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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for:Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): As can be expected for an heir of a Noble House of Theramin, Tristan was given extensive tutoring at home for skills to be learned in his education. In addition, his intelligence is far higher than most children of fourteen years of age and it is evident in the academic and logical prowess that he has obtained. Tristan has been receiving training since his first instance of childhood magic and has had quite a bit of success in the action of learning a new curriculum quickly. Such training and his aptitude for academics and intelligence, has afforded him the opportunity to learn charms that are a year in advance at home. Though he would like to learn such skill faster, his parents had limited such advanced training to a year at a time, as they knew that the wisdom needed to decide when to use such charms will not come as fast as Tristan could learn such spells. In his time at Hogwarts, Tristan also found himself academically prone, enjoying the pursuit of knowledge far more than the hapless pursuit of love or Quidditch trophies, although his beauty and physical health could afford him to pursue such things with success. The only such sport that he desired to practice was dueling which furthered his passion for learning charms, fueling his academic prowess through a dedicated goal. In combination with all these things, Tristan’s desire for power and standing out also is a deciding factor in his speed of learning charms. He often imagined himself one day achieving the spot of Head of Wizengamot and leading society in the way he saw fit, accepting and in harmony with the muggles who were not aware of their brotherkind. Tristan imagined very often of the help wixen could provide for the muggle world, heal the sick and those who were victims of car accidents, those trapped in a fire, and even more. These dreams of providing answers to the problems of the muggle world often kept him up learning charms that would have practical application in saving muggles that are deemed unsaveable by the muggle world. In all, these factors and desires in Tristan’s life have formed a child with prodigious skill in charms. Whether it is talent or training, the fortunes have made it so that he could be considered a prodigal learner of Charms. Gladly, Tristan does not have dreams of evil domination, but some may consider his dreams of benevolent domination a sign that he may become a dark Lord but that was not true and his prodigal learning skill will probably never be used to harm the rest of the Wizarding World.Word Count
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third yearReducioVale has always been a strange child. A child that usually is avoided. But something was different about her this time. Coming back to school, she seems off-putting. Like a terrible presence that couldn't be ignored, even if desired.
Prehaps it was just the Ashwood nature to become a sinister force of nature. With ancestors with histories of potion experimentation, and rumors of being the most ruthless of criminals, prehaps it was no wonder for the latest member of the Ashwood family.
Everywhere Vale went, she notice various creatures would notice her and make an immediate exit. Soon enough, she began notice people doing such as well. As if she was the most dangerous creature to exist. A reverse from her childhood when every adult was afraid to leave her alone due to her sickness.
It wasn't like Vale didn't enjoy scaring people everywhere she went. In fact, she took quite an advantage to this new feeling she gave people. Coming around a corner unexpectedly, like a sinister force. Purposefully scrapping the walls with her black nails in the dark halls of Hogwart, it was enjoying to watch her peers shift their eyes towards her immediately. Is this how mice felt when a cat was nearby? Is this what her pet spider made the cockroaches feel whenever she felt the desire to eat?
Vale's eerie smiles now seem more like a wolf salivating at fresh meat. Her amber eyes that of a cat's overlooking a bird, injured and left vulnerable. Anyone that already knew Vale may have felt off about her, but that feeling was now more stronger than ever. Whatever caused this new eerie aura meant a disturbing future was likely around the corner for the young Ashwood.
Back at home, the strange people that would visit the mansion seem more willing to talk to her too, as if she was one of them now. Her family took no ill thoughts towards the sense of danger Vale now possesses, even welcoming it. The child has finally become a force of nature that nobody can dare ignore. Vale didn't know the feeling of fear, yet she now has a natural talent to somehow cause it.
It would be logical to assume that potion experimentation has caused another mutation in the Ashwoods' latest child. It is still unknown just how much a price the family will have to pay for practicing on themselves for so many generations.
WC. 406
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: lovely creature
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After turning 16, Regina was at the age where she pondered about her physical appearance. She knew that if she wanted to command attention from every single person inside a room without a single word said, she needed to look like she deserved the attention. She wasn't born ugly, per se, but she wasn't blessed with beauty from birth like her French cousin Henri did. She saw how effortlessly the other Pureblood drew people in with his charm and appearance, and Regina knew then that she should begin grooming her looks and become somebody that would turn heads twice. After all, aside from strength, beauty was just another weapon to control.
Besides, she was already feared by her terrible presence. What powerful combination would it be if she was both feared and admired instead?
