Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=41993
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Parseltongue/Parselmouth
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): Áine Luigsech had always loved snakes; she loved watching her father interact with the snakes he kept in his study. She grew up playing with them and even understanding them. She often just listened as she played with them until one day she was holding her father's pet ball python. It was not cold in the house but it was below the snake's desired temperature. Her father kept snakes. Yes, he didn't understand him. The python gave her a look and hissed. She heard the words but her mind refused to compute what she heard. On instinct she tried to hiss back at it which made the snake seem rather angry and it told her she had offended it. After the snake was warm she asked if she could chat and that python became buddies always on her midnight excursions. She had read about parseltongue in her dark magic text books (prodigal DADA learner) and that many-but not all- Dark wizards had parseltongue. Fearing what her father would do if he found out as he is still traumatized by the battle of Hogwarts and her village in general would look down at her and call her evil. So she never told when she was out of the house she'd spend her time chatting with the snakes she found in the yard and woods in the valley. On one hand she was excited to be able to chat with snakes “snakies” as she calls them though they aren’t too fond of it. She often would start talking to the snakes, even slipping them treats whenever they weren’t supposed to. She eventually took over taking care of her fathers snakes as he noticed she started caring about them a lot, something combined with her DADA studies made him wary. She often looked scared of her father’s judgment. When he confronted her about the snakes she told him about how she could understand snakes and talking to them seemed just as natural as talking to him,her mom and of course Morri. Her father seemed wary of this due to his own experiences but just nodded acceptingly even though he told her to “keep it under wraps”. This was understandable as a lot of the village's adults and elders had stories to tell about evil things done by parselmouths, not just famous ones but even ones from local folklore like Sybil the mad a witch supposedly from the 1700’s who was a parseltongue and terrorized the village. She swore she’d never be like that
Word count:421
(i'll have to adjust my stats RIP)
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Parseltongue/Parselmouth
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): Áine Luigsech had always loved snakes; she loved watching her father interact with the snakes he kept in his study. She grew up playing with them and even understanding them. She often just listened as she played with them until one day she was holding her father's pet ball python. It was not cold in the house but it was below the snake's desired temperature. Her father kept snakes. Yes, he didn't understand him. The python gave her a look and hissed. She heard the words but her mind refused to compute what she heard. On instinct she tried to hiss back at it which made the snake seem rather angry and it told her she had offended it. After the snake was warm she asked if she could chat and that python became buddies always on her midnight excursions. She had read about parseltongue in her dark magic text books (prodigal DADA learner) and that many-but not all- Dark wizards had parseltongue. Fearing what her father would do if he found out as he is still traumatized by the battle of Hogwarts and her village in general would look down at her and call her evil. So she never told when she was out of the house she'd spend her time chatting with the snakes she found in the yard and woods in the valley. On one hand she was excited to be able to chat with snakes “snakies” as she calls them though they aren’t too fond of it. She often would start talking to the snakes, even slipping them treats whenever they weren’t supposed to. She eventually took over taking care of her fathers snakes as he noticed she started caring about them a lot, something combined with her DADA studies made him wary. She often looked scared of her father’s judgment. When he confronted her about the snakes she told him about how she could understand snakes and talking to them seemed just as natural as talking to him,her mom and of course Morri. Her father seemed wary of this due to his own experiences but just nodded acceptingly even though he told her to “keep it under wraps”. This was understandable as a lot of the village's adults and elders had stories to tell about evil things done by parselmouths, not just famous ones but even ones from local folklore like Sybil the mad a witch supposedly from the 1700’s who was a parseltongue and terrorized the village. She swore she’d never be like that
Word count:421
(i'll have to adjust my stats RIP)
Status: DENIED - Jake, November 14, 2025
I'm sorry, but registrations for special races must be done along with index registration, this thread is only for non-race abilities. As mentioned in the Index form, once you register as human you can no longer receive a special race.
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?p=1421335#p1421335
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): There was something about the newly sorted Ravenclaw witch Charlotte Golden, something that made her so pretty you couldn't take your eyes off her. No, she wasn't a veela or a part veela, for she had brown hair and both her parents didn't have a veela ancestry either. But her mother was a very pretty woman and had been so for as long as anyone could remember. With brown hair that was always shiny and silky, brown eyes which looked just perfect with the hair, a slightly tanned skin tone, which would become golden brown when she went out into the sun, making her look more attractive, and clothes which were simple but always elegant, Charlotte's mother, Rebecca Golden would have done well as a fashion model. She was just so attractive. Charlotte's father on the other hand, Henry Golden, struck an extremely handsome figure, with always neatly combed and well groomed hair, and usually formal clothes, he was also one whom you could not take your eyes off. This went back generations. All Charlotte's family on both the maternal and paternal sides were very beautiful. They all played sports, but even after a long game, they still didn't stink of sweat, get muddy, or have their beauty reduced too much yet be crowned player of the match or game. This beauty was useful though, it meant that some people with a less practical mind would pay complete attention to her looks during a sports game, neglecting the match, of course, this was only for the opponents. All her teammates, when looking at her, would catch something in her eye saying 'focus on the game, distractions must be for our opponents only' and would turn away from them. Charlotte herself had got the traits of beauty from both her parents, though mostly from her mom. She looked like her mum in miniature, with the same striking beauty. Far from being conceited about this fact though, Charlotte was extremely kind to everyone and thought of her looks as a god given gift and nothing to be proud of. Pride could be held in only those things where she worked for it, worked hard, and achieved something.
