Stats: Approved[/color]

Stats(45 total)
Stamina: 05
Evasion: 04
Strength: 01
Wisdom: 15
Arcane Power: 08
Accuracy: 12

Abilities(Human)
01 Evasive Maneuvers 10% chance to auto-dodge attacks
02 Perfectionist dice has -1 critical failure count
03 Spell Spread target a second user with your spell

01 Evasive Maneuvers 10% chance to auto-dodge attacks

It was during his second year at Durmstrang, right after the summer holidays were over when Nichlas and Disa spend some time together to train their abilities as wizards. The two of them would have a long road ahead until they made it to perfection even though they were obviously ahead of many of their peers. Spells have always been easy for the young boy, it was as if he had been born to cast magic and frankly he was; after all he was a pure blooded wizard and not just an ordinary one.

On this day the two of them had decided for a tricky training, one they not often did since it was unlikely to happen. It was an emergency training in case one was not in the possession of their wand at any given time while under attack. One could say that perhaps they did this training just because it was hilarious to see the other person attempt to dodge some spells they sent into their direction. Whatever the reason was, today it was Nichlas's time to dodge the spells while Disa would cast them at him without batting an eyelash. She was cold like that sometimes but that was what he liked about her; that he could always count on her to be boldly honest and speak her mind.

As they were training it was quite tricky for Nichlas to keep dodging the spells that were sent into his direction and from times he was sneezing or curling himself onto the ground while wheezing out painful fits of laughter. Disa was creative and had quite the variety of spells to practice on the willing victim.

Over the course of time Nichlas actually managed to dodge some of the spells even though more often than not it seemed to be based on luck rather than his quick reflexes. In times like these he wished he was more like his little sister who had always been good to escape his grasp whenever they played tag in the backyard during the warm summer days. But at least now he knew that he might not be completely lost if he were to not be able to cast something to shield himself; he knew that there was some lucky percentage that allowed him to nimby dodge an attack of any sorts. So perhaps this training had not been completely useless after all.

WC: 401
permission to godmod @Scott Alexander's NPC was given

02 Perfectionist dice has -1 critical failure count

If there is one thing that Nichlas absolutely despises then it is failure, not just because failing at something sucks but also because it was quite humiliating. Ever since the pressure of competition in the noble school of Durmstrang got a hold of him, he could not help but want to be the best and show everyone that he belonged where he currently stood. The constant desire to proof himself to his peers.

One particular event had only strengthened the desire to stand above the other students and to grow to be an outstanding wizard with unmatched talent. It happened in a duel against another student, a duel he himself had initiated with said student and he had failed a spell so horribly that it backfired on his own person. While he had still managed to win the duel against the other student, he had sworn himself to not let such a thing happen again. He would have to work on this as quick as possible and so he did just that.

He spent all his free time after having dealt with homework and classes to practice spells and his casting abilities. He would spend so much time on perfecting all of this that he was barely seen without practicing his spell set. Even in the evening he would be bend over a book of spells and using the wand lightening charm Lumos as some sort of nightlight to help him read. All there was to learn about the spells he knew was in his head and therefore he should be able to cast spells without much of a hindrance. It helped him grow as a caster and it made it nearly impossible for him to fail at a spell for another time.

From then on Nichlas had been prepared for duels and other situations he had to use magic in and he was proud at the results of his constant practice and discipline as he was now quite good at casting the spells he would want to cast. Spells and similar actions were no longer as worrisome for him as he knew that it could no longer go horribly go wrong, at least not under normal circumstances. He had made sure of knowing exactly how to enunciate the incantation he wished to cast and how to accompany it with the matching wand movement. He knew the story to each of the spells he was familiar with and knew what they would be capable off. After all he needed to be perfect in what he was doing.

