Ability Applications
Name: Yeseong Lee
Link to Encyclopedia page: [url=https:// viewtopic.php?f=169&t=36314][/url]
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Vampire(species)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player wants it): Wc: 429
Lee Yeseong
Link to Encyclopedia page: [url=https:// viewtopic.php?f=169&t=36314][/url]
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Vampire(species)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player wants it): Wc: 429
Reducio
Yeseong tended to have a nightish, creepy and intimidating vibe to him at times, being one that would be out for midnight strolls a lot, avoided the sun, didn't really interact much with people. Yeseong had also been commented on a lot about being one to prefer darkness and not like the light, and even had some other traits like not liking garlic, also sleeping during day, being really agile, and pretty quick, almost giving off a vibe of a vampire. Other things had been commented about him, like liking all things of it and having the past of it, like before, random levitating, and also throwing a towel over his window just to keep the sun away, making all the shade he can. He even got teased for being a vampire at times just because of how he did this, as well as his dark clothing. Being a rather popular one, he had a lot of defense from people, yet he eventually just accepted it. Little did he know later his father was a vampire, creating a possible bloodline as his mother was one, and his mother's father was one from being bitten, having created the line to pass it down, basically in the family history now. Forts have been built around the house for his shade and that, in his room, in the living room, even got his own chair with a shade to block the light. Overall, Yeseong's family would probably see that, but moving on to friends saying the same, they say that he also showed signs a vampire would when in love during the times he saw his current friend/gf, Lex. Usual human traits of staring and that but also his pupils flickering from normal to heart shaped. He would also have times of his body tingling a bit and the normal feeling of his heart rushing. He never really understood this until told by his father about his vampire past, as well as the family past for it. He ended up understanding the loving feeling once Lex confessed with her friend, as well had been getting more notes to know about her, like her Japanese name, her nationalities, etc. He has become rather protective lately, as well as feeling quite bad, more than he usually would with friends, when something that happened upset her. He would also have this urge to unexpectedly hiss in defense, not caring if he'd be called the term of a furry or not, just wanting to help her. He also had pretty good strength with his speed.
STATUS: Denied - Koko, 10 January 2025
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Lee Yeseong
Ability Applications
Name: Camilla Carter
Link to Encyclopedia page: Whytho
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Muggle Condition [402 words]
From the incoherent ramblings in Camilla's personal journal: (aka being in the magic world is weird sometimes)
PC of Kiyoshi Sato
Link to Encyclopedia page: Whytho
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Muggle Condition [402 words]
From the incoherent ramblings in Camilla's personal journal: (aka being in the magic world is weird sometimes)
Reducio
You know, one of the biggest things about the magical world is how very hard it tries to be different and distinct from the mundane world; and more than sometimes I feel like it loses itself in its own identity.
It is sad, sometimes, when you think about it all. Take Quidditch, right? When you think about it, it turns out that Quidditch is just three mundane games, but on brooms. You have Soccer, which is what the Chasers and the Keeper play. You have Dodgeball, which is the Beaters' primary interest. And finally, you have Capture the flag Snitch, played by the Seekers and given so much importance that the other aspects of the sport are made unimportant; and Chasers will actively stop playing broom-soccer to ensure that they can catch any falling Seekers; the game refusing to end until the Snitch is caught. It is stupid, that's what it is. If this were any game from the Mundane world, the sheer number of people around would have made it so that all the 'pro' games would involve the soccer players just ditching the Quaffle and playing for the Snitch.
But no one ever seems to do that, do they? It wouldn't be very fun. Or very sportswizardlike.
Still, I wish that they would put more effort into the games they do play. There is no coordination between the players like in soccer. No passing, no one-twos, no crosses or marking or long passes. And isn't that just a right shame?
Or maybe I'm just missing these things from the game because I grew up watching soccer and basketball, and have gotten so used to the idea of "making plays" in ball games, that not making plays and simply going at it raw comes across as brash and boring? I spent years playing basketball in Mundane school before I ever played any sports as a witch, and there was nothing quite like working with teammates to set up the perfect shot or pulling off a slick steal. The rhythm of the game, the way everything moved in sync—it made sense. But Quidditch? It feels more like everyone is just winging it, hoping for the best, and sometimes, that grates on me.
Or maybe I'm just insane, forcing myself to see similarities where there are none, and I am just going and making a big, pointless fuss for nothing. That is definitely also possible.
Still, I think that I could make the team as a Chaser. I definitely handle the ball well enough from all the basketball games I've played, and I think I have a better eye for shots and solo plays than even some members of the House Teams!
Perhaps I should apply for Quidditch. You never know how you'd surprise yourself, after all!
It is sad, sometimes, when you think about it all. Take Quidditch, right? When you think about it, it turns out that Quidditch is just three mundane games, but on brooms. You have Soccer, which is what the Chasers and the Keeper play. You have Dodgeball, which is the Beaters' primary interest. And finally, you have Capture the flag Snitch, played by the Seekers and given so much importance that the other aspects of the sport are made unimportant; and Chasers will actively stop playing broom-soccer to ensure that they can catch any falling Seekers; the game refusing to end until the Snitch is caught. It is stupid, that's what it is. If this were any game from the Mundane world, the sheer number of people around would have made it so that all the 'pro' games would involve the soccer players just ditching the Quaffle and playing for the Snitch.
But no one ever seems to do that, do they? It wouldn't be very fun. Or very sportswizardlike.
Still, I wish that they would put more effort into the games they do play. There is no coordination between the players like in soccer. No passing, no one-twos, no crosses or marking or long passes. And isn't that just a right shame?
Or maybe I'm just missing these things from the game because I grew up watching soccer and basketball, and have gotten so used to the idea of "making plays" in ball games, that not making plays and simply going at it raw comes across as brash and boring? I spent years playing basketball in Mundane school before I ever played any sports as a witch, and there was nothing quite like working with teammates to set up the perfect shot or pulling off a slick steal. The rhythm of the game, the way everything moved in sync—it made sense. But Quidditch? It feels more like everyone is just winging it, hoping for the best, and sometimes, that grates on me.
Or maybe I'm just insane, forcing myself to see similarities where there are none, and I am just going and making a big, pointless fuss for nothing. That is definitely also possible.
Still, I think that I could make the team as a Chaser. I definitely handle the ball well enough from all the basketball games I've played, and I think I have a better eye for shots and solo plays than even some members of the House Teams!
Perhaps I should apply for Quidditch. You never know how you'd surprise yourself, after all!
STATUS: Pending - Koko, 10 January 2025
- Please add a bit more on how Camilla aligns with the ability — particularly just elaborating on the Muggle part of sports and her experience with that would be fine.
