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Character Name: Mairead Thorne
Link to Character Page: Here
School Year: First
Character Stats:
Character Backstory:
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School Year: First
Character Stats:
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Strength - 4
Stamina - 6
Wisdom - 7
Accuracy - 6
Evasion - 5
Arcane Power - 7
Stamina - 6
Wisdom - 7
Accuracy - 6
Evasion - 5
Arcane Power - 7
Character Backstory:
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Biography: May was born to Erin & Juniper Thorne, the daughter of a muggle and wizard, respectively. She had a fairly happy home life, knowing about the magical world from a young age. Erin insisted her daughter get a non magical education at least until she had to go to Hogwarts, so May was sent to a muggle public school until her letter came. While she was and still is very excited at the idea of learning magic like her dad, she has never been away from her parents or home for more than a couple of weeks at a time, and is nervouse about whether or not she'll make friends at Hogwarts.
Her love of plants was greatly encouraged by her maternal grandmother, and she would often spend weekends or part of summer vacations at her grandma's old cottage out in the country. It was her grandma who gifted her with her first house plant, a golden pothos when she was just 5 years old. She loved the plant so much she named her stuffed frog after it.
Juniper and Erin opened up their dream bakery a couple of years after having Mairead, which quickly became a 2nd home to the young witch, and in fact many of the decorative plants that adorn the walls of Budding Tastes come from her and her nan's collections.
First Instance of Magic: When May was 5 years old, she tripped off a high platform at a local playground. Instead of falling and getting hurt, she slowly floated to the ground and was promptly scooped up by her father, who made some hasty excuses to the other kids & parents watching before hurrying home to tell his wife the exciting news. May only registered what happened after the fact, and was somewhat scared of heights for a few years afterwards.
Her love of plants was greatly encouraged by her maternal grandmother, and she would often spend weekends or part of summer vacations at her grandma's old cottage out in the country. It was her grandma who gifted her with her first house plant, a golden pothos when she was just 5 years old. She loved the plant so much she named her stuffed frog after it.
Juniper and Erin opened up their dream bakery a couple of years after having Mairead, which quickly became a 2nd home to the young witch, and in fact many of the decorative plants that adorn the walls of Budding Tastes come from her and her nan's collections.
First Instance of Magic: When May was 5 years old, she tripped off a high platform at a local playground. Instead of falling and getting hurt, she slowly floated to the ground and was promptly scooped up by her father, who made some hasty excuses to the other kids & parents watching before hurrying home to tell his wife the exciting news. May only registered what happened after the fact, and was somewhat scared of heights for a few years afterwards.
STATUS: Approved - Maya, 25 July
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Character name: Myra Markab
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Link to the character page: here
Character Statistics:
Stamina. 5
Evasion. 10
Strength. 0
Wisdom. 10
Arcane. 0
Accuracy. 5
Character Special Race/Talent: Werewolf
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Link to the character page: here
Character Statistics:
Stamina. 5
Evasion. 10
Strength. 0
Wisdom. 10
Arcane. 0
Accuracy. 5
Character Special Race/Talent: Werewolf
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Myra could never recall how she’d come to be this way, only that she simply always was.
She was six years old when she first approached her condition past a surface level understanding. Before then, Myra vaguely knew that the way her body contorted every full moon was wrong and excruciating, but what she hadn’t was that there was a name for the experience; that it was greatly stigmatized among the rest of the world; and that she would have to learn to navigate the world despite it, or suffer trying. Freehold’s rules meant Myra knew little concerning even the mere existence of “normal humans”, and it wasn’t as if anyone else had found the need to remind her.
That aside, her found family of lycanthropes was truly trying their best to help their youngest member thrive:
Courtesy of Genesis and her stilted advice, Myra had learned a technique to track the lunar cycle, and therefore anticipate not only her transformations, but also the convulsions that accompanied them in the days preceding. As expected with the erratic nature of a lycanthrope’s symptoms, the calendar couldn’t predict everything but it was effective enough, and Myra was profusely impressed with her clever management to the point that she'd began imitating her in other areas too.
Mrs. Grant was Myra’s source of calming draughts; any lycanthrope with sense would study up on the practice. Myra relished the moments where she stood at Mrs. Grant’s side before a makeshift brewing station, recounting with unwavering eyes how to make a wide array of potions for the comfort of herself and her people. With Roger, Myra played pretend, their earliest childhood game of stick-sword-fighting gradually turning into one of predator versus prey; each taking turns being the “hunter” in the way they imagined the adults having done when they disappeared past the trees and returned with supper. And when Hugo first arrived, their troublemaking duo became three, and Myra could then train her bite on someone she didn’t mind roughing up a bit.
Meanwhile, her friendship with Rose symbolized many firsts, like the first time she’d been properly challenged. One day, she’d basked in Rose’s perfume and was surprised when Rose claimed to have finished the vial just nights before. It started a conversation. For Myra, heightened senses had been innate as early as she could remember; but like Hugo, Rose was turned later in life. And despite it being discouraged, Rose would also share a long list of accounts with her; real accounts that there were people intrinsically so unlike them that they were considered a different being entirely. Non-werewolves. Outsiders, as the elders had warned. Myra pitied them for being so mundane.
Because everyone in Freehold shared the same experience, Myra’s knowledge of herself grew. But if there was one thing Myra had little to no answers about, it was her origins, or more specifically, her mother.
Roche would know a thing or two about that.
Myra found herself in his office one afternoon, having regathered enough strength to return to her normal shenanigans after a full moon’s passing. Council members trickled in occasionally to speak with Roche, but the usually nosy Myra paid them little mind in her focus. When the room emptied to just the two of them, she took the opportunity to bring her thoughts to focus.
“…Was I born like this?” Myra asked out of the blue, kicking her feet as she scribbled upon a spare parchment. She had taken quite a liking to portraits lately, and was occupied with her own interpretation of Roche, emphasizing his sweat-plastered hair and crow’s feet with messy shading.
He smiled nonetheless. “Born like what, Myra?”
“A werewolf,” she said plainly, cupping her hand over the artwork to shield it from Roche’s eyes. It wasn’t finished yet, and he was going to make it turn out bad if she was nervous. “Rose told me not everyone is, but I don’t think that’s right.”
“No. You were made not born, and so was I and everyone you know.”
It was a start. Myra mulled this over. So, Rose was correct, but she really didn’t want to approach the uncomfortable thoughts clouding her head. And that’s why my mother’s not here, isn’t it? How lucky Genesis was to have hers still—the teenager could really try being a bit more grateful. Myra decided she’d hang on to Mrs. Grant just a bit tighter, and press Roche for more answers.
She was six years old when she first approached her condition past a surface level understanding. Before then, Myra vaguely knew that the way her body contorted every full moon was wrong and excruciating, but what she hadn’t was that there was a name for the experience; that it was greatly stigmatized among the rest of the world; and that she would have to learn to navigate the world despite it, or suffer trying. Freehold’s rules meant Myra knew little concerning even the mere existence of “normal humans”, and it wasn’t as if anyone else had found the need to remind her.
That aside, her found family of lycanthropes was truly trying their best to help their youngest member thrive:
Courtesy of Genesis and her stilted advice, Myra had learned a technique to track the lunar cycle, and therefore anticipate not only her transformations, but also the convulsions that accompanied them in the days preceding. As expected with the erratic nature of a lycanthrope’s symptoms, the calendar couldn’t predict everything but it was effective enough, and Myra was profusely impressed with her clever management to the point that she'd began imitating her in other areas too.
Mrs. Grant was Myra’s source of calming draughts; any lycanthrope with sense would study up on the practice. Myra relished the moments where she stood at Mrs. Grant’s side before a makeshift brewing station, recounting with unwavering eyes how to make a wide array of potions for the comfort of herself and her people. With Roger, Myra played pretend, their earliest childhood game of stick-sword-fighting gradually turning into one of predator versus prey; each taking turns being the “hunter” in the way they imagined the adults having done when they disappeared past the trees and returned with supper. And when Hugo first arrived, their troublemaking duo became three, and Myra could then train her bite on someone she didn’t mind roughing up a bit.
