Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character:
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character:
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From the moment I was born, my mum and dad knew I was extraordinarily beautiful. I come from a long line of good-looking people, and this helps explain why I look the way I do. My large eyes are a beautiful shade of blue with underlying grey, my dark hair is long and thick. My mum herself is quite lovely to look at, but I was something different entirely. As a baby, my mum told me she got numerous compliments about me, how adorable I was, how precious I was. People would tell her that she was lucky to be my mother. She was worried it would go to my head as I got older, but she didn't need to worry. I never was one to be prideful or vain. Yes, I know I am pretty, people tell me that all the time. But no, I'm not obsessing over my looks, thinking about it constantly like some people. As I got older, I got more and more lovely to look at. Before I came to Hogwarts, when I went to muggle primary school, all the boys in my school would have crushes on me. It made me slightly uncomfortable to know that people were just liking me for my looks. I wasn't sure if they actually liked me for who I was as a person, or just because I was beautiful and pretty to look at. I also always had to be careful when I went out anywhere, as people seemed to not be able to take their eyes off me. My mum was proud of me, she always said that she was impressed with how I resisted the urge to become completely self-absorbed. I tried. I wear minimal makeup to accent my looks, but nothing crazy. Sometimes it was hard though, when I was surrounded by people complimenting me. The sad thing is, kids at my muggle school would want to be friends with me just because I was the pretty and attractive one to be around. I was popular for my looks. They would give me compliments that I wasn't sure were very sincere. People compliment me all the time, but it's mostly the same ones.. "You're so beautiful..." "Wow, you look sooo pretty..." "You are lovely to look at..." I mean, yeah, that's nice to hear, but it does get tiring after a while. People see me based on my looks, and not on the person I am inside. I'm actually super smart and intelligent, but that's not the first thing people see. I'm so much more than my looks. Yes, I am beautiful. Been called a stunner before, actually. But I am so much more than that! That's what I want people to know.
Status: Pending, Dusana, 18 February
Can you add some more detail about why people think your character is pretty. Is it certain features like luscious long locks, or her pretty eyes? Does your character take immaculate care to her person before she goes out? Wear makeup? There needs to be a reason why she is prettier than the average person.
Pending Lear March 7
I see the mention of nice eyes and thick hair. However reading this I see the mention of a possible historical Veela bloodline. I cannot approve this based on that. If this is something that Index normally approves for "Lovely Creature" then they can continue with the application. I see this was not mentioned in their previous edit request so I do not know if this was added before (meaning they were OK with it) or after (and it would not have been approved by them). I am adding Dusana onto this owl for communication. If this is approved, Dusana can approve this. If this is not approved, please remove the mention of being possibly part Veela.
It is best practice when making edits to owl the Index person so they are aware that edits have been made. We have no other indicator so you may be left waiting forever or at least until I do my audits every 1-2 months.
Status: Approved, Dusana, 9 March
Last edited by Genevieve Delacourt on 8 Mar 2024, 05:17, edited 4 times in total.
Ability Applications
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Name of ability that you are applying for: Perselmouth
Why does it fit your character:
From the day Jacqueline was born her father hoped that she would have the ability of talking to snakes, of being friends with them. It was because Jacqueline's father and others before him, all of them, were sorted into Slytherin and were true Slytherins with all the values needed for a real Slytherin. There were family members who had that rare and unique ability, only a few of them, including Jacqueline's grandfather, Natrix Phoenix Senior. He was the lastfamily member to have that ability, after his death Jacqueline was born and right away her father hoped she would be have that ability. And his hopes were not pointless, it came true. Natrix's excitement had no borders when he found out about it though this ability is considered as something not normal, or rather, we can say, it's considered as dark magic or as a sign of dark wizards, but Natrix was afraid that in their future generations this ability would vanish and that's why he wanted so much for someone from his nieces or nephews, or his daughter to have this ability.
So the first time Ntrix caught her daughter having this ability was when she was only 6. She was quite young. It was a sunny summer day, Jacqueline's aunt's birthday which they were celebrating outside for a lot of friends and relatives were invited. Jacqueline's cousin: her uncle's son is death scared of snakes, always thinks they might bite him. On that day, unfortunately, a snake came near the guests and the first person it encountered was Jacqueline's cousin. He let out a scream of fear, and the snake, as Jacqueline noticed was ready to leave his mark on him, that's when all of a sudden Jacqueline spoke. The guests didn't understand a single word she said, it was as if she was whispering something in a funny language. And that's when the snake obediently went away disappearing in the garden. It was the first time that even Jacqueline herself caught her speaking to a snake from then on she knew she had that extraordinary ability. This ability of Jacqueline until today is her father's pride. This kind of also proves that Jacqueline is a right student for Slytherin, once again this proves that Jacqueline is worth being in that house and also worth having that ability for she only uses it for good and never tells snakes to attack on somebody but rather she commands them to not harm anyone.
