Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence
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Evander Harvey Beauchamp does not owe this skill to any kind of magic but to a long experience in making other people feel comfortable. He grew up in a house where courtesy was perceived as caring about another person rather than social politeness. Since his early childhood, he had been learning from his parents that even small things mattered: greeting servants personally, listening attentively and not interrupting, helping without being asked, and paying attention to everyone present in the room. Such things have been ingrained into him during many years of etiquette lessons, dinner parties, charity balls and other similar occasions.
Nevertheless, this feature of his character got its final polish after he lost his childhood friend. Having lost the only one true friend, he learned not to trust easily but to pay special attention to other people's feelings. Instead of standing out, he began to create an atmosphere for the other to talk. Slowly but surely, people started turning to him in times of stress, finding that conversation with him is oddly calming.
When Evander reached Hogwarts, he already had many years of experience in offering this subtle support subconsciously. He remembers facts about people, understands when they are feeling nervous, and helps to relax by adjusting his tone and behavior accordingly. In team projects, he is usually the person preventing arguments from happening, helping shy students open up, and cheering up people who are lacking confidence.
But this effect does not stem purely from his charisma. No, he is consistent and trustworthy, listens carefully, stays cool and collected when other people lose control, and knows that understanding is much more valuable than trying to win someone over. And thus, just by being there, Evander makes the people around him more relaxed and focused on their spells, studying, and choices. He is never the center of attention, and yet, somehow, he makes people feel that everything is going to be okay soon.
STATUS: Pending, Santiago, 7/7/2026
Reasons for pending:
- The application is not currently meeting our 400 word requirement.
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: lalala
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: The Martial Artist
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC (without the note at the end): 558
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: The Martial Artist
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC (without the note at the end): 558
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Ophelia liked to think she was an independent person, merely because she was always told that. Those statements made her want to prove her independence, one way of it being wanting to prove others wrong, if they said she couldn't do something.
In the older generation of her family, it was, wrongly, normalized to tell women that they were weak and needed men's help. Of course, Ophelia wasn't born in that situation, and she disliked anyone saying those words to her, also often making a disgusted face whenever she heard an older family member tell a female one that they'd need help doing something because they were 'weak'; and Ophelia didn't want to be weak.
Her father, also someone who hated that mindset, practiced taekwondo ever since he was a child. Ophelia wanted to prove that she was stronger than those old men, which was what she called them. Her father liked that and decided to sign her up for martial arts, any one she liked, as long as she did one; he thought it'd come in handy, hoped she would never use it, but it was best if she knew how to protect herself anyway.
So, she did, reluctantly at first when she was forced to try karate and taekwondo. Yeah, for unknown reasons, those weren't her thing. Her father, being her father, found another dojo, where they taught karate and kickboxing. Knowing she didn't find joy in karate -because it'd still be a hobby and one should enjoy their hobbies-, he signed her up for a trial lesson in kickboxing. How did that turn out? Well, the nine-year-old enjoyed it very much. The courses were divided by age, and kickboxing courses ranged from 6-year-olds to 12-year-olds, and 13 years and above.
Ophelia went to training three times a week. At first, typical for a beginner, she wasn't very confident in her abilities and strength. Though over time, she got faster and stronger. After he first belt exam, she could officially spar with the more experienced students, but was still careful not to injure them or not to land her punches to hurt badly.
Belt exams were every four months, but not everyone got invited to them. You'd have to have been training in the dojo for a specific number of units after each belt exam, those units getting more after a specific belt, and you'd have to have the right technique. Of course, Ophelia was always present at training, unless she was in vacation or sick. Resulting to her having a blue belt at the age of eleven, almost twelve.
She was always careful when training with younger or less experienced students. She'd correct them if they did something wrong that would've resulted to an injury if it were a real-life situation, and she would match their speed and strength so that she didn't seem weaker or slower; what she also did with more experienced students.
It didn't occur a lot that she wanted to punch someone or something, if it happened at all. She still got annoyed when someone said she was weak, wanting so desperately to prove them wrong, but didn't want to overexaggerate. Outside of training, she sometimes practiced techniques from her father and got feedback from him. The feedback she got from him and from her teachers helped her to improve a lot.
Her having a blue belt is technically realistic. OOC, I've been doing kickboxing as well, hence why I decided it'd be good to choose this martial art for her to do, since I knew some stuff. I started almost a year ago and am already an orange-belt, although we have belts in between (white, white-yellow, yellow, yellow-orange, etc.). I decided for her dojo not to use this "belts in between" system and have the normal system. Of course, ever since she started Hogwarts, she couldn't go to training, and it'd be unrealistic for her to move up as fast. The blue belt is from right before she started Hogwarts at the age of 11. She'd still be training in the summer, but wouldn't move up really quickly. Her next belt (purple), she would get after she finished Hogwarts, because of a lore that I'm planning and because she wouldn't go to training frequently.
In the older generation of her family, it was, wrongly, normalized to tell women that they were weak and needed men's help. Of course, Ophelia wasn't born in that situation, and she disliked anyone saying those words to her, also often making a disgusted face whenever she heard an older family member tell a female one that they'd need help doing something because they were 'weak'; and Ophelia didn't want to be weak.
