Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: First Year Ability Slot: Evasive Maneuver
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioEver since Atlas was old enough to walk, he had had an unnoticed ability for dodging trouble, one that seemed less like an instinct and more like an old habit and whether he was in Quidditch matches or dodging a wild spell in an intense duel situations, he always seemed to be moving with the awareness of what was going to occur a split second before it did. But all oof that was him relying on a tingling feeling.
His agility was unmatched, which seemed like an ability which had manifested itself from a young age in his early life. While only old enough to hold a broom he had already demonstrated being nimble and experienced a tingling sense of danger being near him. The moment a Bludger was being fired at him, he would barely avoid the path of attack—having caught only a blast of air across his robes—and even in his friendly matches before the era when he ever represented an official team, he seemed to be an unstoppable target due to his evasive prowess and his teammates had taunted that even the wind itself could not tag him, but they were exaggerating.
This natural agility benefited him as a keeper the moment he stepped onto the Quidditch pitch. The game was dangerous enough, but the boy was a master of it. His rapid, dodging reflexes enabled him to pirouette past opposing flyers with sharpened ease, sidestepping chasers and beaters with an air of ease that implied he was barely a speck on the horizon. It wasn't chance—it was like he felt the threat before it reached him, his body reacting before his brain could process the danger.
At a particularly close match against Gryffindor, a Beater had thrown a Bludger screaming towards him, while the audience gasped in expectation—certain it would strike home—but at the very last moment, he twisted his body in a seemingly impossible contortion, ducking under the iron ball with an unreasonable swiftness. But it was not just on the Quidditch field that such a gift served so well. In duels, Atlas seemed like a ghost in and out of spells with an elusive quality that frustrated his opponents and left them shocked because all those spells were nothing and seemed to hit with the force that it might. His slippery nature made him difficult to pin down, always in front, always just out of reach. Some accounted for it as him having a sixth sense of danger but it was just a tingling feeling he got and relied on. Atlas was not surprised easily, whether by spell, Bludger, or even fate itself.
STATUS: Approved, Dorion Anderson, March 30, 2025
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Roleplay explaining why this fits my character:(~1000/400)
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Name of Ability that you are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Roleplay explaining why this fits my character:(~1000/400)
Reducio
March 3, 2022, 8:45AM
Manor of Jacob Blackberry - the outskirts of Ballyboley, Ireland
In the dining room
It was a peaceful, quiet morning. A little six years old Oliver was eating sandwich with his mouth, Jacob was drinking tea and silently having a quiet morning reflection, and Bethany waa scolding Oliver for eating with his mouth open. Late to the breakfast, Anna Blackberry finally arrives, scratching her eyes and clearly too tired. She has very visible eyebags. She doesn't look like she slept tonight.
—Good morning, sleepyhead!— Bethany greeted her daughter cheerfully, giving up on scolding her son.
—Sis, hi!— Oliver smiled with a piece ofshredded chicken on his teeth.
As a response, Anna grumbled something that almost resembled a word. Bethany frowned.
—Did you sleep well, sweetheart?
—Mhm....— Anna yawned and sitted down next to her younger brother Oliver.
"By Merlin! Can someone be any worse at lying?!", Bethany thought, and put her hand on her own chin, looking at the ceiling unassumingly.
—Tonight, something strange happened...
—What did?! —Oliver interrupted, and his mother sighed.
—A lot of noise woke me up late at night. I think it came from the library, and decided to go there to check if something shady was going on... But my wand was missing from my bedside table!
Anna widened her eyes, feigning shock. Oliver gasped.
—Then, then, what happened?! —The little red-haired boy loudly asked, leaning towards Bethany.
—I... "borrowed" our servant's wand, which as usual, was irresponsibly thrown on the kitchen's balcony. Then, I casted "Lumus" and went up to the library... Just to find a bunch of books scattered around!
—Scattered by who?— Oliver questioned.
—Hmm...— Bethany looked at her older daughter, who was looking away and avoiding her mother's eyes. —Oh, I don't know... But there didn't seem to be anyone else there, so I just left the library. But I heard steps going down to our rooms, so I followed those steps and searched every room, and found... Nothing! I thought maybe our clumsy little house elves must have dropped the books while organizing our library and got scared off by my noise, but it sure took me a while to fall asleep again.
Frayda, one of their small house elves, furrowed her eyebrows with irritation and thought of protesting (they weren't clumsy!), but then decided it wouldn't be worth the hassle.
—Curiously... At morning, my wand was back at my bedside table. —Bethany showed her wand, decorated with jasmines and flowers.
—That's all that matters, then. —Anna finally spoke with a hoarse voice.
—Is it, now?
—You found your wand. Nobody broke into our house. Everything's fine.
—Of course not! I still don't know what had happened to my wand, unless you want to tell me it got tired of me and decided to create two little legs and leave on its own.
—...W-well... Maybe an elf took it.
—Well, we would never! We're not thieves, little miss!— Frayda squeaked, indignant.
Anna looked away, embarrassed.
—Well? —Bethany let out an amused smile.
Anna thought of putting the blame on Oliver, but couldn't bring herself to blame on her innocent little brother that truste her so much.
Bethany let the silence stretch, watching her daughter with a knowing smile. Anna kept looking away, pressing her lips together, her fingers twitching slightly on the table. Oliver, completely invested, looked between his mother and sister with wide eyes.
— You know… whoever took my wand must have been very skilled, sneaking past me like that. — Bethany mused, tapping the table lightly. — And even more impressive, they knew exactly how to put it back without waking me up. Must have been someone really talented, don't you all think?
Anna stiffened.
— Or maybe — Bethany continued, leaning in slightly — they were reading some of our books that are rather advanced in the library. Books with academic subjects that a certain nine-year-old should not have access to just yet, not before she entered in Hogwarts.
