Stamina ♖ Nine
Evasion ♖ Six
Strength ♖ Eight
Wisdom ♖ Seven
Arcane Power ♖ Four
Accuracy ♖ Seven

Stat update - Approved

Update to iNPC: Sylviane Cordélia Adèle Favreau
+ 2 stat points to Wisdom (from 2 duelling wins: here and here)
New Stats: Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 11 | Strength: 9 | Wisdom: 7 | ArcPower: 2 | Accuracy: 13 (Total of 52)

For Papertail Purposes: I would like Sébastien Batteux tied to Stanley as well. No new updates needed.

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As your iNPC is a year two, this will have to wait until after the end of the school year (and be held back) so that the stats and spells match between accounts. I will be having a brief opening after the end of the school year for adjustments for some activities if this is something that you want.

If wanted, I will mark this as to happen at the change of the year.

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Appearance: (Face claim is Froy Gutierrez) Naturally, Milo has dark brown hair, however, he goes through spells of bleaching it to be a lighter brown and then growing it out dark again. However he keeps his hairstyle relatively similar as he finds it annoying to style, so he mostly blow-dries it so it's a little fluffy, but not do too much with it. He has light blue eyes, sometimes mistaken as grey. He has somewhat tan skin, but it depends on the weather as he tans very easily, rarely getting sunburn in the heat. He has a lot of freckles on his nose and a few dotted elsewhere but not as prominently. He does have glasses but only for reading.

Personality:He is seen as quite attractive, and he certainly uses that to his advantage, often flirting with people who seem to like the look of him, and that was not exclusive to any gender. He is generally kind, and wouldn't wish to get into disputes with anybody, but, a big but there, he is very protective. If people have a problem with him, it's no big deal, however, he has been known to get into fights over his younger sister and to defend the pride of his family. He was very proud of his family and would send death glares to anybody who looks at his sister in any sort of way, even though she is a few years younger. He believes people like himself are the devil when in contact with Clara, trying to protect her from having her heartbroken, despite him having broken at least a couple of hearts himself.

History:

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Milo Durand lives in a small house on the outskirts of Toulouse with his family, his younger sister Clara, and their mothers, Camille and Valerie. Their biological father/sperm donor Lucien lived a bit further into the city, but still helped raise them when necessary, such as teaching Milo to shave when he was 14.

Their house was relatively small, but not in a cramped way, just a cosy little house that the four of them lived in, Milo and Clara having their own bedrooms that they had free reign to decorate as they wished, and a large garden out the back where Clara painted and Camille looked after their beautiful plants, blooming with flowers and homegrown vegetables to be made into their dinner.

Anybody who knew this family knew these two mothers love their children more than anything, it was an extremely loving family, no judgement happened in this household, when Milo came out to his mothers and sister as pansexual, he felt completely safe to do so, knowing they would accept him, and they did. No matter whether he has a girlfriend, boyfriend, or any sort of partner, their family treated them as one of their own.

They had a somewhat busy house, despite having just the four of them, because Camille tutored local wizarding children in their back garden, ready to attend beauxbatons when they were old enough, Milo and Clara were included in this when they were children, and Milo would occasionally help out with the younger ones. They were taught a variety of things, from theoretical aspects of magic, since of course, they can't cast any, to more unrelated things like reading. Camille took great pride in teaching the future generation of witches and wizards. Because of this, their garden was charmed, so Muggles couldn't hear or see what was going on in there, for the sake of stopping nosy neighbours peeking over the fence.

Valerie and Lucien own a small clothes shop in the city, selling a variety of muggle and magical clothing items. They always thought that Clara took after them some more, while Milo was more like Camille, in that Clara enjoys doing art and other crafty things, and Milo prefers more people-oriented projects, having tutored a few younger students when they needed his help, and teaching was his dream.

While they are purebloods, they were never raised or taught in the way that purebloods are better than another blood status', they just happened to have a long line of magical couples in their family, a lot of them would've met in Beauxbatons. They don't participate in the poshness and high-class activities of other pureblood families. Yes, Milo was taught to have good manners and be very charming, this was more for the sake of his own personality rather than their image. They had a lot of pride in their family, but not because of their blood status.

Milo's magic first showed up when he was being tutored by his mother when he was young, she was showing him and the other kids a few fun spells to keep them entertained, as one does with young children. After showing him a spell similar to the bubble charm, he couldn't remember the exact spell it was, Milo at the age of 5 or so, raised his arms up into the air, and a peculiar spell that looked somewhat like small fireworks came from his fingertips. This immediately panicked his mother and the other children, but when Valerie got home, they had a small party to celebrate his first show of magic.