Meanwhile, her friendship with Rose symbolized many firsts, like the first time she’d been properly challenged. One day, she’d basked in Rose’s perfume and was surprised when Rose claimed to have finished the vial just nights before. It started a conversation. For Myra, heightened senses had been innate as early as she could remember; but like Hugo, Rose was turned later in life. And despite it being discouraged, Rose would also share a long list of accounts with her; real accounts that there were people intrinsically so unlike them that they were considered a different being entirely. Non-werewolves. Outsiders, as the elders had warned. Myra pitied them for being so mundane.
Because everyone in Freehold shared the same experience, Myra’s knowledge of herself grew. But if there was one thing Myra had little to no answers about, it was her origins, or more specifically, her mother.
Roche would know a thing or two about that.
Myra found herself in his office one afternoon, having regathered enough strength to return to her normal shenanigans after a full moon’s passing. Council members trickled in occasionally to speak with Roche, but the usually nosy Myra paid them little mind in her focus. When the room emptied to just the two of them, she took the opportunity to bring her thoughts to focus.
“…Was I born like this?” Myra asked out of the blue, kicking her feet as she scribbled upon a spare parchment. She had taken quite a liking to portraits lately, and was occupied with her own interpretation of Roche, emphasizing his sweat-plastered hair and crow’s feet with messy shading.
He smiled nonetheless. “Born like what, Myra?”
“A werewolf,” she said plainly, cupping her hand over the artwork to shield it from Roche’s eyes. It wasn’t finished yet, and he was going to make it turn out bad if she was nervous. “Rose told me not everyone is, but I don’t think that’s right.”
“No. You were made not born, and so was I and everyone you know.”
It was a start. Myra mulled this over. So, Rose was correct, but she really didn’t want to approach the uncomfortable thoughts clouding her head. And that’s why my mother’s not here, isn’t it? How lucky Genesis was to have hers still—the teenager could really try being a bit more grateful. Myra decided she’d hang on to Mrs. Grant just a bit tighter, and press Roche for more answers.
Character Backstory:
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Little is known of her origins other than Pastor Roche’s weary recollection of the day she was entrusted into his care. On his end, the decision was rather impulsive and without a proper vote from the Greater Council because he could never quite bear the pleas of desperate people. And Renée, mother of Myra, wasn’t the first, but she was by far the most pitiful. The woman had sought him out—whether from word of mouth or fate he could not say—and was in many ways down on her luck, but ever devoted to spare her child from the brunt of it.
Renée was a rambler too, but she probably wasn’t always. What Roche did manage to gather was that her daughter was unwell. Unwell in a way that she was not equipped to handle, but in which he was deeply familiar. The convulsions were new and terrifying, and Renée’s access to sedating draughts was limited. To make matters worse, Renée was so certain that she was being chased by someone, or something; she was sparse in specific details including the question of how long her daughter had been this way. Whatever the case, a sickly child could not tag along for it.
There were more meetings between them, but the Council was dragging its feet and Renée’s situation grew more dire. Unlike before, she turned to listening, scoping Roche out for any falsehoods about his identity and proclaimed mission. He couldn’t blame her for it. Any mother would want the reassurance. All the while, she had yet to actually present him the child in question, creating a fleeting, yet shameful moment where he wondered if she ever existed at all. But she was real, and even though his heart was already set and braced for the inevitable—he would raise her with the Council’s grace or without it—Renée was simply not yet ready to part.
Not until her hand was forced.
The exchange took place minutes past a new moon’s midnight. Renée appeared cloaked in their usual meeting location, the deep sleeping form of a toddler perched on her hip (Roche could not help but notice how heavily they favored each other). Renée first hefted the young girl into his arms, and then upon the girl’s folded lap a small coin purse; the start of what was meant to be regular compensation for her care in which Renée had insisted. She kissed Myra’s temple and his cheek, leaving it wet with tears upon separation. Under his watch, her daughter’s particular needs would be tended to among a mutual community of other sufferers. That was Roche’s promise, and the shining light among Renée’s troubles. He never saw her again.
Things were rough in the beginning. Myra wailed for her mother first thing out of her slumber, every day, until her ribs ached. It wasn’t easy waking up to strange faces in a strange setting, even if those strangers tried their best to speak in soothing voices and lull her with food and toys. At Roche’s request, Myra lived in the home of Mrs. Grant, a healer, and her example daughter Genesis who was only a few years older. Roche knew things were looking up when the screaming subsided, and Myra, eventually, began to engage. Given her age, that meant clinging to Grant. And besides home, the gardens became their favorite place.
But Mrs. Grant’s home wasn’t really her home. In a way, it was everyone’s, and everyone’s was hers too. A few years had passed when Myra learned that this was not normal outside of Freehold. Here, people shared responsibilities and some possessions too. And as Freehold’s youngest member, Myra was often left with what the other children outgrew. She could enter Rose’s barebones quarters at will to braid her hair, scare a Councilman by hiding in the Office cabinet, and make a mess in the Kitchens as long as she ate it afterwards. Chores ranged from cleaning, harvesting, and fixing equipment with Roger, to tending to the livestock and especially ensuring that the Cages locked behind her. Freehold had its routines, but to Myra it became much more:
Community, family, a fighting chance. And a fighter she was.
Renée was a rambler too, but she probably wasn’t always. What Roche did manage to gather was that her daughter was unwell. Unwell in a way that she was not equipped to handle, but in which he was deeply familiar. The convulsions were new and terrifying, and Renée’s access to sedating draughts was limited. To make matters worse, Renée was so certain that she was being chased by someone, or something; she was sparse in specific details including the question of how long her daughter had been this way. Whatever the case, a sickly child could not tag along for it.
There were more meetings between them, but the Council was dragging its feet and Renée’s situation grew more dire. Unlike before, she turned to listening, scoping Roche out for any falsehoods about his identity and proclaimed mission. He couldn’t blame her for it. Any mother would want the reassurance. All the while, she had yet to actually present him the child in question, creating a fleeting, yet shameful moment where he wondered if she ever existed at all. But she was real, and even though his heart was already set and braced for the inevitable—he would raise her with the Council’s grace or without it—Renée was simply not yet ready to part.
Not until her hand was forced.
The exchange took place minutes past a new moon’s midnight. Renée appeared cloaked in their usual meeting location, the deep sleeping form of a toddler perched on her hip (Roche could not help but notice how heavily they favored each other). Renée first hefted the young girl into his arms, and then upon the girl’s folded lap a small coin purse; the start of what was meant to be regular compensation for her care in which Renée had insisted. She kissed Myra’s temple and his cheek, leaving it wet with tears upon separation. Under his watch, her daughter’s particular needs would be tended to among a mutual community of other sufferers. That was Roche’s promise, and the shining light among Renée’s troubles. He never saw her again.
Things were rough in the beginning. Myra wailed for her mother first thing out of her slumber, every day, until her ribs ached. It wasn’t easy waking up to strange faces in a strange setting, even if those strangers tried their best to speak in soothing voices and lull her with food and toys. At Roche’s request, Myra lived in the home of Mrs. Grant, a healer, and her example daughter Genesis who was only a few years older. Roche knew things were looking up when the screaming subsided, and Myra, eventually, began to engage. Given her age, that meant clinging to Grant. And besides home, the gardens became their favorite place.
But Mrs. Grant’s home wasn’t really her home. In a way, it was everyone’s, and everyone’s was hers too. A few years had passed when Myra learned that this was not normal outside of Freehold. Here, people shared responsibilities and some possessions too. And as Freehold’s youngest member, Myra was often left with what the other children outgrew. She could enter Rose’s barebones quarters at will to braid her hair, scare a Councilman by hiding in the Office cabinet, and make a mess in the Kitchens as long as she ate it afterwards. Chores ranged from cleaning, harvesting, and fixing equipment with Roger, to tending to the livestock and especially ensuring that the Cages locked behind her. Freehold had its routines, but to Myra it became much more:
Community, family, a fighting chance. And a fighter she was.