Her father, also someone who hated that mindset, practiced taekwondo ever since he was a child. Ophelia wanted to prove that she was stronger than those old men, which was what she called them. Her father liked that and decided to sign her up for martial arts, any one she liked, as long as she did one; he thought it'd come in handy, hoped she would never use it, but it was best if she knew how to protect herself anyway.
So, she did, reluctantly at first when she was forced to try karate and taekwondo. Yeah, for unknown reasons, those weren't her thing. Her father, being her father, found another dojo, where they taught karate and kickboxing. Knowing she didn't find joy in karate -because it'd still be a hobby and one should enjoy their hobbies-, he signed her up for a trial lesson in kickboxing. How did that turn out? Well, the nine-year-old enjoyed it very much. The courses were divided by age, and kickboxing courses ranged from 6-year-olds to 12-year-olds, and 13 years and above.
Ophelia went to training three times a week. At first, typical for a beginner, she wasn't very confident in her abilities and strength. Though over time, she got faster and stronger. After he first belt exam, she could officially spar with the more experienced students, but was still careful not to injure them or not to land her punches to hurt badly.
Belt exams were every four months, but not everyone got invited to them. You'd have to have been training in the dojo for a specific number of units after each belt exam, those units getting more after a specific belt, and you'd have to have the right technique. Of course, Ophelia was always present at training, unless she was in vacation or sick. Resulting to her having a blue belt at the age of eleven, almost twelve.
She was always careful when training with younger or less experienced students. She'd correct them if they did something wrong that would've resulted to an injury if it were a real-life situation, and she would match their speed and strength so that she didn't seem weaker or slower; what she also did with more experienced students.
It didn't occur a lot that she wanted to punch someone or something, if it happened at all. She still got annoyed when someone said she was weak, wanting so desperately to prove them wrong, but didn't want to overexaggerate. Outside of training, she sometimes practiced techniques from her father and got feedback from him. The feedback she got from him and from her teachers helped her to improve a lot.
Her having a blue belt is technically realistic. OOC, I've been doing kickboxing as well, hence why I decided it'd be good to choose this martial art for her to do, since I knew some stuff. I started almost a year ago and am already an orange-belt, although we have belts in between (white, white-yellow, yellow, yellow-orange, etc.). I decided for her dojo not to use this "belts in between" system and have the normal system. Of course, ever since she started Hogwarts, she couldn't go to training, and it'd be unrealistic for her to move up as fast. The blue belt is from right before she started Hogwarts at the age of 11. She'd still be training in the summer, but wouldn't move up really quickly. Her next belt (purple), she would get after she finished Hogwarts, because of a lore that I'm planning and because she wouldn't go to training frequently.
STATUS: Approved, Santiago, 7/7/2026
Ability Applications
link to ency: anagenesis
name of ability: spell spread
describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): wc: 732/400
name of ability: spell spread
describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): wc: 732/400
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She was a duellist now. Dutiful practice was really the only way to go.
Eugenia had almost missed the entirety of last year. Chased for her “status” and her family’s money was something that resulted in her hiding for almost the entirety of her third school year in a house, instead of being in a school practicing. She didn’t fall behind, per se. But many months of not being able to practice magic did take a toll on her. When she returned, albeit with a new identity, her first priority was books. And what better way to get firsthand experience than in duelling?
It was her first duel when she saw a fellow third year, at the time, perform something she considered extremely impressive. Her fire making spell did not target only Eugenia, but her teammate as well, who didn’t evade like she did. This technique and split of the spell was something she had rarely seen done by students, for it seemed quite dangerous and difficult. So, like any confusing piece of magic, it made the gears in the Greek’s brain spin faster.
So, in the few days after the duels, she frequented the duelling room. This wouldn’t be her last duel; at least she hoped so. Why not master such a useful skill by the next time she plays? Why not be more prepared for the next time she is on stage?
Mostly, her attempts were grand failures. One time after the other, she would cast wonderfully pronounced spells, wave her wand just right, but see nothing but a singular beam of light. While she improved enough to return to her previous level of spell casting, her craving or perfection was not yet satisfied. She had come to fulfil the goal of a split, yet she was consistently getting the same results; excellent per se, but not splits.
By the end of June, she felt as if she had been wearing the training dummies down. Eugenia visited the duelling club at least once per day and stayed for a minimum of half an hour, so she could focus on her studies. Some days, when her programme was quite empty and she was feeling adventurous, she would spend hours trying to find the way to do that magnificent split.
Despite her many failures, she knew giving up was not an option. If she had known it when she was being chased, maybe it would have been easier. Maybe it would save her life, maybe it was so crucial, she had to persevere even during the summer holidays. Do more and more. Days before the end of the school year, she was in the duelling club when she tried a flipendo. Her mind was set on the goal, and she entered a new flow state. She was absolutely concentrated when she cast and to her delight, the beam of light split into two. Two identical spells both hitting their intended targets, the sheer force of the spell making them actually topple over.
And the witch herself was elated.
The next few days, she managed to achieve such a feat more times, her precision improved and she managed to control her spells better. The spell didn’t come naturally to her, but it was much easier to perform such a split when she willed it so. Lady Luck had given her the reins of success and she could finally use them, one spell at a time, one split at a time.
