Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=37312
School Year or Adult Level: Second Year

Stat Changes from year up ++ ability

Old Stats: Sta: 6 | Eva: 5 | Str: 8 | Wis: 3 | Arc: 0 | Acc: 8

New Stats: Sta: 6 | Eva: 8 | Str: 8 | Wis: 3 | Arc: 0 | Acc: 10

Ability App [Foul Play]:

Reducio

Rules are, like so much else in the world, not static.

Sure, they are important. Vital, even. Without some guidelines, how would you know what is good and what isn't, after all? But for someone like Kiyoshi, who often has his blood singing to him of sweet glorious violence in one ear, and the words and teachings of his beloved mother ringing in the other, that doesn't quite work. Traditional rules and guidelines, like much of the everyday things in his life, seem to be ill-fitting to Kiyoshi. The right size but the wrong fit, with the wrong proportions and the wrong texture.

And like so much else in his life, that meant that Kiyoshi needed something just a little bit more....custom to suit his needs.

It wasn't cheating. Not really. Just a 'creative' interpretation of the rules, to allow him more freedom of expression and to be himself. If they were really serious about not wanting him to do the things he wanted to do, then surely the adults would have made it harder to get away with it after all.

Many would say that his expression of freedom was much too violent, the few times that he truly let himself loose from the tight chains of discipline that he held himself beholden to. And to them he would say -- well. Nothing, actually. For he would only have to explain himself if he got caught. And why deal with the whole song and dance of getting into trouble when he could simply choose to... Not.

Not because he cared overly much. He was hardly afraid to stand behind his choices. and would not lose a wink of sleep over taking actions that others believed were outside the rules, foul, or even under-handed.

But being caught meant a lot of paperwork and a lot of whining from people who would be better served at the business end of his fist. And it was hardly worth the grinding it would take on his patience to have him control himself while some self-important, unimaginative weakling told him how he should be living his life.

After all, there are no rules to keep people from cheating in real life, and what rules there were could be bent easily enough from what he had seen. So, why should he live bound by such rules during school where he should be preparing for real life?

Link to your encyclopedia thread: link
School Year or Adult Level: Y4
Stat Changes: Stamina: 9 | Evasion: 9 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 15 | ArcPower: 1 | Accuracy: 10 —> Stamina: 10 (+1) | Evasion: 10 (+1) | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 15 | ArcPower: 1 | Accuracy: 13 (+3)
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Evasive Manuevers II
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):

Reducio

After spending quite some time with the Quidditch team, Akihiko had learned a few tricks here and there. As a seeker, especially the second string, it was crucial for him to be able to survive the attacks coming his way. After all, the 150 points that came with capturing the snitch weren’t to be taken lightly. During practices and games, it became clear to him that it was necessary for him to be able to dodge out of the way of attacks nimbly.

Of course, to be the best he couldn’t just rely on the training of his own team. It was also necessary to train on his own. Over the summer, he was determined to change the course of the way his games went, which meant becoming even more evasive to attacks than he already had been. He had a certain advantage to his summer training: parents who were willing to invest in his future. By the time he returned home, albeit only briefly, they had purchased a varying range of devices that claimed to turn out an unmatched Quidditch player.

While many of these devices were of magical origin, some were adjusted muggle items. What was meant to be used for muggle children to play baseball with, was instead used to test his speed in dodging the hard baseballs the machine pitched at him. Magically, his parents invested in practice bludgers, which were more soft than the ones used in actual Quidditch matches, and were easier to store than the tricky bludgers that were more likely to escape.

These methods, along with his own long flights with his broom in forests and off-broom training with his cousin all resulted in new nimbleness, and more awareness of his surroundings.

Although sometimes his training wavered, there was one occurrence that spurred him on. On one quiet night, he had set off into the forest nearby with the intention of practicing some training in the dark. He had figured that if he trained in the dark, it would make all the much easier to complete maneuvers and avoid attacks in the light.