Player Update: January 18, 2025
Expanded on the fifth paragraph, and instead of just making a passing mention of Camilla being a muggle sports enthusiast with an understanding of how teamwork relating to the Quaffle could revolutionize Quidditch game. Instead explicitly mentioned her years of experience playing Basketball
STATUS: Approved - Koko, 19 January 2025
Last edited by Camilla Carter on 18 Jan 2025, 17:12, edited 2 times in total.
PC of Kiyoshi Sato
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Claire Lewis
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
It was no secret that Russell, Claire's dad, was a bit sloppy, but he had every right to be a little sloppy. After all, he was raising a little girl all by his lonesome, and along with that responsibility, he had to work full time to support them both. It was forgivable if he didn't have time to dust every nook and cranny in the house or to change every lightbulb as soon as it began to flicker.
Claire stepped up to split the difference.
Perhaps she did honestly just want to help her dad, but the fervor with which she helped with cleaning and maintaining the house suggested that it was more likely that she was trying to prove something. Maybe she was trying to prove to her dad that they were fine without her mother, since they had each other. Or maybe she was trying to prove to herself that, as a hard worker, it wasn't her fault that her mother had left. After all, how could she be the reason if she was such a helpful girl?
Regardless of the reason, Claire dove into everything head first, giving as much effort as she could manage. The house was spotless every day, there was some sort of meal waiting when her dad came home, her marks at school improved drastically as she worked her butt off in her studies, and, of course, her appearance remained as pristine as ever.
All of life was like a maths problem for Claire, and she was convinced that with enough effort and time, she could ace life like she would ace a maths test.
None of that changed when she finally departed for Hogwarts. Yes, she didn't have as many responsibilities as far as cleaning and such went, but with an unfamiliar world of magic opening up to her, there was plenty to keep her busy and occupied. She'd known from the moment she bought her school supplies that her attention to her studies could never wane.
Then, the unthinkable happened.
She was sorted into Slytherin.
That wouldn't have been a problem at all, since she, having grown up in a muggle household, had no frame of reference for the Hogwarts houses, but when she later found out that her mother was once in Slytherin as well, it awakened her desire to prove herself like never before.
Suddenly, casting a perfect spell or brewing a perfect potion weren't enough. Not only did she crave perfection, but she also desired to excel beyond what her mother had been capable of back in her years at Hogwarts. She wanted to humiliate the woman who'd abandoned her as a baby. If her mother could cast a perfect Lumos, Claire wanted to take her spellcasting beyond perfection. If her mother invented an innovative new potion, Claire would one day invent a potion that would render her mother's obsolete.
She didn't like the feelings she was feeling regarding her mother, but Claire couldn't deny that they inspired her perfectionism to greater heights.
It was no secret that Russell, Claire's dad, was a bit sloppy, but he had every right to be a little sloppy. After all, he was raising a little girl all by his lonesome, and along with that responsibility, he had to work full time to support them both. It was forgivable if he didn't have time to dust every nook and cranny in the house or to change every lightbulb as soon as it began to flicker.
Claire stepped up to split the difference.
Perhaps she did honestly just want to help her dad, but the fervor with which she helped with cleaning and maintaining the house suggested that it was more likely that she was trying to prove something. Maybe she was trying to prove to her dad that they were fine without her mother, since they had each other. Or maybe she was trying to prove to herself that, as a hard worker, it wasn't her fault that her mother had left. After all, how could she be the reason if she was such a helpful girl?
Regardless of the reason, Claire dove into everything head first, giving as much effort as she could manage. The house was spotless every day, there was some sort of meal waiting when her dad came home, her marks at school improved drastically as she worked her butt off in her studies, and, of course, her appearance remained as pristine as ever.
All of life was like a maths problem for Claire, and she was convinced that with enough effort and time, she could ace life like she would ace a maths test.
None of that changed when she finally departed for Hogwarts. Yes, she didn't have as many responsibilities as far as cleaning and such went, but with an unfamiliar world of magic opening up to her, there was plenty to keep her busy and occupied. She'd known from the moment she bought her school supplies that her attention to her studies could never wane.
Then, the unthinkable happened.
She was sorted into Slytherin.
That wouldn't have been a problem at all, since she, having grown up in a muggle household, had no frame of reference for the Hogwarts houses, but when she later found out that her mother was once in Slytherin as well, it awakened her desire to prove herself like never before.
Suddenly, casting a perfect spell or brewing a perfect potion weren't enough. Not only did she crave perfection, but she also desired to excel beyond what her mother had been capable of back in her years at Hogwarts. She wanted to humiliate the woman who'd abandoned her as a baby. If her mother could cast a perfect Lumos, Claire wanted to take her spellcasting beyond perfection. If her mother invented an innovative new potion, Claire would one day invent a potion that would render her mother's obsolete.
She didn't like the feelings she was feeling regarding her mother, but Claire couldn't deny that they inspired her perfectionism to greater heights.
STATUS: Approved, Dorion Anderson, 25 Jan, 2025
Ability Applications
Link to ency: the eagle
Year 1 Ability: Fearless
Application [wc: 554]:
Year 1 Ability: Fearless
Application [wc: 554]:
Reducio
Reiner Wolfgang Fleischer was by no means a good father, nor was he necessarily a bad one. He was a man of gray morals, a man of pride willing to do whatever it took to regain his former glory. The feel of being on the piste. The rush of using his magic, the sheer vigor of casting a hex. A curse. An unforgivable.
This was the man who raised Fabian Richard Fleischer for his first nine years.
When Reiner was banned from his team, he had to make do. Scrimping and saving did not come naturally to the former star. Reiner had kept his ban from his team, his league, the entire organization that is professional dueling for an illegally gotten wand and one too many rule breaks, under wraps, hidden from his young son. The carefree boy was perhaps curious, but already quite used to his father’s unusual schedule and strange habits, so what were a few more. For his extensive career, Reiner had been a reliable powerhouse, a fearsome opponent, and a sure path to victory. But now, having spent years in luxury with his great and abundant income, so many days with death knocking at his door under the white hot spotlight, he longed for what he could not have again.
He loved Fabian. But he wanted more. A six year old son could not give him his former glory.
And so Reiner Fleischer went underground. He disappeared for days at a time once again, leaving Fabian in Lydia’s capable care. Dueling, with another ill-gotten wand, dueling and hitting hard and winning and raking in the galleons.
As Fabian got older, Reiner’s facade began to crack, and the boy discovered his father's crimes. But it was not a crime any child would think to report, with the way Reiner presented it. “A recreational league,” he said. “Just a side hustle.”
Reiner was soon to fall from his pedestal, to fall into much bigger, much more costly crimes. The man, once famed as “The Butcher,” began to actually butcher. He was hired out as a mercenary, an assassin. But Reiner was a showman. He was a duelist, an entertainer, someone the crowd loved to hate. His spells were likewise big, flashy, and conspicuous as a king in the village slums. He used unforgivables, Dark Arts, anything he had learned that would cause harm. When Reiner hit, you knew it was him. This gained him enemies. Many enemies, dangerous enemies.