The Phoenix
Name of ability that you are applying for: Perselmouth
Why does it fit your character:
From the day Jacqueline was born her father hoped that she would have the ability of talking to snakes, of being friends with them. It was because Jacqueline's father and others before him, all of them, were sorted into Slytherin and were true Slytherins with all the values needed for a real Slytherin. There were family members who had that rare and unique ability, only a few of them, including Jacqueline's grandfather, Natrix Phoenix Senior. He was the lastfamily member to have that ability, after his death Jacqueline was born and right away her father hoped she would be have that ability. And his hopes were not pointless, it came true. Natrix's excitement had no borders when he found out about it though this ability is considered as something not normal, or rather, we can say, it's considered as dark magic or as a sign of dark wizards, but Natrix was afraid that in their future generations this ability would vanish and that's why he wanted so much for someone from his nieces or nephews, or his daughter to have this ability.
So the first time Ntrix caught her daughter having this ability was when she was only 6. She was quite young. It was a sunny summer day, Jacqueline's aunt's birthday which they were celebrating outside for a lot of friends and relatives were invited. Jacqueline's cousin: her uncle's son is death scared of snakes, always thinks they might bite him. On that day, unfortunately, a snake came near the guests and the first person it encountered was Jacqueline's cousin. He let out a scream of fear, and the snake, as Jacqueline noticed was ready to leave his mark on him, that's when all of a sudden Jacqueline spoke. The guests didn't understand a single word she said, it was as if she was whispering something in a funny language. And that's when the snake obediently went away disappearing in the garden. It was the first time that even Jacqueline herself caught her speaking to a snake from then on she knew she had that extraordinary ability. This ability of Jacqueline until today is her father's pride. This kind of also proves that Jacqueline is a right student for Slytherin, once again this proves that Jacqueline is worth being in that house and also worth having that ability for she only uses it for good and never tells snakes to attack on somebody but rather she commands them to not harm anyone.
Status: Denied, Dusana, 18 February
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The Phoenix
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Status: Approved (Meenauh, 24.02.24)
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
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Ula tends to draw a lot of attention upon setting foot into a room. Whether it's the unabashed stares or the snapping of necks, people seem to want to catch a better glimpse of her, as her doll-like features, luminous ivory skin, and the way she carries herself with aplomb tend to mesmerize people. She could easily pass for someone of Veela descent. However, with her head held high, expressionless face and intense gaze fixed on the world before her, she comes across as rather snooty. Some could even say that she has a tendency of wearing a resting bitch face, as if it were Prada's best design. Therefore, her beauty doesn't really fall into the "inviting" category, but rather something to be admired from afar. As if her ethereal appearance in a Chanel two-piece wasn't eye-catching enough, the icing on the cake is that she towers over most boys her age, which has proven itself to be pretty useful at intimidating her peers (something Ula finds amusing to say the least).
Call her vain all you want, for Ula knows exactly how good looking she is and the effect she has on people. Pretty privilege is a concept she figured out quite quickly about. Having been enrolled in a private school for girls with classes filled with nepo babies, she was always treated favorably by the teachers, but also expected to perform better than the rest. If there was a group project, the lead was hers to take, and while deciding on a class president, though Lindsey might've been a better fit, Ula ended up getting the role. Without much effort, things always came easily to her. A rather revolutionary discovery was the art of persuasion that came with having a face like hers. Eyes glinting behind her long lashes and lips pulled into a smirk was all it took for a police officer visiting Burgess Hill Private School for Girls to let Takahashi off the hook regarding a bullying complaint filed by a fellow student, Sarah Oberon. Apparently, Oberon used the cafeteria incident to make herself out to be a bigger victim than she actually was because, just to be clear, Ula isn't a bully. Drama queen much, or is it jealousy?
While a pretty face does come in handy, she unfortunately for her resembles the one person she doesn't want to: her mother. It's as if the universe is playing some sick game on her, using "copy and paste" time and time again. Ula looks like the spitting image of her mother when she was younger, to the point where she had to doublecheck if she saw herself in Mahoutokoro's school robes in an old picture from her mother's school days. Himiko, Ula's mother, likes to boast about the vast number of boys that were falling to her feet during her school days and the amount of girls that were jealous of her stunning visuals. Funny enough, her appearance led her to the life she has now. The young witch has quite a similar case...well, at least as far as girls are concerned, since the boys her age only seem to gawk at her from afar, but wouldn't dare go near her, like she has the flu or something (apparently they prefer the ones who smile). Ula has taken upon herself to externally present herself as different from her mother as possible, and one of the most noticeable things (other than the RBF) is her hair. While Himiko still sports the same hairstyle, a shoulder-length bob, since her first year at Mahoutokoro, Ula decided long ago to let her dark, silky hair cascade all the way down to her hips. It's always styled and accessorized in a different way than yesterday, you could even say it’s her statement piece on an outfit of the day. She considers her hair her greatest attribute and won't let anyone but herself touch it (which she also tries to do as little as possible, but only one can resist a good old hair flip for so long).
Without a doubt, Ula Takahashi will stand out from the crowd.
Call her vain all you want, for Ula knows exactly how good looking she is and the effect she has on people. Pretty privilege is a concept she figured out quite quickly about. Having been enrolled in a private school for girls with classes filled with nepo babies, she was always treated favorably by the teachers, but also expected to perform better than the rest. If there was a group project, the lead was hers to take, and while deciding on a class president, though Lindsey might've been a better fit, Ula ended up getting the role. Without much effort, things always came easily to her. A rather revolutionary discovery was the art of persuasion that came with having a face like hers. Eyes glinting behind her long lashes and lips pulled into a smirk was all it took for a police officer visiting Burgess Hill Private School for Girls to let Takahashi off the hook regarding a bullying complaint filed by a fellow student, Sarah Oberon. Apparently, Oberon used the cafeteria incident to make herself out to be a bigger victim than she actually was because, just to be clear, Ula isn't a bully. Drama queen much, or is it jealousy?
