Mahoutokoro NPC
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NPC Name: Hiro Bakugo
Link: Accio!
Year: Second Year
Stats: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | ArcPower: 4 | Accuracy: 6
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[quote][center][img]/images/upload/38p94s.webp[/img][/center] [quote][size=150][i]Stats[/i][/size][reducio][b]Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 6 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 9[/b][/reducio][right][size=150][i]Abilities[/i][/size][/right][reducio][b]Broken Broomshaft[/b] [right][b]Fearless[/b][/right][/reducio][size=150][i]Items[/i][/size][reducio][/reducio][/quote] [center]─────────────[color=transparent].[/color][b]▱[/b][color=transparent].[/color]─────────────[/center][quote][center][size=105][b][color=#ac4a49]Is Your Character a Broom Racer? NO! Is Your Character a Duelist? NO! Is Your Character a Quidditch Player? YES! Hiro is a 1st String Beater on the Quidditch team. STATS: Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 6 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 9[/color][/b][/size][/center][/quote][center]─────────────[color=transparent].[/color][b]▱[/b][color=transparent].[/color]─────────────[/center][/quote]
Abilities: Fearless
ReducioYou do not scare easily. In fact they might even call you fearless.
Prerequisites: None
Effect: Fear effects such as a dhmpir's aura, the ability terrible presence, a lycanothrope's intimidation or certain charms, potions and jinxes that would normally cause a fear effect do not work on you as you are immune to them.
In Dueling
• In a duel with a Year 3+ Dhampir (with activated aura), or a player with Terrible Presence, a Fearless player won't suffer from their debuffs (10% auto-fail, 10% auto-miss, +1 Critical Failure range, –10% spell damage).
Hiro might look like someone who would scare easily, with his overly friendly personality and his tendency to bother others. But in fact, he is actually the opposite by nature. Nothing really seems to scare him. This is possibly because of what he's been through and how his mind got broken by his parents. Or perhaps it has nothing to do with his parents and was just something that naturally developed inside him as he became older. Whatever the reason is, it is very hard to scare Hiro.
No one knows how to do this and all attempts have failed. There is a big difference between being startled and being scared and although sometimes one might be able to startle him, no one has ever achieved the coveted goal of scaring him. The difference between being startled and being scared? Being startled means your body reacts instinctively. Being scared means you freak out and either yell/scream or curse. Or run away from the scene. The latter has never happened to him.
He's been confronted by dhampir's auras, lycanothrope's intimidation, terrible presences and various potions, charms and other things. But Hiro always managed to come out unscathed. Perhaps this also has to do with his stubbornness. Since he's always around everyone and sticks to their side even when they try to drive him away, one could say Hiro has picked up the ability to become immune to things. At first he got destroyed and had to spend time at the healer's place.
But as with most things, if you continue to 'expose' yourself to the same thing, eventually you will pick up some kind of immunity to them. After spending an entire year with people casting spells on him, physically lashing out at him, tricking him into consuming potions and activating their special abilities on him, Hiro ended up with an impressive array of immunity towards various things. And his energy towards others never changed one bit in the process. He probably never will lose this.
He still likes to seek out others and bother them on a regular basis. Most people now have resigned themselves to their fate and some have even come to depend upon him being there for them, although they will never admit that openly to others. And still, no one has yet been able to scare Hiro even once. He really doesn't seem to be afraid of anything, which makes some people extremely curious. What would it take to actually scare Hiro? Only two people know the answer.
And they won't say anything to anyone because they try to pretend as if they never had a son.
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PENDING - Your character was approved with the stats "Stats: Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | ArcPower: 4 | Accuracy: 6" but your iNPC's trunk had two sets of stats (the ones approved and a different unrelated set "Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 9"). This has been corrected to the stats you were approved with, so you'll need to edit your increase in stats based off the original stats.
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I don't know who to owl about this, I'm assuming Hjordis Jensen?
Because that's who did my trunk. I sent an owl to you! Let me know if I need to do anything!
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Solomon Note: Their coding continues to be incorrect, however their stat gains written in the visible area do appear to be correct. I manually assigned the stats to complete this and made very clear receipts and sent them as an owl.
Stats: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | ArcPower: 4 | Accuracy: 6
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Mahoutokoro NPC
iNPC Name: Chikao NarumiiNPC Update
Link: Forbidden Knowledge
Year: Second Year
Stats:
Stamina: 10
Evasion: 0
Strength: 10
Wisdom: 7 (+2) = 9
Arcane Power: 1
Accuracy: 7 (+3) = 10
Ability: Terrible Presence
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There is something that is just... not right about you. A chill in the air, a sense felt deep in the bones. The shadows might seem more lively, the night might play more tricks on your opponent's eyes. Yet there is one, undeniable truth -- the source is you.
Prerequisite: None
Restriction: Cannot be taken with the ability Charmer or with the ability Calming Presence.
Effect: Players in threads with a character with this ability (friend or foe) would have a +1 critical failure chance (or is they roll a 1 or a 2 they would critically fail) which can be countered Perfectionist and a Seer's Fifth Year Skill indiscriminate knowledge as well as -10% damages done by the opponent which is not considered to be damage reduction, but simply less damage done by everyone in the thread regardless of the target except the user of this ability and 10% auto-miss chance for everyone in the thread besides the user.
A user with this aura cannot be hidden or in stealth in a topic nor can they turn it off unless they are a dhampir with unsettling aura.
This ability in its entirety can be countered with the ability Fearless.
Prerequisite: None
Restriction: Cannot be taken with the ability Charmer or with the ability Calming Presence.
Effect: Players in threads with a character with this ability (friend or foe) would have a +1 critical failure chance (or is they roll a 1 or a 2 they would critically fail) which can be countered Perfectionist and a Seer's Fifth Year Skill indiscriminate knowledge as well as -10% damages done by the opponent which is not considered to be damage reduction, but simply less damage done by everyone in the thread regardless of the target except the user of this ability and 10% auto-miss chance for everyone in the thread besides the user.
A user with this aura cannot be hidden or in stealth in a topic nor can they turn it off unless they are a dhampir with unsettling aura.
This ability in its entirety can be countered with the ability Fearless.
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Chikao Narumi was well known throughout Mahoutokoro as a troublesome student. Originally he wore blue robes and was one of the top students in his year. Yet, he was also known for being someone who had a short temper and for being incredibly strong. Chikao couldn't stand the amount of jealousy and talk about himself and his friends from surrounding students, and he typically responded by fighting students. Despite being a pureblood, he always relied on his own strength and fist to take care of other students. His strength was rather absurd for a student his age, and with it he brought fear to the many students at Mahoutokoro who got on his bad side.
Eventually, Chikao changed and wanted to turn a new leaf. He became tired of trying to keep his blue robes in their navy color and he really wanted to just enjoy his life. He soon gave up on trying so hard and decided to live a more tranquil and fun life. His grades dropped, as did the color ranking of his robes, and he found himself doing whatever he wanted day after day. Even though Chikao became more peaceful and lazy during his life, there was still the issue of facing other students and faculty at Mahoutokoro. Chikao still displayed intellectual capabilities, but he always chose to not give it his all when it came to his work. As such, many faculty and students became upset with Chikao and his choices and were rather enraged by them. Chikao tried his hardest to ignore everyone, but it eventually led to broken relationships and pain for himself and others.
Chikao tried his hardest to ignore everyone, and he tried his hardest to control his short temper and rage. He found going from navy blue to a lavender-colored robe was much harder than going from a lavender-colored to blue-colored robe. He soon snapped and figured he just needed to live with his rage rather than try and suppress it. Chikao still kept his lazy nature and still acted tranquil in nature. However, he began to find himself fighting students again and using his fist in multiple scenarios for students he thought deserved it. Chikao began to enjoy fighting and he soon developed a devious smile for the fights he would start or become a part of. No matter how calm in nature he appeared, a terrible and rage-filled presence could be felt from Chikao. Since Chikao caused fear in other students and he spoke the language of giants frequently, he was given the nickname "Oni" by many students who feared him. As such, he was seen as a demon who took pleasure in others' pain. In reality, Chikao never wanted to fight anyone again. Unfortunately, that wasn't a choice in his mind and he decided that the only way to make people listen was to prove that you were in fact better than them. Soon his hatred for fighting became something he enjoyed. A feat that he and everyone would fear. For sometimes he took joy in his actions where many would-be disgusted or horrified by them.
Eventually, Chikao changed and wanted to turn a new leaf. He became tired of trying to keep his blue robes in their navy color and he really wanted to just enjoy his life. He soon gave up on trying so hard and decided to live a more tranquil and fun life. His grades dropped, as did the color ranking of his robes, and he found himself doing whatever he wanted day after day. Even though Chikao became more peaceful and lazy during his life, there was still the issue of facing other students and faculty at Mahoutokoro. Chikao still displayed intellectual capabilities, but he always chose to not give it his all when it came to his work. As such, many faculty and students became upset with Chikao and his choices and were rather enraged by them. Chikao tried his hardest to ignore everyone, but it eventually led to broken relationships and pain for himself and others.
