STATUS: Approved, Anthonie, 11/12/25

STATUS: Pending, Anthonie, 11/12/25
1. Your backstory does not reach 220 words.
2. George’s mother, being a Muggle, will not know of the magical world.
3. Please create a separate trunk post.

Follow-up Lear (Jan 4)
This is a follow-up to please complete the requested edits by Jan 11, oherwise this application will be closed and you will have to make a new application.

STATUS: Closed, Fire Davies, January 13th

Character name:
Helen Aletheia Doukas
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School Year or Adult Level:
After indexing, adult level I (however, the I was already added during validations accidentally!)
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Does any Profile Card info need changing?
Blood status should be changed to half-breed
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Link to the character page:
❀ 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝕬𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖆 𝕯𝖔𝖚𝖐𝖆𝖘 ❀
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Character Statistics:
[ sta. 11 ] [ eva. 12 ] [ acc. 12 ] [ str. 02 ] [ wis. 20 ] [ arc. 08 ] Total: 65
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Character Special Race/Talent: Part-veela (¾ veela) 1328/500 words

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Fireworks exploded at the arrival of Helen Aletheia Doukas during the first hour of 1999. A child was born, both human and siren blood running in her veins. The newborn did not know her fate, not just yet. Her mother and father did not yet know what cruelty they were capable of either. For now, Helen remained safe, loved, and a mystery. Born in Greece, the land of mythology and the roots of many veela families, Helen was raised with the morals of the Greek Myths laced into her upbringing and the importance and dignity that her veela lineage gave her. She was to treat it as such. As the daughter of a full veela — her mother — and having a part-veela (½) for a father, Helen herself had ¾ veela blood in her veins and she inherited many of their veela traits. She had seen her mother become a feral bird-like creature, subjectively her purest essence. As for her father, he was no more modern in his ways than she was- the percentage of veela blood in his family tree did not change that. And so, Helen was raised as such, and at that age, as strong minded as she may have been, every influence she had told her that being a veela was her path toward success. How so, she never questioned.

The fireworks on New Year's Day had been for her.

Helen had been raised with the strong belief of veelas being superior to mere mortals engraved in her mind. Her elders had made sure of that, and they prevented any outside influences to teach her differently. Living in Greece on the Doukas estate from the very beginning, during the first years of her life she was taught the basic knowledge that a child of her age was should've had. However, she wasn't merely taught how to do math. Everything she learned was embedded in the context of Greek Mythology and its importance, and the higher rank that she allegedly had due to her blood status — not pureblood vs muggleborn but rather veela vs human mortal — and money. Lineage was power, they said, and expressed it by telling her tales of Helen of Troy, Heracles, Hephaestus...

The Doukas families, and most other families of that region, had no connection to magic. They were muggles, as one could choose to call them, and had no idea that the Wizarding World existed. Any trace of magic was nothing but impurity of the essence of one's soul if one asked them, a disgrace to the family legacy. Precisely the same as the difference in status between squibs and purebloods, but exactly the other way around. They did not believe in the art of witchcraft, why would they? There was no reason for them to, and therefore, when Helen showed her first signs of magic, their vulture-like eyes saw and narrowed immediately. There was nothing to be done, their daughter couldn't possibly remain part of their family if she was an impure mistake. Off they sent her, with a nannie to take care of her, to grow up away from their estate in Greece. As of now, she was nothing more than a faulty machine, irreparable and undesirable.

As she grew older, her first signs of her veela nature started showing. Her unnatural beauty seemed to increase the more she aged, but she always had a natural young grace about her, the same sort of vibe that comes across when an adult says they're about ten years younger than the age you would've guessed they were, in a good way. It took a while for Helen to become fully aware of the difference in heritage between her and her peers. At times, she managed to consciously harness those traits, charismatically catching people off guard when asking them for little things such as a piece of their candy. Her looks were her success, at the time. She didn't see this as wrong, it was merely something she could do, so why not do it? Taking advantage of her own prowess was not necessarily a bad thing, she reasoned.