While flying, his vision was much more limited than in the daytime. He quickly discovered that when flying at higher speeds, he wouldn’t be able to spot trees until moments before disaster. He had pushed his luck, and eventually met his punishment after crashing into a tree that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Although he was unharmed, save for a few scratches, he vowed afterward to train even harder. In his mind, he was convinced that with more training would have allowed him to easily avoid the crash that had him returning home early and scratched up.

Trunk Code:

Reducio

Code: Select all

[quote][center][b][u]Trunk[/u][/b]

Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 15 | ArcPower: 1 | Accuracy: 13[/center] 
Sport Wins: [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=1051670#p1051670]1[/url] & [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=34874&start=60#p1119601]2[/url][/quote]
[quote]Is your character a broom racer? No
Is your character a Duelist? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes[/quote]
[quote][center]Charmer[/center]
[reducio]Akihiko was a very lovable person. He seemed to always be looking to put you in your comfort zone. Whether it was by telling a witty joke or giving you a playful shove, he was always looking out for you. Even as a child he seemed to be charming. He was the center of attention in his family, and was a tad bit spoiled. From an early age he was making people laugh by doing funny things. 

Once, when he was five he was with his grandparents. They were watching him and his cousin for the weekend and they were playing outside. Akihiko and Botan were playing in the mud, trying to make the best pie. Per usual, Akihiko made a beautiful mud pie out of mud and rocks. Botan was busy making a mud pie out of mud and worms, and you could see in his grandparents eyes whose pie they liked. When time came to present their mud pies to their grandparents, neither boy would be satisfied with a ‘they’re both great’. His grandparents looked at each other nervously. “I like BoBo’s the best!” Akihiko announced with a grin. His grandparents looked at each other gratefully. “That settles it. Botan is the winner!” Akihiko winked at his grandparents. 

Part of the reason Akihiko was so successful was because he was so charming. He was always making his teachers laugh, and they all said the same thing. “What a charming boy! Don’t tell the other students, but he’s my favorite.”. Akihiko didn’t want to be the best, or the favorite. The only problem was that he couldn’t turn off his charm. There were certain things that would pop in his head, and he would just say them. He wasn’t even trying to be funny, but everyone would laugh.

Akihiko wished that he could be like his cousin, who was popular among their age. When Akihiko tried to talk to the boys his age they would run away shouting’ “Look! It’s Akihiko, golden boy!”. Akihiko never had the chance to actually speak to them, charm them. But finally the opportunity arose. He was sitting on the side of the road eating a slice of melon when the pack of them ran by. Seeing an opportunity, he joined the chase. He gained to the front and found that they were chasing after a defenseless old man riding a bike. “Bikes are for kids, old man!” They yelled. Akihiko managed to make it to the front of the group. “Stop!” He shouted, skidding to a stop in front of them. “What has this man ever done to you?” He glanced at the man who was looking at him affectionately. “Leave him alone,” he shouted, and with that they scattered. The old man climbed off his bike and shook his hand. “You will make a fine man one day. Let me meet your parents and tell them of your respect for an old man like me,” he chuckled, and I was left with no choice but to take him back to my house. “What is your name?” He asked. “Akihiko,” I replied. “Akihiko, what a beautiful name.” I led him back home and he told my family the entire story. Before he left he told them, “you have a charming boy,” and to me he said, “I hope to meet you again soon, Akihiko-san.”. That was the first time I realized I didn’t need to be ashamed of my talent, but I should use it for good as often as possible.[/reducio][/quote]
[quote][center]Keen Eye[/center]
[reducio]Akihiko had always had a keen eye. His house was always bristling with activity, and it was easy for things to go missed. With such a large family, about 20 people in total, it was easy to cover up something, or blame it on another. Akihiko was quick to notice these things, having grown up his entire life in this environment. Some in the family have said that it was a talent he was born with, but it was in fact not. He had spent many years as a quiet and obedient kid, and with his quiet came a keen sense. Years went into him taking notice of his surroundings, so much that his family was shocked when he would point out obscure details about the going-ons in the household.

