Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC: 451/400
ReducioThe finer things in life had always caught Koko’s gaze. Whenever she went shopping, it was always to the most upscale stores, and if it wasn’t, it was to find a niche, very luxurious item. Every time she looked in a mirror, the only proper reflection was simply perfection, and that meant she always had the nicest, sleekest, most fashionable outfits, and that her skin was always blemish-free but powdered and rouged nonetheless, and that her hair was always neatly combed or styled intricately.
Just saying she ‘cared how she looked’ was a hideously disgusting understatement. Yes, Koko cared about her looks—lovingly, methodically, to a degree that caused some to think of her as simply materialistic and likely caused others to think she was horribly vain.
Vain, yes. Horribly? That remained to be seen. Koko did put in quite a bit of effort to be seen as perfect, after all. She was an upstanding citizen, someone who looked almost heavenly when she didn’t try, and divine when she did—at least, that was the image she did her very best to curate. And she knew that very few people really looked inside a person—there was a reason the idiom, ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’, existed. It was human nature to internalise the exterior of a person.
More than that, she at least thought it was no secret that she wanted to be adored, to be wanted, to be complimented excessively and without rancour. She was intelligent enough to put two and two together—if she looked beautiful, if she gave excessive thought to how each facet of her appearance would ultimately craft a perfect, sharply-made persona, then others would view her just as she wanted to be perceived. They might compliment her ever-present lipstick, or might get lost in the sparkle of her eyes…
Well, perhaps that was a bit far-fetched. But it remained true that Koko’s vanity had, by the time she graduated Hogwarts, turned from a splintery wooden sword into a finely-honed blade that she was meticulously exploring the various uses of. From appearing sweet and helpful to coming across as menacing and holier-than-thou, she had begun to fully explore the spectrum of her emotions as well as how she could use her appearance to her advantage. Her lipstick and lacquered nails were a statement as much as they were a beloved form of self-expression; the intimidating click of her heels on hard floor gave her presence despite her quiet demeanour and lack of height.
Once again—vain, yes. Absolutely. She would not have argued with the observation and would have even embraced it.
But horribly?
Oh, a lovely creature could never be horrible as long as she was adored.
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 2
koko riddle · 'pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.'
'it always starts and ends with birds.' · cyrus darsel
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Cruciatus Curse
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioThe Cruciatus Curse had an unmatchable power and its ethic was often deemed to have a questionable character that required more than just what we see as magical ability, it demanded an emotional intensity and moral purity of intent possessed by few people. Akeem's transformation from trained Auror to hardened enforcer of justice sets the stage for his unconventional but effective use of this such merciless curse.
Akeem's transformation from professionally trained Auror to gritty justice enforcer leads the way into his unconventional but effective use of this such callous curse. Akeem started his working career as magical law enforcer at age 21, earning a place within the Auror Office with promises to maintain justice and safeguard the magical world against evil forces. He served eight tough years conducting combat operations that entailed high-risk investigations and field encounters that required rapid decisions and unparallellled discipline. It was under these trying circumstances—chasing dark witches and wizards through war-torn territories, rescuing victims of unlawful magical experimentation and coping with renegade practitioners of the Dark Arts—that Akeem not only honed his magical skills but was exposed to the darker aspects of wizardkind.
Unlike the majority that have been enticed by the seductive potential of the Cruciatus Curse, Akeem never went to it for cruelty or violence. His first use of the curse was in a covert operation where a renowned torturer, a retired dark operative, had abducted and was actually torturing innocents with cursed objects. At that time, negotiations had failed, defensive spells had been breached and time was running out for the victims. Having no other appropriate method to overcome the torturer, Akeem, with a righteous fury and the need to end the agony as quickly as possible, used the Cruciatus Curse.
This was a huge transition to his abilities and the discovery that in a state of heightened emotional clarity—based on justice and necessity—he could cast a spell that even most dare does not touch. In time, his application of the Cruciatus came to be rare and never without intense deliberation. He did not romanticize its impact nor recoil from the psychic burden it imposed and in mission reports afterward, he never once tried to justify or hide its deployment. Instead, he documented its application with integrity and responsibility
What sets Akeem apart is not only his ability to wield the curse but his mastery over the emotions required to invoke it incorruptibly. His strategic mindset has developed through years of high-risk field operations which allowed him to compartmentalize pain, anger, and fear—using them as tools rather than succumbing to them. He is not a sadist, but he is more of a soldier with tactician mastery and understands the grim realities of combat against dark forces.
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 2
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Herbology Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Word count = 449 words
ReducioEver since Kaitlyn started at Hogwarts and discovered there was an Herbology class, she immediately fell in love with it! One of the first things she did was volunteer to help out in the Greenhouse. She didn’t care at all if it made her look like a teacher’s pet! To her, nothing beat tending to a plant … watching it grow thanks to your efforts! It gave her much joy, and she found it fun to work with.
There was a problem, though! Kaitlyn was just a wee little firstie! So, there were not that many plants she could physically attend to. Don’t read that wrong, though! She loved every single plant she was allowed to be near! She made sure each had fertilizer and watered them to their appropriate needs. As she tended to the plants, she often petted, cuddled, and talked to them. To help aid her ability to meet each plant’s needs, she began to keep a plant journal that she always carried in her satchel. Each plant she was allowed near had an entry: its name (even its muggle scientific name, when she cross-referenced information for when she went home over breaks), a sketch of the plant, some basic information, and what was needed to keep the plant happy and healthy!
