11 Jun 2026, 09:54
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Character name (First and last name): Arina Bannikova

School Year or Adult Level: First Year

Does any Profile Card info need changing? Yes, I want to change my name to Arlen Maeve Byrn, because I used my real name.

Link to the character page: ִ「 ✦ Arina ✦ 」

Character Statistics: Your stat total should be 35 if fully human, 30 if you have a special ability/race.

Wisdom 7
Evasion 4
Strength 6
Stamina 5
Arcane 7
Accuracy 6

Character Special Race/Talent: Human

Character Backstory:
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I was born in a muggle family in the small village on the edge of the port town Waterford in Ireland. There was wonderful nature, surrounding us. Forests, meadows, rivers, and sea. I was growing up with my parents and little brother. The life was free and amazing. From the young age, I liked books and cats. In our village there were many of them. Most of my time, I was reading in a big library in my house. I was quite smart for my age and kind. Kids there liked me, as I could suggest them many solutions how to get a paper airplane from the tree or how to cook a cake for someone's birthday. I was enjoying my life.
But one day, my parents said to me that we are living Ireland, maybe forever. I was destroyed. Ireland was everything that I had. How about wonderful forests and our village, the sea? London will be awful, I thought. I was 9, when we left Ireland. Even though, I was sad, I tried to find something good in there. I believed that life there would be much more better.
When we arrived, London seemed not very pleased. It was raining all the time. As it was the end of August, I didn't have much time to get bored, as school started. And it was quite different from my beloved school in Ireland. The program was quite easy for me, but kids were mean there. They called me names and pushed me. I didn't notice it much, but it was insulting. However, there I made friend with a cool girl, that was also helping me fighting back with them. Her name was Elisabeth. One day, a strange thing happened.
It was in October, in my new school. I was 10 yeas old. That day, on the big break, one boy and his band decided to chase me. I ran as fast as I could, but my legs were pretty tired, after the P.E. lesson. When we were running near canteen, they almost caught me. They were just behind me, when two big containers with trash fell right on their heads. It was very cool, but there was no wind to push the containers on them. However, later I didn’t think much about it.
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First Instance of Magic:
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It was at my new school in London. I was 10 years old. I wanted to start new life in this busy town, but fate had different plans on me. Some children were very mean at my school! They were calling me names, such as “Village Rat”. I was a little bit surprised and sad, when I heard it. One day, on the big break, one boy and his band decided to chase me. I ran as fast as I could, but my legs were pretty tired, after the P.E. lesson. When we were running near canteen, they almost caught me. They were just behind me, when two big containers with trash fell right on their head. It was very cool, but there was no wind to push the containers on them. However, later I didn’t think much about it.
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"Time is on our side"

11 Jun 2026, 16:55
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Character name (First and last name): Wisteria Ames
School Year or Adult Level: 1st year
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?t=47190
Character Statistics:
STAMINA: 6
EVASION: 7
STRENGTH: 4
WISDOM: 10
ARCANE POWER: 6
ACCURACY: 5
Abilities: None
Character Backstory:
Biography: Wisteria grew up in a pureblood family, but her family didn't care that they were purebloods. Her parents were always helping others, and often took Wisteria and her little brother Aster to volunteer or donate somewhere.
However, her parents were extremely strict about academics and pushed Wisteria to study instead of playing. Sometimes they scolded her harshly when she made mistakes, believing strict discipline would help her succeed. Despite this, Wisteria loved her family more than anything else in the whole world, because they truly cared about her and wanted the best for her. Her brother was also treated like this, but less harshly because he was younger.

First Instance of Magic: Once, when Wisteria was climbing up a tree because she wanted to reach one of the apples on the top, she lost her footing and fell down. It was a very tall tree, and Wisteria thought she would die. However, she floated down very softly, almost like a feather, and landed with no injuries. This all happened when she was 4 years old, at a park. Her parents and little brother were watching, and they were overjoyed.

