Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist II
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character:
Reducio
Word count: 402The word perfect is more than an expression to Iris, instead a concept shaped by the demands and expectations that were called for. Growing up in the Athanasiuo household, failure was never an option, let alone a consideration. With every step and decision calculated to the smallest detail, it was a principle ingrained in her since childhood. To be an Athanasiuo was to be perfect, to be without flaw, as a single misstep could tarnish a very carefully cultivated legacy. In Iris' world, perfectionism wasn't a personal trait; it was merely survival.
Her parents, especially Maia, had been raised under the same weight of expectation. For them, success and status were achieved by precise effort, not by passion or love. As much as Iris resented the constant scrutiny, she accepted it as the price of carrying her family’s name. Love, after all, was a luxury the Athanasiuos simply could not afford. Even the union of her parents was more than a simple bond of emotion; instead a strategic alignment. And for Iris, perfection became a skill she developed with exacting precision, not for herself, but for the family that expected nothing less.
There was a time, however, when she allowed herself small joys. Those fleeting moments, before her aunt's death, when she could still believe there was something more. Before Emelie died, the youngling had found beauty even in the cracks of her world. Still critical, still bound by her upbringing, but Emelie had provided her something her parents never could. Love without conditions. A woman who saw the world in colors Iris couldn’t comprehend, yet wanted to. As it was with her whom Iris could let her guard down to, if only slightly.
Her strive for excellence is more than a need for control, rather a shield. To fail would mean to crack the facade, to open herself up to the vulnerability that led her aunt to love, and ultimately, to loss. The only logical combatant to the pain of life, though much deeper, the only thing that protects her from the emptiness left in her aunt's absence.
In the newest version of herself, Iris is constantly careful. Every decision she makes is now not only for the Athanasiuo name, but to maintain the delicate balance she’s created. It defines her, molds her every interaction, and leaves no space for anything less. It is both a burden, as well as a lifeline.
Her parents, especially Maia, had been raised under the same weight of expectation. For them, success and status were achieved by precise effort, not by passion or love. As much as Iris resented the constant scrutiny, she accepted it as the price of carrying her family’s name. Love, after all, was a luxury the Athanasiuos simply could not afford. Even the union of her parents was more than a simple bond of emotion; instead a strategic alignment. And for Iris, perfection became a skill she developed with exacting precision, not for herself, but for the family that expected nothing less.
There was a time, however, when she allowed herself small joys. Those fleeting moments, before her aunt's death, when she could still believe there was something more. Before Emelie died, the youngling had found beauty even in the cracks of her world. Still critical, still bound by her upbringing, but Emelie had provided her something her parents never could. Love without conditions. A woman who saw the world in colors Iris couldn’t comprehend, yet wanted to. As it was with her whom Iris could let her guard down to, if only slightly.
Her strive for excellence is more than a need for control, rather a shield. To fail would mean to crack the facade, to open herself up to the vulnerability that led her aunt to love, and ultimately, to loss. The only logical combatant to the pain of life, though much deeper, the only thing that protects her from the emptiness left in her aunt's absence.
In the newest version of herself, Iris is constantly careful. Every decision she makes is now not only for the Athanasiuo name, but to maintain the delicate balance she’s created. It defines her, molds her every interaction, and leaves no space for anything less. It is both a burden, as well as a lifeline.
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist II
Describe why this fits your character:
Reducio
Word count: 435Being sorted into Ravenclaw was nothing short of a validation for Iris, an inevitable fate if you will. The house known for it's intellect simply called as no better fit for the girl who made intelligence her life pursuit. Cleverness aside, it was the core principle that called to her. Or perhaps, she to it. Its knowledge, the wisdom carried with it, making for no other option. Her name called for greatness, and equally the legacy she was required to uphold.
Amidst her first year, Iris threw herself into her studies with no other goal set in mind. The gift she'd been given meant there was no room for failure, let alone the wasting of time. If Transfiguration called for precision, she would perfect it down to the flick of her wand. If potions required patience, she'd master it with an unwavering composure. To simply "make ends meet" was out of the question, instead dissecting every piece of knowledge that was thrown her way. Restless nights spent studying for exams were in abundance, regardless if her ability to succeed was an easy one. The more she understood, the more control she had. The more she controlled, well, the less likely she was to fail. Each assignment and every test became an opportunity to prove herself, to show that she was not just worthy of her house, but worthy of the lineage she derived from.
Ironically, if there was one flaw she did possess, it was isolation. While the occasional housemate admired her discipline and diligence, Iris rarely allowed for herself to form close bonds. Collaboration felt risky, as to rely on someone else meant relinquishing control; a price she was unwilling to pay. If she was going to succeed it would have to be on her terms, through her own efforts.
In the year she'd taken away from school, Iris still retained attention to her studies. While her mother insisted healing the newfound grief, she simply couldn’t afford to fall behind. Every day became like regimen, early mornings with textbooks and spellwork, late nights turned to mastering concepts she had even yet to encounter in official curriculum.
By the time her period of absence ended, Iris had built herself into something much colder. Returning to Hogwarts wasn’t just a continuation of her education; it was a chance to prove that despite the upheaval of her life, she hadn’t faltered. Returning not as the girl who had once found traces of joy in the world, but as someone who had mastered the art of control. Every smile was measured, every word calculated, every spell flawless.
Amidst her first year, Iris threw herself into her studies with no other goal set in mind. The gift she'd been given meant there was no room for failure, let alone the wasting of time. If Transfiguration called for precision, she would perfect it down to the flick of her wand. If potions required patience, she'd master it with an unwavering composure. To simply "make ends meet" was out of the question, instead dissecting every piece of knowledge that was thrown her way. Restless nights spent studying for exams were in abundance, regardless if her ability to succeed was an easy one. The more she understood, the more control she had. The more she controlled, well, the less likely she was to fail. Each assignment and every test became an opportunity to prove herself, to show that she was not just worthy of her house, but worthy of the lineage she derived from.
