Beauxbatons NPC
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Pending +2 to evasion would break caps and you would have 16.
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"Things are never so bad they can't be made worse." -Elim Garak
List of items added | + 2 stat points to Accuracy
Proof of Achievement | Here and there
Edit: Mistakenly wrote evasion instead of accuracy. Please and thank you!
Pending +2 to evasion would break caps and you would have 16.
Approved and Updated
Last edited by Sylvain Wyllt on 28 Mar 2022, 14:12, edited 2 times in total.
"Things are never so bad they can't be made worse." -Elim Garak
Beauxbatons NPC
Name: Celine Toussant
School: Beauxbatons
Year: Third
Status: Pureblood
Appearance: Celine has long brown hair and a pair of huge dreamy eyes. She is a normal height for her age, not too thin and not too fat - in short, an average thirteen year old.
Personality: Celine has always been an interesting person, to say the least. It seems that she has always lived in a world of her own, not paying much attention to what people around her are saying.
History: Celine grew up in a rather wealthy pureblood family. Since the day of her birth, she had it all - toys, clothes, money. However, it never seemed to matter much to the girl. It was like she never noticed the presents she was showered by every year and the effort her parents made to turn her into a charming young lady - speaking to her was always as good as talking to a statue. She was living with her head constantly in the clouds which made her parents very frustrated, especially her mother. Her sister Celeste has been the only one who seems to have broken through that indifferent and dreamy exterior. If it weren't for her little sister, who always nudged her when she had to respond to a question and dragged her to wherever she needed to be, her parents would have probably given her up for adoption or sent her off to live with distant relatives, or at least that's the feeling she gets. Being their parents' favourite, Celeste always manages to get Celine out of trouble. They are so close that they even had their first instance of magic together. When Celine accidentally broke one of their mother's most expensive vases, the girls were so scared that the vase magically repaired itself. They couldn't tell anyone about it because if they did, they'd have to say that Celine had broken the vase and their mother's reaction wouldn't be good.
Is your character a Broom Racer? YES
Is your character a Quidditch Player? NO.
Is your character a Duelist? NO.
Stats:
Stamina: 10
Strength: 10
Evasion: 4
Wisdom: 7
Accuracy: 4
Arcane power: 10
Approved
Nicky
School: Beauxbatons
Year: Third
Status: Pureblood
Appearance: Celine has long brown hair and a pair of huge dreamy eyes. She is a normal height for her age, not too thin and not too fat - in short, an average thirteen year old.
Personality: Celine has always been an interesting person, to say the least. It seems that she has always lived in a world of her own, not paying much attention to what people around her are saying.
History: Celine grew up in a rather wealthy pureblood family. Since the day of her birth, she had it all - toys, clothes, money. However, it never seemed to matter much to the girl. It was like she never noticed the presents she was showered by every year and the effort her parents made to turn her into a charming young lady - speaking to her was always as good as talking to a statue. She was living with her head constantly in the clouds which made her parents very frustrated, especially her mother. Her sister Celeste has been the only one who seems to have broken through that indifferent and dreamy exterior. If it weren't for her little sister, who always nudged her when she had to respond to a question and dragged her to wherever she needed to be, her parents would have probably given her up for adoption or sent her off to live with distant relatives, or at least that's the feeling she gets. Being their parents' favourite, Celeste always manages to get Celine out of trouble. They are so close that they even had their first instance of magic together. When Celine accidentally broke one of their mother's most expensive vases, the girls were so scared that the vase magically repaired itself. They couldn't tell anyone about it because if they did, they'd have to say that Celine had broken the vase and their mother's reaction wouldn't be good.
Is your character a Broom Racer? YES
Is your character a Quidditch Player? NO.
Is your character a Duelist? NO.
Stats:
Stamina: 10
Strength: 10
Evasion: 4
Wisdom: 7
Accuracy: 4
Arcane power: 10
Approved
Nicky
Beauxbatons NPC
ApprovedCeleste Toussant
Name: Celeste Toussant
School: Beauxbatons
Year: 2
Status: Pureblood
Appearance: Celeste has olive skin, wavy, medium brown hair, and light blue-grey eyes. She is objectively beautiful, and though no part of her is veela, some might mistake her for one with her flawless skin and delicate features.
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Personality: Celeste is the golden child of the family. Unlike her sister, she has her feet planted firmly on the ground and has an air of grace and charm about her. Her quiet nature does not come from a lack of conversational skills, but rather, Celeste only chooses to speak with people who she deems to be on her level. She does not engage with those she views as lower class.
History: The Toussant family resides in northern France in the town of Le Havre. During the majority of the year, her family remains in the city, but on summer vacation (and occasionally on other holidays) they all migrate out into the country, where the family owns a large chateau. The Toussant children have lived a life of wealth and luxury, so it was only natural that they should attend Beauxbatons, and thereafter, hopefully enter reputable professions.
In the eyes of her parents, Celeste can do no wrong, and her entire life, she has effortlessly upheld the image and ideals of the pureblood Toussant family. In this way, without consciously realizing it, Celeste has allowed her parents to make a lot of decisions for her, and even at 12 years old, she has already begun feeling pressured to choose a career path that will please her parents.
Celeste is the younger of two children in her family. Though Celine is older than her by age, it has often felt the other way around. For as long as she can remember, Celeste has been there to help Celine out of tough spots. This also led to both of their first instances of magic. One summer at the chateau, after Celine accidentally broke a very expensive vase, the two girls frantically worked together to repair it, the shattered pieces somehow magically merging back together.
Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes (Keeper)
Is your character a Duelist? No
Stats: Sta 8 | Ev 5 | Str 5 | Wis 6 | Arc 9 | Acc 7
Here's to the movers, the shakers, and the mischief-makers.
Sta 7 | Ev 10 | Str 5 | Wis 6 | Arc 5 | Acc 7
Sta 7 | Ev 10 | Str 5 | Wis 6 | Arc 5 | Acc 7
Beauxbatons NPC
Name: Quentin Gagné
School: Beauxbatons
Year: First
Status: Half-Blood
Appearance: Quentin has scruffled, short brown hair and sharp blue eyes. He usually has some sort of dopey grin on his face and an air of unearned confidence. He dresses plainly because he hasn't given clothes much thought. He's tall and brawny.
Personality: Quentin can be a bit of an airhead—he's not the brightest wand in the bunch. But he makes up for that in heart and enthusiasm. He's a thrill-seeker, but he would never hurt a fly. When he becomes friends with someone, their happiness is of the utmost importance.
History: Quentin only knows his father. His father, Eloi, is from Louisiana, and he speaks French with a Cajun drawl, often hard to understand by French people in France. Quentin's mother, Caroline, was visiting the United States, when she met Eloi, and against all odds, they fell in love. Eloi was a muggle from the bayou, and the European wizarding world that Caroline came from intrigued him. They moved to Paris to be closer to Caroline's parents, since Eloi's parents had long been gone. Caroline died in childbirth. Then it was just Quentin and his eccentric father, and Caroline's demanding parents, in a small suburb of Saint Cloud outside of Paris. His father was firmly in the muggle world, where he was an outsider. He enrolled Quentin in a muggle school much to his mother-in-law's chagrin. His grandparents were able to educate him on the workings of the wizarding world after school.
Quentin spent most of his childhood shrugging off bullies, who made fun of his strange father. Sometimes it seemed that he didn't understand people were making fun of him, other times he was able to laugh it off and defuse the situation.
Quentin's first instance of magic: Caroline's mother, Grand-Maman Audrey, often took Quentin to Paris. She is a big socialite in the Parisian wizarding community. In addition to his education on the ins and outs of the wizarding world, she wanted to educate him on the arts and culture of the city. Usually, her teachings didn't stick—Quentin loved American pro wrestling, Quidditch, and alligators, and those were all he wanted to talk about. As they were walking along the Seine, Audrey was trying to explain the paintings they had just viewed at the Louvre. As she was talking about the symbolism of rivers, Quentin started ecstatically talking about catfish. Eloi had loved catfishing and he wanted to take Quentin to the states, against Audrey's stern wishes, to go on a father-son fishing trip. Quentin asked if there were any catfish in the Seine. "Of course not!" But as soon as Audrey said, a large catfish plopped out of the Seine onto the bank in front of them. Well, at least he does have some magical talent, she couldn't help thinking.
Is your character a Broom Racer? NO.
Is your character a Quidditch Player? YES.
Is your character a Duelist? NO.
Stats: stamina 8 | evasion 3 | strength 8 | wisdom 3 | arcane power 5 | accuracy 8
Abilities: Calming Presence [442 words]
In his neighborhood in Saint Cloud, Quentin was an obvious target for bullies. His dad spoke funny and didn't seem to know much about Parisian culture. Some eviler bullies would even mention his dead mom. To make it worse, Quentin seemed to take after his dad, sometimes copying his dad's Cajun accent or talking with too much emotion. To make it even worse, Quentin's grandmother often took him to plays and ballets, and once even enrolled him in ballet (which he, unfortunately, excelled at and enjoyed). He was just too silly not to make fun of.
At first, Quentin was unsure how to deal with the bullies. He often didn't understand what they were trying to make of fun, and his questioning of their remarks led them to make fun of him even harder. He was often referred to as the "pauvre americain" (poor American), even though he had never been to his father's home. At age seven, the bullying was at its peak, and Quentin asked his father for advice. Eloi told his son that bullies want to make you feel bad because they feel bad about themselves, and the whole process makes them feel better. But if you don't feel bad, and you let the bullies know that, they can't get their satisfaction. Eloi gave Quentin the English expression, "kill 'em with kindness."