From the time she came to hogwarts, before her sorting, while passing through the great lake, she got the feeling that people were staring at her (you'd think she'd have gotten used to it) and maybe felt that this skill might come in useful later though not sure in what way....
WC-417 words
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): There was something about the newly sorted Ravenclaw witch Charlotte Golden, something that made her so pretty you couldn't take your eyes off her. No, she wasn't a veela or a part veela, for she had brown hair and both her parents didn't have a veela ancestry either. But her mother was a very pretty woman and had been so for as long as anyone could remember. With brown hair that was always shiny and silky, brown eyes which looked just perfect with the hair, a slightly tanned skin tone, which would become golden brown when she went out into the sun, making her look more attractive, and clothes which were simple but always elegant, Charlotte's mother, Rebecca Golden would have done well as a fashion model. She was just so attractive. Charlotte's father on the other hand, Henry Golden, struck an extremely handsome figure, with always neatly combed and well groomed hair, and usually formal clothes, he was also one whom you could not take your eyes off. This went back generations. All Charlotte's family on both the maternal and paternal sides were very beautiful. They all played sports, but even after a long game, they still didn't stink of sweat, get muddy, or have their beauty reduced too much yet be crowned player of the match or game. This beauty was useful though, it meant that some people with a less practical mind would pay complete attention to her looks during a sports game, neglecting the match, of course, this was only for the opponents. All her teammates, when looking at her, would catch something in her eye saying 'focus on the game, distractions must be for our opponents only' and would turn away from them. Charlotte herself had got the traits of beauty from both her parents, though mostly from her mom. She looked like her mum in miniature, with the same striking beauty. Far from being conceited about this fact though, Charlotte was extremely kind to everyone and thought of her looks as a god given gift and nothing to be proud of. Pride could be held in only those things where she worked for it, worked hard, and achieved something.
From the time she came to hogwarts, before her sorting, while passing through the great lake, she got the feeling that people were staring at her (you'd think she'd have gotten used to it) and maybe felt that this skill might come in useful later though not sure in what way....
WC-417 words
Approved, 17th of November 2025 - Oonagh
Ability Applications
WC:400
Link to your encyclopedia thread:viewtopic.php?f=169&t=38243
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Calming Prescence
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it)
Amaryllis always knew just what to say, exactly how to act and how to deliver every word to comfort the person she was comforting. When Lis and her sister were little and her baby sister scraped her knee and got hurt she knew exactly how to make things better. Her presence was always soothing, like a peaceful and quiet eye in the middle of the most turbulent storm. She could lighten a room just by merely existing in it.
She always listened, no matter what the other person was telling her. Always allowing her friends and family to vent as much as they wanted and she'd never grow tired of listening. She could provide the best advice regardless of the situation. She was easy to get along with and easy to be around.
She was always looking out for those less fortunate. Her family was decently comfortable. Her mom's family was pureblood and had some money to their name but not an extreme amount, meanwhile her father grew up poor with muggle farmers for parents. Combined they both make enough money to support their family and all the beasts and pets they have. Despite her being well off she never failed to give a few galleons to a beggar or anyone who had less than her. She always strived to be as altruistic as possible.
She was always observing her surroundings. Her observing nature let her notice body language, the subtle shifts in tone, and the emotions that lingered unspoken. Her ability to listen went beyond hearing words or being comforting; it delved into understanding the essence of what others were trying to convey.
Many people relied on her for happiness and comfort far too much. She's just a young girl yet people were always letting out all their worries and woes for Amaryllis to absorb. People putting all their unhappiness on a twelve year old girl. For most the weight of being a therapist for all their friends and family would crush them, but Amaryllis loved being someone you could rely on.
Amaryllis still had a fierce soul despite having this gift of kindness. She could always tell what someone\s reason for being rude was, but that wouldn't stop her from defending herself and others. She's quite skilled with magic, although in a battle she'd be the first one to help protect anyone too young or weak to fight.
Link to your encyclopedia thread:viewtopic.php?f=169&t=38243
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Calming Prescence
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it)
Amaryllis always knew just what to say, exactly how to act and how to deliver every word to comfort the person she was comforting. When Lis and her sister were little and her baby sister scraped her knee and got hurt she knew exactly how to make things better. Her presence was always soothing, like a peaceful and quiet eye in the middle of the most turbulent storm. She could lighten a room just by merely existing in it.
She always listened, no matter what the other person was telling her. Always allowing her friends and family to vent as much as they wanted and she'd never grow tired of listening. She could provide the best advice regardless of the situation. She was easy to get along with and easy to be around.
She was always looking out for those less fortunate. Her family was decently comfortable. Her mom's family was pureblood and had some money to their name but not an extreme amount, meanwhile her father grew up poor with muggle farmers for parents. Combined they both make enough money to support their family and all the beasts and pets they have. Despite her being well off she never failed to give a few galleons to a beggar or anyone who had less than her. She always strived to be as altruistic as possible.
She was always observing her surroundings. Her observing nature let her notice body language, the subtle shifts in tone, and the emotions that lingered unspoken. Her ability to listen went beyond hearing words or being comforting; it delved into understanding the essence of what others were trying to convey.
Many people relied on her for happiness and comfort far too much. She's just a young girl yet people were always letting out all their worries and woes for Amaryllis to absorb. People putting all their unhappiness on a twelve year old girl. For most the weight of being a therapist for all their friends and family would crush them, but Amaryllis loved being someone you could rely on.
