Index Registration
Character name: Nico Dawson
School Year: 1st
Link to the character page: [Link]
Character Statistics: Stamina: 3 |Evasion: 9 |Strength: 3 |
Wisdom: 6 |ArcPower: 6 |Accuracy: 8
Character Special Race/Talent: none
Character Backstory:
ReducioNico’s family is pretty average all things considered. Rachel and Phillip married fairly young, settling in a modest flat on the outskirts of Norwich, where one late winter, their child was born. Ever since they were little, strange things happened around Nico, but their parents pinned them to the little one being slightly unlucky.
Regardless, the Dawson’s home was a place full of warmth and laughter, so Nico grew to be just the same. Always making sure everyone around is smiling, just like they were used to. They inherited their parent’s love of jokes and pranks, and so they used their natural sneakiness and dexterousness for such; never for nefarious purposes, unless you count sneaking an extra candy or two from the kitchen. Strangers would seldom face this side of Nico - in fact they wouldn’t face them at all, as whenever Rachel and Phillip invited their friends over, Nico would hide behind their father’s legs. And so, adults would praise and envy the Dawsons for having such a well behaved child. Their mom would laugh and respond You should see them with their cousin!
It was true that whenever they visited Rachel’s sister, things would get a bit more chaotic. Her daughter Sam was way more adventurous, and Nico would instantly match her enthusiasm, getting pulled into whatever ideas she had, whether it was sneaking out of the garden, exploring wild beaches or the small groves nearby. Even though she was a couple years older, they were practically inseparable despite the half hour drive.
Nico had nothing but pure admiration for her - she was just so cool. No matter what she did, whether it was guitar, skateboarding or drawing, she made it look so effortless. Nico often tried to imitate her, but for some reason it never worked quite as well. Drawings were clumsy, guitar too big, not to mention the Incident after which Nico was banned from going within five meters of a skateboard. Despite that, Sam always treated them kindly, cheering them up and looking for different things they could do together. To avoid bruised knees and hurting fingers they stuck to safer activities, and ended up bonding over music, mainly older rock bands, some of which Sam’s mom even had vinyls of.
Nico’s admiration of Sam was a double edged sword and introduced some doubt into them. What if they’re not good enough? It’s always her showing Nico cool things and never the other way around. They needed to be the one impressing her for once. So what’s better than everyone’s beloved magic tricks! Nico asked their parents to get them a book of magic tricks. They complied, but they didn’t anticipate that it would mark the day their lives got a lot more difficult.
Nico would now run around the house leaving cards on every surface, pulling handkerchiefs from god-knows-where, and dragging them away from their work to showcase what they just learned. At least their plan worked - weeks of preparation led to a great time spent at Sam’s house, with a different trick to show her every day. That was all Nico wished for - the sight of her eyes sparkling with amazement and her excitedly bothering them to explain how the illusion worked. They wanted to experience it over and over again.
It ended up becoming Nico’s favourite interest, so much so they started showing off in school, whether on breaks or in talent shows. People were in fact amazed, but after the show was over, everyone left. No one lingered to talk with them more, despite their best efforts. They persisted, chatted, came up to people, and yet they were unable to make any true friends besides Sam. That didn’t bother them though, for Nico was far too cheerful to have something like that kill their mood. They had a loving family, and that was enough.
First Instance of Magic:
ReducioNico is prone to getting frustrated when things don't go their way. As it was when during a hot summer's day, they sat on the porch of their aunt's house with some chilled drinks, prepared for a long afternoon of learning how to play the guitar. Nico borrowed the instrument from Sam, which in the end was a mistake. She was older, her fingers longer, so Nico's little eight year old hands were simply too small to reach all the strings. Increasingly annoyed, their fingertips in pain, Nico could feel the tears of anger forming. After misplaying the same chord yet another time they were about to snap, but instead they noticed something strange.
One of the unopened sodas started trembling, before flying up a few feet and bursting open, sugary liquid spraying everywhere. Nico shouted and tried to grab it, but when they reached out, it fell on the ground like any regular bottle. Sam, hearing the scream, rushed in to see Nico who was scared, confused and drenched. They tried to explain how the soda flew up first, but unsurprisingly, no one believed them. They were told that surely the pressure inside made it pop, but Nico did not buy it. From then on, they made sure to take a mental note of any unusual things happening around them, hoping to one day convince Sam that what they saw was real.
STATUS: Approved, Jake, 23rd November
ability: charmer
sta 3 eva 9 str 3 wis 6 arc 6 acc 8
Index Registration
Character Name: Astrid Thorneblade
Link to Character Page: Astrid's Character Page
Character Statistics: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 4 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 4
Character Special Race/Talent: Metamorphmagus
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
Link to Character Page: Astrid's Character Page
Character Statistics: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 4 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 4
Character Special Race/Talent: Metamorphmagus
Reducio
Astrid remembered the days when she was younger, when her mother would tell her stories about magical abilities that her anscestors had, she loved the stories, the magic and the realization that she maybe could have an ability too. Her favorite was the Metamorphmagus one, but she probably wasn't gonna have it since the only person in her bloodline to have it was her long dead great-great-great grandfather, but she still had dreams and wonders of what if she had it? It seemed like such a cool ability to have, being able to shift appearances, she sometimes dreamed of being able to turn into someone else and all the cool things she could do. Maybe she could become an Auror with the ability she dreamed of. When she was younger she would sometimes notice how her freckles weren't there, or how when she got angry and slammed her door, she would look in the mirror and notice that her eyes had darkened considerably, or when she got happy and excited her eyes would turn a beautiful golden color, but she brushed it off as a trick of the light, because after all, she did have gold in her eyes. Sometimes her Muggle friends would notice her skin got slightly darker or the sun seemed to play tricks on them with her hair, making it seem more orange or slightly more brown than her usual red color, but they all brushed it off as a trick of the light and went on playing as usual. Her parents sometime asked if it was just the light hitting her eyes differently, because sometimes they looked more green than blue and gold. She just shrugged and went on with her days, until one day she got real excited about something that was gonna happen that day, and when she looked in the mirror her freckles were gone, and her eyes were gold and green instead of their usual blue and gold, and her skin seemed a shade darker, and her hair? It was a auburn brown color, she screamed. What had happened? Did she drink one of her mothers potions in the cupboard? Did someone put a spell on her? Thoughts rushed through her brain as her scream alerted her parents, and they came running in, then saw their daughter looking slightly different, and this time they knew this was no trick of the light. Her parents looked at each other, it was impossible. The ability was rare in the family, after all, the only anscestor known to have got it was her great-great-great grandfather, and no one had had it since or even before him, so how could Astrid have it? It was impossible, right? Now her parents doubted themselves, it could be possible, but it was too rare, yet here she was, her appearance different, they sighed and sat Astrid down and talked to her, her terror changed to excitement, she was a Metamorphmagus! Her parents decided to keep her away from her Muggle friends, in fear that her appearance could shift entirely in front of them on accident, they decided to wait until Hogwarts until someone could teach her how to control it better.
Character Backstory:
Reducio
Astrid lived in Scotland until she was three years old, her mother was a witch and married a muggle. She remembered the day her mother told her father she was a witch, he passed out, mumbling something about his parents warning him about his wife, when he finally woke up again her mother suggested they move to London where she grew up, in case Astrid was a witch, wanting her to go to Hogwarts. It took a while but her father finally agreed to move, and after a few months they made it to London, living in the outskirts in a nice homey house, they lived a simple and honest life, her father worked from home for Muggle Money while her mother went to the Ministry of Magic to work. Her mother wanted to move to Godric's Hollow sometime later in life, but for now they lived in London, simple and happy. Her parents bother loved her dearly and did not want her to go to Hogwarts, in fear of missing her dearly.
She has a few Muggle friends in London who she will play around with, she does not tell them she is a witch though. She has two sets of grandparents, one on her dad's side and another on her mother's side, they live close by and she would go over for hours at a time to play at their house. Overall, she has a good family life and some good friends.
She has a few Muggle friends in London who she will play around with, she does not tell them she is a witch though. She has two sets of grandparents, one on her dad's side and another on her mother's side, they live close by and she would go over for hours at a time to play at their house. Overall, she has a good family life and some good friends.
First Instance of Magic:
Reducio
She was seven years old when it happened. She was climbing a tree for fun, her parents inside working on something and not paying attention, she then felt the branch start to crack, a jolt of fear going through her, making her heart beat faster. Then the branch snapped completely, sending her falling to the ground, she screamed, alerting her parents as they rushed out towards her, but unable to do anything. Panic coursed through her, unknowingly causing herself to slow down and land safely on the ground, she felt terrified, but a small part of her brain in that moment wondered what had just happened, her parents ran forward and embraced her until she calmed down, then her mother excitedly told her she was definitely a witch.