WC: 427

03 Spell Spread target a second user with your spell

It had started out as a story had hear but quickly turned into a bet when he began to brag. Apparently it was possible to have a spell target multiple people at once and as soon as Nichlas had gained such a knowledge he wanted to learn it. Being himself he had bragged to his peers but mostly Disa that he could learn this without any difficulties. That his magic was good enough and that he could do it. There was nothing at stake except his honor when Disa had challenged him to proof that he was indeed capable of mastering this skill and this was how it began.

He started by how everyone would have started and paid the library a visit. He would spend the whole weekend browsing the school library for books that could help him to self study the skill of casting in such a way and when he was happy with the fair collection of books, he would borrow them all so that he could read them in his dorm. It was similar to when he began to study every spell he knew to a T. He would read all the pages he could that could help him with the theoretical knowledge that he would require to perfectly master this skill.

Once he had all the theory down he would began the actual practice which would proof whether he would be good enough and he was truly confident that he would master it. He began small by casting easy charms he had learned very early on. It worked well and soon he was mending two broken pencils at the very same time. But this was not enough for the young kid. He did not want it to just be a little trick, he wanted to show off his skill and be special and for this he would need to do something a little more impressive than mending broken pencils. He would need to be able to use it in duels and have an upper hand.

Soon he was able to cast multiple jinxes and hexes at once, using training dummies for practice and of course by practicing it on students that were more or less willing to help him out. It was going fantastic and when he thought to have perfected the skill he went to show it to Disa and won the bet just like that; a bet that never had been a real bet but had felt like a challenge nonetheless. It took more focus to cast like this, but he was sure he would do just fine. After all he knew his spells.

WC: 441
permission to control @Scott Alexander's NPc was given

Stats: Approved
Abilities: Approved

Alexander Ward

Race, Abilities & Items

Race: Human
Abilities:

• Charmer
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  Growing up mostly with his Grandfather, Alexander had learned from the start the proper way to talk to people, especially those that were older than him. His manners were always impeccable, his voice never too loud or too low, his words well thought and pleasing to the listener's ears. Everyone loved him, looked for him in a crowded room just to exchange some words with him, wanted to hear his opinion on matters that were important to them.
  
  And Alexander loved it.
  
  At the beginning, when he was still learning how to talk, his good looks made sure that the little boy would not go unnoticed, his bright, blue eyes catching everyone'a attention; his smile was pure, contagious, and his golden locks gave the boy almost an angelic aura. As he grew older and his ambitious side started emerging, Alec started testing how much his good looks would affect people, and soon he realised that if he actually combined his good manners with his genetic treasure well, in that case he would have all the attention that he wanted - or needed.
  
  One summer night, -specifically, between his first and second school year at Durmstrang- during one of his parents parties that most of the important families -pureblood and non- attended, Alec had decided to join the adults, hoping to find the reason of his parents latest discomfort. Previously that day, the young Durmstrang student had, as he was usual doing, eavesdropped his parents talking: there was this woman, Marie Lacroix, that had been complaining about some protective wards that his parents had put around her house, claiming that they were not working properly, that she was concerned for her safety, and that she would have asked someone else to put up new wards. Her words, quoted by his parents, plus the woman's picture that he had managed to steal from his dad's office, had left the boy curious; he wanted to know why she needed those wards in the first place, what she had to hide, and he wondered if maybe he would have been able to change her mind about not sticking with his parents; after all, he was good with words.
  
  So later that night, Alexander had walked inside the main dining room, dressed with a nice suit that his Grandfather had a tailor make specifically for him, and ready to find the mystery woman. It was quite easy to spot her: her white, pale hair stood out in the midst of heads; her whole presence, from her looks, to her voice, and even her movements, were hypnotic, and Alexander lost focus for a second, before remembering what he had come to do. With a sweet, innocent smile plastered on his face, he had walked up to the old woman and introduced himself, like a real gentleman was supposed to; then he proceeded in chatting with Mrs Lacroix about frivolous topics, before he started talking about his parents. Just as he was talking about how his parents were two of the best ward setters in the country, Marie, with a warm but calculated smile on her lips, stopped the boy from continuing talking. "You are quite the charmer, young boy, aren't you?" she said, her words sounding like a melody into the boy's ears. "Your parents must be so proud of you; though, I assume they have no idea of what you were trying to do over here,"
  