Quentin excelled at kindness. He laughed at every insult, sincerely thanking his bullies for their kind words. The worse the bully, the more unexpected kind acts Quentin would do for them. One time, a boy named Marcel dunked his head in the toilet. As Quentin came up for air, he whooped and asked Marcel if they could go again—Marcel was confused by the other boy's sincerity. Even more perplexing, Quentin then began to explain to Marcel the concept of a water park—Marcel tried to explain that he had been to one before but Quentin didn't seem to be listening. Quentin explained that a swirly was a poor imitation of the real thing. He offered to take Marcel to a nearby water park; Eloi had bought an extra ticket. Marcel was confused but accepted, and enjoyed a perfectly wonderful day with Quentin and Eloi. He no longer could bring himself to dunk anyone's head in a toilet.
He has a way of detecting exactly what someone would need to make them feel better—the playground tormenters became his friends. Everyone feels at ease around Quentin. He wears his feelings and motives on his sleeve—and they're never too complicated. People are able to trust his intentions, and he never seems to falter in his calm demeanor in a difficult situation.
stamina 8 | evasion 16 | strength 5 | wisdom 11 | arcane power 5 | accuracy 13
Parselmouth | Evasive Maneuvers | Beast Master
School: Beauxbatons
Year: First
Status: Half-Blood
Appearance: Quentin has scruffled, short brown hair and sharp blue eyes. He usually has some sort of dopey grin on his face and an air of unearned confidence. He dresses plainly because he hasn't given clothes much thought. He's tall and brawny.
Personality: Quentin can be a bit of an airhead—he's not the brightest wand in the bunch. But he makes up for that in heart and enthusiasm. He's a thrill-seeker, but he would never hurt a fly. When he becomes friends with someone, their happiness is of the utmost importance.
History: Quentin only knows his father. His father, Eloi, is from Louisiana, and he speaks French with a Cajun drawl, often hard to understand by French people in France. Quentin's mother, Caroline, was visiting the United States, when she met Eloi, and against all odds, they fell in love. Eloi was a muggle from the bayou, and the European wizarding world that Caroline came from intrigued him. They moved to Paris to be closer to Caroline's parents, since Eloi's parents had long been gone. Caroline died in childbirth. Then it was just Quentin and his eccentric father, and Caroline's demanding parents, in a small suburb of Saint Cloud outside of Paris. His father was firmly in the muggle world, where he was an outsider. He enrolled Quentin in a muggle school much to his mother-in-law's chagrin. His grandparents were able to educate him on the workings of the wizarding world after school.
Quentin spent most of his childhood shrugging off bullies, who made fun of his strange father. Sometimes it seemed that he didn't understand people were making fun of him, other times he was able to laugh it off and defuse the situation.
Quentin's first instance of magic: Caroline's mother, Grand-Maman Audrey, often took Quentin to Paris. She is a big socialite in the Parisian wizarding community. In addition to his education on the ins and outs of the wizarding world, she wanted to educate him on the arts and culture of the city. Usually, her teachings didn't stick—Quentin loved American pro wrestling, Quidditch, and alligators, and those were all he wanted to talk about. As they were walking along the Seine, Audrey was trying to explain the paintings they had just viewed at the Louvre. As she was talking about the symbolism of rivers, Quentin started ecstatically talking about catfish. Eloi had loved catfishing and he wanted to take Quentin to the states, against Audrey's stern wishes, to go on a father-son fishing trip. Quentin asked if there were any catfish in the Seine. "Of course not!" But as soon as Audrey said, a large catfish plopped out of the Seine onto the bank in front of them. Well, at least he does have some magical talent, she couldn't help thinking.
Is your character a Broom Racer? NO.
Is your character a Quidditch Player? YES.
Is your character a Duelist? NO.
Stats: stamina 8 | evasion 3 | strength 8 | wisdom 3 | arcane power 5 | accuracy 8
Abilities: Calming Presence [442 words]
In his neighborhood in Saint Cloud, Quentin was an obvious target for bullies. His dad spoke funny and didn't seem to know much about Parisian culture. Some eviler bullies would even mention his dead mom. To make it worse, Quentin seemed to take after his dad, sometimes copying his dad's Cajun accent or talking with too much emotion. To make it even worse, Quentin's grandmother often took him to plays and ballets, and once even enrolled him in ballet (which he, unfortunately, excelled at and enjoyed). He was just too silly not to make fun of.
At first, Quentin was unsure how to deal with the bullies. He often didn't understand what they were trying to make of fun, and his questioning of their remarks led them to make fun of him even harder. He was often referred to as the "pauvre americain" (poor American), even though he had never been to his father's home. At age seven, the bullying was at its peak, and Quentin asked his father for advice. Eloi told his son that bullies want to make you feel bad because they feel bad about themselves, and the whole process makes them feel better. But if you don't feel bad, and you let the bullies know that, they can't get their satisfaction. Eloi gave Quentin the English expression, "kill 'em with kindness."
Quentin excelled at kindness. He laughed at every insult, sincerely thanking his bullies for their kind words. The worse the bully, the more unexpected kind acts Quentin would do for them. One time, a boy named Marcel dunked his head in the toilet. As Quentin came up for air, he whooped and asked Marcel if they could go again—Marcel was confused by the other boy's sincerity. Even more perplexing, Quentin then began to explain to Marcel the concept of a water park—Marcel tried to explain that he had been to one before but Quentin didn't seem to be listening. Quentin explained that a swirly was a poor imitation of the real thing. He offered to take Marcel to a nearby water park; Eloi had bought an extra ticket. Marcel was confused but accepted, and enjoyed a perfectly wonderful day with Quentin and Eloi. He no longer could bring himself to dunk anyone's head in a toilet.
He has a way of detecting exactly what someone would need to make them feel better—the playground tormenters became his friends. Everyone feels at ease around Quentin. He wears his feelings and motives on his sleeve—and they're never too complicated. People are able to trust his intentions, and he never seems to falter in his calm demeanor in a difficult situation.
Pending
In your bio your character has strong muggle influences despite being a wizardborn. while it is possible to have some contact with the muggle world, it is not particularly common and would need to be heavily explained. The consumption of muggle media (such as professional wrestling) would be very difficult to accomplish since TV sets would not be in a household. Access to muggle children might also be rather limited overall since being a wizard, children are generally either privately schooled or schooled in wizard groups of some sort. The risk of a child talking about the magical world (breaking the statute), instances of accidental underaged magic and cultural divides being reasons for this. Remember, there is such a separation between the wizard world and the muggle world, classes in muggle studies are offered and alleged experts in muggles often struggle with rudimentary concepts as they are escribed in abstract forms (ex. what is the purpose of a rubber duckie).
Updated! Made the change to half-blood—his father is a muggle now. -Della
stamina 8 | evasion 16 | strength 5 | wisdom 11 | arcane power 5 | accuracy 13
Parselmouth | Evasive Maneuvers | Beast Master
also Ruckus Weems | Quentin Gagné
Beauxbatons NPC
NPC Name: Florian Yves LeRoy
Link: Tada!
Year: 2nd to 3rd
Current Stats: Sta: 5 | Eva: 9 | Str: 5 | Wis: 9 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 9
Updated Stats (+5): Sta: 6 | Eva: 9 | Str: 5 | Wis: 10 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 12
Ability Application: Fearless
Extracurricular: No Change
Content Changes: N/A
Trunk Coding: In the Reducio below!
APPROVED - trunk coding of stats was off, corrected when i copied over to ency
Link: Tada!
Year: 2nd to 3rd
Current Stats: Sta: 5 | Eva: 9 | Str: 5 | Wis: 9 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 9
Updated Stats (+5): Sta: 6 | Eva: 9 | Str: 5 | Wis: 10 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 12
Ability Application: Fearless
Reducio
If there was one thing Florian had managed to learn over his years on this planet, it was that in order to get ahead, you had to do what it takes. This was something that had been ingrained in the French Boy since he was only a toddler. What hadn’t quite managed to form in the young boy until recently was how to do this while in the face of danger without being afraid. Sure, he could cheat alongside the best of them, but he would also be concerned about the repercussions, which would then draw him away from cheating in the first place. He was tired of that feeling holding him back, and he made a vow to himself to work on fixing it.
It was easy for one to claim that they would do what it takes, but it was an entirely different thing to actually do it. This had happened multiple times. Florian would be tasked with playing a prank on one of his classmates, and, for fear of getting caught, he would end up chickening out. Florian hated this side of him. Why should he care about anyone but himself and his adoring friends and fans? They wouldn’t be sticking around much longer unless Florian could prove that he was worth their adoration, that much was sure to him.
And so, he tirelessly worked to change his ways. He would continuously put himself into precarious situations, attempting to hold no fear over the possibly terrible outcomes. Sneaking around the school after hours, almost getting caught twice? Check. Attempting to pull pranks off on his classmates, and, even a teacher? Check. Braving whatever obstacle broom racing threw his way? Check.
To Florian, it had really become a simple change in his mindset. Was the thing that you were afraid of worth the fear? It most instances, the answer was no. The only thing he had to do after that, was learn to bottle that feelling of unease, so he would never be afraid again.
His efforts culminated into one grandious event, large enough to terminate his fears forever. He hadn’t been feeling his best after not being selected for the Beauxbaton Hexwizard Champion. In fact, he had been quite torn up about the whole affair. So much so, that he lashed out at the next ball he attended.
His brothers had been there, and two of them had been goading him on all evening to prank the event. Little did they know, he had already planned something. He couldn’t help but notice the large ice sculpture that had been sitting on one of the tables in the ballroom. It was quite massive, and looked like quite the way to prove that he no longer cared what the outcomes of his actions words.