First Instance of Magic:
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“I told you again, Myra! They won’t notice we’re gone.”
Late evening’s Church service had been in session, and Roger thought that was the perfect time to lean over and whisper about the human skull he’d found in the unmapped paths of Cave Stamnach. All of the children had named it so together because it was shaped like a stomach, but “Cave Stomach” didn’t sound mysterious enough for Hugo’s liking, so they threw in some extra letters, took one away, and made the word look all funny. Either way, the trio was going to it now, their forms concealed under a setting sun and tree canopy, Freehold’s walls shrinking behind them.
“You’re silly, Roger,” Myra said, pausing to slip a foot back into Genesis’ shoes, now 'hers' but still ill-fitting despite her growth. In her hindsight, these really weren’t proper to go exploring in. “I think they’ll notice half of us kids missing from our seats.”
Hugo spoke up in his friend’s defense from a bush, having pushed past the two of them to lead the way. “And we think you’re chicken.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
Bickering like this was common between her and Hugo. She simply didn’t understand him. Hugo was older than her, but newest to Freehold. His upbringing wasn’t like hers. It wasn’t his world as it had been hers, and it put them at odds ever since his arrival. Still, Myra puffed her cheeks and stomped after him through the crunch of foliage. Anything for Roger.
Outside the cave entrance, Roger took his lighter to four hand-torches, including the one propped on the wall, and handed the rest out accordingly. Myra basked in its warmth while the boys pulled their guide-rope taut, installed only a few weeks prior. Myra took it with one hand before giggling, “A skull in the stomach cave! Maybe it was just hungry.”
Hugo went first. “It’s Stamnach, and be serious.” He was one to talk! The first few meters past the entrance were a straight shot, until it narrowed, then opened again to a wide, aptly named interior. In this main chamber, stalagmite deposition and stream erosion were rife, creating rifts and dangers the deeper they ventured. “Stick together, or we’ll get eaten too.”
And she didn’t dare leave them, so maybe she was chicken after all. At times, Myra even called on them for their help; Roger let her use his knee as a bony stool while Hugo pulled her up to higher inclines. She had slipped on wet rock and landed on her tailbone; and before that, her ankle had gotten caught on the guide-rope.
“…This skull doesn’t exist, does it?” Myra called out wearily, desperate to surface and go back home. “Stupid boys! You tricked me.”
Roger’s eyes gleamed despite the sediment caked on his face and hair. “No, really! It’s right through there!” With one hand, he took her face and turned it to the nearest passage, a passage that Myra had to squint to make out, even among the glow of their torches. Who could fit in that?
Hugo grounded his torch and instructed the others to do the same. “Roger, let’s switch places. You’re smaller than me, so you lead Myra through to see it. I’ll stay here. And take this.” He paused to rummage through a pocket and retrieve a wand. Myra held her breath—you had to be approved to use those in Freehold. Given Roger’s reaction, or lack thereof, he had already known. Of course.
“Rad! Gimme, gimme!” Roger said with grabby-hands.
Hugo hesitated, then looked to Roger for guidance. “…What’s it, again? Light? Luma? …Lumos?”
Well, yes, but also no. It seemed to Myra that everything that happened next had done so in slow motion. First, Hugo’s really-should-have-been-confiscated wand did actually erupt in light, but was it supposed to be so loud? Second, the ground shook violently, sending Myra off balance and into Hugo’s chest. Third was their fearful faces shooting towards the cave ceiling, and Myra’s following to discover that they were all inconveniently under the path of a falling stalactite.
Almost instinctively, Myra took them by their elbows and braced for death. But death was taking an awfully long time to arrive, and since when did the dead still have racing heartbeats? Myra gasped, and opened one eye at a time to near darkness after the dust settled. One of three torches remained lit in the chaos, but more miraculously was the iridescent sphere surrounding the trio, unharmed, if not but a little frazzled. Myra relieved her grasp on Hugo to touch it; a solid bubble shield.
Late evening’s Church service had been in session, and Roger thought that was the perfect time to lean over and whisper about the human skull he’d found in the unmapped paths of Cave Stamnach. All of the children had named it so together because it was shaped like a stomach, but “Cave Stomach” didn’t sound mysterious enough for Hugo’s liking, so they threw in some extra letters, took one away, and made the word look all funny. Either way, the trio was going to it now, their forms concealed under a setting sun and tree canopy, Freehold’s walls shrinking behind them.
“You’re silly, Roger,” Myra said, pausing to slip a foot back into Genesis’ shoes, now 'hers' but still ill-fitting despite her growth. In her hindsight, these really weren’t proper to go exploring in. “I think they’ll notice half of us kids missing from our seats.”
Hugo spoke up in his friend’s defense from a bush, having pushed past the two of them to lead the way. “And we think you’re chicken.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
Bickering like this was common between her and Hugo. She simply didn’t understand him. Hugo was older than her, but newest to Freehold. His upbringing wasn’t like hers. It wasn’t his world as it had been hers, and it put them at odds ever since his arrival. Still, Myra puffed her cheeks and stomped after him through the crunch of foliage. Anything for Roger.
Outside the cave entrance, Roger took his lighter to four hand-torches, including the one propped on the wall, and handed the rest out accordingly. Myra basked in its warmth while the boys pulled their guide-rope taut, installed only a few weeks prior. Myra took it with one hand before giggling, “A skull in the stomach cave! Maybe it was just hungry.”
Hugo went first. “It’s Stamnach, and be serious.” He was one to talk! The first few meters past the entrance were a straight shot, until it narrowed, then opened again to a wide, aptly named interior. In this main chamber, stalagmite deposition and stream erosion were rife, creating rifts and dangers the deeper they ventured. “Stick together, or we’ll get eaten too.”
And she didn’t dare leave them, so maybe she was chicken after all. At times, Myra even called on them for their help; Roger let her use his knee as a bony stool while Hugo pulled her up to higher inclines. She had slipped on wet rock and landed on her tailbone; and before that, her ankle had gotten caught on the guide-rope.
“…This skull doesn’t exist, does it?” Myra called out wearily, desperate to surface and go back home. “Stupid boys! You tricked me.”
Roger’s eyes gleamed despite the sediment caked on his face and hair. “No, really! It’s right through there!” With one hand, he took her face and turned it to the nearest passage, a passage that Myra had to squint to make out, even among the glow of their torches. Who could fit in that?
Hugo grounded his torch and instructed the others to do the same. “Roger, let’s switch places. You’re smaller than me, so you lead Myra through to see it. I’ll stay here. And take this.” He paused to rummage through a pocket and retrieve a wand. Myra held her breath—you had to be approved to use those in Freehold. Given Roger’s reaction, or lack thereof, he had already known. Of course.
“Rad! Gimme, gimme!” Roger said with grabby-hands.
Hugo hesitated, then looked to Roger for guidance. “…What’s it, again? Light? Luma? …Lumos?”
Well, yes, but also no. It seemed to Myra that everything that happened next had done so in slow motion. First, Hugo’s really-should-have-been-confiscated wand did actually erupt in light, but was it supposed to be so loud? Second, the ground shook violently, sending Myra off balance and into Hugo’s chest. Third was their fearful faces shooting towards the cave ceiling, and Myra’s following to discover that they were all inconveniently under the path of a falling stalactite.
Almost instinctively, Myra took them by their elbows and braced for death. But death was taking an awfully long time to arrive, and since when did the dead still have racing heartbeats? Myra gasped, and opened one eye at a time to near darkness after the dust settled. One of three torches remained lit in the chaos, but more miraculously was the iridescent sphere surrounding the trio, unharmed, if not but a little frazzled. Myra relieved her grasp on Hugo to touch it; a solid bubble shield.