She wasn’t one for dramatics; rather, she preferred practicality. But in a duel, you have to be quick and powerful. What better way than two spells at the same time? With the control on her wand and the prowess of her spells, she had potential. She could succeed and she could duel better. After leaving quidditch, she though that even if it provided training and the much needed escape from the fear of inadequacy, joining duelling was a rash choice, seeing how all the other duellists seemed better at the field than her. But now, she felt more suited to duelling, as if this experience had broadened her horizons.
And if she ever needed to defend herself and her people again, she knew that she could take down enemies better, two at a time. And momentarily, the young heiress felt satisfied.
Eugenia had almost missed the entirety of last year. Chased for her “status” and her family’s money was something that resulted in her hiding for almost the entirety of her third school year in a house, instead of being in a school practicing. She didn’t fall behind, per se. But many months of not being able to practice magic did take a toll on her. When she returned, albeit with a new identity, her first priority was books. And what better way to get firsthand experience than in duelling?
It was her first duel when she saw a fellow third year, at the time, perform something she considered extremely impressive. Her fire making spell did not target only Eugenia, but her teammate as well, who didn’t evade like she did. This technique and split of the spell was something she had rarely seen done by students, for it seemed quite dangerous and difficult. So, like any confusing piece of magic, it made the gears in the Greek’s brain spin faster.
So, in the few days after the duels, she frequented the duelling room. This wouldn’t be her last duel; at least she hoped so. Why not master such a useful skill by the next time she plays? Why not be more prepared for the next time she is on stage?
Mostly, her attempts were grand failures. One time after the other, she would cast wonderfully pronounced spells, wave her wand just right, but see nothing but a singular beam of light. While she improved enough to return to her previous level of spell casting, her craving or perfection was not yet satisfied. She had come to fulfil the goal of a split, yet she was consistently getting the same results; excellent per se, but not splits.
By the end of June, she felt as if she had been wearing the training dummies down. Eugenia visited the duelling club at least once per day and stayed for a minimum of half an hour, so she could focus on her studies. Some days, when her programme was quite empty and she was feeling adventurous, she would spend hours trying to find the way to do that magnificent split.
Despite her many failures, she knew giving up was not an option. If she had known it when she was being chased, maybe it would have been easier. Maybe it would save her life, maybe it was so crucial, she had to persevere even during the summer holidays. Do more and more. Days before the end of the school year, she was in the duelling club when she tried a flipendo. Her mind was set on the goal, and she entered a new flow state. She was absolutely concentrated when she cast and to her delight, the beam of light split into two. Two identical spells both hitting their intended targets, the sheer force of the spell making them actually topple over.
And the witch herself was elated.
The next few days, she managed to achieve such a feat more times, her precision improved and she managed to control her spells better. The spell didn’t come naturally to her, but it was much easier to perform such a split when she willed it so. Lady Luck had given her the reins of success and she could finally use them, one spell at a time, one split at a time.
She wasn’t one for dramatics; rather, she preferred practicality. But in a duel, you have to be quick and powerful. What better way than two spells at the same time? With the control on her wand and the prowess of her spells, she had potential. She could succeed and she could duel better. After leaving quidditch, she though that even if it provided training and the much needed escape from the fear of inadequacy, joining duelling was a rash choice, seeing how all the other duellists seemed better at the field than her. But now, she felt more suited to duelling, as if this experience had broadened her horizons.
And if she ever needed to defend herself and her people again, she knew that she could take down enemies better, two at a time. And momentarily, the young heiress felt satisfied.
STATUS: Approved, Santiago, 7/7/2026
Ability Applications
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Name of ability that you are applying for: Nonverbal Magic
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I want to know who I am. I want to survive this world. I am here now, and I want to live also after my death, through my knowledge and abilities.
Name of ability that you are applying for: Nonverbal Magic
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Gaia sometimes can fall into selective mutism. She doesn't have a real diagnosis of that, but her grandmother often helped her in these moments, when the kid couldn't talk at all. Sadly, her continued to have this problem also in school years; first in muggle school, then at Hogwarts.
These moments always made her feel bad and embarrassed.
Then, in the summer before of her second year, she decided to prepare a sort of deck of cards where to write simple words and sentences, for let her to have an easier way for communicate when Gaia can't talk properly.
She was afraid to don't be able to talk in moments of needing, when she would have to cast a spell.
At school, searching in books, the girl discovered that was possible to cast spells without to be verbal.
Obviously this wouldn’t solve her problems with communication, but could save her life. It wasn’t something so irrelevant…
She started to exercise this ability, trying to cast simple spells without talking.
With wand in her hand, thinking with big intensity at the words of the spell, and also, especially, its effect, Gaia was gaining confidence with her magic inner self.
One day, after many attempts, she tried again to cast a simple spell, alone, near to a big tree, not too much distant from the Lake. Many students was walking there, since at first days of lessons professors didn’t give too much homework. Many of them looked at her, a little girl, skinny and with bizarre haircut, swinging her wand without say a single word. Probably some of them understood what she was attempting to do, especially the older students.