Regina started looking at other beautiful girls and women to learn. She even read those modern teen magazines to know what was the standards and adapt accordingly. Soon enough, she found herself spending more time in front of the mirror when she woke up every morning, combing her long raven hair to perfection and used essential oils to nuture the curly locks. She began putting on make-up - nothing too dramatic, just some touches here and there to accentuate her naturally pretty features that were enhanced by the height of puberty. It was complimentary to her gorgeous orchid purple eyes that already got second glances more often than not for their strange yet captivating colour.
But of course, her face wasn't the only thing she focused on polishing. Regina knew just having beautiful features wasn't enough, but it had to reflect through other demeanor as well. She took her care in picking out clothes that would compliment her appearance. Whether the style ranged from classy elegant to eye-catching modern, it had to be perfect. The girl didn't mind using a few spells here and there to enhance the charm a little bit, if it served her purpose. Already she could feel stares on her as she walked down the corridors and it felt validating in an exhilarating way.
She didn't smile nor was she inherently kind, but that didn't diminish her spark in an outsider's eyes. There was a cold, aloof and untouchable beauty to Regina that seemed to fit many people's tastes. All she needed to do was to hold herself a certain way and gently flip her hair to reveal sun-kissed skin, and it was enough to make them raptured. Before, she had not receive such attention because they were afraid. Now, their eyes strayed from a conversation or an action when she was near, all because they wanted to admire these new pleasant physical changes. It made Regina feel empowered in a whole different manner than she was used to.
She would have to send some personal thanks to her cousin who had taught her the benefits of being a beautiful person.
Besides, she was already feared by her terrible presence. What powerful combination would it be if she was both feared and admired instead?
Regina started looking at other beautiful girls and women to learn. She even read those modern teen magazines to know what was the standards and adapt accordingly. Soon enough, she found herself spending more time in front of the mirror when she woke up every morning, combing her long raven hair to perfection and used essential oils to nuture the curly locks. She began putting on make-up - nothing too dramatic, just some touches here and there to accentuate her naturally pretty features that were enhanced by the height of puberty. It was complimentary to her gorgeous orchid purple eyes that already got second glances more often than not for their strange yet captivating colour.
But of course, her face wasn't the only thing she focused on polishing. Regina knew just having beautiful features wasn't enough, but it had to reflect through other demeanor as well. She took her care in picking out clothes that would compliment her appearance. Whether the style ranged from classy elegant to eye-catching modern, it had to be perfect. The girl didn't mind using a few spells here and there to enhance the charm a little bit, if it served her purpose. Already she could feel stares on her as she walked down the corridors and it felt validating in an exhilarating way.
She didn't smile nor was she inherently kind, but that didn't diminish her spark in an outsider's eyes. There was a cold, aloof and untouchable beauty to Regina that seemed to fit many people's tastes. All she needed to do was to hold herself a certain way and gently flip her hair to reveal sun-kissed skin, and it was enough to make them raptured. Before, she had not receive such attention because they were afraid. Now, their eyes strayed from a conversation or an action when she was near, all because they wanted to admire these new pleasant physical changes. It made Regina feel empowered in a whole different manner than she was used to.
She would have to send some personal thanks to her cousin who had taught her the benefits of being a beautiful person.
WC: 490
Status: Approved, Beatrice, 17 June
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Name of Ability: Perfectionist II
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ReducioAs a kid, Dealla had always been confident. Over-confident, even, or arrogant, depending on who you asked. It was the kind of confidence that brought success simply by lack of hesitation; she hadn't considered that she might fail, and thus she hadn't. It had let her leap canyons that others would balk at, a deep belief which, instead of bending to reality, somehow let her impose her will on the world. It wasn't before Hogwarts that she learned that not everything could be conquered just by deciding you would (even though many things still could).
By the end of her fourth year at the school, it had been seven hundred seventy-five days since the last time that a spell had backfired on her. Not that Dee was counting, or anything... Who are we kidding, she absolutely was. It wasn't that odd, in her opinion. Some people counted down the days until Christmas, or their birthday, Dealla counted the days since the last time she'd set herself on fire.
Her first year on the duelling team - her first year as captain of the duelling team - had been riddled with events like these. There'd been backfired blindfolds and knockback jinxes, spells gone inadvertantly so wrong that the magic exploded on herself rather than where she'd meant it to go. In her first duel, she'd given herself a cold so bad that she'd passed out.
But the wand, her magic, or whatever other cosmic force determined the outcome of her spells - in honesty, it had mostly been sloppy casting - had made the bet without Dee's not-so-secret superpower: Her extraordinary stubbornness.
So she'd started training. Excessively so. Exhaustion was swept under the rug, and the setbacks she'd experienced during her third duel only made her more determined. She'd learned to keep her spells under control, to compensate for inaccuracies in her casting, until she managed to coax out spells that would have backfired on her a year ago. Until casting became natural, success a given.
