Ability applications
1st year:
Link to your trunk post: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=42436
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Blind vision
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
2nd year:
Link to your trunk post: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=42436
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Charmer
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Cinder Blaze Mirada Johnson
Je suis comme un dragon : dangereuse, fougueuse et magnifique.
Moonlight Dreams!
Link to your trunk post: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=42436
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Blind vision
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
WC - 408After Cinder’s accident, resulting in her first instance of magic, she lay in bed in the darkness for a few weeks, as the artificial light stung when it hit her now injured eye.
One extremely dark night in December, she got out of the bed that she was in, after hearing a strange noise around her bedroom – a small mouse, scuttling around, distracting her from sleep. Not bothering to turn on her light, she walked around the bedroom, trailing her hand against the wall to work out where she was, and to prevent her fear of falling over. After a few minutes, she realised where the tiny sound was coming from – on top of a quite high set of shelves she had.
Forgetting her fear of toppling over, she ran softly over to her desk, picking up the old, wobbly chair, grimacing when it creaked loudly, and ran back over to the shelves. She placed down the chair, and climbed up onto it. She paused for a few seconds, feeling around to find the annoying mouse, before quickly finding it, and gently picking it up by its middle.
At that moment, her bedroom door opened, and her grandma, Marie was standing in the doorway, looking extremely confused.
“Cinder?” she asked, “What’s going on?”
“There’s a mouse, and it was making annoying sounds, so I’ve got it! I pulled my chair over to the shelves, to stand on.”
“You’ve got it? But the lights are off. I can’t see anything!”
Cinder tilted her head slightly, confused, before jumping off the chair, and walking towards the doorway.
“Yes it’s dark, but I could hear it.”
“But you might’ve fallen off the chair. It’s so old and wobbly!”
Marie reached up and turned on the light switch, making Cinder wrinkle her nose against the harsh light. She lifted up the hand holding the mouse.
“See, I’ve got it!”
Marie gently took the mouse, before telling Cinder to get back into bed, and turned the light off.
Cinder got back into her bed, but didn’t go back to sleep, looking up at the ceiling, resisting the temptation to get back out of bed, and possibly get some snacks from the kitchen, or go out onto the balcony.
They never talked about that event afterwards, however sometimes, on dark nights when she couldn’t sleep, Cinder got out of bed and walked around the house, with her eyes shut, seeing what she could hear.
One extremely dark night in December, she got out of the bed that she was in, after hearing a strange noise around her bedroom – a small mouse, scuttling around, distracting her from sleep. Not bothering to turn on her light, she walked around the bedroom, trailing her hand against the wall to work out where she was, and to prevent her fear of falling over. After a few minutes, she realised where the tiny sound was coming from – on top of a quite high set of shelves she had.
Forgetting her fear of toppling over, she ran softly over to her desk, picking up the old, wobbly chair, grimacing when it creaked loudly, and ran back over to the shelves. She placed down the chair, and climbed up onto it. She paused for a few seconds, feeling around to find the annoying mouse, before quickly finding it, and gently picking it up by its middle.
At that moment, her bedroom door opened, and her grandma, Marie was standing in the doorway, looking extremely confused.
“Cinder?” she asked, “What’s going on?”
“There’s a mouse, and it was making annoying sounds, so I’ve got it! I pulled my chair over to the shelves, to stand on.”
“You’ve got it? But the lights are off. I can’t see anything!”
Cinder tilted her head slightly, confused, before jumping off the chair, and walking towards the doorway.
“Yes it’s dark, but I could hear it.”
“But you might’ve fallen off the chair. It’s so old and wobbly!”
Marie reached up and turned on the light switch, making Cinder wrinkle her nose against the harsh light. She lifted up the hand holding the mouse.
“See, I’ve got it!”
Marie gently took the mouse, before telling Cinder to get back into bed, and turned the light off.
Cinder got back into her bed, but didn’t go back to sleep, looking up at the ceiling, resisting the temptation to get back out of bed, and possibly get some snacks from the kitchen, or go out onto the balcony.
They never talked about that event afterwards, however sometimes, on dark nights when she couldn’t sleep, Cinder got out of bed and walked around the house, with her eyes shut, seeing what she could hear.
2nd year:
Link to your trunk post: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=42436
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Charmer
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
WC - 422 Cinder could remember once, when she was probably about 5, she’d gone into the little village with her family, to get some shopping done in the little market. When they got there, they saw that there were a few other magical children that she knew playing in the middle of the street, so she asked if she could go over to them.
She walked over, and was greeted by her best friends Luc and Elise, as well as a few other children who she didn’t know as well. They played for a few hours, while their parents did the weekly shop.
When the parents came back, she heard one of the other mothers say to her aunt,
“Ta fille sera magnifique quand elle sera plus âgée” – Your daughter is going to be stunning when she’s older.”
“C'est ma nièce, pas ma fille, mais merci” her aunt replied – She is my niece, not my daughter, but thank you.
When Cinder and her family got home later that evening, Cinder asked,
“What did that lady mean?”
Her aunt and uncle looked at each other for a split second, before her aunt replied, saying,
“She just said that you are very pretty.”
Even now that she was 12, Cinder didn’t quite understand what people saw to call her “Pretty” or “Beautiful” – whenever she looked in a mirror, she just looked like a girl with ginger hair, freckles, blue eyes, and now, scars.
However, even though she thought the scars made her look ugly, leading her to cover them up with an eyepatch, people said that the scars or eyepatch made her look even more striking, and making her instantly noticeable, particularly among the crowds of beautiful French children, with their long, tangle-free, straight blonde or brown hair, and flawless, freckle-free skin.
Just the other day, she’d gone out into the village to buy ingredients for dinner, for her Grandma, and, as she walked past the playground, she’d seen the little children turning to look at her, nudging each other and whispering.
Being among the people who stared at her made her feel extremely nervous, a bit like an imposter, so she used to cower, trying to hide herself, but now that she was taller, it was extremely difficult, leading her to have to accept that people would look at her, and often make comments, which she learnt to accept with a gracious smile.
What made the fact that people constantly looked at her even stranger was that she never wore particularly fine clothes like the other magical children in the village wore – instead, she wore old, sun-bleached t-shirts, and ripped cargo jeans or shorts.
She walked over, and was greeted by her best friends Luc and Elise, as well as a few other children who she didn’t know as well. They played for a few hours, while their parents did the weekly shop.
When the parents came back, she heard one of the other mothers say to her aunt,
“Ta fille sera magnifique quand elle sera plus âgée” – Your daughter is going to be stunning when she’s older.”
“C'est ma nièce, pas ma fille, mais merci” her aunt replied – She is my niece, not my daughter, but thank you.
When Cinder and her family got home later that evening, Cinder asked,
“What did that lady mean?”
Her aunt and uncle looked at each other for a split second, before her aunt replied, saying,
“She just said that you are very pretty.”
Even now that she was 12, Cinder didn’t quite understand what people saw to call her “Pretty” or “Beautiful” – whenever she looked in a mirror, she just looked like a girl with ginger hair, freckles, blue eyes, and now, scars.
