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ReducioBailey has always been more aware of things. This talent of sorts comes from her many many years of taekwondo and martial arts training. Taekwondo or martial arts training gave bailey the ability to defend herself, it is true, but also helped her become more aware of what she was getting herself into, and of the things around her.
As a homeschooled child, bailey was able to do her school on the train to London from Leeds every day to go to taekwondo class. She had to be aware of where she was, where the other people around her were, and how to react when someone gave her the shivers or the ick.
One time bailey was sitting on the London North Eastern Railway (LNER) heading from Leeds (Her hometown) to London, and she was working on her maths lesson. She was maybe 5 minutes into the trip, they had just pulled out of the train station. Then the hairs on her arm stood up, and she - as covertly as she could - glanced up. There was this... man. He looked perfectly normal, but she just knew there was something was off. So, trying not to look like she was nervous - because her stomach was now flipping around, tying itself in knots - she put her math notebook in her bag. She grabbed her backpack, slipped it onto her back, and grabbed her lunch bag. Holding her phone up to her ear, she acted like she was on the phone with her mum. She faked having a full on conversation, until she was a two train cars and a half away from the man. There, she found a corner right next to the loo, and sat down. It was worth the slightly not so great smell coming from the loo to be away from the man. And if he came, she could always slip inside the loo.
Thankfully the man did not appear again, and Bailey was thankful that she had moved. Her sense that something was off about the man was proved correct a few weeks later when she was reading the newspaper and saw the man's face, under 'recently arrested'.
He had been arrested on some minor count of theft, and would spend some time in prison, but this made bailey feel better about moving away from him on the train.
After this bailey learned to trust herself and her instinct more - and when she did, she started to notice more things. Little details, like a recently bloomed flower or a tree branch that was about to fall.
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Stamina: 6
Evasion: 6
Strength: 7
Wisdom: 8
ArcPower: 6
Accuracy: 7status:
Status: Approved, Beatrice, May 15
we are all born beautiful. it is a tragedy we are convinced that we are not”
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Mari from birth always knew that her parents were wizards, but her parents initially told her that the magical world was a pink world, a world in which there were no problems and a world that I would never have to worry about from the age of 7, Mari constantly listened to her mother and father talking several times about a type of magic that Mari did not understand at that time, a kind of Bad magic Mari noticed that her mother always spoke very worried and even several times scared so she went to confront her mother and ask:
-what is it that you talk so much hm bad magic
Mari's mother knew that Mari was ready to know that not everything was as she thought, Mari's mother had never told her for fear of Mari being scared of the wizarding world, or even not wanting to break up when she was older Hogwarts but it was time for Mari to know what this "bad magic" was all about. then he told her everything... When Mari found out she was scared/nervous and for about 5 minutes Mari sat down and had so many questions haunting her head... -When/if I go to hogwarts how am I going to be able to defend myself if something happens...!? (was what she cared about the most) Her mother explained to her, that she would later learn how to defend herself if something happened, at hogwarts they called her D.AD.A.
Mari was more relaxed when she found out! At home, she invented spells (which never worked), drew figures that for her would be "black figures"...
When Mari received her admission to hogwarts Mari in the first second thought: -Defense against the dark arts! Finally! Since arriving at Hogwarts, Mari has had a "library" in her part of her dorm, with only D.A.D.A. books. Mari admits that many others who were in Mari's shoes would have given up on this idea... because ever since Mari came in, she's been putting up with comments like this all along: -One from the house of the villains who likes to defend himself from his art*laughs*- said those of the other houses - Anyone on the dark side liking this subject...!? - said many others. Mari always ignored... Only once did she respond to one of these taunts... Let's.. hm..I don't remember anymore...that´s it...not talk about it! 🤗
But what Mari knew was that her house wasn't the villain's house, and that because I belonged to that house, she had to be a "villain"!? NO, ok..? No How stupid for anyone to think that! Mari has a strong personality, Tem, and she knew very well that she would fit into Slytherin because Mari saw herself there, Mari wanted to go there too! But that's not why she has to be called a villain. So Mari always wanted to learn more and more and more about D.A.D.AStatistics:Stamina:7|Evasion:6|Strength:6|Wisdom:8|ArcPower:7| Accuracy:1Status: Pending, Beatrice, May 15
A few things to change before I can approve this.
-This app is only 353 words. Ability apps need to be over 400 words to be approved. Please add more.
-Mari is a pureblood. Why would her parents hide the fact they are wizards from her?
-Please edit the fact about doing something so illegal you would need suspension. It makes the staff seem incompetent, which we are not, and wouldn't be with any child in Hogwarts care.Status: Approved, Beatrice, 16 May
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"I never tried to hide the fact that it is my intention to be the best"
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"There is no good and evil, there is only power,and those who are too weak to achieve it"
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Statistics: Stamina: 4|Evasion: 5|Strength: 5|Wisdom: 6|ArcPower: 6| Accuracy: 4
Wendy Hevens - first year ~I am learnig english so please tell me if I do something wrong~
"What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?" -Van Gogh
Name of the skill or race/talent you are applying for: Dhampir
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When Wendy was born, on the 27 february 2011, in a small hopital of London, her baby skin was verry pale and her small hair, verry black and dark. Her grandmother from her mother's side, Arabella Camponi was a vampire and her mother born nammed Lili Campon is a Dhampir. When she was a little girl, Wendy loved to play with her dolls, stuffed animals and run everywhere with them in her house. She enjoyed to walk an rest in the forest next to her house, the big trees, the leaves with a lot of colors and her big garden. But her favorite game was to make fake potions with thing she used to find in the forest live grass, fruits, flowers... When her tooths started to grow a little bit, everyone could see that they were kind of pointed. The young girl had absolutely no ideas of the existance of every thing about magic, including witches, Hogwarts, Vampire and Dhampir so she didn't thought her family had Vampires and Dhampir origins before her mom told her, when she was seven! The young girl has always felt a strange thing inside of her when poeple were bleeding, even a little bit, like a violent disgust and she vomited a lot of time because of that weird thing. One day, Wendy felt asleep with short hair and in the morning, she woke up with long hair. The little girl was shocked and scared so she told her mom and asked her what was going on! Lili started to explaid everything about magic and she toled Wendy about her Vampire secrets origins.
