Name : Rodion Makarovich
Year : 2nd
Ency : hehe
Old Stats : Sta 7 | Eva 5 | Str 7 | Wis 7 | Arc 4 | Acc 5
New Stats : Sta 10(+3) | Eva 5 | Str 7 | Wis 8(+1) | Arc 4 | Acc 7(+2)
+5 from graduation and +1 from ravenclaw quidditch win

Ability : Calming Presence

After his defeat in chess combat, he felt the need to put on a thicker mask. The lack of emotional control was the reason why he was led to his demise. His cloak, his facade, without those, how would he play the art of puppeteers? He didn’t want them to be forced, he wanted them to submit, willingly. So he practised hard, smiled, was more present in the moment, listened, as if their words were gold, controlled the tone of his voice, he made sure things he spit out were kindness. Like what his uncle said, ‘fake it until you make it’, he took it way too literally in the wrong meaning. Even if he secretly loathed it, he would still lend a helping hand towards the unfortunates. Rainy season, never heard of that. He put a positive spin even on the darkest day. And lastly, be grateful. Say thank you, say please, maybe say sorry occasionally. To the point where it came naturally. It seemed that being ‘kind’ was slowly becoming his default personality though the intention was self preserving. Some might say he was the sunshine boy, nothing but loving and caring. He has ways with words, sincere or not, it did work for most people. His voice was warm, like the fluffiest blanket in the middle of the winter. His gesture was gentle, as if he was scared to even hurt a fly.

The neighbourhood saw him as a golden child, the perfect son anyone would ever ask for. Soothing, just like a nice cup of hot tea in the morning. Little did they know he was disowned by his parents due to his selfishness. Those who really knew him would say otherwise, that is the secret he had to keep for now. He is the knockoff luxury brands, looks and feels real, but really isn’t. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. Perhaps this would be a ticket to go back to the family who once disowned him due to his selfishness.

Was it his good look? Was it his perfect attitude? Or was it the manipulation spell that he put on people’s mind? As long as the mask was intact, the one thing strangers and acquaintances could agree on, he had some sort of magic that somehow could make them feel better than before. He was not a good guy, but he indeed seemed like one.

WC : 401

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NPC Name: Edward Smith
Link: viewtopic.php?f=314&t=17297
Year: 2nd
Stats: nada
Abilities: below
Extracurricular: Quid Player (Beater)
Content Changes: just changed the extracurricular
Trunk Coding: below (Didn't include a section for the words of the abilities but if needed in the trunk, can add reducio underneath the code and put them in there, otherwise, I already have a section in the first post where I can put them)

NPC Name: Irina Afanasyeva
Link: Link
Year: 4th
Stats: STA: 9 | EVA: 10 | STR: 8 | WIS: 10 | ARCP: 6 | ACC: 7 Changed to
STA: 9 | EVA: 10 | STR: 8 | WIS: 10 | ARCP: 6 | ACC: 10
This is due to quidditch wins here, here, and here. I forgot to add the extra point from two years ago and then had two quidditch wins this year. The stats should total to be 53.
Abilities: None
Extracurricular: Broom Racer
Content Changes: None
Trunk Coding: None except for changing the 7 in accuracy to 10.

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NPC Name: Rosella Sokolov
Link: link to NPC page
Year: Fourth Year
Stats:
Stamina: 9
Evasion: 9
Strength: 8
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 9
Accuracy: 10
(+2 from duel wins)
Abilities: Interception

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Rosella had been working hard to show she was good enough to represent her Quidditch team. To be honest she had never seen herself playing a sport, she had always been more interested in art, but ever since her fellow classmates had been killed she had been trying her hardest to prove her worth. Whenever Ro was not painting something or doing art of any kind, she had begun practicing Quidditch. She had become one of the chasers of the team and was spending as much time as she could practicing the techniques she needed.

Multiple hours a week, the Russian girl could be found somewhere around the school grounds practicing. She was not the best Catcher in the world, probably not even the best in the school, but she was getting better with every practice. Sometimes Ro would just have her friends fly around with her and toss a Quaffle and attempt to allow her to grab the ball from them. She never knew when she would actually have another Quidditch game to participate in, so she made sure she focused during team practice as well. Rosella did not want to be the reason that her team lost, because she was not even able to be a catcher correctly.

Rosella did not just work on her reflexes while flying either. She would spend time stretching and working on her reflexes because there was no point in working on only her reflexes on the broom if she was not able to have quick reflexes on the ground either.

She regretted not attempting Quidditch in the first place to be honest, and was surprised that she had even attempted it in the first place after her classmates deaths. She kind of had a knack for it and enjoyed playing the sport as much as she enjoyed painting, something that would be a surprise to many of her friends.

