NPC Name | Hiro Bakugo
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Year | 2nd
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Final stats: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | ArcPower: 4 | Accuracy: 8
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NPC Name | Hiro Bakugo
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Year | 2nd
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NPC Name: Christopher Runnels
Link: Christopher Runnels
Year: 2nd
Stats: No Change
Abilities: Perfectionist, Terrible Presence
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Perfectionist

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Christopher stood in the empty classroom looking straight at the window. His face was screwed up with concentration as he tried to execute the spell he was working on perfectly. Ever since he'd been a child, Christopher had always valued precision. When his father was still alive he would take him hunting on occasion. He'd taught him to shoot a bow and arrow and Christopher had always remembered all the time and attention to detail his father had shown him when he taught him. He taught him that if something was worth learning or doing, it was worth doing correctly, perfectly, every time. He would always say, "If you strive for perfection then you'll always get the same, consistent results." Christopher had taken the lesson to heart. It was something that had stayed with him long after his father died.

He sat there for a moment pensively, now fully immersed in the memory. Step 1: Assume the shooting position - stand at a right angle with your back foot forward and your feet shoulder-width apart. Step 2. Nock the arrow - he remembered his bow had a stone ring to nock his arrow against. Step 3: Draw and anchor the bow - this had always been the hardest part for him. He had a lot of trouble finding and maintaining the proper position at force. Step 4: Aim - Aiming had always come naturally to him. He had very good eyesight and he was always able to acquire his targets easily. This also served him well in his spellcasting. He could always find what he was looking for. Step 5: Release, he always thought release should've been easier but the release was tied in with the follow-through, which was Step 6. His dad had once told him of a muggle sport called golf where the follow-through was also very important. Once he'd gotten the follow-through under control, he was able to shoot consistently. He still occasionally shot when he was home from school, but never at animals. He had no interest in killing anything, he just viewed the continual pursuit of perfection as something worth striving for.

He bore all of these lessons and his practice in mind as he stared at the window in front of him. He practiced the wand movement and repeatedly said the incantation in his head before preparing to properly cast the spell. At last, after all his practice, he pointed his wand at the window, completing the wand movement very carefully, while saying, "Quarzicum." The glass turned to sand and crumbled to the windowsill before his eyes.

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Ever since he had been a small child growing up in New England, there had always just been something about him that people found unsettling. He'd always been very pale as a child and as he kept growing up, his gaunt figure had always been very offputting to people. It just made them uneasy, a few of the kids in his first school were just downright terrified of him. One of his earliest memories was when he was about three years old he'd scared his nanny half to death. He was playing outside in the twilight and as dusk hit, the orange light of the sun hit him in such a way that, well there was no other word for it. He simply looked... well, demonic. His nanny had to stifle a scream and was nearly in tears as she told Christopher's parents about what happened. It was all they could do to get her to stay on and keep looking after Christopher. This, and other incidents that he noticed, had a profound effect on his psyche and personality. At first, when he was very young, he really would go out of his way to at least try to make people feel comfortable. As he got older and this continued, however, it just made him feel isolated and unwanted, and so that's how he started to act. His behavior became more and more unsettling to people.

The pain he suffered on the inside started to build and it caused his own obsession with pain. Not physical pain, but emotional pain. It became his obsession in life to try to master his pain and make him appealing to people again, but it just made it worse. He began using very cryptic phrases when he talked and his voice often sounded harsh and unnatural. Both his word and his speech were simply chilling to many people. As his reputation for being unsettling grew the people he interacted with started to split off into two groups. The first group was by far the biggest. These people could simply not stand the sight of him, let alone talk to him, and they avoided him whenever they could. The second group was much, much smaller. There was a small group of hangers-on - he'd never call them friends - that were intrigued by him and started to revere him and his obsession with pain. He could always be found with him and this simply made the larger group want to avoid him even more. They had no idea what his group saw in him and that just unsettled them.

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Name: Mari Chisako Baudelaire
School: Mahoutokoro
Year: 1st year
Status: Muggle-born
Appearance: Mari has an intimidating demeanor at the first glance. Her soft features form a resting straight face. She is above average height for her age at 4'11 and still growing. Her copper-brown hair runs wavily down her back, ending just above her thighs. It is usually kept out of her face in either a french braid or a bun.

