Animagus Applications and Updates
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────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────Name: Piérre Luigi Marchonné
School Year: Sixth
Encyclopedia: Loddigesia miribilis
New Stats: Adding +3 Evasion, +1 Accuracy & +1 Wisdom
Old - Stamina 1 | Strength 1 | Evasion 18 | Wisdom 1 | Accuracy 9
New - Stamina 1 | Strength 1 | Evasion 21 | Wisdom 2 | Accuracy 10
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Animagus Applications and Updates
School Year: Adult II (However taking this ability for 5th Year)
Link to your encyclopedia thread:
Roleplay: (Words: 761/500)
Ministry of Magic File:
1. Wizard Name: Argento Perceval-Phelan
2. Animal: White Wolf
3. Description: The wolf is a white wolf with blue eyes. With feather like fur patches on his back and above his front right leg.
4. Distinctive Marking: The wolf has feather like fur on his back and above his front right leg.
Building my Animagus Form
White Wolf
Medium: (0 point)
Claws 2 (2 points)
Bite (1 point)
Stat (10 points= 50 Stats)
Stamina: 10 (2 point)
Wisdom: 10 (2 points)
Strength: 10 (2 points)
Accuracy: 10 (2 points)
Evasion: 10 (2 points)
Total: 13 (Adult)
[Note from Argento: It's being worked on.]
Link to your encyclopedia thread:
Roleplay: (Words: 761/500)
Reducio
Even when Argento was in school he had the sense of making sure that his friends and family stayed safe and sound. He didn't want them to be hurt. He could be called a sympathetic boy. He never wanted to hurt anyone and especially the people he cared too much about. Though that list might be small but he had everyone he cared about on it. His fathers, surrogate mother, Siobhan and Heirans. The perfect list for him. With that in his mind, Argento had paid a lot of attention to his classes.
From early on, Argento was a sincere student. He had dedicated his attention and everything on his studies. At this point in his life, he knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to be a professor of Transfiguration in the future. This was a crucial time for him to determine that as OWLs were not farther away. So he was determined to study the hardest he had ever studied in his life. He was not going compromise his future or anything. Heirans was an exception to that and since they shared the dorm, Argento could spend hours laying near him or his chest as they studied.
Argento was happy to have learnt about Animagus and how to turn into one from his Professors. He couldn't have asked for anything else. The process as mentioned in the book was harder than he had expected. He would have to keep a Mandrake leaf in his mouth from one full moon to another, which meant for a month. At the end of the month, Argento had to spit the mandrake leaf out in a phial which were within the moon's light, he knew if it rained or was cloudy he would have start over. And as luck would have it, it was cloudy at the night when Argento had finished a month. Before he would re do the process, he wanted to make sure he had everything that he needed. So he made a list of items that he would require for a proper transition into an Animagus. So he needed his own hair- which was easy; a silvered teaspoon of dew that has not been touched by sunlight or human feet for seven days and the chrysalis of a death's-head hawkmoth.
Knowing someone who might have the items needed, Argento once again turned to his parents. He was sure they would be able to get him this stuff and they were able to get him all the stuff that he needed. Not disappointed or disheartened by the circumstances, Argento took another mandrake leaf in his mouth for a month and luckily this time at the end of the month the moon was shinning when he spit the leaf in the phial. He took the ingredients that he had gotten from his dads and mixed it in the phial and stored it in a dark and quiet place waiting for an electrical storm. Pointing his wand at his heart every dawn and every sunset Argento incanted the charm "Amato Amino Animato Animagus".
Once he was in the gardens waiting for an electrical storm on one fine evening, until he saw the sky darken ominously as thick, swirling clouds gather overhead. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and occasional flashes of lightning illuminate the landscape. As the storm intensifies, Argento attempts to transform into his Wolf form to seek safety. However, the charged atmosphere interferes with the transformation spell. Each crack of lightning seems to disrupt his concentration, making the transformation process erratic and unpredictable. Despite the challenges, Argento senses a surge in his magical abilities. The electrical storm seems to amplify his connection to the natural elements around him. In moments of clarity between transformations, he feels a heightened sense of awareness.
The storm, with its thunderous roar and crackling energy, feels like a manifestation of raw magical power. He senses that his Animagus form is not just a disguise but a conduit through which he can tap into and harmonize with these elemental forces. By the time the storm begins to subside, Argento has gained a deeper understanding of himself as an Animagus. He realizes that each transformation, especially under such intense magical circumstances, teaches him something new about his magical abilities and the interconnectedness of magic and nature in the wizarding world. Casting the spell one last time- Amato Amino Animato Animagus before drinking the potion and he had successfully transformed into a White Wolf.
From early on, Argento was a sincere student. He had dedicated his attention and everything on his studies. At this point in his life, he knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to be a professor of Transfiguration in the future. This was a crucial time for him to determine that as OWLs were not farther away. So he was determined to study the hardest he had ever studied in his life. He was not going compromise his future or anything. Heirans was an exception to that and since they shared the dorm, Argento could spend hours laying near him or his chest as they studied.
Argento was happy to have learnt about Animagus and how to turn into one from his Professors. He couldn't have asked for anything else. The process as mentioned in the book was harder than he had expected. He would have to keep a Mandrake leaf in his mouth from one full moon to another, which meant for a month. At the end of the month, Argento had to spit the mandrake leaf out in a phial which were within the moon's light, he knew if it rained or was cloudy he would have start over. And as luck would have it, it was cloudy at the night when Argento had finished a month. Before he would re do the process, he wanted to make sure he had everything that he needed. So he made a list of items that he would require for a proper transition into an Animagus. So he needed his own hair- which was easy; a silvered teaspoon of dew that has not been touched by sunlight or human feet for seven days and the chrysalis of a death's-head hawkmoth.