When Fabian was nine, Reiner was attacked in his own home.
The attackers had wands, and they knew how to use them well. Fabian had opened the door for these assassins and was quickly snatched up and held at wandpoint, threatened to be slaughtered like Reiner’s victims. The young lad did not tremble, he did not cry. He was not afraid of the intruders as they battled his father: he knew the man who reared him, who bled and sacrificed to support him, the fearless Reiner Fleischer, would prevail.
Reiner did prevail. The only marks that stained Fabian were temporary bruises and a burn. They were safe, but not without consequences. To Azkaban Reiner was shipped, and to Lydia Fabian went, unafraid. To Durmstrang he went, unafraid. The social dangers he had yet to experience could not possibly phase him after all this.
This was the man who raised Fabian Richard Fleischer for his first nine years.
When Reiner was banned from his team, he had to make do. Scrimping and saving did not come naturally to the former star. Reiner had kept his ban from his team, his league, the entire organization that is professional dueling for an illegally gotten wand and one too many rule breaks, under wraps, hidden from his young son. The carefree boy was perhaps curious, but already quite used to his father’s unusual schedule and strange habits, so what were a few more. For his extensive career, Reiner had been a reliable powerhouse, a fearsome opponent, and a sure path to victory. But now, having spent years in luxury with his great and abundant income, so many days with death knocking at his door under the white hot spotlight, he longed for what he could not have again.
He loved Fabian. But he wanted more. A six year old son could not give him his former glory.
And so Reiner Fleischer went underground. He disappeared for days at a time once again, leaving Fabian in Lydia’s capable care. Dueling, with another ill-gotten wand, dueling and hitting hard and winning and raking in the galleons.
As Fabian got older, Reiner’s facade began to crack, and the boy discovered his father's crimes. But it was not a crime any child would think to report, with the way Reiner presented it. “A recreational league,” he said. “Just a side hustle.”
Reiner was soon to fall from his pedestal, to fall into much bigger, much more costly crimes. The man, once famed as “The Butcher,” began to actually butcher. He was hired out as a mercenary, an assassin. But Reiner was a showman. He was a duelist, an entertainer, someone the crowd loved to hate. His spells were likewise big, flashy, and conspicuous as a king in the village slums. He used unforgivables, Dark Arts, anything he had learned that would cause harm. When Reiner hit, you knew it was him. This gained him enemies. Many enemies, dangerous enemies.
When Fabian was nine, Reiner was attacked in his own home.
The attackers had wands, and they knew how to use them well. Fabian had opened the door for these assassins and was quickly snatched up and held at wandpoint, threatened to be slaughtered like Reiner’s victims. The young lad did not tremble, he did not cry. He was not afraid of the intruders as they battled his father: he knew the man who reared him, who bled and sacrificed to support him, the fearless Reiner Fleischer, would prevail.
Reiner did prevail. The only marks that stained Fabian were temporary bruises and a burn. They were safe, but not without consequences. To Azkaban Reiner was shipped, and to Lydia Fabian went, unafraid. To Durmstrang he went, unafraid. The social dangers he had yet to experience could not possibly phase him after all this.
STATUS: Approved, Dorion Anderson, 25 Jan, 2025
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Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=36235
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Advanced Casting
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it)
Now, you might think that this ability doesn't fit Pettely well since he's a muggle-born and because of the stereo types surrounding those born with muggle parents---that they are not good at casting spells, but those stereo types are not true and frankly rude.
In fact, some people say Muggle-borns can be better at magic than kids who grew up with it, since they are much more fascinating and interesting to learn for Muggle-borns as they are new to it.
Anyway, Pettely is a very good boy at listening to his teachers teaching magic and observing things, why?
Due to his massive confidence and gigantic ego,(caused by his parents over-complementing him) he didn't have many friends at Hogwarts and since he didn't have many friends to play with and distract him during class, he only cared about how to use magic better...
He practiced next to a tree on the Hogwarts grounds every free second he had. He worked really hard on all his homeworks. He tried to read every book about casting spells in the library. If there was a spell he couldn't do, he wouldn't stop practicing it until he fully got it.
Pettely was practicing a spell next to the tree he always practiced with, he had gotten attached to it overtime.
"Tunc Sibilus!" He said, pointing his wand at the whistle, he imagined it turning in to a shiny blue watch, square-shaped with sharp edges.
The charm had been successfully casted as the Whistle shifted in to the exact kind Pettely had wanted it to be. He didn't leave out a single detail.
He held the watch up in the air, proud as hell.
At that momment, he felt a cool and refreshing breeze brushing against his face as a leaf from the tree landed gracefully on the hand that was holding up the watch. 'At least someone appreciates my damn spell work.' He thought.
"Thanks." He said, looking up at the tree, and expressing his gratitude.
"Are you talking to a fucking tree, mate?" A voice behind Pettely asked with very much of a mocking tone.
Pettely spun around to find that the source of the voice was a Ravenclaw 3rd year, smirking. Pettely couldn't think of any response to this comment. Yeah, he was talking to a bloody tree, and now realized how embarrassing that was.
"No." He lied.
The older boy stared at Pettely for a second than said, "You were, you were talking to that tree, I swear to God."
Wait, was this turning in to an argument? A debate? Battle of words? Three of his favorite things he very much loved to do? He couldn't resist, he had to talk back and lie. This was going to be fun.
"Prove that I was talking to the tree. Because I assure you, I haven't talked to a plant since I was 5."
The way he said it was impressively convincing, Pettely had made sure he let out every word with a straight face, carefully made sure there was no change in his tone, voice, whatsoever. The older boy stared for a few seconds, than raised his eyebrows.
"Okay, if you really didn't talked to a tree, you wouldn't mind if I burn it, do you?"
Pettely knew he had to admit the truth now. He didn't want the tree to burn. He was attached to that tree. He loved it.
However, before Pettely could respond, the older boy had already raised his wand, its top aiming at the tree.
"Whoa, whoa, chill, no need to actually burn it." Pettely said anxiously. This however, wasn't the correct answer for the Ravenclaw. It seemed that Pettely's interest in NOT burning the tree had made the older boy's interest in doing the opposite grow spitefully stronger
"Incendio!" The boy yelled. Sizzling jet of fire shot from his wand, and the sight of the burning tree reflected upon Pettely's eyes. He couldn't just let his tree burn slowly in to ashes, Pettely knew he had to try and extinguish the flames.
"Extinguo!" Pettely yelled, pointing his own wand at the tree. Coruskating and dazzling silvery mist came out from his wand. The mist was massive, almost large enough to cover up an entire elephant.
