Ability Applications
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Keen Eye
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“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” ― Oscar Wilde
iNPC: Atticus Maxfield
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Keen Eye
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Word Count = 413 Words
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One essential quality for a seeker is strong observation skills. A seeker must be able to identify a small golden flying ball in the midst of the chaos of a Quidditch match. Although Callum is the benched seeker for Hufflepuff, he dedicates time to training his eyesight. One of his favorite pastimes is stargazing. At home, his parents installed a skylight in his bedroom so he could watch the stars from the comfort of his bed. He would spend countless hours awake at night staring at the sky. Being able to recognize the stars in the sky can be challenging, especially if you don't know what you're looking for. There are an estimated 100 to 400 billion stars in the Milky Way galaxy. However, Callum has learned to identify various constellations, planets, their patterns, and how they change with the seasons. This practice has sharpened his ability to notice even the faintest lights in the dark canvas of the night sky.
When he would go and watch Quidditch matches with his family, Callum would wonder how it's easy for a Seeker to spot the snitch while other people struggle. Callum's father used to tell him, "The difference between a good seeker and a great seeker is what one sees that others don’t." These words have stayed with Callum. Even off the pitch, he observes things that others often miss, such as small changes in a person’s appearance or subtle details in his surroundings.
He applies these observation skills in other places as well, whether it's in Herbology and noticing that a plant's leaves are curling before anyone realizes it needs water, or being able to tell the difference between similar plant species other students might not realise. Or, even detecting a slight shift in a professor's tone while teaching. Even while sitting on the bench during Quidditch matches, Callum keeps a close watch on the Snitch, observing its movement patterns and how it changes direction. This helps him stay prepared for when he might be called into the game. Another way he likes to train is to throw small pebbles into the air and catch them quickly, or by tracking the movements of small butterflies around the school grounds.
His observation skills aren’t something he likes to flaunt. It is simply part of who he is. It makes him feel useful. It gives him the confidence to continue training as a Seeker, knowing that this particular gift sets him apart from the rest.
When he would go and watch Quidditch matches with his family, Callum would wonder how it's easy for a Seeker to spot the snitch while other people struggle. Callum's father used to tell him, "The difference between a good seeker and a great seeker is what one sees that others don’t." These words have stayed with Callum. Even off the pitch, he observes things that others often miss, such as small changes in a person’s appearance or subtle details in his surroundings.
He applies these observation skills in other places as well, whether it's in Herbology and noticing that a plant's leaves are curling before anyone realizes it needs water, or being able to tell the difference between similar plant species other students might not realise. Or, even detecting a slight shift in a professor's tone while teaching. Even while sitting on the bench during Quidditch matches, Callum keeps a close watch on the Snitch, observing its movement patterns and how it changes direction. This helps him stay prepared for when he might be called into the game. Another way he likes to train is to throw small pebbles into the air and catch them quickly, or by tracking the movements of small butterflies around the school grounds.
His observation skills aren’t something he likes to flaunt. It is simply part of who he is. It makes him feel useful. It gives him the confidence to continue training as a Seeker, knowing that this particular gift sets him apart from the rest.
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 4
“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” ― Oscar Wilde
iNPC: Atticus Maxfield
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense
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Sinclair had always been a quiet observer, which had helped her develop her 
's Grace ability. But over the holidays, two losses had happened in the family which caused this aloof girl to be even more withdrawn. Her aunt and uncle had passed in an unfortunate car accident.
At the funeral, amongst the crowd of tears and murmured condolences, the air grew cold and silent. Sinclair watched as the people she thought were close to her wept and sobbed, and within all that was herself with a deep emptiness. She felt... nothing. No sorrow nor anger, but a cold lack of attachment. While that would later worry her, the calmness that radiated from within her let her feel....more. She wasn't able to describe it, and figured people would not understand were she able to in the first place. They most likely would have said, "You are grieving, it's natural and understandable to feel something unnatural at a funeral."
But whatever this sensation was, it did not feel normal. It felt as if the world around her grew louder with details. A hairpin out of place, an extra wrinkle under someone's eyes, the slightly crooked tie of her uncle in his open casket.... Sinclair reached and grasped for something that could give her any real emotion, and when that did not offer her any, she grasped harder. The redness under someone's eyes, quivering hands that clasped together in an attempt to control the shaking, the way her dead aunt's hair covered the injuries she'd sustained in the car crash. Gradually, she felt as if she could just predict how someone would act, according to micro-behaviours that would normally go unnoticed.
Before the loss, she'd simply observe people and take in the peace that her quiet and cold nature granted her. She thought that this heightened sense during the funeral was a one-off situation, but upon returning to Hogwarts she found she noticed that sensation had not left. Sometimes it was as simple as a charmed book or some small creature watching her from the woods. Often it was more unsettling, like the charms of a popular student which made her feel more wary, or a student's part-veela nature that made her feel that there was something non-human about them. Something hidden, or something that made her feel she was taken advantage of. Whatever suspicions she felt last year towards such things were solidified in this newfound heightened intuition. It made the hairs at the back of her neck stand up, and a cold feeling in her gut warning her to take caution.
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's Grace ability. But over the holidays, two losses had happened in the family which caused this aloof girl to be even more withdrawn. Her aunt and uncle had passed in an unfortunate car accident.At the funeral, amongst the crowd of tears and murmured condolences, the air grew cold and silent. Sinclair watched as the people she thought were close to her wept and sobbed, and within all that was herself with a deep emptiness. She felt... nothing. No sorrow nor anger, but a cold lack of attachment. While that would later worry her, the calmness that radiated from within her let her feel....more. She wasn't able to describe it, and figured people would not understand were she able to in the first place. They most likely would have said, "You are grieving, it's natural and understandable to feel something unnatural at a funeral."
But whatever this sensation was, it did not feel normal. It felt as if the world around her grew louder with details. A hairpin out of place, an extra wrinkle under someone's eyes, the slightly crooked tie of her uncle in his open casket.... Sinclair reached and grasped for something that could give her any real emotion, and when that did not offer her any, she grasped harder. The redness under someone's eyes, quivering hands that clasped together in an attempt to control the shaking, the way her dead aunt's hair covered the injuries she'd sustained in the car crash. Gradually, she felt as if she could just predict how someone would act, according to micro-behaviours that would normally go unnoticed.
Before the loss, she'd simply observe people and take in the peace that her quiet and cold nature granted her. She thought that this heightened sense during the funeral was a one-off situation, but upon returning to Hogwarts she found she noticed that sensation had not left. Sometimes it was as simple as a charmed book or some small creature watching her from the woods. Often it was more unsettling, like the charms of a popular student which made her feel more wary, or a student's part-veela nature that made her feel that there was something non-human about them. Something hidden, or something that made her feel she was taken advantage of. Whatever suspicions she felt last year towards such things were solidified in this newfound heightened intuition. It made the hairs at the back of her neck stand up, and a cold feeling in her gut warning her to take caution.
