Johannes Ambroży

Statistics
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 5
Strength: 7
Wisdom: 6
ArcPower: 7
Accuracy: 9

[40/40]

Abilities
Ability 1 | Foulplay

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Save face, keep your cards close and do not trust anyone completely. Just a few lessons to be taught when business meets political relations meets possible personal ruin. Of course, when Alexander Manfred Saur drilled those sentences into his young charge, he knew exactly what he was doing. Johannes is a Shakespearean fool by nature, with a trickster

Smooth conning was a family trait for the Saurs- they didn't gain so much money wholly legally after all, but then again, most high ranking families had some ties with the unsavoury more often than not. The Saurs were just a bit more, how you say, unapologetic about it. Alexander Manfred's father had been deeply involved in the mafia as a highly influential capo, holding a very close friendship with the local don- as had his father's father, who had immigrated from Italy to west Germany under orders to spread the influence. Nasty business did they do, keeping their magic under wraps as they worked their way through the ranks generation at a time with blood and their lives on the line.

And for a long while, that was how things worked. They would pass on their skills early on and watch them blossom, under the safety blanket that was their position, and attempt to contribute as much experience and ability to the sect as they ducked in and out of the public eye. Alexander Manfred was a stray in terms of historical context- he had took off into life just as proper as he should have, married a nice woman with good ties and affirmed their alliance, but the moment that the child was announced, the man had packed right up and moved off into Frankfurt. Leaving behind all that he knew, the role of future capo to his younger brother, Anselm Wilhelm Saur.

His only daughter Cesia would eventually leave to Poland to pursue a life with another. Mildly disappointing, for his darling clearly deserved someone better in his rightful opinion, even if the sweet suaveness passed down from parent to child did seem to skip over the next generation. Life went on. In time Asriel was borne into the world- a sneaky child he would prove to be in his beginning years any time that Cesia would bring the babe over, but a sneaky child with too little to hide and too much to say. It was worrisome, almost. Perhaps this was where things were to die out, in the middle of a pretty estate in green rural Poland.

And yet three years later after his first grandchild came another. There was a spark there, in the infant's eye as Alexander Manfred loomed over him, all Saur grey eyes and swaddled in pale green. There was something special in the child, even more special than the magic that ran through their veins. Even more special than the miracle that Cesia had even been able to conceive at all in such a stressful setting- Poland was slow but it was fast and Germany was even faster-. And with proper training, that specialness could bloom into something more. Yes yes yes, there was hope after all for the child.

But it would have to wait to be developed. And wait did he do and develop did it. Over letter he heard the exasperated jottings of Cesia, remarking that it seemed every day her boys seemed to get in more and more trouble, it seemed like every other day since Johannes was introduced to the town that he came back home with sticky fingers and a new trinket he had swiped from the counters. Time drew on and life continued.

7-year-old Johannes came into his home in Frankfurt in the middle of a perilous time. With the departure of Asriel to Durmstrang and the sudden addition of a child came trouble from the west. The little sect was cracking under the scrutiny of the local law enforcement, hastily dropping their publicity with all the swiftness of a desperate animal seeking for safety. And without any prior notice did Anselm drop by, eager to visit his estranged brother and grandnephew.

So young Johannes meet his granduncle for the first time in his young life, two years into the child's 'apprenticeship'- more like babysitting, Anselm would often tease when the two brothers were alone- and there was an immediate shift. Alexander's brother had always been the more culture-savvy of the bunch, always been the better at children and adults alike, so it was a no-brainer that they would get along. It was only surprising at how well did Johann attach himself to the mobster- for as much as Ansel was good at bonding with others, he was also just as good at the morally questionably things that he did.

The promise of potential. Er, the promise of potential, or so Johannes so often heard Alexander Manfred Saur remind himself under his breath with a disappointed glare as if the boy couldn't hear him from behind a gleaming smug smile and scuffed boots that had been newly shined until they gleamed only a few hours earlier. It seemed that Johannes took after his granduncle much more than he did his grandfather- too reckless and getting way too much of a kick out of messing around than the bitty should have.