1: Fearless

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Milo is very clear-headed, if you were to ask what his biggest fear was, he wouldn't be able to answer straight away, the biggest thing he could think of would be his sister ending up with somebody horrible, but that wasn't really a fear, it was more of a concern. There wasn't anything he was scared of. But of course, it isn't as simple as that. When he was very young, he was scared of everything, he was scared people were going to judge him for having lesbian mothers, he was scared of tiny things, like insects, even butterflies, and sure they still give him the heeby-jeebies, but he was no longer scared of them, after a long time of working on it. It was after his sister was born, and their maman told him he had to look after her, and 4-year-old Milo told his maman that he would do his very best, that this had to change. And over the next 6-7 years, it did change, slowly accustoming himself to all of the things he was scared of.

It took a lot of work, a lot of help from his parents and friends, and a lot of self-control. He learned other skills along the way, but it was something he knew down to his core, if he was scared of anything, he wouldn't be able to look after Clara, and if he wasn't able to look after Clara, well..what was the point in anything? He was her big brother, it was his responsibility. Or at least that's how he had twisted it in his head as a child.

He faced these fears he had, front on, no matter how much it absolutely terrified him, until eventually, he learned to be fearless. Bravery tended to be a natural-born characteristic, but to him, it was a learned ability. Maybe the bravery and fearlessness had been within him all along, and through his work, he just learned to harness it, but he preferred to think of it as all his work, as he was quite proud of it.

That was one thing he never fully understood about himself, why was he like this? why did he take this to such an extreme? Maybe it was just because he was an extremely family-oriented person, or maybe he was just too young to figure it out yet. Whatever it was, he was yet to know.

All he knew is that for now, he wasn't scared of anything, and was ready to face anything.

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2: Charmer

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Charming people was Milo's specialty, not only from his grace thanks to his enrolment in Beauxbatons, possibly the most graceful magical school in the world. He seemed to have an entire aura of grace as he walked, some people at his home hated him for this, but when he was in other countries, it tended to get even more attention than when he was at home.

Maybe it was stereotypical, oh hey look, a pretty french flirty boy, but it was his truth, he was a people pleaser. He was a serial romantic, having had a variety of girlfriends and boyfriends by this point, sometimes he wished he could have a long term relationship but that didn't seem to be in the cards for him. His voice was very smooth, like a hot knife going through butter, when he spoke English, it was surprisingly charming despite him not being able to speak it particularly well, his grammar was jumbled and he got words confused sometimes, but it was usually at least somewhat clear from context what he was trying to say.

While his family were purebloods and didn't care too much about the "hierarchy" of magical bloodlines, they still cared at least somewhat about appearances, he was taught to sit up straight, have good posture, try and make friends wherever possible with his charm, a combination of both natural beauty and taught personality traits. One of his mothers in particular, taught him that first impressions are the most important ones, so to always be charming and graceful, as people will then remember him that way. And that's what he wanted.

His heart was drawn to anybody, and it seemed as though a lot of peoples were drawn to him. Frequently having people crushing on him, looking at him in the corridors, although even people that didn't fancy him did that, he tended to attract attention. He was beautiful, graceful, did casual broom racing in his spare time against some of his older friends, just for the fun of it of course. Even though these matches were unofficial and just on the grounds of Beauxbatons, people would come to watch them, see him race around the Château. He found pride in being watched by the crowd, he loved it. He tended to have people watching him all of the time, it was peculiar. If you know that feeling of being watched, he felt that all of the time, to the point that sometimes he felt a bit paranoid of his surroundings, what if all those people watching in adoration were covering up somebody that wanted to hurt him?

Either way, he tended to have people admire him, whether romantically or just look up to him, and he liked that.

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3: Comprehend Languages: Veela

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Different languages and cultures have always interested Milo, spending a lot of his free time studying the subject with assistance from Camille. Knowing more information about different species is always an advantage, and learning a language is always an advantage, Camille always valued education greatly and that came out in Milo and Clara's childhood, his bookshelf in his room stuffed full of books about far off places and their cultures, muggle and magical.

One of the most interesting species to him are the veelas, he always wondered if he was actually some tiny fraction of veela, based on how people look at him, but looking back in his family lines that didn't seem to be the case, just a coincidence. But either way, he found veelas to be very interesting to research, from their different type of magic, to how genetics acts when bred with humans, but overall he absolutely adored their language. It was so lovely sounding, which made sense considering they are known for their beauty.

