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Character name: Novalie Moon
School Year: 1st Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing?: Yes. Please change my blood status to Half Blood.
Link to the character page: Novalie Moon
Character Statistics:
Character Special Race/Talent: Metamorphmagus
Application:
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year: 1st Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing?: Yes. Please change my blood status to Half Blood.
Link to the character page: Novalie Moon
Character Statistics:
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Normal Witch:
Stamina 3; Evasion 10; Strength 2; Wisdom 9; Arcane Power 6; Accuracy 5
If approved Metamorphmagus:
Stamina: 2; Evasion 9; Strength 1; Wisdom 8; Arcane Power 6; Accuracy 4
Stamina 3; Evasion 10; Strength 2; Wisdom 9; Arcane Power 6; Accuracy 5
If approved Metamorphmagus:
Stamina: 2; Evasion 9; Strength 1; Wisdom 8; Arcane Power 6; Accuracy 4
Character Special Race/Talent: Metamorphmagus
Application:
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One could hardly believe how often Adeline Moon found herself rushing to the ER, pleading with doctors to examine her little daughter, only to be sent home without treatment or answers. How could a muggle woman, a single mother no less, ever guess that her toddler’s skin turning blue or strange bumps sprouting from her head had nothing to do with any illness, but rather with her being a Metamorphmagus? How could she explain to the doctors that her daughter’s eyes had turned pitch black just moments before, only for her to appear perfectly healthy the second they stepped into the hospital?
Sometimes, Adeline wondered if she was losing her mind, seeing things that no one else seemed to notice. The only thing keeping her sane were her three sons, who also noticed Novalie’s strange, exceptional condition. But Adeline knew all too well- her daughter hadn’t always been this way. It all began when she was about three years old…
Adeline was stuck on the phone, the same irritating melody playing on repeat for what felt like an eternity. Papers, notes, and pencils were scattered across the table in front of her, and her coffee had spilled more than once, leaving dark stains on the already cluttered surface. Her four children were playing in the background- if their chaotic energy could even be called playing- while she desperately tried to get someone on the other end of the line.
Finally, the music stopped, and a female voice cut through the static.
“Good afternoon, my name is Michelle Perry. How can I help you?”
“Oh, thank God, finally.”, Adeline whispered before quickly introducing herself, “Good afternoon, my name is Adeline Moon. I called about a month ago regarding my daughter, Novalie Moon? I’m still looking for a kindergarten—”
She paused to glance at one of her sons, “Liam, take that out of your mouth!”
Clearing her throat, she turned back to the phone, “I’m sorry, as I was saying, I’m still looking for a place for Novalie. She just turned three, and I haven’t received a response yet-”
A crash echoed from the background, followed by the high-pitched screams of her children as they bolted through the apartment. Adeline sighed deeply.
“I-I really, really need-”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I didn’t quite catch that. Could you please repeat it?”
“Ah, yes, I-”
Another playful scream pierced the air. Gritting her teeth, Adeline shot a furious glance at her children, who were now running wild in the living room. She couldn’t take it anymore.
“MALIC, SAMUEL, LIAM, AND NOVALIE! Sit the hell down before I make you!”
The children froze, momentarily startled by their mother’s outburst.
“But Malic stole my car!”
“I did not! It’s my car anyway!”
“I’m hungry, Momma.”
“It’s my car! You’re a liar!”
“No, you are!”
“You’re the liar!”
“Momma, I’m hungryyyy!”
“Hugy.”
“Momma!”
“Ma’am?”
“Ah, sorry, sorry… Can I call you back in five minutes? Without waiting in the queue for an hour, if possible?”
“I can’t promise that, ma’am.”
“Momma!”, her children’s voices clamored, chaotic and unrelenting. With a heavy sigh, Adeline resigned, “Fine. I’ll wait for an hour again later.”
She hung up and turned to her children, eyes blazing. Whenever she needed just a moment of peace, they seemed to be the loudest children in existence. And as if on cue, Novalie began to cry.
“Gosh...”, Adeline muttered, dragging herself over to her offspring, “You’re all driving me crazy.”
But as she approached, an unsettling silence fell over the room. Her boys were all staring at Novalie- normally, they wouldn’t care if she threw a tantrum. But this time, something was different.
As she knelt beside her daughter, Adeline’s breath caught in her throat. There, on Novalie’s head, were two small bumps, like horns pushing against her skin, ready to burst through. Her heart raced as she quickly scooped Novalie into her arms.
“We need to go to the ER, right now!”
Thus began the endless trips to the doctor. Yet, no matter how many times they went, Novalie nnever showed any unusual signs when near a doctor or nurse. It was as if her daughter was playing some cruel trick on her. Adeline even took pictures to show the doctors, but none of them could find a cause. To them, Novalie was perfectly healthy.
It wasn’t until later, when Novalie finally got into kindergarten and school, that teachers started urging Adeline to take her daughter to a doctor. One religious teacher even suggested calling a priest. The strain was unbearable.
Of course, Adeline was sick with worry for her daughter, but she learned to live with it. The doctors reassured her time and time again that Novalie was healthy, leaving her with little choice but to accept it. She just wished and prayed that whatever this was, it would end sooner rather than later, that Novalie would grow up as healthy as her three brothers.
All this worry could have been avoided if only Adeline had known that the man she met just a few times after work was a Squib with magical blood in his family, and that his grandmother had been a Metamorphmagus.
Sometimes, Adeline wondered if she was losing her mind, seeing things that no one else seemed to notice. The only thing keeping her sane were her three sons, who also noticed Novalie’s strange, exceptional condition. But Adeline knew all too well- her daughter hadn’t always been this way. It all began when she was about three years old…
Adeline was stuck on the phone, the same irritating melody playing on repeat for what felt like an eternity. Papers, notes, and pencils were scattered across the table in front of her, and her coffee had spilled more than once, leaving dark stains on the already cluttered surface. Her four children were playing in the background- if their chaotic energy could even be called playing- while she desperately tried to get someone on the other end of the line.
Finally, the music stopped, and a female voice cut through the static.
“Good afternoon, my name is Michelle Perry. How can I help you?”
“Oh, thank God, finally.”, Adeline whispered before quickly introducing herself, “Good afternoon, my name is Adeline Moon. I called about a month ago regarding my daughter, Novalie Moon? I’m still looking for a kindergarten—”
She paused to glance at one of her sons, “Liam, take that out of your mouth!”
Clearing her throat, she turned back to the phone, “I’m sorry, as I was saying, I’m still looking for a place for Novalie. She just turned three, and I haven’t received a response yet-”
A crash echoed from the background, followed by the high-pitched screams of her children as they bolted through the apartment. Adeline sighed deeply.
“I-I really, really need-”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I didn’t quite catch that. Could you please repeat it?”
“Ah, yes, I-”
Another playful scream pierced the air. Gritting her teeth, Adeline shot a furious glance at her children, who were now running wild in the living room. She couldn’t take it anymore.
“MALIC, SAMUEL, LIAM, AND NOVALIE! Sit the hell down before I make you!”
The children froze, momentarily startled by their mother’s outburst.
“But Malic stole my car!”
“I did not! It’s my car anyway!”
“I’m hungry, Momma.”
“It’s my car! You’re a liar!”
“No, you are!”
“You’re the liar!”
“Momma, I’m hungryyyy!”
“Hugy.”
“Momma!”
“Ma’am?”
“Ah, sorry, sorry… Can I call you back in five minutes? Without waiting in the queue for an hour, if possible?”
“I can’t promise that, ma’am.”
“Momma!”, her children’s voices clamored, chaotic and unrelenting. With a heavy sigh, Adeline resigned, “Fine. I’ll wait for an hour again later.”
She hung up and turned to her children, eyes blazing. Whenever she needed just a moment of peace, they seemed to be the loudest children in existence. And as if on cue, Novalie began to cry.
“Gosh...”, Adeline muttered, dragging herself over to her offspring, “You’re all driving me crazy.”
But as she approached, an unsettling silence fell over the room. Her boys were all staring at Novalie- normally, they wouldn’t care if she threw a tantrum. But this time, something was different.
As she knelt beside her daughter, Adeline’s breath caught in her throat. There, on Novalie’s head, were two small bumps, like horns pushing against her skin, ready to burst through. Her heart raced as she quickly scooped Novalie into her arms.
“We need to go to the ER, right now!”
Thus began the endless trips to the doctor. Yet, no matter how many times they went, Novalie nnever showed any unusual signs when near a doctor or nurse. It was as if her daughter was playing some cruel trick on her. Adeline even took pictures to show the doctors, but none of them could find a cause. To them, Novalie was perfectly healthy.
