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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence
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Quentin had always had a laid back, easy-going personality. He’d always been friendly, always loved to laugh and to joke and always wanted to be surrounded by friends. Even as a toddler, he had an infectious little laugh that would burst forth at nearly every opportunity, causing the adults around him to chuckle or grin in response. He’d always loved games and having fun. And as soon as he was old enough to really interact with those around him, he’d wanted everyone else to have just as much fun as he was having. Inclusive nearly to a fault, he’d never liked to see anyone left out or off on their own. He would always do his best to be endearing and pull them into whatever group activity that he and his friends had planned for that day. Whether it be sports or social events like birthday parties, sleepovers, or hangouts. He made sure that every kid in his class was welcomed in, no matter where they came from, what they looked like, or how much money their family had. He’d never suffered bullies, and his infectious and happy-go-lucky demeanor meant that his friends generally felt the same. It was hard for any bully to pick on anyone when Quentin and his large group of friends were there sticking up for that person at the first sign of trouble. Funnily enough, Quentin would generally invite the would-be bully to join them in whatever adventure they were on as well. In his mind, there was no better feeling than watching two people who had just nearly been at odds get the chance to discover just how much they actually have in common.
His parents had always instilled in him the benefits of community and having people to rely on, and despite the fact that he was an only child, he felt like he always had brothers and sisters around. His house was the house that everyone hung out at, since his parents were just as loving and caring as he was, and there wasn’t an adult around that didn’t trust them with their child after seeing how genuinely friendly and inclusive Quentin was. In fact, there were many times growing up where one of his friends who maybe didn’t have the best home life would come to stay with them for an extended period of time. Weeks or months until things settled down at home and they had a little more stability. So, to Quentin, it seemed like he constantly had siblings around. And his personality extended into the sports that they played as well. Football had always been a passion of his and we know that sometimes it can get a little heated and chippy on the pitch. If that started to happen, Quentin was always the one, reaching out to put a hand on a teammate’s shoulder. Pulling them back from confrontation. Whispering in their ears that it was going to be fine. To just play the game for the fun of it and forget everything else. Even when he was the one receiving some not particularly sportsmanlike shots during a match, when he was the one getting his ankles taken out by a wayward tackle, he wouldn’t let his teammates go after the opposition on his behalf. “It’s fine, guys. Just chill. I’m fine. Let’s just focus on the game.” He always knew what was really important and did his best to make sure that his friends understood the same.
At Hogwarts, this extends to his new friends. Even when a friendly smile is met with an unblinking stare, such as was the case with Syrah, he is never discouraged for long. And if she ever needs help with anything, he will likely be one of the first to offer whatever aid he can. He hates to see anyone hurting. He doesn't want anyone to be sad if there is anything he can do to fix it. And he has and will continue to always do his best to quickly diffuse any tense situation. Because the world is a better place when we can all do something fun together.
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence
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Quentin had always had a laid back, easy-going personality. He’d always been friendly, always loved to laugh and to joke and always wanted to be surrounded by friends. Even as a toddler, he had an infectious little laugh that would burst forth at nearly every opportunity, causing the adults around him to chuckle or grin in response. He’d always loved games and having fun. And as soon as he was old enough to really interact with those around him, he’d wanted everyone else to have just as much fun as he was having. Inclusive nearly to a fault, he’d never liked to see anyone left out or off on their own. He would always do his best to be endearing and pull them into whatever group activity that he and his friends had planned for that day. Whether it be sports or social events like birthday parties, sleepovers, or hangouts. He made sure that every kid in his class was welcomed in, no matter where they came from, what they looked like, or how much money their family had. He’d never suffered bullies, and his infectious and happy-go-lucky demeanor meant that his friends generally felt the same. It was hard for any bully to pick on anyone when Quentin and his large group of friends were there sticking up for that person at the first sign of trouble. Funnily enough, Quentin would generally invite the would-be bully to join them in whatever adventure they were on as well. In his mind, there was no better feeling than watching two people who had just nearly been at odds get the chance to discover just how much they actually have in common.
His parents had always instilled in him the benefits of community and having people to rely on, and despite the fact that he was an only child, he felt like he always had brothers and sisters around. His house was the house that everyone hung out at, since his parents were just as loving and caring as he was, and there wasn’t an adult around that didn’t trust them with their child after seeing how genuinely friendly and inclusive Quentin was. In fact, there were many times growing up where one of his friends who maybe didn’t have the best home life would come to stay with them for an extended period of time. Weeks or months until things settled down at home and they had a little more stability. So, to Quentin, it seemed like he constantly had siblings around. And his personality extended into the sports that they played as well. Football had always been a passion of his and we know that sometimes it can get a little heated and chippy on the pitch. If that started to happen, Quentin was always the one, reaching out to put a hand on a teammate’s shoulder. Pulling them back from confrontation. Whispering in their ears that it was going to be fine. To just play the game for the fun of it and forget everything else. Even when he was the one receiving some not particularly sportsmanlike shots during a match, when he was the one getting his ankles taken out by a wayward tackle, he wouldn’t let his teammates go after the opposition on his behalf. “It’s fine, guys. Just chill. I’m fine. Let’s just focus on the game.” He always knew what was really important and did his best to make sure that his friends understood the same.
At Hogwarts, this extends to his new friends. Even when a friendly smile is met with an unblinking stare, such as was the case with Syrah, he is never discouraged for long. And if she ever needs help with anything, he will likely be one of the first to offer whatever aid he can. He hates to see anyone hurting. He doesn't want anyone to be sad if there is anything he can do to fix it. And he has and will continue to always do his best to quickly diffuse any tense situation. Because the world is a better place when we can all do something fun together.
(690 words)
STATUS: Approved - Koko, 7 March 2025
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Charmer (2nd Year)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Unfettered Flight (3rd Year)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Spell Spread (4th Year)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Charmer (2nd Year)
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Ari, for better or worse, stuck out like a sore thumb among other students. Whether it was his taller than average frame, his spiky black hair that resembled the locks of a muggle musician from the 80's, or his bright blue eyes, he was very easy to pick out in the halls. Did he mind? Not one bit.
From a young age, his parents had made it clear that they wanted to integrate their lives into that of muggles. Being Purebloods, the seclusion the Gwild family had chosen over decades had led to a mindset of seclusion as well, shunning the vast majority of muggle cultural aspects to uphold their pureblood values much like other pureblood families had done for many generations. Ari's parents never understood why this was so, so they chose to set boundaries of distance and move to East London while Ari was in utero.
Ari was always taught to embrace the world around him with open arms, and to express himself freely. The band shirts and leather jackets were not a newly found aesthetic, rather a staple that had stuck around for much of his life. Some of his peers before Hogwarts thought it was odd, while others found it intriguing. He was getting older, going through what some would call "phases" of adolescence. He held confidence that his image would likely not change much over time, however, as this was what made him happy.
But, as his third year at Hogwarts began, Ari began to wonder. Was he really that different? Yes, he could easily see over many of the heads of his peers as they rushed to classes, but there were some others he was able to briefly make eye contact with. There were other kids here with brightly colored hair, a fashion taste that some might call "outdated" or "eclectic". Hogwarts was a melting pot of inclusivity, footsteps originating from all corners of the world. No one was left out or left behind. Everyone was free to be seen as they wished. Yet there would still be so many eyes that wandered Ari's way. Was he really that charming?
Even if he wasn't the prettiest face in the school, he was witty, easy to distinguish, and maybe he really was charming to some on the surface. He didn't mind being a subject of discussion based on appearance or attitude. Frankly, he didn't care much what others thought. His happiness and content didn't depend on words that weren't his. Maybe that was where his charm lied in the end. True freedom of self. (428 words)
From a young age, his parents had made it clear that they wanted to integrate their lives into that of muggles. Being Purebloods, the seclusion the Gwild family had chosen over decades had led to a mindset of seclusion as well, shunning the vast majority of muggle cultural aspects to uphold their pureblood values much like other pureblood families had done for many generations. Ari's parents never understood why this was so, so they chose to set boundaries of distance and move to East London while Ari was in utero.