However, even though she thought the scars made her look ugly, leading her to cover them up with an eyepatch, people said that the scars or eyepatch made her look even more striking, and making her instantly noticeable, particularly among the crowds of beautiful French children, with their long, tangle-free, straight blonde or brown hair, and flawless, freckle-free skin.
Just the other day, she’d gone out into the village to buy ingredients for dinner, for her Grandma, and, as she walked past the playground, she’d seen the little children turning to look at her, nudging each other and whispering.
Being among the people who stared at her made her feel extremely nervous, a bit like an imposter, so she used to cower, trying to hide herself, but now that she was taller, it was extremely difficult, leading her to have to accept that people would look at her, and often make comments, which she learnt to accept with a gracious smile.
What made the fact that people constantly looked at her even stranger was that she never wore particularly fine clothes like the other magical children in the village wore – instead, she wore old, sun-bleached t-shirts, and ripped cargo jeans or shorts.
Blind vision approved, Célestine, 18th December
Charmer is pending
Your application is 401 word including translation. However translation is not included to the word count. Please add some more words to make your application 400 words excluding provided translation.
Charmer is approved, Célestine, 18th December
Last edited by Cinder Blaze on 18 Dec 2025, 14:51, edited 1 time in total.
Cinder Blaze Mirada Johnson
Je suis comme un dragon : dangereuse, fougueuse et magnifique.
Moonlight Dreams!
Ability applications
Link to your trunk post: [ lucien ]
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence [ First Year ]
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 543 wc
Link to your trunk post: [ lucien ]
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Paragon of Health [ Second Year ]
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 603 wc
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence [ First Year ]
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 543 wc
Reducio
A soft caress of the wind.
Bees bouncing around; flower to flower.
Various fishes swim by the small pond.
The smell of rhubarb pie drifting from the kitchen windows.
The scratch of the tip of his pencil against the parchment.
How do one picture the state of calm? The aforementioned mundane things happened to be Lucien's; things others would never pause to contemplate about, simple things others often find inherently insignificant. These things surrounded the young de Montfort's life. On one of those days that he appreciates the prosaic activity happening around him, his face would be pressed on the smooth glass of the windowpane, absentmindedly tapping the rubber part of his pencil against his pursed lips. Days wherein the young de Montfort was required to study various lessons he spotted very much brain-numbing.
This is, of course, expected from a young, curious mind; expected from a fledgling about to take flight.
Adults do tend to zero in on the truths they regard with high importance. No one seems to pause. When asked unceasingly as to why, they provide the vaguest of answers a child like him would be unable to comprehend. They are very much anxious for the future and how it could go wrong or worse; they operate in such a way as though in a headless panic. Of course, it would go wrong—with the manner they were subconsciously going for. It will all go smoothly—the boy thinks—especially if one embodies the slow travel of the wind.
Lucien Alexandre de Montfort remains undisturbed; akin to the stable waters of a lake.
There is something about the way the young de Montfort carried himself in the public eye. For a pure-blood, one cannot perceive him as over-confident, but not in the way one slouches in every step. The look in his bluish-grey eyes emits a certain light of pure understanding, as though he has a full grasp of one's inner-workings of the mind. His smiles are soft, which always reach his eyes—a disarming sight one would unconsciously release the guarded tension of their body. Lucien is often quiet, however, definitely unforgettable, especially his presence. One could say it is almost inexplicable. There is particular wonder in the form of his inquisitive gaze, wherein one would be left compelled to share their biography and array of opinions, something the young boy had no business troubling himself with.
Noémie Fabregue-de Montfort would be enraged if she got wind of the fact that the servants subjected her only beloved son to their life troubles as they carried out their work around the Manor as though they were all peers. On the other hand, Lucien cherished all these stories. Stories about homewrecking, or loved one's death, or atrocious crimes committed by relatives. He understood the stories made humans humanely in a way, made them fleshed-out, made them unforgivably real.
His open-mindedness and his usual unbiased perspective helped others embrace their state of vulnerability in his vicinity. The certain easiness of his presence urging others to approach him in an unguarded manner is something Lucien is aware of; he never thought of it being weaponised.
Lucien Alexandre de Montfort remains undisturbed; akin to the stable waters of a lake.
The stillness of his presence is almost inviting.
Bees bouncing around; flower to flower.
Various fishes swim by the small pond.
The smell of rhubarb pie drifting from the kitchen windows.
The scratch of the tip of his pencil against the parchment.
How do one picture the state of calm? The aforementioned mundane things happened to be Lucien's; things others would never pause to contemplate about, simple things others often find inherently insignificant. These things surrounded the young de Montfort's life. On one of those days that he appreciates the prosaic activity happening around him, his face would be pressed on the smooth glass of the windowpane, absentmindedly tapping the rubber part of his pencil against his pursed lips. Days wherein the young de Montfort was required to study various lessons he spotted very much brain-numbing.
This is, of course, expected from a young, curious mind; expected from a fledgling about to take flight.
Adults do tend to zero in on the truths they regard with high importance. No one seems to pause. When asked unceasingly as to why, they provide the vaguest of answers a child like him would be unable to comprehend. They are very much anxious for the future and how it could go wrong or worse; they operate in such a way as though in a headless panic. Of course, it would go wrong—with the manner they were subconsciously going for. It will all go smoothly—the boy thinks—especially if one embodies the slow travel of the wind.
Lucien Alexandre de Montfort remains undisturbed; akin to the stable waters of a lake.
There is something about the way the young de Montfort carried himself in the public eye. For a pure-blood, one cannot perceive him as over-confident, but not in the way one slouches in every step. The look in his bluish-grey eyes emits a certain light of pure understanding, as though he has a full grasp of one's inner-workings of the mind. His smiles are soft, which always reach his eyes—a disarming sight one would unconsciously release the guarded tension of their body. Lucien is often quiet, however, definitely unforgettable, especially his presence. One could say it is almost inexplicable. There is particular wonder in the form of his inquisitive gaze, wherein one would be left compelled to share their biography and array of opinions, something the young boy had no business troubling himself with.
Noémie Fabregue-de Montfort would be enraged if she got wind of the fact that the servants subjected her only beloved son to their life troubles as they carried out their work around the Manor as though they were all peers. On the other hand, Lucien cherished all these stories. Stories about homewrecking, or loved one's death, or atrocious crimes committed by relatives. He understood the stories made humans humanely in a way, made them fleshed-out, made them unforgivably real.
His open-mindedness and his usual unbiased perspective helped others embrace their state of vulnerability in his vicinity. The certain easiness of his presence urging others to approach him in an unguarded manner is something Lucien is aware of; he never thought of it being weaponised.
Lucien Alexandre de Montfort remains undisturbed; akin to the stable waters of a lake.
The stillness of his presence is almost inviting.