It wasn’t until later, when Novalie finally got into kindergarten and school, that teachers started urging Adeline to take her daughter to a doctor. One religious teacher even suggested calling a priest. The strain was unbearable.
Of course, Adeline was sick with worry for her daughter, but she learned to live with it. The doctors reassured her time and time again that Novalie was healthy, leaving her with little choice but to accept it. She just wished and prayed that whatever this was, it would end sooner rather than later, that Novalie would grow up as healthy as her three brothers.
All this worry could have been avoided if only Adeline had known that the man she met just a few times after work was a Squib with magical blood in his family, and that his grandmother had been a Metamorphmagus.
Character Backstory:
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Novalie grew up in a run-down apartment in the gritty neighborhood of Stockwell, London. The area, often likened to a ghetto, was filled with shady characters and a sense of hardship that pervaded daily life. Despite the bleak surroundings, Novalie found joy and companionship among the other children in the neighborhood, all of whom faced similar challenges, like lacking proper meals and wearing worn-out clothes. Their shared struggles forged strong bonds, and they made the best of their circumstances by playing together in the streets, finding adventure and laughter in the most unlikely places.
Her mother, a resilient woman with a heart full of love, worked tirelessly to provide for Novalie and her three older brothers. Though working a few jobs, she still found enough time to care for her children. Novalie’s relationship with her older brothers- aged 14, 16 and 18- was influenced by the difficult circumstances of their upbringing in Stockwell. Each brother, though caring in his own way, had his own struggles and distractions, particularly with their growing interest in local gangs and street life. Despite their distractions, they were protective of Novalie, their little sister, who seemed so different from everyone else.
From a young age, strange things began happening around her, things that no one could explain. There were days when she would look down at her hands and find that her skin had turned a pale shade of blue or when the color of her hair would shift from its usual vibrant red to a somewhat brownish red, all without her willing it to happen. Sometimes, when she was upset, her eyes would darken to an almost inky black, making her brothers joke that she had eyes like a demon.
But to Novalie, these strange occurrences weren’t frightening- they were just a part of who she was.
She didn’t understand why these changes happened, but she accepted them with the untroubled confidence of a child. In her mind it was no different than having a birthmark or freckles- soemthing unique to her, but not something to be feared. Her mother had taken her to the hospital countless times, and while the doctors never found anything wrong, they always assured her mother that Novalie was perfectly healthy. So, as far as Novalie was concerned, her odd ability was just some sort of harmless condition, nothing more.
This acceptance gave her some sort of freedom. While she knew her ablility made her different, she never let it hold her back. When she was out playing with her friends, she wasn’t the girl with changing skin or strange eyes. She was just Novalie, the fearless adventurer and prankster who led her friends on wild escapades through the streets of Stockwell. Whether it was exploring abandoned buildings, playing hide and seek in the alleys or imagining themselves as pirates on the seas, Novalie threw herself into every adventure with a contagious enthusiasm. When her friends would tell their parents about her changing skin- or haircolor, they would usually dismiss it as the imagination of children.
As she grew older, the changes became more frequent and more noticeable, but Novalie never saw them as a burden. If anything, she embraced them as a part of her identity, even though the children at school started to call her names. Luckily, she had enough friends from her neighborhood to defend her and brothers who would not joke around. Sometimes, when she caught her reflection in a window or a puddle, she’d pause to admire the way her eyes sparkled with an otherworldly hue or how her hair seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. To her, these moments were like little secrets, gifts that the world had given her and her curious demeanor!
Novalie grew up without ever knowing her father and thus not really missing him. Novalie's father was absent because he and her mother had parted ways by mutual agreement. Their relationship had been a casual one, formed through work, with no intention of becoming something more serious. He left before he and her mother knew about Novalie, heading abroad for a job opportunity. As a result, Novalie, as well as her mother, remained unaware that her father's side of the family- despite her father being a Squib- had magic flowing through their veins. She had no idea that her great-grandmother had possessed the very same abilities that now manifested in her, abilities that set her apart in ways she couldn’t yet understand..
Her mother, a resilient woman with a heart full of love, worked tirelessly to provide for Novalie and her three older brothers. Though working a few jobs, she still found enough time to care for her children. Novalie’s relationship with her older brothers- aged 14, 16 and 18- was influenced by the difficult circumstances of their upbringing in Stockwell. Each brother, though caring in his own way, had his own struggles and distractions, particularly with their growing interest in local gangs and street life. Despite their distractions, they were protective of Novalie, their little sister, who seemed so different from everyone else.
From a young age, strange things began happening around her, things that no one could explain. There were days when she would look down at her hands and find that her skin had turned a pale shade of blue or when the color of her hair would shift from its usual vibrant red to a somewhat brownish red, all without her willing it to happen. Sometimes, when she was upset, her eyes would darken to an almost inky black, making her brothers joke that she had eyes like a demon.
But to Novalie, these strange occurrences weren’t frightening- they were just a part of who she was.
She didn’t understand why these changes happened, but she accepted them with the untroubled confidence of a child. In her mind it was no different than having a birthmark or freckles- soemthing unique to her, but not something to be feared. Her mother had taken her to the hospital countless times, and while the doctors never found anything wrong, they always assured her mother that Novalie was perfectly healthy. So, as far as Novalie was concerned, her odd ability was just some sort of harmless condition, nothing more.
This acceptance gave her some sort of freedom. While she knew her ablility made her different, she never let it hold her back. When she was out playing with her friends, she wasn’t the girl with changing skin or strange eyes. She was just Novalie, the fearless adventurer and prankster who led her friends on wild escapades through the streets of Stockwell. Whether it was exploring abandoned buildings, playing hide and seek in the alleys or imagining themselves as pirates on the seas, Novalie threw herself into every adventure with a contagious enthusiasm. When her friends would tell their parents about her changing skin- or haircolor, they would usually dismiss it as the imagination of children.
As she grew older, the changes became more frequent and more noticeable, but Novalie never saw them as a burden. If anything, she embraced them as a part of her identity, even though the children at school started to call her names. Luckily, she had enough friends from her neighborhood to defend her and brothers who would not joke around. Sometimes, when she caught her reflection in a window or a puddle, she’d pause to admire the way her eyes sparkled with an otherworldly hue or how her hair seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. To her, these moments were like little secrets, gifts that the world had given her and her curious demeanor!
Novalie grew up without ever knowing her father and thus not really missing him. Novalie's father was absent because he and her mother had parted ways by mutual agreement. Their relationship had been a casual one, formed through work, with no intention of becoming something more serious. He left before he and her mother knew about Novalie, heading abroad for a job opportunity. As a result, Novalie, as well as her mother, remained unaware that her father's side of the family- despite her father being a Squib- had magic flowing through their veins. She had no idea that her great-grandmother had possessed the very same abilities that now manifested in her, abilities that set her apart in ways she couldn’t yet understand..
First Instance of Magic:
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Her first instance of magic was the appearance of the bumps on her head when she was three.
- Your character's parents are muggle (mother) and a Squib (father). The father still comes from a magical bloodline, although they are unable to do magic themselves. This means that your character is not a muggle-born, but instead a Half-blood. We can make the change for your on your character's profile, but please confirm with me if you'd like this change or willing to make edits to your character's biography to ensure that your character is a muggle-born.STATUS: Pending - Maya, 23 Aug
- We need to know what happened to the father. Why is he out of the picture?
- Unfortunately, Novalie's brothers cannot care for Novalie. There needs to be a guardian or parent with her at all times. She cannot fend for herself either. Having no parent or adult-figure to watch Novalie would be considered neglect, which is against our site rating.
- The entire scenario of Novalie's first instance of accidental magic at 8 years old is not needed. Their first instance would be when they are three showing signs of magic being an metamorphmagus. In addition, the 8-year-old scenario does not work because she should have a parent or guardian taking care of her and she would not be out and about in the dark in a terrible neighborhood.
