Old
Some might call Agata a mature child, and she was (she thought so anyway) but really it was just that she had a hard time letting people in. Whether it was because she grew up in a magical household and took the secret keeping a little too seriously, her parents often joking with tourists about Inca magic remaining around the city, or the fact she was the only child of seven to be still at home, one would never know. All they would be able to say is that it was hard to get close to the tall, lanky girl. She doesn't like talking to others without cause, unless she knows them..

New
The perfect example of being the youngest child, Agata had always been given what she asked for. She is often demanding and temperamental, her emotions shining through in bouts of heightened time. She has a passion for science - astrology and potion making being her favourite, and loves to use these interests to dazzle and astonish her community.

She has a deep rooted sense for her family and an unwavering connection to her community, both the muggle and magical aspects and loves spending time with them both. Agata finds joy in life's simple pleasures, like sharing meals with family, playing traditional Peruvian music on her familys' piano, or stargazing on clear nights. She believes that happiness can be found wherever you are.

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[quote][center][b]Stats:[/b][/center]
[center] Sta 10 | Eva 7 | Str 6 | Wis 7 | Arc 5 | Acc 12
[url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=737521#p737521](+1 from duelling)[/url], [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=775004#p775004](+1 from quidditch)[/url][/center]
[center][b]Abilities:[/b][/center]
[quote][b]Fearless[/b]
[reducio]She’d never been one to look for danger but there was always something dangerous about living in the ancient city of Cusco, Peru. Of being surrounded by jungle and mountains and ancient cracking temples. Growing up, her parents had always warned her about where she should go and where to avoid, but having spent the last nearly 11 years walking the city, Agata didn’t feel the usual caution or fear that she saw in others. Especially the tourists. They were everywhere. Roaming around the streets in wonder. But to her this was home. And it always would be.  

Gallivanting around the city with her siblings was always the best part of her day. Now that they were away at school, Agata was on her lonesome. She’d been used to it of course in some way. The youngest of seven, she’d been left to her own devices many times by her parents who were too busy running their plant shop to truly look after her. They specialised in muggle and magical plants, providing anyone with ingredients for whatever they may need. Her siblings at first at cared for her, but as she got older and they left for Castelobruxo, they too left her to her own devices. In the end, she’d spent days exploring the ruins of Machu Picchu, taking the train by herself, and climbing, albeit secretly, the ruins to explore. 

She’d even come across sun bears and pumas when walking the ruins in the early mornings. Instead of the rush of fear one would expect at seeing such magnificent beasts, she’d only felt respect and admiration for them. She quietly snuck out of their way, heading towards a different part of the terraced gardens, leaving the animals to themselves. Although she didn’t fear them, she wasn’t stupid. It would be best to leave them alone.  

The adventures hadn’t stopped in Machu Picchu. When she was still in Cusco, on days where her mother forbid her from exploring, she’d help in the shop. Her mother would always send her on errands, either delivering packages or getting them for the shop. It was one of her favourite pastimes, and had been for years. She’d been braving the streets doing these errands without assistance for over 5 years now, and felt comfortable in walking the criss-crossing, star-aligning streets by herself without help. She always waved and smiled at her neighbours, not bothered by the sedate llamas or busy cars.[/reducio][/quote]
[quote][b]Potion Mastery[/b]
[reducio]She’d been stuck helping her parents in the shop over the Summer. After what had ended up in a disastrous exploration of the European continent and what the British termed, the best school ever (insert eye roll here), her parents had basically kept her holed up inside. Being the youngest, her parents coddled her like a baby, always making sure she was well and wasn’t in pain. She was sick of it. She had paid her older siblings to do her chores for her basically everyday so she could escape.

She didn’t go far. Just around to the next street, into an abandoned building where she had set up her cauldron and supplies on the lower floor. The building had long since been vacated and was a perfect spot to brew potions away from prying eyes. Most of the things she used were her own from school and ingredients weren’t hard to come by either – her parents owned and grew plants for a living. They had numerous magical potion supplies right there for anyone who needed them. Agata wasn’t stealing them, she was borrowing them. Turning them into something useful. They would have been sitting there collecting dust otherwise. It was what she told herself anyway.  

Week after week, she spent sat there in the dusty old decaying building reading her potions textbook. It was after three failed attempts that she’d resorted to asking her older brother Julián for help. He was an adult, more than capable of helping her with the magical spell component of her potions. He’d been suspicious at first, but when she’d explained it was because she wanted to learn more about potions he had agreed. It wasn’t his forte but anything for his youngest sister. Sometimes being the youngest paid off! They’d set about doing it every 3 days or so, when they could both get out of chores and work. She’d collected the ingredients and brewed the potions carefully, making sure every one was the correct colour, consistency and if applicable taste. 

Once the actual brewing had commenced Julián had proposed she make a journal with all her notes. She’d scoffed at the idea at first, but now, 5 weeks in, she was glad to have listened to him. Every time she trialled a new potion, she noted it down. What type of potion it was, what it did to the consumer, what it looked like, smelt like, tasted like. They were all important details that would help her succeed in learning her potions.[/reducio][/quote]
[quote][b]Poison Resistance[/b]
[reducio]There was something about the long break and being free to do as she pleased. It meant she had ample time to collect ingredients with her siblings, play the piano and brew her potions. Not particularly in that order, but as long as she was able to do those things, she was happy.

