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Character name: Dominica Johnson.
School Year: First year.
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Blood status needs to be changed to half-breed if my Dhampir application is accepted.
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=43761
Character Statistics: Stamina 3 | Evasion 5 | Strength 2 | Wisdom 7 | Arcane Power 8 | Accuracy 5
Character Special Race/Talent: Dhampir.
School Year: First year.
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Blood status needs to be changed to half-breed if my Dhampir application is accepted.
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=43761
Character Statistics: Stamina 3 | Evasion 5 | Strength 2 | Wisdom 7 | Arcane Power 8 | Accuracy 5
Character Special Race/Talent: Dhampir.
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Character Backstory: Dominica’s mother had been a vampire. She was bitten at the age of 20 by a vampire she had fallen in love with, who took advantage of her and cursed her with the same agony he had suffered long ago. Had she not died tragically at thirty, she would have lived much longer, but life had not treated her well so far, and she did not expect that to change. She was quite nihilistic about her future, having endured such betrayal and a curse at twenty. When she met Dominica’s father, his caring nature melted her heart. For the first time in a long while, she began to believe there might be a slight possibility her life was not yet over. With Mr Johnson, she believed her future could be bright, so she did what was once thought impossible for her and settled with him for a time.
Dominica’s father knew his wife was a vampire; he took great care to keep it discreet and to help her fit into the wizarding world as a human. Needless to say, he suffered from a saviour complex and was ultimately disappointed. Unfortunately, over the years of their marriage, he grew resentful towards his wife. He saw her gentle and caring side, but also her violent and untameable side, which he came to fear. Deep down, he only wanted her to fit in, though he never showed it to her. After her death, he wavered over his choices and the honesty he had brought to their relationship.
On a rare, one-in-a-hundred occurrence, Dominica Eirian Johnson was born half-vampire – a Dhampir. It was uncommon for a Dhampir to be born naturally from the union of a vampire and a human, but this was her case. Her father knew instantly. As soon as she was old enough to walk and talk, he sensed her aura – an aura of unease. He recognised it all too well; it was his wife's aura, or at least something similar, though far less intense. But it was there, undeniably present. He took his daughter to St Mungo’s Hospital, where the Healers ran several tests, and, sure enough, they confirmed his fear: she was a Dhampir.
Upon this confirmation, her father fell into a deep depression. He began to exhibit symptoms of insomnia, paranoia, and hallucinations. He became convinced that his wife's spirit was haunting him, that she had discovered his loss of love for her and was beyond angry. His condition deteriorated to the point that Dominica had to be taken away from him to stay with her grandparents for a few months, while he received treatment and gradually regained his mental stability.
When Dominica returned home, she was met with a stoicism her father had never shown before. From that day on, she was taught to hide it, to be ashamed of her heritage. She had to conceal all the blatantly obvious Dhampir descent traits – cutting her nails frequently so they would never grow sharp or long, wearing her hair around her face to hide its extreme paleness, and avoiding showing her retractable fangs at all costs.
Dominica’s father knew his wife was a vampire; he took great care to keep it discreet and to help her fit into the wizarding world as a human. Needless to say, he suffered from a saviour complex and was ultimately disappointed. Unfortunately, over the years of their marriage, he grew resentful towards his wife. He saw her gentle and caring side, but also her violent and untameable side, which he came to fear. Deep down, he only wanted her to fit in, though he never showed it to her. After her death, he wavered over his choices and the honesty he had brought to their relationship.
On a rare, one-in-a-hundred occurrence, Dominica Eirian Johnson was born half-vampire – a Dhampir. It was uncommon for a Dhampir to be born naturally from the union of a vampire and a human, but this was her case. Her father knew instantly. As soon as she was old enough to walk and talk, he sensed her aura – an aura of unease. He recognised it all too well; it was his wife's aura, or at least something similar, though far less intense. But it was there, undeniably present. He took his daughter to St Mungo’s Hospital, where the Healers ran several tests, and, sure enough, they confirmed his fear: she was a Dhampir.
Upon this confirmation, her father fell into a deep depression. He began to exhibit symptoms of insomnia, paranoia, and hallucinations. He became convinced that his wife's spirit was haunting him, that she had discovered his loss of love for her and was beyond angry. His condition deteriorated to the point that Dominica had to be taken away from him to stay with her grandparents for a few months, while he received treatment and gradually regained his mental stability.
When Dominica returned home, she was met with a stoicism her father had never shown before. From that day on, she was taught to hide it, to be ashamed of her heritage. She had to conceal all the blatantly obvious Dhampir descent traits – cutting her nails frequently so they would never grow sharp or long, wearing her hair around her face to hide its extreme paleness, and avoiding showing her retractable fangs at all costs.
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First Instance of Magic: Dominica Eirian Johnson was born late in the evening of 10 April 2014. Her parents’ hands cradled the womb; she felt the warmth of their fingers through the barrier of skin that separated her from her future – a future soon to arrive. It was time. An obstetrician made their way to the Johnson residence, along the stone-paved path, past magnificent gardens stretching for acres, with the undeniable sense that something significant awaited that spring evening. The sun was setting, casting dark shadows upon the earth, stretching, turning, and twisting them into unsettling figures. Birds chirped, but not with their usual melodies; it was the music of a renaissance, of renewal and birth – a kind of congratulation to the world for what was about to arrive. The sun set, as if yielding to the darkness – the girl was born. One is born out of darkness, and one dies into darkness; it never abandons us, but merely disappears from our lives as we become preoccupied with worldly pleasures. It is not of this world; it is a sorcery no one has dared to possess – at least, not yet. Magic rose into the air within a radius of a few miles, bringing to everyone – whether wizard, muggle, or squib – the proclamation of the birth of a girl, the inheritor of the Darkness and the eternal protector of the Light, the earthly deity of life.
But one of such significance is not born without great sacrifice. That evening, the child's mother was claimed by the cold, merciless hand of death. It was a peculiar sight, solemnly witnessed by any. As soon as the girl came into existence, her mother’s arms began to burn; red lines started to emerge on her pale skin, which felt as if a thousand sharp needles were piercing it. She erupted into fire – a magical fire – that destroyed her from the inside out. She died in her bed, her agonising screams mingling with the child’s cries. All signs indicated that the cause was a broken Unbreakable Vow, although not a single person could say what the vow truly was. This tragic event meant the girl's birth was bound to both sorrow and joy – two opposites not only for the world to comprehend, but for the girl to carry within herself forever. Yet the profound joy could not overshadow the sorrow brought by the loss. Sadness permeated the first few months of the girl’s life, her father descending into a deep period of contemplation about life and magic.
Constant shadows followed her; dark figures appeared out of nowhere in wooden-framed windows, accompanied by sounds of yelling, smells of varnish, and shifting light. Souls stalked her – not souls of the living, but otherworldly and unfamiliar, unseen by the common eye. Creatures seemed to haunt her, kneading their claws into her being and never letting go. They pulled her down and down until she could barely stand, drowning her in constant exhaustion from the weight she carried through life. She saw them in the daytime, staring at her through her bedroom windows; she saw them at night when they appeared in her dreams, haunting not only her consciousness but also her unconsciousness. They slithered in as poison does – unnoticeable, but so deadly toxic it made her miserable.
They began suddenly, like a long-anticipated bomb finally exploding. The explosion was violent. Nightmares became more frequent; she would lie awake in bed, trying to avoid plunging into the unknown – the thing waiting for her behind closed eyes. Her parents took her to a wizarding doctor, who treated her for insomnia. She drank the prescribed dose of Dreamless Sleep potion and drifted into silence, wrapped in sheets that, after so long, seemed foreign, no longer hers. But the demons did not leave her alone. They came for her light. On days when she sat in her room reading an old, dusty tome, she would feel a chilling gust of wind swirling through her hair, tugging at the hem of her skirt, haunting her.
The time had come to learn. It was the undeniable way of life: learning and teaching, learning and teaching again. The reality in which one lived brought knowledge of all things human – birth, love, sacrifice, and death. One could spend an entire life learning, yet never possibly know everything. Some come into this world knowing more than others – a kind of knowing that makes one wonder if it is their first life in this consciousness, or perhaps a sequel to another. Dominica was one of these knowledgeable people. From an early age, she had been keen to learn. She began to read at four, wrote her insights on the world at five, and solved tedious mathematics equations by the astonishing age of six. Her magical comprehension had never lagged behind; she learned spell theory, potion-making, and herbology. She would never have reached this point without the Johnson family’s maid, who diligently taught the young aristocrat the wonders of the world. With so much knowledge, she found insight in what appeared to be innocent details, but which revealed an in-depth story if examined more closely. The girl had always been gifted with a hunger for knowledge that led her to the path in life she had taken.
Her father lost all trust in magic. He felt betrayed by its very essence. It had caused his wife's death, whether or not it was partly her choice. He began to question its purpose – what use was it if not to change the course of nature, if not to grant control over life's mistakes and losses? Magic was meant to improve his life, yet it tore him apart. It left him shattered, in pieces that could never be put back together, without the missing centrepiece – his wife. So what good was it if it inevitably brought loss? The truth is, he never found an answer, and after a while he stopped searching, having lost all hope of understanding. He disowned the sorcery that had once adorned his life and settled for conventionality.
A year after his beloved’s death, he found a new love and soon remarried. She was a Muggle, not of magical descent, and had never heard of magic. She was an aristocrat; her father was a nobleman. They made a settlement that was far from honest love. The stepmother eventually discovered magic, but it did not frighten her. She agreed to stay as long as magic remained hidden. To the girl’s horror, her father agreed. She felt betrayed. Their magical heritage was wounded by the demand to keep it secret. She was appalled by her father’s compliance and has never been able to come to terms with it.
Not long after their marriage, the woman announced her pregnancy, and nine months later a healthy Muggle girl was born, which, to the dismay of the Johnson side of the family, showed no signs of magical ability.
Elodie Liriel Rosewood was born in London, England, to the Rosewood family on 6 January 2013. She grew up in a cottage on the outskirts of London. Her parents were purebloods who valued pureblood qualities and took pride in their status. However, Elodie displayed a peculiarity from a young age – she never spoke. Even after the age of one, when most children would have said their first words, she did not utter a sound. Her parents tried everything, from hexes to curse-breakers, but all gave the same answer: selective mutism. The girl could speak perfectly well; she simply chose not to. Her parents took it personally and were offended by their only daughter’s refusal to communicate with them in the most conventional way. Still, she did not relent.