Word count: 431
STATUS: Approved, Ruby, July 4
| ____ | ✦✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 |
STA: 5 | EVA: 10 | STR: 3 | WIS: 10 | ARC: 5 | ACC: 7 |
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Ability Applications
Year one
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: The Muggle Condition
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Year two
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Charmer
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: The Muggle Condition
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Growing up with a muggle father, Aiden has been exposed to the muggle way of living since he was born. His father didn't know his wife was a witch, and rejected magic as soon as Aiden displayed his first magic, so it was safe to assume they lived like muggles- except when she went to work as a curse breaker- all up until his first instance of magic. As soon as she came back home, any trace of magic was neatly hidden away. Maybe to keep the peace, or maybe because she simply didn't have much interest in it.
Regardless, the couple divorced soon after. Not only for that reason- there was plenty of reasons one should divorce that man- but it put a strain on Aidens future relationship with his father.
When his mother died, he was taken in by his aunt. Likewise her sister, Aiden's aunt also married a muggle man and adopted a lot of their customs. They are divorced now a days too, but they never relearned to live like wizards. Which would have been difficult anyway, in a muggle neighborhood. Instead of apparating as a way of transportation- though it certainly has it's time and place- they mainly used muggle transportation like trains and planes for traveling. Aiden has never struggled to blend in among muggles, because he lives like one outside of school. Walks like them, dress like them instead of flashy robes, and talk like them. In fact, he didn't own any wizard apparel until his first trip to Diagon Alley, and never saw his mom dress or use magic at home.
He grew up watching cartoons on Saturday mornings, listening to the radio during car rides, and watching Netflix on the TV when his dad was actually in a decent mood. He knows the lyrics to muggle pop songs, understands TV references that go over most wizard-born kids’ heads, and can work a TV remote better than a wand on most days. He'd not super techy- mostly because he doesn't have much interest in it- but knows his way around a laptop or tablet when the situation calls for it. It's handy to be able to buy his bus ticket online, especially since he's not old enough to have learned to use wizard transportation himself. The magical world can’t hold a candle to the speed of Google—or that’s what he thinks, anyway.
Everything about him is muggle, except his magic.
Regardless, the couple divorced soon after. Not only for that reason- there was plenty of reasons one should divorce that man- but it put a strain on Aidens future relationship with his father.
When his mother died, he was taken in by his aunt. Likewise her sister, Aiden's aunt also married a muggle man and adopted a lot of their customs. They are divorced now a days too, but they never relearned to live like wizards. Which would have been difficult anyway, in a muggle neighborhood. Instead of apparating as a way of transportation- though it certainly has it's time and place- they mainly used muggle transportation like trains and planes for traveling. Aiden has never struggled to blend in among muggles, because he lives like one outside of school. Walks like them, dress like them instead of flashy robes, and talk like them. In fact, he didn't own any wizard apparel until his first trip to Diagon Alley, and never saw his mom dress or use magic at home.
He grew up watching cartoons on Saturday mornings, listening to the radio during car rides, and watching Netflix on the TV when his dad was actually in a decent mood. He knows the lyrics to muggle pop songs, understands TV references that go over most wizard-born kids’ heads, and can work a TV remote better than a wand on most days. He'd not super techy- mostly because he doesn't have much interest in it- but knows his way around a laptop or tablet when the situation calls for it. It's handy to be able to buy his bus ticket online, especially since he's not old enough to have learned to use wizard transportation himself. The magical world can’t hold a candle to the speed of Google—or that’s what he thinks, anyway.
Everything about him is muggle, except his magic.
Year two
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Despite never asking for attention, Aiden Sinclair had a way of drawing it. It wasn’t loud or deliberate, he didn’t strut or show off, didn’t fill every silence with clever words. He simply didn't need to. Most of the time, he prefered the silence over unneccessary talking. Aiden wasn't even particularly nice, not afraid to be blunt and inform you about all your stupid mistakes. But something about him made people look twice. Maybe it was the posture, the unbothered confidence of someone who didn’t need to impress anyone but still often did. Or the voice, smooth and steady, always pitched just low enough to make people lean in a little closer to hear what he had to say.
He wasn’t flirtatious in the traditional sense. Not with compliments or ass kissing, but with undivided attention when your were his target. His charm lay in the way he listened. Properly listened. If you were talking, Aiden’s eyes were soley focused on you. In contrast to his otherwise cold demeanor, when your were of his selective interest, you felt special and chosen. You might not be special, but the way he treats people like he doesn't give a damn about them, it feels like a reward when he goes out of his way to be nice to you.
It helps that he is easy on the eyes. Tall for his age, neatly dressed without trying too hard, and with an expression that somehow managed to be both aloof and thoughtful. When he smiled, albeit rarely, and often at something quietly funny, it felt like a reward. A little spark of something warm and unexpected. You couldn’t help but want to be the one who earned it.
He has a dry wit, the kind you miss if you aren't paying enough attention. But when it landed, it landed well. One well-timed remark could diffuse tension in a room or make someone laugh even when they didn’t want to. He didn’t crave the spotlight, but people tended to listen when he spoke.
Aiden usually never acted like he was trying to win anyone over, and that was precisely why he often did. He didn’t need people to like him, but for some reason they did. Even his insults, harsh but accurate (of course) was taken as facts, and they keep coming back. Maybe because he didn’t pretend to be more than he was.
And somehow, that always worked.
He wasn’t flirtatious in the traditional sense. Not with compliments or ass kissing, but with undivided attention when your were his target. His charm lay in the way he listened. Properly listened. If you were talking, Aiden’s eyes were soley focused on you. In contrast to his otherwise cold demeanor, when your were of his selective interest, you felt special and chosen. You might not be special, but the way he treats people like he doesn't give a damn about them, it feels like a reward when he goes out of his way to be nice to you.
It helps that he is easy on the eyes. Tall for his age, neatly dressed without trying too hard, and with an expression that somehow managed to be both aloof and thoughtful. When he smiled, albeit rarely, and often at something quietly funny, it felt like a reward. A little spark of something warm and unexpected. You couldn’t help but want to be the one who earned it.
He has a dry wit, the kind you miss if you aren't paying enough attention. But when it landed, it landed well. One well-timed remark could diffuse tension in a room or make someone laugh even when they didn’t want to. He didn’t crave the spotlight, but people tended to listen when he spoke.
Aiden usually never acted like he was trying to win anyone over, and that was precisely why he often did. He didn’t need people to like him, but for some reason they did. Even his insults, harsh but accurate (of course) was taken as facts, and they keep coming back. Maybe because he didn’t pretend to be more than he was.
And somehow, that always worked.
Approved - Lear July 6
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The Muggle Condition | Charmer
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
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Second Generation Character of Howard White
iNPC: Kazimir Valun-Plemya
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
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Harvey's strive for perfection started long before he was accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In his household just enough was never acceptable. The boy was raised mostly by his grandfather and the old goblin's expectation were incredibly high. This touched almost every aspect of Harvey's life. He was taught to be well groomed. His hair was to be maintained at all times. His clothes were to be pressed every morning before he dressed. He was to speak clearly and properly when addressing others and his over all demeanor was to be kept neat and tidy or else. This was expected of his studies as well. Harvey was tutored by the best goblin educators before his time at Hogwarts and his grandfather even took part in his tutelage as well. If he did not receive high marks in that days lessons he would be sent to his room for the remainder of the day. That meant dinner was to be taken in his room and he would miss out on dining with the family. His favorite books would be removed with only his lesson books left to study. Least to say it motivated the boy to do his best to ace them all.
