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Name of ability that you are applying for: Charmer
Describe why this fits your character:

Reducio

Clover, compass, wing.
One for luck, one for direction, one for freedom.

Charm.

An ironic word for Delaney, considering the ungodly amount she keeps on her person at all times. A term that couldn't be more fitting, though, considering charm — real charm — comes naturally for her. Not found in spells or the silver bracelets that dangle from her wrists, but in the way she exists so unapologetically. She's laughter and lightning, golden rays and open roads; wishing to be the girl who skips through life with untamed joy. So long as sunlight beats down on her skin, she's a free spirit who despises containment. Always has been, always will be.

As for making friends, the practice has always been easy. Too easy, one might say. Squeezing her way into just about any conversation, dancing around social norms, she isn't the kind of person who ever thinks to plan out their words. Instead, she dives headfirst— laughing, joking, turning casual moments into something worthwhile. There’s no strategy to it, no calculation. As the saying goes, no one can love you if you don't love yourself. Fortunately for Delaney, she's possibly her own biggest supporter.

For what she lacks in conversation, which isn't very much, it's her humor that makes up for it. Unforced, never a performance— just Del, being Del. More often than not, her laughter comes before the punchline, setting the tone for whatever silly joke is bound to spill out. Life is too short to be so serious all the time, something Delaney can hardly manage as is. Maybe that’s the secret to it— her complete lack of hesitation. It’s not that she doesn’t care about anything, far from it, but what she doesn’t care about are things so trivial. If someone doesn’t like her, it's hardly spared a moment's thought. Their problem, not hers.

For everything she's worth, Delaney isn’t just 'someone you meet'. She’s an experience, a page torn right out of a novel. Maybe not the main character, but certainly the best friend always equipped with something smart to say. She's the kind of girl who can make you laugh regardless of you thinking it impossible, who can break through your walls with a mere grin. She’s the warmth of a summer evening, always out of reach but close enough to feel— with a talent for making the world feel just a little less heavy.

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STATUS: Pending, Meenauh, 22.10.2024
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Closed, 30th December 2024 - Oonagh
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STATUS: Pending, Meenauh, 22.10.2024
You need to be indexed first in order to get your ability approved. And based on the rules, your application should have at least 400 words, but you only have 179. Please, expand our post to reach 400 words.

Closed, 30th December 2024 - Oonagh
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STATUS: Denied, Meenauh, 22.10.2024
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Status: Approved x 2, Dusana, 22 October

Status: Approved | Oct 25 (Myra)

Status: Approved, Dusana, 25 October

Status: Approved, Dusana, 25 October

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

The Wand choosing Eldritch

Reducio

The clouds hovering over Diagon Alley were grey, small puddles of water had just started to form as tiny droplets of rain had begun to fall. Eldritch was stalking his surroundings, his grey eyes scanning each and every corner, taking in every detail into account. What the witch in purple was doing, where the wizard in black was going and why was there a toddler crying? Then he caught his own reflection on a glass-stained window supported by green linings of wood. Through it he could see a tiny light flicker and on the front counter was a set of candles melting the white wax away. The fire was dim but it had caught his attention nonetheless, and not just his.

“Ah, Ollivanders!” Exclaimed his favourite aunt (yes, it must be specified). Her hair was dark, with a slash of blonde and her skin pale. A set of freckles ran across her face. She clapped her hands together enthusiastically and crouched just a tiny bit to look into Eldritch’s distracted eyes, turning him around.
“It’s not every day that a wizard like you gets to choose his very first wand! You must go on your own now, this is for you to fully lavish in.” She smiled brightly, fully contrasting Eldritch’s less enthusiastic grim face that refused to move. He was excited, he’d swear it. It’s just he could contain it. Or perhaps refused to show it, one of the two.
“I remember my first time walking into this shop. I was eleven just like you. My first wand didn’t last long, neither did my second, then I lost the third. You could imagine how mad your grandmother was at me when she’d find out each time. Now I’m on my fifth and I feel like it was truly meant to be. Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, best you go in. I’ll go fetch the rest of your books for you.” Eldritch hummed in a very excitable manner and smirked just a tiny bit, but one would hardly notice. His aunt then gently nabbed his cheek and walked off, as Eldritch proceeded to head inside.

The ringing of the bell announcing his entrance made him look up till his neck couldn’t tilt any longer. On each shelf were hundreds of boxes, some flying by rearranging themselves. The ambience inside felt effectively much warmer than the chilly breeze outside, so Eldritch grabbed onto the long sleeves of his striped black-and-white shirt and held onto them like it was the coldest day in Diagon Alley.