Ari was always taught to embrace the world around him with open arms, and to express himself freely. The band shirts and leather jackets were not a newly found aesthetic, rather a staple that had stuck around for much of his life. Some of his peers before Hogwarts thought it was odd, while others found it intriguing. He was getting older, going through what some would call "phases" of adolescence. He held confidence that his image would likely not change much over time, however, as this was what made him happy.
But, as his third year at Hogwarts began, Ari began to wonder. Was he really that different? Yes, he could easily see over many of the heads of his peers as they rushed to classes, but there were some others he was able to briefly make eye contact with. There were other kids here with brightly colored hair, a fashion taste that some might call "outdated" or "eclectic". Hogwarts was a melting pot of inclusivity, footsteps originating from all corners of the world. No one was left out or left behind. Everyone was free to be seen as they wished. Yet there would still be so many eyes that wandered Ari's way. Was he really that charming?
Even if he wasn't the prettiest face in the school, he was witty, easy to distinguish, and maybe he really was charming to some on the surface. He didn't mind being a subject of discussion based on appearance or attitude. Frankly, he didn't care much what others thought. His happiness and content didn't depend on words that weren't his. Maybe that was where his charm lied in the end. True freedom of self. (428 words)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Unfettered Flight (3rd Year)
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Broom racing was never going to become an easy hobby. That was the simple, honest truth. It didn't matter that Ari had been racing for Ravenclaw intramurally his entire tenure at Hogwarts, the task of flying a broom at breakneck speed through challenging obstacles would fail to grow simpler with time as the sport advanced with time. Things would only get more complicated.
That didn't deter the desire to feel the wind in his hair as he tore through the open sky, the adrenaline surging with each heartbeat as he dodged and weaved through rocks and trees. It was a feeling that magic, though integrated, could not change. It was that primal human instinct to face danger head on and laugh in its face while proving yourself worthy. Ari had proven himself worthy of evading the hand of a worser fate many times on a broom racing course, and though he knew the school wouldn't allow the courses to get out of hand, they weren't a walk in the woods.
While Ari was nothing close to a master at evasion, he had learned over time what his mind was capable of doing in the realm of multitasking. With over five races under his belt, he was certainly experienced when compared to other racers in the school. He was a fast flyer, but did not choose to rely on speed alone. Like any sport, it was a matter of balancing the elements with the mind. Trying to focus and conjure a spell was equally as difficult as flying a broom through an obstacle course, and trial, error, and especially practice had helped him gain more control of his flight. His white knuckled grip had gradually loosened to a firm but confident hold as years progressed.
Though confidence did not remove the challenge, it allowed room for personal advantage. It hardens resilience and boosts concentration. Ari felt much more capable of focusing a spell and casting it on a broom now than he did when he first started competing. And even if he did sustain an injury as a result of trying to handle too much at once, it didn't hurt as bad as it used to. Compared to prior races where his clothes would be shredded by thorns or scorched by flames, the damage was nowhere near as visibly devastating now. And going forward, he had faith that he could only become greater at this craft. Practice makes perfect in the end after all. (413 words)
That didn't deter the desire to feel the wind in his hair as he tore through the open sky, the adrenaline surging with each heartbeat as he dodged and weaved through rocks and trees. It was a feeling that magic, though integrated, could not change. It was that primal human instinct to face danger head on and laugh in its face while proving yourself worthy. Ari had proven himself worthy of evading the hand of a worser fate many times on a broom racing course, and though he knew the school wouldn't allow the courses to get out of hand, they weren't a walk in the woods.
While Ari was nothing close to a master at evasion, he had learned over time what his mind was capable of doing in the realm of multitasking. With over five races under his belt, he was certainly experienced when compared to other racers in the school. He was a fast flyer, but did not choose to rely on speed alone. Like any sport, it was a matter of balancing the elements with the mind. Trying to focus and conjure a spell was equally as difficult as flying a broom through an obstacle course, and trial, error, and especially practice had helped him gain more control of his flight. His white knuckled grip had gradually loosened to a firm but confident hold as years progressed.
Though confidence did not remove the challenge, it allowed room for personal advantage. It hardens resilience and boosts concentration. Ari felt much more capable of focusing a spell and casting it on a broom now than he did when he first started competing. And even if he did sustain an injury as a result of trying to handle too much at once, it didn't hurt as bad as it used to. Compared to prior races where his clothes would be shredded by thorns or scorched by flames, the damage was nowhere near as visibly devastating now. And going forward, he had faith that he could only become greater at this craft. Practice makes perfect in the end after all. (413 words)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Spell Spread (4th Year)
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It was common knowledge that Ari was a bit of a perfectionist when it came to practicing magic. One would expect nothing less from a Ravenclaw, would they?
What some people didn't seem to catch right away, however, was Ari's flair for the dramatic. Yes, he already stood out with his looks and academics, but a part of him had always wanted to go beyond that, to be flashier. Was that even achievable for someone like him? If it wasn't, he'd make it achievable.
Before making the choice to join Ravenclaw's freshly formed broom racing team, Ari had set his eyes on becoming a competitive duelist while at Hogwarts. As much as he thoroughly enjoyed broom racing and wouldn't think of leaving the team now, spellcasting was still an underlying passion. In fact, he might say it was his favorite part of racing itself. He had given himself a head start over the summer, reading over bits and pieces of the textbooks he had gotten when his parents took him to Diagon Alley. He was determined to do well in his classes and stand out among his peers magically. He wouldn't settle for less.
He kept his focus on his studies, going over incantations and wand movements to the point he was likely doing them in his sleep. And if he wasn't practicing for the next race, he was practicing hitting targets. Even though the core part of the sport he participated in was maneuvering a flying broom through obstacles, targeting opponents was equally as important to ensure an advantage and secure victory. Ari's spells rarely missed their mark. That was something he was sure of. That was what made him a good component to the team. But he wanted to be even better.
And though it was difficult, with enough practice and determination, Ari was able to figure out a way to make targeting even more effective. The technique was to cast a spell in such a way that it would hit not one, but two opponents close together. He had seen some students, particularly duelists, do this before in regulated matches, and he wanted to learn it for himself. It seemed to pay off based on the times he had tried it on inanimate objects, and he was certainly eager to get out to an obstacle course and try this on moving people. It would be difficult up in the air dodging trees, but if he could make it work, the reward would be fantastic. (417 words)
What some people didn't seem to catch right away, however, was Ari's flair for the dramatic. Yes, he already stood out with his looks and academics, but a part of him had always wanted to go beyond that, to be flashier. Was that even achievable for someone like him? If it wasn't, he'd make it achievable.
Before making the choice to join Ravenclaw's freshly formed broom racing team, Ari had set his eyes on becoming a competitive duelist while at Hogwarts. As much as he thoroughly enjoyed broom racing and wouldn't think of leaving the team now, spellcasting was still an underlying passion. In fact, he might say it was his favorite part of racing itself. He had given himself a head start over the summer, reading over bits and pieces of the textbooks he had gotten when his parents took him to Diagon Alley. He was determined to do well in his classes and stand out among his peers magically. He wouldn't settle for less.
He kept his focus on his studies, going over incantations and wand movements to the point he was likely doing them in his sleep. And if he wasn't practicing for the next race, he was practicing hitting targets. Even though the core part of the sport he participated in was maneuvering a flying broom through obstacles, targeting opponents was equally as important to ensure an advantage and secure victory. Ari's spells rarely missed their mark. That was something he was sure of. That was what made him a good component to the team. But he wanted to be even better.