Sure enough, the Charm had done its job successfully and the tree remained okay, with its lush, green leaves still full of life.
Stamina: 6 / Evasion: 10 / Strength: 1 / Wisdom: 6 / ArcPower: 2 / Accuracy: 10
FC: Walker Scobell
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Advanced Casting
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it)
Now, you might think that this ability doesn't fit Pettely well since he's a muggle-born and because of the stereo types surrounding those born with muggle parents---that they are not good at casting spells, but those stereo types are not true and frankly rude.
In fact, some people say Muggle-borns can be better at magic than kids who grew up with it, since they are much more fascinating and interesting to learn for Muggle-borns as they are new to it.
Anyway, Pettely is a very good boy at listening to his teachers teaching magic and observing things, why?
Due to his massive confidence and gigantic ego,(caused by his parents over-complementing him) he didn't have many friends at Hogwarts and since he didn't have many friends to play with and distract him during class, he only cared about how to use magic better...
He practiced next to a tree on the Hogwarts grounds every free second he had. He worked really hard on all his homeworks. He tried to read every book about casting spells in the library. If there was a spell he couldn't do, he wouldn't stop practicing it until he fully got it.
Pettely was practicing a spell next to the tree he always practiced with, he had gotten attached to it overtime.
"Tunc Sibilus!" He said, pointing his wand at the whistle, he imagined it turning in to a shiny blue watch, square-shaped with sharp edges.
The charm had been successfully casted as the Whistle shifted in to the exact kind Pettely had wanted it to be. He didn't leave out a single detail.
He held the watch up in the air, proud as hell.
At that momment, he felt a cool and refreshing breeze brushing against his face as a leaf from the tree landed gracefully on the hand that was holding up the watch. 'At least someone appreciates my damn spell work.' He thought.
"Thanks." He said, looking up at the tree, and expressing his gratitude.
"Are you talking to a fucking tree, mate?" A voice behind Pettely asked with very much of a mocking tone.
Pettely spun around to find that the source of the voice was a Ravenclaw 3rd year, smirking. Pettely couldn't think of any response to this comment. Yeah, he was talking to a bloody tree, and now realized how embarrassing that was.
"No." He lied.
The older boy stared at Pettely for a second than said, "You were, you were talking to that tree, I swear to God."
Wait, was this turning in to an argument? A debate? Battle of words? Three of his favorite things he very much loved to do? He couldn't resist, he had to talk back and lie. This was going to be fun.
"Prove that I was talking to the tree. Because I assure you, I haven't talked to a plant since I was 5."
The way he said it was impressively convincing, Pettely had made sure he let out every word with a straight face, carefully made sure there was no change in his tone, voice, whatsoever. The older boy stared for a few seconds, than raised his eyebrows.
"Okay, if you really didn't talked to a tree, you wouldn't mind if I burn it, do you?"
Pettely knew he had to admit the truth now. He didn't want the tree to burn. He was attached to that tree. He loved it.
However, before Pettely could respond, the older boy had already raised his wand, its top aiming at the tree.
"Whoa, whoa, chill, no need to actually burn it." Pettely said anxiously. This however, wasn't the correct answer for the Ravenclaw. It seemed that Pettely's interest in NOT burning the tree had made the older boy's interest in doing the opposite grow spitefully stronger
"Incendio!" The boy yelled. Sizzling jet of fire shot from his wand, and the sight of the burning tree reflected upon Pettely's eyes. He couldn't just let his tree burn slowly in to ashes, Pettely knew he had to try and extinguish the flames.
"Extinguo!" Pettely yelled, pointing his own wand at the tree. Coruskating and dazzling silvery mist came out from his wand. The mist was massive, almost large enough to cover up an entire elephant.
Sure enough, the Charm had done its job successfully and the tree remained okay, with its lush, green leaves still full of life.
Reducio
let me know if you want more signs of his casting ability or something else.
STATUS: Pending, Zach Zaphiere, 3 February
Reason for Pending:
1. You cannot make your NPC to cast the spell that you don't have in your trunk post. So the use of Expelliarmus for you right now is not allowed at this moment.
2. I still don't see how Pettely has this ability. A suggestion, since the mean Ravenclaw senior burned the tree, you can make Pettely cast Extinguo which could make the fire vanish very quickly. You could also make Pettely succeed in his Tunc Sibilicus perfectly like turning the whistle into the watch that has the exact details from Pettely's mind. Anything that really shows Pettely's advanced casting ability.
STATUS: Approved, Zach Zaphiere, 22 February
Last edited by Pettely Knots on 4 Feb 2025, 07:58, edited 18 times in total.
Stamina: 6 / Evasion: 10 / Strength: 1 / Wisdom: 6 / ArcPower: 2 / Accuracy: 10
FC: Walker Scobell
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Clicky
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for:
Year 1: Fearless
Year 2: Charmer
Year 3: Spell Spread
Year 4: Advanced Casting
Year 5: Nonverbal Magic
Year 7: Wandless Magic
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Year 1 – Fearless – Word Count: 609/400
Reducio
Aiko didn’t really know when she lost her fear of the world and the things in it. Maybe it was her mother’s need to control everything, even her own daughter but Aiko felt differently. She felt that if something was going to happen, it would happen. That wasn’t to say she didn’t think it was important to not just rush into things headfirst without taking precautions. More so, that even if you did everything you could, you couldn’t control the world, no matter how hard you tried.
The first time Aiko can remember facing a scary situation without fear was the first time she climbed the tree in her parent’s yard. She was young but still old enough to know she needed breaks from her mother. Her mother caught on quickly to the hiding spots Aiko could reach, and think of in her young mind. But then one day when she was reading a book, the main character mentioned a tree house. That gave Aiko the idea that the tree in the yard would make a good hideout. Oh not by building a structure, that would be too obvious. But just climbing the tree. That would be enough to keep her out of her mother’s eye, and hopefully not someplace her mother would quickly think of.
She waited until one day when her father was home, and engrossed in a novel while she played. Aiko asked if she could go play in the yard. Her father somewhat predictably said she could go out but to stay in the yard and stay in view of the window from the kitchen, where he moved to continue reading his book. She was reminded that if the rule was broken she would not be allowed to go outside alone again for several days.
Nodding her head, Aiko moved immediately to the tree, looking up at the branches and trying to figure out the best way to approach it. Deciding a running approach would hopefully be enough to get her high enough to reach the first branch, Aiko took several giant steps back from the trunk, getting into a runner’s pose, or what she thought of as a runner’s pose. With a huff, she took off, running, her arms pumping. Approaching the tree, she took a breath, and then grabbed the trunk as she did her best to get the height. Feeling like she was flying, it took only a moment for her momentum to start to slow. Giving one final push of her arms upward, she grabbed the branch. She felt nothing but pride, pride that she had managed to get herself up, and that now she could potentially have a spot to hide.