Due to the fact that she wasn’t allowed near the plants in later years, Kaitlyn spent time she was not spending in the greenhouse reading books on Herbology. She found the subject fascinating, especially with all of the magical plants! And, when she came across muggle plants, she made sure to cross-reference the magical information with muggle information. Sure, it was likely already factored in. But she liked to be holistic and see the full picture. Besides, would it really be a problem to record extra information? It was far worse to record less!
For the magical plants she wasn’t allowed near just yet, Kaitlyn spent time writing information about each one, along with a sketch of the pictures from the book. She gleaned what information she could find from the textbook and from the books she found in the library. Whenever the class came across the plants in the years to come, she would make sure she updated her information.
Over the summers, Kaitlyn didn’t just stop caring about plants … although she had to learn to live with the fact that her plants in her dorm would be alright without her constant attention. She often studied her notes over the break and cross-referenced them with her textbook. Then, any additional muggle plants she found, she’d also make entries for. Whenever she had the chance, she’d study the plant knowledge she had accumulated.
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 2
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: calming presence.
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC: 469/400.
ReducioVictoria had always grown up in a quiet, strict household — the kind where you didn’t raise your voice and where silence were always there. As a child, she didn’t really fight it. Instead, she filled the silence with books. She read everything she could get her hands on, often losing herself for hours in stories and studies, especially about how people think, feel, and act. Over time, she started to notice things others didn’t — like how someone’s voice softened when they were tired, or how a glance could hide more than a hundred words.
She was never loud or the center of attention, but people gravitated toward her. Maybe it was because she didn’t interrupt. Maybe because she didn’t rush to give advice. She just… listened. Really listened. And in a world where most people were waiting for their turn to speak, that alone felt like something rare.
When Victoria started at Hogwarts, she didn’t try to stand out — but somehow, she did. Students who barely knew her felt oddly safe and calm around her. They’d start talking about their day, their worries, things they hadn’t told anyone else. She didn’t pry. She just nodded, maybe asked a gentle question, and let them take their time. Even if she said very little, people left those conversations feeling a little lighter.
There was a calmness about her that you couldn’t quite explain — it was in her quiet voice, in the way she held eye contact without making it uncomfortable, in how she always seemed to know when someone just needed to sit in silence. Her blue eyes could seem cold at first glance, but the more you talked to her, the more you noticed the steadiness in them — like she was truly there with you. Present.
She didn’t smile often, but when she did, a tiny dimple appeared on her right cheek. Her whole face softened, and there was this moment — brief but real — where it felt like everything was okay. Even if the world was falling apart, that small smile made people feel like they could handle it.
Victoria wasn’t perfect. She had days when she felt unsure of herself, when she overthought what she said, or felt like maybe she wasn’t doing enough. But even in those moments, she still showed up for others in quiet ways — offering a book recommendation to someone who seemed lost, sitting next to someone who looked like they didn’t want to be alone, or simply being there without expecting anything in return.
Her calm wasn’t a performance. It wasn’t something she forced. It was just who she was — someone who made you breathe a little deeper, think a little slower, and feel, somehow, like you belonged.
Reducionote: since English isnt my first language, i used AI to translate my orginal text, so it will be more perfect. here is the original:
Victoria her zaman sessiz, katı bir evde büyümüştü; sesinizi yükseltmediğiniz ve sessizliğin her köşede kaldığı türden bir ev. Çocukken buna karşı gerçekten savaşmadı. Bunun yerine sessizliği kitaplarla doldurdu. Eline geçen her şeyi okudu, özellikle insanların nasıl düşündüğü, hissettiği ve davrandığı hakkında saatlerce hikayeler ve çalışmalarla kendini farklı bir dünyada buldu. Zamanla başkalarının fark etmediği şeyleri fark etmeye başladı; örneğin birinin yorgun olduğunda sesinin nasıl yumuşadığını veya bir bakışın yüzlerce kelimeden fazlasını nasıl gizleyebileceğini fark etti.
Hiçbir zaman yüksek sesle konuşmadı veya ilgi odağı olmadı, ancak insanlar ona doğru çekildi. Belki de kimsenin sözünü kesmediği içindi. Belki de tavsiye vermek için acele etmediği içindi. Sadece... dinledi. Gerçekten dinledi. Ve çoğu insanın konuşma sırasının gelmesini beklediği bir dünyada, bu tek başına nadir bir şey gibi geldi.
Victoria Hogwarts'a başladığında öne çıkmaya çalışmadı, ancak bir şekilde öne çıktı. Onu zar zor tanıyan öğrenciler onun yanında garip bir şekilde güvende ve sakin hissediyorlardı. Günlerinden, endişelerinden, başka kimseye anlatmadıkları şeylerden bahsetmeye başlarlardı. O merak etmezdi. Sadece başını sallar, belki de nazik bir soru sorar ve onların zamanını almasına izin verirdi. Çok az şey söylese bile, insanlar bu konuşmalardan biraz daha hafif hissederek ayrılırdı.
Açıklayamadığınız bir sakinliği vardı onda — sessiz sesinde, rahatsız etmeden göz teması kurma biçiminde, birinin sadece sessizce oturması gerektiğini her zaman anlıyormuş gibi görünmesinde. Mavi gözleri ilk bakışta soğuk görünebilirdi, ancak onunla ne kadar çok konuşursanız, onlardaki kararlılığı o kadar çok fark ederdiniz — sanki gerçekten yanınızdaymış gibi. Ordaydı.