Many would look to Harvey's upbringing as extremely strict, some might even use the word cruel. While Harvey had more fear than love for his grandfather it did impart on him many practices and beliefs that motivated the boy to carry on with this pursuit of perfection. Many would tell the boy that perfect was not possible, but he would wave them off and just study that much harder. This was evident as soon as they boy started his classes at Hogwarts. Whether it be brewing a potion or casting a spell he would not quit until he had mastered it the best he could. Now, Harvey was not an expert in everything he tried. The boy was dreadful on a broom and killed almost every plant he touched. Potion brewing wasn't natural to him, but he managed better than most. However, when it came to his spell work, the little goblin excelled!
If it was charms or transfiguration, defense against the dark arts or even astronomy, if the class taught a spell, the boy was non stop. Every free moment he had Harvey would find time to practice his work. He would repeat the wand movement over and over again. He would practice the incantation in the mirror until his voice ran hoarse. He would read and reread the text until it he could repeat it from memory. There was nothing more exciting than when he perfected his casting. Harvey may not master all Hogwarts had to offer, but one day when he leaves the school he will be known for his skill with a wand.
Harvey's strive for perfection started long before he was accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In his household just enough was never acceptable. The boy was raised mostly by his grandfather and the old goblin's expectation were incredibly high. This touched almost every aspect of Harvey's life. He was taught to be well groomed. His hair was to be maintained at all times. His clothes were to be pressed every morning before he dressed. He was to speak clearly and properly when addressing others and his over all demeanor was to be kept neat and tidy or else. This was expected of his studies as well. Harvey was tutored by the best goblin educators before his time at Hogwarts and his grandfather even took part in his tutelage as well. If he did not receive high marks in that days lessons he would be sent to his room for the remainder of the day. That meant dinner was to be taken in his room and he would miss out on dining with the family. His favorite books would be removed with only his lesson books left to study. Least to say it motivated the boy to do his best to ace them all.
Many would look to Harvey's upbringing as extremely strict, some might even use the word cruel. While Harvey had more fear than love for his grandfather it did impart on him many practices and beliefs that motivated the boy to carry on with this pursuit of perfection. Many would tell the boy that perfect was not possible, but he would wave them off and just study that much harder. This was evident as soon as they boy started his classes at Hogwarts. Whether it be brewing a potion or casting a spell he would not quit until he had mastered it the best he could. Now, Harvey was not an expert in everything he tried. The boy was dreadful on a broom and killed almost every plant he touched. Potion brewing wasn't natural to him, but he managed better than most. However, when it came to his spell work, the little goblin excelled!
If it was charms or transfiguration, defense against the dark arts or even astronomy, if the class taught a spell, the boy was non stop. Every free moment he had Harvey would find time to practice his work. He would repeat the wand movement over and over again. He would practice the incantation in the mirror until his voice ran hoarse. He would read and reread the text until it he could repeat it from memory. There was nothing more exciting than when he perfected his casting. Harvey may not master all Hogwarts had to offer, but one day when he leaves the school he will be known for his skill with a wand.
Approved - Lear July 6
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Second Generation Character of Howard White
iNPC: Kazimir Valun-Plemya
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Transfiguration Learner
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~Sometimes, physical changes like methamorphmagus are more obvious than your personality changes just to fit in~
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Transfiguration Learner
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Isla's sharp intelligence and obsessive completeness define her every gesture. Her mind, a recursive engine of brutal elegance, translates all change into a puzzle to be solved with pitiless exactness. To Isla, transfiguration isn't magic, it's a skill to be mastered, a tough puzzle to untangle until every detail is flawless.
Her insatiable appetite for knowledge drives her further into the mystical principles of metamorphosis, and the show's emphasis on both theoretical depth and practical mastery gives her the perfect sandbox for her obsessive cycles of study and practice. Here, she can dissect the details of each transformation in her shape, quantifying every evolution with the precision and completeness that makes her father so proud, and pushing her abilities beyond imitation into the sphere of art.
But Isla's metamorphmagus gift is not simply a talent—it's a personality full of tension. The way her family reacts affects her life profoundly. Daniel Afton, her father, views her transformations as data points: timed, measured, and controlled. His icicle fascination propels Isla's need for approval, even as it anchors her to a version of herself that is accurate and contained. His refrain, "Precision is power, Isla.". Even there, "there has to be something more," lingers in her mind, urging her to refine each minute change.
Her mother, Angelique, is the emotional void Isla must live with. The unconscious etching of Isla's features into her mother's icy face is a painful reminder of rejection masquerading as refinement. Angelique's disdain for "unseemly" changes drives Isla to hide parts of herself, even as she explores the depths of her gift.
Meanwhile, teasing and easy camaraderie with her brother Ethan are a welcome blast of normalcy. His teasing her for making professor faces or having "great-aunt Callidora's chin" reminds Isla that beneath the magic, she is simply herself—complex and multi-faceted, without apology. Still, even Ethan's shock when she copies his face reveals the fragile line Isla maintains between family and self.
Her grandmother, Mrs. Afton, with her fading memory and changing names, embodies the ephemeral nature of identity that Isla's magic continually threatens. And Juno Laurent, the scarred aunt who warns, "The magic eats what you feed it," is a chilling reminder of what may befall Isla if she loses control.
Learning advanced transfiguration for people her age, offers Isla something greater than mastery—it offers insight and the tools to integrate her gift with her fractured family sense of self. It challenges her to use her ruthless precision for artistic mastery, to embrace the recursive loops of learning as an odyssey of self-acceptance. Within these flames, Isla can reforge not just her face, but her destiny.
Her insatiable appetite for knowledge drives her further into the mystical principles of metamorphosis, and the show's emphasis on both theoretical depth and practical mastery gives her the perfect sandbox for her obsessive cycles of study and practice. Here, she can dissect the details of each transformation in her shape, quantifying every evolution with the precision and completeness that makes her father so proud, and pushing her abilities beyond imitation into the sphere of art.
But Isla's metamorphmagus gift is not simply a talent—it's a personality full of tension. The way her family reacts affects her life profoundly. Daniel Afton, her father, views her transformations as data points: timed, measured, and controlled. His icicle fascination propels Isla's need for approval, even as it anchors her to a version of herself that is accurate and contained. His refrain, "Precision is power, Isla.". Even there, "there has to be something more," lingers in her mind, urging her to refine each minute change.
Her mother, Angelique, is the emotional void Isla must live with. The unconscious etching of Isla's features into her mother's icy face is a painful reminder of rejection masquerading as refinement. Angelique's disdain for "unseemly" changes drives Isla to hide parts of herself, even as she explores the depths of her gift.
Meanwhile, teasing and easy camaraderie with her brother Ethan are a welcome blast of normalcy. His teasing her for making professor faces or having "great-aunt Callidora's chin" reminds Isla that beneath the magic, she is simply herself—complex and multi-faceted, without apology. Still, even Ethan's shock when she copies his face reveals the fragile line Isla maintains between family and self.