Chikao tried his hardest to ignore everyone, and he tried his hardest to control his short temper and rage. He found going from navy blue to a lavender-colored robe was much harder than going from a lavender-colored to blue-colored robe. He soon snapped and figured he just needed to live with his rage rather than try and suppress it. Chikao still kept his lazy nature and still acted tranquil in nature. However, he began to find himself fighting students again and using his fist in multiple scenarios for students he thought deserved it. Chikao began to enjoy fighting and he soon developed a devious smile for the fights he would start or become a part of. No matter how calm in nature he appeared, a terrible and rage-filled presence could be felt from Chikao. Since Chikao caused fear in other students and he spoke the language of giants frequently, he was given the nickname "Oni" by many students who feared him. As such, he was seen as a demon who took pleasure in others' pain. In reality, Chikao never wanted to fight anyone again. Unfortunately, that wasn't a choice in his mind and he decided that the only way to make people listen was to prove that you were in fact better than them. Soon his hatred for fighting became something he enjoyed. A feat that he and everyone would fear. For sometimes he took joy in his actions where many would-be disgusted or horrified by them.
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It takes a Mad King to create Change. I am no King, but I pull the Chords of Insanity.
Mahoutokoro NPC
NPC Name: Hiro Bakugo
Link: Accio!
Year: Second Year
Content Changes: Updating my trunk coding to something new!
Trunk Coding: Please use the code down below.
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[quote][size=150][i]Stats[/i][/size][reducio][b]Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | ArcPower: 4 | Accuracy: 6[/b][/reducio][right][size=150][i]Abilities[/i][/size][/right][reducio][b]Broken Broomshaft[/b]
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[center]─────────────[color=transparent].[/color][b]▱[/b][color=transparent].[/color]─────────────[/center][quote][center][size=105][b][color=#ac4a49]Is Your Character a Broom Racer? NO!
Is Your Character a Duelist? NO!
Is Your Character a Quidditch Player? YES!
Hiro is a 1st String Beater on the Quidditch team.
STATS:
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | ArcPower: 4 | Accuracy: 6[/color][/b][/size][/center][/quote][center]─────────────[color=transparent].[/color][b]▱[/b][color=transparent].[/color]─────────────[/center][/quote]| kim sato tone bakugo | sta • 10 | eva • 16 | str • 2 | wis • 10 | arc • 7 | acc • 17 sta • 10 | eva • 15 | str • 12 | wis • 7 | arc • 4 | acc • 17 |
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Mahoutokoro NPC
Coraline Harvey γɘvɿɒH ɘnilɒɿoƆ
=========================== | name: Coraline Harvey School: Mahoutokoro Year: Moving into second year Status: Muggleborn Appearance: Her strange clothes are often covered with paint or mud. Originally She's got long awkwardly cut curly locks of hair and pale skin. however shes dyed her hair and often wears it in pony tails like a child. She's got a large gap between her two front teeth and she often dresses as a child (her parents still dress her!) Personality: She's a big cry baby. She has over flowing emotions and really doesn't understand the words 'grow up' She is very superstitious and her family is very weird as well. She has a childish room and personality. If someone angers her just enough she will start yelling and speak her mind. She claims that she can hear the whispers of spirits sometimes. History: Reducio Coraline Harvey is a very peculiar girl. For one, she has an odd sense of humor. It's hard to make her laugh with a good joke since she won't find it funny. Her own jokes are odd and can cause some argument or cause conflict. She isn't a *nerd* persay, but she doesn't fit in. She likes animals as well as art. Her strange clothes are often covered with paint or mud. Originally She's got long awkwardly cut curly locks of hair and pale skin. however shes dyed her hair and often wears it in pony tails like a child. She avoids numbers such as 13 and always knocks on wood. She acts very strange, and she believes in spirits as well as the after life. She rarely sleeps at night so she instead spends her time trying to read the stars. She has her own pack of tarrot cards where she used to do readings for family or random people. She wears round glasses and she has a button nose. Her eyes are bright blue as her mother's. When she was 5, her family moved to Japan. Her mother believed a place such as Japan would be better for their life style as well as her career. She went to a muggle school, obviously, and she would take out her tarrot cards or skip stones while singing a song about witches. But not Hogwarts kind, the kind that were cursed or tried to eat children. Sometimes she would mutter under her breath about things that will happen. A group of kids thought she was weird and finally showed their annoyance and fear of her. They started dancing around her while chanting that she was a witch (an evil one) and some even threw stones at her feet. At that very moment, a strong taste of wind came in and a murder of crows attacked the kids. Coraline, of course, thought this was a sign from the spirits. The kids decided it was Coraline's fault, so she got punched in the face. This incident is why she has a large gap between her two front teeth. Her mother had healed her injuries with the use of... energy healing. At the age of 9, she began her interest in tarrot cards and trying to see the future. Her mother and father full-heartedly supported this as they were strange folks as well. Her mother had a large garden and a strange collection of crystals all around the house. Her mother and father were both hippies, with there strange style. They were vegetarian just like Coraline, as they felt that eating meat would bring bad luck. Her mother worked as an energy healer while her father writes for a newspaper on spirituality. They have multiple birds as pets at their house. |
Is your character a Quidditch Player? YES Keeper
Is your character a Duelist? NO
Stats: Stamina: 5
Evasion: 5
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 8
Arcane Power: 6
Accuracy: 7
FOR SECOND YEAR:
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 7
Strength: 6
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 6
Accuracy: 8
Abilities: N/A
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Mahoutokoro NPC
NPC Name: Chiaki Hiroi
Link: Here!
Year: Second
Stats: No change to current
Abilities:'s Grace
ReducioChiaki's ability to be stealthy came even before she was born. Her mother wasn't even aware she was pregnant with Chiaki until the second trimester, when she started showing symptoms. And then, even after birth, Chiaki had an innate ability to sneak around. She would regularly manage to escape the house when her parents were arguing, and arrive at her grandparents' via bus (that she had managed to sneak aboard). If her parents began to shout when she was in the room, she was easily able to sneak out (though due to the loud yelling it wasn't the most difficult).
After her grandparents' tragic passing in a car accident, Chiaki found that she was no longer able to escape to theirs when things became loud and violent at home. As a result, every time her parents fought for three weeks, she would climb from her bedroom window and run around her small seaside town, looking for a place to hide. And she managed to get pretty far several times. She could easily slip ino buildings or sites that she didn't realise she couldn't be in, and then be gone just as quickly before anybody noticed. Some of her favourite hiding spots were tucked away in overgrown corners of old or run down buildings that she had no business being in, but was also never caught in. There had been one occassion that she thought that she needed to run, but when the guards appraoched, somehow she managed to get away undetected. That was the closest she'd been to serious trouble, but it didn't stop her from returning to that spot.
This habit of sneaking about was just something that she couldn't shake when she arrived at Mahoutokoro. If noticed, people would comment how she skulked around like a cat in the background of almost every situation. Howeverhen she wasn't actively being her bubbly and cheerful self, she very easily blended into the background. Maybe it was because she was surprisingly short, or just wasn't the most noticeable when she wasn't speaking. This allowed her to get away with several midnight scrapes, especially when she would have her private midnight flying sessions with Hiro and Ayako and try to beat her own time of the fastest lap around the school on a broom. There was something soothing about the cold night air, and something thrilling about barely escaping serious trouble, whether it be at school or at the chaos which ought to be known as home.
