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2nd Year Ability: Fearless | 485/400
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2nd Year Ability: Fearless | 485/400
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“What exactly is a fearless person?”
A question that Oziel had been wondering ever since someone had told him of how bold and courageous he was. He was one of those who would stand up against bullies even if he was disadvantaged, even if they were his seniors. Stupid, as what he would be told whenever he found himself losing, beaten up even but to those whom he saved from them, he was their fearless hero. But what exactly is a fearless person?
He was not a boy without fear. In fact, he was just as scared as those who were being picked on. He was just as afraid of getting hurt just as they were that even his legs were trembling and threatening to give up on him the moment he stood face to face with bullies bigger than him. During flying class, he needed to clench his fists so hard to stop them from shaking. Darkness scared him, not knowing what lurks within the shadows, of what could hurt him or his friend, of what could kill them. Isn't the meaning of being fearless not being afraid of anything? Oziel had things to fear so why?
“Perhaps it's because you kept making reckless decisions?” His friend, Cecilia, told him when he asked why she would say he was fearless. Oziel simply rolled his eyes upon hearing it for he knew she was joking. Proves to be true when his friend started laughing.
“I’m being serious.” Oziel said back, giving his friend a nudge using his elbow, earning him a chuckle.
“Since when did you start taking things seriously?” Then another chuckle but that quickly faded as his friend took a more serious yet gentle expression. “As far as I know, a fearless person doesn't mean someone without fear.” Cecilia started which got all of Oziel's attention. When he looked up, she was smiling at him. “It's someone with enough courage to face their fears, someone like you. I don't know anyone else who would stand up for a weak person like me against bullies.”
“Yeah, you are pretty weak for a 3rd year student.” Oziel said with a snicker and this time, his friend gave him a playful nudge with a cheeky grin on her face.
“Despite the scary situation before you, you kept on facing it like a champ and with a smile on your face. I think that there is the definition of a true fearless person.” His friend continued.
That's right, that's how Oziel had always been. He was the type of person who would stand up against those who wanted to hurt him or his friend. He was the type of person who would take on flying challenges first despite being scared and fly around with a fearless smile. He was the type of person who has enough courage to light up the darkness and drive the fear away.
A question that Oziel had been wondering ever since someone had told him of how bold and courageous he was. He was one of those who would stand up against bullies even if he was disadvantaged, even if they were his seniors. Stupid, as what he would be told whenever he found himself losing, beaten up even but to those whom he saved from them, he was their fearless hero. But what exactly is a fearless person?
He was not a boy without fear. In fact, he was just as scared as those who were being picked on. He was just as afraid of getting hurt just as they were that even his legs were trembling and threatening to give up on him the moment he stood face to face with bullies bigger than him. During flying class, he needed to clench his fists so hard to stop them from shaking. Darkness scared him, not knowing what lurks within the shadows, of what could hurt him or his friend, of what could kill them. Isn't the meaning of being fearless not being afraid of anything? Oziel had things to fear so why?
“Perhaps it's because you kept making reckless decisions?” His friend, Cecilia, told him when he asked why she would say he was fearless. Oziel simply rolled his eyes upon hearing it for he knew she was joking. Proves to be true when his friend started laughing.
“I’m being serious.” Oziel said back, giving his friend a nudge using his elbow, earning him a chuckle.
“Since when did you start taking things seriously?” Then another chuckle but that quickly faded as his friend took a more serious yet gentle expression. “As far as I know, a fearless person doesn't mean someone without fear.” Cecilia started which got all of Oziel's attention. When he looked up, she was smiling at him. “It's someone with enough courage to face their fears, someone like you. I don't know anyone else who would stand up for a weak person like me against bullies.”
“Yeah, you are pretty weak for a 3rd year student.” Oziel said with a snicker and this time, his friend gave him a playful nudge with a cheeky grin on her face.
“Despite the scary situation before you, you kept on facing it like a champ and with a smile on your face. I think that there is the definition of a true fearless person.” His friend continued.
That's right, that's how Oziel had always been. He was the type of person who would stand up against those who wanted to hurt him or his friend. He was the type of person who would take on flying challenges first despite being scared and fly around with a fearless smile. He was the type of person who has enough courage to light up the darkness and drive the fear away.
3rd Year Ability: | The Martial Artist | 443/400STATUS: Approved, Ruby, May 30
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For a future Auror, it was strange that he would learn martial arts first rather than enhancing his spell casting. But Oziel had already set his mind into learning how to fight with his fists that he kind of finds useful but his friend, Cecilia, doesn’t think so. He was questioned while trying out a couple of martial arts moves on a training dummy, making him pause and turn his head towards his friend who was lazily watching him while sitting on a rock.
“Say Oz, weren’t Aurors supposed to be good at spellcasting?” She asked.
Oziel simply laughed at that question, making Cecilia raise an eyebrow at him. “But it’s kind of cool, don’t you think? I did think of it that way.” He had seen his brother perform spells, someone, like him, was pursuing the same career and sure enough, he would’ve followed his footsteps, his father’s footsteps and as a wizard, his focus should only be on his magical prowess. “But I think physical strength is just as essential for defense, in situations where your wand is out of reach. Just punching bad guys, kicking them.” He said while doing punching motions and then a kick. “Battle Wizard!” He yelled. “Combining both magic and physical strength.”