Her grandmother, Mrs. Afton, with her fading memory and changing names, embodies the ephemeral nature of identity that Isla's magic continually threatens. And Juno Laurent, the scarred aunt who warns, "The magic eats what you feed it," is a chilling reminder of what may befall Isla if she loses control.
Learning advanced transfiguration for people her age, offers Isla something greater than mastery—it offers insight and the tools to integrate her gift with her fractured family sense of self. It challenges her to use her ruthless precision for artistic mastery, to embrace the recursive loops of learning as an odyssey of self-acceptance. Within these flames, Isla can reforge not just her face, but her destiny.
Pending July 6 Lear
I am unable to approve this because it is AI derived. I identified this manually as I am experienced in this, but I have also verified this via COPY LEAKS
Denied, Octavius Baird (7/19/2025)
- 100% AI, no edit
~Sometimes, physical changes like methamorphmagus are more obvious than your personality changes just to fit in~
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense {2nd year, though it would be cool to have it as a sixth year ability
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Editing Note{s}: I edited out the mojority of the stuff about Zoe, minus the one mention at the beginning.
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 510/400 {?}
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense {2nd year, though it would be cool to have it as a sixth year ability
}Editing Note{s}: I edited out the mojority of the stuff about Zoe, minus the one mention at the beginning.
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 510/400 {?}
Reducio
Despite being surprised and snuck up on multiple times in her first year, she had often been able to... sense things others couldn't. It wasn't very oblivious to her, just thinking it was normal the way she could look into her room and immediately see that Zoe had stolen one of her books.
{Now for the actual RP, sorryyyyy}
Zoe had been acting strange. Not that Graci would know. They hadn't seen each other for weeks. Having gotten completely immersed in the school that Hogwarts was. Well, that was Graci's excuse.
The silence as they were leaving the platform was deafening. That or the sheer amount of noise coming from other people reuniting with their families. Very contradictory but.. still emotion charged. Graci might not have realized how uncomfortable it felt at the beginning of the year, but she sure did now.
"So. Uhm. Dad. Anything new back home?"
Graci noted how many times he fidgeted with his glasses. He probably felt the tension too. She knew she did, at least.
She had talked about her year most of the way home, seeing her father's eyes widen slightly every time she went on another long winded rant about a small thing. Not used to her being the talker. Maybe a new nervous habit of hers, maybe she did it purely because she knew nothing else to do. I really don't know why he thought I wouldn't be at least a little bit different after a whole school year in a new environment.
As they got closer to home it started drizzling, a bead of rain slipping through the slightly cracked open window*. She quickly closed it.
"Has that been open all day?"
"Oh, I didn't even notice it."
Huh. Odd. It seemed pretty noticeable to me.
"Anyway. Girls, there's a surprise at home for you. Me and your mother are pretty excited about it... And no, Zo, it's not more books."
"But you couldn't be influenced to give us even a small little hint???"
"No. I don't think I could be persuaded, Graci girl." Her father just ruffled her hair, laughing along.
"Humph." Graci was still chuckling slightly, trying to get her dishevelled hair back in order. It was rather annoying, but it was endearing and she wasn't yet an angst-y teen, so she figured it was alright if she didn't mind it too much.
Upon reaching home she could already tell things had changed. Even just from the bookstore. It was late in the afternoon, so people were starting to leave, though she reminded a straggler that is was a few minutes till closing. Her father hadn't even noticed them.
They started walking up the back stairs to their flat above the bookstore when Graci asked, "Hey dad, would this surprise by any chance be a someone, not a something?"
"You're just too good, girl. How do you do it? It's like you have a sense for these sorts of things. I won't tell you who it is, but I have a feeling you've already guessed it."
Graci opened the door, gasping in delight. "Aunt Katerina!!!" Aunt Katerina was one of Graci's favourite people, and despite not having seen her, Graci had already guessed that it would be her. Who else would stop by to talk to them after their first year of Hogwarts?
She hadn't actually used that logic when she guessed, she kind of just... knew.
*Graci's family is still very Muggle. Her Paternal Grandparents were both Muggle as well as her maternal grandmother, so Muggle culture still influences her life heavily.
Despite being surprised and snuck up on multiple times in her first year, she had often been able to... sense things others couldn't. It wasn't very oblivious to her, just thinking it was normal the way she could look into her room and immediately see that Zoe had stolen one of her books.
{Now for the actual RP, sorryyyyy}
Zoe had been acting strange. Not that Graci would know. They hadn't seen each other for weeks. Having gotten completely immersed in the school that Hogwarts was. Well, that was Graci's excuse.
The silence as they were leaving the platform was deafening. That or the sheer amount of noise coming from other people reuniting with their families. Very contradictory but.. still emotion charged. Graci might not have realized how uncomfortable it felt at the beginning of the year, but she sure did now.
"So. Uhm. Dad. Anything new back home?"
Graci noted how many times he fidgeted with his glasses. He probably felt the tension too. She knew she did, at least.
She had talked about her year most of the way home, seeing her father's eyes widen slightly every time she went on another long winded rant about a small thing. Not used to her being the talker. Maybe a new nervous habit of hers, maybe she did it purely because she knew nothing else to do. I really don't know why he thought I wouldn't be at least a little bit different after a whole school year in a new environment.
As they got closer to home it started drizzling, a bead of rain slipping through the slightly cracked open window*. She quickly closed it.
"Has that been open all day?"
"Oh, I didn't even notice it."
Huh. Odd. It seemed pretty noticeable to me.
"Anyway. Girls, there's a surprise at home for you. Me and your mother are pretty excited about it... And no, Zo, it's not more books."
"But you couldn't be influenced to give us even a small little hint???"
"No. I don't think I could be persuaded, Graci girl." Her father just ruffled her hair, laughing along.
"Humph." Graci was still chuckling slightly, trying to get her dishevelled hair back in order. It was rather annoying, but it was endearing and she wasn't yet an angst-y teen, so she figured it was alright if she didn't mind it too much.
Upon reaching home she could already tell things had changed. Even just from the bookstore. It was late in the afternoon, so people were starting to leave, though she reminded a straggler that is was a few minutes till closing. Her father hadn't even noticed them.
They started walking up the back stairs to their flat above the bookstore when Graci asked, "Hey dad, would this surprise by any chance be a someone, not a something?"
"You're just too good, girl. How do you do it? It's like you have a sense for these sorts of things. I won't tell you who it is, but I have a feeling you've already guessed it."
Graci opened the door, gasping in delight. "Aunt Katerina!!!" Aunt Katerina was one of Graci's favourite people, and despite not having seen her, Graci had already guessed that it would be her. Who else would stop by to talk to them after their first year of Hogwarts?
She hadn't actually used that logic when she guessed, she kind of just... knew.
*Graci's family is still very Muggle. Her Paternal Grandparents were both Muggle as well as her maternal grandmother, so Muggle culture still influences her life heavily.
