NPC Name: Agata Ríos Matos
Link: Agata
Year: Fourth
Stats: N/A
Abilities: Comprehend Languages - Parselmouth

Extracurricular: Staying as broom racer
Content Changes: N/A
Trunk Coding:

Name: Meghan Alcatraz FairBairn
School: Castelobruxo
Year: Year 2
Status: Wizardborn
Appearance:

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Personality:


History: Meghan Alcatraz FairBairn was born to An Elizabeth FairBairn and Joseph Alcatraz on Eleventh of November, 2012 in a big hospital in the magical side of world near her grandparents and later being taken to her Parent's place to America. Joseph and Elizabeth met early into their years of their magic school. Their first encounter was very sour but as years passed the rivalry turned into friendship and friendship grew into Love and affection. A year after after finishing school as Joseph and Elizabeth found jobs they proposed to each other and got married, later moving to an Apartment and then later moving to a bigger house with a Garden and a small made up pond in Manhattan, New York.

Meg's grandparents later shifted near her parents as she reached elementary school age, She used to hear stories about how her grandparents met and got to know each other. Meg grew up in a very loving home surrounded by warmth and love all around. Meg was never forced by her family into anything she did not wish to partake in. Her mother was a great quidditch player and her father one of Elizabeth's best spectators. As Meg grew her mother helped Meg in her interest for Quidditch and slowly started teaching her the basic rules and regulations as well as telling her some of her most amazing plays.

First Instance of Magic : Meg's first instance of Magic came about when she was about four years old and was reading the newspaper with her Father, it had a very cute little dragon flying around inside, Meg was really delighted after seeing the dragon ,after a while the spare papers on her dad's desk started folding itself and then shaped itself into the shape of the dragon and started flying around Meg.


Is your character a Broom Racer? No

Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes (keeper)

Is your character a Duelist? No

Stats:



Abilities:

Ability 1 : Sixth Sense

Made an edit to remove almost all mentions of muggle world or pop culture July 2

Pending June 29 (Lear)
There appears to be some blood status confusion as you have made a wizardborn child that watches TV, references scary movies and is legally named Megatron as named by maternal wizardborn siblings which according to google is a transformer. As a wizardborn this does not make sense and would need to be either heavily explained ("my parents were into muggle media" will not suffice) or edited out/altered.

Pending July 1 (Lear)
I see an edit has been made to this which basically stated that the reason why your wizardborn parents know muggle media as well as they do is because they were really into muggle media which is specifically what I said I would not accept. However, I will reference I mean if noted muggle expert Arthur Weasley could not comprehend a phone, an invention from 150 years ago. I may have a stricter interpretation than others, another admin might accept this, so I will include them in this receipt if they would like to step in. If so, they are free to approve but I will not approve this NPC for the reason mentioned above.

Pending July 4 (Lear)
Removed most muggle references with the exception of being born in a muggle hospital (why, muggle hospitals do not have as many or as effective means of healing) and that you were watching TV during your first instance of magic with your father.
I will reach out to validations regarding the first instance of magic:

First Instance of Magic : Meg's first instance of Magic came about when was about four years old and was watching television with her Father, it had a very cute little dragon flying around inside, Meg really wanted it with in her hands and she used all her will to try and get it,after a while the spare paper on her dad's desk started folding itself and then shaped itself into the shape of the dragon and started flying around Meg.

I will follow-up in a few hours with the replies I get.

Follow-up: That she used all her will makes it seem less accidental and more intentional. She just isn't good enough at magic yet to get exactly what she intended, but she was intending to get the dragon. I'd say no.

Approved July 5 (Lear)
Copy of Encyclopedia Page

NPC Name: Briar S. Toussaint
Link: [ link ]
Year: Incoming Second Year
Stats: N/A
Abilities:

FIRST YEAR ABILITY: KEEN EYE


SECOND YEAR ABILITY: LOVELY CREATURE

Extracurricular: N/A
Content Changes:

[ FIRST INSTANCE OF MAGIC ] Briar was five years old in his mother's garden when a snake had slithered itself in after being comfortable around Sarai as a Parselmouth. The youngest Toussaint twin had noticed the serpent and began to hyperventilate causing the snake to freak out as well. With both rising in stress and anxiety, Briar's magic clicked in that instant and caused the young boy to float himself out of the garden and in through a window putting himself in their living room successfully. Naturally, he showed his magic ability years before Alphonse did as the more magically inclined brother and never rubbed that in, despite thinking about it often.

Trunk Coding: N/A

Approved July 1 (Lear)

NPC Name: Azul Coyotl
Link: Azul
Year: Second
Stats: New stats:
Sta: 10 Eva: 11 Str: 1 Wis: 4 Arc: 4 Acc: 10

Approved July 1 (Lear)

NPC Name: Alphonse J. Toussaint
Link: Kachow.
Year: Incoming Second Year
Stats: STA: 6 EVA: 10 STR: 10 WIS: 5 ARC: 0 ACC: 10 - Quidditch Win
Abilities:

FIRST YEAR ABILITY : CHARMER / word count: 428.

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It would come to no one's surprise that Alphonse would grow to be a bit of a charmer; perhaps, it was courtesy of a natural charisma. Perhaps it was the innate desire to be liked - to be as grand and brilliant as the sun itself. Neither here nor there, he would most certainly exude effulgence in every dwelling the boy blessed his presence with and easily wrapped his grandparents, relatives, and cousins around his little finger, despite how much of a troublemaker Alphonse tended to be.

As Alphonse aged, his former soft features broadened both in stance and structure, and his complexion darkened, transforming into the stark reminder of the father neither Alphonse nor Briar had and a ghost of his mother's past. The boy would certainly mature to be a handsome man one day, and the boy knew it too, however Alphonse's distinct appearance that bore no resemblance to that of his mother or twin brother stirred quite the curiosities among his family and village that the boy couldn't fathom. While his appearance had only slightly impacted how he was perceived growing up, Alphonse knew his looks alone would not allow him to be so personable and magnetic.