While a pretty face does come in handy, she unfortunately for her resembles the one person she doesn't want to: her mother. It's as if the universe is playing some sick game on her, using "copy and paste" time and time again. Ula looks like the spitting image of her mother when she was younger, to the point where she had to doublecheck if she saw herself in Mahoutokoro's school robes in an old picture from her mother's school days. Himiko, Ula's mother, likes to boast about the vast number of boys that were falling to her feet during her school days and the amount of girls that were jealous of her stunning visuals. Funny enough, her appearance led her to the life she has now. The young witch has quite a similar case...well, at least as far as girls are concerned, since the boys her age only seem to gawk at her from afar, but wouldn't dare go near her, like she has the flu or something (apparently they prefer the ones who smile). Ula has taken upon herself to externally present herself as different from her mother as possible, and one of the most noticeable things (other than the RBF) is her hair. While Himiko still sports the same hairstyle, a shoulder-length bob, since her first year at Mahoutokoro, Ula decided long ago to let her dark, silky hair cascade all the way down to her hips. It's always styled and accessorized in a different way than yesterday, you could even say it’s her statement piece on an outfit of the day. She considers her hair her greatest attribute and won't let anyone but herself touch it (which she also tries to do as little as possible, but only one can resist a good old hair flip for so long).
Without a doubt, Ula Takahashi will stand out from the crowd.
Status: Approved (Meenauh, 24.02.24)
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Wandmaker
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
May your wand stay ever steady - Reggie
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Wandmaker
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
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The acquisition of the wand: (Word Count: 265)
Reginald had been ecstatic upon finally getting his very own wand, after seeing his mum cast all sorts of magic, he just had to get his hands on one! Sadly, the wand he got wasn't the perfect fit for him. It felt fine, and even Mister Ollivander had said that out of all the wands in his shop, he had gotten the one that fits him the most. But, every time Reginald had tried to cast a spell, he felt that his magic was being thinned out as it traveled through the wand, as if it was doing everything in it's power to stop him from using it. A few days into his life at Hogwarts, Reginald got a letter through the owl that his mother uses to communicate with him. This letter had read "Dear Reginald, I'm sorry that I haven't been able to help you become a wizard. I enjoyed my life in the muggle world and thought that you would, in time, feel the same. Unfortunately, you're as much of a wizard as your uncles. I'd like you to have this wand, since the one you have didn't fit you. This is my wand. I've debated destroying it and forgetting about this whole life, but I think that would be a waste as I always heard that the wands of parents and family can work for their children. I hope you can forgive me for not trying to help." And from that day on, Reginald has had a new wand that fell into his lap from the owl as it flew away.
Wand core: Phoenix Feather (Word Count: 92)
A very telling part that Reginald will one day become a great man, good or evil, is the fact that he is a boy who believes whole-heartedly in his ability to do any single act he puts his mind to. His stubbornness is one of his most promising feature in that he refuses to believe that anything in this world is impossible, and considering his family tame dragons as a profession, you can't really blame him. This trait made him a perfect match for his mother's wand, with it's phoenix feather core.
Wand Wood: Red Oak (Word Count: 86)
Red Oak is a wood defined by it's preference for wizards with adaptability, quick-reflexes, and a mind for dueling. Nothing describes the boy that had no one in his life apart from 2 people to drag him this side or that, as he fought with nothing but his scrawny, quick body. Reginald has a very limited outlook on issues because he hasn't been given the chance to learn and meet others with opinions. That makes him someone that can change depending on the people around him.
Wand Flexibility: Very Flexible (Word Count: 70)
Reginald's outlook on life denotes a degree of adaptability, as stated above. This translates perfectly onto this Very Flexible wand that was given by his mother. He will always have room for doubt and thought about what he should really be doing, but he also knows that sometimes, he needs to cast it away if only for a moment, and focus on the moment and the position he's currently in.
Wand length: 11 inches or 27.94 Centimeters (Word count: 59)
This wand is neither long nor short. It is a wand length reserved for those that fly between being a lively, social person to a more reserved persona. This switch up is not always immediate, though, since some people change overtime. But, your wand is something that personifies every part of you. That includes your past, present, and future.
Total Word Count: 572
STATUS: Approved, Opeila 24/02
May your wand stay ever steady - Reggie
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Components
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC: 474
Master Sullivan Olivier, of Dun O'Sheehan and Granville
Stats: Stamina: 7, Evasion: 6, Strength: 2, Wisdom: 6, Arcane Power: 8, Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Components Collector
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Components
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC: 474
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The late afternoon saw the sun casting golden rays of light over the rolling hills of Hogwarts and the village beyond. The sky was ablaze with reds and yellows and pinks, a picture perfect close to the day. Sullivan donned his favourite cloak and hat and slung a bag over his shoulder. He made his way out onto the grounds of Hogwarts, taking in a deep breath of the crisp fresh air. With a sense of curiosity and excitement, he embarked on a leisurely stroll, his eyes scanning the surroundings for treasures to add to his collection.