Learning languages was a passion of his, although rarely did he reach proficiency, French being his only completely fluent language, but being able to speak broken forms of a few different languages. He loved to see how words from some languages are adopted into other ones and how different writing systems worked, but he had an increased interest, and tried to get to a fluent level, or at least close enough that he would be able to understand the majority of conversations or texts in veela.

He knew a few part-veela students at Beauxbatons, being the popular guy that he was, and often he would try to practice by talking to them in veela, the ones that were able to speak it. He found it to be a very lovely language. One of his main friends in Beauxbatons, is a quarter veela, and learned the language from their veela grandma, so they spoke together in that language to practice when they could.

Knowledge has always been seen in their household as a virtue, studying history, culture, religions, and Milo wished to be a teacher when he graduates from Beauxbatons, he found learning to be very fun, giving him a sense of freedom from knowing more than he did before, expanding what he knows. The fact that full veela can only be female, their history in Europe and Russia, their music, their magic and abilities. Just some of the things that gave Milo such a love for studying them and their language and culture.

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4: Lovely Creature

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It was no understatement that Milo was generally, a very attractive person, having the gorgeous genetics of one of his mothers Valerie, and her best friend Lucien. Along with that, he takes good care of his appearance, finding it to be a great asset to him. He has found that people are more likely to listen to people they find attractive, so he tries his best to make that as likely as possible.

Milo absolutely adores the attention that comes from his beauty, his fluffy hair and tall stature, paired with his brilliant posture and smooth skin, he basically glows, standing out in a crowd from a mile away, both from people admiring him...and people seeing the group of people admiring him and wanting to know whats going on. Milos mother Valerie co-owns a boutique, and having being raised by her, his style of fashion was very high status, despite not being particularly posh himself. But he was confident and proud, and those traits already increase the positive reaction to him.

Wearing fashionable clothes designed by his mother or Lucien, often brought attention to him when he wasn't in his blue uniform, the fact on assisting his natural beauty, enhancing it even. Having a lot of beauty comes in extremely useful in a lot of situations, being able to even mildly manipulate the minds of those who adore you, getting what you want, only good things of course...

His beauty did certainly come in handy, his family didn't overly care about status but he did, just within his own circle or so, he liked being the leader of the pack, and being very attractive certainly helped, people listened to him, people cared about what he had to say.

As a child, his parents and family friends always praised him on his beauty and good looks, saying he was going to grow up to be a very handsome young man, often asking if they could do his hair or put him in fancy clothes for their entertainment, and that's how it has always been. Having to dress himself well to keep up appearances and look after his skin to avoid any pimples or rashes that he can. His skin was very clear generally so he didn't usually have to worry about it, but sometimes he would see a small spot under the skin and mildly panic at the idea of losing the typical stereotype of beauty. He is a bit shallow, but he is lovely.

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Edited 19/05:
Changed first instance of magic took look less purposeful

[font=big caslon]Name • Ophélie Moore School • Beauxbatons House • Papillonlisse School year • First Wand • tba Blood status • Pureblood Species: Human [font=big caslon]Age • 12 Gender • Non-binary Pronouns • They/them Amortentia • tba Polyjuice • tba Boggart • tba Patronus • tba ════════════════════════════════ [font=big caslon]Sta • 7 | Eva • 7 | Str • 6 | Wis • 5 | Acc • 5 | Arc • 5

[font=big caslon]Appearance Reducio There is no denying that Ophélie is a beautiful creature. Long and willowy, tall but not physically mature, soft-skinned with blushy cheeks and freckles only visible in the summer seasons. They have long, loose cocoa-colored curls that are naturally frizzy framing their square face. Full lips and wide expressive eyes, thick brows, scrawny shoulders and a slightly broad but flat chest prominent in contrast. Their legs, typically covered by long skirts and dresses, provide ample strength and support, but they are usually swaying back and forth on the toes of their feet as if constantly on the verge of taking off. They are not as fragile as they appear: a swift runner with fine stamina and reflexes, brought on by all those hours playing and exploring. Skin naturally tan darkened further by the sun, not yet marred by acne or blemishes. They prefer to avoid makeup since it gets uncomfortable quickly but will adorn it if there’s an important event taking place. When they smile─which is often─it is wide and genuine, and rarely do they come across a person that does not smile back. Faceclaim: Sasha Kichigina