Here is the very old legend of the family Camponi:
It started a night of 1786, with Illyana Camponi, a young girl of 17 years old. One day, a vampire bit her and she started to have a weird feeling everytime she saw blood without understing why. 4 years latter, she was controling herself and understood that she was a vampire, she met again the vampire who turned her. She was furious against him but her anger turn to love a few years after that. One day, they maried and had a baby boy, Reyar Camponi. Reyar continued the line and maried a Vampire woman nammed Gloria Lokker. After a lot of descendents, always Vampire maried together because it was the tradition, Agatha Camponi and Elotti Azeumi had a baby girl, Arabella Camponi, Wendy's grandmother. She was supposed to continue the tradition like everyone else in her family, mary a Vampire and have babies but she fell in love whit a human, Thomas Ronney and chosed to mary him instade of a Vampire. That was a huge scandal in her family and she was banned of her house but they had a baby with her human husband, Lili Camponi. After mary William Hevens, Lili and him had a little girl, Samantha and an other one, Wendy Hevens.
Today, we can know that Wendy and her big sister Samantha have Vampire origins and are Dhapmir.
Statistics: Stamina: 4|Evasion: 5|Strength: 5|Wisdom: 6|ArcPower: 6| Accuracy: 4
Status: Pending, Beatrice, 19 May
Your stats add up to 33. You are only allowed 30 with a special race/talent. Please remove three points.
Pending (Lear) 5.26.23
- There appears to be some confusion and math difficulties with this application as well as your dhampir application. In this application, you are writing about your character without any mention of the dhampir because it needs to be approved. when it is approved you simply add the dhampir information to your bio.
- Your stats (for now) should total 35, this is in case you end up dropping your specialty race application (as some do). Your present stat total is 37. When you are approved for dhampir you would have on your dhampir application your new stat totals. This should be basically your present stats minus 5 for a total of 30. Your Dhampir application has 35. Your profile has the stats you would need once dhampir is approved, 30. Your trunk needs to match your Index Registration stat allotment. In short: change your stats in your trunk here to 35 and change the stats in this post to the same stats totaling 35. In your dhampir application post the stats you presently have in your trunk (the 30).
- We have a contradiction in your dhampir application and your bio regarding your knowledge of the existence of magic as well as knowledge of vampires and dhampirs. For the later 2, why did your parent(s) withhold this information from you. Also, you would need to have some blood sources, dhampirs do drink some blood even if it is supplementary, in fact Hogwarts even supplies students with blood to prevent 'blood baiting.' So how was your character unaware and why?
- There might be some confusion with surnames. Your grandmother Arabella Camponi had a child with Thomas Ronney, so wouldn't their child be Lili Ronney?
STATUS: Denied, Opeila 25/08
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Wendy Hevens - first year ~I am learnig english so please tell me if I do something wrong~
"What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?" -Van Gogh
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The boy groaned in visual pain as his friends were lying on the road- covering themselves up, going into fetus position with their hands on their legs- wrapped- and Octavius couldn't help but look at them mournfully. "Listen, I'll figure out how to fix you all- it might be easier if I- well- how would I fix that? You skinned your knees- if I'm right- with that appearance on your knees of blood and the grid-like look."
He searched through his books- and found a note written by his father when he was Octaviu's age. It simply stated that the best way to tend to a minor injury like that, is to make sure that whoever is dealing with the skinned knee- or at least to help with the skinned knee- consider the sanitation factors- and so they would need to wash their hands.
And Octavius would just do that. Next, he put pressure on one of his friend's knees- the skinned knee- to try to reduce the now thinning bleeding.
"DAD! CAN YOU BRING THE HOSE OVER HERE!" He yelled- trying to stay with his friends to ensure that they're taken care of. "Yes, Octavius. Give me just a second."
Once he got the hose in his hands, he allowed the water to rinse out the injured spot and washed the wound- only to pat it dry next. Upon completing that, he- again- yelled out for his dad to bring out bandaid. "I'll be right out here in a few Octavius! Can you just get your mom the next time- so I can watch some football?" And the bandaid was brought out and carefully placed over the wound.
Now, he had to do his other friends' knee- to make sure that he was alright, and that it wouldn't affect him in any way, shape, or form if he even tried to walk- and to try and avoid possible infections. "Wow! Thanks Octavius! You seem to have a knack at this sort of thing!"
"It was no problem m'friend, and I have this to say- SHALL WE GET STARTED! Get off the ground, and we can make our way over to Joseph's house! He promised us a pool to swim in- it's really hot out here!" Octavius said, as he was making the final check over his two friends who skinned their knees- to make sure that they're not injured anywhere else. And they weren't.
He searched through his books- and found a note written by his father when he was Octaviu's age. It simply stated that the best way to tend to a minor injury like that, is to make sure that whoever is dealing with the skinned knee- or at least to help with the skinned knee- consider the sanitation factors- and so they would need to wash their hands.
And Octavius would just do that. Next, he put pressure on one of his friend's knees- the skinned knee- to try to reduce the now thinning bleeding.
"DAD! CAN YOU BRING THE HOSE OVER HERE!" He yelled- trying to stay with his friends to ensure that they're taken care of. "Yes, Octavius. Give me just a second."
Once he got the hose in his hands, he allowed the water to rinse out the injured spot and washed the wound- only to pat it dry next. Upon completing that, he- again- yelled out for his dad to bring out bandaid. "I'll be right out here in a few Octavius! Can you just get your mom the next time- so I can watch some football?" And the bandaid was brought out and carefully placed over the wound.
Now, he had to do his other friends' knee- to make sure that he was alright, and that it wouldn't affect him in any way, shape, or form if he even tried to walk- and to try and avoid possible infections. "Wow! Thanks Octavius! You seem to have a knack at this sort of thing!"
"It was no problem m'friend, and I have this to say- SHALL WE GET STARTED! Get off the ground, and we can make our way over to Joseph's house! He promised us a pool to swim in- it's really hot out here!" Octavius said, as he was making the final check over his two friends who skinned their knees- to make sure that they're not injured anywhere else. And they weren't.