Bottle after bottle lined her shelves. Some of them were full of liquids and paste, whilst others were nearly empty. She’d become determined over the break to not only master her potions, but be able to tell which was which by a glance or taste. Her parents, not so bewildered to discover that their youngest daughter had a liking for potions, supplied her with the ingredients and spellwork she needed to brew potion after potion. With her stock full, or as full as she could make it, she’d sat down over several afternoons throughout the weeks she had off school to learn and test herself on the tastes of the potions. She was determined to be ready come her third year.

It had come to a head on the last weekend before heading off for ‘school visits’ as she called them. She’d waved off wandering the hills of Cusco with her siblings instead wanting to perfect this last potion test of hers. That was where her mother found her - inside her room, huddled under her study desk. She’d been sitting there all afternoon reading her older brothers potions textbook. Agata had asked her brother, Julián, to brew a potion. She knew she’d been affected by it, but it wasn’t what she thought. 

Her Mother came into the room, a confused look on her face. “Mija (darling), what are you doing on the floor?” She placed the new potion herbs on the table above her daughter, and crouched in front of the befuddled girl. “What’s wrong Mija?” Agata looked up from the book, worn in places and corners folded. “It’s not working Mama,” Agata mumbled. She picked up the potion, handing it to her mother. Her mother looked at it. It was a dizziness potion, beautifully created with a shining orange colour. It didn’t look wrong at all. “What do you mean Mija? It looks fine. Is that why you’re sitting on the floor?” Agata shook her head at her mothers question. “A little, but not really. I was expecting to need to sit, so took the potion sitting down. But I’m not dizzy! Not like I’d expect from a dizziness draught.” She handed the textbook over to her mother. “That’s why I was checking the book. I can’t tell what went wrong.” 

Her mother smiled knowingly. She’d heard of this happening. Placing a hand on her daughters head, she smoothed the chocolate strands back. “It worked Mija. It’s just that your body is tolerant to the potion. Probably due to all the testing you’ve done.” Standing up, she placed the textbook on the table next to the forgotten herbs. She held a hand down to Agata. “Come now. I’m sure your siblings are back from town. Let’s go have something to eat.” Agata smiled affectionately at her Mother, clasping her hand and hauling herself up. Mama was probably right. She’d grown a tolerance to all the potions she’d drunk over the weeks and now it was all in her favour.
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Approved Lear Sept 10

NPC Name: Daniel Tienzo
Link: yoink
Year: Second
Stats: adding +1 to accuracy from PC duelling win

old stats: sta 8 | eva 8 | str 9 | wis 5 | arc 3 | acc 7

new stats: sta 8 | eva 8 | str 9 | wis 5 | arc 3 | acc 8 (+1)
Abilities: The Muggle Condition (453/400)

Reducio

Daniel de Tienzo y Chavez lived a life without magic for a very long time. He was a Muggle-born after all. Muggle-born: the term his classmates used to describe his lineage. Someone who had no relatives with magical abilities. Some days, the term felt like an insult and a blow to his magical capabilities. He was smart! He could cast some spells! But he couldn't doubt that, if he remained in the Muggle world, he might have been happier.

To Daniel, the discovery of magic was less of a revelation and more of an announcement. When one of the Castelobruxo teachers showed up to their house to explain the wizarding world, Daniel just nodded and agreed without much enthusiasm. He still had assignments to do and a basketball practice with his dad. He practised the same drills and shuffled along the court as directed, learning the correct angle and hand placement to shoot the ball into the hoop while still moving and even jumping. Life was good, even if he had to bathe himself and change into proper clothes before sleeping.

Castelobruxo did not have basketball courts on their grounds, or any courts for that matter. The only thing they had was a Quidditch pitch, an open space for the broom racers, and a fire-proof and blast-proof room within the campus for duellists. Daniel's ability to cast was rather weak so duelling was out of the picture. Racing had been on his mind but figured it wouldn't hurt to also check the Quidditch pitch. So, Daniel visited the Quidditch pitch on the first day back of Second Year. First Year had been a trial run of magic; now it was time to get serious.

The tryouts were simple and not many showed up. Finding the snitch was the worst and Daniel just didn't have the eye for such a small object flitting around. Throwing a hard bludger was difficult mostly because he couldn't hit anyone. Daniel hated waiting for nothing at the hoops.

But chasing? Quaffle grabbing? Daniel loved the movement and the contest for the quaffle. For being the youngest, he managed three of the five quaffles and scored two of them. He liked the competition and the thrill of rushing for a quaffle. It reminded him of basketball with dribbling across the court and manoeuvring to keep the quaffle in his possession before scoring. So, Daniel became one of Castelobruxo's chasers and he was happy for that. He didn't even need to cast spells!

The following months, Daniel's wand was hardly in his hand or even his robes, but you could certainly count on him practising down at the Quidditch pitch. It was the closest thing to basketball Daniel could get.

Extracurricular: still remaining as a Quidditch Chaser
Content Changes: N/A
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[quote][b]Is your character a Broom Racer?[/b] NO.
[b]Is your character a Quidditch Player?[/b] YES. (Chaser)
[b]Is your character a Duelist?[/b] NO.