Shortly after came a man with white fickle hair on his chin - but that’s more than one would say for the top of his bald head. His glasses were covered in dust and on his way towards the curious little boy, the man wiped them clean with a flick of his wand.
“How may I help you young one? Ah, beg my forgiveness, you look taller than most. But you must be here for your wand, yes?”
Eldritch felt like he didn’t need to answer that seeing as the man in front of him had presumed correctly, so he just nodded his head in agreement. The man raised one of his bushy white brows and scratched his chin, his puffy sleeves peeking out of his musky green coat. He took a couple steps back and immediately took a blue box, shuffling it from in between five other boxes. He opened the lid and out of it unveiled a white wand, paler than snow, paler than the little hair on his chin, paler than Eldritch. The customer couldn’t help but feel suspicious, so El raised an eyebrow back. But regardless, he took the wand out of the man’s hand when it was offered to him and gave it an elegant swish, aiming it at the candles he had observed a while before. A spark emerged from the tip of the wand, yellow almost orange. At first, it was dead silent like a grave, but before any of the two individuals present could utter a word, the ember flames burst like a dragon’s. The man let out a scream as he clumsily took out his wand to dwindle the flames back to normal. Eldritch noticed that whatever little bit of hair the man had on his chin had been ignited away, finally making him laugh.

“Not so funny Mr. Wicked. Not so funny. But that wand’s not for you.” He snatched it away before Eldritch could question how did a stranger know his family’s name, without having announced it beforehand. The wandmaker flicked his own wand and put the pale wand back where it was and in the meantime went to the back of the shop, climbed on the ladder he had gravitated towards him and picked up another box. This one was maroon and it seemed older. The wand itself was brown with cracks and a chunky handle. Eldritch didn’t like how it looked and he hoped it wouldn’t pick him. And it most certainly did not. The second his fingers came in contact with the pommel, the wand blasted out tiny explosions that quickly turned into puffs of black ashy smoke, filling the air in a nauseating puff that made it hard to breathe in. The wandmaker struggled to clear the air as he was too busy coughing and Eldritch couldn’t help but fall victim to his own failure. A failure he was grateful for, so technically a success?

Safe to say that the next four wands that came after failed as well. The third wand caused a loud roar that cracked a couple of windows, the fourth turned the man’s shoes into duck feet, the fifth flew up and got stuck in the roofing while the sixth might as well not have been considered as it stayed dormant. By that point, the wandmaker was exhausted, but Eldritch was growing frustrated, but determined to find the perfect wand for himself. The owner of the shop walked all the way to the very back and the boy had to wait a minute or two for him to come back. He came with an onyx black box with white-silver linings on each corner and from it emerged an ebony black wand, replicating the same linings of the box in silver, spiralling around the wand. Once Eldritch was given hold of it, he observed it closer. The closer to the tip was less of a dark black than the rest of the wand and at the hilt was a crystal ball.

“It’s desperation, truly. Seeing as none of the other wands seem to fit you, I doubt how much this one will. It’s been sitting back there for years now, I scarcely remember when it was actually made.” Said the man in a weary voice, sighing in despair.

But whatever the man had just said was quick to enter Eldritch’s left ear and leave from the right. He felt a sudden mystical urge that sent a shiver through his body, finally making him feel something fuzzy but in a chilly, eerie way. Like a glow, an ethereal one. A purple light started to emit from the wand and the shop suddenly turned pitch black, there was an echo, a voice- two or three, possibly even more, perhaps even more. They started chanting words that meant nothing to the boy, but he liked how they sounded. It felt like he was in the middle of a ritual. The candle fire was rapidly turning on and off, the lights above him buzzing. A breeze entered the shop despite the door being closed and all windows locked off. All the sudden supernatural activities stopped in a heartbeat and the only thing distinctively separating Eldritch and the wandmaker (besides their age) was the fact that El was glimmering in joy by admiring his new wand, his lips clasped together smirking.

“Curious. Strange. Odd.” Whispered the shopkeeper in a quiet, timid voice.
“The core of that wand is made of Thestral Tail Hair. We rarely ever offer those to children, hence the desperation, Mr. Wicked. I did not think it would ever accept anyone, a child moreso. I gave it to you on a whim thinking it’d be a foolish attempt, but I was proven wrong. I won’t dare question the wand choosing you as its master, that’d be even more foolish of me, I’m sure time will reveal your destiny and your wand’s.” Now Eldritch was intrigued. A part of him felt proud and ready to take on the world - he felt special.
“How much?” He asked enthusiastically.