[font=big caslon]Personality Reducio Ophélie is, without a doubt, one of the sweetest people you will ever come across. They are optimistic in all of their endeavors, enthusiastic in their introductions, easy to amuse and a lover of big warm hugs. You will find no judgement in conversations with them, only kind acceptance and empathy. They always assume you have good intentions, and for that reason it is nearly impossible to make an enemy out of them, because they will not rest until they have befriended you. You can share all your secrets and they will keep them locked away. They are your shoulder to cry on and they always know exactly what to say to make you feel better. On the other, more negative hand, Ophé is incredibly clingy and emotional. If they see someone they know, they will make a direct path toward them, grab their hand, and refuse to let go for as long as they possibly can. Also, quick to tears and often overly dramatic; however, they do their best to cover it up, so as not to burden people with their problems. They are unfortunately not very good at that. Another of their negative traits is their naivety. I mentioned above that they are trusting: although that is typically a good thing, sometimes ─ like with their grandfather ─ they will cling to the notion that someone is a nice person on the inside and will come around eventually. This state of mind has led to many hurt feelings in their life. Being the huge romantic that they are (and I mean huge ─ the kind that thinks about them all day, dreams about them all night, writes poems and stories inspired by their pretty eyes, and feigns a faint every time they recall an interaction between the two of them), I can promise that they are bound to get their heart broken a million times over in this life and the next. It is in their nature. Among their interests are writing (poetry, stories, or even random observations about the world), singing, dancing, theater, and of course, painting. They are a creator, a lover of simple pleasures, of colors and images and make-believe. They have made so many things and hid them in all the nooks and crannies of the mansion; those that were intangible have left their marks as well, like the tear in the curtain left from when they swung from it across the room, pretending to be a jungle explorer. The flecks of paint on the walls that no one caught and scrubbed away. The faint scent of flowers from the day they came home from the meadow with a hundred woven into their hair. Ophé lives in their imagination, but they still love real life, and bringing people into the make-believe worlds they have created.

[font=big caslon]Backstory Reducio On December 2nd, 2009, at 5:00 p.m. Ophélie July Moore was born, assigned male, and given the name Hugo Plantagenet in a small but expensive house at the edge of the suburbs in California, USA. Only one of their parents was present. Ophé's mother, a woman named Ines Plantagenet, had met and fallen for Lukas Charlton, another Pureblood living in France. By that point, Ines already had one child, and the two planned to settle and raise her together. They were deeply in love and happy for about a year. Then, something happened that changed everything: Lukas discovered that his sister Adelene was dead. He had known. Suspected, at least, when she had gone missing all those years ago. Adelene was his twin and closest friend until they were fifteen and she disappeared. He had held out hope for her survival, that he could one day reunite with her, but now he knew that she was irretrievable. Poisoned, the letter said. Upon learning this, he began developing theories about the possibility of her murder, and the grief and anger took over his life. He became distant and uncooperative towards Ines, despite the fact that she had done nothing to merit it. Their relationship became unsteady and filled with nonstop arguing. Soon after it came to her attention that she was pregnant again. Fearing their relationship couldn't take the strain, she fled back to America, where she had lived for four years prior. Staying as far away from her strict, blood-purist parents and their disapproving gaze seemed like the best idea at the time. Then the child was was born. Ophé, then known as Hugo, lived in California until they were five. There they attended No-Maj school, made many friends, and learned to speak in English. It was pleasant but mostly uneventful for them; however, their mother reconnected with an old friend named Thalia Moore, and the two started dating. Thalia spent a long time encouraging Ines to face her fears (or, in other words, her parents). Eventually all of them─including Thalia and her son─moved back to France. At that point Ophélie was quite content with their life, and the drastic adjustment would take a while to get used to. Though they were unaware of it at the time, their family─the Plantagenets─was an ancient one that still held ancient grudges. Specifically against No-Majes and anyone associated with them. Although Ines was doing her best to break away from these old-fashioned prejudices, her parents were not so considerate. They refused to remain within close proximity of anyone that had a drop of No-Maj blood in their veins. Due to these outdated customs, they did not take kindly to Ines returning with her No-Maj-born lover, and refused to pay for any other place for them to stay. Now they were stuck, and finally made the reluctant decision to part ways. Thalia Moore rented a small home for herself and her son, and Ines and her children returned once again to the Plantagenet Mansion. Ophé was still five at the time, if you’d forgotten. At first, the mansion seemed like heaven on earth to the little child. There was so much to explore, so many stairwells and chandeliers and empty walls just begging to be covered in art. However, the thrill of the new location was quickly replaced by discomfort and fear. The first time they painted on their bedroom wall, it was a little furry woodland creature of some kind that they were immensely proud of. Since they had not really gotten to know their grandfather yet, and he owned this place so he must be amazing, they wanted him to see what they had done. Surely he would be elated that they had brightened up the place. “Thank goodness, it’s always been so plain here, but you’re the perfect person to decorate it.” Instead he immediately scolded them and removed their artwork with a single wave of his wand before returning to whatever he’d been tending to before. Ophélie could not have been more devastated. They did their best to entertain themself without making a mess or bothering the master of the house again; instead they took out all of their mischief on the housekeeper and the nanny. They put on plays and dressed in all of their grandmother’s finest silks; they climbed to the top of the stairs and swung from one of the curtains, belting a song from the Opera; they spilled all of their paints and danced around in them, thereby making a bigger mess; they ran away from home to go find places to write poetry about. It was true that they did their best to avoid trouble, but in a dreary, plain, empty place like this, there wasn’t really anything else to be done. Their first sign of magic occurred when they were six. They cracked one of their grandmother’s favorite jewels─a ruby, or something of the sort─and the moment before they were caught with the broken pieces of the treasure, somehow it... reconnected. Fixed itself. The maid scolded them a bit for playing with fragile things, but that was typical. They were incredibly disappointed that they couldn’t tell everyone about the magic they had displayed, but thankfully, their second sign of magic came about a week later, when they made an apple levitate for a few seconds. Everyone present applauded, even their grandmother, which made their day. Age seven was when they discovered their love of dresses. They had worn them for make-believe games, of course, but now they had the revelation that dresses could be worn day-to-day. They loved the way they felt, the fabric brushing gently against their legs, the way the skirts blew about in the wind. They loved how elegant and beautiful they made them feel. Wearing them out into the world was horribly scary at first, but they soon gained confidence that way as well. The next few years were more of the same, except that Thalia adopted another son. At age nine Ophélie felt ready to come out as non-binary to their family and friends, who were generally accepting, if a little confused. They decided on the name Ophélie, since it sounded so pretty. Not to mention that a more feminine title felt more accurate for them as an individual. One year later Ines and Thalia were married, and Ophélie (along with their mother) changed their surname to match Thalia’s. Since all of this name-changing was going on, they thought they might as well add a middle name too. Ophélie July Moore. That felt much better. A preferable way to introduce themself to all of their new friends at Beauxbatons. Note: edited after posting to add details about Ophé's father, Lukas Charlton. Permission from Everly Charlton to expand on her family lore. [/font]