Pulling herself up with great difficulty, her body swung back and forth as she struggled to get herself up. Finally with a puff of breath, she sat on the branch. Looking down, she realized she was quite visible and decided to climb higher. The branches were closer now that she was on the tree, and Aiko began to climb higher, taking it branch by branch. Finally when she felt she had reached high enough, Aiko looked down. The height didn’t cause her fear, instead it was triumph and an understanding that she might fall, but if she did, it wouldn’t be because of anything she did, or at least anything she did intentionally.
Her father came running out of the yard, calling her name, and Aiko called out to him, moving closer to the end of the branch. Grinning proudly at her father, she didn’t understand why he was so frightened and yelling at her to get down immediately!
Year 2 - Charmer - Word Count: 451/400
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Aiko had always been told she was a pretty girl, even her mother couldn’t argue that her looks weren’t flawless, a perfect mix of her father and mother. The best of both honestly. And her mother took pride in at least this one thing even if Aiko was a disappointment in almost every other aspect. But her mother was determined that the outside beauty would be matched with equal grace. And so much like anything else Aiko’s mother wished her to learn, she forced the girl to sit and listen, then attempt to duplicate what she wanted.
Aiko wasn’t particularly enthused about her movements having to be so restricted and looking a certain way, but she had learned that even when she argued and maybe especially when she argued her mother just pushed harder. So, with a sigh, she would carefully fold her hands just so or flutter them about in just that perfect way. Pouring tea was another lesson, one that she did not take to as well, almost always spilling a little bit for weeks and months on end until she was able to do so perfectly, with just the right tilt, and her hands carefully held in just the right position.
Then of course there was the posture. Aiko hated the posture lessons. Books on head, or holding sticks behind her back, her mother constantly nitpicking wherever they went. Although of course it was with a smile and whispered word. Aiko struggled with it for a year, her mother’s voice a constant reminder in her ear, until finally her mother could say no more. Even now, she still has perfect posture, unless she tells herself to slouch or fidget or something like that.
Once Aiko was determined old enough, when she was home for summers, she was taught the subtle art of makeup. That she did enjoy, and since her genes seemed to hold some perfect secret, she didn’t need much. But it was fun to experiment with the eyeshadow and lip colors that existed, even if her mother would fight her on going out looking like a walking art exhibit. But she didn’t care, she managed to add the fun makeup into her bag to take to school, and then just went with the boring makeup at home, not worth the effort to fight with her mother about the color.
And so, her mother continued to receive lots of praise of how her daughter was so beautiful, so graceful and elegant. Aiko could care less about any of those things, but her mother’s lessons stuck, and she didn’t care one way or the other, so it was not worth the effort to try to unlearn those lessons.
Year 3 – Spell Spread - Word Count: 456/400
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Aiko had always enjoyed the duelling matches, getting to cheer on her fellow students, and groan when something went wrong. It was to her surprise shortly after she started attending the duels that someone’s spell split and hit two different targets. Aiko’s jaw dropped, and she was surprised that handy skill had not been mentioned before. It seemed to be handy and meant that there was the potential to take out two individuals at once rather than being limited to one target. And even if it went wrong, it still seemed worth the chance.
She asked her friends, and the duellist who had done the spell spread how it was done and how she could practice. Then once she was confident, she understood enough, Aiko went to any classroom she could that contained practice dummies. She spent many an hour working to try to get her spells to split, with no success. After weeks, she still could not get the spells she was casting to do what she wanted.
One weekend afternoon she had spent three or four hours just standing there and sending flipendo at the dummies, focusing on trying to get the spell to spread to a nearby practice dummy. But nothing was working, and her frustration was growing. She may not have had a hair trigger temper but that didn’t mean it existed. And this spell spread thing was not going well at all!
Finally shrieking flipendo, Aiko’s jaw dropped as the spell left her wand and then a second stream broke from the first, heading in the general direction of both practice dummies. The first stream hit but the second did not. But still! She had done it. She attempted it again but couldn’t replicate the previous results. Taking a deep breath, she scrunched her nose, and practically growled flipendo, focusing on her frustration as a way of encouraging the split. And once more it happened. But Aiko knew that she couldn’t count on always being frustrated or angered when she needed to have her spells split, so again she attacked with renewed vigourous practice of the skill.
It took another week before she managed to do it once more during a practice session, and then the next week she did it several times. She practiced until she was tired of the words flipendo and her spells were consistently targeting where she wanted them to, and splitting when she wanted them to. Then she practiced more, but with different spells to ensure she could replicate the effort. Once she felt she had at mostly mastered the skill, she cut back on her practices knowing that it was useful to practice, but she also needed to work on other spell work as well.
Year 4 – Advanced Casting - Word Count: 471/400
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No one could claim that Aiko wasn’t determined and driven. Or stubborn. While she didn’t feel the need to be the best of the best, she also was determined that she wouldn’t just skate by. She wanted to put in the work so she could achieve whatever she wanted to do. Of course, she didn’t really have any idea what she wanted to do when she graduated but that would come. She wasn’t a natural magic user, much to her mother’s disappointment. But her father was encouraging, and whenever she got down, she would take one of his letters out of where she stored them to re-read his kind words.
With that in mind, Aiko became familiar with the library and the classrooms with the practice dummies. First, she would read the mechanics of any spells they were learning in class over and over again, making sure she was pronouncing things correctly and practicing the movements with a stick she had brought from her home. After all the librarian would likely not be pleased to have Aiko accidentally catch something on fire, or thrown or any of the things that could go wrong with an incorrectly cast spell. And her fellow schoolmates would not appreciate the disruption to their studies.
Then she would move to the practical practice. She’d find an empty classroom with the practice dummies, or bring anything she needed that wasn’t in the classrooms already to practice on. Once she got to human transfiguration, she made sure there were mirrors for her to see the changes in. And then practice would begin. She would start by practicing alone until she could cast the spell repeatedly without issue. Then once she felt confident in her skills, she would ask her friends to come with her and practice on each other, or with the other people being loud and distracting until she could consistently do the spell even when there was a lot going on around her. At that point she’d consider the spell mastered and add it to her regular rotation of spells to practice to ensure she didn’t get rusty or forget something.
It wasn’t exactly the most fun thing sometimes, and she would rather be off flying or figuring out how to climb the trees nearby or something other than practicing in a classroom in her free time, but she was determined to not be a liability. Although admittedly her healing spells could use some work, and those tended to be the ones she more frequently worked on. For some reason those spells were the most difficult for her to conquer, and so she worked the hardest on them. But all the practice eventually paid off and she knew the spells backwards and forwards, able to cast them mostly well even in the most chaotic of places.