In terms of disposition, Alphonse is a pensive yet impulsive boy. Often regarded as a high-energy conversationalist at best, the oldest of the Toussaint progeny displayed a social aptitude that is without flaw. A wide array of hobbies and skills would also draw in personalities from all walks of life to befriend him. The boy often surrounded himself with a mass swarm of friends and girls at all times owing to bumptiousness and borderline chesty demeanor, and Alphonse consistently meticulously chose his words to satiate his intended audience while accentuating his remarkableness. His extroversion and array of interests dubbed him the rather fascinating and adaptive Toussaint between him and his brother, as the oldest of the twins had the aptitude to naturally command any social circle, atmosphere, or situation he found himself in.

His natural charm, however, was a multifaceted trait and not always utilized for the purest reasons. When genuine, his charm bred and solidified trust and unwavering loyalty to those closest to him - especially in that of his twin brother Briar. Alphonse took it upon himself to protect his younger and frailer of the Toussaint progeny. There were days when Alphonse's charm would be deceptive; his at-times beguiling nature served as a resource to circumvent undesired consequences, conflict, and, at times, chores upon request of his demanding mother by smooth-talking to negotiate his way out of them.

SECOND YEAR ABILITY : - / word count: tbd.

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Extracurricular: Still Chaser.
Content Changes: N/A
Trunk Coding: N/A

Approved July 1 (Lear)

FULL NAME Martín Thiago de Alarcón Villca D.O.B. 20 June, 2008 MAGICAL TALENT Seer SCHOOL YEAR Sixth Year SPECIES Human AGE 16 RESIDENCE Cusco, Peru BLOOD-STATUS Pureblood

PATRONUS Unknown

BOGGART Unknown

THESTRALS Not Visible

HEIGHT 5'6" (166.4cm) WEIGHT 131 lbs (59.6kg) BUILD Average BIRTHMARKS N/A ACCENT Peruvian HAIR STYLE Short HAIR COLOR Black with Gray Strands EYE COLOR Dark Brown GLASSES No SKIN TONE Tanned TATTOOS N/A SCARS N/A

Martín carries a blend of Spanish and Quechua heritage in his appearance. His jet black hair is streaked with gray strands, a consequence of possessing the gift of Sight. He is of average height and build and walks with confidence and refined posture.

Martín is proud of his mestizo heritage, the combination of two pureblood lines with origins in Spain and South America. He is confident, approachable, and always ready to help those around him believing it is his obligation to lead, particularly to lead those who may not have the strongest magical lineages. Though he has the gifts of a seer, Martín keeps his abilities to himself, preferring to not draw attention to his inherited talent although this can be difficult due to the random nature of when visions might occur.

While he is open and engaging, Martín’s strong sense of duty can sometimes lead him to be overly controlling, insisting that things are done his way. This can come across as arrogance and hubris. He struggles with perfectionism, which can frustrate both himself and others when situations don't meet his high standards. Though he means well, his confidence can also sometimes come across as stubbornness, especially when he refuses to adapt to new ideas or consider the input of others.

Early Life

Martín Thiago de Alarcón Villca was born on June 20, 2008, in Cusco, Peru. His birth coincided with the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year and a day considered to be the rebirth of the sun. This timing led to his childhood nickname of "Inti," the name of the Incan sun god and a combination of the last syllable of his first name and the initial sound of his second.

He was born into a privileged wizarding family, the result of the union between two pureblood lines that was not without some controversy. Martín's father was of the de Alarcón family from Spain which can trace its origins to the conquest of Alarcón by King Alfonso VIII in 1184. The family was known for its research endeavors and members of the family were amongst the first to volunteer to sail to the New World, enticed by its undiscovered mysteries. When he was 9, Martín's father was sent to Peru where he was able to live with relatives that had immigrated centuries prior. This was common practice for members of the family as there was a belief that Castelobruxo was a superior research institution to Beauxbatons.

Martín's mother was a Villca, a family belonging to the indigenous Q'ero ethnic group. In Quechua, villca meant "sacred" in and the name was partially derived from Vilcabamba, the capital of the Neo-Inca State where the family resided until its conquest by the Spanish conquistador Martin Hurtado de Arbieto in 1572. Modern anthropologists posit that the Q'ero are the direct descendants of the Inca and were the last vestiges of resistance against the Spanish invasion. Q'ero mythology itself suggests their ancestors defended themselves with the aid of local mountain deities called apus who summoned earthquakes and rockslides to hinder the Spanish invaders. In reality, these feats were performed by magical practitioners like those in the Villca family although the additional intervention of apus is something still under debate. In either case, the myth was intentionally altered to maintain the secrecy of the magical world.

Despite several centuries of separation, some emotions run deep. When Martín's father and mother met and began dating during their studies at Castelobruxo, there was heavy disapproval from the Villca side of the family. They viewed Martín's father as a modern day colonizer coming to South America solely for the purpose of exploiting its resources for research rather than any true care for the land or its people. Over the objections of the family, the pair married and moved a short distance away to Cusco where they purchased a home and began their new family.

Martín was the eldest of four children the couple eventually came to have. As the eldest, he had additional expectations. While his siblings played, he would occasionally be stuck indoors with the family's private tutor where he received extra instruction for his education. It was during these times that he began to develop something of a superiority complex, insisting he knew better than his friends and siblings. Luckily for him, he managed to do so in a way that did not blatantly insult the intelligence of others. Usually.

First Instance of Magic

At the age of 10, Martín experienced his first instance of magic, an event that hinted to his future abilities as a seer. While playing with his siblings in the family's private garden in Cusco, Martín had a sudden flash of intuition. He felt an inexplicable urge to move away from a particular spot near an old tree. A moment later, a branch fell exactly where he had been standing.