Gaia tried to ignore their interrogative gazes, even if any of them seemed had bad intentions, like also only prank her.
She never had for now real problems at school, neither in muggle one and Hogwarts too. But everything can change anytime, so it is good to be prepared.
Selective mutism makes her vulnerable and isolated, sort of. She always hated that, since she has memories of that.
Her real comfort was Agatha, her little bunny, and in that moment she was hopping around her, eating some delicious green grass and flowers. Also her own poop… fact that Gaia always find funny and disgusting at same time.
Gaia watched Agatha, then returned to try to do the simple cast, a levitation one on an old branch on the ground.
And, with her lips closed, pale blue eyes shining of determination, Gaia swing her wand and…
“Yes! Finally!”
The little branch started to levitate, under the control of Gaia, without she had to say a single word!
(Words: 444)
Gaia sometimes can fall into selective mutism. She doesn't have a real diagnosis of that, but her grandmother often helped her in these moments, when the kid couldn't talk at all. Sadly, her continued to have this problem also in school years; first in muggle school, then at Hogwarts.
These moments always made her feel bad and embarrassed.
Then, in the summer before of her second year, she decided to prepare a sort of deck of cards where to write simple words and sentences, for let her to have an easier way for communicate when Gaia can't talk properly.
She was afraid to don't be able to talk in moments of needing, when she would have to cast a spell.
At school, searching in books, the girl discovered that was possible to cast spells without to be verbal.
Obviously this wouldn’t solve her problems with communication, but could save her life. It wasn’t something so irrelevant…
She started to exercise this ability, trying to cast simple spells without talking.
With wand in her hand, thinking with big intensity at the words of the spell, and also, especially, its effect, Gaia was gaining confidence with her magic inner self.
One day, after many attempts, she tried again to cast a simple spell, alone, near to a big tree, not too much distant from the Lake. Many students was walking there, since at first days of lessons professors didn’t give too much homework. Many of them looked at her, a little girl, skinny and with bizarre haircut, swinging her wand without say a single word. Probably some of them understood what she was attempting to do, especially the older students.
Gaia tried to ignore their interrogative gazes, even if any of them seemed had bad intentions, like also only prank her.
She never had for now real problems at school, neither in muggle one and Hogwarts too. But everything can change anytime, so it is good to be prepared.
Selective mutism makes her vulnerable and isolated, sort of. She always hated that, since she has memories of that.
Her real comfort was Agatha, her little bunny, and in that moment she was hopping around her, eating some delicious green grass and flowers. Also her own poop… fact that Gaia always find funny and disgusting at same time.
Gaia watched Agatha, then returned to try to do the simple cast, a levitation one on an old branch on the ground.
And, with her lips closed, pale blue eyes shining of determination, Gaia swing her wand and…
“Yes! Finally!”
The little branch started to levitate, under the control of Gaia, without she had to say a single word!
(Words: 444)
STATUS: Denied, Santiago, 7/7/2026
This is a fifth year ability.
I want to know who I am. I want to survive this world. I am here now, and I want to live also after my death, through my knowledge and abilities.
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character (not why you, the player, want it):
Perfectionist - 406/400
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character (not why you, the player, want it):
Perfectionist - 406/400
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Growing up, Marcella had been spoiled with love and care by her family. As an only child she had everything a girl could only dream of. But those weren’t what Marcella prided in. Her main rule in life was that her wealth wasn’t what her parents or grandparents had earned but rather what she had earned. Marcella always wanted everything to be perfect and thrived to be perfect too. She was careful in everything she done, she analyzed and dissected each and everything. Whether it be a conversation, selecting an outfit, a book or a lesson. Everything in her room was perfected by her so many times. Her bed would be made neatly, her study table would be arranged in a way that’s pleasing to her, and the books on her bookshelf would be organized by colour, size, and by the alphabetical order, and the clothes in her wardrobe would be arranged by colour and brand. So as soon as Marcella had shown signs of magic, she started to work very hard and spent every waking minute with a book in her hand; memorizing, practicing, understanding, and perfecting. Magic is not easy, even a simple potion or a spell requires skill and precision. Quitting isn’t an option at all. She would never, ever lose nor would she ever quit. It just wasn’t in her book of rules.
That was an immense pride swelled in her chest when others complimented her form, her memory and her academic success. Those were things that had not come naturally, but things that had come to her through practice, patience and precision, so she could the best version of herself. Marcella did make mistakes — without them she wouldn’t be so perfect, but those mistakes were found and ironed out immediately, by Marcella’s drive to never have her weakness exploited.
Before any class, she’d ask her seniors for their notes on the lessons. She’d ask questions to her teachers. Ensuring that she’d always improve and never fail. Marcella was determined to leave a legacy in her name. In her first year, she did everything she could. She practiced incantations and wand movements, memorized potion recipes, uses of various plants and studied theory in every class until it had become common sense to her. The wand movement and method for so many basic charms, spells and potions had become muscle memory. She would never let herself fail in any moment of her life.
