STATUS: Pending, Zach Zaphiere, 20 December
Reason for Pending:
1. Your trunk post in your encyclopedia page can't contain font smaller than 100. Please edit this. This post will guide you on how to make trunk post.
2. Please edit the backstory so it suit the true blood-status of your character.

STATUS: Closed, Ruby, February 28
No edits have been made in 30 days.

STATUS: Pending, Zach Zaphiere, 20 December
Reason for Pending:
1. Your backstory (excluding First Instance of Magic), should be at least 220 words. Please tell us more about your character since it is essential to make a deep background of her. You can add more about why or how her father wasn't there, her school life, her relationship with her mom, etc.
2. In the encyclopedia page, you still haven't stated her spesies.
3. You need to make separate post in your encyclopedia page for your trunk post. Read this for further information about encyclopedia page. And this for trunk post rules specifically.

STATUS: Approved, Zach Zaphiere, 31 December

STATUS: under review, Zach Zaphiere, 20 December

STATUS: Approved, Zach Zaphiere, 24 December

Character name: Lonnie Berman
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing?: nope!
Link to the character page: here!
Character Statistics: Sta. 8 | Eva. 8 | Str. 3 | Wis. 4 | Arc. 5 | Acc. 7
Character Special Race/Talent: n/a
Character Backstory:

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Lonnie was born to muggle nursing student Josephine Berman (neé Taylor) and Auror Edward Berman. Edward had met Josephine at a bar while he was on a business trip to Brighton, charmed by her kind personality and humor. The young couple claimed it was love at first sight, and in less than a year of knowing each other, the two were married. Before they knew it, another year passed and Alana Grace Berman was born on a cold Brighton night on December 5, 2012.

The family’s life seemed perfect, with a homey loft in Brighton and financial stability. But a crack was forming in the foundations, slowly pulling the family apart. Because there was a side of Edward that both Josephine and their young daughter didn't see. The Bermans, a reputable pureblooded family, were not ones to be associated with muggles. But at the time Edward had been blinded by his love for Josephine. And so he lied. Both to his family and to Josephine. Keeping his life as a wizard secret to Josephine and his life in Brighton secret from his family.

Ridden with guilt, Edward slowly began to crack. He became irritable, involuntarily releasing his frustration and guilt on Josephine. The two began to argue. It started as occasional and slowly progressed until it was daily. And so, after about three years of a happy life with her family, Lonnie spent a year pressing pillows over her ears as she heard her parents argue every night. Eventually, Edward left, right before Lonnie’s fifth birthday. He went home, back to his family in London, but yet he never told Josephine his secret. And so Josephine, and by extension, Lonnie, never found out about Edward’s double life.

And that's how Lonnie spent the rest of her childhood. Raised alone by her mother, who now worked a seven to five job to help provide for the family. To put it simply, Lonnie spent a lot of her life alone, left with nothing but her own imagination. The girl was strange to say the least. Curious, imaginative, and a tad bit obnoxious. She lacked a grip of social cues and happened to have an extremely overactive brain. These aspects along with her past didn’t seem to mix well at school. The girl had trouble making friends, even being picked on from time to time.

And as for her father? Well, one of Lonnie’s favorite pastimes was asking her mother about her father, who she only vaguely remembered. Her mother wasn't much help, considering she'd never get into the specifics, but Lonnie got the general idea that her father was an absolute prick. And while she was always curious, her continuous failed attempts to get any information from her mother was enough for her to understand that she'd just have to be content with what she had.

First Instance of Magic:

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Lonnie’s first instance of magic came when she was seven years old. It was early in the school day and the children in her class were sitting as they waited for the teacher to arrive. Considering she had no friends to talk to like the other kids, she began to zone out. Detached from her surroundings, Lonnie’s boredom got the best of her and she began to begin drawing on her desk with a marker. It wasn't until she had drawn across the whole desk that she snapped back to reality. As she realized what would happen if the teacher saw what she had done, she began to panic. But suddenly, the desk seemed to wipe itself clean, seeming as if nothing had happened, right before the teacher walked in. Lonnie shook it off as a figment of her own imagination, and luckily, none of the other children seemed to notice.

