracy. And they knew their spells. Really well. Dodging and accuracy, she could just practice that. But with her age (at this point in time, she was still a second year), there were only a handful of spells that would be useful to duelling. As she reasoned, no matter now good her reflexes and sharp eye could be, none of it would matter if she knew no spells that would give her a clear upper hand over her peers.
Guinevere rummaged in her book bag a bit and found her aspen wand (a total scam, by the way. Ollivander had told her accomplished duellists were chosen by aspen wands. Clearly not, in her case). She stood from her bed in the Narcissa Malfoy dorms, and hiked up the steps to the library.
It was early morning, and a weekend, so not many people were out and about.
Guinevere went over to the textbook and curriculum section to see what the future years' books held in store. Her sights landed on the fourth year volume of The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection. Guinevere had liked DADA as a subject before then, as well. Her grades were pretty good, though not as good as her Potions grades. She always had been pretty good at the practical side of it too, usually mastering spells within the class period, and if not, it usually only took a day or so to get it down.
She found the concept of dangerous beasts and knowing how to protect yourself them quite intruiging and interesting, even before her interest in duelling. After flipping through the pages, she found that the concepts taught on it were going to be very useful, and decided to try to learn a few spells from the next year up. Other students had done it before, one of her own duels had proven that to her. So why couldn't she?
She flipped back to the first page, and started reading. She would read and re-read the chapter a few times, making sure she had gotten the idea and concept down. Then, following a small diagram printed onto the page, she would wordlessly move her wand in the motion. After maybe ten tries, she quietly pronounced the incantation of the spell she was trying to learn. Then, as people were already trickling in, she picked up her things, checked out the book, and went to the grounds to practice.
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Winona loved making potions more and more as she got older. She cherished the memories of her father and the fun they had exploring nature together to find ingredients for potions. Those walks were filled with laughter and amazement, and Winona thought of them as the happiest times of her childhood. The bond she had with her father during those adventures was very special.
As Winona grew up, her father started teaching her about the small details of potion ingredients. He explained how where you find the ingredients and how you store them can affect their quality. Winona eagerly soaked up this knowledge and found comfort in the world of potions.
To keep track of all the things she was learning, Winona carefully wrote them down in a notebook. She decorated the pages with fancy drawings and her own writing, capturing what her father taught her, what she learned at Hogwarts, and her own research. This notebook became her constant companion and showed her dedication and love for making potions.
Wherever she went, Winona always paid attention to her surroundings. She never travelled far without either a bag or a small purse, so that she could collect interesting and valuable ingredients she found. She made sure to keep them safe for future use.
In her bedroom at home and her dorm room at Hogwarts, Winona had shelves filled with jars and boxes holding her collection of ingredients. Each container had a label with important information about when and where the ingredient was found. This attention to detail helped Winona keep track of where her ingredients came from and how they could be used.
Collecting new stones and plants was like going on an adventure for Winona. When she got back home, she would eagerly look through lots of books to find information about them. She loved uncovering the hidden secrets and magical properties of each ingredient. She was fascinated by the subtle differences between ingredients collected in different seasons or places. This made her want to explore even more. The library at Hogwarts was especially helpful, with its many books just waiting for her to discover new things.
Knowing that she had a wide variety of ingredients, each with their own qualities and freshness, made Winona feel secure. She found comfort in knowing she was always ready to make a potion, with a big selection of carefully collected and stored ingredients. The thought of having at least some parts of most recipes right there made her feel confident and prepared for any potion-making task.
Winona loved making potions more and more as she got older. She cherished the memories of her father and the fun they had exploring nature together to find ingredients for potions. Those walks were filled with laughter and amazement, and Winona thought of them as the happiest times of her childhood. The bond she had with her father during those adventures was very special.
As Winona grew up, her father started teaching her about the small details of potion ingredients. He explained how where you find the ingredients and how you store them can affect their quality. Winona eagerly soaked up this knowledge and found comfort in the world of potions.
To keep track of all the things she was learning, Winona carefully wrote them down in a notebook. She decorated the pages with fancy drawings and her own writing, capturing what her father taught her, what she learned at Hogwarts, and her own research. This notebook became her constant companion and showed her dedication and love for making potions.
Wherever she went, Winona always paid attention to her surroundings. She never travelled far without either a bag or a small purse, so that she could collect interesting and valuable ingredients she found. She made sure to keep them safe for future use.
In her bedroom at home and her dorm room at Hogwarts, Winona had shelves filled with jars and boxes holding her collection of ingredients. Each container had a label with important information about when and where the ingredient was found. This attention to detail helped Winona keep track of where her ingredients came from and how they could be used.
Collecting new stones and plants was like going on an adventure for Winona. When she got back home, she would eagerly look through lots of books to find information about them. She loved uncovering the hidden secrets and magical properties of each ingredient. She was fascinated by the subtle differences between ingredients collected in different seasons or places. This made her want to explore even more. The library at Hogwarts was especially helpful, with its many books just waiting for her to discover new things.
Knowing that she had a wide variety of ingredients, each with their own qualities and freshness, made Winona feel secure. She found comfort in knowing she was always ready to make a potion, with a big selection of carefully collected and stored ingredients. The thought of having at least some parts of most recipes right there made her feel confident and prepared for any potion-making task.
STATUS: Approved - Maya, 6 July
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