STATUS: Approved, Emma Wynn, August 7, 2024

STATUS: Denied, Astra, 08/08/24
- Application should be included in index registration in this thread
- Did not meet minimum word count of 500 words. To make your application longer, you can describe more about the bite incident, like where it happened and what the aftermath was like. You could also describe how the bite changed her life and her feelings about being a werewolf.

STATUS: Approved, Emma Wynn, August 10, 2024

STATUS: Approved, Emma Wynn, August 10, 2024

STATUS: Approved, Zach Zaphiere, 13 August

Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Impartial (6th year)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):

Reducio

A terrifyingly, uncannily lovely creature of her own right, Astrea had once surrounded herself with similarly pureblooded peers. If she were to be so retrospectively bold, they could have been considered almost-friends if not for life’s dramatic consequences. Though tainted by ulterior motives and pure necessity, their interactions had been familiar in a way few things were.

Yet despite her early recognition amongst Hogwarts’ elite, the lifespan of these acquaintanceships proved as temporary as any natural phase. High society's clever-tongued, stone-faced mannerisms chafed against their adolescent freedom. Faced with encouraged rebellion, a peacefully constrained Astrea had never quite understood their discontent. In the end, youth's idle chatter resulted only in dry teapots, unsent letters and trampled garden parties. Drifting first out of reach and then properly lost to society itself, all of her once-trusted allies had quietly abandoned her to the filth of Hogwartian maturity. Estranged, Astrea's visitation cards had never looked more barren. Only her long-time participation in the duelling league prevented her from complete obscurity. It would have been a mark of shame for her socialite mother, but Astrea had never been gifted in mingling.

Her reticent nature and sheer expressional incapability had left her bereft— not only in Hogwarts’ typical brood of friends and confidants but also in fond memories of the castle. What joy lay in social exhaustion? Was there a thrill in the simple pleasure of companionship? She had pressed her fair worth of flowers and attended enough doomed balls to believe otherwise. Even sweet Dorion Anderson, pure not in blood but in heart, had drifted from her life after their breakup. Her brief glimpse into romantic bliss had ended much like most other things in her life did. Quietly, thoroughly, to the point of forcible peace by severing all connections before they re-established themselves. With graduation on the horizon, the truth of existence was now clear to her.

All suffering stems from attachment. To love— to show care— was to recklessly tear herself and her impenetrable walls from their highest points. In an atmosphere where even silence had their spies, Astrea desired nothing more than peace amid a chaotic world. She had reluctantly freed herself from her bonds, not quite of her violation but released nonetheless. The quiet life of isolation ensured that only her own sentiments could inconvenience and pain her. Arbitrarily conducted matters like attractiveness or, gods forbid, infatuation had no place in her world. She already knew of beauty and its deceptive allure, but what were wildflowers to a perpetual stargazer? Did the colourful fashions of flightless birds appeal to the hunting cat? Humanity had strangled nature’s beauty so thoroughly that there was no other choice but to appreciate aesthetic measures for what they were— simply aesthetic.

Yet as unimpressed and aloof as she typically maintained herself, Astrea could never be so arrogant as to consider herself above fear or hardship. Her apathy could not be mistaken for a lack of self-preservation— not after so many years at the most dangerous magical school in the wizarding world. Danger lurked behind every announced ball, unseen corner and rare social interaction. Yet even war-torn hope could not compare with the permanence of peaceful expectation. With a single year left until graduation, it was only a matter of time until her formal recognition into high society as an adult in her own right. Her place was not at the children's table of Hogwarts. There, schoolyard drama and magical expertise alike lay served in silver plates, expertly poisoned with cultivated cowardice.

Had Astrea been safely isolated and provided the education worthy of her high-born status, perhaps the sting of societal anachronism would have been less sharp. The wizarding world had been modernizing just as efficiently as it clung to its roots-- she was simply a passive product of it. Her ambition had wings, yet academic adolescence had misguidedly clipped them. The truth was that one could not fall without making the effort to fly. Was it prudent or paranoid to save her resources for the long, familiar road ahead? Did it matter yet? In presiding over a silent jury of ghosts and traditions long past, Astrea had hallowed herself out into an impartial judge, permitting herself only distant yearning for the antiquated impossible.

Word Count: 708/400

STATUS: Approved, Zach Zaphiere, 13 August

Reducio

Ombeline Evans has a little secret. She has never met her mother, Dana, who was a Veela. Veela are incredibly beautiful women with magical charm. Ombeline has often heard stories about her mother, who could captivate everyone just by smiling. This makes her very curious and a bit sad because she would really love to know her mom.

Ombeline lives with her dad, Lukas, who is a lawyer. Unfortunately, he never talks about her mother, which makes Ombeline a bit sad. She often wonders why her mom left. She has a few pictures of her, and her mom looks so happy. Ombeline feels proud to be her daughter but also a little lonely.

As she grew up, Ombeline noticed that she has some special features. Her brown hair shines in the sunlight, and her green eyes are very striking. Sometimes, people stare at her without even meaning to, which can be a little embarrassing. She often prefers to spend time alone rather than being surrounded by people who are staring at her.

Being a Part-Veela makes Ombeline special, but also a little different. She loves adventures and playing, but sometimes she feels misunderstood. She doesn’t want people to judge her just based on her appearance.

One day, when she was very angry because her dad wouldn’t talk to her about her mom, Ombeline discovered that she had magical powers. By throwing a book on the ground, the book caught fire! This was the first time she realized that she had magic inside her. Being a Part-Veela gives her special abilities, like being able to persuade others and use magic in a unique way.