Sullivan’s fascination with collections first sparked when his parents established a botany exhibit for plants from around the world. He would spend hours reading about the exhibits, and even longer just admiring the beauty of the specimens that were on display. This passion often led him to venture around the grounds of his country home and into the forest beyond. He would collect anything that caught his fancy, from flower petals, to leaves, to rocks, to molted feathers. Anything he could pick up and add to his own showcase.
He perused casually along the winding path through the grounds and gardens of Hogwarts, taking in all the new discoveries to be uncovered. He carefully examined each plant, gathering the specimens and logging the information for his records. And later he would do more research, identifying and learning everything he could about each specimen.
He marveled at the vibrant colors of the magical flora, from the delicate petals of the Flutterby Bush to the shimmering leaves of the Alihotsy tree. Every plant seemed to hold a story, a secret waiting to be unlocked through careful observation and study.
As he wandered deeper into the Forbidden Forest, Sullivan's senses were heightened, attuned to the sights and sounds of the wilderness around him. Here, amidst the ancient trees and tangled undergrowth, he found a treasure trove of rare and exotic plants, each one more fascinating than the last.
Sullivan knelt down to examine a cluster of Mandrake sprouts, their eerie cries echoing through the forest. He carefully extracted a few specimens, handling them with utmost care to avoid their potent screams.
Further along his journey, Sullivan encountered a patch of Venomous Tentacula, their writhing vines a testament to their dangerous nature. Despite the risk, he couldn't resist the allure of adding such a formidable plant to his collection. With steady hands and a cautious approach, he harvested a small cutting, tucking it safely away in his satchel.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, Sullivan reluctantly began to make his way back to the castle. His satchel was now filled with an assortment of botanical treasures, each one a testament to his passion for collecting and his reverence for the natural world.
Sullivan’s fascination with collections first sparked when his parents established a botany exhibit for plants from around the world. He would spend hours reading about the exhibits, and even longer just admiring the beauty of the specimens that were on display. This passion often led him to venture around the grounds of his country home and into the forest beyond. He would collect anything that caught his fancy, from flower petals, to leaves, to rocks, to molted feathers. Anything he could pick up and add to his own showcase.
He perused casually along the winding path through the grounds and gardens of Hogwarts, taking in all the new discoveries to be uncovered. He carefully examined each plant, gathering the specimens and logging the information for his records. And later he would do more research, identifying and learning everything he could about each specimen.
He marveled at the vibrant colors of the magical flora, from the delicate petals of the Flutterby Bush to the shimmering leaves of the Alihotsy tree. Every plant seemed to hold a story, a secret waiting to be unlocked through careful observation and study.
As he wandered deeper into the Forbidden Forest, Sullivan's senses were heightened, attuned to the sights and sounds of the wilderness around him. Here, amidst the ancient trees and tangled undergrowth, he found a treasure trove of rare and exotic plants, each one more fascinating than the last.
Sullivan knelt down to examine a cluster of Mandrake sprouts, their eerie cries echoing through the forest. He carefully extracted a few specimens, handling them with utmost care to avoid their potent screams.
Further along his journey, Sullivan encountered a patch of Venomous Tentacula, their writhing vines a testament to their dangerous nature. Despite the risk, he couldn't resist the allure of adding such a formidable plant to his collection. With steady hands and a cautious approach, he harvested a small cutting, tucking it safely away in his satchel.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, Sullivan reluctantly began to make his way back to the castle. His satchel was now filled with an assortment of botanical treasures, each one a testament to his passion for collecting and his reverence for the natural world.
Status: Approved | Feb 26 (Phaedra)
Master Sullivan Olivier, of Dun O'Sheehan and Granville
Stats: Stamina: 7, Evasion: 6, Strength: 2, Wisdom: 6, Arcane Power: 8, Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Components Collector
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Defence Against the Dark Arts Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC - 437
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Defence Against the Dark Arts Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC - 437
Reducio
Growing up with an Auror for a father, Jacob was exposed to the Dark Arts, and the defences against those dark arts from a very young age. His father would regale him with tales from his many years on the job, similar things happened if Jacob ever met with his fathers coworkers, who were more than happy to entertain his curiosity.
Throughout his childhood, Jacob had many little phases, thinking he wanted to be a quidditch player, thinking he wanted to learn transfiguration, learn to become a potion marker, whatever it was, but these were all phases, barley even lasting a couple of months. Through all of those periods, he continued to talk to his father about his work, absorbing all of the information he possibly could. Eventually, as his tutors began a more formalised education to prepare him for Hogwarts, around when he was nine years old, he started to try and pry information out of them about Defence Against the Dark Arts. One of these tutors, unbeknownst to Jacob, talked to his father, explaining that Jacobs interest in the subject had passed a small childhood curiosity, and was something that was worth nurturing. And so, Jacob was bought a copy of The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection for his tenth birthday, and a number of Jacobs fathers old colleagues, who had retired from active work, began to personally tutor Jacob. They would come in between two-three times a week, teaching him about various different creatures, explaining to him the reality of a duel, and then eventually, effectively teaching him magic in all manners, but allowing him to actually cast the spell. He would stand opposite retired aurors, a twig in hand, copying the motions as they cast spells, slowly talking himself through pronunciations, but never actually allowed to cast the spells.
