Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Jean Bean
Name of Ability that you are applying for: The Muggle Condition
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Name of Ability that you are applying for: The Muggle Condition
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
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Jean Bean was born into a family of muggles in 2013. Up until receiving the Hogwarts acceptance letter, Jeanny had thought she did not have any magical powers. Not in the least did she expect to ever have wizarding abilities.
Jean's brother, Dean, was six years older and incredibly protective of his little sister. Due to the large age gap between the siblings, Dean took on a more caring role in Jean's life than normal brothers do. Dean became her idol. Whenever someone asked: what do you want to be when you grow up? Jean would reply: I want to be like my brother.
Dean saw how much his sister looked up to him, but was afraid something would happen to her if he was not around. So he started testing her, trying to get a rise out of her so she would push back against him. When Jean was three, 9-year-old Dean would steal her spoon and wave it in front of her nose. When Jean was five, 11-year-old Dean would unexpectedly launch pillows at her face. When Jean was seven, 13-year old Dean would provoke her into wrestling with him in the garden. Although she would always be taken off guard when attacked, the girl learned how to evade the second pillow and even flip the tall teenager onto his back.
Her temper could flare in an instant because Dean knew just how to push her buttons, sometimes leading to bruises and scrapes on both parties. At school, a classmate had once made fun of Jean for her name; "Jean Bean? Is your dad mister Bean?" Her vision turned red at the same rate that her face did. While the child was laughing - maniacly, in Jean's eyes - she pulled back her fist and put her full weight into a punch. A 'mean right hook' her brother had laughingly called it while patting her on the shoulder. On that day the whole school learnt Jeanny does not pull punches when challenged, although she is normally shy and sweet.
Moreover, creativity was Jean's biggest strength. Art was her creative outlet and still is to this day, but creativity reaches further than the canvas. In scraps with her brother, Jean always had to use her head in order to not be overpowered. No matter how tall for her age Jean was, Dean was even taller. And stronger. And heavier. So if he was bombarding her with dirty socks - a regular occurrence in the Bean household - Jean would catch them all in a blanket. Once there was enough ammo in the fabric, a quick stretch of the blanket sent all socks back into her brother's face. He would accuse her of cheating while angrily plucking stinky socks from his head, but she would just smirk. "Play smarter, not harder."
WC: 471
Jean's brother, Dean, was six years older and incredibly protective of his little sister. Due to the large age gap between the siblings, Dean took on a more caring role in Jean's life than normal brothers do. Dean became her idol. Whenever someone asked: what do you want to be when you grow up? Jean would reply: I want to be like my brother.
Dean saw how much his sister looked up to him, but was afraid something would happen to her if he was not around. So he started testing her, trying to get a rise out of her so she would push back against him. When Jean was three, 9-year-old Dean would steal her spoon and wave it in front of her nose. When Jean was five, 11-year-old Dean would unexpectedly launch pillows at her face. When Jean was seven, 13-year old Dean would provoke her into wrestling with him in the garden. Although she would always be taken off guard when attacked, the girl learned how to evade the second pillow and even flip the tall teenager onto his back.
Her temper could flare in an instant because Dean knew just how to push her buttons, sometimes leading to bruises and scrapes on both parties. At school, a classmate had once made fun of Jean for her name; "Jean Bean? Is your dad mister Bean?" Her vision turned red at the same rate that her face did. While the child was laughing - maniacly, in Jean's eyes - she pulled back her fist and put her full weight into a punch. A 'mean right hook' her brother had laughingly called it while patting her on the shoulder. On that day the whole school learnt Jeanny does not pull punches when challenged, although she is normally shy and sweet.
Moreover, creativity was Jean's biggest strength. Art was her creative outlet and still is to this day, but creativity reaches further than the canvas. In scraps with her brother, Jean always had to use her head in order to not be overpowered. No matter how tall for her age Jean was, Dean was even taller. And stronger. And heavier. So if he was bombarding her with dirty socks - a regular occurrence in the Bean household - Jean would catch them all in a blanket. Once there was enough ammo in the fabric, a quick stretch of the blanket sent all socks back into her brother's face. He would accuse her of cheating while angrily plucking stinky socks from his head, but she would just smirk. "Play smarter, not harder."
WC: 471
STATUS: Approved, Lawrence, November 26th
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: kachow!
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Spell Spread
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioUla Takahashi has always been one for eccentrics. Go big or go home right? When it came to duelling, this was no exception. With two wins under her belt, you'd think she'd gain confidence in her skills and her teammates. Wrong. At the end of her second year she crawled in on herself, deciding to quit the duelling team—she told herself it was not worth the sleepless nights. The effect of being hit with a curse of bogies in her first match was still something that kept her up at night. Yes, Ula was indeed a coward. That was something the young ravenette realized about herself. Always running away from things that become too much, too overwhelming. However, it dawned on her that Hogwarts without duelling would become boring in her 3rd Year. She missed it—the Ravenclaws shrieks, the taste of victory at her fingertips, even how she and her teammates seemed to develop a cohesiveness between each other. Ula Takahashi was going to make a comeback. And so she made a promise to herself. A promise to come back to duelling for her 3rd Year. This time better than ever.
For the first time in all her 2 years of studying at Hogwarts, Ula decided to take the time of her day to willingly look into a school book, searching for that BOOM factor that she needed—during the summer holidays no less. She came across the Spell Spread technique rather quickly. If executed perfectly, your spell would hit two targets at the same time. Unfortunately, Ula didn't have much to go off other than what the book stated. She had no way of seeing it in action with her own two eyes. There's, unfortunately, only so much you can do during summer holidays with the rule of no spellcasting outside of Hogwarts. However, she made sure to be diligent about it—make sure you understand what the spell demands of you, make sure you don't fuck up and make sure to actually practice the spell when you get back to being imprisoned behind Hogwarts walls with the rest of the imbeciles student body population. Seems easy enough, right?