[b]Stats[/b]: sta 8 | eva 8 | str 9 | wis 5 | arc 3 | acc 8
[i]+1 ACC [revelio][url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=850329#p850156]x[/url][/revelio]
[/i]
[b]Abilities[/b]: Charmer (WC: 414/400)
[reducio]Daniel has this natural aura to him. His dad likes to say it may have come from his mixed Filipino and Bolivian genes. After all, Daniel was much taller than the average Filipino boy at his age (again, his mixed genes), had a great singing voice, and had some muscle from playing basketball (both from his Filipino genes). Daniel won the genetic lottery, somehow.

On the weekends, the family would sit on the couch and sing and Daniel would end up singing most of the songs by the end of it. Jimmy Bondoc, Elton John, MYMP, he sang just about anything.

Then came music classes at school. Nothing special. The teacher would get them to pick up an instrument they wanted to learn, spend countless weeks fiddling over strings and keys and, eventually, present a song to the whole class by the end. Daniel picked up the guitar and a few lessons at the piano whenever it was available. Somehow, everyone wanted to play the piano for the final assignment.

He opted out of performing in a group and decided he was confident enough to sing solo. Whenever people came up and asked him how he was doing, he'd play and sing a short segment before his cheeks would heat up and he'd laugh the awkwardness away. What he didn't notice were the stares and quiet whispers he got from his classmates every day.

It soon turned into serenading when many girls at school asked him to play guitar and sing in class. With time, he realised what was happening. He thanked his Filipino father for passing on the genes for a good singing voice.

His fanbase grew when basketball season rolled around. He remembered the first game he ever had where his family and a few other friends showed up. It was normal, nothing crazy. His school won the game and it was announced later in the week. The next game? The crowd grew significantly. Daniel shrugged it off, thinking people were coming since they won their first match. His mother showed him a picture she took with a group of girls who had a banner supporting him. He thought it was funny.

Then the next game's crowd grew, and grew, and grew. He liked to think the team started bringing more people to support, but the amount of banners for him was undeniable. Even the coach took him to the side and asked where he got his fans.

Daniel could only shrug.[/reducio]
The Muggle Condition (453/400)
[reducio]Daniel de Tienzo y Chavez lived a life without magic for a very long time. He was a Muggle-born after all. Muggle-born: the term his classmates used to describe his lineage. Someone who had no relatives with magical abilities. Some days, the term felt like an insult and a blow to his magical capabilities. He was smart! He could cast some spells! But he couldn't doubt that, if he remained in the Muggle world, he might have been happier.

To Daniel, the discovery of magic was less of a revelation and more of an announcement. When one of the Castelobruxo teachers showed up to their house to explain the wizarding world, Daniel just nodded and agreed without much enthusiasm. He still had assignments to do and a basketball practice with his dad. He practised the same drills and shuffled along the court as directed, learning the correct angle and hand placement to shoot the ball into the hoop while still moving and even jumping. Life was good, even if he had to bathe himself and change into proper clothes before sleeping.

Castelobruxo did not have basketball courts on their grounds, or any courts for that matter. The only thing they had was a Quidditch pitch, an open space for the broom racers, and a fire-proof and blast-proof room within the campus for duellists. Daniel's ability to cast was rather weak so duelling was out of the picture. Racing had been on his mind but figured it wouldn't hurt to also check the Quidditch pitch. So, Daniel visited the Quidditch pitch on the first day back of Second Year. First Year had been a trial run of magic; now it was time to get serious.

The tryouts were simple and not many showed up. Finding the snitch was the worst and Daniel just didn't have the eye for such a small object flitting around. Throwing a hard bludger was difficult mostly because he couldn't hit anyone. Daniel hated waiting for nothing at the hoops.

But chasing? Quaffle grabbing? Daniel loved the movement and the contest for the quaffle. For being the youngest, he managed three of the five quaffles and scored two of them. He liked the competition and the thrill of rushing for a quaffle. It reminded him of basketball with dribbling across the court and manoeuvring to keep the quaffle in his possession before scoring. So, Daniel became one of Castelobruxo's chasers and he was happy for that. He didn't even need to cast spells!

The following months, Daniel's wand was hardly in his hand or even his robes, but you could certainly count on him practising down at the Quidditch pitch. It was the closest thing to basketball Daniel could get.
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Approved Mags 10 March 24

Name ║ Azul Coyotl
School ║ Castelobruxo
Year ║ First year
Status ║ Pureblood
Appearance ║ Azul towers over their fellow first year schoolmates and would cast a daunting shadow if not for their lean frame lacking in the soft features of youth. The glowing, soft earthen tone of their skin dappled by umber clusters of freckles provides warmth to their otherwise intimidating countenance. Sunlit pools of amber are framed by thick brows akin to a crow’s wing - dark as pitch and feathered. Azul’s sharp jaw, prominent nose, and high cheekbones are reminiscent of their namesake, the coyotl. Plump rose petal lips soften their angular features and when parted, reveal a slight gap between their front teeth. Delicate strands of ink cascade halfway down their spine with a few stray whisps pooling around thin shoulders. When not in their Castelobruxo uniform, Azul is cloaked in a lavish evergreen robe with gold stitched motifs of geometrical designs and a signature coyotl on the back. Gold studs are stacked along their right ear in the shape of the Canis Majoris constellation and a single gold stud on the helix of the left ear.
Personality ║ Despite being a product of a tumultuous marriage and saddled with the heavy burden of being a firstborn in a wealthy wizarding family, Azul remains unwavering and resilient in the tempest of tragedy and strife. Hardly a natural-born leader, the wix’s courage and innovation was forged through fear of failure and timid beginnings. Steeling themselves against their fears turned out to be a double-edged sword, severing their trust and further isolating the wix from their peers. Very few see the vulnerable side of the austere wix where steadfast loyalty and a nurturing spirit exist, dwarfed by an outward display of apathy and obscured by resentment, mostly towards themself. Azul’s ambitions to further the status of their household stem more from their mother’s insistence than an innate desire. Had fate been kinder, the heir would’ve been free to explore their interest in pursuing a life of renowned cursebreaker without his bloodline weighing on his shoulders.
History ║