Word Count: 415
Extracurricular: Broom Racer (already)
Content Changes: n/a
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[quote][quote][center][b][u][size=150]CHIAKI HIROI: TRUNK[/size][/u][/b][/center][/quote] [quote][center][b][size=130]STATISTICS:[/size][/b] [/center] [quote][table] [tr] [td][center]STAMINA: 9[/center][/td] [td][center]EVASION: 6[/center][/td] [td][center]STRENGTH: 4[/center][/td] [/tr] [tr] [td][center]WISDOM: 6[/center][/td] [td][center]ARCANE POWER: 7[/center][/td] [td][center]ACCURACY: 8[/center][/td] [/tr] [/table][/quote][/quote] [quote][center][b][size=130]ABILITIES:[/size][/b][/center] [quote][table] [tr] [td][quote][b]Ability 1: Calming Presence[/b] [reducio]With such a turbulent home life, Chiaki always longed for a sense of calm in her life, away from the shouts and yells of her seemingly always infuriated parents. Upon arriving at Mahoutokoro, she took it upon herself to never make anyone feel the way she did at home. Ever since she stepped foot in the school, knowing that she wouldn't be hearing her parents shouting and yelling, she felt instantly at ease. When Chiaki started to make friends at Mahoutokoro, she portrayed a happy and bubbly, yet somewhat soothing or calming exterior so her brain would not stray to her parents' fighting. Each of Chiaki's friends reported that they instantly felt calmer when they were around her. Any anger or built up pressure beneath the surface of them was relieved when they would even be simply near her. This attracted many new friends to her. As she quickly befriended two Quidditch players and followed them around like a puppy to their practices, she would be reported to put the team at ease, epecially before a big match. However, playing Quidditch was never much of Chiaki's interest. There was too much chaos, too many things happening at once. Broom racing was much more her style. There was only one clear objective, and that was to win. Even if that required a little bending of the rules. But before a race, they would never be so nervous as all the fliers that came before her would warn her about. Many would always around her before a race, trying to absorb some of the calm energy she released unknowingly. As soon as she would fly ahead, however, the calm they felt instantly begin to disappear. However, it was only truly noticeable when Mahoutokoro was the host of a spectularly large fight between several students. Chiaki wasn't aware of the violence occuring in the grounds, so she observed through a window what all the fuss and bother was about. Instead, she was horrified by the brutal punches and kicks that were being thrown. However, as soon as she appeared in person, the fighting died down. Rage could still be seen in the fighters' eyes, but they were no longer fighting. And Chiaki had managed to stop it. Everybody knew then that Chiaki's presence was... special. Something about the chaos and turbulence from her past meant that she was able to bring the sense of calm that was much needed by many students, and even some of the teachers on occasion.[/reducio][/quote][/td] [td][quote][b]Ability 2: Cat's Grace[/b] [reducio]Chiaki's ability to be stealthy came even before she was born. Her mother wasn't even aware she was pregnant with Chiaki until the second trimester, when she started showing symptoms. And then, even after birth, Chiaki had an innate ability to sneak around. She would regularly manage to escape the house when her parents were arguing, and arrive at her grandparents' via bus (that she had managed to sneak aboard). If her parents began to shout when she was in the room, she was easily able to sneak out (though due to the loud yelling it wasn't the most difficult). After her grandparents' tragic passing in a car accident, Chiaki found that she was no longer able to escape to theirs when things became loud and violent at home. As a result, every time her parents fought for three weeks, she would climb from her bedroom window and run around her small seaside town, looking for a place to hide. And she managed to get pretty far several times. She could easily slip ino buildings or sites that she didn't realise she couldn't be in, and then be gone just as quickly before anybody noticed. Some of her favourite hiding spots were tucked away in overgrown corners of old or run down buildings that she had no business being in, but was also never caught in. There had been one occassion that she thought that she needed to run, but when the guards appraoched, somehow she managed to get away undetected. That was the closest she'd been to serious trouble, but it didn't stop her from returning to that spot. This habit of sneaking about was just something that she couldn't shake when she arrived at Mahoutokoro. If noticed, people would comment how she skulked around like a cat in the background of almost every situation. Howeverhen she wasn't actively being her bubbly and cheerful self, she very easily blended into the background. Maybe it was because she was surprisingly short, or just wasn't the most noticeable when she wasn't speaking. This allowed her to get away with several midnight scrapes, especially when she would have her private midnight flying sessions with Hiro and Ayako and try to beat her own time of the fastest lap around the school on a broom. There was something soothing about the cold night air, and something thrilling about barely escaping serious trouble, whether it be at school or at the chaos which ought to be known as home. [/reducio][/quote][/td] [/tr] [/table][/quote][/quote][/quote]
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Mahoutokoro NPC
NPC Name: Ayako Yamamura
Link:
Year: 2
Stats: No changes
Abilities: Interception, (hopefully) Evasive Maneuvers
Extracurricular: Quidditch - Chaser
Content Changes: Applied for Evasive Maneuvers
Trunk Coding:
Link:
Year: 2
Stats: No changes
Abilities: Interception, (hopefully) Evasive Maneuvers
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After hours of grueling practice and training in various sports and classes, Ayako's body has been honed into a finely sharpened blade of efficiency, but she owes her quick reflexes and survival instincts to a few sports in particular: Aikido and Quidditch.
Aikido is a martial arts discipline with an emphasis on the harmonious spirit and the unification of life energy. It isn't as aggressive, or dangerous for that matter, as many other similar disciplines. It has more of an emphasis on neutralizing danger while protecting the defender and the attacker.
On the physical level, it is about using an opponent's energy - and weight - against them, utilizing quick sidesteps and dodges as opposed to taking the brunt of an opponent's force head-on. It is very similar to quidditch, in that regard, and that is why it resonated so well with Ayako.
If a bludger was headed straight for her, she couldn't simply take the hit and carry on about her day and more than she could take an attack from a sparring opponent twice her size, so she began to rely on strategic dodging of blows that would otherwise be quite painful. It was often said that her movements were almost dance like, but she would deny it. Such dancelike grace was wasteful, and her movements were far more efficient than dances.
A sidestep here, a well-timed crouch there. These were the types of tactics she employed in Aikido, and they translated well into her career as a chaser. She could time a barrel roll down to the very second she needed to initiate to avoid a head-on collision with another player. She could swoop low at the last second to avoid a flying bludger. She could even fly upside down, if need be, to avoid any other potential obstacle.
This was a skill she worked hard at honing through hours of sparring and flying while narrowly avoiding the obstacles along the rocky coastline of Minami Iwo Jima.
Sure, she'd sustained many injuries early on - a few concussions, a great many bruises, and even a broken wrist early in her first year - but after all this pain and discipline, she had developed reflexes beyond what she'd been previously capable of. She was quick to recognize danger, and even quicker to react to it.
She could almost hear the sound of a distant bludger pushing against the wind resistance in her direction. She could almost hear the footsteps of an approaching opponent before they got close enough to strike. She could even feel the tingle of magic in the air as oncoming spells closed in on her.
In other words, she had learned to effectively use the blade that she had honed her body into, avoiding incoming danger and striking when the opportunity came.
After hours of grueling practice and training in various sports and classes, Ayako's body has been honed into a finely sharpened blade of efficiency, but she owes her quick reflexes and survival instincts to a few sports in particular: Aikido and Quidditch.
Aikido is a martial arts discipline with an emphasis on the harmonious spirit and the unification of life energy. It isn't as aggressive, or dangerous for that matter, as many other similar disciplines. It has more of an emphasis on neutralizing danger while protecting the defender and the attacker.
On the physical level, it is about using an opponent's energy - and weight - against them, utilizing quick sidesteps and dodges as opposed to taking the brunt of an opponent's force head-on. It is very similar to quidditch, in that regard, and that is why it resonated so well with Ayako.
If a bludger was headed straight for her, she couldn't simply take the hit and carry on about her day and more than she could take an attack from a sparring opponent twice her size, so she began to rely on strategic dodging of blows that would otherwise be quite painful. It was often said that her movements were almost dance like, but she would deny it. Such dancelike grace was wasteful, and her movements were far more efficient than dances.
A sidestep here, a well-timed crouch there. These were the types of tactics she employed in Aikido, and they translated well into her career as a chaser. She could time a barrel roll down to the very second she needed to initiate to avoid a head-on collision with another player. She could swoop low at the last second to avoid a flying bludger. She could even fly upside down, if need be, to avoid any other potential obstacle.
This was a skill she worked hard at honing through hours of sparring and flying while narrowly avoiding the obstacles along the rocky coastline of Minami Iwo Jima.
Sure, she'd sustained many injuries early on - a few concussions, a great many bruises, and even a broken wrist early in her first year - but after all this pain and discipline, she had developed reflexes beyond what she'd been previously capable of. She was quick to recognize danger, and even quicker to react to it.
She could almost hear the sound of a distant bludger pushing against the wind resistance in her direction. She could almost hear the footsteps of an approaching opponent before they got close enough to strike. She could even feel the tingle of magic in the air as oncoming spells closed in on her.
In other words, she had learned to effectively use the blade that she had honed her body into, avoiding incoming danger and striking when the opportunity came.
Extracurricular: Quidditch - Chaser
Content Changes: Applied for Evasive Maneuvers
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[b][i][size=125]Ayako Yamamura[/size][/i][/b]
Is your character a Broom Racer? No.
Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes.
Is your character a Duelist? No.
[b]Stats:[/b]
STA 8 | EVA 10 | STR 6 | WIS 5 | ARC 1 | ACC 10
[b]Abilities:[/b]
Interception
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When Ayako became an official live-in student at Mahoutokoro, she buried herself in her studies. She studied months ahead in every class, practiced her wand work and broom work religiously, and made every waking moment productive in some manner.
Unfortunately, she could only study so far ahead of her class before class time itself would become a waste of time for her, and she despised wasted time, so she had to find other ways to occupy her time. She dedicated this time instead to Quidditch, Aikido, Archery, and various other sports and activities. In other words, if it was an activity offered at Mahoutokoro, and it could help her to improve herself, Ayako accepted the challenge eagerly.
Archery allowed Ayako to hone her mind, learning to calm herself and ignore even the worst distractions. This proved invaluable, allowing her to focus and recognize threats and opportunities before they could possibly reach her.
Aikido allowed Ayako to hone her body, training her to respond to the events she noticed in her focused state. If a small object was coming for her, she might not always be able to catch it, but she could at least avoid it. If an opponent charged her, she might not always be able to counter it, but she could sidestep it, trapping them into a self-inflicted fall of their own creation.