She still wasn't a textbook caster. Didn't have the flawless stance that some of her peers had, like illustrations come to life. But she'd whipped herself into shape, into feeling what the spell should be like, what it needed; and after she'd mastered simple casting without fail, she'd pushed herself to learn to split her spells, to manage two targets at once. It was a complex feat of the mind, one that took a toll on focus and on casting, and even when she could do it consistently, it was still not without risk. She'd witnessed how it caused backfires from capable casters, and she was determined not to let it happen to her.
It took a while longer until she was satisfied. Until she could confidently say that spreading spells was not some risky stunt that might blow up in her face, until the ease snuck back in that she had when just casting singular spells. Seven hundred and seventy-five days since her last backfire, and in a year, it would be three hundred sixty-five days more.512 words
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"One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar."
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence
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Ethan had an undeniable energy that radiated from within. It was like he carried a sacred light that could illuminate even the darkest of places. His presence alone invoked a sense of calm, as if a veil of tranquility had swept over the world, soothing everyone who crossed paths with him. From a young age, it was as if his very existence was a gift from the heavens, a blessing that brought peace and joy to all those who encountered him. His energy was so pure, so angelic, that people couldn't help but believe that his sole purpose on this Earth was to guide them through life's challenges.
Ethan was not your typical angel, though. He had a depth to him and an empathy that permeated every cell of his body. Even though he didn't completely get what they were going through himself, he would always know just the right thing to say to comfort them while they were in problems.
Ethan would often find himself taking on the burdens of others, bearing the weight of their troubles as if they were his own. It was almost as if he was a sponge, absorbing all of the sadness and hardship from those around him. But through it all, he remained steadfast in his kindness and compassion. He knew that sometimes the heaviest of burdens required the heaviest of hearts.
He had a unique ability to make others feel at ease and at home in his presence. He was capable of calming the tension in their bodies, soothing their bruised egos, and creating an atmosphere of trust and reliability. In his presence, people felt like they could take a deep breath and let their guard down. It was as if he was a welcoming home for their tired and weary souls.
Ethan was the rock that many could rely on when things got tough. With a warm smile, a listening ear, and a helping hand, he always offered help to those in need. He never judged, never demanded, simply offered a helping hand and wise words whenever they were needed. Ethan was there to remind everyone to take a deep breath and relax. He had a way of making people feel like everything would be alright. It was as if his presence alone served as a constant reminder that, in the midst of even the darkest moments, there was always a glimmer of hope to guide the path forward.
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Ethan was not your typical angel, though. He had a depth to him and an empathy that permeated every cell of his body. Even though he didn't completely get what they were going through himself, he would always know just the right thing to say to comfort them while they were in problems.
Ethan would often find himself taking on the burdens of others, bearing the weight of their troubles as if they were his own. It was almost as if he was a sponge, absorbing all of the sadness and hardship from those around him. But through it all, he remained steadfast in his kindness and compassion. He knew that sometimes the heaviest of burdens required the heaviest of hearts.
He had a unique ability to make others feel at ease and at home in his presence. He was capable of calming the tension in their bodies, soothing their bruised egos, and creating an atmosphere of trust and reliability. In his presence, people felt like they could take a deep breath and let their guard down. It was as if he was a welcoming home for their tired and weary souls.
Ethan was the rock that many could rely on when things got tough. With a warm smile, a listening ear, and a helping hand, he always offered help to those in need. He never judged, never demanded, simply offered a helping hand and wise words whenever they were needed. Ethan was there to remind everyone to take a deep breath and relax. He had a way of making people feel like everything would be alright. It was as if his presence alone served as a constant reminder that, in the midst of even the darkest moments, there was always a glimmer of hope to guide the path forward.
wc:408
Status : Approved, Aurora R (June 18th)
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Reduciowc: 903Feet spattering against the wet ground as Nara sprinted away from whatever the hell was following her. Her breath was labored and her eyes wide as she stumbled over the sticks and rocks that littered the forest floor. It was supposed to be a fun day out with her and her stepfather, that was all it was supposed to be! A celebration of her ninth birthday, going out and having a picnic in the park late, watching the sunset. It was later than she had ever been allowed to stay up, but it was part of her gift- it was supposed to be fun.
There was nothing fun about what had happened though. They had set up rather close to the entrance of the park, and the picnic basket and blanket they had set up were within easy eyesight of the car- her stepfather's car, bright orange in its color- which is why when he had stepped away for a moment, just to grab some water, he hadn't thought anything of it.
Nara had never considered herself a stickler for the rules, and the beautiful moon late at night seemed to draw her in. It wasn't like she could've gone far, so long as she didn't head into the forest. But... the moon seemed to hang overhead and it was too beautiful to ignore. If she just put a toe over the forest edge, could there really be any harm done?