STATUS: Approved - Maya, 27 Aug
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Character name (First and last name): Erlea Bevensworth
School Year or Adult Level: 1st
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Nope
Character Statistics: Sta 6| Eva 6 | Str 2 | Wis 5 | Arc 3 | Acc 8
Character Special Race/Talent: Werewolf 546/500
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year or Adult Level: 1st
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Nope
Character Statistics: Sta 6| Eva 6 | Str 2 | Wis 5 | Arc 3 | Acc 8
Character Special Race/Talent: Werewolf 546/500
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It wasn't that she was stupid. She knew of werewolves and the dangers they posed. She knew going out on an expedition on a full moon was foolish. But she couldn't resist the temptation that her father offered that was exploring old crumbling ruins in the middle of a long forgotten corner of Spain. She'd have rather gone to Egypt or some other historic center of history, but Roman ruins in Spain would satisfy her curiosity somewhat. Especially since her father had invited her specially. She felt important. Trusted. Her only question about this whole endeavour - why the hell were they exploring old ruins at night time and not during daylight hours? Wouldn't it have made more sense to explore them when you could actually SEE? But no, apparently her father's guide had said some mumbo-jumbo about seeing how the Romans would have truly lived or the lights or something... She hadn't been paying attention, too excited and revved up to see the old, moonlit places that spoke of histories untold.
As her father and associates went exploring, so too, did she. It hadn't been strictly said that she should stay with the group, and what harm would befall her out here? Well, a lot, it turns out. She'd been excitedly exploring, taking in the gorgeous sites, and then it changed. Her life forever marked by the before and the after. Crouched down to look at a piece of shale, she hadn't heard or noticed the werewolf creeping up behind her. He'd come up so fast that she didn't even hear ripping of flesh or her anguished scream. All she heard was a ferocious snarl. Her father did though. Apparently unbeknownst to her, he'd heard the commotion and his group had come running, blasting spells this way and that to ward off her attacker. Numerous attempts of healing magic and some luckily included silver from a satchel was what saved her life.
All of this she had been told when she woke from her slumber. It was dark now. The dark was enveloping, but not crushing. Not like it had been before. Her back felt sore, and as she rolled onto her side she felt linen bandages slide slightly across her skin. It was at that moment she heard the faint but harsh whispers of her parents outside the door. "What are we going to do Kielor? She's- she's a monster." Her mother was here? In Spain? Who was she talking about? The young girl shuffled slightly, trying to make out the rest of the conversation. "She's our daughter Lillian. No matter who she is, or what she has become, she-" "No! She is a monster and I won't have anything to do with her kind." Erlea could here the venom in her mother's voice. Was that about her? What had happened to her? The young girl twisted and faintly touched the bandages across her back. Even through the linen strips, she could feel the raised marks that would forever scar her. Her kind. Monster. Werewolf. Scholars said only the lucky ones survived to become a werewolf, but now, in the darkness, sitting on a too hard couch and listening to her parents fight over where she would foisted off, Erlea didn't feel very lucky.
As her father and associates went exploring, so too, did she. It hadn't been strictly said that she should stay with the group, and what harm would befall her out here? Well, a lot, it turns out. She'd been excitedly exploring, taking in the gorgeous sites, and then it changed. Her life forever marked by the before and the after. Crouched down to look at a piece of shale, she hadn't heard or noticed the werewolf creeping up behind her. He'd come up so fast that she didn't even hear ripping of flesh or her anguished scream. All she heard was a ferocious snarl. Her father did though. Apparently unbeknownst to her, he'd heard the commotion and his group had come running, blasting spells this way and that to ward off her attacker. Numerous attempts of healing magic and some luckily included silver from a satchel was what saved her life.
All of this she had been told when she woke from her slumber. It was dark now. The dark was enveloping, but not crushing. Not like it had been before. Her back felt sore, and as she rolled onto her side she felt linen bandages slide slightly across her skin. It was at that moment she heard the faint but harsh whispers of her parents outside the door. "What are we going to do Kielor? She's- she's a monster." Her mother was here? In Spain? Who was she talking about? The young girl shuffled slightly, trying to make out the rest of the conversation. "She's our daughter Lillian. No matter who she is, or what she has become, she-" "No! She is a monster and I won't have anything to do with her kind." Erlea could here the venom in her mother's voice. Was that about her? What had happened to her? The young girl twisted and faintly touched the bandages across her back. Even through the linen strips, she could feel the raised marks that would forever scar her. Her kind. Monster. Werewolf. Scholars said only the lucky ones survived to become a werewolf, but now, in the darkness, sitting on a too hard couch and listening to her parents fight over where she would foisted off, Erlea didn't feel very lucky.
Character Backstory:
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The Bevensworth’s were old money. Influential within their circles, money and power would always be the game. The youngest daughter of Lillian and Kielor Bevensworth, Erlea would know those facets all too well. It was drilled into her from a young age that they expected her to do well, to show off the Bevensworth name. That she would uphold it with grace and intelligence, charm and charisma.
She’d grown up within her family’s extravagant townhouse, with anything the young girl could ever want. The sprawling rooms were opulent, filled to the masses with extravagant items from her fathers trips abroad or her mothers collections of fine, expensive wands. They were collectors at heart, and what better way to show you had money, right?
Like many other prestigious pureblood families, the Bevensworth’s didn’t educate their daughter themselves. They had money for that. Tutors for that. Nannies, and then governesses and tutors would be a constant in Erlea’s life. The only constant. A revolving door of new faces with the same job. To teach her how to be a proper, eloquent pureblood. Although she loved learning, being in the classroom wasn’t for her. She loved to accompany her father on his trips abroad, scouring the markets of different places and immersing herself in the culture around her, much to her mothers annoyance. Leave the prim and proper stuff to her sisters, Erlea would huff. She’d much rather be in the dust and dirt, surrounded by fascinating history and crumbling ruins. The time she did spend at home was filled with spending time with her sisters (when they themselves were home from school). She loved cooking, playing music and dancing. She wasn’t great at all these hobbies, but they were fun none-the-less.
She’d grown up within her family’s extravagant townhouse, with anything the young girl could ever want. The sprawling rooms were opulent, filled to the masses with extravagant items from her fathers trips abroad or her mothers collections of fine, expensive wands. They were collectors at heart, and what better way to show you had money, right?
Like many other prestigious pureblood families, the Bevensworth’s didn’t educate their daughter themselves. They had money for that. Tutors for that. Nannies, and then governesses and tutors would be a constant in Erlea’s life. The only constant. A revolving door of new faces with the same job. To teach her how to be a proper, eloquent pureblood. Although she loved learning, being in the classroom wasn’t for her. She loved to accompany her father on his trips abroad, scouring the markets of different places and immersing herself in the culture around her, much to her mothers annoyance. Leave the prim and proper stuff to her sisters, Erlea would huff. She’d much rather be in the dust and dirt, surrounded by fascinating history and crumbling ruins. The time she did spend at home was filled with spending time with her sisters (when they themselves were home from school). She loved cooking, playing music and dancing. She wasn’t great at all these hobbies, but they were fun none-the-less.
First Instance of Magic:
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Erlea had been brought up by tutors and nannies, her parents being too busy to spend much of their waking moments with the young girl. It was her governess at the time, Nanny Gousby, that had told her parents about the incident at the time. Erlea had been four, much too young to really realise what was going on. All she knew was that she’d been playing with her new hippogriff plush and that Nanny wanted her to put it away. She screamed and screamed, wholly upset by the idea that she couldn’t take the new toy down to see her parents. What was so wrong with a soft toy? Why couldn’t she have it? Nanny had grabbed it from Erlea’s clenched hands and placed it in the cupboard. Her tears and unhappiness must have unlocked something because before she knew it, the little hippogriff toy somehow magically floated out of the cupboard and into her arms, all to the expressed annoyance of Nanny Gousby. At least she could tell Mr. and Mrs. Bevensworth that their daughter would indeed be continuing the magical legacy.
STATUS: Approved, Meenauh, 31.08.2024
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Character name (First and last name): Caitriona Dewine
School Year or Adult Level: 1st year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Cai's bloodstatus should be half-breed assuming the dhampir application is accepted
Link to the character page: Here
Character Statistics:
Stamina - 7
Wisdom - 3
Strength - 5
ArcPower - 5
Accuracy - 6
Evasion - 4
Character Special Race/Talent:
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year or Adult Level: 1st year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Cai's bloodstatus should be half-breed assuming the dhampir application is accepted
Link to the character page: Here
Character Statistics:
Stamina - 7
Wisdom - 3
Strength - 5
ArcPower - 5
Accuracy - 6
Evasion - 4
Character Special Race/Talent:
Reducio
Alistair Dewine was not far into his career as an Unspeakable when the incident occured. It was a case of unfortunate circumstances more than anything. On a somber, January night, the news of a vaguely unimportant prophecy was processed by the Department of Secrecy. In the words of the mid-ranked Unspeakables who he responded to, It was not of great enough importance to merit collection. However, the department policy was that all known instances of prophecies were to be collected and captured in the appropriately labeled prophecy records. The grim weather outside had caused many of the higher-ranking Unspeakables to leave work earlier than usual.