STATUS: Pending, Lawrence, November 26th
Reasons for Pending:
- Your stats in this application add up to 32 you only have 30 points as a Metamorphmagus. In your trunk they also add up to 35 and are different to your application. Please have them match and equal 30.
- Your trunk may not have coloured font please see the rules for trunks here
STATUS: Approved -- Ophelia, Dec 3
Last edited by Astrid Thorneblade on 1 Dec 2025, 14:56, edited 4 times in total.
My Encyclopedia | Metamorphmagus
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 4 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 4
Yes, I use SARCASM because KILLING people is ILLEGAL
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 4 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 4
Yes, I use SARCASM because KILLING people is ILLEGAL
Index Registration
Character name: Jean Bean
School Year: First year
Link to the character page: Jean Bean's Encyclopedia page
Character Statistics: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 7
Character Special Race/Talent:
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year: First year
Link to the character page: Jean Bean's Encyclopedia page
Character Statistics: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 7
Character Special Race/Talent:
Character Backstory:
Reducio
Jeanny has had her head in the clouds ever since she was young. In nearly all situations, she struggles to focus. Her thoughts are most often occupied with her interests, including art and science fiction. Whenever inspiration strikes, she pulls a sketchbook out of her pocket and starts to draw. With 'whenever', I truly mean any and all times: even when her focus should really be on something else.
She stays true to herself, almost to a fault. Whenever someone ridicules her, they can become victim of her surprisingly short fuse. Jean's biggest goal is to be taken seriously, which is difficult with a name such as Jean Bean. Proving herself is important to her; she wants others to respect and admire her.
She idolises her brother, so she has taken on many of his quirks: including but not limited to his tastes in fashion and music, a critical view of authority, and showing love through pestering. He is her rock. So what happens when she has to leave his side for Hogwarts?
Jean's parents always try to out-joke one another, which has made Jean leap to the opposite side of the coin: she desires to always be taken seriously. Sarcasm and scepticism took the high ground in her humour.
Jean has a brother, Dean, who is six years older than her. Yes, Dean and Jean Bean. Mr and Mrs Bean have a weird sense of humour. Dean and Jean are extremely close; she idolizes him. As a child, the two siblings would draw together. She strived to become as creative as Dean. Although his skills with a pencil are incredible, he does not have any magical powers.
Dean saw how much his sister looked up to him, but was afraid something would happen to her if he was not around. So he started testing her, trying to get a rise out of her so she would push back against him. When Jean was three, 9-year-old Dean would steal her spoon and wave it in front of her nose. When Jean was five, 11-year-old Dean would unexpectedly launch pillows at her face. When Jean was seven, 13-year old Dean would provoke her into wrestling with him in the garden. Although she would always be taken off guard when attacked, the girl learned how to evade the second pillow and even flip the tall teenager onto his back.
At primary school, Jean had a small group of close friends. Leaving them to come to Hogwarts had been a tearful affair. Loyalty is engrained into Jean, so she plans on keeping in close contact with her muggle friends although they can never know about her abilities. Because Jean has had the same friends her whole life, she is a little awkward around new people.
Jean could easily be provoked when pushing the right buttons.. At school, a classmate had once made fun of Jean for her name; "Jean Bean? Is your dad mister Bean?" Her vision turned red at the same rate that her face did. While the child was laughing - maniacly, in Jean's eyes - she pulled back her fist and put her full weight into a punch. A 'mean right hook' her brother had laughingly called it while patting her on the shoulder. On that day the whole school learnt Jeanny does not pull punches when challenged, although she is normally shy and sweet.
She stays true to herself, almost to a fault. Whenever someone ridicules her, they can become victim of her surprisingly short fuse. Jean's biggest goal is to be taken seriously, which is difficult with a name such as Jean Bean. Proving herself is important to her; she wants others to respect and admire her.
She idolises her brother, so she has taken on many of his quirks: including but not limited to his tastes in fashion and music, a critical view of authority, and showing love through pestering. He is her rock. So what happens when she has to leave his side for Hogwarts?
Jean's parents always try to out-joke one another, which has made Jean leap to the opposite side of the coin: she desires to always be taken seriously. Sarcasm and scepticism took the high ground in her humour.
Jean has a brother, Dean, who is six years older than her. Yes, Dean and Jean Bean. Mr and Mrs Bean have a weird sense of humour. Dean and Jean are extremely close; she idolizes him. As a child, the two siblings would draw together. She strived to become as creative as Dean. Although his skills with a pencil are incredible, he does not have any magical powers.
Dean saw how much his sister looked up to him, but was afraid something would happen to her if he was not around. So he started testing her, trying to get a rise out of her so she would push back against him. When Jean was three, 9-year-old Dean would steal her spoon and wave it in front of her nose. When Jean was five, 11-year-old Dean would unexpectedly launch pillows at her face. When Jean was seven, 13-year old Dean would provoke her into wrestling with him in the garden. Although she would always be taken off guard when attacked, the girl learned how to evade the second pillow and even flip the tall teenager onto his back.
At primary school, Jean had a small group of close friends. Leaving them to come to Hogwarts had been a tearful affair. Loyalty is engrained into Jean, so she plans on keeping in close contact with her muggle friends although they can never know about her abilities. Because Jean has had the same friends her whole life, she is a little awkward around new people.
Jean could easily be provoked when pushing the right buttons.. At school, a classmate had once made fun of Jean for her name; "Jean Bean? Is your dad mister Bean?" Her vision turned red at the same rate that her face did. While the child was laughing - maniacly, in Jean's eyes - she pulled back her fist and put her full weight into a punch. A 'mean right hook' her brother had laughingly called it while patting her on the shoulder. On that day the whole school learnt Jeanny does not pull punches when challenged, although she is normally shy and sweet.
First Instance of Magic:
Reducio
Her anger was the catalyst for the first appearance of Jean's magical powers. 11-year-old Jeanny is a lifelong fan of science fiction, especially the series Doctor Who.
During her weekly painting class, she expressed this love by illustrating the TARDIS in any and all mediums: watercolour, pencil, crayon, charcoal... However, this had been the subject of nearly all her paintings over the last year - about fifty-three at that point. As time passed, the teacher looked on in increasing bewilderment and disdain. The class' aim was to increase creative expression, but the child ignored any and all coaxing.
At the start of her fifty-fourth TARDIS, the teacher decided to take matters into their own hands. Ripping the paper from underneath Jean's moving brush, he admonished her:
"Think outside of your silly blue box, little girl. Repetition is the death of art!"
The girl's head turned red from anger. How dare he make fun of her passions? Suddenly, with a linger 'pop', the teacher's hair turned green. Everyone present was in a state of shock. All hell broke loose. The teacher later accused Jean of dying his hair. She had ardently denied this, but was expelled from the painting class anyways.
When she left painting class crying, her brother consoled her. Dean promised to make sure she would get all the practice in the world, even without that teacher. Ever since then, Dean tutored his little sister in art every single Tuesday.
During her weekly painting class, she expressed this love by illustrating the TARDIS in any and all mediums: watercolour, pencil, crayon, charcoal... However, this had been the subject of nearly all her paintings over the last year - about fifty-three at that point. As time passed, the teacher looked on in increasing bewilderment and disdain. The class' aim was to increase creative expression, but the child ignored any and all coaxing.
At the start of her fifty-fourth TARDIS, the teacher decided to take matters into their own hands. Ripping the paper from underneath Jean's moving brush, he admonished her:
"Think outside of your silly blue box, little girl. Repetition is the death of art!"
The girl's head turned red from anger. How dare he make fun of her passions? Suddenly, with a linger 'pop', the teacher's hair turned green. Everyone present was in a state of shock. All hell broke loose. The teacher later accused Jean of dying his hair. She had ardently denied this, but was expelled from the painting class anyways.
When she left painting class crying, her brother consoled her. Dean promised to make sure she would get all the practice in the world, even without that teacher. Ever since then, Dean tutored his little sister in art every single Tuesday.
STATUS: Pending, Lawrence, November 26th
Reasons for Pending:
- Nothing to change here but we do not require the ability application duplicated here so I have removed it.