Not all the time you will find yourself with a wand. Even if you always carry it with you, who knows when it flies out of your grasps thanks to a disarming charm. His solution was to learn how to physically fight for self defense. His ideal wizard was someone that has balance between physical and magical and if learning martial arts was the way to reach this ideal, then that’s what he’ll do. Lucky for him, a senior from Castelobruxo was willing to teach him and back home, he found himself a tutor. He doesn’t know what his parents think about this, maybe just letting him do whatever he really wants and he was so grateful for that. Everyday, he made it a routine to practice what he learned from his tutor after class and during his free time. At times, he would bother the senior for a short spar just to test his own skills to see if he had retained the knowledge that he was taught.
“See? You can even grow muscles!” Oziel flashed a grin at Cecilia while flexing his arm and his non-existent muscle. The 4th year simply laughed.
“I doubt you can even lift a mooncalf with that kind of muscle.” She said jokingly.
“Watch me, maybe someday I’ll even sweep you off of your feet.” As usual, he said that with a confident smile and a laugh.
“Say Oz, weren’t Aurors supposed to be good at spellcasting?” She asked.
Oziel simply laughed at that question, making Cecilia raise an eyebrow at him. “But it’s kind of cool, don’t you think? I did think of it that way.” He had seen his brother perform spells, someone, like him, was pursuing the same career and sure enough, he would’ve followed his footsteps, his father’s footsteps and as a wizard, his focus should only be on his magical prowess. “But I think physical strength is just as essential for defense, in situations where your wand is out of reach. Just punching bad guys, kicking them.” He said while doing punching motions and then a kick. “Battle Wizard!” He yelled. “Combining both magic and physical strength.”
Not all the time you will find yourself with a wand. Even if you always carry it with you, who knows when it flies out of your grasps thanks to a disarming charm. His solution was to learn how to physically fight for self defense. His ideal wizard was someone that has balance between physical and magical and if learning martial arts was the way to reach this ideal, then that’s what he’ll do. Lucky for him, a senior from Castelobruxo was willing to teach him and back home, he found himself a tutor. He doesn’t know what his parents think about this, maybe just letting him do whatever he really wants and he was so grateful for that. Everyday, he made it a routine to practice what he learned from his tutor after class and during his free time. At times, he would bother the senior for a short spar just to test his own skills to see if he had retained the knowledge that he was taught.
“See? You can even grow muscles!” Oziel flashed a grin at Cecilia while flexing his arm and his non-existent muscle. The 4th year simply laughed.
“I doubt you can even lift a mooncalf with that kind of muscle.” She said jokingly.
“Watch me, maybe someday I’ll even sweep you off of your feet.” As usual, he said that with a confident smile and a laugh.
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, May 30
"Living my life to the fullest." | Student Account - Raizel Voltrouz
STA: 10| EVA: 15| STR: 13| WIS: 12| ARC: 5| ACC: 15
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Comprehend Languages (Gobbledegook)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Comprehend Languages (Gobbledegook)
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Ally, as an heir to an Ancient and Noble House of Lecter, was expected to learn. Most of her family has either been in Ravenclaw, or in rarer cases, Slitherin. Both of those houses value intelligence to some degree and it showed.
Both of her parents had gone to Ravenclaw and they had been Prefects together. Ally had always thought of them as the most intelligent people on Earth. Her father, a Lord with a Wizengamot seat, was fluent in three different magical languages (Gobbledegook, Mermish and Parsel) and four muggle ones besides English. Her mother similarly knew Mermish and Gobbledegook but was also fluent in Veela as well as five muggle languages.
That meant that Ally had always wanted to know as many languages as she possibly could. While the muggle ones came to her rather easy (she already knew Italian and French and was on her way to knowing Spanish) the magical ones gave her a little bit more trouble.
Her parents had tried telling her that she still had time, that she was just a child, but Ally persisted. She was often found by either her parents or the house elves on the floor of her room or the family library, in the middle of the night pouring over texts in this language or the other. She was neglecting her other hobbies or friends for that so her parents had staged an intervention.
They decided that she could learn all the languages she wanted as long as she did it one at a time. And of course went out to touch some grass every so often, but that's beside the point.
At first Ally had been angry that her parents were limiting her this way, but after raging about it to her friend she realised that they were right.
So with a heavy heart she chose the one language she will be learning. Gobbledegook. It had made the most sense as it was one of the magical languages that both of her parents were fluent in so she could get help from both of them.
And so she began. She was, once again staying up until midnight, reading books in the language trying to learn it as fast as she could so she could move on to the next one. But at least this time she had a little bit more time to spend with her friends and family.
And finally, after a few years of trying, Ally had had her first actual conversation with a Goblin in his native tongue. He had been surprised to see such a young person (a ten year old) know his language so well but it was more a pleasant surprise than anything else.
Since then Ally had only improved her knowledge and could now say with certainty that she was fluent in Gobbledegook.
Now it’s time for Mermish.
Ally, as an heir to an Ancient and Noble House of Lecter, was expected to learn. Most of her family has either been in Ravenclaw, or in rarer cases, Slitherin. Both of those houses value intelligence to some degree and it showed.
Both of her parents had gone to Ravenclaw and they had been Prefects together. Ally had always thought of them as the most intelligent people on Earth. Her father, a Lord with a Wizengamot seat, was fluent in three different magical languages (Gobbledegook, Mermish and Parsel) and four muggle ones besides English. Her mother similarly knew Mermish and Gobbledegook but was also fluent in Veela as well as five muggle languages.