  As she continued talking, Alexander felt incredibly frustrated with himself; usually his charm allowed him to achieve his goal, why was it not working in this case? Mrs Lacroix answered his question, as she explained to him that she was a Veela, and suddenly everything made more sense: she needed those wards to protect herself and her house from possible enemies, no wonder she was extremely upset that they were not working. Once the old woman had finished talking, Alexander promptly apologised to her for his actions, but the woman shook her head and smiled at him again. "I have a young granddaughter, I know how you children can be sometimes. This said,"she crossed her arms over her chest, and for a small second the young boy worried that he might have actually done more harm than good. "You can let your parents know that I'm willing to give them a second chance. After all, an extremely persuasive kid reminded me that I'm in very capable hands,"
  
  With that last sentence, Marie Lacroix smiled at the young Ward, before excusing herself and walking towards another group of people. Alexander smiled bright, for real this time, and puffed out his chest, feeling extremely proud of himself; he scanned the room with his eyes, and when he finally saw his parents, he made his way towards them.
  
  It was time to give them the good news.
  

  WC: 806 words.

Items: None

Statistics

Stamina: 5
Evasion: 3
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 8
Arcane Power: 7
Accuracy: 7

35/35

Playing no Quidditch position.

Stats: Approved
Abilities: Approved

Link to Hanzo: Here we are~

♛ Abilities ♛

Ability: Monster Hunter

Hanzo was afraid of a lot of things. Monsters weren’t one of them.

He hadn’t always hated the creatures. There was once a time when his thoughts would be entertained with the existence of the other races, his father telling him beautiful and vibrant tales of dragons and imps, women far too pretty for their own good, men who could change their faces at will. Good bedtime stories, if you asked him, the creatures dancing around the contents of his brain, leaving him breathless in wonder as he snored silently in the midst of the night. Mysterious, intriguing, in the same way that they were utterly terrifying. A fearful race, monsters were, one he had told himself at the time to always be wary of. There was no telling what they were capable of, what monstrosities they could commit, should they use their power for evil. And he was just a small child, insignificant in the sight of the world. Monsters were heroes, as much as they were villains. Monumental characters in the story one called reality, creatures that condescended humans in many more ways than one. Monsters were special. Monsters were good.

And, he’d learned to respect them, if not fear them in the slightest. It was funny, because he’d always recognized his fear for what it was – artificial, the body’s way of telling one that something was far from safe. A mere feeling. Feelings had always been false, he’d long since learned, as pain wasn’t anything to be afraid of, in the same way that sadness was only temporary. And, though he was far from fearless, he’d learned at a very young age that the feeling was unrealistic, in the same way that a unicorn could fly. If something was feared, then he would fear it. But never would the fear consume him.

He’d been naïve once, given monsters the expensive gift he called his respect. There were monsters everywhere he’d ever been – people with power, the ability to fix what was wrong in society. They were living in his house, attending his school. And, while some of the ‘monsters’ had been kind, loving, nurturing to his growth, the good majority had only caused him pain, strife, anxiety. Kids were mean, and people could be bloody horrible. No matter, there was no room nowadays for pity or depression in the life of the child. He’d long since come to terms with his demons, every day choosing to rise from his bed ready to fulfill his miserable existence. He’d learned to be strong. Fighting wasn’t physical, as much as it was mental – giving in to the propaganda of threats and fists only made one weaker, more prone to giving in to the clutches of the fear he so strongly despised. How a monster could ever use his power for evil, purely sickened the boy, making his stomach twist in agony and his eyes water in strife. The monsters he had once idolized were no more than crumbling monuments, burning with the fires of hate that billowed in his stomach.

The bullies that caught his eye now had horns, a tail, eyes red with the hate their souls held. All in his mind’s eye, surely, but that didn’t make what he was seeing any less real. They were his demons, the tormentors of his existence. His monsters. And there had been a day when he’d feared them.
But there was fear no more.