Ironically, if there was one flaw she did possess, it was isolation. While the occasional housemate admired her discipline and diligence, Iris rarely allowed for herself to form close bonds. Collaboration felt risky, as to rely on someone else meant relinquishing control; a price she was unwilling to pay. If she was going to succeed it would have to be on her terms, through her own efforts.
In the year she'd taken away from school, Iris still retained attention to her studies. While her mother insisted healing the newfound grief, she simply couldn’t afford to fall behind. Every day became like regimen, early mornings with textbooks and spellwork, late nights turned to mastering concepts she had even yet to encounter in official curriculum.
By the time her period of absence ended, Iris had built herself into something much colder. Returning to Hogwarts wasn’t just a continuation of her education; it was a chance to prove that despite the upheaval of her life, she hadn’t faltered. Returning not as the girl who had once found traces of joy in the world, but as someone who had mastered the art of control. Every smile was measured, every word calculated, every spell flawless.
Status: Pending, Dusana, 24 September
You are currently not indexed with a trunk. Once reindexed, I will come back to this case
Author's note: Reindexed!
Status: Approved | Sept 29 (Myra)
Last edited by Iris Athanasiuo on 26 Sep 2024, 01:30, edited 4 times in total.
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Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Binding Mark
Describe why this fits your character:
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Binding Mark
Describe why this fits your character:
Reducio
The “gift” of being a Seer had more than its fair share of challenges. The primary challenge that AngelFyre faced with it was her frustration over the inability to turn it on or off when she, or someone she loved, could most benefit by knowing some details about future events. She would never think to use it for anything so trite and self-serving as finding out what the questions would be on exams, or what the numbers might be in the next billion dollar Lotto, but she did find that the things that she foresaw were often of a trivial nature.
Just a few weeks earlier, she had a vision of herself standing in front of a mirror in the Prefects’ Bathroom, squeezing a bead of toothpaste onto her toothbrush. All of a sudden the tube suffered some sort of rupture, and gobs of toothpaste burst forth from its side and all over her hand. A few weeks later, that very thing actually happened. She laughed as her hand, no matter how often she washed it, had a refreshingly minty scent for most of the morning. Still, there had not been enough details in the vision to help her avoid it. She was in the Prefects’ bathroom. Check. She was in her standard, school robe (which covered up her street clothes). Check. She was wearing her hair down, as she did 90% of the time. Check. The hard fact of the matter was that sometimes she could know something, but still be in the dark about it. That trivial little incident was just such a moment.
Somewhere towards the middle of the second term of her third year, AngelFyre had come to fully accept that she was a Seer. There had been small hints and flashes of it throughout her life, but it was not until she had taken her Divination class that what she was finally solidified itself within her psyche. She and Simon had both suspected as much in her first year, had gotten some circumstantial confirmation of it in her second year, and then there was just no denying it in the third year. The comfort she took in it was twofold: she knew now why she had the flashes and visions she did (it once crossed her mind to worry that maybe she had a brain tumor!), and it gave some credence to her first real visions as a Seer. In those she had foreseen danger to Simon coming at him from his vampiric “father”, Adrian Hawthorne. Those visions had hung over her like a dark cloud since knowing Simon and loving him, and there was no denying that supporting him in his pursuit to know more about his father brought about great strain and worry for her.
The two rarely argued, about anything, but the topic of daddy Hawthorne was the one, glaring exception. Realizing that his need to know his father was not entirely unreasonable, AngelFyre had had to learn to live with the fear and uncertainty of the situation, and was left with no choice but to trust Simon when he told her he would be more on guard around his father, knowing what he now knew about him precisely because of her visions. Small comfort, that, but she would take everything she could get. Part of that “everything she could get” was made harder on her by the fact that, like Hogwarts, Simon was always in a communications desert when at Hawthorne Manor, technologically speaking. It was weak, but the uneasy peace treaty she had brokered between her fear and her trust in him to be on guard had been enough to keep her sane during his more frequently radio silent and extended visits with his father and his father’s coven.
Until.
Until the winter break incident shattered her peace treaty in no time flat.
A shot had been fired over the bow, and that was bad. Very bad. Worse was not knowing where it had come from or what had actually happened to Simon since he could not remember himself. He had been calendared to spend the two weeks with his father, but that was cut short and he was ultimately admitted to St. Mungos. All it took was one message from his Aunt Maggie in the wee hours of New Year’s Day, and AngelFyre and her folks were off to London. Simon was ultimately fine, of course, suffering only a couple of broken ribs, but when he awoke shortly after her arrival, her fear dwarfed her senses. He shared he had no memory of what had actually happened to him, insofar as the cause of his injury, and he had hidden from his father how badly he was hurt. He had simply requested that his father accompany him back home to London and to Aunt Maggie. Adrian obliged and then left almost immediately upon delivering his son back back to his Aunt, after which, Simon asked his aunt to get him to St. Mungos.
Simon had determined quite some time ago that his father was not to learn that his son was of magic, and there was good precedent for keeping that a secret; primarily, AngelFyre’s visions. This incident only proved that no matter how careful he might be, things could go awry, and that was just unacceptable. So in order to feel less powerless in the situation, AngelFyre did what she always did when it came to her fellow… she got to work.
Their inability to communicate in a timely fashion was the main obstacle here, from her point of view, so hours and hours were spent in the Library poring over every tome and scroll she could lay hands on concerning magic communication. Of all the things magic could do, surely there had to be something more efficient than owls to communicate with one another. Owls were okay, but slower than she would like in this modern day and age, especially in an emergency.
It took next to no time to land on the subject of Legilimency, but after devoting probably too much time to learning about it, AngelFyre determined it would not really meet the requirements for communicating with Simon she was looking for while he was away from her. More than that though, it seemed too much like a violation of his privacy. Simon would have little to no say over her whims to actually traipse through his layered thoughts, unless he decided to become an Occlumens. Fascinating as it all was, it only took her down a rabbit hole that was simply not a helpful solution to her dilemma.
