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From a small age, Ebony just wasn't able to make friends even though she was fully witch. Her neighbours made fun of her, her parents loved her but avoided her. Even now at Hogwarts she only had a few friends. She was pretty sure it wasn't just her personality. There was nothing wrong with it; she was just like other kids, not liking lectures, not liking homework... it was just that she bad at socialising, but that was only because nobody really ever wanted to socialise with her.
What if that was all just because they feared or felt something wrong about Ebony?

Ebony was always fine. She was never weird, never thought things differently, never really did anything wrong. She was just awkward and anti-social, she thought. But the same thing happens over and over again, all the time, no matter where she goes. She could sense, somehow, an air of awkwardness and wrongness whenever she spoke to someone, and she knew they were feeling the same, particularly with someone new that she didn't know. And Ebony was pretty sure she was fully human, not dhampir or werewolf. Her mother and father were both magical. There should be nothing wrong with her, and yet it seemed like there was.

Overtime she came to accept this "terrible" feeling, although it made it harder for her to communicate with others and it was what caused her loneliness all the time. She just became more used to it. It was lucky that she had made a couple of friends at Hogwarts, otherwise she would be completely alone, bored, and lucked out. Her friends also came to accept the fact that she was so wrong and awkward, and thankfully it didn't stop them from keeping Ebony company. She learned that she had to live with being "anti-social" and her presence being awkward, and just accept her own behaviour.

Even so, Ebony still didn't really understand how she came across being so wrong, some may say weird and strange. She was sure that she didn't inherit it from either of her parents, because none of her relatives and family were like this. In fact, they were quite social and never tried to leave anyone out of the conversation. However, when she talked to anybody, she would always somehow make them seem awkward. Ebony believed that it was probably from herself and her own behaviour.
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Name Of Ability I'm Applying For: Wandmaker

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Qrow’s wand had never quite felt right. When they had first gone to Ollivanders to purchase a wand, they had expected not to find a suitable wand on the first try, but after the 23rd attempt, Qrow was ready to give up. Finally, a wand was found that seemed to be right, however, after returning home and retrieving the wand from their bags to show their family, all it took was one wrong movement for every book in the room to come flying off the shelves.

A dragon heartstring core was not the appropriate core for somebody as loyal as Qrow, the wand too easily swayed to change allegiance if won in a duel from their original master. The wood choice wasn’t much better, pairing well with wizards that are interested in or are proficient in duelling, something Qrow had little interest in, not only that but the wand lacked any dramatic flair, something Qrow was renowned for amongst those who knew them well enough.

Luckily for Qrow, the McCloud family was rather wealthy and for the most part up until the birth of Hephaestus McCloud who had a muggle father, a pure blood family. This meant that in the late summer when Qrow got home from Diagon alley, with a wand that didn’t feel quite like it belonged, all it took was an owl being sent to a custom wand maker stating that Qrow would be in need of a new, preferably much more personalised wand, an impossibly small sum of the rather large McCloud family fortune, and a family trip out, for Qrow to acquire this new wand.

Weather-based magic had always been a strength of the McCloud family and was part of the reason they had such a name to begin with. Regardless of Qrow being adopted, it was for this reason, that upon arriving at the wandmaker's shop, the first thing Hephaestus had done was pull out a single Thunderbird feather -Taking from the nature of the Thunderbird they are talented in producing weather-related magic, especially those spells that cast storms. - to hand it to the old witch who had been patiently waiting for the family's arrival.
The ideal owner for a Thunderbird wand is brave and persistent. These wands were said to favour those who have a fighting spirit, who simply don't know when to quit. Masters of a Thunderbird feather wand are frequently competitive, enjoying all forms of competition, be it in sports, card games or academic studies.
During the years of raising Qrow, Hephaestus had known the child to be all of this and more, they were stubborn and never quit, constantly surpassing every milestone and expectation with a burning passion. They did everything for a reason and always put 100% into everything they did, whether it was academics or just some hobby. Qrow had a competitive nature from the beginning, taking on every challenge they were given regardless of how impossible it seemed. It was because of all this, Hephaestus believed that Qrow suited the same core that he and his family before him, had all possessed.

After measurements, a multitude of questions and what seemed like an eternity of standing, the family was on their way, with the promise of being back soon to come back and allow Qrow to test the wand.