Akihiko often noticed thing like his parents hushed conversations, or his cousins mischievous expression from behind a book. It came in handy in several occasions, and helped him prevent some of his cousins pranks, although as his cousin got older it was harder to distinguish impending mischief  from the usual expression. Whenever Akihiko thought if his keen eye, two occasions came to his mind. The first, a simple interaction from his parents that he soon found out was bigger than it had first seemed. It had happened a week before his 7th birthday, and the two had been having a seemingly normal conversation. However, Akihiko had been sitting nearby and had quickly noticed the glances at him that seemed to keep coming. He had neared it for a few minutes, but became impatient and demanded they tell him what was the cause of this disturbance in his schoolwork. They had revealed, however hesitant, that they were taking him on a trip for his birthday, and that they had wanted it to be a surprise. The second occasion that came to his mind was one of his cousins pranks. These pranks came often, but on this particular occasion it was a bit more sinister than the rest. A plot to fill his sheets with itching powder, and leave Akihiko with a rash for days. This prank was only a little bit deserved, as Akihiko had received better marks than his cousin. Akihiko had noticed his cousin giving him furtive glances and trying to enter his room on two occasions. Akihiko told his aunt and uncle, who suspended the prank immediately, which Botan got in trouble for. His keen eye had proved to be both good and bad.

This was often helpful to Akihiko. He was the one to go to for information, and he knew all the ins and outs of the house. Along with being helpful to himself, the household soon came to know him as the one to go to. On more than several occasions, he was asked if he had noticed anything fishy. Sometimes he had, sometimes he hadn’t, but on the majority of occasions he was correct in his thinking.

Akihiko wasn’t just quick to notice things in his home. The things of his schoolmates always caught his attention as well. He noticed the trouble makers who slipped things in their pockets, and the ones who  looked disappointed at the results of their papers. He could pinpoint who was going to pull which prank with uncanny accuracy, all because of his keen eye. He would never rat out another classmate, though.

A keen eye was a helpful talent for many things. Akihiko used it often, and it came in handy more times than one. He was grateful to have such a skill to use.[/reducio][/quote][quote][center]Evasive Manuevers I[/center]
[reducio] Akihiko had grown up to embody many interests, one of the largest being Quidditch. As a child, he loved to watch Quidditch games whenever his parents or grandparents could take him and watch the players weave through the sky on brooms. He had always been enthralled by the smooth movements of the players in the sky, the fluidity of their dodges and attacks. 

Growing up in a large home, there was always someone around who was willing to talk to him, play with him or give him advice on all things, magical and not. Akihiko took full advantage of this, often consulting family on how to become an amazing Quidditch player. While they didn’t entrust him a broom until he was older, part of his childhood included playing with quaffle and bludger like objects to practice for the day when he would actually be able to play for a team.

Of course, it wasn’t always intentional training during his childhood. His cousin, Botan, often played childish pranks which he navigated through. He had learned to spot them, but seeing them didn’t always mean that they could be avoided. Overtime, Akihiko learned how to dodge some of the mayhem, avoiding the many attacks attempted on him.

When Akihiko was finally old enough to go to Mahoutokoro full time, many of his dreams were fulfilled. He joined the Quidditch team as soon as he was able, and doubled down on his training. He was a seeker, which meant he would often be targeted within Quidditch matches and scrimmages. To him, this meant working even harder to guarantee he wouldn’t be so easily taken down.

Mahoutokoro was no ordinary school, and they certainly weren’t training for the fun of the game. No, the school was determined to win. Winning meant practicing, and they practiced often. A team was only as good as their worst player, which is why Akihiko doubled down on his training, with the team and in private. His practice involved not just avoiding bludgers, but also on the ground pivoting, spotting and rerouting. 