- Your trunk may not have coloured font please see the rules for trunks here
STATUS: Approved - Jess, 18th December 2025
Index Registration
Character name (First and last name): Ekaterina Varganova
School Year or Adult Level: school year 1
Does any Profile Card info need changing?: Yes, Ekaterina is Russian
Link to the character page:
Character Statistics: {STA: 6 | EVA: 5 | STR: 2 | WIS: 7 | AP: 8 | ACC: 7}
Character Special Race/Talent: N/A
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic: Ekaterina's first instance of magic occurred when a group of boys were bullying her a while back, when she was about 5 years old. She was in her house's garden playing with her doll when a group of boys came and started teasing her. She didn't react and just ignored them, hoping they'd leave. They didn't. One of the older boys, who knows how to use magic, used Wingardium Leviosa to lift her doll in the air, out of her reach. She begged him to give it back, but they didn't and just laughed at her as she continued yelling at them. Then she got mad and started glaring at them. That's when the crates they were standing on vanished, and they fell backwards, and onto the pavement. Her doll fell into her hands, and she ran back inside to her mother to tell her what had happened.
School Year or Adult Level: school year 1
Does any Profile Card info need changing?: Yes, Ekaterina is Russian
Link to the character page:
Character Statistics: {STA: 6 | EVA: 5 | STR: 2 | WIS: 7 | AP: 8 | ACC: 7}
Character Special Race/Talent: N/A
Character Backstory:
Reducio
Ekaterina was born on a cold, snowy night, being raised by an austere household of formidable wizards. She was born in Russia on February 14, 2014, at exactly midday. Her family eventually left their homeland for work reasons, moving to the rolling hills of Scotland, bringing along with them a legacy of power and a presence commanding respect. Her father, a famous, well-known wizard. Known for his intellect and his considerable arcane skills, showing both power and intellect. His name, a sacred word in the Russian arcane community, walking down an alleyway, there are always whispers of his name. As for her mother, who also complemented her father's arcane skill perfectly, also an outstanding figure in the Russian community. She dedicated her life to studying almost every spell and knows how to execute them with controlled power that only a few can match. Her grandparents, also rich pureblood wizards and are very well known, standing out in the community as passed figures of power and great legacy. Although having a rich family filled with pure blood wizards may sound like an amazing life but it isn't. Other jealous pureblood families, or in cases, less rich pureblood families, would refer to them as snobs and fame-braggers. Due to this boys in the neighborhood will often bully Ekaterina; she obviously never reacted to this, but it still bothered her.
First Instance of Magic: Ekaterina's first instance of magic occurred when a group of boys were bullying her a while back, when she was about 5 years old. She was in her house's garden playing with her doll when a group of boys came and started teasing her. She didn't react and just ignored them, hoping they'd leave. They didn't. One of the older boys, who knows how to use magic, used Wingardium Leviosa to lift her doll in the air, out of her reach. She begged him to give it back, but they didn't and just laughed at her as she continued yelling at them. Then she got mad and started glaring at them. That's when the crates they were standing on vanished, and they fell backwards, and onto the pavement. Her doll fell into her hands, and she ran back inside to her mother to tell her what had happened.
STATUS: Pending, Sage, November 26th
Hello! I have a few notes before I can approve this application:
-Please add your backstory and first instance of magic into your encyclopedia
STATUS: Approved, Sage, November 26th
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───────────── 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑷 + 𝒊𝑵𝑷𝑪 STA: 6 | EVA: 5 | STR: 2 | WIS: 7 | AP: 8 | ACC: 7 ─────────────[/size[ |
Index Registration
Character name: Lauren Wong
School Year or Adult Level: 1st
Does any Profile Card info need changing? No
Link to the character page: Here!
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 7
Evasion: 7
Strength: 6
Wisdom: 4
ArcPower: 5
Accuracy: 6
Character Special Race/Talent: Human
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic: When she was 5, her parents cut her hair into a ugly haircut; a bowl cut, her hair grew back almost immediately and when she was 9, one boy was bullying her and she accidentally set fire on his clothes.
School Year or Adult Level: 1st
Does any Profile Card info need changing? No
Link to the character page: Here!
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 7
Evasion: 7
Strength: 6
Wisdom: 4
ArcPower: 5
Accuracy: 6
Character Special Race/Talent: Human
Character Backstory:
Reducio
Lauren was born in Amersham, on the edge of Chiltern Hills. She had two elder brothers and two sisters who were twins. Her normal life would have been like any other human being. She would wake up, take a shower, and eat her breakfast. Afterwards, she would take a short stroll to the library and borrow a good book to read. About 200 pages or more. She would then go to the river. She often reads by the tree facing the river. Any person probably would not look twice if they saw her on the street. But, unlike any other child, she did not have a friend. She often tried to talk to the other village children but they ignored her. Books were Lauren's friend. She felt that books were less complicated compared to people. Her favourite book was most probably the 'Grapes of Warth'. For books, all she had to do was open the book up and read it. For humans, you had to talk to them-- which was not exactly her strong point. Lauren often wished that she could be like her sisters. They could go to the playground and come back with many new friends. That was her secret wish. Even in school, Lauren could not find any friends. The boys would tease her continuously while the girls will spread rummors about her.
First Instance of Magic: When she was 5, her parents cut her hair into a ugly haircut; a bowl cut, her hair grew back almost immediately and when she was 9, one boy was bullying her and she accidentally set fire on his clothes.
STATUS: Pending, Jake, December 3rd
Hi Lauren, there's a few things to take care of before we can process your index application
1. Your stats currently add up to 43. They should add up to 35 as a first-year human student.
2. Please copy your history from this application into your encyclopedia as well (they currently differ)
3. You will not need spells and potions slots in your trunk any longer (And you currently are listing potions you do not have). Can you remove those from your trunk? They will be given to you when you complete classes and added to your inventory
STATUS: Pending, Jake, December 6th
Thanks for the edits, but your stats now add up to 37, and still need to be adjusted.
Please make sure to change them in your trunk as well, so it matches your application
STATUS: Approved - Jess, 18th December 2025
Last edited by Lauren Wong on 6 Dec 2025, 10:16, edited 2 times in total.
| Lauren Wong - Ravenclaw | |
Sta: 7 | Eva: 7 | Str: 6 | Wis: 4 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 6 |
Sta: 9 | Eva: 5 | Str: 5 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 4 | Acc: 5 |
Index Registration
Character name (First and last name): Adelina Moore
School Year or Adult Level: First year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Nope
Link to the character page: Here
Character Statistics: Stamina - 6 | Evasion - 5 | Strength - 5 | Wisdom - 8 | Arcane Power - 5 | Accuracy - 6
Character Special Race/Talent: None
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
Be the hero or be the villain, it doesn’t matter, just be happy, be you, and be the main character in your story.
School Year or Adult Level: First year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Nope
Link to the character page: Here
Character Statistics: Stamina - 6 | Evasion - 5 | Strength - 5 | Wisdom - 8 | Arcane Power - 5 | Accuracy - 6
Character Special Race/Talent: None
Character Backstory:
Reducio
Adelina, often called Lina or Addie by family and Addie or Del by friends, is the eldest of four. She has younger twin sisters, Audrey and Alice, aged five, as well as a two year old baby brother named Albert. Though the house is always brimming with noise and chaos, Addie thrives in the whirlwind. Her father, Anthony Moore, is a doctor who loves music and inventing. He makes little music boxes and taught Addie how to make them when she was 7. Her mother, Amaryllis Moore, is a healer at St Mungo’s and she loves to paint, read and be outdoors.
Adelina had a comfortable first ten years of her life. Although a lot of her parents’ time was taken up by work, she didn’t mind. From the tender age of 3, books were a constant presence in Addie’s life, so by the age of 9 1/2 she had read all of the books, both wizarding and muggle, that she could get her hands on. No matter what she found herself interested in, she would hone that skill until it was as close to perfection as possible. However, anything she didn’t like was read, learnt and then pushed to the back of her mind. Due to this behaviour, much of her early years were spent learning as much as she could, as quickly as she could, to the best standard that she could.
Adelina had a comfortable first ten years of her life. Although a lot of her parents’ time was taken up by work, she didn’t mind. From the tender age of 3, books were a constant presence in Addie’s life, so by the age of 9 1/2 she had read all of the books, both wizarding and muggle, that she could get her hands on. No matter what she found herself interested in, she would hone that skill until it was as close to perfection as possible. However, anything she didn’t like was read, learnt and then pushed to the back of her mind. Due to this behaviour, much of her early years were spent learning as much as she could, as quickly as she could, to the best standard that she could.