Her peers thought it differently, however. They noticed that strange charm that she brought along with her, and it gave them a chill in their bones; they did not fully understand where she came from and why she was so undeniably pretty, but although they stared at her in awe, the idea of her receiving anything she wanted scared them, whether they were conscious of those fears or not. Then, eleven years and eleven fireworks in her name later, a letter came. It bore the Hogwarts crest on the wax sealing, and before she knew it, the part-veela had packed her bags, boarded the scarlet steam engine at King's Cross and arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The feeling of unease amongst her peers remained, along with the fascination of her blood status. "A veela? Oh, wow! Just... don't try and control me with your weird powers or whatever, okay?", was something along the lines of what Helen heard quite often. It didn't exactly bother her, but it made her frown. Her personality at the time was also too vain for her own good. All in all, although her veela traits increased, from being very persuasive to obtaining a veela's well-known scream to becoming more charming than ever... her friendships did not last.

Another factor had come into play as well.
Her parents had chosen a more destructive role in her life than they already had, and then her heart split in two [ read backstory for more elaboration! ]. What could be worse? It got worse, though. From her fourth year, Helen was transferred to Durmstrang, a school known for the dark arts that it taught. She knew no one. No friends, nobody to give her a shoulder to lean on during the difficulties that she needed to endure. That made her more temperamental (reference to the 7th year ability), but more independent as well. No more people who stared at her, because she did not tell them who she was, but no more people to judge her either. Helen learned to take care of herself without fake friendships to mislead her. Finally, she could breathe, as she graduated and took a step away from her teenage drama. And that was how her veela side shaped her, brought her down and picked her back up, over and over again.

Helen's appearance had always been important to her, from the very beginning. She didn't use make up often, as she believed in her purest (or impurest) essence not being covered up. She was enough already. Those morals stayed with her throughout her whole life, which also ensured that she never gave up her importance for how she looked and presented herself to others, but the amount of that importance did diminish. For after all, it is one's actions that count. And speaking of actions, although Helen's abilities gave her a few advantages and disadvantages, which she used and stumbled upon during her schooling, sometimes not so much for her own good, even that tipped on Themis' scale, just like her self-consciousness did.

The siren had oh so many stories to tell. These stories all remained bottled inside her, though, and never actually came to the light. And so Helen decided to take the initiative to write them down, and teach herself to do so from a narrator perspective. No opinions, just facts, the opinions forming themselves as the ink clotted the parchment. Just as she was beginning to do so, the position of librarian at Hogwarts opened up. At first, Helen was hesitant. Would returning to those walls bring back rumors from the past? Her status there was very different from that in her previous home from so long ago, in Greece. But maybe she didn't want that status.

Now, Helen Aletheia Doukas only wanted the truth.

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Character Backstory: 1328/220 words

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Once upon a time, a siren rose from the abyss of the Greek sea. She masked herself as a human girl, raised by hybrids of siren and man, and learned to live as such. Deep down, though, Helen Aletheia Doukas knew she was different. She did not accept her human-like mould, but didn’t know better either. Her blood may have been that of a part-veela, but she was a siren at heart- always craving and never satisfied.

Helen’s elders taught her the Greek myths, the only good thing about them. She knew she was more special, you see. After her first instance of magic, Helen was left in England with a “nannie” to raise her, as she was thought to be impure. Although that was nonsense, it shaped her in a way no one had predicted. Her craving to be wanted became stronger, and theories formed in her mind to quell the pain, voices telling her that she was better than any of them, that they simply didn’t understand beauty, that she was not only impure but of a much better race. The tales from Greek mythology had remained stuck in her head, and she thought that if she could be like the heroes in the myths that they told, if she could be like each character, they would give her rights back again. That was the beginning of her reckless streak for justice.

Over time though, Helen realized that they would never learn, that she could not persuade them to believe something that they weren’t worth believing. And so she thought that if she could make everyone else adore her, love her, be jealous of her and be her friend, her family wouldn’t matter. Either way, she was the prettiest in the land. It would be easy, no?

The more she grew older, the more obsessive Helen became- because she didn’t always get what she wanted, and didn’t understand why. Her “nannie” did not want her, and when she went to Hogwarts in 2008, she never saw her again. Her elders chose to take her in again, believing that they could use the magic she was learning along with the rumors they heard about her persona. They masked it as saying that they decided that they were wrong about her and were "very sorry". In reality, she was actually meant to be used as a tool, a weapon, nothing more. The magic in her blood could be useful, they reasoned, as she could use it against their rival family. As the Doukas family was well-known, they had enemies, and why not let their impure descendant do the dirty work? After all, their ill-intentions could be masked with their pretty smiles and veela appearance.