Knowing someone who might have the items needed, Argento once again turned to his parents. He was sure they would be able to get him this stuff and they were able to get him all the stuff that he needed. Not disappointed or disheartened by the circumstances, Argento took another mandrake leaf in his mouth for a month and luckily this time at the end of the month the moon was shinning when he spit the leaf in the phial. He took the ingredients that he had gotten from his dads and mixed it in the phial and stored it in a dark and quiet place waiting for an electrical storm. Pointing his wand at his heart every dawn and every sunset Argento incanted the charm "Amato Amino Animato Animagus".
Once he was in the gardens waiting for an electrical storm on one fine evening, until he saw the sky darken ominously as thick, swirling clouds gather overhead. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and occasional flashes of lightning illuminate the landscape. As the storm intensifies, Argento attempts to transform into his Wolf form to seek safety. However, the charged atmosphere interferes with the transformation spell. Each crack of lightning seems to disrupt his concentration, making the transformation process erratic and unpredictable. Despite the challenges, Argento senses a surge in his magical abilities. The electrical storm seems to amplify his connection to the natural elements around him. In moments of clarity between transformations, he feels a heightened sense of awareness.
The storm, with its thunderous roar and crackling energy, feels like a manifestation of raw magical power. He senses that his Animagus form is not just a disguise but a conduit through which he can tap into and harmonize with these elemental forces. By the time the storm begins to subside, Argento has gained a deeper understanding of himself as an Animagus. He realizes that each transformation, especially under such intense magical circumstances, teaches him something new about his magical abilities and the interconnectedness of magic and nature in the wizarding world. Casting the spell one last time- Amato Amino Animato Animagus before drinking the potion and he had successfully transformed into a White Wolf.
Ministry of Magic File:
1. Wizard Name: Argento Perceval-Phelan
2. Animal: White Wolf
3. Description: The wolf is a white wolf with blue eyes. With feather like fur patches on his back and above his front right leg.
4. Distinctive Marking: The wolf has feather like fur on his back and above his front right leg.
Building my Animagus Form
White Wolf
Medium: (0 point)
Claws 2 (2 points)
Bite (1 point)
Stat (10 points= 50 Stats)
Stamina: 10 (2 point)
Wisdom: 10 (2 points)
Strength: 10 (2 points)
Accuracy: 10 (2 points)
Evasion: 10 (2 points)
Total: 13 (Adult)
[Note from Argento: It's being worked on.]
STATUS: Pending, Ruby, July 7
Several things before I can approve this:
- You need to cast the spell and drink the potion before you can try to transform, and the electrical storm scene you wrote with him "flickering between human and wolf forms uncontrollably" doesn't make sense.
- Is the White Wolf an Arctic wolf or another type of wolf that just has white fur? Please try to be as specific as possible with the species/subspecies. If it is an Arctic wolf, it would be good if you could include why this specifically fits Argento, since they are typically found in the Canadian arctic, which is far from where your character is from.
- Adult wolves don't have blue eyes - it's the pups that have blue eyes. This could, however, be your distinctive marking.
- Your distinctive marking should be a marking - colors or unique patterns, not changing the texture of patches of the fur to be feathers.
- Wolves cannot be a "large" Animagus size, they can either be medium or possibly small (and the Arctic wolf is typically a bit smaller than other wolf subspecies). Medium is human-sized.
- You can't have Bite with Venom 2. It's a wolf, you can have the "Bite" ability but it doesn't make sense for this animal to have venom.
- The stat points in animal form are completely separate from your human stats. You should not be adding points to your existing stats, you should be creating a new set of stats that is specific to this animal.
- While this may be your character's fifth year ability, you are now at the level of Adult II. Please allocate all 13 points that you are given from being an adult.
STATUS: Closed, Opeila 15/08
Animagus Applications and Updates
Name: Ami Procoppio
School Year: Adult I
Link to your Encyclopedia Thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=1420
New Stats:
Stamina: 15
Evasion: 0
Strength: 20
Wisdom: 0
Accuracy: 5
School Year: Adult I
Link to your Encyclopedia Thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=1420
New Stats:
Stamina: 15
Evasion: 0
Strength: 20
Wisdom: 0
Accuracy: 5
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 22
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
stamina: 7 | evasion: 15 | strength: 21 | wisdom: 6 | arcane power: 3 | accuracy: 25
martial artist | spell spread | animagus
Animagus Applications and Updates
Name: Dan Palmer
School year: 7th
Link to Ency: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=5679&p=105579#p92687
New Stats:
3 Stamina
1 strength
16 wisdom
6 accuracy
14 evasion
School year: 7th
Link to Ency: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=5679&p=105579#p92687
New Stats:
3 Stamina
1 strength
16 wisdom
6 accuracy
14 evasion
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 22
Animagus Applications and Updates
Name: Evelynn Decipio
School Year: 6th
Link to Ency: X
Old Stats:
STA 𝟻 STR 𝟷𝟸 EVA 𝟿 WIS 𝟶 ACC 𝟿
New Stats:
STA 𝟻 STR 𝟷𝟺 EVA 𝟿 WIS 𝟶 ACC 𝟷𝟸
STATUS: Approved, Zach Zaphiere, 3 August
Animagus Applications and Updates
SCHOOL YEAR: 6th year
LINK TO YOUR ENCYCLOPEDIA THREAD: HERE
ROLEPLAY:
ReducioIt’s not like Eun-ji wasn’t aware of Animagi before. Her mother was a witch and Eun-ji was a Ravenclaw with every fiber of her being. She read many books about magic even before learning about those topics in class yet it wasn’t until she actually sat through the Transfiguration lecture about Animagi that she gained a proper curiosity about the process. She always loved animals, often thought they were better than people and after her cousin moved from Chester, she got a dog for her birthday, which would become her best friend for many years to come. It was her, the witch told about all her secrets and she often dreamed of being able to talk to animals. Those were all passing thoughts however. She always had more pressing matters in her life to think about this too much. After learning the details about becoming an Animagus though, she couldn’t shake of the nagging feeling that she should try doing so herself. No matter how strange it sounded, it somehow felt…right.