The Russian girl thought she was ready for an actual Quidditch game, she continued to practice for multiple hours a week and stretching when she could. She wanted to prove that all of the practice had payed off and that they would be able to win a game and represent their fallen classmates. The girl's reflexes were at their best and she really believed that her improved skills could help them win. All she needed was for their to be an actual Quidditch match for her to be able to show off her new skills.
WC: 404

Extracurricular: Quidditch
Content Changes: No Changes Made

NPC Name: Irina Afanasyeva
Link: Link
Year: 5th
Stats: STA: 9 | EVA: 10 | STR: 8 | WIS: 10 | ARCP: 6 | ACC: 10 Changed to
STA: 11 | EVA: 11 | STR: 8 | WIS: 10 | ARCP: 6 | ACC: 12
Abilities: Applying for 5th year ability

Spell Flinger
WC: 411

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Irina hates Hogwarts, she hates the people, the school, and the lack of security. She can, and has ranted for hours about every little that school has done to tick her off. Overtime she has finally realized that ranting won’t get her anywhere, it won’t stop the Hogwarts students from being arrogant, and saying they are the best. The only thing that Irina can do to prevent that, is to beat them in broom racing.

She competed in their summer duelling match last year and lost to an overconfident individual. It was her final duel before she switched to broom racing, and the loss compelled her to train her hardest to beat Hogwarts in broom racing. Everyday, she’d be out there on the Koldovstoretz grounds, training her heart out. At this point, the training wasn’t even for her anymore. It was for her lost teammates that perished in the bomb. They were supposed to compete in the inter-school race last summer, but died just days before. Irina wanted to win for them, to preserve their memory.

Now the team had grown, and Nate had even joined to race. The addition of more people to the team provided yet another incentive for Irina to spend every extra second she had training. She wanted to be a good role model and felt as though it was her responsibility to help them win a race.

Day by day, Irina would practice her skills, she would speed around on her Silver Arrow and shoot spells at either thin air or a friend. Her end goal was to be able to hit almost all her spells accurately while riding at top speed. Also, she wanted to be able to dodge the quickest that she could when flying at the fastest speed. The hope was to make herself a force to be reckoned with on the track.

Soon enough, she started seeing the results of her endless training. Casting spells became a much quicker process, and luckily for her she knew a lot of good ones from her time as a dueler. The constant dodging and weaving on the broom significantly quickened her already fast reaction time. Broom racing was becoming a walk in the park for Irina, and she could only hope that the trend would continue to go up. The hours that she devoted to her broom had made a difference and she was more than ready to attempt and enact her revenge on Hogwarts.

Extracurricular: Broom Racer
Content Changes: N/A
Trunk Coding: Same content as before, added Spell Flinger and changed Stats to the ones above.

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[quote][center][size=175][color=#5D4A64][b]TRUNK[/b][/color][/size][/center][/quote]
[quote][center] STA: 11 | EVA: 11 | STR: 8 | WIS: 10 | ARCP: 6 | ACC: 12[/center][/quote]
[quote][center][b][color=#5D4A64][size=125]ABILITIES:[/size][/color][/b][/center]

[table][tr][td] [b][u] Sixth Sense[/u][/b] [reducio] [b][u] Sixth Sense[/u][/b] 
[b]WC: 513[/b]
Irina was a very curious girl and happened to notice many things outside the ordinary, including her rising magic. Ever since she was a baby she seemed to notice all of the little things out of place that others never saw. From the movement of leaves on trees to what paint is wet or dry. Things that people tried to hide, Irina would find it out by some way. This was also more tied into her gut feeling. Everyone had one but more often than not it seemed as though her’s proved right.

An instance of this was when she was 7 and played a game called hide and seek with a few of her magly friends. Since no one else who volunteer she was nominated to be the seeker. They were outside on a playground with plenty on places to hide and after counting for a minute Irina was off. Thinking for a moment she followed her gut feeling to look behind some of the trees. Surprisingly enough, all but one of her friends were hiding behind the trees. They all groaned and thought that she cheated due to the fact that she found them so fast. There was still one person to be found and Irina noticed out of the slightest corner of her eye, movement towards her left. Heading that direction, she ran without even thinking and just like that she found the last person.

It wasn’t that impressive to win hide and go seek but it kept happening time and time again that she would win within a minute. Due to this all of her friends made her hide instead of being the seeker and the result turned out somewhat the same. Irina would not be found for so long that her friends would give up. They all called her out for cheating wouldn’t play it again because they wanted a chance to win. The thing was, Irina wasn’t cheating at all, she was just trusting her gut feelings hiding in spots she believed they would overlook. 

One time when it was just Zola and Irina, they were walking to magly school. It was typical for them to do this because they didn’t live to far away and it was nice to spend time together. There was no sidewalk but it was a mainly unused road. The two of them were holding hands walking in the street when Irina had a bad feeling come across her. She pulled her mom and herself out of the road and into the grass. Zola was unsure what was going on but decided to trust her daughter. It was a good thing she did because out of nowhere a car came speeding down the road with 3 police officers trailing it. If Irina hadn’t acted on her gut in this moment they would both have serious injuries.