[font=big caslon]Abilities Reducio Year 1: Calming Presence ─────── ❀ ─────── Ophé has gotten into troublesome situations countless times, usually by their own hand. They have broken fragile items, torn expensive fabrics, left messes in rooms that have just been cleaned, and just generally been a bother, especially to the housekeeper and the nanny. Yet, whenever they are caught, the worst that happens is that they are shooed out of the room while their caretaker fixes whatever mistake they made. Then they are loved and doted on once more. They certainly deserve consequences and scoldings, and they are constantly expecting the grownups to get all riled up and angry with them. But, somehow, it rarely seems to happen. Why? The same happens with altercations between them and their peers; or, rather, the lack of them. It isn't that they are quick to sort out whatever problem the other person has with them ─ it's they they are rarely confronted in the first place. They are able to live in peaceful harmony with their classmates and others, without any quarrels or issues. It's not that they're never teased, because when a (supposed) boy wears a dress, some people just can't help themselves. But they're never teased for long, because the bullies simply can't seem to hold onto any scrap of anger or bitterness when in Ophé's presence. Presence. That's a key word. They at first believed it to be the kindness of other people, but over time have come to realized that it has to do primarily with themself. The peaceful aura the seems to surround them wherever they go. It is like a pillow between them and all the sharp words and actions that they world has to offer (which, despite what they let themselves be aware of, is a lot). And since it affects others too, it is pleasant for all involved. This strange ability of putting others at ease... isn't magical, per se. It simply comes from the constant, unfaltering joy radiating from Ophé, and the pleasure that being alive and experiencing the world never fails to bring them. Their easy laughter, their bright smile and kind eyes. Their hugs and their forgiveness. Their obvious inability to get angry, accompanied by their somehow endearing naivety and innocence. Despite what they are convinced, this power does not have to do with the fact that they are a wizard. Not a spell, not a charm nor hex... just Ophé, and happiness, and their persistent, absolute love for other people. Word count: 408 note: edited after posting to raise the word count and make a few minor wording changes.

[font=big caslon]Broom racer • no

[font=big caslon]Quidditch player • no

[font=big caslon]Duellist • no

Approved

I do not think we have officially named this school's houses (Papillonlisse) although upon searching the term I see multiple people besides you have used it. I will have to verify with Lore regarding this but this goes back to the first weeks of the site and previous staff members. I will not be holding up your approval for this.