This incident, witnessed only by his father and siblings, was initially attributed to luck or quick reflexes. However, it was accompanied by a small burst of magic that caused nearby flowers to bloom out of season. This combination of intuition and magic was the first indication of Martín's latent abilities, though the full extent of his powers as a seer would not become obvious for several more years.

Castelobruxo

Like all magically talented children in South America, Martín received his acceptance letter to Castelobruxo via tropical bird on the first day of Carnival. He was accompanied by his parents to the city of Manaus where they bid him farewell as he departed on the Diver ship that would bring him to the school.

As a student, Martín excelled in Divination and Ritual Magic and elected to take Classical Ch'olti' as a language due to a familiarity with Quechua growing up. High grades in these classes and others allowed him to take Astronomy and Theory of Magic as superior classes. While still in its early stages, he is planning to write his research thesis on magic and its relationship to the planet with a specific focus on how magic might flow through the planet to connect distance continents.

Overview

Like all seers, Martín's gift of Sight was a rare manifestation of a recessive gene rooted in both sides of his family. The primary source of this talent likely came from his maternal family which has long had a deep connection to and actively practiced Q’ero spiritualism. It was said that every three generations a Villca would be born with the gift of Sight although the veracity of this rests entirely on oral tradition. While the potential for heightened intuition came from the Villca line, it was likely only activated by a dormant seer gene from the de Alarcón family. This was something Martín had only discovered during a trip to his family’s ancestral home in Spain during one school break. After experiencing his first vision at the age of 13, he set upon a quest to discover who had been a seer in his paternal past as none of his living relatives knew. Family chronicles noted that deep in the de Alarcón family's past, there was an astronomer who exhibited the gift of Sight and prophetic visions. The entry in the chronicle had been hidden and was only discovered by Martín's use of the revealing charm on the parchment. After cross-referencing the dates and consulting with his grandfather, he came to the conclusion that the entry had likely been concealed in the late 14th century to avoid persecution by the Catholic Church. It would seem someone in his family had expected the Spanish Inquisition.

In a manner similar to other seers, Martín’s talents initially manifested as brief flashes of intuition, such as that which occurred during his first use of magic. They began as innocuous things, like knowing where his siblings were hiding during hide and seek or knowing just the right moment to come inside before rain would begin. These moments of intuition grew more frequent as Martín got older but he simply chalked it up to being lucky or just having good sense. However, it was not until he was 13 that he experienced his first vision and he realized the things he had experienced were something beyond the normal.

The only way he could describe that experience was strange. Strange mostly because he remembered so little of it. One moment he had been walking with his siblings in the garden and the next he was in his bed, surrounded by his parents and extended family. They told him that he had frozen in place as if in a trance, his eyes turning a milky white and staring at nothing. One of the Q’ero elders confirmed for him what had happened. Martín was a seer with the gift of Sight and he had just experienced his first vision. A vision Martín could frustratingly not remember clearly. Even as he learned to live with his visions as time passed by and to record them in a sort of dream record book, that initial vision remained a blur and one he desperately wishes he could remember in full.

Castelobruxo

Keeping Martín's talent a secret from school authorities at Castelobruxo was not difficult the first few years. For one, not even Martín knew what he was yet as the gift of Sight had not fully developed until later and there were no physical differences to set him apart from the other students. As he got older, particularly during his fifth year of study, he took to dyeing his hair to conceal the strands of gray that had begun to appear. This was more out of vanity rather than an intentional act to hide his talent although it served both purposes.

Few knew that a changing hair color could mean one was a seer. After all, metamorphmagi could do so at will and some hair even naturally changed color at a young age. Thankfully for Martín, by the time his hair truly began to change color in his sixth year of study, the school had changed their admissions policy and reduced the stigma towards seers. While he still kept his talent a closely guarded secret, at least now more apt professors and students who discovered what he was could do nothing to jeopardize his attendance at the school. Indeed, the worst that happened was some teasing from his fellow students at Castelobruxo who mockingly gave him the nickname of “velho,” meaning “old” in Portuguese.

ACTIVITY
Is your character a Broom Racer? NO
Is your character a Quidditch Player? YES – Keeper
Is your character a Duelist? NO

CHARACTER STATS
Stamina 9 - Evasion 15 - Strength 5 - Wisdom 10 - ArcPower 5 - Accuracy 15
+3 Duelling Victories (x)(x)(x)
+1 Quidditch Victory (x)

ABILITIES
Intuition
Prophecy
Indiscriminate Knowledge

Pending Sept 21 - Lear
I am going to need to discuss with admin your presence in the school during the first several years since they did not allow any extraneous races until this year. There might be an issue with fairness when we consider other players that are for example werewolves that would not be able to as logically "pass." I will follow up with you regarding this.

Approved Lear - 10/1
Admin said this was reasonable so it is approved. However, for practice sake I am letting the iNPC staff complete this one.

Name: Lira Garcia
School: Castelobruxo
Year: Fourth
Status: Muggleborn
Appearance: Long shaggy hair that's naturally brown, brown eyes, tall and physically fit.
Personality: A free spirit with a panache for physical movement, Lira is as go-with-the-flow as you can imagine. Well, until you get her into a competition, especially if it's physical. Then she's locked in and focused. Every other time, it's all peace and love with this surfer girl.
History: The story almost plays out like a movie. A free spirit from Colorado meets a professional surfer from California at a resort, and before they leave they fell madly in love and were engaged. Within two months, the couple was wed, packed up their things, and moved to beautiful Costa Rica.
A whirlwind romance filled with good fortune, fast cars, private beaches, and finally, a little baby girl. Lira Garcia was born on March 20, 2010, to parents Rose and Stephan Garcia. She grew up with sand in her hair, vegan meals on her plate, and a surfboard beneath her feet. In a family that was quite well-off, everything she could have ever wanted (which wasn't much) was provided for. Homeschooled from a young age (or, perhaps "unschooled" is the better term), Lira didn't have many friends. The neighbours were far away and private, all living on large sprawling properties. They didn't have any kids, anyway, so it wouldn't have mattered. So time was spent exploring the ocean, the beach, and the surrounding forests.
Once she showed her first signs of magic and the family was made known of the magical South American school, they didn't... fully understand what it was. All of the Garcia family sees it as some sort of extended exchange program, where Lira will expand her cultural horizons. Close enough.
First Magic: While unremarkable to any wizarding family, Lira sneezing bubbles on her fourth birthday caused a wave of confusion for the Garcia family. Mostly because she did it for 15 minutes straight, and there was no bubble liquid (or even soap, for that matter) in sight. Her mom is convinced her essential oils solved the problem, and it would only be once a teacher from Castelobruxo came to visit and explain the wizarding world that all would finally make sense.
Broom Racer? No
Quidditch Player? YES, beater
Duelist? No
Stats: Stamina: 13 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 14 | Wisdom: 0 | ArcPower: 0 | Accuracy: 17
(+1 racing, +1 quid, +2 stat rel [acc])