Once back in school for 3rd Year, it was showtime. The ravenette decided to attend every first duelling match of the season—doing her best to stay in the far back when observing the match of her two teammates that she left behind. They were, obvious enough to everyone in the room, struggling against Slytherin to say the least. Maybe if she stayed in the team, the favour would be on their side? Guilt. Bleh. The young Takahashi wanted to barf.
And so, half filled by ambition, half filled by guilt, she practiced the wand movement in her dorm until her wrist hurt. Ula Takahashi was going to fucking prevail.
WC:468
STATUS: Approved, Jake, November 26th
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=41958
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Terrible Presence
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Word count: 452
ReducioAzrael has always been a strange kid.
He's always had SOMETHING about him that just isn't quite right...maybe it's the way he's so calm all the time, or how he stares unblinkingly at people, no one can pinpoint what it is- but his parents are the same.
The Holloway family has always been a family of loners, so Azrael was raised in a calm, quiet environment...his parents never socialized much (if at all), he never had any friends growing up as everyone he talked to considered him creepy.
He's always there...but that's never a reassurance for anyone, wherever he goes, that strange chill follows him...as if there's something not quite right with him, people whisper and stare but that has never ever bothered him.
Even now at Hogwarts, it's hard to understand what makes him so strange...he's completely human, and should be normal...but with the way he was raised and how his family acts? He was bound to turn out at least a little bit weird.
He prefers going out at night when everything's quiet and peaceful, when there's barely anyone (if there's anyone out at all) around, where no one stares when he walks in, or starts whispering when he leaves.
He's always been considered "eerie" and he never cared about the title either, it's just who he's always been- he can't imagine himself as anything else, other than that.
He's learned that being considered eerie can be an advantage...he likes being alone, and no one bothers him- everyone's too busy avoiding him, and with the few friends he DOES have? No one dares to even look at them wrong, who would want to get stared down by the kid with such unblinking gaze?
His mother always used to tell him that anything could be used to an advantage of you were familiar enough with it, and she was right it seems.
There's always something Off with him, but then again- everything about him feels off, to the point where no one can tell what TRULY is the cause of such strangeness, how can they? When everything about Azrael screams "eerie".
No matter how hard anyone looks, there's never a starting point, never a clue, never even a theory of where it starts or ends, or how it came to be...his parents are just like him, they taught him everything he knows and everything he'll ever be.
Anyone can try to figure out what it is, but one thing has ALWAYS been as clear as day about him...
Whatever it is that makes him so strange? It's always coming from him, never the environment, never the mood, never anything BUT himself.
STATUS: Approved, Jake, December 3rd
"The Sun's shadow knows no fear, no dawn. Is the watcher always watched, or simply drawn?"
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Boop!
Name of Ability that you are applying for: Fearless (first year slot)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC: 604
Name of Ability that you are applying for: Fearless (first year slot)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC: 604
Reducio
There were no clouds in the sky, the magically produced stars bright over Sabrina's head as she laid on the top of a bunked bed. Her beloved teddybear Beau pressed against her side, the only sound in the room the steady breathing of her sleeping roomates. The young witch was lost in thoughts, as she often was at times like these, on late nights when she was left with eyes too tired to focus on a book yet with a brain too aware to let her slip into the land of dreams. Such is the fate of a relentless thinker, she supposed. Letting her eyelids slide shut, she let herself wonder through the shelves of possible topics in the library of her mind. Skipping over the daydream adventures section and only quickly skimming through the what-if's and school subjects, she found one that caught her attention.
Fear. A feeling she barely thought about, rarely felt, which made it even more enticing to prod at now, as any uncharted waters did.
What were things that usually made people afraid? First thing that popped to mind was darkness. Children were usually scared of the dark, right? Well, at least in this case, the young Raven wasn't like most kids. Ever since she could remember, she has wanted to meet the monsters under her bed, waited to see the ones in her closet like some kids wait to see Santa. She never saw a reason to be afraid of them. Why would she? She was a witch, a magical being that was often cast in the role of villain in fairytales, just like them.
On the topic of monsters, a blurry memory called for her attention. Small Sabrina, back before she found her magical gift, standing on her tippy-toes on a stool before her mother's bookshelf, reaching for a fairytale book she knew was there when her elbow knocked into another book. It fell on the ground, the pages it opened on filled with moving pictures of big wolves in dark woods. Losing all interest in her prior activity, she hopped down from the stool, kneeling down beside it.
She remembered how later, when she brought it to her father, so he could read it to her before sleep, he looked so shocked. It took a lot of convincing, pleading and a confirmation that she wouldn't be afraid before he relented, reading her about werewolves, vampires and damphirs.
Unconciously stroking Beau's head, going down a list of objectively scary things, she was slowly coming to an unexpected conclusion. Next up: spiders, insects - she rarely hesitated before scooping them up, greeting them with adoration and care most reserved for stray cats.
Heights. Well, she lived in a tower, and loved the feeling of wind swooshing by as she ripped through it on a broom. Water? No, she loved to swim, loved the fluid motion, the rush that came with it. Fire? No. Depths? No.
Really, the longer she thought about it, the longer the list..
Fearless was a strange adjective to use when thinking of herself, unusual. Afterall, she was no justice driven, recklessly courageous Griffindor. No, she was a proud Raven, her lack of fear coming from a deep rooted fascination for all unknown. Curiosity - a strong force that broke through all limits, sometimes even self-preservation ones.
The thought tugged up at the corners of her lips, even as a yawn slipped through them. Turning to her side, her last thought before drifting to a peaceful darkness was that, even though it might've been new, and somewhat unexpected, fearless seemed fo fit.