Link to your trunk post: [ lucien ]
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Paragon of Health [ Second Year ]
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 603 wc
Reducio
Influence on a child, in some other cases, or perhaps most of the time, is thanks not from the books assigned by their grumpy tutors, or the entirety of their early education, but from the adults surrounding the child. Children tend to copy and paste. A young child owned nothing in this world but their curious, imaginative mind and crooked interpretations. What they see is what they can get. Crumbs of terrible mistakes from the individuals who model adulthood are such disagreeable performances to show a child who intends to learn from these said individuals.
But alas, be grateful to the heavens, for there is an angel who made its descent to compensate for young Lucien's sorry and arguably neglectful parents, and that is his nanny, old Claudette.
The young de Montfort flourished under old Claudette's motherly and warm wings. She is an old woman of about eighty, and has eight children, seventeen grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren to boot. An elderly mother bird, who taught empathy and compassion to all of her kin. It is unquestionable how old Claudette treated Lucien as one of her own; and the boy clearly felt like one too. A picture of a mother and his mind would conjure an image of his old nanny, knitting contentedly as she shared the virtues of life.
Lucien never witnessed her execute actions with ill-intent. Old Claudette is the Paragon of Compassion, The Angel of Immense Mercy, which not only extends to every human that walks this humble earth but also to the creatures that co-existed with aforementioned humans—said humans who deemed the same creatures inconsequential; wild or tamed, magical or not. The young de Montfort perceives it impossible to envision Noémie—his mother—to dig pity from within her small, selfish heart to temporarily shelter cawking baby chicks from a raging storm let alone accommodate and cure an injured magical creature in fear of rabies and all other maladies she can conjure from her posh little mind.
A situation which he could never grasp nor comprehend. The De Montfort Family is rather small, compared to the other families in their commune, which also poses the fact that the De Montfort Manor had spare rooms collecting dust and cultivating some sort of pesky vermin. Whereas old Claudette wholeheartedly invites everyone in her small, humble home; no matter how cluttered or crowded her home is. Poverty did not stop the old woman to be empathetic, to offer herself in order to help.
This comparison of the two women in Lucien's life enlightened him at such a young age.
There is no escaping it. His parents are a questionable lot or Lucien is unconsciously villainising them.
There is no time asking the whys as the young boy is also aware of how adults provide the vaguest of answers to the most simplest of questions. They adore the process of beating around the bush, for whatever reason incomprehensible to children. Lucien could only wish to snatch the stick himself and beat them with it with how they intentionally act stupid.
And so, his great influence is his old nanny, Claudette. A Paragon of Compassion; The Angel of Immense Mercy. This old wix taught him many things—things he deemed great and important which he knew he would never acquire from his parents and tutors. He already perfected the art on how to care for an injured creature, dress wounds, with such precision under Claudette's wing. They are one of the countless incredible skills and wisdom the old woman taught Lucien Alexandre de Montfort before the de Montfort Patriarch fired her and never to be seen again.
But alas, be grateful to the heavens, for there is an angel who made its descent to compensate for young Lucien's sorry and arguably neglectful parents, and that is his nanny, old Claudette.
The young de Montfort flourished under old Claudette's motherly and warm wings. She is an old woman of about eighty, and has eight children, seventeen grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren to boot. An elderly mother bird, who taught empathy and compassion to all of her kin. It is unquestionable how old Claudette treated Lucien as one of her own; and the boy clearly felt like one too. A picture of a mother and his mind would conjure an image of his old nanny, knitting contentedly as she shared the virtues of life.
Lucien never witnessed her execute actions with ill-intent. Old Claudette is the Paragon of Compassion, The Angel of Immense Mercy, which not only extends to every human that walks this humble earth but also to the creatures that co-existed with aforementioned humans—said humans who deemed the same creatures inconsequential; wild or tamed, magical or not. The young de Montfort perceives it impossible to envision Noémie—his mother—to dig pity from within her small, selfish heart to temporarily shelter cawking baby chicks from a raging storm let alone accommodate and cure an injured magical creature in fear of rabies and all other maladies she can conjure from her posh little mind.
A situation which he could never grasp nor comprehend. The De Montfort Family is rather small, compared to the other families in their commune, which also poses the fact that the De Montfort Manor had spare rooms collecting dust and cultivating some sort of pesky vermin. Whereas old Claudette wholeheartedly invites everyone in her small, humble home; no matter how cluttered or crowded her home is. Poverty did not stop the old woman to be empathetic, to offer herself in order to help.
This comparison of the two women in Lucien's life enlightened him at such a young age.
There is no escaping it. His parents are a questionable lot or Lucien is unconsciously villainising them.
There is no time asking the whys as the young boy is also aware of how adults provide the vaguest of answers to the most simplest of questions. They adore the process of beating around the bush, for whatever reason incomprehensible to children. Lucien could only wish to snatch the stick himself and beat them with it with how they intentionally act stupid.
And so, his great influence is his old nanny, Claudette. A Paragon of Compassion; The Angel of Immense Mercy. This old wix taught him many things—things he deemed great and important which he knew he would never acquire from his parents and tutors. He already perfected the art on how to care for an injured creature, dress wounds, with such precision under Claudette's wing. They are one of the countless incredible skills and wisdom the old woman taught Lucien Alexandre de Montfort before the de Montfort Patriarch fired her and never to be seen again.
Calming presence approved, Célestine, 18th December
Paragon of health is pending
You describe a lot about nanny, giving just a little at the end about Lucien. Please write some more words about him fitting for this ability.
PENDING - Paragon of health - 19 JAN (2026) - Sako
Still requires more detail about how he fits the ability, not his nanny.
Closed, Célestine, 29 January
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Ability applications
Link to your trunk post: Clicky
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Statistically Relevant [Stamina]
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioAt seventeen years of age, Raphael was pretty much fully grown. 181 centimetres height made him just a bit taller than average, not short but far from towering - and yet, few would disagree that he was physically intimidating. Years of consistent physical activity, from weightlifting and running, playing football to broom racing and now his newest obsession, Quidditch, had left him in very good physical shape, with broad shoulders and a biceps he tended to subtly flex at pretty girls.
And yet, for the longest time, his sports and exercise habits had been… non-confrontational. In football, in racing, Raphael had bet on speed and nimbleness. Obstacles were swiftly avoided, his opponents had to catch him first, and even when they did, the priority was usually to hinder and delay him, keep him from scoring or reaching the finish line, rather than physical harm.
Then he'd switched to Quidditch, and boy, had that changed things. Ever gotten slammed in the stomach by several kilograms of iron with the force of a bat and a very determined classmate behind them because your attention had lapsed for just a moment? Well, Raphael had, and it was not pleasant. The hit had taken him clean off his broom, several crushed ribs inhibiting his breathing as he plummeted towards the ground, and he'd awoken in the infirmary, severely drugged with healing potions and more than a little woozy.