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Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Portkey
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Defense Against the Dark Arts Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioEira's known by her friends to be someone particularly fond of the Defense Against the Dark Arts subject at school, with Charms being the close second. How the heiress would spend her free time scouring the library and practicing the spells he had learned from the class (with a majority of them being, worringly, jinx and hexes), one would think that the young witch was heading towards an unsavory path.
But it was rather the opposite.
As a Parseltongue with a family line that allegedly practiced the dark arts, Eira longed to break the notion that not all that are considered dark are automatically evil. Ever since she had accidentally used magic when she was six, her parents had hired a retired Auror to be their daughter's private tutor so she can be well-equipped before even stepping foot into Hogwarts.
During her first year, she diligently focused all her attention to every lesson; meticulously reading every book she can get her hands on about creatures, spells and wix that had been considered dangerous and had harmed others. Not to emulate, but to learn how to counter and defend herself against them.
For a while now, she had managed to practice the knowledge that she had acquired from her classes that she stood confidently in front of Mr. Sheffield, her wand that had a near invisible notch on its side that appeared after her numerous castings of Flipendo and Curse of Bogies to the practice dummies was gripped tightly with pale knuckles.
Mr. Sheffield, a gruff man of forty-three, acknowledged his stubborn student with a huff as she, yet again, asked him to teach her more advanced spells and lessons.
"Mr. Sheffield, please" Eira had implored, "I have full marks on my Defense Against the Dark Arts class and I have been adept to every offensive spells and some defense that we've been taught. I am ready!"
The ex-Auror stared at her with his eeriely pale green eyes, his stance sturdy and intimidating; something he hadn't shed despite being out if the corps for almost half a decade now but the twelve year old will not be deterred; she had crawled and clawed her way to the top, sleepless nights to make sure that she will be on top of her class for that subject, tireless research and spell casting for hours all culminate in this moment.
After a few moments, the man sighed wearily, making the girl smile in secrecy. She had wore him down; more knowledge to absorb, more spells she can use. It's just a matter of time before she can perfect the defensive spells. And maybe once she graduates, she can get Mr. Sheffield's recommendation as an Auror trainee.
WC: 452/400
STATUS: Approved, Silas, July 7
STA: 3 |EVA: 10 |STR: 3 |WIS: 9 |ARC: 2 |ACC: 8
𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖘
❅Parselmouth❅Prodigal DADA Learner❅
𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖘
❅Parselmouth❅Prodigal DADA Learner❅
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Perfection.
Link To Trunk: Perfection II
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for:
Y2 Ability: Keen Eye
Seven Minutes is all I can spare to grade your HW.
[ sta ] 10 [ eva ] 15 [ str ] 01 [ wis ] 20 [ arc ] 10 [ acc ] 14
Link To Trunk: Perfection II
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for:
Y2 Ability: Keen Eye
Reducio
Even prior to his arrival in Hogwarts, Samuel had developed what his professors called termed sharp mind and what his classmates more warily described as an unnerving wall. He lacked the energy of a show-off and the careless improvisation of prodigies who relied on raw talent.
Instead, potentially through his nurture, he had come to possess something far more difficult to teach and nearly impossible to fake: precision. Ruthless, analytical and unrelenting precision. He saw things others didn’t always had and by thirteen, he’d refined that perception of his into a suitable skill in his arsenal.
It was no longer about seeing and observing things, but the goal was to not miss any detail or information. A flicker of hesitation from an opponent in a duel. The faint intake of breath an acquaintance took before they spouted lies. The way a supposedly untouched cauldron had a single smear of oil beneath the rim, possibly from hands. Details that others passed over in the chaos of adolescence were practically outlined in red from Samuel's POV.
He did not chase golden snitches for the olden years of his life, but he made an exceptional Seeker for the time he bothered to apply himself to Quidditch. Not for love of the game, he had no tolerance for spectacles. But yet, the snitch was merely a subject and subjects could be studied. He attempted to memorized every erratic curve the Snitch could take, listened for its faint whir in the wind, and accounted for sunlight angles others forgot. What others called luck when he bagged several victories for him team, was, in truth, systemic thinking paired with total recall.
He was the one who found lost items before anyone else realized they were missing. Not because he like the idea of being helpful. instead, disorder annoyed him, he was unfamiliar to it and believed, misplaced things represented inefficiency and inefficiency irritated him on a structural level. Samuel had on inefficiencies.
During a Potions assignment, he caught a brewing error because the steam seemed to a slight different shade off the correct one. A sign of destabilized temperature. The rest of the class saw fog while he saw fault in the brew.
He understood that visibility bred vulnerability. People feared what they could not anticipate and Samuel was, more often than not, several moves ahead of his peers.
Was it intuition? Perhaps in the way that a blade that was once sharpened, now seems to glide of its own accord. Was it luck? Only to those who did not understand Samuel. Samuel's habit was vigilance, nurtured by control. It was the ability to see what others ignore and act before they realize they were ever vulnerable.
Instead, potentially through his nurture, he had come to possess something far more difficult to teach and nearly impossible to fake: precision. Ruthless, analytical and unrelenting precision. He saw things others didn’t always had and by thirteen, he’d refined that perception of his into a suitable skill in his arsenal.
It was no longer about seeing and observing things, but the goal was to not miss any detail or information. A flicker of hesitation from an opponent in a duel. The faint intake of breath an acquaintance took before they spouted lies. The way a supposedly untouched cauldron had a single smear of oil beneath the rim, possibly from hands. Details that others passed over in the chaos of adolescence were practically outlined in red from Samuel's POV.
He did not chase golden snitches for the olden years of his life, but he made an exceptional Seeker for the time he bothered to apply himself to Quidditch. Not for love of the game, he had no tolerance for spectacles. But yet, the snitch was merely a subject and subjects could be studied. He attempted to memorized every erratic curve the Snitch could take, listened for its faint whir in the wind, and accounted for sunlight angles others forgot. What others called luck when he bagged several victories for him team, was, in truth, systemic thinking paired with total recall.
He was the one who found lost items before anyone else realized they were missing. Not because he like the idea of being helpful. instead, disorder annoyed him, he was unfamiliar to it and believed, misplaced things represented inefficiency and inefficiency irritated him on a structural level. Samuel had on inefficiencies.
During a Potions assignment, he caught a brewing error because the steam seemed to a slight different shade off the correct one. A sign of destabilized temperature. The rest of the class saw fog while he saw fault in the brew.
He understood that visibility bred vulnerability. People feared what they could not anticipate and Samuel was, more often than not, several moves ahead of his peers.
Was it intuition? Perhaps in the way that a blade that was once sharpened, now seems to glide of its own accord. Was it luck? Only to those who did not understand Samuel. Samuel's habit was vigilance, nurtured by control. It was the ability to see what others ignore and act before they realize they were ever vulnerable.
Y3 Ability: Perfectionist IISTATUS: Approved, Silas, July 7
Reducio
By the age of thirteen, Samuel had already shed the last traces of childhood impulsiveness within him. In their place stood something far more exacting: the unrelenting pursuit of precision and perfection. He was no longer driven by the thrill of success or the desire for praise, unlike what would be expected of those his age. His motivations were rather internal, his standards, even for himself, had turned unforgiving. It was not enough for a spell to work. It had to work exactly as he intended, every time, without variation, without deviation. Nothing less was acceptable to the thirteen year old.