Anna clenched her jaw. She knew what her mother was doing. It was a trap. If she stayed silent, it would look even more suspicious. But if she spoke, she could slip up.
Bethany tilted her head expectantly. Oliver looked so confused, Anna couldn't stand to see those big, dumb, confused eyes.
—Fine. I took it— Anna finally admitted, scratching her eyes. —I took mama's wand to practice spells at night.
The little red-haired boy gasped in shock, Bethany smiled, and Jacob silently requested for another cup of tea.
—Anna, you know you shouldn't stay up. Don't you think your tutors already teach you quite well? Why do you need to study more at night? —Bethany asked.
—That's not enough... I'll be in Hogwarts in only two years. I don't want to arrive there not knowing a single spell. I want to be at the top of my class like papa and mama.
Bethany, cuted out, put her own black hands on her cheeks.
—Aww! Aren't you the cutest little child, wanting to be like us! But you shouldn't overwork yourself, my little flower, or you'll end up just tired and forgetful. Tell you what: Why don't I begin to teach you spells instead?
Anna gasped and threw herself forward, hitting her belly against the tip of the table.
—Would you?!
—Of course! But with one condition: You have to promise you won't ever stay up late studying again. I'm sure I'm a better teacher than your books alone anyway.
Anna hesitated a bit, but then smiled.
—Okay...I'll let you teach me spells!
—It's a deal then. I'll even let you use my wand.
—Wait! —Oliver interrupted. —What about me? Why can't I learn spells with sis?
—...I can teach both of you. —Bethany sighed with a smile.
—Hooray! Me and sis will be HYPER advanced at Charms! —Oliver happily jumped off the chair and fell on the ground.
Anna laughed at his silly brother. This would be fun... And she'd get to learn Charms earlier and spend even more time with her mother! She would put her best efforts on this.
March 3, 2022, 8:45AM
Manor of Jacob Blackberry - the outskirts of Ballyboley, Ireland
In the dining room
It was a peaceful, quiet morning. A little six years old Oliver was eating sandwich with his mouth, Jacob was drinking tea and silently having a quiet morning reflection, and Bethany waa scolding Oliver for eating with his mouth open. Late to the breakfast, Anna Blackberry finally arrives, scratching her eyes and clearly too tired. She has very visible eyebags. She doesn't look like she slept tonight.
—Good morning, sleepyhead!— Bethany greeted her daughter cheerfully, giving up on scolding her son.
—Sis, hi!— Oliver smiled with a piece ofshredded chicken on his teeth.
As a response, Anna grumbled something that almost resembled a word. Bethany frowned.
—Did you sleep well, sweetheart?
—Mhm....— Anna yawned and sitted down next to her younger brother Oliver.
"By Merlin! Can someone be any worse at lying?!", Bethany thought, and put her hand on her own chin, looking at the ceiling unassumingly.
—Tonight, something strange happened...
—What did?! —Oliver interrupted, and his mother sighed.
—A lot of noise woke me up late at night. I think it came from the library, and decided to go there to check if something shady was going on... But my wand was missing from my bedside table!
Anna widened her eyes, feigning shock. Oliver gasped.
—Then, then, what happened?! —The little red-haired boy loudly asked, leaning towards Bethany.
—I... "borrowed" our servant's wand, which as usual, was irresponsibly thrown on the kitchen's balcony. Then, I casted "Lumus" and went up to the library... Just to find a bunch of books scattered around!
—Scattered by who?— Oliver questioned.
—Hmm...— Bethany looked at her older daughter, who was looking away and avoiding her mother's eyes. —Oh, I don't know... But there didn't seem to be anyone else there, so I just left the library. But I heard steps going down to our rooms, so I followed those steps and searched every room, and found... Nothing! I thought maybe our clumsy little house elves must have dropped the books while organizing our library and got scared off by my noise, but it sure took me a while to fall asleep again.
Frayda, one of their small house elves, furrowed her eyebrows with irritation and thought of protesting (they weren't clumsy!), but then decided it wouldn't be worth the hassle.
—Curiously... At morning, my wand was back at my bedside table. —Bethany showed her wand, decorated with jasmines and flowers.
—That's all that matters, then. —Anna finally spoke with a hoarse voice.
—Is it, now?
—You found your wand. Nobody broke into our house. Everything's fine.
—Of course not! I still don't know what had happened to my wand, unless you want to tell me it got tired of me and decided to create two little legs and leave on its own.
—...W-well... Maybe an elf took it.
—Well, we would never! We're not thieves, little miss!— Frayda squeaked, indignant.
Anna looked away, embarrassed.
—Well? —Bethany let out an amused smile.
Anna thought of putting the blame on Oliver, but couldn't bring herself to blame on her innocent little brother that truste her so much.
Bethany let the silence stretch, watching her daughter with a knowing smile. Anna kept looking away, pressing her lips together, her fingers twitching slightly on the table. Oliver, completely invested, looked between his mother and sister with wide eyes.
— You know… whoever took my wand must have been very skilled, sneaking past me like that. — Bethany mused, tapping the table lightly. — And even more impressive, they knew exactly how to put it back without waking me up. Must have been someone really talented, don't you all think?
Anna stiffened.
— Or maybe — Bethany continued, leaning in slightly — they were reading some of our books that are rather advanced in the library. Books with academic subjects that a certain nine-year-old should not have access to just yet, not before she entered in Hogwarts.
Anna clenched her jaw. She knew what her mother was doing. It was a trap. If she stayed silent, it would look even more suspicious. But if she spoke, she could slip up.
Bethany tilted her head expectantly. Oliver looked so confused, Anna couldn't stand to see those big, dumb, confused eyes.