Slipping over to the corner of the room, he pulled out his wand, and muttered, “Avifors.” The ice sculpture then turned into a hoard of pigeons that began flying recklessly throughout the room. They began to attack the various large updo’s some guests had worn, some pecking at their shoes, but suffice to say that the ballroom had fallen into utter chaos. He was sure someone would think to undo the spell, and they did, yet again to everyone’s chagrin. What once was a collection of birds reformed into its earlier large ice sculpture, which fell from the ceiling, atop a couple who had been fighting off birds just moments before. The two had been hurt, but this was the wizarding world, it was nothing a bit of magic couldn't fix.
His brothers surely would be impressed, and the two that had been goading him on certainly were, however, his older brother wasn’t on the same page, having been attacked by a pigeon himself, and he set off to find their father. It didn’t matter to Florian anymore, certainly the risk had been worth it, as the room was now in complete disarray.
For better or for worse, there was now nothing holding Florian back from getting what he wanted.
WC: 675/400
It was easy for one to claim that they would do what it takes, but it was an entirely different thing to actually do it. This had happened multiple times. Florian would be tasked with playing a prank on one of his classmates, and, for fear of getting caught, he would end up chickening out. Florian hated this side of him. Why should he care about anyone but himself and his adoring friends and fans? They wouldn’t be sticking around much longer unless Florian could prove that he was worth their adoration, that much was sure to him.
And so, he tirelessly worked to change his ways. He would continuously put himself into precarious situations, attempting to hold no fear over the possibly terrible outcomes. Sneaking around the school after hours, almost getting caught twice? Check. Attempting to pull pranks off on his classmates, and, even a teacher? Check. Braving whatever obstacle broom racing threw his way? Check.
To Florian, it had really become a simple change in his mindset. Was the thing that you were afraid of worth the fear? It most instances, the answer was no. The only thing he had to do after that, was learn to bottle that feelling of unease, so he would never be afraid again.
His efforts culminated into one grandious event, large enough to terminate his fears forever. He hadn’t been feeling his best after not being selected for the Beauxbaton Hexwizard Champion. In fact, he had been quite torn up about the whole affair. So much so, that he lashed out at the next ball he attended.
His brothers had been there, and two of them had been goading him on all evening to prank the event. Little did they know, he had already planned something. He couldn’t help but notice the large ice sculpture that had been sitting on one of the tables in the ballroom. It was quite massive, and looked like quite the way to prove that he no longer cared what the outcomes of his actions words.
Slipping over to the corner of the room, he pulled out his wand, and muttered, “Avifors.” The ice sculpture then turned into a hoard of pigeons that began flying recklessly throughout the room. They began to attack the various large updo’s some guests had worn, some pecking at their shoes, but suffice to say that the ballroom had fallen into utter chaos. He was sure someone would think to undo the spell, and they did, yet again to everyone’s chagrin. What once was a collection of birds reformed into its earlier large ice sculpture, which fell from the ceiling, atop a couple who had been fighting off birds just moments before. The two had been hurt, but this was the wizarding world, it was nothing a bit of magic couldn't fix.
His brothers surely would be impressed, and the two that had been goading him on certainly were, however, his older brother wasn’t on the same page, having been attacked by a pigeon himself, and he set off to find their father. It didn’t matter to Florian anymore, certainly the risk had been worth it, as the room was now in complete disarray.
For better or for worse, there was now nothing holding Florian back from getting what he wanted.
WC: 675/400
Extracurricular: No Change
Content Changes: N/A
Trunk Coding: In the Reducio below!
Reducio
Abilities:1. Foulplay
Reducio2. Evasive ManeuversGrowing up with four older brothers who were all jealous of how their parents treated you was never going to be easy. As a young child, Florian stuck to the rules, no matter what they were doing, and his brothers would make fun of him or would easily take advantage of him. His parents, however, gushed over how such a lovely ‘petit garçon’ could also be quite the charming and sweet young boy, always the one to follow his parents every whim. As he reached age 9, he was beginning to get tired of always being the center of attention in his family, as well as the overbearing attitude of his parents. Something had to be done, he simply couldn’t stand being the goody-two-shoes ‘petit garçon’ anymore.
It was then he decided he would get back at his brothers and his parents. He would break the rules. That would show his brothers he had the ability to ‘stick it’ to his parents. Maybe he could finally be friends with them. When at home being tutored by his parents before attending Beauxbatons, he decided to put his new plan in action. The fastest way to be done with his homework was to cheat… then he could do whatever he wanted. When his parents weren’t watching, he would sneakily grab the page with the homework answers out of his parent's book to copy the answers on his homework sheet, and, more often than not, he was successful at it. While his parents would be upset with him when they did catch him, they tended to blame it on other things, such as his older siblings' influence on him. This just made Florian even more upset.
He decided that his next attempt at cheating would be something big. He knew he would be playing again with his brothers soon when they came back for the summer holiday, so he began to study all sorts of ways to become better at them at broom racing… and even the best ways to get around the rules. He was almost the best of them at flying, with all of the independent instruction his father had given him, and he was ready to put it all to the test. He casually suggested that they do a race out in the forests of their large estate one day and of course, his brothers were eager to prove they were better than him. Little did they know, the track that they typically raced on had been rigged for certain things to happen, as well as smaller areas were made to fit through than his older brothers could. This took Florian an entire day to set up, but it was well worth it. Of course, Florian ended up winning and he also managed to bump a few of his brothers around some while racing. One almost hit a tree! He was extremely proud of himself and his brothers were actually proud of him for tricking them so cleverly. Oh, they would still make fun of him for sure, but Florian earned a little bit of respect that day. From that day on, Florian knew it was not quite so much about skill, but about how you bent the rules in order to win. You can always get what you want if you break the rules….
WC: 555
Reducio3. FearlessFlorian had always been a tad obsessive when it came to broom racing. As a child, he would set up racing tracks around their great estate - even before he could fly on a broom. The little waddling French boy would run his way through these tracks, dodging to and fro. But when he got old enough to fly, he and his brothers wanted to actually race on brooms. Being the littlest of his brothers, he could fit through spaces they couldn’t, and he would use this to his advantage - his cheating nature already exposed. However, as he got even older, this strategy didn’t work quite so well anymore, so he had to find other ways to become better at this.
Florian was not one to fail, and so the boy spent as much of his free time as he could working on ways to increase his evasiveness. This took many different forms: boxing with friends, spending time out on the Beauxbaton racing track, and even dancing. He figured that working on his agility and flexibility would be the best way to increase his evasion. The better and quicker you could move, the easier it would be to avoid things. As time went on, he began to hone these skills, even creating an agility type practice that he had dubbed ‘Broom Tricks.’ It was a mix of dancing, acrobatics, and flying, and it was now his favorite hobby, aside from actually racing.
Broom Tricks could be done both on the ground or in flight, but the focus was on not just being quick and nimble, but understanding gravity and your surroundings almost to the point of being able to sense something before it happens. It started off as an acrobatics type show performed on the ground; he would toss his broom into the air, spinning around underneath it before catching it and immediately tossing it back up again. He would toss the broom up from his left hand, dodge quickly underneath, and then grasp it with his right, leaving no seconds to pause before beginning to twirl the broom around him, continuing to do this non-stop for as long as he could before he became tired, or before he eventually ended up dropping it.
Practicing this kind of thing over and over gave him the understanding of gravity; how as his broom would fall, he could sense it, and know where it was in relation to him, and grab it quickly. This helped in the air as well. He has a much better sense of his personal bubble, and could now glide closely to an object without touching or bumping into it at all. There were certainly still things that would shock the young boy, but he had certainly managed to improve his evasion skills.
WC: 464
Reducio4. N/AIf there was one thing Florian had managed to learn over his years on this planet, it was that in order to get ahead, you had to do what it takes. This was something that had been ingrained in the French Boy since he was only a toddler. What hadn’t quite managed to form in the young boy until recently was how to do this while in the face of danger without being afraid. Sure, he could cheat alongside the best of them, but he would also be concerned about the repercussions, which would then draw him away from cheating in the first place. He was tired of that feeling holding him back, and he made a vow to himself to work on fixing it.
It was easy for one to claim that they would do what it takes, but it was an entirely different thing to actually do it. This had happened multiple times. Florian would be tasked with playing a prank on one of his classmates, and, for fear of getting caught, he would end up chickening out. Florian hated this side of him. Why should he care about anyone but himself and his adoring friends and fans? They wouldn’t be sticking around much longer unless Florian could prove that he was worth their adoration, that much was sure to him.
And so, he tirelessly worked to change his ways. He would continuously put himself into precarious situations, attempting to hold no fear over the possibly terrible outcomes. Sneaking around the school after hours, almost getting caught twice? Check. Attempting to pull pranks off on his classmates, and, even a teacher? Check. Braving whatever obstacle broom racing threw his way? Check.
To Florian, it had really become a simple change in his mindset. Was the thing that you were afraid of worth the fear? It most instances, the answer was no. The only thing he had to do after that, was learn to bottle that feelling of unease, so he would never be afraid again.
His efforts culminated into one grandious event, large enough to terminate his fears forever. He hadn’t been feeling his best after not being selected for the Beauxbaton Hexwizard Champion. In fact, he had been quite torn up about the whole affair. So much so, that he lashed out at the next ball he attended.
His brothers had been there, and two of them had been goading him on all evening to prank the event. Little did they know, he had already planned something. He couldn’t help but notice the large ice sculpture that had been sitting on one of the tables in the ballroom. It was quite massive, and looked like quite the way to prove that he no longer cared what the outcomes of his actions words.