Irina always trusted her gut and recently thought of it more like a warning. When she noticed the things out of the ordinary she would always take note because you never know what could be lurking.[/reducio][/td][td] [right][b][u]Fearless[/u][/b][/right] [reducio][b][u]Fearless[/u][/b]
[b]WC: 421[/b]
Fears. What really determined a fear, was it a part of your brain or natural instinct to be afraid. Irina Afanasyeva was a just a fourteen year old girl yet she felt like she had already conquered all of her fears. She had been abandoned by her father, brother, and her best friend just due to the stigma that being a magical person held. She had already been through so much and was not going to let anything or anyone stop her again. Of course she had some normal fears like dying or losing her mom but she had rarely ever been scared or frightened by her friends at Koldovstoretz. It used to be a game they played, everyone would try and find a way to scare Irina, they wanted to make her flinch or scream, anything to get a reaction.  

Time after time, Irina wouldn’t budge and even found herself in the position where she would wind up scaring them instead. It was all quite a fun game and almost everyone in the school knew that if they wanted to have a challenge scaring someone it would be Irina. They also knew that the best person to call when going on a scary trip was Irina because she wouldn’t be shaken up a bit.

There was one time where Irina had decided that she wanted to travel into the depths of one of the old run down cottages that used to be used for classrooms in the middle of the night. She had gathered a few friends and planned to have a great time exploring. It was almost pitch black when they snuck out of their rooms and took the hike to the cottages. There were 5 of them to start and one chickened out on just the walk. Another one wanted to leave once they reached the room but was too terrified to go anywhere alone so they stayed with the group. They reached the room and walked inside, flashlights on they explored the whole run down cottage. Everyone except for Irina was screaming at the smallest spider or tiniest noise. Irina was just thinking that the place looked quite cool inside. 

They got back to the main school building and you could tell that everyone but Irina were very, very scared. Irina was totally fine with the experience and even thought that she had a good time. It was evident that she really wasn’t afraid of much and her friends even gave her the nickname of “Fearless”.[/reducio][/td][/tr][/table] [table][tr][td] [b][u]Calming Presence[/u][/b][reducio] [b][u]Calming Presence[/u][/b]
[b]WC: 405[/b]
Irina was a very kind person and many who come across her find that she has a sense of calm. This makes them trust her and want to share information with her. This wasn’t always the case though, Irina used to be feared but when she came to Koldovstoretz it started to change. 

She had a lot of issues arise in her childhood due to the fact that she had magic that caused her friend and family to be scared of her. Due to her past she rarely opens up to people and trusts them. Irina winds up being a very good listener and loves to let others talk about themselves. As an avid, kind, listener, others feel much more comfortable to talk to her. So much so that people have talked to her just so that they could have someone to comfort them and talk it out with them. 

One time, an acquaintance of hers came up to Irina in class. They were struggling with learning a spell and turned to Irina for help. Irina had yet to figure it out herself but talked her friend through the different steps of the spell. Just by Irina’s encouragement, her friend succeeded in the spell the next time around. 

When coming home from Koldovstoretz to see her mom when she was 12, Irina found herself next to an older woman. She had never met this women before but had started to strike up a conversation with her. This women must have felt at ease with Irina because soon enough she was sharing her opinions on her job. The job she held must have not been for her because she unloaded all of her feelings onto Irina. Irina wasn’t that shocked that this had happened because it had happened before at Koldovstoretz and many told her they just felt like they could trust her. Irina listened and gave some advice to the women about her job situation. 

She never met the women again but the women winded up going home wondering why she had just told a young girl all of that. Irina started to find herself in positions like this more often where she listened to others and tried to ease their worries away. It came naturally to Irina now, she would be one of the kindest people someone met and would try to make them feel more comfortable about the situation that they were in. [/reducio][/td][td] [right][b][u] Paragon of Health[/u][/b][/right] [reducio][b][u]Paragon of Health[/u][/b]
[b]WC: 528[/b] 
Irina Afanasyeva was a loyal friend. She was the one who would always be there in times of need and would make sure that everyone was alright. She thought of it like a job of sorts, she had to make sure that her friends were in check and didn’t get hurt. Some might have called her the ‘mother’ of the friend group but, in her opinion she just looked out for those that mattered to her. When this combined with her already calming presence, she could make her allies happier and healthier.

She has always looked out for people in her life and has done it much more at Koldovstoretz. There was more of a need at her magical school than there ever was at her magly school. She would still try and help people as a young girl but, her magic had made her afraid to grow close with people and help them. Koldovstoretz allowed to her to not hide her abilities anymore and there were many more opportunities to get hurt. 