On checking with the lore, Beauxbatons has no houses. I am going to remove this part from your application and ask that you don't mention any houses. Otherwise your application is approved.

Stat Update for iNPC: Enzo Delcroix

(+1 from quidditch win to wisdom - click here)

NEW STATS:
♧ Stamina ♧ - 5
♧ Evasion ♧ - 7
♧ Strength ♧ - 5
♧ Wisdom ♧ - 6
♧ ArcPower ♧ - 8
♧ Accuracy ♧ - 5

Maximilien de Fostoncy
beauxbatons | second year | pureblood | human

“If I cannot reach the stars high above ...... then I’ll fish them out of the lake.”

all changes are bolded for ease of moderation

—no.1 STATS UPDATE (+1 to wisdom)

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old: sta 7 | eva 8 | str 2 | wis 8 | arc power 7 | acc 8 | 40 total
new: sta 7 | eva 8 | str 2 | wis 9 | arc power 7 | acc 8 | 41 total | quidditch win

—no.2 BASICS UPDATE (updates age + switches the order of two names)

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name: Maximilien René Pascal Jacques Vincent Louis de Fostoncy
school: Beauxbatons
year: second
age: thirteen
gender: male
blood status: pureblood
species: human
residence: Lyon, France

—no.3 PERSONALITY UPDATE (more detailed + digs deeper)

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Growing up lacking family affections from his father and grandfather, Maximilien was generally quiet. Shy, he was a little bit, and would not be opening his heart to someone he did not know well immediately. He was taught to do more than say, and the boy carried it out well. He would always be the one doing things quietly for everyone, and left the whole scene first. Kind, intelligent and loyal, this helped to build the boy up. Passionate towards most people, he was, and especially to ladies. Though always not saying much, Maximilien was proud inside, and was extremely stubborn. He would always be sticking to a thing or a belief that he was approved of, and possibly would not change his mind. He had his own set of rules to measure the world, and anything off limits was strictly forbidden in his book.

Maximilien, on the outside, looked much more mature and serious than his peers, and seemed a person that would analyze the situation carefully. However, don’t be deceived. Deep in his heart he was a child, longing for freedom and carefreeness. He was imaginative, and full of romantic air. Daydreaming played a huge part in the boy’s life, under his mature, unmoved and uptight skin. Maximilien was a deep thinker, and seemed always down in his own thoughts, no matter he’s alone or not. He lacked family affections, that was true, but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t create a secret world of his own that he would enjoy out of nowhere.

Overall he was really good-natured, and would love to help someone in order to make everybody feel comfortable. The boy was well-mannered as well, and most people liked him. He was taught to be polite, and Maxi followed his grandfather and father’s instructions strictly. He was Maximilien René Pascal Jacques Vincent Louis de Fostoncy - he bore the de Fostoncy name on his young shoulders. He knew that least thing he wished to do was to upset his family, especially his mother. Maybe that was the reason why he hadn’t been bored of his dull life - to him, after all, blood was thicker than water.

—no.4 HISTORY UPDATE (added details about the parents)

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part 1. before the night of march 10th, 2008
Centuries ago, when it was the time of King Henri IV, a family in Lyon rose secretly. They owned a huge wine estate, and therefore, became wealthy and reputable by selling wines. Everyone wanted to get to know them, but all failed. No matter who they were, they were never invited to the wine estate. Little did they know, this family was a wizard family — a pureblood one also — the de Fostoncy. The de Fostoncy family was proud of themselves. They had an extremely good reputation among wizards. They owned the huge wine estate for centuries, and every year they received a great amount of money from it.

They were against the muggles. Muggleborns and half-bloods were really not a choice for the de Fostoncy family. French origin, and pureblood, that were things that they valued most. They were exceedingly proud of themselves, especially the “de” in the family last name - “It shows history.” said Louis de Fostoncy, the current head of this honorable family. Chaos started when his sister Karen decided to marry Herbert Springhall, an Englishman. Although the despised Mister Springhall was a pureblood from a good family, his English ethnicity was not favored in the Château de Fostoncy. If it wasn’t Louis, there was a high chance that the marriage wouldn’t be successful - and therefore, their beloved heir Maximilien wouldn’t meet his future rose of his life. It was even more chaotic when Karen decided to remove the “de” in her last name - this time even Louis became mad at his favorite sister. Everything went back to normal after Karen left for London (still she removed the “de” and became Karen Fostoncy), though, and Louis had to settle down himself.