They resorted to taking Helen in for the following two summers as well. Her parents then sent her to Durmstrang Institute after her third year at Hogwarts had ended, taking her in during each summer for the rest of her schooling. Meanwhile, the residents of the Doukas estate effortlessly tried to brainwash Helen. Their reputation was on tier number one, but with their rivals in the game, the 1^st place would always be shared. Therefore, they told her countless stories of the “other” side, the evil that was spreading in the world and that she had the potential of being the one to drive it all away, like the Greek heroes she looked up to. Behind the scenes, their intentions were far less innocent than those pretty words made them seem. What they didn’t know, though, is that the following year Helen met the part-veela son of that family. They spent time together without their families realizing it, and fell in love during the summer of 2013 at the age of 16.

After Helen went back to Durmstrang, the two did write to each other. They weren’t technically boyfriend-girlfriend or anything, but they both liked the other, and being both veelas they understood each other’s veela-esque quirks.

Helen remained a weapon. But now, she had become her own weapon, and would not be used against those she loved, but those who had not valued her and had tried to manipulate her. The part-veela had grown, and her mind had grown out of the silly lies that she was told by her elders. Small acts, big consequences. None devastating, but each ruining her bloodline’s reputation and power one by one, until they were mere mortals stripped of their masks, revealing the evil, twisted figures that lay underneath.

But that Romeo and Juliet like tale didn’t end like it could’ve. No happy ending, for Helen’s Romeo, or in this case maybe more of a Paris (ref for those who understand - from the Greek myth of Helen and Paris), broke away from her after almost a year.

First came the tears, the broken heart, the rage. Those were her siren instincts, and those of not receiving what she thought she deserved. The fear of not being enough for the one person who had really valued her. Because when one knows what love and adoration really feels like, they cannot let it go. Nobody can, not at the very beginning. Not if they were as invested in it as Helen was.

But then, slowly but surely, understanding dawned upon her. She read books, she watched documentaries and movies, and it gave her a different perspective. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out. And maybe, maybe she needed to change. Maybe she didn’t need love. Maybe it was okay to not be loved. To be independent and not dependent on how much people like you, on fragile friendships. Cherishing it while it lasts, but not being desperate of having it. After graduating from Durmstrang Institute, Helen rented an apartment for a year in Finland's capital, Helsinki, and learned to take care of herself and slowly breathe again, step by step. During her time there, Helen had been on her own and took care of herself just fine without others to rely on. And that was when she realized, she lived just fine on her own.

And maybe, maybe being kind was the key to the lock she had always sought to pry open. The lock to people’s hearts, to make real friends. The ones that really care about you, the ones that last.

With these new realizations and a change of tides, once graduated Helen set off to travel and expose herself to the world around her. There was so much more to it than simply teenage drama, she learned. Being loved wasn’t important to her, but she was because she did her best to be a good person. And one of the things that she never stopped doing, was reading.

But Helen’s life was unstable. She had money from her elders, which she had rightfully taken, but not enough to live her whole life without a paycheck. After all, the young woman wanted to do something with her life. Searching for jobs, interview after interview gone wrong, she wanted to give up. Maybe her fate was not to have a job, but to drown in the abyss of having done nothing in her whole life, and then dying, without ever having really lived.

But then she found a snippet in the Daily Prophet, one of the newspapers she liked to keep up with, with a job offer for the Librarian position at Hogwarts. Books had stayed with her since the very beginning. They were her ties to all she was certain of, her beliefs and her doubts. One more try would be worth it. At least for this, she had something to go on.

An owl, as white as snow, a letter for a now grounded and kind young woman. Her name? Helen. Its contents? A new beginning, an escape from the abyss that could’ve awaited her, a stable life at last.

As of November 4th 2025, Helen Aletheia Doukas is now the librarian at Hogwarts.

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First Instance of Magic:

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Helen was not the perfect daughter, nor was she the perfect friend- but not everything was her fault, as much as people blamed her for it. At the age of eight, the little girl was running playfully through the Granary Square Fountains in the English city of London. A few girls she was friends with had come along, and although the trio didn't live in London themselves, their families had organized a trip together to the UK. It had been fun, up to that point- that day was different though. Her friends had formed a clique, for some reason, and Helen was not in it. Why? They were losers, she was not, the young girl assumed after the incident.