The Rosewood family lived a few miles from the Johnsons. As both families were of magical descent, they naturally became acquainted, and not long after their daughters were born, the girls were introduced. There is little more to add – the girls became very close. They came to know each other better than their own families; in fact, they became each other’s family. They spent their bittersweet days playing in the gardens, reading books, and drinking tea – activities that never brought them much fulfilment, but they became each other’s safe haven. When together, they could walk through fire and endure the burn. Both were simply searching for meaning in it all. Each was a reject of society, a disappointment to her bloodline, the black dove of her environment. Nothing could make them disown each other – they understood the pain that would cause. Unfortunately, something far greater than disownment separated their paths. Little Elodie was found in her room, her safest cradle, struck down by the unyielding blade of death. It pierced her pure heart with little mercy, and they were not fortunate enough to save her. Quiet whispers and a parent’s slip of the tongue pieced the story together: the girl was said to have fallen ill but refused any magical help. She died alone in her room; magic could have saved her, but she did not allow it.
The loss devastated Dominica. She did not leave her room for days, did not eat, and lost all meaning in life she had ever known. She could feel it clinging to her – a lost friend’s soul, not yet ready to leave its life behind. Now that Elodie was gone, Dominica did not know how she could ever let anyone else in. As if her friend were gone, but the space had not opened. It was unearthly, even toxic – not letting go. The dead were meant to be left in the past.
With the arrival of the Hogwarts acceptance letter came the responsibility to bring great honour to one's family. One was expected to abandon all self-respect and immerse oneself completely in branches of knowledge, forgetting everything outside them and dedicating one's years at the academy to the greatness of one's family. What seemed like a despairing loss brought Dominica much fulfilment. It gave her the conventional justification to isolate herself from the social world and drift into a world of explanations. She let it coat her eyelids with perpetual sleeplessness and stain her slim, delicate fingers with dark, dirty drops of ink. One had been preparing for this their whole life; it was their own Olympics of expertise, and one thrived in this setting.
But one of such significance is not born without great sacrifice. That evening, the child's mother was claimed by the cold, merciless hand of death. It was a peculiar sight, solemnly witnessed by any. As soon as the girl came into existence, her mother’s arms began to burn; red lines started to emerge on her pale skin, which felt as if a thousand sharp needles were piercing it. She erupted into fire – a magical fire – that destroyed her from the inside out. She died in her bed, her agonising screams mingling with the child’s cries. All signs indicated that the cause was a broken Unbreakable Vow, although not a single person could say what the vow truly was. This tragic event meant the girl's birth was bound to both sorrow and joy – two opposites not only for the world to comprehend, but for the girl to carry within herself forever. Yet the profound joy could not overshadow the sorrow brought by the loss. Sadness permeated the first few months of the girl’s life, her father descending into a deep period of contemplation about life and magic.
Constant shadows followed her; dark figures appeared out of nowhere in wooden-framed windows, accompanied by sounds of yelling, smells of varnish, and shifting light. Souls stalked her – not souls of the living, but otherworldly and unfamiliar, unseen by the common eye. Creatures seemed to haunt her, kneading their claws into her being and never letting go. They pulled her down and down until she could barely stand, drowning her in constant exhaustion from the weight she carried through life. She saw them in the daytime, staring at her through her bedroom windows; she saw them at night when they appeared in her dreams, haunting not only her consciousness but also her unconsciousness. They slithered in as poison does – unnoticeable, but so deadly toxic it made her miserable.
They began suddenly, like a long-anticipated bomb finally exploding. The explosion was violent. Nightmares became more frequent; she would lie awake in bed, trying to avoid plunging into the unknown – the thing waiting for her behind closed eyes. Her parents took her to a wizarding doctor, who treated her for insomnia. She drank the prescribed dose of Dreamless Sleep potion and drifted into silence, wrapped in sheets that, after so long, seemed foreign, no longer hers. But the demons did not leave her alone. They came for her light. On days when she sat in her room reading an old, dusty tome, she would feel a chilling gust of wind swirling through her hair, tugging at the hem of her skirt, haunting her.
The time had come to learn. It was the undeniable way of life: learning and teaching, learning and teaching again. The reality in which one lived brought knowledge of all things human – birth, love, sacrifice, and death. One could spend an entire life learning, yet never possibly know everything. Some come into this world knowing more than others – a kind of knowing that makes one wonder if it is their first life in this consciousness, or perhaps a sequel to another. Dominica was one of these knowledgeable people. From an early age, she had been keen to learn. She began to read at four, wrote her insights on the world at five, and solved tedious mathematics equations by the astonishing age of six. Her magical comprehension had never lagged behind; she learned spell theory, potion-making, and herbology. She would never have reached this point without the Johnson family’s maid, who diligently taught the young aristocrat the wonders of the world. With so much knowledge, she found insight in what appeared to be innocent details, but which revealed an in-depth story if examined more closely. The girl had always been gifted with a hunger for knowledge that led her to the path in life she had taken.
Her father lost all trust in magic. He felt betrayed by its very essence. It had caused his wife's death, whether or not it was partly her choice. He began to question its purpose – what use was it if not to change the course of nature, if not to grant control over life's mistakes and losses? Magic was meant to improve his life, yet it tore him apart. It left him shattered, in pieces that could never be put back together, without the missing centrepiece – his wife. So what good was it if it inevitably brought loss? The truth is, he never found an answer, and after a while he stopped searching, having lost all hope of understanding. He disowned the sorcery that had once adorned his life and settled for conventionality.
A year after his beloved’s death, he found a new love and soon remarried. She was a Muggle, not of magical descent, and had never heard of magic. She was an aristocrat; her father was a nobleman. They made a settlement that was far from honest love. The stepmother eventually discovered magic, but it did not frighten her. She agreed to stay as long as magic remained hidden. To the girl’s horror, her father agreed. She felt betrayed. Their magical heritage was wounded by the demand to keep it secret. She was appalled by her father’s compliance and has never been able to come to terms with it.
Not long after their marriage, the woman announced her pregnancy, and nine months later a healthy Muggle girl was born, which, to the dismay of the Johnson side of the family, showed no signs of magical ability.
Elodie Liriel Rosewood was born in London, England, to the Rosewood family on 6 January 2013. She grew up in a cottage on the outskirts of London. Her parents were purebloods who valued pureblood qualities and took pride in their status. However, Elodie displayed a peculiarity from a young age – she never spoke. Even after the age of one, when most children would have said their first words, she did not utter a sound. Her parents tried everything, from hexes to curse-breakers, but all gave the same answer: selective mutism. The girl could speak perfectly well; she simply chose not to. Her parents took it personally and were offended by their only daughter’s refusal to communicate with them in the most conventional way. Still, she did not relent.
The Rosewood family lived a few miles from the Johnsons. As both families were of magical descent, they naturally became acquainted, and not long after their daughters were born, the girls were introduced. There is little more to add – the girls became very close. They came to know each other better than their own families; in fact, they became each other’s family. They spent their bittersweet days playing in the gardens, reading books, and drinking tea – activities that never brought them much fulfilment, but they became each other’s safe haven. When together, they could walk through fire and endure the burn. Both were simply searching for meaning in it all. Each was a reject of society, a disappointment to her bloodline, the black dove of her environment. Nothing could make them disown each other – they understood the pain that would cause. Unfortunately, something far greater than disownment separated their paths. Little Elodie was found in her room, her safest cradle, struck down by the unyielding blade of death. It pierced her pure heart with little mercy, and they were not fortunate enough to save her. Quiet whispers and a parent’s slip of the tongue pieced the story together: the girl was said to have fallen ill but refused any magical help. She died alone in her room; magic could have saved her, but she did not allow it.
The loss devastated Dominica. She did not leave her room for days, did not eat, and lost all meaning in life she had ever known. She could feel it clinging to her – a lost friend’s soul, not yet ready to leave its life behind. Now that Elodie was gone, Dominica did not know how she could ever let anyone else in. As if her friend were gone, but the space had not opened. It was unearthly, even toxic – not letting go. The dead were meant to be left in the past.
With the arrival of the Hogwarts acceptance letter came the responsibility to bring great honour to one's family. One was expected to abandon all self-respect and immerse oneself completely in branches of knowledge, forgetting everything outside them and dedicating one's years at the academy to the greatness of one's family. What seemed like a despairing loss brought Dominica much fulfilment. It gave her the conventional justification to isolate herself from the social world and drift into a world of explanations. She let it coat her eyelids with perpetual sleeplessness and stain her slim, delicate fingers with dark, dirty drops of ink. One had been preparing for this their whole life; it was their own Olympics of expertise, and one thrived in this setting.
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Her first experience of magic was steeped in rage. It occurred after the death of her dear friend, Elodie Rosewood, when Dominica was six years old. Anger, confusion, and shock filled her young heart – intense and unyielding, refusing to leave her for days, pulling her away from society with their sharp, wistful pounces. She withdrew from her father, not speaking to him for days, not leaving her room. The isolation made her even angrier – at the world, at nature itself. How could it take away someone so humble, who had seemed so ordinary in the last days of her life? She wanted revenge, undeniable and striking – something that would destroy the source of her sadness. One day, the energy inside her no longer fit; her small body became too cramped for it, and the intense magic escaped in unpleasant ways. From behind the closed door that separated her from the world came a loud scream. The residents of the manor heard the windows shatter. With this came destruction. With this came relief.
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, Feb 1
Last edited by Dominica Johnson on 31 Jan 2026, 21:25, edited 5 times in total.
Yours only, Dominica.
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Character name (First and last name): Francesca Clearwater.
School Year or Adult Level: 2025 (First Year).
Does any Profile Card info need changing? NA.
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?t=43781
Character Statistics: stamina = 6 | evasion = 4 | stength = 5 | wisdom = 7 | arcane power = 6 | accuracy = 7
Character Special Race/Talent: NA.
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year or Adult Level: 2025 (First Year).
Does any Profile Card info need changing? NA.
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?t=43781
Character Statistics: stamina = 6 | evasion = 4 | stength = 5 | wisdom = 7 | arcane power = 6 | accuracy = 7
Character Special Race/Talent: NA.