Fear. A feeling she barely thought about, rarely felt, which made it even more enticing to prod at now, as any uncharted waters did.
What were things that usually made people afraid? First thing that popped to mind was darkness. Children were usually scared of the dark, right? Well, at least in this case, the young Raven wasn't like most kids. Ever since she could remember, she has wanted to meet the monsters under her bed, waited to see the ones in her closet like some kids wait to see Santa. She never saw a reason to be afraid of them. Why would she? She was a witch, a magical being that was often cast in the role of villain in fairytales, just like them.
On the topic of monsters, a blurry memory called for her attention. Small Sabrina, back before she found her magical gift, standing on her tippy-toes on a stool before her mother's bookshelf, reaching for a fairytale book she knew was there when her elbow knocked into another book. It fell on the ground, the pages it opened on filled with moving pictures of big wolves in dark woods. Losing all interest in her prior activity, she hopped down from the stool, kneeling down beside it.
She remembered how later, when she brought it to her father, so he could read it to her before sleep, he looked so shocked. It took a lot of convincing, pleading and a confirmation that she wouldn't be afraid before he relented, reading her about werewolves, vampires and damphirs.
Unconciously stroking Beau's head, going down a list of objectively scary things, she was slowly coming to an unexpected conclusion. Next up: spiders, insects - she rarely hesitated before scooping them up, greeting them with adoration and care most reserved for stray cats.
Heights. Well, she lived in a tower, and loved the feeling of wind swooshing by as she ripped through it on a broom. Water? No, she loved to swim, loved the fluid motion, the rush that came with it. Fire? No. Depths? No.
Really, the longer she thought about it, the longer the list..
Fearless was a strange adjective to use when thinking of herself, unusual. Afterall, she was no justice driven, recklessly courageous Griffindor. No, she was a proud Raven, her lack of fear coming from a deep rooted fascination for all unknown. Curiosity - a strong force that broke through all limits, sometimes even self-preservation ones.
The thought tugged up at the corners of her lips, even as a yawn slipped through them. Turning to her side, her last thought before drifting to a peaceful darkness was that, even though it might've been new, and somewhat unexpected, fearless seemed fo fit.
STATUS: Approved, Jake, December 3rd
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Right here!Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Year 1 - Advanced Casting
Describe why this fits your character:ReducioJune knew the moment she got her letter that there would be certain expectations of her. Not only was she still holding the record in her family for having the youngest instance of accidental magic, but all her relatives were incredibly powerful witches and wizards. June's parents flaunted their skill much less, but her mother was an Auror! The very best, in June's opinion. And though her father showed less of his magic abilities, June had seen him perform incredible feats, and he didn't even need his wand! June had no idea how that worked, but she needed to learn how to do that!
The Christmas before her first year at school, June was pouring over all the books she had been gifted, and then some. She asked her parents, her older cousins, anyone who had been to Hogwarts, really, about how magic worked and how to use it. June did everything she could to get her hands on more information about spells. She was confident in her own ability to study books that she didn't worry about things like homework. No, what June was worried about was the actual magic. It was the one thing she couldn't do just yet.
It was against the law for June to so much as attempt a single Wand Lighting Charm, so she hoarded her information without being able to practice it. She sat and listened to Daisy and Annie talk about their classes, how using magic felt, how it was more than just waving a wand and pronouncing words right. And while June didn't know just what it was like using magic yet, she could imagine. She could hold up any old twig (her wand was kept in its box for safe keeping, and to ensure there wouldn't be any accidents) and say an incantation her cousins taught her, swishing her wand just so. If June was focused enough, she could feel something within her, and she knew that she'd be ready when she finally got to hold her wand.
By the time June was on the train, sandwiched between Daisy and Annie, she thought herself ready. And before long, she was herded away from her cousins and onto a boat with a few other first years.
June stepped off the boat and in front of the impressive Hogwarts castle, completely confident in her ability to figure out magic, holding all she learned in the many months prior close. She wouldn't let anyone down.
WC: 412Pending 5th of December 2025 - Oonagh
Need clarification on Daisy - is she the same age or 4 years older? If Daisy is older as ability 4 suggests, then they would not have shared a boat ride in ability 1 since only first years take the boat route.Approved 6th of December 2025 - OonaghName of Ability that you Are Applying for: Year 2 - Paragon of Health
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ReducioThere was a lot of work that went into being an older sister. A lot of work that June thought wasn't all that bad. If it weren't for the fact that her younger sisters were seemingly incapable of taking care of themselves! June herself was incredibly good at taking care of herself. She ate healthy meals, exercised, went to bed at a reasonable time except on special occasions. June took great care of herself! Donna and Lea, on the other hand?
Lea was still a baby, but she already had a unique knack for getting herself into trouble. Climbing on things, eating things, touching and picking up any number of potentially dangerous items. June couldn't stand it! Sure, Lea was never actually in any danger, their dad always having an eye on her, but it stressed June out!
And Donna. Don't get June started on Donna! Only four years younger and Donna was an absolute nightmare! June was never so difficult at that age. Donna was picky, she hated resting ever, and her favorite activity was running or hiding! June was half tempted to sit on her to keep her in place. Donna was messy and chaotic, everything June wasn't.
But they were her responsibility now, weren't they? From the moment her mum came back home with Donna, and more recently, Lea. And if those two little rascals wouldn't take care of themselves, June would do it herself. She would make sure she had bandages and disinfectant on hand as often as she could. She made sure to have her wand in case of an emergency where she might need to use magic. June would make sure her little sisters would never go hurt or hungry. Yes, their parents did much of the same things, but Donna didn't always like being dotted on by adults, and both mum and dad were busier with Lea now that she was here.