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Azul’s ancestral lineage is steeped in ancient, powerful magic that continues to be practiced through the young wix. From their father, Cham, flows the blood of indigenous Maya wixes who were renowned for their healing and prophetic sight. Unlike the scholars of their paternal blood, Azul takes after their Nahua mother, Meztli, an ambitious shaman who draws her power from ancient knowledge shrouded in mystery and corruption. Their father was the third son in an affluent wizarding family, inheriting little more than the adoration of Azul’s paternal grandparents and the freedom of responsibilities. That all quickly changed upon his marriage to Meztli, whose guile easily swayed the benevolent man and allowed her iron grip to constrict the life from the family. A brief and devastating sickness swept away the eldest brother and was soon followed by the disappearance of the middle. With Cham the only remaining son, the heavy title of heir fell into his lap, a weight that would soon crush the meek man. While Cham’s depression secluded him away from the world, Meztli became his unwavering voice and raised their four children, Azul being the eldest.

Azul did not have to suffer from the poverty that plagued their mother in her youth. Instead, the young wix was draped in gold, fine clothing, and never felt the pangs of hunger. Under their mother’s harsh tutelage, Azul was brought up to be the perfect heir - unfaltering and ambitious. Between their father’s absence and a lack of affection from their mother, Azul provided a much needed gentle presence in their younger siblings’ lives, sparing them the emotionally detached childhood the wix had grown up in.

From rigorous studying of magic passed through their maternal line to social etiquette, the soon-to-be Castelobruxo first year curiosity for knowledge was well fed since their first instance of magic at the age of three. In Azul’s youth, their father would occasionally emerge from his depressive stupor to read to the wix in the grand library at the estate. The child’s favorite book was the story of an adventurer who was on a quest to save his beloved tribe from a sickness brought on by the villain. Now that the Azul was older, they could read the book themselves - to an extent. The vibrant watercolor pictures displayed the grand battles in vivid color on the page, entertaining the young wix for hours. The painted scenes had always been static on the book’s yellowed, worn pages until a tiny soldier emerged from the page as if it was a portal. The soldier’s opponent had also lifted from the page, brandishing his sword to challenge the soldier. For the first time, Azul saw the story play out before their eyes, keenly watching the miniature duo commence their duel.

Is your character a Broom Racer? ║ No.
Is your character a Quidditch Player? ║ Yes.
Is your character a Duelist? ║ No.
Stats ║ Sta: 8 Eva: 9 Str: 1 Wis: 4 Arc: 4 Acc: 9
Abilities ║ KEEPER'S CATCH WC: 412

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As a child secluded from the world beyond the daunting ivy-strangled brick walls, Azul was determined to bring it inside somehow. After months of beseeching their mother to bring them a quidditch mentor, their efforts were rewarded with Antonio Cortez, a former keeper of the Mexican National Quidditch team. Azul initially snubbed their mentor, preferring a younger, successful keeper to the frail man in front of them. The wix soon learned that they had underestimated the old man and his teachings, finding themselves pushed to physical and mental limits.

“Relying solely on magic is foolish. You must learn to use your surroundings and study your opponents.”

Whoosh!

Azul heard the quaffle ball hiss by their left ear and with a muffled thump, land softly into the grass. The wix turned to glare at the elderly quidditch mentor who had uttered his wisdom before sending the spinning projectile at their head. They were met with a mischievous grin, the missing teeth evidence of the elderly man’s prior experience in the flying sport.

Whizzz!

Another quaffle was sent Azul’s way, this time to the right where it grazed against their cheek before rebounding off the brick wall of the courtyard. The wix muttered a curse under their breath as they steadied themselves on their broom, brushing off the surprise as quickly as it had fallen upon them. Heeding their mentor’s prior wisdom, Azul studied the elder’s stance and beginning wand movements as the quaffle returned to the air. As soon as Antonio’s wand drifted to the right to send another quaffle their way, Azul lurched suddenly to the left, their gloved hand outstretched to catch the ball as it soared in an arch towards a makeshift goal post. The impact of the ball hitting the glove was almost enough to knock the young wix from their broom, yet their free hand remained anchored to the broom handle and allowed Azul to steady themselves. With the quaffle in their hand, the soon-to-be keeper reared their arm back and flung the quaffle in the direction of their mentor. The old man let out a yelp as the quaffle spun towards his head and dropped to his hobbled knees as quickly as he could.

Thunk.

The quaffle splintered the bark as leather made contact with the old oak tree, showering Azul’s mentor in debris. Antonio met Azul’s arrogant smirk with a grimace as he rubbed his sore knees, “well I suppose that’s the end of today’s lesson.”

