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4 Jul 2025, 00:52

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Jason Aguilar
School Year or Adult Level: Third Year
Stat Changes: +5 stat points from graduation.

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Old Stats:
Stamina: 7
Evasion: 10
Strength: 7
Wisdom: 10
Arcane Power: 2
Accuracy: 7

New Stats:
Stamina: 8 (+1)
Evasion: 10
Strength: 7
Wisdom: 10
Arcane Power: 2
Accuracy: 11 (+4)

Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Evasive Maneuvers
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):

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Broom Racing Competition against Beauxbatons left a bitter impression on Jason Aguilar. It was not about the racers from the opposing team, but more about himself. Being blatched twice during the race, especially knowing that it was done by a girl, made him restless every night after returning from Summer Camp. One night as spring arrived in Castelobruxo, the annoyance felt too real until Jason woke up from his sleep. He gritted his teeth, ran a hand through his hair, and -of course- cursed in frustration. "Fuck! I can't take this anymore!" The Brazilian boy clenched his fist and slammed it against the nearest wall. "It can't be like this! No one can humiliate like this!"

The next day, with a still-visible bruise on his knuckles, Jason brought his new broom, the Silver Arrow, to a self flying practice. Alright, what should I do to overcome that situation? The boy zoomed here and there, but his mind was not focused on what was in front of him. He didn't even notice a swarm of pigeons coming toward him, or him toward the pigeons. Either way, he collided with those birds and some of them pooped on him. "Dammit!" Jason was forced to end his aimless training session and returned to his lodging house to clean himself up. While he was Scourgify-ing himself, what had just happened somehow gave him an idea. "Aha, that's it!"

The next day -and for some moments- after, Jason practiced by dodging those pigeons. He would fly to find a swarm of pigeons, dart with his broom toward the birds, then performed an evasive maneuvers right before entering the swarm. He kept doing this until he no longer returned to his lodging house covered in bird's poopy.

Having succeeded with his pigeon training, Jason moved on to something more challenging. He trained himself with the Vampyr Mosps that could be find in the certain parts of the Castelobruxo forest. He deliberately disturbed those environmental attackers and practiced using them. Several stung him in the first few weeks of practicing, until eventually only one sting was left and then he was finally able to evade the insects completely.

After all his training with the attackers, Jason invited his peers to some flying practices and also asked them to try blatching him off his broom. All the effort with those attackers clearly paid off. He managed to evade most of his peers' blatch attempts in the first practice and in the next practices he finished without a single blatch. Now he's ready to compete in the next Summer Games with a better performance.

WC 435/400

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[quote][b]Is Your Character A Broom Racer?[/b] [b][u][i]YES[/i][/u][/b]
[b]Is Your Character A Quidditch Player?[/b] no
[b]Is Your Character A Duellist?[/b] no

[b]Stats[/b]
STA : 8
EVA : 10
STR : 7
WIS : 10
ARC : 2
ARC : 11

[b]Sport Wins:[/b] [size=100][url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=1106823#p1106823]★[/url][url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=1165495#p1165495]★[/url][url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=1265159#p1265159]★[/url][/size]


[b]Abilities:[/b]
Year 1 : Steady Flyer
[reducio]Jason Aguilar entered Castelobruxo without knowing much about the academic and environments of his new school. All he knew was that this school is a wizarding school [i]-which was something very new to him-[/i] as well as the school where his [i]half-blood[/i] cousin also attended.

Even though so much [i]-almost everything- [/i]was new, Jason adapted easily upon his arrival at Castelobruxo. This is because he doesn't really care much about many things, and also doesn't really care about people around him as long as they don't bother him. Jason began to get to know all the subjects at the wizarding school which were quite different from the lessons at his previous muggle school. He also discovered various new types of extracurriculars: duelling, quidditch, and broom racing. 

Boredom made Jason decided to watch games from every extracurricular in the first half of his [i]first-year[/i]. Dueling didn't interest him, Jason felt bored when watching duelling. Quidditch looks more interesting because there are so much movement by and role for each rosters, [i]but...[/i] there are too many people. Jason felt he couldn't bare to attached to that many amount of students as a team. Broom racing is the most interesting one, quite complex but not necessarily need to related with too many people. [i]And... Hey![/i] Guess who also has an interest in the broom racing and making this extracurricular even more interesting for Jason? [i]Yes! [/i]His cousin and [i]forever-enemy[/i], Javier Aguilar. The second he overheard and realized about Javier's interest in broom racing, that's the time Jason decided to join broom racing as his extracurricular.

[b]I can't just come and ask them to put my name in the team list. I have to prove that I'm as good as the other rosters and better than Javier. I have to learn to fly, at least I should be able to fly steadily.[/b] Jason made up his mind and felt that this is an important moment for him. The boy paid close attention to every theory in the flying subject. He tried to ask the professor for additional lessons, he even buried himself in books of climatology and geophysics almost every day at the Castelobruxo library.

On the day he flew for the first time, Jason's mind was full of the theories he had studied. These theories did help him a little, but not enough to immediately make him fly steadily. This situation made him gritted in annoyance.[b] After all this time, my hardwork is nothing more than useless.[/b] In the midst of his dissapointed at himself, the professor's words brought him back to his senses. [i]Learning to fly on a broom is pretty much the same as learning how to ride a bicycle for the first time when we was as a children. That's not just a matter of understanding the theory, but how we get used to the brooms we have, how we get used to befriend with the sky.[/i]

The only way to get used to it is continuously practicing, and the access of it will open wider if he joins broom racing as soon as possible. After flying class that day ended, Jason changed his mind and immediately registered himself in broom racing. The rosters were welcoming him well. He learned a lot, and it took two [i]full-seasons[/i] before Jason could finally fly steadily and confidently on his broom. He had studied all the theory and he had also managed to getting use to the sky by continuously practicing. At the end of Jason's first year, what else could be said beside: [i]'all of the efforts are finally paid off'[/i]?

[b]WC 599/400[/b][/reducio]
Year 2 : Attacker Awareness
[reducio]Entering his second year as a broom racer, Jason feels that he has new homework to do in this extracurricular. Jason has problems at the time he has to deal with several types of obstacles, this is including, and especially, various types of environmental attackers which are quite annoy him. Moreover the location of Castelobruxo that is deep in the Amazon's forest core, no wonder those environmental attacker thingy are doing their duty so aggressively. Jason remembered very well the effect of the cockatrice's fire breath. [i]Ah! [/i] Don't forget about the burning embers that came out of Ashwinder eggs when Jason tried to get through them. Just remembering it already made him feel weak.

That's why Jason used the first days of the semester [i]-again-[/i] to visit the library. He wants to learn about environmental attackers in the Castelobruxo area and those that could be found on the broom racing track. The amount of informations made him sheeshing and cursing as soon as he started scanning through the book. [b][i]Dammit! [/i]How come there are so many types of environmental attackers in this school?! Is this school actually safe for the students?![/b] Typical annoyance that  clearly could easily arose from the short fuse Jason Aguilar, but even with all that curse, still this boy read everything in the book, wrote it down, and carried the notes with him on every flying practice.

[i]Yes, flying practice.[/i] Jason still continues to practice flying regularly to hone his skills. Now that he's on the way to finish his new homework, Jason practice flying around Castelobruxo, recognizing every environment where the attacker potentially inhabit based ot the book he read. Initially, Jason made sure to stay at a safe distance because his purpose was only to observe the attacker, but as the time went by, he became bolder in trying to passed through the attackers that according to the book are not that dangerous for him, which the risks are still manageable for him. It's a usual thing for Jason to come back from practice with a burn at the hem of his uniform, squinted eyes, or a little bit fuzzy brain. Nobody has to worry because Jason knows his limits, and he's totally fine at this moment.

Making several additional notes from his personal experience dealing with the attackers, Jason has sufficient awareness to deal with those entities. Equipped with experiences told by the other broom racers, he is absolutely has more confidence to overcome all kind of environmental attackers on the broom racing track.

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Year 3 : Evasive Maneuvers
[reducio]Broom Racing Competition against Beauxbatons left a bitter impression on Jason Aguilar. It was not about the racers from the opposing team, but more about himself. Being blatched twice during the race, especially knowing that it was done by a girl, made him restless every night after returning from Summer Camp. One night as spring arrived in Castelobruxo, the annoyance felt too real until Jason woke up from his sleep. He gritted his teeth, ran a hand through his hair, and [i]-of course-[/i] cursed in frustration. [b]"[i]Fuck![/i] I can't take this anymore!"[/b] The Brazilian boy clenched his fist and slammed it against the nearest wall. [b]"It can't be like this! No one can humiliate like this!"[/b]

The next day, with a [i]still-visible[/i] bruise on his knuckles, Jason brought his new broom, the Silver Arrow, to a self flying practice. [b][i]Alright,[/i] what should I do to overcome that situation?[/b] The boy zoomed here and there, but his mind was not focused on what was in front of him. He didn't even notice a swarm of pigeons coming toward him, [i]or him toward the pigeons.[/i] Either way, he collided with those birds and some of them pooped on him. [b][i]"Dammit!"[/i][/b] Jason was forced to end his aimless training session and returned to his lodging house to clean himself up. While he was [i]Scourgify-[/i]ing himself, what had just happened somehow gave him an idea. [b]"[i]Aha,[/i] that's it!"[/b]

The next day [i]-and for some moments-[/i] after, Jason practiced by dodging those pigeons. He would fly to find a swarm of pigeons, dart with his broom toward the birds, then performed an evasive maneuvers right before entering the swarm. He kept doing this until he no longer returned to his lodging house covered in bird's poopy.

Having succeeded with his pigeon training, Jason moved on to something more challenging. He trained himself with the Vampyr Mosps that could be find in the certain parts of the Castelobruxo forest. He deliberately disturbed those environmental attackers and practiced using them. Several stung him in the first few weeks of practicing, until eventually only one sting was left and then he was finally able to evade the insects completely.

After all his training with the attackers, Jason invited his peers to some flying practices and also asked them to try blatching him off his broom. All the effort with those attackers clearly paid off. He managed to evade most of his peers' blatch attempts in the first practice and in the next practices he finished without a single blatch. Now he's ready to compete in the next Summer Games with a better performance.