Other research she saw in passing mentioned Witches Marks, sometimes called Devil’s marks, but nothing much was found regarding them other than they were often used as excuses for identifying a person as a witch during the mid 17th century in Europe and the Americas. A witch’s mark did not seem proof of any significant value to her problem until she discovered over spring break, quite by accident, that one of Simon’s Scottish ancestors was an infamous “Witch Pricker”. In a little museum in Kirkintilloch, Scotland, they both learned that a witch’s mark was believed to identify someone as a witch as the mark gave no sensation of pain when pricked. Because it was such a macabre, fascinating part of her boyfriend’s history, AngelFyre redirected a little more of her attention to learning about “marks” in general when she needed a break from her studies or from her obsession to find an answer to their ‘failure to communicate’ problem.
It was during one of those “breaks” that she came upon her answer near the beginning of her fourth year... the Binding Mark. This particular mark would allow immediate, two-way communication between her and Simon, and best of all, it would be telepathic communication. His father would never know about it at all. The bonus she had not even been looking for, but would get with it anyway, was that it allowed the both of them to track each other. Neither of them would ever again be in the dark as to exactly where the other one was, and that was just miraculous to AngelFyre.
She tackled the rigors of learning the magic for creating the mark with her normal badger ferocity and then some. Every spare second, outside of class and Prefect duties, was spent on reciting it and nailing down the intricate wand movements. In addition to perfecting the magic itself, there were other considerations as to what the mark itself would look like, where it should be showcased on his body, and what their activation word should be. It had the possibility for being a highly intrusive bit of magic, but more than that, it would irrevocably bind them together for the whole of their lives, or at least until one of them was no longer living.
AngelFyre knew she was sure of their longevity as a couple, but she had the benefit of having “seen” as much for herself. Simon would only have her word for such, and he may be a little less anxious to give anyone… even her… the ability to insert their voice in his head whenever they chose to do so for the next month let alone the next 70 years or more. She recognized it would be a huge leap of faith on his part to accept her mark, so the more she understood about the Binding Mark itself, and the better prepared she was to answer his questions, the more likely he was to go along with it. And she needed him to go along with it.
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Just a few weeks earlier, she had a vision of herself standing in front of a mirror in the Prefects’ Bathroom, squeezing a bead of toothpaste onto her toothbrush. All of a sudden the tube suffered some sort of rupture, and gobs of toothpaste burst forth from its side and all over her hand. A few weeks later, that very thing actually happened. She laughed as her hand, no matter how often she washed it, had a refreshingly minty scent for most of the morning. Still, there had not been enough details in the vision to help her avoid it. She was in the Prefects’ bathroom. Check. She was in her standard, school robe (which covered up her street clothes). Check. She was wearing her hair down, as she did 90% of the time. Check. The hard fact of the matter was that sometimes she could know something, but still be in the dark about it. That trivial little incident was just such a moment.
Somewhere towards the middle of the second term of her third year, AngelFyre had come to fully accept that she was a Seer. There had been small hints and flashes of it throughout her life, but it was not until she had taken her Divination class that what she was finally solidified itself within her psyche. She and Simon had both suspected as much in her first year, had gotten some circumstantial confirmation of it in her second year, and then there was just no denying it in the third year. The comfort she took in it was twofold: she knew now why she had the flashes and visions she did (it once crossed her mind to worry that maybe she had a brain tumor!), and it gave some credence to her first real visions as a Seer. In those she had foreseen danger to Simon coming at him from his vampiric “father”, Adrian Hawthorne. Those visions had hung over her like a dark cloud since knowing Simon and loving him, and there was no denying that supporting him in his pursuit to know more about his father brought about great strain and worry for her.
The two rarely argued, about anything, but the topic of daddy Hawthorne was the one, glaring exception. Realizing that his need to know his father was not entirely unreasonable, AngelFyre had had to learn to live with the fear and uncertainty of the situation, and was left with no choice but to trust Simon when he told her he would be more on guard around his father, knowing what he now knew about him precisely because of her visions. Small comfort, that, but she would take everything she could get. Part of that “everything she could get” was made harder on her by the fact that, like Hogwarts, Simon was always in a communications desert when at Hawthorne Manor, technologically speaking. It was weak, but the uneasy peace treaty she had brokered between her fear and her trust in him to be on guard had been enough to keep her sane during his more frequently radio silent and extended visits with his father and his father’s coven.
Until.
Until the winter break incident shattered her peace treaty in no time flat.
A shot had been fired over the bow, and that was bad. Very bad. Worse was not knowing where it had come from or what had actually happened to Simon since he could not remember himself. He had been calendared to spend the two weeks with his father, but that was cut short and he was ultimately admitted to St. Mungos. All it took was one message from his Aunt Maggie in the wee hours of New Year’s Day, and AngelFyre and her folks were off to London. Simon was ultimately fine, of course, suffering only a couple of broken ribs, but when he awoke shortly after her arrival, her fear dwarfed her senses. He shared he had no memory of what had actually happened to him, insofar as the cause of his injury, and he had hidden from his father how badly he was hurt. He had simply requested that his father accompany him back home to London and to Aunt Maggie. Adrian obliged and then left almost immediately upon delivering his son back back to his Aunt, after which, Simon asked his aunt to get him to St. Mungos.
Simon had determined quite some time ago that his father was not to learn that his son was of magic, and there was good precedent for keeping that a secret; primarily, AngelFyre’s visions. This incident only proved that no matter how careful he might be, things could go awry, and that was just unacceptable. So in order to feel less powerless in the situation, AngelFyre did what she always did when it came to her fellow… she got to work.
Their inability to communicate in a timely fashion was the main obstacle here, from her point of view, so hours and hours were spent in the Library poring over every tome and scroll she could lay hands on concerning magic communication. Of all the things magic could do, surely there had to be something more efficient than owls to communicate with one another. Owls were okay, but slower than she would like in this modern day and age, especially in an emergency.
It took next to no time to land on the subject of Legilimency, but after devoting probably too much time to learning about it, AngelFyre determined it would not really meet the requirements for communicating with Simon she was looking for while he was away from her. More than that though, it seemed too much like a violation of his privacy. Simon would have little to no say over her whims to actually traipse through his layered thoughts, unless he decided to become an Occlumens. Fascinating as it all was, it only took her down a rabbit hole that was simply not a helpful solution to her dilemma.