- I can see that it was stated that werewolves are made and not born that way (which is perfect), however, there's still the missing piece of how Myra became a werewolf. There's no mention of what happened to her and who helped her to prevent death by bleeding or being fully mulled by a werewolf.STATUS: Pending - Maya, 25 July
- Also the Freehold sounds like a version of an orphanage where one person is to care for all these children of different ages, but in this case, they are all werewolves. We don't accept orphanages, but unsure about this one since it's a tad bit different but still has the same style, so I will be discussing this with the Index team.
STATUS: Approved - Maya, 5 Aug
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Character Name: Nemea Starr
School Year: First Year
Character Page: viewtopic.php?t=33484
Character Statistics:
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year: First Year
Character Page: viewtopic.php?t=33484
Character Statistics:
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Stamina: 4
Evasion: 6
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 10
Arcane Power: 6
Accuracy: 4
Character Backstory:
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Nemea is a 11 year old girl with curly, black hair, that she usually keeps out of her face using butterfly-shaped clips. She has deep, green eyes (inherited from her mother)and freckles across bridge of nose, though no one else in her family seems to have them. There are scars on her knees from tripping a lot as a clumsy child. She is assigned female at birth and identifies as a female.
Nemea is mostly quiet but friendly to anyone, unless they've done something truly awful. She is able to hold a conversation and interact with others but prefers to be left alone outside of school, as she feels it is the only place where she can really relax. Her hobbies include: reading, writing, and collecting crystals. She is passionate about defending those who are mocked/shunned by society for no logical reason. Nemea was diagnosed with autism when she was 7 but it doesn't make her any less capable. She likes to dye the tips of her hair random colors but only in the holidays as her school bans it.
Nemea was raised by a single, muggle mother (Joan Starr) and her family consists of an older brother (16) and two younger sisters (4 and 7). The family are part of the working class in society and the children all attended a typical British primary school, though her brother is now in his first year of college. Nemea is the only non-muggle in the family, currently and doesn't have contact with her father; she knows him, just doesn't care to visit or acknowledge him. She has lived a life much like other working class Muggles; one of boredom and hardship. There is only enough money for the bare necessities and they can rarely afford to go out for the day but she is grateful nonetheless. At least she has a loving mother and Nemea is aware that not everyone can say that. On the fateful day, where a Hogwarts representative first arrives at her home to tell her what she truly is, Nemea knows exactly what she wants to do. Surely, this new wizarding world will provide her with the opportunity to become someone who can provide for her family in the future. Though she couldn't say she had known that she had magic beforehand, she could admit that she had known she was different; never truly being comfortable around the other children and feeling that she was missing something. Nemea had felt as if something was deeply wrong within her, though now she knew that there was nothing wrong at all. There were others like her out there and she couldn't wait to meet them...even if it meant having to attend someone unknown school, that she had never heard of before.
Nemea is mostly quiet but friendly to anyone, unless they've done something truly awful. She is able to hold a conversation and interact with others but prefers to be left alone outside of school, as she feels it is the only place where she can really relax. Her hobbies include: reading, writing, and collecting crystals. She is passionate about defending those who are mocked/shunned by society for no logical reason. Nemea was diagnosed with autism when she was 7 but it doesn't make her any less capable. She likes to dye the tips of her hair random colors but only in the holidays as her school bans it.
Nemea was raised by a single, muggle mother (Joan Starr) and her family consists of an older brother (16) and two younger sisters (4 and 7). The family are part of the working class in society and the children all attended a typical British primary school, though her brother is now in his first year of college. Nemea is the only non-muggle in the family, currently and doesn't have contact with her father; she knows him, just doesn't care to visit or acknowledge him. She has lived a life much like other working class Muggles; one of boredom and hardship. There is only enough money for the bare necessities and they can rarely afford to go out for the day but she is grateful nonetheless. At least she has a loving mother and Nemea is aware that not everyone can say that. On the fateful day, where a Hogwarts representative first arrives at her home to tell her what she truly is, Nemea knows exactly what she wants to do. Surely, this new wizarding world will provide her with the opportunity to become someone who can provide for her family in the future. Though she couldn't say she had known that she had magic beforehand, she could admit that she had known she was different; never truly being comfortable around the other children and feeling that she was missing something. Nemea had felt as if something was deeply wrong within her, though now she knew that there was nothing wrong at all. There were others like her out there and she couldn't wait to meet them...even if it meant having to attend someone unknown school, that she had never heard of before.
First Instance of Magic:
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Nemea's first instance of magic was when she was 8 years old. She had been reading, like she normally was, and her baby sister (only 1 at the time) was asleep next to her in a cot. Nemea was so deeply ingrained in the story she had been reading, her heart practically burst out of her chest when her sister awoke, wailing. Within seconds, she had managed to turn the entire room pink. Needless to say, when her mother ran in 30 seconds later, she was absolutely puzzled and terrified; nobody in the family knew of the existence of magic.
STATUS: Approved, Emma Wynn, July 26, 2024
Last edited by Nemea Starr on 21 Jul 2024, 22:45, edited 3 times in total.
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Character name: Alyss Gilmour
School Year or Adult Level: First year
Link to the character page: Link!
Character Special Race/Talent: None!
Character Statistics: sta 6 • eva 6 • str 2 • wis 7 • arc 7 • acc 7
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year or Adult Level: First year
Link to the character page: Link!
Character Special Race/Talent: None!
Character Statistics: sta 6 • eva 6 • str 2 • wis 7 • arc 7 • acc 7
Character Backstory:
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Born to muggleborn mother Francesca Gilmour (née O’Tyre) and wizardborn father Alastair Gilmour, Alyss was always surrounded by a loving family.
Francesca and Alastair met in Hogwarts and had the love story many talk about. Both were broom racers for fun, and were on the team together. Their relationship blossomed from there, graduating Hogwarts within a year of each other, with Francesca job searching first.
With her passion for journalism, Francesca was able to secure herself a stable job as an editor. Alastair soon followed and got a job as an assistant in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Although it took time to save up enough, the two got married in a small ceremony with just immediate family and close friends present.
Two years later, Alyss was born. She came into the world on February 8th, 2013. She was always happy, with parents that tried their best to spend as much time with her as they could, going on outings during days off, taking her to their works when they were allowed. They also hired a tutor for when she reached the age to be homeschooled, but they could only afford the tutor for 3 days a week.
What her parents lacked in money they made up for in love. On the days they couldn’t be there personally nor the tutor, she was dropped off with her maternal grandparents. Although they were muggles, they always accepted Alyss into their home and took care of her. After her FIOM, neither of them batted an eye at Francesca and Alastair’s explanation of the event and continued spending time with their granddaughter.
Alyss soon developed her own interests and hobbies. She became especially attached to animals and plants, but animals more so than plants. She would often try to feed the smaller critters, such as squirrels and rabbits.
At one point, for two years in a row, Alyss really wanted one animal: a Jackalope. For two Christmas’s and birthdays when she was year 6 and 7, that’s all she asked for. Soon, her parents grew tired of explaining to her the fact that the species was native to the other side of the world, and instead took her to the magizoo. Once they showed her a Jackalope, she was delighted, spinning around and laughing with glee when telling others about her experience.
Although Alyss was a half-blood, she did not have much connection to the muggle world. No muggle friends, or even acquaintances. She had a few friends that were wizardborn, one who unfortunately turned out to be a squib, and another of whom went to Hogwarts with Alyss, though they had a falling out beforehand and have yet to reconcile.
Once Alyss got the Hogwarts letter, she had her parents and grandparents alike helping her prepare and hyping her up. Both her mom and dad took a day off of work to go shopping for the supplies needed and to go to the Magizoo for a fun day out.
This reminded Alyss of the day with the Jackalope, and it felt like a full circle moment. Even more so when she heard that her wand had a Jackalope antler core. She then went off to Hogwarts happy, and under threats to write at least once a week.
Francesca and Alastair met in Hogwarts and had the love story many talk about. Both were broom racers for fun, and were on the team together. Their relationship blossomed from there, graduating Hogwarts within a year of each other, with Francesca job searching first.
With her passion for journalism, Francesca was able to secure herself a stable job as an editor. Alastair soon followed and got a job as an assistant in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Although it took time to save up enough, the two got married in a small ceremony with just immediate family and close friends present.