Falling off his broom was something he'd gotten used to, although he was luckily enough to have team mates that frequently caught him during another journey to the hard cold ground below. Bludger hits, however, were hard to get used to. Not impossible, though. Even for someone as elusive as Raphael, getting hit by a bludger or crashing to the ground at high speeds every now and then was unavoidable. A given, in this sport. The easy solution would have been to switch back to racing, but there was something addicting about Quidditch; a team element to it that he'd had in football as a child but that was missing in broom racing, where he spent most of his time speeding ahead and leaving his team behind. Scoring goals with the Quaffle (rarely), or subtly blatching opponents to the ground (frequently), while he bade his time waiting for a Beater position to free up on the team.
So he stayed. And took a hit, and another one. Visited the infirmary, regularly enough to be worrying at any non-magical school but likely still below average for a Quidditch player. Changed his eating regimen, and his workout routine, to build up endurance and body mass. (He had to buy new robes, a few months into the school year.) At least, by the end of it, a single Bludger was rarely enough to take him off his broom. (Two, however, were a different story.)
474 words.
STATUS: Approved, Catalina, 21st of December
Ability applications
Link to your trunk post: Here
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
WC: 439
PC: Charlotte Winfield
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
When Maurice began Beauxbatons at 11 years old, he was riding blind.
Magic perplexed him. The inconsistency of the wizarding world perplexed him. Everything sat in his mind like a meaningless lump, a dream finding ground and floating before his eyes. He imagined that at any moment he would awake and find it had all been a figment of his imagination. And yet, every morning he woke within the elegant walls of the large French school, and life persisted in the same tumultuous flow.
His magical proficiency had been notably limited during his first year, likely attributed to his heartless participation in class and his inability to focus on the teacher's droning. However, the flip switched the summer before his second year. A sort of privilege shock had occurred quite suddenly upon returning to his small townhouse in Pau, particularly upon seeing his family again. Their fascination with this new life of his was startling, but not unfounded. Their hope was even more of a shock, if not a bit frightening. It occurred to him very suddenly that magic was now a part of him. This was his life.
This realization was one he pondered quite deeply for the rest of that summer, and upon returning to school that fall, he entered back into his classes with a newfound spark of inspiration. He was suddenly very consciously aware of the fact that he was being watched. His parents and sister were anticipating something from this new life of his, separate from their own skepticism and confusion. They expected a degree of success, one that finally allowed him an opportunity to branch away from this life of insignificance.
The class that he seemed to flourish in the most, though, was Charms. When finally allowing himself to break from his mind and train his focus more on the spells and lessons in front of him. When given his full attention, he found that Charms was strangely quite enjoyable. There was a sort of thrill to going through the motions and seeing a real, tangible result. It was the single educational interest in his life aside from Astronomy that he felt he could really flourish in, and this new discovery excited him beyond belief.
He began devoting real time to it, studying outside of class, being an active participant in class, and eventually, he began to see real results. This was new territory for him, being successful in something he had never been directly passionate about. This worked to improve his perception of the wizarding world, and get him at least a few steps closer to feeling included in this foreign territory.
When Maurice began Beauxbatons at 11 years old, he was riding blind.
Magic perplexed him. The inconsistency of the wizarding world perplexed him. Everything sat in his mind like a meaningless lump, a dream finding ground and floating before his eyes. He imagined that at any moment he would awake and find it had all been a figment of his imagination. And yet, every morning he woke within the elegant walls of the large French school, and life persisted in the same tumultuous flow.
His magical proficiency had been notably limited during his first year, likely attributed to his heartless participation in class and his inability to focus on the teacher's droning. However, the flip switched the summer before his second year. A sort of privilege shock had occurred quite suddenly upon returning to his small townhouse in Pau, particularly upon seeing his family again. Their fascination with this new life of his was startling, but not unfounded. Their hope was even more of a shock, if not a bit frightening. It occurred to him very suddenly that magic was now a part of him. This was his life.
This realization was one he pondered quite deeply for the rest of that summer, and upon returning to school that fall, he entered back into his classes with a newfound spark of inspiration. He was suddenly very consciously aware of the fact that he was being watched. His parents and sister were anticipating something from this new life of his, separate from their own skepticism and confusion. They expected a degree of success, one that finally allowed him an opportunity to branch away from this life of insignificance.
The class that he seemed to flourish in the most, though, was Charms. When finally allowing himself to break from his mind and train his focus more on the spells and lessons in front of him. When given his full attention, he found that Charms was strangely quite enjoyable. There was a sort of thrill to going through the motions and seeing a real, tangible result. It was the single educational interest in his life aside from Astronomy that he felt he could really flourish in, and this new discovery excited him beyond belief.
He began devoting real time to it, studying outside of class, being an active participant in class, and eventually, he began to see real results. This was new territory for him, being successful in something he had never been directly passionate about. This worked to improve his perception of the wizarding world, and get him at least a few steps closer to feeling included in this foreign territory.
WC: 439
STATUS: Approved, Catalina, 16th of January
PC: Charlotte Winfield
Ability applications
Link to your trunk post: Link
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Dhampir
Describe why this fits your character:
Com estima e magia,
Lily gray
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Dhampir
Describe why this fits your character:
Reducio
Born from a human mother, Elena Cernătescu nee' Botezatu, who came from a pure-blooded wizarding family. Said family, the House of Botezatu, was quick to give their daughter's hand away in marriage, especially to a young handsome wizard, such as Constantin Cernătescu. Alas, after the birth of Nessa Cernătescu, who was registered as a half-breed, after a rather akward gobliun visit. The purity of Lord Cernătescu’s blood began to be put into question by the House of Botezatu. Both Lord and Lady Cernătescu, were hesitant to reveal Lord Cernătescu's nature, especially now with Nessa and another child soon on the way. Lady Cernătescu, was far from willing to risk the wrath of the Botezatu House and was willing to cut ties for a time.
Nessa's father, Constantin Cernătescu, had carried vampirism his whole life, and had always known his children would possess his vampiric traits as well. Marrying into Lord Cernătescu's family, Elena was also made aware of his disposition before marriage, but also how this would effect their future children.
It wasn't until 2018 that the Romanian Ministry had confirmed that Constantin Cernătescu was not merely associated with vampiric households, but was himself a vampire. The news spread like wildfire despite the family's best efforts, and had cast immediate scrutiny upon the legitimacy of the Cernătescu's marriage and, more importantly, upon the nature of the children born of it. Within weeks, Nessa Cernătescu and her sibling's blood status was reclassified under sealed Ministry authority, leaving their family at risk of legal seperation.
As they predicted, the Head of the Motezatu House, began to make public concerns for the children’s safety. With the help of the increasing hostility toward vampire affiliated wizarding families, the Botezatus's enacted custodial authority over Nessa and her siblings. With a swift and bias case, the children were quickly relocated to the House of Motezatu, where they would all attend Durmstrang.
Despite the Motezatu's best efforts to keep Nessa's nature a secret, her vampiric traits are shown through pretty evidently. Possessing the same pale skin as her father and a heavy dislike towards sunlight. Nessa does have her mother's eyes, but her pupils do tend to widen enough to appear black when not in the light. To truly add the topper to the cake of ill-hidden traits, Nessa possesses retractable fangs concealed behind otherwise normal gums. Although Nessa is very envious of her father's own fangs, whereas he does not possess a rather embarrassing gap in his pearly whites. Where she saddly does, due to being Dhampir and not Vampire.