Irina would always try and keep an eye on her allies, to make sure that they were doing alright. At the Hogwarts Blossom Ball that she was invited to, she had to look after her friend Nate who accidentally drank a potion. She had tried to warn him before the fact but was too late. This potion winded up making him afraid and panicked. Irina attempted to comfort him through the effects and kept him from doing anything dangerous. She made sure that he was completely alright before leaving him and would check in on him more throughout the night to make sure he was still doing okay. 

After that disaster of a ball Hogwarts hosted, Irina made it her goal to always be prepared to help aid her friends. When she got home for summer vacation, she told her mom about what had happened and the two of them came to the conclusion that Irina needed to have supplies at the ready. Not anything big though, just minor things like bandaids and gauze. She wasn’t any sort of healer but, had to have supplies on hand just in case her friends got into bad situations. Irina briefed herself on normal magly first aid in case the time ever came where magic wasn’t available to use. 

When worrying about her friends, she tried to keep to her personality and stay upbeat. If her friend did get injured, she would stay upbeat when trying to help them. She had been told before that her presence made a big difference when someone was injured, they were glad she was still her happy self and many who she had helped before had told her that it made them feel better. Attitude and personality can make all the difference when helping people. Irina would try to be happy in hopes that her friend or patient would be happy too. 

She worries about her friends and after what happened at the ball, she wants to be prepared for everything. Irina keeps her friends well being in mind and hopes that if a problem arises she can be there to help. 
[/reducio][/td][/tr][/table] [table][tr][td] [b][u]Spell Flinger[/u][/b] [reducio] [b][u] Spell Flinger[/u][/b] 
[b]WC: 411[/b]
Irina hates Hogwarts, she hates the people, the school, and the lack of security. She can, and has ranted for hours about every little that school has done to tick her off. Overtime she has finally realized that ranting won’t get her anywhere, it won’t stop the Hogwarts students from being arrogant, and saying they are the best. The only thing that Irina can do to prevent that, is to beat them in broom racing. 

She competed in their summer duelling match last year and lost to an overconfident individual. It was her final duel before she switched to broom racing, and the loss compelled her to train her hardest to beat Hogwarts in broom racing. Everyday, she’d be out there on the Koldovstoretz grounds, training her heart out. At this point, the training wasn’t even for her anymore. It was for her lost teammates that perished in the bomb. They were supposed to compete in the inter-school race last summer, but died just days before. Irina wanted to win for them, to preserve their memory. 

Now the team had grown, and Nate had even joined to race. The addition of more people to the team provided yet another incentive for Irina to spend every extra second she had training. She wanted to be a good role model and felt as though it was her responsibility to help them win a race. 

Day by day, Irina would practice her skills, she would speed around on her Silver Arrow and shoot spells at either thin air or a friend. Her end goal was to be able to hit almost all her spells accurately while riding at top speed. Also, she wanted to be able to dodge the quickest that she could when flying at the fastest speed. The hope was to make herself a force to be reckoned with on the track. 

Soon enough, she started seeing the results of her endless training. Casting spells became a much quicker process, and luckily for her she knew a lot of good ones from her time as a dueler. The constant dodging and weaving on the broom significantly quickened her already fast reaction time. Broom racing was becoming a walk in the park for Irina, and she could only hope that the trend would continue to go up. The hours that she devoted to her broom had made a difference and she was more than ready to attempt and enact her revenge on Hogwarts. 
[/reducio][/td][td] [right][b][u]Year 6 Ability[/u][/b][/right] [reducio][b][u]N/A[/u][/b]
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[quote][center][b][color=#5D4A64]BROOM:[/color][/b]
 [u]Cleansweep 7[/u]:  +2 accuracy, +2 strength, max speed is 5[/center][/quote]
[quote][b][color=#5D4A64]IS YOUR CHARACTER A BROOM RACER?[/color][/b] [b]YES[/b]/NO[/quote]
[quote][b][color=#5D4A64]IS YOUR CHARACTER A QUIDDICH PLAYER[/color][/b] YES/[b]NO[/b] [/quote]
[quote][b][color=#5D4A64]IS YOUR CHARRACTER A DUELLIST[/color][/b] YES/[B]NO[/B][/quote]

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[quote][table][tr][td][reducio][b]KEEPER'S CATCH[/b]
Edward was simply just a young boy who seemed to enjoy facing trivialities. But of course, nothing treacherous. He was one who wanted to avoid murder at all costs, but yet, still be the intimidating one. But of course, he thought too much of himself. Perhaps it was time for Edward to learn how to protect others. He was a cowboy, at heart, but why should he be betrayed by a lone stigma of a heart that lies behind? He would learn how to yeet a quaffle towards people. But what he had to learn first, was how to properly be a Quidditch player, even to fly better than he ever did. Which, he never did. He usually was always on his horse, Thunder, as his only solo riding experience. Now, he needed to learn how a broom worked. After taking the basic training of Flying class, his dad sent him a broom that wasn’t a school broom. It was the Nimbus 1500. And he read up on how Quidditch worked, as well as the understatement of how vital each player had.
 