Character Backstory:
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Francesca Rose Clearwater was born in 2014 in England to Mr and Mrs Clearwater. Her mother was a witch who had chosen a quieter life away from the wider wizarding world, while her father was a Muggle-born who understood both worlds well enough to help bridge the gap between them. Together, they raised their daughters in a predominantly Muggle town, keeping magic subtle and largely confined to the privacy of their home.
Known to everyone as Frankie, she grew up in a loving household, though life was not without its small challenges. As the younger sibling, she often found herself clashing with her elder sister — disagreements that ranged from harmless squabbles to full-blown childhood arguments. Despite this, family remained important to Frankie, and these early conflicts helped shape her quiet, observant nature.
Frankie spent much of her childhood immersed in her own thoughts and imagination. She preferred learning and reading to loud play, developing a fascination with history and the stories hidden within it. Although she did not openly express excitement the way other children might, she carried a deep curiosity about the magical world, especially after she became old enough to understand what it meant to be a witch.
From the age of six, Frankie eagerly awaited the day her Hogwarts letter would arrive. She listened closely to the stories her parents told, memorising details about Hogwarts, its houses, and the lives of witches and wizards who came before her. Magic, to Frankie, was not just a skill — it was a connection to a much larger history she longed to be part of.
In 2025, Frankie’s long-awaited Hogwarts letter finally arrived. Though she greeted the moment with her usual quiet composure, those who knew her best could see the excitement shining through. Beginning her education at Hogwarts marked the start of a new chapter in her life — one where she could finally explore magic openly, learn its rules and limits, and discover where she truly belonged within the wizarding world.
Known to everyone as Frankie, she grew up in a loving household, though life was not without its small challenges. As the younger sibling, she often found herself clashing with her elder sister — disagreements that ranged from harmless squabbles to full-blown childhood arguments. Despite this, family remained important to Frankie, and these early conflicts helped shape her quiet, observant nature.
Frankie spent much of her childhood immersed in her own thoughts and imagination. She preferred learning and reading to loud play, developing a fascination with history and the stories hidden within it. Although she did not openly express excitement the way other children might, she carried a deep curiosity about the magical world, especially after she became old enough to understand what it meant to be a witch.
From the age of six, Frankie eagerly awaited the day her Hogwarts letter would arrive. She listened closely to the stories her parents told, memorising details about Hogwarts, its houses, and the lives of witches and wizards who came before her. Magic, to Frankie, was not just a skill — it was a connection to a much larger history she longed to be part of.
In 2025, Frankie’s long-awaited Hogwarts letter finally arrived. Though she greeted the moment with her usual quiet composure, those who knew her best could see the excitement shining through. Beginning her education at Hogwarts marked the start of a new chapter in her life — one where she could finally explore magic openly, learn its rules and limits, and discover where she truly belonged within the wizarding world.
First Instance of Magic:
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Frankie’s first experience with magic happened when she was five years old, in the small English town where the Clearwater family lived. Because her parents were careful to keep magic within the walls of their home, Frankie had never seen anything out of the ordinary beyond bedtime stories and whispered conversations she was often too young to understand.
One afternoon, Frankie was playing in her bedroom with her older sister when an argument broke out over a doll that had quickly become the centre of their attention. What began as a childish back-and-forth - “It’s my turn!” and “No, I had it first!” - escalated into a tug-of-war, each girl gripping one end of the doll as they pulled harder and harder.
Frankie felt a rush of frustration bubble up inside her, hot and overwhelming in the way only a child’s emotions can be. She didn’t mean for anything to happen - she only knew she was upset and didn’t want to lose. In the next instant, the tension in the room seemed to snap. The doll vanished completely, causing her sister to stumble backward and fall as her grip met nothing but air.
For a heartbeat, the room was silent.
Then, just as suddenly, the doll reappeared in Frankie’s hands. She stared down at it, wide-eyed and confused, her anger instantly replaced with shock. She hadn’t moved. She hadn’t thought to do anything at all. Whatever had happened, it had come from somewhere deep inside her - uninvited, unexplained, and entirely accidental.
One afternoon, Frankie was playing in her bedroom with her older sister when an argument broke out over a doll that had quickly become the centre of their attention. What began as a childish back-and-forth - “It’s my turn!” and “No, I had it first!” - escalated into a tug-of-war, each girl gripping one end of the doll as they pulled harder and harder.
Frankie felt a rush of frustration bubble up inside her, hot and overwhelming in the way only a child’s emotions can be. She didn’t mean for anything to happen - she only knew she was upset and didn’t want to lose. In the next instant, the tension in the room seemed to snap. The doll vanished completely, causing her sister to stumble backward and fall as her grip met nothing but air.
For a heartbeat, the room was silent.
Then, just as suddenly, the doll reappeared in Frankie’s hands. She stared down at it, wide-eyed and confused, her anger instantly replaced with shock. She hadn’t moved. She hadn’t thought to do anything at all. Whatever had happened, it had come from somewhere deep inside her - uninvited, unexplained, and entirely accidental.
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, Feb 1
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Character Name (First and Last Name): Harry Grodicson Branddor
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Link to Character Page: viewtopic.php?t=43693
Character Statistics: STAMINA : 4
EVASION: 6
STRENGTH: 2
WISDOM: 9
ARCANA POWER: 9
ACCURACY: 5
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First Year: Wandmaker (acacia wood, romanian longhorn dragon heartstring core, 33 cm, flexible)
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Character History:
ReducioBorn in a magical village Near Maghull, north of Liverpool, located in the county of Merseyside in Sefton, disguised as a nature reserve, known to Muggles as Lunt Meadows, in a remote and distant part of the world from Muggles, His parents and he lived in Liverpool, in the magical part of the city where wizards lived alone, but his father decided to move to a completely wizarding place in order to avoid many encounters with Muggles and to have a simpler routine. Despite this, Harry often went to Liverpool because it was the largest city closest to his village, since his mother and father liked the Muggle community very much, to the point that Harry often interacted with Muggle children who went to parks to play. His father still owns a completely non-magical residence which he rents to a Muggle in Liverpool.
He is the son of Auror Howard Branddor and Mrs. Linda Branddor. He has a brother one year younger, Jake Branddor.
Despite being pure-bloods, when they got married, Howard and Linda decided they wanted to live and learn about the Muggle world because it was something completely new and different for them, which led them to migrate to Liverpool and live there for quite some time.
He grew up in a simple and ordinary home, surrounded by love and attention, notable for his charisma and abilities, Even at a very young age, Harry showed his first signs of magic, which delighted his parents, who knew he was a wizard. Harry had a habit of making a mess of the house in frenzies of uncontrolled magic. Even at a young age, he always displayed above-average intelligence; he could speak complete sentences correctly, add and subtract mathematically, and count to 100 before he was 5 years old. He learned to walk very quickly and by the age of 2 he could already run. Harry always surprised not only with his intelligence but mainly with his charisma. Even as a young child, he conversed with many children and adults, always being very receptive and never intimidated. He never interfered but always showed uncommon politeness and humility for his age. He frequently had the habit of playing outside, strolling through his village, exploring nature, playing with his pets and toys. He learned to read very quickly and spent a lot of time reading fictional and real stories, produced by both Muggles and wizards, which greatly fueled his imagination. His mother frequently taught him. Harry learned some things about herbology and the care of magical and non-magical creatures, and his father taught him the basics of magical theory and self-defense. Although Harry eventually delved into deeper levels of complexity, he still told stories, both personal and universal, such as the stories of Merlin and the Knights of the Round Table and his own adventures during his time at Hogwarts, as well as his daily adventures as an Auror. Harry lived among Muggles and learned a lot from them culturally. Despite being homeschooled, he frequently went out and socialized with other wizarding and Muggle children. Since his brother was born, Harry always treated him as his best friend. His brother laughed at his jokes and enjoyed his ideas and stories for as long as he could remember. They always did many things together, including talking about magic, Muggle and magical culture, and Quidditch. At the age of 7, he discovered rock and roll and began consuming Muggle and wizarding music, also exploring other genres. like rock, rap, and pop music, which he often hummed and listened to with his friends.
When he was about 4 years old, his village was attacked by dark wizards, Some independent criminals and followers of the extinct ideology of Lord Voldemort, as living remnants of his will, or so they proclaim themselves. , who sought to eliminate his father as revenge for him having imprisoned so many of them, His father is a great Auror, one of the most prominent in history, and having worked with several famous Aurors throughout history, Howard became infamous among dark wizards after defeating and imprisoning many, which generated great distress and personal resentment against Howard. This was not only due to his almost relentless and somewhat humiliating efficiency, but also to his almost arrogant composure and fame among dark wizards as "the unbeatable Auror" or "nightmare of the dark," which caused a feeling of affront in most, especially those he confronted most.
On one occasion, while his father was at work, Harry was almost kidnapped by an infamous dark witch who, if it weren't for his father's abrupt arrival by apparition, the witch would have succeeded. Harry still doesn't remember the event and only knows it from stories told by his own parents.
Despite being a wizard, Harry had some contact with Muggle technology, such as fans, televisions, cars, and even computers and cell phones from the children of their father's and mother's friends.
Due to the fact that his parents befriended Muggles in bars in the capital city of Liverpool, where he and his mother frequented the homes of other Muggles as if they were equals, which brought him and his children very close to the Muggle community to a certain extent, this is explained by the fact that Sir Howard was never content to completely hide from Muggles and, knowing and understanding the laws of secrecy through his experience as an Auror, knew very well what needed to be done if he wanted to interact with them. Before moving out of the city when their son was born, and they moved precisely to avoid the unintentional manifestation of magic being seen too often, Howard and Linda ended up making many friends in Liverpool, Muggles in ordinary parts and wizards in the magical and hidden parts of the city, which Howard didn't consider living in as he was already tired of daily urban life, something that made him get used to doing things like taking Muggle buses or the subway in some circumstances where he couldn't use magic or simply didn't want to. where he even learned to handle some simple devices. He also enjoyed drawing and writing stories.
Harry frequently spent time in Liverpool with his mother and father, and it was there that he became most immersed in Muggle culture, started following Muggle football, and heard for the first time on the radio what would become his favorite Muggle rock band, even more so than any wizarding band in the world. He owns several pets that often go out into nature and return soon after.
He is considered a genius for his age, being very rational, critical, and analytical. He is generous and compassionate, primarily adopting a charismatic and calm personality. He is determined and ambitious, but his greatest characteristics are his creativity and unique way of thinking. He enjoys reading about magic, reading books about duels, and listening to stories from his father as an Auror, casually playing Quidditch with friends on pitches or in the most hidden backyard from Muggles (where he always plays as a Chaser due to his talent), and spending time with his friends.