"I did not bow down to you, I bowed down to all the suffering of humanity." -Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
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Wisteria Ames

11 Jun 2026, 20:04
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Character name (First and last name): Helena Fogalty
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? bloodstatus, pureblood, residence, milton keynes, nationality, american/calafornia
Link to the character page: BOOM!
Character Statistics:
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Stamina: 6
Evasion: 5
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 5
ArcPower: 8
Accuracy: 7

Character Special Race/Talent: Human/witch
First Instance of Magic:
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Summer. Helena hated that season. Hot, sweaty, wet. She pulled a disgusted face thinking about it. She rolled out of bed and climbed downstairs. Her hair messy, tangled and bushy. Aunt? Her aunt was here? Now? She let out a grumble of pure hot hatred. Aunt Meryl was atroshious. Her behaviour, how she spits out comments at everything, moans, complains. She was racist too, since Dad had married the proud carribean mother, Evelyn. I looked more like my mother with my warm tone but Jasmine a pale brown colour. Meryl despised Helena. Her brown tone, her volumious wild curls. Her tight white bun slicked back, Meryl stood glancing at Helena. She rolled her eyes at the sight of her terrible aunt. She pushed past her and grabbed cereal in the kitchen. Meryl glared at Helena her face slowly painting red. "Manners? I don't know if you think your back in Africa but here in England, we follow british manners. Of course you wouldn't know since your country doesn't have them." Helena's jaw fell open and her emotions poured filling with anger and hatred. She scowled and ran at Meryl. CRASH! They both stood, the air silent and cold as they both turned their heads to find a vase on the floor, broken, smashed.

Its during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light - Aristotle

shop ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ helena ✧˖°. ency

Yesterday, 03:33
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Character name : Enora James
Full name:
Enora Jane Leane Zephora Xeana Katie Quinn Victoria James


School Year: 1st year

Does any Profile Card info need changing? I think- I would like to become a seer

Link to the character page: Enora James

Character Statistics: Your stat total should be 35 if fully human, 30 if you have a special ability/race.

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Stamina:4

Evasion: 6

Strength: 4

Wisdom: 6

ArcPower: 5

Accuracy:5
Character Special Race/Talent: Seer

Seer Application
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Ever since she was a young girl (around six) Enora loved her unique look. Mystirious green on one eye and a hazel eye on the other. Her Hair was a beautiful light brown with some naterual dark highlights-something unussual for her year ( or at least for her-as her best freind was a blonde and so was her father-her mother had red hair and her sister had red hair).

Six year old Enora was both furious and terrified when she woke up one morning to find that her eyes were a misty silver color. She ran into her parents room who, when they saw their daughter took her immeadeatly to the station medic-who to their horror told them that they could not dignose the condition. Urgent to "fix/heal" their daughter the family flew into dullas/DC to have her dignosed.

The muggle doctors,not knowing that she was/is a seer dignosed her with a Juvenile Cataract-causing her to spend many days in the hospital having medical care for a false condition. A year later when her hair started turning white her parents were even more horrified.The muggle doctors-once again wrong- thought she had a rare case of Vitilligo on her scalp-requireing many creams to be applyed to her scalp daily.- Over the years the white/silver highlights in Enora's hair continued to increase-eventually leading to (when she is sixteen-) full white hair.

Enora lightly saw things while growing up. One day when she was six and in dullas she "saw" a dog sittting in the middle of the path. She told her parents of it they took her to see a nurse who told her that she just needed to drink more water. Little did the family know that same dog
was the dog who the nurse almost tripped over the next day. Another time when Enora was seven she saw an artic hare sitting on the path outside her house. There was no hare until two days after-when Enora saw things that noone else could see in Antartica she would lie down in her bed and drink some water.(sometimes she would go to see the fort nurse Mr Falden-he told her to do the same thing every time) When Enora was ten she had a vision (not a full one but fuller then all of her others). Her vision was that she woke up and was in the hospital wing of the fort-it was a VERY hazey vision but it was one. The next day she fell into a deep snowbank-knocking herself out. She woke up in the hospital wing of Fort McMurdo-compleating the vision.

Later in life after Enora had had her powers explained to her she looked back on those times and found it ironic that she thought she was going crazy, or that she had multiple rare desises when it was really just her rare magical talents comeing out and showing themselves.