Overtime, his evasiveness began to translate to his everyday life. While he wasn’t the type to get into trouble, he was able to avoid it within the school. He eventually was able to steer clear of the few instances of chaos within Mahoutokoro’s walls, however uncommon it was to occur. With eventually heightened senses, Akihiko became quick and nimble on his feet and on his broom.[/reducio][/quote]
[quote][center]Evasive Manuevers II[/center]
[reducio]After spending quite some time with the Quidditch team, Akihiko had learned a few tricks here and there. As a seeker, especially the second string, it was crucial for him to be able to survive the attacks coming his way. After all, the 150 points that came with capturing the snitch weren’t to be taken lightly. During practices and games, it became clear to him that it was necessary for him to be able to dodge out of the way of attacks nimbly.

Of course, to be the best he couldn’t just rely on the training of his own team. It was also necessary to train on his own. Over the summer, he was determined to change the course of the way his games went, which meant becoming even more evasive to attacks than he already had been. He had a certain advantage to his summer training: parents who were willing to invest in his future. By the time he returned home, albeit only briefly, they had purchased a varying range of devices that claimed to turn out an unmatched Quidditch player.

While many of these devices were of magical origin, some were adjusted muggle items. What was meant to be used for muggle children to play baseball with, was instead used to test his speed in dodging the hard baseballs the machine pitched at him. Magically, his parents invested in practice bludgers, which were more soft than the ones used in actual Quidditch matches, and were easier to store than the tricky bludgers that were more likely to escape. 

These methods, along with his own long flights with his broom in forests and off-broom training with his cousin all resulted in new nimbleness, and more awareness of his surroundings.

Although sometimes his training wavered, there was one occurrence that spurred him on. On one quiet night, he had set off into the forest nearby with the intention of practicing some training in the dark. He had figured that if he trained in the dark, it would make all the much easier to complete maneuvers and avoid attacks in the light.

While flying, his vision was much more limited than in the daytime. He quickly discovered that when flying at higher speeds, he wouldn’t be able to spot trees until moments before disaster. He had pushed his luck, and eventually met his punishment after crashing into a tree that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Although he was unharmed, save for a few scratches, he vowed afterward to train even harder. In his mind, he was convinced that with more training would have allowed him to easily avoid the crash that had him returning home early and scratched up
[/reducio][/quote][/quote]

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Clickity
School Year or Adult Level: Y7

Stat Changes: +5 from Graduation
Old Stats: Sta 10 ᚐ Eva 20 ᚐ Str 17 ᚐ Wis 5 ᚐ Arc 0 ᚐ Acc 20
New Stats: Sta 10 ᚐ Eva 20 ᚐ Str 17 ᚐ Wis 5 ᚐ Arc 0 ᚐ Acc 25

Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Foulplay (Y6)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):

Reducio

Cheaters never win, they say, but Raphael has always found that hard to believe. After all, the whole point of cheating was to give yourself an unfair advantage, so if done correctly, shouldn't that mean that Cheaters usually win? Unless they were bad at what they were doing, of course, but there's a case to be made that those people shouldn't be called cheaters then in the first place.

So why hadn't Raphael followed suit and turned into a dirty, dirty cheater much earlier in his young life, you might ask? Truth was, despite a mother that had left him as a child and a father that was mostly absent and truly hadn't contributed much to the formation of Raphael's character, Raph had somehow grown himself a rather scrupulous set of morals. He'd always been a proponent of fair fights, if he was going to win, he wanted to do it right (whatever that means). Some corner of his mind, the one still craving approval from parents that showed little to no interest in his achievements, insisted that his parents would only be proud of him if he won his races fair and square. (Which, to his credit, he did.) That was, until he overheard a phone call that made him realise that his father maybe didn't share those strict moral values at all.

The don't ask, don't tell relationship between the two of them had always gone both ways. His father, odd as it was, had never really wanted to know about the magical world his son had suddenly been tossed into, much as Raphael hadn't wanted to be tossed into it in the first place. (He'd grown into a strained acceptance of his new magical ways, mostly because he wouldn't be able to ride a broom as a Muggle.) Likewise, Raphael had never been interested in the job that his father spent so much time on, working ten hour days frequently, sometimes even on weekends. Some rather important role in a Muggle bank, that much he knew. The details of it, not so much. But that didn't mean that he couldn't correctly interpret a whispered conversation in which his father hissed at the phone to fix it before they started to ask even more questions.