So June could watch Donna, and when Lea grew up some more, she could watch Lea too. She could catch them when they fell, make sure they knew how to avoid getting hurt when they could, and how to patch up wounds when they couldn't. June would be there if either one of them got sick, with some soup and a warm blanket. For those moments when their parents weren't there, or just hadn't noticed something yet, June would be there, and she'd be everything her gremlin sisters needed.
WC: 410Approved 5th of December 2025 - OonaghName of Ability that you Are Applying for: Year 3 - Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character:ReducioSpells, spells, spells. June loved spells, loved magic. She worked constantly and so hard to make sure she could cast each and every spell she learned perfectly. Before she had first made her way to Hogwarts, June practiced in every moment she could spare. Daisy and Annie, her cousins, taught her incantations, walked her through pronouncing them, told her what the words meant, what they would do, and though June hadn't been able to cast them herself just yet, the moment she was finally able to use her wand, she had been able to perform the spells. Not flawlessly, of course. She had just been eleven at the time, but now she was a couple years older. The spells alone were no longer something that was awe inspiring or an improvement from her previous state.
No, the years she had spent at Hogwarts made it seem like simply casting spells was no longer anything special. So she needed to make it special again. June took her wand and took to practicing again. Just like when she was younger, waving around a stick to get the wand movements down, June spent night after night working on every part of the spell. She kept pushing herself to be better. The words needed to be clean and crisp so that the magic responded correctly, the movements needed to be precise, so that the spell would not miss or backfire, and June herself needed to be confident, so that she did not waver.
June didn't need to be fancy, like some of her peers tried to be when casting, she didn't need to be the quickest, she just needed to be perfect.
She was a Ravenclaw, it would do her no good to flub a spell because she was too distracted or inexperienced to get it right. There were high expectations of her, and June would live up to them. She would put her every effort into making sure she lived up to them, surpassed them. She was someone her family could be proud of! (Even if the adults on the paternal side of her family didn't notice her, she would be even better than them.)
June wouldn't call herself a perfectionist, but looking at the time she spent studying and practicing, the lost nights, the brushed aside invitations? Maybe she was, just a little bit. But there was no harm in being perfect. Not when perfect meant she could summon a pillow to soften Lea's fall, or catch a branch in midair before it could strike Donna on the head. Besides, her cousins, older and, previously, better than her in so many ways, now looked upon her proudly, exclaiming "I taught her that!" every time she waved her wand and the spell did exactly as she wanted.
WC: 464Approved 5th of December 2025 - OonaghName of Ability that you Are Applying for: Year 4 - Sixth Sense
Describe why this fits your character:ReducioJune tapped her quill against her desk, bored. Summer seemed so dull, now that June had spent so much of her time at Hogwarts. There were no classes to attend, tests to study for, common rooms to lounge in. There weren't even any balls for June to watch from the sidelines! Daisy had graduated last year and was too busy moving and securing her new job to bother visiting June anymore. Annie was busy helping Daisy.
It was horribly boring, being back home. But, unfortunately for June, not all that lonely.
The sounds of laughter echoed through the halls of the house. June sighed and resisted the urge to tighten her fist around her quill. Lea was three, and made for an incredibly adorable toddler, but Donna had influenced her and now they had made it their mission to be a complete menace to June whenever possible.
Sometimes it was just things that grated on June every so often on a bad day, like the laughter or shouting. Sometimes, it was worse. Donna had gotten into the habit of dog-earing June's school books, and June thought herself above retaliation. But Donna did suddenly find herself without her copy of Hogwarts, A History.
Sure, bent pages, missing quills, suspiciously low ink, they were all small things in the long run. June could truly overlook them if and when she needed to. Besides, after a while of the same old things, they started to get predictable.
Donna could only hide quills in so many spots, and Lea hadn't quite caught on to lying yet, so she made for a pretty poor accomplice. June started keeping her books out of reach (and while that was less effective now that Donna also knew magic, the tops of shelves often still worked as a good hiding spot. Donna didn't bother looking up much.) And kept her ink pots sealed or hidden when she could help it.
June stood up from her chair and stretched. She had been hunched over her desk for too long. It would do her some good, walking around the house, seeing what her sisters were getting into. She walked over to her door and was about to open it, when she noticed that it was just a bit more closed than she remembered. June was the kind of person who liked to keep her door wide open. Sure, noises filtered in, but so did the heat from the fire on cold days, or a breeze that filled the whole house on a warmer one.
She certainly hadn't left it open by just a sliver. June sighed and walked over to her closet, where her broom that she so rarely used was shoved inside. She grabbed it and returned to the door, standing what she deemed to be a safe distance away. Once June thought herself in the clear, she used the broom to push the door open.
A bucket filled with water clattered to the floor. It had clearly been balanced on the door by somebody with the intention of hitting June with it. As she said, they were getting predictable. Not that that exactly mattered in that moment.
June tossed her broom against a wall and stomped out of her room. "DONNA!"
WC: 543Pending 5th of December 2025 - Oonagh
Need clarification on Daisy - is she the same age or 4 years older? If Daisy is older as ability 4 suggests, then they would not have shared a boat ride in ability 1 since only first years take the boat route.Approved 6th of December 2025 - Oonagh
The one certainty that comes with change is our ability to react to it.
PC: Pyce Rotanski | iNPC: Stella Drake
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread:viewtopic.php?p=1432291#p1432291
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (WC 596):
Aria Rune Atchison | First Year | Hufflepuff
Normality is a paved road: it’s comfortable to walk but no flowers grow.
Stamina: 4 Evasion: 5 Strength: 5 Wisdom: 7 ArcPower: 9 Accuracy: 5
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (WC 596):
Reducio
Aria Rune Atchison is a charming natural character whose talent for Charms is evident even among her classmates throughout the first year of study at Hogwarts, although her personality is rather quiet and gentle. Not in any dramatic or boastful way, Aria's proficiency is truly a result of her inherent magical sensitivity, her few early accidental magic experiences, and her thoughtful and diligent manner of learning. Charms, which is a subject that requires the right focus, the correct intention, and emotional control, happens to be the perfect fit for Aria’s personality.