After looking in her history Enora found out that her great great great great great graet great great great great great grandma Smith was a seer on her father's side and that her great great great great great great great great great great great great grandmama on her mother's side was a seer. And that the pureblood familys had eventually lost all or their memory and generational powers after her great great great great great great great great grandparents had married muggles and so on-leading to the familly not knowing of magic at all and being muggles.

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Character Backstory:
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On new years eve-just as the clock signaled the beginning of,twenty twenty four, a new baby girl was born to the James family. She was as pure and fair as you could ever see in a child.-Her parents-Conillius and Lily James were estatic. But they did have one problem-they could not chose a name for her! They already had eight different names they would want and they loved every one of them. Eventually the girls grandfather Yesateaque sugested to the couple that they just use all of the names and the idea was adopted immeaditly-giveing the girl nine names in total (one first, seaven middle, one last)

Three months after this Conillius James was offered a job in the antartic reaserch facalty of McMurdo-Ross Island. By the time Enora was six months old she was already living in Antartica.

Enora lived happily in Antartica-learning to read by the time she was two years old. Because of the fact that Enora was in one of the most remote places ever she did not get much child interaction-minus her best freind Lyxie (she moved away around the time that Enora turned four.They have been pen-pals ever since) . When Enora was three years old, she decided to pursue music-she started playing Violin and discoved that seh also had a passion for classical music! A year later she heard another beautiful sound that she wanted to make-Viola. So she started teaching herself Violin and Viola when she was only four years old(noone was ever quite sure if Enora was learning at such speed due to bordom or if she really had a urge to learn-mkost people consitered it the latter) .Also in that year Enora had a new baby sister named Winnie, the seacond in an antartica bound family.

With Winnie the James family wasn't sure if they wanted to stay in the antarticas-It was not the "normal" childhood they had always imagined for their kid, it was unique." And Unique isn't always bad!"- as Enora's grandmother Matilda would say-Lily reminded herself.

Both Enora and Winnie grew in knoledge and stature over the next year. Winnie was not quite the geinus that her older sister was/is at her age but she was smart and Enora loved her. They were the best of siblings-even if they did have their arguments over the years( Though it was really just Enora getting mad at baby Winnie for doing something).

The year after that, when Enora was eight years old,Lily was pregnaut with another sibling-A boy named Thomas. Lily and Cornilius talked and talked about what they would do with the coming child until a desition was reached- They were moving to Fairbanks, Alaska for a few months while their father continued his reaserch and resignation for the last three months. After that time the family would move to Copley, England just before Thomas was born.

Thomas grew up with a very different life from his sister(s- Winnie was young enough that she would not be heavily affected by her life in Antartica-unlike Enora)- While they had grown up the only freinds they knew were Lyxie, each other, and some other adults.Thomas(and Winnie) on the other hand would grow up being homeschooled and playing sports and interations with other children. Enora would have a high sensitivity to heat and a form of social anxtidy while her siblings would grow up finding Enora's "normal" as freezing cold and have no social weaknesses. There are a dozen more differences that are not named as well.

When Enora had just moved to Copley(she would have been eight) she was caught in a raging bilizerd and could not find her way. She was about to freeze when she was suddenly warm for a few seaconds without any naterual heat-a fire of her own. Afterward she was quickly found by her Saint Brenard, Milo, her , Snow, and her father who brought her to safety quickly-taking her to a muggle hospital to have her checked on. She stayed in that hospital for twelve weeks-under very spetial care,leaving the nurses were forever surprised of how the girl didn't compleately freeze. Although when she looks back on it now Enora sees it as magic, her and her family had always counted it as a miricale and never let Winnie or Thomas outside when there was heavy snow again.

After about six months in the village,in a remote place, the James' started a libary. Her parents ran that libary for the rest of their life (or at least so far) , running multiple book themed events each year along with the winter fest-one of Enora's favorite times of the year.