Quidditch allowed her to put these skills together, sharpening her reflexes to a point she’d never reached before. She used her strong mind to focus on everything around her. If the bludger was heading for her, she could hear it surging through the air before it hit her. If other players were approaching her, she was aware of them before they could force a collision. Most importantly, however, she could focus on the quaffle, regardless of distance, and make a snap decision without any wasted time.
This was the same efficiency she used in her daily life, but she also applied it to quidditch. As she didn’t like to waste time in her studies, neither did she waste it in her Quidditch playing. If she wasn’t actively pursuing some goal in the game, then she was a burden, bringing dishonor to her entire team and school. If the quaffle was free, she was chasing it. If the quaffle was not free, she was still making some attempt to retrieve it.
Ayako’s application of her philosophy to never hesitate or be inefficient made her a very effective Chaser, and she would hone her skills every day either in the quidditch pitch, or in other self-made challenges. It wasn’t uncommon to find her running drills with her friend Hiro, taking turns tossing small rocks at each other on broomback, dodging and catching them with the goal of hitting each other with the rocks.
All in all, these sports and exercises helped Ayako to develop better reflexes than most, especially when on a broom.
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Evasive Maneuvers
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After hours of grueling practice and training in various sports and classes, Ayako’s body has been honed into a finely sharpened blade of efficiency, but she owes her quick reflexes and survival instincts to a few sports in particular: Aikido and Quidditch.
Aikido is a martial arts discipline with an emphasis on the harmonious spirit and the unification of life energy. It isn’t as aggressive, or dangerous for that matter, as many other similar disciplines. It has more of an emphasis on neutralizing danger while protecting the defender and the attacker.
On the physical level, it is about using an opponent’s energy - and weight - against them, utilizing quick sidesteps and dodges as opposed to taking the brunt of an opponent’s force head-on. It is very similar to quidditch, in that regard, and that is why it resonated so well with Ayako.
If a bludger was headed straight for her, she couldn’t simply take the hit and carry on about her day and more than she could take an attack from a sparring opponent twice her size, so she began to rely on strategic dodging of blows that would otherwise be quite painful. It was often said that her movements were almost dance like, but she would deny it. Such dancelike grace was wasteful, and her movements were far more efficient than dances.
A sidestep here, a well-timed crouch there. These were the types of tactics she employed in Aikido, and they translated well into her career as a chaser. She could time a barrel roll down to the very second she needed to initiate to avoid a head-on collision with another player. She could swoop low at the last second to avoid a flying bludger. She could even fly upside down, if need be, to avoid any other potential obstacle.
This was a skill she worked hard at honing through hours of sparring and flying while narrowly avoiding the obstacles along the rocky coastline of Minami Iwo Jima.
Sure, she’d sustained many injuries early on - a few concussions, a great many bruises, and even a broken wrist early in her first year - but after all this pain and discipline, she had developed reflexes beyond what she’d been previously capable of. She was quick to recognize danger, and even quicker to react to it.
She could almost hear the sound of a distant bludger pushing against the wind resistance in her direction. She could almost hear the footsteps of an approaching opponent before they got close enough to strike. She could even feel the tingle of magic in the air as oncoming spells closed in on her.
In other words, she had learned to effectively [i]use[/i] the blade that she had honed her body into, avoiding incoming danger and striking when the opportunity came.
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[b]Spells:[/b]
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Mending Charm • Reparo
Levitation Charm • Wingardium Leviosa
Red Spark Charm • Periculum
Green Sparks Charm • Verdimillious
Dancing-Feet Spell • Tarantallegra
Wand-Lighting Charm • Lumos
Wand-Extinguishing Charm • Nox
Locking Charm • Colloportus
Unlocking Charm • Alohomora
Whistle to Watch • Tunc Sibilus
Snail to Teapot • Choclea Bibe
Glass to Sand
Knockback Jinx • Flipendo
Smokescreen Spell • Fumos
Fire-Making Spell • Incendio
Extinguishing Charm • Extinguo
Four-Point Spell • Point Me
Curse of the Bogies • Mucus ad Nauseam
Umbrella Spell • Pluvia Velo
Sauce-Making Spell • Condimentum
Matchbox Transformation Spell • Flintifors
Matchstick to Needle • Conmutocus
Untransfiguration • Reparifarge
Green Sparks Charm • Verdimillious
Red Spark Charm • Periculum
Cleaning Charm • Scourgify
Eyeglass Repair Charm • Oculus Reparo
Snowflake-Creating Spell • Nix Facitur
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[b]Potions:[/b]
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Cure for Boils
Herbicide Potion
Forgetfulness Potion
Antidote to Common Poisons
Antidote to Uncommon Poisons
Bruise Removal Paste
Burn Healing Paste
Babbling Beverage
Confusing Concoction
Dizziness Draught
Muffling Draught
Dogbreath Potion
Pompion Potion
Sleeping Draught
Gregory’s Unctuous Unction
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[b]Items:[/b]
Comet 180
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Approved I do recommend against listing spells and potions owned as well as broom because these things are prone to change. Your spells will always be the same as your student's. Your broom would be what you have in your inventory, if you have more than one broom then whichever one you declare that you are using.
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Mahoutokoro NPC
NPC Name: Sara Kohana
Link: here
Year: 4th Year
Stats: 2 accuracy > 7 accuracy ( +5 stats from graduation )
Abilities: (New) Evasive Maneuvers
Coding for Trunk: Please remove the first reducio you see in the code, thank you!Application for New Ability: Evasive Maneuvers
Evasive may be the last ability you’d think of when seeing Sara. His burly build made it seem like he was the type to send a powerful punch but be slow on his attacks. It’s no lie that his punches could make people weep from pain, but it wouldn’t be smart to underestimate his agility.
As a young boy, he had a terrible past where his entire being was the human reincarnation of theemogis. The life of someone who was allergic to pollen while living in a flower shop with his 2 florist parents made it hard to be happy about anything. His days were spent grunting, snapping, and frowning at everything and everyone in sight. The nasty reputation he had in his small hometown wasn’t helping either.
Though the issue was resolved once he had moved in with his grandmother and returned to his old marshmallow self, the prior actions Sara had done will continue to haunt him to this day. While he was still somewhat self-conscious about it now, he was very insecure about it when he was younger. It took years to get used to how differently he was treated due to his intimidating appearance and the reputation his old self had left him.
He wasn’t bullied, but no fists needed to be swung to understand how he was not favoured among many. The whispers and sideways glances were too hard to ignore, even for Sara. No one dared to touch him of course, not with his evident strength. And knowing his grandmother was in the army? Fat chance of anyone messing with him, face to face. But that only made him more anxious. He made a promise to himself that even with his strength, he would always be on the defensive and avoid hurting anyone. It was never in his nature to use forceful ways to get what he wanted.
How serious he was about his promise would be tested as time passed. Some children become gutsier as they grow older. The gang of gangster wannabe kids would prove that by surrounding Sara after school with intention of teaching him who's ‘boss’. A term that confused Sara because he didn’t recall having any jobs at school that made him a boss of anything.
One by one kid would attempt a chance to land a hit on him. Sara, reminding himself that he didn’t want to hurt any of them, merely placed all his energy into avoiding them whenever they tried anything. Being on his guard for so long had prepared him to survive this unfair attack. Despite it being 1 vs 6, none of them seemed to be able to get close to Sara at all. Just as they were about to hurt him, Sara’s determination made him narrowly avoid their attacks. Thankfully, someone had called a teacher before it could get worse, but little did he know this would be a regular thing to him.
After that attack, it seemed like beating him in a fight was a sort of honor among gangster wannabes in his muggle school. And it would always end the same way, Sara running away without a single scratch, profusely apologizing as he ran away. It was evasion practice for him. A band of 4-7 kids tried to hit him and ultimately failed. At some point in time, people stopped ganging up on him. Although it had been years since anyone attempted to attack him, Sara’s evading skills never dulled.
It was clear that he was very serious about his promise of never hurting anyone and being on the defensive.
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[center][b][u]Stats[/u][/b] [/center]
[center]Stamina: 4 || Evasion: 14 || Strength: 14 || Wisdom: 3 || Arcane Power: 10 || Accuracy: 7[/center]
[right]52/50 (+2 duel win from Hana)[/right][/quote]
[b]Terrible Presence [/b]
[reducio] When his parents show off Sara’s baby photos, a viewer's usual reaction is to ask if he was adopted. Well, sure he had a rather intimidating look about him, with his short hair, piercing stare, and clothing style. But underneath that rough exterior, anyone who knew him personally could see what a gentle softie he was. If it was not a blank intimidating stare he was wearing, it was an awkward grin. Rarely had anyone seen him truly angry. His parents had to explain 99% of the time why Sara as a younger child looked like he was planning world domination.
In Japanese, Kohana could be translated to Little Flower. Sara was given his name to suit such a flowery-themed name. In kanji, his name directly translates to Blossom Little Flower. It was a lovely idea! With two flower-obsessed parents, they had dreamed of Sara growing up as they did. With unconditional love for flowers. Perhaps even passionate enough to take over their flower shop. Unfortunately, that dream and expectation of theirs would never come true.