Her typical clothing style consists of mainly basic items in dark or neutral tones. She doesn't favor frills or lace and instead opts for more minimalistic, practical choices. It is rare to find any hint of wear of mess in Mari's appearance. She rarely has a hair out of place if it's avoidable. All aspects need to be accounted for in order to create the perfect perception.


Personality: Mari is not "shy," per say, but filtered. She puts thought into what she says. Word choice matters. Intonation matters. Even the slightest raise of an eyebrow can change the meaning of a comment entirely. So, she controls herself. Everything little movement is done with intention (and a whole lot of overthinking) in order to create her desired impression.

Perfection is the desired impression. She does not want anything but, in the same way, wants everything, all at once. Mari craves recognition in all that she tries. If she can't be the best or have the most, why should she try at all? She has to succeed. If she succeeds, the feeling of outcasted-ness will go away, right? Right?

What Mari shows to the world is a reserved girl, one who will not state her opinions easily. Once she is comfortable enough, she will talk more. If she's not, she won't. Her mind is more serious than playful, yet she is capable of sarcasm and deadpan humor when desired. She cares for those around her and will opt to help someone in need if she is capable of it.

History:
The setting was a high school in Paris in the 1990s. Pierre Baudelaire was well-known within the school as a member of the student council as well as honor roll and many other accolades. That was why he was standing in the hallway at 7 in the morning to the receive the new transfer student, Ayana Chisako from Nagoya, Japan. Did he want to be there? No. Did he have a say? Also no. The principal said he had to so he had to. Thankfully for the 16 year old, he ended up enjoying the experience more than he thought, even the part where it turned into a date. Especially, the part where it turned into a date. 10 years later, the pair were married and living in an apartment in Tokyo.

On the 17th of December in 2010, Ayana gave birth to twin daughters. Mari was the older and larger one. As a baby, she was the less fussy of the two and more of a calm personality. Mai was the opposite. She was always crying over everything and anything.

As the two grew older, they became inseparable. Even in school, if one was there, the other was sure to be close. They had the same friends, did the same things, got invited to the same places. Both girls took ice skating lessons and were in the choir club in school.

It was on the ice where Mari had her first instance of magic. She was 6 years old and had just learned how to do a basic spin and a basic jump. In order to impress her friends, she thought to combine the two and do a spin-jump. This did not work so well for her. One of her ice skates caught on the other and she started falling towards the ice. Luckily, the skate's grip on the ice strengthened enough for her to keep her on her feet and she got out of the situation with no injuries, only flushed cheeks.

One day, Mari received notice that she was accepted into Mahoutoukoro, a school where she hadn't applied. She hadn't even heard of it before. That was the day when she first learned about the existence of magic.

Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes. Ideally filling the open chaser spot.
Is your character a Duelist? No.
Stats:
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 8
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 5
Arc power: 4
Accuracy: 7
Abilities: Interception

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It was 7 in the morning and Mari's brain felt like it had been possessed by the clouds of fog that hung low in the sky. She clung to her Quidditch robes, pulling them closely around her figure. They were hardly sufficient protection against the cold air of Minami Iwo Jima. Her eyebags were maroon-tinted and prevalent on her face. "Like a racoon," her teammate had teased her the other day. They had a point.

She took her practice broom and joined the ranks of her teammates, standing in a line and ready to receive instructions from the captain. Hopefully it would go quickly. The eleven-year-old was bouncing on her toes to get in the air. The adrenaline she felt from flying never failed to help her wake up.

Mari internalized the instructions before pushing off and taking flight. Basic flight drills were a common experience in her life yet she could always benefit from more practice with them. It was a case where she would do whatever it took to make sure she achieved the ideal form. It would come to her aid in matches.

Matches... It was her first year on the team. She was one of the youngest at twelve years old. If she were to have a game-winning moment, then, maybe, she could become one of the stars of the team. Then, maybe, she could be captain herself by the time she's older. Mari could imagine it already. She could visualize the stadium in all of its glory expanding below her. She could see herself shooting a quaffle through the goalposts. She could hear the loud cheers of the crowd screaming her name. She could imagine the growls of the muggle cars in the distance.