[b]WC 435/400[/b][/reducio]
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Kazimir Valun-Plemya

Second year, Quidditch Player, Koldovstoretz

28 179

4 Jul 2025, 02:14

Link to your encyclopedia thread: here!
School Year or Adult Level: Second Year
Stat Changes:
+5 stat points for graduation: +1 stamina, +1 evasion, +2 strength, +1 accuracy

Old: Stamina - 8 | Evasion - 8 | Strength - 7 | Wisdom - 0 | Arc Power - 0 | Accuracy - 7

New: Stamina - 9 | Evasion - 9 | Strength - 9 | Wisdom - 0 | Arc Power - 0 | Accuracy - 8

Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Obnoxiously Strong
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):

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Kazimir's strength comes from a couple different sources. For one, the boy is gifted genetically. His father Rurik is a Russian wizard that is above average height and is also a stocky build. His wide shoulders and barrel chest will one day be seen in Kazimir too. Rurik was also a very athletic boy and even is still to this day. He was a decent quidditch player in his heyday and took pleasure in physical activities and exercise. He was an avid runner and loved the muggle sport of weightlifting. Though he is a bit older now, Rurik is still in good shape and is quite strong for a wizard. His work can take him to remote places, but the long hikes and physical labor required is not a problem!

Now, Kazimir gets most of his strength from the fact that is mother is a giantess! It is well known that these magical beings grow to incredible heights and can perform feats of strength that few other beings could dream of replicating. His mother, by the name of Bria, is from a tribe of giants high up in the Ural Mountains. This tribe, like many among their kind, hold physical strength as an attribute held in the highest regards. In fact, one of their customs is a rite of passage that involves lifting a boulder up off of the ground. The particular would sits in the center of their village and acts as a meeting place as well as recording histories etched into its surface. The tribe holds a celebrations every time one of its own grows strong enough to lift it!

The celebration of physical strength is something Kazimir still holds dear. Though he now spends most of his time at Koldovstoretz he still holds strong to those beliefs and customs. His father even taught him the practice of weightlifting as a way for them to bond and to build his strength. Kazimir can often be found on the school grounds finding the largest stones possible or even some smaller fallen trees to use in his exercises. His routine is almost daily as the practice helps keep him centered and he hopes to return home to the village each summer to show off his growth to his giant family. Usually he likes to get a work out in before breakfast and then again before dinner. His hard work is evident when you watch him on the quidditch pitch. His work with the beater bat is a thing of terror! He will never be as strong as his full blooded giant siblings, but there would be few in the magical community that could match his strength.

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Sunday Crestmont

Second year, Quidditch Player, Tenūsa

72 203

4 Jul 2025, 02:18

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It started out simply enough, Someone would get annoyed and or tired with Sunday's constant pestering. And they would try to get her to burn off some of this energy, while also giving them a breather. As in all honesty, the girl was- well -the girl was a lot to deal with at six in the morning with her boundless energy, and constant questions. Of course, Sunday being Sunday, didn't notice this for what it was. And thought of it more as a game.

The rules were simple, Someone (often times her dukun Theo) would ask challenge Sunday with finding something they had 'lost'. The albeit naïve, but kind hearted girl, would jump at the chance to help out in any way she could. So she would 'lock in' and be uncharacteristically quiet for herself, and she would simply search. She would look around getting on her hands and knees to look in the smallest cracks. Even if logically the item would in no way fit there. Stretching out onto her tippy toes to look at the top of cupboards.

This backfired horribly on the other party. As it turned out, Sunday was very good at finding lost things. Theo would ask her to find a pen he had lost, and she would salute him with that stupid, hard to hate grin on her face, and cheerfully declare that she could find it 'lickety-split'. And would dart off before any questions could be asked about her wording. Then return, and they wouldn't be able to deny it. She returned lickety-split. With the lost pen, missing notebook, the pet that had wondered off. Whatever they had tasked her with.

The more people asked, the more they had realized, that yes while annoying at times, She was really good at this. And she just got better with every thing that had been lost. Some people even just went up to her, not trying to get rid of her, just needing her so called eagle eyes. And she would just grin at them. And tell them, not to worry. As Sunday was the best lost thing finder ever. They of course had there doubts, but she returned soon. Lost item in hand. Thus her reputation followed.

Lucky her, this translated well into her quidditch skills. As she would mount her broom in some solo practice, release that golden ball, close her eyes for a second. And then she would open them, quiet, still, and not like herself. Until she would see that small reflection of light and dart to it. Landing softly, the ball held tightly in her grip, Smile painting over her lips. Having gotten the ball, sure it was just herself and the field, but she was sure that it couldn't be that different in a real game. It was such a simply task really. And she was thrilled when people asked her to find things, as clearly they wanted to help her in her quidditch endeavors. What other reason would they have?

I am also unsure what happened, my Veela app is 10 words short when I looked at it :C I have added this sentence to the very end of the post to get it to the word count. I am so sorry and I don't know what happened T^T
- >Sunday beamed at her nannies, of course it was great. How could it not be? This was the coolest thing that had happened to her in the history of ever.
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[center][b][i]STAT POINTS[/i][/b][/center]
[quote][center][i]| Stamina 5 | Evasion 10 | Strength 0 | Wisdom 10 | Arcane Power 0 | Accuracy 10 |[/i][/center][/quote]
[center][b][i]ABILITIES[/i][/b][/center]
[quote]Year One ┆ Part Veela 
╰⪼ Able to speak Veela, alluring : 10% chance that an opponent will ally with her.
Year Two┆ Keen Eye
╰⪼ 10% chance to auto see the snitch, 25% chance to find hidden items in threads.[/quote]
[quote][center][i]year one ~ Part Veela (1/8th) [b][520][/b][/i][/center][reducio]To the Crestmont's, looks were everything. Mannerisms, fashion, how one talked. It was all held very dear to them. As Heaven forbid that one of there own namesake and blood was found 'sloppy' with a slouched back, dressed lax. They needed to be prepared to dance at a ball at a moment's notice, or at least look that way. They needed to play happy photo perfect family in the public eye. Needed everyone to believe they were perfect. Down to everything. The Crestmont's had to be the center of attention at all costs.

So of course, selective breeding ensued to make them look best the could. Marriages were arranged with the children of the house that had been deemed most beautiful and arranged with 'most beautiful' of there graduating class. To ensure that everyone looked right out of a muggle magazine. Blood status didn't matter at all to them, so long as they were pretty. Blood status had no part in what made someone pretty, that was at least until,-

A great discovery had been found with Sunday's grandfather. He was half Veela. Everyone had eyes for him, her mother would tell her stories that her grandmother had spoken off. On one of the rare occasions her mother spoke to her, and acted like a mother. "Your grandmother would tell me when I was your age how everywhere they went, all eyes would be on your grandfather." Sunday had never meat her Grandmother, or Grandfather. But she could see the features in her mother's appearance. The white hair, and the allure she seamed to have. "Mother," Sunday was only allowed to call them mother and father. "Does that make you part Veela?" Her young inquisitive voice would ask.

Her mother would chuckle, a rare sound indeed. Sunday had started to think that her mother and father could have no joy. "Why of course, It makes me 1/4 veela." She poked Sunday on the nose. "And you, Sunday, you are 1/8th veela." Her young star filled eyes seamed to twinkle and shine with this newfound information. She should have known this of course, her white hair, and she guessed she was pretty. She had never noticed things like that prior to this. Having no one to compare to, it was all just how she looked. Her mother of course had the white hair to. Sunday had always assumed that she was just very old.

She had jumped from her mother's lap, and rushed off to her mom and mama. A stupid ear to ear grin filled her face. She had to run outside onto the grounds of the manor, finding her mom's on one of the swing chairs in the garden. She climbed into it, fitting herself right between them. "I'm one fourth veela!" She had proudly told them, though of course. They had already known that. Mama ruffled her hair, and smiled down at her. "That's great Sunday."  Sunday beamed at her nannies, of course it was great. How could it not be? This was the coolest thing that had happened to her in the history of ever. [/reducio][/quote]
[quote][center][i]Year Two ~ Keen eye [b][502][/b] [/i][/center][reducio]It started out simply enough, Someone would get annoyed and or tired with Sunday's constant pestering. And they would try to get her to burn off some of this energy, while also giving them a breather. As in all honesty, the girl was- well -the girl was a lot to deal with at six in the morning with her boundless energy, and constant questions. Of course, Sunday being Sunday, didn't notice this for what it was. And thought of it more as a game.

The rules were simple, Someone (often times her dukun Theo) would ask challenge Sunday with finding something they had 'lost'. The albeit naïve, but kind hearted girl, would jump at the chance to help out in any way she could. So she would 'lock in' and be uncharacteristically quiet for herself, and she would simply search. She would look around getting on her hands and knees to look in the smallest cracks. Even if logically the item would in no way fit there. Stretching out onto her tippy toes to look at the top of cupboards.

This backfired horribly on the other party. As it turned out, Sunday was very good at finding lost things. Theo would ask her to find a pen he had lost, and she would salute him with that stupid, hard to hate grin on her face, and cheerfully declare that she could find it 'lickety-split'. And would dart off before any questions could be asked about her wording. Then return, and they wouldn't be able to deny it. She returned lickety-split. With the lost pen, missing notebook, the pet that had wondered off. Whatever they had tasked her with.

The more people asked, the more they had realized, that yes while annoying at times, She was really good at this. And she just got better with every thing that had been lost. Some people even just went up to her, not trying to get rid of her, just needing her so called eagle eyes. And she would just grin at them. And tell them, not to worry. As Sunday was the best lost thing finder ever. They of course had there doubts, but she returned soon. Lost item in hand. Thus her reputation followed.

Lucky her, this translated well into her quidditch skills. As she would mount her broom in some solo practice, release that golden ball, close her eyes for a second. And then she would open them, quiet, still, and not like herself. Until she would see that small reflection of light and dart to it. Landing softly, the ball held tightly in her grip, Smile painting over her lips. Having gotten the ball, sure it was just herself and the field, but she was sure that it couldn't be that different in a real game. It was such a simply task really. And she was thrilled when people asked her to find things, as clearly they wanted to help her in her quidditch endeavors. What other reason would they have?[/reducio][/quote]

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Arno Dorian

Third year, Quidditch player, Durmstrang

58 7

4 Jul 2025, 02:37

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here
School Year or Adult Level: Third
Stat Changes:
Old Stats:
Stats: sta 8 eva 10 str 0 wis 7 arc 5 acc 10
New Stats: (+5 Acc)
Stats: sta 8 eva 10 str 0 wis 7 arc 5 acc 15

Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Binding Mark, Inscribing on @Boram Borisova. Perms taken from Durmstrang's headmaster for mentions and to reference a thread soon to happen. Please dm both to confirm if needed.
Here's how the mark appears:

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Here's Our Consent (feel free to dm/owl Nabi Park/Boram Borisova):

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Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC- 924.