Enora was/is very heat sensitive and socially trobled (shy and scared around starngers and comfertable and open among friends) so she and her mother have been working with Revere Zache-a counceler- to helpp her with her issues and dissabilities

When Enora was eleven, she (after having a half vision- that she would be having mail) recieved a letter- something suprising for her( all of her letters were from Lyxie if any). A letter that told her that she was/is a witch and that she was invited to attend a magical school called Hogwarts on september first.

Enora has been half panicing the whole time since then-Packing and Unpacking, Being Excited and afraid, scared and brave.She plans to pursue music as well as magic and to study hard to show that even if she lived half her life in antartica she can still do well.
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First Instance of Magic:
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When Enora had just moved to Copley(she would have been eight) she was caught in a raging bilizerd and could not find her way. She was about to freeze when she was suddenly warm for a few seaconds without any naterual heat-a fire of her own. Afterward she was quickly found by her Saint Brenard, Milo, her , Snow, and her father who brought her to safety quickly-taking her to a muggle hospital to have her checked on. She stayed in that hospital for twelve weeks-under very spetial care,leaving the nurses were forever surprised of how the girl didn't compleately freeze. Although when she looks back on it now Enora sees it as magic, her and her family had always counted it as a miricale.
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"To play a wrong note is insignificant; to play without passion is inexcusable!" — Ludwig van Beethoven

That's why I love spiders. 'If at first you don't succeed, try, try, try again.- Diana Wynne Jones

53 minutes ago
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Character name (First and last name): Nicandro Henderson
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing?:Nope
Link to the character page: Nic‘s Ency
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 4
Evasion: 4
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 8
Arcane Power: 6
Accuracy: 6
Character Special Race/Talent: Parselmouth
Parselmouth Application:
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If someone were to go back a long, long time ago and look at the oldest of generations of the Henderson family, one comes to the conclusion that they’ve descended from no one else than Salazar Slytherin. With that heritage of blood, a rare talent has the chance to be passed on, the ability to understand and communicate with snakes, known as Parselmouths. For many Hendersons, this talent never manifested in their blood, and it was believed to be lost, tarnished by non-parselmouth blood. Then, this was proven wrong as a young lady, Dialyn Henderson, five generations before Nicandro’s and Anwen’s, discovered that she again possessed it. Snakes were her friends much more than humans and she grew up to become a treacherous woman known for her dark tendencies and lust for power that eventually got the best of her. Dialyn was looked upon with shame as she brought nothing but a bad reputation to the family name. Luckily, no other Parselmouth seemed to manifest for many births to come.

Eventually, the gene would strike again and choose yet another bearer: a boy just born in the small city St. Asaph seemed to be perfect for it. The special ability manifested itself early in form of a strange fascination for the scaly, hissing creatures. A first sign was that when they were outside together, he’d point into the grass and happily cry out 'Snake!', long before his other family members spotted it. That resulted in them telling him that they wouldn’t associate with these creatures and left the place as soon as possible.

Later, whenever Nicandro snuck out at night and took breaks from studying outside during the day and stumbled upon a snake, he never seemed particularly afraid of them. Rather the opposite, he had a fondness of them, allowed them to slither around him, and touched their bodies every now and then because he could’ve swore they were soft. Being surrounded by snakes brought him a certain sense of ease and comfort, but also confidence and understanding. They never accused him of not working hard enough and they never pressed him to do more, never thought, even if not spoken aloud, that he’d have to work hard to make his family proud. There were no expectations to say the right thing, as animals didn’t really speak, now, did they? Well, apparently they do. Nicandro’s kinship led to him talking to the snakes about his worries, frustrations and everything that bothered him, unknowingly in hisses. And the snakes listened. He never really told his parents about it because he knew what they were going to say. Every child went through this phase where they came up with imaginary friends to get attention. Their creativity was too big and their minds too bored at that age, so claiming that snakes were his best friend wouldn’t be anything unusual or something he’d want to talk about, also because early experience had shown him that his parents were anything but fond of the snakes.