Other research she saw in passing mentioned Witches Marks, sometimes called Devil’s marks, but nothing much was found regarding them other than they were often used as excuses for identifying a person as a witch during the mid 17th century in Europe and the Americas. A witch’s mark did not seem proof of any significant value to her problem until she discovered over spring break, quite by accident, that one of Simon’s Scottish ancestors was an infamous “Witch Pricker”. In a little museum in Kirkintilloch, Scotland, they both learned that a witch’s mark was believed to identify someone as a witch as the mark gave no sensation of pain when pricked. Because it was such a macabre, fascinating part of her boyfriend’s history, AngelFyre redirected a little more of her attention to learning about “marks” in general when she needed a break from her studies or from her obsession to find an answer to their ‘failure to communicate’ problem.
It was during one of those “breaks” that she came upon her answer near the beginning of her fourth year... the Binding Mark. This particular mark would allow immediate, two-way communication between her and Simon, and best of all, it would be telepathic communication. His father would never know about it at all. The bonus she had not even been looking for, but would get with it anyway, was that it allowed the both of them to track each other. Neither of them would ever again be in the dark as to exactly where the other one was, and that was just miraculous to AngelFyre.
She tackled the rigors of learning the magic for creating the mark with her normal badger ferocity and then some. Every spare second, outside of class and Prefect duties, was spent on reciting it and nailing down the intricate wand movements. In addition to perfecting the magic itself, there were other considerations as to what the mark itself would look like, where it should be showcased on his body, and what their activation word should be. It had the possibility for being a highly intrusive bit of magic, but more than that, it would irrevocably bind them together for the whole of their lives, or at least until one of them was no longer living.
AngelFyre knew she was sure of their longevity as a couple, but she had the benefit of having “seen” as much for herself. Simon would only have her word for such, and he may be a little less anxious to give anyone… even her… the ability to insert their voice in his head whenever they chose to do so for the next month let alone the next 70 years or more. She recognized it would be a huge leap of faith on his part to accept her mark, so the more she understood about the Binding Mark itself, and the better prepared she was to answer his questions, the more likely he was to go along with it. And she needed him to go along with it.
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STATUS: Approved, Emma Wynn, September 25, 2024
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Paragon of Health
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioWhen it came to being a Romano, one thing would always remain true. Despite how cruel some members could be, they always looked after their own. Family and anyone deemed close enough to give that amount of attention to. It was a trait that was made sure to be passed down in the family, something instilled into each and every Romano born. No matter who you were, and who you were surrounded by, keeping attention to what was around you was key. Making sure your own were alright and healthy proved ones worth.
Nico was no exception to this trait being passed on. If anything he embodied more than most people in his family ever would. Nico was someone that relied on what other people thought of him, needing constant company. Loneliness always ended up eating him up alive purely because he never learned to support himself. He only ever knew how to work to earn the approval and support of others, without it he felt useless. So he was always going out of his way to make sure the people around him were okay.
Checking on their health, letting them know he was there for them, or just being around them. He was always going out of his way to be a beam of support to them all, someone they could constantly rely on, figuring this was the best way to make sure they didn’t leave him behind. As long as he gave them something they could constantly rely on, being guaranteed of its support where they wouldn't be somewhere else why would they leave?
They didn’t. At least they usually didn’t at the very least. So Nico easily became their support, a doormat if you will to his friends and family. He was their support, and their company and praise is what supported him. It had gotten to a point where his own childhood friends would look to find him in a room if they felt unease. He would flash them his bravest smile and a thumbs up, trying to put their own mind at ease while he still had a thousand questions and scenarios flashing in his mind.
His friends trusted him, even relied on him at times. Nico was always happy to provide. To make them feel safe and seen. It’s what he always wanted, people always said to treat others the way you wanted to be treated right? So this is what he was supposed to do, it’s what he had to do. It was worth it, it would always be worth it. To see their smiles, to keep them by his side. It was better than any isolation. Nico even enjoyed the feeling at times, the feeling of being needed. It was a far change from how he always needed someone else. It made him feel useful without needing someone to tell him or allude to it at the very least.
So if he was going to be their paragon of safety and health he’d embody it without any qualms. It benefited them both afterall, they had someone they could always count on. He had someone that made him feel needed, he had their company. Nico even going out of his way to learn to tend to minor wounds if there was ever a just in case scenario. Knowing the knowledge would be useful later on at some point.
Nico was surely different from his family, from every Romano before him. Yet he still had the major qualities that composed one, he just expressed it in different ways.WC: 594
STATUS: Approved, Emma Wynn, September 25, 2024
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thred: Caw!
Name of ability that you are applying for: The Muggle Condition
Describe why this fits your character:
- "I like the colour of your voice."
- "Thanks, it's #22706f.... No wait- don't leave!"
Name of ability that you are applying for: The Muggle Condition
Describe why this fits your character:
Reducio
You should be able to consider certain things in life as given. Electronics work while the battery is charged, people look like themselves unless they put on a very good costume, you need a whole lot of glue and tape to fix a thing that’s broken… These and many, many other things Vera took for granted. Sure, there were weird coincidences happening around her every now and then, but that’s just life, right? Her parents had travelled the world and seen a bunch of things that weren’t really normal, so they’d know if there was something to all that.
Or not.
That much became evident when they were visited by the man from the Ministry of Magic and they were all stood there gob-smacked.
The conversation which followed was a long one, filled with dubious looks and a myriad of questions. The only one who took the whole “Vera is a witch” news in stride was her younger brother Tobias who, bless his little heart, was still the age when kids believe in magic. Matt was touchy about it, almost hurt. He wouldn’t say it but her was going to miss her. And her parents, they remained unconvinced until they first set their foot in Diagon Alley and had several chats, of varying awkwardness, with other parents in a similar situation.
Vera was cautious about the whole ordeal. Her wand, as Mister Ollivander called the stiff stick whose length reminder Vera much more of her long ruler for geometry, felt awkward in her hand, out of place, too big and lanky; the wandmaker’s words about it and her “unjustified insecurity” did little to help. The man knew nothing about her.