He’d faced his existence, and had deducted that the life he had chosen was perfect just the way it was. And, though he would never resort to his fists to settle his disputes, he knew that no monster could ever use him again. He was stronger than them, better on all counts, and he would strive to live up to that. A kind heart he was, there was a special place for monsters. The creatures his father had told him about were the villains of his story, and he’d sworn revenge. He would hunt them down. He would prove his worth.

Hanzo wasn’t afraid of monsters. They were afraid of him.

WC: 684

♛ Statistics ♛

First Year Stats [35]
ARC: 1
ACC: 10
STAM: 3
EVA: 10
WIS: 8
STR: 3

♛ Priority ♛

Keeper
Chaser 1
Chaser 2
Chaser 3
Second-string Keeper
Second-string Chaser
Seeker
Second-string Seeker
Beater 1
Beater 2
Second-string Beater

*Wrote the stats mainly for the Keeper and Chaser roles. Beating really wouldn't be a good fit, really want to help the Team in this way. If the first-string positions listed above aren't available, second-string works.

Statistics, Abilities, & Items

Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 10 | Wisdom: 2 | Arcane Power: 2 | Accuracy: 10
[41 stat points]

Broom: Silver Arrow
[+3 to every stat during Quiddtich Game]
Quiddtich Role: Beater

Year 1 ~Evasive Maneuvers ~

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Being the only heir to the Mikhailov family, it was unavoidable for Kolya to escape his own fate to become a Hit-Wizard just like all the rest of the other Mikhailovs before him. As a Hit-Wizard, they needed to be constantly vigilant because compare to an Auror, their jobs were way more dangerous and violent. They must be trained to deal with highly dangerous combat situations, such as high-risk arrests, riot controls and hostage situations. So before going to Durmstrang, his father began to train Kolya when he only turned 6 years old.

Although, his father didn’t go too overboard with his training from the start since Kolya was still a very young child. But aside being taught how to fight in combat, there was one training that almost became his nightmare. He was expected to have excellent dodging skills against all the attacks that would ever come at him and it later became a daily training for him to master it.

Every afternoon, a personal wizarding trainer that was hired by his father would give Kolya different kinds of training. He would be forced to dodge all the enchanted leather balls but in the beginning, Kolya wasn’t quick enough and got hit often. His father wasn’t very happy with the result and even ordered to not stop the training until Kolya could successfully dodge all the leather balls. However, Kolya did figure it out that he should rely on the noises of the objects that were coming towards his direction and how he should be extremely focusing his eyes (before he lost one) on the incoming objects, any small distraction could really lead to an instant failure. That was the lesson he learned from the hardest and the most painful way.

Despite Kolya’s torturous training his father had put him under, he somehow managed to remain generally hopeful and didn’t seem too psychologically affected by the pain he had endured, demonstrating some sort of strength in him that he himself didn’t realize yet. And because of that hope and strength within him, took Kolya months of harsh training to finally enhanced his reflexes.

After being accepted in Durmstrang, a terrible incident occurred during his first year where he permanently lost his left eye. Being forced into such a huge disadvantage, it didn’t discourage him and quite the opposite…it pushed him to train even harder. He now understood that if he needed to survive he must always stay on alert to any possible danger around him. To be able to evade the sudden assault coming his way and defend himself from harm.

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Year 2 ~Broken Broomshaft ~

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Losing his left eye made his daily life not so easy, but then again, it didn’t really change much before the incident. Kolya was always a lone wolf, at home, and even at Durmstrang. Most students kept their distance away from him but there were still a few other students who were quite curious about him but he no longer desired to make any new friends, nor would he interact with any Half-bloods or so he thought.