Status: Approved, Beatrice, 19 May
| 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 |
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Word count: 845
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Werewolf
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It was a cold night, Daniel had just turned 9 and he was with his friends celebrating his birthday, his aunt would be late, so the boys ended up walking alone in the street, it hadn't gotten dark yet, so they thought it wouldn't be any problem... and how wrong they were... The boys had a lot of fun getting into a park a little far from home, in the park there was a forest that people went for a walk in the morning, they spent hours playing without even noticing the time, entertained in their own little world, creating stories, playing in the trees, it was a great day. full bright moon was settling in the sky.. it was so beautiful and it was so bright, not a cloud in the sky.
Daniel thought it was time to go back, after all it had gotten dark, and his aunt warned him to be home before it got late, but when he and his friends were following the trail back out of the forest, there was something .. wrong , something following them through the bushes, loud howls through the forest, the boys were getting terrified, they felt so much fear, that when they were close to leaving the forest, from inside one of the bushes jumped .. a dog, it scared Daniel's friends who ran away as fast as possible, and Daniel just couldn't move, he stayed still, and honestly he was relieved that it was just a puppy, he approached, and the dog looked terrified, with a bruise on his leg, the boy felt it a chill in the spine.. maybe it wasn't the dog that was following them, he was also running away from something.. well.. much bigger, the dog heard again a noise in the bushes, and ran as fast as it could, this time, Daniel knew it wouldn't be a smart thing to stay still, he immediately started running away alongside with the dog.
Daniel ran as fast as he could, but his intensde fear made him run in a completely random direction... worse than before, now he was lost and alone, well... not exactly alone... he had a company that he he hoped he hadn't.. The boy turned slowly towards the bushes.. yellow eyes that glowed in the darkness, and a tall silhouette forming close to him, without reaction Daniel couldn't run or scream, he had terror in his eyes and he just managed to cry with despair, the creature positioned itself in the moonlight .. it was a werewolf with gray fur like dust, he was snarling and had his teeth exposed and it immediately jumped on the boy, biting his arm with brute force, Daniel finally got out of his state of pure shock, and a loud and strident scream tore his throat, he tried kicking the beast as much as he could to make the creature let go of his arm, his vision began to blur, Daniel knew he probably wouldn't last long .. And and then a red light covered his vision and he heard a woman scream "Stupefy!" the werewolf was thrown back hitting a tree, Daniel didn't know what was happening. The woman quickly grabbed Daniel putting him in her arms as fast as she could, the boy cried in pain, and she carried him carefully, taking advantage of the fact that the werewolf had been unconscious for a few minutes.
There were other people with her, who continued to keep an eye on the werewolf, casting spells to keep him immobile. They all seemed to work for the ministry, the woman made sure to quickly check on the boy who had been attacked while the other two men cast various spells in the creature's direction.
"Don't worry kid.. i got you.. dont close your eyes okay? stay with me"
The woman's voice was sweet but worried, Daniel's vision struggled not to pass out, but it was useless, he ended up passing out... Before he really lost consciousness, he managed to hear very vaguely, the woman's voice talking to the other wizards about the situation, it was difficult to understand what they were talking about..
When he woke up, he was lying in his bed, with his body swathed in bandages and his whole body, it hurt, it seemed like hours maybe days had passed after what happened, after all he could see the sunlight passing through his bedroom window, All the boy wanted to do was cry from the pain of the wounds. He instead ended up hearing two familiar voices talking in the next room.. it seemed to be his aunt's voice, she seemed worried as she talked to the woman from that night, apparently her name was Judie a witch who worked to the Ministry, she and the others tasked with verifying a recent report of a werewolf that had turned so close to a Muggle neighborhood (this same werewolf had caused the deaths of two Muggle women in the same afternoon) the two entered the room, and her Aunt sat worriedly looking at her nephew.
Judie explained to Daniel's aunt (Linda) that he had received a bite from a very large dog and Judie needed to lied saying that she was a doctor and said that she would keep in touch to help Daniel, since the boy was supposed to need "medical" help, and she was willing to help the boy with his transformations, after all he should be under the supervision of someone who would know how to deal with his new condition, after all his aunt and cousins were all muggles.
Judie was a witch from a very wealthy family, it could hell her buy potions for Daniel, the woman really could and wanted help the boy a lot, maybe it was the guilt of not having arrived on time and save the boy that made her do that...Helping a strange child.. It was hard to really tell if she was doing this for her own emotional benefit As a way of redeeming herself from feeling incapable of having saved a boy from having such a difficult condition..). But Judie ended up becoming a friend of the family.
For a long time Judie made sure that Daniel had his transformations inside her house, so that no one would find out about his condition and he would not be dangerous to anyone or himself (, and she continued to do this until Daniel turned 11 and went to Hogwarts.
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Stats
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 6
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 5
ArcPower: 5
Accuracy:7
Status: Approved, Beatrice, 5 June
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist I
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Third Year, so far, had not gone well with Lea unable to grasp onto the new spells despite her best attempts. First and second year had been fine, but the advanced visualizations and strict wand movements and incantations were troubling. The struggle only angered her, further removing her focus from the task at hand and ending up with only fiery sparks that she quickly extinguished. It was a matter of being right and her wand had no interest in following that mentality.
Perhaps it was just the summer break? The hufflepuff certainly hoped so but when the issue didn't fix itself after a month, Lea gave up on the notion. If she wasn't going to learn anything new easily then the girl lost focus in class and stopped participating as much, only putting in enough effort to pass. As someone who had been so academically focused in past years, she didn't know what to do with her typical free time if it wasn't additional studying or reading. Staring at ceilings and exploring the castle could only last so long before she yearned to go back to consistent spellcasting and learning.
But if she couldn't figure out the third year spells, what was she to do? While she had a better chance of casting a stronger spell, a loss of focus or shaky hand could still make the cast backfire and explode in her face. Having heard of people who only ever had their wand fizzle out rather than backfire, learning how to do that was her next mission. The first step was research- Lea spent any free time glancing through books for mentions on how to stop a spell from backfiring or initial warning signs that a spell might backfire. Her notes were soon filled up with tips, tricks, and warnings that brown eyes bore holes into with how much she looked at the pages. It seemed simple enough- making sure that your intention was focused on the spell and you weren't distracted, but she wanted to make sure that it would work in stressful situations and wouldn't need as much concentration.