—Fine. I took it— Anna finally admitted, scratching her eyes. —I took mama's wand to practice spells at night.
The little red-haired boy gasped in shock, Bethany smiled, and Jacob silently requested for another cup of tea.
—Anna, you know you shouldn't stay up. Don't you think your tutors already teach you quite well? Why do you need to study more at night? —Bethany asked.
—That's not enough... I'll be in Hogwarts in only two years. I don't want to arrive there not knowing a single spell. I want to be at the top of my class like papa and mama.
Bethany, cuted out, put her own black hands on her cheeks.
—Aww! Aren't you the cutest little child, wanting to be like us! But you shouldn't overwork yourself, my little flower, or you'll end up just tired and forgetful. Tell you what: Why don't I begin to teach you spells instead?
Anna gasped and threw herself forward, hitting her belly against the tip of the table.
—Would you?!
—Of course! But with one condition: You have to promise you won't ever stay up late studying again. I'm sure I'm a better teacher than your books alone anyway.
Anna hesitated a bit, but then smiled.
—Okay...I'll let you teach me spells!
—It's a deal then. I'll even let you use my wand.
—Wait! —Oliver interrupted. —What about me? Why can't I learn spells with sis?
—...I can teach both of you. —Bethany sighed with a smile.
—Hooray! Me and sis will be HYPER advanced at Charms! —Oliver happily jumped off the chair and fell on the ground.
Anna laughed at his silly brother. This would be fun... And she'd get to learn Charms earlier and spend even more time with her mother! She would put her best efforts on this.
STATUS: Approved, Lawrence, April 2nd
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=37866
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Parsel Mouth
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioMarquise never had the greatest affinity for animals. He found dogs loud and annoying, and had a minor allergy to cats. His family didn't keep many pets around. They were in Germany, the original family home. It was the wedding of some third cousin. Marquise had stopped being able to distinguish them a while ago. He'd gotten a rare moment to himself, and had decided to take a stroll through the woods near his family home. It was dark and Marquise had lost track of just how far he'd gone in. Panic begin to set in, as he looked around him. He could have sworn he heard something. All it took was the breaking of a stick, and Marquise was off. Running as fast as he could through the woods, he wasn't sure if something was behind him, and wasn't about to turn around to check. He kept running until he tripped over some rocks and landed hard on the ground. Skinning his knee. He felt tears well up in his eyes but bit them back. Afraid whatever was in the forest would smell them. Then marquise heard a voice
'Well you're a stupid one aren't you', the voice sounded almost amused
"W-who are you! where are you! please don't hurt me!" Marquise yelled. Then from the shadows a large snake slithered out. Marquise tried to back away but his knee, meant he wasn't getting far
'Relax, you're far too small and bony to taste good. Seems like you're lost little one' Marquise nodded, too frightened to speak
'Come with me, i'll lead you back home' Marquise debated following the snake, but he knew he didn't have many options as he was completely lost.
"I didn't know that snakes could speak?" He said, a little confused as to how their conversation was happening
'Hahah, I'm not the weird one here kid. You're a parselmouth, capable of understanding us snakes. Haven't met one of your kind before' Parsel Mouth, he knew a bit about that. One of them had caused a bit of trouble in England decades back.
'Ah, we're here. Alright kid, off you go. And a word of advice. Stay out of the woods. The next snake who finds you may not be so kind' With that, the creature slithered off. Marquise ran into the mansion and one of the nannies cast a healing spell on him. The next day he went over to his father who was enjoying some tea
"Dad, what's a parsel mouth" His father froze he choked on his tea. Once he had composed himself he looked down at marquise, his eyes scrutinizing
"Where did you hear about that" Marquise recounted what had happened in the woods, how he'd met the great snake and how it had helped him find his way home
"A parsel mouth is someone who can speak to snakes. A gift embedded deep within our family. Since our ancestors first came to this land. The last one to have the gift was my great grandfather. It was believed to have died with him. To think you have it now." Marquise smiled at that, he was special
"You are not to, show this gift of yours in public. Opinions on parsel mouths vary. this stays within the family" Marquise nodded and walked off.
STATUS: Denied, Lawrence, April 2nd
Special races/talents cannot be applied for in this thread. The correct thread to apply for this talent is in your index application.
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=37486#p1172592
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Fearless (Third Year)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioBeing an only child often made Lesmana play alone, especially when his father was too focused on deciphering the runes and his mother had a long-hour job in the nearby clinic. When his parents were busy, Lesmana decided not to disturb them and went outside to see if there was anyone who wanted to play with him. But that day, no one was available to play for many reasons. It's one of the rarest days he really had no one to play. So he went to the nearby forest to look around. He really enjoyed walking near the forest border. Sometimes he entered it and found many interesting things.
The scenery that day was really great, all greens with some colourful accents from the flowers, berries, sometimes fruits, and bugs. All of them were harmonious, making it hardly boring to enjoy. Sometimes he stopped to see the cool-shaped rocks or catch the bugs, even though he would mostly miss them. Then he found a plant that his mother used to cook. He remembered how delicious that plant was in Srikandi's hands. He also remembered that Srikandi liked that vegetable so much. Lesmana decided to approach the plant and took some of them. Just before he picked them up, he heard a noise behind him. He quickly looked at the source of the sound and found a bush moving. Some people might freeze or run when they faced this situation but it was different for Lesmana. It was like I didn't have any sense of fear. The boy approached the bush, quickly parted it, and found a family of chickens. Smiling, Lesmana looked at them. There were two chicks and a hen, all of them ignoring the presence of Lesmana.