First Instance of Magic:
Reducio
Adelina always knew of the existence of the Wizarding World, however, she never expected to receive her Hogwarts letter. Afterall, she had never performed accidental magic. That is, until the day before her eleventh birthday...
Addie was returning home from the library, with a stack of books reaching just below eye level. When suddenly, someone bumped into her. All of the books fell from her arms, however, rather than winding up sprawled on the floor, they hovered just above the ground. She was so excited that she rushed home to tell her mother, after picking up the books of course!
Addie was returning home from the library, with a stack of books reaching just below eye level. When suddenly, someone bumped into her. All of the books fell from her arms, however, rather than winding up sprawled on the floor, they hovered just above the ground. She was so excited that she rushed home to tell her mother, after picking up the books of course!
STATUS: Approved, Jake, December 3rd
Be the hero or be the villain, it doesn’t matter, just be happy, be you, and be the main character in your story.
Index Registration
Character name: Timothy Daniels
School Year or Adult Level: First
Does any Profile Card info need changing?: no
Link to the character page: Timothy Daniels
Character Statistics:Character Special Race/Talent: SeerStamina: 4
Evasion: 3
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 8
ArcPower: 8
Accuracy: 5
Reason for Ability: WC599
ReducioIt was a warm June afternoon near the end of the primary school day. 10 year old Timothy was copying some maths from the board when a strange pressure settled at the back of his mind, like the faintest flicker of tension just behind his eyes.
His pencil paused mid-stroke.
He raised his head and stared at the table two rows over where three boys were leaning heavily on it. Aaron was one of them, his fingers wrapped around the edge of the table as he and the two other boys laughed at something on one of their phones.
The feeling sharpened.
Before he even had conscious thought of why Timothy shot to his feet and called out.
"Move!"
everyone turned to look at him. Aaron frowned slightly as he straightened, but the other boys just looked confused.
"What do you want Timmy?" One of the boys said mockingly.
There was a breif flash of annoyance and the name, but it was quickly forgotten as the front leg of the table snapped.
The whole structur lurched forward into the next table and collapsed, sending pencil cases and paper spilling. But at least non of the boys' fingers had gotten trapped beneath it. They'd all stood up straight to look at Timothy.
His Teacher stared at him, stunned.
"Timothy... how did you know that was about to happen?"
He flushed mind racing. I didn't know it was going to happen did i?, I just knew they had to move. Maybe it happened because he called me Timmy, was it accidental magic? i can't let anyone know.
"It... um... looked wobbly?"
The table had looked fine, but he pushed that thought away.A few weeks later, Timothy was walking home from school with his friend Aaron. They were arguing good naturedly about which superhero hat the best origin story when Timothy stopped abruptly on the pavement.
Aaron walked another step before nearly bumping into him "What's wrong?"
Timothy didn't answer! He only lifted a hand, gently nudging Aaron backwards.
Two seconds later, a cyclist shot past them from a side alley, far to fast, wobbling dangerously. A bag caught over the handlebars sent it veering wildly onto the pavement exactly where Timothy had frozen.
Aaron sucked in a breath. "What?.. but.. how did you know?"
Timothy forced a laugh. "Lucky I heard it coming I guess. But anyway Doctor Strange is much better than the Hulk!"
But the wheels hadn't made a sound until after he'd already moved. He shook it off. Coincidence. It had to be.The third moment happened in his grandmother's attic. He and his grandmother were sorting boxes. Timothy reached out and shifted a heavy cardboard box about a foot to the right.
"Not that one, dear" Grandma Henrietta said. "It's just full of old play costumes, why move it?"
Timothy opened his mouth, a confused little crease forming between his eyebrows. "I... don't know. I just felt like it should go there."
His grandmother just chuckled and reached up for another small trunk on a shelf. Moment later she stumbled backwards but caught herself on the side of an old wardrobe.
Her heel had landed neatly in the empty space where the box had been.
Had it still been there she would have tripped and fallen hard onto the wooden floorboards.
"Well," she sighed with relief, steadying herself. "That was lucky."
Timothy's stomach flutterd as in the back of his mind the flicker of tension ebbed away into nothing again.
OOC Note: Timothy's Seer origins come from genes that have been dormant in his families for so long that neither side realised they had them. Especially his muggleborn mothers family who don't realise that they are actually descended from a squib. None of his family including Timothy know that he is a seer, and it is something he will discover in his first couple of years at hogwarts. He currently has just learned to trust his instincts and doesn't realise there is anything mystical about it.
Character Backstory:
ReducioTimothy Daniels grew up on the outskirts of Leicester in a wizarding household that was always buzzing with enchantments. His mother, a muggleborn Healer at St Mungo’s, and his father, a Magizooligist, filled his childhood with stories of spell craft and magical creatures. Despite being wizard born, Timothy also spent much of his early life around Muggles too, as his mother insisted that he attend a muggle primary school like she did. There he made a close friend Aaron, a Muggle boy who admired Timothy’s eccentricities without ever suspecting their magical roots.
Timothy always loved visiting his grandmother's house. It was always warm, and she was usually baking something. The study smelled of old parchment and magic. Real magic, that quietly hummed in forgotten drawers or dusty corners. He could wander the hallway for ages, admiring enchanted knick-knacks that had belonged to generations of witches and wizards.
The house itself looked ordinary from the outside. White walls, trimmed hedges, and a windchime by the door. Timothy would often need to be dropped off here by his mother if she was called away to the hospital for an emergency, but he didn't mind.
On one such weekend when Timothy was seven, his grandmother called to him from the living room. "Timothy, be a dear and pop up to the attic. There is a red photo album in there with some pictures i want to give your father."
Timothy perked up instantly. The attic was his favourite room at Grandma's house. It was an adventure. With a determined nod, he raced up the stairs to climb the ladder and push open the creaking hatch.
He started with good intentions, checking the shelves and cracking open a few boxes... but after a few minutes of not finding the photo album, he was inevitably distracted by the other fascinations of the room. He found old potion bottles, a broken wand that he waved for a moment with no result, a brass telescope with three screws missing, which he placed to the side thinking that if he could find the screws, he could fix it. He also lifted open a particularly dusty box to wind a faintly snoring set of chess pieces, and he carefully closed the lid so as not to disturb them.
He squeezed around a tall stack of trunks, but as he did, his elbow clipped the top one.
The whole pile started to wobble.
"Oh no... no please..."
Despite his plea, the whole pile came down with a dramatic crash. Dust exploded into the air, leaving Timothy coughing while he hurried to right the mess. As he lifted the smallest trunk, something slid out from beneath it and landed on the floor with a soft thunk.
A thin, leather-bound book. It looked faded and cracked with age, but barely legible on the cover were the words "Spellman's Syllabary".
Wondering what a syllabary was, Timothy knelt on the ground and flipped open the cover, causing another small puff of dust to drift upwards.
Page after page of strange runes. Some were straight and rigid, others swirled like vines. Some had tiny handwritten notes beside them. Timothy felt a thrill run through him.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, completely forgetting about the photo album.
The runes were unlike anything he had seen. At first, they made no sense, but Timothy was the sort of boy who loved puzzles. He traced each symbol carefully, flipping back and forth between the pages. He noticed repeated shapes and patterns. The longer he looked, the more connections he began to see. Certain runes grouped together, or were never seen side by side. The small notes throughout the book marked emphasis or motion.
His eyes suddenly snagged on a page halfway through the book. It contained three rows of neatly labelled runes in ancient, faded ink.
"Elder Futhark" Timothy whispered aloud. He left the book open on the floor, searching the piles for the scraps of parchment and quills that normally could be found in the attic, before returning to the book.
Running his finger down the page, he studied the grid, finding the runes he wanted.
"Tiwaz, Isa, Mannaz, Othala, Thurisaz?"
He frowned, thinking hard, searching the grid, but there was no 'Y'. The notes suggested using 'Isa' as it represents all i-sounds including the long "ee" sound.
ᛏᛁᛗᛟᚦᛁ
His name. Written in this secret magical script. His chest filled with pride. This wasn't like the magic he had watched his parents do with their wands. This was older. Deeper. Like uncovering a piece of the world that others had forgotten existed.
Timothy didn't realise how much time had passed until he heard his grandmother shouting faintly from downstairs.
"Timothy? Did you find it?"
"Oh!" he scrambled to the hatch, clutching "Spellman's Syllabary" to his chest.
He climbed down the ladder, dusty but determined. His grandmother looked up from her knitting and raised an eyebrow.
"That's not a photo album."