Despite the stigma surrounding blood consumption, and the fact that Nessa is fully capable of surviving primarily on normal human food. Her Father raised her on nothing but blood, and was her preference as a young child, now older, she hesitates to do so. Aware of the social and ethical consequences of feeding on others (or even creatures), she strictly adheres to Ministry policy, and takes care to steer far from unappealing actions. She views these precautions as an inconvenience in most cases, but alas, her grandparents insist with the ritual-like seriousness she requires to attend school. And with good behavior comes a bag of bloodpops...yes, bloodpops. Rather a nasty candy, but its what distracts her from unsavery behavior, according to an 'expert'.
Nessa's father, Constantin Cernătescu, had carried vampirism his whole life, and had always known his children would possess his vampiric traits as well. Marrying into Lord Cernătescu's family, Elena was also made aware of his disposition before marriage, but also how this would effect their future children.
It wasn't until 2018 that the Romanian Ministry had confirmed that Constantin Cernătescu was not merely associated with vampiric households, but was himself a vampire. The news spread like wildfire despite the family's best efforts, and had cast immediate scrutiny upon the legitimacy of the Cernătescu's marriage and, more importantly, upon the nature of the children born of it. Within weeks, Nessa Cernătescu and her sibling's blood status was reclassified under sealed Ministry authority, leaving their family at risk of legal seperation.
As they predicted, the Head of the Motezatu House, began to make public concerns for the children’s safety. With the help of the increasing hostility toward vampire affiliated wizarding families, the Botezatus's enacted custodial authority over Nessa and her siblings. With a swift and bias case, the children were quickly relocated to the House of Motezatu, where they would all attend Durmstrang.
Despite the Motezatu's best efforts to keep Nessa's nature a secret, her vampiric traits are shown through pretty evidently. Possessing the same pale skin as her father and a heavy dislike towards sunlight. Nessa does have her mother's eyes, but her pupils do tend to widen enough to appear black when not in the light. To truly add the topper to the cake of ill-hidden traits, Nessa possesses retractable fangs concealed behind otherwise normal gums. Although Nessa is very envious of her father's own fangs, whereas he does not possess a rather embarrassing gap in his pearly whites. Where she saddly does, due to being Dhampir and not Vampire.
Despite the stigma surrounding blood consumption, and the fact that Nessa is fully capable of surviving primarily on normal human food. Her Father raised her on nothing but blood, and was her preference as a young child, now older, she hesitates to do so. Aware of the social and ethical consequences of feeding on others (or even creatures), she strictly adheres to Ministry policy, and takes care to steer far from unappealing actions. She views these precautions as an inconvenience in most cases, but alas, her grandparents insist with the ritual-like seriousness she requires to attend school. And with good behavior comes a bag of bloodpops...yes, bloodpops. Rather a nasty candy, but its what distracts her from unsavery behavior, according to an 'expert'.
DENIED - Sako 28 JAN
- Incorrect thread to place dhampir ability
Com estima e magia,
Lily gray
Ability applications
Link to your trunk post: Link
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Binding Mark
Describe why this fits your character: WC: 758
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Binding Mark
Describe why this fits your character: WC: 758
Reducio
The countless nervous glances cast over her shoulder had carved a thin line between Noel’s mother’s brows. Marietta Clavero had become paranoid. She would even admit it herself with a frustrated little smile at her own disposition. Strangers were inspected twice over from head to toe, guest books at events scrutinised, and invitations accepted only after a deep breath and a hesitant nod. Thus, Noel was confronted early on with the notion that the safest posture must include a generous portion of mistrust.
Over the years, that wing of fear had grown heavier above their small family of two. From frustrated sighs and unanswered questions to his dead grandmother, their own interpretations of the possible truth behind their family transformation from du Clermont to Clavero had grown. Images formed — of escaping eldritch terrors, of cults and criminal organisations — until even the neighbour earned suspicious glances from his mother through the kitchen window. As though the overture had thus been completed, the relocation followed in order to soothe Marietta’s frayed nerves. They left Italy for Austria, keeping only the few contacts Marietta deemed safe, carved in stone. Her job, for instance, seemed to her a rock in the surf, while their old neighbour did not.
Perhaps it was precisely that decisive resolution which took Noel by the metaphorical hand and led him into the same instinctive mistrust his Mother harboured. And so the twelve-year-old wandered through one of the three libraries of the abandoned du Clermont estate. It was one of those days on which he dared an excursion to the French border, using Floopowder stolen from his mother‘s bag. Fortunately, It was December. on Sundays Marietta loved to sleep well into the morning and Noel knew that before she awoke, he had to be back home. The winter holidays had swept snow and ice across the estate. Even the straying moss along the wooden floorboards seemed dusted white. Wearing shoes too elegant to pass as winter footwear, he set the smooth sole upon the ice. A quiet sigh escaped the lips. Granted a fleeting moment, his warm breath rose pale in the air, obscuring the spines of the books. For the pressure of time alone, his nerves lay barer than usual. With temperatures far too cold for his coat, he searched for the object of his journey. Weeks earlier, he had already set his mind upon it: a book on practical spells which an anonymous author, in the year 1910, had declared as particularly useful. From a previous search through the shelves, Noel knew it contained an entire chapter on what is known as the Binding Mark. Before discovering that book, Noel had never once heard of that, but it now haunted the back of his thoughts as a graceful solution to a problem his mother’s paranoia had planted. Noel had begun some years ago to brood over trust itself. And over those he had come to know in context. Without hesitation, his best friend Magnus Blackwood came to mind. In a world where even a long-standing neighbour was to be regarded with suspicion, Noel found himself drawn more strongly to those of his own age than to adults. Magnus was his closest friend, yet he mainly lived in Russia, far from Noel. Naturally, a book containing knowledge about something that could bind across distance, that could let you know, even without words, where the other was, had caught Noel’s attention. As though it could hear his growing impatience, it finally caught his searching eyes.
The dark-brown spine stood arrogantly beside two slimmer volumes in the corner of the shelf. Marked only with a printed year and the engraved words Useful Spells, it seemed to have waited for him. A faint smile formed upon the blond boy’s lips. Calmly, he reached for the binding and drew it free.
A memory flashed through his mind. Only a few days earlier Magnus had sent him his agreement to the plan. After being introduced to the idea, Magnus had needed only a few days before his owl arrived at Noel’s house. He would give Magnus a Binding Mark as soon as he had mastered the spell and could see his friend again in January at Durmstrang. Until then, there was much to read and learn over the next weeks. Noel lifted the heavy tome to his chest, turned, and leaned his back against the shelf. The bookmark he had left, already peeked from between the pages. Had it been able to speak, it would likely have wished him a warm «Welcome back.»