Upon returning home the next day, the wand was still lying untouched at the bottom of one of her bags. Maybe, if she ignored it and all her other new school supplies, she wouldn’t have to face the fact that she was now part of a whole new world – world she knew nothing about. For a kid who was raised to explore and discover new things but always thought certain facts were just that – facts – it was a hard truth to swallow; it had her moping around the house for days on end.
In true spirit of older siblings solving issues they weren’t aware of, Matt crashed into her room one day and while they were chatting, he dug her wand out of the suitcase she pre-packed the night they returned from London and started fiddling with it, wanting to see if it was going to react to him. In that moment, Vera didn’t have a better idea than straight-up grab it from his hands and flick him over the knuckles with it, much like she would with her long ruler every now and then.
“Is that magical enough for you?!” she snapped at him.
They’d fight every now and then, but it had been a while since she went off on him like that. In her defence, while it was still an odd thought to have, her wand was her main connection to this new part of herself, even though she didn’t want to see it at first.
Matt took it with grace, as he usually did.
“You bring some of that attitude with you, sis. Don’t take it easy on them.”
After all the time they spent half avoiding each other, it had Vera letting out a deep breath.
He punched her hard in the shoulder in retaliation and that was it – a peace was established.
That unexpected reframing of the whole experience settled something for Vera. She wasn’t going to Hogwarts to completely upend everything about herself and the world. Yes, she could cast spells with her wand, but if all else failed, knuckles could be flicked with it, eyes and ribs poked. She knew how to start a fire without magic, how to catch a fish, open a stuck jar… Maybe she could teach the wizards about her world as they taught her about theirs.
Or not.
That much became evident when they were visited by the man from the Ministry of Magic and they were all stood there gob-smacked.
The conversation which followed was a long one, filled with dubious looks and a myriad of questions. The only one who took the whole “Vera is a witch” news in stride was her younger brother Tobias who, bless his little heart, was still the age when kids believe in magic. Matt was touchy about it, almost hurt. He wouldn’t say it but her was going to miss her. And her parents, they remained unconvinced until they first set their foot in Diagon Alley and had several chats, of varying awkwardness, with other parents in a similar situation.
Vera was cautious about the whole ordeal. Her wand, as Mister Ollivander called the stiff stick whose length reminder Vera much more of her long ruler for geometry, felt awkward in her hand, out of place, too big and lanky; the wandmaker’s words about it and her “unjustified insecurity” did little to help. The man knew nothing about her.
Upon returning home the next day, the wand was still lying untouched at the bottom of one of her bags. Maybe, if she ignored it and all her other new school supplies, she wouldn’t have to face the fact that she was now part of a whole new world – world she knew nothing about. For a kid who was raised to explore and discover new things but always thought certain facts were just that – facts – it was a hard truth to swallow; it had her moping around the house for days on end.
In true spirit of older siblings solving issues they weren’t aware of, Matt crashed into her room one day and while they were chatting, he dug her wand out of the suitcase she pre-packed the night they returned from London and started fiddling with it, wanting to see if it was going to react to him. In that moment, Vera didn’t have a better idea than straight-up grab it from his hands and flick him over the knuckles with it, much like she would with her long ruler every now and then.
“Is that magical enough for you?!” she snapped at him.
They’d fight every now and then, but it had been a while since she went off on him like that. In her defence, while it was still an odd thought to have, her wand was her main connection to this new part of herself, even though she didn’t want to see it at first.
Matt took it with grace, as he usually did.
“You bring some of that attitude with you, sis. Don’t take it easy on them.”
After all the time they spent half avoiding each other, it had Vera letting out a deep breath.
He punched her hard in the shoulder in retaliation and that was it – a peace was established.
That unexpected reframing of the whole experience settled something for Vera. She wasn’t going to Hogwarts to completely upend everything about herself and the world. Yes, she could cast spells with her wand, but if all else failed, knuckles could be flicked with it, eyes and ribs poked. She knew how to start a fire without magic, how to catch a fish, open a stuck jar… Maybe she could teach the wizards about her world as they taught her about theirs.
STATUS: Approved, Emma Wynn, September 25, 2024
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Name of Ability that you are applying for : Fearless
Describe why this firs your character :425 wordsReducioOliver was a weird kid. Most would say that, His love of vegetables and fruits was seen as odd. Nothing to be too worried about, made less of a fuss at dinner. His avoidance of most meats as they upset his stomach. Also odd, a tad out of the norm. But hey, he ate more vegetables than any kid most people knew.
The thing most people saw as weird, was his seeming lack of fear.
Oliver didn’t scare easily, if at all. It had always been that way. Even as a really young child. Fear, it was such a silly concept to him. Why were people scared of things, when there was always a reason not to be? Or a way to avoid said fear? When he was asked if he needed a light to sleep, he would always tell whoever asked, (most time’s it was his mother or father) that he didn’t. As the dark was always something that would go away. In the morning when the sun came out. And that it was dark when he slept anyway and closed his eyes. Why would they ask such a silly question?
As a pureblood of course he was told the dangers of werewolves and full moons. It was a long talk, with lots of metaphorical drilling into the boy’s brain to be scared of them. That werewolves were monsters to be feared. Oliver wasn’t scared. His mother was an arrour, she would deal with them. And if he never left the house on a full moon night. What fear was there to have? Any other day of the week, the wolf would be pretty much harmless. Why be scared?
Fire was hot, so he never touched it. Water could be a tad scary, if one did not know how to swim. And Oliver knew how to swim, and could do it well too. Bug’s were small, if he found one he would be surprised, not scared. There was a difference. Anyone of the Armani family would tell you that.
Fear was just not something he felt, ever. It wasn't anything Oliver felt. Not scared of anything for reasons not to be scared of it. If he was trapped he could wait to be saved or save himself. It wasn't hard for him to think that way. Fear he always saw was something in his head, if he thought of a reason not to be scared any fear felt would be gone.
This was just how he was. In a way. Ollie was considered fearless.