Like any other heirs of noble families, he married with his arranged wife, a beautiful young lady from another notable pureblood family in France. Not much was known of her, as this lady, the young Madame de Fostoncy back in those days, was the least person that Louis wished to mention - he loved her deeply, and he couldn’t afford the loss of her. She passed away when giving birth to their only son Vincent, whom she named after her own father. Vince, as what she had always called yonder tenderly when she was alive and pregnant, grew up motherless.

Vincent’s life was just like his father’s. Accepted into Beauxbatons, graduated as a straight O student, got married with a woman that he had never met properly before eighteen - he went on the same path as Louis’s. Only, he was all alone, without a tender mother or a loving sister. And as a result, he became a solitary and unsociable person. His gorgeous wife, Mélanie Janvaque, was adored by many people at that time, and Vincent was regarded as extremely lucky. They were a loving couple to others, with wealth and youth - really, how could you ask for more?

Only Mélanie herself knew how unhappy she was. Vincent had formed a careless personality, self entered and not caring for anyone else. She had hardly smiled after marrying into the de Fostoncy family. The life was dull, and Louis was extremely strict to his daughter in law. “Take care of Madame.” Everybody said so. Mélanie, the wavy haired woman knew that she did not need to be taken care of like a little baby - she just needed some time alone. Some time that she could express herself freely. She had given up her long loved drawing career, as well as music - she was quite a good singer in her youth. But, really, a painter or a musician? No, the young Madame de Fostoncy was not expected to become either of these two. Instead, she was expected to bring a heir to the family.

And, to everyone’s delight, she did.

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part 2. after the night of march 10th 2008
Maximilien came to life on a serene and beautiful night of March 10th. His full name was pretty long — Maximilien René Pascal Jacques Vincent Louis de Fostoncy. His birth was fairly welcomed by the pureblood society in France, as it meant that the noble house of de Fostoncy had successfully passed the blood down to the next generation.

The new boy’s name achieved the usual standards of the family - apart from the family name, six names in total. Maximilien, meant “the greatest”, as the heir of this honorable family should always be the best. René, meant “reborn”, in hope that the boy would bring new achievements like his ancestors did. Pascal, meant “Easter child”, since Mélanie had always had a strong belief that her son would be born sometime near the Easter holidays. Jacques, meant “he who supplants” - associated with victory. Vincent, his father’s name. And finally, Louis, his grandfather’s.

It was a tradition to keep the heir’s last two middle names are the same as his father and grandfather’s first name - and that’s how young Maximilien had Vincent and Louis in his names. In his family he was strictly called “Maximilien” and only “Maximilien”, however he would introduce himself to peers as “Maxi”. Though don’t try to call him “Max”. The boy would get annoyed surely, as he disliked the masculine sound. It didn’t fit his rather skinny figure, he knew it.

Maximilien was taught to call his grandfather “Monsieur le Comte”, a title Louis gave to himself (which was obviously cool and honorable in his mind) and his father “Monsieur le Chevalier” rather than “grandfather” and “father”. His mother, on the other hand, was forced to be called “Madame” though she did not like it. She hoped her son could be with her for a longer time, but that’s nearly impossible in the family. Women to them were not important at all. All their duties were to give birth to a heir and show off at fancy balls.

When someone first laid their eyes on Maximilien, they would say that he resembled his mother. With messy dark brown hair and dark grey eyes instead of the de Fostoncy family’s curly golden brown hair, he was more like a member of the Janvaque family. However his body built and face were somehow like his grandfather, and the boy was handsome. Almost exceedingly.

The family established a full set of rules for the young boy. He had to get up at seven o’clock in the morning, had breakfast in twenty minutes, then began his course of the day. Usually it was about spells, charms and potions, but his father would be glad to teach him some hexes and jinxes sometimes too. Maximilien never liked the dark arts, but if his father taught him, he could not refuse. Only, the boy might be secretly not taken the course fully in his heart. In the afternoon his tasks were to learn the pureblood etiquettes and physic training. Monsieur le Chevalier had always wanted his son to be part of the teams in Beauxbatons. In the evening, he mostly did some free reading. Though it was called “free”, muggle novels that his second cousins loved were strictly forbidden. Only when Enjolras and Combeferre paid him a visit, he could secretly get access to the fantastic muggle novels.

Monsieur le Chevalier seldom talked to his son except the essentials. Madame wanted to speak with Maximilien, but she wasn’t allowed. She was afraid of her husband and father-in-law, honestly. Monsieur le Comte basically paid no attention to this grandson except at grand activities. To him, Maximilien was not a boy — but an item to show off to relatives and friends.