A majority of the mid-ranked were looking out the window longingly. The prospect of taking a portkey anywhere but home was unappetizing, especially to Edinburgh where the wind and rain would surely be worse than the current London climate. The only volunteer to take on the assignment was Alistair, a fresh-faced, scraggly intern with an intense desire to please his boss. (He had graduated from Hogwarts only 6 months prior but he had heard that a promotion was soon to become available. If he took on unpleasant assignments such as this one his boss would surely overlook his age and focus on his ample capabilities.) A few dubious looks were shared but all doubts were silenced with the relief at not having to undertake the mission themselves.
So, Alistair set out alone to Edinburgh and entered the house of the seer without failure. That was the first step of the mission and last he could remember before the world faded to black.
Continuous murmuring and footsteps took him from his sleep. He blinked at the bright light streaming from the window. It reflected off the clinically white walls of St. Mungo's and, in comparison to the darkness, it felt like he was staring at the sun. Why was everything so bright? Alistair shifted his head so he was face down in the cot.
"You've transformed. Take a moment to rest," A soft-voiced doctor who he had not noticed spoke up, "After that, you might be interested in this article." Alistair reached up to receive a copy of the most recent Daily Prophet and the doctor left the room as quietly as she had entered.
"BLOOD-SELLING, FRENZIED VAMPIRE BRUTALLY ATTACKS UNSPEAKABLE DURING WORK MISSION," The headline of the article read. Alistair scoffed in spite of himself at the dramatics of the press. Failed vampiric transformation... Confidential work mission... He skimmed the article until a quote from his boss appeared. How could he forget? He had to get back to work immediately.
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Upon birth, it was clear that there was something off about Caitriona Dewine. She was a stony-eyed child, more so than her father whose eyes retained a hint of blueness even after the incident. Her skin was nearly paper-white with a rosy touch to her cheeks and nose. And, although her other teeth grew in normally, no canines ever visibly developed. It was rather obvious that she was a dhampir like her father.
Growing up, Caitriona's blood status did not affect her as much as one would expect. Pencaitland, her town of residence, was not known for sunshine but her nannies still saddled her with a floppy hat whenever she went to play outside for extended periods of time. The hat was slowly replaced by extensive amounts of magical sunscreen and skincare. It was a less embarrassing solution but it was also imperfect. Her cheeks and part line usually carried a red tint from extensive sun exposure.
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A majority of the mid-ranked were looking out the window longingly. The prospect of taking a portkey anywhere but home was unappetizing, especially to Edinburgh where the wind and rain would surely be worse than the current London climate. The only volunteer to take on the assignment was Alistair, a fresh-faced, scraggly intern with an intense desire to please his boss. (He had graduated from Hogwarts only 6 months prior but he had heard that a promotion was soon to become available. If he took on unpleasant assignments such as this one his boss would surely overlook his age and focus on his ample capabilities.) A few dubious looks were shared but all doubts were silenced with the relief at not having to undertake the mission themselves.
So, Alistair set out alone to Edinburgh and entered the house of the seer without failure. That was the first step of the mission and last he could remember before the world faded to black.
Continuous murmuring and footsteps took him from his sleep. He blinked at the bright light streaming from the window. It reflected off the clinically white walls of St. Mungo's and, in comparison to the darkness, it felt like he was staring at the sun. Why was everything so bright? Alistair shifted his head so he was face down in the cot.
"You've transformed. Take a moment to rest," A soft-voiced doctor who he had not noticed spoke up, "After that, you might be interested in this article." Alistair reached up to receive a copy of the most recent Daily Prophet and the doctor left the room as quietly as she had entered.
"BLOOD-SELLING, FRENZIED VAMPIRE BRUTALLY ATTACKS UNSPEAKABLE DURING WORK MISSION," The headline of the article read. Alistair scoffed in spite of himself at the dramatics of the press. Failed vampiric transformation... Confidential work mission... He skimmed the article until a quote from his boss appeared. How could he forget? He had to get back to work immediately.
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Upon birth, it was clear that there was something off about Caitriona Dewine. She was a stony-eyed child, more so than her father whose eyes retained a hint of blueness even after the incident. Her skin was nearly paper-white with a rosy touch to her cheeks and nose. And, although her other teeth grew in normally, no canines ever visibly developed. It was rather obvious that she was a dhampir like her father.
Growing up, Caitriona's blood status did not affect her as much as one would expect. Pencaitland, her town of residence, was not known for sunshine but her nannies still saddled her with a floppy hat whenever she went to play outside for extended periods of time. The hat was slowly replaced by extensive amounts of magical sunscreen and skincare. It was a less embarrassing solution but it was also imperfect. Her cheeks and part line usually carried a red tint from extensive sun exposure.
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Character Backstory:
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Caitriona was born in the small village of Pencaitland, Scotland. She was the first and only child of Belladonna Amato. Yes, that Belladonna. The well-known lead singer from the 90s wizarding band Quaffle Kerfuffle had finally settled down in a sleepy town in central Scotland. It was not her first choice of residences but it was the location of her her husband's estate and, as a half-blood without a manor, she went along with it. Any manor was considered luxurious in the eyes of a woman who couldn't keep more than a few galleons in Gringotts before spending it all.
Alistair Dewine liked his privacy. That was the reason he chose his vine-covered manor in the middle of nowhere and also the reason he worked with the Department of Mysteries. He was the sort of of worker who enjoyed his work so much that he buried himself in it. Every second of his day was spent at his dark, dreary desk. It was rare that he would talk of anything else but it (and there wasn't much to talk of given that it was the Department of Mysteries. They were called Unspeakables for a reason.)
For a majority of Caitriona's childhood, it was rare that her father was in his much-cherished abode. It was usually occupied by Caitriona, her mother, and a few house staff who did the errands for the family. (As a half-breed Alistair had a soft spot for house elves and did not wish to employ any.) However, there were almost always a few sisters of Belladonna around. They brought their children with them and filled up guest rooms upon guest rooms until they got tired of the gloomy manor and went home to London or southern Italy respectively. Her mother's side of the family was extensive. There were grandparents, more aunts and uncles than she could keep straight, and plenty of cousins to keep her company. They considered the union between the often-too-social wizarding rockstar and a workaholic dhampir an odd combination.
And an odd combination Bella and Alistair were. Caitriona was aware of it as well (once she was old enough to notice.) Her mother said many things and her father said barely any at all. Both of them had an unusual taste in decor with her mother preferring the punk style and her father often choosing gothic fashions. Caitriona's outfits in her youth were unusual combinations of the two, usually in red or black, and never what her classmates were wearing.
Once she was old enough to pick out her own clothes, Caitriona chose the exact opposite and did the exact opposite. She craved "coolness" and to fit in with her peers. After all, that's how one makes friends, right?
Caitriona's schooling consisted of a myriad of group classes for young wizarding children. Cai was never the best student nor the worst. There were several subjects she enjoyed more than the rest like reading, writing, and flying. Nevertheless, she was never exceptional at any of them which was likely because she only put in the bare minimum amount of effort to be within the tutor's good graces.
Nevertheless, Caitriona was deemed ready for Hogwarts at the appropriate age of 11. Her parents received the news of the acceptance gladly, as they were both alumni of the school themselves. Soon enough, she was sent off on a train to Scotland.
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Alistair Dewine liked his privacy. That was the reason he chose his vine-covered manor in the middle of nowhere and also the reason he worked with the Department of Mysteries. He was the sort of of worker who enjoyed his work so much that he buried himself in it. Every second of his day was spent at his dark, dreary desk. It was rare that he would talk of anything else but it (and there wasn't much to talk of given that it was the Department of Mysteries. They were called Unspeakables for a reason.)
For a majority of Caitriona's childhood, it was rare that her father was in his much-cherished abode. It was usually occupied by Caitriona, her mother, and a few house staff who did the errands for the family. (As a half-breed Alistair had a soft spot for house elves and did not wish to employ any.) However, there were almost always a few sisters of Belladonna around. They brought their children with them and filled up guest rooms upon guest rooms until they got tired of the gloomy manor and went home to London or southern Italy respectively. Her mother's side of the family was extensive. There were grandparents, more aunts and uncles than she could keep straight, and plenty of cousins to keep her company. They considered the union between the often-too-social wizarding rockstar and a workaholic dhampir an odd combination.