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Arno Dorian was never meant to be left behind. Not by a father who walked away, not by a future that promised stability only to shatter underfoot. And yet, abandonment marked the earliest chapter of his life like salt on fresh wounds. His mother, as fierce, powerful and exacting as she was, became both his shield and prison. In many ways, Arno's affinity for seeking the binding mark was much less about the magic but the void it'd fill. The need for permanence in a world that kept proving itself to be fragile and temporary.

It began over the summer, way before camp had officially begun, during what was an otherwise quiet night at the Borisova estate. Sleep had yet again failed the raven haired boy. Arno, as ever, carried much far heavier weight in his chest then his shoulders could carry. Grief, fear, and a growing sense of something he was struggling to name. Durmstrang was the emergence, its dungeons. During one such detention he had landed with Boram Borisova upon shattering the walls of their school. A reckless spell miscast and the ceiling gave way, Arno was dragged back by the rubble while Boram disappeared behind it.

That moment did something irreversible to him.

For days after, he couldn't shake the feeling, the sheer panic, the knowledge that if one more thing had gone wrong, she might have vanished forever and he would never have known how to reach her. Boram, the girl who had barreled into his life like hailstorm and somehow made his cold and bleak life into something warmer and comforting.

In the aftermath, Arno sought a spell he had previously only glanced at from his mother's collection of books. He sought it not for power or control, but a permanent and stable connection. A way to ensure how the next time he can't see her, he'd still be able to her her. That was when he obsessively researched the Binding Mark, a tattoo like emblem that would introduce a tie in his magic to another's. A direct verbal link across any distance. It was intimate, and undeniably personal. He understood it'd be a hard climb convincing Boram as the spell required verbal consent, an act of will on both sides.

He asked her twice already. She deflected both times.

But on that midnight by the estate’s waterline, when the air was unusually still and sharp, Boram followed him towards the bank. Sitting with him on the cold bank. With no bickering or jokes between the two at such a vulnerable hour, she listened, as Arno confessed; not to how he felt, but to what he feared. That he couldn’t bear not knowing if she was safe. That the idea of silence between them wasn’t tolerable anymore to him.

She looked him in the eye and finally offered her arm.

The mark Arno created was symbolic of their very premise and relation so far in their life. It rested right on her forearm. It was ink-dark and patterned with sharp lines intersecting in an elegant artistry—his emotions embedded into it. For her, it would be a visible tie. For him, the link lived invisibly, but irrevocably.

The mark had connection and contradiction written all over it.

Two swords. Almost identical, but not quite. One maybe had a broader guard, the other, perhaps a thinner edge. Like two different types of armor, different ways of cutting through what needs to be faced. Two similar yet different people.

And then he drew the birds—hummingbirds. Fragile. Too light for war yet too fast to be caught. They weren't made for violence, but here they were, drawn to the blades. One on each. Choosing to land there, knowing what they risked.

The red string was the thread of fate. Binding them. It weaved through the swords, through the birds, trying to tie permanence into something that was awfully and naturally fleeting. It was deliberately messy,. Signifying how the two were choosing this connection even when the same connection might come back to cut them.

And the flowers that still bloomed between the steel. It was to symbolize how life didn’t need permission to keep growing.

In conclusion, the mark was about two people. Him and her. Weapons in their own right who had now found something delicate to be tied together.

That night, they spoke the activation word. The first test worked as his voice carried to her as if he stood beside her, and hers echoed back just the same. It was both comforting and disarming at the same time.

The mark suited Arno only for how skilled he was at casting, but because it allowed him what life never had. "Access without possession, permanence and presence without dependence. It gave him a boundary less tether in the form of a quiet promise to always know the two were alive.

In typical Arno self, he would eventually downplay his own actions and feelings the next day. Called it "a precaution," and "a tool," something "free phone." which Boram did not understand what it meant. But what the spell represented for him was far more than words could ever convey.

And though there was no visible mark on him, he knew eventually he would seek a more senior student. Someone capable of inscribing it on him in return. He wanted to wear her symbol just as she wore his. For some someone who had grown up feeling utterly replaceable and unwanted, that was one of the most magical thing he had ever known.

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Prat Pass - Slytherin	Arno Dorian - Durmstrang
Sta: 6 \| Eva: 9 \| Str: 6 \| Wis: 7 \| Arc: 7 \| Acc: 10	Sta: 8 \| Eva: 10 \| Str: 0 \| Wis: 7 \| Arc: 5 \| Acc: 15

Devon Wallen

Third year, Broom Racer, Ilvermorny

528 200

4 Jul 2025, 02:49

Link to your encyclopedia thread: portkey
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Divination Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Word count = 582 words

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After her first year at Ilvermorny, Devon did not take the summer completely off. When her siblings bought their books, she enjoyed sneaking glances at her older brother’s books. There was one with a crystal ball and a giant eye! And one with … numbers! As such, she was immediately drawn to the Divination and Arithmancy textbooks (and was always good at math when she was in the muggle public schools). When she was able to, she snuck into his room and glanced through the pages of the book. She saw images of techniques she briefly heard about in the muggle world … palmistry, tarot cards, and tea reading! But she nearly dropped the book at the mention of Xylomancy! Tree-branch reading! That wasn’t something she heard of before … but it dealt with branches! And she loved being outside!

Taking very brief notes, Devon copied what the twigs actually meant. Furthermore, she even drew pictures. So, as she walked to Central Park to play soccer and meditate in the grass, she would practice trying Xylomancy. Having no idea if she was doing it correctly, she routinely confided in her best friend, Kaitlyn Connor (my PC). The girls had exchanged phone numbers before, so Devon started text messaging Kaitlyn with her findings.

The girls also routinely FaceTimed each other. Devon would be sitting in Central Park, showing Kaitlyn what she learned about the tree branches. They even video conferenced, drinking tea together to try to read the leaves. Any time Devon wasn’t talking to Kaitlyn, she was on her computer or phone, looking up tea reading. She was amazed at the prospect of being about to see the future.

When Devon came to Hogwarts for the Spring Soiree in 2025 during her second year, she met with Kaitlyn, and they read each other’s tea leaves. Devon also attempted Xylomancy again, but got even more confused. While she had a fun time with her best friend, she didn’t want to confuse herself further. When she left Hogwarts to go back to Ilvermorny, she promised to do more research. And research, she did!

A lot of her time was spent in the Ilvermorny library reading up on Divination. Devon also liked to spend time with her older sister, Rebecca, reading her Divination textbook, as well, while they painted each other’s fingernails and toenails. It made for a good way to pass the time, plus Devon liked it that her older sister supported her thirst for knowledge.

Naturally, when Devon went home for the summer holiday, she couldn’t do anything with magic. But, she constantly enjoyed drinking tea to read her leaves while FaceTiming Kaitlyn. She began to keep a journal of her readings. Lo and behold, she finally noticed a lot of them coming true. For the ones that didn’t, she noticed that she missed an interpretation that likely fit her circumstances better. All of this would be written in her journal. Naturally, she wasn’t a student of the class yet, but recording her thoughts would likely be helpful.

Now, with her third year approaching, Devon proudly bought her Divination and Arithmancy textbooks, along with a set of Tarot Cards. She could be routinely found taking very copious notes from the books, cross-checking her notes with what she had already tried out … all the while happily chatting with Kaitlyn. When it came time for choosing her new third-year classes, she checked Divination and Arithmancy immediately, happy to have the chance to properly learn the material.

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Old Stats:
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 6
New Stats: (+5 from graduation)
Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 9 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 7

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[quote][b]Is your character a Broom Racer?[/b] YES
[b]Is your character a Quidditch Player?[/b] No
[b]Is your character a Duelist?[/b] No

[b]Stats: [/b]Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 9 | ArcPower: 7 | Accuracy: 7
[b]Abilities:[/b] 
Lovely Creature (Year 1) [revelio]WC: 419[/revelio]
[reducio]Since she was a young girl, Devon was obsessed with her hair. She rarely wore it down to her shoulders. Instead, she liked having it styled differently. She chose even more intricate designs when she learned to do her hair. She enjoyed having the creativity of choosing a different hairstyle. Even now, at Ilvermorny, Devon tries out different hairstyles.

Devon was a dancer and enjoyed playing the violin. She had plenty of experience dressing up for dancing and playing at recitals. Compliments were given to her … and not just about her performance. “Devon is so pretty!” “Mom, can we ask Devon where she bought that dress from? It looks so lovely on her!” “Do you see the hairstyle Devon is using? It suits her!” It filled her with pride to know that people liked her and were willing to compliment her. Even more importantly, they were willing to compliment her on more than just her performance.

Devon took her time getting dressed and applying her makeup in the dressing room of her dance school and recitals. It took her so long that she’d have to arrive extra early. Yet, despite how long it took, she wanted to appear poised to perfection for her performances. As important as it was to entertain, she also needed to look good while doing so! Within the dressing room, she often helped the other girls with their hair and makeup, as well.

Once her ears were pierced, Devon became attached to wearing different types of earrings and would frequently wear mismatched earrings. She routinely followed the beat of her drum. She’d even wear mismatched socks whenever possible … if she ever wears socks. As much as she pays attention to fashion, she also likes to add her quirks to her dress sense. Between her jewelry and hairstyle, she makes sure she is remembered for being skilled and her appearance.

Just like with her clothing. Devon loves to wear dresses and skirts. With the Ilvermorny dress code the way it is, she always wears sandals. She loves wearing colorful clothing, as well. Bright colors filled her wardrobe, her favorites being the pastel colors. Despite the dress code, she always tries to look her best. Whenever she could, she enjoyed expressing herself even more with muggle clothing. She puts forth considerable time to ensure her clothing looks good and that she wears only a limited amount of make-up. As she grows older, she’ll spend that much more time applying the makeup she chooses to wear.[/reducio]
Calming Presence (Year 2) [revelio]WC: 405[/revelio]
[reducio]Picture it. Devon was in the dressing room changing into a beautiful outfit for a violin recital or changing into a leotard so she could practice dancing. No matter what she’s doing, she stays calm and collected. She thinks about the upcoming competition but doesn’t let it get into her head. She knows she practiced well and that becoming nervous about the situation would not help. So, she kept her head calm and composed.