That meant that Ally had always wanted to know as many languages as she possibly could. While the muggle ones came to her rather easy (she already knew Italian and French and was on her way to knowing Spanish) the magical ones gave her a little bit more trouble.
Her parents had tried telling her that she still had time, that she was just a child, but Ally persisted. She was often found by either her parents or the house elves on the floor of her room or the family library, in the middle of the night pouring over texts in this language or the other. She was neglecting her other hobbies or friends for that so her parents had staged an intervention.
They decided that she could learn all the languages she wanted as long as she did it one at a time. And of course went out to touch some grass every so often, but that's beside the point.
At first Ally had been angry that her parents were limiting her this way, but after raging about it to her friend she realised that they were right.
So with a heavy heart she chose the one language she will be learning. Gobbledegook. It had made the most sense as it was one of the magical languages that both of her parents were fluent in so she could get help from both of them.
And so she began. She was, once again staying up until midnight, reading books in the language trying to learn it as fast as she could so she could move on to the next one. But at least this time she had a little bit more time to spend with her friends and family.
And finally, after a few years of trying, Ally had had her first actual conversation with a Goblin in his native tongue. He had been surprised to see such a young person (a ten year old) know his language so well but it was more a pleasant surprise than anything else.
Since then Ally had only improved her knowledge and could now say with certainty that she was fluent in Gobbledegook.
Now it’s time for Mermish.
STATUS: Pending, Dorion Anderson, May 30th
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Approved, Octavius Baird (6/12/2025)
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Character name (First and last name): Lyssandra Navarus
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
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ReducioIf there was one thing Lyssandra was allowed to take great pride in—it is rude to brag after all—, it was the fact that House Navarus holds a grand library spilling with books on a majority of subjects. Books that Lyssandra had free reign over.
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“Another book today, Little Miss Lyssandra?” The amused voice of their Family Librarian would greet her as she is accompanied by an aide to return the previous books she borrowed.
“The last few books went on and on and by the time I realized, I had already wasted nearly an hour of my time and before I could get to the actual content, Madam Crescent.” She is met with a fond smile.
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As a Pure-blood heiress, she was allowed to learn to her heart's content. The family never shied from whatever category the spell fell into—in the end, it is all magic.
She was allowed to learn about the lightest and most harmless of charms to the most vile and most dangerous curses. Of course, she was taught better by being responsible for the spells she may learn.
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“You could always ask Young Masters Argentus and Dion about it, right?” Lyssandra shook her head and instructed the aide to submit the books on her behalf.
Madam Crescent taps her wand upon the books and gives a satisfied smile before waving her wand and letting the books return to their respective shelves.
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She is allowed to ask questions and have an adult or someone older demonstrate whatever spell—within reason—catches her fancy.
There was also the fact that she had an older brother and an eldest cousin that would give her books on spellwork and demonstrate its effects.
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“I was able to skim through the pages, Madam Crescent. I saw warnings and the like so I am sure that I would not be able to see what it looks like.” Lyssandra dismisses the aide as Madam Crescent gives her a smile.
“Another time then. Tell you what, once you enter Hogwarts, you can finally join the young masters in performing and comparing the spells you learn and begin to favor.”
Her words made Lyssandra’s eye sparkle with interest.*
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Other than that, both her brother and cousin studied under 2 different schools and therefore could talk or teach her about how each spell works in theory and in practical situations.
What a treat.
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“I'll be looking forward to that.” She offers a small curtsy and leaves the library with a skip in her step and Madame Crescent waving her goodbye.
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“So when you use that spell that way, it can serve as a multipurpose utility and allow you to—”
“Cousin Dion, you're doing it again~” Pink ears.
“Whoops! But I digress, a spell isn't always a one trick Thestral,” Brows furrowing in confusion.
“A what?”
“Too grim of a magical beast, love.” A cheek poked.
“Oh! Then… a one trick… Pegasus? Whatever! The point is, if you're creative and powerful enough, a simple charm can be as dangerous as pwoerful curse.”
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Now that she was about to embark on her journey through Hogwarts, it was another source of information she could hopefully immerse herself on.
Perhaps Hogwarts could teach her more about Spellwork and allow her to broaden her mind and open brand new possibilities on how to innovate and repurpose them.
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STATUS: Pending, Dorion Anderson, May 30th
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Approved, Octavius Baird (6/12/2025)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense (reapplying to replace retired components ability)
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense (reapplying to replace retired components ability)
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The sidelines are where Adeline has always thrived. Quietly watching, calculating, absorbing information that most would overlook. Growing up without many people to surround herself with, quiet moments of observation fueled the girl through the day-to-day monotony. Whether it was feeling the slight sting of feline eyes stalking from an alleyway (how the girl acquired her beloved childhood pet, Renfro), perfecting the art of undercover people watching, spotting the perfect shell in rushing sea foam; it's in these instances the girl felt most attuned to her nature. As Adeline has grown, this aspect of her personality has only deepened.
While her peers are engaging in casual conversation, Addie cannot help but try to decipher the deeper meanings behind their words, what causes them to speak that way, and what their body language says about them. The minute details capture Adeline's attention- ants marching in a perfectly defined row, the way that sunlight refracts through the common room windows at precisely the same time every morning, the chill that strikes her each time she walks the castle corridors after dark. It is ingrained in her to observe, to ponder, to notice every little thing- and also to spot when things are off.. This inclination to over think paired with a strong intuition often leads the girl to conclusions a beat faster than her peers.