APPROVED - Marcus, April 2

PENDING -
Blood Status: Just to clarify, you cannot create a Caribbean or North American student who is muggleborn. But the school accepts students from Castelobruxo accepts all students from South America and Central America, and students from North America and the Caribbean per application. Could you please add something clarifying where Pedro is from and if you wanted him to be Caribbean or North American then he cannot be muggleborn - perhaps into the history or appearance, wherever would make sense.

In addition, just to let you know, you are able to apply for a second ability if you would like to. You don't have to do this right now, if you're unsure of what to pick. However, I just wanted to let you know you can either add one into this post or apply for a second ability before 30th June for it to be checked in this round of applications. Otherwise you'll have to wait for it to be reopened down the line. - Hjørdis

Approved June 7 (Lear)

To clarify, muggle condition does not give you +3 to all accuracy rolls, mugle condition gives you +3 accuracy on non-magical attacks and actions.

Link to new encyclopedia

PENDING -
History: Since it's a complicated history, can you also add more details about her adopted family? For instance - Family name (as you've said it isn't Murillo), who are her new guardians, where do they live, any siblings, when was she adopted and how does she feel etc.

We also need a first instance of magic, which could perhaps serve as an explanation as to why none of the muggles saw her do magic if that's what you're suggesting here.

Muggle Condition: You've mentioned her preferring things the muggle way but could you expand in this application itself as to why she does (i.e. growing up with a muggle family / possibly getting fiom late etc).

Chasers Interception: Please remove mentions of being first-string because this isn't guaranteed. Ideally, expand on the training she did, how she got this skill and how she became faster as the majority of the words are currently about her birth parents (which should be in the history section).

- Hjørdis (7th June)

APPROVED - Hjørdis (20th June)

NPC Name: Daniel Tienzo
Link: yoink
Year: Third (graduation time!)
Stats: +3 to evasion, +2 to accuracy
old stats: sta 8 | eva 8 | str 9 | wis 5 | arc 3 | acc 8

new stats: sta 8 | eva 11 | str 9 | wis 5 | arc 3 | acc 10
Abilities: Foulplay (415/400)

Reducio

As an oldest child, Daniel followed rules. If he didn’t, there would be so much yelling and maybe a slipper to the face. But that was at home. On the basketball court, rules could be manipulated depending on your objective and that was a philosophy Daniel would take to the grave. Daniel was known for taunting the other team, usually before the game so that it wouldn’t count as a technical foul, but there were times when the heat of the moment got to him and started yelling. Daniel thought taunts were a stupid thing to get yellow card-ed for, but he wasn’t going to argue with the referee. He was also quite physical on the court, pushing through people while dribbling. It took less work than manoeuvring out of the way and cost less time-wise, too. Of course, the referees and rule lawyers didn’t agree with him. The first few times he’d done so, the referee had given him a yellow card for reckless play. A personal foul. That had cost his team the ball.

His coach hadn’t condoned it but did tell Daniel, “you need to be more careful about it.”

If he wanted to push through players, he would need to make it look like it was their fault. Daniel would have to look scared and be shocked by the sudden contact. If someone was coming towards him, he needed to extend his body in a way that suggested he was dodging the contact and thus was a foul on the opponent’s end. He was sloppy in the first few games of trying it out, tripping over his own feet and holding the ball too long. Being a cheater wasn’t going to happen overnight.

Slowly, he got better at deception. It came to a point where the opponents were getting called out on personal and technical fouls, calling Daniel all sorts of accusatory names. A bad player; a cheater; a dishonest man. Yeah, maybe he was being a bad player, but it was just a game of basketball. Why did it need to be so important if he cheated? If they wanted to beat him, they would have to outsmart him. Daniel knew that. So he played smarter.

Daniel thought of Quidditch as basketball but on brooms and hundreds of feet in the air. The philosophy of cheating wasn’t any different, however. If they couldn’t see you, if you were more careful, then who’s to say you didn’t play a fair game?

Extracurricular: still remaining as a Quidditch Chaser
Content Changes: Daniel's baby sister that was due in the summer is now finally born! Her name is Valentina de Tienzo y Chavez.
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[quote][b]Is your character a Broom Racer?[/b] NO.
[b]Is your character a Quidditch Player?[/b] YES. (Chaser)
[b]Is your character a Duelist?[/b] NO.

[b]Stats[/b]: sta 8 | eva 11 | str 9 | wis 5 | arc 3 | acc 10
[i]+1 ACC [revelio][url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=850329#p850156]x[/url][/revelio]
[/i]
[b]Abilities[/b]: Charmer (WC: 414/400)
[reducio]Daniel has this natural aura to him. His dad likes to say it may have come from his mixed Filipino and Bolivian genes. After all, Daniel was much taller than the average Filipino boy at his age (again, his mixed genes), had a great singing voice, and had some muscle from playing basketball (both from his Filipino genes). Daniel won the genetic lottery, somehow.

On the weekends, the family would sit on the couch and sing and Daniel would end up singing most of the songs by the end of it. Jimmy Bondoc, Elton John, MYMP, he sang just about anything.

Then came music classes at school. Nothing special. The teacher would get them to pick up an instrument they wanted to learn, spend countless weeks fiddling over strings and keys and, eventually, present a song to the whole class by the end. Daniel picked up the guitar and a few lessons at the piano whenever it was available. Somehow, everyone wanted to play the piano for the final assignment.