Even more so, Devon would comfort the other girls around her in the changing room of the dance studio and the auditorium. She’d do her best to calm their spirits, including the girls she was supposed to compete against. Even after a few minutes of talking to her, the other girls would feel calmer and less stressed. After all, Devon believed in a fair competition, where she’d test her skills in a head-to-head match. It would even the playing field, which made her much happier if she won (and made her humble if she lost).

Throughout her time in muggle school, Devon never stressed about her homework. She was pretty studious, in fact, and never let the pressure of an exam haunt her. She never experienced that annoying feeling of anxiety and stress. Her mind was perpetually at ease; her performances spoke volumes due to her never worrying. She knew she could do the work, knew that she studied a lot, and believed in herself. As such, she never attempted to second-guess her decisions or confidence.

When Devon came to Ilvermorny as the youngest child in her family, she already heard stories from her older siblings about the school. So, when she started, what occurred at the school felt like second nature to her. Taking part in the ceremony for her house didn’t stress her out. Although she was very happy to have been chosen by the Horned Serpent - it was the house she hoped would choose her. With all the magic all over the school, she did not show any extra worry about her abilities. Even though it was all new to her, she took each challenge with stride and a smile. She studied until her mind went numb and joined as many clubs and activities as she could manage. While she was always on the move, she was happy with her life and her decisions. Her presence was calm, and she exuded that feeling to those around her.[/reducio]
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Kaitlyn Connor | Devon Wallen

Agata Ríos Matos

Fifth year, Quidditch Player, Castelobruxo

65 165

4 Jul 2025, 03:12

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Potions gal
School Year or Adult Level: Fifth
Stat Changes: OLD
Sta 10 | Eva 9 | Str 6 | Wis 12 | Arc 5 | Acc 12

NEW
Sta 10 | Eva 9 | Str 6 | Wis 14 | Arc 5 | Acc 15
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Terrible Presence
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):

It wasn't like she'd meant to draw people away. But her fascination with potions and poisons had given her parents quite the scare. Where her other siblings were concerned with music and plants, and all things bright and bubbly, Agata had not been. She'd been fascinated with death, and healing, and that had accumulated in a love for potions, or more importantly, poisons. She'd started wearing black, refusing any other colours, and it had given her mother a fright. She'd despaired that her daughter was being lured away by the Devil, pleading with her father and older siblings to make her youngest daughter see sense. They'd even gone to church to 'help' Agata. But it really hadn't. She liked black. The monotone colour that drew in the darkness, made it swirl around her. Agata had just rolled her eyes at her mother, and continued creating her stock of potions.

It wasn't something she'd outright noticed. It was something that shimmered, and bubbled away in the background like a potion steeping on the cauldron, just waiting to come to boil. At first it was only that people avoided her gaze at school, or if she was at home, perhaps they just waited for her father to come back to the shop so he could serve them. After a while, it was more noticeable. People would cross the street to avoid her, or if her parents weren't in the shop, they'd horridly make excuses and leave. Even people at school had started to avoid her. She hadn't had many friends, but somehow now, it was even harder to make them. She tried. She really did. Smiling, laughing at people's jokes. To no avail. They did not want her. Her presence was just awful to be around apparently.

And so, with that decision, Agata holed herself up in her dorm room, and brewed. Brewed and read and did everything to avoid people. Oh, she did the extra-curriculars like quidditch or broom racing. But there would be no more smiles. She glared as people passed her in the hallways, a frown permanently hovering on her lips. She watched as classmates watched transfixed as she sloshed her potions around. She could see their little gears turning, wondering if that liquid would somehow come to them. She didn't use it of course, but the image she gave, was more than satisfying.

Her attitude, her dress, her mannerisms. If people wanted her to be someone, she would. She would be the terror in the night that they feared.

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[quote][center][b]Stats:[/b]
Sta 10 | Eva 9 | Str 6 | Wis 12 | Arc 5 | Acc 12
[url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=737521#p737521](+1 from duelling)[/url], [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=775004#p775004](+1 from quidditch)[/url], [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=879944#p879944](+1 from duelling)[/url] and [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=925022#p925022](+1 from duelling)[/url][/center][/quote]

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[b]Fearless:[/b] You are immune to effects such as a dhampir's aura, the ability terrible presence, a lycanothrope's intimidation or certain charms, potions and jinxes that would normally cause a fear.
[reducio]She’d never been one to look for danger but there was always something dangerous about living in the ancient city of Cusco, Peru. Of being surrounded by jungle and mountains and ancient cracking temples. Growing up, her parents had always warned her about where she should go and where to avoid, but having spent the last nearly 11 years walking the city, Agata didn’t feel the usual caution or fear that she saw in others. Especially the tourists. They were everywhere. Roaming around the streets in wonder. But to her this was home. And it always would be.  

Gallivanting around the city with her siblings was always the best part of her day. Now that they were away at school, Agata was on her lonesome. She’d been used to it of course in some way. The youngest of seven, she’d been left to her own devices many times by her parents who were too busy running their plant shop to truly look after her. They specialised in muggle and magical plants, providing anyone with ingredients for whatever they may need. Her siblings at first at cared for her, but as she got older and they left for Castelobruxo, they too left her to her own devices. In the end, she’d spent days exploring the ruins of Machu Picchu, taking the train by herself, and climbing, albeit secretly, the ruins to explore. 

She’d even come across sun bears and pumas when walking the ruins in the early mornings. Instead of the rush of fear one would expect at seeing such magnificent beasts, she’d only felt respect and admiration for them. She quietly snuck out of their way, heading towards a different part of the terraced gardens, leaving the animals to themselves. Although she didn’t fear them, she wasn’t stupid. It would be best to leave them alone.  

The adventures hadn’t stopped in Machu Picchu. When she was still in Cusco, on days where her mother forbid her from exploring, she’d help in the shop. Her mother would always send her on errands, either delivering packages or getting them for the shop. It was one of her favourite pastimes, and had been for years. She’d been braving the streets doing these errands without assistance for over 5 years now, and felt comfortable in walking the criss-crossing, star-aligning streets by herself without help. She always waved and smiled at her neighbours, not bothered by the sedate llamas or busy cars.[/reducio]
[b]Potion Mastery:[/b] When administering or applying a potion, the victim suffers disadvantage on the resistance roll.
[reducio]She’d been stuck helping her parents in the shop over the Summer. After what had ended up in a disastrous exploration of the European continent and what the British termed, the best school ever (insert eye roll here), her parents had basically kept her holed up inside. Being the youngest, her parents coddled her like a baby, always making sure she was well and wasn’t in pain. She was sick of it. She had paid her older siblings to do her chores for her basically everyday so she could escape.

She didn’t go far. Just around to the next street, into an abandoned building where she had set up her cauldron and supplies on the lower floor. The building had long since been vacated and was a perfect spot to brew potions away from prying eyes. Most of the things she used were her own from school and ingredients weren’t hard to come by either – her parents owned and grew plants for a living. They had numerous magical potion supplies right there for anyone who needed them. Agata wasn’t stealing them, she was borrowing them. Turning them into something useful. They would have been sitting there collecting dust otherwise. It was what she told herself anyway.  

Week after week, she spent sat there in the dusty old decaying building reading her potions textbook. It was after three failed attempts that she’d resorted to asking her older brother Julián for help. He was an adult, more than capable of helping her with the magical spell component of her potions. He’d been suspicious at first, but when she’d explained it was because she wanted to learn more about potions he had agreed. It wasn’t his forte but anything for his youngest sister. Sometimes being the youngest paid off! They’d set about doing it every 3 days or so, when they could both get out of chores and work. She’d collected the ingredients and brewed the potions carefully, making sure every one was the correct colour, consistency and if applicable taste. 

Once the actual brewing had commenced Julián had proposed she make a journal with all her notes. She’d scoffed at the idea at first, but now, 5 weeks in, she was glad to have listened to him. Every time she trialled a new potion, she noted it down. What type of potion it was, what it did to the consumer, what it looked like, smelt like, tasted like. They were all important details that would help her succeed in learning her potions.[/reducio]
[b]Poison Resistance:[/b] When exposed to a potion or a poison, the user gains advantage on the resistance roll. In addition, they are always aware that they are under the influence of a potion or a poison.
[reducio]There was something about the long break and being free to do as she pleased. It meant she had ample time to collect ingredients with her siblings, play the piano and brew her potions. Not particularly in that order, but as long as she was able to do those things, she was happy.

Bottle after bottle lined her shelves. Some of them were full of liquids and paste, whilst others were nearly empty. She’d become determined over the break to not only master her potions, but be able to tell which was which by a glance or taste. Her parents, not so bewildered to discover that their youngest daughter had a liking for potions, supplied her with the ingredients and spellwork she needed to brew potion after potion. With her stock full, or as full as she could make it, she’d sat down over several afternoons throughout the weeks she had off school to learn and test herself on the tastes of the potions. She was determined to be ready come her third year.

It had come to a head on the last weekend before heading off for ‘school visits’ as she called them. She’d waved off wandering the hills of Cusco with her siblings instead wanting to perfect this last potion test of hers. That was where her mother found her - inside her room, huddled under her study desk. She’d been sitting there all afternoon reading her older brothers potions textbook. Agata had asked her brother, Julián, to brew a potion. She knew she’d been affected by it, but it wasn’t what she thought. 

Her Mother came into the room, a confused look on her face. “Mija (darling), what are you doing on the floor?” She placed the new potion herbs on the table above her daughter, and crouched in front of the befuddled girl. “What’s wrong Mija?” Agata looked up from the book, worn in places and corners folded. “It’s not working Mama,” Agata mumbled. She picked up the potion, handing it to her mother. Her mother looked at it. It was a dizziness potion, beautifully created with a shining orange colour. It didn’t look wrong at all. “What do you mean Mija? It looks fine. Is that why you’re sitting on the floor?” Agata shook her head at her mothers question. “A little, but not really. I was expecting to need to sit, so took the potion sitting down. But I’m not dizzy! Not like I’d expect from a dizziness draught.” She handed the textbook over to her mother. “That’s why I was checking the book. I can’t tell what went wrong.” 