Before long, she had gone so far into the forest that she really couldn't remember which way would lead her back to the bright orange car. Was it... no, she had just passed by that tree, hadn't she? And then... what was that thing behind her- was it chasing her?
It only took a few minutes to realize that there was something behind her. The thing chasing her- she could start to smell it now, putrid and stinking of wet dog- wasn't her father and it definitely wasn't a bear. Nara had already tried to lay dead or whatever else she had been told to do against bears, the thing didn't care. It kept chasing her, and her feet were giving out and her hair was starting to stick to her forehead. Was this it? It couldn't be how things ended for her, that wasn't fair.
She stumbled again, collapsing on the dirt and mud that seemed to stretch on forever. The scream that she let out... had it been hers? It was hard to even remember the intense pain, just thinking about it was giving her a migraine. But the feeling was there, teeth carving in on her skin that didn't seem to let up. Every moment seemed to stick in her brain as she yelled as loud as possible. Would someone- anyone even hear her?
The feeling had become so intense that she shut her eyes, begging for the pain to stop. Her shirt would be ruined, and it wasn't even her favorite shirt, but it was hers and it was going to be gone. Would her life be the same? That wasn't fair- no, no! Terror clung to her body so much so that she hadn't even noticed the biting stopped, not until she felt someone grab her. What had happened? Who was holding her now?
Taking a chance, she opened an eye. The man who was holding her- it was obviously her stepfather- but there was someone else there too, someone Nara couldn't recognize. But there was something about this person that she did recognize, the wand in their hand. Where did her father find someone who could use a wand?
"Nara, hey honey? Can you hear me?" She could hear her father's voice as they sprinted out of the forest, and the other person with the wand had murmured something that she couldn't understand. "Listen honey, we're going to take you to that magic hospital, remember it? From when mum got sick, and we visited her?" But why?
Nara had wanted to ask a question- several questions, actually, but she was becoming really dizzy and the smell of wet dog was pungent in her mouth. She had opened her mouth to mumble something, but her voice was lost in her throat when the wizard who had been with her father whispered something like 'So lucky I was there'.
It was only the following morning when Nara had been told what had happened. Hushed voices from the doctors- no, healers- and whispers from her parents as they waited at her bedside. She was confused, but things seemed to be clearing up.
"Nara, you can't ever do that again honey, okay?" Her mother had urged, patting her shoulder when she finally did awaken. She had wanted to mumble an 'I'm sorry', but the words were caught in her throat. "You're so lucky Kurt found a wizard out that late, they were able to Stupefy that werewolf and get you two out of there." What.
"Werewolf-?"
"Yes. Werewolf, you know what a werewolf is right? Like from your books?" Nara nodded, trying to ignore the rising feeling of distaste in her mouth. "And- that sometimes when they bite people, it turns them into werewolves too?"
Silence had filled the hospital room afterwards, and the hopeless look on Nara's face was something her mother and father would never, ever forget.
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Acquirement: WC: 390
ReducioDuring her first year at Hogwarts, Nara had found herself performing magic easily. It wasn't like there was any challenge at all- but that was to be expected. In muggle school, she had always outperformed her peers, understanding the material was never something she found difficult. Even so, doing magic was never satisfying. It was easy, really. Everything about it was simple to her, and simplicity meant unsatisfying.
It was her first week back from school, actually the day after she had gotten home. This wasn't due to something her parents had done, but mostly because Nara had decided to take a deep cat nap the second her body hit her bed. Oh, how she missed this!
But, in the following morning, her mother had called her down to the kitchen, holding a pristine box and a note with it. Silently, she handed the box and the note to Nara, a plea to read it. Whatever, her mother was always weird about this kind of stuff. It was probably just something her grandmother had sent to her or something like that.
To my daughter,
If you're receiving this letter, it's because I am no longer alive. A bold statement to start out with, but I think it's important that you know this- should your mother have not told you before. (Though, I doubt she'd really keep something like that from you.)
I know you're wondering what is in the box that is accompanied with this letter, and I will address that now. It is a wand I had used previously, around when I was your age. It is a 21.2 cm swishy elder wand with a Catalonian Fireball core. I know, I know, giving someone so young an elder wand seems like some bad superstition, but I think it would suit you well. Though, you're still very young now.
I believe that just like I had, you can do great things with this wand, Nara. And, before you ask- though I don't know if you will- the reason I gave up this wand was because I believed I was not worthy. But though you are my daughter, and you are still just a baby yet to be born, I believe you have what it takes.
And if not, no worries. Your old man will still love you anyway.