After the incident, he trained himself even harder, and later on, it really built up a lot of stress within him. Of course, his face often showed no emotion so nobody could understand how he really felt. Breaking things became a habit of his own as a way to unleash his anger and all the stress he had that was forcefully kept inside of him. Every time when Kolya was in a bad mood, he would go somewhere more private where no one would disturb him and used a bat to hit old trees or unwanted objects around him, literally destroying the objects with no mercy with every hit he made with his bat. Kolya might not realize that doing so somehow helped him growing some muscles in his arms and gained a lot of strength. His father was aware of it but he saw it as a very convenient practice for his son to be stronger and he soon had an idea what would be the best way for Kolya to show his strength in front of the public.

When Kolya graduated a year higher becoming a 2nd-year student, it was expected when his father demanded that he must join the Quidditch Team as another way to prove his worth to the family. However, he only wanted his son to pick one specific Quiddtich role that relied a lot on strength and that role was being a Beater, a role that must hit their target with a Beater’s bat.

Kolya didn’t mind joining the Quidditch Team, however, he did think that it would be a great opportunity to show that he was not the weakling from last year anymore. In the beginning, when he applied himself to join as a Beater, most of the players were skeptical of Kolya due to him having only one available eye to see things and they believed that it might become an obstacle during the game that could jeopardize their victory. But they all took it back when Kolya was able to demonstrate his ruthless strength during an unofficial game.

Word Count: 425

Stats: Approved
Abilities: Approved

Character: Nadya Andrulevičus
Year: Second (35 points)
Broom: None (does not play)

Sta: 3
Eva: 6
Str: 5
Wis: 9
Arc: 6
Acc: 6

Ability: N.A.

Stats: Approved
Abilities: None were listed, please be aware that once these close you will not be able to apply for abilities for your character until this opens up again.

Name: Valentin “Der Niffler” Schnell
Link to Character Description
Year: "2nd" (35 stat points)
Broom: School Broom

Role Aspirations:
First choice: Seeker
Second choice: Second-string Seeker
Third choice: Second-string Keeper
Fourth choice: Keeper
Fifth choice: Second-string Chaser
If none of the above are available please owl me and I will pick from what is left.

Character Stats:
Stamina✵ 6
Evasion✵ 6
Strength✵ 2
Wisdom✵ 10
Arcane Power✵ 1
Accuracy✵ 10

Ability Application: Keen Eye

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Keen Eye

Note for mods: I am applying for this ability regardless of if my NPC will ever get to play as a Seeker, and if he is to play another role I will make up a suitable excuse for him to be playing in the respective position. However, this ability would be central to his backstory regardless and I want Keen Eye for him no matter what role he gets.

As mentioned in his full backstory, Valentin has genetically superior eyesight. This natural advantage led to him taking advantage of his vision from his earliest years, thereby enabling him to hone it further with many years of practice. Even before quidditch, Valentin had always tried to impress other people with feats of visual acuity and proprioception. After all, if there was one thing Valentin needed other than food, water, and air, it was attention. Often he would combine his lightweight frame with these visual talents, balancing on a high tightrope while catching grapes or marbles that his friends threw from ever-farther distances. After stealing shiny objects this boy “Niffler” would often run off to climb a high tree in the park from which he could observe his pursuers from a distance. The fact that it was almost always the same tree, however, was a symptom that he had always really wanted to be caught in the first place. That, and it was a very fine tree for climbing.

Another habit of Valentin’s that contributed to developing a keen eye was his kleptomania itself. The people he stole from were always people he loved or otherwise wanted attention from, so a lot of people came to expect this game from him. His family especially stayed highly vigilant since his little bouts of thieving could end up inconveniencing them if he was not spotted beforehand. As a result, Valentin needed to become very observant of his targets and be able to spot openings where his theft could succeed without being detected. Also, as many people tried to hide away their shiny objects, Valentin had to practice spotting and guessing where any given precious MacGuffin might be tucked away.