Abilities:
Y1: Calming Presence (WC:405)

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It's all good, don't stress about it.

When your childhood leaves you wanting for nothing, where every need is met and nothing feels out of reach, you grow up with a deep-rooted belief that life will unfold as it’s meant to. Problems dissolve as quickly as they appear, and everything will naturally fall into place. Even more so when you're an ocean-slash-flower child who learned their greatest life lessons from the rhythmic ebb and flow of the tide.

Lira was exactly that kind of child, molded by the calmness around her. For as long as she could remember, her days flowed in perfect, unhurried harmony, where the sun-kissed days seemed to blend effortlessly into warm, starry nights where her mother would braid her hair, and worries were carried away by the wind. In her world, nothing was ever too pressing, and no burden ever felt too heavy to carry.

But whenever Lira and her parents would return to the United States to visit extended family, it was as though they had stepped into a completely different reality. Her cousins, wound tight and seemingly always in a frantic rush, seemed trapped in a constant whirlwind of stress, ticking off endless deadlines and racing against invisible pressures, always complaining about something. “Blah blah deadline,” “Blah blah my boyfriend is being dumb,” “Blah blah I’m so stressed out.” Their words tumbled out like a relentless flood, filling the air with tension.

Lira would listen patiently, her wide eyes filled with both empathy and quiet confusion. Although she didn't understand, perhaps she could still help in her own way. She'd nod softly, offering a soft, cheerful smile before prompting whoever was complaining to take a deep breath, then pointing to some sort of plant life or the sky above and making a metaphor about the passage of time and how everything, eventually, works itself out.

Though her words were often met with sighs and rolled eyes, and her metaphors hardly ever made sense, Lira could sense a subtle shift in their mood. People did always seem to feel better after talking to her, even just a bit. Even if only for a fleeting moment, her calming presence brought them some needed relief, a little bit of peace in their storm. And despite the teasing that followed when they thought she wasn’t listening, they always came back to her, seeking out her listening ear and her strange but comforting wisdom.

Y2: Stat Rel +2 ACC (WC:454)

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Lira stood on the beach, her surfboard resting against her. She wiggled her toes in the warm sand beneath her feet as the sun shone brightly into her eyes. The Pacific Ocean stretched out before her, waves crashing far out into the surf and then rolling gently toward the shore. Yet despite the serene environment, Lira felt almost anything but.

Her dad ran up beside her, his own board in hand. "Ready?"

She nodded, "Ready." The two ran into the water, quickly mounting their boards and paddling out.

Lira liked her new school, but what she didn't like was how she could feel her connection to her board fading as she spent less time in the ocean throughout the year. The last time she and her dad went out, Lira found her maneuvers far too clumsy, making run-ending moves when all she needed was a quick adjustment. "Surfing is equal parts instinct, strength, and accuracy," her dad would remind her often. Well, right now, that accuracy felt just out of reach, which meant surfing lessons with Dad started up again. Which honestly? Not too bad, spending time with him was awesome.

Once they were fairly far out, her dad motioned over to a building wave. "Go for this one, Lyr." Lyria turned her board, positioning herself to catch it. When the wave lifted her up, she instinctively stood, her knees bent and arms out. As the wave curved, she tried to turn with it, but she overshot her angle launched herself into the water as her board went shooting up into the air.

Resurfacing, she brushed her wet hair out of her face, hating this familiar feeling of frustration that she had been developing over the summer. "You alright?"

"Fine," She pulled herself onto her board and sat for a moment, closing her eyes, trying to recenter. Lira took a deep breath.

"Get back into it, don't get into your head! Here's another one, go go go!" Lira opened her eyes, pushing all thoughts out of her head other than the visual of the wave and her board. As the wave carried her forward, she focused on feeling the movement beneath her, not forcing it but flowing with it. When it came time to turn, she shifted her weight gently focusing on the reactiveness of her board. It curved smoothly across the wave’s face, carrying her along the gentle curve. Lira's heart started beating with excitement as she felt her instincts returning to her, but she kept her focus, making another turn, tighter and more accurate than the last. Finally, just before the wave died out, she bailed, jumping into the clear water.

"Great job, Lira! Now do that five more times." Challenge accepted.

Y3: Obnoxiously Strong (WC:443)

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Did you know gardening could improve your strength? Lira sure didn't, not for a few years anyway.

At Castelobruxo, students were expected to contribute to the upkeep of the school grounds. This meant everything from planting and weeding to maintaining the vast gardens that dotted the landscape that fed most of the school. While most of her classmates zipped through their chores with a flick of their wands, Lira couldn't seem to cast a spell outside of class to save her life. Her magic, it seemed, was decidedly unreliable in practical situations.

With no other choice, Lira rolled up her sleeves and immersed herself in the dirt. Digging, planting, weeding, ending the days with dirt covering her hands, marking a clear difference between her and most other classmates. She found company in the athletes, a handful of broom racing and quidditch hopefuls, who usually opted for manual labor to help them stay strong and improve their stamina. While Lira was content with her woodworking extracurricular, it was nice to have a chance to engage with others.