Aria was a magnetic figure even before she knew what magic was. One of her first accidental magic was when she comforted a crying child by unintentionally sending flowers to him—an act that, although tiny, pointed to her intrinsic power to direct a gentle and controlled magical energy outward. It was never a burst or explosion of power, but rather a steady, deliberate expression of emotion through magic. Charms often demand precisely these attributes: the focus, the control, and the careful handling of magical intention. Aria's natural way of looking at the world is very much in line with that pattern.
Definitely one of the biggest reasons behind Aria's miraculous talent is her assiduity and the zeal with which she reads and studies. Aria, a muggle-born, from the very first moment her schoolbooks came, she was all over them. While she didn’t perform spells—because it is unsafe and generally ineffective without a wand—she did the theory, the wand movements, and the historical background of each charm and she did them from memory each time. For Aria, learning is as easy as breathing when she is interested, and Charms attracted her at once due to its aspect of being a connection between the invisible and the visible. She built up a strong understanding long before she laid her feet inside a Hogwarts classroom.
Also, her wand greatly influences her natural talent. Holly wood is most pleased with those wizards and witches who are of a protective, loving nature, and unicorn hair cores are known for giving off the most stable, the most constant magic—especially in the area of Charms. A little bend in her wand shows that she is flexible and willing to adjust to the delicate side of the spell rather than using raw magical power. Even in the early days of her studies, her spells are usually accompanied by gentle steadiness: soft glows, controlled levitation, and tidy wand movements showing more precision than one would expect from a first-year student still trying to gain her confidence.
Aria’s nature is also one more aspect of her giftedness. She is introverted, observant, and patient, characteristics that give her the ability to see what the others miss, e.g. the tempo of wand movement or the subtleness of the incantation spoken in a correct tone. She does not perform her spells hurriedly; she listens, silently practices, and thinks over her errors without being irritated. These are the reasons that have provided her with the maturity in Charms which is far from typical for someone of her age.
Even though she is shy sometimes, Aria, when given the right environment, perfectly excels academically and Charms is the very thing that gives her a sense of security: an equilibrium of discipline, love, and inventiveness. With all these factors—her first accidental magic, her hard work before coming to Hogwarts, a wand suited to her, a nature that likes to be careful, and emotional intelligence—she is the one who most clearly fits the Prodigal Charms Learner capability, out of all the others.
Aria was a magnetic figure even before she knew what magic was. One of her first accidental magic was when she comforted a crying child by unintentionally sending flowers to him—an act that, although tiny, pointed to her intrinsic power to direct a gentle and controlled magical energy outward. It was never a burst or explosion of power, but rather a steady, deliberate expression of emotion through magic. Charms often demand precisely these attributes: the focus, the control, and the careful handling of magical intention. Aria's natural way of looking at the world is very much in line with that pattern.
Definitely one of the biggest reasons behind Aria's miraculous talent is her assiduity and the zeal with which she reads and studies. Aria, a muggle-born, from the very first moment her schoolbooks came, she was all over them. While she didn’t perform spells—because it is unsafe and generally ineffective without a wand—she did the theory, the wand movements, and the historical background of each charm and she did them from memory each time. For Aria, learning is as easy as breathing when she is interested, and Charms attracted her at once due to its aspect of being a connection between the invisible and the visible. She built up a strong understanding long before she laid her feet inside a Hogwarts classroom.
Also, her wand greatly influences her natural talent. Holly wood is most pleased with those wizards and witches who are of a protective, loving nature, and unicorn hair cores are known for giving off the most stable, the most constant magic—especially in the area of Charms. A little bend in her wand shows that she is flexible and willing to adjust to the delicate side of the spell rather than using raw magical power. Even in the early days of her studies, her spells are usually accompanied by gentle steadiness: soft glows, controlled levitation, and tidy wand movements showing more precision than one would expect from a first-year student still trying to gain her confidence.
Aria’s nature is also one more aspect of her giftedness. She is introverted, observant, and patient, characteristics that give her the ability to see what the others miss, e.g. the tempo of wand movement or the subtleness of the incantation spoken in a correct tone. She does not perform her spells hurriedly; she listens, silently practices, and thinks over her errors without being irritated. These are the reasons that have provided her with the maturity in Charms which is far from typical for someone of her age.
Even though she is shy sometimes, Aria, when given the right environment, perfectly excels academically and Charms is the very thing that gives her a sense of security: an equilibrium of discipline, love, and inventiveness. With all these factors—her first accidental magic, her hard work before coming to Hogwarts, a wand suited to her, a nature that likes to be careful, and emotional intelligence—she is the one who most clearly fits the Prodigal Charms Learner capability, out of all the others.
STATUS: Approved, Jake, December 6th
Aria Rune Atchison | First Year | Hufflepuff
Normality is a paved road: it’s comfortable to walk but no flowers grow.
Stamina: 4 Evasion: 5 Strength: 5 Wisdom: 7 ArcPower: 9 Accuracy: 5
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):
I was unsure if I had to do it this way, so I hope its right!
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
I was unsure if I had to do it this way, so I hope its right!
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Julia was afraid. Every time something happened physically, like when her sister got bitten by a dog, that was hiding in the bushes, or when her friend, almost got poisoned by a snake, which was hiding in a tree, Julia felt it. When Orla, her sister, got a dog bite, just a few seconds before the dog leaped out of the bushes, she felt a presence on that side, she got a feeling, it was one of those annoying feelings you couldn’t explain to someone no matter how much you tried to explain, or they tried to understand.