He'd stopped in the hallway outside his father's office, staring as if he'd never seen the man before, while all the implicatons of those few sentences started to rattle off in his mind. His father, upon noticing, shut the door in his face.

Thus, Raphael returned to Beauxbatons after the break with his moral beliefs cracked and thoroughly bent out of shape. Because clearly, cheaters did win, and his father certainly wouldn't care if Raphael used unsavoury means to win a broom race or a Quidditch game. Might approve, actually, find something of himself in his son, after all these years, and Raphael found himself much less hesitant to apply dirty tactics than before. Was good at it, too - as it turned out, his carefully honed broom racer's precision worked just as well to sneakily sabotage opponents as it did to zip past obstacles at breakneck speed.

The small voice in the back of his mind, asking him with increasing desperation what he was doing, that this wasn't him, what about fairness, went ignored.

Link to your encyclopedia thread: x
School Year or Adult Level: Fourth
Stat Changes:
before: STA 7 | EVA 7 | STR 10 | WIS 8 | ARC 7 | ACC 10
after: STA 7 | EVA 7 | STR 10 | WIS 9 | ARC 7 | ACC 14
why?: +5 year up :3
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence, Chaser's Interception, Foul Play
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Calming Presence^402/400

Reducio

Kanae Suzuki is the type of person who lightens a room the minute she enters it.

Even in second year, her warm personality and calm, laid-back demeanor are such that her fellow students tend to go to her for advice, whether they're anxious before an exam or not sure what to expect before a practice spell.

It wasn't consciously something Kanae considered at first -- it was just what she did -- but eventually she realized that the presence she had could do more than make people feel comfortable socially. It could concentrate them, help them work in a more cohesive way, and accomplish more under stress.

She was ready for rants, dumps, ugly crying. Her calm and joyful demeanor cutting through the sorrow towards a person's heart.

The Japanese girl has this sort of charisma.

With her looks and sweet, warm personality combined, it's quite a dangerous combo. A lot of people heard about her, but now many know her. Kanae's appearance was the hot topic of students in Mahoutokoro and other schools during an international summer camp. She was noticed but not too prominently.

She's there for you to feel safe with. She's there by your side.

It's the Kanae Charm, everyone refers to it as. She was always sweet, warm, and sincere in her heart -- always has a happy energy around her. Pretty much like dead flowers would come back to life as cherry blossoms when they enter her vicinity.

The girl was able to get people to go to extra lessons, visit the library, etc. just to catch a glimpse of her. She was easily attracted to by people, maybe because of how she looked, her personality, or a combination of both. The quantity of uniform buttons that she's received from boys' confessions is rather daunting. And so, this became part of Kanae's personality every day.

Even under stress, Kanae rarely lost her patience or composure. Instead, she remained quietly optimistic, carrying an air of easy-going confidence around her that her friends and teammates naturally mirrored. Maybe seeming a bit naive to few. People around Kanae noticed this, especially her classmates. Even the professors recognized the subtle shift that happened when she was around—people listened better, stayed calmer, and felt a little lighter.

Kanae had never needed to force this -- it was as if her lightness and empathy were naturally catching, a gift she hardly realized she was sharing.

Chaser's Interception ^440/400

Reducio

Man, Quidditch consumed another poor soul's life.

She tried out Broom Racing, wasn't exactly her style. Moving on to Quidditch, Kanae became a chaser for Mahoutokoro. Just a second string at first but in her first game, she was already playing. She did alright having most of the match being a 2 v 1 for the quaffle. They won in the end thanks to their seeker.

But when it was over, her heart thumped with something unfamiliar. It was excitement. Real, electric excitement. Afterward, her twin brother Kazumi, arms crossed and grin wide. “So?” he’d asked, eyes glinting with that familiar teasing challenge. “You joining for real now?”

She laughed, still sweaty, still jittery from the match. “Yeah,” she’d said. “I think I am.”