Unfortunately, a knack for over-analyzing also has it's fair share of downfalls. Noticing the subtle darkness behind forced smiles, sensing the cold presence lingering in the corner of the room, the intense anxiety when a freshly brewed potion doesn't settle perfectly in it's vial - the consequences for seeing what others fail to are often draining on the soul. If someone is to have a sneaking suspicion about a new professor, it will most definitely be Adeline Spinks. If someone has snatched your favorite quill, she probably has a theory on exactly who did it, and why. Not much gets past her. If someone is listening in on your conversation from the other side of the wall, it is Adeline who will be the first to know it, whether it's due to her perceptiveness, or her knack for noticing when things are somehow out of the ordinary.
"Something is a bit ... off" a phrase that grows more and more common for Adeline the longer she is at Hogwarts. A natural aspect of the girl has slowly grown into a well tuned tool used to navigate her school days. While this gift can be taxing on the girl, the advantages of her heightened perception and keen intuition much outweigh the moments of unease.
While her peers are engaging in casual conversation, Addie cannot help but try to decipher the deeper meanings behind their words, what causes them to speak that way, and what their body language says about them. The minute details capture Adeline's attention- ants marching in a perfectly defined row, the way that sunlight refracts through the common room windows at precisely the same time every morning, the chill that strikes her each time she walks the castle corridors after dark. It is ingrained in her to observe, to ponder, to notice every little thing- and also to spot when things are off.. This inclination to over think paired with a strong intuition often leads the girl to conclusions a beat faster than her peers.
Unfortunately, a knack for over-analyzing also has it's fair share of downfalls. Noticing the subtle darkness behind forced smiles, sensing the cold presence lingering in the corner of the room, the intense anxiety when a freshly brewed potion doesn't settle perfectly in it's vial - the consequences for seeing what others fail to are often draining on the soul. If someone is to have a sneaking suspicion about a new professor, it will most definitely be Adeline Spinks. If someone has snatched your favorite quill, she probably has a theory on exactly who did it, and why. Not much gets past her. If someone is listening in on your conversation from the other side of the wall, it is Adeline who will be the first to know it, whether it's due to her perceptiveness, or her knack for noticing when things are somehow out of the ordinary.
"Something is a bit ... off" a phrase that grows more and more common for Adeline the longer she is at Hogwarts. A natural aspect of the girl has slowly grown into a well tuned tool used to navigate her school days. While this gift can be taxing on the girl, the advantages of her heightened perception and keen intuition much outweigh the moments of unease.
Approved - Koko, 30 May
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
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Val had always been a stunning and dashing-looking girl growing up. She had the looks and got the smile of a child model; she had won several beauty pageants and events involving looks, and her mom, dad, and grandparents also pointed this out to her. At the age of 7, many boys had already begun confessing their profound love to her in which she calmly but sternly rejected. She remembers one time a boy wouldn't stop bothering her until she accepted his feelings, but she still rejected him countless times.
Although Val had dashing looks, it came with its ups and downs in many scenarios. The girls of her neighborhood would judge her as an attention-seeking girl and a spoiled brat, only wanting the boys' attention. She didn't get bullied But rumors about her spread quickly in her elementary school it was Valentin being herself However, despite the rumors being spread about her, she didn't let it bother her as long as she stood for what she knew was right, she wouldn't be bothered by useless rumors that weren't through.
The ability of Lovely Creature fits Valentin's looks perfectly, and despite her being quiet and not a talkative person, people at Hogwarts can't help but feel quite drawn to her. Without Val even knowing the effect of her looks on other people. As Val grew older, her looks became better over time, which will keep evolving through the years at Hogwarts. And eventually become more stunning in her adulthood.
When Val decides to join a sports team, Lovely Creature will effectively come into play, easily distracting opponents in games like Quidditch, Dueling, and Racing. Giving Valentin and her team an upper hand in games. Even if Val gets all this credit from her looks, she doesn't let it define her or her personality. She tries to prove herself academically so people don't start getting the wrong idea about her. But this only increases the people's interest in her, making her more annoyed and frustrated.
But in the end, it's just Valentin being herself, and as she grows older and matures, she becomes accustomed to the behavior, so she doesn't let it get to her anymore and only focuses on her own life and her studies.
Although Val had dashing looks, it came with its ups and downs in many scenarios. The girls of her neighborhood would judge her as an attention-seeking girl and a spoiled brat, only wanting the boys' attention. She didn't get bullied But rumors about her spread quickly in her elementary school it was Valentin being herself However, despite the rumors being spread about her, she didn't let it bother her as long as she stood for what she knew was right, she wouldn't be bothered by useless rumors that weren't through.
The ability of Lovely Creature fits Valentin's looks perfectly, and despite her being quiet and not a talkative person, people at Hogwarts can't help but feel quite drawn to her. Without Val even knowing the effect of her looks on other people. As Val grew older, her looks became better over time, which will keep evolving through the years at Hogwarts. And eventually become more stunning in her adulthood.
When Val decides to join a sports team, Lovely Creature will effectively come into play, easily distracting opponents in games like Quidditch, Dueling, and Racing. Giving Valentin and her team an upper hand in games. Even if Val gets all this credit from her looks, she doesn't let it define her or her personality. She tries to prove herself academically so people don't start getting the wrong idea about her. But this only increases the people's interest in her, making her more annoyed and frustrated.