Edward truly loved reading up on both the Keeper, and the Beaters. Mainly because of their hidden secrets. Even the plays sounded so awesome, and he couldn’t help but feel so intrigued to even join in the practice. He worked with a boy who also had a similar broom he had, and he started to study and learn how to peg others with the Quaffle. The boy did agree to this, as he was someone that Edward passed by with a feeling of mutualism. But nevertheless, a small chat, and they had the agreement for practice.
 
Edward got onto his broom, hovered above the ground by the goals, and the boy would intentionally try to throw the Quaffle into one of the hoops, and the first few times, Edward rather missed the catches. He wasn’t a great catcher but he would attempt his hardest to snatch it from going through the goals.
 
Something stuck out in his head. He catches the ball, he can do three things. But maybe he oughta catch the Quaffle first, before he can throw it as a deadly item, since he didn’t have other people to practice with, but the young Smith had quite a throw.
 
A few attempts later, he finally caught the Quaffle. “FINALLY!” He cried out, then proceeded to throw the Quaffle at the boy. And it didn’t peg him. But it whizzed past him.
 
He continued to give it a try, trying so hard to increase his skill, and finally, he managed to hit the boy square in his jaw, and declared an end to the day’s practice, as he took the boy to the nurse, and every day they would work together and work on the moves needed to be a Keeper.[/reducio][/td][td][reducio][b]BROKEN BROOMSHAFT[/b]
Again with the boy from last year, they went out to the practice area for Quidditch, and Edward talked to him to see if he could get more people to join. There was only one boy, and two girls, and Edward. All of them agreed to help Edward learn how to do a super amazing move named the Broken Broomshaft. Edward wanted to do this for one main reason. Be a super player in Quidditch and win Koldovstoretz the honor of being the best school in the Wizarding World.
 
That was his dream, and it was probably the best future he would ever have. He got onto his Nimbus 1500. Hovered off the ground, and retrieved an iron ball, more known as a Bludger, and considered thwacking the bludger towards the only other boy on the field. He made sure to try to aim for the chest, since Edward really didn’t care all too much what happened to the others.
 
Of course, he would hit the chest, but supposedly, according to the boy he struck the bludger in the chest with, if he hit hard enough, the broom could break. But that was a complete possibility. Didn’t mean it was going to happen, and especially not the first time. The boy didn’t fall off his broom, but he threw the bludger towards Edward, and with the beater’s bat, Edward struck it towards the first girl he saw in his field of vision, whilst she was moving, and hit her close to her hips.
 
She flipped upside on her broom, and fell off, but once again, no broken broom. Edward groaned with anger in his chest. “WHAT THE-” The second girl, the untouched one, was now zooming around Edward in a circle. The boy threw the bludger again, and Edward wasn’t paying attention to his timing, but to the force of how hard he hit the Bludger towards the flying girl.
 
He heard a rough and awful sound of a broom being snapped and heard a wail of a scream as the girl fell down to the ground, but not before Edward cast Arresto Momentum, the slowing charm on her, to keep her from being severely hurt, should she hit the ground.
 
The boy smiled at him, as a sign of successfully doing the superb movement fantastically.
 
Edward smiled back, but since Edward was still on the broom, and the boy was as well, he struck the Bludger and purposely tried to hit the Bludger as hard as he could to the boy. It struck him and the Cowboy watched him fall off his broom, and another snapping sound occurred. It was the second broken broom he came across. And both times, he was responsible for it.[/td][/tr][/table][table]
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[b]Broom Racer: [/b]no
[b]Dueller: [/b]no
[b]Quidditch:[/b] Yes
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[b]Stats:[/b] Stamina-8/Evasion-10/Strength-11/Wisdom-6/Arcane Power-5/Accuracy-5
[b]Abilities: [/b]Keeper's Catch, Broken Broomshaft, Wandmaker
[b]Broom:[/b] Comet 260[/quote][/td]
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[/table][table][tr][td][reducio][b]WANDMAKER[/b]
His parents made quite a bit of money from working out on the family farm and selling it to a local business and decided that some of the money would be spent any way that their kids want to. Well... Edward wasn't too delighted to hear that his siblings would also get a choice in what they get. Meaning more of the money had to be budgeted and squared off.

He looked around, in the room where he was informed of this new "awakening" that was apparently so stunning to Edward. It somewhat blew his mind. It blew his mind when he finally realized that his parents were referring to only Edward, and no one else. His brain, though already exploded with shock, also seemed to piece itself back together just to be fully submerged in excitement.