Slipping over to the corner of the room, he pulled out his wand, and muttered, “Avifors.” The ice sculpture then turned into a hoard of pigeons that began flying recklessly throughout the room. They began to attack the various large updo’s some guests had worn, some pecking at their shoes, but suffice to say that the ballroom had fallen into utter chaos. He was sure someone would think to undo the spell, and they did, yet again to everyone’s chagrin. What once was a collection of birds reformed into its earlier large ice sculpture, which fell from the ceiling, atop a couple who had been fighting off birds just moments before. The two had been hurt, but this was the wizarding world, it was nothing a bit of magic couldn't fix.
His brothers surely would be impressed, and the two that had been goading him on certainly were, however, his older brother wasn’t on the same page, having been attacked by a pigeon himself, and he set off to find their father. It didn’t matter to Florian anymore, certainly the risk had been worth it, as the room was now in complete disarray.
For better or for worse, there was now nothing holding Florian back from getting what he wanted.
WC: 675/400
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6. N/A
7. N/A
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Quidditch
APPROVED - trunk coding of stats was off, corrected when i copied over to ency
"And the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows." - Emily Brontë
Abilities: Healing Sage | Comprehend Language (Parseltongue) | Advanced Casting
Hex: #408000
Abilities: Healing Sage | Comprehend Language (Parseltongue) | Advanced Casting
Hex: #408000
Beauxbatons NPC
NPC Name: Eloïse Duciel
Link: [x]
Year: 2nd to 3rd
Stats: (third year stats) Sta: 8 | Eva: 9 | Str: 3 | Wis: 10 | Arc: 8 | Acc: 7
Abilities:ReducioEloïse and her cousin Astoria spend almost all their holidays together, growing closer or more distant during the weeks they spend together. During the summer holidays of 2021 and the winter holidays of the same year, Astoria set out to teach Eloïse the Parseltongue. At first, Eloïse was reluctant but after a few hours of reflection, she thought that it could be a secret language between her and Astoria.
After several "sessions" of Astoria speaking Parseltongue and translating for her cousin and Eloïse researching in the huge library, they realised that learning Parseltongue was easier said than done. All the complexity of the snake language lay before her but Eloïse would not give up. In a few weeks she could understand a few simple phrases but her attempts at speaking the language came to nothing.
During the summer camp, the girls met almost every day, with Astoria talking to the snakes in the park and Eloïse doing her best to translate her cousin's conversations. Both were proud of Eloïse's progress in understanding Parseltongue but had resigned themselves to the fact that the Beauxbatons student spoke it. "I think you have to be born with this talent." "It's easy though!" By the end of the summer holidays, Eloïse had an almost perfect command of the language. Of course, she couldn't speak it and that was fine with her because even though she didn't dare tell Astoria, she was a little afraid of being able to talk to snakes.
During the few months she spent in Beauxbatons before seeing her cousin again for Christmas, Eloïse read a lot about Parseltongue and the Parselmouth in general. Where did this talent come from, who were the known Parselmouths, did they have stronger powers than 'normal' wizards. Eloïse was asking herself these kinds of questions. She didn't always find the answers, but she learned a lot. Although snakes were not her favourite animal, she loved them. Some were really beautiful. Others were huge or tiny. They were really fascinating animals.
In addition to his natural curiosity allowing him to have the courage to learn a language such as Parseltongue, understanding the language of snakes allowed him to know an unusual language. In addition to speaking French, English and German, Eloïse understood a language unknown to Muggles, a "secret" language that few wizards understand and even fewer speak. It was fascinating.
On their return from Beauxbatons during the summer holidays, Eloïse and Astoria were delighted to find that Eloïse had lost none of her understanding of Parseltongue and was even much more fluent in her translations. Even though her parents were not very happy when Eloïse told them the news, they finally thought that all those hours locked in Astoria's room during the summer had finally served a purpose.ReducioExtracurricular: DuellistEloïse wouldn't call herself a Perfectionist but many would say that's what she is. It is often said that students who are popular for their likeability and charisma are not always very good in the classroom. But as well as being popular and sporty, Eloïse was one of the best in her class - maybe even the best. In theory and in practice, Eloïse modestly outshone all her classmates, helping those who had difficulties, congratulating everyone. So Eloïse was the cliché of the perfect girl, super nice, beautiful, popular, with good grades and who helped everyone.
This is how people see Eloïse. But beneath her smiling face, even though she likes to help everyone, she is happy when people succeed thanks to her help, she doesn't always want to be happy all the time. In class, when she doesn't perform at her best, Eloïse practices and tries again until she gets it right. Not necessarily the best. Just perfect. In essay writing, she was able to spend a whole day on an assignment that would have taken her an hour. She can spend a lot of time on the wording of a sentence, the layout and all the details that nobody but her would notice.
Her life was literally a dance show. What the audience sees is her happiness, her joie de vivre, her perfect school results and everything that made her the Eloïse Duciel that everyone knows. But behind the scenes, there is her uncertainty, her failures, all those hours spent revising and training, her desire to please everyone, the unnecessary pressure Eloise puts on herself. She was afraid of cracking. She was afraid of giving up all her efforts to fit into the mould while positively standing out from the others. She wanted to be remembered as the brilliant witch who pushed her whole class up.
Even if she didn't spend all her hours revising, rephrasing her sentences several times, Eloise would still do very well at school. Deep down, even if she wouldn't admit it, she wanted to be the best. She wanted to be known as a particularly brilliant witch. Not as a talented witch. Thinking back on all these details, Eloise could finally tell herself that yes, she is a perfectionist. That's why she was helping everyone. She couldn't stand the mess and the imperfection. In the end, it was better that Eloise helped everyone than that she was one of those perfect, haughty girls who put others down.
Content Changes: Eloise has dyed her hair because she thinks it's pretty (red is so pretty). I made her personality more complex, making what I had marked at the beginning a mask or a shell in which to hide. This change in personality makes the character more complex and interesting to RP.
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[quote][right][size=100]─────── [i]ABILITIES[/i] ─[color=#ffffff00]─[/color][/size][/right][reducio][table][tr][td][quote][center]LOVELY CREATURE[/center][/quote][/td][td][center][quote]413 words[/quote][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
Eloise is magnificent. Ever since she was little, that's what we've been telling her. When she was a baby it was, "Oh! What a lovely little angel!", When she was a little girl, we would say to her, "What a lovely little girl. You are even more beautiful than your mom." and your mother is very, very beautiful. When you were 7 years old, the parents of your friends said: "This little one is an angel. As much in her character as in her beauty. Are you sure you don't have a Vela in your family?" Anyway, you see the context. It pleases him to Eloise to be appreciated and looked at. At Beauxbatons, it attracts the eyes of the boys. In class, some have difficulty concentrating. It amuses Eloise a lot, who likes to be the center of attention.She loves it so much that she often puts herself in the front row in class. To attract the attention of the students behind her and to listen, of course.
[quote]The day before the start of the school year, her mother had come to see her in her room. She then said to her:
-[color=#4d8384]Eloïse, tomorrow you're leaving for Beauxbatons. But before that, I have to tell you something important. You are not totally human. Don't panic, it's okay! You are a lovely creature. That is to say that you attract attention by your beauty. Less than the Véla but I imagine you noticed.[/color]
Eloise, she was not very surprised. She had suspected it for quite a long time. So she calmly replied to her mother:
-[color=#1d8fa1]Mother, I must say that I suspected it a little. I'm not stupid after all! But, what does it do for me to be a lovely creature?[/color]
This is a question she has been asking herself for a long time. What's it like to be a lovely creature? His mother answered his question:
-[color=#4d8384]Well, first of all, you attract attention. I understand you liked it. Then, in a duel, it prevents your opponent from concentrating. But not a lot.[/color]
She then got up from your bed and left the room with these last words:
-[color=#4d8384]Good night darling. See you tomorrow.[/color]
-[color=#1d8fa1]Good night Mother.[/color]
Well. Now Eloise knew. She had the confirmation that she was not that beautiful. She was also lovely. A magnificent lovely creature. But that does not mean she is a monster. Just a human and lovely creature.[/quote][/reducio][reducio][table][tr][td][quote][center]Comprehend Languages[/center][/quote][/td][td][center][quote]463 words[/quote][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
[size=80][color=#1D8FA1][b]E[/b][/color]loïse and her cousin Astoria spend almost all their holidays together, growing closer or more distant during the weeks they spend together. During the summer holidays of 2021 and the winter holidays of the same year, Astoria set out to teach Eloïse the Parseltongue. At first, Eloïse was reluctant but after a few hours of reflection, she thought that it could be a secret language between her and Astoria.
[b][color=#1D8FA1]A[/color][/b]fter several "sessions" of Astoria speaking Parseltongue and translating for her cousin and Eloïse researching in the huge library, they realised that learning Parseltongue was easier said than done. All the complexity of the snake language lay before her but Eloïse would not give up. In a few weeks she could understand a few simple phrases but her attempts at speaking the language came to nothing.
[b][color=#1D8FA1]D[/color][/b]uring the summer camp, the girls met almost every day, with Astoria talking to the snakes in the park and Eloïse doing her best to translate her cousin's conversations. Both were proud of Eloïse's progress in understanding Parseltongue but had resigned themselves to the fact that the Beauxbatons student spoke it. "[color=#1D8FA1][b]I think you have to be born with this talent.[/b][/color]" "[b][color=#741b47]It's easy though![/color][/b]" By the end of the summer holidays, Eloïse had an almost perfect command of the language. Of course, she couldn't speak it and that was fine with her because even though she didn't dare tell Astoria, she was a little afraid of being able to talk to snakes.