STATUS: Approved, Zach. Zaphiere, 20 December

STATUS: Pending, Sage, December 20th
Hi, Louisa! I have two quick things before I can approve this application:
-You are missing 'Species' in the first post of your encyclopedia. In Louisa's case, it will just be human.
-The backstory you have here is different from the one in your encyclopedia (encyclopedia one is only 108 words). Please make sure they are the same and meet the 220 word count.

STATUS: Approved, Sage, December 20th

STATUS: Pending, Sage, December 20th
Hello, Lily. Before I can approve your application there are some things you will need to do. After this is fixed we'll see if any other changes are needed!
-You have not made an Encyclopedia yet. To be indexed, you must have one of these. You can learn how to make one using this.
-Special race/talent applications need to be at least 500 words. For me to consider your application for this, you will need to add to it using your own words.

STATUS: Closed, Sage, January 19th
No edits have been made in 30 days.

Character Name: Felix Rodriguez
School Year or Adult Level: First year
Does any Profile Card info need changing: No, thank you.
Link : here

Character Statistics:
STAMINA: 8
EVASION: 6
STRENGTH: 2
WISDOM: 8
ARCANE POWER: 3
ACCURACY: 8

Character Special Race/Talent: Human

Character Backstory:

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Felix V. Rodriguez was born and raised in London, England. He only have his mother and his older brother. His mother, Floria Thomas (Rodriguez), is a witch and now working in the ministry of magic. She's a really kind and outgoing person. She used to play quidditch back in her time and will always brag about it to her sons. No matter how bad things would be, no matter how hard it is for Felix or his brother, She would always be there for them.

His older brother, Valter T. Rodriguez, he's studying in Scotland for creatures study. It's difficult for him to spend more time with his brother since he's not often home. They only communicate through mails. Valter is not a very sociable person but he's really passionate about things that he does, about the things that he learns. He's like a role model for Felix.

His father, Valentino Rodriguez, is a muggle. He love his family and also his work but all of that disappeared when he abandoned his family. Felix was just 7 years old at that time. He got fired from work for accidentally discovered something that he shouldn't. It's very frustrating and traumatizing for him that he had left everything behind.

Felix has the brightest personality out of his family members. He have a lot of friends, he really love making new friends from everywhere he goes and anytime he have the chance to. Though, he only have two friends that he always hangout with, his neighbours. Whenever he get back from his boarding school, he always ask his mother to hangout with them.He was sent to boarding school by his father when he was 6 years old and after his father abandoned him, his mother decided to let him continue to go for boarding school until Felix was 9 years old. Some will said that going for for boarding school seems like a bad thing but for Felix it's just a normal thing. Finally at the age of 10, he went to the local school in London and spent most of his time with his friends and family at home or even school.

First Instance of Magic:

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When Felix was 7 years old, A week after his father ran away, he accidentally broke his mother's cup of tea because he was very furious at his cousin for talking bad about his father.

STATUS: Pending, Sage, December 20th
Hello, Felix! There are some things you'll need to do before I approve this application:
-Your character's backstory is under the minimum 220 word count. Please add to it.
-Why is it difficult for his brother to spend time with him?
-At what age did Felix's father leave?
-Felix's mother is a witch, so why is she working as a Muggle scientist? Remember, it needs to make sense for her blood status!
-Your stats only add up to 30. Since you are human, they will need to be 35.

STATUS: Approved, Sage, December 23rd

Character name (First and last name): Beth Merryweather

School Year or Adult Level: First year

Does any Profile Card info need changing?: Nope

Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=35800]

Character Statistics:
STAMINA: 5
EVASION: 7
STRENGTH: 2
WISDOM: 7
ARCANE POWER: 8
ACCURACY: 6

Character Special Race/Talent: N/A

Character Backstory:

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Beth Merryweather grew up in the heart of a council estate on the rough edges of East London, where life was anything but quiet or unremarkable. The estate was a maze of identical concrete blocks, their exteriors streaked with grime and graffiti, and the faint smell of damp clung to the air no matter the season. The stairwells were cracked, the lifts were always out of order, and the nights were punctuated by the sound of arguments spilling out of open windows or the occasional wail of a police siren. It wasn’t uncommon for Beth to spot an abandoned mattress tipped over in the street or to overhear whispered warnings about so-and-so’s older brother who’d just been let out of prison.