Regular folk don't take his wittiness as well as expected and 'imitation is the best flattery' doesn't work as well when the listener interprets it as mockery, you see. But as Johann matured at Durmstrang, his aptitude for chaos only increased. So Alexander Manfred took it upon himself to take in the boy every summer with the encouragement of his brother, silently planting the methodology on how exactly to sway people's opinions and keep unnoticed. The tools that he had been taught himself as a child were having a comeback, and he could only pray that Johannes Cyprian would use them well.

Unbeknownst to him, the boy was using it more than well. So useful, it needed to be utilised. And what better way to test it out than on those around him?

[WC: 1018]

Ability 2 | Charmer

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There was something about Johannes that drew you in and kept your attention. It didn't happen immediately- quite the opposite really, for it was easy at a glance to dismiss the boy as another troublemaker in red and fur. And it certainly didn't happen all at once. It was a slow build of opinion, constant lapping of water slowly eroding away your defences as he stands in front of you, all innocent words as he strips away the shields with surprisingly diligent patience.

A smooth talker, half-truths cheekily spilling themselves from his mouth with ease, there's a certain caution you should take when striking up deals with this bold trainwreck of a boy. There's no telling if he's going to toss you out or keep you in, taking and taking and yet acting as if he half didn't know it.

When he was younger, Johannes' quick mind and easy tongue had been what got him the attention on all who knew him- after all, there was a reason why the spare son was the one to be groomed under his grandfather's wing instead of Asriel after all, and that reason alone often made it so that he attracted just as much nasty stares as impressed.

It only got worse- or better, depending on who you asked- the moment he stepped foot on Durmstrang land. So many people, not quite so alike in dignity, such a diverse mix of personalities that he had never encountered before. It made for the perfect set up. Because there seemed to only be two types of people there, the sweet and the salty, and luckily Johannes is a good taste tester.

He walked into first year shoulder to shoulder alongside his brother- yin and yang, some whisper as they pass- and walks out with teacher opinion split. Second-year, he entered with a blank face and the first night there he decides he will make something of a name for himself. All he needed was some good setups and a solid amount of sweet talk.

With a bit of time and recklessness, he gains lackeys- loyal outcasts who are all too willing to follow around in an attempt to win sway over his heart, as if that was an easy feat to do- and together they form a group so chaotic it is impossible to decide if he is the bad influence or they are. And with his followers, he gains somewhat of a reputation in his little section of the castle. To those who grow to form their opinions of him off his stunts see him as a sly lunatic, a self-indulgent madman without care for authority, a slimy fake hiding under a pretty face. It's almost funny, the sheer contrast of interest there is. Some say he's a delinquent. Or a misunderstood pity party? Others say he's a rebel. Or the very picture of wayward potential?

By this point, it's hard to keep track of what people say he is because it's easy to get muddled with contrasting opinions and Johannes is perfectly content to allow the rumours to spread. And while there was a great number of people who stop to stare at him with suspicious eyes every time he walks through the halls, tailed nicely by wand-wielding

Go to Asriel if you needed a quick danger fix, full of spite and filled with the ever-present risk of being caught.

Johannes was for those who cared just a little too less for their heart.

[WC: 662]

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Stats & Abilities || Alexandra Basset

Statistics

Stamina: 7
Evasion: 6
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 5
Arc Power: 2
Accuracy: 5

Abilities

tba since i cant manage to write it cause examsssss

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You have a stat total of 29, you have up to year 2 stats as a full human. You can have 40 stats.

We also need your abilities before this closes in 15'ish hours.