Ever since he learned how to mount a broom, Valentin has loved to fly fast. Not only was speed flashy and could garner a lot of praise from his peers when augmenting stunts, it made running from pursuers even more exciting. However, with speed comes great danger, so his sometimes reckless maneuvers often require for him to quickly spot an incoming branch and other obstacles that can be hard to see at high velocities. Although his keen eye continues to get practice during high-speed chases and daredevil stunts, this does not prevent Valentin from occasionally failing and wiping out. Usually the Niffler can be seen with wounds, sometimes bandaged and sometimes not, that resulted from moments when his powers of observation failed. Broken bones can be an excellent deterrent, but pain is no match for Valentin’s habitual dangerous behavior – instead, the threat of injury compels him to see better, spot faster, and predict with ever-greater precision.

To sum up, a natural genetic gift combined with a lifetime of practice has given Valentin a keen eye, which is a trait that has surely saved his life on a number of occasions.

Word Count: 476

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Stats: Approved
Abilities: Approved

Rudolf Novikov

STATS

~ Strength: 10
~ Evasion: 8
~ Accuracy: 8
~ ArcPower: 7
~ Wisdom: 2
~ Stamina: 10
= total of 45

Abilities

01. Monster Hunter

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Rudolf’s mother might have hung up her monster-hunting gear by the time that her son was born, but she still had an entire library’s worth of stories to pass along. Although Anna Novikov might not have achieved very much in her short-lived career, she’d done enough research to practically become an expert in the field of monsters and magical creatures. What else was she supposed to talk about when little Rudolf wouldn’t fall asleep at night?

At first, Anna's stories sounded more like fairy tales than field reports. She started with the more whimsical magical species; her bedtime tales were filled with unicorns and dragons and embellished with fantasy-like detail. Eventually, things started to get more practical. Rudolf learned about hippogriffs and grindylows, mermaids and centaurs. He giggled through Anna's profiles of flobberworms and gnomes, and huddled close to his mother's side when she turned to frightful topics like acromantulas and basilisks. They spent their days together pretending to do battle with giants and escape from dementors. When night fell, Anna tucked her son into bed and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Once he'd finally nodded off to sleep, often in the middle of her story, she'd remind him in a whisper that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Eventually, Rudolf grew out of playing games with his mother. He stopped needing her stories to fall asleep, and their discussions turned from monsters and beasts towards his upcoming first year at the Durmstrang Institute. The boy had no plans to become a monster hunter like his mother had always aspired to be, and as such he saw little point in memorizing all of her facts and statistics. Still, he couldn't deny that the knowledge could be useful. There was no telling if or when he'd run into a monster that was out for his blood. With his mother's unofficial training, he might be able to protect himself from an unfortunate end.

A year of Durmstrang education turned Anna's old stories from general knowledge into a strategic advantage. The school reminded Rudolf of where his trust was best placed: with his fellow purebloods. Perhaps he wouldn't go actively looking for monsters, but he'd definitely know what to do with them if they came his way. His mother's experience would help him find their weaknesses, their soft spots, their flaws -- and his school training would give him the tools that he needed to take the creatures down. After all, it was his duty as a wizard and as a Durmstrang student to protect himself and his schoolmates from the clawed beasts that waited outside of the castle walls.

WC: 439

02. Martial Artist

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After Rudolf’s second year of schooling, he had become a much more confident wizard than ever before. His small arsenal of spells felt like enough to take on any problem — in fact, he could hardly remember how he’d survived without his wand in hand. Rudolf's father must have been able to see his son's confidence tipping dangerously close to arrogance, because one summer evening after the family had finished eating dinner, he sat Rudolf down for a talk.

"What do you do if you lose your wand in a duel, Rudolf?" he asked evenly, peering at the thirteen-year-old boy curiously. Not sensing the trap that was hidden underneath his father's civility, Rudolf shrugged and leaned back in his chair.

"What could I do? I'd have to surrender, wouldn't I? I won't know how to do wandless magic for a long time." It seemed like a fine answer to the boy. He could hardly compete against an armed wizard; to do so would mean certain defeat.