So her next step would be the duelling room. If she could stop spells from backfiring here, then Lea had confidence that she could keep that control in other situations. The training dummies were the first target, wheeling one of them a little further away from the others in case spells went off target. Her attitude was quantity and quality, hoping to cast accurately yet memorize the wand movement regardless of spell so that she could cast quickly and perfectly under any situation. Whatever first came to mind found itself thrown at the dummy- from the ascension spell to the knockback jinx to the umbrella jinx (why she thought of this, Lea didn't know. It was startling to her too to have a sparkly parasol explode out of her wand even if she was the one who casted it). For the next months, whenever free time allowed, one could find her in the same spot flinging a multitude of spells with a decreasing number of visits to the hospital wing each session. A slow, concentrated movement shifted to precise, sharp casts that worked just as well in less time.
When the third year felt confident enough with her lack of mistakes, she convinced other people to duel her for the stress test of her newfound skill. Much like every other step there would be some struggle at the beginning but by the end of it- Lea had perfected the practice.
Perhaps it was just the summer break? The hufflepuff certainly hoped so but when the issue didn't fix itself after a month, Lea gave up on the notion. If she wasn't going to learn anything new easily then the girl lost focus in class and stopped participating as much, only putting in enough effort to pass. As someone who had been so academically focused in past years, she didn't know what to do with her typical free time if it wasn't additional studying or reading. Staring at ceilings and exploring the castle could only last so long before she yearned to go back to consistent spellcasting and learning.
But if she couldn't figure out the third year spells, what was she to do? While she had a better chance of casting a stronger spell, a loss of focus or shaky hand could still make the cast backfire and explode in her face. Having heard of people who only ever had their wand fizzle out rather than backfire, learning how to do that was her next mission. The first step was research- Lea spent any free time glancing through books for mentions on how to stop a spell from backfiring or initial warning signs that a spell might backfire. Her notes were soon filled up with tips, tricks, and warnings that brown eyes bore holes into with how much she looked at the pages. It seemed simple enough- making sure that your intention was focused on the spell and you weren't distracted, but she wanted to make sure that it would work in stressful situations and wouldn't need as much concentration.
So her next step would be the duelling room. If she could stop spells from backfiring here, then Lea had confidence that she could keep that control in other situations. The training dummies were the first target, wheeling one of them a little further away from the others in case spells went off target. Her attitude was quantity and quality, hoping to cast accurately yet memorize the wand movement regardless of spell so that she could cast quickly and perfectly under any situation. Whatever first came to mind found itself thrown at the dummy- from the ascension spell to the knockback jinx to the umbrella jinx (why she thought of this, Lea didn't know. It was startling to her too to have a sparkly parasol explode out of her wand even if she was the one who casted it). For the next months, whenever free time allowed, one could find her in the same spot flinging a multitude of spells with a decreasing number of visits to the hospital wing each session. A slow, concentrated movement shifted to precise, sharp casts that worked just as well in less time.
When the third year felt confident enough with her lack of mistakes, she convinced other people to duel her for the stress test of her newfound skill. Much like every other step there would be some struggle at the beginning but by the end of it- Lea had perfected the practice.
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Status: Approved, Beatrice, 19 May
| Lea Hirsch - Hufflepuff Duelling Sta: 7 | Eva: 17 | Str: 0 | Wis: 12 | Pow: 10 | Acc: 15 |
Sta: 11 | Eva: 13 | Str: 13 | Wis: 4 | Pow: 0 | Acc: 20 Beauxbatons Quidditch - Katherine 'Kit' Felix |
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Year 2: Prodigal Transfiguration (463)
Year 3: Prodigal DADA (439)
Year 4: Wandmaker (676)
Year 5: Terrifying Presence (416)
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The twelve year old would be spending summer break in his family house, disappointed in the lack of comic books to encourage his "creativity" or his- well- ability to learn. Soak up the juice of knowledge. He had a stack of textbooks piled up high about Transfiguration, and he figured he might as well use that to his benefit. If he had to enrich his knowledge, he might as well spend that time providing a bien to spending hours upon hours outside of Hogwarts.
With the Baird Family, and how- odd they really were.. it wouldn't have been a surprise if anyone were to find out- that they were purebloods through and through, however, it didn't mean they had money. So, Octavius would've had to find a way to obtain a tutor, when his father came into his room, simply by knocking on the oaken door and pushing it open.
His father took a sense of joy and pride in Transfiguration- as that was a class he had progressed in academically as a child. He recapped what Octavius already knew from his first year- about the Laws of Conservation of Mass, about Transformation, Conjuration, Vanishment, and Untransfiguration and the spells he had learned in his first year, until Octavius opened his mouth and interrupted the father.
"Dad. Dad, stop. I already know this stuff, can you teach me about uh- Gamp's law perhaps?" The father nodded, and gave him five things Gamp's Law can't do, and explained them with intricate details, but when asked what the five limits were, Octavius didn't have to go into details about it.
"Um, if memory serves, from like five minutes ago, you can't summon food. You can't summon information. You cannot, for the likes of me, I can't figure out why but at this rate, I don't think it matters, you can't summon money, nor can you summon either life nor love. It's stupid. But is that right dad?"
"Yes, son. It is. Now, can you tell me more about why we can't summon food? Why that's one of the limits for Gamp's law..."
Octavius would only have a stunned look on his face, but then thought back to his father's five minute long lecture about the subject of Gamp's Law. "Isn't it because it can't be created- due to something about us not being able to summon something that isn't already present/existing? Like- we can conjure it- well- move it from a place we know exactly where it's at- like let's say.. the bottom right drawer of the fridge? To the plate in front of me." Octavius said.
"That's correct son. Good job. You seem to understand Gamp's Law pretty well. I think you'd be a great professor if you want to take that path."