From,
Your old man
Wand Wood: Elder Wood | WC: 273
ReducioNara's biological father had considered the rumors of Elder wands, long before he had ever thought about giving the wand to his daughter. It was when he himself had acquired his own wand that he contemplated what he could do with it. Was he really someone who could tame such a grand wand with an even grander history?
It took him years to understand that just maybe, he wouldn't be able to. But perhaps, his daughter could. This was baseless thinking, but her father always wanted Nara to be the man he never could be, even though he never did get to see her grow. Just thinking that she could get the choice to be something great made writing his letter all the more worth it.
To Nara, there had never been a point in her life when she had considered herself astonishing or anything of the sort- well, if you weren't counting how she had always known that she was the best in her school, or the only one on her team that could score the most goals (though she had never been an official member).
Actually, now that the thought crossed her mind- Nara had always known she was somewhat of an excelled student or teammate. When she had attended Hogwarts, she was always acutely aware of every 'Outstanding' she got, or every time a classmate had lamented at failing a test, and the small smirk that played on her lips when she realizes she had gotten the highest grade in her class.
To Nara, exceptionality had just always been her thing, is that why she hadn't noticed it before?
Wand Core: Catalonian Fireball | WC: 204
ReducioWhen using a Catalonian Fireball as a core, the wand itself is said to be warm to the touch. This isn't something her father particularly cared about, but when Nara herself held onto the wand, it was like taking a nap all over again. In her hands, the wand felt like how she feels when taking a long nap, waking up still under the covers. Keeping her just warm enough to not be able to get out of bed, but cool enough that she wasn't burning up.
'Reliable but stubborn'- Nara knew she was one of those two qualities, and she was sure reliable didn't fit her exactly. Stubborn... yes, that was a word she'd use to describe herself; maybe not so headstrong, but definitely stubborn. But, if you had asked anyone else to describe her, reliable would probably be the first word they'd use. Really, she had been the same person who had walked in the rain and snow in order to comfort a friend when they had a bad day, or who had ran across the entire street in order to bring her mother her jacket after she had forgotten it. To Nara, it just felt normal to be depended on.
Wand Length: 21.2 cm | WC: 78
ReducioNot a tiny wand by any means, and not a big wand by any other means, the length of Nara's wand represents her very well. She isn't someone who prefers big dramatic magic, but someone who prefers things to be done right.
Sometimes, when she thinks of the wand, she wonders if her father was the same way. Was he someone who also preferred his magic to be refined, or was his wand really the opposite of himself?
Wand Flexibility: Swishy | WC: 90
ReducioA swishy wand should be paired with an owner that isn't too stubborn, but Nara isn't entirely sure if she also fits this pattern. She's someone who prefers to stick by what she knows, but it sounds like her father was the complete opposite- just from the few pieces of information her mother has spilled.
But, if she's so stubborn and unwilling to change, why was she so willing to give this wand a try? Perhaps she's just someone who thinks that they're much more headstrong than they really are.
Total WC: 1035
Werewolf Status: Pending, Beatrice, June 17
How and why did Nara get separated from her mother? If a werewolf is around the area on a full moon, her mother would know to get away and take her daughter with her before it could separate them and cause Nara harm. Please edit.
Wandmaker Status: Pending, Beatrice, June 17
Although you have stated qualities about the wand core and wood, why do they fit Nara? What qualities does she possess that fit the wand?
Werewolf Status: Approved, Beatrice, June 22
EditedWandmaker Status: Approved, Beatrice, June 22
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The only one who fear death are those with regrets
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Haley has always been known to be curious and not easily scared. Even as a child, she always went exploring, especially in nature, and few things stopped her. She was interested in all kinds of animals and plants, and no matter how many legs they had, how bright the flowers were, Haley couldn't be stopped. Even the darkness hardly bothered her, and when her adventurous drive was too big, even that didn't stop her. You might think she had no survival instinct as a child but it was much more that her curiosity got the better of her.
By now, Haley had grown older, and her curiosity for all sorts of things grew with her. She had her thick head and her pride was too big to be intimidated by anyone or anything. While this was a trait she was just playing at first, her acting eventually evolved into real courage. But it didn't happen on its own, experiences and companions made Haley the brave young girl she was today. Too often she had trusted blindly, had taken risks in her still young years and she finally had to pay the price for it. The redhead also had to be shown the limits by the world. It was a lesson she needed.
While it didn't make Haley braver or stronger first, the process afterwards did. She had to learn to deal with her fears, be stronger than them, and regain her courage. And she wasn't alone in that. Just when Haley was trapped in her black hole, when she thought she was weak and at the same time conflicted about her ability as a Parselmouth, Charles came along. Haley was afraid of her dark side, but he showed her to let it out.