And though it was difficult, with enough practice and determination, Ari was able to figure out a way to make targeting even more effective. The technique was to cast a spell in such a way that it would hit not one, but two opponents close together. He had seen some students, particularly duelists, do this before in regulated matches, and he wanted to learn it for himself. It seemed to pay off based on the times he had tried it on inanimate objects, and he was certainly eager to get out to an obstacle course and try this on moving people. It would be difficult up in the air dodging trees, but if he could make it work, the reward would be fantastic. (417 words)
STATUS: Approved, Aulis, 9th March
| Inveniam viam aut faciam | Sta: 11 | Eva: 11 | Str: 7 | Wis: 12 | Arc: 9 | Acc: 12 |
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Keen Eye (1st year ability)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioAulis was always an observant child. Growing up in young childhood with a Seeress mother, he always believed that half a Seer's job was done the moment a client walked into the room - observing their clothes, their face, the way they carried themselves, the inside of their bag if possible. More information meant less guesswork, and guesswork, Unelma always said, was a Seer's worst enemy.
By the time he hit his first official year of learning magic at Koldovstoretz, however - having boarded at the conservatory for five years already beforehand - Aulis had formed his own theory that it was actually bad guesswork that was a Seer's most feared foe. Good guesswork, on the other hand, was a Seer's most helpful enemy.
Following his theory meant lots of trial and error, but luckily, new students joined Koldovstoretz fairly often in Aulis's youth. It was rare for those in groups 5, 6, or 7 to meet new people, but in pre-educational groups or in the first year of schooling? There were plenty of strangers on which he could practice. Over the course of his pre-educational boarding years and during his first official educational year, Aulis worked tirelessly to hone his outer sight, knowing that his inner Sight would come eventually and help him along, but he would certainly be prepared for it when it did. He took to studying these strangers, challenging himself to learn as much information as he could about them just by observing them in a short amount of time. Did they walk quickly and with small, harried steps, suggesting that they had places to be? Was their schoolbag bursting at the seams, pulling hard down on their shoulder, suggesting a heavy workload and a light pocket after having purchased all of those texts? How about their clothes - did the slanted angle of the papakha upon their head insinuate a rush to leave their yurt this morning (suggesting perhaps having overslept), an ill-fitting hat (suggesting that they needed a new one, but why?), or just an oddly-shaped skull?
Each person was a mystery, each tiny detail about them a thread leading to the unravelling of their entire being. Such a thing mattered to being a Seer. After all, you wouldn't tell a rich man he's about to come into an unexpected windfall of money to save him from his financial problems, nor would you inform a perfectly healthy person of a miraculous healing on the morrow. No, but you could warn the harried one to begin leaving a bit earlier lest they begin arriving late or stumble upon some unexpected obstacle preventing them from reaching their destination on time. You could predict a difficulty of an exam for the one with a heavy workload, assuming that one that takes that many subjects must have at least one with which they struggle. You could leave a larger papakha outside the yurt of the one with the ill-fitting hat and predict a mysterious finding of just what they need later in the day.
In retrospect, perhaps it was Aulis's keen eye for detail that would later set him up to be a failure of a true Seer. Perhaps he had always been lying to himself, all along. (536 words)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist (2nd year ability)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioBy the time he hit his second year of official education at Koldovstoretz, Aulis had realised that being anything less than perfect was not going to fulfill his mother's goals for him. He loved his äiti (mum) to death, and was willing to do whatever it took to make her happy - including working twice as hard to be perfect for her.
However, this didn't just mean in academics and in being observant (which would, as he was still sure, eventually turn into his well-earned and birthright Sight). Aulis had joined the duelling team as a first-year and, though he was quite good for being as young as he was, had promptly managed to lose a few rather important duels against elder years; this would not fly for neither the second-year nor his team. (If Unelma were honest, duelling honestly didn't mean that much to her, but seeing as how her young boy had taken to it so readily, she pretended to care about strategies and spellcastings when he came home to visit.)
The combination of perfection expected from his family and from his teammates caused Aulis to take a slower approach to learning casting than perhaps some of the others in his classes. As a member of group 4, he strived to show that he understood magic and took his time in spells lessons with both enunciation and wand-movements, even going so far as to study Latin and magical history in the school's small library during his free time so that he could truly understand the spells and the words behind them. Could he speak entire sentences? No, of course not, but he certainly could explain to you the etymology behind the levitation spell and tell the story of its invention in 1544 by Jarleth Hobart.
The youngster's extra time, hard work, and diligent ethic paid off in the end, and by Aulis's thirteenth birthday, he was informed that he would be bumped up to the elder groups at the end of the summer. Specifically, the duelling group, Group 5, would become his new home - and if he continued to work as hard and be as much of a perfectionist there as he had been in Group 4, surely he would rise to become one of Koldovstoretz's youngest duelling stars in no time. Aulis was nothing short of thrilled, and though Unelma still didn't understand much about the sport, she sure did comprehend her son's excitement as it came across in his perfectly-penned letters and sent him a whole package of his favourite fried tippaleipä (Finnish funnel cakes), homemade of course, via owl to celebrate. (437 words)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist II (3rd year ability)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioAulis excelled in Group 5 beginning in his third year at Koldovstoretz, the new teenager taking down elder enemies with perhaps not ease but certainly the tough work ethic for which he had become somewhat infamous. Though prone to dramatics and slightly known for his tendency to monologue before casting his final blow, Aulis won enough duels that his ego perhaps grew a bit too large for his head, and in his third year he made the somewhat-mistake of challenging a much-older Durmstrang student in his final year of education to a duel.
The Durmstrang student in question, an eighth-year by the name of Fabian Fleischer, had a habit of taking down elder members of the Koldovstoretz team (whom Aulis had also managed to beat), and in a fit of unearned confidence Aulis became sure that he could beat Fabian as well. When Fabian accepted the duel, unofficial and unmoderated by the schools' staff so as to not catch bad attention, even those who thought of Aulis as a perfectionist before had never seen him in this rare of a form. Every spare moment the white-haired boy was not in class, he was in the library, reading up on spellwork and practicing on unsuspecting scrolls, books, and even younger students who had the misfortune of walking by. He was going to be representing Koldovstoretz in what was sure to be the duel of the century, after all, and he would be damned if he was anything short of perfection.
On the day of the actual duel, one can imagine that it did not quite go as Aulis had planned. After all, no matter how perfect a thirteen-year-old boy can cast a spell, it can simply not compare to the raw strength and arcane power of a legal adult. However, in a somewhat lucky break for the younger duellist, Fabian had entered the duel believing it to be something close to a slam dunk, not expecting Aulis to actually be prepared nor for him to get in any hits.
The duel of the century it was. Of course, Fabian took the victory, but Aulis got further than expected; it was only immediately after Aulis's Slug-Vomiting Charm caused Fabian to retch up the fattest slug in existence that Fabian realised the kid he was duelling was actually quite good and took him out immediately with a well-placed Trip Jinx, causing Aulis to faceplant in front of their entire audience of both schools and promptly pass out.
Though Aulis was, of course, extraordinarily embarrassed, he was still hailed as a bit of a hero by many of his peers at Koldovstoretz for having been able to incur as much damage as he had; the insult "Slugstrang" became a popular one thrown around the yurts for the rest of the year, and Aulis never undervalued the worth of hard work ever again. A perfectionist he certainly was, and it had paid off in full. (Plus, he and Fabian actually became fast friends after the duel - a bond forged in mutual respect, and one that still lasts to this day.) (514 words; permission from Fabian granted to mention)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Charmer (4th year ability)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioThree years of little predictions here and there had, understandably, made Aulis a few enemies. They didn't dislike him, per se, but certainly distrusted him in one way or another. Perhaps he had correctly observed and thus "predicted" something about them that they hadn't wanted "out there" as common knowledge, or maybe they just didn't like the idea of being in class with a Seer from some old-fashioned anti-wizardry thoughts passed down from their маглы family members, but whatever the reason, there were simply some folks in Aulis's year that did not trust or believe him in some way, shape, or form. And in his fourth year, this began to cause problems for the young Seer hopeful.