The two other girls were merely watching on the sidelines as Helen let her whimsy show and danced through the fountains, playing a game of laser water-spout tag with herself, one could say. Looking back at her "friends", she saw them hesitate, and pulled them into the water world before they could show any sign of resistance. One screamed, a high-pitched, dreadful noise. The other gasped and pulled away. "What the Hell do you think you're doing, Helen?!" "That's so annoying. Stop being such a girlboss weirdo. You're not cool, you know." "Oh, come on. So much drama for such a small amount of water." [ eyeroll from Helen ] "What do you mean, drama? You're the drama queen here. You always look at yourself in the mirror before we go out, but you're literally ugly." "Yeah, seriously." Jealousy? Probably. As a part-veela, Helen was prettier than both of them. But insults are insults, and the Siren did not take that one well.

"ENOUGH!" Anger, the pain of betrayal, tears that she desperately tried to blink away- Helen was both upset and overwhelmed with confusion and the pain of bonds severed. The water that had been showering over them with a constant rhythm stopped coming out of the holes in the ground. Silence, not a sound to be heard. It was as if the world was holding its breath*. One second. Two seconds. Three and then four. On exactly the fifth second, the water fountains sprang back to life. Their parents both saw and heard, making the connection quickly- but as they were not wizards or witches themselves, their reaction was different. They thought her to be impure [ read veela application and/or backstory for further elaboration ] . Helen, however, only processed it after she managed to cool herself down (possibly pun-intended), and didn't think much of it. She always knew she was different than her peers. Was this associated to her ancestry, to her blood, perhaps? No, but how was she to know?
*(it wasn't, though)

I'm sorry for the last-minuteness of this application, it should still be within the month that one has to apply for a special race, and I've never written any IC posts as Helen before either way. (November was a busy month I fear, and irl obligations held me back from spending too much time on the site)

STATUS: Pending, Lawrence, 12th December
Reason for Pending:
- Very minor detail but your trunk needs to include your adult advancement log to note that you have taken +5 stats for Adult Level 1.

‣‣ Helen Note - Done!

STATUS: Approved, Anthonie, 12/12/25

Character name : Alan Dolus
Adult Level : Adult 1
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Nope ^^
Link to the character page : boo!
Character Statistics :
STA - 10┆ EVA - 12┆ STR - 5┆ WIS - 17┆ AP - 9┆ ACC - 17
Character Special Race/Talent : n/a full normal human
Character Backstory :

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Pre-Education
From birth it seamed, Alan had his nose in a book. He felt like he'd 'seen' things. Only one of what was true magic, and not his imagination. But the one that stuck out like a sore thumb, was when he was on a trip with his family. Driving through a forest, Alan had been in the backseat. Looking out the window, and swore that he'd seen Bigfoot in the tree line. His parents were worried. Alan's imagination was a little to much for them. So they had always brushed him off, telling him that 'Bigfoot' was likely just a bear. And equally as cool. It likely was a bear, Alan wasn't sure anymore.
Early-Education
Like any normal 'muggle' student, Alan went to preschool. Where he primarily kept to himself, playing with dinosaur toys. Every now and again another kid would come and play with him. But for lack of better words they were 'scared' away, by Alan's knowledge of them. Bombarded with questions about there favorite dinosaurs, if they to thought they were all gone. Or if some stull were alive. And of course, the most important one, what pre-historic creature they would want as a pet.
As Alan reached elementary school, children became more cruel. They teased him, asking him questions just to get fuel to make fun of him. This never seamed to bother him though. He was just happy someone was interested in what he was interested in. Sure he was pushed around a little, but that was what boys his age did right? He saw them play football on the playground. And that involved quite a bit of tackling. So what was the harm. His teachers gave him concerned looks, And his parents asked if he was having a hard time at school. There wasn't anything. He did well in classes. It baffled Alan as to why he was pulled out to be homeschooled.
Homeschooling
His parents where highly paid in there fields. And had connections with experts. His mother being a business manger, and father being a lawyer. They were able to make sure Alan was taught things at his own speed, in a place he wouldn't be judged.
For a reason he didn't understand. His parents felt the need to gift Alan trips because of the homeschooling. He just enjoyed going to national parks.
Ilvermorny
Once it was revealed that Alan was really a wizard, and the teacher that had come and explain. His eyes had lit up, he'd been right after all. Everyone had called him crazy, or that he needed to grow up. But he was right. The poor professor had to deal with a bombard of questions from the young wizard.
His parents didn't want to send Alan, A) they were a little scared of magic. and B) they were worried he would be bullied once more. After some assurance, they allowed Alan to go.
As it turned out, they were right to be worried. Alan did get bullied by the non-muggle born students. The pure bloods, half bloods, wizard born, everyone who had known magic was real since birth. And not just an imagination like Alan had. He didn't realize this was bullying either. And still asked a thousand questions. He was a social outcast. Rambling on and on about how the wizard government was still hiding self casting wands. Alan only had one true friend, another outcast like himself.
Once he reached fourth year, Alan appeared to realize how alone he really was. All the bullies got bored of him eventually and had either matured or moved on to the new first years. So he started journaling, to get all the thoughts no one would listen to on paper. He's continued this well into his adult years.
Post Graduate
Once he graduated, he became a tracker, then some journalism, became a teacher for a little bit. And somehow, he was able to become headmaster. Why? How? No one is fully sure.