He held out the book and scrap of parchment reverently. "I... found this. And I think I worked out how to write my name in Elder Futhark!"
Her eyes softened with a mixture of surprise and nostalgia. "Well now, you must take after your great-grandfather. He made a study of runes. Now you give me that, you can read through it when you've fetched my photo album."
Timothy ran back upstairs, determined to find the photo album. Determined he would unlock more of the ancient magic waiting for him below.
By the time his Hogwarts letter arrived, Timothy had dreamed for years of exploring a place where magic and history intertwined, and on the September the first he had his parents arriving at kings cross station well before 10am unable to curb his excitement.
First Instance of Magic:
ReducioTimothy's first instance of magic was when he was four years old. His father had been reading to him before work, and realised he was going to be late. Naturally he got up and began putting his coat on and preparing to leave.
Timothy realised what was happening he throw his arms out filled with frustation. He wanted Daddy to stay. There were loads of books that he hadn't read to him yet. They had barely just started. Clearly he just needed to show him that and then Daddy would stay and read to him. Timothy ran to the front door planting his feet and barring the way out of the house.
Rowan Daniels bent down to pick the youngster up and was about to say goodbye when a book hit him in the head. As he turned around he saw every book on the living room shelf hovering in the air, flapping like startled birds.
"We need to finish reading Daddy." Timothy said seriously, seemingly unphased by the flying literature.
Rowan put his son back down and promised to read as many books as he wants when he got home from work. The books fell to the ground with a series of solid thunks and though Timothy was very disappointed, his parents were thrilled. His father spent that evening picking up books and reading them to Timothy, laughing about how they will be waiting a while before they visit the library again.
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Key Thoughts "Spoken Words" |
Stats Stamina: 4; Evasion: 3; Strength: 2; Wisdom: 8; ArcPower: 8; Accuracy: 5; |
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STATUS: Pending, Jake, December 3rd
Hi Timothy, there's a few things to take care of before we can process your index application.
1. Can you separate your first instance of magic out into a separate section from the backstory? In validations, it's 220 words for both, but in index, we want 220 words of just backstory alone. Without it, your backstory is only 210 words, so could you add just a bit more detail there? (And copy that over into your encyclopedia as well).
2. I loved reading the snippets of Timothy exhibiting his seer powers, but could you also provide some information on where the Seer power came from? Does he have a distant Seer ancestry? Does his family know?LAST UPDATED: Timothy, December 3rd
STATUS: Approved, Jake, December 6th
Last edited by Timothy Daniels on 3 Dec 2025, 20:29, edited 5 times in total.
Index Registration
Character name (First and last name): Emma Quailey
School Year or Adult Level: First
Does any Profile Card info need changing: No
Link to the character page: Boop
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 3
Strength: 3
Wisdom:6
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 7
Character Special Race/Talent: Seer
WC: 750
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year or Adult Level: First
Does any Profile Card info need changing: No
Link to the character page: Boop
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 3
Strength: 3
Wisdom:6
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 7
Character Special Race/Talent: Seer
Reducio
Emma's mother, Caroline, showed talent as a Pianist from a young age. This natural affinity was encouraged by her parents, and it was eventually determined that she would make a career out of it. This she did successfully for some years, and there is little doubt that, had tragedy not struck, she would still be doing so now. But as these things sometimes go, tragedy did strike. She had entered a potion-maker's shop that had caught her eye one day. It was unlike those she was familiar with: It seemed run down, dirty, almost abandoned. But the lights inside were on, and the owner seemed friendly, so curiosity drew her in. After exchanging pleasantries, the owner busied themselves with their work. Some steaming brew filled a large cast-iron cauldron on a table, hissing, glowing a pale green that reminded Caroline of certain descriptions of the killing curse which she had once read. She was curious, and halfway through asking the shopkeeper what it was, rested one hand on the table to get a better look. The table legs, old and just barely strong enough to hold up the cauldron, snapped, drenching Caroline in some unknown substance that ate away at her skin and disintegrated her sinews. Though she survived, and magical treatment ensured no scar remained of the incident, Caroline never regained the dexterity she once had with her hands. She retired early.
Caroline's mother, Ella Noken, was a polymath. Extraordinarily studious and knowledgeable in mathematics, history, and magizoology, she found pleasure in working as a private tutor for wizard families whose children were too young to go to Hogwarts. She was good at her work, her students loved her, and she loved them. There was one boy of whom she had a special connection. His parents had hired her when he was born, and, since that day, once a week, she would spend an entire day with him. He was brave, and smart, and curious - curiosity was always, in her mind, the most important trait a child could have - and she grew to love him, if not like a son, then like a nephew. He was 9 when she got the letter. The boy had snuck out of the house one night and wandered into the forests to the north of the family's estate. No one knew for certain what it was that drew him out, but it was of note that since he had for the past few days become extremely interested in Unicorns, the topic of his last lesson with Ella, and that he had found a book containing a local legend of a unicorn living in those very forests. He must have gotten lost. He must have tripped and hit his head. She retired early.
Ella's Father, Mathew Noken, was gifted with the powers of a seer. Flip a coin, and he knew what face it would land on. Turn on the radio, and he'd tell you to change the channel before the song he dreaded listening to even began. It was a gut feeling, he said. An instinct. There was no method, and there were no visions. It wasn't flashy. Mathew suffered from nightmares. Every night, scenes would play through his mind. Scenes of people he didn't know, suffering. War. Poverty. Disease. Slaughter. On and on and on they went. He saw broken hearts and lost limbs, loneliness and madness. He called it an overactive imagination. What else could he do? How else could he live? As for proper prophecies, only one can be credited to his name. The story goes that, on his deathbed, a sudden vigour arose in him, and he sat up straight and spoke, clear as day. Unfortunately, the only person in the room was his wife, Mollie, who, out of shock, grief, and worry, failed to pay very close attention. All she could remember upon later questioning was talk of burning cauldrons and lost boys.
When she was 10, Emma almost had a piano's fallboard slam closed on her fingers. She had raised the board in order to practice, and, after resting her hands on the keys, briefly looked away - her mother had asked a question. Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine, an itch inside her very bones. She reeled back where she sat, hands tucked against her chest in fear of she didn't know what, and just then one of the hinges on the fallboard snapped, and the heavy wood slammed down.
What an odd experience.
Caroline's mother, Ella Noken, was a polymath. Extraordinarily studious and knowledgeable in mathematics, history, and magizoology, she found pleasure in working as a private tutor for wizard families whose children were too young to go to Hogwarts. She was good at her work, her students loved her, and she loved them. There was one boy of whom she had a special connection. His parents had hired her when he was born, and, since that day, once a week, she would spend an entire day with him. He was brave, and smart, and curious - curiosity was always, in her mind, the most important trait a child could have - and she grew to love him, if not like a son, then like a nephew. He was 9 when she got the letter. The boy had snuck out of the house one night and wandered into the forests to the north of the family's estate. No one knew for certain what it was that drew him out, but it was of note that since he had for the past few days become extremely interested in Unicorns, the topic of his last lesson with Ella, and that he had found a book containing a local legend of a unicorn living in those very forests. He must have gotten lost. He must have tripped and hit his head. She retired early.
Ella's Father, Mathew Noken, was gifted with the powers of a seer. Flip a coin, and he knew what face it would land on. Turn on the radio, and he'd tell you to change the channel before the song he dreaded listening to even began. It was a gut feeling, he said. An instinct. There was no method, and there were no visions. It wasn't flashy. Mathew suffered from nightmares. Every night, scenes would play through his mind. Scenes of people he didn't know, suffering. War. Poverty. Disease. Slaughter. On and on and on they went. He saw broken hearts and lost limbs, loneliness and madness. He called it an overactive imagination. What else could he do? How else could he live? As for proper prophecies, only one can be credited to his name. The story goes that, on his deathbed, a sudden vigour arose in him, and he sat up straight and spoke, clear as day. Unfortunately, the only person in the room was his wife, Mollie, who, out of shock, grief, and worry, failed to pay very close attention. All she could remember upon later questioning was talk of burning cauldrons and lost boys.
When she was 10, Emma almost had a piano's fallboard slam closed on her fingers. She had raised the board in order to practice, and, after resting her hands on the keys, briefly looked away - her mother had asked a question. Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine, an itch inside her very bones. She reeled back where she sat, hands tucked against her chest in fear of she didn't know what, and just then one of the hinges on the fallboard snapped, and the heavy wood slammed down.
What an odd experience.