And an odd combination Bella and Alistair were. Caitriona was aware of it as well (once she was old enough to notice.) Her mother said many things and her father said barely any at all. Both of them had an unusual taste in decor with her mother preferring the punk style and her father often choosing gothic fashions. Caitriona's outfits in her youth were unusual combinations of the two, usually in red or black, and never what her classmates were wearing.
Once she was old enough to pick out her own clothes, Caitriona chose the exact opposite and did the exact opposite. She craved "coolness" and to fit in with her peers. After all, that's how one makes friends, right?
Caitriona's schooling consisted of a myriad of group classes for young wizarding children. Cai was never the best student nor the worst. There were several subjects she enjoyed more than the rest like reading, writing, and flying. Nevertheless, she was never exceptional at any of them which was likely because she only put in the bare minimum amount of effort to be within the tutor's good graces.
Nevertheless, Caitriona was deemed ready for Hogwarts at the appropriate age of 11. Her parents received the news of the acceptance gladly, as they were both alumni of the school themselves. Soon enough, she was sent off on a train to Scotland.
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First Instance of Magic:
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Caitriona's first instance of magic was heavily anticipated. As the only child of two wizarding parents, magical abilities were expected. It was confirmed on the 7th of November, 2018 when she was 5 years old. For once, her father was home and his side of the family had all decided to visit at once, causing a large, pureblood-style banquet feast. In order to be polite she had been told to clear her whole plate. However, the casserole in front of her appeared to be made of tubeworms. Absolutely disgusting. (She had been told that it was eggplant but the preparation looked suspicious...)
Caitriona picked at the "tubeworms," as she looked around to see if anyone was watching her. The young girl took a deep breath as she brought her fork to meet her lips. Just as she was about to take a bite, the eggplant worm slipped off of her fork and began to slither towards the center of the table. Her grandmother let out an ear-splitting shriek as Caitriona's dinner came alive and began to spread.
The worms detransformed as quickly as they had awakened and clumps of eggplant casserole covered the entire tablecloth. The entire table had their eyes on the 5-year-old girl. It looked like Caitriona would be in trouble...
Caitriona picked at the "tubeworms," as she looked around to see if anyone was watching her. The young girl took a deep breath as she brought her fork to meet her lips. Just as she was about to take a bite, the eggplant worm slipped off of her fork and began to slither towards the center of the table. Her grandmother let out an ear-splitting shriek as Caitriona's dinner came alive and began to spread.
The worms detransformed as quickly as they had awakened and clumps of eggplant casserole covered the entire tablecloth. The entire table had their eyes on the 5-year-old girl. It looked like Caitriona would be in trouble...
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Character name (First and last name): Stephen Pacheco
School Year or Adult Level: 1st year
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Character Statistics:
Stamina - 8
Wisdom - 5
Strength - 8
ArcPower - 6
Accuracy - 8
Character Special Race/Talent: Human
Character Backstory:
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School Year or Adult Level: 1st year
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Character Statistics:
Stamina - 8
Wisdom - 5
Strength - 8
ArcPower - 6
Accuracy - 8
Character Special Race/Talent: Human
Character Backstory:
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His life before Hogwarts was somewhat typical of those who grew up within pure-blood families; somewhat coddled and far away from anything with Muggle influence. On a farm that his family owned, wrangling animals from jackalopes to puffskeins as well as taking care of several chickens with the help of his three siblings: two sisters and one younger brother. All of which he gets along relatively well with despite the frequency of prank wars. The home they occupy is a large dwelling, and perhaps even far larger than what is necessary, but his parents refuse to downsize the generational home. Daily tasks are often done through the form of magic that his parents controlled seeing as he and two of his younger siblings were far too young to be able to do such things. Any and all schooling the siblings received were done by their mother.
First Instance of Magic:
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At the age of seven, while attempting to sneak into the puffskein enclosure at night, he panicked at a sound from within the forest. The shock creating a tiny explosion of magic, releasing their prized pets all across the yard.
STATUS: Pending, Zach Zaphiere, 3 September
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STATUS: Pending, Zach Zaphiere, 28 September
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Character name: Paul doe
School Year or Adult Level: 1 year
Link to the character page: https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=33962
Character Statistics: stamina: 7|evasion: 6|strength: 7|wisdom: 6| arcane power: 3|accuracy: 6
Character Backstory: Mom who is a muggle, and Dad who is a wizard. After Mom found out Dad was a wizard, Mom disappeared. Dad abandoned Paul at the age of 1 and left him to left him to his aunt and Uncle. Paul's aunt and uncle who where both muggles, he lived a nice life making pranks at school(muggle school). One day his dad decided to take Paul back, and Paul lived with his dad at the age of 8, from there he discovered quidditch, his favorite team being the Wimbourne Wasps.
First Instance of Magic: One day at school he was sitting in detention after he got caught putting toothpaste in the teachers lunch. He was daydreaming about the teacher eating toothpaste and barfing, then he started day dreaming about running home. And there was a loud crack, and a pop as Paul stumbled and fell, looking up he found himself in the courtyard.
School Year or Adult Level: 1 year
Link to the character page: https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=33962
Character Statistics: stamina: 7|evasion: 6|strength: 7|wisdom: 6| arcane power: 3|accuracy: 6
Character Backstory: Mom who is a muggle, and Dad who is a wizard. After Mom found out Dad was a wizard, Mom disappeared. Dad abandoned Paul at the age of 1 and left him to left him to his aunt and Uncle. Paul's aunt and uncle who where both muggles, he lived a nice life making pranks at school(muggle school). One day his dad decided to take Paul back, and Paul lived with his dad at the age of 8, from there he discovered quidditch, his favorite team being the Wimbourne Wasps.
First Instance of Magic: One day at school he was sitting in detention after he got caught putting toothpaste in the teachers lunch. He was daydreaming about the teacher eating toothpaste and barfing, then he started day dreaming about running home. And there was a loud crack, and a pop as Paul stumbled and fell, looking up he found himself in the courtyard.
STATUS: Pending, Zach Zaphiere, 3 September
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1. The link attached in this form isn't directed to your encyclopedia page.
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STATUS: Pending, Zach Zaphiere, 28 September
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STATUS: Closed, Zach Zaphiere, 4 October
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Character name (First and last name): Eirene Tilbury
School Year or Adult Level: 1st year
Does any Profile Card info need changing?: Name needs to be changed to Eirene Tilbury and her blood status needs to be changed to half-blood due to her mom being a squib. Can her residence also be changed to London?
Link to the character page: x
Character Statistics: stamina 5 - evasion 6 - strength 3 - wisdom 7 - acc 7 - accuracy 7.
Character Special Race/Talent: n/a
Character Backstory:ReducioThe Tilburys were old money one of the most prestigious families in the United States. Their grandfather had built their company off the oil rig which had launched their family into wealth. Yes, William Tilbury was born into a traditional family deeply engrained with their values, his sisters had been debutants and had learned to sew and dance while he alone was raised to take on the family business always a step higher than his sisters. And to be frank he also believed this about himself and the other people around him. Trained and groomed to become one of the best generations in the Noltons he eventually decided that the South was getting boring and headed to the University of Cambridge to further his education.
During this time a pureblood family was going through significant turmoil. Their matriarch (great-grandmother) had recently passed and during this time there was a struggle for power especially with her two grandsons, Maxwell and Thomas Ashworth. Although Thomas Ashworth had a significant claim Maxwell was determined to pick fights with him and remain a thorn in his side. But Maxwell had a plan. He only had one child, a squid useless at magic but perfect for following his orders. Maxwell had raised her to be obedient to him and with magic still flowing through her veins she would make the perfect housewife for a pureblooded gentleman. After months of planning and discussing he was finally able to secure a marriage with the Sanori family who wanted to pair their youngest son with a nice pureblood girl.
The pair were married in the summer which to Natalie had felt like a dream. She had always imagined she would grow old and live in her father's manor to high status to work a manual job but too low ranking to perform any high ranking ones. Now at the age of 20, she would be married and wed to a notorious womanizer Earl Scapelli. During the marriage, she had one child who she named Lucas before deciding she wanted out of this marriage. She had little to no contact with her son and from the way the servants acted it would seem like she never would. With the support of her maid, Cecilia, Natalie divorced Earl losing custody of her son and being disowned by her family in the process. Natalie went to the Muggle world to live with Cecilia's muggle aunt who helped her grow accustomed to muggle life which she found quite endearing. She found work in the Aunt's flower shop where she spent most of her time, occasionally enjoying her newfound freedom and touring around the Muggle world. It was there that she met William.