First Instance of Magic :

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Alan had been six, on one of the many trips he and his parents went on. Sitting in a field of flowers. Digging in the dirt trying to find a gnome. (convinced they lived underground). When he saw something. Not a gnome, but a beetle. He was so transfixed with the bug that a rainbow appeared to come from it while Alan held it in his hands. Disappearing almost as quick as it had appeared. Of course, he told his parents this, but they brushed it off as a trick of the light. And made him wash his hands. But Alan knew what he saw that day.

STATUS: Approved, Meiyu, 14th December

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Alice Venitera

Name Alice Venitera	Birthday 02 July 2014	Language English
Address Bracknell, England	Grade, affiliated dormitory First year, Gryffindor	cane 34,9 cm walnut wood and snallygaster heartstring

Looks

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She looks beautiful and serious. But he laughs a lot, is innocent and friendly. She wears black and round glasses and has brown hair. It was inherited from my mother. The eyes are a rare green (jade color) and blue gradient, and it seems to be sucked in very beautifully. Coincidentally, her father's jade color and her mother's blue color are mixed together, and it looks like a beautiful sea. She is short and cute. Hair has a habit. That's attractive. She usually does it in half, but sometimes She does it in a ponytail or down.

Figure

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Unlike her serious appearance, she actually laughs a lot, is honest, and emotions appear immediately on her face. That's why the expression changes and it's cute. She is naughty and loves interesting and fun things. Thanks to that curiosity, magic is excellent. She has the courage to enjoy anything, and she challenges everything to live a fulfilling day.

Family structure, friends

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She has a purebred father, a muggle-born mother, a cat, a younger sister, and a younger brother. When she was little, she played and spent time with her younger sisters. The house is large in a single house. She friend didn't have a chance to meet other children, so she was with her brother and sister. I didn't have any friends before entering school, but because of my curious personality, I will make a lot of friends after entering Hogwarts.

The reason why magic was discovered

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Both of her parents were wizards, so she was always surrounded by magic. At age three, Alice, curious as she was, chased a paper airplane that magically flew through the sky. After the airplane flew out a second-story window, Alice, still chasing it, didn't realize there was no foothold and fell out of the window. However, she landed gently to the ground, as if enchanted. However, none of her family members had cast any spells on Alice. That was Alice's first experience with magic. After that, several other strange things happened. For example, when her parents were busy with the baby and couldn't watch her anymore, Alice became sulky and locked herself in a room. Her emotions were so strong that she enchanted a stuffed animal that moved on its own and became Alice's playmate. When her sister grew older and had a younger brother, Alice eagerly looked after the child, and when he laughed, small flowers flew around her in joy. And when Alice caught a bad cold and developed a fever, and was bedridden, the temperature in the room would automatically rise whenever Alice felt cold, to the point where she felt hot. Although she had no friends, she played to her heart's content with her siblings, was exposed to magic, and eagerly worked to help her parents and look after her siblings. Although she was a bit of a tomboy, her curious nature and willingness to try anything and everything came from being the eldest daughter and having lots of exposure to magic.

TRUNK

• STAMINA: 5
• EVASION: 6
• STRENGTH: 4
• WISDOM: 7
• A RCANE POWER: 7
• ACCURACY: 7

STATUS: Pending, Anthonie, 15/12/25
1. Your backstory does not reach 220 words.
2. Your stats add up to 36, not 35.
3. Please link your encyclopaedia in your application.