Wait... muggle cars? That made no sense. Mari snapped out of her daydream and looked around. Surely enough, the growls were real. On her right was a muggle airplane. It was a military model, one of the types commonly found at the nearby airbase. If she were to continue on her planned course, she would crash fatally in approximately 10 seconds.

Quickly, she pointed the tip of her broom towards the ground and increased her speed to the max. Since it was a school broom, it didn't go very fast but it did the trick. She swerved downward and avoided crashing into or being seen by those in the plane. She shouted out to her teammates who had drifted in another direction to warn them. They would have to postpone their practice until the planes had finished morning drills.

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Link to Encyclopedia [Sara Kohana]

Student Year: 4th Year

Stat Changes: +1 stat to accuracy ( 7 ➻ 8 )

Proof of Achievement: Dueling Win

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|| Terrible Presence || Lovely Creature || Fearless || Evasive Meneuvers I ||

Stats

Stamina: 5 || Evasion: 14 || Strength: 14 || Wisdom: 3 || Arcane Power: 10 || Accuracy: 8

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Terrible Presence

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When his parents show off Sara’s baby photos, a viewer's usual reaction is to ask if he was adopted. Well, sure he had a rather intimidating look about him, with his short hair, piercing stare, and clothing style. But underneath that rough exterior, anyone who knew him personally could see what a gentle softie he was. If it was not a blank intimidating stare he was wearing, it was an awkward grin. Rarely had anyone seen him truly angry. His parents had to explain 99% of the time why Sara as a younger child looked like he was planning world domination.

In Japanese, Kohana could be translated to Little Flower. Sara was given his name to suit such a flowery-themed name. In kanji, his name directly translates to Blossom Little Flower. It was a lovely idea! With two flower-obsessed parents, they had dreamed of Sara growing up as they did. With unconditional love for flowers. Perhaps even passionate enough to take over their flower shop. Unfortunately, that dream and expectation of theirs would never come true.

It was not as bad as a baby and toddler. He and his parents lived in a cosy modest room above their flower shop. Despite living right above a pollen-infested danger room, his parents had gone through dedicated methods to completely separate their house from their flower shop. In that house, the theme was minimalistic. Thinking they had seen enough flowers in the shop, the house was devoid of such monstrosities. This is why it came as a surprise to them when Sara, who had been confined to the safe quarters of their home, had a massive sneezing allergy to pollen.

The Great Discovery was found out when he was 8. While Sara had gone in and out of the flower shop to either go outside or play with cats, he never had to stay in there for long hours. Even before the Great Discovery, Sara had always felt an awful feeling towards flowers. He had to suffer a few sneezes and whatnot whenever he passed those dreaded plants, but after a few breaths of fresh air, he felt better. For the longest time, he thought it was just the cold weather, which was fitting for him as he would sneeze when he was too cold as well.

That all changed when his parents wanted to teach him how to run the flower shop. Every Saturday, he was to sit in the flower shop and observe the work, needing to do simple tasks as well. His parents were surprised that their mostly behaved and gentle boy could make such a face all day.

Despite being a mere child, his angry stare was something that even sent adults shivering. Chilling enough for several customers to visit the other flower shop down the road. What's worse is that he wouldn’t say anything. He only keeps a napkin by hand to sneeze into and his stare cold and hard whenever it lands on the colorful flowers. The uncomfortably he felt puts him in an awful mood, but he was not a complainer, and therefore kept quiet. Which may have intensified his foul mood, making his customer service skills go down the drain.

Knowing his parents were so proud of him, he kept silent about his growing hatred for being a florist for weeks, attending every Saturday florist work he had. However, that had to change when he was now expected to stay awhile every two days. His pent-up frustration started to seep into his daily life, making him easily irritable, constantly snappy and frowning.

Everywhere since then, all he could see was those blasted- eye itching- puke-inducing- assortments of dangerous petals. He thought it was the bright colors that he had a weird deep hatred for, so he started to feel angry whenever he even sees a few colourful tones. That tree with its luscious bright green leaves? Burn it. That calming blue sky above him? Burn it. That poodle with pink dyed hair? Don’t burn it, but please don’t dye the poodle anymore.