But in the end, it's just Valentin being herself, and as she grows older and matures, she becomes accustomed to the behavior, so she doesn't let it get to her anymore and only focuses on her own life and her studies.
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Am I bossy? Absolutely. I don't like to lose, and if I'm told 'no,' then I find another way to get my 'yes.
iNPC Rayne Alex Crown
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Andrew Vance
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Comprehend Languages (Parselmouth) - replacing Components ability
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Comprehend Languages (Parselmouth) - replacing Components ability
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Snakes.
Not entirely fond of them, he was. At least, not when Andrew first came to Hogwarts. An unwitting Muggle-born suddenly Sorted into a House whose namesake practically idolized them. Snakes—Wait, they were literally PETS at Hogwarts?!
To clarify, he had a healthy, respectful fear of snakes, not an irrational one. Still, seeing the creatures slither freely around, inches away from him, was a little too close for comfort.
He didn’t know what he did to become the target of a group of Slytherins who thought it funny to sic their snakes on him as pranks. The first few jumpscares in his bed and in the bathroom, met with annoyance on Andrew’s end. Then quickly turned to fascination when he realized that the snakes were being controlled. Well, not exactly mind control, but that there were people who could actually talk to snakes, and their snakes would listen and obey!
“Relax, bruv. We only mess with the cool ones.” One of the pranksters grinned cheekily at him.
“Yeah, they won’t hurt you. Unless we tell them to,” another teased.
Whatever they saw in a scrappy first year like him, they allowed Andrew into their circle, trusted him with their secrets…
That’s when he heard of the word Parseltongue, and the infamous history about them.
And Slytherin was full of them.
Perhaps being a Muggle-born had its own charm and appeal to others in that Andrew was an entirely blank slate about the wizarding world. No prejudices, no judgement. Just a young boy willing to learn, eager to study what made Parselmouths so different. Yet beyond magic, was a sensitive and considerate heart that made him a friend to the outcast, to those who were willing to share with him, and teach him.
Snakes, at least those commanded by Parselmouths, weren’t so bad after all. Andrew got used to their company, holding them and helping take care of them, believing if anything, it would ease some of his fear of snakes.
Little did he realize how acute his ears were, and the depths of his magical connection to non-Human languages that suddenly sparked within him… Until one day he found himself repeating back in English what they were saying in Parseltongue, surprising himself how quickly he picked it up, after a few months.
The language was far too complex for his mundane tongue to form it. Even beyond most ears to grasp it. If it were so simple as listening, every wizard could understand Parseltongue. But most couldn’t.
Intuition couldn’t be taught. And perhaps Andrew’s was of a supernatural sort that he claimed he could feel what Parselmouths were saying in their slur of hisses.
At least now he’d know what a Parselmouth was saying behind his back. Though nevermind eavesdropping…
To advocate on the behalf of Parselmouths and end the stigma surrounding them, Andrew wore it as a badge of honor. A small ripple in a vast ocean, helping to make the wizarding world a better place.
Not entirely fond of them, he was. At least, not when Andrew first came to Hogwarts. An unwitting Muggle-born suddenly Sorted into a House whose namesake practically idolized them. Snakes—Wait, they were literally PETS at Hogwarts?!
To clarify, he had a healthy, respectful fear of snakes, not an irrational one. Still, seeing the creatures slither freely around, inches away from him, was a little too close for comfort.
He didn’t know what he did to become the target of a group of Slytherins who thought it funny to sic their snakes on him as pranks. The first few jumpscares in his bed and in the bathroom, met with annoyance on Andrew’s end. Then quickly turned to fascination when he realized that the snakes were being controlled. Well, not exactly mind control, but that there were people who could actually talk to snakes, and their snakes would listen and obey!
“Relax, bruv. We only mess with the cool ones.” One of the pranksters grinned cheekily at him.
“Yeah, they won’t hurt you. Unless we tell them to,” another teased.
Whatever they saw in a scrappy first year like him, they allowed Andrew into their circle, trusted him with their secrets…
That’s when he heard of the word Parseltongue, and the infamous history about them.
And Slytherin was full of them.
Perhaps being a Muggle-born had its own charm and appeal to others in that Andrew was an entirely blank slate about the wizarding world. No prejudices, no judgement. Just a young boy willing to learn, eager to study what made Parselmouths so different. Yet beyond magic, was a sensitive and considerate heart that made him a friend to the outcast, to those who were willing to share with him, and teach him.
Snakes, at least those commanded by Parselmouths, weren’t so bad after all. Andrew got used to their company, holding them and helping take care of them, believing if anything, it would ease some of his fear of snakes.
Little did he realize how acute his ears were, and the depths of his magical connection to non-Human languages that suddenly sparked within him… Until one day he found himself repeating back in English what they were saying in Parseltongue, surprising himself how quickly he picked it up, after a few months.
The language was far too complex for his mundane tongue to form it. Even beyond most ears to grasp it. If it were so simple as listening, every wizard could understand Parseltongue. But most couldn’t.
Intuition couldn’t be taught. And perhaps Andrew’s was of a supernatural sort that he claimed he could feel what Parselmouths were saying in their slur of hisses.