Of course, the Korean girl was always taught to be responsible and hardworking so she didn’t jump into it head first. She was not someone to act rashly and besides she had to wait until 5th year if she wanted to do it anyway. That didn’t mean she wasn’t eager to try. Eun-ji wanted to learn and practice first before making the decision. And so whenever she had time, she’d go to the library and read as much about the topic as she possibly could. Then she’d go out and pick up a harmless leaf to practice keeping it in her mouth for a month, which she was willing to admit, took her quite a bit of time to get used to. Living with a leaf under your tongue turned out precisely as difficult as it sounded. She had to learn to talk with it, eat with it, sleep with it...hell she even did her best to dance with it. Ballet was part of her life and she couldn't bring herself to give it up for the whole month. So yeah, the Ravenclaw has failed couple of times but eventually she got it right and just like that, the 5th year came.
The incantation was fairly easy to remember as she always had talent for learning new ones so that was the one thing she wasn't too worried about. Now she just had to get the ingredients and pick a suitable time and place for the ritual. Time and place being her hometown during summer. This meant she had to go to Marcus’ office before leaving school and ask whether he was even willing to come oversee her progress. She hoped, since she was a good student and never asked him for any favors before, he’d be willing to help. It was nerve-wracking but to her utter relief, he agreed despite going to the summer camp and not being able to be there for her during full moons. Eun-ji didn’t mind and just arranged as many visits as he was able to make. Marcus was one of the few adults she actually trusted and she knew he would provide her with sufficient instructions for the moments he could not be there for her. She liked to make things happen on her own anyway so she was more than happy with the amount of mentoring he was willing to provide.
As for the ingredients, her mother was a healer and as such Eun-ji knew she'd be able to get whatever she needed for her. She supposed she was quite lucky in that regard compared to many of her classmates. Of course, when Eun-ji first told her about it, she was very hesitant but she didn’t have much choice. Unfortunately for her, Eleanor had been a pretty lousy parent as of late and at this point, Eun-ji was not afraid to use it against her. “Really? Can't you even do this much for me? I'll have the Head of the House overseeing the whole thing so there is no need to be concerned about my safety. Or what? After asking him to do me a favour and visit over the summer, should I just write him that I changed my mind?” She sighed, knowing far too well that her mother wouldn't be able to say no to that and yet no matter how cruel her words were, she still didn't stop there. “I already lost all expectations for you when it comes to your parents, do you really want me to lose all the faith I still have left in you too? For once, won't you help me?” Her words were like daggers, stabbing exactly where it hurt the most although it was worth mentioning that this was a behaviour taught to her by her maternal grandmother. If her mother protected her well, she would have never acquired such hateful skill in the first place.
And so, thanks to the cruel words, her mother delivered all the ingredients and the phial to her doorstep and even promised not to interrupt her once the time came. She would be most likely at work most of the time anyway so Eun-ji wasn’t worried. The safe space she had chosen, was an abandoned stone house on the hill behind her house. It was actually in a good state but there were rumors that the place was haunted so nobody ever went there. Well Eun-ji knew better. No matter the eerie atmosphere, when Ye-jun still lived in Chester, the two of them liked to hide in there precisely because no one would look for them there. And even after he moved away, the Ravenclaw still occasionally sought refuge there. Honestly, it was a perfect place. The hill would be bathed in moonlight, it was close to her home, yet nobody would disturb her there. This was precisely why she wanted to do this over summer rather than school year.
At last, the first full moon came and Eun-ji carefully placed the mandrake leaf in her mouth. She practiced for this for a long time but she couldn’t deny being nervous anyway. Just one mistake and she’d have to start all over. Still, it turned out the practice had paid off. The month was still difficult to get through but the struggle was familiar to her and sometimes she could almost forget there was a foreign object stuck in her mouth. The Ravenclaw relaxed then started to grow nervous again once the next full moon started approaching. She was looking forward to spitting the leaf out but she worried about the weather. There was nothing she could do to make sure it wouldn’t be raining on that day. Thankfully, Professor Iwasaki’s guidance proved to be helpful and reassuring and when the day of the second full moon came, even though he wasn’t by her side, everything went without a hitch.
The skies were clear and she had her phial, chrysalis of a death's-head hawkmoth and a silver spoon, she had stolen from her grandparents’ house to use on the dew. She also had a small chest to store her potion in afterwards. Sitting by the abandoned house, she was wreathed in moonlight as she carefully spat her mandrake leaf into the vial and followed Marcus’ clear instructions he left her. She added her hair, silvered teaspoon of dew and the chrysalis and put the phial with the finished potion into the small chest then locked it and hidden it in the dark corner of the abandoned house where it would wait for her until the storm came. Yet another part of the process she had no power over. It was frustrating but she tried to think positively. She was almost there.
“Morderd honey, you have to let me know when the storm’s coming okay?” She kissed her cat’s head gently once she returned home. In the past, sailors often took cats on their boats believing they could predict storms. Eun-ji wasn’t sure if it was entirely true but she knew cats were more sensitive to changes in atmospheric pressure and Mordred always seemed to sense when one was coming. It was awfully convenient skill right about now. If he only could summon one as well.
In the end, it turned out waiting for the storm would be the most frustrating part of the process. Eun-ji was starting to worry, she’d have to return to Hogwarts before that happened. Still, numerous dawns and sunsets later, when she dutifully repeated ‘Amato Amino Animato Animagus’ incantation with the tip of her wand placed over her heart, an especially windy day finally came. The witch looked at her feline companion pacing restlessly with a fur standing on his back and she knew it was time.