It was all calm and fine until his hunch alarmed him. He looked back and saw a snake the size that it could easily swallow all the chicks, maybe also the hen if it was really capable of stretching its size. Lesmana could leave the flock of the chicken there but he felt he must save them. The boy grabbed the hen with his left hand and grabbed the chicks with the other hand. He jumped above the snake and quickly went home. But it seemed he went too deep into the forest. The sky was already pink and the sun had almost vanished but Lesmana still walked in the forest. He still didn't come out from the forest when the sky was really dark. He was only accompanied by the light of the moon and stars and the chickens in his hand. He sometimes got a peck from the hen but he didn't drop it. He was not scared of the dark. He was not scared of the myth that was often told by his friends. He kept walking steadily until he left the forest.
Finally reaching his house, Lesmana could see his parents were waiting for him in front of the door. Lesmana ran joyfully until he saw the change in Srikandi's glare. It was the glare that she often gave to the boys in her house if they made mistakes. Wisnu and Lesmana found it scary at first but Lesmana already grow with it. He dropped the chickens in the front garden. Lesmana had another plan to reduce her mother's anger. He was about to bring out the plants that he found but he forgot that his attention was changed from the plant to the chicken. So Lesmana gave up and could only lower his head and receive all the scolding and lectures.
If anyone wanted to know what happened with the chickens, Lesmana took care of them for two days before they went back to the forest on their own.
Link to your encyclopedia thread:viewtopic.php?f=169&t=37486#p1172592
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Wandmaker (Seventh Year)
Willow Wood, Unicorn Hair Core, 25 cm, Reasonable Supple
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioWood: Willow (63/50)
Lesmana sometimes underestimated himself. He often had some insecurity when he looked at his peers. He felt that he still learnt too little and had to look for more sources to widen his knowledge. So he sometimes left the class late just to meet the dukun and asked many questions at them. He wasn't satisfied with himself and sometimes compared himself with others.
Core: Unicorn Hair (51/50)
This core always suited Lesmana from the start. Lesmana held moral values consistently, even avoiding casting any dark spells whether it was a small jinx, hex, or curse. Lesmana's consistency wasn't only in his moral values but also applied to his eagerness to learn and get more knowledge, especially in potions.
Length: 25 cm (64/50)
Personality-wise, Lesmana was in between pride and shyness at the same time. He was really proud when his spells or potions were successful, which fed his ego. But he also felt shy if someone the results of his hard work and the process behind it. He often took some time alone to sharpen his skills and knowledge, making sure no one knew his effort.
Flexibility: Reasonably Supple (55/50)
Lesmana was also in between flexible and sturdy. He was patient with any kind of mistakes. He had a high tolerance. He also showed kindness to those who make mistakes. But Lesmana wouldn't let it go anything that passed his morality limits. He would immediately take action, from a simple warning to a physical fight.
How he got the wand: (240)
Lesmana finally graduated from Tenūsa with satisfactory grades. His hard work paid off and he made his parents proud of him. The teenager finally had a rest time after a stressful period. One day, Wisnu approached him to ask about his wand. Lesmana didn't feel anything wrong with his current wand. However, he noticed that his wand sometimes didn't work fully whenever he didn't want to show off his work in class or when he ignored the challenge from his peers to duel if it wasted his allocated time to study.
Wisnu listened to him and brought him to his friend's house. He was a wandmaker in the village. Wisnu told Lesmana to pick a new wand that suited him the most. A bit surprised, Lesmana could only receive it. The wandmaker did some interviews with Lesmana and checked every core and wood that suited the boy until he found the right one: Willow Wood, Unicorn Hair Core, 25 cm, Reasonably Supple. He made all of the measurements and told Lesmana to come back in two weeks.
He did come back with his father to get his new wand. And when he tried it, the spells came out satisfying. Wisnu paid the wand. He told Lesmana that it was his graduation gift, a thing that he would need the most. Lesmana smiled and thanked his father. He was ready for his future adventure and what would he face and learn.
Word Count Total: 473
STATUS: Approved x2 - Koko, 14 April 2025
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Portkey
Name of Ability that you are applying for: Prodigal Defense Against the Dark Arts Learner
Describe why this fits your character:
WC: 486/400
Name of Ability that you are applying for: Prodigal Defense Against the Dark Arts Learner
Describe why this fits your character:
Reducio
Eira Cravensworth had always been curious about the Von Thaine side of her family. Her mum never liked talking about her family, not even in passing. Her dad didn't give a straight answer either until Emile Beauregard heard from his mum that the Von Thaines allegedly practiced dark magic.
The very thought had sent chills down her spine. Her mother was a dedicated healer who cared for her patients, and her father made sure his clients were all given a fair representation. Both parents showed their daughter that altruism is something that should be upheld despite the power they held with their bloodline. But to know that she may be related to bigoted monsters was not something Eira wanted to even imagine.
Mr. Sheffield, her private tutor, had shown approval with her dedication to learning the history of wizardkind and spellwork, which made Eira more determined to research more about the dark wizards and witches and the reasons for their pursuit of power. She had come across the name of the Von Thaines once or twice, but no credible description about any of them being part of the dark wizard groups.
She had read about the reasons as to why wizards and witches turn to the dark forces, and she can't help but scoff at their ideals. Truly, they already have powerful magic within them, and yet it's still not enough? If they were smart, they would have known when to stop. Being greedy just wrecked everything they had worked so hard for. And it didn't limit to wizardkind; cursed objects, magical beasts who seek to harm others- a despicable thing to do.
Not to mention, cowardly.
Imagining her parents on the other side of a wand in the hands of a dark wizard had Eira sitting on the edge of her seat, pushing her more into learning about dangerous artefacts and curses but with it, she learned the various methods how to counteract and deal with unsavory beings. Her sudden interest in the subject had caused concern for her parents but Mr. Sheffield had a twinkle in his eye as he realized that his student would no doubt be a fine Auror once she had graduated, or having a dab hand for removing curses at least.