The initial days in her first year were grueling. Working in the hot sun was much different when there was no sea breeze, no cool ocean for you to run into as soon as you began to sweat, no beachside fire to celebrate a hard day's work. It was certainly less fun, that was for sure.

It was during her third year that she began to notice a change. What had once been a burden now became a satisfying part of her routine, even going so far as to plan a garden to grow when she was at home during the summer. Her hands were now gently callused in new places, and her muscles, though not overtly visible, were undeniably firmer and more toned.

Her classmates started to take notice. It began with small requests. "Hey Lira, this weed isn't budging, find ripping it out?" or "Lira, could you help me carry this bucket of water?" or "Do you mind lifting this sack of compost for me?" Initially, these tasks seemed trivial, but as time went on, it almost seemed as if she was doing most of her classmates' work for them. She found herself handling heavier loads, large packets of fertilizer that required more than just a casual lift, baskets filled to the brim with potatoes, and lifting posts that would label a new row of vegetables.

She didn't mind the fact that her workload was greater than those around her. In fact, there was a special sort of pride that came with her strength, and Lira wanted to find other ways to grow in it.

Y4: Muggle Condition (WC:410)

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The legal driving age in Costa Rica is 18.

Lame.

The driving age on a rural ranch in Colorado? As soon as you can reach the pedals. Might not be legal, but hey, everyone does it.

Fourteen-year-old Lira found herself spending the summer with her grandparents, both ranch and cattle owners on the open plains of Colorado. It was a time for her to earn a little extra money and experience a bit of independence.

All seemed to follow a quiet rhythm for the first week, until one afternoon, Lira’s grandpa motioned for her to follow him across the yard.

When they reached the old barn, her grandpa led her to his beat-up, dust-covered Ram pickup, so weathered that tere was more rust than paint left on the body. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a set of keys, and casually tossed them to her.

Lira fumbled to catch them, her eyes widening in disbelief. “You want me to DRIVE it?” she stammered, staring at the truck. Sure, she'd been learning how to fly a little in her witch school back home, but this felt like a completely different beast. Controlling a broom was one thing, controlling a rumbling, heavy truck on four wheels was surely an entirely separate set of skills.

Her grandpa chuckled, his deep, gravelly laugh filling the air. “Of course! There’s no one around for miles. All you’ll be doing is driving feed back and forth to the cattle, barely a two-minute drive down that dirt road. Trust me, girlie, you’ll be just fine. Now hop in.”

Lira hesitated, looking at the truck, the keys in her hand, and then back at her grandpa, who was already leaning against the door, waiting patiently. “Are you sure?” she asked again, her voice tinged with nervous excitement.

“Positive,” he said, his smile never wavering.

With a deep breath, Lira steeled herself and climbed into the driver’s seat. The truck’s leather seats were cracked with age, and the steering wheel felt heavy in her hands. She glanced at the pedals, making sure her feet could reach, then fumbled with the ignition. The truck roared to life with a low rumble, and the vibrations shaking her body.

Nervous as she was, a wild grin spread across her face. This was something no wizard magic would replicate, no broom flying experience could ever come close to. Learning to drive a car. What a joy it was to have muggle blood.

Approved - Lear 9/21

Link to Encyclopedia

Name: Arno 'Edward' Dorian

School: Castelobruxo

Year: Second

Status: Wizardborn

Appearance: Arno has dark brown almost black looking hair with Dark Brown eyes. He keeps an upright posture that comes from years of living with his mother in her disciplined and strict lifestyle.
His Face Claim :

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Personality: Arno for the initial years of his childhood was a happy go lucky kid, Living life at ease where his mother's urge to push him into completing his potential and matching up to it was diminished by his father's presence who wanted him to enjoy his life, instead of focusing merely on future proofing his life. This changed when his father abandoned his mom and him for another man five and a half years after Arno's birth. This brought about a change in his mom where she now pushed Arno into being a tryhard and excelling at everything he would attempt, this further fueled by Arno's feelings of Despise for his father and to never be anything like him, added with his looks leaning more towards his father's features than his mothers.

History: Arno's father was french and his mother a Columbian woman from a long line of pure blood wizards. They met on one of her vacations in France as she roamed around the city and a pizza delivery boy decided to show her around. Over the course of month long journey they both found each other growing ever closer. Soon after she came back home, the distance apart felt too long and she missed the man she'd met dearly. His father on the other side felt the same way and travelled with all his life savings to get one glimpse of the woman he had come to find.

After quite a search he finally met her upon which they both decided to travel back to France and get married. Few months after which came Arno "Edward" Dorian, name his mother wasn't quite happy with as it did not reflect on his columbian heritage. This added with his appearance leaning towards his father's side and less towards his mother made her seem as if she wasn't raising her child with the proper division between both parts of his identity. This clash of her disciplined and always focused on future personality and his father's carefree and taking everything in life easy persona clashed even in Arno's upbringing, where his mother would urge to continue and grow his father would be the rest stops that made me understand that rest was equally important. This all came crashing down when his father abandoned him and his mother for a boyfriend of his, heartbroken his mother and Arno shifted to New York where she began work as the head of a branch company from one of Arno's grandfather's business empire, this one related to collecting and selling ingredients from the commonest of them all to the rarest.

First Magic: Arno's first magic came about when he was 7, he'd chanced upon a few pictures of his parents together hidden away somewhere, in his rage he tore them apart before sinking down to his knees and hoping his parents would get back together. Ultimately crying himself to sleep, only when he woke up the pictures were fixed. Yet it was hours before his mom would come back home.