Year 5 – Nonverbal Magic - Word Count: 502/400
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In her studying, Aiko came across a mention of Nonverbal magic. Curious as she was pretty sure it was obvious what that meant, Aiko worked to research the topic more. It involved several hours spent in the library, and even more fearful, asking the librarian for help. As she expected, it would mean she would be able to cast spells even when she couldn’t speak. In her second year, she had had a bad cold that meant she had difficulty speaking and had made her classes uncomfortable for about a week before she felt comfortable speaking a lot. This would have come in handy that time, and she could see other uses as well. If you wanted to stay hidden but needed to cast, or didn’t want the individual in question to know what you were casting. All of those were more than good enough to learn the skill.
So as was her habit, she studied and re-read the books that explained how to use her magic nonverbally and then it came time to practice. Off she went to her favorite classroom and finding it empty, she started simple with the red sparks spell. Focusing on the movement, she took baby steps, mouthing the spell instead of verbalising it. At first nothing happened. Then a few hours later some smoke arose from her wand. Hopefully, Aiko thought, the beginning of sparks rather than some kind of burning out her wand. The next day Aiko returned and all she got was smoke again, but this time it was every time. Feeling discouraged she found another classroom for the third day, and finally she made a mini shower of spark that barely left her wand. It took several weeks before she could get the height and vibrancy that she was looking for while mouthing the spell.
Then she moved onto only saying the spell in her head, locking her lips shut, and probably looking like some kind of chubby cheeked squirrel as she did so. That took months to get to the point she could generate even the smallest of sparks from her wand. Then more quickly those sparks grew and became more vibrant until she felt comfortable. Even when she was in the hallways between classes or at mealtimes she practiced, wanting to master the skill now that she was seeing success. Once confident with the red sparks spell, she moved onto her other spells, of course it required dummies or objects at times, or a mirror, but each different spell came easier and easier, as she began to master the art of nonverbal magic and combined it with her well practiced spells.
She didn’t ever try spells for the first time nonverbally. Well not after the first time she did so and almost destroyed her school bag. Aiko learned from that that it was better to master the spell verbally before moving on to the nonverbal aspect. But by the end of her schooling, she was somewhat proficient in casting spells nonverbally.
Year 7 – Wandless Magic - Word Count: 496/400
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Much like her adventure with nonverbal magic, Aiko stumbled across a mention of Wandless magic while doing research for an essay she was writing for one of her classes. Intrigued she went to the transfiguration professor (Aiko’s favorite professor), and asked a number of questions about the skill, including how hard it was to master and how one would go about doing so. Aiko was a little confused about the gesture, but supposed it made sense. After all, she was used to doing gestures with spells, so it didn’t seem so inconceivable that it wouldn’t work without some sort of gesture. Even if it only was because her brain had already made that connection and she had better control of her magic so the connection to release of magic and gesture seemed a habit, but Aiko was unsure of what she could do. It obviously had to be with one hand, because if she only had the one hand available, she wanted to be able to cast, but she also hadn’t done well at snapping. She wasn’t sure what the block was, but she had tried for years and never gotten the skill down pat.
Then one day, she was tapping her fingers in a random pattern, and it came to her, she could make a flicking motion with her middle finger and thumb. That would surely be an easy enough action to do even if restrained.
Now that she had a gesture in mind, she started working to practice, at first only putting her wand a few inches away, and then attempting to cast. The first few (okay probably hundred) attempts ended in either nothing happening, or something she had not intended happening. At least once, her wand was blown clear across the room, which meant she had to go retrieve it. Slowly but surely, she started to get better. As she started doing better, she would move the wand farther and farther away until it could be across the room, and she could still cast most of the time.
She hadn’t told her friends she was practicing, wanting to get the hang of it before she showed them, as she didn’t want to be disappointed if she couldn’t do it. And it would be worse for others to know about her failure. But one day, she invited her best friend to have an informal duel with her. Of course, they were both trying to disarm each other, so Aiko was not surprised when her friend managed to land a disarming spell. She flicked her middle finger against her thumb and said the incantation for the summoning spell, pleased when the wand returned to her hand. Her friend’s surprise was a confidence booster, and Aiko cast her own disarming spell, taking advantage of her friend’s shock to disarm and then summon her friend’s wand to herself, effectively ending the duel. Grinning with pleasure, Aiko resolved to keep practicing the skill as it was quite handy.
STATUS: Approved, Melisande, 5 February
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Haven was never very good at healing magic, but she had always been good at making them feel better or keeping an eye on them to be sure they were okay. That’s why she always had a box of band-aids in her pocket. Yeah, she enjoyed collecting them, and showing them off, but she was never afraid to give one away to someone in need.
She took after her mother in the way that she helped take care of others. Haven had fond memories of her mother patching up her own wounds, gently applying a wet cloth before fetching the bandage, giving it a kiss once she was all fixed up. Now, a little bit older, Haven did the same to those who needed, giving them a hug and putting them at ease before giving them a fun patterned band-aid to fix them up. While she had no qualms with giving their boo-boo a kiss, she usually instead opted to give them a piece of candy from her pocket instead.
She would notice when her friends or housemates seemed to be feeling under the weather, too, and would quickly offer to bring them a blanket or a cup of tea (or perhaps a cool stick might make them feel better, too!). She would fetch the ingredients from the box of things she kept under her bed without a second thought. Haven would gladly get them soup from the kitchens if they were stuck in bed, or stay with them, holding back their hair while another went to fetch the nurse.
Anytime one of her classmates got a paper cut, she wouldn’t hesitate to pull out her box of band-aids, offering them one that suited their style or personality. “It’s Chase from Paw Patrol!” she’d reassure them, always sure to be up-to-date on her band-aid styles.
It wasn’t just their physical injuries she’d help with, either. She was known for putting people at ease and making them feel better, more calm, but also helped boost their resolve. Haven often received care packages, and they were never just for her care, in her mind. So, she used them to help take care of others, offering them snacks or little treats, helping to make their day and let them feel just a little bit better.
After the sports games, she’d go visit them in the hospital wing, encouraging them of their success, even if they didn’t win! She was a big cheerleader for others, even if there usually wasn’t anyone cheering for her. She wanted them to know that they did the best they could, and that was enough, though she couldn’t find herself thinking that about herself.
Haven was always better at taking care of others than herself. It was so much easier to ensure they were well before even thinking about her own needs. It was something she could be good at, unlike her schoolwork. She could find happiness in helping others, and she enjoyed it dearly.
She was never very good at healing, but she had a big heart, and wanted everyone to be safe and healthy.
Haven was never very good at healing magic, but she had always been good at making them feel better or keeping an eye on them to be sure they were okay. That’s why she always had a box of band-aids in her pocket. Yeah, she enjoyed collecting them, and showing them off, but she was never afraid to give one away to someone in need.