[b][color=#1D8FA1]D[/color][/b]uring the few months she spent in Beauxbatons before seeing her cousin again for Christmas, Eloïse read a lot about Parseltongue and the Parselmouth in general. Where did this talent come from, who were the known Parselmouths, did they have stronger powers than 'normal' wizards. Eloïse was asking herself these kinds of questions. She didn't always find the answers, but she learned a lot. Although snakes were not her favourite animal, she loved them. Some were really beautiful. Others were huge or tiny. They were really fascinating animals.
[b][color=#1D8FA1]I[/color][/b]n addition to his natural curiosity allowing him to have the courage to learn a language such as Parseltongue, understanding the language of snakes allowed him to know an unusual language. In addition to speaking French, English and German, Eloïse understood a language unknown to Muggles, a "secret" language that few wizards understand and even fewer speak. It was fascinating.
[b][color=#1D8FA1]O[/color][/b]n their return from Beauxbatons during the summer holidays, Eloïse and Astoria were delighted to find that Eloïse had lost none of her understanding of Parseltongue and was even much more fluent in her translations. Even though her parents were not very happy when Eloïse told them the news, they finally thought that all those hours locked in Astoria's room during the summer had finally served a purpose.[/size][/reducio][reducio][table][tr][td][quote][center]Perfectionist[/center][/quote][/td][td][center][quote]414 words[/quote][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
[size=80][b][color=#1d8fa1]E[/color][/b]loïse wouldn't call herself a Perfectionist but many would say that's what she is. It is often said that students who are popular for their likeability and charisma are not always very good in the classroom. But as well as being popular and sporty, Eloïse was one of the best in her class - maybe even the best. In theory and in practice, Eloïse modestly outshone all her classmates, helping those who had difficulties, congratulating everyone. So Eloïse was the cliché of the perfect girl, super nice, beautiful, popular, with good grades and who helped everyone.
[b][color=#1d8fa1]T[/color][/b]his is how people see Eloïse. But beneath her smiling face, even though she likes to help everyone, she is happy when people succeed thanks to her help, she doesn't always want to be happy all the time. In class, when she doesn't perform at her best, Eloïse practices and tries again until she gets it right. Not necessarily the best. Just perfect. In essay writing, she was able to spend a whole day on an assignment that would have taken her an hour. She can spend a lot of time on the wording of a sentence, the layout and all the details that nobody but her would notice.
[b][color=#1d8fa1]H[/color][/b]er life was literally a dance show. What the audience sees is her happiness, her joie de vivre, her perfect school results and everything that made her the Eloïse Duciel that everyone knows. But behind the scenes, there is her uncertainty, her failures, all those hours spent revising and training, her desire to please everyone, the unnecessary pressure Eloise puts on herself. She was afraid of cracking. She was afraid of giving up all her efforts to fit into the mould while positively standing out from the others. She wanted to be remembered as the brilliant witch who pushed her whole class up.
[b][color=#1d8fa1]E[/color][/b]ven if she didn't spend all her hours revising, rephrasing her sentences several times, Eloise would still do very well at school. Deep down, even if she wouldn't admit it, she wanted to be the best. She wanted to be known as a particularly brilliant witch. Not as a talented witch. Thinking back on all these details, Eloise could finally tell herself that yes, she is a perfectionist. That's why she was helping everyone. She couldn't stand the mess and the imperfection. In the end, it was better that Eloise helped everyone than that she was one of those perfect, haughty girls who put others down.[/size][/reducio][/quote]
Beauxbatons NPC
Name: Lloyd Matthews Thomas
School: Beauxbatons,
Year: second, going into third year.
Status: Halfblood
Appearance: Lloyd is tall for his age, at 4 foot 10 inches. He has blond hair, with rich brown eyes and freckles.
Reducio
Face claim’s name: Thomas Brodie-Sangster
Personality: Lloyd is a cheerful person, and loves to slow down and smell the roses. He is almost always happy, and has had a happy life. He loves everyone and everything, and takes joy in the little things.
Birthday: September 4th, 2008.
History:
On a sunny September afternoon, Lloyd Mathews Thomas was born to Ruby Matthews and John Thomas. He was the youngest of three girls, and was quite content being a ‘sisters boy’. His sisters were named Cristina, Rose and Grace, and they all were witches. They all had a 2 year age gap between them, so Cristina was 18, Rose was 16, and Grace was 14. Lloyd was the youngest at the age of 12, but in September on the 4th, he would be 13. Cristina has already graduated school, and now she was well on her way to become a Healer. Her first in counter with the healing magic was when Grace broke her nose playing quidditch, and Cristina had brought her to the healing center. Watching the magic and potions and such heal her sister, Cristina then decided that she wanted to help people in this way. She also wanted to follow in her mum’s footsteps. Rose was aiming to be a fashion designer, and possibly open her own clothing shop or have a clothing line. She had been fixing and occasionally making her family’s clothes, and Rose loved it. Her favorite thing was her sewing machine which she had received as a birthday present for her tenth birthday. Grace was still deciding on what she wanted to do, but she was considering on being a professional quidditch player. She was quite an athletic person, and loved the feel of the wind in her hair and the adrenaline rush she got when she played Quidditch.
Lloyd looked up to all of them, and admired them. He was quite close to all of them, mum and father included. He wanted to follow in his sisters footsteps by being a great student just like them and getting good marks. He was till deciding what he wanted to be, but was leaning towards someone who works with animals, or a musician. He played the piano, and sang. Lloyd had never taken lessons for singing, but he had been taking Piano lessons since he was 4 years old.
As a child, he loved running around outside at his family’s farm outside of Fondamente, France. His house was a cute cottage, perfect for him and his family. His mum, Maria, was a witch, and his father, Pierre, was a muggle. They had met when his mum had saved his fathers life- his mum had trained to be a Healer before decided to leave and marry. His father was a carpenter and was quite a proficient one too.
His family had a garden outside their house, with a brook running through it. Their large Shepard dog, Lionel, was one of Lloyd’s best and closest friends. One of Lloyd’s other friends was his neighbor, Michael Pierre. They had been friends since Michael was born, just a few days after Lloyd. Their mums were also friends, and the boys played together almost every day.
When he was 6 years old, Lloyd experienced his first act of magic. He had just gotten home from school, where he had just received a bad mark in one of his classes. He had been struggling in this class and was quite hard on himself despite the fact that he was in grade one, or Year two depending on where you are. When his mum asked what was wrong, he slammed his hand down and shouted “Nothing!” When he slammed his hand down, the water in the glass on the table flew up. But instead of falling down and making a big mess, it instead floated in the air, before slowly drifting back into the glass. Lloyd saw and didn’t really care, but his mum sat him down and explained about the magic, and how that these muggle classes he was taking would not impact his magical training or matter much then. He was still grumpy, but felt better and calmer. Now that he understood a bit more what was important and such, he was slightly easier on himself regarding grades and such.
His three older sisters were all witches, and went to or would be going to Beauxbatons. Lloyd was excited about learning how to be a wizard, and be able to spend year round with his family, or at least his siblings.
In his first year at Beauxbatons, Lloyd had a hard time settling in. He was a friendly person, but the first year at a new school was always hard. He had a few adventures and explored a bit, and found some friends.
Year Two was an adventure. He was able to rely less on his sisters, and more in himself. Passing all of his classes, Lloyd settled in and was able to join a few clubs and such. He even started a club for Wizard’s Chess, and they held a few tournaments.
The school year and summer of 2022 was a fun one. Once he and all of the other students returned from Hogwarts for tournament, they were all high in Adrenaline, and several of the boys in his dorm made some not so smart decisions, and Lloyd tried to fit in. He and the other boys did get a detention for sneaking out once past curfew, and Lloyd made the decision to ignore what the other boys said about sneaking out and to make the right decisions no matter if it was easy or not.
Is your character a Broom Racer? NO
Is your character a Quidditch Player?NO.
Is your character a Duelist? NO.
Stats:
Stamina: 7
Evasion: 7
Strength: 8
Wisdom: 8
ArcPower: 7
Accuracy: 8
Abilities: N/A for now.
Pending There are 3 minor issues. The first being that you are presently a second year going on third eligible for 45 stat points since players are getting their next year (in your case third) stats now.
Your bio is very short. Much like the expectation in Index, we are generally looking for "a few paragraphs" to round out your character's life and existence before they came to Beauxbatons and as they are a second year perhaps what these first 2 years in this school were like. Talk about things like family pets, siblings, their names and ages and your relationships with them. Consider telling us what your parents do for a living. Are there any fun family traditions like holidays or vacations. Were there any significant life events like a move, the loss of someone special to you, etc.
Finally in your first instance of magic your character 'wished for something specific and then it happened' which is a bit past what accidental magic is. To reiterate some of the basic points of someone's first instance of magic:
Your first instance of magic is simply a manifestation of the spark of magic within you. This is what shows the Quill of Acceptance and Book of Admittance that you are not a squib, you are a wizard.
This magic is non-purposeful, does not happen all the time (it is a once and done) like when the glass disappeared around the reptile exhibit and his cousin fell in. That glass was gone *poof* for a moment and then the glass was back a moment later.
The magic is not a spell. You would not mistakenly cast a lumos spell for instance. Spells require a wand, an incantation, a wand movement and purpose.
The magic is wandless. You do not get a wand of your own until you have gotten your admission letter to Hogwarts. At this point you get to go to Diagon Alley and buy your wand.
The magic is accidental. You did not stare at your teacher's pants for instance with the intention of setting them on fire and then they burst into flames. The magic is non purposeful. It may just happen (like you sneezed and out of nowhere you sneezed glitter or bubbles; you woke up and your hair was bubblegum pink until it grew out a few months later) or is may be in response to a strong emotional moment (you were very angry so the drapes spontaneously combusted; you were very sad and it started raining indoors) or an act of self preservation (you fell from a great height but rather than dying or breaking a limb you bounced when you hit the ground; you were hit by a car but miraculously you were uninjured).