Her mother smiled knowingly. She’d heard of this happening. Placing a hand on her daughters head, she smoothed the chocolate strands back. “It worked Mija. It’s just that your body is tolerant to the potion. Probably due to all the testing you’ve done.” Standing up, she placed the textbook on the table next to the forgotten herbs. She held a hand down to Agata. “Come now. I’m sure your siblings are back from town. Let’s go have something to eat.” Agata smiled affectionately at her Mother, clasping her hand and hauling herself up. Mama was probably right. She’d grown a tolerance to all the potions she’d drunk over the weeks and now it was all in her favour.
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[b]Comprehend Languages - Parseltongue:[/b] You are able to understand (not speak) Parseltongue, and gain +10% Wisdom.
[reducio]Growing up Agata had spent much of her time in the Amazon jungle. Many animal calls could be heard - macaws squawking, capuchins yelling, alligators snapping. The sibilant sounds of snakes though? The first time she had heard that hadn't been in the leafy, green jungles. That had been at home, in the living room. One day, there had been silence. The next a short, white woman with blonde hair speaking in strange tongues. She had introduced herself as Dusana Sabo, her half cousin. She'd found evidence that Agata's father was her father's half-brother. Considering that Agata's father knew nothing of his own paternal history and it was much a mystery, Agata was skeptical. So had been her parents as they all sat around the dining table, Agata's six siblings cloistered around her, trying to get a glimpse of the documents that Dusana produced. It was only after her father broke down in tears that Agata realised that it was true. This young woman was her cousin. Her family. 

After this first encounter, Dusana would visit as often as she could. It usually ended up being only once or twice a year due to her studies in the healing arts, but she always made it worthwhile. Her constant companion was her pet snake, which Agata loved. Her older sisters hated the animal, describing it as horrid and disgusting. Agata always rolled her eyes when that happened. The young girl was fascinated that Dusana could speak a strange language with her pet that no one else could understand. Dusana had been amused when Agata first mentioned it, citing that she would have loved to have grown up with siblings, to feel less alone. Agata vehemently disagreed. She never had a moments peace! It was during this visit that Agata begged Dusana to teach her the strange language, even if it was to only understand it. Dusana agreed, although she warned that it would be hard. Especially as she only visisted once or twice a year. Agata didn't care. She was determined to learn.

Over the years, Dusana would visit and Agata would show her how much she had learnt. Her knowledge steadily grew, to the point where Dusana felt comfortable leaving Agata and Asclepius alone together over the afternoons, conversing in a mixture of English and Parseltongue. Agata loved being able to understand the language, to have one over her older siblings. It was a way to be alone, but also close to family. [/reducio]
[b]Terrible Presence:[/b] Players in threads (friend or foe) would have a +1 critical failure chance as well as -10% damages done and 10% auto-miss. Cannot be hidden or in stealth in a topic.
[reducio]It wasn't like she'd meant to draw people away. But her fascination with potions and poisons had given her parents quite the scare. Where her other siblings were concerned with music and plants, and all things bright and bubbly, Agata had not been. She'd been fascinated with death, and healing, and that had accumulated in a love for potions, or more importantly, poisons. She'd started wearing black, refusing any other colours, and it had given her mother a fright. She'd despaired that her daughter was being lured away by the Devil, pleading with her father and older siblings to make her youngest daughter see sense. They'd even gone to church to 'help' Agata. But it really hadn't. She liked black. The monotone colour that drew in the darkness, made it swirl around her. Agata had just rolled her eyes at her mother, and continued creating her stock of potions. 

It wasn't something she'd outright noticed. It was something that shimmered, and bubbled away in the background like a potion steeping on the cauldron, just waiting to come to boil. At first it was only that people avoided her gaze at school, or if she was at home, perhaps they just waited for her father to come back to the shop so he could serve them. After a while, it was more noticeable. People would cross the street to avoid her, or if her parents weren't in the shop, they'd horridly make excuses and leave. Even people at school had started to avoid her. She hadn't had many friends, but somehow now, it was even harder to make them. She tried. She really did. Smiling, laughing at people's jokes. To no avail. They did not want her. Her presence was just awful to be around apparently.

And so, with that decision, Agata holed herself up in her dorm room, and brewed. Brewed and read and did everything to avoid people. Oh, she did the extra-curriculars like quidditch or broom racing. But there would be no more smiles. She glared as people passed her in the hallways, a frown permanently hovering on her lips. She watched as classmates watched transfixed as she sloshed her potions around. She could see their little gears turning, wondering if that liquid would somehow come to them. She didn't use it of course, but the image she gave, was more than satisfying.

Her attitude, her dress, her mannerisms. If people wanted her to be someone, she would. She would be the terror in the night that they feared.[/reducio]
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Quidditch - Chaser[/center][/quote]

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BEATRICE FORSYTH

DUSANA SABO

AGATA RÍOS MATOS

Tone Bakugo

Fifth year, Quidditch Player, Mahoutokoro

367 240

4 Jul 2025, 04:05

Link to your encyclopedia thread: *sparkles*
School Year or Adult Level: Y5
Stat Changes: +5 from graduation
(OLD) sta • 10 | eva • 13 | str • 9 | wis • 7 |arc • 4 | acc • 15 (+2)
(NEW) sta • 10 | eva • 15 | str • 12 | wis • 7 |arc • 4 | acc • 15 (+2)
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Obnoxiously Strong
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Ever since Tone was young he'd been very interested in quidditch. The boy's dream had been to become a popular quidditch player beloved by fans all over the world. Tone had researched everything there possibly was to know about quidditch and come to the realization there were things he needed to train in order to become one of the best quidditch beaters out there. First off, he needed a lot of stamina to keep himself going in the air for long periods of time. Second off, he needed a lot of evasion to avoid bludgers and attacks by others. And third, he needed a ton of strength to make his hits count for his team. Evasion was easy because he'd learned from an early age to avoid his parents when they were around him. Stamina and strength would be the ones he'd need to work on to get better at. Once he started practicing and training his broom skills, he naturally developed stamina and further increased his evasion. But Tone's strength had always been a bit lacking for the most part.

Tone was strong, he'd always been strong both in the literal and metaphorical sense, having to fend for himself more often than others his age. As a result of this, he'd developed muscle and strength from an early age, building it naturally over time. But he'd never really done strength training due to his naturally strong abilities. That is, up until he started to go to Mahoutokoro. While there, Tone came to the realization he'd need to bulk up a little nor only to increase his beater skills for the team but also to help him go after the higher years there. One of his main goals, other than to become a beloved quidditch beater, was to make 1 million friends. He wanted to have a wide variety too of all ages, cultures, genders, and years at Mahoutokoro. But the problem with this was he needed to be able to avoid being pushed around by those older and stronger than him. So Tone started to do strength training to help him out a little more. Over time, through hard work in weight training, exercise, strength activities and other various ways, he'd come to develop a great deal more strength. More than he'd ever had in his entire life and for once Tone was happy with how things had turned out. He hadn't become a huge giant with muscles that overshadowed his form but Tone had quite a decent amount of strength now to be on par with those older than him. Exactly what he'd gone for when he'd first started this regime. Now, with his newfound strength abilities, Tone was able to stand his ground when older years tried to push him away from them. He was able to hold onto them for a time when they tried to escape.

The best part was that Tone was also able to make his beater attacks way more effective in quidditch. It really was the perfect end for all of his hard work. Summer quidditch games would never be the same again and he couldn't wait to test out his newfound abilities.

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TONE BAKUGO | MAHOUTOKORO |  FIFTH
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( ACC +2 from Statistically Relevant )

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[reducio][quote]Broken Broomshaft: Having been interested in Quidditch from an early age, Tone was actually pretty talented at the sport. He tended to be able to do things right off the bat most of the time, although sometimes he ended up failing. However, even when he failed, he would usually be able to grasp it on his second attempt. As one of the team's Beaters, Tone enjoyed flying around with his bat and going after the Bludgers. It was one of his favorite things, as it gave him a sense of satisfaction. Smacking the bludger into one of the brooms of his opponents was quite satisfying to do. Tone wasn't normally a very aggressive type of person but when it came to Quidditch, he sometimes let loose his emotions. It was the only time he could ever do so, as when the game was over, he reverted back to his normal friendly self.

Despite looking as if he had a slender frame with no muscle, Tone actually had a lot of muscle hidden beneath his clothes, it just looked as if he didn't. This sometimes worked to his advantage when it came to dealing with teams who weren't familiar with him, and resulted in a win for them. As for balance, he'd always had good balance, mostly due to his childhood, as he'd needed to obtain such a talent to effectively spy on his parents and not get caught in the process. During the time he'd practiced and trained to become a beater for the Quidditch team, he'd developed even more arm muscle. As a result, when he made contact with a bludger, it literally almost became a rocket hitting its target, should it actually hit the target. Whenever games were held, Tone would try to hit the Bludgers as often as possible, even if he didn't need to do so to win the game.

Whether he was able to hit other players was a different matter. Tone didn't want to hurt other players, he just wanted to take them out of the game.

It was almost like a game to him, to see how many people he could take out.

Most Quidditch fanatics knew all the famous players and were fans of them. Unlike them, Tone was just in it for the sport and the exhilaration it gave him when he was playing the game. He might have heard of a few names but wasn't really a fan of teams in particular. It was more of a personal nature that he had become a player in the first place. Despite the way his parents treated him, what Tone didn't know was that his mother actually approved of him playing Quidditch. She thought it was the only redeeming quality he had in him and if he somehow managed to become famous, he might be looked upon as 'not bad' by her in the future. On the other hand, Akira still couldn't bring himself to like him.
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[quote]Fearless
[reducio][quote]Tone 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 Tone.