Sık sık gülümsemezdi, ancak gülümsediğinde sağ yanağında küçük bir gamze belirirdi. Tüm yüzü yumuşardı ve her şeyin yolunda olduğu hissi veren kısa ama gerçek bir an vardı. Dünya dağılıyor olsa bile, o küçük gülümseme insanlara bununla başa çıkabileceklerini hissettirirdi. Victoria mükemmel değildi. Kendinden emin olmadığı, söylediklerini fazla düşündüğü veya belki de yeterince şey yapmadığını hissettiği günler oluyordu. Ama o anlarda bile, yine de sessizce başkaları için oradaydı; kaybolmuş gibi görünen birine kitap tavsiyesinde bulunuyordu, yalnız kalmak istemiyormuş gibi görünen birinin yanına oturuyordu veya karşılığında hiçbir şey beklemeden orada bulunuyordu. Sakinliği bir gösteri değildi. Zorladığı bir şey değildi. O sadece kendisiydi; biraz daha derin nefes almanızı, biraz daha yavaş düşünmenizi ve bir şekilde ait olduğunuzu hissetmenizi sağlayan biriydi.
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 2
FOR Y2:
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Astronomy Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC: 461/400.
ReducioSince she had little else to do at home, Victoria had been reading all kinds of books ever since she first learned how to read. But the books she enjoyed the most — the ones she could talk about for hours — were usually about astronomy. She had read every astronomy book in her family’s large library, some of them more than once.
On nights when she couldn’t sleep, Victoria would open her bedroom window and spend hours staring at the night sky, inventing her own astronomy theories. She would compare these with the ones she had read in books and write down the ones she found interesting. Whenever she went to the bookstore with her family, she would pick out the astronomy books she was curious about, and record every thought and theory they inspired in a notebook she kept solely for astronomy.
Her mother had discovered the notebook one day and realized just how deep Victoria’s fascination with astronomy was — and she was pleased. As it turned out, Victoria’s mother had also been interested in astronomy during her own school years and remembered how she used to spend nights at the top of the tower, gazing at the stars.
Maybe that was why, even before Victoria officially started her Astronomy classes, her mother had already begun teaching her some of the charms used in the subject.
Victoria used to decorate her room with little star stickers and images of her favorite planets. The walls, her desk, even the edge of her bookshelf were covered in tiny pieces of the universe. Whenever she overheard a conversation about space or astronomy, she would immediately tune in, listening closely and turning the ideas over in her mind.
She often talked about astronomy with her mother — maybe that’s part of why she loved it so much. It was the one topic she could discuss with her mother without making her upset. Astronomy was their safe subject, a rare space where Victoria felt like she could speak freely, without walking on eggshells. It brought them together in a way nothing else really did.
When Victoria finally started at Hogwarts and took her first Astronomy lessons, she realized that most of the terms and topics were already familiar to her. She could answer nearly every question without even glancing at the textbook. After class, she often spent extra time reading advanced astronomy books and asking her professor thoughtful questions, all of which she carefully recorded in her astronomy notebook.
That notebook now contained far more than what was written in the course books — diagrams, questions, hypotheses, and insights that Victoria had collected and memorized over the years. It had become her personal astronomy archive, and she knew almost every page by heart.
Reducionote: since English isnt my first language, i used AI to translate my orginal text, so it will be more perfect. here is the original:
Victoria, evde yapacak başka bir şeyi olmadığı için okumayı öğrendiği andan beri farklı çeşitlerde kitap okurdu. Ama okumaktan en zavk aldığı ve üzerine saatlerce tartışabildiği kitaplar genellikle astronomi ile ilgili kitaplardı. Victoria ailesinin geniş kütüphanesindeki tüm astronomi kitaplarını okumuştu, bazılarını birden fazla kez.
Victoria geceleri uyuyamadığı zamanlar odasının penceresini açar, gökyüzünü saatlerce inceler ve kendince astronomi ile ilgili teoriler uydururdu. Bunları okuduğu kitaplardaki teoriler ile karşılaştırır, hoşuna gidenleri not alırdı. Ailesi ile kitapçıya gittiğinde merak ettiği astronomi kitaplarını satın alır ve bunlar ile ilgili düşüncelerinin her birini astronomi için özel olarak oluşturduğu defterine kaydederdi.
Victoria odasının her yerine küçük yıldızlar ve sevdiği gezegenlerin stickerlarını yapıştırırdı. Uzay ve astronomi ile ilgili bir konuşma duyduğu an dikkatlice dinler, fikirleri kafasında tartardı. Ayrıca annesi ile astronomi hakkında sohbet ederdi, belki de Victoria astronomiyi bu nedenle çok seviyordu. Annesi ile annesini kızdırmadan konuşabildiği tek konu astronomiydi.
Annesi Victoria'nın defterini bulunca kızının astronomiye olan ilgisini fark etmişti ve bu ilgi onun hoşuna gitmişti. Annesi de kendi yıllarında astronomiye hep ilgi duymuştu ve geceleri kulenin tepesinde yıldızları incelediğini hatırladı.
Annesi, belki de bu nedenle Victoria daha astronomi derslerine başlamadan ona derslerdeki bazı charms'ları öğretmişti.
Victoria Hogwarts'a başladığında ve astronomi derslerini aldığında terimlerle ve konularla familiar olduğunu fark etti. Soruların cevaplarının hepsini kitaba bakmadan yanıtlayabiliyordu. Ayrıca derslerden sonra ileri düzey astronomi kitaplarıyla vakit geçiriyor, aklına takılan soruları profesörüne sorarak bunları da defterine not alıyordu. Astronomiye özel tuttuğu defterinde ders kitaplarında yazandan daha fazla bilgi vardı, ve Victoria bu bilgilerin hepsini nerdeyse ezbere biliyordu.