Charles helped Haley in many ways, he got her out of her own prison. He taught her how to deal with the dark side in her and even more, how to channel and use the power it possessed. He taught her that she didn't have to hide. He taught her that she was more than she saw in herself. He taught her to fight, not only mentally but also physically but most of all he taught her not to show fear and to be strong. He fought her fears together with her, showed her how to deal with them and from that only to be stronger. But strength was not the only thing she learned from Charles. It was also courage.
Courage that she already carried within her as a child. Courage that at first was just a kind of curiosity. Courage that eventually became pride and eventually courage became courage. Haley became the person she once pretended to be. It was no longer just her pride that kept her from flinching, it was courage and strength. She had conquered her fears, she knew how to deal with them, and she was strong in the face of new fears. Haley become somewhat you might call fearless.
By now, Haley had grown older, and her curiosity for all sorts of things grew with her. She had her thick head and her pride was too big to be intimidated by anyone or anything. While this was a trait she was just playing at first, her acting eventually evolved into real courage. But it didn't happen on its own, experiences and companions made Haley the brave young girl she was today. Too often she had trusted blindly, had taken risks in her still young years and she finally had to pay the price for it. The redhead also had to be shown the limits by the world. It was a lesson she needed.
While it didn't make Haley braver or stronger first, the process afterwards did. She had to learn to deal with her fears, be stronger than them, and regain her courage. And she wasn't alone in that. Just when Haley was trapped in her black hole, when she thought she was weak and at the same time conflicted about her ability as a Parselmouth, Charles came along. Haley was afraid of her dark side, but he showed her to let it out.
Charles helped Haley in many ways, he got her out of her own prison. He taught her how to deal with the dark side in her and even more, how to channel and use the power it possessed. He taught her that she didn't have to hide. He taught her that she was more than she saw in herself. He taught her to fight, not only mentally but also physically but most of all he taught her not to show fear and to be strong. He fought her fears together with her, showed her how to deal with them and from that only to be stronger. But strength was not the only thing she learned from Charles. It was also courage.
Courage that she already carried within her as a child. Courage that at first was just a kind of curiosity. Courage that eventually became pride and eventually courage became courage. Haley became the person she once pretended to be. It was no longer just her pride that kept her from flinching, it was courage and strength. She had conquered her fears, she knew how to deal with them, and she was strong in the face of new fears. Haley become somewhat you might call fearless.
Status: Approved, Beatrice, 17 June
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Ability: Perfectionist II
Description: Duelling has continued to dominate the vast majority of Callie's free time with just about every little thing she does being entirely dedicated to bettering herself in the sport. While she may still struggle with showing up to practice on time the girl has never once missed a practice completely. Where her timing needs work the young Ravenclaw undeniably puts in the work. Practice makes perfect but for Callie failure is increasingly not an option. She fails often, far too often for her liking. Nothing less than perfection will do, especially if she wants to contribute completely to the team.
The past year of the duelling season has not gone especially well for Callie and was largely dominated by repeated misses or entirely fustrating tactics from the other time. Some things she couldn't help...some were down to sheer luck or a matter of circumstance. Although that did not stop her pursuit of perfection. Callie knew she couldn't control other peoples tactics. She couldn't control her own luck but she could control her ability. If she put in the work and obsessed over every little thing then perhaps it would finally start to yield the wins she wanted.
Although the motivation for Callie's continued pursuit for perfection deep down lies in her muggle heritage. Ever since arriving at Hogwarts four years ago she has felt hopelessly and utterly behind compared to those who grew up living and breathing all things relating to the magical world. The years that Callie spent growing up entirely unaware and ignorant of the world around her seem to her as though they were wasted. When she was chasing frogs in the forest she could have been working to better herself, she could have been far more aware of the reality of the world around her. Ever since news of Hogwarts entered her radar Callie has been playing catch up.
Whilst her grades are nothing short of outstanding it doesn't feel like enough. It never feels like enough. Not when so many others seem to know exactly what they're doing and where they want to go. As someone who takes life as it comes the future is a scary thought for Callie. It is a place that is filled with unknowns and threats around every corner. Try as she might she cannot shake the fear of the spider running rampant in the common room all those years ago. She cannot shake the feeling as though she wasn't good enough to deal with the situation. Feelings of inadequacy haunt Callie, even now. Her own pursuit of perfection is simply her own way of doing what she can to negate that lingering feeling. Or at the very least try to ignore it.