The same thing had happened when Julia’s friend, Ayla, almost got poisoned by a snake hiding in a tree. Again, a few seconds before Julia felt a presence, thankfully, she was quick in reacting and pulled Ayla away in time. But that didn’t make Julia any less scared about her ‘ability’, if that was the right word. Was she a… a… freak? Would she still be able to go to Hogwarts with this? What she brings shame on her family because of this? She shivered at the last thought “Stop it Julia!” She told herself “You’ll do nothing of that sort!”. But the doubts kept flooding her brain, getting more and more extreme, more and more frightening. Julia’s brain felt like it was exploding, she was just getting up, to go inside the house, read a book, and calm down, when yet again she felt a presence, she groaned, “You just cannot leave me alone and in peace can you?!” she screamed inwardly, to maybe the world, maybe the sun, at this point, even Julia didn’t know. She just had enough time to go inside the house when a figure jumped out of the bushes, a dog, and started running towards… Julia! She was mid scream, when she realized it wasn’t just any dog, it was her long lost dog Spirit… “Say what?” She muttered, gaping at the dog, who just stood there, panting with his tongue out, looking just like Julia remembered him. She picked him up and checked the collar, as old memories came flooding back, Around a year back when Julia was 7, her dog (or her family’s dog), Spirit had ran off somewhere. She had been playing with him, and gone to fetch him some food, but when she came back, Spirit was nowhere to be seen. She pulled herself back to the present, and after looking at the dog a few times, she knew it was really him. After a shocked scene with her family, Julia went up to her room, as she was reading she decided that, rather than ability, it was more like a sense,, as she sensed what was around her. After a moment she thought, “Does this mean I can use my 'sense’ for… good things?” No, that was too good to be true, but after what she experienced, she had to wonder, was it? “Well, no harm done in trying”, she told herself. From then on, she actually tried to feel a presence, it wasn’t always good, once she was eating, and concentrating, then she felt a ‘feeling’ coming from above her, in a split second her food was gone along with the seagull she had felt. But sometimes, a few good things did happen, Ayla lost her cat, while playing with Julia once, and, even though it was probably hopeless, Julia tried, opening up all her senses to the nature around her, it took a few minutes, but Julia found the cat! The way she sensed things wasn’t easy to explain, the best way she could put it was that she opened her senses to the sound, smell, look, feel, and sometimes taste, of nature, and living things around her. This often led to her busting her sister, to finding long lost animals. After about a month, Julia was able to control her ‘sense’. By control, she mean't if she chose to she could willingly use or ignore the feelings. She was still feeling things without trying, but if she tried she could stop it temporarily, or feel something in particular. When she told all this to her mom, she said “What you have is called a sixth sense, it is basically an extra sense you have.”
The same thing had happened when Julia’s friend, Ayla, almost got poisoned by a snake hiding in a tree. Again, a few seconds before Julia felt a presence, thankfully, she was quick in reacting and pulled Ayla away in time. But that didn’t make Julia any less scared about her ‘ability’, if that was the right word. Was she a… a… freak? Would she still be able to go to Hogwarts with this? What she brings shame on her family because of this? She shivered at the last thought “Stop it Julia!” She told herself “You’ll do nothing of that sort!”. But the doubts kept flooding her brain, getting more and more extreme, more and more frightening. Julia’s brain felt like it was exploding, she was just getting up, to go inside the house, read a book, and calm down, when yet again she felt a presence, she groaned, “You just cannot leave me alone and in peace can you?!” she screamed inwardly, to maybe the world, maybe the sun, at this point, even Julia didn’t know. She just had enough time to go inside the house when a figure jumped out of the bushes, a dog, and started running towards… Julia! She was mid scream, when she realized it wasn’t just any dog, it was her long lost dog Spirit… “Say what?” She muttered, gaping at the dog, who just stood there, panting with his tongue out, looking just like Julia remembered him. She picked him up and checked the collar, as old memories came flooding back, Around a year back when Julia was 7, her dog (or her family’s dog), Spirit had ran off somewhere. She had been playing with him, and gone to fetch him some food, but when she came back, Spirit was nowhere to be seen. She pulled herself back to the present, and after looking at the dog a few times, she knew it was really him. After a shocked scene with her family, Julia went up to her room, as she was reading she decided that, rather than ability, it was more like a sense,, as she sensed what was around her. After a moment she thought, “Does this mean I can use my 'sense’ for… good things?” No, that was too good to be true, but after what she experienced, she had to wonder, was it? “Well, no harm done in trying”, she told herself. From then on, she actually tried to feel a presence, it wasn’t always good, once she was eating, and concentrating, then she felt a ‘feeling’ coming from above her, in a split second her food was gone along with the seagull she had felt. But sometimes, a few good things did happen, Ayla lost her cat, while playing with Julia once, and, even though it was probably hopeless, Julia tried, opening up all her senses to the nature around her, it took a few minutes, but Julia found the cat! The way she sensed things wasn’t easy to explain, the best way she could put it was that she opened her senses to the sound, smell, look, feel, and sometimes taste, of nature, and living things around her. This often led to her busting her sister, to finding long lost animals. After about a month, Julia was able to control her ‘sense’. By control, she mean't if she chose to she could willingly use or ignore the feelings. She was still feeling things without trying, but if she tried she could stop it temporarily, or feel something in particular. When she told all this to her mom, she said “What you have is called a sixth sense, it is basically an extra sense you have.”
- Done the editsSTATUS: Pending, Anthonie, 07/12/25
You are treating sixth sense too much like a special ability. While it is one OOC, it is not something rare and necessarily to be proud of IC. Please also explain what you mean by controlling it.
STATUS: Approved, Anthonie, 09/12/25
Last edited by Julia Evans on 8 Dec 2025, 06:40, edited 1 time in total.
