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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Part-Veela
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Eleanor was part of a pure line of Veelas, each more prideful than the last. They all had pale, delicate skin and blond hair that glimmered, each strand perfect. But their eyes remained rigid - beautiful, yes, but a piercing stare was locked into them. They weren't the kind of people you would want to cross.

Eleanor inherited all the traits from her ancestors, each feature picture perfect. But her eyes, instead of blue like the rest of her family, were brown. Brown seemed like such a drab color, boring, dull. But her eyes were unique, as if brown bent its own rules to produce the loveliest shade of it. It made her well liked within the family, making her name glorified. She grew up as a high maintenance girl, with an obnoxious temper, but, beautiful eyes.

She later on married Frederick, a Vodyanoy. Eleanor and Frederick later gave birth to three girls, Charlotte, Juliette, and Eiffel. Charlotte grew up tall and had a perfectly structured face with thin lips. She had many talents and proved to be the best at whatever she attempted. Eiffel was two-faced, eyes changing from innocent to fierce in a single moment, trapping her intended victim. She was cunning, and incredibly alluring, using her looks to deceive others. Wherever she went, eyes remained locked on her.

That remained Juliette. She was born pretty, with a thin nose and wide blue eyes. She grew up with neat blond hair and a pointed chin. She looked nice but plain, regular. Her parents and sisters made that point many times, making her the outcast of the family. Every night she would look at herself in the mirror. She would close her eyes and pray for a new face, a better one, with long lashes, thin lips, and a structured nose. But she would open her eyes to see no change.

But, she was wrong there. There was a change, but it wasn't visible. Yet. Over time, as she progressed through her teenage years, her appearance began to improve. When she looked in the mirror, she saw the girl she had always dreamt of looking like. Her looks caught many men’s eyes suddenly, and she never went back to being ignored.

At first, she ignored it all, after noting how naive they all were, once paying her no attention, but when her looks improved, they were tripping each other's feet to get even just a glance at her. Over time she grew accustomed to their adoring stares, and she began to not mind them, beginning to feel normal. Her family members acted differently too, but not in the way she had hoped. Whenever she entered the room, they became quieter, and instead of her sisters taunting her, she was mainly ignored. Her parents, however, became much kinder.

Later on, she began to search for someone to wed. When word got out she was looking for a significant other, many men began to try and get involved with her life, making exaggerated attempts at winning her heart. Later on, when Juliette was having trouble deciding, she enlisted her parents to help, who merrily agreed, and advised her to marry a man with pure Veela ancestry.

It took a while, not for finding a suitor, but more for getting to know them. She learnt how to detect men’s emotions and spin them to her advantage along the way, and it wasn't too long until she found out their intentions for marrying. There were various reasons, for money, for stability, for the girl’s looks. But, she rarely found any men who’s answer was love. Most of them she didn't love back, she even dated multiple men at a time just to speed up the process.

There was a man who stood out, though. His name was Chris Glendale, and, he was the first person who she seriously considered marrying. The man was charming, with looks that made her fall for him hard. He had a great personality too, breaking out a smile every so often. After a while, they got married and had a happy relationship. But, after a while it started to go downhill. They didn't interact nearly as much as they used to. They got into arguments, and it ended with them splitting up. She made a promise to never wed again.

But, her promise eventually broke. A year or two later, she found out her parents were sick, and their condition was worsening. She went to their home, which was located in the heart of a forest, but stretched out fairly long. One morning she went for a stroll in the forest, and met a man named Tristan Havenmore. They fell in love and he proposed, Juliette was hesitant to marry someone who wasn’t a Vodyanoy, but, she accepted, and they got married.

Juliette’s family wasn't supportive of her decision. The Veela line was sullied thanks to her. They cut off all ties with them, leaving the couple in the dark. But, they forged a new path, and a glorious one it was. They lived in a large Manor, and had jobs of their heart’s desire.

They also gave birth to a girl. It wasn’t too hard to detect that she was a Veela. Each strand of her hair lit with passion, and gracefully swished alongside her. Her eyes were filled with potential, and she used them as a tool to persuade. It was a brilliant blue hue and a source for sensing her emotions. Her face was delicate, but often look sharp, accompanied with a piercing stare. Her name was Lilliana Havenmore.