Two years later, Alyss was born. She came into the world on February 8th, 2013. She was always happy, with parents that tried their best to spend as much time with her as they could, going on outings during days off, taking her to their works when they were allowed. They also hired a tutor for when she reached the age to be homeschooled, but they could only afford the tutor for 3 days a week.
What her parents lacked in money they made up for in love. On the days they couldn’t be there personally nor the tutor, she was dropped off with her maternal grandparents. Although they were muggles, they always accepted Alyss into their home and took care of her. After her FIOM, neither of them batted an eye at Francesca and Alastair’s explanation of the event and continued spending time with their granddaughter.
Alyss soon developed her own interests and hobbies. She became especially attached to animals and plants, but animals more so than plants. She would often try to feed the smaller critters, such as squirrels and rabbits.
At one point, for two years in a row, Alyss really wanted one animal: a Jackalope. For two Christmas’s and birthdays when she was year 6 and 7, that’s all she asked for. Soon, her parents grew tired of explaining to her the fact that the species was native to the other side of the world, and instead took her to the magizoo. Once they showed her a Jackalope, she was delighted, spinning around and laughing with glee when telling others about her experience.
Although Alyss was a half-blood, she did not have much connection to the muggle world. No muggle friends, or even acquaintances. She had a few friends that were wizardborn, one who unfortunately turned out to be a squib, and another of whom went to Hogwarts with Alyss, though they had a falling out beforehand and have yet to reconcile.
Once Alyss got the Hogwarts letter, she had her parents and grandparents alike helping her prepare and hyping her up. Both her mom and dad took a day off of work to go shopping for the supplies needed and to go to the Magizoo for a fun day out.
This reminded Alyss of the day with the Jackalope, and it felt like a full circle moment. Even more so when she heard that her wand had a Jackalope antler core. She then went off to Hogwarts happy, and under threats to write at least once a week.
First Instance of Magic:
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At roughly 4 years old, Alyss had her first instance of magic. She was giggling as she was trying to play freeze dance with her parents. She was so happy and carefree at the moment that bubbles started to fill the room. Once they appeared, she was overjoyed at the sudden appearance of these bubbles and abandoned any idea of playing freeze dance properly and instead started jumping around the room to pop the bubbles, though she couldn’t reach the ones closer to the ceiling. Alyss’s parents were delighted, and picked her up to assist in the popping of the harder to reach bubbles.
STATUS: Approved, Emma Wynn, July 26, 2024
Last edited by Alyss Gilmour on 23 Jul 2024, 16:22, edited 2 times in total.
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Character name: Ari Morozov
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Link to the character page: Eternal Sunshine
Character Special Race/Talent: None
Character Statistics: STA 7|EVA 6|STR 3|WIS 7|ARC 6| ACC 6
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Link to the character page: Eternal Sunshine
Character Special Race/Talent: None
Character Statistics: STA 7|EVA 6|STR 3|WIS 7|ARC 6| ACC 6
Character Backstory:
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Ari Morozov was born to Zakharik and Kiera Morozov (Née Ewonè) on the rather warm day of 2013's August 13th. Both of his parents were successful figures within the wizarding and muggle worlds respectively, prioritizing aspects such as efficiency and order within their workplaces. However, due to this, Ari grew up in a rather perfectionistic environment, and has always felt pressured to be among the best. One example of is the fact that through his primary and secondary school years, he had always been among the top of his class, exceeding the expectations of his teachers, knowing that it what was expected of him.
As his character developed, his uncle, Gabriel Ewoné, manage to nurture an interest in music, specifiically in singing and playing the Ukulele. Within music, Ari had found solace the pressures of his outside life. As Gabriel's teachings continued, it had been discovered that Ari had a voice the only a prodigy could possess, a symbol towards the solace he found within music. Evetually, his uncle had gifted Ari his own ukulele, and, after years of practice, it had become an extention of his being.
At one point, during his tenth year of life, Ari's parents had simultaneous buisness leaves, leaving him in the care of his uncle. As a result, coupled with his absence of siblings, he experienced feelings of isolation. Eventually this had started to distract him from his school work, resulting in the lowering of his grades. However, when his ukelele was unaccessable, he had been introduced to the concept of woodworking. Unlike his musical prowess, his woodworking skills at the time were rather questionable, yet the outlet of creativity allowed for a new coping mechanism.
As his character developed, his uncle, Gabriel Ewoné, manage to nurture an interest in music, specifiically in singing and playing the Ukulele. Within music, Ari had found solace the pressures of his outside life. As Gabriel's teachings continued, it had been discovered that Ari had a voice the only a prodigy could possess, a symbol towards the solace he found within music. Evetually, his uncle had gifted Ari his own ukulele, and, after years of practice, it had become an extention of his being.
At one point, during his tenth year of life, Ari's parents had simultaneous buisness leaves, leaving him in the care of his uncle. As a result, coupled with his absence of siblings, he experienced feelings of isolation. Eventually this had started to distract him from his school work, resulting in the lowering of his grades. However, when his ukelele was unaccessable, he had been introduced to the concept of woodworking. Unlike his musical prowess, his woodworking skills at the time were rather questionable, yet the outlet of creativity allowed for a new coping mechanism.
First Instance of Magic:
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Before long, Ari had developed a strong passion for the ukulele and the music that was gifted to him every few weeks, which had resulted in him playing for at least 3 hours each day.
While in the middle of playing one of his favorite song, Ari had to leave with his parents when, despite his letting go of the ukulele a few seconds prior, the rhythm of the instrument continued to accompany his singing for the next few minutes as he continued to get ready. Ari, somehow, seemed to not notice the magical feat. until his father pointed it out to him.
While in the middle of playing one of his favorite song, Ari had to leave with his parents when, despite his letting go of the ukulele a few seconds prior, the rhythm of the instrument continued to accompany his singing for the next few minutes as he continued to get ready. Ari, somehow, seemed to not notice the magical feat. until his father pointed it out to him.
STATUS: Approved, Meenauh, 27.07.2024
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Name: Effy Brown
Year: First year at Hogwarts
House : Ravenclaw
Link to charector page: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=33477
First instance of Magic:
Year: First year at Hogwarts
House : Ravenclaw
Link to charector page: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=33477
Charector Backstory:Charector Statistics
Stamina: 4/10, Evasion: 7/10, Strength: 5/10, Wisdom: 6/10, Arcane Power: 6/10, Accuracy: 7/10
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Effy was born to Finnian Brown and Elizabeth Brown. Finnian Brown works in the Ministry of Magic, in the department of Mysteries. Finnian has barely any time to spend with his daughter, although he is very fond of her. Finnian is a tall man of 6'2 with pale blue eyes and few brown hair left, all most all his hair has turned shades of grey due to stress and sorrow. Finnian often visits the tomb of his wife in secret, mourning for hours sitting by it.
Effy's mother Elizabeth Brown died while during the birth of Effy's. She had always wanted to be a mother, she was very excited for Effy to be born, she had even decided her daughter's name before she was born. Elizabeth combined her's and her husband's name to a four letter name, "Effy".
But to everyone's regret, Elizabeth died while giving birth to Effy.
Effy grew in a little villa, with a huge lawn infront of it. She lived with her father and uncle Titalus in the villa like house, situated at the end of the city where the church was situated. The place did not have too many houses, only a few families lived nearby.
Effy had lived most of her life playing and living with her beloved uncle Titalus, who has also felt in love with her deeply.
Titalus is much younger than Finnian, Titalus was only 12 when Effy was born while Finnian aged 23.
Titalus also works in the Ministry of Magic in the department of Law Enforcement and Order.
For to look after Effy there lives a house elf with the Browns named Pluto. Pluto is very dear to Effy. Effy adores Pluto and to Pluto Effy is his everything. He will go to any extent to protect Effy and make her smile.