At least now he’d know what a Parselmouth was saying behind his back. Though nevermind eavesdropping…
To advocate on the behalf of Parselmouths and end the stigma surrounding them, Andrew wore it as a badge of honor. A small ripple in a vast ocean, helping to make the wizarding world a better place.
Word Count: 497
STATUS: Approved, Dorion, May 31
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Trunk
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Legilimency
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Seven Minutes is all I can spare to grade your HW.
[ sta ] 10 [ eva ] 15 [ str ] 01 [ wis ] 20 [ arc ] 10 [ acc ] 14
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Legilimency
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
By adulthood, Samuel Reinhard Sauber had perfected the art of silence. Not just external stillness of his posture or the controlled cadence of his speech. No, he had managed to cultivate an interior void of thoughts within his brain that allowed him to observe others without distractions. It was this quiet quality that made legilimency the direct natural evolution, rather than another ability. Where others could potentially approach the skillset with predatory arrogance or voyeuristic curiosity, Samuel employed it as a tool, akin to a scalpel. Precise, clean and used only when necessary.
He did not revel in his ability to invade minds. He did not find the need to. Samuel viewed thoughts the way an anatomist viewed organs: Useful, fragile and susceptible to decay under stress. He did not seek secrets out of malice or amusement; During his work with the Ministry of Magic Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he extracted them as one would extract poison from a wound. Carefully, unsparingly and without concerns or apologies.
His mastery of it came not from some raw emotional force but through practiced, methodical control. Sam did not enter a mind without first calculating its structure. He read a person's posture, catalogued the inconsistencies in their phrasing and listened to the rhythm of their silence. Only once he had enough information did he cast. He became who he did, not because he craved understanding but because he required certainty.
By this point, he had risen far enough among the ranks of Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The skill served him well, in faculty meetings or interrogations, it allowed him to anticipate opposition before it even emerged. In disciplinary hearings, it was a quiet reminder that lies were a currency he was no longer compelled by, nor did he accept. Legilimency is his line of work was no longer an advantage, it was an inevitability.
Despite his now apparent skills to pear into thoughts, emotionally, Samuel remained distant. Legilimency did not draw him closer to others; it only reinforced his belief that most thoughts were unoriginal, most fear repetitive, and most ambitions tiresome and half inspired with no true goal. It confirmed what he had already suspected, People hid very little of worth.
But occasionally, very occasionally, a flicker of genuine insight crossed his mind. A rare flicker of fear wrapped in love within someone he was interrogating, or perhaps a memory cracked by guilt, an ambition sharpened by desperation. In Those rare moments, Samuel did not recoil. He filed it away and studied it, another addition to his ever continuing research.
He did not revel in his ability to invade minds. He did not find the need to. Samuel viewed thoughts the way an anatomist viewed organs: Useful, fragile and susceptible to decay under stress. He did not seek secrets out of malice or amusement; During his work with the Ministry of Magic Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he extracted them as one would extract poison from a wound. Carefully, unsparingly and without concerns or apologies.
His mastery of it came not from some raw emotional force but through practiced, methodical control. Sam did not enter a mind without first calculating its structure. He read a person's posture, catalogued the inconsistencies in their phrasing and listened to the rhythm of their silence. Only once he had enough information did he cast. He became who he did, not because he craved understanding but because he required certainty.
By this point, he had risen far enough among the ranks of Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The skill served him well, in faculty meetings or interrogations, it allowed him to anticipate opposition before it even emerged. In disciplinary hearings, it was a quiet reminder that lies were a currency he was no longer compelled by, nor did he accept. Legilimency is his line of work was no longer an advantage, it was an inevitability.
Despite his now apparent skills to pear into thoughts, emotionally, Samuel remained distant. Legilimency did not draw him closer to others; it only reinforced his belief that most thoughts were unoriginal, most fear repetitive, and most ambitions tiresome and half inspired with no true goal. It confirmed what he had already suspected, People hid very little of worth.
But occasionally, very occasionally, a flicker of genuine insight crossed his mind. A rare flicker of fear wrapped in love within someone he was interrogating, or perhaps a memory cracked by guilt, an ambition sharpened by desperation. In Those rare moments, Samuel did not recoil. He filed it away and studied it, another addition to his ever continuing research.
WC:430
Approved, Octavius Baird (6/4/2025)
Seven Minutes is all I can spare to grade your HW.
[ sta ] 10 [ eva ] 15 [ str ] 01 [ wis ] 20 [ arc ] 10 [ acc ] 14
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: You're Very Pretty
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for:
Lovely Creature
You are so incredibly beautiful, it is hard to take ones eyes off of you.
Prerequisite: None
Effect: You are very distracting to look at. This increases the Control DC of spells in duels and adventures by +2 as well as the DC for finding things in adventures or the DC for finding the snitch in a game of Quidditch. This ability does not stack.
If taken by a Veela, this is increased by an additional +1.
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WORD COUNT:614Reducio
Lorraine was pretty, gorgeous in fact. She had lots of suitors when she was young, each richer than the other, was it because of her flair? Her brains? Her style? Or her beauty? Probably all. Though she never really bothered, she was busy with her studies.
"Mother?" , Lorraine asked, the family was outside, watching her father and his friends play tennis. Her mother had been sipping Earl Grey tea while talking with her posh new friends. Lorraine was reading The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, a fine read she found on her weekly trip to the library.
It was a fine morning, the sun was streaming from the pine trees, carefully planted by generations of gardeners. "Yes, Darling?", her mother answered, clearly distracted.