Approved
we are all born beautiful. it is a tragedy we are convinced that we are not”
iNPC: Lloyd Matthews Thomas
Main account: Bailey Glade
Beauxbatons NPC
NPC Name: André Alarie
Link: click
Year: 4th
Stats:
original stats: Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 8 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 8
new stats: Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 11 | Arcane Power: 10 | Accuracy: 8
+5 from graduation to third year
+5 from graduation to fourth year
+3 from duel win 1 | duel win 2 | duel win 3
Abilities:
Healing Sage | third year ability | wc: 503
ReducioRapid Reviver | fourth year ability | wc: 422Life had been quiet for Andre. Coming into his third-year he was beginning to feel settled in at Beauxbatons. Playing into roles and routines, he was getting used to a peaceful life. It was perfect grades than one wrong question on an assignment, always to check his control, over life, himself, and the things around him. It wasn't too long ago when he found out he had certain charm when it came to other people.
While toppling over people, using them as stepping stones to get to the top, he would find himself in rather unusual sets of circumstances. A problem which needed to be solved and dealt with immediately. You see, he'd grown rather attached to a few of the stepping stones. Andre had always known the dangers of having genuine relationships with people, though he tried to prevent it as best as he could, a few annoying pests were going to slip through the cracks.
In the past he recognized the problems of genuine relationships as the weakness and vulnerability you have with those people, your more easily influenced by them than others, you'd be more willing to do them favors, at points if they're a mess of a person, they are now your mess of a person to deal with. The list went on. What he had not recognized or taken to account was what happens when the stepping stones get hurt. With genuine connections comes empathy, and feelings other people's pain. One day during class he noticed one of his stepping stones get a papercut. As much of an overreaction as it may have been, it sent the young man into a downwards spiral. You can lose people, they can effectively get hurt. It hurts when people hurt, and it hurts when you lose them. The stepping stones he was attached too were like leeches, he couldn't get rid of them to solve this problem. His next best solution?
Studying healing spells and potions. Magic that could save him from this sort of problem. Andre worked tirelessly on it. Filling his weekends, and anytime he had in between school on it. Like each and every one of his new obsessions to master he became hyper-fixated on it. He would not let himself move on with his life until he'd become at least adequate in the art of healing spells and potions. At school he had become a sort of 'underground healer'. Don't want to go to the real healer for whatever reason? Then come to him! Sure his spells and potions were essentially only as good as a first-aid kit, but that's all anybody needed when they came to him anyway.
Whether you tripped over the root of a tree and scrapped you knee, or perhaps got into a scuffle or two. He offered his free healing services. Despite the fact he had a concerning lack of care for the 'patients' that came in, the set-up worked out well for everyone, Andre got experience, they got... uh... semi-okay medical care.
ReducioExtracurricular: N/AAndre had gotten better with healing magic. He knew what he was doing. The rumors were true, his 'underground healing' had sort of become a big deal, at least in his own groups and cliques. The rest of the school could have likely cared or less. It wasn't the point. The point was... In the same way some people were good at music, art, or even chess, Andre had begun to realize he had a certain affinity for healing people. He was good at it. The perfectionist in him was always bothered by the fact he wasn't perfect, but he resolved to remind himself that it took years for muggle doctors, and even healers to learn their skills. While Andre had taken a step back from learning how to heal people at top priority, it filled his weekdays before and after school. Before Andre knew it, his third year had come to an end and summer started. He was sent home, it was lucky he had a few friends from school who lived near him. They were the outdoorsy type so he and them spent quite a few of the first days going into summer. They went to the woods and climbed trees. Seeing who could reach the top of the tallest tree.
It couldn't have been more than a few days since summer started, him and his friends were heading out to the woods once more. They were going to climb to the top of the tallest tree. The same thing they did everyday. Andre was in the lead, the other were close and a few were struggling to catch up. There had been a storm the other day, lightning, so Andre should have assumed lightning may have hit a branch or two, and he did. He just thought they would have fallen. Well, a friend grabbed a lightning hit branch, it looked sturdy but it was a lie and they fell.
Everybody raced back down. Andre climbed down, checking the kid's injuries from what he could see. Tending what he needed too with what he had on him. And gently shaking him to see if he would get a response and make sure the other was okay. Andre had no idea what happened that day, all he knew was, one second the kid wasn't responding(unconscious), and then he was(conscious). It could have been luck, or Andre's quick response. He was rather thankful for whatever it was, the kid's mom didn't like him he preferred not to get on her bad side.
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[quote][center][b]Beauxbatons NPC Trunk | André Alarie[/b][/center][/quote] [quote][center][b]Stats[/b] Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 11 | Arcane Power: 10 | Accuracy: 8 =53 fourth years stats with +3 from [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=16311&start=40#p263918]duel win 1[/url] | [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=18480&start=80#p332858]duel win 2[/url] | [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=19516&start=60#p392629]duel win 3[/url] [/center][/quote] [quote][center][b]Abilities[/b] Perfectionist | 1st year ability | wc: 418 [sub] You have a reduced critical failure chance range by 1.[/sub] [reducio]André was a perfectionist, he refused to settle for less. He wanted things to be perfect; he wanted things to be in order and neatly and nicely. Like when he made his plans, all detail filled and clearly done by someone logical, but then you'd ask for his backup plans. And he'd lay it out simply, . He had none. His plans were perfected for quite some time each so he had faith they'd work, they had to go perfectly, if they didn't it was an insult to everything he'd ever done so far, everything that went flawless, that was perfectly perfected that there was no way things couldn't go his way, it was an insult to his skills. Every spell he were to ever learn, every potion he were to ever brew, everything he ever did was perfected down to a tea, a simple equation of how it worked and why it did, because if he were to ever need to make use of these things in the future he wanted them to be perfect, his skills for it perfected, and everything. He took pride in his good grades, and bad.[ If it was on purpose and his own doing] He took pride in his perfect handwriting which he'd told everybody that it 'just came naturally', when in reality he'd spent days perfecting it because he couldn't stand how it looked. If he was ever going to anything it was going to be perfect and he was going to get it right, this didn't mean it had to be right away, it just meant that in dear time in had to be perfect. Like his strategy for chess. It took months to perfect, but in the end it was all worth it, especially because of every bet that were made if he won, it benefited him and was worth all his hard work. Him being the perfectionist he was, was useful, but from time to time he wished he didn't need things to be as perfect, that maybe sometime he could let loose, adding to this the boy also set quite high standards for himself, and got upset every time these standards weren't met, he could make everything perfect and flawless but apparently not himself. He going to have to learn someday that he was just human, and made mistakes like everyone else, but for now he was going to pretend he was perfect, flawless, and unable to ever make a mistake, like everything else he did.[/reducio]Charmer | 2nd year ability | wc: 485 [sub] -1 accuracy to all of your opponents (as defined at the start of the instance regardless of later betrayal)[/sub] [reducio]André was good looking, there was no way to deny that. From his hair, to his eyes, and his lips, he was a sight for sore eyes. André honestly didn't see it. He didn't think he was that good looking, but he had to admit he had a way with people, a certain charm, almost like a magnet that attracted them to him. His manners towards the people he wanted to charm were enough to leave those who'd experienced his wrath left to gawk. I mean, who did he think he was? Getting into fights, ignoring certain authorities, and upsetting foster families so much they had no choice but to send him away. But yet finding a way to charm the socks off[Metaphorically speaking] every girl and guy he met. Surprisingly, there were even moments André found a way to charm himself out of trouble with his teachers at muggle school. He had to admit it, his unique talent... was useful. And very beneficial to the boy. Even his case worker after hearing everything he's ever done had to admit the boy was polite and sweet, even if he was a handful. When André realized he had this effect on people, his efforts started small. Like the one day seven-year-old André wanted a treat before bed. Now usually his parents weren't one to give treats and sweets to the boy, especially before bed, but that night seemed to be the exception as he turned his charm up to the max. He then used it to his advantage to get friends, and even at times get them to do what he wanted. His 'friends' like many other people in this world, were just stepping stones on his way to get to his actual goal. From friends it then went to the teachers, they all loved him, he was definitely a favorite student among the kids at his muggle school. And then to 'love interests' when the boy turned ten he noticed every so often girls would point his way, they'd whisper to their friends and when he'd confront the girl or sometimes even boy, about it, they'd blush. It left André with a sort of tool or power over them.. one he had to decide how to use.. By the end of his first year at Beauxbatons he made his choice. He would use it to his advantage, since he had no feelings towards any of the people he was doing this too. It only made the most sense. Sometimes he'd flirt with people for that factor, not caring at all how they feel, and sometimes he made sure to know how they'd feel, he'd flirt with the person for a bit, wait till he's being asked out, then reject them in the most harshest way possible, to keep control of the things around him. It was true, he was a terrible person, but a charmer nonetheless.[/reducio]Healing Sage | 3rd year ability | wc: 503 [sub]+30% healing done with potions and spells.