Without thinking, she ran out of the house and towards the hill. This is it! I did it! She thought gleefully. It was only now that she realised she didn’t even know what she might turn into. She liked all animals, except perhaps those that had more than four legs, and she had special ties to many. It was hard to predict what would happen but she couldn’t wait to find out. Finally, she reached the house and unlocked the chest just as the lightning started. “Amato Amino Animato Animagus.” She repeated the familiar incantation one last time, feeling the air brimming with electricity and hearing her own heart pounding in her ears before finally downing the potion, she took such a great pains to create. With all that was going on outside as well as inside her head, she didn’t even get to taste the it although that was probably a good thing. Potions usually didn’t taste all that great.
And then it happened. When the potion finally disappeared in her stomach, her body immediately started to change and she felt herself…growing bigger? For a moment, Eun-ji actually got scared and closed her eyes. She wasn’t scared often but the unknown always made her nervous. She didn’t know for how long her eyes have been shut but when she finally reopened them again what she saw first were white legs and…hooves? There was also a long wavy mane covering her left side of the neck. I am…a horse. She realized instantly and all of a sudden, everything clicked. Of course she turned into one. It all made sense! Her first favorite movie was Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron. She always adored the story and admired the mustang, who fought so hard for his freedom. She immediately insisted on learning to ride afterwards and although it was just a side hobby due to most of her time being consumed by ballet, she still loved it. Hell, even just watching those magnificent creatures running around was unbelievably calming to her. When her father first took her to a dressage, she was convinced Andalusians could dance just as well as she could. It felt magical before she even knew magic existed. Besides, she couldn’t count how many times she rewatched that movie in the recent years. How much she envied Spirit for getting to run free again. She also felt like she was held prisoner and imagined what it would feel like running across the planes with nobody bothering her….just a wind in her hair…well mane. And now she could! Now she actually could!
WC: 1898
Permission to lightly god mod Professor Marcus Iwasaki was given.
MINISTRY OF MAGIC FILE:
1. Wizard Name: Eun-ji Lee Hunt
2. Animal: Andalusian horse
3. DESCRIPTION: Eun-ji in her Animagus form is a snow-white Andalusian horse (except for her nose, which is black). She has a beautiful long wavy mane and tail. As for her eyes, they are dark brown to the point they almost look black, which is similar to her human form. She is about 155 cm tall and weighs 412 kilograms. A regular size for the mares of this breed. The Andalusian (Pure Spanish Horse) originates from the Iberian Peninsula. They have were extremely popular among the nobility across Europe (especially Spain) for their beauty and strength. Their most common coat color is gray, although they can be found in many other colors as well. They are known for their intelligence, sensitivity and docility.
The Andalusian breed is also known for their athleticism and stamina. In the past, they were used in wars and diplomacy while current Andalusians are used for many equestrian activities, including dressage, show jumping and driving. The breed is also often used in movies for their looks. Their necks are long and broad, running to well-defined withers and a massive chest. They have a short back and broad. The mane and tail are thick and long, but the legs do not have excess feathering.
4. DISTINCTIVE MARKING: Eun-ji, in her horse form is almost entirely snow white in color except for her nose and a black dot on her shoulder that is shaped a bit like a star. This is linked to her unique birthmark Eun-ji has on her shoulder blade in her human form. Her hooves are also slightly cracked in some places as her feet are quite damaged due to years of practicing ballet. She refuses to have them magically healed, as it would be suspicious when training among muggles and she also considers it a proof of her hard work. Though it is not exactly pretty and causes her a slight discomfort here and there, she came to accept it as a part of who she is both in her human and horse form alike.
BUILD:
Size - Huge (2 points)
Skills - Bite (1 point)
Stats = 40 points left
★Stamina 10
★Wisdom 1
★Strength 14
★Accuracy 9
★Evasion 6
Points Spent: 11
5. EXPLANATION: I suppose since her Animagus is horse, her abilities and stats are quite self-explanatory. Horses can’t fly, they don’t have claws and they are not venomous either but their bites definitely hurt. As for the stats, horses are big and strong hence her strength stat being highest. Her Evasion is not super high because while she is probably quick, she is also a big in size and therefore easy target. Her stamina is also high because Andalusians are known for having quite a lot of it. I went for a higher accuracy because they are very trainable and can do a lot of complicated things as part of their equestrian activities/jumping so I’d expect their accuracy to be pretty good.
STATUS: Approved, Opeila 11/09
“There is no evil in sorcery, only in the hearts of men. My request is that you remember this” -Merlin
iNPC: Ye-jun Lee
Animagus Applications and Updates
Name: Jack Burnett
School Year: 6th Year
Link to Ency: Link
Old Stats:
Sta 5 | Eva 7 | Str 3 | Wis 10 | Acc 5
New Stats:
Sta 5 | Eva 10 | Str 3 | Wis 12 | Acc 5
STATUS: Pending, Opeila 11/09
You only get 5 more stat points, please remove one of the 6 you added.
STATUS: Approved, Opeila 15/09
PC: Jack Burnett | iNPC: Ginyami Midorimori
Animagus Applications and Updates
Name: Illowy Magnard
School Year: Seventh Year
Link to your Encyclopedia Thread: X
New Stats: Stamina 10 | Wisdom 9 | Strength 9 | Accuracy 10 | Evasion 12
I was told I was dangerous. When I asked why, they said, "Because you don't need anyone." That's when I smiled.
School Year: Seventh Year
Link to your Encyclopedia Thread: X
New Stats: Stamina 10 | Wisdom 9 | Strength 9 | Accuracy 10 | Evasion 12
Reducio
I realized I hadn't updated my stats since my original ones, so these should be updates to the appropriate amount for Seventh Year.