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Potions Learner
I don't know if I did it right tho, but I try atleast
WC: 722
Describe why this fits your character:
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Potions Learner
I don't know if I did it right tho, but I try atleast
WC: 722
Describe why this fits your character:
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Eban's father always took his free time to go into the potion room he had stored in their home. Most of the time his father always took Eban with him to teach him the value of potion since he could talk and help out. "the way of making potion is like to make food" Eban's father always told him in the beginning of every lesson he gave Eban. They always started with reading the potion they gonna do that day. His father always knew it took longer for his son to learn things, so he always took his sweet time to be patience with him. He always knew how to teach correctly so Eban could remember every potion easier, his dad knew that Eban learns better in practice than just talk with the book, he knew Eban just zoned out if you just told him things by the book. So the way his father managed to get his attention is by doing it practical instead and teach him in a fun way.
So in the beginning of his first years of trying to teach Eban new things it was frustration for both Eban and his father, it was a lot of yelling from father side that why he didn't understand, and a lot of crying of frustration from Eban side, that he felt so stupid. Until Eban's mother came in the room and said calmly "Maybe try a different approach honey, clearly you can see that only teaching him over books doesn't work for him at all. you have to show him how to do it, and lett him also try it out at the same time as teaching him." She started before continue "That's how I managed to teach him to make food you know, and he rememberd it way easier when I showed him and lett him do it beside me. So maybe do it with potion too. "She took another break and took a hand over the shoulder to Eban and looked at her husband with a warm calm look at her face. and looked down at Eban and dried his face with a handchift and comfort Eban and looked up to her hesband again and said calmly"As you always say to both me and your son that Potion is almost the same as making food. You follow an ingredients list and how to do it. So it would be same for Potion to and thats how he can remember every detail of potion making at school too. It will be more fun for both you and Eban if you had a fun and joyfull twist with learning potion, so Eban can remember every potion when he starts at hogwart so he doesn't feel so wourthless when he start, but are willing to have fun while learning. so he maybe can adapped the same learning when he starts at hogwarts with the other classes, atleast he is ahead in potion classes that might be the most difficult start, but when you have teached him in a more fun ways, it isn't that difficult, but also way to easy for him." His father stood there for a bit in silent, he knew his wife had it right all along. He had seen how fast Eban had learn how to cook food and learned it with how his wife have teached him. So why not adjust that teaching method in potion making too. Also mix in fun ways to teach "Oh fine, you are so right, as you always are. Love that you remind me on that. Thank you." He said calmly and looked over to Eban. He smiled warmly over to Eban and asked"are you ready to learn potion in more fun and different learning method than what you are used to?"Now after many years fun in learning in very fun way, he didn't expect that he remembered everything that he learned from his dad. But he can't wait to learn more stuff in a fun way from his dad, but he still had a lot of questions of how things work, but he always got the answer he needed, that what he loves to learn new thing, even so it wasn't always it stuck with him in the beginning, but he got there in the end..
STATUS: Approved, Lawrence Maynard, 8th December
Should I? Purhapse. Will I? Nooo, Do I enjoy being difficult? Mooost deffently!
"I just want to live, is that so wrong? Why doesn't anybody else want that?"
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=41492
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Wandless Magic (Y3)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Wandless Magic (Y3)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
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One does not walk out of Uagadou without knowing wandless magic. At the African Wizarding school, it was simply a given. Wands, being an European invention, only entered the curriculum of Uagadou’s in the recent centuries. Although Anthonie, like his peers, began with a wand to practice, soon in his second year he was more accustomed to using his hand instead of a piece of untrustworthy wood. Having always been encouraged to cast wandlessly, getting more practice throughout the years, his wand quickly became saved for only international duels or special occasions. He had always had strong arcane power (stat rel), and it was time to use it by channeling it from his very hands.
There wasn’t exactly a time Anthonie had “graduated” from his wand to wandless magic. Yet looking back, he seemed to have found one particularly strong memory, now from twelve, thirteen years ago. They had been practicing Flipendo in their practical magic class, tracing the wand movement with their wands as they aimed at dummies. It was then that Anthonie, feeling a sudden surge of confidence, decided to focusing his power on the one point of his finger slip his wand into his pocket and ready his hands.
The first time he tried it it was barely successful. The dummy was only knocked back slightly before sprinting back up on its own. Undeterred, he attempted again, focusing all his power into the tip of his finger as he traced the movement in the air, then extended his hand out to the target. This time, it fell back, yet not with the force he expected. Frowning, he tried one final time, demanding his mind to cast, allowing himself to control the magic rather than vice versa. Gloriously, the dummy flew back and remained on the floor.
“Professor,” he said, walking briskly towards the woman on the centre platform, a spring in his steps, “I think I can cast wandlessly now!” What followed was congratulations and a reminder not to be hubristic. There was still much to learn.
In that year and the one that followed, Anthonie focused on honing his skills to cast without movements at all and simply by pointing his hand. He began with the most basic of spells before challenging himself with much more complex ones. Through much practice, whether this be in practical sessions or the duels he so often enjoyed engaging in, soon he was able to cast with his hand and solely one movement.
There wasn’t exactly a time Anthonie had “graduated” from his wand to wandless magic. Yet looking back, he seemed to have found one particularly strong memory, now from twelve, thirteen years ago. They had been practicing Flipendo in their practical magic class, tracing the wand movement with their wands as they aimed at dummies. It was then that Anthonie, feeling a sudden surge of confidence, decided to focusing his power on the one point of his finger slip his wand into his pocket and ready his hands.
The first time he tried it it was barely successful. The dummy was only knocked back slightly before sprinting back up on its own. Undeterred, he attempted again, focusing all his power into the tip of his finger as he traced the movement in the air, then extended his hand out to the target. This time, it fell back, yet not with the force he expected. Frowning, he tried one final time, demanding his mind to cast, allowing himself to control the magic rather than vice versa. Gloriously, the dummy flew back and remained on the floor.