This wasn't mere caution on his part but a pursuit of perfectionism. Samuel was turning into a honed, deliberate, and absolute weapon. He approached spellcasting like an engineer calibrating his volatile machinery. His magic had lost all its flourish, only discipline remained.
His spells never backfired. They never rebounded, stuttered, or misfired, because in his mind, he didn’t allow them to. Samuel spent long nights studying the root etymology of incantations. Even spells he would never use in combat were practiced to perfection, if only to ensure they were under his control, no they needed to be within the grasps of his control.
His professors, as occasionally unnerved by his intensity as they were, could not fault his results. In Charms, he was able to conjure effects exactly matching the textbook definitions, never underwhelming. His dueling style was minimalist, not out of showmanship, but because he had eliminated all unnecessary motion. Samuel did not fail simply because he refused to give the chaos of failure even a crack to enter through and corrupt his mind. Failure was no longer an option or a possibility in his mind.
What set him apart from other high-achieving students, was the quiet terror of consistency he managed to carry for most of his year. Most young witches and wizards, even those gifted, experienced the occasional burnout. But Samuel did not. His magic had feelings beyond beyond what was necesary. And when asked how he managed it, he offered no false modesty.
"I do it correctly," he simply said. "Every time."
His already rigorous and perfectionist habits became a philosophical shield against the world’s unpredictability. The chaotic whims of magic that were so often feared or mishandled by others, could no longer have any hold over him. He could still miss, yes, but he would never fail.
This wasn't mere caution on his part but a pursuit of perfectionism. Samuel was turning into a honed, deliberate, and absolute weapon. He approached spellcasting like an engineer calibrating his volatile machinery. His magic had lost all its flourish, only discipline remained.
His spells never backfired. They never rebounded, stuttered, or misfired, because in his mind, he didn’t allow them to. Samuel spent long nights studying the root etymology of incantations. Even spells he would never use in combat were practiced to perfection, if only to ensure they were under his control, no they needed to be within the grasps of his control.
His professors, as occasionally unnerved by his intensity as they were, could not fault his results. In Charms, he was able to conjure effects exactly matching the textbook definitions, never underwhelming. His dueling style was minimalist, not out of showmanship, but because he had eliminated all unnecessary motion. Samuel did not fail simply because he refused to give the chaos of failure even a crack to enter through and corrupt his mind. Failure was no longer an option or a possibility in his mind.
What set him apart from other high-achieving students, was the quiet terror of consistency he managed to carry for most of his year. Most young witches and wizards, even those gifted, experienced the occasional burnout. But Samuel did not. His magic had feelings beyond beyond what was necesary. And when asked how he managed it, he offered no false modesty.
"I do it correctly," he simply said. "Every time."
His already rigorous and perfectionist habits became a philosophical shield against the world’s unpredictability. The chaotic whims of magic that were so often feared or mishandled by others, could no longer have any hold over him. He could still miss, yes, but he would never fail.
Y4 Ability: FearlessSTATUS: Approved, Silas, July 7
Reducio
By the age of fourteen, Samuel had already grown into the sort of boy who made adults wary and children uneasy with his lack of reaction. He wasn't loud, cruel, or theatrically dark; on the contrary, he was quiet, measured, and unnervingly cold. Fear had become a theoretical concept for him. Something he understood academically, even observed in others around and occasionally manipulated to get his way. But never truly felt for himself.
While other students flinched under the gaze of strict professors, avoided the Forbidden Forest, or paled at stories of Boggarts and banshees, Samuel only watched them, measured and calculated their reactions, wondering what made them act that way. His reactions that were usually calm and void of panic were often mistaken for bravery on his part.
They were wrong.
It was not courage that defined his presence. But rather It was absence of fear. Fear, to Samuel, was similar to unwanted noise. Unnecessary interference that clouded decision-making and warped his perception. He had no interest or need for it. Whatever happened in his mind during moments that made others tremble could not be termed fear. At best it was seen as focus and at worst, boredom.
His immunity to fear became evident during a fourth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. The professor, eager to impress was demonstrating how a Boggart worked. To test students’ reactions, which were quite all over the place. Screams erupted, a few students fled, and one even wet himself. When it was finally his turn, turning on Samuel, however, the creature paused. Shifted, attempting to switch it's form from one to another. Flickering, but nothing came. It stood frozen in front of him, confused and switching from one partial form to another. In the absence of fear, it had no form to take. Samuel stood there confused before he calmly cast a Riddikulus at the boggart, reducing the creature to smoke with no change in his demeanor.
Even his parents, the engineers of this dystopian psyche had no language for what he was, for what they had constructed. Fear-based effects, be it dhampir auras, lycanthropic intimidation failed to impact him altogether. Even potions that triggered anxiety or panic merely left him cold, his mind continued operating with the dispassionate clarity it had come to find as its normal.
While most saw this bravery or rather the lack of fear as a gift, Samuel did not consider it one. He merely saw it as a necessary correction. A foundation for control. He wasn’t brave, as bravery required fear to overcome. He had none.
While other students flinched under the gaze of strict professors, avoided the Forbidden Forest, or paled at stories of Boggarts and banshees, Samuel only watched them, measured and calculated their reactions, wondering what made them act that way. His reactions that were usually calm and void of panic were often mistaken for bravery on his part.
They were wrong.
It was not courage that defined his presence. But rather It was absence of fear. Fear, to Samuel, was similar to unwanted noise. Unnecessary interference that clouded decision-making and warped his perception. He had no interest or need for it. Whatever happened in his mind during moments that made others tremble could not be termed fear. At best it was seen as focus and at worst, boredom.
His immunity to fear became evident during a fourth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. The professor, eager to impress was demonstrating how a Boggart worked. To test students’ reactions, which were quite all over the place. Screams erupted, a few students fled, and one even wet himself. When it was finally his turn, turning on Samuel, however, the creature paused. Shifted, attempting to switch it's form from one to another. Flickering, but nothing came. It stood frozen in front of him, confused and switching from one partial form to another. In the absence of fear, it had no form to take. Samuel stood there confused before he calmly cast a Riddikulus at the boggart, reducing the creature to smoke with no change in his demeanor.
Even his parents, the engineers of this dystopian psyche had no language for what he was, for what they had constructed. Fear-based effects, be it dhampir auras, lycanthropic intimidation failed to impact him altogether. Even potions that triggered anxiety or panic merely left him cold, his mind continued operating with the dispassionate clarity it had come to find as its normal.
While most saw this bravery or rather the lack of fear as a gift, Samuel did not consider it one. He merely saw it as a necessary correction. A foundation for control. He wasn’t brave, as bravery required fear to overcome. He had none.
STATUS: Approved, Silas, July 7
Seven Minutes is all I can spare to grade your HW.