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 Tone 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 Tone 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, Tone 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 Tone 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 Tone? 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.[/quote][/reducio][/quote]

[quote]Evasive Maneuvers
[reducio][quote]From an early age, Tone had always been quite agile on his feet and possessed instincts that allowed him to evade things that were going to physically hurt him. Even though he might have been fearless around most people, he still had a sense of danger and possessed survival instincts. If it was just something like a flick on the forehead or a nudge, he'd allow it to happen. But if it seemed as if it would leave some lasting damage, or worse, Tone's body would instinctively avoid, evade or dodge it. This was not intentional on his part, it was just something he considered to be a natural instinct of his. It also came in handy when he bothered people, trying to get them to become his friends. They might lash out or 'attack' him. Obviously, he'd try and avoid them. Most of the time he was successful due to his great reflexes.

Tone's interest in flying had taken form back then too. He'd ended up finding out that he was actually pretty good at it when one of his friends had let him take their broom for a spin. Maybe because of these two things (his reflexes and being good at flying), he'd been drawn to quidditch in the first place. Sure, he'd never played for a professional league before, but that was to be expected as he'd been a child at the time. A young one at that, as it had been before he was considered to be a first year at Mahoutokoro. But the moment he'd stepped foot onto the quidditch pitch and risen up into the air, he'd known this was his destiny. During the tryout he'd been able to evade his opponents almost every time they came at him. Somehow, he seemed to always manage to dodge at just the right moment before something or someone came close to hitting him. Many marveled at this skill or luck of his, as it happened more often for him than it did for everyone else. He even managed to evade 9/10 of the practice bludgers that were hit towards him by his opponents. Apparently, it was something that was rarely able to be done by quidditch players when they first started out. But Tone seemed to have no trouble doing so, which impressed the ones in charge.

After finding out that his evasion skills were actually better than most people, nothing really changed for him. Many might have tried to take advantage of this skill and use it for ulterior purposes. But Tone continued to go about his daily life, trying to make friends everywhere he went and only used his evasion skills for simple purposes. Such as avoiding any 'attacks' sent his way and applying the skill in quidditch, whenever he could find enough people to play it with him. One thing was for sure though, Tone was glad he had such skills because they definitely came in handy in both quidditch [i]and[/i] going after people who seemed as if they didn't want to be friends or talk to anyone. But Tone knew better. Most of the time he was able to convince people to become friends with him. It was just that sometimes it took longer for some people than with others. He'd never really lost any of his 'targets' before and never intended on doing so. If he had to increase his evasion skills to continue his success rate, that was what he would do.[/quote][/reducio][/quote]

[quote]Statistically Relevant (ACC+2)
[reducio][quote]From an early age, Tone had always loved quidditch, it was one of the few things that could make him smile and give him some measure of true happiness. He tended to spend all his time perfecting his skills in the sport until there was no room for error. But even then, he didn't tend to stop practicing and honing his skills. After all, practice makes perfect, right? From the moment he was accepted into Mahoutokoro, he'd immediately checked out the quidditch pitch. Even on a school broom, Tone's skills on a broom couldn't be overlooked and soon he'd had the higher years and even the teachers take notice. It was only a matter of time before he was asked to be part of the quidditch team. Shortly after he'd been put on the roster of the second string, he'd continued to train and practice with every waking moment that he wasn't in class.

It was only a matter of time before he was promoted from the second string to the first string and became a starter for the school's team. But even after multiple victories, he didn't get complacent and continued to train, practice and hone his skills. Until one day, he lost because he couldn't avoid all the attacks that came at him and couldn't contribute to the team because his own attacks kept missing their mark. It hit him like a ton of bricks and he became determined to rectify these mistakes. Deciding to work on his accuracy first, since that was the most important, Tone ended up training on his own with bludgers and specific targets. Soon, he became aware that just doing it by himself wasn't going anywhere. He needed someone else.

So he ended up dragging one of his many friends into practicing with him, using them to help him improve his accuracy. Eventually, with all his hard work, Tone was able to increase his accuracy little by little. And then his second year started and he became way busier with classes, clubs and other events. But still, he managed to set aside a lot of time to train and hone his skills in quidditch. As time passed, he became even better than he'd been before but that much should have been obvious. If you had skill in something and poured in the time and effort to get better at it, eventually you would get better. It only stood to reason. Sure, during the process of getting better at his accuracy, Tone had gotten numerous bruises and broken bones. Maybe he'd even passed out too. But what mattered was that in the end, he was able to increase his accuracy and hopefully end up being of more use in an actual game. If devoting all this time and effort into improving a single stat worked in the next game, he'd focus on his evasion next time.

He'd gotten hit way too much in the last game he'd participated in before.[/quote][/reducio][/quote]

[quote]Obnoxiously Strong
[reducio][quote]Ever since Tone was young he'd been very interested in quidditch. The boy's dream had been to become a popular quidditch player beloved by fans all over the world. Tone had researched everything there possibly was to know about quidditch and come to the realization there were things he needed to train in order to become one of the best quidditch beaters out there. First off, he needed a lot of stamina to keep himself going in the air for long periods of time. Second off, he needed a lot of evasion to avoid bludgers and attacks by others. And third, he needed a ton of strength to make his hits count for his team. Evasion was easy because he'd learned from an early age to avoid his parents when they were around him. Stamina and strength would be the ones he'd need to work on to get better at. Once he started practicing and training his broom skills, he naturally developed stamina and further increased his evasion. But Tone's strength had always been a bit lacking for the most part.

Tone was strong, he'd always been strong both in the literal and metaphorical sense, having to fend for himself more often than others his age. As a result of this, he'd developed muscle and strength from an early age, building it naturally over time. But he'd never really done strength training due to his naturally strong abilities. That is, up until he started to go to Mahoutokoro. While there, Tone came to the realization he'd need to bulk up a little nor only to increase his beater skills for the team but also to help him go after the higher years there. One of his main goals, other than to become a beloved quidditch beater, was to make 1 million friends. He wanted to have a wide variety too of all ages, cultures, genders, and years at Mahoutokoro. But the problem with this was he needed to be able to avoid being pushed around by those older and stronger than him. So Tone started to do strength training to help him out a little more. Over time, through hard work in weight training, exercise, strength activities and other various ways, he'd come to develop a great deal more strength. More than he'd ever had in his entire life and for once Tone was happy with how things had turned out. He hadn't become a huge giant with muscles that overshadowed his form but Tone had quite a decent amount of strength now to be on par with those older than him. Exactly what he'd gone for when he'd first started this regime. Now, with his newfound strength abilities, Tone was able to stand his ground when older years tried to push him away from them. He was able to hold onto them for a time when they tried to escape.

The best part was that Tone was also able to make his beater attacks way more effective in quidditch. It really was the perfect end for all of his hard work. Summer quidditch games would never be the same again and he couldn't wait to test out his newfound abilities.[/quote]
[quote][center][b]Is your character a Broom Racer?[/b] [u] NO.[/u]
[b]Is your character a Duelist? [/b] [u]NO.[/u]
[b]Is your character a Quidditch Player?[/b] [u]YES.[/u]
[color=#004080][b]Tone is a 1st String Beater on the Quidditch team.[/b][/color][/center][/quote]
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[quote][center][b]Is your character a Broom Racer?[/b] [u] NO.[/u]
[b]Is your character a Duelist? [/b] [u]NO.[/u]
[b]Is your character a Quidditch Player?[/b] [u]YES.[/u]
[color=#004080][b]Tone is a 1st String Beater on the Quidditch team.[/b][/color][/center][/quote]

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Jamie Carville

Third year, Quidditch, Mahoutokoro

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4 Jul 2025, 04:31

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To be the best you can't let anything get in your way, not even fear. Because how would you become the best if you feared something and it stopped you right in your tracks, not being able to continue the path you set on.

Jamie hadn't always been carefree in the sky, in fact the mere thought of removing herself from the solid ground beneath her feet and flying up to join the birds had terrified a very young Jamie.

But if she was so scared to even hover off the ground on a broom, even if both her father and mother were near in case she did fall, how would she be able to conquer any other fears she might find? Young Jamie's mind was plagued with thoughts about the chance of her being afraid of other things, things that would stop her from achieving her goal of becoming the best, and that just wouldn't do.

This lead her on a mission, a mission to become fearless.

One winters night when the world was quiet Jamie found herself standing beneath an old tree, the bare branches swaying in the wind. She had chosen this specific tree because of one of the top branches, it was very sturdy as she had seen quite a few other children sitting on it when she'd walk past it, wondering what they'd do if they fell as it was very very high up, higher up than Jamie had ever been.

And that's exactly why it was the perfect tree to conquer her fears, to make sure that in the future nothing would stand in her way.

Her heart hammering in her chest Jamie clutched the broom she had brought out with her in her hands, knowing that having to bring it up with her would only make the journey even more terrifying which was exactly what she'd need.

Taking one last deep breath she focussed on getting up, not on the fact that the ground kept getting further away, despite how eager her brain seemed to be to remind her of that fact, carefully placing her broom above her every time so that she could hoist herself up. To be the best she couldn't let those thoughts stop her, she'd fight them every step of the way.

Finally she got up to her predetermined branch and sat down, broom in hand and her heart in her throat.

This was it.

This was the day she'd conquer her fear.

Looking down the ground stared back up at her, but Jamie had made up her mind. No matter how scared she was in the moment, no matter how terrifying the task seemed nothing could stop her.

Not allowing herself to think any further she stood up on the branch mounting her broom.

And she jumped.

She had no choice, she had to fly or she would have quite the introduction to the ground she had so desired to stay on. But as it came closer something clicked. Why would she be afraid of something so trivial? If she fell then she'd fall. She had already made up her mind that nothing could stop her, so why would she even pay attention to the fear that had decided to make itself home in her body. What was the point of giving the fear that much control over her, the only thing that should stop her from doing something was if she decided that she didn't want to do it and had fully thought it through, not the fact that her body told her that she shouldn't do it on a whim.

And she flew.

Ever since then Jamie has not felt that type of fear again, it was like her body had agreed with her that fear like that was silly. Or she had just become that good at ignoring it that it was like it wasn't even there, whatever the reason was didn't matter to her. She had decided she wasn't going to fear things any more, she had decided that she wasn't going to let such fear stop her from achieving her goals. And because she had decided that that's how things were. She's a very stubborn child after all, and when she puts her mind to something nothing will stop her.