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Status: Approved, Beatrice, June 17
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Hogwarts has never been a school to shy away from diversity. Even from first conception, the founders (with one glaring exception) adopted a welcoming policy towards all of the children able to be taught, ignoring blood status or social standing. As such, it stood well within reason that 1,000 years later when Rebecca Loops began his first year, his classmates were mixed not only in blood, but also species.
Rebecca had been lucky enough to be born into a wizarding family unshackled by a heavy legacy spanning generations. They were grassroots folk by nature, and memories of the war still echoed quietly in the back of both his parents' minds. They had raised all of their children to have an open mind and see with eyes unclouded by a person's heritage. The growing stir; first from S.C.A.R., now S.C.A.R.A.B., only redoubled their efforts to celebrate non-humans with one breath and curse the Ministry with the next. They were all Beings, weren't they? Goblins, Vampires, Hags, Giants, House-elves, Veela, and Werewolves were ostensibly supposed to be treated equally to humans-- not that they were, in actual practice.
Having been told all of this and more, Rebecca was delighted to take classes with Metamorphmagi, sneak around with part-Giants, hell-- even have a Werewolf as his best friend. As a matter of course, he was never bothered by the potential danger. From his perspective, half-breeds weren't any more dangerous than wizards, and to be completely frank, anyone with a wand was certainly capable of causing him immense harm. It didn't matter if they were also 7ft tall or could bite off his head, or whatever other traits they were born with, anyone could decide to do good or cause injury in equal measure.
Instead of flinching away from the topic of non-humans like some pearl-clutching Pureblood kid, Rebecca eagerly began soaking up more information on top of what he already knew. He procrastinated his homework by getting lost in books on the minutiae of Goblin laws, Mer customs, and Hag fringe-groups. Some of it was utterly rubbish, outdated superstition or even outright lies that no one had bothered to correct-- but Rebecca soon learned to read between the lines and seek out more reliable first-hand accounts (Stump, Dylan Marwood, Annis Black, and others). Werewolves were of a special interest; he learned all he could from case studies and interviews, and asked Colin to fill in the gaps. Everything he learned was fascinating, and it revealed to him a completely unique aspect of the magical world that most human wizards seemed content to ignore.
Rebecca had been lucky enough to be born into a wizarding family unshackled by a heavy legacy spanning generations. They were grassroots folk by nature, and memories of the war still echoed quietly in the back of both his parents' minds. They had raised all of their children to have an open mind and see with eyes unclouded by a person's heritage. The growing stir; first from S.C.A.R., now S.C.A.R.A.B., only redoubled their efforts to celebrate non-humans with one breath and curse the Ministry with the next. They were all Beings, weren't they? Goblins, Vampires, Hags, Giants, House-elves, Veela, and Werewolves were ostensibly supposed to be treated equally to humans-- not that they were, in actual practice.
Having been told all of this and more, Rebecca was delighted to take classes with Metamorphmagi, sneak around with part-Giants, hell-- even have a Werewolf as his best friend. As a matter of course, he was never bothered by the potential danger. From his perspective, half-breeds weren't any more dangerous than wizards, and to be completely frank, anyone with a wand was certainly capable of causing him immense harm. It didn't matter if they were also 7ft tall or could bite off his head, or whatever other traits they were born with, anyone could decide to do good or cause injury in equal measure.
Instead of flinching away from the topic of non-humans like some pearl-clutching Pureblood kid, Rebecca eagerly began soaking up more information on top of what he already knew. He procrastinated his homework by getting lost in books on the minutiae of Goblin laws, Mer customs, and Hag fringe-groups. Some of it was utterly rubbish, outdated superstition or even outright lies that no one had bothered to correct-- but Rebecca soon learned to read between the lines and seek out more reliable first-hand accounts (Stump, Dylan Marwood, Annis Black, and others). Werewolves were of a special interest; he learned all he could from case studies and interviews, and asked Colin to fill in the gaps. Everything he learned was fascinating, and it revealed to him a completely unique aspect of the magical world that most human wizards seemed content to ignore.
Status : Approved, Aurora R (June 19th)
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EVA: 11
STR: 5
WIS: 11
ARCP: 7
ACC: 13
EVA: 11
STR: 5
WIS: 11
ARCP: 7
ACC: 13
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Once upon a time, Aly Salinger wouldn’t have dreamed of cheating on anything - schoolwork, Quidditch, Gobstones, the lot. Though plenty of her former Quidditch teammates had done it, she’d been raised differently. Her mother, a former Chaser herself, would not have let her.
But things were different now. Aly also, once upon a time, would have sworn she’d never play a position other than Keeper, break school rules in any way, shape, or form, or brew potions outside of class, but clearly, her situation had changed.