Amaryllis still had a fierce soul despite having this gift of kindness. She could always tell what someone\s reason for being rude was, but that wouldn't stop her from defending herself and others. She's quite skilled with magic, although in a battle she'd be the first one to help protect anyone too young or weak to fight.
Pending, 17th of November, 2025 - Oonagh
You are meant to provide a word count with your application. Currently your application is 2 words short of 400 words (it is at 398 words). Please add to your application so that it reaches a minimum of 400 words.
Approved, 23rd of November 2025 - Oonagh
Last edited by Amaryllis Thornwood on 23 Nov 2025, 18:16, edited 2 times in total.
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=39332
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Healing Sage
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
“A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor.”
It was a phrase Teresa Norton heard so often, it might as well have been stitched into her bones. But on the day the sea turned rough and real danger rolled onto the shore, she learned exactly what her mother had meant.
The coastline near Ellon had always been Teresa’s refuge—a place of swirling winds, salt-scented air, and rocks worn soft by time. She loved the feel of seafoam on her bare feet and the way the ocean always seemed to know how she felt. On some days, it whispered comfort. On others, it simply listened.
That afternoon, the tide had crept in earlier than expected. The beach, usually scattered with fishermen and children with plastic pails, was nearly empty save for a family Teresa had seen before—a quiet boy with leg braces, his older sister, and their dog. Teresa was collecting shells further down the rocks when it happened.
The scream wasn’t loud. It was sharp and scared and small—so easy to miss. But Teresa heard it.
She dropped her satchel of shells and ran. The boy had tripped near the rocky edge, tangled in seaweed, and a jagged bit of coral had cut deep across his leg. His sister hovered, panicked, useless, crying for help. The waves lapped closer—just enough to make everything feel like it was happening too fast.
Teresa didn't hesitate. She knelt beside the boy, her knees scraping against the wet sand, and gently pressed her hands to his bleeding leg. The boy whimpered, shaking, tears brimming but not falling.
“It’s alright,” she whispered, her voice oddly calm, like the hush before dawn. “You’re safe. You’re going to be alright.”
She reached for the scarf tied around her waist and wrapped it tight above the wound. Not too tight. Just enough. Her fingers moved instinctively, as if they’d practiced this before, though they never had. Her mind echoed every herb and salve her mother had ever taught her, but she had nothing with her—only driftwood, salt, and instinct.
The sister dropped to her knees beside them, still crying, unsure what to do.
“Can you hold his hand?” Teresa asked, her voice soft but firm. “He needs to know he’s not alone.”
The girl nodded and obeyed.
Teresa stayed there, pressing gently against the wound, humming low under her breath. She didn’t even realize her palms had begun to warm—not with fire, but with something else. A tingling. A pull. A quiet hum of magic that flowed from her core, like sunlight drawn through water.
When the lifeguards arrived minutes later, they found the boy stable, calm, and no longer bleeding. Teresa stepped back, cheeks flushed, eyes wide—not with fear, but with awe. Something in her had known exactly what to do. And more than that—something in her had healed him.
She returned home soaked in seawater and sand, but lighter than she’d ever felt. Her mother took one look and knew: Teresa hadn’t just helped.
She’d healed.
From that day on, she understood: healing wasn’t about potions or bandages alone. It was about being present when others weren’t. About listening, soothing, noticing. It was in the way her hands moved, the way her voice calmed, and how her very magic leaned toward mending.
She didn’t chase adventure. She chased relief. Comfort. Quiet strength. That moment by the sea wasn’t an accident. It was a calling—an echo of something deeper. A rhythm that pulsed in her, like waves against the shore.
Teresa Norton wasn’t made to fight storms.
She was made to heal after them.
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Healing Sage
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
“A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor.”
It was a phrase Teresa Norton heard so often, it might as well have been stitched into her bones. But on the day the sea turned rough and real danger rolled onto the shore, she learned exactly what her mother had meant.
The coastline near Ellon had always been Teresa’s refuge—a place of swirling winds, salt-scented air, and rocks worn soft by time. She loved the feel of seafoam on her bare feet and the way the ocean always seemed to know how she felt. On some days, it whispered comfort. On others, it simply listened.
That afternoon, the tide had crept in earlier than expected. The beach, usually scattered with fishermen and children with plastic pails, was nearly empty save for a family Teresa had seen before—a quiet boy with leg braces, his older sister, and their dog. Teresa was collecting shells further down the rocks when it happened.
The scream wasn’t loud. It was sharp and scared and small—so easy to miss. But Teresa heard it.
She dropped her satchel of shells and ran. The boy had tripped near the rocky edge, tangled in seaweed, and a jagged bit of coral had cut deep across his leg. His sister hovered, panicked, useless, crying for help. The waves lapped closer—just enough to make everything feel like it was happening too fast.
Teresa didn't hesitate. She knelt beside the boy, her knees scraping against the wet sand, and gently pressed her hands to his bleeding leg. The boy whimpered, shaking, tears brimming but not falling.
“It’s alright,” she whispered, her voice oddly calm, like the hush before dawn. “You’re safe. You’re going to be alright.”
She reached for the scarf tied around her waist and wrapped it tight above the wound. Not too tight. Just enough. Her fingers moved instinctively, as if they’d practiced this before, though they never had. Her mind echoed every herb and salve her mother had ever taught her, but she had nothing with her—only driftwood, salt, and instinct.
The sister dropped to her knees beside them, still crying, unsure what to do.