Lorraine didn't know exactly how to address this, she reviewed lessons upon lessons of vocab, found the words she'd been looking for and casually said, " Gran and Pa are coming for dinner tonight, right?", she'd been fighting herself from using the words 'Grandmother and Grandfather' because she thought it sounded ...strange.
Her mother just nodded then laughed at something one of her friends said. The day had went on and nightfall finally arrived.
Lorraine was in her closet, carefully placing a gold, bejeweled necklace on her chest, the one she had gotten from her grandparents from their trip to Germany. She was wearing checkered Louis Vuitton overalls, cream boots and her hair was placed in a half up, carefully styled.
She didn't know why she'd gotten herself all glammed up, probably because her parents had arranged this party weeks ago, so that she could meet someone that could be a 'potential partner', they said. Of course her grandparents would be there, they'd never miss a chance to see their only heir of the business meet her 'soulmate', Lorraine never believed in such things, but she needed to make them proud.
Once she arrived at the party, all eyes were on her as her mother, wearing a dark green cocktail dress, hurried to her and pulled her to one of her friends, So this was how i'd meet my 'soulmate', she thought, a bit irritated, From a known source.
She was pulled onto Raven, a rich actress and her son, Tyler, he was handsome, to be honest, but just not Lorraine's type. He had blonde hair, a football build and a charming smile, too much of a golden retriever
Tyler had pulled her onto the the dance floor, Lorraine was trying to avoid his eye, but Tyler couldn't keep his eyes away from her the whole time. After dance, she met Ryder, a boy with dark hair and beautiful green eyes, he was alright, she thought.
He invited her to a table with his friends, and of course, Lorraine had no choice but to accept. There were a few pretty girls who also couldn't stop staring at Lorraine with a look on their faces that just said 'wow'.
The whole night, Lorraine was dragged and pulled and met with many boys, all bewildered by her beauty, when finally, her mother finally let her go to sleep, but
instead of going to her bedroom, Lorraine decided to go to the balcony. But there was already someone there, a gorgeous girl with red hair and freckles, she was pretty cute.
"Er, hello", she said to the girl, attempting to strike up a conversation, "Oh, hello!", she had a pretty voice.
They talked for a few minutes, when Lorraine checked her watch and saw that it was already 12 a.m., frick, "Uhm, I have to go, see you around?" , she said and the girl nodded.
Oh, how she wished that girl would stay around.
Pending Octavius Baird (6/4/2025)
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Approved Octavius Baird (6/8/2025)
Lorraine Hawkes “Live By the Sun” “Love By the Moon” Margaux Lucosthe |
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Trunk
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Fearless
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Dropping Prodigal DADA for Fearless.
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Fearless
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
For Prat, fear was not a luxury he was allowed to afford, yet it was one he had to live with for a while. Before Hogwarts, it was the fear of being a squib, then it was the fear of being left behind by his peers. Overcoming it, he was once again faced with his own fears of abandonment and use as a mere weapon. From an early age, he was subjected to rigorous training, not just mind and wand but also will which helped him overcome these challenges. Martial arts session helped pushed him past exhaustion but they had an even greater impact on his mental fortitude. Cold lectures on lineage, and long hours beneath the scrutinizing gaze of a grandfather determined to mold him into the "perfect heir." These experiences forged in Prat a steel hard resolve. One that left no room for fear.
But it wasn't just his upbringing that shaped his disposition. It was loss.
On the duelling piste, Prat's early record was abysmal. He was not the prodigy who blasted his opponents across the room, he wasn't the duellist he imagined himself to be. Quite the opposite, time and again he found himself flat on his back, wand smoking and faced singed by a hex or a curse. His pride smoldered farther than any of his physical self ever could. Many would have shrunk under the weight of repeated failure, choosing to bow out quietly. But Prat had no option to retreat.
Each defeat carved away his hesitation, he had seen the worst of it and his mind had overcome this unprecedented hill. Each hit he suffered became a lesson in endurance. Now stepping into a duel, there is no trace of the boy who flinched at the sight of incoming spells. His stance remains unshaken, spirit remains unbroken and his grip unyielding. Spells still affect him, but fear does not. He doesn't cower, he doesn't blink. Fear has slowly burned out of him on the very same school premises his spirits had been shattered several times.
To Prat, fear is much akin to noise now, something that clouds judgement, disrupts precision and undermines his control over his own reality. And sadly for his fears, Control, above all else, is what Prat seeks. Fear tried finding a home in him once, long ago and it remained a temporary mark for a long while. But he shut it out, locking it away behind discipline, pride and a will as cold and unmoving as stone.
But it wasn't just his upbringing that shaped his disposition. It was loss.
On the duelling piste, Prat's early record was abysmal. He was not the prodigy who blasted his opponents across the room, he wasn't the duellist he imagined himself to be. Quite the opposite, time and again he found himself flat on his back, wand smoking and faced singed by a hex or a curse. His pride smoldered farther than any of his physical self ever could. Many would have shrunk under the weight of repeated failure, choosing to bow out quietly. But Prat had no option to retreat.
Each defeat carved away his hesitation, he had seen the worst of it and his mind had overcome this unprecedented hill. Each hit he suffered became a lesson in endurance. Now stepping into a duel, there is no trace of the boy who flinched at the sight of incoming spells. His stance remains unshaken, spirit remains unbroken and his grip unyielding. Spells still affect him, but fear does not. He doesn't cower, he doesn't blink. Fear has slowly burned out of him on the very same school premises his spirits had been shattered several times.