She took after her mother in the way that she helped take care of others. Haven had fond memories of her mother patching up her own wounds, gently applying a wet cloth before fetching the bandage, giving it a kiss once she was all fixed up. Now, a little bit older, Haven did the same to those who needed, giving them a hug and putting them at ease before giving them a fun patterned band-aid to fix them up. While she had no qualms with giving their boo-boo a kiss, she usually instead opted to give them a piece of candy from her pocket instead.
She would notice when her friends or housemates seemed to be feeling under the weather, too, and would quickly offer to bring them a blanket or a cup of tea (or perhaps a cool stick might make them feel better, too!). She would fetch the ingredients from the box of things she kept under her bed without a second thought. Haven would gladly get them soup from the kitchens if they were stuck in bed, or stay with them, holding back their hair while another went to fetch the nurse.
Anytime one of her classmates got a paper cut, she wouldn’t hesitate to pull out her box of band-aids, offering them one that suited their style or personality. “It’s Chase from Paw Patrol!” she’d reassure them, always sure to be up-to-date on her band-aid styles.
It wasn’t just their physical injuries she’d help with, either. She was known for putting people at ease and making them feel better, more calm, but also helped boost their resolve. Haven often received care packages, and they were never just for her care, in her mind. So, she used them to help take care of others, offering them snacks or little treats, helping to make their day and let them feel just a little bit better.
After the sports games, she’d go visit them in the hospital wing, encouraging them of their success, even if they didn’t win! She was a big cheerleader for others, even if there usually wasn’t anyone cheering for her. She wanted them to know that they did the best they could, and that was enough, though she couldn’t find herself thinking that about herself.
Haven was always better at taking care of others than herself. It was so much easier to ensure they were well before even thinking about her own needs. It was something she could be good at, unlike her schoolwork. She could find happiness in helping others, and she enjoyed it dearly.
She was never very good at healing, but she had a big heart, and wanted everyone to be safe and healthy.
STATUS: Approved, Melisande, 5th February
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Both of Raya's parents worked, so they didn't have the time to home school her, instead sending her to a young wizard daycare for most of her youth before she got sent to Hogwarts.
Raya always felt different, estranged from the other kids around her. Their laughter, their games, their easy conversations, she didn’t understand how they did it. She just stayed as an observer, not wanting to bother or disrupt their conversations, just watching from the shadows. It wasn’t truly out of a desire to be alone, it was just easier that way. She'd carefully monitor their movements, copying every facial expression, hand movement, and word into her brain, hoping one day she'd be able to imitate them for real, not just in her bathroom mirror. Fitting in, one day slipping into their world and feeling seen, that was her final goal.
As she grew, she honed her innate skills of disappearing into the background. She trained her footsteps to be so quiet they were almost imperceptible, her presence so subtle that even the most sensitive animals wouldn’t sense her. Even with dry fall leaves under her feet, she was able to sneak up to deer, squirrels and birds, and watch them from the cover of a rock. At school, she was a silent observer, eavesdropping on conversations, picking up on the small details others missed, her teachers murmuring about classmates performances, or her classmates gossiping about who likes who, annoying homework, or other seemingly meaningless babble. Her mind cataloged it all, organizing mental folders on everyone she encountered.
One day, as she was creeping along a narrow path in the woods, following a particularly elusive fox, she found herself moving with an almost impossible fluidity. It was as if her body had been reshaped by years of silent observation and practice. Each step was measured, each movement purposeful, yet effortless. Her feet barely made a sound on the forest floor, and her body seemed to twist and bend in ways that felt entirely natural, as though the wind itself guided her. It wasn’t just physical grace, it was a heightened awareness of her surroundings, the ability to anticipate and avoid every obstacle in her path.
It was then that she realized it was no longer a matter of just fitting in, or of mimicking others, it was about moving through the world with a kind of invisible power. Her quiet observance had transformed into something more- a finely honed skill that allowed her to move unnoticed, to observe without being seen. And, just like a cat, she could slip into places without a trace, a shadow among shadows, knowing exactly when to leap and when to wait.
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Both of Raya's parents worked, so they didn't have the time to home school her, instead sending her to a young wizard daycare for most of her youth before she got sent to Hogwarts.
Raya always felt different, estranged from the other kids around her. Their laughter, their games, their easy conversations, she didn’t understand how they did it. She just stayed as an observer, not wanting to bother or disrupt their conversations, just watching from the shadows. It wasn’t truly out of a desire to be alone, it was just easier that way. She'd carefully monitor their movements, copying every facial expression, hand movement, and word into her brain, hoping one day she'd be able to imitate them for real, not just in her bathroom mirror. Fitting in, one day slipping into their world and feeling seen, that was her final goal.
As she grew, she honed her innate skills of disappearing into the background. She trained her footsteps to be so quiet they were almost imperceptible, her presence so subtle that even the most sensitive animals wouldn’t sense her. Even with dry fall leaves under her feet, she was able to sneak up to deer, squirrels and birds, and watch them from the cover of a rock. At school, she was a silent observer, eavesdropping on conversations, picking up on the small details others missed, her teachers murmuring about classmates performances, or her classmates gossiping about who likes who, annoying homework, or other seemingly meaningless babble. Her mind cataloged it all, organizing mental folders on everyone she encountered.
One day, as she was creeping along a narrow path in the woods, following a particularly elusive fox, she found herself moving with an almost impossible fluidity. It was as if her body had been reshaped by years of silent observation and practice. Each step was measured, each movement purposeful, yet effortless. Her feet barely made a sound on the forest floor, and her body seemed to twist and bend in ways that felt entirely natural, as though the wind itself guided her. It wasn’t just physical grace, it was a heightened awareness of her surroundings, the ability to anticipate and avoid every obstacle in her path.
It was then that she realized it was no longer a matter of just fitting in, or of mimicking others, it was about moving through the world with a kind of invisible power. Her quiet observance had transformed into something more- a finely honed skill that allowed her to move unnoticed, to observe without being seen. And, just like a cat, she could slip into places without a trace, a shadow among shadows, knowing exactly when to leap and when to wait.
Word Count: 449
STATUS: Approved, Melisande, 5th February
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Silva loves animals. Not just that, but she will care for and tame any animal that lets her. So, when she got her new owl that was what she immediately decided to do. Thankfully, her owl, Skye, would love to let her do that. Her owl, which is a tiny 3 year old eastern screech owl, is happy to do whatever Silva asks her to and is always willing to tough it up a little bit. Though small and generally calm she is happy to fight for hers or her owner's rights. Meanwhile her owner would love nothing better than to leave the fighting to her owl.