“Professor,” he said, walking briskly towards the woman on the centre platform, a spring in his steps, “I think I can cast wandlessly now!” What followed was congratulations and a reminder not to be hubristic. There was still much to learn.
In that year and the one that followed, Anthonie focused on honing his skills to cast without movements at all and simply by pointing his hand. He began with the most basic of spells before challenging himself with much more complex ones. Through much practice, whether this be in practical sessions or the duels he so often enjoyed engaging in, soon he was able to cast with his hand and solely one movement.
STATUS: Approved, Lawrence, 12th December
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Ency!
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Poison Resistance
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): Wc: 625
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As long as Skylar could remember, plants had always been a part of her life. She was a pure blood girl who lived in a manor that was full of rooms and gardens inside. There were all kinds of plants that a person could imagine, all magical and non-magical. The plants of highland, the plants that grew by the stream, the plants in the deep water, or the plants in a dark forest were classified according to the environment of each garden in the house.
As her parents work for the Ministry of Magic, their home gardens often include small, secured potion rooms used for their research and storage. Skylar was only allowed inside when one of her parents was present. She was taught early on what she was allowed to touch and what she wasn’t. Minor cuts and burns from tending plants were common, so simple care with something like Essence of Dittany was kept within her reach, and she could access the safer work areas without permission, but anything more dangerous remained locked away, beyond her access.
She had never done anything that went against her parents' instructions before. However, when her parents had been more busy at work, and barely at home once or twice a year. She became ignored and decided to do whatever she pleases to fulfill her curiosity and eagerness to learn about plants.
It happened when she started to tend the mandrake by herself, and when she came to the point that she thought she had already gotten used to dealing with it, she wondered what she could know more about the Mandrake, so she sneaked into one of her parents’ potion rooms that night, tried to access a restricted area.
She rummaged around to find Mandrak in the form of ingredients for a potion, smelled everything she found, or even tasted it sometimes. Then, she was exposed to poison ivy. Luckily, Baxter, the house elf, found her and helped her with the clear order that her parents had given before they left the house to his care. He watched the attached notes at the board about all antidotes and potions, of which one was required for what injury. Baxter used it to cure her.
After she got back healthy, she started to try again, but this time she wanted to search for poison ivy itself, find a way to study it on her own, before she found more in the gardens and tending it. Whenever she was injured, she would cure herself the same way her house elf cured her. Baxter had never been ordered to stop her, only to help her if she was hurt.
Skylar did the same behavior over and over with other toxic plants. Then, it came to the point that she felt numb to the pain, or her body built up such a resistance that plants considered highly toxic to others caused her only mild reactions, and even sometimes, almost no reaction at all.
As the girl grew up, her eager for Herbology and potion grew stronger and still intact, never faded away. Even though she had been warned that she was abusing herself with these reckless self-studies, she never stopped her own admiration for her own experimenting. She still tried to find a way to explore more poisonous potions of her parents' storages. Then, she had an idea. She purposely tried to injure herself to know what effects the potion given before she was old enough for Hogwarts and learned about them in class again.
She knew that whenever she was sick or injured herself, Baxter would always be her first responder to help her, or when the injury was beyond his leak, he would call Skylar’s aunt for another help.
As her parents work for the Ministry of Magic, their home gardens often include small, secured potion rooms used for their research and storage. Skylar was only allowed inside when one of her parents was present. She was taught early on what she was allowed to touch and what she wasn’t. Minor cuts and burns from tending plants were common, so simple care with something like Essence of Dittany was kept within her reach, and she could access the safer work areas without permission, but anything more dangerous remained locked away, beyond her access.
She had never done anything that went against her parents' instructions before. However, when her parents had been more busy at work, and barely at home once or twice a year. She became ignored and decided to do whatever she pleases to fulfill her curiosity and eagerness to learn about plants.
It happened when she started to tend the mandrake by herself, and when she came to the point that she thought she had already gotten used to dealing with it, she wondered what she could know more about the Mandrake, so she sneaked into one of her parents’ potion rooms that night, tried to access a restricted area.
She rummaged around to find Mandrak in the form of ingredients for a potion, smelled everything she found, or even tasted it sometimes. Then, she was exposed to poison ivy. Luckily, Baxter, the house elf, found her and helped her with the clear order that her parents had given before they left the house to his care. He watched the attached notes at the board about all antidotes and potions, of which one was required for what injury. Baxter used it to cure her.
After she got back healthy, she started to try again, but this time she wanted to search for poison ivy itself, find a way to study it on her own, before she found more in the gardens and tending it. Whenever she was injured, she would cure herself the same way her house elf cured her. Baxter had never been ordered to stop her, only to help her if she was hurt.
Skylar did the same behavior over and over with other toxic plants. Then, it came to the point that she felt numb to the pain, or her body built up such a resistance that plants considered highly toxic to others caused her only mild reactions, and even sometimes, almost no reaction at all.
As the girl grew up, her eager for Herbology and potion grew stronger and still intact, never faded away. Even though she had been warned that she was abusing herself with these reckless self-studies, she never stopped her own admiration for her own experimenting. She still tried to find a way to explore more poisonous potions of her parents' storages. Then, she had an idea. She purposely tried to injure herself to know what effects the potion given before she was old enough for Hogwarts and learned about them in class again.
She knew that whenever she was sick or injured herself, Baxter would always be her first responder to help her, or when the injury was beyond his leak, he would call Skylar’s aunt for another help.
STATUS: Approved, Meiyu, 14th December
| “To be misunderstood is not to be broken. It is to be rare.” | ... ✿ .•°°•. ✿ .•° Poison Resistance °•. ✿ .•°°•. ✿ … |
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