WC: 750
Character Backstory:
Reducio
On November 9th, 2013, Caroline and Oliver Quailey welcomed their first and only daughter into the world. They named her Emma, for no reason other than the fact that it sounded nice, and determined to give her the very best life that they could. They had recently moved to St. Andrews from Edinburgh, Oliver having been accepted as the principal conductor for a local orchestra, and were dead set on ensuring that their daughter would grow up to be as familiar with the Muggle world as she was with the wizarding world. Their logic was two-fold: First, it was simply the case that the Muggle world was a lot larger, and an understanding of it was necessary if a person were to have a balanced education. Second, they were well aware of the claustrophobic, suffocating aspects of the Wizarding World. It was a narrow thing, conservative with its traditions and obsessed with itself. And, while it was not as though Muggle society did not have its own analogous troubles, Caroline had found long ago that there was freedom in its structure.
Emma was raised then as a child of both worlds. This came with its own troubles: why did Dad even need to walk to work when she had seen him aportate (or whatever they called it) in the past? Why did Mum not use her wand to carry her heavy groceries home for her? And, most importantly, why could she not have a pet crup? They're so CUTE!! Add to all this the need for absolute secrecy, and it was a wonder that they managed to prevent the girl from breaking any international statutes.
She eventually understood the situation her family and she were in, and once she did, she stopped giving her parents trouble over it. It bothered her, though, that she was unable to be honest with many of the children around her. How could she make friends with someone whom she was forced to lie to so frequently? Due to this, the friends she did make tended to come from the Wizarding world. There were fewer of these, but not none - her mother, being a pure-blooded witch, had a number of acquaintances with children Emma's age, and beyond that an extended family. Emma always delighted in the chance to spend time with them.
As a consequence, Emma found herself drawn towards the magical world more and more as she aged. She would pester her parents for stories of Hogwarts, dreaming of the day her letter arrived and lying awake at night with anxieties that it might not. Her parents assured her that it would arrive, and they, of course, were right. With it came the opportunity for a new chapter in life, away from home, away from family. Emma loved her parents, and yes, she would miss them dearly, but never once did it occur to her that going to Hogwarts would be anything but excellent. She had, at 11, a determination to be independent that, when coupled with a general ignorance regarding the actual requirements of being independent, bordered on obnoxious. But she was, in other ways, good-natured - happy to learn, happy to get to know others, happy to help, and, but for a small streak of elitism and a habit of taking failure with less grace than might be desired, she was pleasant company and a good friend to have.
Emma was raised then as a child of both worlds. This came with its own troubles: why did Dad even need to walk to work when she had seen him aportate (or whatever they called it) in the past? Why did Mum not use her wand to carry her heavy groceries home for her? And, most importantly, why could she not have a pet crup? They're so CUTE!! Add to all this the need for absolute secrecy, and it was a wonder that they managed to prevent the girl from breaking any international statutes.
She eventually understood the situation her family and she were in, and once she did, she stopped giving her parents trouble over it. It bothered her, though, that she was unable to be honest with many of the children around her. How could she make friends with someone whom she was forced to lie to so frequently? Due to this, the friends she did make tended to come from the Wizarding world. There were fewer of these, but not none - her mother, being a pure-blooded witch, had a number of acquaintances with children Emma's age, and beyond that an extended family. Emma always delighted in the chance to spend time with them.
As a consequence, Emma found herself drawn towards the magical world more and more as she aged. She would pester her parents for stories of Hogwarts, dreaming of the day her letter arrived and lying awake at night with anxieties that it might not. Her parents assured her that it would arrive, and they, of course, were right. With it came the opportunity for a new chapter in life, away from home, away from family. Emma loved her parents, and yes, she would miss them dearly, but never once did it occur to her that going to Hogwarts would be anything but excellent. She had, at 11, a determination to be independent that, when coupled with a general ignorance regarding the actual requirements of being independent, bordered on obnoxious. But she was, in other ways, good-natured - happy to learn, happy to get to know others, happy to help, and, but for a small streak of elitism and a habit of taking failure with less grace than might be desired, she was pleasant company and a good friend to have.
First Instance of Magic:
Reducio
It was on her 9th birthday that she accompanied her mother to a performance of her father's, a conductor for a regional orchestra. There, in that dim, ornate hall, her life changed. The opening piece, taking up the entire first half of the performance, was The Four Seasons. Only later would she discover that this was one of the most well-known works of art in the world - at that moment, she thought she was witnessing a miracle.
There was something about the sound, the way it reverberated, the way it made her feel things with an intensity that she had never felt before, and more then that, the right things, those that she just knew were appropriate, and that she just knew were shared by those surrounding her because they simply must be because listen! Something about it changed her, and though she would not realize it for a year or so longer, it was determined then that she would need to follow in her father's footsteps.
Forty minutes passed, and the piece came to an end. Applause. She applauded too, though the sound was obnoxious, because it was proper. Her father turned to face the crowd and bowed. The lighting, he would later complain, was abysmal, and Emma would have had to agree, because there on the stage she could barely make out that it was him. Her father, who should be able to see her too, and how proud she was of him, who bowed and smiled, waving that wand ("No," her mother would correct her "it was a Baton. We don't use wands around muggles, remember?"), who was shrouded in darkness, likely just as blind to her as she was to him, and that simply was not fair. It was so not fair, in fact, that in the mind of the 9-year-old it was completely unacceptable, and, in a fit of anger, she stood up on her chair and yelled: "DAD!"
Every light in the hall simultaneously turned on with such intensity that the lightbulbs burst. Glass shards rained down from the ceiling, and splotches of color filled her vision in the darkness that followed. Nobody was hurt, thankfully, and the Ministry did its job as well as it always did. No trace of the incident made it more than a couple of days among the muggles before being expunged, covered up, or obliviated away. But her parents knew the truth - Emma had cast her first bit of accidental magic.
There was something about the sound, the way it reverberated, the way it made her feel things with an intensity that she had never felt before, and more then that, the right things, those that she just knew were appropriate, and that she just knew were shared by those surrounding her because they simply must be because listen! Something about it changed her, and though she would not realize it for a year or so longer, it was determined then that she would need to follow in her father's footsteps.
Forty minutes passed, and the piece came to an end. Applause. She applauded too, though the sound was obnoxious, because it was proper. Her father turned to face the crowd and bowed. The lighting, he would later complain, was abysmal, and Emma would have had to agree, because there on the stage she could barely make out that it was him. Her father, who should be able to see her too, and how proud she was of him, who bowed and smiled, waving that wand ("No," her mother would correct her "it was a Baton. We don't use wands around muggles, remember?"), who was shrouded in darkness, likely just as blind to her as she was to him, and that simply was not fair. It was so not fair, in fact, that in the mind of the 9-year-old it was completely unacceptable, and, in a fit of anger, she stood up on her chair and yelled: "DAD!"
Every light in the hall simultaneously turned on with such intensity that the lightbulbs burst. Glass shards rained down from the ceiling, and splotches of color filled her vision in the darkness that followed. Nobody was hurt, thankfully, and the Ministry did its job as well as it always did. No trace of the incident made it more than a couple of days among the muggles before being expunged, covered up, or obliviated away. But her parents knew the truth - Emma had cast her first bit of accidental magic.
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, December 4th
Index Registration
Character name: Wes Morrow
School Year: First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? No
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?p=1430652#p1430652
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 4
Evasion: 4
Strength: 7
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 6
Accuracy: 4
Character Special Race/Talent: Metamorphagus
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year: First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? No
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?p=1430652#p1430652
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 4
Evasion: 4
Strength: 7
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 6
Accuracy: 4
Character Special Race/Talent: Metamorphagus
Reducio
Application for Metamorphagus
Wes Morrow was born into what would seem like an ordinary Muggle family in North London. Looks are not always what they seem, though, and the boy was gifted with the magical gift that had been dormant for some generations on both sides of his family. The dormancy of his legacies stretched across sea and continents, centuries even, and one would have thought that the magic had fully burned out. This was until Wes was born, and it reignited in a spectacular way. Not only was he a wizard like his distant Grandfather Alistair Morrow , but he also received the same gifting as his Great Grandmother, Adelheid Kramer.