Wand Wood - Ebony: The ebony wood is said to be a perfect match for witches or wizards who stick to their own ideals and beliefs, to those who refuse to conform. One look at Eldritch is all it takes to realise that he is anything but a conformist. Despite his young age Eldritch has always been aware that he is slightly different than the rest, but rather than deciding to join the fray, he has stayed true to himself and shows courage in doing so. An ebony wand would be perfect for Eldritch as it would recognise his unique individuality and willingness to be labelled as an outsider. Despite what others might have to say about Eldritch or would wish to change about him, the boy’s resilience and stubbornness makes him a perfect candidate for an ebony wand.

Wand Core - Thestral Tail Hair: Having always been in touch with the occult, the afterlife, poltergeists and any manner of paranormal activity, Eldritch is not intimidated by the idea of dying and becoming a ghost. Some would have it that he’d welcome it with open arms (he’s probably just curious to know how it’d feel like to be a ghost). Despite its reputation as being a difficult wand to control, it can be tamed. Eldritch is ambitious and although he’s only eleven years old, he has the passion to grow and develop his magical abilities along with his wand. The rarity of thestral tail hair being used as a wand core further contributes to Eldritch having a unique perspective on the world around him and his singular individuality in general.
(Extra Information: According to the official Harry Potter Wiki, it is only ASSUMED that one must be able to see Thestrals and therefore has seen death, to possess the wand. However, the plot here is that Eldritch struggles to use his wand’s full potential due to not having witnessed death and this drives him frustratingly mad, leading to an obsession of him wanting to witness death, until he does and it haunts him for life. This is all for future reference of course, but I hope you see the vision).

Wand Length - 12 Inches: Already being slightly taller than average and having long limbs, physically, a long wand is best for Eldritch to control. However, the flick and swish aspect of it all truly feeds into his dramatic, flamboyant persona. Despite being quiet and odd, Eldritch shows a great sense of comfort in who he is, making him fearless to express himself in ways in which others wouldn’t. It would be a crime to describe him as lively given his ghastly appearance, but in a room full of students he’ll be the first to raise his hand and answer a question in a manner which any other student wouldn’t ever consider thinking about. Additionally, Eldritch is dramatic and at the slightest inconvenience will make this evidently clear.

Wand Flexibility - Unyielding: Given the circumstances of the wand core and wood choosing Eldritch for his unique personality and individual self, it would only make sense for his wand to stay true to him and only him. Taking all aspects of the wand into consideration, it feels justifiable to state that this wand is loyal to its master. In regards to what the future might hold for Eldritch especially, his wand remaining loyal to him will also create a layer of the wand showing patience despite Eldritch struggling to use its maximum potential and will wait till everything he needs is found through his ventures to come.

STATUS: Approved, Sarai, October 30
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STATUS: Approved - Koko, 10.11.2024

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here
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

It was a deliberate choice on the part of her parents to ensure Maisie had an understanding of both the muggle and magical worlds. They believed there was a beauty and art to both—and to the intersection of both. The muggle world was what her father had always known and what her mother had fallen in love with. So, they put her in muggle school and encouraged her to befriend her muggle peers, reminding her that they were no less important or valid nor were their ways of managing the day to day problems of the world. All humans are equal and magic doesn’t solve everything.

Perhaps the most direct tutelage in muggle culture and problem solving came through her paternal grandmother, who was also her namesake: Margaret Gemmell. A muggle herself, Margaret had learned of the wizarding world only through the unexpected Hogwarts acceptance of her son. And while she relished the stories he told her, she never quite able to fully grasp it without experiencing it herself. Instead, she strove to do the best she could for him and later for his family through muggle means. A housewife for most of her life, Margaret had plenty of time to spend with Maisie and often cared for her when she was young. Together, they enjoyed muggle pursuits including cards, crochet, and trialing out her father’s camera (often without express permission). When it came to chores or house work, Maisie was encouraged to complete these without magic so that she would have an understanding of hard work and responsibility. It was largely Margaret’s presence that allowed Maisie to have such a normal childhood.

But home life was not the only thing that gave Maisie an understanding of the muggle world. You see, they did not live secluded in the countryside or some little wizarding village. The Gemmell family lived and continue to proudly live in the city of Glasgow or ‘The Dear Green Place.’ The city is dense and rugged, and filled with muggles. From playing in one of the city’s many parks to visiting Kelvingrove museum to running down the street to the chemists, Maisie was raised by the red sandstone of Glasgow and its people.

This was only further reinforced by her parents’ professions. Both her parents choose to work with clients both magical and muggle. Although partly a function of economics, they also deliberately liked to keep a professional foot in each world. So, through her father, Maisie would be kept a breast of muggle news, and through her mother of muggle fashion. And never for a minute did she get the impression that one was superior to the other.

So, Maisie doesn’t just know both. She knows that it’s through the intersection of both that you can find new ideas and new places to explore.

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STATUS: Approved - Koko, 10.11.2024