Her family—her mother, Jane, and her father, Thomas—lived in a tiny, cramped flat on the third floor of one of those blocks. The wallpaper in their living room was peeling, the floorboards creaked with every step, and the kettle only worked if you smacked it just right. Their second-hand furniture sagged under years of use, and the radiators were more decorative than functional during winter. It wasn’t much, but it was home.

Her parents worked hard to keep life as normal as possible, though there was no disguising the constant shadow of their financial struggles. They lived on benefits, and Thomas took on odd jobs when he could—fixing cars, painting walls, shifting furniture for the neighbors—to scrape together enough to get by when the dole wasn't enough. Beth wasn’t oblivious; she saw the thin envelopes marked with red ink that her mum hid in a drawer, and she knew what it meant when her dad spent too long staring at the electricity meter. But her parents had a way of making do, of laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, and they refused to let their circumstances crush them. It wasn’t glamorous, but there was a certain pride in their scrappiness, in the way they got through each day together.

She could still see it clearly: a thick envelope of cream-colored parchment with her name written in looping emerald-green ink. Miss Beth Merryweather, The Smallest Bedroom, 15 Duxbury Tower, East London. It was official and weighty in a way that didn’t belong to her chaotic, patched-together life. She’d stared at it for what felt like hours, her mind racing. Why her?

Sure, her mum had once admitted she used to be a witch—years ago, before she “gave it all up to marry your dad”—but Beth had never thought it mattered. Magic was something Jane had tucked away, like an old photo album that no one looked at anymore. It had no place in their cluttered flat or their day-to-day scramble to get by. And Beth? She wasn’t magical. She was Beth. Poor, scruffy Beth with her patched-up trainers and a knack for avoiding her parents’ attempts to brush her hair.

Though, it wasn’t the confirmation of magic that unsettled her. It was the idea that this life, this estate, this family she knew so well—this world—might not be all there was for her. The thought was thrilling and terrifying all at once.

But Beth wasn’t the type to let anyone see her sweat, even when no one was looking. She folded the letter carefully and set it down on her nightstand, leaning back against the peeling wallpaper. She wasn’t sure what to make of it all yet, but she knew one thing: she’d face it the same way she faced everything else—with her head high, her shoulders squared, and a quiet determination that no one could touch.

Magic or no magic, Beth Merryweather wasn’t about to let the world knock her down. She might have been a girl from a rough council estate with a cracked telly and a broken kettle, but she was also the kind of girl who could look the world in the eye and not blink. If Hogwarts wanted her, fine. She’d go. But she’d do it on her own terms.

First Instance of Magic:

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The first time Beth’s magic revealed itself, she had just turned ten, and it happened on an ordinary, unremarkable evening in their scruffy little living room. The room itself was as humble as the rest of the house—mismatched furniture softened by years of wear, an old coffee table scarred with the rings of where many cups of tea had lain, and the faint smell of toast that always seemed to linger no matter how much her mother cleaned. In the corner, their tiny television sat precariously on a wobbly stand, its rabbit-ear antenna bent at an odd angle. The set had seen better days, but it was the heart of their evenings, a rare source of shared entertainment.

Beth had been perched on the lumpy sofa, one leg tucked underneath her as she squinted at her homework—some muggle primary school assignment involving a particularly cruel bit of long division. To her right, her dad was flicking through a tabloid newspaper, muttering under his breath about football scores, while her mum sat with a mug of tea, knitting something that looked more like a tangled mess of yarn than an actual scarf. On the TV, an animal documentary played, the narrator’s soothing voice talking about penguins huddling against the cold. Normally, Beth loved these programs; they were her favorite way to unwind after a long day. But not this time. The numbers on the page in front of her refused to make sense, and the more she tried to force them into order, the more muddled they became.