He is fascinated by witchcraft and magical theory, and is passionate about complex magic. He has a great appreciation for duels despite his total inexperience in spells and duels, and is fascinated by large-scale or impactful magic, as well as its complexity.
He is generally very calm, cheerful, and friendly; however, he adopts a cold and pragmatic stance when irritated, and can still be kind or vengeful and silent, disliking losing control of his emotions.
First Use of Magic:
He manifested his magic at the age of three and a half, when he began spontaneously blowing bubbles while feeling very happy. Typically, random things would happen when he felt happy, sad, or angry, such as destroying objects or throwing them haphazardly into the air.
STATUS: Pending, Elena, February 02
- Please explain the motivations of the dark wizards for seeking revenge towards the father, and please develop this entire section in more details (who are those dark wizards?) !!
- Additionally, please create a 'trunk' in your encyclopedia page: make a new post with your character's statistics and a spot for his future abilities.
PS- Important : when editing your application, please be mindful of not deleting the edit requests (this quote)!!
STATUS: Pending, Meiyu, 2nd February
- Liverpool is located by the sea, please select a different direction as there are no small villages to the west of Liverpool.
- As a pure-blood, it is unlikely that Harry would mingle with muggles as a child, please provide reasoning as to why he was able to do so.
- As a pure-blood, Harry would not have access to muggle technology, please amend this or provide reasoning as to why he had access to muggle technology. Please read this thread, to have a better understanding of pure-bloods which can aid you in writing your index application.
STATUS: Pending, Elena, February 09
- Your character's backstory in your encyclopedia does not match your application! Please fix it by copypasting it into your encyclopedia.
- Your trunk should not contain the potions and spells! A trunk has various rules you can find here.
STATUS: Approved, Elena, February 28
Last edited by Harry Branddor on 28 Feb 2026, 17:33, edited 12 times in total.
Remember faith and love, these will be your most powerful spells.
**In real life, my ideal wand would be acacia wood with a dragon heartstring core, but what can i do, right?
In real life, my house is also Ravenclaw. **
Index Registration
Character name (First and last name): Jennie Mirelle
School Year or Adult Level: First year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? No
Link to the character page: Jennie's ency
Character Statistics:
stamina-7 | evasion-5 | strength-4 | wisdom-6 | arcane power-8 | accuracy-5
Character Special Race/Talent: Human
Character Backstory:ReducioJennie Mirelle was born to Sasha and Maddox Mirelle on 8th of June, 2014. She grew up in a somewhat small town in Birmingham, England. Sure, it was a small town, and the houses did not have the glory of the tall, carefully structured buildings from the main towns, but Jennie always thought that her hometown was gorgeous with the beautiful gardens and cute houses.
After Jennie was born, her parents thought that she was equivalent to two little kids all by herself and did not have any more kids, making her an only child. She was spoiled relentlessly by her grandparents—who made sure she had everything she wanted and more.
Her father, Maddox Mirelle, was a man of average height but a relatively fit stature. Her worked abroad as an IT profession for the majority of her life but he always made sure to return every weekend to find time for his little princess. He was funny, caring, and always bought Jennie her favourite chocolates (which wasn't available in her town) back home whenever he came back. Her mother, Sasha Mirelle, was taller than the average woman with an average build. She worked as a professor in a local college. She was hardworking and loving. Jennie adored both her parents.
When Jennie turned five, her uncle had a kid and she finally had someone to play with. She adored the baby boy, named Niall, and played with him all the time. Though they grew up in different towns, they had a really close bond. Before she turned nine, Riley, Niall's sister, was born. Everyone adored little Riley, but no one adored her more than Jennie. She was a big sister to both of her little cousins in many ways.
When she was younger, she was lot more outgoing and social. She made it her personal mission to befriend everyone in class. Jennie made a lot of friends, but none of them were close enough to her for Jennie to say she had a best friend. That changed as she grew up. She was still the same chaotic girl with the loud laughs, but she stopped trying to be everyone's friend. She became close to quite a few people, still a lot if you think about it, but they were all people she cared a lot about.
As she grew up, Jennie and her parents noticed strange happenings whenever she got emotional. Jars spontaneously bursting, furniture moving when no one had even touched them and sometimes, the lights would would burn out! Her parents including herself were extremely confused. They weren't particularly religious, so thankfully, they didn't think their daughter was cursed.
Their confusions were cleared (or ten times more intensified) when a strange guest in a cloak arrived with a letter in his hand. The man spent the next hour explaining magic and the concept of 'wizarding school' to her wide-eyed parents and herself. They were close to turning the man away but he had so much proof on the existence of magic that it was hard not to believe him! In the end, her parents complied, and from that moment began Jennie's journey to becoming a witch.
When Jennie came to terms with the fact that she was going to a wizarding school, she was afraid that she wouldn't fit in with so many extraordinary people in the same place. Most of them already knew about magic and had a head start, but Jennie was determined—like always—to make the most of it.
First Instance of Magic:ReducioJennie was a smart but carefree girl. She didn't bother with studied all that much, and if there was one thing her parents were strict about, it was studies.
One day, when she came home with her test results and she had almost failed in one of the subjects, her parents lashed out. It was a big fight which started with her decline in academics and ended in her apparent 'arrogant' attitude.
Jennie got really mad. She stormed upstairs to her bedroom and just as she was about to open the door, the door slammed open on its own with a loud 'BANG'. The door even fell loose at its hinges. She was seven when this happened.
STATUS: Pending, Elena, February 02nd
-Please have your encyclopedia match the backstory featured on the application!!
-Your trunk code cannot possess tables, please remove those.
-Please give us more informations about her parent's reaction to her using magic! Additionally, as she is a muggleborn, a delegate from Hogwarts would have been sent to personally hand her the acceptance letter, and explain everything to her parents and herself. Give us more details on that!
STATUS: Approved, Elena, February 03rd
Last edited by Jennie Mirelle on 3 Feb 2026, 10:10, edited 2 times in total.
To be carefree is to dance in the rain rather than waiting for the storm to pass
Index Registration
Character name:
Melanie Brown
School Year:
First
Link to the character page:
(Here)
Character statistics:
Stamina: 3 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 6 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 5
Character Special Race/Talent:
Dhampir
↓ Application ↓
First Instance of Magic:
Character Backstory:
Melanie Brown
School Year:
First
Link to the character page:
(Here)
Character statistics:
Stamina: 3 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 6 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 5
Character Special Race/Talent:
Dhampir
↓ Application ↓
Reducio
Melanie has been sensitive to sunlight since birth. When she was 6 years old, she went on vacation to Spain with her family. After a few days, Melanie ended up in a Muggle hospital with pain, burning, and red skin in areas exposed to the sun. However, doctors found no diseases or abnormalities.
After returning, Melanie's father contacted many wizards, but for a long time, none of them could help. Eventually, he found a wizard who advised him to take Melanie to St. Mungo's Hospital, where they would examine her for a curse or magical illness. Melanie spent about a week at St. Mungo's, but due to her young age, she didn't remember anything from her stay. During her stay, it was discovered that Melanie had been bitten by a vampire, which caused her to be born a Dhampir. Thanks to one of Melanie's father's colleagues, who had access to old files, it was found out that a former Ministry of Magic employee, who had been fired by him, had taken revenge on the family by attacking Melanie. The attack occurred during a trip with her mother, and Melanie's mother, not fully understanding what had happened and not wanting to worry him, had concealed the attack from her husband. Despite attempts, no doctor managed to change her condition, and Melanie began to come to terms with being a Dhampir.
One of the most problematic things about being a Dhampir for Melanie was her fangs. It was because, when most of her permanent teeth had grown in, the gaps where her fangs were made it hard for her to make friends. Most children living near Melanie's family home laughed at her. So, she avoided her peers and spent time alone or with her family.
Over time, Melanie learned to control her fangs, but the feeling of being different and rejected by her peers remained. Her parents supported her and explained that she was special, and it was a gift, but Melanie wasn't always sure and often felt bad. The girl, wanting to understand her nature, began reading about vampires and Dhampirs. She found out that Dhampirs often possess exceptional abilities. However, it didn't change her fear that she would be alone for the rest of her life and no one would want to be friends with her.
This state of affairs lasted until the summer of 2023, when Melanie's mom enrolled her in drama classes. It was there, during preparations for the play that was to be performed at the end of summer, that the girl met her friends, Harry, Emily, and Ethan. They accepted her as she was, although they didn't really know why Melanie had gaps between her teeth.
Another unusual thing was her unhealthy fascination with blood. Luckily, Melanie learned to control this urge, although it wasn't always easy. One time, when Oliver (her older brother) fell and scraped his knee, and when Melanie approached to help him up, she felt a sudden, almost irresistible urge to drink his blood. The smell of blood was hypnotic. She stepped back, clenched her teeth, and looked away. Her mother, who had already approached them, gave her a searching look, but Melanie quickly went home, pretending she was going for a bandage.
It was one of the tougher moments. But with time, practice, and family support, she learned to hide this instinct so as not to harm anyone.
After returning, Melanie's father contacted many wizards, but for a long time, none of them could help. Eventually, he found a wizard who advised him to take Melanie to St. Mungo's Hospital, where they would examine her for a curse or magical illness. Melanie spent about a week at St. Mungo's, but due to her young age, she didn't remember anything from her stay. During her stay, it was discovered that Melanie had been bitten by a vampire, which caused her to be born a Dhampir. Thanks to one of Melanie's father's colleagues, who had access to old files, it was found out that a former Ministry of Magic employee, who had been fired by him, had taken revenge on the family by attacking Melanie. The attack occurred during a trip with her mother, and Melanie's mother, not fully understanding what had happened and not wanting to worry him, had concealed the attack from her husband. Despite attempts, no doctor managed to change her condition, and Melanie began to come to terms with being a Dhampir.
One of the most problematic things about being a Dhampir for Melanie was her fangs. It was because, when most of her permanent teeth had grown in, the gaps where her fangs were made it hard for her to make friends. Most children living near Melanie's family home laughed at her. So, she avoided her peers and spent time alone or with her family.