From his tenth birthday, all the way to his arrival at Hogwarts, he read his book front to back, likely hundreds of times, and was tutored on the theory behind many of the basic defensive spells. Once he arrived at Hogwarts, it seemed almost a wasted effort to have put so much effort in, the contents of the classes already familiar to him. Even if the content was new to him, he took to it like wildfire. Paired with an insatiable curiosity for the subject, was a considerable natural talent for Defence Against the Dark arts. Any new spell that was mentioned, he'd be able to figure out and perform quickly, often leading him to read ahead in classes, or venture into the library, withdrawing books to learn as much as he could.
Growing up with an Auror for a father, Jacob was exposed to the Dark Arts, and the defences against those dark arts from a very young age. His father would regale him with tales from his many years on the job, similar things happened if Jacob ever met with his fathers coworkers, who were more than happy to entertain his curiosity.
Throughout his childhood, Jacob had many little phases, thinking he wanted to be a quidditch player, thinking he wanted to learn transfiguration, learn to become a potion marker, whatever it was, but these were all phases, barley even lasting a couple of months. Through all of those periods, he continued to talk to his father about his work, absorbing all of the information he possibly could. Eventually, as his tutors began a more formalised education to prepare him for Hogwarts, around when he was nine years old, he started to try and pry information out of them about Defence Against the Dark Arts. One of these tutors, unbeknownst to Jacob, talked to his father, explaining that Jacobs interest in the subject had passed a small childhood curiosity, and was something that was worth nurturing. And so, Jacob was bought a copy of The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection for his tenth birthday, and a number of Jacobs fathers old colleagues, who had retired from active work, began to personally tutor Jacob. They would come in between two-three times a week, teaching him about various different creatures, explaining to him the reality of a duel, and then eventually, effectively teaching him magic in all manners, but allowing him to actually cast the spell. He would stand opposite retired aurors, a twig in hand, copying the motions as they cast spells, slowly talking himself through pronunciations, but never actually allowed to cast the spells.
From his tenth birthday, all the way to his arrival at Hogwarts, he read his book front to back, likely hundreds of times, and was tutored on the theory behind many of the basic defensive spells. Once he arrived at Hogwarts, it seemed almost a wasted effort to have put so much effort in, the contents of the classes already familiar to him. Even if the content was new to him, he took to it like wildfire. Paired with an insatiable curiosity for the subject, was a considerable natural talent for Defence Against the Dark arts. Any new spell that was mentioned, he'd be able to figure out and perform quickly, often leading him to read ahead in classes, or venture into the library, withdrawing books to learn as much as he could.
Status: Approved | Feb 26 (Phaedra)
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: poison resistance
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC : 411
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: poison resistance
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC : 411
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I think that poison resistant is good for Rowan because of full of things. First, her father is a reputed apothecary of the Ireland. Because of this profession, he wins quite a lot of money, as we see with Rowan. The one who was desensitized to the poison being a reputable scientific slash tester and would have passed this gift on to his daughter, even if it is not genetic. How? It's simple, let me explain. A couple of events so that we see that Rowan is desensitized to poison or chemicals. When she was three years old, the little one was taking a bubble bath with her nanny by her side who didn't care much about her, and Rowan had started popping the bubbles with her teeth. Then, it became more intense, she was swallowing the bubbles herself! Once the incompetent babysitter finally noticed, she called the ambulance and the little girl went to the emergency room but no doctor I couldn't figure out what it was. Later, when she was five years old, she became addicted to strawberries. It was her favorite fruit and she loved all strawberry dishes. To please her, at one point, her parents bought her a shower gel and instead of believing it was one, she thought it was strawberry flavored juice. In less than a moment, the young future Gryffindor had gobbled up half the bottle! She found the taste a bit strange but thought "It still tastes like strawberry". Meanwhile, his parents were worried to death because usually, a liquid like that was more than toxic. Once again, the young redhead went by ambulance to the hospital while calmly, in the furious car, she was still secretly enjoying it while reading a book. Totally numb. To this day, no doctor has been able to figure out what it was except for a resistance like his father. During her first potion class, just like that, she smelled a "delicious" smell of a potion that seemed to have poison and eventually, she turned out to have no sentience at first glance. They took her to the hospital where she exclaimed that it didn't matter to her and that all her visits to such places were useless. She had an insensibility and it was noticeable, there was nothing else to say, it was clearly unanimous. She was immune to poisons. That's why i think it's good for Rowan and it fits to be a poison resistant.
Just an FYI, you are not fully immune to poisons. You are partially immune to various poisons. Just paper trailing this.STATUS: Approved - Maya, 2 Mar
Ability Applications
Link to Enclypodia: 𓊝
Name of the Ability that you are applying for:
Description on Why this fits my character: 414/400 WC
Name of the Ability that you are applying for:
Obnoxiously Strong - Players with this ability gain +15% strength for the duration of the race.