One such person, a young woman by the name of Klara, decided in October of 2008 that she had had quite enough of Aulis's prophecies. Now, Aulis had no way of knowing this, but Klara's mother was a Seer as well, and Klara's father a маглы - exactly like Aulis himself - but where it seemed (incorrectly) that Aulis had inherited his mother's Sight, Klara had not from hers, her father's blood tainting the gene and making it impossible for her to ever become a Seer. From a place of jealousy, she began to spread the rumour that Aulis's prophecies were falsities, made up to gain status and fame amongst the school.
It spread like wildfire, as Aulis was already quite well-known not just in his Group but also in the other two and younger years due to his duelling prowess and the (again, incorrect) assumption that he would likely become a full-fledged Seer in the next few years; Klara herself shot to infamy as Aulis's #1 rival, and it was not uncommon for Aulis to be found predicting her downfall, or for Klara to be found spewing her vitriol to various groups of her newfound listeners. As more and more people began to listen to Klara and not to Aulis, the young boy desperately wrote home to his mother for advice, recounting the tale of woe to the one person he trusted most and begging for her assistance. Unelma responded with just a few sentences, one of which stuck out the most to her son: Simply be yourself, and they will love you no matter what the others say.
This was the boost that Aulis needed. He had always been a friendly and charming person, if a bit dramatic, and it was this reminder that caused him to turn on the allure tenfold - dial up the drama, as it were. If everyone trusted him, if they were distracted by him, if they loved him, then he would be able to continue his fallacy without so much as a hitch. The smile became megawatt, the body language reciprocatory, the predictions noteworthy when necessary and secretive when not, either shouted at full volume in the midst of the lunch hour or whispered in private when the situation called for it. He became very good at reading the situation, very good at reading the person, in just the right way so as to charm them back to his side.
Slowly but surely, it worked. People began to ask Klara how Aulis could possibly be a fraud, as deceitful and distrustful as she claimed, if he was so kind, so cheerful, so funny, so simply endearing to the eye and the ear and the mind all at once? Her audience grew smaller, from forty to twenty, from twenty to five, from five to one, until suddenly she had no one to whom she could preach what was actually the truth at all. Disgraced simply by virtue of Aulis's charming nature, Klara transferred out of Koldovstoretz and has not been heard from by any of her former classmates since, and ever since, Aulis has not forgotten that his charm can be a weapon to be utilized whenever necessary, and a smile is his best defence against being discovered for real. (664 words; Klara is an NPC)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Occlumency (Adult I ability)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioAfter graduating Koldovstoretz and beginning work as a Seer, Aulis used his talents as a Legilimens and a skilled spellcaster to forge his forged way through a career that was not his birthright. However, the more he stole his victims' customers' memories to generate false prophecies about their futures, the more a worry began to eat away at him. If he could access the minds of others, what was stopping someone else with this learned skill from doing the same to him?
It was thus that Aulis began doing research on Occlumency. He vaguely remembered his Vedmak mentioning it in his final year at Koldovstoretz - the ability that some folks had to guard their brains from being read like open books, essentially rendering them armored from Aulis's talents and therefore much harder to trick - but seeing as how the Vedmak in question had been no Occlumens himself, nor had Aulis been able to learn the ability. The fact that he was just walking around from town to town with his mind open for the world to see unnerved him. Any one of his customers, any one of their family members, any stranger on the street could be his downfall, the one Legilimens who would decide to test their luck with the tall, handsome man with the crystal ball in hand.
He grew frazzled. Took on fewer customers. Refused to further meet anyone whose mind he could not pick like a lock with soft tumblers, to ensure that they had no memories of being taught Legilimency themselves. The one time he actually met an Occlumens, Aulis found a way to quickly and clumsily excuse himself and run like a bat out of hell away from the place. Eventually, his reputation as an excellent Seer was overtaken by his reputation as a mistrustful and dodgy paranoiac who was scared of something, but no one knew quite what, and what few customers had stayed loyally trusting of him began to drop like flies.
Aulis knew he needed to be somewhere where he could trust everyone, where he could know everyone, and where he could be safe. It also occurred to him that he might want to learn Occlumency himself, to be able to protect his mind and thus his sanity. Safety, security, a fountain of knowledge, and a fairly stagnant population of people who could surely not be Legilimens themselves - where else was there to go but back to his alma mater?
And so the false prophet returned, turned hermit, to Koldovstoretz to teach after only a few years since graduating himself. Luckily, the school was in need of a Vedmak of Divination, something for which Aulis was more than qualified even without the Sight. This also gave him another opportunity to learn in a place of relative refuge, one he had never found in the real world. Once more, he rifled through the scrolls and tomes of the library to take on everything he could in the area of knowledge about Occlumency; he found that he quite enjoyed the calm blankness the ability gave him, once he had learned it well enough to practice. It was similar to meditation, a way of hiding one's emotions - and Aulis was such an emotional person that it gave him a sense of peace. Peace was good. Safety was better. But the best part was knowing that his secret was safe. (565 words)
STATUS: Approved x 5, Lesmana, 15 March
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Part-veela
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 545 words
Be like a flower, survive the rain but use it to grow.
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Part-veela
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 545 words
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Yuki has never questioned her origins. She knows her mother, Adelaïde, is a stunning woman—almost unnaturally so. With her striking green eyes, flawless features, and graceful movements, she draws attention without even trying. Her father, Archie, often jokes that she can silence an entire room just by walking in. Yuki has seen it happen—strangers pausing mid-conversation to stare at her, their expressions wavering between admiration and something else—something closer to fascination.
But to Yuki, Adelaïde is simply her mother. Beautiful, yes, but she has never thought of her as anything other than an ordinary witch. A talented woman, a loving yet sometimes distant mother, and most of all, someone who rarely talks about her past. Yuki grew up believing that her maternal grandparents passed away when she was a child. There are no pictures of them in the house, no letters, no heirlooms—just vague mentions of loss and moving forward. She never thought to question it.
Her father, Archie, is easier to understand. A pure-blood wizard, warm and reassuring, the kind of person who can make anyone feel at ease. Unlike Adelaïde, who almost seems otherworldly, Archie is grounded—his curly hair and natural smile a stark contrast to his wife’s effortless elegance. Yuki has inherited his calm nature, his observant and thoughtful side, yet people often say she looks more like her mother. It’s a compliment, she supposes, though sometimes, when she hears it, she catches a strange look in her brother Brian’s eyes. As if he knows something she doesn’t.
For as long as she can remember, Yuki has been fascinated by Veela. As a child, she was drawn to their stories—these creatures of supernatural beauty, capable of enchanting those who dared to meet their gaze. She read books about them, heard tales of their mesmerizing charm and the inexplicable effect they had on people. There was something almost magical about them—beyond even the magic of wizards. But they were rare, distant figures, almost mythical. Never, not even for a second, did she imagine that she might share even a drop of their blood.
And yet, there are things about herself that she cannot explain. The way people are naturally drawn to her, even when she does nothing to seek attention. Her ability to persuade without raising her voice, or the fact that in a crowded room, she never has to fight to be noticed—people simply notice her. She has always assumed it was luck, or perhaps just natural charisma. After all, she’s not the type to seek the spotlight. But sometimes, she wonders if there’s something more to it.
There are moments—fleeting but unsettling—where she feels like something is being kept from her. Conversations between her parents that stop abruptly when she enters the room. Whispered exchanges between Brian and their mother, ending in tense silence. And then, there are the strangers—people she has never met before—who react to her in a way that feels… odd. Almost as if they recognize something in her that she herself cannot see.