“Can you hold his hand?” Teresa asked, her voice soft but firm. “He needs to know he’s not alone.”
The girl nodded and obeyed.
Teresa stayed there, pressing gently against the wound, humming low under her breath. She didn’t even realize her palms had begun to warm—not with fire, but with something else. A tingling. A pull. A quiet hum of magic that flowed from her core, like sunlight drawn through water.
When the lifeguards arrived minutes later, they found the boy stable, calm, and no longer bleeding. Teresa stepped back, cheeks flushed, eyes wide—not with fear, but with awe. Something in her had known exactly what to do. And more than that—something in her had healed him.
She returned home soaked in seawater and sand, but lighter than she’d ever felt. Her mother took one look and knew: Teresa hadn’t just helped.
She’d healed.
From that day on, she understood: healing wasn’t about potions or bandages alone. It was about being present when others weren’t. About listening, soothing, noticing. It was in the way her hands moved, the way her voice calmed, and how her very magic leaned toward mending.
She didn’t chase adventure. She chased relief. Comfort. Quiet strength. That moment by the sea wasn’t an accident. It was a calling—an echo of something deeper. A rhythm that pulsed in her, like waves against the shore.
Teresa Norton wasn’t made to fight storms.
She was made to heal after them.
STATUS: Denied, Sage, November 17th
Your application has flagged in Copyleaks as 100% AI generated. You may try again using your own words.
 | Where did the tide take their laughter? Whisper now, before the kelp forgets... |
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=39332
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Healing Sage
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Healing Sage
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
“A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor.”
Something her mother had said so often. Apparently this was the same thing her father said about everything in life. Teresa had thought differently after all she had never faced tides or rough sea ever in her life. Neither did she want to be a sailor (she had taken these words literally).
The beach near Ellon was Teresa's 2nd home. She had many picnics along the rocks. Made sand castles with her friend in the sand. Collected sea shells and rocks for her collection or some times just looked far into the ocean. It seemed like the ocean knew what she felt always. The water raging against the rocks when she was mad and smallest of waves when she was calm.
This afternoon the entire beach was almost empty. It was almost time for the tide to come in. Teresa still had maybe 1 hour until she should go home. The beach usually had many children and families some she knew from her neighborhood and even tourists came. Fishermen would take their boat from the dock and fish till the tide came in. Today almost all the fisherman had left and no one was at the except for a family Teresa had seen before. A quiet family their parents had died in a house fire. The boy with his leg braces was named James, his older sister was named Margret, and their dog Mr.Biscuits had lived for many years without any issues. Teresa liked this family. They were always nice to her when she visited. She was collecting cool looking rocks for her collection when it had happened.
Mr.Biscuits ran up to her barking like a wild man. I look up from the rocks and to the coast line. The boy looked hurt and was crying and his sister was panicking and there looked to be something red as well.
I dropped my bucket of cool rocks. The boy had tripped near the dead corals washed up agaisnt shore. His leg had a big piece of coral and he was bleeding our fast. His sister was screaming for people to help him.
Teresa gently took the leg into her lap and removed the smaller pieces of coral first. She worked methodically moving from one to another. The sister was in awe at how I worked. Before moving onto the biggest piece I look at the boys face and go-
“It’s alright, this may hurt so you need to be brave" And then I pulled it out in one swift motion.
She reached for the scarf tied around her waist and wrapped it tight over the wound. Not too tight. This wasn't the most sanitary but would have to do so that the boy did not bleed out.
“Please hold his hand right now" Teresa looked at the sister "He needs to be grounded and stable before help arrives. Wait for me I will go look for some"
The girl did as told squeezing his right. Teresa hurriedly ran into the fishermans shop and saw a grumpy old man Albert sitting there. After explaining he gets out to get help.
When the lifeguards arrived minutes later, they found the boy was much happier playing with the dog. Teresa had returned to her bucket. Something in her had known exactly what to do. She wondered how it was possible. Maybe watching television on doctors caused it.
She returned home with her bucket of rocks and a missing scarf. She knew what she wanted to be.
From that day on, she understood that her way of healing was what provided her comfort. She didn't want to hurt. She wanted to heal.
Teresa Norton wasn’t made to fight storms.
She was made to heal after them.
Something her mother had said so often. Apparently this was the same thing her father said about everything in life. Teresa had thought differently after all she had never faced tides or rough sea ever in her life. Neither did she want to be a sailor (she had taken these words literally).
The beach near Ellon was Teresa's 2nd home. She had many picnics along the rocks. Made sand castles with her friend in the sand. Collected sea shells and rocks for her collection or some times just looked far into the ocean. It seemed like the ocean knew what she felt always. The water raging against the rocks when she was mad and smallest of waves when she was calm.
This afternoon the entire beach was almost empty. It was almost time for the tide to come in. Teresa still had maybe 1 hour until she should go home. The beach usually had many children and families some she knew from her neighborhood and even tourists came. Fishermen would take their boat from the dock and fish till the tide came in. Today almost all the fisherman had left and no one was at the except for a family Teresa had seen before. A quiet family their parents had died in a house fire. The boy with his leg braces was named James, his older sister was named Margret, and their dog Mr.Biscuits had lived for many years without any issues. Teresa liked this family. They were always nice to her when she visited. She was collecting cool looking rocks for her collection when it had happened.
Mr.Biscuits ran up to her barking like a wild man. I look up from the rocks and to the coast line. The boy looked hurt and was crying and his sister was panicking and there looked to be something red as well.