Description on Why this fits my character: 414/400 WC
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Kyle had always been taller and stronger than many people his own age, sometimes mistaken for an older kid with a youthful face. Kyle was often asked to help due to this strange strength he possessed. "Kyle please help with the groceries!", "Kyle can you move the couch please?", "Kyle please take this into the attic!", "Kyle can you get that crate from the top shelf for me?". This was considered something normal, an everyday thing for him moving, shoving, and taking heavier items that some could not budge. It only made sense that he was often picked for sports or asked to join in, often because of the higher probability rate that they would win with him on their team.... But of course they would also leave him out because of he joined a team it was "unfair" or "That's cheating!", so there were many games he would have sit alone. Even though Kyle's passion is music, he also deeply loves the art of broom racing! After being accepted into Ravenclaw's team as the youngest member it was quite apparent that he was indeed fast and strong for a first year. Another reason this strength could have come about was the help he would give to his aging grandfather in his workshop, his grandfather was a crafter of all sorts making shoes and a guitar by hand for the little Diaz, from helping carrying large toolboxes, moving cinderblocks, spinning large old-fashiond wheels, to screwing on bolts so tight that it was almost impossible to unscrew. Having grown up in between the family home in Italy and England created a stark difference in how he gained different types of strengths. Whether climbing a tree to climbing a building, Kyle enjoyed it all and had no fear of height as he knew if he was dangling on a cliff he could just pull himself up or fly on a broom! Its strange as you look through Kyle's life trying to pinpoint or give a reason for this obnoxious strength, but maybe the truth if more simple and sweet then we might have been led to believe... Maybe, just maybe he was simply just... Born with it, because his lovely step-mother can recall how even when in infancy, when it came to physical tasks Kyle excelled in it, having started walking a little earlier than his siblings had to learning how to escape his crib! But when it came to intellectually challenging him, he struggled immensely.
STATUS: Approved, Zach Zaphiere, March 2
Anthony Kingsmage
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Wandmaker
Describe why this fits your character:
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Wandmaker
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This day was probably one of the happiest days in Anthony's life. Only a few days before Anthony had gotten his acceptance letter into Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry, and today was the day Anthony and his parents were going shopping in - of course - Diagon Alley. He and his mom stopped by Potages Cauldron Shop to grab school supplies while his father grabbed a copy of the Daily Prophet. Once they met up with his father they went to one of Anthony's favorite shops, Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. Anthony had always loved coming here to grab a book since he was around 7 years old. They grabbed everything from the History of Magic and Book of Spells to Defense Against The Dark Arts and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.
After gathering the rest of Anthony's school supplies and stopping by Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor for a quick sweet treat to celebrate, came Anthony's favorite spot... Ollivanders Wand Shop.
However, his parents had a little surprise for him. Instead of actually going to Ollivanders they went home. "Mom? Dad? What about my wand?" He asked his parents. "Don't worry son, you'll get it today."His father replied. Anthony was very confused as to what was going on. When he got home, he was surprised to see an owl with a small package, but not just any owl. The owl belonged to his grandfather! His grandfather was a wandmaker and close friend and assistant to Ollivander. The owl was carrying a small package. Anthony grabbed the package, starting to realize what was going on. As he opened it, he saw a wand. It was of a pale white color, it had a Criss cross grip with a bulbous end, the wand itself was in a beautiful spiral shape. "Your grandfather had been working on it for a couple of years now, ever since your first instance of magic." His mother told him. "We decided to pay your grandfather for a wand instead of getting one from Ollivander. Everything has been paid off already so you don't need to worry about that." His father reassured him. "My own wand, custom made by my grandfather." He thought to himself. A note came with the wand. It was a moving picture of his grandfather, he was on a stool carving the wand. But even more special, was that he was smiling. Ever since Anthony's grandmother died, his grandfather fell into a deep depression, and to see him smile because of Anthony was one of the greatest feelings he could ever feel. "I'll make you proud grandfather." He promised himself, and from that day on. He knew that his actions mattered for something more than himself.
The wand had the following properties.
Wood: Larch, when Anthony touched this wood, he felt a significant feeling that he had never felt before. Confidence. He had always lacked self confidence even with all of his learnings of the magical world. Yet, this wood seemed to instill him with that confidence that he needed. Also, something else, an awakening of some sort. With lack of better word it felt magical. Once he chose this wood he was curious as to what powers may have been unlocked inside of him, and what amazing things he may accomplish with such a wood.
Core: Phoenix Feather, Anthony chose this core because it was the one that seemed to call out to him the strongest. He knew that it was a wild and powerful wand that proved stubborn and even acted of its own accord at times. However, he was ambitious at the things he would someday accomplish, and knew that this core would help him get there. Besides, Anthony believed he was up to the challenge.
Length: 10 Inches, Intellectual, Creative, Ambitious, and Determined, Anthony chose this wand because he knew these were the qualities that defined him. However, ever since he chose Larch wood, he felt something awaken in him. He wasn't sure what it was yet, but he knew the it was important, something he was missing all of this time. So he settled with this size to represent that he may have defining features, but may still need something that would make him, HIM.
Flexibility:
Supple, Anthony chose this flexibility because he himself was adaptable in terms of his learning, as he believed. However, he does have core beliefs that he will never stray from under any circumstances. Larch wood also wasn't necessarily the most flexible wood either, but Anthony believed he could adapt his skills, talents, and knowledge to any situation while also sticking to his core beliefs. With this in mind, he was able to settle for a wand with Supple flexibility.
Now, with his wand in hand, he was ready to fulfill his Intellectual Ambitions.