STATUS: Approved, Cassius, 10 October
I was told I was dangerous. When I asked why, they said, "Because you don't need anyone." That's when I smiled.
Animagus Applications and Updates
School Year: Adult I (Using 7th Year Ability Slot)
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here
Roleplay:
Ministry of Magic File:
1. Wizard Name: Évodie Ndoto Masudi
2. Animal: Serval - Leptailurus serval
3. Description: Évodie's form is that of a slender, medium sized wildcat, standing at approximately 65 cm tall. While her head is small, her ears are large and batlike, and her fur is tan with a black stripes and spots pattern. She has a white chin and underbelly, and dark black eyes.
4. Distinctive Marking: Rather than the standard light colored eyes between green and brown that are typical of servals, Évodie's eyes are a deep brown so dark that the pupils are no longer visible. In addition, she has a large, branching burn scar that spans the width of the top of her front left leg, extending into her chest. As Évodie is especially tall for a woman, so too is her animagus form, which is larger than a female serval tends to be.
Build:
Size: Small (1 point)
Skills: Claws (1 point); Bite (1 point)
Stats:
Stamina 5 (1 point)
Wisdom 0 (0 points)
Strength 10 (2 points)
Accuracy 8 (1 points+3/5 split point)
Evasion 12 (2 points+2/5 split point)
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here
Roleplay:
Reducio
For most, pursuing the animagus ritual stems from either a fervant desire to shapeshift, two have a mastery over two forms, or, for the more introspective, from a desire to more thoroughly know and understand the self. For Évodie, her desire to undertake the ritual was born from neither of these. Rather, it had been hard for her parents and extended family
to understand her decision to stay in Uagadou's General Studies track when her talents so clearly lied in Transfiguration. Self-Transfiguration was a well-trodden and well-respected course of study, for both her family and for Uagadou at large, and so with her talent in the discipline, it had simply been assumed that she would continue on in studying it.
Her desires had lied elsewhere, though, in tombs and crypts, in pyramids and cellars, at home and abroad. To be good at something wasn't to love it; she craved travel and puzzles, and the satisfaction of a job well done when a tricky curse was finally broken. So, she continued on in the track that would best allow her to pursue her vision.
She was a stubborn thing, though, and a perfectionist to boot. The idea that anyone thought her rejection of Self-Transfiguration anything less than a choice she'd made of her own volition was a maddening one, and the desire to prove herself perfectly capable of the feat was a strong one. Thus, she elected to pursue the art alone, determined to achieve mastery of it on top of her other course work.
Her aunt had been a Professor at the time, and with her blessing and tutelage, she spent much of her free time in her 6th yearr preparing for the process. In the early months of her 7th year she finally began, with the first step of the ritual being a humbling one. From the full moon in October to the following one in November, she dutifully kept a mandrake leaf under her tongue, enduring the difficulties of eating and casting with all the grace she could muster. It helped that, with so many resources being devoted to Self-Transfiguration at Uagadou, she was hardly alone in her quest, to the extent that there were special meal options available to upper-year students who ardently desired to chew as little as possible.
Once the lunar cycle had passed, she and her aunt made their way out with the other hopefuls, and with the luck of a cloudless sky on her side, Évodie spit the now rather decrepit leaf into a phial under the light of the ever-watchful moon. Not inclined to pull out her own hair then and there - she'd always been forced to bear the curse of a sensitive scalp - she'd come prepared, and carefully added the hair she'd snipped that morning. The dew she'd gathered the week before had been kept safe and secure in the music box she'd been gifted from her mother; it too went into the phial, a delicately measured teaspoon delivered by a silver spoon. The chrysalis of a death's-head hawkmoth had been remarkably easy to procure, compared to what animagus hopefuls from other schools had to endure; Uagadou produced dozens of Self-Transfiguration graduates every year, and the necessary chrysalis was as simple to procure as a note from your advisor. Into the phial it went, whole and uncrushed. And reminder that, for all this process may have been about pride and achievement for her, it was still, at it's core, about transformation and becoming. She was come out of the other end different, changed down to the very core of her.
The phial would spend months in her music box, stowed underneath her dorm bed for good measure. They would not get an electrical storm until late March, and for one hundred and twenty two days, at every dawn and every sunset, Évodie would painstakingly repeat the ritual's chant, tip of her wand pressed to her heart, until it started to feel like worship: "Amato Amino Animato Animagus." It was long, arduous exercise in diligence and patience that not all of the animagus hopefuls that year were able to endure.
When the storm finally came, word of it moved like wildfire through the school, with each hopeful lining up at the Last Quarter Gate to be escorted out into the tempest. Her first choice of location - a drum tree that her parents had carved their names into when they'd been in school - had been thoroughly vetoed by her aunt, as standing under a tree in a storm was a fantastic way to get electrocuted. Instead, she'd found a secluded area around a quarter of a mile from the meetup point, with a rocky outcrop just large enough to provide some protection underneath. For the last time, she recited the incantation - "Amato Amino Animato Animagus" - before downing the potion, gagging inelegantly at the taste.
One minute she is chugging the potion, all her hopes and fears coalescing into this one sacred moment, and in the next that she can remember, she is something else. There is a re-birth in there somewhere between point a and point b, a brief moment where she is woman and animal both, a moment that is both physical and emotionally draining, but when she tries to focus on it, it's fuzzy and distant. She wobbles out of her little alcove, struggling to contend with far too many limbs for one person to manage.
She knows she is supposed to be going somewhere, but she can't remember where. She finds herself running on instinct, almost as soon as she is able to remain upright. It isn't until her aunt comes to find her and return her to the group that she comes back to herself. What she did during the first few solitary hours of her transformation is lost to her; she doesn't even see herself the first time, that privilege comes later. It is the others who tell her what she has become: a serval.