Over the years, that wing of fear had grown heavier above their small family of two. From frustrated sighs and unanswered questions to his dead grandmother, their own interpretations of the possible truth behind their family transformation from du Clermont to Clavero had grown. Images formed — of escaping eldritch terrors, of cults and criminal organisations — until even the neighbour earned suspicious glances from his mother through the kitchen window. As though the overture had thus been completed, the relocation followed in order to soothe Marietta’s frayed nerves. They left Italy for Austria, keeping only the few contacts Marietta deemed safe, carved in stone. Her job, for instance, seemed to her a rock in the surf, while their old neighbour did not.
Perhaps it was precisely that decisive resolution which took Noel by the metaphorical hand and led him into the same instinctive mistrust his Mother harboured. And so the twelve-year-old wandered through one of the three libraries of the abandoned du Clermont estate. It was one of those days on which he dared an excursion to the French border, using Floopowder stolen from his mother‘s bag. Fortunately, It was December. on Sundays Marietta loved to sleep well into the morning and Noel knew that before she awoke, he had to be back home. The winter holidays had swept snow and ice across the estate. Even the straying moss along the wooden floorboards seemed dusted white. Wearing shoes too elegant to pass as winter footwear, he set the smooth sole upon the ice. A quiet sigh escaped the lips. Granted a fleeting moment, his warm breath rose pale in the air, obscuring the spines of the books. For the pressure of time alone, his nerves lay barer than usual. With temperatures far too cold for his coat, he searched for the object of his journey. Weeks earlier, he had already set his mind upon it: a book on practical spells which an anonymous author, in the year 1910, had declared as particularly useful. From a previous search through the shelves, Noel knew it contained an entire chapter on what is known as the Binding Mark. Before discovering that book, Noel had never once heard of that, but it now haunted the back of his thoughts as a graceful solution to a problem his mother’s paranoia had planted. Noel had begun some years ago to brood over trust itself. And over those he had come to know in context. Without hesitation, his best friend Magnus Blackwood came to mind. In a world where even a long-standing neighbour was to be regarded with suspicion, Noel found himself drawn more strongly to those of his own age than to adults. Magnus was his closest friend, yet he mainly lived in Russia, far from Noel. Naturally, a book containing knowledge about something that could bind across distance, that could let you know, even without words, where the other was, had caught Noel’s attention. As though it could hear his growing impatience, it finally caught his searching eyes.
The dark-brown spine stood arrogantly beside two slimmer volumes in the corner of the shelf. Marked only with a printed year and the engraved words Useful Spells, it seemed to have waited for him. A faint smile formed upon the blond boy’s lips. Calmly, he reached for the binding and drew it free.
A memory flashed through his mind. Only a few days earlier Magnus had sent him his agreement to the plan. After being introduced to the idea, Magnus had needed only a few days before his owl arrived at Noel’s house. He would give Magnus a Binding Mark as soon as he had mastered the spell and could see his friend again in January at Durmstrang. Until then, there was much to read and learn over the next weeks. Noel lifted the heavy tome to his chest, turned, and leaned his back against the shelf. The bookmark he had left, already peeked from between the pages. Had it been able to speak, it would likely have wished him a warm «Welcome back.»
STATUS: Approved, Lawrence, 23rd February 2026
Ability applications
Link to your trunk post: Maria Leung de Almeida
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Spell Spread
Describe why this fits your character:
Maria has been repeatedly beaten, attacked, harassed, embarrassed, and humiliated by her family and close friends. One would suppose that this makes her weak, timid, and vulnerable but Maria takes it all and more until she can’t take it anymore. She is a fighter and her pride fuels her need to overcome. She often holds everything in until the magic erupts from her in often impressive displays of power. There are two examples of her latent abilities being called forth to handle either dangerous or pressurized situations.
The first example is over the summer when she was invited to visit her family in Macau after her father was exiled to Japan. After being greeted with open arms, her family dragged her out in the middle of the night and her cousins subjected her to a 3v1 duel. Though she fought gallantly, besting 2 of 3 of her opponents, she was ultimately forced to run, chased for sport. During the confrontation, her casting hand burnt, Maria revealed she was ambidextrous and with a flurry of emotion subdued her second assailant with a powerful glacius spell. The flashy spell however was not enough to win the day as her eldest cousin managed to disarm her and forced her to run.
Last summer proved to be one of constant struggle as the next time her magic surfaced in such an impressive display was at the summer camp. All she wanted was an ice cream to cool off from a rather complex situation when a bumbling red headed imbecile crossed her path and ruined her dress. Between her cousins and boys without manners, Maria had enough and, not giving the third year Ravenclaw a chance for escape, her emotions called forth the largest incendio it could muster. In fact, had the boy not cowered behind a snack stand he would have more than likely been burnt to a crisp.
Maria’s spell spread ability developed not because she wanted to be flashy or because she thinks she is better than others, though both are true as well, but as a matter of self-preservation that presents when her life is on the line or when she can’t bottle her emotions any longer. Because she is often ganged up on and made to be the punching bag, it necessitated her need to defend herself. One thing is for certain, the next time her family crosses her, she isn’t going to be the one being hunted for sport.
Maria Leung de Almeida is the iNPC of Dennis Tumberton
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Spell Spread
Describe why this fits your character:
Maria has been repeatedly beaten, attacked, harassed, embarrassed, and humiliated by her family and close friends. One would suppose that this makes her weak, timid, and vulnerable but Maria takes it all and more until she can’t take it anymore. She is a fighter and her pride fuels her need to overcome. She often holds everything in until the magic erupts from her in often impressive displays of power. There are two examples of her latent abilities being called forth to handle either dangerous or pressurized situations.
The first example is over the summer when she was invited to visit her family in Macau after her father was exiled to Japan. After being greeted with open arms, her family dragged her out in the middle of the night and her cousins subjected her to a 3v1 duel. Though she fought gallantly, besting 2 of 3 of her opponents, she was ultimately forced to run, chased for sport. During the confrontation, her casting hand burnt, Maria revealed she was ambidextrous and with a flurry of emotion subdued her second assailant with a powerful glacius spell. The flashy spell however was not enough to win the day as her eldest cousin managed to disarm her and forced her to run.
Last summer proved to be one of constant struggle as the next time her magic surfaced in such an impressive display was at the summer camp. All she wanted was an ice cream to cool off from a rather complex situation when a bumbling red headed imbecile crossed her path and ruined her dress. Between her cousins and boys without manners, Maria had enough and, not giving the third year Ravenclaw a chance for escape, her emotions called forth the largest incendio it could muster. In fact, had the boy not cowered behind a snack stand he would have more than likely been burnt to a crisp.
Maria’s spell spread ability developed not because she wanted to be flashy or because she thinks she is better than others, though both are true as well, but as a matter of self-preservation that presents when her life is on the line or when she can’t bottle her emotions any longer. Because she is often ganged up on and made to be the punching bag, it necessitated her need to defend herself. One thing is for certain, the next time her family crosses her, she isn’t going to be the one being hunted for sport.