I dropped my bucket of cool rocks. The boy had tripped near the dead corals washed up agaisnt shore. His leg had a big piece of coral and he was bleeding our fast. His sister was screaming for people to help him.
Teresa gently took the leg into her lap and removed the smaller pieces of coral first. She worked methodically moving from one to another. The sister was in awe at how I worked. Before moving onto the biggest piece I look at the boys face and go-
“It’s alright, this may hurt so you need to be brave" And then I pulled it out in one swift motion.
She reached for the scarf tied around her waist and wrapped it tight over the wound. Not too tight. This wasn't the most sanitary but would have to do so that the boy did not bleed out.
“Please hold his hand right now" Teresa looked at the sister "He needs to be grounded and stable before help arrives. Wait for me I will go look for some"
The girl did as told squeezing his right. Teresa hurriedly ran into the fishermans shop and saw a grumpy old man Albert sitting there. After explaining he gets out to get help.
When the lifeguards arrived minutes later, they found the boy was much happier playing with the dog. Teresa had returned to her bucket. Something in her had known exactly what to do. She wondered how it was possible. Maybe watching television on doctors caused it.
She returned home with her bucket of rocks and a missing scarf. She knew what she wanted to be.
From that day on, she understood that her way of healing was what provided her comfort. She didn't want to hurt. She wanted to heal.
Teresa Norton wasn’t made to fight storms.
She was made to heal after them.
STATUS: Pending, Jake, November 23rd
Thank you for making some edits - but could you please edit the beginning and end further into your own words? There are portions here that are taken almost directly from the previous post which was flagging as AI generated. I've sent an owl - if the issue is a translator - you can include your pre-translated text to show that the AI results may be due to the translator.
STATUS: Approved, Lawrence, November 26th
Last edited by Teresa Norton on 25 Nov 2025, 05:04, edited 1 time in total.
| Where did the tide take their laughter? Whisper now, before the kelp forgets... |
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=11845#p176335
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Restricted Charms
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC 434
Note: There is a placeholder in the trunk code where this can be linked :] thanks in advance!
PC: Aaron Jones | iNPC: Madeleine Nakamura | Former staff account: Marcus Iwasaki
Best way to contact me? Discord or owl Aaron Jones
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Restricted Charms
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC 434
Reducio
During his time at Hogwarts, Marcus was reconnecting with his roots in academics. Growing up in Japan and attending Mahoutokoro, there was an incredible pressure to perform and to be the best. Late nights studying, honing his magical abilities, and being among the top of his class were fond memories, even if there had been all that pressure. But it was all interrupted by his lycanthropy infection. He lost touch with his magic at that time, and though he continued his studies, he never truly felt like wandwork was where his skill lie anymore. But now he had been alive longer with his lycanthropy than without, and being back in a school - here at Hogwarts - was giving him time to reconnect with the magical abilities he had been neglecting.
His ability and arcane power grew over the years, practicing in his office and even confiding in a colleague or two about his endeavors. Some help here and there, and he was casting as well as the rest of them. Maybe not as consistently, but he was getting there. Being surrounded by the Ravenclaws in this school definitely made him feel like he was back at Mahoutokoro - this time competing to stay ahead of the children he was guiding. It was good he wasn't actually teaching a class, but if he ever needed to cast in front of them, he wanted to be confident. After becoming well-versed in all sorts of common spells taught in the castle, his own interest and ambition soon drew him to the restricted section of the library. He was no stranger to the dark arts - the binding mark that had been placed on him long ago was a reminder of that - and what better way to be able to defend against the dark arts, than to learn it? With the pressures of the Ministry lately, he had an ominous feeling this would come in handy.
Marcus spent several nights in the restricted section of the library, studying spells he had only heard of. Having never seen most of these in action before, it was a bit of a rush to be able to cast them himself. Charms seemed like a safe place to start as the defensive nature of some of them were particularly appealing, while others were just dangerous. And that was a good power to have, when in a position like his. Looking over his shoulder the last few months had not been easy nor fun, and the feeling that things would escalate soon wouldn't go away. So he studied, and practiced, and perfected his Restricted Charms.
His ability and arcane power grew over the years, practicing in his office and even confiding in a colleague or two about his endeavors. Some help here and there, and he was casting as well as the rest of them. Maybe not as consistently, but he was getting there. Being surrounded by the Ravenclaws in this school definitely made him feel like he was back at Mahoutokoro - this time competing to stay ahead of the children he was guiding. It was good he wasn't actually teaching a class, but if he ever needed to cast in front of them, he wanted to be confident. After becoming well-versed in all sorts of common spells taught in the castle, his own interest and ambition soon drew him to the restricted section of the library. He was no stranger to the dark arts - the binding mark that had been placed on him long ago was a reminder of that - and what better way to be able to defend against the dark arts, than to learn it? With the pressures of the Ministry lately, he had an ominous feeling this would come in handy.
Marcus spent several nights in the restricted section of the library, studying spells he had only heard of. Having never seen most of these in action before, it was a bit of a rush to be able to cast them himself. Charms seemed like a safe place to start as the defensive nature of some of them were particularly appealing, while others were just dangerous. And that was a good power to have, when in a position like his. Looking over his shoulder the last few months had not been easy nor fun, and the feeling that things would escalate soon wouldn't go away. So he studied, and practiced, and perfected his Restricted Charms.