Elegant and solitary, it's a creature that understands the value of hard work and patience, remaining entirely motionless for up to fifteen minutes as it lies in wait for it's prey. While her goal was the process rather than the animal itself, she finds that she grows a kinship with it, both with the creature itself as well as with the long history of Uagadou animagi that she now carries with her. In the following years, as she leaves her home continent entirely in dedication to her craft, she finds herself turning to her serval form often: a piece of home and community that she carries with her. Well, she supposes. Perhaps that's something worth keeping a mandrake leaf in your mouth for.
to understand her decision to stay in Uagadou's General Studies track when her talents so clearly lied in Transfiguration. Self-Transfiguration was a well-trodden and well-respected course of study, for both her family and for Uagadou at large, and so with her talent in the discipline, it had simply been assumed that she would continue on in studying it.
Her desires had lied elsewhere, though, in tombs and crypts, in pyramids and cellars, at home and abroad. To be good at something wasn't to love it; she craved travel and puzzles, and the satisfaction of a job well done when a tricky curse was finally broken. So, she continued on in the track that would best allow her to pursue her vision.
She was a stubborn thing, though, and a perfectionist to boot. The idea that anyone thought her rejection of Self-Transfiguration anything less than a choice she'd made of her own volition was a maddening one, and the desire to prove herself perfectly capable of the feat was a strong one. Thus, she elected to pursue the art alone, determined to achieve mastery of it on top of her other course work.
Her aunt had been a Professor at the time, and with her blessing and tutelage, she spent much of her free time in her 6th yearr preparing for the process. In the early months of her 7th year she finally began, with the first step of the ritual being a humbling one. From the full moon in October to the following one in November, she dutifully kept a mandrake leaf under her tongue, enduring the difficulties of eating and casting with all the grace she could muster. It helped that, with so many resources being devoted to Self-Transfiguration at Uagadou, she was hardly alone in her quest, to the extent that there were special meal options available to upper-year students who ardently desired to chew as little as possible.
Once the lunar cycle had passed, she and her aunt made their way out with the other hopefuls, and with the luck of a cloudless sky on her side, Évodie spit the now rather decrepit leaf into a phial under the light of the ever-watchful moon. Not inclined to pull out her own hair then and there - she'd always been forced to bear the curse of a sensitive scalp - she'd come prepared, and carefully added the hair she'd snipped that morning. The dew she'd gathered the week before had been kept safe and secure in the music box she'd been gifted from her mother; it too went into the phial, a delicately measured teaspoon delivered by a silver spoon. The chrysalis of a death's-head hawkmoth had been remarkably easy to procure, compared to what animagus hopefuls from other schools had to endure; Uagadou produced dozens of Self-Transfiguration graduates every year, and the necessary chrysalis was as simple to procure as a note from your advisor. Into the phial it went, whole and uncrushed. And reminder that, for all this process may have been about pride and achievement for her, it was still, at it's core, about transformation and becoming. She was come out of the other end different, changed down to the very core of her.
The phial would spend months in her music box, stowed underneath her dorm bed for good measure. They would not get an electrical storm until late March, and for one hundred and twenty two days, at every dawn and every sunset, Évodie would painstakingly repeat the ritual's chant, tip of her wand pressed to her heart, until it started to feel like worship: "Amato Amino Animato Animagus." It was long, arduous exercise in diligence and patience that not all of the animagus hopefuls that year were able to endure.
When the storm finally came, word of it moved like wildfire through the school, with each hopeful lining up at the Last Quarter Gate to be escorted out into the tempest. Her first choice of location - a drum tree that her parents had carved their names into when they'd been in school - had been thoroughly vetoed by her aunt, as standing under a tree in a storm was a fantastic way to get electrocuted. Instead, she'd found a secluded area around a quarter of a mile from the meetup point, with a rocky outcrop just large enough to provide some protection underneath. For the last time, she recited the incantation - "Amato Amino Animato Animagus" - before downing the potion, gagging inelegantly at the taste.
One minute she is chugging the potion, all her hopes and fears coalescing into this one sacred moment, and in the next that she can remember, she is something else. There is a re-birth in there somewhere between point a and point b, a brief moment where she is woman and animal both, a moment that is both physical and emotionally draining, but when she tries to focus on it, it's fuzzy and distant. She wobbles out of her little alcove, struggling to contend with far too many limbs for one person to manage.
She knows she is supposed to be going somewhere, but she can't remember where. She finds herself running on instinct, almost as soon as she is able to remain upright. It isn't until her aunt comes to find her and return her to the group that she comes back to herself. What she did during the first few solitary hours of her transformation is lost to her; she doesn't even see herself the first time, that privilege comes later. It is the others who tell her what she has become: a serval.
Elegant and solitary, it's a creature that understands the value of hard work and patience, remaining entirely motionless for up to fifteen minutes as it lies in wait for it's prey. While her goal was the process rather than the animal itself, she finds that she grows a kinship with it, both with the creature itself as well as with the long history of Uagadou animagi that she now carries with her. In the following years, as she leaves her home continent entirely in dedication to her craft, she finds herself turning to her serval form often: a piece of home and community that she carries with her. Well, she supposes. Perhaps that's something worth keeping a mandrake leaf in your mouth for.
Ministry of Magic File:
1. Wizard Name: Évodie Ndoto Masudi
2. Animal: Serval - Leptailurus serval
3. Description: Évodie's form is that of a slender, medium sized wildcat, standing at approximately 65 cm tall. While her head is small, her ears are large and batlike, and her fur is tan with a black stripes and spots pattern. She has a white chin and underbelly, and dark black eyes.