CIELLE JOHANSEN

STATS

Stamina 8 | Strength 8 | Evasion 7 | Wisdom 3 | Arcane Power 3 | Accuracy 6
TOTAL - 35

FIRST YEAR︱Lovely Creature
WORD COUNT︱452

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Even as a baby, eyes would linger over her just a moment longer than the rest, taking in her appearance. She inherited her mother's dark eyes and soft, thick hair, and her father's height and strength, and no one could ever truly decide which parent she took after - it was as though Cielle was a perfect blend of both, although only in appearance, for her temper and behaviour was all her own.

As she grew older, Cielle became subject to jealousy. She was not the smartest or the richest or the kindest - yet she was always the centre of attention, the girl everyone stared at, especially at Durmstrang, where all the other girls seem to have the same face and persona. To begin with, Cielle disliked the attention. She does not care for her appearance. During her childhood, she wore whatever fit her, regardless of whether it was too small or too dirty, and her hair, despite being kept short for easy maintenence, was always knotted and unbrushed. The way she saw it, the attention she recieved for her looks was getting in the way of, well, everything, and tried to downplay her appearance in favour of maintaining good relationships with the rest of the circus children - however, by doing this, Cielle unwittingly made herself even more attractive.

It wasn't until she arrived at Durmstrang that she stopped trying to hide the fact that she was beautiful. Not only did the boys in her year send shy glances and confessions of love her way, but they also snuck her small gifts like pretty trinkets and flowers, snuck into her bag when they thought she wasn't looking or placed outside her dormitory in between classes or at night. Although Cielle initially scoffed and laughed in their faces, she later realised that there were advantages that came with her newfound situation. The boys helped her cheat on tests, aided her in pranks and covered for her when she skipped classes.

Although, to be completely honest, she isn't pretty, per se, but more so interesting to look at. However, that is exactly why it's so hard to tear your eyes away from her face. It's rather funny if you think about it, because Cielle should been appeared to be just like her peers. Apart from her tall, muscular build, her appearance is rather similar to theirs - her movements fluid and graceful, her facial proportions just about right, her legs long and slim. It's her personality that shines and makes her different - the rebellious twinkle in her eye, the reckless energy she radiates, the loud laughter that follows her around. It's that little bit extra that makes everyone stop and stare.

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Ash Andwiltz Statistics

Stamina: 7
Evasion: 6
Strenght: 6
Wisdom: 8
Arc Powder: 1
Accuracy: 7
Abilities:


Terrible Presence

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Over the years, Ash has discovered that he has a ability that nobody would want. The Abilty of a terrible presence. He lacks creativity, he is quiet, he keeps his thoughts too himself, he can be creepy when he wants too, he lurks through the shadows at school, he is always alone, has only a few friends, and more...he is disliked by many people in this world. Including, lots of his grandparents friends. Also family.When his father decided to abandon him, Ash became shy. Even more shy than most kids his age, and became more ugly faced than handsome. Yes, he did have his handsome features, but his lips were always shut tight into a straight line. As thought he had never smiled before. He kept his thought to himself, and stopped talking for some time, until his voice became more of a murmur, and then, became for of a cunning spat. His grandparents were concerned about him, like very loving parent would, and thought it was a trauma he had developed over the years, because of losing his parents, his father leaving him, and his mother dead. All of them gone. Nowhere to be seen by the green eyes of Ash Andwiltz.

The boy became incredibly silent, and his teachers, when he attended Drumstrang, became more concerned and also, impressed. Most of the children his age were very noisy and talkative, and didn't attend most of the classes (skipped them, for a better word) but he was very, very silent. After some time, over his second year at Drumstrang, Ash became ill for some time, and had to go to his grandparents parents, to their manor that his father had left them, until Ash was more mature and responsible (and reached the age of maturity). He slept for hours, even tho it was a slightly less than usual pneumonia, that was cured immediately, by magic. He cried a lot, to be honest, but also laughed more than usual (secretly, when reading a Muggle comic book that he loved, or when his grandfather told jokes to him, to make him feel better) and he became more of a normal child than before. His grandparents were glad for him, to see him smile more than usual, in his daily life. That made them smile more than before, and loosed each time more sadness of the loss their daughter. But that is not the end of it my friends.