That was an immense pride swelled in her chest when others complimented her form, her memory and her academic success. Those were things that had not come naturally, but things that had come to her through practice, patience and precision, so she could the best version of herself. Marcella did make mistakes — without them she wouldn’t be so perfect, but those mistakes were found and ironed out immediately, by Marcella’s drive to never have her weakness exploited.
Before any class, she’d ask her seniors for their notes on the lessons. She’d ask questions to her teachers. Ensuring that she’d always improve and never fail. Marcella was determined to leave a legacy in her name. In her first year, she did everything she could. She practiced incantations and wand movements, memorized potion recipes, uses of various plants and studied theory in every class until it had become common sense to her. The wand movement and method for so many basic charms, spells and potions had become muscle memory. She would never let herself fail in any moment of her life.
STATUS: Approved, Santiago, 7/7/2026
Ability Applications
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Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: The Martial Artist
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Wc 426
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: The Martial Artist
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Wc 426
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Jay hated being defenseless, hated it more than anything in the world and ever since her first bully she had vowed never to be defenseless against people like that for as long as she lived so she chose to do martial arts so she would never have to feel that way again.
The main ones she had practiced for years were MMA, boxing, kickboxing and Jujutsu. If we're being honest she wasn't perfect at any of them, she was just normal, average, standard, whatever you wanted to call it. Her mum had wanted her to train her abilities as a normal human. Muggle abilities, not just her witch or a metamorpmagus abilities, she wanted to be more than what books told her she could do.
After a few years she started to show promise, she was stronger, faster and more capable for her age than most, Jay practiced and practiced until she could defeat kids years older than her.
When she left for Hogwarts she feared her abilities would wane and leave her defenceless again and there was no way she would let that happen. Jay trained in her dorm, even if it was just punching the air, or kicking a pillow she still managed to stay in tune and ready for whatever came along.
She had quite a few bumps in the road while she was doing all this though, Muggle schools are never forgiving places for kids like her, weird, nerdy whatever people liked to call other that were different from them. Bullies liked to target her, her first instance of magic happened because of bullying but she knew how to stand them up without a huge fight, sometimes only words were needed for conflict like that, it mainly came from experience she thought. This changed though, soon enough Jay ended up morally ok with fighting when there is a good reason.
Physical violence was not uncommon around her, even if it was not directed at her personally. By being observant Jay could understand the way they fought. The way people moved when fighting, stances, stepping around. Almost always you could tell who knew what they were doing but sadly that person was always the bully. That was just the way the world worked for Jay.
Resorting to physical violence was never something Jay was taught to do so she taught herself. After seeing her best friend hospitalised Jay had no reason to hold back on those who hurt her and that was just fuel to the fire that was already built and burning.
The main ones she had practiced for years were MMA, boxing, kickboxing and Jujutsu. If we're being honest she wasn't perfect at any of them, she was just normal, average, standard, whatever you wanted to call it. Her mum had wanted her to train her abilities as a normal human. Muggle abilities, not just her witch or a metamorpmagus abilities, she wanted to be more than what books told her she could do.
After a few years she started to show promise, she was stronger, faster and more capable for her age than most, Jay practiced and practiced until she could defeat kids years older than her.
When she left for Hogwarts she feared her abilities would wane and leave her defenceless again and there was no way she would let that happen. Jay trained in her dorm, even if it was just punching the air, or kicking a pillow she still managed to stay in tune and ready for whatever came along.
She had quite a few bumps in the road while she was doing all this though, Muggle schools are never forgiving places for kids like her, weird, nerdy whatever people liked to call other that were different from them. Bullies liked to target her, her first instance of magic happened because of bullying but she knew how to stand them up without a huge fight, sometimes only words were needed for conflict like that, it mainly came from experience she thought. This changed though, soon enough Jay ended up morally ok with fighting when there is a good reason.
Physical violence was not uncommon around her, even if it was not directed at her personally. By being observant Jay could understand the way they fought. The way people moved when fighting, stances, stepping around. Almost always you could tell who knew what they were doing but sadly that person was always the bully. That was just the way the world worked for Jay.
Resorting to physical violence was never something Jay was taught to do so she taught herself. After seeing her best friend hospitalised Jay had no reason to hold back on those who hurt her and that was just fuel to the fire that was already built and burning.
STATUS: Approved, Santiago, 7/7/2026
My shop: The Garden Of Forgotten Dreams✦━━━━━━✦━━━━━━✦ “I’m not about to do whatever you tell me just to protect your ego.”
Ability Applications
Link to your trunk post: Zephyr
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: The Muggle Condition
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): wc: 631/400
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: The Muggle Condition
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): wc: 631/400
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Zephyr grew up on a family farm where he spent his childhood not knowing about magic. But even after knowing the existence of magical world, nothing changed at home and the way they do their daily tasks there. He would still help feed the animals before sunrise, gather eggs, repair fences, carry buckets filled with water, stack hay, and look after his younger sister whenever their parents were busy or away. If something needs fixing, his first instinct was to find a practical way to fix it instead of looking for a magical solution, it was simply how he was raised. He also attended a local muggle school before receiving his Hogwarts letter. Most of his friends were children from nearby farms or the village. They spent their free time playing sports, climbing trees, fishing in the stream, and exploring the countryside together. Those experiences taught him to come up with quick solution, work with whatever was available to him, and rely on his surroundings via physical solutions.