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[center][size=150]JAMIE CARVILLE[/size][/center]
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[b][u]STATS[/u][/b]
sta • 7 | eva • 8 | str • 10 | wis • 5 | arc • 1 | acc • 14

[b][u]SPORTS[/u][/b]
BROOM RACER  | [i]no[/i]
QUIDDITCH PLAYER | [i]yes[/i]
DUELLIST | [i]no[/i]

[b][u]ABILITIES[/u][/b]

[u]Evasive manouvers[/u]
[reducio]Jamie strived to be the best at everything, this meant that when she set her mind to something she would do it until she got it right and perfect. One of the things she had set her mind to was becoming very nimble, she would do drills with her dad to try and improve her reflexes and she would try to practice everyday by having someone throw something at her and trying to dodge it. It began with her handing her mom and dad a small soft ball each, which she told them to throw at her. They did, and they continued to do so under her request until she could evade them without too much effort. That escalated to her asking them to throw them at her without prior warning.

This proved to be more tricky, and she would get pelted with soft balls all the time. But her parents, who encouraged her to strive for greatness and to not stop until she achieved her goals, encouraged her to keep going. Although she didn't necessarily need their encouragement as she was set on doing this, but it was always nice to hear them telling her to not give up.

After a while she was able to dodge about half of them, mostly because she could seen them coming from the corners of her eyes. The ones that were launched from behind her she never was quite able to dodge, if she did it was mostly by accident and she didn't even know she'd been a target until it whizzed passed her.

So she kept training, and after even more time any time she could spot something a ball coming towards her trying to hit her she could dodge it. It had even become a second nature, that she wouldn't even realise she'd dodge it until she moved out of the way to let the ball pass her by.

Once she'd hit this point, she'd asked her parents to try launching other things at her, just to see if that went as well. They started throwing other soft stuff, but bigger or smaller to see if she could still dodge those. The bigger things she could see easier, but dodge harder due to the size. The smaller things on the other hand were easier to dodge but harder to see. But even those after a while became easier to see and easier to dodge.

Having been practising dodging for so long it had become second nature to her, and even now she had become a lot harder to hit than people might expect. [/reducio]

[u]Charmer[/u]
[reducio]A look here, a stare there, Jamie had noticed during her first year at Beauxbatons that it seemed like people where distracted by her as she walked through the school halls. She would use this to her full advantage though, sneaking past people as they would be too busy looking at her than to question why she was going the way she was going, being able to convince people to do something she wanted them to do. All things that worked to her advantage, and made her life ever so slightly easier at school. 

Thinking back on life before school she had started remembering times this had happened before as well. Convincing the tutor to teach her things that she wasn't supposed to be learning about yet, or having an acquaintance take the fall for something she did. She hadn't realised she did it at the time, but now that she was aware of this power, her charm, as one might call it, it made her want to perfect it, to make sure that she could be the best that she could be whatever that might take. 

So she started trying some things out, firstly seeing someone in the hallway she'd interacted with a few times and noticing that they were eating a few sweets. The perfect test subject. The bag was nearly empty signalling that they liked the sweets, and from the previous interaction Jamie knew that the person didn't share their food at all. So off she went, and she went to talk to them. Just regular small talk, with a bit of playfulness added in, and she noticed that immediately they seemed somewhat distracted during the conversation, maybe it was the jokes she threw in, or the way she said certain things that she knew they were interested in, but they were definitely less on guard than before. And before she knew it, she was walking away with a handful of the sweets they had been holding. Happily chomping away on them.  

Of course, one test wouldn't be enough, so she decided to test it during a Quidditch match. She talked to all of the opponents beforehand, being friendly and confident with them, her opponents gladly talking with her. Asking them what they liked and overal being quite charming. Which meant that during the match, when one of her opponents had the quaffle and was attempting to get to the goal to score, and she went after them getting right in their space and smiling, reciting something they'd said during the conversation prior to the match, a small smile spreading across her opponents face. Distracting them just enough for her to snatch the quaffle out of their hands and passing it to her teammate, leading to her team scoring. 

All in all, she had come to the conclusion that if she was confident, nice, charming and used the information others gave her to her advantage she could pretty much get anything she would need. Something would require more effort than others of course, but to be the best she would do that no questions asked. [/reducio]

[u]Fearless[/u]
[reducio]To be the best you can't let anything get in your way, not even fear. Because how would you become the best if you feared something and it stopped you right in your tracks, not being able to continue the path you set on. 

Jamie hadn't always been carefree in the sky, in fact the mere thought of removing herself from the solid ground beneath her feet and flying up to join the birds had terrified a very young Jamie. 

But if she was so scared to even hover off the ground on a broom, even if both her father and mother were near in case she did fall, how would she be able to conquer any other fears she might find? Young Jamie's mind was plagued with thoughts about the chance of her being afraid of other things, things that would stop her from achieving her goal of becoming the best, and that just wouldn't do. 

This lead her on a mission, a mission to become fearless. 

One winters night when the world was quiet Jamie found herself standing beneath an old tree, the bare branches swaying in the wind. She had chosen this specific tree because of one of the top branches, it was very sturdy as she had seen quite a few other children sitting on it when she'd walk past it, wondering what they'd do if they fell as it was very very high up, higher up than Jamie had ever been. 

And that's exactly why it was the perfect tree to conquer her fears, to make sure that in the future nothing would stand in her way. 

Her heart hammering in her chest Jamie clutched the broom she had brought out with her in her hands, knowing that having to bring it up with her would only make the journey even more terrifying which was exactly what she'd need. 

Taking one last deep breath she focussed on getting up, not on the fact that the ground kept getting further away, despite how eager her brain seemed to be to remind her of that fact, carefully placing her broom above her every time so that she could hoist herself up. To be the best she couldn't let those thoughts stop her, she'd fight them every step of the way. 

Finally she got up to her predetermined branch and sat down, broom in hand and her heart in her throat. 

This was it.

This was the day she'd conquer her fear. 

Looking down the ground stared back up at her, but Jamie had made up her mind. No matter how scared she was in the moment, no matter how terrifying the task seemed nothing could stop her. 

Not allowing herself to think any further she stood up on the branch mounting her broom. 

And she jumped. 

She had no choice, she had to fly or she would have quite the introduction to the ground she had so desired to stay on. But as it came closer something clicked. Why would she be afraid of something so trivial? If she fell then she'd fall. She had already made up her mind that nothing could stop her, so why would she even pay attention to the fear that had decided to make itself home in her body. What was the point of giving the fear that much control over her, the only thing that should stop her from doing something was if she decided that she didn't want to do it and had fully thought it through, not the fact that her body told her that she shouldn't do it on a whim. 

And she flew. 

Ever since then Jamie has not felt that type of fear again, it was like her body had agreed with her that fear like that was silly. Or she had just become that good at ignoring it that it was like it wasn't even there, whatever the reason was didn't matter to her. She had decided she wasn't going to fear things any more, she had decided that she wasn't going to let such fear stop her from achieving her goals. And because she had decided that that's how things were. She's a very stubborn child after all, and when she puts her mind to something nothing will stop her.[/reducio] 
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A certain darkness is needed
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To be able to see the stars
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Geneviève Caussade

Third year, Duellist, Beauxbatons

85 54

4 Jul 2025, 18:32

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School Year or Adult Level: Third
Stat Changes: +5 for graduation to Second year (+2 to Evasion and +3 to Wisdom from Second year stats)

New Stats: stamina ◦8 ◦ evasion ◦ 10 ◦ strength ◦ 3 ◦ wisdom ◦ 7 ◦ arcane power ◦ 9 accuracy ◦ 8
Old Stats: stamina ◦ 8 ◦ evasion ◦ 8 ◦ strength ◦ 3 ◦ wisdom ◦ 4 ◦ arcane power ◦ 9 ◦ accuracy ◦ 8

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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature (1st Year,) Perfectionist (2nd Year,) Prodigal Transfiguration (3rd Year)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):

First Year: Lovely Creature (508 words)

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Geneviève comes from a family of beautiful people and she is no stranger to the looks and high regard that she and her family were privy too. From the early ages of the noble Caussade family, there has always been an air of beauty and regality that surrounds them which rightfully sits with them in their noble status. The color of the family's hair and eyes are two very defining traits that come with the name of Caussade which Genie is no stranger to.

Starting with the color of her hair, a smooth buttermilk color with a tendency to shine brightly under the light of the sun or a candle flame, is a notable trait among the women in the family. There is suspicion that somewhere along the line of the Caussade's, that one particularly lovable fool fell in love with a Veela which is how the hair color came to be as well as their overall lovliness but there is little evidence that the traits of a Veela have been passed down due to no emergence of new Veela among the family name.

The color of Genie's eyes are a rich cobalt blue, a rare color in the natural pool of blue eye colors but not so unnatural they would cause people to question their validity. This is a surefire way to identify a member of the Caussade family as it is the predominant trait that is always passed down to their children. Genie, and her three older brothers, all possess the trait which has been passed down from their father and his father before him. Genie's eyes have a sparkle of imagination and wonder among them which when combined with the cooling color, spark wonder in those who gaze into them.

Knowing that her beauty borders on implicitly distracting, Genie uses this to her advantage when it comes to getting what she wants. Too often, a simple bat of her gently curled eyelashes and a flash of a poignant smile will have the knees of those she faces weakening with affection or admiration. Coupled with a generous personality (in her own polite way) it comes with a price to go against her in the way of dueling or even just opposing her in something as simple as a desicion about a pastry flavor. She always gets her way and too often is it because of her appearance.

She isn't always a fan of the fact that her appearance gets her what she wants. She believes it isn't very kind of her to exist in a sense that allows her such fortune when there are others in the world who don't have the fortune of being gifted whatever they want without much effort. This is what drives Genie to be kind and generous towards the people she meets, even if it is superficial and only to fuel the raging anxiety she has about being seen as vain and selfish. She is vain and selfish but she attempts to distance herself from the notions of being as such.

Second Year: Perfectionist (675 words)

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Geneviève comes from a very affluent pureblood family which has impressed upon her, the fact that all well to do women, and any person with merit really, should be have something of culture within their lives that they are a master at. For Geneviève, this comes in the form of arts, music, and movement. From an early age, her parents encouraged her as well as her older brothers, to find what it was they were drawn to and to enjoy the skill they honed. It was never a forceful argument or fight to make them practice whatever it was they had chosen to learn, but with Genie's personality, it occasionally came down to frustration over not excelling immediately.