It was a simple answer, but she truthfully meant it. She hated being useless, she hated not being able to do something that could be of help. That was part of the reason she wanted to improve. That hunger and determination of hers was great. She'd go a long way. She just proved to herself that she could be something. Why stop there?

From then on, Kanae threw herself into practice with an energy even she hadn’t expected. She wasn’t the strongest player, or the fastest, but her strength was something else—she was reactive. Sharp-eyed. Her body moved before her mind did, and more often than not, her hands were already reaching for a Quaffle before she’d fully processed where it was going. It felt as if her subconscious knew where it was going before her brain did. She was swift and fast, that's what she really needed. She wouldn't stop at anything. Kanae'd give it her all to get that damned quaffle.

But mere training with a quaffle wouldn't get her far.

Her youngest sibling, Haruto, got really into video games. Those shooter games in particular. Now he wasn't the only one playing those. Kanae noticed Haruto's quick reflexes and reaction times since he started playing so she wanted in. During her sister's little freak outs where they were throwing whatever they could get their hands on all over the place, Kanae found herself able to catch most of the objects flying midair-- dolls, papers, hair dryers, you name it.

She practiced at school, she practiced at home. Man was she getting good at this stuff. Kanae laughed when her youngest siblings would get mad since she would catch everything that was thrown at her. She already had quick reflexes to get out of the way whenever something came at her all this enhanced it even more since now she knows how to catch it.

Foul Play ^405/400

Reducio

Life isn't fair.

She had to learn that lesson the hard way. She wasn’t always like this.

There was a time when she was the heart of her team, the sunshine in their group, the kind of person who laughed easily and lifted others without even trying. But that was before.

Before Kazumi’s name was written in past tense. Before she started to look at her reflection and wonder what justice really meant. Before she realized the rules didn’t protect the people she loved. Grief doesn’t always make you softer. For Kanae, it turned her sharp. Precise. Focused. She didn’t break down. She didn’t cry in the locker rooms. She just… changed a bit.

Quidditch had once been something that brought her joy. The freedom of flight, the camaraderie, the thrill of the game. But after Kazumi died, Quidditch became something else entirely. It became the only place where she still had control — the only place where she could decide who won, who lost, and how far she’d go to make sure it wasn’t her team eating dirt.

She never said it out loud, but every moment since then had a quiet edge of vengeance in her blood. If she couldn’t rewind the moment she lost him, then maybe she could win something else. Win hard enough, fast enough, brutal enough that no one would dare try to take something from her again.

And the truth? Kanae was good. Too good.

She observed and learned to bend the rules without snapping them — unless she meant to. She practiced where shadows fell on the pitch during different times of day. She watched how the referees’ heads turned when the snitch was in play. She counted seconds, memorized blind spots, and wore her team colors like war paint.

She was strong for someone her size, why doesn't she take advantage of it? She was quick and nimble as well, to not get caught.

She never cheated for fun. She did it to win. To defend. To prove to herself that even if the world didn’t follow the rules, she could still make the game hers. And maybe, just maybe, when she fouled and got away with it — it felt like taking back a little bit of control from the world that ripped her twin away.

Kanae Suzuki learned that cheaters don’t always win.

But they do survive.

And right now, that’s all she needs.

Coding:

Reducio

Code: Select all

[quote][quote][center][size=200]━━━━━━━ Trunk━━━━━━━[/size] 
STA 7 | EVA 7 | STR 10 | WIS 9 | ARC 7 | ACC 14 
+3 from Ara wins, +1 from Kanae wins [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=944762#p944762]x[/url][url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=997637#p997637]x[/url][url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=1096150#p1096150]x[/url][url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=33491&start=60#p1051670]x[/url][/center][/quote]
[quote][left][i]Evasive Maneuvers[/i]
[reducio]The girl grew up with brothers you see. Whether it was to steal her food or things, she would always know. Kanae was always quite an observatory and her instincts were better than most people's. She can't always blame it on her brothers but she can somehow feel the hair on her arm stick up when she feels something strange.