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STATUS: Approved, Meiyu, 22nd November
PC: Aaron Jones | iNPC: Madeleine Nakamura | Former staff account: Marcus Iwasaki
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Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=42428
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC 406
Sophie lived in a pureblood family in London, and was not exposed to muggles for fear of awkward questions and accidentally revealing the existence of the wizarding world. But that wasn't the only reason, there was another. Sophie was exceptionally beautiful and would make people who passed by her stare. Her blonde hair was always silky and shiny and never messy. Her eyes were a startling grey and she looked beautiful even when she was frowning. Her clothes were always stylish and elegant which enhanced her beauty but she looked beautiful even if her dress was far from it. If muggles ever saw her, her parents felt that they would make her join the field of 'modelling' which, according to muggles was just promoting something, usually clothes or shoes on that metal box they called a television, or the smaller ones called phones. This would not suit anybody, for Sophie was a witch and it was evident after she turned six. It would simply not do to join the muggle world and have a muggle job. If she had, first her parents would get dragged into it, and none of them were familiar with acting like muggles. It would lead to way more awkward questions, and they'd all like to avoid that, but that didn't stop people staring at Sophie or complimenting her beauty. Her family loved socializing like many of the purebloods and were always inviting someone or the other to meals, some day it was important ministry members, other days it were friends, and even others, muggle borns and half bloods were invited, for her family felt no prejudice against them. All of them made some remark about her looks which was always a positive one and the other kids usually stared at her thinking how on earth was someone of their age so pretty. Sophie found all this incessant staring very uncomfortable, she hated being the center of attention, but she'd got used to it by the time she turned eleven. When she got to Hogwarts, she was with heaps and heaps of other kids and it was honestly not the best experience she had when people always stared at her, remembered it was impolite and turned away. Sophie always loved her beauty though, but was never proud about it. Though she was sure it would distract others, maybe it was not a bad thing when her ambition was to become a duellist?
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC 406
Sophie lived in a pureblood family in London, and was not exposed to muggles for fear of awkward questions and accidentally revealing the existence of the wizarding world. But that wasn't the only reason, there was another. Sophie was exceptionally beautiful and would make people who passed by her stare. Her blonde hair was always silky and shiny and never messy. Her eyes were a startling grey and she looked beautiful even when she was frowning. Her clothes were always stylish and elegant which enhanced her beauty but she looked beautiful even if her dress was far from it. If muggles ever saw her, her parents felt that they would make her join the field of 'modelling' which, according to muggles was just promoting something, usually clothes or shoes on that metal box they called a television, or the smaller ones called phones. This would not suit anybody, for Sophie was a witch and it was evident after she turned six. It would simply not do to join the muggle world and have a muggle job. If she had, first her parents would get dragged into it, and none of them were familiar with acting like muggles. It would lead to way more awkward questions, and they'd all like to avoid that, but that didn't stop people staring at Sophie or complimenting her beauty. Her family loved socializing like many of the purebloods and were always inviting someone or the other to meals, some day it was important ministry members, other days it were friends, and even others, muggle borns and half bloods were invited, for her family felt no prejudice against them. All of them made some remark about her looks which was always a positive one and the other kids usually stared at her thinking how on earth was someone of their age so pretty. Sophie found all this incessant staring very uncomfortable, she hated being the center of attention, but she'd got used to it by the time she turned eleven. When she got to Hogwarts, she was with heaps and heaps of other kids and it was honestly not the best experience she had when people always stared at her, remembered it was impolite and turned away. Sophie always loved her beauty though, but was never proud about it. Though she was sure it would distract others, maybe it was not a bad thing when her ambition was to become a duellist?
STATUS: Approved, Meiyu, 22nd November
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: [url viewtopic.php?t=42451]Here it is[/url]
Name of Ability that you are applying for: Metamorphmagus
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Astrid remembered the days when she was younger, when her mother would tell her stories about magical abilities that ran through the family. The one that had always fascinated her the most was the Metamorphmagus gift—being able to change one’s appearance at will, shifting features as easily as breathing. It sounded like something out of a dream, a talent so rare that only one person in their bloodline had ever possessed it: her long-dead great-great-great grandfather. Her mother spoke of him with awe, describing his uncanny talent for transformation, but always ended with the reminder that no one else in the family had shown even a hint of the ability since.
Even so, Astrid couldn’t help remembering little things from her childhood that never quite made sense. There were mornings when she noticed her freckles were gone, even though she knew they should be there. Other times, in the middle of a tantrum, she would storm into her bedroom and slam the door, only to look into the mirror and see her eyes darker than they had ever been before. When she was thrilled or bubbling with excitement, she sometimes caught glimpses of them turning a shimmering, impossible golden color. Each time, she brushed it off as imagination, a trick of poor lighting, or just her mind playing games with her.
Everything changed the day she became truly frightened. She had been nervous—more nervous than usual—about something she couldn’t even remember clearly later. When she rushed into her room and looked into the mirror, she was met not with her familiar face, but the face of a girl with deeper brown skin and striking green eyes. She stumbled back with a scream, falling against the door. Her parents burst into the room moments later, panic etched into their faces. But when they saw her—really saw her—their worry shifted into shock. Their daughter stood before them, unmistakably transformed.
It felt impossible. The last shifter had been generations ago. But there Astrid was, proving the family stories true with nothing more than her own terrified expression.