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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
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André came from two very pretty parents, his mother Had black hair with blue eyes. His father also with black hair having brown eyes instead. His father was struck down by just how pretty His mom was.

When André was born his Grandfather Vlad told Andros (his father) That André would no doubt get all the ladies. With how beautiful of a baby he was. His point was only further proven as he got older. His mother would always bring her kids to meet more people around there age just because the kids were two years apart in age.
On one of these trips where André was hanging out with someone in his age group, he was 7 this time. His mother and her friend were talking the girl who was also 7 told André that he was pretty.

At this point in his life he still thought girls his age had cooties. André ran to his mom and hid behind her legs, he told her that the girl had called him pretty. He got angry when his mom and her friend laughed at him. Why were they laughing? He thought.
"Its not funny!! Mom!! Tell her!!!" he whined out. Through her laughter she told him "Sweetie you are pretty, you get your looks form me and you dad, girls will like you. You just have to accept that, most people love to be pretty. You will probably appreciate your looks when your older, believe me." André shook his head at his mothers 'lies'.

For a month after that André would not leave the house without a mask and sunglasses on. His father call him a Celebrity hiding from the press. Now that he's older his looks have only improved, He still have yet to see the good side of them. As people keep staring at him when he walks around the halls. He hates it.

Whenever he finds someone staring at him for a long period of time he would glare at them and tell them to mind their own business. André will eventually learn to Appreciate his good looks, and use them to his advantage in multiple aspects of his life. Such as when he gets on the dueling team, and when he finds someone he likes. But for now! André, he does hate his looks. As well as all of the Attention that it brings to him.

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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Calming Prescence
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Aisley had always somehow seemed like the best person to help calm you down, being able to calm down the people fighting at school, and sibling disputes. Even when her parents argue, she can manage to somehow calm them down. Despite her stressful childhood, switching around homes every two weeks, she always helped put others around her at ease. She didn't know if it was her personality, her caring nature, or the acts of innocence she put on to get what she wanted. She remembered that after her dad taught her to play one of her brother, James, favorite songs on the guitar, he immediately asked for her to play it whenever he got freaked out by something. She remembered the day it became his favorite thing to just be in her presence, listening to his older sister play a song.

It was a rainy Tuesday night, and Aisley's parents were once again, arguing to get their shared custody of the kids updated once again. The two grown adults screaming at each other had become too much for young 7-year-old James to bear, having woken up from his sleep. The young boy anxiously made his way to Aisley's room, just across the hall from his, pushing the 9-year-old Aisley's door open. Out of the corner of her eye, Aisley saw James walk into her room, clutching an elephant stuffed animal in his hands.

"What's up bud?" Aisley sighed, knowing what the answer would be.

"Mama and Dad are yelling again," He said, looking up at Aisley with teary eyes, "I'm scared."

Aisley stood up, kneeling to her little brother's height, bringing him into a hug. "Do you want me to play a song?" she whispered. Feeling James nod his head slowly, Aisley went to go grab her guitar.

She sat down on her bed, patting the space beside her as a motion for James to sit down. Aisley quickly tuned the guitar before playing the opening chords to Count On Me by Bruno Mars. It seemed like a silly song to play at the time, but looking back on it, the song perfectly represented the sibling bond. To this day, she's heard from her dad that James plays a recording of her singing or playing the guitar for whenever he's stressed or anxious.

As Aisley played the song, she started to whisper the lyrics to her brother, watching as he began to relax. By the time she was done with the song, James was sound asleep. Deciding that he could have her bed for the night, Aisley made sure to tuck her younger brother into her covers and let him rest. She then left the room, deciding to go and try to calm down her raging parents.

Slowly making her way downstairs, she saw her parents continuing to scream.

"Mum, Dad?" She whispered, gaining the attention of both adults in the room, ceasing the yelling and somehow bringing a calm atmosphere to the room.

"What's wrong Ais?" Her father asked.

"Can you two please stop yelling? James is struggling to sleep and I wanna go watch a film with you guys." She said in a soft voice.

Her mother sighed, an apologetic look on her face "I'm sorry Ais, your father and I are just trying to resolve an issue, but I think that the rest of this can wait until a different time."

"Yeah, how 'bout we go watch your favorite Disney film." Her father smiled at her, ruffling her hair as he walked over to the couch, and grabbed the remote.