It was not as bad as a baby and toddler. He and his parents lived in a cosy modest room above their flower shop. Despite living right above a pollen-infested danger room, his parents had gone through dedicated methods to completely separate their house from their flower shop. In that house, the theme was minimalistic. Thinking they had seen enough flowers in the shop, the house was devoid of such monstrosities. This is why it came as a surprise to them when Sara, who had been confined to the safe quarters of their home, had a massive sneezing allergy to pollen.
The Great Discovery was found out when he was 8. While Sara had gone in and out of the flower shop to either go outside or play with cats, he never had to stay in there for long hours. Even before the Great Discovery, Sara had always felt an awful feeling towards flowers. He had to suffer a few sneezes and whatnot whenever he passed those dreaded plants, but after a few breaths of fresh air, he felt better. For the longest time, he thought it was just the cold weather, which was fitting for him as he would sneeze when he was too cold as well.
That all changed when his parents wanted to teach him how to run the flower shop. Every Saturday, he was to sit in the flower shop and observe the work, needing to do simple tasks as well. His parents were surprised that their mostly behaved and gentle boy could make such a face all day.
Despite being a mere child, his angry stare was something that even sent adults shivering. Chilling enough for several customers to visit the other flower shop down the road. What's worse is that he wouldn’t say anything. He only keeps a napkin by hand to sneeze into and his stare cold and hard whenever it lands on the colorful flowers. The uncomfortably he felt puts him in an awful mood, but he was not a complainer, and therefore kept quiet. Which may have intensified his foul mood, making his customer service skills go down the drain.
Knowing his parents were so proud of him, he kept silent about his growing hatred for being a florist for weeks, attending every Saturday florist work he had. However, that had to change when he was now expected to stay awhile every two days. His pent-up frustration started to seep into his daily life, making him easily irritable, constantly snappy and frowning.
Everywhere since then, all he could see was those blasted- eye itching- puke-inducing- assortments of dangerous petals. He thought it was the bright colors that he had a weird deep hatred for, so he started to feel angry whenever he even sees a few colourful tones. That tree with its luscious bright green leaves? Burn it. That calming blue sky above him? Burn it. That poodle with pink dyed hair? Don’t burn it, but please don’t dye the poodle anymore.
His teachers and friends noticed his change of demeanour first. The aura around him changed drastically. While he was still very polite, it was easy to sense the anger that laced in his tone. Suddenly, his peers were aware of his tall height, sharp stare and rough voice. All that added with his deafening silence and angry tone, Sara’s friend list on Facebook started getting short really fast.
After a week of losing friends, losing sleep, and losing his mind, he went to his parents and told them the truth about his experience with working as a florist. Truthfully, the idea of Sara being slightly allergic to flowers didn’t even come to his parent's mind until after their visit to the doctor. While they now understood the situation better, and Sara’s florist days were over, there was no cure to his hatred.
In fact, knowing about his allergy made him even more furious. Now not only did things with color make him wear an ugly scowl, but every single flower sent him fuming. Plastic, drawing, shape, you name it- he hates it. His parents had tried to help him with it, but it was no use. He wanted total domination of flowers. Environment be damned, he’d burned them, said he, menacingly to his parents who asked what he wanted for his birthday.
In fear that Sara would pick up on pyromaniac tendencies, his parents opted for a change of environment for Sara. He was sent to his grandmother's house to live in. Sara was still constantly in a foul mood and often scared people by how silent and menacing he is. But living with his grandmother, he learned that in a household, there can only be one cranky hag and it could not be him. His grandmother was eccentric at best, and devil-looking at worst. Healthy, upbeat, and with a history in the military, Sara had another thing that contributed to his foul mood.
2 years into their cohabitation, while the kid and the elderly had their rough demeanors clash multiple times, Sara had noticed that pink poodles could exist. His grandmother never praised his constant foul mood, but she had done a wonderful job at taking his focus away from flowers and bright colors. Slowly but surely, his dreams of being an arsonist faded and he found his old self again.
Although he had reconnected with his gentle side and was no longer in a constant bad mood, it didn’t change his natural face. Inherited from his grandmother, he had a resting look that could kill. Perhaps it was the years he spent making an angry face, but he could not do anything to ease people whenever he was near them. As if traces of his dark past were still on his face, people tended to stay away from the tall boy, eager not to anger him. Although he was in a happy mood, there was no way to undo his stone-cold, mean-looking face.. [/reducio]
[b]Lovely Creature[/b]
[reducio]With his presence, he makes people tremble. Their eyes watch him and their hearts beat faster than a normal rate. But it was when he turned 12 that people started to think that perhaps their heart was racing for a different reason..
Before, they couldn’t see his face properly. His hair was often unkempt and shaggy, as a poor attempt to cover his naturally angry eyebrows. But When his grandmother expressed that she wanted to save a little money for her ‘next hot date’, Sara went to the barber to give him a haircut, hoping to cut his hair enough so they no longer need to constantly buy shampoo for his previously long hair.
Unfortunately, the barber got a bit too much of his hair- pretty much leaving him with almost none left. Sara forgave him of course, as now they could save shampoo usage even more! Unexpected luck, how sweet. The grandmother didn’t share his happiness with his new look. “ It’s shiny!” Which was a compliment, Sara thought. Being shiny was quite a nice look, wasn’t it? He would find out later that he was not the only one who liked his new look.
Apart from being amazing caretakers to flowers, there was another reason why his parents' flower shop gained a lot of attention. They did not have a history of being a cranky child that was constantly thinking of world domination, unlike their only son. Therefore, no one had expected Sara to inherit their ability to attract onlookers. His past years, he still attracted onlookers, but for completely different reasons.
Which is why he didn’t feel any different than he did before. People were definitely still avoiding him if they could help it. They still jumped whenever his piercing stares met theirs and looked away the next second. The acceptance he learned to live with his intimidating aura had made him oblivious to the faint blushes his peers' cheeks had after looking away.
Yes, being near Sara felt like you were standing next to a person who could crush you and leave you to live your life as a crumpled ball. But if you sucked in the chilling aura and were brave enough to take a longer glance at his face, you could melt in a puddle right there. Several classmates had linked Sara to a Persian cat.
Angry looking, with their own special elegance that made it stand out. Look past his scary demeanor, and you would know he definitely took after his attractive parents.
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[b]Fearless[/b]
[reducio] It’s hard to be scared of others when you are considered scary yourself. Despite his record of stumbling over his words and relatively shy nature, he is not one to run away in the face of danger. Yes, he’s a cry baby. But he’s also a brave crybaby. Tears are hella manly. And only the bravest souls would be able to admit their feelings and let it out. He had suspected that his grandmother only told him that so he would cry more at school than at home. But regardless, in his head it had always been: [i]cry more = more brave[/i]. Such an inspirational quote. So much that there is a badly drawn poster of it plastered above his bedside.
In addition to this, apart from his rather mischievous grandmother, he had grown up with the most loving parents anyone could ever ask for. They had made him the gentle and kind boy he is today. And with that they had taught him a few things in life that were important in his everyday life.
First, you do not judge anyone by their covers. Like him, there would be plenty of people with angry eyebrows that may like cats as much as he does. Second, mean people are only mean because they have been hurt. So try to understand it from their point of view. To understand one is to befriend one.
Third, be kind to animals. Some may want to eat your flesh, but if you invite them for tea, perhaps you will have a jolly time. It was no wonder his grandmother never wanted to live with them.
Regardless, it would be hard to scare the boy who attempted to understand everything. Even the scariest creature would not be able to scare him since they might enjoy a tea party if Sara invited them.
In addition to this, from the age of 7-12, he had thought he was a descendant of ogres. A crude joke from his grandmother that ended up making him read any picture book he could find on ogres and other related mythical creatures. By a very young age, he had already exposed himself to different picture books containing the magical creature. With an urge to understand his ‘heritage’, he would find the not-so-kid-friendly picture books in the library and promptly apologize to the librarian after he was done. Sure, he cried at some of those photos and drawings. But the more he exposed himself to them, the less he cried. Eventually being used to the most gruesome or grotesque images and their history.
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[b]Evasive Maneuvers[/b]
[reducio]Evasive may be the last ability you’d think of when seeing Sara. His burly build made it seem like he was the type to send a powerful punch but be slow on his attacks. It’s no lie that his punches could make people weep from pain, but it wouldn’t be smart to underestimate his agility.
As a young boy, he had a terrible past where his entire being was the human reincarnation of the 😒😤🙄emogis. The life of someone who was allergic to pollen while living in a flower shop with his 2 florist parents made it hard to be happy about anything. His days were spent grunting, snapping, and frowning at everything and everyone in sight. The nasty reputation he had in his small hometown wasn’t helping either.
Though the issue was resolved once he had moved in with his grandmother and returned to his old marshmallow self, the prior actions Sara had done will continue to haunt him to this day. While he was still somewhat self-conscious about it now, he was very insecure about it when he was younger. It took years to get used to how differently he was treated due to his intimidating appearance and the reputation his old self had left him.