With the Baird Family, and how- odd they really were.. it wouldn't have been a surprise if anyone were to find out- that they were purebloods through and through, however, it didn't mean they had money. So, Octavius would've had to find a way to obtain a tutor, when his father came into his room, simply by knocking on the oaken door and pushing it open.
His father took a sense of joy and pride in Transfiguration- as that was a class he had progressed in academically as a child. He recapped what Octavius already knew from his first year- about the Laws of Conservation of Mass, about Transformation, Conjuration, Vanishment, and Untransfiguration and the spells he had learned in his first year, until Octavius opened his mouth and interrupted the father.
"Dad. Dad, stop. I already know this stuff, can you teach me about uh- Gamp's law perhaps?" The father nodded, and gave him five things Gamp's Law can't do, and explained them with intricate details, but when asked what the five limits were, Octavius didn't have to go into details about it.
"Um, if memory serves, from like five minutes ago, you can't summon food. You can't summon information. You cannot, for the likes of me, I can't figure out why but at this rate, I don't think it matters, you can't summon money, nor can you summon either life nor love. It's stupid. But is that right dad?"
"Yes, son. It is. Now, can you tell me more about why we can't summon food? Why that's one of the limits for Gamp's law..."
Octavius would only have a stunned look on his face, but then thought back to his father's five minute long lecture about the subject of Gamp's Law. "Isn't it because it can't be created- due to something about us not being able to summon something that isn't already present/existing? Like- we can conjure it- well- move it from a place we know exactly where it's at- like let's say.. the bottom right drawer of the fridge? To the plate in front of me." Octavius said.
"That's correct son. Good job. You seem to understand Gamp's Law pretty well. I think you'd be a great professor if you want to take that path."
Year 3: Prodigal DADA (439)
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A sense of remorse would strike his heart. He wasn't wanting to risk the inability to not learn over the summer. This was a way to prove he knew what the hell he was doing- at least, in his classes for next year. He already was studying with intriguing details for Transfiguration every waking moment, but he still had time, still had the ability to do things better with his classes. He would need to expand his knowledge over several different branches, and how else would he do that? Perhaps by continuing his study- by picking up interest in the dark arts. Well, not the evil side of it. He wanted to be on the good side of it, take Defense Against The Dark Arts.
One of these days in the future, he wanted to be a professor, and he would really look dumb if he didn't know what he was doing ahead of time. If he just got called on in the middle of class to simply be faced with the issue of "Huh? What? What did you say? Oh the answer is four." When the question wasn't even regarding math nor anything that requested the answer four. It makes you sound stupid, and that wasn't what Octavius wanted to be acknowledged for.
He went up to his mother and simply- flat out- asked her if she still had her old Defense Against The Dark Arts textbooks that he could use. His mother would just agree on one condition, that he be quizzed by her. The simple answer, yes. He said yes just to propel himself to success, to better grades, to looking better academically.
When his mother got the textbook out, she let him read a passage, then took the textbook back to quiz him about it. The first passage was regarding a Boggart. "What is a Boggart?" The mother asked.
Octavius replied bluntly as he had heard too much about them before, as apparently they're a non-being with the Ministry of Magic using their classification. "A Boggart is a shapeshifter that changes it's appearance to something you're afraid of."
"And how do you counter it?" She asked.
He responded. "You simply just have to picture something funny when you're casting the Boggart Banishing Spell against it. Something that makes you be less afraid of the boggart. Additionally, you might rid of the Boggart if you have more people to poke holes at it to make it disappear."
His mother smiled. "I think you're worthy of keeping the textbooks. Good job honey. I'm gonna go and cook dinner, I'll help you later if you want more assistance."
One of these days in the future, he wanted to be a professor, and he would really look dumb if he didn't know what he was doing ahead of time. If he just got called on in the middle of class to simply be faced with the issue of "Huh? What? What did you say? Oh the answer is four." When the question wasn't even regarding math nor anything that requested the answer four. It makes you sound stupid, and that wasn't what Octavius wanted to be acknowledged for.
He went up to his mother and simply- flat out- asked her if she still had her old Defense Against The Dark Arts textbooks that he could use. His mother would just agree on one condition, that he be quizzed by her. The simple answer, yes. He said yes just to propel himself to success, to better grades, to looking better academically.
When his mother got the textbook out, she let him read a passage, then took the textbook back to quiz him about it. The first passage was regarding a Boggart. "What is a Boggart?" The mother asked.
Octavius replied bluntly as he had heard too much about them before, as apparently they're a non-being with the Ministry of Magic using their classification. "A Boggart is a shapeshifter that changes it's appearance to something you're afraid of."
"And how do you counter it?" She asked.
He responded. "You simply just have to picture something funny when you're casting the Boggart Banishing Spell against it. Something that makes you be less afraid of the boggart. Additionally, you might rid of the Boggart if you have more people to poke holes at it to make it disappear."
His mother smiled. "I think you're worthy of keeping the textbooks. Good job honey. I'm gonna go and cook dinner, I'll help you later if you want more assistance."
Year 4: Wandmaker (676)
Reducio
- The Retrieval Of The Wand (159)
- Core: Thestral Tail Hair - x (162)
- Wood: Ebony x (72)
- Flexibility: Pliant (123)
- Length: 12.5 inches (160)
Reducio
It was simple. He broke his wand. He was practicing the wand movements of one of the spells and when he decided to try and be extravagant with one of the movements, he moved downwards too fast and his wand struck the table and snapped in half. He was way too fast and therefore the consequence was a broken wand. He was at home, thankfully, this time around, and his parents decided it would a good idea to go shopping for yet-another wand at Ollivanders.
And it would be there that he was presented with a new wand to try, and it seemed to work perfectly, like it actually fit him. The wand was 12.5 inches (30.84 centimetres), Pliable, had a core from the tail of the Thestral, and yet also had the wood of Ebony. His parents got out the money and compensated the shopkeeper for his time and consideration that would serve daily for those who needed new wands!
And it would be there that he was presented with a new wand to try, and it seemed to work perfectly, like it actually fit him. The wand was 12.5 inches (30.84 centimetres), Pliable, had a core from the tail of the Thestral, and yet also had the wood of Ebony. His parents got out the money and compensated the shopkeeper for his time and consideration that would serve daily for those who needed new wands!