You see, Ash wasn't very social with people that weren't his grandparents or his special friend and guardian, Hanzo. So he mostly liked to ignore them, or not to talk to them when he had to stand before them. He was even scared of shaking their hand, and mostly did not want to participate to the social parties his grandparents hosted, or went to. He preferred to go to his room, and caress his lovely insect that he had, locked in a cage. (And that was terrible too, a habit that he had, was to collect insects that survived the ugly winter in his native country.). So, one day, his grandparents were hosting a come together party that he himself did not want to attend. His grandparents had coaxed him and forced him to come, and he finally accepted, tho not being in the mood (he never was) for big family parties like this. But he didn't want to disappoint his grandparents, so he put on his best suit, and went to the party that was taking place in the Andwiltz Manor's Great Hall.

He took a deep breath, smoothed his suit, and went in with his best face: a straight line on his lips and a face that showed not emotion.
He was seating on the ground, his face tiring because of so much excitement, and faces looking at him in disgust. He was already pouring up his ability that nobody liked. That would immediately let him go to his cozy room upstairs. He looked at a particularly calming gentleman that was smiling at him warmly, and Ash couldn't help thinking that he was a very good man. But he replied to his smile with his eyes widening and looking onto the ground. How terrible he was. But what was he going to do anyways? He wasn't going to glare at him. But he couldn't smile. He was emotionless.
Some time passed, and then, his grandmother called him. Ash froze. The man that was smiling at him before was with a very serious face, pointing at him, and....expecting something from him? Ah couldn't understand, but his grandmother's smile reassured him, and he too, a deep breath and went.
'Well, I can see that your little grandson his growing Mrs. Comb.' the man said, his warm smile back to his face. ' Ain't ya?' he looked down to Ash, expecting a smile from the boy, but Ash looked at him seriously and didn't say anything. How terrible he was. And the man...he was English. His father was English, and he disliked his father. He was scared of him. The man was trying to make more conversation, but Ash didn't move. Or smiled. Or talked. He sat there, ignoring the man. And Ash did not know, the man did not like to be ignored. Even less by a child. 'I expected your child to be more talkative Hjørdis!' the old man finally exclaimed, for he was bursting out with anger. He was trying to make conversation with the new Andwiltz boy, and he had ignored him completely. The man was so angry, that, he went, leaving the woman, Ash's grandmother in shock. After that, Ash went to his room, but didn't go to laugh. Or sleep. He had a terrible presence. And he disliked that.

WC|961

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Elias Oja

Stats:
Stamina: 10
Evasion: 7
Strength: 7
Wisdom: 5
Arcpower: 5
Accuracy: 7
_{+1 for quidditch win}

Abilities

Evasive Maneuvers

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Sports is something Elias is no stranger to. In fact, they’re one of the only things he uses to blow off steam. In such a constantly cold and cloudy climate, there wasn’t much to do after all. Before Durmstrang, Elias spent his childhood years in Finland playing hockey. Most children did, actually. It was hard to resist when there was a frozen-over lake right in your backyard. For hours he’d be on the ice with his family, and honestly… They were a lot better than him. It was frustrating since he was older than most of his sisters and he couldn’t even win against them. So he took matters into his own hands, swallowing his pride and began to practice day and night. Of course, he wasn’t a prodigy, but this caused him to be quick on his feet in numerous situations.

Whether it was sprinting from his sisters who were trying to smear makeup all over his face, or dodging one of his friends punches (which were supposed to be funny, but holy crap, they hurt), he noticed that after a while he was able to build up stamina, and instinctively avoid things that could potentially harm him. There wasn’t much urgency in it since he wasn’t bullied or in a household where he had to worry about things like that. Maybe the lack of priority in his task was what sped up the process, but either way, it was an advantage. But it definitely helped build up his confidence, and Elias noticed an improvement when he started to kick his sisters’ butts on the ice.