His teachers and friends noticed his change of demeanour first. The aura around him changed drastically. While he was still very polite, it was easy to sense the anger that laced in his tone. Suddenly, his peers were aware of his tall height, sharp stare and rough voice. All that added with his deafening silence and angry tone, Sara’s friend list on Facebook started getting short really fast.

After a week of losing friends, losing sleep, and losing his mind, he went to his parents and told them the truth about his experience with working as a florist. Truthfully, the idea of Sara being slightly allergic to flowers didn’t even come to his parent's mind until after their visit to the doctor. While they now understood the situation better, and Sara’s florist days were over, there was no cure to his hatred.

In fact, knowing about his allergy made him even more furious. Now not only did things with color make him wear an ugly scowl, but every single flower sent him fuming. Plastic, drawing, shape, you name it- he hates it. His parents had tried to help him with it, but it was no use. He wanted total domination of flowers. Environment be damned, he’d burned them, said he, menacingly to his parents who asked what he wanted for his birthday.

In fear that Sara would pick up on pyromaniac tendencies, his parents opted for a change of environment for Sara. He was sent to his grandmother's house to live in. Sara was still constantly in a foul mood and often scared people by how silent and menacing he is. But living with his grandmother, he learned that in a household, there can only be one cranky hag and it could not be him. His grandmother was eccentric at best, and devil-looking at worst. Healthy, upbeat, and with a history in the military, Sara had another thing that contributed to his foul mood.

2 years into their cohabitation, while the kid and the elderly had their rough demeanors clash multiple times, Sara had noticed that pink poodles could exist. His grandmother never praised his constant foul mood, but she had done a wonderful job at taking his focus away from flowers and bright colors. Slowly but surely, his dreams of being an arsonist faded and he found his old self again.

Although he had reconnected with his gentle side and was no longer in a constant bad mood, it didn’t change his natural face. Inherited from his grandmother, he had a resting look that could kill. Perhaps it was the years he spent making an angry face, but he could not do anything to ease people whenever he was near them. As if traces of his dark past were still on his face, people tended to stay away from the tall boy, eager not to anger him. Although he was in a happy mood, there was no way to undo his stone-cold, mean-looking face..

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With his presence, he makes people tremble. Their eyes watch him and their hearts beat faster than a normal rate. But it was when he turned 12 that people started to think that perhaps their heart was racing for a different reason..

Before, they couldn’t see his face properly. His hair was often unkempt and shaggy, as a poor attempt to cover his naturally angry eyebrows. But When his grandmother expressed that she wanted to save a little money for her ‘next hot date’, Sara went to the barber to give him a haircut, hoping to cut his hair enough so they no longer need to constantly buy shampoo for his previously long hair.

Unfortunately, the barber got a bit too much of his hair- pretty much leaving him with almost none left. Sara forgave him of course, as now they could save shampoo usage even more! Unexpected luck, how sweet. The grandmother didn’t share his happiness with his new look. “ It’s shiny!” Which was a compliment, Sara thought. Being shiny was quite a nice look, wasn’t it? He would find out later that he was not the only one who liked his new look.

Apart from being amazing caretakers to flowers, there was another reason why his parents' flower shop gained a lot of attention. They did not have a history of being a cranky child that was constantly thinking of world domination, unlike their only son. Therefore, no one had expected Sara to inherit their ability to attract onlookers. His past years, he still attracted onlookers, but for completely different reasons.

Which is why he didn’t feel any different than he did before. People were definitely still avoiding him if they could help it. They still jumped whenever his piercing stares met theirs and looked away the next second. The acceptance he learned to live with his intimidating aura had made him oblivious to the faint blushes his peers' cheeks had after looking away.

Yes, being near Sara felt like you were standing next to a person who could crush you and leave you to live your life as a crumpled ball. But if you sucked in the chilling aura and were brave enough to take a longer glance at his face, you could melt in a puddle right there. Several classmates had linked Sara to a Persian cat.

Angry looking, with their own special elegance that made it stand out. Look past his scary demeanor, and you would know he definitely took after his attractive parents.

Fearless

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It’s hard to be scared of others when you are considered scary yourself. Despite his record of stumbling over his words and relatively shy nature, he is not one to run away in the face of danger. Yes, he’s a cry baby. But he’s also a brave crybaby. Tears are hella manly. And only the bravest souls would be able to admit their feelings and let it out. He had suspected that his grandmother only told him that so he would cry more at school than at home. But regardless, in his head it had always been: cry more = more brave. Such an inspirational quote. So much that there is a badly drawn poster of it plastered above his bedside.