As a result, the boy grew up in a place that extremely lack family affections. Though the de Fostoncy wine estate was extremely large and comfortable to live in, Maximilien was not really happy. His merriest memories in his childhood were when Enjolras, Edmund, Combeferre, and Lindsey, his great aunt’s grandchildren paid him a visit. In all four, since Edmund and Lindsey were English, he met them less than the other two. He admired them. Almost envied them. He was living like a machine rather than a normal child.

Maximilien was quiet, and do more than say. He was an extremely honest child, and very loyal. People always liked him — he could easily be the teacher’s pet, however his personality made him generally quiet and humble. Showing off was really not the boy’s cup of tea. Cautious and well-mannered, he was just exactly a bragging item used by his father and grandfather.

When the boy was five, he experienced his first magic. Monsieur le Comte decided that it was time for his grandson to attend some fancy balls, though he knew that Maximilien did not like large social events. He cried hard and was really angry for not wanting to go, but was forced by his grandfather. However, when his mother tried to put on the fancy clothes for him, something strange happened — although all the outfits were made according to his height and weight, they were just too big. They tried several times, but every time the outfit became ill fitting. Finally the adults realized that it was because their heir’s magic had surfaced. They gave up, and the boy was not taken to large balls until he was six.

EDIT: noticed that there’s an unfinished paragraph (the “behind the names” one) and have edited to finish it up and decided to switch the order of two middle names (“Pascal” and “Jacques”).

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EEVA VOS

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..✦.. N A M E Eeva Vos Beauxbaton S C H O O L Y E A R 1st Bellefeuille H O U S E R A C E Human Half blood B L O O D S T A T U S N A T I O N A L I T Y Dutch Amsterdam, The Netherlands R E S I D E N C E S T A T S Stamina - 5| Evasion - 6| Strength - 5| Wisdom - 6| ArcPower - 6 | Accuracy - 7 N/A A B I L I T I E S ..✦..

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A P P E A R E N C E Reducio At first glance, Eeva appears taller that average, on account of her always standing with her weight shifted slightly to her toes, her heels about a centimeter above the ground. She has dark brown hair and slightly startling blue eyes. She is a little over average height, standing at 149.86cm (4'11" in).

P E R S O N A L I T Y Reducio Although she lives on a tulip farm, Eeva isn’t really a flower child. She is constantly curious, and is loyal and just. She is a bit of a trickster and loves a good laugh. If you aren't careful, you may become the target of one of her harmless but extremely annoying practical jokes. She is intense and she'll always stick by her few but good friends no matter what. She doesn't trust easily, but once you have her loyalty, you have it for good. She loves science, nature, the color green, quidditch, animals (especially cows and dogs!), doing math with her dad and dislikes bullies, nonsensical things and polka dots. When she isn’t playing with her animals, she can usually be found hanging out with her friends, doing math just for fun or riding her bike.

H I S T O R Y Reducio Eeva Annami Katja Vos was born on August 25th, 2009 in Oulu, Finland. She lives on her family tulip farm in Amsterdam, The Netherlands (which she’s always thought was very stereotypical) with her father, Levi, aunt, uncle, two cousins and her twin sister, Tess. She has few but good friends at school but would say without a doubt that her best friends are her brown cow, Arabella, and her jack russell terrier, Berend. Levi, a muggle, was born in The Netherlands but lived in England in high school and college as an exchange student then moved back to The Netherlands a year after finishing college. He took a trip to Finland, where he met Eeva’s mom, Clea, a witch. They eventually got married and lived in Finland for five years. A year after Eeva and her twin sister were born, Eeva’s paternal grandmother passed away (her grandfather having passed away when her father was a child), and the Vos family moved to the Netherlands to take over the family tulip farm alongside her aunt, uncle and cousins. Eeva was raised by her father after Clea died in a magical freak accident when she was five. After what happened to Eeva’s mother, Levi was tempted to cut his daughters off from the wizarding world entirely. Fortunately, Eeva’s maternal grandparents and aunt talked sense into him, reasoning that the girls couldn’t just not use their magic and he couldn’t very well teach them himself. After that, he did his best to keep his daughters involved in the magical community. Levi taught Eeva dutch as her first language, finnish because her mother would have wanted it, french because he knew she would later go to Beauxbatons and she learned english in school. Eeva’s first instance of magic happened when she was nine years old. She was at a farmer’s market selling tulips with her family when a bouquet of flowers she was holding that weren’t quite fully bloomed, burst into flower before her eyes. She got her Beauxbatons letter soon after. Her twin sister, Tess, was determined to be non-magical.

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