Her pencil pressed harder against the paper until it snapped, the jagged tip flying onto the floor. A surge of hot, bubbling annoyance rose from her stomach and shot straight to the top of her head. “Ugh, I hate this!” she groaned, tossing her head back dramatically. Her parents, used to her usual flare-ups, barely glanced up. But something strange happened when her gaze flicked angrily from her workbook to the television.

With a loud crack, the television wrenched itself from the wall as though an invisible hand had yanked the plug from the socket. The power cord flailed wildly for a second before the whole thing crashed to the floor, the screen shattering into a web of jagged cracks. The documentary narrator cut off mid-sentence, replaced by stunned silence in the room. Beth’s pencil clattered to the floor, forgotten, as her wide eyes darted between the broken TV and her parents.

For a moment, no one moved. Then Jane, her mum, let out an earsplitting squeal, leaping from her chair with the kind of energy Beth usually only saw when her mum found a bargain at the charity shop. “She’s a witch!” Jane cried, clapping her hands together like a giddy child. “Oh, my baby’s got magic! Just like her mum!” She swept Beth into a tight, smothering hug, rocking her side to side as if this was the greatest thing that had ever happened. Beth, however, was too stunned to speak.

Thomas, her dad, was far less thrilled. He lowered his paper and stared at the wreckage of the TV with the kind of weary resignation that came from years of putting up with life’s minor catastrophes. “Bloody brilliant,” he muttered, scratching his head. “How am I supposed to fix that?”.

In the end, "fixing it" meant slapping some electrical tape over the cracks and propping the whole thing against the wall at an awkward angle. The television worked after a fashion, though the picture was forever marred by a spiderweb of lines that distorted faces and made everything look like a modern art painting. The sight of it made Thomas grumble every time he saw it, but Jane loved telling the story. She would beam with pride, calling it the “first sign” of Beth’s magical potential.

Beth, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to forget the whole incident. She spent the rest of the night avoiding her parents’ eyes and sneaking cautious glances at the broken TV, half-convinced it might come back to life and blame her for its misfortune.

STATUS: Denied, Sage, December 20th
Your application has flagged as AI content. Please try again with your own words.

STATUS: Pending, Sage, December 20th
We have quite a bit to unpack here before I can go about approving this!
-You need to use the form provided in the first post of the thread for your application.
-You have started an encyclopedia, but it is missing a trunk, basic information, has a different backstory than the one here and is below word count (220), and does not include a first instance of magic. I strongly recommend reading our Encyclopedia guide here.
-You are claiming Elizabeth is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin. We do not allow relations to canon characters, so therefore Elizabeth cannot be related to him. Please remove any mentions of this.

After edits are made, we'll go from there!

STATUS: Closed, Sage, January 19th
No edits have been made in 30 days.

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Character name: Azzure Solace
School Year First

Does any Profile Card info need changing?: no
Link to character page: here
Character statistics: sta: 7 |eva: 6 |str: 5 | wis: 5 |arc: 6 |acc: 6 |
Character Special Race/Talent: N/A

Character Backstory:

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Azzure grew up as an only child in a wealthy pure-blood family. From a young age, she became accustomed to being alone in the mansion with her servants since her parents were often busy with work and only came home in late hours of the night. Growing up, she didn’t have a lot of people she could talk to. This was further exacerbated by the fact that because she was homeschooled; often being taught by teachers that were paid to come to the her house, though Azzure never truly listened to them. Even as a child, she got the sense that her childhood was different. She knew no world outside of the manor she felt trapped in. At night she’d stare out into the window and dream about how the sky would look like during the day, would the blue skies be as vibrant as they were in the text books. Would they be filled with clouds or as clear as summer days, will flocks of birds fly freely in the open sky, or will storm clouds come and thunder fill the world with rain. However no matter how much she dreamed, she knew that because her eyes are naturally more sensitive to light, she can never look up into the sky.
It was during this time in her life that she began to take an interest in painting. For hours on end she’d sit in a room, canvas in hand and paint until the sun turned the room into a golden hue. She’d obsess over every minuet detail, bringing to life something she’d only ever seen in her mind. On the white canvas she painted blue skies and pretend that she was flying amidst the clouds in the air. There were no such thing as boundaries set up by her condition when she painting her imagination.