In addition to this, apart from his rather mischievous grandmother, he had grown up with the most loving parents anyone could ever ask for. They had made him the gentle and kind boy he is today. And with that they had taught him a few things in life that were important in his everyday life.

First, you do not judge anyone by their covers. Like him, there would be plenty of people with angry eyebrows that may like cats as much as he does. Second, mean people are only mean because they have been hurt. So try to understand it from their point of view. To understand one is to befriend one.

Third, be kind to animals. Some may want to eat your flesh, but if you invite them for tea, perhaps you will have a jolly time. It was no wonder his grandmother never wanted to live with them.

Regardless, it would be hard to scare the boy who attempted to understand everything. Even the scariest creature would not be able to scare him since they might enjoy a tea party if Sara invited them.

In addition to this, from the age of 7-12, he had thought he was a descendant of ogres. A crude joke from his grandmother that ended up making him read any picture book he could find on ogres and other related mythical creatures. By a very young age, he had already exposed himself to different picture books containing the magical creature. With an urge to understand his ‘heritage’, he would find the not-so-kid-friendly picture books in the library and promptly apologize to the librarian after he was done. Sure, he cried at some of those photos and drawings. But the more he exposed himself to them, the less he cried. Eventually being used to the most gruesome or grotesque images and their history.

Evasive Maneuvers

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Evasive may be the last ability you’d think of when seeing Sara. His burly build made it seem like he was the type to send a powerful punch but be slow on his attacks. It’s no lie that his punches could make people weep from pain, but it wouldn’t be smart to underestimate his agility.

As a young boy, he had a terrible past where his entire being was the human reincarnation of the emogis. The life of someone who was allergic to pollen while living in a flower shop with his 2 florist parents made it hard to be happy about anything. His days were spent grunting, snapping, and frowning at everything and everyone in sight. The nasty reputation he had in his small hometown wasn’t helping either.

Though the issue was resolved once he had moved in with his grandmother and returned to his old marshmallow self, the prior actions Sara had done will continue to haunt him to this day. While he was still somewhat self-conscious about it now, he was very insecure about it when he was younger. It took years to get used to how differently he was treated due to his intimidating appearance and the reputation his old self had left him.

He wasn’t bullied, but no fists needed to be swung to understand how he was not favoured among many. The whispers and sideways glances were too hard to ignore, even for Sara. No one dared to touch him of course, not with his evident strength. And knowing his grandmother was in the army? Fat chance of anyone messing with him, face to face. But that only made him more anxious. He made a promise to himself that even with his strength, he would always be on the defensive and avoid hurting anyone. It was never in his nature to use forceful ways to get what he wanted.

How serious he was about his promise would be tested as time passed. Some children become gutsier as they grow older. The gang of gangster wannabe kids would prove that by surrounding Sara after school with intention of teaching him who's ‘boss’. A term that confused Sara because he didn’t recall having any jobs at school that made him a boss of anything.

One by one kid would attempt a chance to land a hit on him. Sara, reminding himself that he didn’t want to hurt any of them, merely placed all his energy into avoiding them whenever they tried anything. Being on his guard for so long had prepared him to survive this unfair attack. Despite it being 1 vs 6, none of them seemed to be able to get close to Sara at all. Just as they were about to hurt him, Sara’s determination made him narrowly avoid their attacks. Thankfully, someone had called a teacher before it could get worse, but little did he know this would be a regular thing to him.

After that attack, it seemed like beating him in a fight was a sort of honor among gangster wannabes in his muggle school. And it would always end the same way, Sara running away without a single scratch, profusely apologizing as he ran away. It was evasion practice for him. A band of 4-7 kids tried to hit him and ultimately failed. At some point in time, people stopped ganging up on him. Although it had been years since anyone attempted to attack him, Sara’s evading skills never dulled.

It was clear that he was very serious about his promise of never hurting anyone and being on the defensive.

Is your character a Broom Racer? NO.

Is your character a Quidditch Player?YES.

Is your character a Duelist? NO.