After gathering the rest of Anthony's school supplies and stopping by Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor for a quick sweet treat to celebrate, came Anthony's favorite spot... Ollivanders Wand Shop.
However, his parents had a little surprise for him. Instead of actually going to Ollivanders they went home. "Mom? Dad? What about my wand?" He asked his parents. "Don't worry son, you'll get it today."His father replied. Anthony was very confused as to what was going on. When he got home, he was surprised to see an owl with a small package, but not just any owl. The owl belonged to his grandfather! His grandfather was a wandmaker and close friend and assistant to Ollivander. The owl was carrying a small package. Anthony grabbed the package, starting to realize what was going on. As he opened it, he saw a wand. It was of a pale white color, it had a Criss cross grip with a bulbous end, the wand itself was in a beautiful spiral shape. "Your grandfather had been working on it for a couple of years now, ever since your first instance of magic." His mother told him. "We decided to pay your grandfather for a wand instead of getting one from Ollivander. Everything has been paid off already so you don't need to worry about that." His father reassured him. "My own wand, custom made by my grandfather." He thought to himself. A note came with the wand. It was a moving picture of his grandfather, he was on a stool carving the wand. But even more special, was that he was smiling. Ever since Anthony's grandmother died, his grandfather fell into a deep depression, and to see him smile because of Anthony was one of the greatest feelings he could ever feel. "I'll make you proud grandfather." He promised himself, and from that day on. He knew that his actions mattered for something more than himself.
The wand had the following properties.
Wood: Larch, when Anthony touched this wood, he felt a significant feeling that he had never felt before. Confidence. He had always lacked self confidence even with all of his learnings of the magical world. Yet, this wood seemed to instill him with that confidence that he needed. Also, something else, an awakening of some sort. With lack of better word it felt magical. Once he chose this wood he was curious as to what powers may have been unlocked inside of him, and what amazing things he may accomplish with such a wood.
Core: Phoenix Feather, Anthony chose this core because it was the one that seemed to call out to him the strongest. He knew that it was a wild and powerful wand that proved stubborn and even acted of its own accord at times. However, he was ambitious at the things he would someday accomplish, and knew that this core would help him get there. Besides, Anthony believed he was up to the challenge.
Length: 10 Inches, Intellectual, Creative, Ambitious, and Determined, Anthony chose this wand because he knew these were the qualities that defined him. However, ever since he chose Larch wood, he felt something awaken in him. He wasn't sure what it was yet, but he knew the it was important, something he was missing all of this time. So he settled with this size to represent that he may have defining features, but may still need something that would make him, HIM.
Flexibility:
Supple, Anthony chose this flexibility because he himself was adaptable in terms of his learning, as he believed. However, he does have core beliefs that he will never stray from under any circumstances. Larch wood also wasn't necessarily the most flexible wood either, but Anthony believed he could adapt his skills, talents, and knowledge to any situation while also sticking to his core beliefs. With this in mind, he was able to settle for a wand with Supple flexibility.
Now, with his wand in hand, he was ready to fulfill his Intellectual Ambitions.
STATUS: Pending, Zach Zaphiere, March 2
Reason for Pending:
1. There are minimum word count for each aspect of the wand (wood, core, length, flexibility). In total, the application needs 400 words minimum. This link will lead you to further information.
2. Wand-making is very hard and complicated since it requires so much understanding in many branches of magic for years. It's very unlikely for 11-12-year-olds to make it right. Your character can get this wand from someone, buy it from an expert, or ask an expert to make an adjustment or modification.
STATUS: Pending, Zach Zaphiere, March 8
Reason for Pending:
We can't allow Anthony to contribute in the wand-making. Wand-making is very dangerous. The process of making it also needs a long time and deep knowledge (as I mentioned before, it requires an understanding of many branches of magic). So having an 11-12 year old contribute in wand-making is not safe at all (due to his knowledge, safety, and time). We have some suggestions. Since his grandfather is a wandmaker, you can write about him making a wand for Anthony as a gift. Or maybe it's the wand of Anthony's relative that is given to him. As long as Anthony isn't involved in the wand-making, it's okay.
STATUS: Approved, Zach Zaphiere, March 10
Last edited by Anthony Kingsmage on 8 Mar 2024, 16:47, edited 8 times in total.
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Fixed application
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
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Quinn woke up very suddenly one day. Her mum had sneaked in to turn a light off as Quinn had left it on when she was reading.
"Mum?" She asked. Her mum looked surprised. She had been trying to be quiet. When Quinn was walking to school one day she had popped in some earbuds to listen to music. She turned around suddenly to see her best friend tip-toeing behind her.
"How did you see me?" She asked. Quinn shrugged.
"I just knew you where there." Quinn responded.
Quinn walked into her classroom and looked around. Something was was scurrying around. She sensed that their was something that was near her. Quinn slowly looked around the room before she noticed it. There was a mouse running around the room. The rest of the class didn't seem to notice though. There must be something weird with the mouse. Quinn had thought. When she started walking she noticed the mouse scurrying again. She sat down in her seat and looked away but felt eyes on her. Quinn asked her mum about it later and her mum had said it sounded like she could sense things. Quinn wondered what she had meant by that.
"Mum, would that be kind of like the 5 senses but a 6th?" She asked. Quinn's mother thought for a moment.