Over time, Melanie learned to control her fangs, but the feeling of being different and rejected by her peers remained. Her parents supported her and explained that she was special, and it was a gift, but Melanie wasn't always sure and often felt bad. The girl, wanting to understand her nature, began reading about vampires and Dhampirs. She found out that Dhampirs often possess exceptional abilities. However, it didn't change her fear that she would be alone for the rest of her life and no one would want to be friends with her.
This state of affairs lasted until the summer of 2023, when Melanie's mom enrolled her in drama classes. It was there, during preparations for the play that was to be performed at the end of summer, that the girl met her friends, Harry, Emily, and Ethan. They accepted her as she was, although they didn't really know why Melanie had gaps between her teeth.
Another unusual thing was her unhealthy fascination with blood. Luckily, Melanie learned to control this urge, although it wasn't always easy. One time, when Oliver (her older brother) fell and scraped his knee, and when Melanie approached to help him up, she felt a sudden, almost irresistible urge to drink his blood. The smell of blood was hypnotic. She stepped back, clenched her teeth, and looked away. Her mother, who had already approached them, gave her a searching look, but Melanie quickly went home, pretending she was going for a bandage.
It was one of the tougher moments. But with time, practice, and family support, she learned to hide this instinct so as not to harm anyone.
First Instance of Magic:
Reducio
When Melanie was 5, her brother took her last favorite cookie. The girl started crying, and suddenly the kitchen table lifted into the air and then flew out the window with a bang. When her family recovered from the shock, her father hugged her tight and promised her a whole jar of cookies. For days afterwards, her parents walked around with huge grins on their faces. Now Melanie's curious about her own magic and really hopes she'll be a great witch.
Character Backstory:
Reducio
Melanie lived with her parents in a small town where life was pretty normal - except for the magic part. Her father, Edward, is a wizard - he works at the Ministry of Magic, so magic was always a part of Melanie's life. Her mom, Sophie, is a Muggle and runs a bakery where Melanie often helped out, whipping up treats for the townspeople. Her specialty is all sorts of tarts and cakes, which always turn out delicious. She has an older brother, Oliver, who is two years her senior, inherited magical abilities and attends Hogwarts. In her hometown Melanie has only three friends, Harry, Emily, and Ethan, but they get along great. Her friends have no idea she's a half-blood, and aren't connected to magic in any way, but Melanie's totally fine with that. They hang out at the local café and have movie nights at each other's houses. Melanie loves hanging out with her friends, but there are days when she just wants to be alone and recharge. She goes to the forest, to her favorite and rarely visited clearing. The clearing is covered with light, wildly green grass in summer and spring, leaves and needles from nearby trees in autumn, and snow that crunches with every step in winter. Melanie usually visits the clearing to read, draw, or observe nature in peace and quiet.
STATUS: Pending, Meiyu, 2nd February
- As there are no other mentions of Melanie's parents being Damphirs, it would mean she was turned. Due to this, please elaborate how Melaine was turned.
- Your character back-story should be 220 words, excluding the First Instance of Magic. Currently, it is 136 words. In your character back-story, you can tell us about Melanie's lift before Hogwarts, who her parents are etc.
STATUS: Pending, Meiyu, 4th February
- For Melanie to be a Damphir while her parents aren't, she would have had to be turned. Please provide an instance where Melanie was turned. For more information, please read our information on Damphir's which can be found here. It would not present itself as a curse, meaning she would have to have been bitten by another Damphir.
STATUS: Pending, Elena, 09th February
- Only one more detail before we can validate you! Your character's backstory in your encyclopedia does not match your application! Please fix it by copypasting it into your encyclopedia.
STATUS: Approved, Elena, 26th February 2025
Last edited by Melanie Brown on 5 Feb 2026, 06:53, edited 3 times in total.
Index Registration
Character name (First and last name): Lya Blackwood
School Year or Adult Level: First year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? No
Link to the character page: Here
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 4 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 6 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 6
Character Special Race/Talent: Human
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
Blackwood L.
School Year or Adult Level: First year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? No
Link to the character page: Here
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 4 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 6 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 6
Character Special Race/Talent: Human
Character Backstory:
Reducio
Lya grew up in a renovated townhouse in the center of London. Her parents are aurors, and used to tell her the tales of their many adventures. Sometimes dangerous, yes, but always thrilling. Her eyes shone when her dad described a Hungarian horntail, and when her mother explained how they cornered a dark wizard in Ireland.
She didn't know yet what she wanted to do later, but she was sure of one thing : it would be anything but boring, desk work. She would spend her time in the garden, looking for bugs, playing with mud, and even climbing trees (she got a broken arm out of it, but hey, the view was worth it).
Her older brother, Oliver, was much more pragmatic. He took life as it came, his expectations never too high. He is two years older than Lya, and loves to tease her relentlessly, by ruffling her hair or poking her sides. But he's also fiercely protective of her. No one messes with his sister, even though he'll never admit it.
The family cat, Pumpkin, brings chaos into this otherwise perfectly wise family.
At Hogwarts, being sorted into Gryffindor was no surprise, since her father had been one. She loved the castle, and her eyes were stuck to the starry ceiling most of the time during her first dinner in the Great Hall. She hoped to make friends, and collect as many things as she could from the castle, and the grounds.
She didn't know yet what she wanted to do later, but she was sure of one thing : it would be anything but boring, desk work. She would spend her time in the garden, looking for bugs, playing with mud, and even climbing trees (she got a broken arm out of it, but hey, the view was worth it).
Her older brother, Oliver, was much more pragmatic. He took life as it came, his expectations never too high. He is two years older than Lya, and loves to tease her relentlessly, by ruffling her hair or poking her sides. But he's also fiercely protective of her. No one messes with his sister, even though he'll never admit it.
The family cat, Pumpkin, brings chaos into this otherwise perfectly wise family.
At Hogwarts, being sorted into Gryffindor was no surprise, since her father had been one. She loved the castle, and her eyes were stuck to the starry ceiling most of the time during her first dinner in the Great Hall. She hoped to make friends, and collect as many things as she could from the castle, and the grounds.
First Instance of Magic:
Reducio
Lya was three and a half when she used magic for the first time. She had been playing with Oliver, and she became frustrated. Her brother kept stealing her blocks from her. She shouted at him and one of the blocks lit on fire. Oliver shouted for their parents, and when they arrived, they extinguished the flame and reassured their little girl. They were proud she had discovered magic, and sent owls to all their friends to tell them.
STATUS: Pending, Meiyu, 2nd February
- Lya is a little too young for her first instance. Typically, the First Instance occurs between the ages of 3 - 8.
- Please make sure the information in your application matches what is in your encyclopaedia as the FIOM is different to what was applied for.
STATUS: Pending, Elena, 3rd February
- Thank you for making the edits required of you above, only a tiny thing left! We would need you to create a trunk, with in it your character's statistics as well as a spot for future abilities. Informations can be found here.
STATUS: Approved, Elena, 9th February
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Blackwood L.
Index Registration
Character name (First and last name): Diana Roberts
School Year or Adult Level: First year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? I don't think so
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=43782
Character Statistics: Stamina: 4 Evasion: 5 Strength: 1 Wisdom: 9 ArcPower: 6 Accuracy: 5
Character Special Race/Talent: Seer
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year or Adult Level: First year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? I don't think so
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=43782
Character Statistics: Stamina: 4 Evasion: 5 Strength: 1 Wisdom: 9 ArcPower: 6 Accuracy: 5
Character Special Race/Talent: Seer
Reducio
No one knows when the first Seer in the Roberts family came to be, but everyone knew that Diana's grandmother, Margaret, was the last known Seer in the Roberts family. However, something strange seemed to be happening to Diana during the Christmas of her seventh year in life, or rather, that was when she realized that her intuition is much stronger than she ever thought it was. Never in her life did she expect, nor believe, that she could see the future. If anything, she has always assumed the opposite — that the moments when things go “right” for her are the result of coincidence, careful thinking, or sheer luck, which, ironically, started happening during the Christmas of her seventh year in life.
After that Christmas, Diana displayed a tendency to pause at unexpected moments. She would stop mid-step without understanding why. Sometimes, her route from school would be a lot longer than the route she would normally take. Sometimes she would even abandon an action moments before it would have resulted in trouble. The weirdest thing was that none of these events, or "pauses", were ever accompanied by images, voices, or knowledge of what would occur. Instead, they came as an indistinct sense of discomfort — a feeling that something was not quite right, followed by a quiet urge to move or wait.
Whenever this type of behavior happened, people around her attributed it to thoughtfulness or overthinking, and Diana always accepted this explanation. Her parents even told her this once when they first discovered this strange behavior, but Margaret knew exactly what was happening and told Diana. Diana knew it was a possibility, but didn't believe that what her grandmother was telling her was true.
Diana never experienced visions, dreams, or episodes of altered awareness, nor did she believe these instincts were meaningful beyond the immediate moment, even after what her grandmother explained to her. Often, she only realized their significance in hindsight, when an avoided situation later proved to have ended poorly or when a delayed action turned out to have been the safer choice. Which is when Diana began realizing that her grandmother was possibly right, and that she, too, might be a Seer.
When Diana reached the age of eleven, these experiences became slightly more frequent, but never more dramatic. Diana does not recall a single defining moment where her intuition “saved” her in a way that could not be dismissed as chance. Instead, her life has been shaped by a pattern of small adjustments; for example, she'd stand in the right place at the right time, or would avoid being in that place altogether because it turned out to be the wrong place and the wrong time. She has never attempted to rely on these instincts deliberately, as they cannot be summoned or controlled. At best, they occur unexpectedly; at worst, they fail to appear at all.
Moreover, Diana doesn't act on the information she doesn't have or if she doesn't have enough. When her behavior changes, it is because of her instinct, and she does so without justification and without attempting to rationalize outcomes afterward. Beyond what she can observe, Diana doesn't claim insight into events, people, or intentions. Her instincts do not provide her with answers, warnings of specific danger, or certainty of outcome — only the subtle sense that something should be done differently.
After that Christmas, Diana displayed a tendency to pause at unexpected moments. She would stop mid-step without understanding why. Sometimes, her route from school would be a lot longer than the route she would normally take. Sometimes she would even abandon an action moments before it would have resulted in trouble. The weirdest thing was that none of these events, or "pauses", were ever accompanied by images, voices, or knowledge of what would occur. Instead, they came as an indistinct sense of discomfort — a feeling that something was not quite right, followed by a quiet urge to move or wait.