"No!" Rudolf's father bellowed, pounding his fist against the table. Rudolf jumped, shocked to see his father react with such fire. He'd always been a calm and collected person. Had Rudolf's answer really been wrong enough to warrant that violent response. He watched his father fearfully as the man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, frowning at his son.

"You are already making the mistake that I see so much. Magic is your tool, Rudolf, but it is not your crutch. If you can't do anything without it, then you don't deserve to have that wand." Rudolf's face burned red in shame and his gaze dropped to the floor. What made his father qualified to talk about getting by without magic? He'd been raised just as pureblooded as Rudolf had been. He worked for the Ministry of Magic, even. If he didn't have his wand, Rudolf doubted that his father could get by.

"Get up," Rudolf's father ordered, and he heard the scrape of the dining chair against the floor. Slowly, the boy looked back up to see his father standing behind the table, beckoning him over. "Come on. We're going to pretend that I'm here to...kill your mother." Rudolf's eyes widened and he glanced over his shoulder, wondering if Mrs. Novikov had heard anything. "What do you do?"

The boy shrugged, swaying uncertainly on his feet. "What can I do?"

"You know what!" Rudolf's father rebuked him. "I know that they taught you better than this at school. You don't have your wand. You have to protect your mother. What are you going to do about it?" Slowly, Rudolf moved around the table and faced his father. He swung his arm out uncertainly in a weak punch that cut through the air in front of his father's nose, and the man nodded solemnly in approval. "Good. Again. Don't be afraid to hit me for real, Rudolf. I won't punish you." A small smile crossed his father's lips, and Rudolf smiled back. He struck his father lightly in the chest and was shoved backwards in return. The two men wrestled for a few minutes more before Rudolf's father raised his hands in surrender.

The lesson had been learned: magic may have been Rudolf's birthright, but it wasn't going to float him through life. Eventually, there were going to be obstacles that couldn't be cursed away; as long as he kept practicing, Rudolf's fist would be just as useful as the wand that it held.

WC: 582

03. Fearless

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It hadn't taken Rudolf very long to learn that there was no place for fear at Durmstrang. He'd been thrown into the deep end in the very first week of his first year, when his entire class had been taken deep into the grounds for "survival training". If that didn't force Rudolf to face his fears early on, he didn't know what would. The very nature of the Durmstrang Institute strengthened the boy, making him tougher, more resilient. As Rudolf started to take an interest in martial magic, he became less and less worried about physical threats. He had the means to protect himself, and he was learning more with every lesson. The jittery nerves that had plagued him during his first few days were quickly calmed as he got to know his classmates, living with them and learning as much as he could from the older boys. Durmstrang was the fire that was forging Rudolf into a steadfast and strong wizard.

His time at school wasn't the only thing that eased his fears, however. His parents had taught him their own lessons and prepared him for survival in the magical world. Thanks to his mother's bedtime stories, Rudolf wasn't worried about creatures or beasts. He knew better than to go chasing after dragons or basilisks unprepared, and he could keep his calm in the face of animal danger. While he wasn't exactly battling monsters every day, Rudolf knew that he could, and that was enough to help him keep his composure.

His father had saved Rudolf from himself, making sure that he didn't cripple himself with a total reliance on magic. They worked hard in their summers together to build Rudolf's physical skills, keeping him in shape and teaching him the ins and outs of physical dueling -- or, like the nonmagi called it, a good old-fashioned street brawl. Rudolf didn't love the idea of resorting to such barbaric means, but at least he was prepared to come to blows.

As a graduating fourth year, Rudolf feels like he can handle anything that the world might throw at him. Monsters? No big deal. Curses? Nothing that a counter-spell couldn't solve. All-around jerks? A punch to the face should work nicely. Rudolf has been raised to take care of himself, and intends to use all of his skills and abilities to keep himself and his loved ones out of danger's way. Rudolf may only be a teenager, but he's designated himself as a protector, and protectors cannot afford to be afraid of anything.

WC: 422

Stats: Approved
Abilities: Approved

Stats: Approved
Abilities: Approved - Prefectionist
Second ability is unchosen