The fact that her wand, which consisted of a Thestral Tail Hair, gave them a hint that the girl was able to understand such difficult topics, such as death and the inevitability of mortality, made them realize that Eira will not fall into corruption despite the power she has as an heiress.
So, with much deliberation with the Cravensworth family, Eira received more lessons with Mr. Sheffield about the ways of defensive spells and being able to defend herself by the elegant art of duelling. It's only a matter of time before young Eira would step into the real dangerous world with her eyes wide open, and prepared.
WC: 486/400
STATUS: Denied - Koko, 14 April 2025
- You've already applied & been approved for Parselmouth, and as a first year, you can only have one race/ability.
Last edited by Eira Cravensworth on 13 Apr 2025, 15:28, edited 1 time in total.
STA: 3 |EVA: 10 |STR: 3 |WIS: 9 |ARC: 2 |ACC: 8
𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖘
❅Parselmouth❅Prodigal DADA Learner❅
𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖘
❅Parselmouth❅Prodigal DADA Learner❅
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=35862
Name of ability that you are applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Word count: 435/400
Name of ability that you are applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
Graci always envied people with strong work ethics, something she didn't seem to have. That was a cause for a rift between the sisters occasionally.
She got defensive about that and an abundance of other things, even when it wasn't mentioned, being the self-conscious child she was.
When she got her Hogwarts letter she was determined to be the best student there was, even just in a single subject. She scoured over a few books on each subject, trying to find one she could excel at.
She found it.
Charms.
Graci was not consciously trying to excel at anything, unlike what it seems.
She simply thought she should like to understand how things work, it was something she had down to a science, only at eleven years of age.
Preparedness was something she liked to practice. 'The mom friend' was a good descriptor.
Anyway, back to her studying tendencies.
Charms, a wonderful subject.
Fundamentals, basics, any synonym of those two words were exactly where Graci assumed she should start.
A few weeks before school was to start she sat in her room, a fine Saturday afternoon in Greece, charms book in her hands, rain thrumming against the window. An imaginary wand and pronunciation as her only tools, concentration, too.
The musty pages were well preserved, the wood floor hard beneath her.
She made a to do list, what she wanted to do to ensure she remembered each spell to the tee.
-Write down spell
-Read what it does and any consequences of doing so.
-Understand wand movements and practice- wandless. (not that she had a wand yet)
-Put it all together and MEMORIZE
-Once understood, to the next spell.
-Repeat!
Her summer afternoons were spent like that, spell after spell, walking on the beach hoping sand didn't get between the pages of her beloved book.
Graci seemed to have a knack for charms, having the full trifacta of concentration, pronunciation, and steady-ish hands.
She tried to spend time with her only non-related friend, Alia, and she did, but the rest of her hours were consumed by her growing love for charms.
It was almost an obsession at this point, but Graci had warned herself she would be a normal person most of the time.
Her parents were her only confidants in this, her being worried Zoe would track on like she did with map making and some of Graci's favorite books.
They-that being Graci and her parents-had decided that Saturday and Sunday would be charms free days.
Graci's slight obsession waned, but only a little, her love for it growing in a more healthy way.
She got defensive about that and an abundance of other things, even when it wasn't mentioned, being the self-conscious child she was.
When she got her Hogwarts letter she was determined to be the best student there was, even just in a single subject. She scoured over a few books on each subject, trying to find one she could excel at.
She found it.
Charms.
Graci was not consciously trying to excel at anything, unlike what it seems.
She simply thought she should like to understand how things work, it was something she had down to a science, only at eleven years of age.
Preparedness was something she liked to practice. 'The mom friend' was a good descriptor.
Anyway, back to her studying tendencies.
Charms, a wonderful subject.
Fundamentals, basics, any synonym of those two words were exactly where Graci assumed she should start.
A few weeks before school was to start she sat in her room, a fine Saturday afternoon in Greece, charms book in her hands, rain thrumming against the window. An imaginary wand and pronunciation as her only tools, concentration, too.
The musty pages were well preserved, the wood floor hard beneath her.
She made a to do list, what she wanted to do to ensure she remembered each spell to the tee.
-Write down spell
-Read what it does and any consequences of doing so.
-Understand wand movements and practice- wandless. (not that she had a wand yet)
-Put it all together and MEMORIZE
-Once understood, to the next spell.
-Repeat!
Her summer afternoons were spent like that, spell after spell, walking on the beach hoping sand didn't get between the pages of her beloved book.
Graci seemed to have a knack for charms, having the full trifacta of concentration, pronunciation, and steady-ish hands.
She tried to spend time with her only non-related friend, Alia, and she did, but the rest of her hours were consumed by her growing love for charms.
It was almost an obsession at this point, but Graci had warned herself she would be a normal person most of the time.
Her parents were her only confidants in this, her being worried Zoe would track on like she did with map making and some of Graci's favorite books.
They-that being Graci and her parents-had decided that Saturday and Sunday would be charms free days.
Graci's slight obsession waned, but only a little, her love for it growing in a more healthy way.
Word count: 435/400
STATUS: Approved - Koko, 14 April 2025
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Ability Applications
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Name of ability that you are applying for: Prodigical Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
C. Azure - knowledge and power are entities of both noble aspirations and dangerous obsessions
Name of ability that you are applying for: Prodigical Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
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Being a member of the Azure family Charles Azure is educated, and well respected and that teaches him to continue growth. One of Prodigal Charms’ first years at Hogwarts will fit his character and background perfectly and align perfectly with the Learner's ability.