Whenever this type of behavior happened, people around her attributed it to thoughtfulness or overthinking, and Diana always accepted this explanation. Her parents even told her this once when they first discovered this strange behavior, but Margaret knew exactly what was happening and told Diana. Diana knew it was a possibility, but didn't believe that what her grandmother was telling her was true.
Diana never experienced visions, dreams, or episodes of altered awareness, nor did she believe these instincts were meaningful beyond the immediate moment, even after what her grandmother explained to her. Often, she only realized their significance in hindsight, when an avoided situation later proved to have ended poorly or when a delayed action turned out to have been the safer choice. Which is when Diana began realizing that her grandmother was possibly right, and that she, too, might be a Seer.
When Diana reached the age of eleven, these experiences became slightly more frequent, but never more dramatic. Diana does not recall a single defining moment where her intuition “saved” her in a way that could not be dismissed as chance. Instead, her life has been shaped by a pattern of small adjustments; for example, she'd stand in the right place at the right time, or would avoid being in that place altogether because it turned out to be the wrong place and the wrong time. She has never attempted to rely on these instincts deliberately, as they cannot be summoned or controlled. At best, they occur unexpectedly; at worst, they fail to appear at all.
Moreover, Diana doesn't act on the information she doesn't have or if she doesn't have enough. When her behavior changes, it is because of her instinct, and she does so without justification and without attempting to rationalize outcomes afterward. Beyond what she can observe, Diana doesn't claim insight into events, people, or intentions. Her instincts do not provide her with answers, warnings of specific danger, or certainty of outcome — only the subtle sense that something should be done differently.
Character Backstory:
Reducio
On September 10, 2013, Hannah Roberts, a half-blood witch, and Michael Roberts, a half-blood wizard, welcomed a baby girl named Diana into the family. Diana was raised in a small but comfortable flat located in the muggle part of Walthamstow, England. Hannah works as a librarian, and Michael works as a science teacher at a local secondary school. Although both of them were part of the wizarding world, they lived mostly among Muggles and preferred a quieter life away from magical society.
Diana lived a fairly ordinary life before Hogwarts. She attended a local primary school, spent a lot of time reading or drawing, and preferred listening to conversations rather than leading them. When it came to mentions of magic, her parents were careful, not wanting to overwhelm her with everything, so they let her grow up normally. Aside from this, she knew magic existed, but it was rarely discussed in detail, and never treated as something dramatic or special.
Diana was close with her parents, but was probably even closer with her grandmother Margaret. Diana often visited her, since she lived nearby and doted on her endlessly. While growing up, Diana was thoughtful and observant, sometimes seeming older than her age. Diana was seven when she had gotten her first instance of magic, and after that, growing up in a magical household her entire life, she knew she was a witch. She asked her parents about stories about Hogwarts and knew that she'd love the place no matter what.
Diana lived a fairly ordinary life before Hogwarts. She attended a local primary school, spent a lot of time reading or drawing, and preferred listening to conversations rather than leading them. When it came to mentions of magic, her parents were careful, not wanting to overwhelm her with everything, so they let her grow up normally. Aside from this, she knew magic existed, but it was rarely discussed in detail, and never treated as something dramatic or special.
Diana was close with her parents, but was probably even closer with her grandmother Margaret. Diana often visited her, since she lived nearby and doted on her endlessly. While growing up, Diana was thoughtful and observant, sometimes seeming older than her age. Diana was seven when she had gotten her first instance of magic, and after that, growing up in a magical household her entire life, she knew she was a witch. She asked her parents about stories about Hogwarts and knew that she'd love the place no matter what.
First Instance of Magic:
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Diana was seven the first time magic answered her without permission.
It happened on a wet November evening, the kind where the sky pressed low against the windows and everything felt too loud. It was one of those days when she felt like having cake before dinner, but her parents wouldn't let her, so she threw a tantrum—and the feeling built fast in her chest: hot, tight, frightening. She ran into the living room, crouched down near the glass coffee table, and she tried to keep her emotions under control, but a sharp snap was heard; the coffee table had a long crack in the middle.
It took Diana a moment for her to comprehend what had just happened. She had cracked the coffee table, without meaning to. Her parents soon rushed in, both fully knowing what had happened before they even saw it. Hannah carefully explained to Diana that she had just had her first instance of accidental magic and that she was a witch.
Later that night, Diana couldn't sleep. The events of that night were still playing in her head. She was a witch, and she had accidentally broken the coffee table.
It happened on a wet November evening, the kind where the sky pressed low against the windows and everything felt too loud. It was one of those days when she felt like having cake before dinner, but her parents wouldn't let her, so she threw a tantrum—and the feeling built fast in her chest: hot, tight, frightening. She ran into the living room, crouched down near the glass coffee table, and she tried to keep her emotions under control, but a sharp snap was heard; the coffee table had a long crack in the middle.
It took Diana a moment for her to comprehend what had just happened. She had cracked the coffee table, without meaning to. Her parents soon rushed in, both fully knowing what had happened before they even saw it. Hannah carefully explained to Diana that she had just had her first instance of accidental magic and that she was a witch.
Later that night, Diana couldn't sleep. The events of that night were still playing in her head. She was a witch, and she had accidentally broken the coffee table.
STATUS: Approved, Meiyu, 2nd February
Diana • Ravenclaw
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Character name (First and last name): Evaline Valerie Hawthorne
School Year or Adult Level: First year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? If approved as dhampir, I need to change my blood status to half-bred, and If I could, chance my nationality to Russain, since it fits better with her story line?
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=43685
Character Statistics: Your stat total should be 35 if fully human, 30 if you have a special ability/race.
If Dhampir:
Stamina: 4
Accuracy: 8
Evasion: 6
Arcane Power: 7
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 3
Character Special Race/Talent:
Application for being a Dhamir:
Backstory:
FIOM:
Nothing is more hateful to wisdom than excessive cleverness- Edgar Allan Poe, The Purloined Letter.∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
" I don't care what you think, as long as it's about me"
School Year or Adult Level: First year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? If approved as dhampir, I need to change my blood status to half-bred, and If I could, chance my nationality to Russain, since it fits better with her story line?
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=43685
Character Statistics: Your stat total should be 35 if fully human, 30 if you have a special ability/race.
If Dhampir:
Stamina: 4
Accuracy: 8
Evasion: 6
Arcane Power: 7
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 3
Character Special Race/Talent:
Application for being a Dhamir:
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Evaline was born into the Hawthorne family when they were at their most powerful - though honestly, they'd been calling themselves 'preeminent' for so long, who knows if it was even true anymore. Old family. Like, really old - the kind where every portrait in the hallway judges you for using the wrong fork. Centuries ago, it started from one of her ancestors, Gideon Hawthorne, from England, coming to Russia, where he met Tatiana Vasiliev, Evalines great-great-great great ( you get the idea) grandmother. They settled down in Russia, and had many kids, all with superlative magic. Gideon was very poor, and drew him to make a vow, to make his heirs, his blood the most prominent in Russia. The Hawthornes were known for two things above all else: power, and secrecy. The family kept track of bloodlines like some people collect stamps - obsessively and with way too much detail. The elders planned everything: who married whom, who got what, who'd carry on the name. Which made the truth of Evaline’s ancestry all the more dangerous.
Then, everything changed. Dmitri Hawthorne, Evalines great- grandfather, was sick of it. He vanished from public records. On the records, it said he died young. Drowned, in his own lake. In reality, he had fallen in love with a mysterious girl with flaming red hair, and eloped with her, leaving the family in shambles. When he returned years later, changed, and bound by blood, and most of all, with a young son, and his wife, a vampyre, Lilith. The Hawthornes Elders tried to cover it up, and even tried so far as trying to oblivate Dmirti, and shun Lilith away. They failed, so the most they could do was take Alaric, their 3 year old son, and raise him as their own, not informing him of his origin. And everything was well.
Or so they believed. Alaric, Evalines grandfather, found out about his mother, and well...he wasn't quite happy. He married Maryia, her grandmother, a powerful witch, who also had Vampric blood, and they had Nikoli, Evalines father. He carried 50% vampiric blood. He had 7 sons, and they had very minimal vampiric blood in them.
Then, Evaline was born.
From the start, something was off about her. Unsettling. She was unnaturally quiet as an infant. Didn’t even cry when she was born. She stared without blinking. Evaline was unnaturally pale, no matter the season. The nannies and nurses would complain about feeling watched when she was in the room. Never really stayed for too long. When magical examinations were performed on her, it revealed an anomaly in her, not corruption, or sickness, but something foreign.
Dusty records were opened, and true resurfaced. Her parents, Nikoli and Anastasia Hawthorne were advanced in the sense of age, and magic. Her parents didn't freak out - they started planning. Because that's what Hawthornes do: they scheme. They conversed with the elders, and they decided to not tell her until she got her letter from Hogwarts. They could not risk her being a squib. This wasn’t a curse to them, this was something to control. When Evaline was four, she was transferred to the care of her brother, Hugh, and her sister-in-law, Alara. They were loyal and discreet about the family's interests. She grew up alongside her nieces and nephews, her 7 brothers and their wives. Under their care, she was raised differently. She was taught restraint, before anything else. Her dhampir traits advanced slowly. Her pupils would narrow into slits, and redden slightly around the edges when she was aggravated. Her senses sharpened. Prolonged sunlight caused her to get rashes and burns. When she was startled, her pupils would expand completely into black. She had figured out herself, what she is. When her parents called her over and told her, on the day she had gotten her letter from Hogwarts, she merely shrugged.
She had never needed blood, nor drank from another person, and vowed to herself that she never would. Sometimes she would have a blood pop or two, but she never felt compelled to have too many. She stuck to normal candy, thank you very much. Her fangs remain concealed. She had two fake canines, right where her fangs were supposed to be. When they popped out, it would knock the fake teeth out. Evaline hated having gaps, so she requested the fake teeth from her brother. Evaline possesses a predatory intuition she cannot fully suppress. She notices heartbeats in silence. She senses fear before it is spoken. When angered, her magic becomes unstable, overly forceful, and dangerously precise. Everyone just thinks she's that weird smart kid - you know, the sharp tonged pale ones, who says things that make you uncomfortable but you can't figure out why. Her fangs remain concealed, hidden by an allusion. Unsheathed only by reflex, and even then quickly hidden. Evaline plans to master both sides of herself, at Hogwarts. The talented witch, and the eager dhampir. Whatever sleeps in her blood will forever remain obedient.