When he started to play quidditch, it was very, very different. Hockey, of course, had a bit of violence, but nothing like this. There were literal giant, metal balls flying around trying to knock you off a flying wooden stick so you’d go unconscious. That… was different. In fact, it was terrifying. Elias spent most of his time playing the game trying not to get killed by the bludgers zooming across the field. And it worked, for the most part. But Elias won’t ever forget the first time he’d ever gotten hit by a bludger. Thinking about it still hurts his head to this day. He was flying, about to make a winning goal, and all of a sudden, he flew right into the ball and everything went black. From that day forth, he’s been way, way more careful of his surroundings to make sure he doesn’t have to go through something as painful as that again.

Fearless

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When you live with four raging, emotional sisters… It’s more than a little challenging to be scared. Especially when they’re all in a small little clique and prank you whenever they get the chance. And when most of them are magical and have random outbursts when they’re angry. This was the case for Elias Oja, and while he loved his sisters, they tortured him to the point where he was unphased by almost anything. It was still annoying but at one point he began to catch on when they were scheming and when they weren’t. Even when their father took them to see a scary movie, Elias would barely flinch at the cheap scares that were standing before him. It’d take more than a deformed face on a screen or one of his sisters making plates fly across the kitchen to give him nightmares.

Being in a wizarding family, weird things happen and you have to be ready for them, after all. And when your mother is a herbologist and brings deadly plants home, you have to be ready for that too. Elias learned that the hard way. After many dumb impulse choices out of curiosity. And many trips to the hospital. And lots of berating from both his mother and father for his trouble.

And while Elias likes to think he’s big and brave, his bravery also comes from, well, stupidity. He’s honestly quite oblivious to things happening around him most of the time. He could be reading and not even notice that there’s a fistfight happening right in front of him, or sometimes even get lost in his own thoughts and find himself in trouble with people. It’s honestly a little concerning how thick his skull is, but at least it comes with perks. It makes it pretty easy to get revenge on his sisters when they’re scared of bugs and he isn’t.

After being accustomed to the quirks and strange experiences that came with magic abilities at home, even Durmstrang didn’t really surprise him at all. Of course, the magical creatures, spell backfires, and more startled him. But they weren’t insane. He isn’t completely fearless, being a teenager comes with your mind moving from thought to thought at a mile a minute. Elias has anxiety and overthinks things just like most people, but just not about killer clowns or anything else out of the ordinary.

Quidditch

Positions (in order of priority)
Chaser
Beater
Second-string beater

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Stats: Stamina: 3 | Strength: 1 | Evasion: 7 | Wisdom: 10 | Accuracy: 7 | Arc Power: 7 |

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Kheanu Maravilho Mondelez
An Otherworldy Vision in Blonde

STATS
Stamina: 10
Evasion: 0
Strength: 0
Wisdom: 12
Arcane Power: 13
Accuracy: 10

LOVELY CREATURE

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When Kheanu walks into a room, people cannot help but stare.

Already, in the early stages of his young life, this trait was well on its way to manifesting--an otherworldly vision in blonde he was starting to become. The boy was the nephew any aunt and uncle would spend a fortune on Christmas gifts for, the star of every family gathering, and the envy of cousins and strangers alike.

Some say it's genes, some say it's fate--but everyone can all agree on one thing: Kheanu Maravilho Mondelez is beautiful.

For most of his formative years, this has proven to be quite an asset. He was always the most well-liked kid in his muggle classroom--both by his classmates and teachers. The boy can get away with murder if he only flashed his brilliant smile right after. But as young as he was, Kheanu was just pleasantly happy they were paying attention to him.

At that age, with his background as a second child in a family of business moguls that has already born its heir, the boy was already aware he wasn't going to get it from home any time soon.