Her parents didn’t know what to think or how to help her, so they took her to St. Mungo’s, hoping that if something was wrong, the Healers would know what to do. Instead, it was confirmed: Astrid was a Metamorphmagus, and not just any Metamorphmagus, but an unusually powerful one for a child barely eight or nine years old. The revelation thrilled her, but it terrified her parents. They kept her away from her Muggle friends, scared that she might accidentally shift in front of them. They had no idea how to help her gain control, and so they decided all they could do was wait until she went to Hogwarts, where someone knowledgeable might finally teach her what to do.
Meanwhile, Astrid couldn’t contain her excitement. She spent her days running around the house, practicing in secret, marveling at the strange, wonderful ability that had chosen her after so many generations of silence.
Name of Ability that you are applying for: Metamorphmagus
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Astrid remembered the days when she was younger, when her mother would tell her stories about magical abilities that ran through the family. The one that had always fascinated her the most was the Metamorphmagus gift—being able to change one’s appearance at will, shifting features as easily as breathing. It sounded like something out of a dream, a talent so rare that only one person in their bloodline had ever possessed it: her long-dead great-great-great grandfather. Her mother spoke of him with awe, describing his uncanny talent for transformation, but always ended with the reminder that no one else in the family had shown even a hint of the ability since.
Even so, Astrid couldn’t help remembering little things from her childhood that never quite made sense. There were mornings when she noticed her freckles were gone, even though she knew they should be there. Other times, in the middle of a tantrum, she would storm into her bedroom and slam the door, only to look into the mirror and see her eyes darker than they had ever been before. When she was thrilled or bubbling with excitement, she sometimes caught glimpses of them turning a shimmering, impossible golden color. Each time, she brushed it off as imagination, a trick of poor lighting, or just her mind playing games with her.
Everything changed the day she became truly frightened. She had been nervous—more nervous than usual—about something she couldn’t even remember clearly later. When she rushed into her room and looked into the mirror, she was met not with her familiar face, but the face of a girl with deeper brown skin and striking green eyes. She stumbled back with a scream, falling against the door. Her parents burst into the room moments later, panic etched into their faces. But when they saw her—really saw her—their worry shifted into shock. Their daughter stood before them, unmistakably transformed.
It felt impossible. The last shifter had been generations ago. But there Astrid was, proving the family stories true with nothing more than her own terrified expression.
Her parents didn’t know what to think or how to help her, so they took her to St. Mungo’s, hoping that if something was wrong, the Healers would know what to do. Instead, it was confirmed: Astrid was a Metamorphmagus, and not just any Metamorphmagus, but an unusually powerful one for a child barely eight or nine years old. The revelation thrilled her, but it terrified her parents. They kept her away from her Muggle friends, scared that she might accidentally shift in front of them. They had no idea how to help her gain control, and so they decided all they could do was wait until she went to Hogwarts, where someone knowledgeable might finally teach her what to do.
Meanwhile, Astrid couldn’t contain her excitement. She spent her days running around the house, practicing in secret, marveling at the strange, wonderful ability that had chosen her after so many generations of silence.
STATUS: Denied, Sage, November 22nd
This is not the correct place to apply for special races/abilities. You may apply here. Additionally, your application has flagged as 100% AI generated which we do not accept.
My Encyclopedia | Metamorphmagus
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 4 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 4
Yes, I use SARCASM because KILLING people is ILLEGAL
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 4 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 4
Yes, I use SARCASM because KILLING people is ILLEGAL
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: [url viewtopic.php?t=42451]
Name of Ability that you are applying for: Metamorphmagus
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Astrid remembered the days when she was younger, when her mother would tell her stories about magical abilities that her anscestors had, she loved the stories, the magic and the realization that she maybe could have an ability too. Her favorite was the Metamorphmagus one, but she probably wasn't gonna have it since the only person in her bloodline to have it was her long dead great-great-great grandfather, but she still had dreams and wonders of what if she had it? It seemed like such a cool ability to have, being able to shift appearances, she sometimes dreamed of being able to turn into someone else and all the cool things she could do. Maybe she could become an Auror with the ability she dreamed of. When she was younger she would sometimes notice how her freckles weren't there, or how when she got angry and slammed her door, she would look in the mirror and notice that her eyes had darkened considerably, or when she got happy and excited her eyes would turn a beautiful golden color, but she brushed it off as a trick of the light, because after all, she did have gold in her eyes. Sometimes her Muggle friends would notice her skin got slightly darker or the sun seemed to play tricks on them with her hair, making it seem more orange or slightly more brown than her usual red color, but they all brushed it off as a trick of the light and went on playing as usual. Her parents sometime asked if it was just the light hitting her eyes differently, because sometimes they looked more green than blue and gold. She just shrugged and went on with her days, until one day she got real excited about something that was gonna happen that day, and when she looked in the mirror her freckles were gone, and her eyes were gold and green instead of their usual blue and gold, and her skin seemed a shade darker, and her hair? It was a auburn brown color, she screamed. What had happened? Did she drink one of her mothers potions in the cupboard? Did someone put a spell on her? Thoughts rushed through her brain as her scream alerted her parents, and they came running in, then saw their daughter looking slightly different, and this time they knew this was no trick of the light. Her parents looked at each other, it was impossible. The ability was rare in the family, after all, the only anscestor known to have got it was her great-great-great grandfather, and no one had had it since or even before him, so how could Astrid have it? It was impossible, right? Now her parents doubted themselves, it could be possible, but it was too rare, yet here she was, her appearance different, they sighed and sat Astrid down and talked to her, her terror changed to excitement, she was a Metamorphmagus! Her parents decided to keep her away from her Muggle friends, in fear that her appearance could shift entirely in front of them on accident, they decided to wait until Hogwarts until someone could teach her how to control it better.