He opted out of performing in a group and decided he was confident enough to sing solo. Whenever people came up and asked him how he was doing, he'd play and sing a short segment before his cheeks would heat up and he'd laugh the awkwardness away. What he didn't notice were the stares and quiet whispers he got from his classmates every day.

It soon turned into serenading when many girls at school asked him to play guitar and sing in class. With time, he realised what was happening. He thanked his Filipino father for passing on the genes for a good singing voice.

His fanbase grew when basketball season rolled around. He remembered the first game he ever had where his family and a few other friends showed up. It was normal, nothing crazy. His school won the game and it was announced later in the week. The next game? The crowd grew significantly. Daniel shrugged it off, thinking people were coming since they won their first match. His mother showed him a picture she took with a group of girls who had a banner supporting him. He thought it was funny.

Then the next game's crowd grew, and grew, and grew. He liked to think the team started bringing more people to support, but the amount of banners for him was undeniable. Even the coach took him to the side and asked where he got his fans.

Daniel could only shrug.[/reducio]
The Muggle Condition (453/400)
[reducio]Daniel de Tienzo y Chavez lived a life without magic for a very long time. He was a Muggle-born after all. Muggle-born: the term his classmates used to describe his lineage. Someone who had no relatives with magical abilities. Some days, the term felt like an insult and a blow to his magical capabilities. He was smart! He could cast some spells! But he couldn't doubt that, if he remained in the Muggle world, he might have been happier.

To Daniel, the discovery of magic was less of a revelation and more of an announcement. When one of the Castelobruxo teachers showed up to their house to explain the wizarding world, Daniel just nodded and agreed without much enthusiasm. He still had assignments to do and a basketball practice with his dad. He practised the same drills and shuffled along the court as directed, learning the correct angle and hand placement to shoot the ball into the hoop while still moving and even jumping. Life was good, even if he had to bathe himself and change into proper clothes before sleeping.

Castelobruxo did not have basketball courts on their grounds, or any courts for that matter. The only thing they had was a Quidditch pitch, an open space for the broom racers, and a fire-proof and blast-proof room within the campus for duellists. Daniel's ability to cast was rather weak so duelling was out of the picture. Racing had been on his mind but figured it wouldn't hurt to also check the Quidditch pitch. So, Daniel visited the Quidditch pitch on the first day back of Second Year. First Year had been a trial run of magic; now it was time to get serious.

The tryouts were simple and not many showed up. Finding the snitch was the worst and Daniel just didn't have the eye for such a small object flitting around. Throwing a hard bludger was difficult mostly because he couldn't hit anyone. Daniel hated waiting for nothing at the hoops.

But chasing? Quaffle grabbing? Daniel loved the movement and the contest for the quaffle. For being the youngest, he managed three of the five quaffles and scored two of them. He liked the competition and the thrill of rushing for a quaffle. It reminded him of basketball with dribbling across the court and manoeuvring to keep the quaffle in his possession before scoring. So, Daniel became one of Castelobruxo's chasers and he was happy for that. He didn't even need to cast spells!

The following months, Daniel's wand was hardly in his hand or even his robes, but you could certainly count on him practising down at the Quidditch pitch. It was the closest thing to basketball Daniel could get.
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Foulplay (415/400)
[reducio]As an oldest child, Daniel followed rules. If he didn’t, there would be so much yelling and maybe a slipper to the face. But that was at home. On the basketball court, rules could be manipulated depending on your objective and that was a philosophy Daniel would take to the grave. Daniel was known for taunting the other team, usually before the game so that it wouldn’t count as a technical foul, but there were times when the heat of the moment got to him and started yelling. Daniel thought taunts were a stupid thing to get yellow card-ed for, but he wasn’t going to argue with the referee. He was also quite physical on the court, pushing through people while dribbling. It took less work than manoeuvring out of the way and cost less time-wise, too. Of course, the referees and rule lawyers didn’t agree with him. The first few times he’d done so, the referee had given him a yellow card for reckless play. A personal foul. That had cost his team the ball.

His coach hadn’t condoned it but did tell Daniel, “you need to be more careful about it.”

If he wanted to push through players, he would need to make it look like it was their fault. Daniel would have to look scared and be shocked by the sudden contact. If someone was coming towards him, he needed to extend his body in a way that suggested he was dodging the contact and thus was a foul on the opponent’s end. He was sloppy in the first few games of trying it out, tripping over his own feet and holding the ball too long. Being a cheater wasn’t going to happen overnight.

Slowly, he got better at deception. It came to a point where the opponents were getting called out on personal and technical fouls, calling Daniel all sorts of accusatory names. A bad player; a cheater; a dishonest man. Yeah, maybe he was being a bad player, but it was just a game of basketball. Why did it need to be so important if he cheated? If they wanted to beat him, they would have to outsmart him. Daniel knew that. So he played smarter.