Effy has grown to be quite and calm, most of the time it's hard to make her talk but at times Effy looses control over her emotions and ends up being hysteric. Effy is having a strong personality, it's hard to make her do anything which she doesn't want to do. She's stubborn and get's enraged easily when it comes of doing something which she opposes to do. The only person she listens to even when she is not totally willing to do a thing is her uncle Titalus.
Effy is often misunderstood and ignored for some reason which she never understood. She tries her best to be a nice person but no one ever appreciates her, which breaks her heart. But uncle Titalus is the one person, who appreciates Effy for everything she is or whatever thing she does.
Effy loves spending time with her uncle and Pluto the house elf.
Effy's mother Elizabeth Brown died while during the birth of Effy's. She had always wanted to be a mother, she was very excited for Effy to be born, she had even decided her daughter's name before she was born. Elizabeth combined her's and her husband's name to a four letter name, "Effy".
But to everyone's regret, Elizabeth died while giving birth to Effy.
Effy grew in a little villa, with a huge lawn infront of it. She lived with her father and uncle Titalus in the villa like house, situated at the end of the city where the church was situated. The place did not have too many houses, only a few families lived nearby.
Effy had lived most of her life playing and living with her beloved uncle Titalus, who has also felt in love with her deeply.
Titalus is much younger than Finnian, Titalus was only 12 when Effy was born while Finnian aged 23.
Titalus also works in the Ministry of Magic in the department of Law Enforcement and Order.
For to look after Effy there lives a house elf with the Browns named Pluto. Pluto is very dear to Effy. Effy adores Pluto and to Pluto Effy is his everything. He will go to any extent to protect Effy and make her smile.
Effy has grown to be quite and calm, most of the time it's hard to make her talk but at times Effy looses control over her emotions and ends up being hysteric. Effy is having a strong personality, it's hard to make her do anything which she doesn't want to do. She's stubborn and get's enraged easily when it comes of doing something which she opposes to do. The only person she listens to even when she is not totally willing to do a thing is her uncle Titalus.
Effy is often misunderstood and ignored for some reason which she never understood. She tries her best to be a nice person but no one ever appreciates her, which breaks her heart. But uncle Titalus is the one person, who appreciates Effy for everything she is or whatever thing she does.
Effy loves spending time with her uncle and Pluto the house elf.
First instance of Magic:
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Once at the age of 7 when Effy was playing frisbee with her uncle Titalus in the evening it was seen that she accidentally levitated the wooden frisbee high in the air for almost eight seconds. Most probably it happened due to she had got excited while playing and when it was her turn to throw it towards uncle Titalus she threw it, but instead of going straight to uncle Titalus the frisbee levitated midway in the air. To Effy it was a bit weird and she waited for it to fall but to Titalus this was nothing unusual, Titalus let Effy know that. He said to Effy, "hey, kiddo, don't you worry about that! It was to happen someday or the other.."
Though Effy didn't feel worried about the thing, but she nodded at uncle Titalus's word and in someway it had actually comforted her. She trusted uncle Titalus more than anything.
And latterwards Titalus let know Finnian about the evining's happening and the two of them knew the day had to come. They told Effy about that when she'll turn eleven she'd have to go to Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and wizardy like all other witches and wizards. Effy asked her father and uncle about what houses they were in and she got to know that her father was a Slytherin and her mother was a Hufflepuff, while her uncle was a Ravenclaw. She was excited ever since then to join Hogwarts and start the first big step of her magical journey.
Though Effy didn't feel worried about the thing, but she nodded at uncle Titalus's word and in someway it had actually comforted her. She trusted uncle Titalus more than anything.
And latterwards Titalus let know Finnian about the evining's happening and the two of them knew the day had to come. They told Effy about that when she'll turn eleven she'd have to go to Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and wizardy like all other witches and wizards. Effy asked her father and uncle about what houses they were in and she got to know that her father was a Slytherin and her mother was a Hufflepuff, while her uncle was a Ravenclaw. She was excited ever since then to join Hogwarts and start the first big step of her magical journey.
STATUS: Pending, Meenauh, 27.07.2024
By our lore, wizards are able to prevent (or save) from any/most muggle causes of death. Being a pureblood means that your parents grew up in the magical world, so most probably dying in birth is not something that couldn't have been prevented. This part has to be edited.
Cancelled Lear
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Character name: Danial Brinton
School Year or Adult Level: Year 1
Link to the character page: Right Here!
Character Statistics:
Character Background:
First Instance of Magic:
Danial Brinton
School Year or Adult Level: Year 1
Link to the character page: Right Here!
Character Statistics:
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Stamina = 6
Evasion = 5
Strength= 6
Wisdom= 5
Arcane Power= 9
Accuracy = 4
Evasion = 5
Strength= 6
Wisdom= 5
Arcane Power= 9
Accuracy = 4
Character Background:
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He grew up with only his mom, since his father died from having the killing curse put on him in order to protect Danial from being a lab pet. His mom was a witch author, who always had a project, but she always tried to take as much care to him as possible and tries to make long lasting memories. She always works really late, and may have insomnia. They are in a tight spot on money, living in a small apartment in Paisley, Scotland pating a rent just enough for them to still have dinner on the table almost all nights. He had grandparents. They always came along once a month to give hugs, have dinner and most importantly, gave out her homemade cookies! Grandma’s homemade cookies always tasted the best. And she didn’t use magic to make it for her, she used her hands to stir, mix, beat, and all the other movements she needed to make the most delicious chocolate chip cookies in the world. When she died, she left my mom the recipe. Mom always tried to make the cookies, but they were never the same. Grandma died from old age when I was 10. It still feels like she’s here, in my soul, in my heart. I put up a photo of her next to my bed at Hogwarts, with a clay model of a batch of her chocolate chip cookies.
First Instance of Magic:
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He was six, and his mom had invited her parents for Christmas dinner, so with dinner she also bought a cake. Danial came out of his room to check on if his mom was finished with dinner, and if his grandparents were almost here. The grandparents suddenly floo-flamed into their apartment and he got an instant shock, and he accidentally used magic and dropped the cake onto the floor.
STATUS: Pending, Meenauh, 27.07.2024
For the first year without a special race, your total stats should sum up to 35, while yours are 30. Please, distribute 5 more points.
Also, you mentioned a lab pet and father dying from killing curse — could you please provide more information? Was this some kind of a dark wizard encounter or anything?
STATUS: Pending, Sereia, Sep 6
Thank you for amending you stats. We still need an explanation for the lab pet and killing curse.
Closed - No edit in over 30 days.
Last edited by Danial Brinton on 28 Jul 2024, 16:11, edited 1 time in total.
Danial Brinton
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Character name: Abbey Thompson
School Year: 1st Year
Link to the character page: //viewtopic.php?t=32886
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 9/10, Evasion: 7/10, Strength: 3/10, Wisdom: 5/10, Arcane Power: 6/10, Accuracy: 5/10
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year: 1st Year
Link to the character page: //viewtopic.php?t=32886
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 9/10, Evasion: 7/10, Strength: 3/10, Wisdom: 5/10, Arcane Power: 6/10, Accuracy: 5/10
Character Backstory:
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She grew up in Liverpool and has been living there her whole life. She lives with her 6 siblings and her muggle mom, who is a dentist and her wizard dad who is a painter. Her 6 siblings are named Olive, Emmet, Julian, Oscar, George and Cynthia. They all live together In a middle sized house with a quit big garden. The house is placed a little outside central Liverpool and they live in a big neighbourhood. Her family is pretty normal, just obviously a bit bigger than other families. The family has two dogs too. One brown chubby Labrador and one small old pug. The pug’s name is Rocky and the Labrador’s name is Bear. Abbey’s aunts, uncles and grandparents on her mother’s side all live in north England, and that’s why they live in Liverpool.