Since arriving at Hogwarts, he’s been learning about the wizarding world, applying magic or practicing spells like everyone else, but he never really forgot the habits and skills he grew up with. If he’s faced with a dilemma, he would often use physical solutions first and not reach for his wand. Whether it’s moving something by hand, using everyday objects to help, or relying on his own strength, those instincts still come naturally to him. He doesn’t consider himself better than other students because of his muggle upbringing, he just had a different way of approaching different situations. Growing up between two worlds taught him that magic is not the only useful tool a person can have in order to fix an issue. Sometimes there’s a bit of common sense involved with practical experience and utilising what’s available around you. When his bag got stuck in a tree, others would probably use a summoning charm but for him, he would just climb the tree because it’s one thing he likes doing even as a child. Whenever he scraped his knee or arm, he would get his first aid kit which his mom prepared for him from the muggle world, clean the wound properly, and then put ointment rather than run to the hospital wing in a panic state. In one of the contests he and his friends attended, while some of them used spells in managing to open the gate, he resorted to grabbing rocks and hurled it at the gate. It’s a physical solution but it worked well just as much as the spells they used. This doesn’t mean he’s not good at using spells, he also use them when the situation requires it but practical and physical ways of doing things are already instinctive to him.
This was all because his childhood was shaped by physical work, environmental awareness, and regular physical activity than dependence on magic. He’s effective in situations that need physical action just like some of the competitions he and his friends joined while in school. It just so happens that he doesn't see any of this as unusual or something impressive, it is part of his life when you grow up outside the safety of magical convenience. That mindset was ingrained in him even before he knew about magic. What others might interpret as smart use of muggle items, is just natural to him. He does not think of objects as magical or non magical tools, but as useful or not useful in any kind of situations. If something is useful to help him complete a task whether that’s via magic, physical ways, a tool he can use, or his own hands, he will use them otherwise, he would rely on his own physical capability as needed.
Since arriving at Hogwarts, he’s been learning about the wizarding world, applying magic or practicing spells like everyone else, but he never really forgot the habits and skills he grew up with. If he’s faced with a dilemma, he would often use physical solutions first and not reach for his wand. Whether it’s moving something by hand, using everyday objects to help, or relying on his own strength, those instincts still come naturally to him. He doesn’t consider himself better than other students because of his muggle upbringing, he just had a different way of approaching different situations. Growing up between two worlds taught him that magic is not the only useful tool a person can have in order to fix an issue. Sometimes there’s a bit of common sense involved with practical experience and utilising what’s available around you. When his bag got stuck in a tree, others would probably use a summoning charm but for him, he would just climb the tree because it’s one thing he likes doing even as a child. Whenever he scraped his knee or arm, he would get his first aid kit which his mom prepared for him from the muggle world, clean the wound properly, and then put ointment rather than run to the hospital wing in a panic state. In one of the contests he and his friends attended, while some of them used spells in managing to open the gate, he resorted to grabbing rocks and hurled it at the gate. It’s a physical solution but it worked well just as much as the spells they used. This doesn’t mean he’s not good at using spells, he also use them when the situation requires it but practical and physical ways of doing things are already instinctive to him.
This was all because his childhood was shaped by physical work, environmental awareness, and regular physical activity than dependence on magic. He’s effective in situations that need physical action just like some of the competitions he and his friends joined while in school. It just so happens that he doesn't see any of this as unusual or something impressive, it is part of his life when you grow up outside the safety of magical convenience. That mindset was ingrained in him even before he knew about magic. What others might interpret as smart use of muggle items, is just natural to him. He does not think of objects as magical or non magical tools, but as useful or not useful in any kind of situations. If something is useful to help him complete a task whether that’s via magic, physical ways, a tool he can use, or his own hands, he will use them otherwise, he would rely on his own physical capability as needed.
My Encyclopedia | Calming Presence
“The simple things are often the most extraordinary.”
| Sta: 5 | Eva: 5 | Str: 7 | Wis: 5 | Arc: 8 | Accu: 5|
“The simple things are often the most extraordinary.”
| Sta: 5 | Eva: 5 | Str: 7 | Wis: 5 | Arc: 8 | Accu: 5|
Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Under revamp- sorry for the mess!
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Keen Eye
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC- 521
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Keen Eye
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): WC- 521
Reducio
Rosy grew up in a Muggle household with no siblings. Her parents were both doctors and were therefore not able to give her much time or attention after she turned 7. She barely had any human company. One day, she decided that who needs humans as company anyways? Can't she just read?
Since then, Rosy would often visit bookstores, stay in for hours, reading or simply goggling at all the books there. She used up all her allowance on buying books and used all Muggle technology she had to read books online.
Rosy's love for books increased so much that if you went to the mall with her, you would need to carry a provision of an hour or two because you know she was going to vanish into the nearest bookstore.
First it was reading. Then it was watching.
At first she did not notice anything but the books she wanted. But it wasn't long before she began noticing everything else. A single book that sticks out further than the rest of the shelf. An empty space where yesterday had been a thick encyclopedia. Overnight the display table was reset. Fingerprints in the dust where a book had been picked up and never bought. She stopped seeing a bookstore as a set of shelves, and began to see it as a set of hundreds of minute details, constantly changing.