Then, everything changed. Dmitri Hawthorne, Evalines great- grandfather, was sick of it. He vanished from public records. On the records, it said he died young. Drowned, in his own lake. In reality, he had fallen in love with a mysterious girl with flaming red hair, and eloped with her, leaving the family in shambles. When he returned years later, changed, and bound by blood, and most of all, with a young son, and his wife, a vampyre, Lilith. The Hawthornes Elders tried to cover it up, and even tried so far as trying to oblivate Dmirti, and shun Lilith away. They failed, so the most they could do was take Alaric, their 3 year old son, and raise him as their own, not informing him of his origin. And everything was well.
Or so they believed. Alaric, Evalines grandfather, found out about his mother, and well...he wasn't quite happy. He married Maryia, her grandmother, a powerful witch, who also had Vampric blood, and they had Nikoli, Evalines father. He carried 50% vampiric blood. He had 7 sons, and they had very minimal vampiric blood in them.
Then, Evaline was born.
From the start, something was off about her. Unsettling. She was unnaturally quiet as an infant. Didn’t even cry when she was born. She stared without blinking. Evaline was unnaturally pale, no matter the season. The nannies and nurses would complain about feeling watched when she was in the room. Never really stayed for too long. When magical examinations were performed on her, it revealed an anomaly in her, not corruption, or sickness, but something foreign.
Dusty records were opened, and true resurfaced. Her parents, Nikoli and Anastasia Hawthorne were advanced in the sense of age, and magic. Her parents didn't freak out - they started planning. Because that's what Hawthornes do: they scheme. They conversed with the elders, and they decided to not tell her until she got her letter from Hogwarts. They could not risk her being a squib. This wasn’t a curse to them, this was something to control. When Evaline was four, she was transferred to the care of her brother, Hugh, and her sister-in-law, Alara. They were loyal and discreet about the family's interests. She grew up alongside her nieces and nephews, her 7 brothers and their wives. Under their care, she was raised differently. She was taught restraint, before anything else. Her dhampir traits advanced slowly. Her pupils would narrow into slits, and redden slightly around the edges when she was aggravated. Her senses sharpened. Prolonged sunlight caused her to get rashes and burns. When she was startled, her pupils would expand completely into black. She had figured out herself, what she is. When her parents called her over and told her, on the day she had gotten her letter from Hogwarts, she merely shrugged.
She had never needed blood, nor drank from another person, and vowed to herself that she never would. Sometimes she would have a blood pop or two, but she never felt compelled to have too many. She stuck to normal candy, thank you very much. Her fangs remain concealed. She had two fake canines, right where her fangs were supposed to be. When they popped out, it would knock the fake teeth out. Evaline hated having gaps, so she requested the fake teeth from her brother. Evaline possesses a predatory intuition she cannot fully suppress. She notices heartbeats in silence. She senses fear before it is spoken. When angered, her magic becomes unstable, overly forceful, and dangerously precise. Everyone just thinks she's that weird smart kid - you know, the sharp tonged pale ones, who says things that make you uncomfortable but you can't figure out why. Her fangs remain concealed, hidden by an allusion. Unsheathed only by reflex, and even then quickly hidden. Evaline plans to master both sides of herself, at Hogwarts. The talented witch, and the eager dhampir. Whatever sleeps in her blood will forever remain obedient.
Backstory:
Reducio
Evaline Valerie Hawthorne was brought into this world on a storm-softened summer night, in the east wing of the Hawthorne estate, in Санкт-Петербург, St.Petersburg. The house had existed longer than most of the streets around it, its walls lined with portraits that watched new generations arrive with quiet judgment. She was the last child of two, very old, very influential witch and wizard, who lived most of their lives before she had taken her first breath. By the time Evaline was born, her mother, Anastasia’s hair was already threaded with grey, and her father, Nikoli’s hands were already trembling when he held her. She arrived small, sharp-eyed, pale, and strangely alert. The healers said she barely cried. Instead, she stared. Her brothers, seven of them, had been born years before her, raised in splendor and expectation. When Evaline came along, they were all grown and influential wizards. Some were studying, some were traveling, and some worked in the Ministry. To them, she was less a sister, and more a miraculous daughter. A fragile, luminous thing, in pink fur blankets, with her family’s legacy on her tiny shoulders. But, they adored her. From the second she could walk, Evaline was a whirlwind of chaos. She was untameable and fiery, and her family loved that. She was controlled, in different aspects, given her blood, but she never dwelled much on the thought. When she was four, her parents healthy declined, and she was sent off to live with Hugh, her brother,and his wife Alara, in London. It wasn’t because she was unloved, no never that. Her parents couldn't control the whirlwind she was becoming. They had houses all over the world, and the London one was her favorite. It was smaller, yes but it was more home to her than anything she ever knew. All her brothers played a part in her personality and her upbringing. Some snuck her into restricted areas, some taught her jinxs and hexes, some sat her down and made her recite Magic Theory, over and over again. They spoiled her shamelessly, everything she owned was pink and black, either silk, lace or fur. They taught her how to duel, with toy wands that she either broke, or made explode 5 minutes later after getting it. Alara, her sister in law was muggle born, and so Hugh made sure to keep her educated on everything. She was never really foreign to anything muggle, and she loved it. Her parents loved, of course, but distantly. They visited often, from Russia, bringing her love and gifts, and mini guillotines for her dolls. Hugh and Alara were like her parents. Hugh taught her discipline, and magical history, and Alara taught her how to be a little witch, how to do a curtsy while secretly hexing someone, the art of smiling sweetly while planning 6 steps ahead. Her other brothers, Viktor, Dante, Ian, Enoch, Edmund, and Royce, visited often, leaving behind an imprint in her mind every time they did. And with that came confidence, sharp, theatrical confidence. She learned to speak beautifully, to walk like she owned the room, to smile like she knew something you didn’t. In her community she became instantly popular: dazzling, strange, magnetic. She made friends easily, but only kept the ones who amused her, intrigued her, or challenged her. She had 3 nieces, all younger than her, 2, 6, 10, but it was her nephew, Hugh and Alaras son, Teddy, who was older than her by 2 years who she really was friends with. They were best friends in every way of the name.
Her brothers wanted to hide her away from the word, of course, but they never did. They encouraged her to go outside, and make friends.
She also had a best friend, Cher. She was a muggle-born witch, and the complete opposite of Evie. She was blonde, and bright, and an absolute bottle of sunshine. Evaline hated sunshine naturally. So of course, they became best friends. Evaline would do the most inane things, while Cher was trying to pull her back, while getting roped into it herself. By the time she got her letter from hogwarts, Evaline was a half- legend amongst her family. She was a sharp, unstable, unpolished little jewel, Under the glamour and arrogance, though, lived a child who had been raised by expectations and half-finished goodbyes. A girl who joked about chaos because stillness frightened her. And so Evaline became what she is now:
She's brilliant, sure, but also the kind of person who'd probably burn down a library just to see how the flames looked.
Basically, she grew up with enough love to feel invincible and enough freedom to become a problem.
Her brothers wanted to hide her away from the word, of course, but they never did. They encouraged her to go outside, and make friends.
She also had a best friend, Cher. She was a muggle-born witch, and the complete opposite of Evie. She was blonde, and bright, and an absolute bottle of sunshine. Evaline hated sunshine naturally. So of course, they became best friends. Evaline would do the most inane things, while Cher was trying to pull her back, while getting roped into it herself. By the time she got her letter from hogwarts, Evaline was a half- legend amongst her family. She was a sharp, unstable, unpolished little jewel, Under the glamour and arrogance, though, lived a child who had been raised by expectations and half-finished goodbyes. A girl who joked about chaos because stillness frightened her. And so Evaline became what she is now:
She's brilliant, sure, but also the kind of person who'd probably burn down a library just to see how the flames looked.
Basically, she grew up with enough love to feel invincible and enough freedom to become a problem.
FIOM:
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The first time she did something magical, by herself,( she was 8 ) was when muggle boy cornered and begun to tease one of her best friends, Cher, for being a witch. Evaline was walking home from the store when she saw. She snapped back, sharp, relentless, and furious.
As her thoughts raced, the air around her crackled. Windows rattled. A nearby stack of stones lifted and scattered violently across the ground, stopping inches from the muggle boys foot. The silence afterward was absolute.
Evaline stood there, heart racing, not scared, but thrilled. She understood complete, she had enough older siblings. She was a witch! She looked shakily at Cher, who looked pointedly at the boy , who watched with wide eyes. Evaline couldn't hold it, she ran back home, and banged on the door of the manor. " HUGHHHHHHH! IT HAPPENED!!!" she basically screamed. Her older brother, and his wife, Alara, opened the door. Evaline jumped into her brothers arms.
" I'm so proud, Evie!" He said, holding her close.
" Alara was watching, and the muggle boy was obliverated"
Even though she was mostly pure blood, there was always a chance for being a squib. But she wasn't! She was a witch! And she was going to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry!
As her thoughts raced, the air around her crackled. Windows rattled. A nearby stack of stones lifted and scattered violently across the ground, stopping inches from the muggle boys foot. The silence afterward was absolute.
Evaline stood there, heart racing, not scared, but thrilled. She understood complete, she had enough older siblings. She was a witch! She looked shakily at Cher, who looked pointedly at the boy , who watched with wide eyes. Evaline couldn't hold it, she ran back home, and banged on the door of the manor. " HUGHHHHHHH! IT HAPPENED!!!" she basically screamed. Her older brother, and his wife, Alara, opened the door. Evaline jumped into her brothers arms.
" I'm so proud, Evie!" He said, holding her close.
" Alara was watching, and the muggle boy was obliverated"
Even though she was mostly pure blood, there was always a chance for being a squib. But she wasn't! She was a witch! And she was going to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry!
STATUS: Pending, Meiyu, 2nd February
- There are blood-line inconsistencies with your Damphir application. As there is only one family member who was 50% Damphir 50% human, it does not make sense that after generations Damphir-ism would suddenly present itself in Evaline. Please edit this to align with our site-lore regarding Damphirs which can be found here.
- As your would like your character's nationality to be Russian, please provide some reasoning as to Evaline's relocation to the United Kingdom which would then enable her to attend Hogwarts.