For Ombeline, being a Part-Veela means discovering her powers and also who she really is. She dreams of learning more about her mom and understanding what it means to be both human and Veela. It’s a big journey for her, as she wants to find her own path while also embracing her roots.
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STATUS: Denied, Linda Ramirez, 13 August
Reason for denial.
- Application should be included in index registration in this thread
- Did not meet minimum word count of 500 words. To meet the required minimum please describe more how it suits Ombeline and why it suits her.
- Please note that you can apply for a special race/talent during 30 days since your validation date.
- Please note that as non-human race your stats would be equal to 30 in total. Your current stats are equal to 36.

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here ya go!
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):

Reducio

Since the dawn of time, there have been kids having to learn things. Whether it be how to stay alive in the Stone Age or math in the present; there had been learning. Some people naturally take to concepts and can fly through their learning, getting by with passing and not reaching for excelling.

Ernest Baird was not one of those people. He was basically homeschooled by his grandfather; learning the basics of most things others would learn in primary through his grandfather’s lectures, and everything else not really being needed. Math had been the first thing, reading quick to follow. He learned some law and business; mostly the history of goblins and wizards in both. Ernest didn’t really learn on purpose, he just happened to pick it up.

So when the young goblin came to Hogwarts, he was overwhelmed. There were timetables and essays and rules everywhere. You learned this and that and- Ernest would look down at his marks with a frown. He would be lucky to get an A.

Ernest arrived to class with knots in his hair and for his ties. He almost always lost his notes, and had a hard time knowing just what was important to write down; always having to ask his friends for a couple days of theirs. But that was all going to change this year. He had a plan. Ernest lit a candle in the evenings after classes and started on his lessons; rereading his textbooks, practicing spells, and writing essays. He would stay at it until the candles were dead; relighting them if they blew out as them blowing out meant nothing if they could still be lit.

Some days he would stay up into the night, arriving to classes with a yawn but always leaving feeling accomplished as the concepts became easier to keep up with and the marks he got in return went from just passing to Exceeding expectations.

But that wasn’t enough. No, Ernest was going to be a duellist; he needed to be outstanding. So he started to sneak into the Duelling Club; throwing spells and hexes at the dummies until sweat poured off him. He would read about spells in the library, looking forward to when he was on the team; until he was able to use what he learned.

While his ties did start to straighten up, his hair remained messy; but his grades were the real show of his perfectionism. Rarely were his evenings not full; writing and practicing. Now when he looked down at his marks he only saw Os. Perfect.

Word Count: 430/400

STATUS: Approved, Ruby, August 13th

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

Reducio

Ronan had always been an active child, making the most of every opportunity to run, jump, and experience the full spectrum of childhood experiences—both the ups and the downs. Growing up in an English neighborhood in Northgate, he got to experience English traditions and games like marbles and football. His big brother and father would talk about Quidditch at the dinner table, but football made the most sense for Ronan growing up. One of his earliest encounters with magic happened when he was three years old. It was a delightful moment when his father used a wand to enlarge a rubber duck in the bathtub, resulting in uncontrollable laughter from little Ronan as he gleefully splashed water at the enlarged rubber duck. When Ronan was about five years old, his big brother, Patrick, a Quidditch player at Hogwarts, gave him a football as a birthday present. Ronan was thrilled and spent many days playing football on Northgate Street with the neighboring children.

At seven, Ronan's boundless energy and restlessness led his Angelina to enroll him as a goalkeeper for the football team. This decision was influenced by Ronan's apparent dissatisfaction with being indoors all day and listening to his homeschool teacher, Mr. Herbert. In his free time, Ronan flourished in his new role playing as a goalkeeper, exhibiting remarkable speed, agility, and keen observation skills. It was clear that his formative years spent playing with the children in the neighborhood had honed his natural athletic abilities, and he had finally discovered an activity where he excelled. His lively imagination often led his mind to wander, causing his grades to suffer. When he started football, his mind wandered less, and to his surprise, his grades improved slightly. As a young child, Ronan had yet to experience his first Quidditch match. A month before receiving his acceptance letter from Hogwarts, his father and brother presented him with tickets to the Quidditch World Cup.

The secrecy surrounding their magical abilities made it impossible for him to talk about the occasionally floating dishes in the sink or the enchanted cleaning of the family's plates while he was away from home. His father Matthew worked many long hours for the Ministry of Magic for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, which meant that he was often away from home working around England for the Ministry, securing the welfare and regulation of magical beasts. His mother, Angelina, on the other hand, was a muggle without magical abilities; his father didn't spend many hours at home while Ronan was growing up, as he wanted to support his family of five, so magic was only seen when their father was home from work.

His mother Angelina hated when their father used magic around the house, as she was worried that he would one day forget to remove the dishwashing spell or cleaning spell when they had family or friends by the apartment for tea. Magic was for that reason rarely seen around the house, as his mother preferred doing things like she'd always done them, without magic and hocus pocus. It didn't help the situation either that Angelina was a paranoid and quite stern individual who preferred being right all the time, which resulted in many arguments between Ronan and her.

Despite the warnings, there were heated debates with his mother whenever she sensed that Ronan was withholding details about his interactions with friends at football. Deep down, Ronan understood that revealing these extraordinary occurrences to his peers at football would lead to consequences for his father, who was adamant about keeping their magical world hidden from outsiders. It puzzled him that his mother couldn't perform magic; at age nine, she revealed that she was a muggle and that his father and siblings were half-bloods. This revelation shocked and made Ronan angry because he had always assumed that his entire family possessed magical abilities. That is when he realized he had never seen his mother wield a wand within the confines of their home, and that is when he knew that he was a half-blood.

Word Count: 677/400

Pending, 18th August 2024, Oonagh
I would like to see more explanation as to why your character is better at Muggle things and using tools over magic. Especially if you describe there being a lot of magical influences at Ronan's home.

Approved, 02nd September 2024, Oonagh

STATUS: Approved, Ruby, August 19