STATUS: Approved, Lawrence, 23rd February 2026
Maria Leung de Almeida is the iNPC of Dennis Tumberton
Ability applications
Link to your trunk post: eden
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence 422/400
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioContent Warning: This application contains brief mentions of a deceased family member and parental grief.
When she was five-years-old, Eden’s life was upended. A long journey across the Atlantic Ocean brought her to her arrival in Ecuador, not long before her grandfather passed on. Her father was a wreck, there was no way to put it simply. Eden rarely saw him cry, despite how open he was with her. Her dad, a man she adored and looked up to, was falling apart and she couldn’t bear it.
That was when she learned about the healing effects of a steady hand on the shoulder and gentle hugs. Standing near her mom and dad during the burial, her small hands intertwined with theirs, keeping a gentle expression on her face as she mouthed the words, “It’ll all be okay.” During the three day wake that followed suit, Eden watched for any signals from her grandma, any sign she was growing unsteady or sad, so she could rush to her side and cover her in a tight hug.
She learned to read subtle tremors in shoulders, of wavering glances, of damp eyes, and she learned to comfort them. Eden had always had a deep love and trust for all of her family members. Standing strong became her speciality and offering a kind, patient smile to others was her forte.
After she’d grown up a bit and was officially settled in Ecuador, her aunt Ana’s restaurant became a frequent spot she was at. When a rough wave of clients and tourists came through the colorful doors and she saw the way Ana’s hands flew to subconsciously smooth her already smooth hair, the way her eyes twitched and her lips firmed into a line, Eden jumped into action. She’d wander back to the kitchen, perch by the counter, and quietly offer to help Ana with whatever she needed.
Her aunt’s typical response was, “Love, you always know when to step in” before smoothing a strand of wavy hair away from Eden’s face.
It followed her to school, too. Everyone was nervous, even if their family had been attending Castelobruxo for the last twelve hundred generations or whatever, they all felt a similar wave of anxiety. Mirroring the same behavior she’d exhibited during her grandpa’s funeral or whenever else she needed it, she sent small smiles to her new classmates, whispering to let them know she was nervous too, even if she didn’t feel quite anxious, and that it would all be okay.
She just wanted everyone to feel that, no matter what, someone out there knew they were going to be okay.
Link to your trunk post: eden
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: The Muggle Condition 441/400
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioEden grew up recognizing her family unique from the average magical family. Beyond making a cross-continental move from Portugal to Ecuador at a young age, Eden’s mother was one of the few magical figures in her life. She always had a deep admiration for her mom’s easy way of chanting spells or mixing potions in addition to her father’s knowledge of muggle endeavors. She took it upon herself to follow in their footsteps and make the best of both worlds.
When she was very young, not long after becoming a witch, her father attempted to set her towards the magical life, claiming it would suit her better. It wasn’t that he didn’t care for her, Eden was one of the most important people to him, he wished for her to have the best life possible.
“No, papá,” she would refute. “If I balanced both my national cultures, I will balance both my magical cultures. It doesn’t matter to me if one is apparently “better” than the other, I want to understand them both.”
And so he agreed.
Her mother was thrilled to have a daughter who was a witch. Beatriz had always considered herself the “black sheep” of the family, the only witch in an otherwise muggle family. She herself had struggled with magic in school, mostly due to the lack of exposure at her home. Beatriz would’ve hated to see her daughter struggle the same way she had.
So, in the months leading up to Eden’s arrival at Castelobruxo, Eden spent mornings at the docks with her papá, watching the way he and his friends masterfully tied the ropes and cast their lures into the sea, all while chatting in flying Spanish and laughing about whatever silly their their kids had gotten into. Afternoons were spent at her Aunt Ana’s restaurant, learning to cook traditional Ecuadorian foods and laughing at the town gossip.
After lunch at the restaurant, Eden made it a habit to head home to help her mãe finish laundry or whatever chores had yet to be done. While she pulled sheets and pillow cases from every bed, she watched her mother flick her wrist and magically complete the laundry.
“One day,” she would tell Eden, “you will do this, too.”
Eden couldn’t wait. After her first year at Castelobruxo came and passed like a snap of the fingers, her sense of the magical community in which she belonged only strengthened. The half-blood daughter of Carlos and Beatriz Lorenz-Alves found herself in awe of how beautiful it was to not only be a witch, but see the world through the lives of both normality and magic every day.
Link to your trunk post: eden
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Rebound 438/400
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioEden’s discovery of Quidditch shocked her. She’d grown up swimming and dancing, not whipping around on a wooden broom in midair and trying not to get a concussion from a stray bludger! But nevertheless, something about the widely dangerous sport seemed to appeal to her. It was completely out of the ordinary.
The first time she’d heard the strange game mentioned was at home during a brutally hot day in Ecuador over the summer before her third year. Her mom, wiping beads of frantic sweat dripping down her forehead, laughed about how she’d complain about playing Quidditch in rain or shine when she was at school.
“Quidditch?” Eden returned. Some things were still foreign to the half-blood who always seemed to have her nose tucked away from classic magical details. She’d heard brief mentions, but never fully understood the oddity of the sport.
“Please tell me I explained quidditch to you!” gasped her mom before starting on a detailed retelling of the rules, regulations, and pure insanity that made up the game of Quidditch.
Eden was hooked.
Her mom, a former Beater, encouraged Eden’s fascination with the magical sport. Within a few short weeks, Eden had a full understanding of the rules. When she returned to Castelobruxo, she put her new skills to use, practicing on a school broom whenever she had the chance.
Wanting to be just as good as her mom at Quidditch, she focused specifically on honing the talents of a Beater. While she wasn’t yet part of Castelobruxo’s Quidditch team, she wanted to be good enough to join them. She’d missed the action in her first and second years, there was no way she could walk in late with no talent for the game whatsoever.
She had to make her mom proud.
Eden’s main focus was on practicing rebounds, keeping herself and a team protected. Her mom had given her a handful of tips at home, the perfect way to hold a bat, the way to stay balanced on a broom, how to duck from a speeding bludger. Eden put it all to use when she practiced.
Frequently, Eden would send letters back home to Ecuador, excited to tell her mom about a Quidditch skill she’d mastered, or asking for help on a trick she couldn’t seem to master.
But then, one day, Eden found herself able to execute a rebound after months of practice. She was ecstatic. Eden felt worthy to continue her mother’s Quidditch legacy after figuring out how to reroute bludgers sent her way. If nothing else, it helped calm her fears about getting brutally hit by one of the bludgers!
STATUS: APPROVED - SAKO , 7 MARCH
- Calming Presence
- Muggle Condition
- Rebound
I PROTECT THE FAMILY
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Ability applications
Link to your trunk post: Nestor
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Steady Flier (678/400)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Steady Flier (678/400)
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
Nestor knew early on of his adoration for brooms ever since he was first introduced to it by his father. He knew by then what he wanted to be when he grew up — a broom racer.