But Yuki doesn’t ask questions. She doesn’t try to fill in the blanks of her family’s history, doesn’t push when her mother changes the subject. She doesn’t see the point. After all, some truths are better left in the past.
Or so she believes.
But to Yuki, Adelaïde is simply her mother. Beautiful, yes, but she has never thought of her as anything other than an ordinary witch. A talented woman, a loving yet sometimes distant mother, and most of all, someone who rarely talks about her past. Yuki grew up believing that her maternal grandparents passed away when she was a child. There are no pictures of them in the house, no letters, no heirlooms—just vague mentions of loss and moving forward. She never thought to question it.
Her father, Archie, is easier to understand. A pure-blood wizard, warm and reassuring, the kind of person who can make anyone feel at ease. Unlike Adelaïde, who almost seems otherworldly, Archie is grounded—his curly hair and natural smile a stark contrast to his wife’s effortless elegance. Yuki has inherited his calm nature, his observant and thoughtful side, yet people often say she looks more like her mother. It’s a compliment, she supposes, though sometimes, when she hears it, she catches a strange look in her brother Brian’s eyes. As if he knows something she doesn’t.
For as long as she can remember, Yuki has been fascinated by Veela. As a child, she was drawn to their stories—these creatures of supernatural beauty, capable of enchanting those who dared to meet their gaze. She read books about them, heard tales of their mesmerizing charm and the inexplicable effect they had on people. There was something almost magical about them—beyond even the magic of wizards. But they were rare, distant figures, almost mythical. Never, not even for a second, did she imagine that she might share even a drop of their blood.
And yet, there are things about herself that she cannot explain. The way people are naturally drawn to her, even when she does nothing to seek attention. Her ability to persuade without raising her voice, or the fact that in a crowded room, she never has to fight to be noticed—people simply notice her. She has always assumed it was luck, or perhaps just natural charisma. After all, she’s not the type to seek the spotlight. But sometimes, she wonders if there’s something more to it.
There are moments—fleeting but unsettling—where she feels like something is being kept from her. Conversations between her parents that stop abruptly when she enters the room. Whispered exchanges between Brian and their mother, ending in tense silence. And then, there are the strangers—people she has never met before—who react to her in a way that feels… odd. Almost as if they recognize something in her that she herself cannot see.
But Yuki doesn’t ask questions. She doesn’t try to fill in the blanks of her family’s history, doesn’t push when her mother changes the subject. She doesn’t see the point. After all, some truths are better left in the past.
Or so she believes.
STATUS: Denied, Aulis, 13th March
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- This is not the correct thread for special race/talent applications. You can do that when you apply for registration again to the Official Index here.
- Beyond that, this application also flagged as 100% AI-generated. You must write applications and everything else on this site with your own words, as we are an RP-writing site and not an AI site. Please rewrite the application with your own words when you apply to Index.
Be like a flower, survive the rain but use it to grow.
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Impartial
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): Due to his less than ideal home life and childhood, his resentful and irresponsible mother, his dark wizard father, Kostas has been desensitized to many emotions that does not include boredom and anger. It makes no sense for him to be seduced and tricked by superficial appearances when he simply doesn't care about anyone. The boy could be considered numb, lacking a fundamental part of him that makes him human: his ability to sympathize with people. Kostas is harsh, blunt, and indifferent at best, cruel at his worst, to the majority of the people around him. He's difficult to impress in general, but the few things he is impressed by tend to be things out of the norm. Things most people would be repulsed by rather than what everyone is lusting after. For example, his impartial trait is demonstrated when he joins a game of spin the bottle. While the other boys, and everyone attracted to girls, is mesmerized and dumbstruck by one of the veela girls, Kostas is scrutinizing her and sees beyond the alluring facade. He recognize her as a beauty and why most boys would react like that, but it does not impress him. In fact, he is greatly annoyed by this display of control loss. To lose ones senses, to showcase such weakness because of a beautiful person is unfathomable to him.
In the game of spin the bottle, Kostas could kind of see the appeal of the veela girl. He could see that she had an aura of allure and beauty that fleetingly caught the eye. In his mind, he compared it to foliage on top of no substance. Kind of like how muggles liked to pimp up their cars and cover the most basic models in foil. It made them look momentarily of high value, despite still being the same cheap car underneath. Of course, he wouldn't have regarded her this closely if one of the other boy's behavior hadn't been both annoying and pathetic. If Kostas had been a different person, he might even have had a similar reaction to the girl. But he wasn’t. Not even close. This shows him being impartial and indifferent to everyone around him as a big part of his personality. Kostas is not easily charmed, if it's even possible for him to feel that way about another person. It his highly questionable if he's able to connect with others in a meaningful way at all.
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Impartial
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): Due to his less than ideal home life and childhood, his resentful and irresponsible mother, his dark wizard father, Kostas has been desensitized to many emotions that does not include boredom and anger. It makes no sense for him to be seduced and tricked by superficial appearances when he simply doesn't care about anyone. The boy could be considered numb, lacking a fundamental part of him that makes him human: his ability to sympathize with people. Kostas is harsh, blunt, and indifferent at best, cruel at his worst, to the majority of the people around him. He's difficult to impress in general, but the few things he is impressed by tend to be things out of the norm. Things most people would be repulsed by rather than what everyone is lusting after. For example, his impartial trait is demonstrated when he joins a game of spin the bottle. While the other boys, and everyone attracted to girls, is mesmerized and dumbstruck by one of the veela girls, Kostas is scrutinizing her and sees beyond the alluring facade. He recognize her as a beauty and why most boys would react like that, but it does not impress him. In fact, he is greatly annoyed by this display of control loss. To lose ones senses, to showcase such weakness because of a beautiful person is unfathomable to him.
In the game of spin the bottle, Kostas could kind of see the appeal of the veela girl. He could see that she had an aura of allure and beauty that fleetingly caught the eye. In his mind, he compared it to foliage on top of no substance. Kind of like how muggles liked to pimp up their cars and cover the most basic models in foil. It made them look momentarily of high value, despite still being the same cheap car underneath. Of course, he wouldn't have regarded her this closely if one of the other boy's behavior hadn't been both annoying and pathetic. If Kostas had been a different person, he might even have had a similar reaction to the girl. But he wasn’t. Not even close. This shows him being impartial and indifferent to everyone around him as a big part of his personality. Kostas is not easily charmed, if it's even possible for him to feel that way about another person. It his highly questionable if he's able to connect with others in a meaningful way at all.
STATUS: Pending - Cassius, 22 March
Can approve once indexed.
Closed - Lear April 27
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Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Potions Learner
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Potions Learner
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Since childhood, Violence had always shown a keen interest in potion-making. Maybe this was due to the fact that Artemis, her mother, was a known potioneer before Violence’s birth or maybe it was because Violence had always loved magical plants and ingredients, and if taken in the right amounts and brewed in the right way, could create concoctions that would have effects ranging from getting rid of boils to changing one’s appearance. Artemis had given Violence a lot of knowledge before she had even received her acceptance letter from Hogwarts, and Violence had always assisted her mother in brewing. This encouraged her to study books on potion-making, and she had the recipes of some potions memorized. Often, she would ask her mother to stand and watch by as she brewed potions all on her own, standing atop a stool in the brewing room, a ladle in one hand stirring the contents of the cauldron as she looked over at her own book of recipes, she had memorized but yet to brew.
Artemis knew of Violence’s passion for potion-making and decided to something fun one Sunday. She went to Violence’s room, but didn’t find her there so she went to the lake near their mansion; knowing Violence, there was no other place she would be. She called out to the little girl, who was sitting on the edge of the lake reading a book, and she ran over to her mother.
“Hey Vivi! Do you wanna do something fun today?”
“Ooh, fun like what, Mom? Is it potions? Can we brew potions?” Violence looked at her mother with hopeful eyes.