- A Ministry of Magic worker is very unlikely to apparate and intervene, nor is it likely they would use a memory spell for Evaline's sake. Please amend this and feel free to use this guide to assist you with the first instance.
- Please only provide stats for one reason, as you have applied for a special race, there is no need for two stat variations.
STATUS: Approved, Meiyu, 4th February
Last edited by Evaline Valerie Hawthorne on 3 Feb 2026, 01:30, edited 2 times in total.
Nothing is more hateful to wisdom than excessive cleverness- Edgar Allan Poe, The Purloined Letter.∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
" I don't care what you think, as long as it's about me"
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Character name (First and last name): Flame Afterglow
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? No
Link to the character page:
Character Statistics: Stamina: 7
Evasion:5
Strength:6
Wisdom:5
Arcane Power:6
Accuracy:6
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
Someone told me I run like a girl. I said that if they ran faster they could to.
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? No
Link to the character page:
Character Statistics: Stamina: 7
Evasion:5
Strength:6
Wisdom:5
Arcane Power:6
Accuracy:6
Character Backstory:
Reducio
Flame was born in Grimsby England on September 14, 2013. She came into the world with a big smile on her face which was a surprise to her parents and the nurse who had been helping Flame's mother with her pregnancy. Her Mother (Amber Afterglow) was a witch who had went to Hogwarts (And Graduated) when she was a child. When her mother was on a trip to a different part of England she had met Aiden Smoke (A muggle). Flames mother told Aiden about being a witch after they married. They became close friends and eventually Flames parents. They agreed to live together in the wizard world. When Flame was 4 she started her first day of Kindergarten at Tuxore, school for young witches and wizards. The first friend that Flame made was a young girl named Jinx. They became close friends and grew up together as best friends. By the end of Flames first day of kindergarten she had already made friends with everyone her age and a year older. Flame first discovered soccer when she was 3 after her dad had told her about it. She started playing as soon as the summer came around and it ended up being her favorite sport. When she got back to school the next year she taught everyone how to play and you could normally find half the school playing during breaks and after school. When Flame was 7 she first did accidental magic. Growing up Flame always mad lots of friends wherever she went, but Jinx was always her best friend. When Flame got her letter to Hogwarts she was overjoyed! Until she found out that Jinx wasn't going. Jinx and Flame still keep in touch through Owl's thought so now Flame can be excited about going to Hogwarts again.
First Instance of Magic:
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Flame first did accidental magic when she was seven. She was playing Soccer with some of her friends from school. It was a pretty organized game even though they were young most of them had been playing Soccer for a while. For example Flame had been playing Soccer since she was 3 and was very good. So Flame Jinx and their friends had gone to the field after school one day and had started playing. Flames team had been winning and she was very excited. Then Jinx’s team started catching up and Flame was getting frustrated. She was so angry that as soon as the ball got passed to her and it touched her foot it went up in flames. Everyone ran away screaming but Jinx ran home and got Flames mom who came and put the flames out. Flame has always remembers that day since.
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, Feb 3
Someone told me I run like a girl. I said that if they ran faster they could to.
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Character Name | Jude Morgan
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing: No(?)
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=43885
Character Statistics: Stamina | 5, Evasion | 7, Strength | 4, Wisdom | 3, Arcane Power | 6, Accuracy | 6
Character Special Race/Talent: Seer
ReducioCharacter Backstory:Although Arabella insisted on the existence of Seers somewhere amidst the Morgan bloodline, the woman had limited proof on her side. (With that, Jude meant… no proof whatsoever.) No living Morgan had tales on the matter, and no one agreed with her views and dismissed her occasional headaches and somewhat accurate dreams as a growing desire for attention, since she was, as Mrs. and Mr. Morgan would say, “nowhere near as talented as the rest of her siblings.” Her conversations with portraits of older generations were met with skepticism.
Those humiliating words only resonated further with her parents and siblings alike as she barely managed to graduate, unable to find a good enough job suited for the Morgan name. Once Arabella developed a talent for Muggle palm-readings and oracle decks… that’s when Mr. Morgan declared her urge to embarrass her family name and legacy. And so, the topic of Seers was never brought up to them again.
Mother wasn’t at all ashamed of her heritage. In fact, she embraced it fully. Despite not being… “so obviously talented“ as other Seers in the field, she was proud of the little she had managed to predict over the years. Arabella would show her son the notebook full of examples of things she had either felt or dreamt of that had come true, and he’d smile at her, letting the woman open up about a topic she had been so berated for.
The possibility of seeing into the future and being overwhelmed with visions had never impressed Jude as much. It was nowhere near as cool as defensive spells that would blast water on a bully’s pants to make everyone laugh, or one that could tie their legs together. With so many possibilities in the wizarding world, prophecies and crystal balls had to be the most common, lamest of them all… right? After all, Mother worked with Muggles and would rant about their future nonstop while shuffling cards before their curious eyes all the time. She even dared use the word Seer in front of them, so much so that he’d made himself so used to it before Hogwarts he’d never realized it wasn’t an ability every single wizard had.
As intelligent as Mother was, sinisterly scary at times whenever her words rang true to Muggles, Jude didn’t like the thought of spending years of his life perceived as a weirdo, with his own mind against him. Besides… it felt like a scam. Knowing the future, predicting prophecies that could shape the destiny of the world. How could one person even do such a thing? Jude didn’t know.
And truthfully, he didn’t want to know.
When Ollivanders claimed his wand attracted wizards possessing divination or the legilimency gift, Jude nearly freaked out. It made his mother so happy, chatting with Ollivanders about the possibility of Seers in their lineage. Arabella was no liar, Jude knew. His mother was a great woman who also happened to struggle with her occasional dreams and how she carried herself. If she believed there were Seers in the family and insisted that said gift had been passed down to her, then so did he. He… just didn’t want to be gifted like her. If he got to choose, he’d pick something admirable, like… flying, or super speed, or… or whatever abilities a wizard could have. Seeing the future? No, thank you. Jude would pass.
Unfortunately for him, he didn’t have much of a say in it.
ReducioFirst Instance of Magic:“Mad Morgan,” that’s how mother had often been referred to by peers during her years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In reality, her name was Arabella Morgan, and she was gifted in divination. Or so she claimed to be. Although a negative reputation preceded the woman in the wizarding world, given her embarrassingly low grades and inability to function properly among wizard kind, she was well-regarded among Muggles as Miss Future, engaging with tarot readings and fortune-telling rituals for those who believed in her.
Living in Westminster, in a small but cozy apartment not so far from downtown, Arabella lived out her dream of having a peaceful life, away from the shallow worries of her pureblooded and narrow-minded family about how witches and wizards should behave. Although she had her wand with her at all times, the woman struggled with the most basic of spells, bashfully laughing it off whenever things didn’t turn out as she expected, or whenever her son stared at her with confused eyes.
From what he’s been told over the years, his mother fell in love with his father as soon as she began her tarot endeavours. William Sangster, a golden-haired skeptic who worked at a Muggle secondary school. He was the beautiful stranger who sat by the coffee shop near her place almost every day. He’d order the same thing, devouring a different philosophy book whenever Arabella set eyes on him.
It was a love story for the ages, she’d say, starry-eyed: a Muggle skeptic and a secret witch. And from that love came Jude Morgan.
To her, Jude was a constant reminder of their lost love. Skinny and lanky like his father, curly golden hair and clear-blue-sky eyes, although often shimmering with mischief, rather than eagerness to learn. The freckles around his face could be replicas of the ones Sangster sported, but all the photos of the man were far too blurry for him to compare. Whenever she caught him staring too much at his father’s pictures, Arabella would run her fingers through his hair and tell him about another one of their many romantic dates… Other than his looks, though, Jude couldn’t be more different from his father. Quick-witted and snappy, the boy couldn’t go a minute without talking, and whenever he wasn’t talking, you’d be sure to find him humming under his breath to some popular song he’d heard before. He was a noise machine, making his presence known wherever he went. More so, his clumsiness and short fuse were all gifts from his maternal side.
Mother never hid magic from him, although she had yet to prove that her divination skills were something other than a scam to pay their rent. Yes, she was a witch, but apart from a few cleaning spells here and there, the woman presented more like a Muggle than anything else. So, Jude never got to explore beyond what his mother showed him. He didn’t even get to have wizard friends! Or tell others about it. (Arabella was very serious when she warned Jude not to tell his Muggle friends about what they were able to do.) He had never even been able to cast a spell on his own.
“Oh, Ju,” Arabella had said when she found a very disappointed Jude pointing her wand at a broken vase. She didn’t look moderately mad at her vase, but seemed more interested in the tears pooling in her son’s eyes. She placed a hand on top of his curly locks, kneeling beside him. “Don’t be upset. It’s okay if you’re not a wizard… You can be just like your father that way,”
It wasn’t what he had wanted to hear.
ReducioYears passed, and he hadn’t shown a singular sign of magic. The longer it took, the more upset he got with himself. Knowing mother was a witch had been the coolest thing in his entire life, and… the chance of not being able to go to a magic school and cast spells, it lingered over Jude’s head like a grey cloud. Arabella’s attempts to encourage her son to try Muggle hobbies to find himself were only met with resistance, as the boy demanded to know more and more about the wizarding world and his wizard family.
Despite the struggles, Jude reigned victorious.
At last, after turning eight, he displayed magic in a way he’d never be able to forget. Running around the park with his classmates, in an exciting game of tag, Jude failed to put a good distance between himself and Emily Harlow and now faced the small lake blocking his path. Before the girl could lay a finger on him, however, Jude saw himself shooting up in the air. In the blink of an eye, he was on the other side of the river, as far away from her as he had wanted it.
He ran to his mother as soon as he saw her. “I’m a wizard! I’m a wizard, mum!” Jude Morgan told her in secret, eyes sparkling with excitement.
STATUS: Pending, Fire Davies, Feb 3
Looks amazing so far, absolutely love the backstory and all the details! Jude is a very cool character, but we just need a couple changes before you can officially be approved! Here is a small checklist to complete:
1. Stats - Your stats at the moment equal a total of 35, but since your applying for Seer which is counted as a special race/talent your stats need to total to 30 instead.
2. Trunk - I absolutely love the coding of the trunk, but unfortunately there are some things within it we do not permit. Please use this for reference.
And that's it! (^^) After your done making these changes please owl me so I can get you approved, I look forward to it! :3STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, 8 Feb