"I WANT A NEW WAND!" Edward cried out, every letter jumbled in his mouth, but still understandable, as his parents nodded, looked at each other and smiled.

Together they spoke to the youthful cowboy like kid standing in front of them. "Yes honey. Anything you want. If a wand is indeed what you want, then we shall get exactly that!"

And as they said. They went to the local wand store.

He was deeply considering exactly if he made a good choice.

A wand was given to him for him to try. Made of Hawthorn wood, as far as he knew, and he had to think a hot minute about why he actually would've suited the part. If he took a future into wandmaking, which was a possiblity since making brooms was the family's side job, it required wood and wandmakers believed that wood had a personality. Well, wands did. Hawthornes are incredibly supple to healing magic and are skilled with curses. If there was one thing Edward was good at, it was curses, but personally, he perferred the healing magic, and he felt he belonged when the wand molded itself to his hand. Hawthorn wands also seem to prefer wizardkind that are in a conflicted state. Well, Edward couldn't speak for himself, but he felt that wanting to use his fists more than cursing someone was a safer bet and was afraid Hogwarts would turn their backs on him.

But if he had to prove his talent, and he felt he did... maybe the wand should look inside and see that Edward had been in a duel before, and won. Maybe that was enough?

He asked the wandmaker what kind of core the wand was, and his response was "Hungarian Horntail. Watch your back. The wand seems to be fitting with you well already. I can tell you're a born fighter. Just please remember that people have feeling." And that left Edward to think. Did he really distaste people? No, not all of them. He specifically hated Durmstrang and this specific Ari Gwild that his girlfriend (Clair Fernandez) keeps mentioning. He mentioned repeatedly, or rather, thought it, from time to time, every minute he was near the blasted school of evil history... Durmstrang... and Ari. He couldn't see what Clair saw in Ari, and he was feeling immense hate towards them. Hated that they were somewhat of a bigger shot. And how he was considered an outcast of the Koldovstorez students... with his cowboyian ways... he was called an American from time to time again. So of course, distaste and hate is on the list. Let's not forget his repeat fights.

Edward held his wand from pointer finger to pointer finger, wondering how long it was, and the wandmaker pointed out that it was just over a foot (1 foot is 12 inches). Edward's brow burrowed in confusion. They didn't do feet as measurements here, did they? Then the wandmaker seemed to have the brains now to clarify. It was fourteen (14) inches long, which was thirty five point fifty six (35.56) centimetres. But, that was so long. Why? Maybe it was because of all the drama he brought with him. And the fact that he now has a girlfriend and will now die for her. And not for himself like he originally planned. He would still murder any Durmstrang students that came near him or Clair, or would go bizarre and go absolutely banana on them, and he still had the occassional thoughts of murdering Ari, but never told Clair the translation from the Russian word for murder because he didn't want Clair to leave him, even though he did stupider things daily.

And the wand was suprisingly whippy. Why was that? Maybe it was because he came back at people like a whip, leaving a lash or a scar. He liked being the cause of bad impressions. He loved it. But at the same time, he also ruins his future. Maybe this wand flexibility is a symbol of that. A peek into the future, so to speak. He thought about each person he beat up in muggle school, then the people he had hexed and jinxed, and cursed... and then realized that while he was good at healing, he didn't do it as much.