- Core: Thestral Tail Hair - x (162)
Reducio
He had once seen death. It was his grandmother- one he didn't see very often, but often got presents from when Christmas rolled around- someone he knew who loved him. And when she died, Octavius was sleeping over at her house, only to be awaken by the sound of an ambulance pulling into the driveway to extract the grandmother, and Octavius had no idea what was going on. He was completely oblivious to the events going on, until his mother picked him up and explained what had happened.
And it hurt him. It hurt Octavius. Someone who cared about him died- and that was only the first time he knew about such a death. He knew that if anyone else who cared about him- like his close family- his siblings, his parents, etcetera, were to die- he knew he would be crushed and devastated. But he wasn't afraid. He really wasn't.
Death was natural. People die every day! Why fear the inevitable?
And it hurt him. It hurt Octavius. Someone who cared about him died- and that was only the first time he knew about such a death. He knew that if anyone else who cared about him- like his close family- his siblings, his parents, etcetera, were to die- he knew he would be crushed and devastated. But he wasn't afraid. He really wasn't.
Death was natural. People die every day! Why fear the inevitable?
- Wood: Ebony x (72)
Reducio
He knew he was worth the wait. Why would he have spent all his time in the house over the past two summers- just to be anxious, to be dumbing himself down so when he returned, he knew nothing. No. He was calm, he was behaved. He knew what he was doing, and he knew what he was getting into. He had nothing else on his mind, except to keep himself calm.
- Flexibility: Pliant (123)
Reducio
But while he was calm and self-assured, that wasn't his only side. He was often dramatic, but usually tried to keep it within a controlled setting. He was part of a small- lesser known theater club/group- where he would let off some steam by making himself appear as foolish as possible and market it as if he was being dramatic but at the same time, he was also very refined. What could break him quite as easily wouldn't have broken him as quickly as issues would've in his first year. He learned to control his emotions, and even have a small, tiny, little refugee to let off steam when he needed to. He would be elegant and respectful to whoever approached him.
- Length: 12.5 inches (160)
Reducio
And he figured that the wand he was holding- about 30 something centimetres- had a connection to him morally. That was why it was a better fit for him. That was why the wand was 30 centimetres. (I noted 12.5 inches above, but unless Octavius measures it, it's not an exact amount)
He was elegant, he was kind, he was respectful, he was studius, he was attentive. What more do you want to hear about the kindness that comes out of Octavius's being when he could be cruel and manipulative instead? But no, he decided kindness was enough to fill love to the brim with anyone he had met. Love was vital when he would go and interact with people, otherwise he felt they would be rude as all get out. A wise man once said, "What goes around, comes around." And Octavius follows this with mind and heart.
He believed in it very much. And he felt that him morally could have explained why the wand was so long, and thankfully not as short.
He was elegant, he was kind, he was respectful, he was studius, he was attentive. What more do you want to hear about the kindness that comes out of Octavius's being when he could be cruel and manipulative instead? But no, he decided kindness was enough to fill love to the brim with anyone he had met. Love was vital when he would go and interact with people, otherwise he felt they would be rude as all get out. A wise man once said, "What goes around, comes around." And Octavius follows this with mind and heart.
He believed in it very much. And he felt that him morally could have explained why the wand was so long, and thankfully not as short.
Year 5: Terrifying Presence (416)
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The young man, as he began to develop and know himself and others as he was entering fifth year after graduating from his Fourth Year. When his Fourth Year ended, it would only result in a sense of pain and terror in his mind. But he was normally calm, wasn't he? Someone would've had to snap him emotionally.
And yes, someone did. It was his very own friend. The one who he tried to show compassion for since the start of his time at Hogwarts. The friend stabbed him in the back, cheated off of his homework, plagiarized the entire essay that he spent hours upon hours and claimed Octavius's work as his own.
It was simply enough to drive Octavius over the counter. "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME. I DON'T WANT TO TALK, SEE, OR DO ANYTHING WITH YOU ANYMORE. GET OUT. It's bad enough I'm failing my classes simply because of your miserable cheating. Get the hell away."
Octavius was in tears, angry, but in tears.
If he could've been any more devastated, he was already feeling the misery. The thoughts flurried across his mind, and he decided that he would no longer be a pushover. He would no longer be told that he was soft. He would try to recreate his identity, make himself look a little tougher than most people would've liked to perceive people as. He would prove himself to be a true slytherin.
He was bold. He was brave. This was who he was meant to be. He took a step towards his so-called friend and burrowed his eyebrows in the vibrance of anger.
He wiped the tears from his eyes, and grabbed the kid's ear and dragged him to the door. "I said. GET OUT. If you can't get the hell out of here, then I'll force you out." That said, Octavius unpinched the kid's ear, and punched him in his face several times, before shoving him outside the doorway, just to slam the door in his now bruised face.
"Cheaters are not tolerated, go away. Find someone else to terrorize. No one cares about you." The upcoming fifth year stated. He looked around, and he saw people staring at him in fright. He was no longer the pushover that he once was.
And he knew for sure that word would get out about a feeble boy turning into a tough guy. He opened the door, and yelled once again. "YEAH! THATS RIGHT! YOU BETTER RUN YOU IDIOT."
And yes, someone did. It was his very own friend. The one who he tried to show compassion for since the start of his time at Hogwarts. The friend stabbed him in the back, cheated off of his homework, plagiarized the entire essay that he spent hours upon hours and claimed Octavius's work as his own.
It was simply enough to drive Octavius over the counter. "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME. I DON'T WANT TO TALK, SEE, OR DO ANYTHING WITH YOU ANYMORE. GET OUT. It's bad enough I'm failing my classes simply because of your miserable cheating. Get the hell away."
Octavius was in tears, angry, but in tears.
If he could've been any more devastated, he was already feeling the misery. The thoughts flurried across his mind, and he decided that he would no longer be a pushover. He would no longer be told that he was soft. He would try to recreate his identity, make himself look a little tougher than most people would've liked to perceive people as. He would prove himself to be a true slytherin.