STATUS: Approved, Emma Wynn, September 25, 2024
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Chasers Interception
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 652 words
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Chasers Interception
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 652 words
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Quinn used to love hearing her mum talk about quidditch. The one thing that really interested her was the snitch. One day Quinn's mother brought home a moving picture of people high in the air on broomsticks, big hoops in the background.
"Wow," Quinn exclaimed. Soon Quinn was trying to learn about the rules of Quidditch and how it works. Quinn's mum came home with a surprise for Quinn on her 8th birthday. After years of dreaming about Quidditch, Quinn's mum gave Quinn a long thin package.
"Mum... What did you get me?" Quinn's mum had smiled.
"Open it." Quinn tore open the paper and found a gleaming broomstick. Her first ever. It was sleek and all the tail sticks were straight.
"It's a shooting star. Good for beginning flyers." Quinn's face lit up.
"Can I try it out?" She had asked. Quinn's mum nodded. Quinn squealed and grabbed her Mum's hand.
"I'll take you to the place where you can practice without having to worry about muggles."
Quinn was taken to a place with towering trees and three golden hoops. Gasping with delight Quinn learned how to mount her broom and kick off. 1 year later Quinn walked towards that spot, ready to practice when she spotted a group of boys playing already. Quinn shouldered her confidence and walked over.
"Um excuse me, can I play too?" Quinn had asked one of the boys who had just touched down. The boy laughed.
"You want to play with us. Hey guys, a tiny little girl wants to play quidditch with us!" His friends laughed.
"Sure, you can be on the other team." Quinn's face had burned red. Quinn kicked off from the ground and did a warm up lap around the hoops. The towering trees made Quinn feel better, they were familiar. The guys looked at her and laughed again.
"So are you ready to start? All of us are against you!"
Quinn came home that day crying into her arms.
"Mum, I'll never be able to play quidditch, never!" Quinn's mum had confronted her.
"You're amazing, just show them that you can do it!" Quinn nodded, her face still tearstained. Quinn went out again and practiced with her older sister. The next day Quinn went to the field and the boys were there again.
"I want to play against you guys again." The guys sniggered and agreed. This time Quinn tried to intercept the ball from them. The boys weren't expecting it and Quinn stole the ball and flew to the hoops as fast as she could on her shooting star. The boys goggled at her.
"I've been practicing, you know." Quinn said. One of the boys flew up to her.
"I'm Calin and these guys are Patrick, Kieran, and Seán." Quinn was surprised as the boy offered his hand.
"Um, I'm Quinn." Quinn shook his hand. Quinn spent the rest of the summer playing against Calin and his friends. Quinn started to steadily get better at getting the quaffle from them. As the school started up again Quinn had less and less time to practice for quidditch. The boys had gone off to some magic school-Hogwarts or something and Quinn had nobody to play with. Quinn walked to the pitch on September evening and saw a group of people there.
"Hey this is our field! get off!" One of the people said to her.
"I'll play you for it!" She challenged me. The people all looked at her like they thought she was stupid.
"You're on!"
Quinn started the game by grabbing the quaffle from the person and throwing it through the hoop. As the game went on Quinn made 3 interceptions but still lost.
"Good game." Quinn said cheerfully at the end. Walking home Quinn smiled. She had gotten what she wanted, a game on the field.
"I could totally be a chaser!" She had said.
"Wow," Quinn exclaimed. Soon Quinn was trying to learn about the rules of Quidditch and how it works. Quinn's mum came home with a surprise for Quinn on her 8th birthday. After years of dreaming about Quidditch, Quinn's mum gave Quinn a long thin package.
"Mum... What did you get me?" Quinn's mum had smiled.
"Open it." Quinn tore open the paper and found a gleaming broomstick. Her first ever. It was sleek and all the tail sticks were straight.
"It's a shooting star. Good for beginning flyers." Quinn's face lit up.
"Can I try it out?" She had asked. Quinn's mum nodded. Quinn squealed and grabbed her Mum's hand.
"I'll take you to the place where you can practice without having to worry about muggles."
Quinn was taken to a place with towering trees and three golden hoops. Gasping with delight Quinn learned how to mount her broom and kick off. 1 year later Quinn walked towards that spot, ready to practice when she spotted a group of boys playing already. Quinn shouldered her confidence and walked over.
"Um excuse me, can I play too?" Quinn had asked one of the boys who had just touched down. The boy laughed.
"You want to play with us. Hey guys, a tiny little girl wants to play quidditch with us!" His friends laughed.
"Sure, you can be on the other team." Quinn's face had burned red. Quinn kicked off from the ground and did a warm up lap around the hoops. The towering trees made Quinn feel better, they were familiar. The guys looked at her and laughed again.
"So are you ready to start? All of us are against you!"
Quinn came home that day crying into her arms.
"Mum, I'll never be able to play quidditch, never!" Quinn's mum had confronted her.
"You're amazing, just show them that you can do it!" Quinn nodded, her face still tearstained. Quinn went out again and practiced with her older sister. The next day Quinn went to the field and the boys were there again.
"I want to play against you guys again." The guys sniggered and agreed. This time Quinn tried to intercept the ball from them. The boys weren't expecting it and Quinn stole the ball and flew to the hoops as fast as she could on her shooting star. The boys goggled at her.
"I've been practicing, you know." Quinn said. One of the boys flew up to her.
"I'm Calin and these guys are Patrick, Kieran, and Seán." Quinn was surprised as the boy offered his hand.
"Um, I'm Quinn." Quinn shook his hand. Quinn spent the rest of the summer playing against Calin and his friends. Quinn started to steadily get better at getting the quaffle from them. As the school started up again Quinn had less and less time to practice for quidditch. The boys had gone off to some magic school-Hogwarts or something and Quinn had nobody to play with. Quinn walked to the pitch on September evening and saw a group of people there.
"Hey this is our field! get off!" One of the people said to her.
"I'll play you for it!" She challenged me. The people all looked at her like they thought she was stupid.
"You're on!"