So he lived vigorously through the attentions of his peers. And when Kheanu realized the profound effect he had on people, he just craved it more and more.

Now, with his long hair, delicate limbs, and soft-spoken honeyed voice, the boy garnered notice like a burning flame to a flight of moths. Kheanu regularly used his ethereal, androgynous appearance to coax a reaction from strangers--both male and female--delighting in the deliberate way heads turned and eyes narrowed when he walked past. It afforded him certain advantages his other unprepossessing peers at Durmstrang would otherwise not have.

Everyone played into the palm of his hands--and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Most people were skeptical of beauty even when they fall under its spell--they see beautiful creatures as feeble and fragile.

But that's what Kheanu wants them to think.

Because behind his soft words and delicate appearance was a formidable spellcaster and a ruthless tactician. A master manipulator, the boy is not above using his appearance as his greatest tool--people satisfying his whims with only his bright smile as sufficient reward.

Kheanu read about carnivorous plants once, in his family home's vast library. He learned about how they attract prey with their sweet scents and inviting appearances; how it was only when it was too late that their victims realized they fell wholly and cleanly in a trap born out of their own folly.

And he thought it was wonderful.

TERRIBLE PRESENCE

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People would not know how to explain it, but there is something about Kheanu Maravilho Mondelez that unsettles them.

A boy of unusual beauty, the second son of the Mondelez empire takes otherworldly to a whole new level. There is this certain presence--a sort of unseen vacuum--that emanates from the teen when he crosses the threshold. It causes a very confusing sensation--most who notice his presence do not know for sure whether to take him all in his glory or avert their eyes from his stark beauty and intense, icy gaze.

Kheanu was so inexplicably beautiful, and it scares all of those that lay their eyes on him.

Of course, the boy was aware of this--and he revels in all of it.

He rejoices in every reaction his appearance can invoke in the people who surround him--whether positive or negative.

Let them swoon in his presence and let them cower under his gaze. Let them leave with a broken heart or let them leave in a daze.

Whether he liked to acknowledge it or not, it was all born out of the neglect he suffered from his parents. Sure, he was all provided with more than he could ever want, and was cared for by more than enough people under his family's employ--but he never got what a child innately wanted in his younger years: the love and attention of his mother and father.

There was a hunger--a craving--for his parents' acknowledgment. However hard he tries to ignore and deny it; it was there. It was as much a part of him as his pulchritude. And if not for his uncharacteristically loving and patient older brother, Nikolai, Kheanu would have resorted to more self-destructive ways of gaining his parents' attention.

As it stands, the boy now capitalizes on the face he was born with to win over other people, and so far, he has been highly successful. Though he attends a wizarding school that values masculinity, Kheanu deliberately sets himself apart, favoring neither a male- nor female-presenting appearance (and especially likes making people question their sexuality).

They say people fear what they don't know--that people fear what they do not understand.

Maybe that was why Kheanu shakes them so.

And they were right to be cautious.

Because behind those bright eyes and perfect teeth was a boy who knows what he's doing, and a boy who is not above using it to his advantage.

A predator's mind in a prey's alluring body.

EVASIVE MANEUVERS

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For someone so adept at avoiding his personal problems, it comes as no surprise that Kheanu Maravilho Mondelez is excellent at dodging incoming attacks from his foes.

Though, to be more precise, it might be appropriate to credit it to his family's Foil fencing background.

You see, the Mondelez, for countless generations, has cultivated its renown for the fencing arts. It is something quintessentially European, and Kheanu's ancestors may have been part of the pioneers of the art. Both of his parents were masters of the form, and Kheanu can confidently say this was one of the few things he was better at as compared to his older brother. But although he has bested Nikolai at their countless practice runs in their parents' presence, none of his talents received more than the customary curt nod of his mother and father.

In hindsight, this definitely affected the boy for countless years to come--having nothing worthy of acknowledgment from his parents. Not even the one thing he was better at than his brother--their favorite child.