On Wes’s father’s side, the magical ancestry goes back much farther in England, but has been completely erased from family history. Born in 1714, in a small village in Yorkshire, Alistair Morrow was a talented wizard who attended Hogwarts between 1725 and 1732. After leaving Hogwarts, Alistair travelled and spent time among the Muggles. Eventually, he fell in love with a Muggle woman and married her, which annoyed his own family greatly and caused a rift that was never fixed. She had already had two children of her own, from a past marriage, but they had a son together. To Alistair’s surprise, the boy never displayed any magical ability. His family knew of his ability, since the secrecy of magic was growing in the country, especially under the Statute of Secrecy. So eventually Alistair stopped speaking of his past, letting that life go, and focused on his family and his new way of life instead. Eventually, he hid his wand in a lockbox, literally burying the past in a corner of his field. Over time, the stories turned into obscure tales that eventually faded beyond memory; all links to the magical world faded for centuries.
Adelheid was born in a small, isolated wizarding village in Germany. While the village produced many magical children, none of them were gifted the unusual ability. The Adelheid was born a Metamorphagus. It was obvious from her birth that her hair changed colors with her mood and eyes as well. While these gifts were extremely rare, they also made her childhood extremely lonely. Her community did not persecute her directly, but they were wary of her. As she grew older, this unease turned into exclusion. She was ignored, found difficulty in finding work, and even romance. Tired of this, she left her magical community and lived among Muggles in her early twenties. She moved to a quiet town and married a trader. They had one daughter together, Helena, and moved to England. Despite Adelheid’s desire to keep her abilities hidden and to be taken to the grave with her, she eventually told her daughter. The reasoning was ironic because Helena’s first husband, who passed not long after they married, was a wizard. So she was pulled back into the wizarding world a bit.
Helena, despite having no magical abilities, did not have a problem with them at all. When she remarried, she had multiple children, one being Katherine, who is Wes’s mother, but none of them exhibited any magical abilities. While being a little disappointed, it did not affect the love for her children, though she decided to leave out of the family history that her own mother had been a witch. So Adeilheid’s wish was that the secret remain buried with her. Her wish remained fulfilled until shortly after Wes was born.
When he was born, the day felt a little different. His mother, Katherine, would recall that his hair never seemed to look the same color. Sometimes a dirty blonde, others a deep gold, and even a copperish red when he would cry. Some of the nurses even commented on how expressive he was, but they all brushed it off as tricks of the light. A few months passed, and Helena visited her newest Grandchild. She immediately noticed the things Andrew (Wes’ father) and Katherine had mentioned about the boy, and she knew the truth. Her Grandson was a wizard and also a Metamorphagus. While she did not know too much about the abilities of wizards and the rare gift, she knew enough from her mother and what her late husband had told her that she needed to contact the Ministry of Magic.
It was a difficult conversation with his parents, Helena dropping a bombshell on them like that. Andrew refused it as utter nonsense, but Katherine had sensed a “spark” – as she called it in her son. Eventually, Andrew relented, and Helena contacted the Ministry of Magic’s Muggle Liaison Office. A representative arrived a few days later to assess the boy and immediately noticed the signs. They confirmed what his grandmother already knew, that Wes was a Metamorphagus, and explained that their son had an extremely rare magical gift that would continue to shift based on his emotions until he learned to control it. The family was assured that his safety was a priority for the Ministry, giving them his contact information and explaining that he would be entered into the books to go to Hogwarts when he was of age.
The next years were not the easiest, but Wes’ parents worked it out. His older sisters were not bothered by it, though they only knew their little brother was different and were told not to talk about it much to people. Thankfully, they listened. Katherine and Andrew decided it was best to homeschool their youngest child. This made it easier, but there were times when the Muggle Liaison Office had to do some memory modifications, incidents at the park, and one specific incident in footy that caused Wes’ parents to reassess if he should be playing sports. He was so mad when a boy shoved him that one of his eyebrows disappeared from his face. Then there was this time his left ear turned scarlet red when he was embarrassed. As he aged, it did get better, though; there were fewer outbursts, and his hair tended to be a lighter blonde shade when he was in a good mood. His mom thought that wearing a cap at times would really help him, and it did. While Wes was told that he had “giftings”, his parents thought it best not to tell him all about his wizarding powers. His childhood, up until receiving his official Hogwarts letter, was relatively normal. He ended up being a quieter child, one who played well with other kids and goofed around, though the emotional changes that caused him to morph were still a regular occurrence, but thankfully were limited at times.
Application for Metamorphagus
Wes Morrow was born into what would seem like an ordinary Muggle family in North London. Looks are not always what they seem, though, and the boy was gifted with the magical gift that had been dormant for some generations on both sides of his family. The dormancy of his legacies stretched across sea and continents, centuries even, and one would have thought that the magic had fully burned out. This was until Wes was born, and it reignited in a spectacular way. Not only was he a wizard like his distant Grandfather Alistair Morrow , but he also received the same gifting as his Great Grandmother, Adelheid Kramer.
On Wes’s father’s side, the magical ancestry goes back much farther in England, but has been completely erased from family history. Born in 1714, in a small village in Yorkshire, Alistair Morrow was a talented wizard who attended Hogwarts between 1725 and 1732. After leaving Hogwarts, Alistair travelled and spent time among the Muggles. Eventually, he fell in love with a Muggle woman and married her, which annoyed his own family greatly and caused a rift that was never fixed. She had already had two children of her own, from a past marriage, but they had a son together. To Alistair’s surprise, the boy never displayed any magical ability. His family knew of his ability, since the secrecy of magic was growing in the country, especially under the Statute of Secrecy. So eventually Alistair stopped speaking of his past, letting that life go, and focused on his family and his new way of life instead. Eventually, he hid his wand in a lockbox, literally burying the past in a corner of his field. Over time, the stories turned into obscure tales that eventually faded beyond memory; all links to the magical world faded for centuries.
Adelheid was born in a small, isolated wizarding village in Germany. While the village produced many magical children, none of them were gifted the unusual ability. The Adelheid was born a Metamorphagus. It was obvious from her birth that her hair changed colors with her mood and eyes as well. While these gifts were extremely rare, they also made her childhood extremely lonely. Her community did not persecute her directly, but they were wary of her. As she grew older, this unease turned into exclusion. She was ignored, found difficulty in finding work, and even romance. Tired of this, she left her magical community and lived among Muggles in her early twenties. She moved to a quiet town and married a trader. They had one daughter together, Helena, and moved to England. Despite Adelheid’s desire to keep her abilities hidden and to be taken to the grave with her, she eventually told her daughter. The reasoning was ironic because Helena’s first husband, who passed not long after they married, was a wizard. So she was pulled back into the wizarding world a bit.
Helena, despite having no magical abilities, did not have a problem with them at all. When she remarried, she had multiple children, one being Katherine, who is Wes’s mother, but none of them exhibited any magical abilities. While being a little disappointed, it did not affect the love for her children, though she decided to leave out of the family history that her own mother had been a witch. So Adeilheid’s wish was that the secret remain buried with her. Her wish remained fulfilled until shortly after Wes was born.
When he was born, the day felt a little different. His mother, Katherine, would recall that his hair never seemed to look the same color. Sometimes a dirty blonde, others a deep gold, and even a copperish red when he would cry. Some of the nurses even commented on how expressive he was, but they all brushed it off as tricks of the light. A few months passed, and Helena visited her newest Grandchild. She immediately noticed the things Andrew (Wes’ father) and Katherine had mentioned about the boy, and she knew the truth. Her Grandson was a wizard and also a Metamorphagus. While she did not know too much about the abilities of wizards and the rare gift, she knew enough from her mother and what her late husband had told her that she needed to contact the Ministry of Magic.
It was a difficult conversation with his parents, Helena dropping a bombshell on them like that. Andrew refused it as utter nonsense, but Katherine had sensed a “spark” – as she called it in her son. Eventually, Andrew relented, and Helena contacted the Ministry of Magic’s Muggle Liaison Office. A representative arrived a few days later to assess the boy and immediately noticed the signs. They confirmed what his grandmother already knew, that Wes was a Metamorphagus, and explained that their son had an extremely rare magical gift that would continue to shift based on his emotions until he learned to control it. The family was assured that his safety was a priority for the Ministry, giving them his contact information and explaining that he would be entered into the books to go to Hogwarts when he was of age.