His parents paid for the wand, and now Edward began to smile as if his parents finally focused on him. And they did. That smile was for a good purpose, and not for a method of manipulation. He had a new wand, and it was all thanks to his parents and his family farm.[table]
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[td][reducio][b]Wood:[/b] Hawthorn
[b]Core:[/b] Hungarian Horntail
[b]Length:[/b] 14 inches
[b]Flexibility:[/b] Whippy[/reducio][/td]
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• Flavor: On a critical failure, what goes wrong might be a bit more unusual than expected. Moderator discretion as the statistical effect is unchanged, but for instance a place who immobilizes themself for 3 rounds by mistake might instead turn into a potted plant for those 3 rounds. Recovery and damages as well as fixes are unchanged. This is purely flavor.
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• Dragon Like Power: +3 to arcane power when casting spells with this wand.
• Accident Prone: 5% chance that the intended spell will rebound on the caster. Non-targeted spells such as counters, healing, and some utility spells that have no target or are self-targeting cannot rebound. This is not prevented by the Perfectionist ability.)
• Flavor: Dark magic scars are often worse when caused by a spell cast by this wand. (Maiming is subject to player consent regardless of what you 'think' makes sense.)[/reducio][/td]
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Reducio KEEPER'S CATCH Edward was simply just a young boy who seemed to enjoy facing trivialities. But of course, nothing treacherous. He was one who wanted to avoid murder at all costs, but yet, still be the intimidating one. But of course, he thought too much of himself. Perhaps it was time for Edward to learn how to protect others. He was a cowboy, at heart, but why should he be betrayed by a lone stigma of a heart that lies behind? He would learn how to yeet a quaffle towards people. But what he had to learn first, was how to properly be a Quidditch player, even to fly better than he ever did. Which, he never did. He usually was always on his horse, Thunder, as his only solo riding experience. Now, he needed to learn how a broom worked. After taking the basic training of Flying class, his dad sent him a broom that wasn’t a school broom. It was the Nimbus 1500. And he read up on how Quidditch worked, as well as the understatement of how vital each player had. Edward truly loved reading up on both the Keeper, and the Beaters. Mainly because of their hidden secrets. Even the plays sounded so awesome, and he couldn’t help but feel so intrigued to even join in the practice. He worked with a boy who also had a similar broom he had, and he started to study and learn how to peg others with the Quaffle. The boy did agree to this, as he was someone that Edward passed by with a feeling of mutualism. But nevertheless, a small chat, and they had the agreement for practice. Edward got onto his broom, hovered above the ground by the goals, and the boy would intentionally try to throw the Quaffle into one of the hoops, and the first few times, Edward rather missed the catches. He wasn’t a great catcher but he would attempt his hardest to snatch it from going through the goals. Something stuck out in his head. He catches the ball, he can do three things. But maybe he oughta catch the Quaffle first, before he can throw it as a deadly item, since he didn’t have other people to practice with, but the young Smith had quite a throw. A few attempts later, he finally caught the Quaffle. “FINALLY!” He cried out, then proceeded to throw the Quaffle at the boy. And it didn’t peg him. But it whizzed past him. He continued to give it a try, trying so hard to increase his skill, and finally, he managed to hit the boy square in his jaw, and declared an end to the day’s practice, as he took the boy to the nurse, and every day they would work together and work on the moves needed to be a Keeper.

Reducio BROKEN BROOMSHAFT Again with the boy from last year, they went out to the practice area for Quidditch, and Edward talked to him to see if he could get more people to join. There was only one boy, and two girls, and Edward. All of them agreed to help Edward learn how to do a super amazing move named the Broken Broomshaft. Edward wanted to do this for one main reason. Be a super player in Quidditch and win Koldovstoretz the honor of being the best school in the Wizarding World. That was his dream, and it was probably the best future he would ever have. He got onto his Nimbus 1500. Hovered off the ground, and retrieved an iron ball, more known as a Bludger, and considered thwacking the bludger towards the only other boy on the field. He made sure to try to aim for the chest, since Edward really didn’t care all too much what happened to the others. Of course, he would hit the chest, but supposedly, according to the boy he struck the bludger in the chest with, if he hit hard enough, the broom could break. But that was a complete possibility. Didn’t mean it was going to happen, and especially not the first time. The boy didn’t fall off his broom, but he threw the bludger towards Edward, and with the beater’s bat, Edward struck it towards the first girl he saw in his field of vision, whilst she was moving, and hit her close to her hips. She flipped upside on her broom, and fell off, but once again, no broken broom. Edward groaned with anger in his chest. “WHAT THE-” The second girl, the untouched one, was now zooming around Edward in a circle. The boy threw the bludger again, and Edward wasn’t paying attention to his timing, but to the force of how hard he hit the Bludger towards the flying girl. He heard a rough and awful sound of a broom being snapped and heard a wail of a scream as the girl fell down to the ground, but not before Edward cast Arresto Momentum, the slowing charm on her, to keep her from being severely hurt, should she hit the ground. The boy smiled at him, as a sign of successfully doing the superb movement fantastically. Edward smiled back, but since Edward was still on the broom, and the boy was as well, he struck the Bludger and purposely tried to hit the Bludger as hard as he could to the boy. It struck him and the Cowboy watched him fall off his broom, and another snapping sound occurred. It was the second broken broom he came across. And both times, he was responsible for it.

T H E T R U N K

Sporting Broom Racer: no Dueller: no Quidditch: Yes - The Importance Stats: Stamina-8/Evasion-10/Strength-11/Wisdom-6/Arcane Power-5/Accuracy-5 Abilities: Keeper's Catch, Broken Broomshaft, Wandmaker Broom: Comet 260