He wasn’t bullied, but no fists needed to be swung to understand how he was not favoured among many. The whispers and sideways glances were too hard to ignore, even for Sara. No one dared to touch him of course, not with his evident strength. And knowing his grandmother was in the army? Fat chance of anyone messing with him, face to face. But that only made him more anxious. He made a promise to himself that even with his strength, he would always be on the defensive and avoid hurting anyone. It was never in his nature to use forceful ways to get what he wanted.
How serious he was about his promise would be tested as time passed. Some children become gutsier as they grow older. The gang of gangster wannabe kids would prove that by surrounding Sara after school with intention of teaching him who's ‘boss’. A term that confused Sara because he didn’t recall having any jobs at school that made him a boss of anything.
One by one kid would attempt a chance to land a hit on him. Sara, reminding himself that he didn’t want to hurt any of them, merely placed all his energy into avoiding them whenever they tried anything. Being on his guard for so long had prepared him to survive this unfair attack. Despite it being 1 vs 6, none of them seemed to be able to get close to Sara at all. Just as they were about to hurt him, Sara’s determination made him narrowly avoid their attacks. Thankfully, someone had called a teacher before it could get worse, but little did he know this would be a regular thing to him.
After that attack, it seemed like beating him in a fight was a sort of honor among gangster wannabes in his muggle school. And it would always end the same way, Sara running away without a single scratch, profusely apologizing as he ran away. It was evasion practice for him. A band of 4-7 kids tried to hit him and ultimately failed. At some point in time, people stopped ganging up on him. Although it had been years since anyone attempted to attack him, Sara’s evading skills never dulled.
It was clear that he was very serious about his promise of never hurting anyone and being on the defensive.
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[quote][b]Is your character a Broom Racer?[/b][u] NO.[/u]
[b]Is your character a Quidditch Player?[/b][u]NO.[/u]
[b]Is your character a Duelist? [/b][u]NO.[/u]
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Mahoutokoro NPC
NPC Name: Akira Shimizu
Link: link to NPC page
Year: First going on Second
Stats:
Akira Year 2 Stats: 41 total, adding 5 stat points now
STA: 6 (+2) = 8
EVA: 8
STR: 1
WIS: 8 (+1) = 9
ARC: 5
ACC: 8 (+2) = 10
Abilities: Applying for Perfectionist II
"Mind over matter. Now, Akira-kun, what does that mean?" his tutor asked a ten year old Akira, shivering in only a hakama in late fall, dripping wet from a bucket of water that had been poured over his head. A chilly breeze blew through the courtyard of the Shimizu estate, and the slim boy couldn't help but shiver.
"F-focus and intent matter most, Ikeda-sensei," the boy stuttered, clinging to his wand with pale hands. "N-no matter what your physical circumstances are," he continued, looking at the targets placed in the distance. His sensei nodded. "Yes, use your mental fortitude to maintain concentration and strength of will despite any bodily discomfort or distractions. However, that is only half the equation. You're forgetting something else, Akira-kun," the older man prompted his pupil to think harder, despite the child's chattering teeth.
The small boy thought for a second. "D-don't let emotional distractions get in your way while casting magic, either?" he asked, finding it quite hard to use his mind over the bone-chilling matter at this very moment. "Precisely," Ikeda-sensei responded. "Clear your mind. Your opponents may taunt you, and test your will to strive for perfection, but push away those voices and concentrate on what you need to achieve at that moment. Think about what you need to do: What is the incantation you need to utter? What is the wand movement you need to perform? What is it that you need the spell to do for you? Now, give it a try."
Akira raised his wand and uttered the incantation, drawing the wand movement in the air ahead of him. Sparks ignited but a small explosion rocked him, causing him to stumble backwards. "Not so hasty!" his sensei cautioned him. "Take your time. Remember what we've practiced, and concentrate on that." The boy was upset by his failure, but was determined to try again until he succeeded. He took a deep breath, and concentrated his will, taking his time to go over the correct incantation and careful wand movement before casting again. This time, the right color of sparks shot forth from his wand, hitting its intended target. He smiled at his success, looking towards his sensei.
"Good job," Ikeda-sensei responded calmly. "Now, how about a fresh bucket of water and we try again?" A bucket levitated above Akira's head before splashing some more water upon the already-drenched boy, but did little to discourage him from repeated practice until he was able to achieve perfection in his spells under the harshest circumstances. And so, his spellcasting practice continued. To this day, Akira would practice his spells many times over until the movements and incantations became second nature -- actions that could deem him a perfectionist in the eyes of many.
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Link: link to NPC page
Year: First going on Second
Stats:
Akira Year 2 Stats: 41 total, adding 5 stat points now
STA: 6 (+2) = 8
EVA: 8
STR: 1
WIS: 8 (+1) = 9
ARC: 5
ACC: 8 (+2) = 10
Abilities: Applying for Perfectionist II
"Mind over matter. Now, Akira-kun, what does that mean?" his tutor asked a ten year old Akira, shivering in only a hakama in late fall, dripping wet from a bucket of water that had been poured over his head. A chilly breeze blew through the courtyard of the Shimizu estate, and the slim boy couldn't help but shiver.
"F-focus and intent matter most, Ikeda-sensei," the boy stuttered, clinging to his wand with pale hands. "N-no matter what your physical circumstances are," he continued, looking at the targets placed in the distance. His sensei nodded. "Yes, use your mental fortitude to maintain concentration and strength of will despite any bodily discomfort or distractions. However, that is only half the equation. You're forgetting something else, Akira-kun," the older man prompted his pupil to think harder, despite the child's chattering teeth.
The small boy thought for a second. "D-don't let emotional distractions get in your way while casting magic, either?" he asked, finding it quite hard to use his mind over the bone-chilling matter at this very moment. "Precisely," Ikeda-sensei responded. "Clear your mind. Your opponents may taunt you, and test your will to strive for perfection, but push away those voices and concentrate on what you need to achieve at that moment. Think about what you need to do: What is the incantation you need to utter? What is the wand movement you need to perform? What is it that you need the spell to do for you? Now, give it a try."
Akira raised his wand and uttered the incantation, drawing the wand movement in the air ahead of him. Sparks ignited but a small explosion rocked him, causing him to stumble backwards. "Not so hasty!" his sensei cautioned him. "Take your time. Remember what we've practiced, and concentrate on that." The boy was upset by his failure, but was determined to try again until he succeeded. He took a deep breath, and concentrated his will, taking his time to go over the correct incantation and careful wand movement before casting again. This time, the right color of sparks shot forth from his wand, hitting its intended target. He smiled at his success, looking towards his sensei.
"Good job," Ikeda-sensei responded calmly. "Now, how about a fresh bucket of water and we try again?" A bucket levitated above Akira's head before splashing some more water upon the already-drenched boy, but did little to discourage him from repeated practice until he was able to achieve perfection in his spells under the harshest circumstances. And so, his spellcasting practice continued. To this day, Akira would practice his spells many times over until the movements and incantations became second nature -- actions that could deem him a perfectionist in the eyes of many.
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[b]Is your character a Broom Racer?[/b] NO.
[b]Is your character a Quidditch Player?[/b] NO.
[b]Is your character a Duelist?[/b] YES.
[b]Stats:[/b] Stamina 6 | Evasion 8 | Strength 1 | Wisdom 8 | Arcane Power 5 | Accuracy 8
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[b]Abilities:[/b]
1. Perfectionist I
2. Perfectionist II
[quote]When you cast a spell, you take your time doing so. You enunciate your words with care and you do not recklessly swish your wand about. Your spells don't backfire, they don't fail. You're too much of a Perfectionist to let that happen.[/quote]
[reducio]Akira strives for excellence. From a young age, he was taught that every pursuit and action in life must be made with proper care. It was not only how you executed, but also how you conducted yourself in front of your peers and superiors, and how much you sought to hone your craft. It was upon his work that Akira built his pride, and he had always taken his education seriously. His perfectionist qualities are also reflected in his spellcasting, as he would carefully practice the wand movements and recite the incantations separately when learning a spell before casting, and rigorously commit both to memory with repeated practice every night until it became second nature to him when a spell was needed.
The way Akira saw it, his job as a child was to be a student, and he was to build his craft in his studies. From a young age, in addition to a child's regular schooling lessons, he would have tutors in calligraphy and music. Both practices were heavily centered around technique and patience; calligraphy was an art that taught the balancing of the mind, the art of expression, and familiarity with popular literary works. To hone his craft, Akira would read literature of the ancients beyond what was expected of his age. He meditated often and practiced his brush strokes and ink-grinding to achieve perfect consistency. To enhance his flute practice, he would study theory and listen to the recordings of masters to study their variations.
His studies in calligraphy and music were just the tip of the iceberg. Once he enrolled in Mahoutokoro day school at the age of seven, he already made it his personal goal to one day don the golden robes and to be one of the two class representatives. He was able to become one of the few top performers within his year at a school with rigorous academics and studious peers. Throughout the years, Akira became an adept learner, developing ways to study efficiently and review his lessons with care. Before each class, he would preview the relevant textbook chapters and the professors' relevant notes. During class, he would listen intently and ask questions as need be. After class, he reviewed the material within the same day and often began his homework as soon as possible. At the end of his week, he would review his notes for the week once more.