What began as idleness grew into a habit she indulged in every visit. Rosy would stand and take it all in for a few moments, then move away. Later she would challenge herself to remember what she had seen and, on her next visit, notice all that had changed. It was less about recollection and more about attention. Her eyes learned to look for the smallest inconsistency, not the biggest thing.
The habit was soon transferred to other places. She saw receipts tucked under benches, shop windows transformed overnight, classmates in mismatched socks, friends frantically searching for objects that had been right in front of them all along. Rosy didn’t scramble. Instinctively she slowed herself, letting the little clues assemble the answer before she acted on it. She became the first person family and friends turned to when something was missing; she was always the one finding it first.
The first time Rosy saw a Quidditch game, she discovered that the pitch wasn't that different from the world she'd trained herself to watch. Most of the spectators were following the Quaffle, but her eyes were wandering all over the pitch. She saw sunlight flash from varnished broomsticks, saw the players' eyes flash and disappear, saw movement that came and went almost too fast to see. She learned that the way to find something you didn’t have wasn’t to stare harder than everyone else but to see the one thing that didn’t belong with everything else.
Years of quiet observation had trained Rosy's eyes to search beyond the obvious. She didn't think it was a talent; only a habit she'd developed through years of afternoons given over to reading, watching and teaching herself that the smallest details were sometimes the most important.
Since then, Rosy would often visit bookstores, stay in for hours, reading or simply goggling at all the books there. She used up all her allowance on buying books and used all Muggle technology she had to read books online.
Rosy's love for books increased so much that if you went to the mall with her, you would need to carry a provision of an hour or two because you know she was going to vanish into the nearest bookstore.
First it was reading. Then it was watching.
At first she did not notice anything but the books she wanted. But it wasn't long before she began noticing everything else. A single book that sticks out further than the rest of the shelf. An empty space where yesterday had been a thick encyclopedia. Overnight the display table was reset. Fingerprints in the dust where a book had been picked up and never bought. She stopped seeing a bookstore as a set of shelves, and began to see it as a set of hundreds of minute details, constantly changing.
What began as idleness grew into a habit she indulged in every visit. Rosy would stand and take it all in for a few moments, then move away. Later she would challenge herself to remember what she had seen and, on her next visit, notice all that had changed. It was less about recollection and more about attention. Her eyes learned to look for the smallest inconsistency, not the biggest thing.
The habit was soon transferred to other places. She saw receipts tucked under benches, shop windows transformed overnight, classmates in mismatched socks, friends frantically searching for objects that had been right in front of them all along. Rosy didn’t scramble. Instinctively she slowed herself, letting the little clues assemble the answer before she acted on it. She became the first person family and friends turned to when something was missing; she was always the one finding it first.
The first time Rosy saw a Quidditch game, she discovered that the pitch wasn't that different from the world she'd trained herself to watch. Most of the spectators were following the Quaffle, but her eyes were wandering all over the pitch. She saw sunlight flash from varnished broomsticks, saw the players' eyes flash and disappear, saw movement that came and went almost too fast to see. She learned that the way to find something you didn’t have wasn’t to stare harder than everyone else but to see the one thing that didn’t belong with everything else.
Years of quiet observation had trained Rosy's eyes to search beyond the obvious. She didn't think it was a talent; only a habit she'd developed through years of afternoons given over to reading, watching and teaching herself that the smallest details were sometimes the most important.
~Rosy Parker, First Year Slytherin~
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Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopaedia thread:
Name of ability that you are applying for: Keen Eye
Describe why this fits your character:
ReducioWC: 509/400Ada always seemed to notice things others tended to overlook, like were a misplaced wand was residing, or how her cat twitched his whiskers when he was annoyed, or how his pupils dilated when he was stalking something. This uncanny ability came in quite useful on many occasions, the most prominent of witch being quidditch. Ada loved quidditch, though she had never found a position like chaser very interesting. No, it was always the seeker that caught Ada’s unnaturally sharp eyes. It was the soaring above the chaos, searching for a flicker of gold or the flutter of tiny wings that gave away the presence of the golden snitch that interested young Ada. When she and her father went to small local matches, Ada would often spot the snitch hovering near someones ankle or beside the goal hoops, long before either seeker saw it for themselves.
Ada also played seeker agents her father (who played for Gryffindor in his time at Hogwarts.) and it was in these one on one games that Ada found her keen eyesight most helpful. It would only take a few minutes to locate a golden spark, then she would speed towards the flash of gold like a bullet and reached out a nimble hand and closing her long fingers around the fluttering golden ball.
Yet quiddich is not the only thing her keen eyes helped with. Whenever her mother is looking for her wand that she had misplaced yet again, the first person she would ask for help would Ada. “Ada, have you seen my wand? I cant find it anywhere!” She would call up the stairs to her daughter’s bedroom. “Hm? What? Oh, OK, I’ll be right down.” Ada would reply, sliding out of bed, setting aside a battered old sketch book as she want, open to a page on witch the mirror image of the Siamese cat sleeping at the foot of Ada’s bed illustrated in pencil on the page. If you looked at that picture closely, you would see that not a single detail from the cat was missing in the drawing, not one.