Name of Ability that you are applying for: Metamorphmagus
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Astrid remembered the days when she was younger, when her mother would tell her stories about magical abilities that her anscestors had, she loved the stories, the magic and the realization that she maybe could have an ability too. Her favorite was the Metamorphmagus one, but she probably wasn't gonna have it since the only person in her bloodline to have it was her long dead great-great-great grandfather, but she still had dreams and wonders of what if she had it? It seemed like such a cool ability to have, being able to shift appearances, she sometimes dreamed of being able to turn into someone else and all the cool things she could do. Maybe she could become an Auror with the ability she dreamed of. When she was younger she would sometimes notice how her freckles weren't there, or how when she got angry and slammed her door, she would look in the mirror and notice that her eyes had darkened considerably, or when she got happy and excited her eyes would turn a beautiful golden color, but she brushed it off as a trick of the light, because after all, she did have gold in her eyes. Sometimes her Muggle friends would notice her skin got slightly darker or the sun seemed to play tricks on them with her hair, making it seem more orange or slightly more brown than her usual red color, but they all brushed it off as a trick of the light and went on playing as usual. Her parents sometime asked if it was just the light hitting her eyes differently, because sometimes they looked more green than blue and gold. She just shrugged and went on with her days, until one day she got real excited about something that was gonna happen that day, and when she looked in the mirror her freckles were gone, and her eyes were gold and green instead of their usual blue and gold, and her skin seemed a shade darker, and her hair? It was a auburn brown color, she screamed. What had happened? Did she drink one of her mothers potions in the cupboard? Did someone put a spell on her? Thoughts rushed through her brain as her scream alerted her parents, and they came running in, then saw their daughter looking slightly different, and this time they knew this was no trick of the light. Her parents looked at each other, it was impossible. The ability was rare in the family, after all, the only anscestor known to have got it was her great-great-great grandfather, and no one had had it since or even before him, so how could Astrid have it? It was impossible, right? Now her parents doubted themselves, it could be possible, but it was too rare, yet here she was, her appearance different, they sighed and sat Astrid down and talked to her, her terror changed to excitement, she was a Metamorphmagus! Her parents decided to keep her away from her Muggle friends, in fear that her appearance could shift entirely in front of them on accident, they decided to wait until Hogwarts until someone could teach her how to control it better.
STATUS: Denied, Jake, November 23rd
Hi Astrid, thank you for doing some re-wording on your application, but this thread is not for special race abilities. For those, you must apply along with your index registration as part of the same form. See the instructions here. You should edit your application in that thread and list Metamoprhmagus as your special race/talent - along with the application which will need to be 500 words
My Encyclopedia | Metamorphmagus
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 4 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 4
Yes, I use SARCASM because KILLING people is ILLEGAL
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 4 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 4
Yes, I use SARCASM because KILLING people is ILLEGAL
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?t=42466
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character:
Stamina: 6 │ Evasion: 6 │ Strength: 3 │ Wisdom: 8 │ Arcane Power: 6 │ Accuracy: 6
Special abilities: Lovely Creature
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character:
Reducio
Samantha was used to being stared at by the time she arrived at Hogwarts for the start of her first year. Her mother always told her how beautiful she looked, how everyone was jealous of her shiny brown hair, her deep blue eyes, and her porcelain skin. Samantha had noticed she looked rather nice whenever she stared at her reflection in the mirror, but she believed people stared at her because of how quiet and reserved she was. She didn't even think of the possibility that people stared at her because of her appearance. Her mother always told her that she should dress according to her looks. Samantha never really understood her when her mother told her that, but just ignored the feeling and let her mother do her hair in the mornings and help her pick out clothes whenever they would go shopping. That way, she always looked put together. Always pristine. Samantha only ever really believed she looked as gorgeous as everyone told her when she met Hannah. "Woah," was all that came out of the little blonde girl's mouth for a moment as her eyes widened at the sight of Samantha. "You're really pretty." It was the first time Samantha actually felt like she was pretty, when she heard Hannah, the girl that just moved in next door, tell her that. After that moment, Samantha started noticing the comments people made more often. She would usually get lost in her own thoughts whenever her hairdresser would make comments about how shiny and healthy her wavy hair was. At those moments, her mother would simply reply with something along the lines of; "i know, she's beautiful, isn't she?" Samantha hadn't ever really liked being this pretty. She realised whenever she was with Hannah, who Samantha thought was just as beautiful as she was, that she'd always get spoken to more if they came across other children playing outside for example. They were nice, but Samantha wasn't much of a social butterfly, and she'd rather play with Hannah than with a bunch of children she didn't know and probably would disrupt the games they were playing as they didn't know the rules they set up. Luckily for Samantha, Hannah was much friendlier and less reserved, always stepping in to chat to the other children. Sometimes, however, Samantha liked looking as good as she did. She had distracted Finn, Hannah's older brother, once during a game of chess and won after only playing for a short while. She also liked it when she got a boy to buy her, and Hannah of course, two icecreams when it was a hot day. Slowly, she started learning that everything in life, including her appearance, had it's ups and downs.
STATUS: Approved, Taros, November 24
Stamina: 6 │ Evasion: 6 │ Strength: 3 │ Wisdom: 8 │ Arcane Power: 6 │ Accuracy: 6
Special abilities: Lovely Creature