From the beginning, the Azure family has had a long-standing tradition of academic excellence. Education is a high priority to achieve respect and status in the wizarding world. Charles, brought up there, has been taught to be diligent in the search for knowledge. Especially because he is comfortable with his background and familial emphasis on academic achievement, the focus seems to be on being able to learn charms a year before his peers. By doing this he is ready and positioned to grasp and learn essential spells in his early stages as such which can strengthen his skill foundation for his magical skills. This proactive approach to learning will enable him to shine amongst his classmates and to have a good name for astuteness. Charles seems to progress step-by-step towards his achievement through thoroughly studying old spell books attained from the time his parents were in Hogwarts and reading thoroughly the books he bought from Diagon Alley for his first year; like the Book Of Spells. This enabled Charles to access higher spells.
Charles’s nurturing nature also fits well with the Prodigal Charms Learner ability as well. The Azure family is really known for their dedication to the training of the younger ones to become well-balanced people. This is an ability that Charles would gain to improve himself and also to provide for his classmates. This is the kind of atmosphere his family fosters; he can share his knowledge and help other people to learn. It is a spirit that reinforces the fact that we are part of a community and mentorship is vital within Azure Family in spirit.
Another reason this ability is an excellent fit for Charles is how versatile charms are. The charms are fundamental to everyday magical life and have practical solutions to a myriad of problems. If Charles manages to learn these spells early enough, he will be better equipped to face the complicated business of Hogwarts life. It does not only relate to academic challenges but also to the meaning of social interactions and extracurricular activities like Quidditch, where charm use can be helpful. His early mastery of charms will prove that his education was practical and that he can use it to interact with his surroundings.
Also, Charles’ aspirations can be seen in the Prodigal Charms Learner ability. He drives to excel and to make a positive mark within the wizarding community. From here it gives this man the confidence and motivation to pursue his goals. The skills he will acquire over the years at Hogwarts will serve to declare his dedication to growth and excellence. With his knowledge of charms now at his disposal, he can now be credited with pursuing his ambition to make a positive contribution to his community.
All in all, this would be the perfect fit for Charles Azure at Prodigal Charms Learner. In fact it demonstrates his family values, brings out his caretaker side the best and teaches him how to be successful at Hogwarts. This ability allows Charles to be a good foundation for sorts of magical education and contribution to the community in which he will live and work and grow to be a respected and masterful wizard within himself, as the Azure family desires.
STATUS: Pending - Koko, 14 April 2025
- Please explain how Charles was able to access the higher-level spells.
STATUS: Approved - Koko, 22 April 2025
Last edited by Charles Azure on 14 Apr 2025, 22:25, edited 7 times in total.
C. Azure - knowledge and power are entities of both noble aspirations and dangerous obsessions
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Advanced Casting
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Advanced Casting
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
Striving to do better than anyone else, even compared to an adult; Aurelia always believes that she is meant, or destined, for excellence and greatness. This is, of course, not an empty claim, one to fool themselves underneath the suffocating feeling of inadequacy. The young badger, in every work recorded she did or participated in, there always an ounce of eagerness to execute everything extraordinary well. Studying vehemently and religiously like a woman possessed—it is no doubt the young Hufflepuff witch relied on books rather than sound advice of a trusted adult. She did everything independently with no help at all, and these endeavours always become fruitful as ever since she was a child, Aurelia was always praised for her brilliance by the adults that surrounds her, from school, from home, from almost everywhere.
It devastates her to encounter unprecedented failure, which only motivated her to do everything better, intending to surpass any limits, ignoring the fact that she is human, flawed, and of course, imperfect. It was never a hindrance, it is only a motivation. Constantly receiving Os, consecutively, satisfies her to no end. It is something of pride, worthy of mention, that the young badger tends to perfect any spell, no matter how difficult it may seem to others, quickly than her peers. It is only because of advanced reading she always does, practicing the flick of her black walnut wand almost feverishly. This aforementioned wand is always tucked within her unruly curls, always ready to be grabbed once the need arises.
They will never be able to outsmart the cautious and brilliant.
Because of this cautious nature that can almost be perceived as paranoia, the spells necessary for duels—hexes, curses, jinxes–are always in the front of her mind, unconsciously going through it again as though exam period is nearing. Now that she was given a weapon, a.k.a. her black walnut wand, in order to defend herself, it provided a sense of relief unlike in her former schools, wherein kids bullied her most terribly for unknown reasons (which is not surprising). Her Mum, Cordelia Valentine, always whisper that it is only because of combined hate deep-rooted from both envy and jealousy. Nonetheless, the young badger believes that is not always the case. Everyone searches and craves security if it is not provided from their sanctuary, and the need to assert dominance always, and always will be the root of all evil—at least, in her opinion, any way.
It will be intriguing to see someone attempt to question and underestimate her assertiveness. Aurelia Valentine is not a quick-thinker for nothing; in between the panic and anxiety she conjured better ideas for resolution. If there is anything she did not study in advance for the whole year, that could be another version of herself from an entirely different universe—an incompetent version of herself, that is. The paranoia of being underestimated for the rest of her life motivated her to study and practice her spells most religiously. And who is Aurelia Valentine, any way, if she was not giving her all for the betterment of herself?
It devastates her to encounter unprecedented failure, which only motivated her to do everything better, intending to surpass any limits, ignoring the fact that she is human, flawed, and of course, imperfect. It was never a hindrance, it is only a motivation. Constantly receiving Os, consecutively, satisfies her to no end. It is something of pride, worthy of mention, that the young badger tends to perfect any spell, no matter how difficult it may seem to others, quickly than her peers. It is only because of advanced reading she always does, practicing the flick of her black walnut wand almost feverishly. This aforementioned wand is always tucked within her unruly curls, always ready to be grabbed once the need arises.