After much struggle the two eventually fell in love changing Willaim for the better. Natalie confessed her heritage to William however without the ability to back it up it fell on deaf ears and William assumed she was telling a childhood dream. The pair married although there was plenty of pushback from the Tilbury's but Willaim decided to ignore their concerns and threats of disownment since he was already well accomplished. They had their firstborn well into their first year of marriage named Eunomia by the time she had arrived the couple had decided to stay and plant their roots in England. Their second child who was born 2 years later, a male who was named Endymion and then dubbed heir since birth. It wasn't until Eunomia, named after one of the Horea, had her first magical instance that William began to believe in the existence of the wizarding world. 2 years after Endymion, they welcomed their third and last child Eirene.
Eirene was raised in a warm and welcoming environment although she saw her mother much more than her father. However, her father still held onto his traditional values with the standards that he had set for his daughters there was little to no pressure put on her to succeed instead he pushed them towards dancing or needlework. He focused a lot of his time and attention towards his only son giving him the exact same upbringing he had received and causing a rift between Endymion and his sisters. Not much for being an academic warrior like her older siblings Eirene did enjoy having good grades as it meant a new purse or pair of shoes before her next allowance came in. Although not academically inclined she was rather fond of music, she could be found in her private music room playing multiple instruments from flutes to pianos. Her obsession with keeping her objects clean led the her perfection complex, every medal was got to every shoe was polished to perfection. She was taught at home by a governess until she turned 6, and then she was sent to a private academy before ultimately receiving the Hogwarts acceptance letter. The small family didn't have much contact with the father's side besides business and the annual family gathering.
After the eldest daughter had gone to Hogwarts the family began to form rifts. Eunomia had begun to challenge her father's thinking left and right often leading to large arguments. When Eunomia had informed her family she wanted to pursue politics and law in the Wizarding world, she had come to love it more than the Muggle world. When it was Endymion's turn to leave he hadn't come back after the first year was over, which Eirene suspected he wanted to avoid their father. Eunomia still kept in contact with her mother and younger sister writing to them about her recent studies and exams. When Eirene turned 11 Eunomia decided to return for the summer in order to help ready her little sister for the journey to Hogwarts. Eirene was excited to reunite with her sister and finally see the world that had led her siblings astray.
First Instance of Magic:ReducioWhen she was 7 during one of her family's routine Sunday dinners, the servants had misplaced the vase on the table center. As she stared at it she also noticed how the painting to her left was also slightly off combined with her sibling's misplaced utensils these details began to annoy her. Irritated in what seemed like a coincidence the vase slid across the table into place, the painting corrected itself, and the utensils slid back into perfection. However, after 30 minutes her family's utensils eventually returned to their previous state much to Harriet's frustration.
STATUS: Approved, Zach Zaphiere, August 3
Last edited by Eirene Tilbury on 1 Sep 2024, 02:12, edited 1 time in total.
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Character name Vikus Storm:
School Year : First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? No
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?t=33994
Character Statistics: Stats: Sta 6| Eva 6 | Str 7 | Wis 6 | Arc 5 | Acc 5
Character Special Race/Talent: Human
History/Background Story: I’m of average height for my age with a slim build. My hair is strikingly white, styled in a slightly tousled way. My eyes are a vivid blue. I have a pale complexion and usually wear casual, sporty clothes that keep me comfortable and ready for anything.
I’m really curious and always excited to try new things. I’m friendly and like helping my friends whenever I can. Sometimes I get so enthusiastic that I act without thinking, but I’m working on being a bit more careful. I love coming up with creative ideas and always enjoy new adventures that help me learn and grow.
I live in a cozy, modest flat in a bustling wizarding community with my single mother. We didn’t have much, but our home was always filled with warmth and enchantment. My mother worked as an Auror, often bringing her magical cases home, so our living room was a lively jumble of spell ingredients, enchanted sketches, and magical artifacts. My father moved to a different magical jurisdiction so that I could stay with my mother and attend Hogwarts.
I had a few close friends from other pure-blood families, and we enjoyed spending time at the grand Wizarding Emporium or the elegant local park. We would play magical games, exchange enchanted trinkets, and dream up elaborate adventures. Our weekends were often spent exploring the magical district and attending exclusive community events.
Even though we have a lot of money, my mom made sure we had rich experiences. She’d tell me stories about different cases and wanted wizards and witches, sparking my imagination and love for adventure. Our small apartment was always buzzing with creativity and laughter, making it a special place to grow up.
First Incident Of magic
While I was Ten years old sitting and examining my collection of enchanted crystal spheres, they suddenly began to glow and float, merging their light into intricate constellations and weaving dazzling, interactive light shows that filled the room with a spellbinding display of magical energy.
School Year : First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? No
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?t=33994
Character Statistics: Stats: Sta 6| Eva 6 | Str 7 | Wis 6 | Arc 5 | Acc 5
Character Special Race/Talent: Human
History/Background Story: I’m of average height for my age with a slim build. My hair is strikingly white, styled in a slightly tousled way. My eyes are a vivid blue. I have a pale complexion and usually wear casual, sporty clothes that keep me comfortable and ready for anything.
I’m really curious and always excited to try new things. I’m friendly and like helping my friends whenever I can. Sometimes I get so enthusiastic that I act without thinking, but I’m working on being a bit more careful. I love coming up with creative ideas and always enjoy new adventures that help me learn and grow.
I live in a cozy, modest flat in a bustling wizarding community with my single mother. We didn’t have much, but our home was always filled with warmth and enchantment. My mother worked as an Auror, often bringing her magical cases home, so our living room was a lively jumble of spell ingredients, enchanted sketches, and magical artifacts. My father moved to a different magical jurisdiction so that I could stay with my mother and attend Hogwarts.
I had a few close friends from other pure-blood families, and we enjoyed spending time at the grand Wizarding Emporium or the elegant local park. We would play magical games, exchange enchanted trinkets, and dream up elaborate adventures. Our weekends were often spent exploring the magical district and attending exclusive community events.
Even though we have a lot of money, my mom made sure we had rich experiences. She’d tell me stories about different cases and wanted wizards and witches, sparking my imagination and love for adventure. Our small apartment was always buzzing with creativity and laughter, making it a special place to grow up.
First Incident Of magic
While I was Ten years old sitting and examining my collection of enchanted crystal spheres, they suddenly began to glow and float, merging their light into intricate constellations and weaving dazzling, interactive light shows that filled the room with a spellbinding display of magical energy.
STATUS: Denied, Zach Zaphiere, 4 September
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Character name (First and last name): Elias Andrès Mendoza
School Year or Adult Level: first year
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Character Statistics:
Character Special Race/Talent: Metamorphmagus (WC: 596)
Character Backstory: (WC: 469)
First Instance of Magic:
School Year or Adult Level: first year
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Stamina: 5
Evasion: 4
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 5
ArcPower: 7
Accuracy: 5
Evasion: 4
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 5
ArcPower: 7
Accuracy: 5
Character Special Race/Talent: Metamorphmagus (WC: 596)
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Even though Elias had only his adoptive father side of the family as wizards, he had pure-blood in his veins: both his biological parents were descendants of two ancient pure-blood families who could quite pridefully claim there were little to no muggles in them. It wasn’t a surprise to know that more than one member of both families, here and there through the centuries, showed to have inherited the gene of Metamorphmagic, and probably passed it to the next generations.
The cases of Metamorphmagi weren’t many, but more than one for sure, and even if it had been a few generations since the last one everyone knew the gene was still around, waiting to be manifested again in a future baby.
Elias’ first days of life weren’t the happiest: after a long and hidden pregnancy, Elias’s parents were caught with their baby, a baby that embodied the union of two families that were at conflict since too many centuries, and were forced to let him go, make him disappear as soon as possible before anyone else could see him. There was simply no time to get to know him, and maybe realize that he could have inherited the gene, being a descendant of both families.
A Spanish couple chose to adopt Elias, thinking he was just an adorable and unlucky baby who needed care and a family, and for the first months everything really seemed that way: he was a healthy and happy baby, energetic and curious, and full of life. Everything changed one night, a few months after Elias' adoption, during a particularly heavy thunderstorm.
It was quite late in the night, and everyone was already sleeping in the Mendoza household. Someone forgot to close Elias’ bedroom curtains that night, probably because of being tired from a long day of work, and suddenly a thunder fell a bit too close from the household, close enough to wake Elias up in fright and shock. He started crying, inconsolable from the fear, until his mom went to comfort him: his crying was so intense that she didn’t even pay attention to the fact that the center of his face turned a warm red, thinking she was still half-asleep and Elias had such a fair skin color it was normal to color up during those intense tantrums. His eyes also turned bright yellow, but the color was too hidden from the tears for his mum to notice. She managed to calm him and went back to sleep, as nothing had happened.