[/sub][reducio]Life had been quiet for André. Coming into his third-year he was beginning to feel settled in at Beauxbatons. Playing into roles and routines, he was getting used to a peaceful life. It was perfect grades than one wrong question on an assignment, always to check his control, over life, himself, and the things around him. It wasn't too long ago when he found out he had certain charm when it came to other people. While toppling over people, using them as stepping stones to get to the top, he would find himself in rather unusual sets of circumstances. A problem which needed to be solved and dealt with immediately. You see, he'd grown rather attached to a few of the stepping stones. Andre had always known the dangers of having genuine relationships with people, though he tried to prevent it as best as he could, a few annoying pests were going to slip through the cracks. In the past he recognized the problems of genuine relationships as the weakness and vulnerability you have with those people, your more easily influenced by them than others, you'd be more willing to do them favors, at points if they're a mess of a person, they are now your mess of a person to deal with. The list went on. What he had not recognized or taken to account was what happens when the stepping stones get hurt. With genuine connections comes empathy, and feelings other people's pain. One day during class he noticed one of his stepping stones get a paper cut. As much of an overreaction as it may have been, it sent the young man into a downwards spiral. You can lose people, they can effectively get hurt. It hurts when people hurt, and it hurts when you lose them. The stepping stones he was attached too were like leeches, he couldn't get rid of them to solve this problem. His next best solution? Studying healing spells and potions. Magic that could save him from this sort of problem. Andre worked tirelessly on it. Filling his weekends, and anytime he had in between school on it. Like each and every one of his new obsessions to master he became hyper-fixated on it. He would not let himself move on with his life until he'd become at least adequate in the art of healing spells and potions. At school he had become a sort of 'underground healer'. Don't want to go to the real healer for whatever reason? Then come to him! Sure his spells and potions were essentially only as good as a first-aid kit, but that's all anybody needed when they came to him anyway. Whether you tripped over the root of a tree and scrapped you knee, or perhaps got into a scuffle or two. He offered his free healing services. Despite the fact he had a concerning lack of care for the 'patients' that came in, the set-up worked out well for everyone, Andre got experience, they got... uh... semi-okay medical care.[/reducio]Rapid Reviver | 4th year ability | wc: 422 [sub]Once per thread, you are able to bring back an unconscious person to wakefulness. No roll is required, just physical proximity. They have 1HP. If the user of this ability also has Healing Sage they are able to use this skill twice in a thread.[/sub][reducio]André had gotten better with healing magic. He knew what he was doing. The rumors were true, his 'underground healing' had sort of become a big deal, at least in his own groups and cliques. The rest of the school could have likely cared or less. It wasn't the point. The point was... In the same way some people were good at music, art, or even chess, André had begun to realize he had a certain affinity for healing people. He was good at it. The perfectionist in him was always bothered by the fact he wasn't perfect, but he resolved to remind himself that it took years for muggle doctors, and even healers to learn their skills. While André had taken a step back from learning how to heal people at top priority, it filled his weekdays before and after school. Before Andre knew it, his third year had come to an end and summer started. He was sent home, it was lucky he had a few [i]friends[/i] from school who lived near him. They were the outdoorsy type so he and them spent quite a few of the first days going into summer. They went to the woods and climbed trees. Seeing who could reach the top of the tallest tree. It couldn't have been more than a few days since summer started, him and his [i]friends[/i] were heading out to the woods once more. They were going to climb to the top of the tallest tree. The same thing they did everyday. André was in the lead, the other were close and a few were struggling to catch up. There had been a storm the other day, lightning, so André should have assumed lightning may have hit a branch or two, and he did. He just thought they would have fallen. Well, a [i]friend[/i] grabbed a lightning hit branch, it looked sturdy but it was a lie and they fell. Everybody raced back down. André climbed down, checking the kid's injuries from what he could see. Tending what he needed too with what he had on him. And gently shaking him to see if he would get a response and make sure the other was okay. André had no idea what happened that day, all he knew was, one second the kid wasn't responding(unconscious), and then he was(conscious). It could have been luck, or Andre's quick response. He was rather thankful for whatever it was, the kid's mom didn't like him he preferred not to get on her bad side.[/reducio][/center][/quote]
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Beauxbatons NPC
NPC Name: Katherine Felix
Link: click here
Year: Second (Rising to Third)
Stats: +1 evasion (duel win)
+3 accuracy (graduating to third year)
+2 strength (graduating to third year)
New Stats: Stamina: 9 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 11 | Wisdom: 4 | Arcane Power: 0 | Accuracy: 13
(had already had a duel win before, so should be 2 above average)
Abilities: Calming Presence (WC: 447 words)
Extracurricular: Quidditch Player (staying the same)
Content Changes: N/A
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Link: click here
Year: Second (Rising to Third)
Stats: +1 evasion (duel win)
+3 accuracy (graduating to third year)
+2 strength (graduating to third year)
New Stats: Stamina: 9 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 11 | Wisdom: 4 | Arcane Power: 0 | Accuracy: 13
(had already had a duel win before, so should be 2 above average)
Abilities: Calming Presence (WC: 447 words)
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"Kit, you know you shouldn't do something like that." It was back in elementary school, after Kit had jumped off of the top of the play structure as a dare. She hadn't gotten hurt, but a teacher had spotted and told her parents about it. And so now she sat, listening to them scold again and thinking about other things. More important things in her opinion. "Isabelle wouldn't do such a thing." Katherine agreed with that, of course. Isabelle wouldn't do such a thing- but she didn't expect herself to be her older sister. So all she did was wait- and nothing else happened. She was let off and went back to playing around in the house. So why worry about expectations if all her parents would do was talk about it? Isabelle was already the better sibling, so why should Kit compete?
And with that, Katherine was generally a relaxed person- a care free person living a care free life. Sure, there was school and some stresses that came with it, but the witch didn't care about grades so long as it was passing. Plus, she had quite a few resources from her older sister and from her grandparents via owls. Her parents weren't pleased with low grades, but as Kit had never felt like the favorite of her parents, she learned to shrug it off like the other times her parents talked about disappointments. And since nothing was done asides from voicing disappointment, shrugging it off was easy. There was little punishment in Kit's world and so she could continue to be care free.
Instead, her focuses could be entirely on the activities she enjoyed- quidditch, music, and art. Everything else could remain at a passing as the second year spent most of her time working on what made her happy. The school-fun balance didn't shift much since first year, and yet it was enough to start something big. Her enjoyment in her activities and how she spent her time made her happier. And her happiness boosted confidence, conversations, and her care free nature. It created new friends and helped her find more activities that interested her, clubs that sounded really cool or muggle sports that she had never heard of before.
Her own contentment and happiness with her life changed how she held herself as she became a third year, no longer a new student yet not a role model either. This feeling and presence of her own calmness and relaxed nature could be felt by others around her- smiles to strangers, positive outlooks, and encouragement became more commonplace as she realized how it affected others, happy to spread her carefree nature to others.
And with that, Katherine was generally a relaxed person- a care free person living a care free life. Sure, there was school and some stresses that came with it, but the witch didn't care about grades so long as it was passing. Plus, she had quite a few resources from her older sister and from her grandparents via owls. Her parents weren't pleased with low grades, but as Kit had never felt like the favorite of her parents, she learned to shrug it off like the other times her parents talked about disappointments. And since nothing was done asides from voicing disappointment, shrugging it off was easy. There was little punishment in Kit's world and so she could continue to be care free.
Instead, her focuses could be entirely on the activities she enjoyed- quidditch, music, and art. Everything else could remain at a passing as the second year spent most of her time working on what made her happy. The school-fun balance didn't shift much since first year, and yet it was enough to start something big. Her enjoyment in her activities and how she spent her time made her happier. And her happiness boosted confidence, conversations, and her care free nature. It created new friends and helped her find more activities that interested her, clubs that sounded really cool or muggle sports that she had never heard of before.
Her own contentment and happiness with her life changed how she held herself as she became a third year, no longer a new student yet not a role model either. This feeling and presence of her own calmness and relaxed nature could be felt by others around her- smiles to strangers, positive outlooks, and encouragement became more commonplace as she realized how it affected others, happy to spread her carefree nature to others.
Extracurricular: Quidditch Player (staying the same)
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[quote][b]Is your character a Broom Racer?[/b] No
[b]Is your character a Quidditch Player?[/b] Yes
[b]Is your character a Duelist?[/b] No[/quote]
[quote][b]Stats:[/b] Stamina: 9 | Evasion: 9 | Strength: 9 | Wisdom: 4 | Arcane Power: 0 | Accuracy: 10[/quote]
[quote][b]Abilities:[/b] Evasive Maneuvers (WC: 481 words)
[reducio]"C'mon! Let's play!" Messy red hair bounced up and down with the girl, trying to get the two others to join. Isabelle nodded, a smile spreading across her face as both the girls turned towards Helen. The young woman glanced between the two, before letting out a soft sigh with a smile. "Alright, but just one round. Go on, you two, hide." Kit chirped in excitement, quickly dashing off. It wasn't often that she could get the two to play hide and go seek. They preferred to stick with the original, apparently.
Light footsteps would be heard, trailing around different locations to not give Helen any clues. But eventually she would stop, hiding behind a couch. It certainly wasn't the best hiding spot, but it would have to do. Wherever Isabelle might've hidden was a question for later. Now to wait.
It wouldn't take long, before Kit would find herself glancing around, trying to find where Helen had gone. She had peeked up too much, red hair rather visible against the colorless background. The young girl realized this a moment later, keeping her position for a few moments longer while Helen came towards her. She'd wait for the last minute, before quickly bouncing back out of reach. Kit decided to test her fate a little more, allowing for one more chance. A few moments of waiting, before another quick dodge out of the way, laughing from the adrenaline. It was a fun little game for the young girl, but she'd dash away, trying to find the next hiding spot. Blue-green eyes would glance around the next corridor, running in before she realized that Isabelle was standing in the middle of the walkway.
"Did you get tagged?" The younger girl would ask, bouncing on her feet slightly. Her sister would say nothing, but began to close the gap between them. A hand would whip out to try and tap the redhead, but she had side-skipped, barely getting out of the way. "You did!" she gasped, a grin widening. She would pause for a moment, before running before Isabelle or Helen could tag her in her surprise. Having two on one posed an interesting challenge, as they directed her towards a dead end. Kit didn't notice until she was almost against the wall, keeping out of both of their reaches. But in a dead end, there was only so much ducking and weaving one could do until they got tagged. Fingers would barely graze her arm, and the girl would stop, quickly turning around to face the others.