Abbey has been going to a normal English muggle school in Liverpool until now and she doesn’t have a lot of magic skills or knowledge about magic. She has been learning a bit from her dad, but not a lot since her parents wanted their family to fit in with the muggles. She knows the houses at Hogwarts and the story of the school. She also knows the names of some charm spells like Nox and Lumos, but she has never casted any of the spells. When Steven (Abbey’s dad) married Jane (Abbey’s mom) they decided to pretend Steven was a muggle just like Jane. When their first born Julian (Abbey’s older brother) got his letter to attend Hogwarts they let him do it, but still wanted to live in the muggle world and pretend to be “normal” muggles. It is a “tradition” in the Thompson family that when you turn 11 you are allowed to learn about Hogwarts and the magical world. You are allowed to attend Hogwarts. It isn’t like illegal or bad to learn spells or talk about magic before you turn 11. It is just not something Abbey’s parents want them to go around talking about because it isn’t something the muggles know what is. They didn’t want to be the “weird family” in Liverpool or their neighbourhood. The best solution might sound like moving to the magical world, but no. Jane didn’t want to leave her family (muggle family) so moving to the magical world wasn’t an option.
Abbey has been going to a normal English muggle school in Liverpool until now and she doesn’t have a lot of magic skills or knowledge about magic. She has been learning a bit from her dad, but not a lot since her parents wanted their family to fit in with the muggles. She knows the houses at Hogwarts and the story of the school. She also knows the names of some charm spells like Nox and Lumos, but she has never casted any of the spells. When Steven (Abbey’s dad) married Jane (Abbey’s mom) they decided to pretend Steven was a muggle just like Jane. When their first born Julian (Abbey’s older brother) got his letter to attend Hogwarts they let him do it, but still wanted to live in the muggle world and pretend to be “normal” muggles. It is a “tradition” in the Thompson family that when you turn 11 you are allowed to learn about Hogwarts and the magical world. You are allowed to attend Hogwarts. It isn’t like illegal or bad to learn spells or talk about magic before you turn 11. It is just not something Abbey’s parents want them to go around talking about because it isn’t something the muggles know what is. They didn’t want to be the “weird family” in Liverpool or their neighbourhood. The best solution might sound like moving to the magical world, but no. Jane didn’t want to leave her family (muggle family) so moving to the magical world wasn’t an option.
First Instance of Magic:
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Abbeys first accident with magic was when she was 8 and accidentally made the tv smash into pieces when she was mad at on of her little brothers for stealing on of her sketchbooks.
STATUS: Approved, Meenauh, 30.07.2024
Lissa Dashkov
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Character name (First and last name): Lissa Dashkov
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing?
Link to the character page: Clicky
Character Statistics:
ReducioCharacter Special Race/Talent:Stamina: 7
Evasion: 7
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 5
ArcPower: 7
Accuracy: 5
Character Backstory:
ReducioVasilissa Dashkov was born in Manchester on October 12, 2012. It was a sunny day, a rare occurrence in England. When she was a child, in spring she loved to go pick flowers in a valley near the city. Her parents, Dmitriy and Tasya, are humble and hardworking people. Her mother is an excellent wizard trained in Koldovstoretz and her father is a Muggle who worked as a school teacher but when they moved to England, when his children were not yet born, he decided to open a bakery that now makes delicious baked goods. So, Lissa's parents are Russian but she and her siblings were born and raised in Manchester although they speak Russian and on holidays they always go to visit their family.
Lissa is the youngest of four siblings, the eldest, Alexei, has already graduated from Hogwarts. Erik is in his seventh year at Hogwarts and Tatiana is also in her fourth year.
Although she was the youngest, Lissa never backed down from standing up to her siblings. When she felt something was unfair, she fought until they were all convinced.
Both in Russia and in Ireland, before going to Hogwarts, she studied at a Muggle school. Her parents believe that even though she is a wizard, she should be able to relate to Muggles and know things about their world. Apart from the fact that her father is a Muggle, of course.
However, at home she heard spells and as a child she watched with curiosity the drawings in her mother's books and as soon as she learned to read, she read each and every one of them.
The move was a big change, and shortly after she had her first instance of accidental magic, they moved to Ireland so that their two daughters could study at Hogwarts. They felt that they would rather have their daughters learn there than at any other school.
She made some good friends in Manchester probably the one Elena likes the most. They had a great time together, and when she received her Hogwarts letter, Lissa had to tell her that she was going to boarding school.
It hurt her very much to lie her but she had to, her friend was a Muggle, she couldn't know of the existence of Hogwarts. She promised her that she would write to her and they would see each other during the holidays, although Lissa knew that it was unlikely that their friendship would ever return to what it had been before, since most of the time she wasn't at magic school would be spent in Russia with her family and she would practically never go to England.
When Liss received the letter from Hogwarts, she was very happy. Her parents had left her beloved Russia to be able to study there and she was going to make the most of her stay. She remembered with nostalgia her first magic act.
It was in a museum. She was 6 years old and visiting with her parents and her 9-year-old sister.
After a while, Tatiana and Lissa got bored and started playing with a small ball. Unfortunately, they collided with a white vase with blue reliefs. It fell to the ground in pieces. The two sisters turned pale, this time they were going to get it.
Lissa walked over to the vase and picked up the pieces from the floor, she tried to put them together and to her surprise the pieces fit and soon the vase was back together, as if nothing had happened.
Back home, Tatiana and Lissa explained what had happened to their parents. They said that it had been her first act of accidental magic. But unfortunately they did not escape punishment for breaking it.
First Instance of Magic:
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It was in a museum. She was 6 years old and visiting with her parents and her sister.
After a while, Becca and Sofia got bored and started playing with a small ball. Unfortunately, they collided with a white vase with blue reliefs. It fell to the ground in pieces. The two sisters turned pale, this time they were going to get it.
Sofia walked over to the vase and picked up the pieces from the floor, she tried to put them together and to her surprise the pieces fit and soon the vase was back together, as if nothing had happened.
Back home, Becca and Sofia explained what had happened to their parents. They said that it had been her first act of accidental magic. But unfortunately they did not escape punishment for breaking it...
Lear Edit:
1. Name Change has been rejected. We cannot allow the surname Riddle. This is a surname that the site will not even allow the creation of. We have some legacy accounts with surnames that match up to (but they are not related to) canon characters. However, we have not allowed certain surnames (like Dumbledore, LeStrange, Malfoy and Riddle) in years.
2. You are allowed to apply for a special race up to 30 days after validation with your initial Indexing. So if would need to be in this post because you are picking your stats. Your validation date was 22 Jul 2024, 11:24.
3. To clarify because it is very confusing with 2 applications in here, no longer going with Russian? Cool. Just remember to be certain because this is your last chance to make changes like that because once you start to roleplay, your bio and profile card are considered to be sources of truth even if certain facets are not mentioned in your post because they would be considered a part of the character and image you impart on other players and their responses are based on that.
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Index Registration
Name: Lucretcia Voll
School year: First
Link to character page: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=33548
Character Stats:
Stamina: 4
Evasion: 5
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 7
Accuracy: 5
Character Special Race/Talent: Dhampir
*Application*
Background: Her parents, Vincent Voll and Lilliana Voll, went to different magical schools. Him Hogwarts and her Beauxbatons. Despite this a chance meeting put them together and her love for occult things and dark beauty drew her to Vincent and the pair of them had Lucretcia. Her life growing up was not without love, but it was without warmth from her father which pushed Lucretcia into leaning more into things that she thought would get attention from him be it good or bad. Like her mother she developed a love for Art and soon became fascinated with the macabre and all things dark or ugly. She got good grades in school, when she applied herself but never had friends really as she scared most of them off or just avoided even attempting all together. after getting her letter Lilliana began training and studying with Lucretcia to try and prepare her for school to the best of her abilities, trying to get the young girl excited about any aspect of the adventure ahead of her but for the most part Lucretcia just saw it as being forced out of the one place she belonged and felt seen and accepted, atleast by her mother if nothing else. Her father gave a few idle words of encouragement and a warning not to squander the opportunity before going back to his study which had Lucretcia debating getting expelled just to get a reaction from him, though she didnt want to do that to her mother. If nothing else, maybe this school of magic had atleast one person there who could see and accept her...at the very least that would be the thought that gave her the motivation to go.