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 2
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Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Fearless
Describe why this fits your character: 737/400 (oops-)
"I doubt you'll remember me with a smile."
iNPC Mikael Halldorson
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Fearless
Describe why this fits your character: 737/400 (oops-)
Reducio
Percival stared at the large wooden doors that seemed to stand in their oppressive silence. His breath seemed to catch in his chest like a fluttering bird trapped in a cage. As the white wings hit the cages' gleaming gold edges, he could feel it within his own chest cavity. As if they were colliding with the edges of his rib cage. Fleeting with their suffering as they cried out for freedom. A sentiment he himself echoed with an unusual lackluster feeling. Maybe it was becoming how helpless he felt as his hand came up to trace the wooden grain. Rough against his finger as he felt the pain of a splinter seating itself on the pad of his pointer finger. Percival's brows furrowed before he curled his finger in on itself to rap on the wooden door. A muffled voice echoed from behind the door, and Percival's hand reached down to the doorknob. Opening the door in one swift motion, revealing his Uncle hunched over his desk writing something. His Uncle didn't look up, busy scratching something into the parchment before him. Something so simple, and he could not help but feel stupid for standing there. "Close the door behind you, Percival." The dark-haired man spoke in a calm and detached manner. Percival's heart jumped heavily into his throat as he stared at the man who had been more of a father than his own. As he stepped in, he pushed the door mostly closed. He felt far too vulnerable to fully shut the door, not when he was about to do something that had haunted his very dreams for years. The scent of old smoke and ink stung his nose as he breathed in heavily. Shadows danced along the bookshelves that lined the walls, watching and waiting for something. "I know what you did." he said, his voice quiet but steady. His Uncle's hand stopped moving instantly, hovering in the air over where he had stopped writing, knuckles white as he gripped harshly onto his quill. Ink dripped down onto the paper. "And..what is it that you think you know?" His uncle asked, leaning back in his chair, the wood creaking beneath him. The older man's gaze met his own, flat and unreadable. Percival swallowed thickly as he tried to tamp down the wish to run away as he had two summers ago. Running away from the knowledge that the man before him was not the man that he had thought he was. And yet now. Something kept him rooted to his spot as he stared into his Uncle's dark eyes. Reflecting the same deep black of his own. No, he wasn't going to run anymore. Even if it killed him. He had faced much worse, his mind supplied. The rush of a bludger passing his head by mere centimeters, or the horrors in which this drasted school seemed to spit out each fucking year. Standing here looking his Uncle in the face as the silence hung in the air. He found himself not scared anymore. "I found his will. He was going to give you nothing." he spoke his tone breathless. Silence hung heavily as his Uncle's face twisted up between a look of pure anger and a veil of calm. "I'd be careful if I were you. Accusations have more weight than you know." His uncle spoke firmly. As if each syllable was being tacked into place. "And so does guilt." he spoke without flinching as he watched his Uncle stand up behind his desk. "Pray, do tell what you are planning to do with such a revelation?" His uncle said a dangerous edge beneath the tone. The older man had made his way around the desk, edging closer to him. And yet, Percival stood in his spot as if he were rooted there. "I don't know yet." he admitted. "But I know I'm done pretending that I don't know what you are." Percival's brows furrowed as he watched his uncle's mouth twist into something between a smile and a sneer. He wasn't too sure what he had opened, but as he turned and left the study, he could not help but feel a sense of relief. Even as it hurt like a sharp stabbing cut. Even as his Uncle called after him that he had better be careful.
Percival stared at the large wooden doors that seemed to stand in their oppressive silence. His breath seemed to catch in his chest like a fluttering bird trapped in a cage. As the white wings hit the cages' gleaming gold edges, he could feel it within his own chest cavity. As if they were colliding with the edges of his rib cage. Fleeting with their suffering as they cried out for freedom. A sentiment he himself echoed with an unusual lackluster feeling. Maybe it was becoming how helpless he felt as his hand came up to trace the wooden grain. Rough against his finger as he felt the pain of a splinter seating itself on the pad of his pointer finger. Percival's brows furrowed before he curled his finger in on itself to rap on the wooden door. A muffled voice echoed from behind the door, and Percival's hand reached down to the doorknob. Opening the door in one swift motion, revealing his Uncle hunched over his desk writing something. His Uncle didn't look up, busy scratching something into the parchment before him. Something so simple, and he could not help but feel stupid for standing there. "Close the door behind you, Percival." The dark-haired man spoke in a calm and detached manner. Percival's heart jumped heavily into his throat as he stared at the man who had been more of a father than his own. As he stepped in, he pushed the door mostly closed. He felt far too vulnerable to fully shut the door, not when he was about to do something that had haunted his very dreams for years. The scent of old smoke and ink stung his nose as he breathed in heavily. Shadows danced along the bookshelves that lined the walls, watching and waiting for something. "I know what you did." he said, his voice quiet but steady. His Uncle's hand stopped moving instantly, hovering in the air over where he had stopped writing, knuckles white as he gripped harshly onto his quill. Ink dripped down onto the paper. "And..what is it that you think you know?" His uncle asked, leaning back in his chair, the wood creaking beneath him. The older man's gaze met his own, flat and unreadable. Percival swallowed thickly as he tried to tamp down the wish to run away as he had two summers ago. Running away from the knowledge that the man before him was not the man that he had thought he was. And yet now. Something kept him rooted to his spot as he stared into his Uncle's dark eyes. Reflecting the same deep black of his own. No, he wasn't going to run anymore. Even if it killed him. He had faced much worse, his mind supplied. The rush of a bludger passing his head by mere centimeters, or the horrors in which this drasted school seemed to spit out each fucking year. Standing here looking his Uncle in the face as the silence hung in the air. He found himself not scared anymore. "I found his will. He was going to give you nothing." he spoke his tone breathless. Silence hung heavily as his Uncle's face twisted up between a look of pure anger and a veil of calm. "I'd be careful if I were you. Accusations have more weight than you know." His uncle spoke firmly. As if each syllable was being tacked into place. "And so does guilt." he spoke without flinching as he watched his Uncle stand up behind his desk. "Pray, do tell what you are planning to do with such a revelation?" His uncle said a dangerous edge beneath the tone. The older man had made his way around the desk, edging closer to him. And yet, Percival stood in his spot as if he were rooted there. "I don't know yet." he admitted. "But I know I'm done pretending that I don't know what you are." Percival's brows furrowed as he watched his uncle's mouth twist into something between a smile and a sneer. He wasn't too sure what he had opened, but as he turned and left the study, he could not help but feel a sense of relief. Even as it hurt like a sharp stabbing cut. Even as his Uncle called after him that he had better be careful.