To Prat, fear is much akin to noise now, something that clouds judgement, disrupts precision and undermines his control over his own reality. And sadly for his fears, Control, above all else, is what Prat seeks. Fear tried finding a home in him once, long ago and it remained a temporary mark for a long while. But he shut it out, locking it away behind discipline, pride and a will as cold and unmoving as stone.
WC:418
Dropping Prodigal DADA for Fearless.
Approved Octavius Baird (6/4/2025)
| Prat Pass - Slytherin | |
Sta: 6 | Eva: 9 | Str: 6 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 7 | Acc: 10 |
Sta: 8 | Eva: 10 | Str: 0 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 15 |
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Octavius Baird
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Restricted Transfiguration
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Dropping Prodigal Transfig for Restricted Transfig.
Note: Ability slots should look like this: Paragon of Health | Wandmaker | Terrible Presence | Comprehend Languages (Gobbledegook)| Fearless | Restricted Transfiguration | Restricted Defense Against the Dark Arts
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Restricted Transfiguration
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
Instead of spending the time around other classmates, he was making his way down to the library. He had no ill intentions.. at least, not directly stated or as displayed as he casually pretended to be cool in the school where he had bullies. Right, he was a cool man. Totally.
Octavius opened the doors to see walls upon walls of books, wondering how to even get the ones at the top if the ladders were taken. But no, he shouldn't risk his life reaching such heights. He continued walking towards the back, creeping behind some bookshelves, hoping that the librarian wouldn't have seen him. Hopefully.
He saw the meager barrier to the Restricted Section and slipped past it, staring with awe at the collection. He dug through the shelves, looking for something interesting. A purple tentacle emblem was on the spine of a yellow book. Interesting.
He opened it up, looking at the table of content. Warning.. Tentacle Head Curse... Skull Mutation Spell..
He immediately flipped the pages until he saw the Tentacle Head Curse. Honestly, that seemed so bodacious.
He looked at the beautiful illustration of a kid with a single tentacle for a head. Under it was a warning, but also some information. Octavius's eyes scanned the pages, wondering how this spell came to fruition. He understood that the spell would transfigure the head into a tentacle, but it didn't stop their ability to breathe, but the ability to speak or see is lost.
He casually withdrew his wand, reading over the quick information on how to cast the book, and he peeked around the towering bookshelves waiting for a passerby. A boy walked by, his arms full of heavy, hardcover and thick books. Octavius smiled grimly. He pointed his wand towards the innocent boy and spoke the incantation. "Tentaclifors." The boy dropped his books on his feet and began to dance, but didn't yell, nor did he speak.
He watched the boy panic as he felt his head turn slimy, more cone-like, with suctions on one side, and move slightly. Octavius cackled, thinking it was hilarious. Maybe he'd finally have something to use against his bullies later. "Reparifarge." He stated, allowing the head to return to normal, but he slipped behind the bookshelf to avoid the sight of the boy who got tentacle-headed.
He shut the yellow book and stuffed it into his bag. It wasn't like he had permission to be in the Restricted Section, so he had to get the book one way.
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417/400
Octavius opened the doors to see walls upon walls of books, wondering how to even get the ones at the top if the ladders were taken. But no, he shouldn't risk his life reaching such heights. He continued walking towards the back, creeping behind some bookshelves, hoping that the librarian wouldn't have seen him. Hopefully.
He saw the meager barrier to the Restricted Section and slipped past it, staring with awe at the collection. He dug through the shelves, looking for something interesting. A purple tentacle emblem was on the spine of a yellow book. Interesting.
He opened it up, looking at the table of content. Warning.. Tentacle Head Curse... Skull Mutation Spell..
He immediately flipped the pages until he saw the Tentacle Head Curse. Honestly, that seemed so bodacious.
He looked at the beautiful illustration of a kid with a single tentacle for a head. Under it was a warning, but also some information. Octavius's eyes scanned the pages, wondering how this spell came to fruition. He understood that the spell would transfigure the head into a tentacle, but it didn't stop their ability to breathe, but the ability to speak or see is lost.
He casually withdrew his wand, reading over the quick information on how to cast the book, and he peeked around the towering bookshelves waiting for a passerby. A boy walked by, his arms full of heavy, hardcover and thick books. Octavius smiled grimly. He pointed his wand towards the innocent boy and spoke the incantation. "Tentaclifors." The boy dropped his books on his feet and began to dance, but didn't yell, nor did he speak.
He watched the boy panic as he felt his head turn slimy, more cone-like, with suctions on one side, and move slightly. Octavius cackled, thinking it was hilarious. Maybe he'd finally have something to use against his bullies later. "Reparifarge." He stated, allowing the head to return to normal, but he slipped behind the bookshelf to avoid the sight of the boy who got tentacle-headed.
He shut the yellow book and stuffed it into his bag. It wasn't like he had permission to be in the Restricted Section, so he had to get the book one way.
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417/400
Dropping Prodigal Transfig for Restricted Transfig.
Note: Ability slots should look like this: Paragon of Health | Wandmaker | Terrible Presence | Comprehend Languages (Gobbledegook)| Fearless | Restricted Transfiguration | Restricted Defense Against the Dark Arts
Approved - Koko, 4 June
| 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 |