Aisley cheered in delight, rushing over to the couch, sitting beside her dad, and her mother sitting down beside her.

To this day, she didn't know how she did it, bringing a calm atmosphere to a tense one, easily calming down an almost sobbing child, and completely resolving an argument between her parents with barely any effort. She just assumed that her messy family wanted to watch that Disney film with their daughter. Now looking back, she sees that she apparently just has a calming presence.

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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist II and Nonverbal Magic
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Perfectionist II

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Throughout all of her Hogwarts schooling so far, Ruby would accept nothing less than perfection with her schoolwork. Straight Os, focusing in class, and studying intensely led her to a deep understanding of the material. In classes where she learned spells, she would spend hours alone, practicing each spell over and over again until she had got it down completely, with her chance of failure minimized as much as possible.

After her time on the duelling team, this only increased. While she had won every duel she participated in, the thought of letting her team down was unacceptable and she continued to invest significant time into perfecting her spells and skills. With time, she noticed that spells backfired less on her when they failed, and that her hard work was paying off.

But she couldn’t stop there. She knew that if she stopped practicing, she would likely lose her touch, and her skills with a wand would weaken. So she kept with it, studying new spells intensely and reviewing ones she had learned in previous years. Anything less than perfection was not an option. She listened carefully in class, did extra reading to make sure she understood every concept and the history behind the things she was learning. She wanted to excel, to go beyond what was simply expected of her. And she did.

When she struggled to find more to do to advance her skills with understanding and practicing spells, she turned to her organization. She was meticulous to begin with, but she started organizing whatever she could in an attempt to gain any further advantage. After all, when one thinks of a perfectionist, they don’t think of someone who doesn’t have their affairs in order and who can’t keep themselves organized. A tidy space and mind was a step towards perfection in other aspects of her life, and that was all that counted.

What’s more, chasing perfection, especially regarding school, gave Ruby some of the control that she lacked in her life. When the spiders attacked the Slytherin common room, Ruby was left damaged in a way that magic couldn’t fix. It left her with the feeling of failure – an utter lack of control. She had been helpless to defend herself, her friends, or the housemates who trusted her as a prefect. She swore she would never feel that way again – never so helpless or unable to control what was happening to her. The event would drive increased perfectionism for years.

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Nonverbal Magic

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Ruby’s next pursuit over her fourth and fifth year was nonverbal magic. This was an undeniably advanced form of magic, but she knew that she could do whatever she put her mind to. She was highly ambitious – after all, she was a Slytherin – and this drove her to constantly be striving for something more than her peers or what was taught in classes. This began from her first year, this drive leading her to be a perfectionist and seek to excel in everything she did. By her third year, she was learning how to spread her spells such that she could impact two targets at once. She spent her fourth year training her magic or with her head in her books to learn the concepts behind it, becoming even more obsessed with chasing perfection.

But there was something else she was learning the concepts of, too. She had decided that her next target was nonverbal magic, something that she was determined to learn regardless of how long it took. It took a while for her to transition from the concepts of it into actually doing it – there was many an instance where she was grateful she was practicing alone, avoiding the embarrassment of having someone see her intently, silently wave her wand only for nothing to happen. However, she stuck with it, allocating time for it every day regardless of success. One day, when she was particularly focused and had strong intentions, she made the wand motion and pictured the results of the spell and to her surprise, it finally succeeded. Joy overcame her and there was nothing better for further motivation than the thrill of accomplishment. She continued practicing every day, spending more and more time on it until her skills began to level off, indicating that she had likely gone as far as she could go for now.

Nevertheless, she was hugely satisfied with this new development and excited to see what more she could do with it. She could just think something and make it happen. While she still had to do the motion with her wand, she didn’t even have to speak in order to cast spells – this could be unbelievably useful. It could give her an advantage in that (unless someone watched her hand movements) people wouldn’t be alerted to what she was casting. It was stealthy in that regard – plus, no more verbally disturbing dormmates if she needed to cast a spell during the night. Besides that, it meant that if her mouth was ever covered or if she was unable to properly speak for some reason in a duel, such as being hit with a Tongue-Tying Curse, she still wouldn’t be defeated and could continue defending herself. Hard work truly did pay off.

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STATUS: Approved, Opeila 15/01
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