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 2
"I doubt you'll remember me with a smile."
iNPC Mikael Halldorson
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Terrible Presence
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I'm writing in 3rd person
Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris to the Ground. Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris, ashes now.
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Terrible Presence
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Reducio
Nyx Blackheart was no soft angel.
She may have looked sometimes like one, but she can thoroughly assure you with a fear-inducing scowl that she is not.
She didn't like other people.
That was natural.
Other people didn't like her.
It was mutually assured that no-one would like each other.
And she liked that.
It was one of the best parts of being her, she would think.
Others wouldn't think it of course, but that was one of the best things about being unique.
Or about being a genius.
When she walked into a room, people stared at her, not because she was beautiful, which she was, but because of a morbid curiosity that there was just something wrong with her.
Not wrong as in she had some sort of physical deformation, or mental. Not even the clothes she wore, thought that might have had an effect.
But wrong as in the feeling that you get when you walk into a crypt that belongs to a stranger.
Wrong like when you feel a strangely cold breeze on your neck when you walk past a graveyard.
Or when a stranger on the street stares at you for just a bit too long to be comfortable.
That's the kind of wrong Nyx Blackheart brought with her everywhere.
There wasn't one person that wasn't affected by this in some way.
Everyone felt like that.
It just felt like she had walked in darkness for so long that when she cam into the light, the light refused to shine on her.
She had no friends because none would come near.
After all, who would want to get near those seemingly all-seeing bright green eyes?
No matter how innocent they looked at first glance, there was always something lurking beneath those depths.
She didn't mind that fact that people thought that she was strange.
As long as they don't bother me, I'll be happy.
That was one of her usual thoughts.
That's another reason why people thought she was strange.
She didn't cry like a child normally would when it's being rejected from society as a whole.
It would be a tragedy to any other child.
To her, it was the clearing to the path she wished to take.
Society accepting you was a rite of passage that every child wished dearly to pass.
She wished to burn it.
Society is full of idiots.
She would say that too.
Who would want to be in a society full of idiots?
Not her.
She merely picked herself up, dusted herself off, grabbed a book, and clambered up a tree.
The only thing she said was "You don't bother me and I don't bother you."
That was her stipulation.
And people accepted it faster than you could say "Quidditch."
She was happy about it.
After all, it's not every day your dream come true.
That was hers.
To be left alone, and to become like Severus Snape.
To be famous and to be feared.
This was a rather strange dream, but, then again.
She was a rather strange girl.
This ability of hers to cause people to stare in fear and curiosity was just that.
A gift.
Some people weren't even as affected by it, instead choosing to see who she was instead of what.
Even though one of her parents didn't think so.
Like her late mother.
Her late mother used to call it a curse.
A shame.
A black stench upon that family name.
But what about the other parent?
Her father.
The man that understood her ambitions better than anybody.
The one who told her to reach as far and she could, that she could do anything, be anybody, as long as she was working hard to achieve it.
She always took his words to heart.
She didn't know what her father thought other than that he was proud.
Proud to see her forge her own way and to light the world on fire.
Figuratively of course.
Or maybe not.
All Nyx Blackheart knew was that she has a presence that would send the very devil running for the hills.
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 2
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Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 -
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for:Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):Calming Presence
Your presence simply puts others at ease, if it is your carefree personality or the trust others have in you, the result is still the same. With you there, perhaps through your encouragement, your allies are able to better focus their spells and skills.
Effect: An aura of calm. Allies (defined at the START of an instance regardless of later betrayal) gain a 10% chance to auto-hit their chosen target. This does not stack.
WC: 416
ReducioThe angel of midnight - talk with me until it's light.
Often labelled as 'the quiet one', Elena was always a tranquil child, often curled up with a book or letting her imagination carry her to unknown realms. The sleepless night she had to endure as a child only reinforced the comfort she finds in stillness and solitude, something which pierces through her personality and looks.
Hair like liquid gold, eyes carrying the depths of the ocean - Elena seems to carry the glow of the moon reflecting on still water, ethereal and tranquil. Inside, her kindness flows like a quiet stream, carving its way even into the hardest of hearts. Whether it is by her appearance, her personality or the innate care she seems to possess for any soul that walks this earth, people seemed always drawn to confide in the young girl. Indeed, her empathy knows no bound, and those who've met her are quickly prone to melt under her soft, persistant warmth. She craves understanding of everyone around her, and seems to be forever yearning to mend the fractures of others.