It's not just that when somebody steals her food, she always notices when something was about to hit her, for example, that one time when her neighbour's baseball went through her house's window. She was sitting in the living room with the big window in front of her, she liked looking through it and observing the trees and giving little glances to the corner where she could see her neighbour's yard. Not like she knew that there was a ball about to break through it, Kanae just felt the need to get out of the way, her gut feeling told her so.

Kanae also had quick reflexes, which contributed to her killer instincts. Not like you could get out of the way of something just because you noticed it, you had to be quick too.

One time, she was cycling around her hometown like she usually did in the mornings. The cycling session started out normal. The summer breeze was hitting her face, a few of the people in her neighborhood waved at her, and it was peaceful. Until another cycler from the other direction was about to collide with her! She noticed it in time and stopped. It was honestly a miracle, the other person was about 2 meters away from her when she stopped. If Kanae hadn't stopped first, she would've hit someone. The other person wasn't paying attention apparently and hadn't stopped until Kanae scolded them as they were approaching the girl who already stopped. She was also pretty flexible, so she could move her body in ways she can evade things a bit more quicker and sometimes in unexpected ways.

Another instance was when Kanae was watching her muggle mother mend her car. Since she still had a muggle job and had to get around somehow. When her mother was getting something from a shelf on top of her from the garage, a toolbox fell. The girl was looking up at her mother getting something she needed from said toolbox but as she was getting something from inside of it, it slipped off the shelf. Kanae swiftly moved out of the way as the toolbox fell to the floor. Afterwards, she helped her mother pick up the tools that fell with it.

Her quick reflexes and instincts were one of the reasons she joined the broom racing team until she switched to the Quidditch team because the broom racing team was rather empty and she wanted to play more as a team.
476 words[/reducio][/quote][/left]
[quote][right][i]Calming Presence[/i]
[reducio]
Kanae Suzuki is the type of person who lightens a room the minute she enters it. 

Even in second year, her warm personality and calm, laid-back demeanor are such that her fellow students tend to go to her for advice, whether they're anxious before an exam or not sure what to expect before a practice spell. 

It wasn't consciously something Kanae considered at first -- it was just what she did -- but eventually she realized that the presence she had could do more than make people feel comfortable socially. It could concentrate them, help them work in a more cohesive way, and accomplish more under stress.

She was ready for rants, dumps, ugly crying. Her calm and joyful demeanor cutting through the sorrow towards a person's heart. 

The Japanese girl has this sort of charisma. 

With her looks and sweet, warm personality combined, it's quite a dangerous combo. A lot of people heard about her, but now many know her.  Kanae's appearance was the hot topic of students in Mahoutokoro and other schools during an international summer camp. She was noticed but not too prominently. 

She's there for you to feel safe with. She's there by your side. 

It's the Kanae Charm, everyone refers to it as. She was always sweet, warm, and sincere in her heart -- always has a happy energy around her. Pretty much like dead flowers would come back to life as cherry blossoms when they enter her vicinity. 

The girl was able to get people to go to extra lessons, visit the library, etc. just to catch a glimpse of her. She was easily attracted to by people, maybe because of how she looked, her personality, or a combination of both. The quantity of uniform buttons that she's received from boys' confessions is rather daunting. And so, this became part of Kanae's personality every day.

Even under stress, Kanae rarely lost her patience or composure. Instead, she remained quietly optimistic, carrying an air of easy-going confidence around her that her friends and teammates naturally mirrored. Maybe seeming a bit naive to few. People around Kanae noticed this, especially her classmates. Even the professors recognized the subtle shift that happened when she was around—people listened better, stayed calmer, and felt a little lighter. 

Kanae had never needed to force this -- it was as if her lightness and empathy were naturally catching, a gift she hardly realized she was sharing.

402 words
[/reducio][/quote][/right]
[quote][left][i]Chaser's Interception[/i]
[reducio]Man, Quidditch consumed another poor soul's life.