Patience and discipline were key. Whenever he had setbacks or mistakes on a test, he would often grind his teeth in frustration and sometimes beat himself up a little harder than necessary, but his resolve would strengthen as he tells himself that there's no point crying over spilt ink. Mistakes were learning opportunities, after all. Discipline kept his resolve sharp and a routine became natural once he followed it. After all, those who strongly desired to rise up would find a way to build a ladder.[/reducio][reducio]"Mind over matter. Now, Akira-kun, what does that mean?" his tutor asked a ten year old Akira, shivering in only a hakama in late fall, dripping wet from a bucket of water that had been poured over his head. A chilly breeze blew through the courtyard of the Shimizu estate, and the slim boy couldn't help but shiver.
"F-focus and intent matter most, Ikeda-sensei," the boy stuttered, clinging to his wand with pale hands. "N-no matter what your physical circumstances are," he continued, looking at the targets placed in the distance. His sensei nodded. "Yes, use your mental fortitude to maintain concentration and strength of will despite any bodily discomfort or distractions. However, that is only half the equation. You're forgetting something else, Akira-kun," the older man prompted his pupil to think harder, despite the child's chattering teeth.
The small boy thought for a second. "D-don't let emotional distractions get in your way while casting magic, either?" he asked, finding it quite hard to use his mind over the bone-chilling matter at this very moment. "Precisely," Ikeda-sensei responded. "Clear your mind. Your opponents may taunt you, and test your will to strive for perfection, but push away those voices and concentrate on what you need to achieve at that moment. Think about what you need to do: What is the incantation you need to utter? What is the wand movement you need to perform? What is it that you need the spell to do for you? Now, give it a try."
Akira raised his wand and uttered the incantation, drawing the wand movement in the air ahead of him. Sparks ignited but a small explosion rocked him, causing him to stumble backwards. "Not so hasty!" his sensei cautioned him. "Take your time. Remember what we've practiced, and concentrate on that." The boy was upset by his failure, but was determined to try again until he succeeded. He took a deep breath, and concentrated his will, taking his time to go over the correct incantation and careful wand movement before casting again. This time, the right color of sparks shot forth from his wand, hitting its intended target. He smiled at his success, looking towards his sensei.
"Good job," Ikeda-sensei responded calmly. "Now, how about a fresh bucket of water and we try again?" A bucket levitated above Akira's head before splashing some more water upon the already-drenched boy, but did little to discourage him from repeated practice until he was able to achieve perfection in his spells under the harshest circumstances. And so, his spellcasting practice continued. To this day, Akira would practice his spells many times over until the movements and incantations became second nature -- actions that could deem him a perfectionist in the eyes of many.[/reducio]Approved Thank you for chronicling in your trunk area where the additional stat points came from.
Mahoutokoro NPC
Trunk Coding: Just changed the 'Is your character a Quidditch Player' from NO to YES. Please remove the first reducio, thank youNPC Name: Sara Kohana
Link: link to NPC page
Year: 3rd ( turning 4th soon )
Stats: no stat update
Abilities: no ability update
Extracurricular: [new] quidditch player - request for 2nd string beater
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[center]|| Terrible Presence || Lovely Creature || Fearless || Evasive Meneuvers I ||[/center]
[center][b][u]Stats[/u][/b] [/center]
[center]Stamina: 4 || Evasion: 14 || Strength: 14 || Wisdom: 3 || Arcane Power: 10 || Accuracy: 7[/center]
[right]52/50 (+2 duel win from Hana)[/right][/quote]
[b]Terrible Presence [/b]
[reducio] When his parents show off Sara’s baby photos, a viewer's usual reaction is to ask if he was adopted. Well, sure he had a rather intimidating look about him, with his short hair, piercing stare, and clothing style. But underneath that rough exterior, anyone who knew him personally could see what a gentle softie he was. If it was not a blank intimidating stare he was wearing, it was an awkward grin. Rarely had anyone seen him truly angry. His parents had to explain 99% of the time why Sara as a younger child looked like he was planning world domination.
In Japanese, Kohana could be translated to Little Flower. Sara was given his name to suit such a flowery-themed name. In kanji, his name directly translates to Blossom Little Flower. It was a lovely idea! With two flower-obsessed parents, they had dreamed of Sara growing up as they did. With unconditional love for flowers. Perhaps even passionate enough to take over their flower shop. Unfortunately, that dream and expectation of theirs would never come true.
It was not as bad as a baby and toddler. He and his parents lived in a cosy modest room above their flower shop. Despite living right above a pollen-infested danger room, his parents had gone through dedicated methods to completely separate their house from their flower shop. In that house, the theme was minimalistic. Thinking they had seen enough flowers in the shop, the house was devoid of such monstrosities. This is why it came as a surprise to them when Sara, who had been confined to the safe quarters of their home, had a massive sneezing allergy to pollen.
The Great Discovery was found out when he was 8. While Sara had gone in and out of the flower shop to either go outside or play with cats, he never had to stay in there for long hours. Even before the Great Discovery, Sara had always felt an awful feeling towards flowers. He had to suffer a few sneezes and whatnot whenever he passed those dreaded plants, but after a few breaths of fresh air, he felt better. For the longest time, he thought it was just the cold weather, which was fitting for him as he would sneeze when he was too cold as well.
That all changed when his parents wanted to teach him how to run the flower shop. Every Saturday, he was to sit in the flower shop and observe the work, needing to do simple tasks as well. His parents were surprised that their mostly behaved and gentle boy could make such a face all day.
Despite being a mere child, his angry stare was something that even sent adults shivering. Chilling enough for several customers to visit the other flower shop down the road. What's worse is that he wouldn’t say anything. He only keeps a napkin by hand to sneeze into and his stare cold and hard whenever it lands on the colorful flowers. The uncomfortably he felt puts him in an awful mood, but he was not a complainer, and therefore kept quiet. Which may have intensified his foul mood, making his customer service skills go down the drain.
Knowing his parents were so proud of him, he kept silent about his growing hatred for being a florist for weeks, attending every Saturday florist work he had. However, that had to change when he was now expected to stay awhile every two days. His pent-up frustration started to seep into his daily life, making him easily irritable, constantly snappy and frowning.
Everywhere since then, all he could see was those blasted- eye itching- puke-inducing- assortments of dangerous petals. He thought it was the bright colors that he had a weird deep hatred for, so he started to feel angry whenever he even sees a few colourful tones. That tree with its luscious bright green leaves? Burn it. That calming blue sky above him? Burn it. That poodle with pink dyed hair? Don’t burn it, but please don’t dye the poodle anymore.
His teachers and friends noticed his change of demeanour first. The aura around him changed drastically. While he was still very polite, it was easy to sense the anger that laced in his tone. Suddenly, his peers were aware of his tall height, sharp stare and rough voice. All that added with his deafening silence and angry tone, Sara’s friend list on Facebook started getting short really fast.
After a week of losing friends, losing sleep, and losing his mind, he went to his parents and told them the truth about his experience with working as a florist. Truthfully, the idea of Sara being slightly allergic to flowers didn’t even come to his parent's mind until after their visit to the doctor. While they now understood the situation better, and Sara’s florist days were over, there was no cure to his hatred.
In fact, knowing about his allergy made him even more furious. Now not only did things with color make him wear an ugly scowl, but every single flower sent him fuming. Plastic, drawing, shape, you name it- he hates it. His parents had tried to help him with it, but it was no use. He wanted total domination of flowers. Environment be damned, he’d burned them, said he, menacingly to his parents who asked what he wanted for his birthday.
In fear that Sara would pick up on pyromaniac tendencies, his parents opted for a change of environment for Sara. He was sent to his grandmother's house to live in. Sara was still constantly in a foul mood and often scared people by how silent and menacing he is. But living with his grandmother, he learned that in a household, there can only be one cranky hag and it could not be him. His grandmother was eccentric at best, and devil-looking at worst. Healthy, upbeat, and with a history in the military, Sara had another thing that contributed to his foul mood.
2 years into their cohabitation, while the kid and the elderly had their rough demeanors clash multiple times, Sara had noticed that pink poodles could exist. His grandmother never praised his constant foul mood, but she had done a wonderful job at taking his focus away from flowers and bright colors. Slowly but surely, his dreams of being an arsonist faded and he found his old self again.
Although he had reconnected with his gentle side and was no longer in a constant bad mood, it didn’t change his natural face. Inherited from his grandmother, he had a resting look that could kill. Perhaps it was the years he spent making an angry face, but he could not do anything to ease people whenever he was near them. As if traces of his dark past were still on his face, people tended to stay away from the tall boy, eager not to anger him. Although he was in a happy mood, there was no way to undo his stone-cold, mean-looking face.. [/reducio]
[b]Lovely Creature[/b]
[reducio]With his presence, he makes people tremble. Their eyes watch him and their hearts beat faster than a normal rate. But it was when he turned 12 that people started to think that perhaps their heart was racing for a different reason..