The next years were not the easiest, but Wes’ parents worked it out. His older sisters were not bothered by it, though they only knew their little brother was different and were told not to talk about it much to people. Thankfully, they listened. Katherine and Andrew decided it was best to homeschool their youngest child. This made it easier, but there were times when the Muggle Liaison Office had to do some memory modifications, incidents at the park, and one specific incident in footy that caused Wes’ parents to reassess if he should be playing sports. He was so mad when a boy shoved him that one of his eyebrows disappeared from his face. Then there was this time his left ear turned scarlet red when he was embarrassed. As he aged, it did get better, though; there were fewer outbursts, and his hair tended to be a lighter blonde shade when he was in a good mood. His mom thought that wearing a cap at times would really help him, and it did. While Wes was told that he had “giftings”, his parents thought it best not to tell him all about his wizarding powers. His childhood, up until receiving his official Hogwarts letter, was relatively normal. He ended up being a quieter child, one who played well with other kids and goofed around, though the emotional changes that caused him to morph were still a regular occurrence, but thankfully were limited at times.
Character Backstory:
Reducio
Growing up in North London, Wes had a life like most other boys his age. His parents are muggles, his sisters are muggles, but unlike everyone else, he had a rare gift. When he was a baby, his Grandmother Helena, who was a Squib, noticed he was a Metamorphagus and reported it to the Ministry of Magic. His parents, surprised when they were informed of the Magical World, were assured that his safety was important to them and that Wes would go to Hogwarts when he was of age.
He is the youngest of four children and the only boy that his mother and father, Andrew and Katherine, had. They were a tight family, his mother being a stay-at-home parent while the father was a Cardiologist. Andrew was English, and Katherine was half-German, but had been born in England. His oldest sister, Mary, was five years older than he, while his twin sisters Lara and Mara were just two years his senior. They were great to him, though, despite the fact that his sisters teased him; it was all in good fun. They also loved to get a rile out of him, knowing how his emotions would make him do crazy things. The girls were told a little about Wes' predicament, but not too much. It did not bother him too much. He had friends, too, and played sports, though it was difficult at times due to his being a Metamorphagus and he was homeschooled because of it. The Muggle Liaison Office still had to step in and do Memory Modification a time or two.
However, as he grew older, Wes was able to control his emotions a little better. As well as a child could. His mom also thought it was a good idea to have him wear a cap to hide his hair, which tended to be the part of him that also changed when he was having an emotional 'outburst'. His best friend, Arthur (Artie), was one of the coolest kids around. An exceptionally gifted kid who recently trialed with some professional club academies for their youth programs. Wes’ life was normal, as normal as it could be at least, and he was happy and content in North London.
Eventually, he did receive his Hogwarts letter. His parents were relieved that it was time, as it had been difficult being a Muggle and raising a magical child whose emotions literally made him change. It is not that they were not sad, though; they knew Wes would be going off to a boarding school. When they told him the whole story, about who he was and his magical abilities, they made sure his Grandmother Helena was there to help explain it in more detail. His "normal life" as a Muggle child was officially over.
He is the youngest of four children and the only boy that his mother and father, Andrew and Katherine, had. They were a tight family, his mother being a stay-at-home parent while the father was a Cardiologist. Andrew was English, and Katherine was half-German, but had been born in England. His oldest sister, Mary, was five years older than he, while his twin sisters Lara and Mara were just two years his senior. They were great to him, though, despite the fact that his sisters teased him; it was all in good fun. They also loved to get a rile out of him, knowing how his emotions would make him do crazy things. The girls were told a little about Wes' predicament, but not too much. It did not bother him too much. He had friends, too, and played sports, though it was difficult at times due to his being a Metamorphagus and he was homeschooled because of it. The Muggle Liaison Office still had to step in and do Memory Modification a time or two.
However, as he grew older, Wes was able to control his emotions a little better. As well as a child could. His mom also thought it was a good idea to have him wear a cap to hide his hair, which tended to be the part of him that also changed when he was having an emotional 'outburst'. His best friend, Arthur (Artie), was one of the coolest kids around. An exceptionally gifted kid who recently trialed with some professional club academies for their youth programs. Wes’ life was normal, as normal as it could be at least, and he was happy and content in North London.
Eventually, he did receive his Hogwarts letter. His parents were relieved that it was time, as it had been difficult being a Muggle and raising a magical child whose emotions literally made him change. It is not that they were not sad, though; they knew Wes would be going off to a boarding school. When they told him the whole story, about who he was and his magical abilities, they made sure his Grandmother Helena was there to help explain it in more detail. His "normal life" as a Muggle child was officially over.
First Instance of Magic:
Reducio
One day, when he was 8, he and his sister Mara were playing at a local park down from their house. It was a cold day. A bully, whom they’d never met before, pushed Mara out of the way with a swing. This caused Wes to step up and defend his sister, despite the boy being larger than him. The boy laughed and snatched off one of Wes’ mittens. Wes only stared him down, but the boy pushed him and then turned away from them both and went on his merry way. Wes’ face was blood red, he even started after, and he’d wanted to punch the boy. However, he stopped at his sister’s laugh, confused, he looked where she was pointing and noticed the mitten on his left hand had grown about 3 times its size. Once he saw it, the mitten returned to its normal size, and when he looked around at everyone, it looked to be that only he and his sister had seen the glove grow. The two were surprised and laughed all the way home. When they told the rest of their family, his parents were not surprised because they had been told a day would come when he would exhibit magical talent beyond his uncontrolled metamorphagi abilities.
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, December 4th
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Character name Maira Anderson
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Character Statistics
stamina ◦ 6 | evasion ◦ 4 | strength ◦ 3 | wisdom ◦ 9 | arcane power ◦ 5 | accuracy ◦ 8
Character Special Race/Talent NoneWC: 636 Character BackstoryReducioMaira has a Scottish half-blood wizard father named Joseph and a Spanish half-blood witch mother named Isabella. Her parents met when they were both on a holiday and research trip in Rome, Italy. Joseph may have been on the holiday simply because he needed a nice trip and wanted to learn a few things about wizarding artifacts in one of the oldest cities in the world, but Isabella was there as a researcher looking into her next big discovery for a wizarding paper of note in Europe. Over stories of the ancient city they connected - mostly because Joseph thought this brilliant woman was the most fascinating person he’d ever met - and stayed in touch after the trip. A true relationship developed from there.
xxx|xxUpon visiting Edinburgh for the first time, Joseph’s hometown, Isabella knew for certain that she would leave behind her small town in southern Spain. The city felt more magical than anything she’d experienced before. Her parents understood that she wanted to feel closer to her magical heritage from her mother’s side of the family and would have more opportunities from Scotland than their own region. Especially since Hogwarts was there and this provided Isabella with a larger library if she could gain access to it for research purposes occasionally.
xxx|xxAfter two and a half years of living in Edinburgh, Isabella got pregnant with Maira. The girl was born in June on the 22nd of 2014, very healthy and with a good pair of lungs. For the first few years, she was the apple of her parent’s eye and as their still only daughter, she remains one of their best creations. Though she does have to share that position with her younger brother, Dougal, named after her grandfather on her father’s side. Dougal is 3 years younger than Maira.
The little girl was a very friendly person, with a fascination for history and how the world works. She very much takes after her mother, always wanting to read when a book is around, but also wanting to talk to anyone who might know more. Her father’s kindness is also very much present in her character. She has dark hair, and likes to keep it long enough to be able to put it away in a bun but not so long that it becomes a chore. Her nickname is “May”, as she is called by her grandparents and her parents whenever they need a shortened version.
xxx|xxFor the first ten years, she went to a regular school and made a bunch of friends. However, due to her mother in particular having a bit of a fascination with anything magical - her friends were always slightly scared of her mum (even though Isabella always did try to bribe them with homemade cookies and never actually showed any appearance of magic in their vicinity). Maira didn’t have a problem with her friends’ small fears of the weird ingredients to be found in her home, as she was very fond of discovering what other people’s neighborhoods looked like and preferred spending time near Edinburgh’s city centre anyway when she was slightly older (8 years+).
xxx|xxDuring the holidays Maira and her family would often visit Spain, to see her grandparents and family on that side of the family. They lived in a coastal town in the south, and so she would spend many a day on the beaches or the water of the Mediterranean sea. At nights, even though the town itself didn’t have a lot of magic, she felt as if she was in a magical world. Everyone would be out on the streets, neighbors would walk in and out of their home with food. And all the kids were available to play along, even if her Spanish was slightly less easy to understand due to the Scottish accent.WC: 95 First Instance of MagicReducioJoseph’s father, a wizard, was delighted when very early on - around the age of 3 - Maira showed her first signs of magical abilities when her favourite teddy bear nearly fell of a ledge and Maira managed to catch it before it hit the floor, even though she was too far away to reach the bear in time without using magic. Clearly, the little girl did not realise that the bear would leave the scene unscathed and at the time she did not understand fully just why her grandfather was so excited for her accidental save.
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, December 4th
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