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Name: Ren Willow-Saito

School: Mahoutokoro

Year: Year 1.

Status: Muggle-born

Appearance: Ren is generally on the short side - though his thin build often allows assumptions that he's taller whilst he's sitting down - with pale ghostly skin and longish dyed white hair. His eyes are big and curious, coloured in a pale greenish blue and his nose is decorated with a small splatter of freckles. He often dresses smart, in earthy tones, accessorising with art supplies haphazardly tucked into pockets, behind his ears or even in his hair and he isn’t afraid to go against the gender binary either, occasionally wearing dresses or skirts.

Personality: Ren is autistic and choice mute - only speaking to cast spells - and mostly communicating via sign language or a lanyard of communication cards that he wears around his neck. When he was young, he struggled massively to talk to anyone, including his family, though whether due to the early neglect or simply a developmental struggle is unknown. As he grew up however, he learned that his voice wasn’t the only way to express himself and thus threw himself into learning all about the arts. He expresses how he feels through his paintings and drawings, as well as music and dancing.

History: Ren Nakamura was born, April 4th, in Tokyo Japan to poor muggle parents who couldn’t care for him. Regardless of their love for their son, the pair made the difficult decision to place him into the foster system, thinking it in their son's best interest to have such an opportunity to be placed with a family that would be able to provide and care for him.

His first instance of magic had happened over a dispute between himself and another child, which had ended in Ren unintentionally shattering a window; however, it was this incident that allowed him to be found by the magical community and eventually led to him being placed into the care of his mothers.

Skadi Willow, a Scottish witch, graduated from the wise and intelligent house of Ravenclaw, later becoming an auror along with her sister Niamh.
Her wife, Kyouko Saito, a witch from Japan and a rather savvy business woman, had met during Kyouko’s time in Britain, where the the two fell in love and later married, before eventually moving to Kyoto Japan and settling down to start a family.

They began to foster Ren when the child was about eight years old, and by that time, already had several other adopted children: Constance, Momoko, Heimdall and Maeve.

Ren was very loved, and found himself to rather enjoy having four older siblings (which later turned to five plus one younger with the additions of Hitomi and Oscar), as well as a plethora of cousins that he got to see during the holidays in the UK. Ren is my PC, Qrow Beithir's, Cousin
The year before Ren was to get his letter for Mahoutokoro, his foster mothers surprised him with the announcement of his adoption, which led to the changing of his surname to Willow-Saito.


Is your character a Broom Racer? NO.

Is your character a Quidditch Player? NO.

Is your character a Duelist? NO.

Stats:
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 3
Strength: 6
Wisdom: 10
ArcPower: 6
Accuracy: 5
STA 05 | EVA 03 | STR 06 | WIS 10 | ARC 06 | ACC 05


Abilities: Calming Presence.

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There was something about Ren Willow-Saito that just made him so easy to be around. Perhaps it was his silence, or perhaps it was simply just a part of the child's disposition but he seemed to have a rather calming presence.
Of course, things weren’t always this way; there was once a time when even the slightest thing could have set the child off, the constant change in his life as he jumped between foster families, the worry of his discovery of the magical world, etc…
But soon, the worry just stopped. Ren had grown so used to having his own feet kicked out from under him, so used to the constant changes that kept appearing in his life, that eventually he learned to find comfort amidst the chaos.
At first, it was a cause for concern for many; the relaxed state of which the child was perpetually in at every given moment, despite everything that unfolded around him. A foster child, bouncing around from family to family, eventually coming to live in a house with four other children - all of which were incredibly rowdy and excitable - as well as two immensely different witches that at times could be a little bit overbearing; yet Ren remained calm and relaxed through everything. He no longer saw the point in worrying over things of the future, instead preferring to simply live in the moment.
Eventually, those around him grew used to his silent peace; his newly found family growing fond of basking in his serenity. His siblings would seek him out to talk about their worries or simply just for the comfort of his presence and in turn Ren would listen attentively and provide a strong hug when needed.

One day, as he was lounging in the living room, one of his sisters approached him; Maeve, who was always relatively calm, was in visible distress, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "Can I rant to you for a moment?" She asked, voice shaking.

Ren moved his legs off the sofa, motioning with his hand for her to sit.