Cases like that kept popping up here and there, and finally one time his parents noticed something wasn’t right: Elias had turned his hair completely green after tripping over and falling in the grass of their backyard! Luckily, they had some knowledge of Metamorphmagi, and even though it wasn’t common to see one, all clues pointed to that one conclusion: Elias was a Metamorphmagus, as it was later confirmed by his father’s side of family, that during a family gathering witnessed Elias’ hair going completely white after tripping and falling on the ground in front of everyone. Luckily, he was already homeschooled, so once the doubts were cleared it was just a matter of teaching him how to control the transformations.
Growing up Elias managed to hide as much as possible big changes when in public, but unfortunately his parents were unable to provide him with a proper training and tried their best to support him with books and theoretical training, hoping that once he got in Hogwarts he could have trained properly with other Metamorphmagi perhaps.
The cases of Metamorphmagi weren’t many, but more than one for sure, and even if it had been a few generations since the last one everyone knew the gene was still around, waiting to be manifested again in a future baby.
Elias’ first days of life weren’t the happiest: after a long and hidden pregnancy, Elias’s parents were caught with their baby, a baby that embodied the union of two families that were at conflict since too many centuries, and were forced to let him go, make him disappear as soon as possible before anyone else could see him. There was simply no time to get to know him, and maybe realize that he could have inherited the gene, being a descendant of both families.
A Spanish couple chose to adopt Elias, thinking he was just an adorable and unlucky baby who needed care and a family, and for the first months everything really seemed that way: he was a healthy and happy baby, energetic and curious, and full of life. Everything changed one night, a few months after Elias' adoption, during a particularly heavy thunderstorm.
It was quite late in the night, and everyone was already sleeping in the Mendoza household. Someone forgot to close Elias’ bedroom curtains that night, probably because of being tired from a long day of work, and suddenly a thunder fell a bit too close from the household, close enough to wake Elias up in fright and shock. He started crying, inconsolable from the fear, until his mom went to comfort him: his crying was so intense that she didn’t even pay attention to the fact that the center of his face turned a warm red, thinking she was still half-asleep and Elias had such a fair skin color it was normal to color up during those intense tantrums. His eyes also turned bright yellow, but the color was too hidden from the tears for his mum to notice. She managed to calm him and went back to sleep, as nothing had happened.
Cases like that kept popping up here and there, and finally one time his parents noticed something wasn’t right: Elias had turned his hair completely green after tripping over and falling in the grass of their backyard! Luckily, they had some knowledge of Metamorphmagi, and even though it wasn’t common to see one, all clues pointed to that one conclusion: Elias was a Metamorphmagus, as it was later confirmed by his father’s side of family, that during a family gathering witnessed Elias’ hair going completely white after tripping and falling on the ground in front of everyone. Luckily, he was already homeschooled, so once the doubts were cleared it was just a matter of teaching him how to control the transformations.
Growing up Elias managed to hide as much as possible big changes when in public, but unfortunately his parents were unable to provide him with a proper training and tried their best to support him with books and theoretical training, hoping that once he got in Hogwarts he could have trained properly with other Metamorphmagi perhaps.
Character Backstory: (WC: 469)
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Elias was born in London, England, from two pure-blood young wizards, whose families were in a long and ancient feud. His parents tried to hide first the pregnancy and then Elias from the elders of the families, but just after a few days of life he was discovered and the young parents were put under a difficult decision: make him disappear forever and never see each other again, or being disowned by their families, as their child would have brought nothing but chaos and more conflict among their families.
Unfortunately, they chose to let Elias go before anyone outside of their families could see him or acknowledge his existence, but since their child shouldn't have existed in first place they had to search for a place where no one would have looked for him, or where he wasn't going to pop back up in immediate times: they decided to leave him in a foster home so that he could have been raised far from them and be hidden from everyone until the inevitable letter from Hogwarts, and hopefully become an ordinary wizard with no connection to them, pursuing his life as any other wizard. They, on the other side, could have pretended that the baby had never existed and they could have the time to go back to their old lives, never to see each other again and hiding or destroying any possible clue that could trace Elias back. Elias was such an adorable baby that immediately caught the attention of many couples, and was adopted by a spanish couple living in London: they kept his original name and gave him a second spanish name, Andrès.
A year later they all moved back to Valencia, Spain for a few years, where Elias was homeschooled, as his adoptive father was a wizard, while his adoptive mother was a muggle, and lived a quite ordinary and happy childhood despite being conscious of being adopted: he knew his biological parents left him to foster care, but didn't care much about them. He loved his adoptive parents so much he didn't care much about his origins, and never really questioned or asked anyone. He developed a bubbly and joyful personality, made many friends throughout the way, and learned both Spanish and English. They all returned to England when Elias was 10, as his parents both got relocated to England for job reasons, and short after Elias received his letter from Hogwarts, confirming what everyone already knew.
His parents were just as curious as him regarding his future life at Hogwarts: they were surely a bit sad to see their child leave for school, but they knew it was the right place to go, so that he could stay with other wizards and learn to control his powers, and probably befriend the entire castle.
Unfortunately, they chose to let Elias go before anyone outside of their families could see him or acknowledge his existence, but since their child shouldn't have existed in first place they had to search for a place where no one would have looked for him, or where he wasn't going to pop back up in immediate times: they decided to leave him in a foster home so that he could have been raised far from them and be hidden from everyone until the inevitable letter from Hogwarts, and hopefully become an ordinary wizard with no connection to them, pursuing his life as any other wizard. They, on the other side, could have pretended that the baby had never existed and they could have the time to go back to their old lives, never to see each other again and hiding or destroying any possible clue that could trace Elias back. Elias was such an adorable baby that immediately caught the attention of many couples, and was adopted by a spanish couple living in London: they kept his original name and gave him a second spanish name, Andrès.
A year later they all moved back to Valencia, Spain for a few years, where Elias was homeschooled, as his adoptive father was a wizard, while his adoptive mother was a muggle, and lived a quite ordinary and happy childhood despite being conscious of being adopted: he knew his biological parents left him to foster care, but didn't care much about them. He loved his adoptive parents so much he didn't care much about his origins, and never really questioned or asked anyone. He developed a bubbly and joyful personality, made many friends throughout the way, and learned both Spanish and English. They all returned to England when Elias was 10, as his parents both got relocated to England for job reasons, and short after Elias received his letter from Hogwarts, confirming what everyone already knew.
His parents were just as curious as him regarding his future life at Hogwarts: they were surely a bit sad to see their child leave for school, but they knew it was the right place to go, so that he could stay with other wizards and learn to control his powers, and probably befriend the entire castle.
First Instance of Magic:
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it occurred when Elias was 5, when he and his parents were back in England for a few months during summer break. It was almost bedtime, and Elias was just too awake and full of energy to go to sleep. His parents tried everything to make him go to bed, from reading stories to cuddles, but there was nothing to do: he was still jumping on his bed. And the jumpings were such energic and carefree that he started flowing up in the air, at some point. Just a few seconds, just enough for his parents to realise what he was doing, and then he was back on his bed, feeling really sleepy.
STATUS: Pending, Emma Wynn, September 9, 2024
-The adoption of a magical child to a muggle family would not be allowed to occur as this would certainly lead to a breach of the International Statute of Secrecy, even more so with a Metamorphmagus. The pure-blood parents also would not have been able to interact with the muggle world as they were raised fully in the magical world. They would have no knowledge of muggle foster homes, how to locate one or how to interact with the foster system. Please remove any mention of Elias being raised in the muggle world.
-Why would Elias’ parents have been disowned by the wizarding world for caring for their own child? Please note we do not allow plot lines that will force other characters to have prior knowledge of the plot.
STATUS: Approved, Emma Wynn, September 12, 2024[/quote
Last edited by Elias Mendoza on 10 Sep 2024, 12:57, edited 4 times in total.
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Index Registration
Character name (First and last name):
Astrid Nereim
School Year or Adult Level:
1st
Does any Profile Card info need changing?
No
Link to the character page:
viewtopic.php?p=1059872#p1059872
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 6
Strength: 0
Wisdom: 6
Arcane Power: 10
Accuracy: 8
Character Special Race/Talent:
None
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
Astrid Nereim
School Year or Adult Level:
1st
Does any Profile Card info need changing?