4. Distinctive Marking: Rather than the standard light colored eyes between green and brown that are typical of servals, Évodie's eyes are a deep brown so dark that the pupils are no longer visible. In addition, she has a large, branching burn scar that spans the width of the top of her front left leg, extending into her chest. As Évodie is especially tall for a woman, so too is her animagus form, which is larger than a female serval tends to be.
Build:
Size: Small (1 point)
Skills: Claws (1 point); Bite (1 point)
Stats:
Stamina 5 (1 point)
Wisdom 0 (0 points)
Strength 10 (2 points)
Accuracy 8 (1 points+3/5 split point)
Evasion 12 (2 points+2/5 split point)
Status: Approved, Dusana, 25 October
Andrew Vance
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Mandrake leaf, phial, silver teaspoon, death's-head hawkmoth chrysalis. All these, Andrew had gotten lucky at Diagon Alley, via front or backdoor means. Prior to his return to Hogwarts, Andrew had the forethought to secure all the necessary tools and ingredients over the summer, in preparation for his journey to become an Animagus. He, if not his wand, had a penchant for Transfiguration, as one of his easier subjects at Hogwarts, sparking his interest to achieve that which he considered to be the pinnacle of Transfiguration mastery.
Once at Hogwarts, Andrew went to professor and student alike, those versed in the Animagus process and those who had successfully completed it, taking all the help and tips he could get. The planning stage was imperative, to align the right places with the right times. Where to gather the dew, where to store the phial, when the next full moon and thunderstorm would be…
When the full moon came around, Andrew tucked away the mandrake leaf into his mouth. One month of painstaking waiting and near-sleepless nights, on a liquid diet so as to not lose his precious leaf, with a few magical nutrient concoctions to sustain him. Exactly a week before the next predicted full moon, Andrew rose early before dawn, a small linen cloth in hand, to wipe up the dew that had collected on the Castle grounds and even the stone walls themselves (touched by hands, maybe, but certainly not feet, he hoped), squeezing the moisture into a separate phial, which he then stored safe away inside his dorm trunk.
He kept an anxious eye on the weather, relieved by a clear and calm sky at the next full moon. That night, Andrew crept over to nearest opening where the full moon's rays streamed through. Holding the phial up to the moonlight, he spat the mandrake leaf into the phial, adding a plucked strand of his own hair, the death's-head hawkmoth's chrysalis, and a silver teaspoon scoopful of dew. Fortunately the Dungeons provided the perfect environment for him to store the phial's mixture in a dark and quiet nook, conveniently outside his Common Room.
There were no sky-view windows in the Slytherin dorms to help Andrew tell the time of day – or the weather. A few magical reminders being necessary to time his recitation of the twice-daily incantation, while waiting for the next thunderstorm to appear. "Amato Amino Animato Animagus," he said, at every dawn and every sunset, standing ready with the tip of his wand placed over his heart.
One day, the storm clouds gathered. Andrew rushed, retrieving his incubated phial from the Dungeons, and hurried outside to the designated zone, where his final transformation would take place. Pelted by rain and whipped by the wind, he looked up at the gray, swirling heavens. "Amato Amino Animato Animagus," he said. One final prayer, before lifting the phial to his lips.
Fear and excitement of the storm overwhelmed any taste of the mixture, as he gulped it down. What happened next was little more than a blur to Andrew as the world around him grew and shrank, bombarding his senses. Hardly painful than it was confusing, his first transformation had been instantaneous, too intense for Andrew to realize what had happened, by the time he shifted back into Human form. An odd sensation lingered, and he knew, something was different. Something about him had changed. Had the process gone wrong, Andrew doubted he would be feeling as confident as he did now, as he turned to head back to the Castle.
He started to sprint, and the urge to transform took over. Some primal instinct lunged him upward, and Andrew found himself gliding through the air, making a beeline for the Castle in the midst of the ongoing storm. Seek shelter first, study himself later. Andrew glanced at the dark, broad wings by his side, before landing back on his Human feet, on one of the Castle bridges. He could hardly keep the joyful news to himself as he raced back to his Common Room.
He did it! He was an Animagus! A bird for sure, but what kind? A few transformations in front of the mirror had Andrew turning his head and twisting his body every which way to admire and study his new form. He was no bird expert, but he could tell, he was an eagle or hawk or raptor of some sort.
A golden eagle, he was told, after some more acute eyes had studied his form for a bit.
A pleasant surprise. Flattering, really. For a lowly Muggle-born like himself, Andrew didn't think he was anything worthy of such an honor, to be crowned an Animagus form so regal and majestic, that which was an emblem of kings. A boost to his confidence, for sure.
The first thing that crossed his mind was the eagle blazoned on the RAF badge. His Muggle childhood dream of becoming a pilot for the Royal Air Force, something Andrew had been diligently preparing himself for during his three-year absence from Hogwarts. Whether he accomplished this dream or not, he need not overstress it now, for he had already been given his wings as an Animagus, the ultimate freedom of the air.
Perhaps it was a nod to Ravenclaw's mascot, the House he might have been. The eagle and the serpent, a warring conflict between good and evil. A symbol of virtue to the villainous Slytherin within. Power, authority and pride, for better or for worse. The eagle, representative of the heavens, of many a ruler of gods, carried strong religious context, in line with his God-fearing upbringing, liberation from and observance of the world afar. The well of speculation ran endless into the night, as Andrew drifted to sleep.
After the fateful storm had passed, the following day, Andrew took to the skies, having his first flight to truly relax and soak it all in. The Grounds, the Lake, the Castle, the forests and mountains beyond… Nothing felt impossible, with the world so small beneath him. How untouchable he felt, from his throne in the sky. Whatever challenge awaited him at Hogwarts, he was ready. Nothing would stop him from reaching the finish line, now.