They will never be able to outsmart the cautious and brilliant.
Because of this cautious nature that can almost be perceived as paranoia, the spells necessary for duels—hexes, curses, jinxes–are always in the front of her mind, unconsciously going through it again as though exam period is nearing. Now that she was given a weapon, a.k.a. her black walnut wand, in order to defend herself, it provided a sense of relief unlike in her former schools, wherein kids bullied her most terribly for unknown reasons (which is not surprising). Her Mum, Cordelia Valentine, always whisper that it is only because of combined hate deep-rooted from both envy and jealousy. Nonetheless, the young badger believes that is not always the case. Everyone searches and craves security if it is not provided from their sanctuary, and the need to assert dominance always, and always will be the root of all evil—at least, in her opinion, any way.
It will be intriguing to see someone attempt to question and underestimate her assertiveness. Aurelia Valentine is not a quick-thinker for nothing; in between the panic and anxiety she conjured better ideas for resolution. If there is anything she did not study in advance for the whole year, that could be another version of herself from an entirely different universe—an incompetent version of herself, that is. The paranoia of being underestimated for the rest of her life motivated her to study and practice her spells most religiously. And who is Aurelia Valentine, any way, if she was not giving her all for the betterment of herself?
STATUS: Approved - Koko, 14 April 2025
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Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Ency!
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Potions Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Potions Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
When she wasn't outside chasing butterflies or make up stories under the crown of trees with Eleonor, you could find her there: in her father's laboratory, seated on a stool too high for that little girl, with the legs that couldnt touch the floor and with her eyes riveted on those mysterious brews.
Ever since she could reach the shelves, she remained there attracted by the mumbling of the cauldrons and the scent of crushed herbs that enveloped the room. Those different scent of herbs often accompanied Grace's childhood memories. Her father's workshop, Edgar Mitchell, was a forbidden place for everyone, except for her. But it wasnt always like that: at first, he was always too immersed in his research to really pay attention to her.
“Grace... you cant stay here, go”, these were the words that she would hear most of the time. But with her silence curiosity and her attentive gaze managed to make its way and obtain permission to keep him company in safety.
At first, the only thing she could do was observe her father working, in silence, in a corner so as not to risk breaking anything and not to get hurt. Then she received a promotion: from then on she never had to sit again,but she could help him with cleaning and in the arrangement of ingredients — rearrange the ampoules, read the labels, distinguish a root from a dry leaf.
Until one day, perhaps impressed by that great tenacity, Edgar put a pestle in her hand and said:
“Come on, come and try”.
And from then on, under the watchful eyes of an expert, every evening turned into an unofficial lesson. He wouldnt teach her only about the recipe, but also respect for each ingredient, for each tool, the patience to wait for the right timing, and above all the ability to recognise a mistake as part of the process.
The first potion that they officially prepared together was an infusion for colds, a potion that was simple in itself but required a certain amount of precision.
In fact, Grace got the dosage of one ingredient wrong, and the steam that came out of it made them sneeze for a good half hour. They laughed so much, that her old sister, for the first time of the day, come out of her room to try to understand what was happening.
“Lets' try again! Read well what I wrote and pay attention” said the father, as he pointed with his finger to the precise spot that had brought the potion to that small but amusing failure.
“And dont worry, you can do it”.
“Yes! I can!” Grace replied.
And, far from being discouraged, she became even more determined. So she tried again, and with great enthusiasm succeeded in preparing her first potion.
And that is exactly how their bond was consolidated, between ampoules and cauldrons.
When Grace received her letter, Edgar gifted her a little black leather notebook, with a handwritten dedication on the first page:
“For what you discover for yourself, never give up”.
What started out as mere curiosity turned into hours of study, carefully copied notes and questions as insistent as they are brilliant. In a real discipline.
Her skill does not come from a stroke of luck, but form hours, from evenings spent among stills and pestle, notebooks full of notes and ink-stained hands.
Nowadays Grace does not need to prove anything to anyone: they just need to observ her while she works.
Her concentration, the care she puts into every gesture and the naturalness with which she tackles each point, each step, are the clearest proof of what she has become.
A capable, determined girl, and deeply in love with the art of potions.
Ever since she could reach the shelves, she remained there attracted by the mumbling of the cauldrons and the scent of crushed herbs that enveloped the room. Those different scent of herbs often accompanied Grace's childhood memories. Her father's workshop, Edgar Mitchell, was a forbidden place for everyone, except for her. But it wasnt always like that: at first, he was always too immersed in his research to really pay attention to her.
“Grace... you cant stay here, go”, these were the words that she would hear most of the time. But with her silence curiosity and her attentive gaze managed to make its way and obtain permission to keep him company in safety.
At first, the only thing she could do was observe her father working, in silence, in a corner so as not to risk breaking anything and not to get hurt. Then she received a promotion: from then on she never had to sit again,but she could help him with cleaning and in the arrangement of ingredients — rearrange the ampoules, read the labels, distinguish a root from a dry leaf.
Until one day, perhaps impressed by that great tenacity, Edgar put a pestle in her hand and said:
“Come on, come and try”.
And from then on, under the watchful eyes of an expert, every evening turned into an unofficial lesson. He wouldnt teach her only about the recipe, but also respect for each ingredient, for each tool, the patience to wait for the right timing, and above all the ability to recognise a mistake as part of the process.
The first potion that they officially prepared together was an infusion for colds, a potion that was simple in itself but required a certain amount of precision.
In fact, Grace got the dosage of one ingredient wrong, and the steam that came out of it made them sneeze for a good half hour. They laughed so much, that her old sister, for the first time of the day, come out of her room to try to understand what was happening.
“Lets' try again! Read well what I wrote and pay attention” said the father, as he pointed with his finger to the precise spot that had brought the potion to that small but amusing failure.