Before, they couldn’t see his face properly. His hair was often unkempt and shaggy, as a poor attempt to cover his naturally angry eyebrows. But When his grandmother expressed that she wanted to save a little money for her ‘next hot date’, Sara went to the barber to give him a haircut, hoping to cut his hair enough so they no longer need to constantly buy shampoo for his previously long hair.
Unfortunately, the barber got a bit too much of his hair- pretty much leaving him with almost none left. Sara forgave him of course, as now they could save shampoo usage even more! Unexpected luck, how sweet. The grandmother didn’t share his happiness with his new look. “ It’s shiny!” Which was a compliment, Sara thought. Being shiny was quite a nice look, wasn’t it? He would find out later that he was not the only one who liked his new look.
Apart from being amazing caretakers to flowers, there was another reason why his parents' flower shop gained a lot of attention. They did not have a history of being a cranky child that was constantly thinking of world domination, unlike their only son. Therefore, no one had expected Sara to inherit their ability to attract onlookers. His past years, he still attracted onlookers, but for completely different reasons.
Which is why he didn’t feel any different than he did before. People were definitely still avoiding him if they could help it. They still jumped whenever his piercing stares met theirs and looked away the next second. The acceptance he learned to live with his intimidating aura had made him oblivious to the faint blushes his peers' cheeks had after looking away.
Yes, being near Sara felt like you were standing next to a person who could crush you and leave you to live your life as a crumpled ball. But if you sucked in the chilling aura and were brave enough to take a longer glance at his face, you could melt in a puddle right there. Several classmates had linked Sara to a Persian cat.
Angry looking, with their own special elegance that made it stand out. Look past his scary demeanor, and you would know he definitely took after his attractive parents.
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[b]Fearless[/b]
[reducio] It’s hard to be scared of others when you are considered scary yourself. Despite his record of stumbling over his words and relatively shy nature, he is not one to run away in the face of danger. Yes, he’s a cry baby. But he’s also a brave crybaby. Tears are hella manly. And only the bravest souls would be able to admit their feelings and let it out. He had suspected that his grandmother only told him that so he would cry more at school than at home. But regardless, in his head it had always been: [i]cry more = more brave[/i]. Such an inspirational quote. So much that there is a badly drawn poster of it plastered above his bedside.
In addition to this, apart from his rather mischievous grandmother, he had grown up with the most loving parents anyone could ever ask for. They had made him the gentle and kind boy he is today. And with that they had taught him a few things in life that were important in his everyday life.
First, you do not judge anyone by their covers. Like him, there would be plenty of people with angry eyebrows that may like cats as much as he does. Second, mean people are only mean because they have been hurt. So try to understand it from their point of view. To understand one is to befriend one.
Third, be kind to animals. Some may want to eat your flesh, but if you invite them for tea, perhaps you will have a jolly time. It was no wonder his grandmother never wanted to live with them.
Regardless, it would be hard to scare the boy who attempted to understand everything. Even the scariest creature would not be able to scare him since they might enjoy a tea party if Sara invited them.
In addition to this, from the age of 7-12, he had thought he was a descendant of ogres. A crude joke from his grandmother that ended up making him read any picture book he could find on ogres and other related mythical creatures. By a very young age, he had already exposed himself to different picture books containing the magical creature. With an urge to understand his ‘heritage’, he would find the not-so-kid-friendly picture books in the library and promptly apologize to the librarian after he was done. Sure, he cried at some of those photos and drawings. But the more he exposed himself to them, the less he cried. Eventually being used to the most gruesome or grotesque images and their history.
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[b]Evasive Maneuvers[/b]
[reducio]Evasive may be the last ability you’d think of when seeing Sara. His burly build made it seem like he was the type to send a powerful punch but be slow on his attacks. It’s no lie that his punches could make people weep from pain, but it wouldn’t be smart to underestimate his agility.
As a young boy, he had a terrible past where his entire being was the human reincarnation of the 😒😤🙄emogis. The life of someone who was allergic to pollen while living in a flower shop with his 2 florist parents made it hard to be happy about anything. His days were spent grunting, snapping, and frowning at everything and everyone in sight. The nasty reputation he had in his small hometown wasn’t helping either.
Though the issue was resolved once he had moved in with his grandmother and returned to his old marshmallow self, the prior actions Sara had done will continue to haunt him to this day. While he was still somewhat self-conscious about it now, he was very insecure about it when he was younger. It took years to get used to how differently he was treated due to his intimidating appearance and the reputation his old self had left him.
He wasn’t bullied, but no fists needed to be swung to understand how he was not favoured among many. The whispers and sideways glances were too hard to ignore, even for Sara. No one dared to touch him of course, not with his evident strength. And knowing his grandmother was in the army? Fat chance of anyone messing with him, face to face. But that only made him more anxious. He made a promise to himself that even with his strength, he would always be on the defensive and avoid hurting anyone. It was never in his nature to use forceful ways to get what he wanted.
How serious he was about his promise would be tested as time passed. Some children become gutsier as they grow older. The gang of gangster wannabe kids would prove that by surrounding Sara after school with intention of teaching him who's ‘boss’. A term that confused Sara because he didn’t recall having any jobs at school that made him a boss of anything.
One by one kid would attempt a chance to land a hit on him. Sara, reminding himself that he didn’t want to hurt any of them, merely placed all his energy into avoiding them whenever they tried anything. Being on his guard for so long had prepared him to survive this unfair attack. Despite it being 1 vs 6, none of them seemed to be able to get close to Sara at all. Just as they were about to hurt him, Sara’s determination made him narrowly avoid their attacks. Thankfully, someone had called a teacher before it could get worse, but little did he know this would be a regular thing to him.
After that attack, it seemed like beating him in a fight was a sort of honor among gangster wannabes in his muggle school. And it would always end the same way, Sara running away without a single scratch, profusely apologizing as he ran away. It was evasion practice for him. A band of 4-7 kids tried to hit him and ultimately failed. At some point in time, people stopped ganging up on him. Although it had been years since anyone attempted to attack him, Sara’s evading skills never dulled.
It was clear that he was very serious about his promise of never hurting anyone and being on the defensive.
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[quote][b]Is your character a Broom Racer?[/b][u] NO.[/u]
[b]Is your character a Quidditch Player?[/b][u]YES.[/u]
[b]Is your character a Duelist? [/b][u]NO.[/u]
[/quote]Approved
Mahoutokoro NPC
NPC Name: Coraline Harvey
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Year: first
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Abilities: The muggle condition
Extracurricular: Broom Racer (sorry guys)
Content Changes: ability and sport
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Year: first
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Abilities: The muggle condition
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Coraline was strange, that's been established. The thing is, she's a girl from the muggle world. She will always be from muggles and will always have that in her. So while she might not be out there being the most amazing spell caster ever, she's got a thing for using her fists and brain. She has an inventive mind and makes her own cool gadgets at home. She makes use of things around her and is darn good at it too. Like the time she was walking home from school and some kids had began to follow her. She didn't notice them until they jumped at her. Shocked, she swung her fist and felt her fist meet flesh. She drew back her arm in horror as the kids paused- clearly surprised. "I just- I just hit a person-" She said to herself. The kids recovered and charged at her again, so she ran. One of the kids came way too close for comfort, so she took off her hat and shoved it over the face of the kid, making him stumble and trip. What else could she use? Ah! She took her bag off her shoulder and swung it at another kid, hitting his face. "HA!" Last but not least, she took off her shoe and threw it. It hit the kid right in the nose. She quickly retrieved her shoe and ran home.
Another time in winter, she went outside. The snow was everywhere. There was a large hill down at the park, but she had no sled of any sort. After thinking, she grabbed a laundry bin and inspected it. She placed some blankets inside and sat in it to test the size. It should work! After decorating it with stickers, she walked to the park. She ignored the stares and set her bin on the top of the hill. She started to push the bin and ran, jumping in at the last second. Surprisingly, it worked. She laughed to herself and spent the rest of the day doing that.
Sometimes, she will pick up a broom stick and swing it around like a sword. Basically anything that involves quick movement and your hands, she could do. She might even use a wand as a sword and not for magic sometimes. She could take anything and use it as a weapon. And when there was nothing to use, she knew very well how to kick or punch.\
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Another time in winter, she went outside. The snow was everywhere. There was a large hill down at the park, but she had no sled of any sort. After thinking, she grabbed a laundry bin and inspected it. She placed some blankets inside and sat in it to test the size. It should work! After decorating it with stickers, she walked to the park. She ignored the stares and set her bin on the top of the hill. She started to push the bin and ran, jumping in at the last second. Surprisingly, it worked. She laughed to herself and spent the rest of the day doing that.
Sometimes, she will pick up a broom stick and swing it around like a sword. Basically anything that involves quick movement and your hands, she could do. She might even use a wand as a sword and not for magic sometimes. She could take anything and use it as a weapon. And when there was nothing to use, she knew very well how to kick or punch.\
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Extracurricular: Broom Racer (sorry guys)
Content Changes: ability and sport
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Approved: removed from the Quidditch Team (Keeper) and added to Broom Racing.
Approved ability. Updated Encyclopedia.