Quinn started the game by grabbing the quaffle from the person and throwing it through the hoop. As the game went on Quinn made 3 interceptions but still lost.
"Good game." Quinn said cheerfully at the end. Walking home Quinn smiled. She had gotten what she wanted, a game on the field.
"I could totally be a chaser!" She had said.
STATUS: Pending: I'm sorry for the nitpick, but I don't believe we have Irish Quidditch schools in site canon, the Irish wizards would be going to Hogwarts. Could you just remove the reference to a fancy Irish Quidditch school?
-Jake Morris, September 29, 2024
STATUS: Approved, Jake Morris, September 30, 2024
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Charmer
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioElvenia Moonshadow had always been aware of the way people’s eyes followed her whenever she entered a room. As a young witch growing up in a pure-blood family, she often attended grand events with her parents, who were well-known in the society. From a young age Elvenia seemed to have a certain grace and charm that set her apart. Whether she was attending a grand gathering or simply walking through Diagon Alley with her parents, people’s heads would turn, their gazes set on her as if drawn by something more than just her appearance.
Her mother, Calista would always smile warmly whenever someone complimented Elvenia on her graceful manners or captivating presence. "You have a natural gift, Ellie!" her mother would say, her blue eyes twinkling with pride. Elvenia didn’t fully understand what her mother meant until one particular evening during a family event.
It was a winter celebration held at their mansion, with many important guests with whom their parents were friends with. Elvenia, dressed in a simple yet elegant gown found herself surrounded by witches and wizards, all eager to meet her. As she greeted each person with a kind smile and polite words, she noticed something...no matter who she spoke to, they seemed enchanted by her. They weren’t just looking at her because of her appearance though she had inherited striking blue eyes and natural beauty from her mother. It was the way she carried herself, the warmth in her voice and the effortless charm that seemed to flow through her every interaction.
Elvenia’s ability to captivate others became even clearer when she saw how people responded to her. Conversations that started with polite greetings often ended with laughter and genuine smiles, as if her presence made everything around her lighter and more pleasant. Even older, more serious witches and wizards would soften in her presence their stern expressions giving way to admiration.
At first, Elvenia thought it was just good manners and her upbringing, but as the night went on she realized there was something more. Her charm wasn’t something she had learned or practiced, it was a special ability, a gift that made her presence seen. She didn’t have to try to be graceful or charming, it came naturally.
As the evening drew to a close and she bid farewell to the guests, Elvenia felt a sense of pride. Her charm was more than just a social skill,it was part of who she was!
STATUS: Approved, Jake Morris, September 29, 2024
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Non-Human Enthusiast
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): (433 Words)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Non-Human Enthusiast
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): (433 Words)
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Angie has spent a lot of time around magical creatures. Her mother took her on numerous expeditions on which she learned characteristics to look for in order to take care of those creatures well. For example, there was one such expedition in which Angie learned how to catch a niffler who had hidden in a person's garden after stealing their family heirlooms. She and her mother spent about an hour painting rocks to be shiny in hopes that the niffler would attempt to steal them. After they finished painting the rocks, she and her mother set them out in a pattern to try to trap the niffler. Her mother told her how there were certain signs to look for when trying to catch a niffler. In the end, Angie was the one who noticed the niffler for her mother to grab and secure to be relocated. When it was caught, she noticed how it grabbed the shiny rock from her mother yet curled up in her arms as if she were its mother.
Other examples of this include the many instances where her mother would bring a friend from work who would be a different race of creature or being. She would then (after the person left) go over signs that Angie could look for the next time she saw that person that indicate the different identity of that person. One of these people was a werewolf who came over to go over notes with her mother and ended up becoming good friends with her Muggle father (as they later got together regularly to play golf). Due to her interactions with her parents' friend (and her mother's prompting for her to be aware of the differences), she was able to pick up certain characteristics that indicate a person's status as a werewolf, including slightly longer teeth, more of a taste for meat, and an increased awareness of their surroundings. In fact, due to how often she was able to interact with the man, she later was able to identify a separate werewolf when she and her mother went to go help with a gnome infestation in the woman's flowerbed. She did not say anything to the woman, of course, to help her feel more comfortable, but she did ask her mother about it afterward (which her mother did confirm).
While Angie is not entirely aware of other magical beings, her interest in people and tendency to observe rather than interact with a person gives a strong possibility that she will continue to develop these talents as she learns more about the wizarding world.
Other examples of this include the many instances where her mother would bring a friend from work who would be a different race of creature or being. She would then (after the person left) go over signs that Angie could look for the next time she saw that person that indicate the different identity of that person. One of these people was a werewolf who came over to go over notes with her mother and ended up becoming good friends with her Muggle father (as they later got together regularly to play golf). Due to her interactions with her parents' friend (and her mother's prompting for her to be aware of the differences), she was able to pick up certain characteristics that indicate a person's status as a werewolf, including slightly longer teeth, more of a taste for meat, and an increased awareness of their surroundings. In fact, due to how often she was able to interact with the man, she later was able to identify a separate werewolf when she and her mother went to go help with a gnome infestation in the woman's flowerbed. She did not say anything to the woman, of course, to help her feel more comfortable, but she did ask her mother about it afterward (which her mother did confirm).
While Angie is not entirely aware of other magical beings, her interest in people and tendency to observe rather than interact with a person gives a strong possibility that she will continue to develop these talents as she learns more about the wizarding world.
STATUS: Approved, Opeila 01/10
Note that you cannot have your character just know that another character is a werewolf without the other player's permission though.
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Healing Sage
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Healing Sage
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Reyna has always had this natural talent of healing. She never knew about this before though. There was a reason after all that her first instance of magic had been healing magic. She was born to be good at this kind of magic. She never knew about this type of magic very well until the summer of 2024 where she had just finished her 2nd year.
Reyna developed the love of healing because of her grandpa over the summer. Her grandpa, a healer at heart, and super skilled at healing magic showed her this type of magic over the summer. Reyna fell in love at first sight. It matched her personality and her house after all. Kind, empathetic and helpful. And so, with explanations, reading and a tad bit of practice, she managed to master a few things and some muggle healing tricks from her dad. In addition, she memorized everything she could.