Introverted and soft-spoken, the raven is often seen deeply buried in a book, and rarely takes an active role in conversations. Strangely enough, instead of drawing them away, it appears to be encouraging people into remaining by her side. Perhaps it was in the way she listened, or simply by her presence - in the same way the moon appease burning souls, it seems the honey-haired girl has a calming aftermath to her presence, the kind to put her peers at ease. People seemed to break easier before her, spilling the heaviness weighting on their hearts, trusting her to take for it. And she did. She always did. For the moonchild did her best to share the little light she had with everyone around her, and they seemed to seek her for it. While she never forced it, Elena sure did enjoy it, as it made her friends more likely to share the burdens each of them were carrying, giving her an occasion to lighten it. Appeasing, even to non-human creatures - cats and dogs, as well as forest animals seemed to find a home within her arms.
Tell me, Atlas, what is heavier - the world, or people's hearts ?
Overall, Elena seemed to have a quiet, calming quality to her presence, the kind that drew people into confiding their troubles, or simply to remain by her side, appeased by the soft aura emanating of her person.
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 2
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Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Sere Nade
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Statistically Relevant (+2 EVA)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Statistically Relevant (+2 EVA)
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Stats before ability :
STA 10
EVA 13
STR 4
WIS 8
ARC 8
ACC 9
Stats after ability :
STA 10
EVA 15
STR 4
WIS 8
ARC 8
ACC 9
STA 10
EVA 13
STR 4
WIS 8
ARC 8
ACC 9
Stats after ability :
STA 10
EVA 15
STR 4
WIS 8
ARC 8
ACC 9
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
Sere's second year as a Gryffindor duellist went pretty well, even better than she initially expected. Together with her team, she won every match and contributed to her house's victory in the Duelling Championship. Seemed so easy, didn't it? But the behind story actually was not that easy.
All her efforts to improve her stamina finally paid off, but Sere did not stop. She wanted to perfect her duelling skills. She sought for anything that could be potentially improved. One thing she wasn't satisfied after her first duel win in the Fall Games was the excruciating pain. The lioness managed to survive until the last round, but she walked off the piste with nearly zero stamina. Sere even fainted embarrassingly when she visited her new friend in the Hospital Wings right after the match. I don't want to feel this again. What should I do? That was one thing in her mind.
Sere started her research on how and what technique she could do to avoid the spells directed at her. At first, of course, she thought that the answer to every problem -including hers- was available in the library, but she realized the books only contained theory that was no longer enough for her. A bright light came as she received several offers to moderate duels. She moderated three unofficial duels within a short period before the Winter Games began. She observed how each duellist had their own dodging technique, compiling them into a mental database.
Learning while observing turned out to have a big impact on Sere. She took every new input from each duellist she moderated. She also remembered some advices she got from the duel captains during the locker room session. Practicing before the match was certainly something that should not be forgotten. She had a rematch with a new friend she gained after the Fall Games.
So, how was her performance? Well, with all the challenging -but fun- steps she went through, Sere began to show improvement in her evasion skills. She became the only duellist between the two teams who left the piste unscathed in the Winter Games. Once could be a luck, right? But Sere proved that her skills were not just a luck during the Spring Games. She was able to anticipate everything that came at her; many times, many different spells, and from different opposing duellists. For the second time, she was the only one who ended the game unscathed.
Sere continues to learn and improve herself. She has proven her ability, but the Gryffindor will not stop there. There are so many great matches from seniors that she can watch. She will continue to learn every evasion technique by spectating various duels and practicing afterward. Her ambition to be the best is up to the point where it feels like no one could put it out. Not even her parents, nor anyone close to her.
WC 485/400
All her efforts to improve her stamina finally paid off, but Sere did not stop. She wanted to perfect her duelling skills. She sought for anything that could be potentially improved. One thing she wasn't satisfied after her first duel win in the Fall Games was the excruciating pain. The lioness managed to survive until the last round, but she walked off the piste with nearly zero stamina. Sere even fainted embarrassingly when she visited her new friend in the Hospital Wings right after the match. I don't want to feel this again. What should I do? That was one thing in her mind.
Sere started her research on how and what technique she could do to avoid the spells directed at her. At first, of course, she thought that the answer to every problem -including hers- was available in the library, but she realized the books only contained theory that was no longer enough for her. A bright light came as she received several offers to moderate duels. She moderated three unofficial duels within a short period before the Winter Games began. She observed how each duellist had their own dodging technique, compiling them into a mental database.
Learning while observing turned out to have a big impact on Sere. She took every new input from each duellist she moderated. She also remembered some advices she got from the duel captains during the locker room session. Practicing before the match was certainly something that should not be forgotten. She had a rematch with a new friend she gained after the Fall Games.
So, how was her performance? Well, with all the challenging -but fun- steps she went through, Sere began to show improvement in her evasion skills. She became the only duellist between the two teams who left the piste unscathed in the Winter Games. Once could be a luck, right? But Sere proved that her skills were not just a luck during the Spring Games. She was able to anticipate everything that came at her; many times, many different spells, and from different opposing duellists. For the second time, she was the only one who ended the game unscathed.
Sere continues to learn and improve herself. She has proven her ability, but the Gryffindor will not stop there. There are so many great matches from seniors that she can watch. She will continue to learn every evasion technique by spectating various duels and practicing afterward. Her ambition to be the best is up to the point where it feels like no one could put it out. Not even her parents, nor anyone close to her.
WC 485/400
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 2
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: linky link
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: terrible presence
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
WC: 742/400 · all definitions from oxford languages on google
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: terrible presence
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
WC: 742/400 · all definitions from oxford languages on google
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un·set·tle
/ˌənˈsed(ə)l/
verb
cause to feel anxious or uneasy; disturb.