Daniel thought of Quidditch as basketball but on brooms and hundreds of feet in the air. The philosophy of cheating wasn’t any different, however. If they couldn’t see you, if you were more careful, then who’s to say you didn’t play a fair game?[/reducio][/quote]

Approved June 7 (Lear)

A L P H O N S E---J A H S E H---T O U S S A I N T

Name: Alphonse J. Toussaint.
School: Castelobruxo.
Year: Second.
Status: Wizardborn.
Appearance: Confidence exudes from every facet of the boy, and this is further accentuated by his attention to detail: a short yet well-maintained afro with shaved sides, meticulous skincare, jewelry, consistent workout routine, and crisp, form-fitting garbs of various wizarding and muggle styles. Standing 5'4", Alphonse is brawny and slightly taller than some of his classmates -- nearly at eye level with his mother, his height, dark brown eyes, and sturdiness being few of many traits inherited from his father. According to his mother's sour remarks, Alphonse is not dissimilar to his father in many regards, boasting his strong jaw, lethally charming smile, dimples, pouty and full lips, and smooth, healthy cheeks.

Personality: Not only is Alphonse the spitting image of his father, but his mind is also akin to him, so the boy assumes from his growing list of dissimilarities with his mother. He is described as a high-energy conversationalist, exuding cockiness, arrogant demeanor, and social aptitude that goes without flaw. He is deliberate and maintains a decent sense of most social and various kinds of situations, but Alphonse's deep love of himself begets him to act unapologetically himself even if the situation does not call for it.

History: Born to the shamanic and historic Toussaint genealogy, Alphonse would be a spoiled and deeply proud young boy. The Toussaints, both respectable and ancient, asserted more history through tales shared over generations, though there is little concrete evidence to verify truths from fable; one thing that is for certain is that the Toussaints are among the first of wizarding families to emerge from the island of Hispaniola. Alphonse would be the firstborn son between Armand, a deceased Hit Wizard, and Sarai, Hogwarts Herbology Professor and third daughter from the marriage of his grandparents, Ionna Ortiz and Bamidele "Bami" Toussaint.

Alphonse, his twin brother, Briar, and his mother, Sarai, would live off Haiti's southern coast near Jacmel in a home that sported bountiful gardens, stunning views of the Caribbean coastline, tomes, and trinkets collected and passed down between generations. Their family home would be a short walking distance to their grandparents' village, by whom Alphonse and Briar were partially raised and spent most of their childhood alongside relatives and cousins. As Sarai progressed further in her academic pursuits, the more perilous her plant collection became and the less time her new profession would offer the woman to assume the role of a mother to Alphonse and Briar. Thanks to the aid of their grandparents caring for her progeny, the young girl continued to immerse herself in the study of Ritual Magic and Herbology, believing both practices could be integrated into her expertise as a Herbologist and Healer.

Both the boys would grow rather ignorant about why their mother alienated herself from the rest of the village and the rationale behind Sarai's rather cold and secretive ways. It was not until Alphonse aged that he became privy to rumors surrounding Sarai and his non-existent father, soon thereafter routinely stirring up trouble with his mother for answers. It came as no surprise that Alphonse would receive little response midst his meddling; Sarai preferring to keep the killed-in-action Hit Wizard named Armand and his adultery a secret.

Despite his and his mother’s shaky relationship over the years, Alphonse still had a decent childhood for the most part; Sarai would also become a better and more-available mother between their adolescence leading to Alphonse and Briar’s preteen years, but the boy wouldn’t let her early “shortcomings” as a mother die down. The boy had a penchant for talking back, sports, and landing himself in trouble. His favorite memory, and ironically his first instance of magic, was midst playing a basketball with his cousins; he’d catch the ball thrown to him, but somehow his touch ignited the ball into flames. Adults would swiftly extinguish the crisped and melted ball with a snappy incantation, and to this day, the boy would keep the burnt basketball as some sort of trophy knowing he’d be a legend.

Is your character a Broom Racer? No.
Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes; Chaser.
Is your character a Duelist? No.
Stats: STA: 5 EVA: 10 STR: 10 WIS: 5 ARC: 0 ACC: 10

Abilities: TBD

Approved June 8 (Lear)

Link to encyclopedia: Here

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Keen Eye
[reducio]Growing up in the dense forests of Coroico, Bolivia, Sabrina was lucky enough to develop eyesight so good one might call it keen. Sabrina and her elder sister Catrina would often venture outside to watch the passing birds. This happened often especially after their little brother was born and needed to be tended to. Catrina and Sabrina would spend hours outside, marveling at the colors of the birds that were hard to see among the flora and fauna of their homeland. Sabrina was always the first to spot the birds, even if they had the same dark greens as the trees. "Whoa!" Catrina would gasp when Sabrina declared the birds. "That's a great pair of eyes you have there!" Sabrina cherished these moments with her sister, and as time went on, her advanced eyesight grew better and better. The smallest of movements were easy for the Bolivian witch to see as well as camouflaged colors her sister missed. This gift Sabrina obtained stayed strong even during the time she spent away from school as she recovered from her illness.
"Do you wish to go outside?" her father had asked her on a day Sabrina was starting to regain her strength.
"Outside?" Sabrina had repeated.
"Yes, outside. You can watch those birds you and your sister enjoy."
Sabrina had agreed and the two went out to watch the birds. Suddenly, a huge Scarlet Macaw flew by. "There! Did you see it?" Sabrina had cried, pointing to the sky where the bird flew.
"A Scarlet Macaw! How extraordinary! I'm surprised you saw it; I barely did!" her dad replied.
Several more birds flew by and sang from their trees, and Sabrina spotted each and every one. "There!" she'd yell each time. "Isn't it beautiful?"
Cliff Parakeets, macaws, even the smaller birds like the Masked Antpitta stood no change against Sabrina's superior vision. As Sabrina slowly got better, she went outside more and more like she did when she was younger and continued to watch the trees for the birds. She would routinely use the gift of her keen eyes to forage for different fruits and plants her mother would use to make dinner despite the fact they could prove a challenge to find in the thick forests. Summertime, despite the muggy heat, was prime time for Sabrina's bird watching and food finding hobbies. During the school break, she'd sit for hours and hours to watch the daily avian traffic, aided by her strikingly beautiful olive green eyes that could spot any disturbance in the trees.[/reducio][/left]