"Well that wasn't fair," she pouted, a little out of breath. Helen shook her head, huffed laughter escaping her. "No, Kitkat dear, there was nothing fair about what you were doing. We needed our own tactics to win." Isabelle would nod, offering her sister an impressed smile. "I think we'll just stick to regular hide-and-seek."[/reducio]Catch (WC: 459 words)
[reducio] Quidditch was a fun sport. Dangerous and way more competitive than she had realized. There had been talk back at home, but the importance of quidditch never really set in until Kit was trying out to join the team. Sports had never been about winning, but rather being a group to spend time with and get to know. Still, it was important that she in some way aided the team. The height of play was scary enough, not to mention adding bludgers into the mix.
One of the practices, they practiced catching in a more controlled and safe environment so that teammates might be able to help each other better when the real game came around. It was strange to have a new weight on the broom. There was some struggle with maneuverability and keeping the other person on at the same time. But still, it sounded like the perfect way to help out. Maybe even prevent some of the more serious injuries that could occur when one fell down from such a distance.
Practices remained the same, but Kit spent more time figuring out what best to use as a substitute for an additional person on the broom. Backpacks stuffed with books worked well, trying to move around easily enough without the bag toppling over and free falling down to the ground. It was strange to have less space on the broom, but the girl adjusted, challenging herself to have more room on the back of the broom. But having two people on a broom was just one step. The other was catching.
This was more challenging to practice, generally required someone else to help out. One way was by tossing the previously used backpack down to be caught. The distances were small at first- a light toss between the two, but the distance and height increased as Kit grew more confident with this skill. This didn’t mean that the backpack stayed intact, however, books pressing their edges into the fabric until it ripped. No new scratches or tears had been seen in a while, though, significant improvement from the start of her outside practices.
The second way was carrying someone. This almost always drew laughs the first few times as Kit struggled to figure out how best to get a person onto the back of her broom. For what sounded like the simple part, the second year found it rather complicated, making sure to put padding down before ever trying to pick up her friend. While the quidditch player had yet to use this new skill in a game, she was positive it would be useful at some point. Plus, it was another way for her to help out from a distance. Or on the same broom.[/reducio]Calming Presence (WC: 447 words)
[reducio]"Kit, you know you shouldn't do something like that." It was back in elementary school, after Kit had jumped off of the top of the play structure as a dare. She hadn't gotten hurt, but a teacher had spotted and told her parents about it. And so now she sat, listening to them scold again and thinking about other things. More important things in her opinion. "Isabelle wouldn't do such a thing." Katherine agreed with that, of course. Isabelle wouldn't do such a thing- but she didn't expect herself to be her older sister. So all she did was wait- and nothing else happened. She was let off and went back to playing around in the house. So why worry about expectations if all her parents would do was talk about it? Isabelle was already the better sibling, so why should Kit compete?
And with that, Katherine was generally a relaxed person- a care free person living a care free life. Sure, there was school and some stresses that came with it, but the witch didn't care about grades so long as it was passing. Plus, she had quite a few resources from her older sister and from her grandparents via owls. Her parents weren't pleased with low grades, but as Kit had never felt like the favorite of her parents, she learned to shrug it off like the other times her parents talked about disappointments. And since nothing was done asides from voicing disappointment, shrugging it off was easy. There was little punishment in Kit's world and so she could continue to be care free.
Instead, her focuses could be entirely on the activities she enjoyed- quidditch, music, and art. Everything else could remain at a passing as the second year spent most of her time working on what made her happy. The school-fun balance didn't shift much since first year, and yet it was enough to start something big. Her enjoyment in her activities and how she spent her time made her happier. And her happiness boosted confidence, conversations, and her care free nature. It created new friends and helped her find more activities that interested her, clubs that sounded really cool or muggle sports that she had never heard of before.
Her own contentment and happiness with her life changed how she held herself as she became a third year, no longer a new student yet not a role model either. This feeling and presence of her own calmness and relaxed nature could be felt by others around her- smiles to strangers, positive outlooks, and encouragement became more commonplace as she realized how it affected others, happy to spread her carefree nature to others.[/reducio][/quote]Approved
| Lea Hirsch - Hufflepuff Duelling Sta: 7 | Eva: 17 | Str: 0 | Wis: 12 | Pow: 10 | Acc: 15 |
Sta: 11 | Eva: 13 | Str: 13 | Wis: 4 | Pow: 0 | Acc: 20 Beauxbatons Quidditch - Katherine 'Kit' Felix |
Beauxbatons NPC
NPC Name: River Fayre
Link: Here
Year: First year
Stats: Stamina:5
Evasion:6
Strength:7
Wisdom:6
Arcane power: 7
Accuracy:10
(+1 from Broom Racing Win.)
Abilities: Year one; Keen Eye.
Extracurricular: Quidditch. (Second String Chaser)
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Link: Here
Year: First year
Stats: Stamina:5
Evasion:6
Strength:7
Wisdom:6
Arcane power: 7
Accuracy:10
(+1 from Broom Racing Win.)
Abilities: Year one; Keen Eye.
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"anyone seen my golden earring?" Flora yelled.
River sighed, her sister seemed to always be loosing things, everyday she would run around the house yelling or more yapping for her sister and parents to find the things she had lost, Spoiled Princess River thought grumpily, ever since Mabel had died Raine and Auguste had turned to Flora to spoil, pushing River into the background. Like the evil stepmother in those Muggle stories. River could see why Flora had been adored even more after Mabel's death, the two had looked like twins, Flora being just a hair taller.
"as-tu vérifié dans ta chambre dernièrement chérie ?" Have you checked in your room Hunny? Raine asked Flora, Flora seemed to put on the normal drama show, throwing her head back and moving her hand over top,
"Oui Mamma" Yes Mamma "I've checked everywhere."
"Hmmm" River stood up, she headed towards Flora's room, as soon she entered she was met with the strong smell of flowers and Chloé: Absolu de Parfum; a Perfume that her sister was in love with.
Rolling her eyes River tried to figure out what her sister got out of such Muggle things, all one needed in life was the smell and feeling of maps in their hands.
She scanned the room quickly, her eyes taking in everything.
Frowning at the muggle book which her sister had left on her bed, everyone in the Fayre Family knew not to have any Muggle things in their rooms, Muggles had been the reason for her sister's death, and neither of her parents had been ready to forgive muggles and their stupid and deadly cars.
She opened her sister's window, letting the light flow into it and bounce off the pastel pink walls.
As she scanned the room once more she noticed something glimmering in the corner of her sister's bed.
Walking over she picked it up, it was her sister's golden Earring.
Picking it up she sighed, Must have fallen off when la princesse The princess was having her beauty rest. she thought ruefully.
Walking out of her sister's room River found her sister and handed her it. "It was on your bed." She said simply.
Her sister took it and held it as if it was a baby bird, "Oh Thank you so much!" She looked at the Earring again, as if it was the most important thing ever. "I'm so lucky to have a sister with such keen eyes!"
(Wc 411)
River sighed, her sister seemed to always be loosing things, everyday she would run around the house yelling or more yapping for her sister and parents to find the things she had lost, Spoiled Princess River thought grumpily, ever since Mabel had died Raine and Auguste had turned to Flora to spoil, pushing River into the background. Like the evil stepmother in those Muggle stories. River could see why Flora had been adored even more after Mabel's death, the two had looked like twins, Flora being just a hair taller.
"as-tu vérifié dans ta chambre dernièrement chérie ?" Have you checked in your room Hunny? Raine asked Flora, Flora seemed to put on the normal drama show, throwing her head back and moving her hand over top,
"Oui Mamma" Yes Mamma "I've checked everywhere."
"Hmmm" River stood up, she headed towards Flora's room, as soon she entered she was met with the strong smell of flowers and Chloé: Absolu de Parfum; a Perfume that her sister was in love with.
Rolling her eyes River tried to figure out what her sister got out of such Muggle things, all one needed in life was the smell and feeling of maps in their hands.
She scanned the room quickly, her eyes taking in everything.
Frowning at the muggle book which her sister had left on her bed, everyone in the Fayre Family knew not to have any Muggle things in their rooms, Muggles had been the reason for her sister's death, and neither of her parents had been ready to forgive muggles and their stupid and deadly cars.
She opened her sister's window, letting the light flow into it and bounce off the pastel pink walls.
As she scanned the room once more she noticed something glimmering in the corner of her sister's bed.
Walking over she picked it up, it was her sister's golden Earring.
Picking it up she sighed, Must have fallen off when la princesse The princess was having her beauty rest. she thought ruefully.
Walking out of her sister's room River found her sister and handed her it. "It was on your bed." She said simply.
Her sister took it and held it as if it was a baby bird, "Oh Thank you so much!" She looked at the Earring again, as if it was the most important thing ever. "I'm so lucky to have a sister with such keen eyes!"
(Wc 411)
Extracurricular: Quidditch. (Second String Chaser)
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[td][quote][center][b]Stats[/b][/center]
[center]Stamina:6 Evasion:6
Strength:7 Wisdom:6
Arcane power: 7 Accuracy:10
(+1 from Broom Racing Win.)[/center][/quote][/td]
[td][quote][center][b]Abilities[/b][/center]
[center]Keen Eye[/center][/quote][/td]
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[td][quote][center][b]Extracurricular[/b][/center]
[center]Quidditch[/center][/quote][/td]
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WHAT IF I FALL? OH, MY DARLING
WHAT IF YOU FLY?
WHAT IF YOU FLY?