Her father hadn’t wanted to be smart. Her father hadn’t wanted to be academic, despite his placement in Ravenclaw. He’d wanted to be normal - to play a sport, to catch a girl’s eye, to enjoy his life. And instead, he’d died, alone and bored in an office job, leaving journals full of backlogged desires to his only daughter. Aly. And in reading them, she had gained a new appreciation for doing what needed to be done.
She was tired of following every rule. Tired of being her mother’s perfect image, molded to be the faultless pureblood she had never really been. Aly Salinger was ready for adventure, ready for her life to change.
And that meant learning how to cheat.
Locked up in the Salinger home for five months over the ending period of her fourth year, and then for longer over the summer, Aly got her hands on every Quidditch book she could find, dreaming of the day she’d make it back on the pitch. She scoured descriptions of maneuvres for details, taking in every word of history of past players and daring feats. But best of all, there were seven hundred recorded ways one could foul in Quidditch, and Aly read up on each and every one… at least, of the ones that were published.
If a player other than the Seeker touched the Snitch, that was a Snitchnip (something Aly, never a Seeker, had always sort of wanted to do anyway). If more than one Chaser flew into the goal area, that was called Stooging. Tampering with the Quaffle was Quaffle-pocking, overuse of elbows was Cobbing… the list went on and on. And those weren’t even all seven hundred! It kept her awake at night at times, wondering what the other hundreds of unreleased fouls might be. She even dreamed up a few of her own, because thinking of that was definitely preferable over wondering if her abandoned friends missed her, hated her, or some combination of the two.
So by the time Aly returned to school and rejoined the Quidditch team, she did so with a new, extensive knowledge on fouls and a better outlook on how she wanted to live her life. Hesper Livingston-Salinger had never broken a rule? So be it. Aly was not her mother.
She was her own person. One who would do anything to win. One who didn’t care what the rules were. One who would cheat. (Albeit, hopefully, not hurting anyone. She was still a healer at heart.)
Best of all? Aly Salinger had never played a single game of Exploding Snap with her father that didn’t somehow end in Benjamin Salinger cheating his head off to win.
So it was almost like she was honoring her father’s dreams, after all.
But things were different now. Aly also, once upon a time, would have sworn she’d never play a position other than Keeper, break school rules in any way, shape, or form, or brew potions outside of class, but clearly, her situation had changed.
Her father hadn’t wanted to be smart. Her father hadn’t wanted to be academic, despite his placement in Ravenclaw. He’d wanted to be normal - to play a sport, to catch a girl’s eye, to enjoy his life. And instead, he’d died, alone and bored in an office job, leaving journals full of backlogged desires to his only daughter. Aly. And in reading them, she had gained a new appreciation for doing what needed to be done.
She was tired of following every rule. Tired of being her mother’s perfect image, molded to be the faultless pureblood she had never really been. Aly Salinger was ready for adventure, ready for her life to change.
And that meant learning how to cheat.
Locked up in the Salinger home for five months over the ending period of her fourth year, and then for longer over the summer, Aly got her hands on every Quidditch book she could find, dreaming of the day she’d make it back on the pitch. She scoured descriptions of maneuvres for details, taking in every word of history of past players and daring feats. But best of all, there were seven hundred recorded ways one could foul in Quidditch, and Aly read up on each and every one… at least, of the ones that were published.
If a player other than the Seeker touched the Snitch, that was a Snitchnip (something Aly, never a Seeker, had always sort of wanted to do anyway). If more than one Chaser flew into the goal area, that was called Stooging. Tampering with the Quaffle was Quaffle-pocking, overuse of elbows was Cobbing… the list went on and on. And those weren’t even all seven hundred! It kept her awake at night at times, wondering what the other hundreds of unreleased fouls might be. She even dreamed up a few of her own, because thinking of that was definitely preferable over wondering if her abandoned friends missed her, hated her, or some combination of the two.
So by the time Aly returned to school and rejoined the Quidditch team, she did so with a new, extensive knowledge on fouls and a better outlook on how she wanted to live her life. Hesper Livingston-Salinger had never broken a rule? So be it. Aly was not her mother.
She was her own person. One who would do anything to win. One who didn’t care what the rules were. One who would cheat. (Albeit, hopefully, not hurting anyone. She was still a healer at heart.)
Best of all? Aly Salinger had never played a single game of Exploding Snap with her father that didn’t somehow end in Benjamin Salinger cheating his head off to win.
So it was almost like she was honoring her father’s dreams, after all.
WC: 549/400
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Status: Approved, Emery, 25 June
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STA 10 | EVA 14 | STR 5 | WIS 19 | ARC 7 | ACC 18 Charmer • Keeper’s Catch • Paragon of Health • Lovely Creature • Foulplay • Keen Eye who's afraid of little old me? |
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