In the early mornings, often before his parents, he would wake up and sneak outside to the endless fields that stretched out on the back of their house through the broken kitchen window, which was where his thin frame came in use. Then, he would take out his father's old broomstick that he used way back when he was young as his parents hadn't yet agreed in buying him his own broom.
And for hours and hours he would speed through the fields alone, even after his parents called him back to breakfast with steaming coffee cups in their hands he still wouldn't come down unless his parents wpuld threaten to take away his broom privileges for a month.
He flew and he flew and flew, from before the sun rose 'till it fell, nobody was stopping this young boy from pursuing what he wanted. His eyes were already set clearly in his eyes, for he knew that when he gave up on this dream of his, he wouldn't be able to forguve himself. Even after countless people had told him that he would be better of having a boring ministry job and that his chances of ever making it to the American broom racing team were thin, he stil didn't let those snidy little comments wear him off from continuing what he was greatly passionate of.
Sure, sometimes he would spend wasted evenings zoning out in his bed, staring endlessly at the painted star ceiling that he spent hours at 'till his hands and wrists were sore and painted. Then he thought, if I could do that for hours, wihout giving up at all, and still end up with such a beautiful masterpiece, how much more could I be if I had that same mindset when flying?
And that was what fueled his motivation — well that and his sister, who was always supportive of whatever he did.
He wasn't exactly what he would call himself a professional, since after all, he was still quite young; but there was one unceremonious event that was still clearly plastered in his mind so much so that it became the center and the beginning of his dream.
It was like any other morning, but something had creeped up onto him while he was sleeping that latched onto him like some sickly goo — and that was if he flew anywhere other than open fields. And soe he did, he flew through the trees not far away from their house, through the roofs and pathways of the village but still careful enough not to be seen by morning people, then, and ambitious idea hit him like a ton of bricks.
There was a church near the center of their village, and beside that church, there was a bell tower, and above the bell tower, there was a small spot in between the roof and the ceiling that held the bell that was small enough for him to fly through without having to bend his back.
He didn't know what possesed him exactly to have thought of something like that, but the next thing he knew, he was already standing on one of the roofs, broom already between his legs, then he kicked hard against the teracotta slopes of the roof. The whole thing was excruciatingly slow, the wind whistling in his ears as he braced for impact, yet still his hands and legs remained firmly held on the broom, then, he weaved through it easily wihtout even slightly grazing himself on the concrete pillars.
And the news of him making it on the Ilvermorny Broom Racing team had caught him in quite a daze; a very cheerful daze that is. And from then on he knew that whatever happened, he was definitely not giving up on this "useless" dream of his — not even in a million years.
In the early mornings, often before his parents, he would wake up and sneak outside to the endless fields that stretched out on the back of their house through the broken kitchen window, which was where his thin frame came in use. Then, he would take out his father's old broomstick that he used way back when he was young as his parents hadn't yet agreed in buying him his own broom.
And for hours and hours he would speed through the fields alone, even after his parents called him back to breakfast with steaming coffee cups in their hands he still wouldn't come down unless his parents wpuld threaten to take away his broom privileges for a month.
He flew and he flew and flew, from before the sun rose 'till it fell, nobody was stopping this young boy from pursuing what he wanted. His eyes were already set clearly in his eyes, for he knew that when he gave up on this dream of his, he wouldn't be able to forguve himself. Even after countless people had told him that he would be better of having a boring ministry job and that his chances of ever making it to the American broom racing team were thin, he stil didn't let those snidy little comments wear him off from continuing what he was greatly passionate of.
Sure, sometimes he would spend wasted evenings zoning out in his bed, staring endlessly at the painted star ceiling that he spent hours at 'till his hands and wrists were sore and painted. Then he thought, if I could do that for hours, wihout giving up at all, and still end up with such a beautiful masterpiece, how much more could I be if I had that same mindset when flying?
And that was what fueled his motivation — well that and his sister, who was always supportive of whatever he did.
He wasn't exactly what he would call himself a professional, since after all, he was still quite young; but there was one unceremonious event that was still clearly plastered in his mind so much so that it became the center and the beginning of his dream.
It was like any other morning, but something had creeped up onto him while he was sleeping that latched onto him like some sickly goo — and that was if he flew anywhere other than open fields. And soe he did, he flew through the trees not far away from their house, through the roofs and pathways of the village but still careful enough not to be seen by morning people, then, and ambitious idea hit him like a ton of bricks.
There was a church near the center of their village, and beside that church, there was a bell tower, and above the bell tower, there was a small spot in between the roof and the ceiling that held the bell that was small enough for him to fly through without having to bend his back.
He didn't know what possesed him exactly to have thought of something like that, but the next thing he knew, he was already standing on one of the roofs, broom already between his legs, then he kicked hard against the teracotta slopes of the roof. The whole thing was excruciatingly slow, the wind whistling in his ears as he braced for impact, yet still his hands and legs remained firmly held on the broom, then, he weaved through it easily wihtout even slightly grazing himself on the concrete pillars.
And the news of him making it on the Ilvermorny Broom Racing team had caught him in quite a daze; a very cheerful daze that is. And from then on he knew that whatever happened, he was definitely not giving up on this "useless" dream of his — not even in a million years.
STATUS: pending — Santiago, 14/03/26
Reasons for pending:
-While the application shows Nestor’s dedication to flying, it does not yet demonstrate him handling or navigating obstacles, which is central to the Steady Flier ability. Please add a scene or example where he successfully flies through or around obstacles to better illustrate the skill.
Edited — Nestor (03/13/26)
STATUS: Approved, — Santiago, 15/03/26
Ability applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Part-Veela
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Part-Veela
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
I have dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I have clear skin and a curvy body. I have average height. I'm half blood and I'm proud of it. I love wearing trending clothes, and because of the way I'm built, everything suits me. Brown hair is my original hair color, and my original eye color is also hazel. People in school hated me, but I was always said to be the prettiest girl in school. " Most likely to be crushed on." This was written in my year book. I was also said to be the best singer in school, "voice like an angel" or "heavenly voice my dear" were the most common compliments I got, followed by " such a beautiful girl" by muggles and " are u part veela?" by wizards or witches. Even if I do have dark brown hair, any color suits me. When I was 10, me and my mum went to a wig store. The lady over there was really kind, so she let me try on wigs. I tried each and every color. Took me 1 and a half hour. It was amazing. I was styling with every wig. My mum was laughing. Then I tried the blond one. My mum was shocked! The lady was too. She have me the wig for free, saying that she had not seen anyone look so good in a wig. 
I'm courageous, self aware and very confident, but I have a flaw... I'm too proud. Well I have limited it. I'm not the always happy and funny girl, but more like the sassy one. I tend to lose my calm all the time. I don't know why. I snap all the time too. I'm always up for a good competition, but I hate it when I lose.
I'm courageous, self aware and very confident, but I have a flaw... I'm too proud. Well I have limited it. I'm not the always happy and funny girl, but more like the sassy one. I tend to lose my calm all the time. I don't know why. I snap all the time too. I'm always up for a good competition, but I hate it when I lose.
Denied, Célestine, March 28