Foil, as a fencing art, required its practitioners to be just as excellent at dodging as they are at aiming. Only the torso can be a valid target in this form of fencing: not the arms, not the legs, and definitely not the weapon hand.

As such, it is not really surprising that some of the most well-renowned wizard duelers in Italy were Mondelezes.

Not only did the sport hone your accuracy and focus to astonishing levels, but it also built your skill of outmaneuvering your opponents. It was a practice worthy of being treasured, as accuracy and evasion constitute a significant part of the recipe to be a great wizard.

For the foreseeable future, one would be able to note a certain gracefulness and sword-fighting-like quality to the way Kheanu casts his spells, whether offensive or defensive. His spellcasting stance--body in a straight line relative to his opponent--is reminiscent of his fencing form. As such, he reduces his size as a target, making it easier to dodge any incoming attacks.

Of course, it helps that the boy possesses a tall, lithe build--more graceful telephone pole than not.

For all intents and purposes, Kheanu is a challenging target to hit, and--people will know soon enough (and a little too late) once they fall on the other side of the boy's wand--a formidable opponent to face off against.

To note: Kheanu is still ic too young to fully-identify as a genderqueer/nonbinary individual so the language and pronouns used are masculine.

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1. Ruby Cazares - Vyacheslav “Slava” Aleksandrovich Preobrazhensky [Beater #1]
2. Griseldis Edelhardt - Kolya Mikhailov [Beater #2]
3. Alexx Séverin - Aleksandr Teräväinen [Beater - Second String]
4. Piérre Marchonné - Romeo Marchonné [Keeper] (second pick)
5. Rafael D'Spacito - Hans Fransson [Chaser #1] (second pick)
6. Erik Tharldson - Ilian Arakov [Second String Keeper]
7. Tyranni Whitethorn - Espen Kvalheim [Chaser #2]
8. Evelynn Decipio - Margarethe Fransson [Chaser #3]
9. Marla Quinlan - Elias Magne Oja [Second String Chaser] (Chaser filled, beater filled, second string beater filled)
10. Pericles Dralt - Madhup Hexum [Third String Chaser](Chaser filled, second string filled)
11. Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood - Valentin “Der Niffler” Schnell [Seeker]
12. Thomas LeStrange - Ella Forsberg [Second string Seeker] (No position requested; Second string Seeker was what was left)
13. Flash Holmwood - Yefim Rumyantsev [Third String Keeper](Chaser filled in all forms, no other preference provided
14. Percival Rainwood - Mikael Halldorson [Third String Beater] (Chaser filled in all forms, first and second string Beaters filled)
15. Adonis Thorn - Nikolai Dragov Fourth String Beater (First, second and third string beaters filled, they have a spare Beater making a FOURTH string, Chaser in all forms has been filled, first and second string Keeper has been filled)

Seeker: Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood - Valentin “Der Niffler” Schnell

• Second String: Thomas LeStrange - Ella Forsberg

Keeper: Piérre Marchonné - Romeo Marchonné

• Second String: Erik Tharaldson - Ilian Arakov

Chaser 1: Rafael D'Spacito - Hans Fransson
Chaser 2: Tyranni Whitethorn - Espen Kvalheim
Chaser 3: Evelynn Decipio - Margarethe Fransson

• Second String: Marla Quinlan - Elias Magne Oja
• Third String: Pericles Dralt - Madhup Hexum
• Fourth String: Flash Holmwood - Yefim Rumyantsev

Beater 1: Ruby Cazares - Vyacheslav “Slava” Aleksandrovich Preobrazhensky
Beater 2: Griseldis Edelhardt - Kolya Mikhailov

• Second String: Alexx Séverin - Aleksandr Teräväinen
• Third String: Percival Rainwood - Mikael Halldorson
• Fourth String: Adonis Thorn - Nikolai Dragov