[ sta ] 10 [ eva ] 15 [ str ] 01 [ wis ] 20 [ arc ] 10 [ acc ] 14
Ability Applications
Year one
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?p=1295618#p1295618
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Fearless
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?p=1295618#p1295618
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Foulplay
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?p=1295618#p1295618
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Fearless
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
Aleks didn’t become fearless because of any specific incident, encounter, or accident but through the combination of his life circumstances. Growing up in a foreign country (England), he had to learn English as a small child through his surroundings and the neighbor who looked after him while his mother was at work.
This quickly turned him into the textbook example of a translating, newly immigrated child of a family with language barriers (Language broking). His mother spoke and still speaks mainly Serbian and only broken English, which meant Aleks was pulled early into the adult world, mature topics and more serious decisions. Financial problems could not be kept from him. He translated rental contracts and bills to the best of his ability and was exposed unfiltered to doctor visits and bank appointments. Language brokering became an everyday situation even before proper Prep-School started.
This handed Aleks a sardonic worldview early on. Systematic hardships turned into the perceived norm. Social expectations became something he didn’t feel obliged to fulfill, because “they don’t know his and his mama’s life and should mind their own business!” From this severe exposure, he developed a natural resilience to topics that would later be perceived as seriously frightening to young adults and adults alike.
In adult situations, he often sat opposite strangers in suits with a confused yet brave mother beside him. In this way, Aleks gained a lot of experience with challenging topics and learned the self-confidence and self-assurance to handle them. Panic had no buisness staying near his mind.
Together with his mother, he’s since navigated plenty of complicated English bureaucracy, and developed a mindset of “It’ll work out.” Combined with his mother’s trust and the experience of overcoming difficulties even amid chaos, Aleks developed a lack of fear.
A monster in the closet or under the bed quickly stopped being frightening compared to being gently woken at night by his mother—her expression sad, frustrated, and pale—holding a letter up to his face marked with red text she couldn‘t understand. He neither but there was nothing he felt he couldn‘t figure out. His respect for authority figures steadily diminished over time. He started to feel that everyone was just waiting to throw obstacles in their path. But together with his mother, with encouraging words and the shared sense of “Nothing should scare us, we got this. Let’s read it one more time and look it up in the dictionary,” those obstacles were overcome anyway.
The fear of consequences for showing disrespect toward fearful opponents (Adults in Authority positions for example), also faded. After all, who was respecting him and his Mother? While other kids in his preschool class worried about bad grades or were scared of the stories of Count Dracula, Aleks was wondering whether his Mother would be okay alone in her employee meeting and whether there would be enough money to pay the bills.
Nothing feels scarier than experiencing existential fear by proxy, as the personal language broker of your Serbian mother. A spell, curse or intimidation can‘t compare.
(Language brokering, also known as child language brokering, refers to the informal act of translation by children and young people between a family member and a dominant language speaker, whereby children can influence both the message and its portrayal.)
Aleks didn’t become fearless because of any specific incident, encounter, or accident but through the combination of his life circumstances. Growing up in a foreign country (England), he had to learn English as a small child through his surroundings and the neighbor who looked after him while his mother was at work.
This quickly turned him into the textbook example of a translating, newly immigrated child of a family with language barriers (Language broking). His mother spoke and still speaks mainly Serbian and only broken English, which meant Aleks was pulled early into the adult world, mature topics and more serious decisions. Financial problems could not be kept from him. He translated rental contracts and bills to the best of his ability and was exposed unfiltered to doctor visits and bank appointments. Language brokering became an everyday situation even before proper Prep-School started.
This handed Aleks a sardonic worldview early on. Systematic hardships turned into the perceived norm. Social expectations became something he didn’t feel obliged to fulfill, because “they don’t know his and his mama’s life and should mind their own business!” From this severe exposure, he developed a natural resilience to topics that would later be perceived as seriously frightening to young adults and adults alike.
In adult situations, he often sat opposite strangers in suits with a confused yet brave mother beside him. In this way, Aleks gained a lot of experience with challenging topics and learned the self-confidence and self-assurance to handle them. Panic had no buisness staying near his mind.
Together with his mother, he’s since navigated plenty of complicated English bureaucracy, and developed a mindset of “It’ll work out.” Combined with his mother’s trust and the experience of overcoming difficulties even amid chaos, Aleks developed a lack of fear.
A monster in the closet or under the bed quickly stopped being frightening compared to being gently woken at night by his mother—her expression sad, frustrated, and pale—holding a letter up to his face marked with red text she couldn‘t understand. He neither but there was nothing he felt he couldn‘t figure out. His respect for authority figures steadily diminished over time. He started to feel that everyone was just waiting to throw obstacles in their path. But together with his mother, with encouraging words and the shared sense of “Nothing should scare us, we got this. Let’s read it one more time and look it up in the dictionary,” those obstacles were overcome anyway.
The fear of consequences for showing disrespect toward fearful opponents (Adults in Authority positions for example), also faded. After all, who was respecting him and his Mother? While other kids in his preschool class worried about bad grades or were scared of the stories of Count Dracula, Aleks was wondering whether his Mother would be okay alone in her employee meeting and whether there would be enough money to pay the bills.
Nothing feels scarier than experiencing existential fear by proxy, as the personal language broker of your Serbian mother. A spell, curse or intimidation can‘t compare.
(Language brokering, also known as child language brokering, refers to the informal act of translation by children and young people between a family member and a dominant language speaker, whereby children can influence both the message and its portrayal.)
Year twoSTATUS: Approved, Silas, July 7
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?p=1295618#p1295618
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Foulplay
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
Growing up caught between the chairs of bureaucracy, Serbian culture, English culture, and language barriers, Aleks had to grasp early on that the “right way” on paper wasn’t necessarily the right way for every individual, especially not him and his family.
After his mother had tried to follow every rule, instruction, and paper trail that existed for immigrating to England, she became the firsthand example of what could still happen to you even if you did everything by the book!
From one document loop to the next, uncoordinated office appointments and opening hours, to impossible demands she could never have met, their little family of two ended up worse off than expected.
This was when their shift in approaching systems began. From caution and meticulous compliance grew the deliberate forgetting of papers, one small white lie after another, not answering the door, and juggling dates on forms, names and recommendations.
As a child, Aleks got to watch live how a little lie, the quiet passing of a document or some cash, could turn into a passable stability. From “I have a job!” came an apartment, from an apartment came the address to apply for a job. This very approach shaped Aleks for the rest of his life.
When he translated documents for his mother (language brokering: Serbian to English), the first questions turned to be always the same: What loopholes exist? What are the deadlines, and under which conditions can you extend them? Which rules can be bent for the sake of the goal without drawing attention? What do we need, which won‘t hurt them to give?
Out of this grew a pragmatic mindset, mixed with a sardonic view on systems and rulebooks. The most important thing in life was preserving your own values and needs. For a child like Aleks, fun was part of that. Financial stability and career goals felt like a distant dream, far removed from the reality he knew—what mattered to him was the here and now, actually living rather than merely surviving being the ultimate reward. For this, rules were not to be broken to impress others, but to gain experiences you otherwise wouldn’t have access to, to make life simpler or cheat your way for an advantage.