One day, a snake that Nicandro had seen a lot in the grass patches growing close to their house, ended up inside their home and making its way to the little boy who greeted it in Parseltongue. His mother happened to be in the same room and screeched at the sight. With a broomstick, she tried hitting it. Nicandro started yelling at her not to harm the animal and told her that it was absolutely harmless. Gwynn (the mother) let herself be persuaded to place the snake under a bucket and let her husband take it out. She spend the rest of the day crying and reading books, locked in her room. Eventually, she came back out to have a serious talk with her son, who hadn’t even noticed that he switched language when near a snake. More or less calmly she explained him his ‘condition' and the staining reputation that came with it. The story about Dialyn was included and he was warned to keep it a secret as best as he could and to keep his distance from snakes and the language, especially around others that could witness him speaking it, fearing what he might become and the rumors that would spread with it.


Character Backstory: Nicandro grew up in northern Wales, St Asaph. There, he lived in a, from the outside, inconspicuous house in a magical neighbourhood. He stems from an entirely pure-blood family line. Expectations were always high regarding Henderson offspring, since a certain reputation comes along with the name. Famous wizards evolved, with some of Salazar Slytherin’s blood running in their veins. Nicandro’s parents educated with a strictness, wishing both their children to study hard and learn discipline and etiquette early in life. They dressed them in expensive clothes, spent money on the best private teachers they could find and reduced distraction to a minimum. Fun was a luxury kept from Nicandro for ‘the sake of focusing on the crucial things in life’. He had hardly any friends because he didn’t fit in with the other children
and didn’t share their hobbies. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to have friends, but studying so hard had the tribute of his free time. His mother deemed it important to form social connections to develop soft skills and gain prestige, but his father’s ambition quickly found hold in the young boy’s character and he pushed himself to his limits in order to impress him. Hours of studying bled into another, and at night, he finally allowed himself a break: He’d learn to leave the house in secret and play outside alone before his parents woke up. This skill was perfected over time, him getting better and better at analysing sleeping patterns and at lying, or rather bending the truth to his favour and liking. Nicandro was taught that being a pure-blood was a massive privilege as it was drilled into his head. Purity over everything. Clean blood, clean mind, clean of doubts. And what was a mere child to do when his parents claimed that that was the right and only correct way to think, to believe? The reason for his family telling him this over and over again was both because they were convinced of it themselves and to prevent him from falling in love with a muggle which would taint their carefully maintained bloodline. Slowly but surely, associating himself with simple muggles was an impossible task for him, not only because he grew up around magic and found their habits and simple way of life strange, but also because he developed an arrogant demeanour about his blood status and found himself superior. Nicandro had a lonely childhood, and while his parents tried to have him make friends with other pure-blood peers, he never seemed particularly interested in them. Conversations were too trivial and he couldn’t get his mind off his studies or the weight of his name. Nicandro Henderson, victory of a man, that’s what it was supposed to mean. Victory in competition? Victory in getting the best grades? Victory in becoming something great? What greatness could he ever achieve to satisfy himself? Thankfully, he wasn’t alone with his thoughts: his older sister Anwen confessed to feel the same pressure and they would spend their days defending each other in front of their relatives and playing games together. They were incredibly close.

First Instance of Magic: It wouldn’t be a surprise if Nicandro had shown first use of magic much earlier, as many of the Henderson’s did and do. His sister, for example, had her FIOM at the age of only three. Well, the family wasn’t worried that their son wouldn’t have any magic, but with passing years people eventually always start talking and spread their rumours. Then, at seven years of age, it finally happened: He was upset, lonely and hurt after his parents had forbidden him to go outside and play again until he had finished his homework properly, not just skimming over it and noting down the answers with a horrible handwriting and his mind floating in another room. He was just a kid, which was why it frustrated him so much at that time. Why were all the other children allowed to take breaks and do their tasks sloppily but he wasn’t?! He didn’t want to continue doing this stupid work, and the 'Nicandro, dear, education and discipline are important to be successful in life' and the polite, half-hearted 'yes, dad' were boiling over into clenched fists and eventually a loss of control of Nicandro‘s emotions. Without touching it, he burst the glass that his father was drinking out of which he had just raised to his lips to take a sip. Of course, that came with mixed feelings. The shirt had been expensive, but hey, at least their son had finally put some sort of honor to his name by proving his magic.