Is your character a Broom Racer? No

Is your character a Quidditch Player? No

Is your character a Duelist? Yes

Stats: sta 8 eva 10 str 0 wis 7 arc 5 acc 10

Special Race/Ability: None

Abilities:

Terrible Presence :

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Arno's somewhat mentally troubled childhood made it possible that his emotional growth while similar to his peers, was still quite stunted, coming from an overbearing single mother there was less emotions he cared about as his mother was mostly working and was either not present or could not devote the time to his troubles or crying and instead chose to tell him to "man up" and "get over it". Still making efforts on his own to overcome his troubles Arno tried his best to overcome his problems on his own and tried making friends with kids his age. However anytime they would get hurt or be scared Arno ended up repeating his mother's words which simply seemed as unkind or someone apathetic to the kids. This usually started fights among the group and ended up antagonizing Arno, even though in his perspective he was only trying to comfort whoever the victim was.

After few such incidences Arno decided it was better to not be part of a group and instead preferred playing along with the butler's of his grandfather's estate in their Manor. This gave him sort of an elitist mindset and got to his head where he started seeing other kids and himself as two distinct types of people. Where soon he bag despising the kids around him that he deemed not as good or talented as him and refusing to give them his time of day. Eventually his mother got wind of his now changing views and had to remind him of how wrong it was to look at those in the world with a lens of how much value they bring and not for the people they might be. While this did change some aspect of how he saw people but instead now he started judging them on how they made use of their potential and if they were wasting it, specially judgy to those with a healthy parent child dynamic as he wondered why they were not yet left even though he was better than them.

Eventually his mother noticed the questions rising in his mind and settled him down one afternoon to have a long talk with him, explaining why morality is more important than simply the value of a person when it came to building connections. This worked on Arno but by this time somethings had been ingrained in his personality and vibe which his mother passed off as just normal, things like his cold demeanor towards most things, the independence he worked with even as a child and the unsettling presence he would command among kids his age or even higher with his unshakeable confidence in their face.

Perfectionist :

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Arno's father leaving reshaped the entirety of what his life could have been. The connections and bonds now severed and broken left a huge gap in him as a person. In his attempt to distinguish himself from his father, who had a more carefree attitude towards life, Arno leaned more towards his mother's views of life. Never giving yourself a moment to rest or waste time, but instead to keep improving oneself and continuing to perfect her craft. Knowing he only had one Parent left in his life, Arno poured his all into making his mother happy and not disappoint her like his father. Arno began putting more and more of his time picking up studies from both wizarding world as well as the muggle world his mother had gathered during her time in those lands. He'd pick topics systematically with the help of his tutor and not leave thinking about them or revising them until he made sure his understanding as well as application of them was perfect. This even reflected in his school work as upon learning a new spell or potion in class he would not forget about it or move on to the next one no matter the spell. He'd rather spend his late evenings and early morning practicing spells and mastering them over and over almost in a trance as the spells became easier to him day by day.

Even his usual habits have that reflection of perfectionism in him ,where even his plates look perfect, his clothes always folded neatly. His room always clean day after day as he'd take time to clean it all up before going to bed and then cleaning it all again after waking up early and leaving for his early morning practice and meditation. Something so ingrained in him as a disciplined activity that he did not abandon even after coming to school away from his mother's supervision. Arno's need to be absolutely perfect at everything he attempted stemmed from his need from Validation from his mother, thinking she too would leave him too like his father did if he did not match up to her standards or hopes for his potential future. While his mother failed to convey how she valued him more than mere grades or achievements, there was still a spark in her personality that somewhat enjoyed his nature and the hunger inside him to be at the top.

Complete - Lear Sept 21

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Name: Cybele Abascal

School: Castelobruxo

Year: Fourth

Status: Pureblood

Appearance: Cybele is quite short and slender, with warm-toned dark skin and golden brown eyes. Short, dark, curly hair, often pulled back with ribbons or cloth. FC: Delainey Hayles in Interview with the Vampire

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Personality: Though there's little basis for it, Cybele has a nasty habit of assuming she's just inherently better than everyone else. She comes off as vain and egotistical with not much to support it--as she isn't particularly magically gifted whatsoever. She can come off as a little bit obsessive, insistent on others paying attention to her and validating who she is, but at her core, Cybele is fun. When she isn't in her own head, Cybele is down for anything and is very gifted in the art of dance. Cybele has a tendency to get too swept up in what she is doing at any point in time.

History: When American magizoologist Mirella Hatchett met Gideon Abascal, sparks flew. Young, giddy, and filled with the promise of forever, the two young wizards threw caution to the wind in their illicit love affair, completely unconcerned with pureblood courting customs. Things changed when Mirella fell pregnant out of wedlock, and quickly agreed to marry Gideon in order to placate their traditional families. The marriage was not one of disdain, and was built on love, but the sudden nature of the loss of Mirella's profession in magizoology left a mark on the family structure.

The house of Abascal is a big one. Cybele, the youngest of five, was born to Gideon and Mirella on a dark winter's night in Otavalo, Ecuador. She'd been a surprise pregnancy, one that her parents didn't quite yearn for, and quickly become just another in a long line of young Abascals. Throughout Cybele's childhood, though her parents were kind and loving to her, she experienced markedly different levels of attention when compared to her siblings. She never wanted for anything, growing up wealthy and with a seemingly infinite flow of fancy clothing and nice goods. Her oldest sister, Isidora, was her best friend, but their difference in age made it difficult to sustain their close relationship for long. Once Isidora went off to school, Cybele found herself alone, wandering their vast family home and attempting to worm her way into her older siblings' games. Believing herself to be destined for greatness due to her loneliness, Cybele threw herself into studying magic (though her idea of studying was less than apt, compromised of five minutes of reading followed by the assumption that she could do whatever she wanted) and all around believing herself to be better than those around her.

Going into Castelobruxo, Cybele did not have many close friends. Really, she still doesn't, awfully resistant to changing her behavior or acknowledging her shortcomings.