So, in agreement, they began training. Everyday she went out with Skye and trained her... as well as giving her a lot of treats. After almost a month they began to almost think as one. Or at least it seemed that way to Silva. She always seemed to know what Skye wanted and Skye almost always understood what Silva wanted. It was a partnership, and one that was greatly loved by both sides.
The first test of this partnership was when Silva sent Skye out to send a letter to her parents. This was the first time they were separated, and Silva worried greatly about how it would change their relationship. When Skye returned, she seemed distant. As if being free out in the wild had changed her again. Silva cried. She broke down in tears as her incredible new friend seemed to turn wild, but as she cried, Skye nuzzled up to her and nibbled her fingers. It was a small act, but it permanently solidified the bond between animal and human.
The two, now almost seeming to be one, were so fully bonded that nothing could break them apart. In fact, it became hard for Silva to actually send her new owl on trips to give letters. So, after school was over and she went to the owlery to find Skye, when she found her owl missing she panicked. At first she thought Skye was just out hunting but she didn't get back that night or the night after that.
Silva was panicking. She was terrified. Where was her owl. Two more days and nights passed and she couldn't relax. Finally, after 4 days of being missing Skye returned holding a letter. It was a letter from her parents. The clever owl had gone all the way to her family and back to get her a letter. She never really understood why Skye had decided to leave, but it made their relationship even better. Now they could love each other and still be separated.
And so, the two were filled with love, trust, and understanding for each other.
So, in agreement, they began training. Everyday she went out with Skye and trained her... as well as giving her a lot of treats. After almost a month they began to almost think as one. Or at least it seemed that way to Silva. She always seemed to know what Skye wanted and Skye almost always understood what Silva wanted. It was a partnership, and one that was greatly loved by both sides.
The first test of this partnership was when Silva sent Skye out to send a letter to her parents. This was the first time they were separated, and Silva worried greatly about how it would change their relationship. When Skye returned, she seemed distant. As if being free out in the wild had changed her again. Silva cried. She broke down in tears as her incredible new friend seemed to turn wild, but as she cried, Skye nuzzled up to her and nibbled her fingers. It was a small act, but it permanently solidified the bond between animal and human.
The two, now almost seeming to be one, were so fully bonded that nothing could break them apart. In fact, it became hard for Silva to actually send her new owl on trips to give letters. So, after school was over and she went to the owlery to find Skye, when she found her owl missing she panicked. At first she thought Skye was just out hunting but she didn't get back that night or the night after that.
Silva was panicking. She was terrified. Where was her owl. Two more days and nights passed and she couldn't relax. Finally, after 4 days of being missing Skye returned holding a letter. It was a letter from her parents. The clever owl had gone all the way to her family and back to get her a letter. She never really understood why Skye had decided to leave, but it made their relationship even better. Now they could love each other and still be separated.
And so, the two were filled with love, trust, and understanding for each other.
STATUS: Approved, Melisande, 5th February
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Dennis grew up as a protector. With two younger siblings that always found themselves in trouble, it fell on him to sort things out and put them to rights. No matter what happened, Dennis was always there to protect them. Dennis is fearless, to his very core, and many situations have demonstrated this attribute, here are 3 to serve as the example.
The first example is from childhood. It was his very first display of magic. His brother had escaped the yard into oncoming traffic to retrieve a ball. Without thinking he leapt into action to save him. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know how to stop a car. It didn’t matter that he was also afraid. The only thing that mattered was getting his brother back safely. It is this desire that sparked his first usage of magic as wild as it was, this strong sense of doing what is necessary in the face of death would follow him to his schooldays at Hogwarts.
Two more instances demonstrate his fearlessness that only grew in his first year. Dennis befriended a goblin named Clark. Despite their differences, Dennis embraced his new friend when others would not, especially his family. Unafraid of the howler, or the repercussions of associating with him, Dennis overcame peer pressure and image. Even getting snotted over and spat on in the process. Not only does he rush into danger, but he also has a disposition toward befriending other species.
There is one more example from his first year. A large fourth year crossed his path by the name of Nicholas McCowan, a Goliath of a teenager. Perhaps any other boy his age as an 11 year old would think it was a bad choice to say the least to go up against someone so menacing. Dennis didn’t even blink. He demonstrated fierce determination, pure grit, and a stunning lack of self preservation. Blow after blow, Dennis kept coming until he couldn’t anymore, his final act before waking up in the hospital wing being one of continued spirit. If the situation calls for it, he puts aside all his feelings and dives headlong into the fray no matter the opponent, no matter the cost. Dennis, maybe to a fault, is fearless.
It’s not only his pure concentrated power of will that gives him this attribute but also his intense Ravenclaw curiosity. Dennis has a strong desire to seek out and meet other creatures. In his first year he went around the grounds with friends to find any kind of creature he could and to try and understand them. It is not only his propensity to be impulsive when it matters most that makes him fearless, but also his need to understand others around him.
The first example is from childhood. It was his very first display of magic. His brother had escaped the yard into oncoming traffic to retrieve a ball. Without thinking he leapt into action to save him. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know how to stop a car. It didn’t matter that he was also afraid. The only thing that mattered was getting his brother back safely. It is this desire that sparked his first usage of magic as wild as it was, this strong sense of doing what is necessary in the face of death would follow him to his schooldays at Hogwarts.
Two more instances demonstrate his fearlessness that only grew in his first year. Dennis befriended a goblin named Clark. Despite their differences, Dennis embraced his new friend when others would not, especially his family. Unafraid of the howler, or the repercussions of associating with him, Dennis overcame peer pressure and image. Even getting snotted over and spat on in the process. Not only does he rush into danger, but he also has a disposition toward befriending other species.
There is one more example from his first year. A large fourth year crossed his path by the name of Nicholas McCowan, a Goliath of a teenager. Perhaps any other boy his age as an 11 year old would think it was a bad choice to say the least to go up against someone so menacing. Dennis didn’t even blink. He demonstrated fierce determination, pure grit, and a stunning lack of self preservation. Blow after blow, Dennis kept coming until he couldn’t anymore, his final act before waking up in the hospital wing being one of continued spirit. If the situation calls for it, he puts aside all his feelings and dives headlong into the fray no matter the opponent, no matter the cost. Dennis, maybe to a fault, is fearless.
It’s not only his pure concentrated power of will that gives him this attribute but also his intense Ravenclaw curiosity. Dennis has a strong desire to seek out and meet other creatures. In his first year he went around the grounds with friends to find any kind of creature he could and to try and understand them. It is not only his propensity to be impulsive when it matters most that makes him fearless, but also his need to understand others around him.
STATUS: Pending, Melisande, 5th February
Reason for Pending:
I need Clark and Nicholas to give their permission to be included in this application so I can approve it.
STATUS: Approved, Melisande, 5th February
Staff: Makaio Kāne | iNPC: Maria Leung de Almeida