"Maybe." Quinn nodded then went to her room to do her homework. She stopped before going in feeling like she should look up. Her younger brother had set a trap for her. There was a bucket filled with water and a string. Quinn carefully took it down and stepped into her room.
"Sean!" She yelled noticing small indents of dust in the floor. Sean stepped out of a corner.
"You always ruin my traps!" He whined. Quinn shook her head and pushed him out.
"Hey Quinn, how come you always know I’m coming?" Quinn's friend asked. Quinn shrugged.
"I dunno, I just kind of feel you." She said, tucking her hair behind her ear. Quinn grabbed her friend to stop her as she made to continue forward. A branch had been dropped there from the tree above and Quinn had heard it fall. Quinn took her hand off her friend's shoulder.
"I think we should be more careful, we don't want to hurt ourselves." Quinn said quietly.
"I don't think I can be with you. You sense everything!" Her friend said in awe. Quinn shrugged her shoulders again then popped her ear buds back into her ears. Quinn didn't really know how she was doing what she was doing. She just sort of knew. It was like her brain had an extra sensitive part added to it to see when things move.
"Hey Quinn, do you want to play a game?" Sean, Quinn's younger brother asked.
"Ok." She agreed, taking her earbuds out and closing her laptop.
"Great! Ok. You're going to need a blindfold." Quinn raised her eyebrow but complied. The world was dark and the fabric went over her eyes. She heard her brother grabbing something but couldn't tell what. What the? She suddenly noticed something behind her and ducked. A sound of something flying over her head made her rip off her blindfold. Sean was holding a stuffed animal and had tried to wack her with it.
"Sean what the heck!" She asked.
"I was trying to get you back from when... Nevermind I'll just go." He said meekly running out of the room. Quinn sighed and shook her head going back to her homework. Quinn had had lots of times where she just seemed to sense something was happening. More than all five of her senses were alert, all six of them were. Her other sense helped her notice when things are out of place.
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"Mum?" She asked. Her mum looked surprised. She had been trying to be quiet. When Quinn was walking to school one day she had popped in some earbuds to listen to music. She turned around suddenly to see her best friend tip-toeing behind her.
"How did you see me?" She asked. Quinn shrugged.
"I just knew you where there." Quinn responded.
Quinn walked into her classroom and looked around. Something was was scurrying around. She sensed that their was something that was near her. Quinn slowly looked around the room before she noticed it. There was a mouse running around the room. The rest of the class didn't seem to notice though. There must be something weird with the mouse. Quinn had thought. When she started walking she noticed the mouse scurrying again. She sat down in her seat and looked away but felt eyes on her. Quinn asked her mum about it later and her mum had said it sounded like she could sense things. Quinn wondered what she had meant by that.
"Mum, would that be kind of like the 5 senses but a 6th?" She asked. Quinn's mother thought for a moment.
"Maybe." Quinn nodded then went to her room to do her homework. She stopped before going in feeling like she should look up. Her younger brother had set a trap for her. There was a bucket filled with water and a string. Quinn carefully took it down and stepped into her room.
"Sean!" She yelled noticing small indents of dust in the floor. Sean stepped out of a corner.
"You always ruin my traps!" He whined. Quinn shook her head and pushed him out.
"Hey Quinn, how come you always know I’m coming?" Quinn's friend asked. Quinn shrugged.
"I dunno, I just kind of feel you." She said, tucking her hair behind her ear. Quinn grabbed her friend to stop her as she made to continue forward. A branch had been dropped there from the tree above and Quinn had heard it fall. Quinn took her hand off her friend's shoulder.
"I think we should be more careful, we don't want to hurt ourselves." Quinn said quietly.
"I don't think I can be with you. You sense everything!" Her friend said in awe. Quinn shrugged her shoulders again then popped her ear buds back into her ears. Quinn didn't really know how she was doing what she was doing. She just sort of knew. It was like her brain had an extra sensitive part added to it to see when things move.
"Hey Quinn, do you want to play a game?" Sean, Quinn's younger brother asked.
"Ok." She agreed, taking her earbuds out and closing her laptop.
"Great! Ok. You're going to need a blindfold." Quinn raised her eyebrow but complied. The world was dark and the fabric went over her eyes. She heard her brother grabbing something but couldn't tell what. What the? She suddenly noticed something behind her and ducked. A sound of something flying over her head made her rip off her blindfold. Sean was holding a stuffed animal and had tried to wack her with it.
"Sean what the heck!" She asked.
"I was trying to get you back from when... Nevermind I'll just go." He said meekly running out of the room. Quinn sighed and shook her head going back to her homework. Quinn had had lots of times where she just seemed to sense something was happening. More than all five of her senses were alert, all six of them were. Her other sense helped her notice when things are out of place.
WC 638
Fixed application
STATUS: Under review, Atlas, 10/03
Hi there, checking in something with Head of Index, @Opeila Winters to give her thoughts and insight regarding the application.
STATUS: Pending, Atlas, 10/03
After communicating with Pei, here is a verdict;
1. Please understand what the Sixth Sense translates to, you are able to notice things & you are natural more perceptive than others.
2. Why would your mother float above the ground? How does it connect with your sixth sense?
Status: Approved, Peepaw - Atlas, 16/03
Last edited by Quinn Brook on 11 Mar 2024, 10:35, edited 1 time in total.
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