Follow-up Lear (Jan 4)
This is a follow-up to please complete the requested edits by Jan 15, otherwise this application will be closed and you will have to make a new application.

Follow-up Lear (Jan 18)
This post claims that there has been an edit, however your backstory is still less than 220 words, it is 81 words.

Reducio

She has a purebred father, a muggle-born mother, a cat, a younger sister, and a younger brother. When she was little, she played and spent time with her younger sisters. The house is large in a single house. She friend didn't have a chance to meet other children, so she was with her brother and sister. I didn't have any friends before entering school, but because of my curious personality, I will make a lot of friends after entering Hogwarts.

Your stats total 36, not 35.
This is not closed because an edit is assumed, however you still need to complete the requested edits.

Pending Lear Jan 31
If no edit is made by Feb 18, this application will be closed. Please make the requested edits.

Closed Lear Mar 1
Reason: inactivity, no edit.

Scorpius McAllister

Name: Scorpius McAllister

Birthday: March 26 2014

Language: English

Address: Cork, Ireland

Grade, affiliated dormitory: 1st year, Slytherin

Wand: 21,3 cm aspen wood and dragon heartstring

Encyclopedia

Description

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A muscular boy, with dirty blond hair, and pale skin. hair obscures ears, is average height. A flat nose.

What my character is like

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My character loves to read and wrestle. He is empathetic, cunning, ambitious, he perseveres, and he loves. He likes to make people laugh, the center of attention.

Backstory

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He lived on a farm. His mom Brandy his dad Jamie, eldest brother James, Youngest brother Shepherd. Has two dogs Lola, she is a Short-Haired German Shepherd mixed with an Australian Shepherd. Toby is a Pit bull mixed with a Terrier. I have chickens, sheep, horses, cows, pigs, and donkeys. The other pets we have are snakes, bunnies, and spiders. He never had any friends. He was the smartest in all of his classes, he skipped two grades. The first friend he ever had was in the second grade, but even then it did not last long. Apparently he was only my friend because he was new, and did't know anybody. He was always the teachers pet, and loved to learn all he could. When he was at home he would usually hang out in his room alone. They never went into town anymore, only on rare occasions. Because they had a farm and hunted animals. Most people would think that this life was bad, but it was nice. It was just them, they occasionally got a couple visitors. It was, fun, everyday they always had something to do. They were never bored. They would get word when something bad, or good would happen in their town. His favorite job was hunting, he was the family hunter. He would always find a target, and he would always get his target.

First instance of magic

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The first time he ever did magic was when he was eight. He was at the edge of the school yard reading a book. Then Pete, a big brute walked over followed by his posse. Pete was the school bully. "What you doing, reading", Pete said. "Ya and what is it to you", I replied. "Well this is my school yard and I don't like nerds". Pete grabbed my book from my hands and threw it over the fence. "That was my book, I replied. Him and his posse laughed. He got up, but Pete pushed him back down. With a scowl he looked at Pete and his posse, and they all flew back. They looked up at me and ran away, with a strange look on their faces. When questioned by the teachers and principal, they said they could not recall what had happened. His mom took him out of school, so
he was home schooled until he was accepted into Hogwarts

Trunk

Stamina:6
Evasion:5
Strength:7
Wisdom:6
Arcpower:6
Accuracy:5

STATUS: Pending, Anthonie, 15/12/25
1. Your backstory does not reach 220 words.
2. Please detail your first instance of magic, not your third.
3. Please add his year and encyclopaedia link.

Approved Jan 4 (Lear)

STATUS: Pending, Catalina, 15th of December
-In your backstory you say Alix's mother is a muggle pharmacist, as per our site's lore magic and muggle tech do not mix so her parents would have to pick to either live as wizards or muggles, not a mix of both. Please edit her backstory to show which side she lives on.

STATUS: Approved, Catalina, 21st of December

STATUS: Pending, Catalina, 15th of December
-Please remove your FIOM and your special ability application from your backstory, we ask for them to be separate
-Please edit your backstory to not include any description of Lotus' time at Hogwarts as that is not the backstory, we ask for the backstory to only include their time before Hogwarts
-Your ability application does not talk at all about where Lotus got his Metamorphmagus talent which is a requirement, please add some details about who in his family passed down that ability to him

STATUS: Approved, Catalina, 21st of December

STATUS: Closed, Catalina, 15th of December
- User was deleted

STATUS: Approved, Anthoie, 19/12/25