She spent most of her summer buried in books, different types of potions surrounding her and of course, her grandpa always by her side. She marveled at how amazing healing was, and how helpful it could be. She wondered how the nurse at Hogwarts did it and what it took for her to get there. Reyna thought that it surely would be cool to be the Nurse at Hogwarts. Because of this she did some research. And she came across the Healer Internship that had been around for ages. She was eligible as she knew a bit about healing and she was in her third year now, finally. It was perfect.
So, she decided she would join the Healer Internship. When school came around again she kept up with her daily reading and her practice and slowly she started to develop this talent for anything related to healing. She was not surprised as she thought that she got this from her Grandpa.
Her first instance where she realized her natural talent happened was when she went to Charms class and did really well on the first assignment which was about learning the bandaging charm.
What Reyna did not know was how much this could affect her life somewhere in the future. She might be able to actually become a healer and help others out in sports. This thought proved to be true as a little later, she managed to easily help out a fellow student when he scraped his knee. She did not think she had that in her, but at the same time was not surprised. She had the possibility to become a healer. That was what she was already doing. So she decided that right now, she wanted to be a healer, and she would do what it would take to do just that.
WC: 459/400
Reyna developed the love of healing because of her grandpa over the summer. Her grandpa, a healer at heart, and super skilled at healing magic showed her this type of magic over the summer. Reyna fell in love at first sight. It matched her personality and her house after all. Kind, empathetic and helpful. And so, with explanations, reading and a tad bit of practice, she managed to master a few things and some muggle healing tricks from her dad. In addition, she memorized everything she could.
She spent most of her summer buried in books, different types of potions surrounding her and of course, her grandpa always by her side. She marveled at how amazing healing was, and how helpful it could be. She wondered how the nurse at Hogwarts did it and what it took for her to get there. Reyna thought that it surely would be cool to be the Nurse at Hogwarts. Because of this she did some research. And she came across the Healer Internship that had been around for ages. She was eligible as she knew a bit about healing and she was in her third year now, finally. It was perfect.
So, she decided she would join the Healer Internship. When school came around again she kept up with her daily reading and her practice and slowly she started to develop this talent for anything related to healing. She was not surprised as she thought that she got this from her Grandpa.
Her first instance where she realized her natural talent happened was when she went to Charms class and did really well on the first assignment which was about learning the bandaging charm.
What Reyna did not know was how much this could affect her life somewhere in the future. She might be able to actually become a healer and help others out in sports. This thought proved to be true as a little later, she managed to easily help out a fellow student when he scraped his knee. She did not think she had that in her, but at the same time was not surprised. She had the possibility to become a healer. That was what she was already doing. So she decided that right now, she wanted to be a healer, and she would do what it would take to do just that.
WC: 459/400
STATUS: Approved, Cassius Eden, 01 October 2024
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Born in a family that all of them worked in healthcare professions, Zach was also intended to be one, a doctor, the muggle one. It was until a professor came to his house and told him and his mother that the boy is a wizard. The information came like a lightning that struck in a storm, making both the mother and the son silent. After the professor went home, Yarnitia and Zach went silent for some hours until Yarnitia broke the shell that Zach had to go to Hogwarts in order for him to control his magic.
Zach was like a happy boy with a new toy in his early Hogwarts days. He enjoyed learning magic so much. Charms was his favorite. But then he felt something weird in him. He felt an empty space in his heart. And that empty space was his dream on becoming a doctor. So the boy tried everything to fill the gap. Dueling, Hogwarts Headliner, Captaincy in Broom Racing, he did it all. However, those things really couldn't fill the empty space in his heart.
Then he found an opportunity to join a healer internship at Hospital Wing. It made him wonder if he really want to do it. Then Zach realized that he constantly wanted to learn more about healing magic from the first year. He realized that healing magic was his passion. He realized that he really missed hearing his grandfather’s random medical facts, his uncles with their non-stop talking about medical devices that they made, and his mother's seminar that made him wake up early in the morning so they wouldn't be late.
And in his years in Hogwarts, he also tried to learn more about the plants with their medical properties. He was eager. He had only brewed and saved healing potions in his satchel. And the fact that he learned an upper year healing spell, it really validated his passion in healing magic. Not to mention that he learned them all easily. Perhaps, he was talented at it. Perhaps, the blood of the healer flew in him. Perhaps, it was his path. After all, he was from a family that has a healthcare background even though they are from the muggle side.
That is Zach. He would continue to learn more about healing magic to its depth, potions and spells, and maybe something more that he could learn outside the school. He would continue to enjoy his time in Hospital Wing as a healer intern.
Zach was like a happy boy with a new toy in his early Hogwarts days. He enjoyed learning magic so much. Charms was his favorite. But then he felt something weird in him. He felt an empty space in his heart. And that empty space was his dream on becoming a doctor. So the boy tried everything to fill the gap. Dueling, Hogwarts Headliner, Captaincy in Broom Racing, he did it all. However, those things really couldn't fill the empty space in his heart.
Then he found an opportunity to join a healer internship at Hospital Wing. It made him wonder if he really want to do it. Then Zach realized that he constantly wanted to learn more about healing magic from the first year. He realized that healing magic was his passion. He realized that he really missed hearing his grandfather’s random medical facts, his uncles with their non-stop talking about medical devices that they made, and his mother's seminar that made him wake up early in the morning so they wouldn't be late.
And in his years in Hogwarts, he also tried to learn more about the plants with their medical properties. He was eager. He had only brewed and saved healing potions in his satchel. And the fact that he learned an upper year healing spell, it really validated his passion in healing magic. Not to mention that he learned them all easily. Perhaps, he was talented at it. Perhaps, the blood of the healer flew in him. Perhaps, it was his path. After all, he was from a family that has a healthcare background even though they are from the muggle side.
That is Zach. He would continue to learn more about healing magic to its depth, potions and spells, and maybe something more that he could learn outside the school. He would continue to enjoy his time in Hospital Wing as a healer intern.
STATUS: Approved, Opeila 2/10