He was bold. He was brave. This was who he was meant to be. He took a step towards his so-called friend and burrowed his eyebrows in the vibrance of anger.
He wiped the tears from his eyes, and grabbed the kid's ear and dragged him to the door. "I said. GET OUT. If you can't get the hell out of here, then I'll force you out." That said, Octavius unpinched the kid's ear, and punched him in his face several times, before shoving him outside the doorway, just to slam the door in his now bruised face.
"Cheaters are not tolerated, go away. Find someone else to terrorize. No one cares about you." The upcoming fifth year stated. He looked around, and he saw people staring at him in fright. He was no longer the pushover that he once was.
And he knew for sure that word would get out about a feeble boy turning into a tough guy. He opened the door, and yelled once again. "YEAH! THATS RIGHT! YOU BETTER RUN YOU IDIOT."
Status: Approved (All), Beatrice, 19 May
| 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 |
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Statistically Relevant (+2 to Accuracy)
Why this fits your character:
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Statistically Relevant (+2 to Accuracy)
Why this fits your character:
Reducio
At one point in their life, Seven made a life-changing decision, and they had no doubts about it. They expressed their wishes to their parents to be non-binary. It was who they truly were - no matter what gender they had been born as.
Olive and Leland could've been more understanding. The two couldn't quite figure out what their child was saying. They were confused and didn't know how to handle the news. Because of this, Seven was frustrated, and, as a result, a bolt of red light streaked upward, evaporating just after leaving a scorch mark on the ceiling.
Realizing that, since they were magic, they might want to get a head start on everything there was to know about the wizarding world. So Seven got to work. They asked their mother for information regarding Hogwarts and practiced the hand movement for spells with a stick rather than a wand. They made lists and notes as well. Lists of all the potions ingredients their mother could remember and notes about each house - again, this was gathered from their mother. They were ready to learn.
Yet, learning was harder than one might think. When you've been living for over a decade and only then are you being introduced to a new range of subjects, it can be quite hard. However, Seven didn't give up. It helped that their mother was overjoyed that her child would be going to Hogwarts. Together, the two practiced. Because Seven's mother was an experienced witch, she was able to help the future Ravenclaw with magic.
They asked their mother to quiz them time after time on wand movements and incantations. They were sure that although they had grown up without magic, they'd be able to cast spells with just as much accuracy as the purebloods.
Slowly but surely, Seven got better and more knowledgeable until they were confident that they were ready for Hogwarts, or at least as ready as a pureblood would be.
But while Seven had been spending so much time with their mother, they had been forgetting a bit about their father. So, one day, when he invited them to go to the park and have fun, Seven happily accepted. There hadn't been many chances to have quality time with him, so that was perfect.
Seven wasn't a super sporty person, but their father took out a baseball and a couple of baseball mitts. They threw the ball around and talked.
WC: 408
Olive and Leland could've been more understanding. The two couldn't quite figure out what their child was saying. They were confused and didn't know how to handle the news. Because of this, Seven was frustrated, and, as a result, a bolt of red light streaked upward, evaporating just after leaving a scorch mark on the ceiling.
Realizing that, since they were magic, they might want to get a head start on everything there was to know about the wizarding world. So Seven got to work. They asked their mother for information regarding Hogwarts and practiced the hand movement for spells with a stick rather than a wand. They made lists and notes as well. Lists of all the potions ingredients their mother could remember and notes about each house - again, this was gathered from their mother. They were ready to learn.
Yet, learning was harder than one might think. When you've been living for over a decade and only then are you being introduced to a new range of subjects, it can be quite hard. However, Seven didn't give up. It helped that their mother was overjoyed that her child would be going to Hogwarts. Together, the two practiced. Because Seven's mother was an experienced witch, she was able to help the future Ravenclaw with magic.
They asked their mother to quiz them time after time on wand movements and incantations. They were sure that although they had grown up without magic, they'd be able to cast spells with just as much accuracy as the purebloods.
Slowly but surely, Seven got better and more knowledgeable until they were confident that they were ready for Hogwarts, or at least as ready as a pureblood would be.
But while Seven had been spending so much time with their mother, they had been forgetting a bit about their father. So, one day, when he invited them to go to the park and have fun, Seven happily accepted. There hadn't been many chances to have quality time with him, so that was perfect.
Seven wasn't a super sporty person, but their father took out a baseball and a couple of baseball mitts. They threw the ball around and talked.
WC: 408
Status: Pending, Beatrice, 19 May
I may have missed it, but what statistic are you adding +2 to?
Also I am slightly confused on why the parents would think at the age of nine that Seven wasn't going to Hogwarts, if they had already had their FIOM?
Status: Pending, Beatrice, 29 May
Thank you for clarifying which stat.
Rereading your application though, you've stated why you want them to have it, but not how they get it. The only part of this really applicable is the last paragraph (and maybe about the red bolt if I stretch it). What caused them to acquire better accuracy?
I believe I made all necessary changes? Please correct me if I'm wrong.
Status: Approved, Beatrice, June 23
Last edited by Seven Finney on 23 Jun 2023, 06:15, edited 6 times in total.
DO NOT POST HERE: Application for Magical Races/Talents and Special Abilities
Encyclopedia: Aspen Hearth
Ability:
Wand Maker
Description:
ReducioCloyd Hearth came across an Elder Wand about 35.2 centimeter hard in stature containing a Thestral hair core while pursuing a cultist like aficionado let’s say they were into the whole dark arts. They, were of course up to no good and while the wand was in his custody it did of course the darnedest thing. As, Eulah was out with Audra and Bertrand is off to god knows where. Aspen of course being curious and always getting into the thick of any and anything stumbled upon the wand, at first he thought it was a bad omen and then maybe he then thought it good luck.
Why It Bonded-Wood:
He, held it up into his hand and grasping over it as for what drew the Elder Wand to Aspen is his immense strength, his regard to himself and mostly his family but also the motive of self preservation.Like, despite all of his knowledge and ability to show bravery the ulterior motives and strength to do more made it seem to fit firmly to his will. Aspen, being very much aware of his mortality is due to the very incident that gave him a little sister be it his cousin in Audra. It, was the fact that while labeled as missing he put two and two together that they must have been killed or in a position that gravely effected survival. Maybe, it seemed to be a level of lack of strength or even mustering enough will to return.