First Instance of Magic: When she was 7 years old Lucretcia was in her room with all of her art and she had just finished her first oil painting that she did entirely on her own. She knew her mother would approve of it so she wanted to show her father to see his reaction. When she finally managed to pester him enough to pull him from his work and into the art room he gave a bored hum before pointing out a flaw but said it was fine and left.
Angry and sad Lucretcia was an emotional mess and started to cry in her little art room. As she was sobbing she reached to grab her little painting so she could throw it across the room but she stopped, a confused look on her face as the small canvas wasnt there anymore. She looked around and saw that it had lifted into the air and was floating like a balloon just out of reach. She reached for it tentatively but pulled her hand back, worried if she touched it the moment would end. It was then the door opened and her mother came in to see what the noise was about and she froze in her tracks seeing the canvas floating in the air. As soon as Lucretcia looked at her the moment ended and the small canvas fell to the floor, the wood frame clattering to break the silence.
Her mother swooped her up in a big hug, excited about the display of magic and began to gush about how proud she was. Lucretcia returned the hug but looked over her mothers shoulder at the painting laying on the floor and frowned some, wishing her first display of magic was tied to a happier memory.
School year: First
Link to character page: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=33548
Character Stats:
Stamina: 4
Evasion: 5
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 7
Accuracy: 5
Character Special Race/Talent: Dhampir
*Application*
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Lucretcia's parent's Didn't know at first there was anything wrong with her. While her Mother knew her Father's Secret, That he was a Dhampir there was so little research or study done on them, or Vampires for that matter that they has no way of knowing exactly how Lucretcia would turn out. There was the first clue with how Deathly pale she was, despite the warmer skin tone of her mother but instead of Red or Grey eyes they were an Icy blue so her parent's thought she was safe.
the next moment of worry came while she was teething since her Canine's kept not coming in, but they held onto hope that maybe they were just taking their time and the next tooth that came out would be a canine. With each new tooth they told themselves that again and again.
Their fears were proven true unfortunately one day when her mother was working in the Garden and had Lucretcia out with her. She whined and complained for awhile until finally she was able to sit in the shade and then her mood seemed to improve. Not thinking about that much her mother got to work, digging up weeds and working the soil with a hand spade. While dealing with a particularly tough root the spade slipped and she cut her palm open, causing blood to leak free. She picked up Lucretcia to bring her inside and either because she was hungry or it was her first time seeing blood she stared at the cut and in a sudden jerk her fangs lowered from her gums and she lunged forward in an attempt to grab her hand and drink the blood.
Thankfully, other than a scare they managed to avoid any injuries but now the family knew for sure that just like her Father Lucretcia was also a Dhamphir. This is what started her father to begin to be cold and distant to his daughter, his hatred for the Vampire that caused him to be something less than human was being transplanted onto his daughter that was a reflection of himself. He began to sink into research and study more and more trying to find a better way to understand his, and now his daughter's condition in hopes of finding ways to better control, and maybe if a miracle were to happen find a way to remove this dark cloud from their blood line and either cure them both or at the very least devise a way to make sure it wasnt passed on to any children Lucretcia may have.
As she grew older Lucretcia was acutely aware of how her father saw her, a monster. A freak. Something to feared and undone. This caused her social skills to suffer some, aided by the way she unsettled or off put the kids her mother tried to get her to socialize with. After all, the girl as pale as a corpse with a fascination with blood, macabre and uncomfortable things tended to make everyone around her uncomfortable.
Despite this Lucretcia did not hate herself or what she was. Instead she was proud of being a freak, of being monster and she grew to love the bizarre the outcast and broken things. She saw beauty in dead, dark, uncomfortable places and longed to find people who could see what she saw in the places most people avoided or were frightened or disgusted by.
the next moment of worry came while she was teething since her Canine's kept not coming in, but they held onto hope that maybe they were just taking their time and the next tooth that came out would be a canine. With each new tooth they told themselves that again and again.
Their fears were proven true unfortunately one day when her mother was working in the Garden and had Lucretcia out with her. She whined and complained for awhile until finally she was able to sit in the shade and then her mood seemed to improve. Not thinking about that much her mother got to work, digging up weeds and working the soil with a hand spade. While dealing with a particularly tough root the spade slipped and she cut her palm open, causing blood to leak free. She picked up Lucretcia to bring her inside and either because she was hungry or it was her first time seeing blood she stared at the cut and in a sudden jerk her fangs lowered from her gums and she lunged forward in an attempt to grab her hand and drink the blood.
Thankfully, other than a scare they managed to avoid any injuries but now the family knew for sure that just like her Father Lucretcia was also a Dhamphir. This is what started her father to begin to be cold and distant to his daughter, his hatred for the Vampire that caused him to be something less than human was being transplanted onto his daughter that was a reflection of himself. He began to sink into research and study more and more trying to find a better way to understand his, and now his daughter's condition in hopes of finding ways to better control, and maybe if a miracle were to happen find a way to remove this dark cloud from their blood line and either cure them both or at the very least devise a way to make sure it wasnt passed on to any children Lucretcia may have.
As she grew older Lucretcia was acutely aware of how her father saw her, a monster. A freak. Something to feared and undone. This caused her social skills to suffer some, aided by the way she unsettled or off put the kids her mother tried to get her to socialize with. After all, the girl as pale as a corpse with a fascination with blood, macabre and uncomfortable things tended to make everyone around her uncomfortable.
Despite this Lucretcia did not hate herself or what she was. Instead she was proud of being a freak, of being monster and she grew to love the bizarre the outcast and broken things. She saw beauty in dead, dark, uncomfortable places and longed to find people who could see what she saw in the places most people avoided or were frightened or disgusted by.
Background: Her parents, Vincent Voll and Lilliana Voll, went to different magical schools. Him Hogwarts and her Beauxbatons. Despite this a chance meeting put them together and her love for occult things and dark beauty drew her to Vincent and the pair of them had Lucretcia. Her life growing up was not without love, but it was without warmth from her father which pushed Lucretcia into leaning more into things that she thought would get attention from him be it good or bad. Like her mother she developed a love for Art and soon became fascinated with the macabre and all things dark or ugly. She got good grades in school, when she applied herself but never had friends really as she scared most of them off or just avoided even attempting all together. after getting her letter Lilliana began training and studying with Lucretcia to try and prepare her for school to the best of her abilities, trying to get the young girl excited about any aspect of the adventure ahead of her but for the most part Lucretcia just saw it as being forced out of the one place she belonged and felt seen and accepted, atleast by her mother if nothing else. Her father gave a few idle words of encouragement and a warning not to squander the opportunity before going back to his study which had Lucretcia debating getting expelled just to get a reaction from him, though she didnt want to do that to her mother. If nothing else, maybe this school of magic had atleast one person there who could see and accept her...at the very least that would be the thought that gave her the motivation to go.
First Instance of Magic: When she was 7 years old Lucretcia was in her room with all of her art and she had just finished her first oil painting that she did entirely on her own. She knew her mother would approve of it so she wanted to show her father to see his reaction. When she finally managed to pester him enough to pull him from his work and into the art room he gave a bored hum before pointing out a flaw but said it was fine and left.
Angry and sad Lucretcia was an emotional mess and started to cry in her little art room. As she was sobbing she reached to grab her little painting so she could throw it across the room but she stopped, a confused look on her face as the small canvas wasnt there anymore. She looked around and saw that it had lifted into the air and was floating like a balloon just out of reach. She reached for it tentatively but pulled her hand back, worried if she touched it the moment would end. It was then the door opened and her mother came in to see what the noise was about and she froze in her tracks seeing the canvas floating in the air. As soon as Lucretcia looked at her the moment ended and the small canvas fell to the floor, the wood frame clattering to break the silence.
Her mother swooped her up in a big hug, excited about the display of magic and began to gush about how proud she was. Lucretcia returned the hug but looked over her mothers shoulder at the painting laying on the floor and frowned some, wishing her first display of magic was tied to a happier memory.
STATUS: Approved, Meenauh, 30.07.2024