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QUIDDITCH PLAYER: NO
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Approved June 8 (Lear)

[ NAME ] Briar S. Toussaint. [ SCHOOL ] Castelobruxo. [ YEAR ] Second. [ STATUS ] Wizardborn.

Pending June 8 (Lear)
I need a papertrail from Sarai that you have permission for this character. Owl sent.

APPROVED - 20th June (Hjørdis)
Edit - Owled to ask for a First Instance of Magic since that was missed

[b]Is your character a Broom Racer?[/b] YES
[b]Is your character a Quidditch Player?[/b] NO
[b]Is your character a Duelist?[/b] NO
[b]Stats:[/b] STA 7 | EVA 10 | STR 10 | WIS 8 | ARC 1 | ACC 12 [revelio]Wins: [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=827318#p827318]⊛[/url][url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=879944#p879944]⊛[/url][url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=925022#p925022]⊛[/url][/revelio]
[b]Abilities:[/b]
1. Perfectionist (411/400)[reducio]Javier really enjoyed his first month in Castelobruxo, his new school. He learnt so many things in school. Before his enrollment in Castelobruxo, he didn't know that he was a wizard. But later after his first instance of magic, his mother told him that he was a wizard like her. It confused him for some moments until a macaw brought him a letter from the school on Carnival's day. He was very excited when receiving the letter.

He asked his mother to tell him about Castelobruxo. His mom, Sophia, told him everything, from how to go to the school until what activities she had done there. Javier was fascinated by the story his mother told. After that, he fully accepted that he was a wizard and couldn't wait to go to the Castelobruxo. 

His days in school were very great. He made many friends and enjoyed his classes. And he actually did great in many classes. One day, he was in Charms class. The professor taught the students about Dancing Feet Spell, a very fun spell for first year. They were taught about the spell from its history until the charms properties. And the fun part of the class began, a practice session. The professor paired the students.

First pair was doing the practice in front of the class. Javier looked at them with quills in his right hand. He wrote everything from his observation of the pair, every mistake and every move without missing any details. He did the same thing when the next pair were practicing in front of the class. When it was his time to do the practice, he read all the notes quickly then went to the front of the class. 

With a wand in his hand, he was ready to cast the spell. He remembered all the notes he had written before and made sure that he did all the things he must do before casting the spell, imagination, wand movement, and clear incantation. The spell hit his practice partner successfully! The partner uncontrollably danced and made all the students in the classroom laugh. The professor then cast General Counter Spell to Javier's partner and he finally stopped. The professor praised him that his spell was perfectly cast. Javier was very happy receiving that praise.

After that event, Javier always made sure everything he would do before doing them, resulting in almost all of the things he had made were well made, including the pranks.[/reducio]
2. Unfettered Flight (410/400)[reducio]Studying in Castelobruxo really gave Javier the opportunity to develop his interests and hobbiee. One day, he joined an extracurricular that its main activity was flying on a broom. The first time he saw someone flying, he was very excited and was very eager to try to fly. Then he learn to fly. For the first time, it was very hard for him. And even if he failed a few times, he managed to fly on a broom.

Flying was really his passion in school. Everytime he had an extracurricular class, he always practiced flying. He would be the first one who arrived first and the last one who left the class. He always offered himself to help clean the brooms. 

In his early weeks of his first year, he started to fly slowly. He learnt to keep his balance and focus on the broom. It was very hard at the start, resulting his falling for many times. But he didn't give up. He always tried to practice the balance and focus with slow flying until he managed to do it successfully in three weeks. Then he upgraded his flying skill by adding the speed. With the Castelobruxo's environment and his dedication, Javier's flying skill was increased.

However, just flying on a broom started to bore him. With the limitation of school brooms, the flying speed couldn't be increased anymore. He felt the stagnation of his flying skill development after he couldn't do anything. However, it didn't occur for a long time. A friend of his introduced broom racing. His friend asked him to watch the school's broom race. Javier agreed and they watched the race together. It was Javier's first time to watch such a race. With many obstacles and disasters in the air, Javier couldn't take his eyes off the race. It made him put his interest in broom racing. 

After watching the race, Javier started to practice again to increase his flying skills. Not just adding the speed, he also added other actions like spellcasting and throwing objects. Like most of the learners, he had a hard time controlling the speed while doing other actions. However, he still had his persistence to practice. 

And his efforts paid off. In the last month of the school, he could control the speed of the broom while he was doing other actions like casting spells, drinking potions, or throwing objects. He also tried to apply to Castelobruxo's broom racing team.[/reducio]

Approved June 8 (Lear)
I have copied Sere Nade on this communication in case someone besides me (or I forget since there is a lot of apps) manages her application for a receipt of consent.