Core:
Though, to Aspen he determined to himself and among only himself that the lights dimmed, the breath fleeted and going to this other world or the next. It, would have been a beautiful and just case as what he did in life would make for a very deserved and destined death.
Pliancy:
This wand being hard fits in with the fact that Aspen is a try hard, determined to please and to adapt in every waking daily routine of his mortal existence.The caveat to this is that he has showed great talent, immersive ability to handle the pressure and is justified to wield such power that will stick to him throughout each of his days.
Wand Length:
Being a bigger wand it isn’t an issue as the bold and favored nature of the wand stands out, it asserts a sort of view of himself among the crowd and it is basically in favor of him doing things his own way and looking out for those he seems to have a certain understanding with. His emotions are while in flux it is still an inclination that Aspen will go on to bigger and more grandiose things.
Cloyd did not understand the nature of how and why it chose Aspen, he also did not understand the inner turmoil at times despite the best qualities inside of Aspen. Though, it was to Bertrand’s annoyance and his mother and Audra’s joy that an unsuspected bond was formed by a boy with tremendous academic and magical potential.
(Word Count: 497 wood;140 Core;51 pliancy; 64 length;78 )
Six Stats: (fully human)
- Stamina: 8
- Evasion: 3
- Strength: 8
- Wisdom: 8
- ArcPower: 4
- Accuracy: 4
Status: Approved, Beatrice, 29 May
Last edited by Aspen Hearth on 27 May 2023, 22:56, edited 1 time in total.
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Link to your encyclopedia thread: Mark Myers | First Year | Hufflepuff
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Metamorphmagus
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 5
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 4
Accuracy: 5
"You know sometimes in life, things just ain't meant to be."
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Metamorphmagus
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
The Metamorphmagus talent entered the Myers family with Mark's great great grandmother. She got the talent when she was three. Her parents were amazed when her hair color changed from black to purple. She found out about the talent when she was five. She was looking in the mirror when she noticed her eyes changed from brown to blue. She then noticed that her hair changed from black to blonde. When she went to Hogwarts, she met Mark's great-great-grandfather who was also a Metamorphmagus. After they graduated from Hogwarts, they got married. A few years after they got married, Mark's great-grandmother was born.
She was born with the Metamorphmagus talent. When she was born, her hair changed from black to purple, to orange, to yellow, to red, and back to black. But her eyes didn't change. She was so happy when she found out she was born with the talent. She also went to Hogwarts and also met Mark's great-grandfather. He also had talent. Like Mark's great great grandparents, his great-grandparents married and had Mark's grandfather.
He also had the talent, but only his eyes changed. When he was older he was able to change his hair color. He then met Mark's grandmother. She was also a Metamorphmagus talent, but she was constantly changing her hair color a lot when she was at Hogwarts. After they got married, they had Mark's father.
Sadly he didn't have the talent, but when he met Mark's mother, she had the talent, so he married her. She then had Mark's older brother who has the talent. He only used his talent to change his hairstyle but not his color, unlike the others. 5 years after James was born, Mark was born. When he was 1 he got the talent. Mark's hair color, style, and eye color changed all at once, then it returned to normal. Mark was really happy when he got the talent. He and his brother got taught how to control it by their grandmother and mother.
When Mark was hanging out with his friends, he'd always been asked to change either his hair color, style, or eye color, so he did that. He knew his friends were jealous of him, but he was happy that they were still his friends. When Mark found out he had the talent, he was worried he won't be able to make any friends or keep the friends that he already has. But, since he has friends, and he still has his other friends, he's happy.
When Mark was younger and before he was able to control his talent, he would always change his hair color to a lot of different colors. His favorite was blue hair. He knew it was his favorite since it was his favorite color. One time he even tried to have watermelon hair, but it didn't work.
Now that Mark can control it, he doesn't always change his appearance, but he does once a month, or longer than that. When he got his letter, he knew he might be able to make some friends that also has the talent. But, he won't be changing his appearance until he is ready once he's at Hogwarts.
[WC:533]
She was born with the Metamorphmagus talent. When she was born, her hair changed from black to purple, to orange, to yellow, to red, and back to black. But her eyes didn't change. She was so happy when she found out she was born with the talent. She also went to Hogwarts and also met Mark's great-grandfather. He also had talent. Like Mark's great great grandparents, his great-grandparents married and had Mark's grandfather.
He also had the talent, but only his eyes changed. When he was older he was able to change his hair color. He then met Mark's grandmother. She was also a Metamorphmagus talent, but she was constantly changing her hair color a lot when she was at Hogwarts. After they got married, they had Mark's father.
Sadly he didn't have the talent, but when he met Mark's mother, she had the talent, so he married her. She then had Mark's older brother who has the talent. He only used his talent to change his hairstyle but not his color, unlike the others. 5 years after James was born, Mark was born. When he was 1 he got the talent. Mark's hair color, style, and eye color changed all at once, then it returned to normal. Mark was really happy when he got the talent. He and his brother got taught how to control it by their grandmother and mother.
When Mark was hanging out with his friends, he'd always been asked to change either his hair color, style, or eye color, so he did that. He knew his friends were jealous of him, but he was happy that they were still his friends. When Mark found out he had the talent, he was worried he won't be able to make any friends or keep the friends that he already has. But, since he has friends, and he still has his other friends, he's happy.
When Mark was younger and before he was able to control his talent, he would always change his hair color to a lot of different colors. His favorite was blue hair. He knew it was his favorite since it was his favorite color. One time he even tried to have watermelon hair, but it didn't work.
Now that Mark can control it, he doesn't always change his appearance, but he does once a month, or longer than that. When he got his letter, he knew he might be able to make some friends that also has the talent. But, he won't be changing his appearance until he is ready once he's at Hogwarts.
[WC:533]
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 5
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 4
Accuracy: 5
STATUS: Approved, Opeila 26/05
"You know sometimes in life, things just ain't meant to be."