Of course, the superficial approval of bureaucratic overlords and official rulekeepers was just an unimportant footnote in his internal books. With this mindset, Aleks got through not only early childhood but also prep school. With little tricks—like hiding juice boxes behind shelves so he could grab a second one from the staff, or eavesdropping what other kids planned to tell about their past weekend so he could be the first to volunteer and steal their story—he found ways around nearly anything, be it important or casual convenient.
The point of rules and guidelines, even in absurd situations, was something he ultimately grew to happily ignore. His approach was to simply make life easier (and a bit more fun), with a sense of fairness he carves out for himself.
Growing up caught between the chairs of bureaucracy, Serbian culture, English culture, and language barriers, Aleks had to grasp early on that the “right way” on paper wasn’t necessarily the right way for every individual, especially not him and his family.
After his mother had tried to follow every rule, instruction, and paper trail that existed for immigrating to England, she became the firsthand example of what could still happen to you even if you did everything by the book!
From one document loop to the next, uncoordinated office appointments and opening hours, to impossible demands she could never have met, their little family of two ended up worse off than expected.
This was when their shift in approaching systems began. From caution and meticulous compliance grew the deliberate forgetting of papers, one small white lie after another, not answering the door, and juggling dates on forms, names and recommendations.
As a child, Aleks got to watch live how a little lie, the quiet passing of a document or some cash, could turn into a passable stability. From “I have a job!” came an apartment, from an apartment came the address to apply for a job. This very approach shaped Aleks for the rest of his life.
When he translated documents for his mother (language brokering: Serbian to English), the first questions turned to be always the same: What loopholes exist? What are the deadlines, and under which conditions can you extend them? Which rules can be bent for the sake of the goal without drawing attention? What do we need, which won‘t hurt them to give?
Out of this grew a pragmatic mindset, mixed with a sardonic view on systems and rulebooks. The most important thing in life was preserving your own values and needs. For a child like Aleks, fun was part of that. Financial stability and career goals felt like a distant dream, far removed from the reality he knew—what mattered to him was the here and now, actually living rather than merely surviving being the ultimate reward. For this, rules were not to be broken to impress others, but to gain experiences you otherwise wouldn’t have access to, to make life simpler or cheat your way for an advantage.
Of course, the superficial approval of bureaucratic overlords and official rulekeepers was just an unimportant footnote in his internal books. With this mindset, Aleks got through not only early childhood but also prep school. With little tricks—like hiding juice boxes behind shelves so he could grab a second one from the staff, or eavesdropping what other kids planned to tell about their past weekend so he could be the first to volunteer and steal their story—he found ways around nearly anything, be it important or casual convenient.
The point of rules and guidelines, even in absurd situations, was something he ultimately grew to happily ignore. His approach was to simply make life easier (and a bit more fun), with a sense of fairness he carves out for himself.
STATUS: Approved, Silas, July 7
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Stamina - 8 ✸ Evasion - 8 ✸ - Strength - 7 ✸ Wis. - 5 ✸ ArcPower - 5 ✸ Accuracy - 7
Stamina - 8 ✸ Evasion - 8 ✸ - Strength - 7 ✸ Wis. - 5 ✸ ArcPower - 5 ✸ Accuracy - 7
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Sadie Murdock
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
I messed up the code at first! Sorry!
PC: Sadie Murdock
iNPC: Sutton Sinclair
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
Sadie grew up as a mere muggle, unaware of the magic that sang within her veins, be it the magic of the Murdocks or the magic of her Veela grandmother.
Coming to Hogwarts as a first year, everything was very unfamiliar. While pureblood students were already accustomed to magical creatures, and portraits that spoke to them, and, of course, the very concept of spellcasting (at least, in theory), Sadie felt like she was swimming upstream for the entirety of her first year at Hogwarts.
She was passable at Potions and History of Magic, but her actual 'casting classes,' as she called them, led to her falling behind her peers. She was capable of casting the spells, of course, but there was much trial and error as she learned the skills. Defensive spells gave her the advantage that she knew she would use them regularly when she grew up, in order to protect herself from creatures and, apparently, dark wizards, but the more mundane, 'slice-of-life' spells, as she called them?
Well, Sadie could see a use for the Mending Charm. And Healing spells she would learn later on were very obviously useful. But how often would she really need to cast some of the spells that trivialized her muggle existence? She didn't need Lumos. She could carry a flashlight. She didn't need Wingardium Leviosa. She could, well, pick things up. That was her justification for her shortcomings.
Everything changed when she met her uncle Rory, and stayed at the Murdock family home over the summer after her first year.
Though it was illegal - she knew it was - he encouraged her to practice her spells at the Murdock family estate, using his wand.
"If anyone finds out about magic being cast here, it'll be on my wand. You'll be fine," he assured Sadie, and Sadie went along with it. Despite the wand not being hers, she found that under his tutelage, and with Midnight by her side, casting spells became almost infinitely easier.
They didn't focus on defensive magic, since Rory decided that she had a good head on her shoulders regarding that sort of magic. Her uncle instead wanted her to focus on integrating magic into her daily life. Reparo, Lumos, and similar such spells. In short, he wanted her to learn to think like a witch, instead of a muggle.
With his help, she formed a greater appreciation for Charms class over the summer, and his tutelage led to her mastering spells with ease, even after only brief theoretical readings on them.
Coming to Hogwarts as a first year, everything was very unfamiliar. While pureblood students were already accustomed to magical creatures, and portraits that spoke to them, and, of course, the very concept of spellcasting (at least, in theory), Sadie felt like she was swimming upstream for the entirety of her first year at Hogwarts.
She was passable at Potions and History of Magic, but her actual 'casting classes,' as she called them, led to her falling behind her peers. She was capable of casting the spells, of course, but there was much trial and error as she learned the skills. Defensive spells gave her the advantage that she knew she would use them regularly when she grew up, in order to protect herself from creatures and, apparently, dark wizards, but the more mundane, 'slice-of-life' spells, as she called them?
Well, Sadie could see a use for the Mending Charm. And Healing spells she would learn later on were very obviously useful. But how often would she really need to cast some of the spells that trivialized her muggle existence? She didn't need Lumos. She could carry a flashlight. She didn't need Wingardium Leviosa. She could, well, pick things up. That was her justification for her shortcomings.
Everything changed when she met her uncle Rory, and stayed at the Murdock family home over the summer after her first year.
Though it was illegal - she knew it was - he encouraged her to practice her spells at the Murdock family estate, using his wand.
"If anyone finds out about magic being cast here, it'll be on my wand. You'll be fine," he assured Sadie, and Sadie went along with it. Despite the wand not being hers, she found that under his tutelage, and with Midnight by her side, casting spells became almost infinitely easier.
They didn't focus on defensive magic, since Rory decided that she had a good head on her shoulders regarding that sort of magic. Her uncle instead wanted her to focus on integrating magic into her daily life. Reparo, Lumos, and similar such spells. In short, he wanted her to learn to think like a witch, instead of a muggle.
With his help, she formed a greater appreciation for Charms class over the summer, and his tutelage led to her mastering spells with ease, even after only brief theoretical readings on them.
I messed up the code at first! Sorry!
STATUS: Approved, Silas, July 7
PC: Sadie Murdock
iNPC: Sutton Sinclair