No
Link to the character page:
viewtopic.php?p=1059872#p1059872
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 6
Strength: 0
Wisdom: 6
Arcane Power: 10
Accuracy: 8
Character Special Race/Talent:
None
Character Backstory:
Reducio
For every Nereim generation in the past several hundred years, there has been at least one witch or wizard who decided (wrongly) that they were the exception to the rule and began dabbling in the Dark Arts. Perhaps it was a family curse, or perhaps it was simply the family's close ties to Durmstrang, where such experimentation wasn't nearly as frowned upon as it should have been, but each time a child was born into the family name, the child's destiny teetered on the edge of a coin flip.
Astrid's parents didn't want that possible fate to befall their daughter, so they left the family castle and fled to England, where they reasoned a Hogwarts education would do a much better job of cautioning Astrid about the dangers of the Dark Arts.
Astrid grew up lonely. After all, she lived in a predominantly muggle town, and, even with her parents' attempts to humble her, the rest of her family constantly whispered in her ear about her own superiority to the non-magical folk of Norwich. She avoided the muggle children as a result, and the few magical children she befriended were mostly friends of diplomacy from other well-off magical families.
The conflicting advice of being told to respect muggles while also being told she was better than them in every way led to Astrid's crushing need to prove herself worthy of the family name she inherited. She rarely, if ever, refuses a challenge or a chance to prove herself, no matter the risk.
Astrid's parents didn't want that possible fate to befall their daughter, so they left the family castle and fled to England, where they reasoned a Hogwarts education would do a much better job of cautioning Astrid about the dangers of the Dark Arts.
Astrid grew up lonely. After all, she lived in a predominantly muggle town, and, even with her parents' attempts to humble her, the rest of her family constantly whispered in her ear about her own superiority to the non-magical folk of Norwich. She avoided the muggle children as a result, and the few magical children she befriended were mostly friends of diplomacy from other well-off magical families.
The conflicting advice of being told to respect muggles while also being told she was better than them in every way led to Astrid's crushing need to prove herself worthy of the family name she inherited. She rarely, if ever, refuses a challenge or a chance to prove herself, no matter the risk.
First Instance of Magic:
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Despite her bravado and the fact that her family castle is nestled neatly in a fjord in Norway, Astrid has an ironic fear of water. She can't swim, and boats scare the daylights out of her. It's only fitting, then, that this fear became the catalyst of her magical abilities awakening.
One day, when she was eight years old and on a potion ingredient harvesting trip in the woods with her mom, Astrid had a small fall and fell into a lake, but, instead of thrashing about in an attempt not to drown, Astrid found the water of the lake to be quite solid, and quite bouncy. She bounced on the jiggly, gelatin-like surface of the water until she finally found her feet back on solid ground.
Her letter from Hogwarts came a few years later, when she was on the cusp of her eleventh birthday, and her parents were immensely relieved.
One day, when she was eight years old and on a potion ingredient harvesting trip in the woods with her mom, Astrid had a small fall and fell into a lake, but, instead of thrashing about in an attempt not to drown, Astrid found the water of the lake to be quite solid, and quite bouncy. She bounced on the jiggly, gelatin-like surface of the water until she finally found her feet back on solid ground.
Her letter from Hogwarts came a few years later, when she was on the cusp of her eleventh birthday, and her parents were immensely relieved.
STATUS: Pending, Emma Wynn, September 9, 2024
-Please provide the age at which Astrid first experienced magic, and keep in mind it must occur between ages 3 - 11.
STATUS: Approved, Emma Wynn, September 10, 2024
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Character name (First and last name): Altar Lace
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? No
Link to the character page: here
Character Statistics:
STAMINA:
5
EVASION:
5
STRENGTH:
4
WISDOM:
7
ARCANE POWER:
7
ACCURACY:
7
Character Special Race/Talent: N/A
Character Backstory: Born and raised in the town of Swindon, England, to Eleanor and Roger Lace. His Mother, Eleanor, was a Witch who formerly worked as an Assistant in Ollivander's, while his Father was a Muggle Librarian by day and a "Podcaster" by Saturday Afternoons. He was gifted his Niffler, Ibis, at the age of 6 after his first instance of Magic, by his Aunt Imdelda. Back in Swindon he has a friend called Colleen, who is the daughter of the local Grocer. After his first instance of magic, his mother revealed her and her sister's magical lineage. None of this came to a surprise to his father, who had been told shorty after him and Eleanor got married. His Aunt, Imelda Lace, works as a (surprisingly easygoing) Unspeakable at the Ministry, and his Uncle frames paintings. Ibis has the legally questionable (but instinctive for all Nifflers) job of a full-time kleptomaniac.
Altar's relationship with his parents wasn't too strained or anything similar. His father usually expressed profound confusion when Altar and his Mother talked about profusely magical things, but this usually just ended with an explanation that usually ended up as a historical review of the Cleansweep-Comet industrial race. His mother and and Aunt Imelda don't usually write to each other, but this is mainly because Imelda currently lives on the outskirts of an unplottable inland Quintaped reserve, so communication via Owl is more than problematic. Hhis family don't really have any issues with House, and even though Eleanor was a Slytherin in her day she has no issues with him being in Gryffindor. Altar enjoys listening to the Wizarding Wireless Network, Michael Jackson music and reading about Quidditch.
Altar's first instance if magic was when he was six. At his Aunt Imelda's house, still unaware of his magical lineage, he found a strange silver pocket watch. Unfortunately, it was broken and had ceased to function. After trying to fiddle with the gears, he went up and left. Pounding his foot on he ground in frustration, the watch suddenly started working - not a second behind time. The watch itself was later revealed to be a concealed crystal ball, which was used in Aunt Imelda's work as an unspeakable.
Aka Mr. "I will not fight you, Dumbles"
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School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? No
Link to the character page: here
Character Statistics:
STAMINA:
5
EVASION:
5
STRENGTH:
4
WISDOM:
7
ARCANE POWER:
7
ACCURACY:
7
Character Special Race/Talent: N/A
Character Backstory: Born and raised in the town of Swindon, England, to Eleanor and Roger Lace. His Mother, Eleanor, was a Witch who formerly worked as an Assistant in Ollivander's, while his Father was a Muggle Librarian by day and a "Podcaster" by Saturday Afternoons. He was gifted his Niffler, Ibis, at the age of 6 after his first instance of Magic, by his Aunt Imdelda. Back in Swindon he has a friend called Colleen, who is the daughter of the local Grocer. After his first instance of magic, his mother revealed her and her sister's magical lineage. None of this came to a surprise to his father, who had been told shorty after him and Eleanor got married. His Aunt, Imelda Lace, works as a (surprisingly easygoing) Unspeakable at the Ministry, and his Uncle frames paintings. Ibis has the legally questionable (but instinctive for all Nifflers) job of a full-time kleptomaniac.
Altar's relationship with his parents wasn't too strained or anything similar. His father usually expressed profound confusion when Altar and his Mother talked about profusely magical things, but this usually just ended with an explanation that usually ended up as a historical review of the Cleansweep-Comet industrial race. His mother and and Aunt Imelda don't usually write to each other, but this is mainly because Imelda currently lives on the outskirts of an unplottable inland Quintaped reserve, so communication via Owl is more than problematic. Hhis family don't really have any issues with House, and even though Eleanor was a Slytherin in her day she has no issues with him being in Gryffindor. Altar enjoys listening to the Wizarding Wireless Network, Michael Jackson music and reading about Quidditch.
Altar's first instance if magic was when he was six. At his Aunt Imelda's house, still unaware of his magical lineage, he found a strange silver pocket watch. Unfortunately, it was broken and had ceased to function. After trying to fiddle with the gears, he went up and left. Pounding his foot on he ground in frustration, the watch suddenly started working - not a second behind time. The watch itself was later revealed to be a concealed crystal ball, which was used in Aunt Imelda's work as an unspeakable.
STATUS: Pending, Emma Wynn, September 9, 2024
-Please provide 220+ words on your character's history prior to Hogwarts. We do not count your first instance of magic in this word count so currently your background is 150 words. You can add more words by talking about Altar's relationship with his parents, did they get along or were there arguments? What did Altar do during the day, etc.?
STATUS: Pending, Emma Wynn, September 15, 2024
-Please ensure your background and FIOM is the same as your encyclopedia post.
STATUS: Approved, Sereia, Oct 6
Last edited by Altar Lace on 14 Sep 2024, 17:12, edited 4 times in total.
Aka Mr. "I will not fight you, Dumbles"
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