“And dont worry, you can do it”.
“Yes! I can!” Grace replied.
And, far from being discouraged, she became even more determined. So she tried again, and with great enthusiasm succeeded in preparing her first potion.
And that is exactly how their bond was consolidated, between ampoules and cauldrons.
When Grace received her letter, Edgar gifted her a little black leather notebook, with a handwritten dedication on the first page:
“For what you discover for yourself, never give up”.
What started out as mere curiosity turned into hours of study, carefully copied notes and questions as insistent as they are brilliant. In a real discipline.
Her skill does not come from a stroke of luck, but form hours, from evenings spent among stills and pestle, notebooks full of notes and ink-stained hands.
Nowadays Grace does not need to prove anything to anyone: they just need to observ her while she works.
Her concentration, the care she puts into every gesture and the naturalness with which she tackles each point, each step, are the clearest proof of what she has become.
A capable, determined girl, and deeply in love with the art of potions.
W.C. 625
STATUS: Approved, Sage, April 19th
Last edited by Grace Mitchell on 13 Apr 2025, 19:26, edited 1 time in total.
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
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It’s no secret that Odette greatly admires her father, Silas. His business charm is equally as enchanting and bewitching as his skills with a wand. Traits the young witch hopes to possess one day as well. She often watches with avid fascination as he layers complicated charms on top of one another to create the most beguiling amulets, talismans, and lucky charms for his shop, Leone’s Warding Wonders.
Most fathers would indulge their child’s curiosity by adding a bit more flourish to their movements. Making it more of a spectacle to maintain and stoke their intrigue, but Silas believes that to be foolish. Despite wanting to show off for his daughter, he can recognize the ambition in her pale blue eyes, so similar to his beautiful wife’s, and knows it’s much more important to teach her the proper way to cast spells. Clear annunciation, practiced and controlled wand movements, and a confident mind. Even as his daughter oohs and ahhs at his talent for charms, Silas is careful to keep his wand steady, only allowing an adoring smile to slip past his composed demeanor. After all, he’d feel remiss in his fatherly duties if he ill-prepares his daughter and future successor by teaching her any differently. Spells are dangerous, and he will ensure his daughter possesses the correct tools and attitudes to be safe and successful in life.
Odette takes to his lessons like a Niffler to gold. In fact, her brother, Max, frequently teases the aspiring charmwright whenever he catches her silently mimicking Silas’ wand movements. Careful there, Dottie. He snickers insufferably and mockingly raises his hand in surrender. You almost took my arm off! They both know that’s impossible. She hasn’t even started at Hogwarts yet, let alone owns a wand, but the teasing is irksome, so Odette thinks it’s justified that she sells his hidden stash of snacks at her muggle school in revenge. He's being hypocritical, after all. As an apprentice broom-maker, Max knows better than anyone just how fortunate he is to have received their father’s wisdom.
Finally, turning eleven and officially attending Hogwarts, the newly sorted Ravenclaw endeavors to carry Silas’ lessons with her during classes. Even when Odette’s excitement at learning new spells gets the better of her, she simply takes a calming breath like her father taught her to before trying again. Her attempts don’t end there, either. After classes are over, the ambitious witch still makes sure to practice her first-year spells until the movements become second nature and the incantations effortlessly roll off her tongue.
Nothing will get in the way of her future career as a successful charmwright, least of all herself. Odette will practice until she can make sure it's perfect.
WC: 454
Most fathers would indulge their child’s curiosity by adding a bit more flourish to their movements. Making it more of a spectacle to maintain and stoke their intrigue, but Silas believes that to be foolish. Despite wanting to show off for his daughter, he can recognize the ambition in her pale blue eyes, so similar to his beautiful wife’s, and knows it’s much more important to teach her the proper way to cast spells. Clear annunciation, practiced and controlled wand movements, and a confident mind. Even as his daughter oohs and ahhs at his talent for charms, Silas is careful to keep his wand steady, only allowing an adoring smile to slip past his composed demeanor. After all, he’d feel remiss in his fatherly duties if he ill-prepares his daughter and future successor by teaching her any differently. Spells are dangerous, and he will ensure his daughter possesses the correct tools and attitudes to be safe and successful in life.
Odette takes to his lessons like a Niffler to gold. In fact, her brother, Max, frequently teases the aspiring charmwright whenever he catches her silently mimicking Silas’ wand movements. Careful there, Dottie. He snickers insufferably and mockingly raises his hand in surrender. You almost took my arm off! They both know that’s impossible. She hasn’t even started at Hogwarts yet, let alone owns a wand, but the teasing is irksome, so Odette thinks it’s justified that she sells his hidden stash of snacks at her muggle school in revenge. He's being hypocritical, after all. As an apprentice broom-maker, Max knows better than anyone just how fortunate he is to have received their father’s wisdom.
Finally, turning eleven and officially attending Hogwarts, the newly sorted Ravenclaw endeavors to carry Silas’ lessons with her during classes. Even when Odette’s excitement at learning new spells gets the better of her, she simply takes a calming breath like her father taught her to before trying again. Her attempts don’t end there, either. After classes are over, the ambitious witch still makes sure to practice her first-year spells until the movements become second nature and the incantations effortlessly roll off her tongue.
Nothing will get in the way of her future career as a successful charmwright, least of all herself. Odette will practice until she can make sure it's perfect.
WC: 454
STATUS: Approved, Melisande, 22nd April
Who hasn't made a deal with a centuries-old entity of questionable moral standing and motives?
*aggressively drinks tea*
Here, hold my morals. I've got some sketchy stuff to take care of...
*aggressively drinks tea*
Here, hold my morals. I've got some sketchy stuff to take care of...