Stilted was her nature, her movements always deliberate and slow, robotic, unnatural, her voice warm yet her emerald gaze blank. Even when her features are schooled into submission, her eyes lift upwards at the edges, offering a delusion of warmth and kindness to the visage of a girl who is otherwise a paragon of emotional blankness.
Livia has been this way for quite some time despite the exuberance she possessed in her youth. She had always been stilted in social situations that did not have strict rules; she never said the right thing, or else she said too little, or else she said too much. Her mother said it was better not to talk than to say something wrong, that it was better to not express her wildest thoughts and feelings because it could be impolite, or otherwise ‘unbecoming’ of a ‘pure-blooded’ girl in high society.
This made it so that Livia’s interactions in pure-blood society became better. She followed a flowchart in her head, reminding her of how to act, of what to say, of who to be. At first glance, she was put-together, her actions just as prim and proper as her tight updo or her carefully-pressed clothing. There was nothing deeper than that, and after talking with her for enough time, one would notice that the girl rarely said anything of substance. Her voice was always warm, but that seemed to be its natural state; her inflection rarely shifted to betray any deeper emotion.
Adults tended not to mind this. Children, on the other hand, often found it difficult to relate to the girl, who also found it difficult to relate to them. Generally, when interacting with people her own age, Livia stood out like a sore thumb, and when she deigned to talk, something about her words simply seemed wrong. She didn’t have enough opinions. She didn’t have enough feelings. She didn’t understand their feelings enough. She seemed, sometimes, like she was from another world for how little she got along with children her age. Her stilted nature often unsettled them, at the very least, and for those who had interacted with her before, her presence could bring a slight chill to the children’s table at a pure-blood dinner.
ter·ri·ble
/ˈterəb(ə)l/
adjective
extremely unpleasant or disagreeable.
There were a few notable exceptions where Livia was more herself. When she was with her younger brother, Julian, who was perhaps the light of her life, she didn’t feel as if she had to hide anything from him aside from her family’s blood status, which she never felt like divulging to him – such knowledge would only make him upset in the same way it had troubled her, and she had no wish to harm anyone, least of all her precious baby brother.
Livia and Julian were often very close, and she made a point to ensure Julian was comfortable around her, to the point where she was who he would turn to, before their parents, if he needed help or wanted someone to talk to. However, that did not mean they didn’t have their arguments, as every pair of siblings does.
With Julian, or even her father, her uncle Konstantin or her grandfather, Levan, she didn’t have to hide her thoughts. And in an unstructured environment where she had to hold nothing back, she did not hold anything back. In arguments, Livia found a strange sort of joy in using logic to win, no matter the cause. Often, she didn’t see arguments as harmful; she saw them as more of debates, and while others would get upset, she found herself with a smile on her face, feeling as if she had just finished a nice run when she stopped her admonition.
Others, including Julian, never quite felt so happy. Usually, nothing Livia said was innately harmful, but the lack of care with which she considered others’ thoughts and feelings tended to cause small rifts with her and Julian, rifts that she couldn’t quite understand the origin of. She detested herself afterwards, knowing that somehow, she had made Julian cry, but generally, after apologies and gifts of his favourite foods, or promises to cook with him the next day, the two made up.
That didn’t mean that, for a moment, an hour or even a day, Livia wasn’t unpleasant or even disagreeable, or her presence wasn’t terrible. It just meant that there were some people who loved and accepted her even as she was, stilted sociality and all.
/ˌənˈsed(ə)l/
verb
cause to feel anxious or uneasy; disturb.
Stilted was her nature, her movements always deliberate and slow, robotic, unnatural, her voice warm yet her emerald gaze blank. Even when her features are schooled into submission, her eyes lift upwards at the edges, offering a delusion of warmth and kindness to the visage of a girl who is otherwise a paragon of emotional blankness.
Livia has been this way for quite some time despite the exuberance she possessed in her youth. She had always been stilted in social situations that did not have strict rules; she never said the right thing, or else she said too little, or else she said too much. Her mother said it was better not to talk than to say something wrong, that it was better to not express her wildest thoughts and feelings because it could be impolite, or otherwise ‘unbecoming’ of a ‘pure-blooded’ girl in high society.
This made it so that Livia’s interactions in pure-blood society became better. She followed a flowchart in her head, reminding her of how to act, of what to say, of who to be. At first glance, she was put-together, her actions just as prim and proper as her tight updo or her carefully-pressed clothing. There was nothing deeper than that, and after talking with her for enough time, one would notice that the girl rarely said anything of substance. Her voice was always warm, but that seemed to be its natural state; her inflection rarely shifted to betray any deeper emotion.
Adults tended not to mind this. Children, on the other hand, often found it difficult to relate to the girl, who also found it difficult to relate to them. Generally, when interacting with people her own age, Livia stood out like a sore thumb, and when she deigned to talk, something about her words simply seemed wrong. She didn’t have enough opinions. She didn’t have enough feelings. She didn’t understand their feelings enough. She seemed, sometimes, like she was from another world for how little she got along with children her age. Her stilted nature often unsettled them, at the very least, and for those who had interacted with her before, her presence could bring a slight chill to the children’s table at a pure-blood dinner.
ter·ri·ble
/ˈterəb(ə)l/
adjective
extremely unpleasant or disagreeable.
There were a few notable exceptions where Livia was more herself. When she was with her younger brother, Julian, who was perhaps the light of her life, she didn’t feel as if she had to hide anything from him aside from her family’s blood status, which she never felt like divulging to him – such knowledge would only make him upset in the same way it had troubled her, and she had no wish to harm anyone, least of all her precious baby brother.