When it came time for the creation to be tested, Qrow was handed a pale-coloured wand, with intricately carved Celtic patterns along the handle and base. Dogwood.

Dogwood was known to be a quirky and mischievous wood that created wands with playful natures that insist upon owners who can provide them with scope for excitement and fun. Despite this love for mischief, however, Dogwood wands are still very capable of serious magic when called upon to do so. They have been known to perform outstanding spells under difficult conditions and produce dazzling enchantments when paired with a suitably clever and creative witch or wizard. An interesting quirk of many Dogwood wands is that they are often rather noisy and refuse to perform non-verbal spells.
It was perfect for Qrow, who was commonly known amongst those closest to them to be mischievous and to enjoy pulling tricks and pranks, whilst also being seen as studious and serious in situations that required such, specifically when it came to their studies and ambitions. The wand's distaste for silence was also rather fitting considering Qrows' own inability to remain quiet when it came to their speech, a mixture of their hyperactive personality that seemed to multiply by tenfold whenever talking about something they were passionate about, and their inability to hear unaided from their enchanted hearing aids.

The wand was 13 inches long, suitable for Qrows' lively personality, and rebellious, mischievous nature, as well as fitting for their dramatic flair. Wands with lengths between 12.5 and 14 inches are larger than average, yet not rare to be seen. It is said that those with commonly big wands usually perform louder and brighter spells than others, for their magic style and personality are of dramatic inclination, and they are moved by emotions in most cases, a description that fit Qrow to a tee.
The wand was also rather rigid much like the young Slytherin who preferred to do things in their own way, more so than following the way of others. This wand would surely find an ambitious and demanding wizard such as Qrow to be the perfect partner. With this wand, a wand custom made for a child full of stubborn passion and ambition, Qrow was sure to soar higher than ever before. The rigid form of this wand represented the way that this young Slytherin would reach every goal they set their mind to.
This wand was perfect.

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STA 06 | EVA 06 | STR 05 | WIS 06 | ARC 06 | ACC 06

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Name of Ability or Race| Part-Veela
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Camilla Rossi, dashing she was truly... the boys would lay themselves at her feet as a convenience for her not to step in a muddy puddle. She was like a perfect doll that was created by the hands of only the most skilled crafter in the world. A witch she was not, no... Camilla came from a line of veelas, both half and pure depending on the side of the family tree you looked at, her family prided themselves on keeping the bloodline clean. Or so they used to, Camilla was a different type of veela from some of her family members a half veela she was, her hair a bright ginger color, eyes the color of the warmest cup of coffee that could ever hit the lips of someone, which was a heavy contrast from her opposing "pure side" of the family. She was a sight to look at and was extremely difficult to look away from, all the boys had trouble with this feat. As she allowed her looks to overpower their minds and control their actions in her favor. One lad, in particular, stuck around through thick and thin, Andy Scoot was his name.

Camilla had taken a trip from England over to the United States to visit some relatives that were residing in those areas. As she traveled along the broken path of the stone-bricked sidewalk to get to a small cafe one dewy Sunday morning, her shoulder roughly bumped into a tall broad man of some sort. Immediately Camilla's anger flared up, a trait of a veela she was never really fond of as she could feel her mouth starts to form into a beak, a loud screech starting to rumble her chest. She spun around to give the stranger her worst, until brown met blue, the man that stood before her with his wand raised and close to the tip of her nose. She studied the man, someone who was quick to defend, Camilla learned quickly to love that. Words were exchanged and further down the line more appearances of each other were made. Camilla never did make it back to England that summer...

Two years later Andy and Camilla had settle down in the busy city of New York, they have a son whom Camilla's family line wasn't happy with due to the lack of purity from Camilla's decision... despite Camilla being a half-veela herself, they always hoped she'd find another male veela to strength her offspring with and return that "honor" to the family line. But she never let Alan be hindered from that hatred because Alan was, in fact, a part-veela, and to Camilla is was more than okay with that... her perfect little boy. He adopted the strong genes of his mother, the ginger hair, the perfect smile, the chocolate eyes that were to die for. Camilla taught him his background of veela and how to be as charming as ever while Andy taught him to be an astonishing wizard, the one rule to Alan was to keep his veela history a secret. To all people around Alan, he was simply some pureblood, but his husband Stephen always thought differently and Alan appreciated Stephen's never-ending curiosity about him, when they finally decided to have a child they hired a surrogate whom Stephen and Alan made sure of was a pureblood. After months of waiting, a baby they had... little Ramzy they called her to Stephen she was breath-taking, him and Alan's little pureblood, however, to Alan she was not only a witch but part-veela.