Laughing, Artemis confirmed her hopes, “Yes darling, we will brew a potion today, and it is one you have been dying to try! But I am not going to tell you which potion it is, nor are you allowed to look at your book. You have to figure out which potion it is, by looking at the ingredients Drakon got, and then I will brew it according to your instructions, got it?”
“I’m sure I’ll get it right, mother. Let’s go!”
In the brewing room, Violence saw the ingredients laid out for her on the desk. She looked at them- snake fangs, horned slugs and porcupine quills- and instantly voiced out her thoughts, “A Cure for Boils! I actually have been dying to try this one! Okay let’s start mom. First, you need to add 6 snake fangs to the mortar and crush them to a fine powder,” Artemis did so, “and now you need to add 4 measures of the crushed fangs to the cauldron. Heat it to 250 for 10 seconds, wave your wand and-“
“And let it sit for about 35 minutes. Well done, Vi!” her mother completed her sentence and smiled internally, proud that her little girl was also an equally enthusiastic potioneer as her.
They sat down, chit-chatting and soon the 35 minutes were up. “Okay, now what, Vivi?”
“Now you add 4 horned slugs to the cauldron and then take it off the fire.” Her mother did so, and then looked expectantly at Violence.
“Add 2 porcupine quills to the cauldron. Stir 5 times, clockwise, and wave your wand to complete the potion”
As soon as Artemis did so, pink smoke rose from the cauldron, indicating that the potion had been brewed correctly. She looked at Violence with a beaming smile, “Well done, darling!”
As she sat on the Hogwarts Express, she recalled this incident and smiled, knowing she was going to love the classes here, especially Potions.
Artemis knew of Violence’s passion for potion-making and decided to something fun one Sunday. She went to Violence’s room, but didn’t find her there so she went to the lake near their mansion; knowing Violence, there was no other place she would be. She called out to the little girl, who was sitting on the edge of the lake reading a book, and she ran over to her mother.
“Hey Vivi! Do you wanna do something fun today?”
“Ooh, fun like what, Mom? Is it potions? Can we brew potions?” Violence looked at her mother with hopeful eyes.
Laughing, Artemis confirmed her hopes, “Yes darling, we will brew a potion today, and it is one you have been dying to try! But I am not going to tell you which potion it is, nor are you allowed to look at your book. You have to figure out which potion it is, by looking at the ingredients Drakon got, and then I will brew it according to your instructions, got it?”
“I’m sure I’ll get it right, mother. Let’s go!”
In the brewing room, Violence saw the ingredients laid out for her on the desk. She looked at them- snake fangs, horned slugs and porcupine quills- and instantly voiced out her thoughts, “A Cure for Boils! I actually have been dying to try this one! Okay let’s start mom. First, you need to add 6 snake fangs to the mortar and crush them to a fine powder,” Artemis did so, “and now you need to add 4 measures of the crushed fangs to the cauldron. Heat it to 250 for 10 seconds, wave your wand and-“
“And let it sit for about 35 minutes. Well done, Vi!” her mother completed her sentence and smiled internally, proud that her little girl was also an equally enthusiastic potioneer as her.
They sat down, chit-chatting and soon the 35 minutes were up. “Okay, now what, Vivi?”
“Now you add 4 horned slugs to the cauldron and then take it off the fire.” Her mother did so, and then looked expectantly at Violence.
“Add 2 porcupine quills to the cauldron. Stir 5 times, clockwise, and wave your wand to complete the potion”
As soon as Artemis did so, pink smoke rose from the cauldron, indicating that the potion had been brewed correctly. She looked at Violence with a beaming smile, “Well done, darling!”
As she sat on the Hogwarts Express, she recalled this incident and smiled, knowing she was going to love the classes here, especially Potions.
STATUS: Approved - Cassius, 22 March
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: The Martial Artist (First Year)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense (Second Year)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: The Martial Artist (First Year)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
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Having a big family could be a blessing for some people. Why? Big family could also mean more diversity. It also happened in Lesmana's family. Lesmana has an uncle whose name is Bima, who spent most of his time in the muggle world, living in a world that is far from magic. If anyone is wondering why he did that, yes, he is a squib, the only squib in the big family. Bima still attended all the family events. He never missed that.
One day, when Lesmana was having his seventh birthday, Bima came to the party as the latest person. “I'm sorry for coming here pretty late,” Bima said to Lesmana. “Happy birthday,” he added. Since most of the family members have gone home, Lesmana could have a talk with Bima. Before this, they were rarely talking to each other. Just a casual “hi” and when people are gathering to talk about family things or just a lightweight talk. “Well, here's from me. I hope you like it.” Bima gave him a box. Lesmana could see that the box itself was already a fancy thing. Then he opened it. A necklace with a whistle-shaped pendant laid gracefully inside the box. “It's silver. I made it myself.” Bima smiled.
“Thanks,” Lesmana said. Like his peers at his age, Lesmana immediately tried to put it on with the help from Bima. His uncle also told him to try to whistle with it. A loud sound came from the tiny pendant. Both of them giggled. “This is so cool!” Lesmana said.
Lesmana was actually curious about Bima's life. Never could he imagine living in a world without magic. Lesmana also has some kind of fascination with Bima. His uncle was always in good shape with a well-defined muscle that could be seen from his arm. It was the dream of many young boys. “So what are you doing in life, Uncle?” Lesamana asked him.
“What am I doing for a living?” Bima tilted his head. “I work as an accessory artist. I also teach martial arts,” Bima answered. Lesmana parroted the world martial art with confusion. “It's a self defense art but in a muggle way. You know, with the punch and kick,” Bima chuckled.
Juna now understood why Bima could reach that physic. “I want to learn martial arts too!” Juna said. “Teach me how to do it, please,” he added.
“Let's go ask your dad if you can learn it.” So both of them went to Lesmana's parents. They welcomed the idea and made all the scheduling for their son. And so that's how Juna learned his lesson in martial arts with his uncle, a private lesson when Bima visited their house.
He trained his body and learned the move from Bima for months. It was never his concern until one day he realized that all the moves' names weren't in a language he knew. “It was Karate, a martial art from Japan.” A big “ooooh” coming from the young boy. He kept practicing it even when it wasn't in his schedule or Bima had a sudden business to do. Sometimes he used it on his father which made him get a butt whoop.
The training session with his uncle stopped until Wisnu got the offer to teach in Tenusa. That time, Lesmana moves were much better and well-defined than his first time learning it. “Don't forget to keep practicing it,” Bima said to Lesmana before the family left. Lesmana nodded. In Omah Geni, Lesmana kept practicing his karate and training his body. It became his habit until this day.
One day, when Lesmana was having his seventh birthday, Bima came to the party as the latest person. “I'm sorry for coming here pretty late,” Bima said to Lesmana. “Happy birthday,” he added. Since most of the family members have gone home, Lesmana could have a talk with Bima. Before this, they were rarely talking to each other. Just a casual “hi” and when people are gathering to talk about family things or just a lightweight talk. “Well, here's from me. I hope you like it.” Bima gave him a box. Lesmana could see that the box itself was already a fancy thing. Then he opened it. A necklace with a whistle-shaped pendant laid gracefully inside the box. “It's silver. I made it myself.” Bima smiled.
“Thanks,” Lesmana said. Like his peers at his age, Lesmana immediately tried to put it on with the help from Bima. His uncle also told him to try to whistle with it. A loud sound came from the tiny pendant. Both of them giggled. “This is so cool!” Lesmana said.
Lesmana was actually curious about Bima's life. Never could he imagine living in a world without magic. Lesmana also has some kind of fascination with Bima. His uncle was always in good shape with a well-defined muscle that could be seen from his arm. It was the dream of many young boys. “So what are you doing in life, Uncle?” Lesamana asked him.