But as she was getting used to the feeling of living her life in this content bubble she born in, her parents came home one night earlier than usual. When Azzure went to go greet them, they had only sat her down and told her that it was time she interacted with people her age. They were blabbering about something of not being properly socialised. Of Azzure being unable to hold a proper conversation due to isolation, and the change of location being a good thing. In all honesty, Azzure didn't remember all that was said in that conversation, all she knew was that one day she was sitting in her room painting the sky as it painted the sky gold and then when she opened her eyes she was in a car of a woman she had never met, going to a house she would be living in for the 2 years. Azzure would later find out that this woman's name is Mei, and was her mothers best friend that she had met during her Hogwarts days.

Azuure first months in her new living situation can be most accurately described as a a fledgeling learning how to stand. It was new not being the only one in the house. For one, Mei had a daughter; Yume, was her name. Though she was younger than Azzure but that didn't make her any less of an annoying presence especially when she just wanted to pain in peace. Secondly, she had to adjust to the culture shock that out of her mansion, no one will be outside the door just incase she'll need something. She's never known anything other than the suffocating walls of the house she was born in so to suddenly be catapulted in such a free and less stuffy world, though it wasn't bad, it was also hard to get used to.

However life wasn't always that bad, it was nice to have somebody to talk to. Though she could be a pain at times, Yume had a special talent of making boring days less uneventful and making Azzure laugh. It was nice to be able to learn how to be independent away from the spotlight and eyes that seemed to surround her 24/7 when Azzure had lived in the mansion. Mei's husband, who happend to be a muggle-born showed Azzure muggle media and shows. And though the excessive violence at times caused her to wrinkle her nose, it was fun. It was also because of them that Azzure was able to go watch her first broom racing match.

On the eve of her 10th birthday and a week before she would be sent back to her old life in the mansion, Mei and her family took Azzure to her first broom racing match. Though at first she was a bit uncomfortable with the amount of noise and people. The worry faded away the night went on. Before long, she felt herself become encapsulated in the match, her eyes trailing the broom racers, studying their movements as they served through the air.

"They're flying..."

She could feel the way the wind gushed whenever they flew past. It was like she was watching a sacred dance. Her soul leaped with joy as the wining team won, but more than that she was filled with the deep drive of want. She wanted to be there, to fly in the sky like them and be so utterly free. This was a day she would never forget, not even after months had gone by since then and she was back in the lonely walls of her birthplace. At night when she closed her eyes, Azzure could still remember how it felt to be among the cheering crowd, eyes wide as she watched how effortlessly these people flew in the open sky.

FIOM:

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During her time living at the house of her mom's friend, Azzure never stopped painting, often asking Mei to buy new paints or canvases whenever the stock she had bought the previous month ran out. It was during one of these days when Azzure was about 9 years old, that she cooped herself up in a small storage room that had been transformed into an art studio for Azzure. That day she was peacefully painting a picture of the sky that she once saw in the books that Mei kept in her library. Azzure was so engrossed in copying every detail to a tee, that she didn't realize that Yume had entered the room, and when she did, it was too late. Before Azzure knew it, the canva's came falling down on her and though she didnt get hurt, the paint had smudged to the point where it became incoherent from what it once was. In a fit of anger, Azzure began to shout at Yume, her anger palpable and harsh, all the while Yume's face grew more and more horrified, and before Azzure realised why, the sound of a lightbulb shattering cut through the screaming fit, followed a split second later by the falling of glass shards from the sky.

STATUS: Pending - Koko, 23.12.2024
- Please explain why Azzure's pure-blood parents would be willing to send Azzure to live with a half-blood family.

STATUS: Pending - Koko, 26.12.2024
- Please note the truth/your plans for your character's family secrets somewhere within this post — in reducio is fine!

STATUS: Approved - Koko, 19.01.2025
- As you mentioned you've not got everything for the future written out yet, that's totally okay and I'm approving what you've got here. Once you have the family secrets written out, please do a re-application here so that we can review what you've got!