The girl took a deep breath. "I really messed up and said something awful to Heimidall and I... What should I do?"

Ren listened, face calm as he waited for his sister to finish talking. His hands moved gracefully as he signed the phrase ‘take a breath’ before he placed Maeve's hand on his chest and took an exaggerated breath for her to copy. Once she had calmed down, his hands moved again. ‘We are family. You are sorry. He will understand.’

The girl wiped her tears and smiled at her brother before tackling him into a hug. "Thank you," she said. "You always know exactly what to say." Ren smiled teasingly at her poor choice of words before he was met with a pillow being slammed in his face. “You know what I mean!” She exclaimed.

Ren shrugged, taking the pillow and placing it behind his head, lying down and giving Maeve a thumbs up. He hadn’t always been this calm, but it was always pleasant to see how he could help others with it.

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Pending (Lear) June 8

I submitted a copy of your bio to the Index team because I need to verify if I am allowed to approve of the childhood neglect as mentioned in the bio. i am awaiting follow-up.

Pending (Lear) June 9

I have gotten a follow-up from index. I am not able to approve of a neglect background.

Approved (Lear) June 9

A copy of your encyclopedia can be found here: [Link]

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Stamina 8 | Evasion 8 | Strength 7 |Wisdom 3 | Arcane Power 4 | Accuracy 10
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[b]Y1 perfectionist[/b]
  [reducio][quote]Things needed to be just right. No more and no less, there was always something to improve on. This has been going on since he was younger, were his pears just scribbled about out of lines Ritsu would make sure they were in the line and that the color was all through. He had a few plants at his home, non magical muggle ones, with these plants he checked everyday that they were watered and had no dyeing leaf's. They were perfect. His father wanted him to let up some, and remined him that things could fail and it would be ok. But his was just how he was, and it would not change when he arrived at school and started to learn his spells. And wouldn't change for the rest of his life. 

He took his time, perfected his movements, learned all the etymology. Spent most of his time studding how to make sure there was as little chance to fail as possible. He couldn't fail, what if he needed to cast a spell to save his friends? and couldn't because of how little he studied? no. That couldn't happen. Because in his mind failure was not an option. Now of course things could be exactly perfect and he would mess up from time to time, Ritsu was human.

He didn't mind all the work he did to make things perfect, He rather enjoyed it. He may have appeared stressed to those who saw his hard work but it calmed him.  His work paying off was the best thing that he could do, every right spell he casted and every plant he kept alive it brought him joy. All the wrong spells that he did only fueled his need to work more. Showing him that hard work could pay off. There was the stinge of sadness and guilt when the spell failed. And yet again only fueling his need to do more. 

Once he made the quidditch team he needed to let some of his study time go down. To work on his skills on the broom and working on being a good and valuable member to the team as a whole. Working on perfecting his skills as a quidditch player more now. As many, many people always say, hard work pays out. It was true, He got better and better, failing less and less. Although sometimes he failed, he got right back up and tried again.  [/quote][/reducio] [/quote]

Pending June 8 (Lear)

Should be Year 2 - please bump up your stats up to second year at least unless you are planning to he held back

Also, remember you have 2 ability slots.

Checked for edits - none found (Lear) June 9-

Approved (Lear) June 11

Please just make a fresh post when you have the other ability written up.

iNpc Mahoutokoro

FIRST INSTANCE OF MAGIC

Reducio

One day when her parents were out in the garden, they decided to take Hana with her, maybe give her something to do outside as she was always inside. Seven year old Hana toddled out to the bright sunshine and looked for things to do in this rich playground of green and picked up a pot. It was a strawberry planted in. Sadly, the soil was dry and the stem was shrivlled up. It was obviously dead. Hana didn't think that of course, as soon as she touched the plant, it bursted to life, turning fresh and green. She was happy, and brought it to her mother and presented it to her. Her mother was overjoyed. Maybe Hana would go to Mahoutokoro after all.

BROOM RACER no BROOM RACER no BROOM RACER no

STATS stamina 8| evasion 10| strength 7 wisdom 2| arc power 3| accuracy 10

Pending June 8 (Lear)

We are entering our second year with these characters. Please increase your year to year 2 and give yourself 5 more sat points unless you intend on staying back a year on your PC.

Approved (Lear) June 9