Reducio WANDMAKER His parents made quite a bit of money from working out on the family farm and selling it to a local business and decided that some of the money would be spent any way that their kids want to. Well... Edward wasn't too delighted to hear that his siblings would also get a choice in what they get. Meaning more of the money had to be budgeted and squared off. He looked around, in the room where he was informed of this new "awakening" that was apparently so stunning to Edward. It somewhat blew his mind. It blew his mind when he finally realized that his parents were referring to only Edward, and no one else. His brain, though already exploded with shock, also seemed to piece itself back together just to be fully submerged in excitement. "I WANT A NEW WAND!" Edward cried out, every letter jumbled in his mouth, but still understandable, as his parents nodded, looked at each other and smiled. Together they spoke to the youthful cowboy like kid standing in front of them. "Yes honey. Anything you want. If a wand is indeed what you want, then we shall get exactly that!" And as they said. They went to the local wand store. He was deeply considering exactly if he made a good choice. A wand was given to him for him to try. Made of Hawthorn wood, as far as he knew, and he had to think a hot minute about why he actually would've suited the part. If he took a future into wandmaking, which was a possiblity since making brooms was the family's side job, it required wood and wandmakers believed that wood had a personality. Well, wands did. Hawthornes are incredibly supple to healing magic and are skilled with curses. If there was one thing Edward was good at, it was curses, but personally, he perferred the healing magic, and he felt he belonged when the wand molded itself to his hand. Hawthorn wands also seem to prefer wizardkind that are in a conflicted state. Well, Edward couldn't speak for himself, but he felt that wanting to use his fists more than cursing someone was a safer bet and was afraid Hogwarts would turn their backs on him. But if he had to prove his talent, and he felt he did... maybe the wand should look inside and see that Edward had been in a duel before, and won. Maybe that was enough? He asked the wandmaker what kind of core the wand was, and his response was "Hungarian Horntail. Watch your back. The wand seems to be fitting with you well already. I can tell you're a born fighter. Just please remember that people have feeling." And that left Edward to think. Did he really distaste people? No, not all of them. He specifically hated Durmstrang and this specific Ari Gwild that his girlfriend (Clair Fernandez) keeps mentioning. He mentioned repeatedly, or rather, thought it, from time to time, every minute he was near the blasted school of evil history... Durmstrang... and Ari. He couldn't see what Clair saw in Ari, and he was feeling immense hate towards them. Hated that they were somewhat of a bigger shot. And how he was considered an outcast of the Koldovstorez students... with his cowboyian ways... he was called an American from time to time again. So of course, distaste and hate is on the list. Let's not forget his repeat fights. Edward held his wand from pointer finger to pointer finger, wondering how long it was, and the wandmaker pointed out that it was just over a foot (1 foot is 12 inches). Edward's brow burrowed in confusion. They didn't do feet as measurements here, did they? Then the wandmaker seemed to have the brains now to clarify. It was fourteen (14) inches long, which was thirty five point fifty six (35.56) centimetres. But, that was so long. Why? Maybe it was because of all the drama he brought with him. And the fact that he now has a girlfriend and will now die for her. And not for himself like he originally planned. He would still murder any Durmstrang students that came near him or Clair, or would go bizarre and go absolutely banana on them, and he still had the occassional thoughts of murdering Ari, but never told Clair the translation from the Russian word for murder because he didn't want Clair to leave him, even though he did stupider things daily. And the wand was suprisingly whippy. Why was that? Maybe it was because he came back at people like a whip, leaving a lash or a scar. He liked being the cause of bad impressions. He loved it. But at the same time, he also ruins his future. Maybe this wand flexibility is a symbol of that. A peek into the future, so to speak. He thought about each person he beat up in muggle school, then the people he had hexed and jinxed, and cursed... and then realized that while he was good at healing, he didn't do it as much. His parents paid for the wand, and now Edward began to smile as if his parents finally focused on him. And they did. That smile was for a good purpose, and not for a method of manipulation. He had a new wand, and it was all thanks to his parents and his family farm. Reducio Reducio Wood: Hawthorn Core: Hungarian Horntail Length: 14 inches Flexibility: Whippy Reducio WOOD • Flavor: On a critical failure, what goes wrong might be a bit more unusual than expected. Moderator discretion as the statistical effect is unchanged, but for instance a place who immobilizes themself for 3 rounds by mistake might instead turn into a potted plant for those 3 rounds. Recovery and damages as well as fixes are unchanged. This is purely flavor. CORE • Dragon Like Power: +3 to arcane power when casting spells with this wand. • Accident Prone: 5% chance that the intended spell will rebound on the caster. Non-targeted spells such as counters, healing, and some utility spells that have no target or are self-targeting cannot rebound. This is not prevented by the Perfectionist ability.) • Flavor: Dark magic scars are often worse when caused by a spell cast by this wand. (Maiming is subject to player consent regardless of what you 'think' makes sense.)

Reducio FOURTHYEAR abilitygoeshere

June 2 - PENDING - Your wand details (wood/core/etc) and the mechanical ability it gets from the wand core (dragon heartstring is:
• Dragon Like Power: +3 to arcane power when casting spells with this wand.
• Accident Prone: 5% chance that the intended spell will rebound on the caster. Non-targeted spells such as counters, healing, and some utility spells that have no target or are self-targeting cannot rebound. This is not prevented by the Perfectionist ability.) need to be listed in your character's trunk somewhere for moderator ease. Please add those to the trunk coding. - Marcus