She tried out Broom Racing, wasn't exactly her style. Moving on to Quidditch, Kanae became a chaser for Mahoutokoro. Just a second string at first but in her first game, she was already playing. She did alright having most of the match being a 2 v 1 for the quaffle. They won in the end thanks to their seeker. 

But when it was over, her heart thumped with something unfamiliar. It was excitement. Real, electric excitement. Afterward, her twin brother Kazumi, arms crossed and grin wide. “So?” he’d asked, eyes glinting with that familiar teasing challenge. “You joining for real now?”

She laughed, still sweaty, still jittery from the match. “Yeah,” she’d said. “I think I am.”

It was a simple answer, but she truthfully meant it. She hated being useless, she hated not being able to do something that could be of help. That was part of the reason she wanted to improve. That hunger and determination of hers was great. She'd go a long way. She just proved to herself that she could be something. Why stop there?

From then on, Kanae threw herself into practice with an energy even she hadn’t expected. She wasn’t the strongest player, or the fastest, but her strength was something else—she was reactive. Sharp-eyed. Her body moved before her mind did, and more often than not, her hands were already reaching for a Quaffle before she’d fully processed where it was going. It felt as if her subconscious knew where it was going before her brain did. She was swift and fast, that's what she really needed. She wouldn't stop at anything. Kanae'd give it her all to get that damned quaffle. 

But mere training with a quaffle wouldn't get her far.

Her youngest sibling, Haruto, got really into video games. Those shooter games in particular. Now he wasn't the only one playing those. Kanae noticed Haruto's quick reflexes and reaction times since he started playing so she wanted in. During her sister's little freak outs where they were throwing whatever they could get their hands on all over the place, Kanae found herself able to catch most of the objects flying midair-- dolls, papers, hair dryers, you name it.

She practiced at school, she practiced at home. Man was she getting good at this stuff. Kanae laughed when her youngest siblings would get mad since she would catch everything that was thrown at her. She already had quick reflexes to get out of the way whenever something came at her all this enhanced it even more since now she knows how to catch it.

440 words
[/reducio][/quote][/left]
[quote][right][i]Foul Play[/i]
[reducio]
Life isn't fair.

She had to learn that lesson the hard way. She wasn’t always like this.

There was a time when she was the heart of her team, the sunshine in their group, the kind of person who laughed easily and lifted others without even trying. But that was before.

Before Kazumi’s name was written in past tense. Before she started to look at her reflection and wonder what justice really meant. Before she realized the rules didn’t protect the people she loved. Grief doesn’t always make you softer. For Kanae, it turned her sharp. Precise. Focused. She didn’t break down. She didn’t cry in the locker rooms. She just… changed a bit.

Quidditch had once been something that brought her joy. The freedom of flight, the camaraderie, the thrill of the game. But after Kazumi died, Quidditch became something else entirely. It became the only place where she still had control — the only place where she could decide who won, who lost, and how far she’d go to make sure it wasn’t her team eating dirt.

She never said it out loud, but every moment since then had a quiet edge of vengeance in her blood. If she couldn’t rewind the moment she lost him, then maybe she could win something else. Win hard enough, fast enough, brutal enough that no one would dare try to take something from her again.

And the truth? Kanae was good. Too good.

She observed and learned to bend the rules without snapping them — unless she meant to. She practiced where shadows fell on the pitch during different times of day. She watched how the referees’ heads turned when the snitch was in play. She counted seconds, memorized blind spots, and wore her team colors like war paint.

She was strong for someone her size, why doesn't she take advantage of it? She was quick and nimble as well, to not get caught.

She never cheated for fun. She did it to win. To defend. To prove to herself that even if the world didn’t follow the rules, she could still make the game hers. And maybe, just maybe, when she fouled and got away with it — it felt like taking back a little bit of control from the world that ripped her twin away.

Kanae Suzuki learned that cheaters don’t always win.

But they do survive.

And right now, that’s all she needs.

405 words
[/reducio][/quote][/right]
[/quote]

Approved