First Magic: Much to the worry of her family, Cybele was a late bloomer. Since her four older siblings experienced their first instance of magic relatively early on, Cybele didn't experience hers until the age of ten and a half. Playing dolls outside with her older sister, Yandri, Cybele was hogging time with the family favorite doll. Yandri yanked the doll out of Cybele's hands when she refused to share, holding it far above Cybele's head in an attempt to keep the doll for herself. In a fit of anger, Cybele began hollering for their mother, and the doll caught fire in Yandri's hands.

Luckily, upon being dropped into the damp grass, the doll extinguished itself. The only injuries were emotional (and the poor, burnt doll).

Is your character a Broom Racer? NO

Is your character a Quidditch Player? YES, keeper

Is your character a Duelist? NO

Stats: Stamina: 12 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 14 | Wisdom: 2 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 12
+ 5 from quidditch wins (x) (x) (x) (x) (x), +1 from broom racing win (x)

Abilities:
Y1: Terrible Presence (WC: 471)

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"If being the worst were a pageant, Cybele, you'd win first place."

The words stuck with her near every day. Yandri had always been the meanest, with her silver tongue and quick wit. If they weren't related, Cybele might even say she hated her. Still, she couldn't say it wasn't at least a somewhat warranted criticism. After all, Cybele had stuck her doll's head as far down the sink as the pipes would allow in a poor attempt to waterboard it.

It wasn't just Yandri, though, who held this opinion of her. For all her life (for better or for worse), she'd been considered awfully unsettling. It wasn't the way she looked, Cybele knew that for certain, because she laid her curls every single night. Slept on silk pillowcases to reduce the frizz. Scrubbed her face raw until it was clean and clear, not a blemish or red spot in sight. The clothes on her body were free of stains and worth more galleons than many students in her town would like to hear. No, she knew it wasn't her appearance that set people off.

Maybe it was the mile long run of bad luck. Everywhere she walked, every footstep she took, seemed to end with the worst possible outcome. Anything that could go wrong did, and, while she was aware of the fact that she was the only connecting factor in these instances, Cybele felt wholly un-responsible for the misfortune that fell upon her. Perhaps it was a higher power who decided that Cybele Abascal wasn't cut out for the good luck and immeasurable joy that was afforded to her eldest sister, Isidora.

One of the few good friends she ever had, Bobbie Tyler, had been upfront about Cybele's general unpleasantness when they were young. "Cee," she'd say, her ruddy cheeks rosy from the time they spent playing outside, "you're just about the meanest girl I've ever met."

To anyone else, that might've hurt some feelings or rustled some feathers. To Cybele, who had heard far worse from three older siblings, it was like a fact of life.

"Don't try to be."

Bobbie shrugged and stuck her finger into mud up to the first knuckle, lips pursed. "Well, I don't think you're so mean to me, really. You were real mean to Argento Bauer the other day, though."

Cybele didn't really care about Argento Bauer or his hurt feelings. "Then why do you hang out with me? If I'm so mean."

Thoughtfully, slowly, Bobbie pulled her finger from the mud. "Dunno. You're the only one around me, I guess."

Maybe most the people in Cybele's life thought her rude, nasty, or downright unpleasant to be around regardless of reasoning. She didn't mind so much, honestly. The winner of a pageant for being the worst? A winner's a winner, isn't it?

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Name: Isadora Esme Vilaça

School: Castelbruxo

Year: Second

Status: WizardBorn

Appearance:
Isadora is short in stature standing around four feet three though short in stature she has a pretty sturdy build with a soft heart shaped face calloused hands from a lot of climbing up rocky terrain and trees. The young girl has light auburn brown hair that is usually either loose in waves of curly locks like an untamed rose bush or thrown up into a ponytail with a few loose curly strands that frame her face.

Personality:
The young girl is also fairly sensitive and emotional and tends to act on her emotions most days if not every day which usually resorts to tears and running off in anger. Isadora tends to have a strong anxiety from an accident along with fear that sometimes tends to leave her struggling other than that she lives a pretty functioning life trying her best to work around her fear and anxiety.

History:
Luciana Vilaça and Makaria Toussaint-Vilaça had everything that they wanted; they lived a happy life in their quaint village within the mountains of Chaîne de la Selle. But their lives were missing something a key part of themselves. As the happy couple wanted more a family of their own they discussed ways and solutions of trying to have a child of their own even discussed adoption at one point in their conversation. As days rushed by then months of going to medical professionals to discuss options a faithful day came by when they were blessed with a donor.

Makaria took this opportunity to carry Luciana and her child. Once nine months had gone by quickly Isadora was born to the happy couple the young girl seemed to have glowing golden skin her light auburn brown hair shimmered in the light while her sapphire blue eyes were doe like and innocent. The wives were thrilled to have their daughter in their grasp; she was a gift chosen for just them.


First Magic:
It was a nice humid summer afternoon. Isadora was enjoying her time alone like many young seven year olds. The young girl walked across the forest grounds, her sandals making a soft thudding sound as she worked her way through the windy path ahead of her. The girls like auburn brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her loose strands of curls framing her soft golden face with every step she made the more she grew curious. Noticing a medium sized tree nearby the young girl grew a wide smile sprinting over slowly clambering her way up the tree careful to not fall. Of course with the young girls luck she lost her footing half way up slowly falling to the ground closing her sapphire blue eyes. Isadora awaited the shockwave of pain that never came. Opening her eyes the young girl blinked slowly, noticing how she was on the ground unharmed. Tilting her head in confusion the young seven year old shrugged it off as a mere coincidence or luck. She had no idea that her body ended up bouncing slightly like rubber when she had fallen due to her eyes being closed the entire time. Just one of many incidents to come for the young girl.

Is your character a Broom Racer? Yes

Is your character a Quidditch Player? N/a

Is your character a Duelist? N/a
Stats:

Character Statistics:
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 8
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 5
ArcPower: 7
Accuracy: 7
Special Race/Ability: WereWolf

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The rustling of leaves echoed around the forested area, the soft crunching of Isadora’s feet making contact with the hard earthy terrain seemed calming. As the sounds of the nocturnal life echoed a symphony around her with the soft glow of the village's flames seemed to linger from her vision softly. The moon hung high up in the sky full in contrast as its soft glow lingered down towards the girl slowly breaking through the leaves of the trees.