Genie is primarily a mover by all means. She excells in areas that require precise movements and accurate positions to accomplish what it is she is trying to convey to others. From her toddler years, she has been enrolled with a private dance instructor and is classically trained in Ballet, Waltzing, and Ballroom dancing. She prefers Ballet and has specialized in the study, even going as far to secure a position during the summer at specialized schools for the art form. She is at the level where she is beginning to practice the form en pointe, meaning she is at a level of advanced dancers which is not an easy feat to accomplish. Her poise and natural grace make for a precision dance ability that she has. The art of Ballet places much emphasis on the ability to be "perfect" and to achieve "perfection" which Genie demands of herself in all shapes and forms.

She does not deal with failure well. Being told that her form or technique is wrong has and will send her into a spiral of distrust among herself and annoyance towards those who inflict the words upon her. Its a struggle to remain as perfect as possible when you have the weight of the world on your shoulders in the form of anxiety. Perfectionism comes at the cost of remaining perfect under the stress that others place upon you. Genie is no exception. She tries to be what everyone expects of her, even if it means having to add on to the feelings of unworthiness that sometimes come with the talent of precision.

With her wand and spell casting, its an entirely different story. The ability to create something almost from nothing, means that your concentration and your movements must be in complete sync for your spells to work. Genie has less of a natural affluency towards potions but with spells, she is truly magnificent. Her gracefulness from her dance and music backround allows for a fluidity in her wand movements that only someone of true talent could accomplish while her mental fortitude and training allows her to focus on the matter she is manipulating to cast the spells she pleases. Her strength comes in quick timed reaction spells, such as protective and counter spells, but her transfiguration skill is second to none. She takes pride knowing that when she is faced with challenges such as on the dueling piste, her accuracy combined with the natrual affinity for consistency will more often than not, produce an entirely perfected spell.

With her wand (this is the wand that she was assigned via Ollivanders and in her official Profile card), she was blessed with a wood and a core that influence her ability to dazzle with her spell work despite being two lesser powered wand components. Chestnut wood is primarily attracted to tamers of beasts and flyers though when combined with the gracefulness of Unicorn Hair, which is unfalteringly pure, the master of the wand is blessed with the ability to correctly and accurately produce spell work designed to create rather than destroy leading to her more natural affinity for charms and transfiguration. Her unicorn hair core prevents her from successfully casting dark spells that deliberately hurt.

Third Year: Prodigal Transfiguration Learner (431 words)

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Combined with her affinity for perfection, Genie has decided to throw all her eggs in the basket of Transfiguration and has spent the last two summers in a charms and spells instensive tutoring to fill her interest in adapting to perfected Transfiguration. She has become enamoured with the idea that something that exists can become something else entirely and has sought to try and create a better palate of talent when it comes to her work as a witch. When she originally entered schooling, it was of no desire to her to truly excell because she wanted to. However the studies and the understanding of Transfiguaration magic had moved her more into wanting to be the best at this branch of magic.

With Transfiguration, a clear mind and a detailed understanding of what it is that you are conducting through the fabric of the universe is required. A precise and clear expectation is the only thing that will accurately produce a transfigured object in its full capacity. With Genie's perfectionist trait both as a person and a spell caster, her transfiguration skills have definitely improved since her first year of schooling. Her tutoring has consisted of practicing the theoretical aspect of transfiguration and the movements without her wand since she is unable to produce magic outside of school. She has definitely found her footing in terms of theoretical work which she hopes will translate to other facets of her edcuation such as Charms work.

The theoretical part of her summer education has been especially grueling for her as she struggles to memorize formulas, abreveations, and certain molecular structures that consist of the basic building blocks for the laws of creation. Once she had returned to school for her second year, she spent some of her free time not dedicated to well rounded studies, solely focused on her transfiguration abilties. She has successfully managed to craft careful but precise replications of many types of flowers using the Flower Conjuration spell, including but not limited to; Roses, Orchids, Chrysanthemums, Tulips, etc as well as her developed proficiency at the Avifors or Bird Conjuring Charm. Conjuration is her best school of Transfiguration with Untransfiguration being her second. She has greately excelled with the ability to turn things back into their original state due to the practical jokes her brothers have begun to play on her by turning her things into other things.

She still has a long ways to go in terms of completely mastering the subject, but with an encouraging academic goal, she believes that her greatest strength will be her Transfiguration skills.

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STATUS: Pending, Aiko, July 5th, 2025
-Your stats as a third-year should actually be 45. Please add 5 more stat points
-Your trunk code contains color, please remove the color.

STATUS: Pending, Aiko, July 5th, 2025
-You have 50 stat points assigned as of right now, this should be 45 as a third year, please remove 5 stat points.

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Last edited by Geneviève Caussade on 7 Jul 2025, 20:06, edited 2 times in total.

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Kaya Rose Bennett

Fourth year, Quidditch Player, Ilvermorny

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4 Jul 2025, 22:12

Link to ency: Kaya
School year: 4th
Stat changes: Sta 9 • Eva 7 • Str 8 • Wis 10 • Arc 8 • Acc 9
Ability applying for: Keen eye - 417 wc
Description why it fits character:

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Kaya was always adventures but careful. She didn't want to get in danger and even more than that, she wanted to keep her best friend as safe as possible. Attention was all she needed. Attention to the little details that could help, warn, or be found. It didn't matter much which one it was.

Since childhood she was always the first to notice where the ring fell, where there seemed to be something that showed her the way out if she was lost. Things that moved fast seemed to move more slowly for her, but she knew it wasn't true. She just was able to keep up with their speed, but they didn't slow down just for her.

Her family was interested in Kaya's ability to notice and find things easily. It took them so much time to find something they lost, while Kaya spent only some minutes. Her father thought she would be great seeker if she became part of the Quidditch team.

Later she got interested in Quidditch and was particularly happy about joining the Ilvermorny team. That was where she discovered new usage for her keen eye. It could help with snitch. She was not bad even without relying on this ability, but perhaps, it could help her even more in the future games. After all that small and fast golden ball was sometimes proving to be hard to find.

Adventures. It was part of her soul. She especially valued those that offered mystery and danger. But those required her to be doing her best to notice anything that could help. The one that happened in Ilvermorny in her third year left her thinking. If she was more attentive and less distracted, would they get in time to avoid their near-death experience? This thought was refusing to leave her mind. But then she was too worried for her best friend.

So after that incident, Kaya decided to try to develop her ability. Make it better so even if she's distracted, she could get herself and others out of the danger. She spent most of the time looking through everything, studying every corner. Finding and noticing things she didn't pay attention to before. Now she was a bit more confident that if that happens again, she could be more helpful. She will not have to be so scared and will not feel so helpless anymore. Now, she would pay attention to everything again. That's what she was good at and now was even better at.

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Sta 9 • Eva 7 • Str 8 • Wis 10 • Arc 8 • Acc 9

+1 win quidditch summer 2023

Abilities

Fearless (Y1)

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Kaya always loved to explore new places. She didn't know from where she had this interest, but she found it out at 5 years old.
There were some places where other children were afraid to go. It didn't seem dangerous to Kaya, so she couldn't understand what was scaring them. One day she went in one of these places. Just old house, empty and even without house elves. Her friends asked her how she wasn't afraid to go there, as they saw ghosts there while passing by. But she was just asking surprisingly what was she supposed to be afraid of. She didn't see ghosts and was sad she didn't.
When she was 7 playing with others in the garden, she saw spider. Everyone screamed because it appeared unexpectedly. But Kaya only looked at it for a second and continued playing.
Her friends started to call her fearless. But she never thought about it.
Later in her 9 years she was walking back home when thunder with lightning started. She was walking in the field and heard loud sound from thunder somewhere not far and in the next second she saw lightning hitting the tree not far from her. She looked at it enthusiastically, feeling happy she could see it. But her friends would surely not share her enthusiasm about it. They would find it scary.
At the age of 10 when she had her first instance of magic, her family and her friends said she surely must be fearless as she didn't feel scared even for a second.
Since that time Kaya started to understand why only adventurous friends were exploring different places with her. Even if they were scared, they were more interested in exploring.
It was her time to go to Ilvermony and she started to think. Will this skill be useful for her even in school? She didn't know. She couldn't think about anything. Maybe it
will be somehow useful in Quidditch. She really hoped so. Maybe seekers needs this skill so nothing can scare them. She was thinking to talk about it with her family, but decided to not. She wanted to find answer by herself.
Sometimes Kaya was thinking about future. All her childhood is connected to some events where it's obvious that she doesn't feel fear. Will it be like this when she will be older, Kaya didn't know. It would be nice if yes.
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Calming Presence (Y2)

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Kaya is very energetic person, so she got a lot of friends since 5 years old. In early ages her siblings used to get more relaxed and focused around her. It was changing to be again stressed or worried when she wasn't around. As a child Kaya didn't notice it and didn't focus her attention on this.
One day her brother came home been so nervous that he couldn't focus on anything. But when Kaya came to sit in the same room, he suddenly became calm and could finally focus on what he was going to do. She was 7 and she already thought it's strange. But being so young she just thought it's not connected to her.
Later when she was 8, she was walking and noticed little girl who was crying and couldn't stop. Kaya came closer, sat in front of that girl and noticed that this girl started to calm down just from Kaya's presence.
She found it more strange and thought she will ask her sister if she knew something about it. At home after telling her sister what happened, she heard that probably she has something about her that just makes people around her be able to calm down and focus better.
Since 9 she was helping a lot of friends whenever they needed help with something connected to what she knew or just some situation where they needed support.
Although she is adventurous and quite active, she never refused to help anyone who needed her help.
There was only one thing she couldn't understand but hoped to understand when she will be older. How this skill could help even if someone was depressed over loosing someone dear to them? This must be so hurting and taking time to heal. But even in such situations her skill was helping those people to feel better.
At the age of 10 she was playing with new friend. Everyone was wondering how Kaya Rose can play with this child so easily? As child was bullying others and acting not always in a good way, especially with children of another blood status, he was acting good and calm whenever was playing with Kaya.
So by this age Kaya already became sure that she had some skill that helped her and helped those who were around her.
When she knew she will study in Ilvermony, she was interested if students there have this skill too and how useful it is.
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Keen eye (Y4)

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PC- Linda Ramirez
Staff account - Célestine de la Croix-Valmer

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