Ada made not a sound as she descended the spiral staircase to the first floor of the house. A quick glance around the cluttered sitting room told the young girl that the wand was in the pocket of a black traveling cloak hung up in the hall leading out to the front door. “Mum, it’s over there in the left pocket of your traveling cloak, in the hall.” Ada said pointing to the pocket of the cloak were a pale willow wand tip was just discernible in the mass of grey and black travailing garments. “О, конечно, теперь я помню, я так и не доставал его из кармана после работы прошлой ночью.” she muttered in Russian. “Yes, thank you dear.” Said Nadezhda to her daughter. “I’ll be back tonight, hopefully in time for dinner. See you then Ястребовые глаза!” She said, speaking the last words in Russian and with smile and a wink, she disappeared out the door.
Translation: О, конечно, теперь я помню, я так и не доставал его из кармана после работы прошлой ночью. - Oh, of course, I remember now, I never took it from my pocket after work last night.
Ястребовые глаза - Hawks Eyes
A strong girl looks a challenge in the eye and gives it a wink |
Stamina 6 • Evasion 7 • Strength 4 • Wisdom 6 • Arcane power 4• Accuracy 8 |
Ability Applications
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Name of ability that you are applying for: Y1 - Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why it fits your character:ReducioWC:404/400Despite being raised in home where Potions reign supreme, Thomas had always been interested in Charms, watching carefully as his mother performed even the most mundane ones, whether to scrub the floors, move furniture around or even making the beds it was all incredibly exciting to him. Charms simply could do so many interesting things, and the many effects produced were beautiful! The colourful lights, dazzling sparks, the iridescent bubbles, it all struck a chord in young Thomas’ heart. And so, he always asked his mother to cast some spells before going to bed, fully convinced the pretty magic would ensure sweet dreams.
Later in his childhood, after learning how to read he would sneak into his grandmother’s library whenever he visited her. While he didn’t always understand the contents of the books he did, however memorise their contents, and began asking plenty of questions whenever he saw a spell being cast. “How does this spell work? Can you please show me the movement again? What do you think about when you cast this spell?” These were the sort of questions the adults in Thomas’s life came to expect whenever magic was performed around him, and most of the time they answered, though at times he was also ignored, bad timing, poor mood or simply no desire to keep up with the curiosity of a child. Yet all this did was further fuel his thirst for knowledge.
Upon receiving his acceptance letter, Thomas was overjoyed. It meant he would receive a wand and finally be able to practice magic, something his mother somewhat dreaded. Who knew what kind of trouble a child experimenting with a wand could do. That is why they came to an agreement: no magic would be cast without supervision, something Thomas agreed to immediately. Though he had read a lot, it didn’t mean he was an expert. So once he returned home with his wand, he asked to practice, they started simple with small sparks but soon enough they had moved to slightly more complicated charms, such as the Wand-Lighting Charm. His mother had hoped that she would have the time to teach him some cleaning charms to help around the house, yet they proved a tad too complex and Thomas would fare better under the guidance of his professors, so they kept to the basics, leaving Thomas with a bit of an edge compared to most of his peers.
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Name of ability that you are applying for: Y2 - Calming Presence
Describe why it fits your character:ReducioWC: 405/400This skill wasn’t something Thomas had practised over the years, nor was it liked to magic, no this was an ability he had developed thanks to his interactions with his peers. From a very young age, his parents made sure Thomas was a polite boy, always greeting others, carefully listening to them (no matter how boring the conversation was). He was also expected to help whenever he could, whether that was with cleaning the house, setting or clearing the table, or weeding his grandmother’s garden. He understood that these small gestures, though sometimes boring or even annoying could do a lot to lift the mood of those around him.
Once he was a bit older, his mother told him that sooner or later he would have to deal with members of polite society, and though at the time Thomas had no idea what that meant, he knew it wouldn’t be a bad idea to learn, after all if his mother thought it best, and she was one of the smartest people he knew. So when he asked her what he would learn, she smiled and simply said: “Tea parties are a must for the well mannered.” And so, over the course of months she taught him the proper etiquette, what topics to avoid and all manner of details Thomas hadn’t ever considered. In the end Thomas discovered his love of tea, and more importantly it taught him that tea could bring people together, and that with some assuring words you could calm down people.
Another thing his mother taught him was how to work under pressure. Dealing in potions, she made sure her son knew what to do in a potion’s lab, so she had him learn how to prepare ingredients. In that field where timing and precision are primordial, keeping a cool head is essential. Nerves induce mistakes, and the slightest mistake can have grave repercussions. Though at first it was difficult for Thomas to remain calm, over the years he found the proper head space to get into, and more importantly how to easily access it, a skill that proved very useful in his Potion classes in Hogwarts.
In the end, all these experiences, combined with Thomas’ calm demeanour made him someone people could rely on, should they need it. In the ever shifting sea that is Hogwarts, Thomas was like a rock: solid, and reliable. Provided, they came to him of course.
Sta 6 . Eva 5 . Str 5 . Wis 8 . Arc 6 . Acc 5
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