Livia and Julian were often very close, and she made a point to ensure Julian was comfortable around her, to the point where she was who he would turn to, before their parents, if he needed help or wanted someone to talk to. However, that did not mean they didn’t have their arguments, as every pair of siblings does.
With Julian, or even her father, her uncle Konstantin or her grandfather, Levan, she didn’t have to hide her thoughts. And in an unstructured environment where she had to hold nothing back, she did not hold anything back. In arguments, Livia found a strange sort of joy in using logic to win, no matter the cause. Often, she didn’t see arguments as harmful; she saw them as more of debates, and while others would get upset, she found herself with a smile on her face, feeling as if she had just finished a nice run when she stopped her admonition.
Others, including Julian, never quite felt so happy. Usually, nothing Livia said was innately harmful, but the lack of care with which she considered others’ thoughts and feelings tended to cause small rifts with her and Julian, rifts that she couldn’t quite understand the origin of. She detested herself afterwards, knowing that somehow, she had made Julian cry, but generally, after apologies and gifts of his favourite foods, or promises to cook with him the next day, the two made up.
That didn’t mean that, for a moment, an hour or even a day, Livia wasn’t unpleasant or even disagreeable, or her presence wasn’t terrible. It just meant that there were some people who loved and accepted her even as she was, stilted sociality and all.
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 2
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Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: bang!
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Evasive Maneuvers
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 457/400
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Evasive Maneuvers
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 457/400
Reducio
Fast. Nimble. Speed itself.
Supersonic and everything. Actually, his nickname should outright be Sonic, just like the hedgehog. That's what Aodhan thought of himself.
Of course, it mainly stemmed from his build; the boy was naturally slim, and noticeably smaller than others within his age group. It was nothing to do with lack of nutrition, although, he could always do better curbing his own pickiness. No, he was just built this way.
During his grade school days, there were numerous occasions where his peers would tease him, poke fun at his height and gloat over early growth spurts. But Aodhan never let it bring him down. Instead, he used it to his advantage during the few playground games he'd be allowed to join, just barely escaping their clutches each and every time. He used it to hide, mainly from boys that wanted to "get back" at him for glueing their butts to classroom chairs or scamming them out of trading cards.
But he was slippery. Too slippery. The personification of an eel at times, but like, a super awesome, radioactive eel that was humanoid with genius level intellect. A really, really handsome eel.
Anyway, the point was that they rarely caught him, and every failure filled him with absolute glee. Oh, did he adore the clear anger and frustration plastered onto their faces.
Then came Hogwarts.
Magic, brooms, quidditch, and upper years that had no business launching giant freakin' bludgers with enough force to break bones. He was fortunate enough to land a position on the team despite his inexperience, likely either a fluke or due to lack of candidates (although he would openly claim it was sheer skill instead). He was unfortunate enough to be sent onto the pitch and get hit by not only bludgers, but other friggin' people. Sometimes he was capable of dodging. Sometimes he wasn't. And, well, he was quickly growing tired of the latter. So, practice he did.
It was an absolute drag, waking up early to eat, then attend classes, then head out to the training zone and wear himself to the bone. Not to mention keeping up with homework and clubs, because of course he'd drown himself when his low attention spent meant being preoccupied at all times. He wasn't sure how he made it through the school year, but at least he wasn't necessarily bored. Just, something else. Just tired in ways he wasn't familiar with before.
Vaguely, he was reminded of his mother. He shook off the thought, as he always did with more stress-inducing things.
At least now those quidditch players wouldn't have such an easy target. Maybe. Hopefully. He'd have to wait and see if those drills really paid off come the next sports season.
Supersonic and everything. Actually, his nickname should outright be Sonic, just like the hedgehog. That's what Aodhan thought of himself.
Of course, it mainly stemmed from his build; the boy was naturally slim, and noticeably smaller than others within his age group. It was nothing to do with lack of nutrition, although, he could always do better curbing his own pickiness. No, he was just built this way.
During his grade school days, there were numerous occasions where his peers would tease him, poke fun at his height and gloat over early growth spurts. But Aodhan never let it bring him down. Instead, he used it to his advantage during the few playground games he'd be allowed to join, just barely escaping their clutches each and every time. He used it to hide, mainly from boys that wanted to "get back" at him for glueing their butts to classroom chairs or scamming them out of trading cards.
But he was slippery. Too slippery. The personification of an eel at times, but like, a super awesome, radioactive eel that was humanoid with genius level intellect. A really, really handsome eel.
Anyway, the point was that they rarely caught him, and every failure filled him with absolute glee. Oh, did he adore the clear anger and frustration plastered onto their faces.
Then came Hogwarts.
Magic, brooms, quidditch, and upper years that had no business launching giant freakin' bludgers with enough force to break bones. He was fortunate enough to land a position on the team despite his inexperience, likely either a fluke or due to lack of candidates (although he would openly claim it was sheer skill instead). He was unfortunate enough to be sent onto the pitch and get hit by not only bludgers, but other friggin' people. Sometimes he was capable of dodging. Sometimes he wasn't. And, well, he was quickly growing tired of the latter. So, practice he did.
It was an absolute drag, waking up early to eat, then attend classes, then head out to the training zone and wear himself to the bone. Not to mention keeping up with homework and clubs, because of course he'd drown himself when his low attention spent meant being preoccupied at all times. He wasn't sure how he made it through the school year, but at least he wasn't necessarily bored. Just, something else. Just tired in ways he wasn't familiar with before.
Vaguely, he was reminded of his mother. He shook off the thought, as he always did with more stress-inducing things.
At least now those quidditch players wouldn't have such an easy target. Maybe. Hopefully. He'd have to wait and see if those drills really paid off come the next sports season.
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 2