“What am I doing for a living?” Bima tilted his head. “I work as an accessory artist. I also teach martial arts,” Bima answered. Lesmana parroted the world martial art with confusion. “It's a self defense art but in a muggle way. You know, with the punch and kick,” Bima chuckled.
Juna now understood why Bima could reach that physic. “I want to learn martial arts too!” Juna said. “Teach me how to do it, please,” he added.
“Let's go ask your dad if you can learn it.” So both of them went to Lesmana's parents. They welcomed the idea and made all the scheduling for their son. And so that's how Juna learned his lesson in martial arts with his uncle, a private lesson when Bima visited their house.
He trained his body and learned the move from Bima for months. It was never his concern until one day he realized that all the moves' names weren't in a language he knew. “It was Karate, a martial art from Japan.” A big “ooooh” coming from the young boy. He kept practicing it even when it wasn't in his schedule or Bima had a sudden business to do. Sometimes he used it on his father which made him get a butt whoop.
The training session with his uncle stopped until Wisnu got the offer to teach in Tenusa. That time, Lesmana moves were much better and well-defined than his first time learning it. “Don't forget to keep practicing it,” Bima said to Lesmana before the family left. Lesmana nodded. In Omah Geni, Lesmana kept practicing his karate and training his body. It became his habit until this day.
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense (Second Year)
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Lesmana kept practicing his Karate even though he went to Tenusa and was far away from his teacher, who was his own uncle. From dawn to dusk, when he didn't have any academic things to do, he would practice his martial arts, from one kata to another kata, he did it orderly. This nonstop training fruited something he never imagined. Sixth Sense. An ability to sense or to notice more when something is out of place or feels peculiar.
This was one day when he was practicing until late time, when the sun was already set and made the surrounding dark. Lesmana didn't realize that he was practicing for too long until he felt something or perhaps someone sneaking behind him. He immediately threw a punch to this presence. It was a hit and made the target fall back on the ground. “Ouch!” It was one of his friends that was looking for him.
“Oh! Sorry, sorry. I thought you were something else.” Chuckles came out from his mouth as Lesmana helped his victim to stand up. “I will give you some of my snacks when we arrive. I promise.” It was followed by a sly grin from Lesmana. Then they went to their room.
If you think that was the only day he had his sense ringing, you need to read this story from the other day. It was a New Year holiday. Lesmana went home to his house at Omah Geni. Lesmana helped his parents in the preparation of New Year countdown, an annual family event which they always had back in Yogyakarta.
They always celebrated it with a feast. Srikandi prepared the food while Lesmana and his father prepared the plates. Their teamwork was really good actually, until Wisnu almost fell before Lesmana caught him. “Be careful, Dad. You are standing wiggly.” He continued his work and left his father speechless.
They were sitting together, enjoying the new year's eve dinner that had been made by Srinandi, grandiose Indonesian foods that made the table full. They were still eating and speaking until it was ten minutes before the next year. “I wonder how good the fireworks will be this time.”
While munching his chicken, twelve-year-old Lesmana responded with, “There will be no fireworks here, Mom.”
Srikandi and Wisnu looked at each other. “Why? And how do you know?” Srikandi asked his son. Fireworks were a must on New Year's eve and Srikandi always hoped to see them.
“Just see.” Lesmana answered, ignorant. It was followed by a whooped at his butt from his father and a long lecture that he should be more polite. “I'm sorry.” He said. His hand rubbing his back. “It will be raining.”
“No? The outside is clear.” Wisnu said. But a few seconds later, their place was raining cats and dogs, making the fireworks canceled.
Srikandi giggled at the accuracy of Lesmana's saying. “How did you know?” Her eyebrow was raised, curious about his answer.
“You didn't feel that? It's from the air! It was very dry in the morning until afternoon and slowly became more humid before the rain.” Again, the boy made his parents speechless. For some moments, Srikandi and Wisnu threw glances at each other again before they continued the feast.
This was one day when he was practicing until late time, when the sun was already set and made the surrounding dark. Lesmana didn't realize that he was practicing for too long until he felt something or perhaps someone sneaking behind him. He immediately threw a punch to this presence. It was a hit and made the target fall back on the ground. “Ouch!” It was one of his friends that was looking for him.
“Oh! Sorry, sorry. I thought you were something else.” Chuckles came out from his mouth as Lesmana helped his victim to stand up. “I will give you some of my snacks when we arrive. I promise.” It was followed by a sly grin from Lesmana. Then they went to their room.
If you think that was the only day he had his sense ringing, you need to read this story from the other day. It was a New Year holiday. Lesmana went home to his house at Omah Geni. Lesmana helped his parents in the preparation of New Year countdown, an annual family event which they always had back in Yogyakarta.
They always celebrated it with a feast. Srikandi prepared the food while Lesmana and his father prepared the plates. Their teamwork was really good actually, until Wisnu almost fell before Lesmana caught him. “Be careful, Dad. You are standing wiggly.” He continued his work and left his father speechless.
They were sitting together, enjoying the new year's eve dinner that had been made by Srinandi, grandiose Indonesian foods that made the table full. They were still eating and speaking until it was ten minutes before the next year. “I wonder how good the fireworks will be this time.”
While munching his chicken, twelve-year-old Lesmana responded with, “There will be no fireworks here, Mom.”
Srikandi and Wisnu looked at each other. “Why? And how do you know?” Srikandi asked his son. Fireworks were a must on New Year's eve and Srikandi always hoped to see them.
“Just see.” Lesmana answered, ignorant. It was followed by a whooped at his butt from his father and a long lecture that he should be more polite. “I'm sorry.” He said. His hand rubbing his back. “It will be raining.”
“No? The outside is clear.” Wisnu said. But a few seconds later, their place was raining cats and dogs, making the fireworks canceled.
Srikandi giggled at the accuracy of Lesmana's saying. “How did you know?” Her eyebrow was raised, curious about his answer.
“You didn't feel that? It's from the air! It was very dry in the morning until afternoon and slowly became more humid before the rain.” Again, the boy made his parents speechless. For some moments, Srikandi and Wisnu threw glances at each other again before they continued the feast.
STATUS: Approved x2 - Cassius, 22 March
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Potions Mastery (Fourth Year)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioThe school began to be more challenging when Lesmana was in his fourth year. A big exam was to be held in the next year, making all of the students started to overthink, including Lesmana. He was usually laid back but seeing his peers, he couldn’t help but to feel the same. The atmosphere was also not really great for him. It was like everyone knew what they want to pursue while he was still clueless. There were so many career paths in front of him. Should he deepen his knowledge of Runes like his father? Would he be a good healer like his mother? Lesmana didn’t know.
One day he consulted his concern to the dukun of his group. She asked many things and tried to lead Lesmana to think about what he really wanted to do in the future but the boy was still clueless. He liked many things but it would be impossible for him to pursue all of them. He must choose. Lesmana was back with homework from the dukun: listing things his favourite things he would like to do for a week. Lesmana grumbled, saying that the meeting really didn’t help him figure out things but he still did the assignments.
Runes, Charms, Flying, even visited the nurses in the infirmary, he observed all these things. He still liked them all. It was until he made a potion. He was taught how to brew a draught in the class. Lesmana listened to her carefully and wrote some notes in his textbook. It was when he realized something. His textbook was full of notes. He opened the previous pages and he saw them all. The notes were written neatly and were easy to read. Bigger letters were the notes he wrote when listening to the lecture and the smaller letters were the ones he added himself through trial and error until he succeeded in making the potions perfectly. He felt like someone had cast a lumos inside his brain. Potions was always his passion.
He smiled in the class all the time after he found his answer. While some of his peers were having difficulty brewing, he didn’t experience it at all. Brewing was always been easy for him since he took the notes. He knew how to take care of each ingredient, what angle should he cut them, or how much strength he needed to grind. His potions turned out to be one of the best in the class and had always been at the top of his class.
He went back to the dukun of his group. He handed her the assignments. “I know what I want to do now.”