Once at Hogwarts, Andrew went to professor and student alike, those versed in the Animagus process and those who had successfully completed it, taking all the help and tips he could get. The planning stage was imperative, to align the right places with the right times. Where to gather the dew, where to store the phial, when the next full moon and thunderstorm would be…
When the full moon came around, Andrew tucked away the mandrake leaf into his mouth. One month of painstaking waiting and near-sleepless nights, on a liquid diet so as to not lose his precious leaf, with a few magical nutrient concoctions to sustain him. Exactly a week before the next predicted full moon, Andrew rose early before dawn, a small linen cloth in hand, to wipe up the dew that had collected on the Castle grounds and even the stone walls themselves (touched by hands, maybe, but certainly not feet, he hoped), squeezing the moisture into a separate phial, which he then stored safe away inside his dorm trunk.
He kept an anxious eye on the weather, relieved by a clear and calm sky at the next full moon. That night, Andrew crept over to nearest opening where the full moon's rays streamed through. Holding the phial up to the moonlight, he spat the mandrake leaf into the phial, adding a plucked strand of his own hair, the death's-head hawkmoth's chrysalis, and a silver teaspoon scoopful of dew. Fortunately the Dungeons provided the perfect environment for him to store the phial's mixture in a dark and quiet nook, conveniently outside his Common Room.
There were no sky-view windows in the Slytherin dorms to help Andrew tell the time of day – or the weather. A few magical reminders being necessary to time his recitation of the twice-daily incantation, while waiting for the next thunderstorm to appear. "Amato Amino Animato Animagus," he said, at every dawn and every sunset, standing ready with the tip of his wand placed over his heart.
One day, the storm clouds gathered. Andrew rushed, retrieving his incubated phial from the Dungeons, and hurried outside to the designated zone, where his final transformation would take place. Pelted by rain and whipped by the wind, he looked up at the gray, swirling heavens. "Amato Amino Animato Animagus," he said. One final prayer, before lifting the phial to his lips.
Fear and excitement of the storm overwhelmed any taste of the mixture, as he gulped it down. What happened next was little more than a blur to Andrew as the world around him grew and shrank, bombarding his senses. Hardly painful than it was confusing, his first transformation had been instantaneous, too intense for Andrew to realize what had happened, by the time he shifted back into Human form. An odd sensation lingered, and he knew, something was different. Something about him had changed. Had the process gone wrong, Andrew doubted he would be feeling as confident as he did now, as he turned to head back to the Castle.
He started to sprint, and the urge to transform took over. Some primal instinct lunged him upward, and Andrew found himself gliding through the air, making a beeline for the Castle in the midst of the ongoing storm. Seek shelter first, study himself later. Andrew glanced at the dark, broad wings by his side, before landing back on his Human feet, on one of the Castle bridges. He could hardly keep the joyful news to himself as he raced back to his Common Room.
He did it! He was an Animagus! A bird for sure, but what kind? A few transformations in front of the mirror had Andrew turning his head and twisting his body every which way to admire and study his new form. He was no bird expert, but he could tell, he was an eagle or hawk or raptor of some sort.
A golden eagle, he was told, after some more acute eyes had studied his form for a bit.
A pleasant surprise. Flattering, really. For a lowly Muggle-born like himself, Andrew didn't think he was anything worthy of such an honor, to be crowned an Animagus form so regal and majestic, that which was an emblem of kings. A boost to his confidence, for sure.
The first thing that crossed his mind was the eagle blazoned on the RAF badge. His Muggle childhood dream of becoming a pilot for the Royal Air Force, something Andrew had been diligently preparing himself for during his three-year absence from Hogwarts. Whether he accomplished this dream or not, he need not overstress it now, for he had already been given his wings as an Animagus, the ultimate freedom of the air.
Perhaps it was a nod to Ravenclaw's mascot, the House he might have been. The eagle and the serpent, a warring conflict between good and evil. A symbol of virtue to the villainous Slytherin within. Power, authority and pride, for better or for worse. The eagle, representative of the heavens, of many a ruler of gods, carried strong religious context, in line with his God-fearing upbringing, liberation from and observance of the world afar. The well of speculation ran endless into the night, as Andrew drifted to sleep.
After the fateful storm had passed, the following day, Andrew took to the skies, having his first flight to truly relax and soak it all in. The Grounds, the Lake, the Castle, the forests and mountains beyond… Nothing felt impossible, with the world so small beneath him. How untouchable he felt, from his throne in the sky. Whatever challenge awaited him at Hogwarts, he was ready. Nothing would stop him from reaching the finish line, now.
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Ministry of Magic File
1. Wizard Name: Andrew Vance
2. Animal: European golden eagle (Aquila chrysaetos chrysaetos)
3. Description: A medium sized male, weighing 8.6 pounds and a wingspan of 6 feet, 8 inches. As one of the paler European species, Andrew's feathers are a light chocolate brown with a rich golden nape, devoid of any white marking, displaying a more uniform golden brown color that is particularly eye-fetching. His eyes are a light golden yellow.
4. Distinctive Marking: Dark brown crescent-shaped markings above his eyes, resembling Human eyebrows
Building Animagus Form
Size: Small [1]
Skills: Flight [2], Claws 1 [1], Bite [1]
Stat Allocation: [25]: Wisdom 7 ⟡ Stamina 2 ⟡ Strength 3 ⟡ Accuracy 9 ⟡ Evasion 4
Total Points Used: 10
Explanation: Flight, obviously, as eagles can fly. They have a sharp beak (bite) and talons (claws). Golden eagles are raptors with very keen eyes, hence heightened wisdom and accuracy to reflect their hunting prowess. Opted for low stamina and strength due to their "small" size, being less physically strong and durable in combat against larger foes, as well as lower evasion since they are large birds and not as agile as smaller creatures, especially when forced to maneuver on foot or in close quarters.
Status: Approved, Dusana, 11 November