Isadora knew she was not allowed out late at night especially during full moons, but the young girl was curious and decided to sneak out on this particular night just to explore and investigate the nocturnal life that existed. The girl was full of curiosity that brimmed to the edges. Of course this was not the first time she has snuck out she tended to sneak around at night sometimes with the other village kids just to feel some freedom.

As her footsteps seemed to quicken a bit the young girl continued her little trek the same trek she would take whenever the young girl had trouble sleeping. The forest was always peaceful and had an ambience of mystery and subtle silence besides the night's symphony sung by its orchestra.

With the soft crunch of twigs breaking under the girl's sandal covered feet she seemed to feel safe as the night air caressed her cheek softly as she kept walking aimlessly through the forest pathway. Out of the corner of the young girls sapphire blue eyes a mouse scurried by quickly across the girls path quickly darting underneath a root of a vast tree nearby.

Isadora stepped back slightly startled by the quick dart of a mouse that just scrambled past her. Her heart raced quickly as she placed her right hand across her chest, calming her breathing. The young ten year old near not to be so startled of such a small little prey like that mouse, but it spooked the girl as it darted out of nowhere almost being crushed by the young girls petite feet. A wary sigh escaped the girl's lips surveying her surroundings once more.

Besides the small mouse disturbing the peace of the night Isadora began her journey once more time glancing upwards the path the young girl noticed a dark silhouette of a creature. The young girl froze slightly in her path. At first the young girl's mind seemed to think quickly. The creature seemed large in stature compared to the rather petite girl. First glance she thought the creature was a black bear. It was rare to see one now and then but not unusual on a humid night like this.

As the creature that was a good length away from her arched its head upwards letting out an ear splitting howl that echoed around the forest pathway. Isadora felt her heart pounding in her ears. Her sapphire blue eyes widened like saucers, Isadora stepped back quietly, her foot landing atop of a loose twig a snap resonating among the young girl and the predator that was in front of her.

Sapphire blue eyes meeting the eyes of the creature that stood above the pathway locked. Turning on her heels quickly Isadora bolted through the forest quickly, the wind lashing at her face as she continued to sped down the dirt terrain path. Her heart pounding loudly hearing the thumping of the creatures paws slamming into the ground a game of prey and predator pursuing among them.

Isadora could feel her breathing grow heavy in panic as she glanced over her shoulders, noticing the gap between her and the large canine-like creature slowly closing in between them. Gritting her teeth the young girl tried to speed up her pace as fast as she could. The soft glow of her family's village illuminated her vision. Looking over her shoulder once more Isadora felt her heart drop as the monstrous creature was closer the pungent smell of earth and dirt drifted around her. As if her life depended on it, the young girl let out a blood curdling scream that bounced around the village.

As Isadora continued to sprint quickly as her life depended on it the girl was successful on one thing, hearing the scream of the young girl Luciana and Makaria heard their daughters bloodcurdling scream both mothers burst out of their home quickly searching for the source of the cry for help. From the corner of Luciana’s eyes she noticed the small speck that seemed to grow closer to the village being chased by a rather large canine like creature wand in hand Luciana began to dash towards her daughter with Makaria in tow both mother’s shouting loudly for help gathering the attention of the other villagers.

Isadora kept running, breathing quickly and ragged, looking behind her shoulder a couple times to see how the gap continued to grow closer with each step the creature took. The lanterns of the village glistened dancing in the girls sapphire blue eyes the village was closing in closer but the predator that towered behind her grew closer to the petite girl. Her heart raced quicker, the pounding in her ears blasted around her, the blood drained from her face. Home was right there just a few more sprints she could make it. She was edging closer and closer as the rush voices of the adults sounded closer as well. Everything looked bright but as things looked bright a sharp pain came across the girl's back letting out a sharp scream of pain as knife-like fangs digged into her soft golden skin. Falling over from the sheer shock of pain Isadora toppled over in a ball landing onto the ground face first. While the vast creature retreated as the Villagers chased it off.

Makaria rushed forward towards her petite daughter picking the young girl up as her heart raced the older woman glanced around before rushing off to Sarai's home. If anyone knew how to help during a medical emergency it would be Sarai at least that was what Makaria felt.

As the young woman rushed into her sisters home with Isadora in her arms shouting for the woman tears streaming down her face she saw Sarai rush forwards as the young woman took the girl and began tending to the girls injuries to stop the bleeding and stitching them up.

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After Isadora was attacked by the werewolf that turned her the young girl's mother decided to homeschool her for the year instead of her attending Castelbruxo because she was not only a danger to herself but others around her which made the young girl more anxious and insecure. The fear of hurting her family and village always laid heavy on the girl's shoulders; she never felt this unknowing fear until the accident.

As Isadora enjoyed her homeschooling the next school year came around that was allowing special cases to attend as her maman explained it to her and her muma of course both her mothers were enlightened to allow Isadora to attend Castelobruxo it was the girl who was against it she was terrified of being around other people not only that the fear of harming someone laid dormant inside her heart.

Abilities: N/a

I have permission from Sarai Toussaints writer to use Makarai Toussaint-Vilaca and for Isadora Vilca to be Sarai’s niece. I also have permission for Sarai to attend to Isadora's werewolf injuries by there writer.

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If special race/ability, how did they join the school? If they are a first year from Sept 2024, they would be accepted normally. If they are not a first year, please include 50 words on how they transferred into the school or hid their abilities.

- Clarification is needed. You make it seem like your character regularly walks in the woods in the middle of the night. This is a bit neglectful of Isadora's parents as they would be aware of the existence of werewolves and yet are allowing their 10 year old to wander through the woods at night. Does she sneak out for these walks?
- Werewolf bites are not like other injuries, they cannot be quickly healed with a spell. Please include how your character got medical attention for this.

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