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Restricted Potions Learner (Sixth Year)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioLesmana’s fifth year was really stressful with the peak of the stress when the school year was about to end. He took potions as one of the subjects he had chosen which he wanted to deepen. He studied really hard. He felt like he was about to faint every time he spent most of his time in the library. He even stopped his self-training Karate due to the stress. Even after the exam had passed, he still wasn’t able to get his peace. Some weeks after the big exam, the results came out. He got a satisfactory grade on his potions exams. His mom and dad were really proud of him. Lesmana knew that had made his first step, he didn’t want to waste it.
When the school started again in his sixth year, Lesmana was given access to learn more about potions. He was surprised that there were many books and parchments that were kept hidden due to their difficulty in learning. Some of them were also really dangerous. The details of the process were really important in that one mistake could lead to morbidity even mortality. That was what he was told by the dukun. And unlike his own textbook, he couldn’t make any notes on the parchments or books that were provided, making himself write all of the information he could get from them.
It took days for Lesmana to write all the information. Sometimes he stopped to learn the new principles that were written. New information filled his brain. Sometimes it felt like his head could explode if he didn’t stop to take some rest and do other things. Regardless, he enjoyed the process. The things he learnt from the old parchments turned out to be very useful in his potions class, making his brewing process more effective procedural and time-wise.
Lesmana learnt all the forbidden potions carefully day by day. He didn’t hesitate to knock on the door of the dukun who taught potions to ask many things. He had to make sure that he made the right note before he started to brew the potions. He also did some mental brewing by imagining the steps. He also looked for information on each ingredient’s attributes, making him more knowledgeable about the ingredients. This thorough preparation made Lesamana ready to brew one of the forbidden potions. The next thing he should do was propose to his parents to buy some of the ingredients and pray that they would let him brew the forbidden.
STATUS: Approved x2 - Cassius, 22 March
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Portkey
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Evasive Maneuvers
Describe why this fits your character :
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Evasive Maneuvers
Describe why this fits your character :
Reducio
Growing up with 4 older brothers and a raging younger sister is going to give you fast reflexes. Robin remembers the first time she tried to play rugby with her older brothers. She would watch them tackle each other outside in the yard, grass stains on their knees and sweat coating their hair. Despite the fact that rugby can be such a physical contact sport, Robin was never intimidated by the concept of being tackled by boys twice her size. Foolish? It would seem so, but in order for them to tackle her, they would have to catch her. Besides, no matter how hard she tried to convince them to let her join in 100% of the way, they would only play "tag" with her. Tag meaning instead of tackling, all that her brothers had to do was tag her elbow and she was considered down, making the game exceptionally harder for her. This proved to her that they didn't take her seriously. She wanted to play.
Pure hypocrisy, Robin thought. If that rule were proposed for any of her cry-baby big brothers then they would have been pitching a fit! No, it only convinced her to never get caught. After some time, eventually the boys would start intentionally including her on plays, passing the ball back towards her in an unsuspecting position on the field where she simply took off. It was like she could feel it -like a physical sensation- when one off her brothers was gaining on her, and it only pushed her harder. A few times, her brother Jeremiah had even handed her the ball in a moment of pure trust on the field and she had to run the entire length of the field outmaneuvering her ugly older brothers at every step.
Granted, every time she was presented with the situation to actually throw the ball she ended up making things exponentially worse for her team. Strength was not her ally so Robin turned to her speed and cunning. As long as she could take off and rely on her instincts to get her out of a tight corner, then she would never lose.
Robin also thought back to the times when her little sister, Samantha, would go on her toddler-enraged hair pulling and snot-throwing tantrums. Yep. That's correct. As much as Robin adores her baby sister, she was a menace when she was younger. You had to be on your guard around her or you might just catch yourself getting a few baby thwacks and a booger brigade to the face. Robin learned this very quickly and learned all of the tell-tale signs of a baby about to spew just because she doesn't have her chocolate milk shake (chocolate milk, of course) right now. Robin feels like she developed a sixth sense and that sense is danger. Whether it's a sweaty teenage boy, a saliva-spitting 3 year old, or just some other form of sibling torment, Robin was sure to make a quick getaway in the form of an evasive maneuver.
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STATUS: Approved, Ruby, March 26
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Evasive Maneuvers
Describe why this fits your character:
“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” ― Oscar Wilde
iNPC: Atticus Maxfield
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Evasive Maneuvers
Describe why this fits your character:
Reducio
Ever since Callum was little, he showed a keen interest in quidditch. This interest was influenced by his father, who played as a Chaser on Hufflepuff’s quidditch team when he was in school. One of his favorite memories was when he got his first Welsh National Quidditch team jersey on his 5th birthday – a gift that deepened his love for the sport even more. He loved going to watch the national team play with his family, its an experience that not a lot of people get to enjoy. From that day, he dreamed of soaring through the sky on a broomstick, making daring plays, and chasing that elusive Golden Snitch.
It was Callum’s first year at Hogwarts, and he had successfully made it onto Hufflepuff’s quidditch team as a second-string Seeker. His first step toward his dream. The atmosphere was electric. Students and staff filled the stands, cheering for their respective teams. The game was intense, his eyes were always on the pitch, watching his teammates whiz by on their brooms, trying to get the quaffle through the goalpost, dodge bludgers, or find and catch the Golden Snitch. The only time he looked away was when one of the players got hit with a bludger, it wasn’t something that was always easy to watch.
The game didn't go exactly how anyone planned it. I mean, do they ever? You can prepare for one thing, but in a game of quidditch, something surprising will always happen. He didn’t expect to be thrown into the match so soon, but when their starting Seeker was knocked off their broom, he had no choice but to step up. He was excited, nervous, but excited. Being a seeker, Callum realized that needing to move fast and agile was just as important as sharp eyesight. Being able to make split-second decisions to swerve, dive, or roll out of the way of oncoming bludgers and other players was something that Callum needed to perfect. He didn’t get much practicing in before he arrived at Hogwarts. Living in the capital and largest city in Wales, his home didn’t exactly have a lot of space to practice Quidditch. Instead, he honed his skills in other ways, dodging obstacles in the crowded streets of his town, practicing his grip on a broomstick whenever he could, and studying the professional Seekers whenever they wen’t to watch a game. Now, all of this was being put to test as his quidditch journey started.
It was Callum’s first year at Hogwarts, and he had successfully made it onto Hufflepuff’s quidditch team as a second-string Seeker. His first step toward his dream. The atmosphere was electric. Students and staff filled the stands, cheering for their respective teams. The game was intense, his eyes were always on the pitch, watching his teammates whiz by on their brooms, trying to get the quaffle through the goalpost, dodge bludgers, or find and catch the Golden Snitch. The only time he looked away was when one of the players got hit with a bludger, it wasn’t something that was always easy to watch.
The game didn't go exactly how anyone planned it. I mean, do they ever? You can prepare for one thing, but in a game of quidditch, something surprising will always happen. He didn’t expect to be thrown into the match so soon, but when their starting Seeker was knocked off their broom, he had no choice but to step up. He was excited, nervous, but excited. Being a seeker, Callum realized that needing to move fast and agile was just as important as sharp eyesight. Being able to make split-second decisions to swerve, dive, or roll out of the way of oncoming bludgers and other players was something that Callum needed to perfect. He didn’t get much practicing in before he arrived at Hogwarts. Living in the capital and largest city in Wales, his home didn’t exactly have a lot of space to practice Quidditch. Instead, he honed his skills in other ways, dodging obstacles in the crowded streets of his town, practicing his grip on a broomstick whenever he could, and studying the professional Seekers whenever they wen’t to watch a game. Now, all of this was being put to test as his quidditch journey started.
STATUS: Approved, Jake, March 28
“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” ― Oscar Wilde
iNPC: Atticus Maxfield