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Stamina|6
Evasion|2
Strength|2
Wisdom|10
ArcPower|10
Accuracy|5

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Stamina|6
Evasion|2
Strength|2
Wisdom|9
ArcPower|9
Accuracy|2

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The Muggle Condition (462 Words)

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For the first eleven years of her life, Magdalena Wickham-Deakin had no idea that a world of the supernatural even existed. As far as she was concerned, she was a perfectly average girl. Her life was anything but extraordinary, if anything it was perfectly average. Granted, her family’s financial position was slightly elevated above that of many of her peers, but not to such a degree that the girl was raised with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth. No, Magdalena lived a charmed existence, but it was rather quaint. She would spend her summers exploring and playing on the beaches of southern England, traversing through the waves and running along the sand. Her primary schooling was at a public school rather than a state school, but not one that posed any true level of advantage to the young woman. The life of her and her sister were perfectly typical for middle class English children in the late 70s and early 80s.

And so of course, she naturally became more skilled with those tools and activities native to that world in which she was raised, a world of science and logic, one filled with combustion engines and the prospect of working until one sweated from their brow. Until her attendance at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the only means of achieving anything that Magdalena was aware of were those of an entirely mundane nature, and as such, she became skilled and accustomed to working within those constraints.

Even after she entered a world beyond her wildest imagination, filled with magic, mythical creatures and potions, her holidays were still spent back with her muggle family. Under the purview of the trace, she was entirely withheld from casting any form of magic. Things that may have been trivial to a student from a magical family, the vast amount of excess mystical energy concealing the actions of children living within their estates, were forbidden to Magdalena. While this was a minor source of frustration for the young witch, she was never one to blame circumstances when there was work to be done. Whilst that work may have been rather minor in nature, and mainly concerned the chores and requirements that came with living as a part of any household, Magdalena took to it with the same vigour and purpose that she did her studies. So it was that she never lost her touch with the muggle world, for she found herself living between the two. At school, she would be required to undertake work using her wand and arcane talent. At home, it was wit and grit that saw her through. In time, she would learn to marry the two disparate experiences into one, taking and borrowing from the experience and strengths of both.

Components (422 Words)

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As her magical education continued, Magdalena swiftly discovered that she had something of a natural affinity for potions. Perhaps it was in their similarity to muggle cooking, or maybe it was the methodical nature in which they were constructed. Unlike with other aspects of magic, potion making required far less guess work, far less qualitative areas in which to fail. Each ingredient needed to be perfectly measured, and added at exactly the right time, and to that end the sourcing of ingredients was absolutely paramount. Through continued study of potions and crafting, it swiftly became apparent to the young potion-maker which types of herbs and perennial plants were better suited for brewing, and more importantly, where they could be sourced.

For as magical as potion-making was, so many of the ingredients and reagents were shared with the muggle world, and many of those ingredients could easily be sourced and located. The entire world was, in truth, the world’s largest ingredients storeroom. Herbs like sage and mint could be purchased, true, but they were also prone to spreading and growing across the wilds of England. Of course, more often than not, they need not even be retrieved from the wild, and a humble herb garden would do quite nicely.

As she grew older and wiser, both methods of collection would become vital parts of Magdalena's repertoire. Be it through walks down humble country paths, taking clippings of plants and collecting bugs, or through her own quaint little garden, she would soon find herself able to not only forego the need to travel to Diagon Alley for certain ingredients, but also would be able to ensure that their quality and nature were fit for her purposes. Flavour was less important than yield, at least as far as herbs were concerned, and she could raise her plants to reflect that reality of her personal brand of potioneering.

With experience comes knowledge and habit, and soon Magdalena would develop the sense to constantly be on the lookout for possible components. Whilst not an entirely outdoorsy type, the girl, and later woman, was never one to fear getting her hands dirty. So it was that she would take time out of a walk to retrieve clippings or a particularly interesting specimen, all in the pursuit of that most ancient and noble art of brewing. Naturally, her collection would grow, and certain clippings would find new homes in the garden bed itself, serving as the beginnings of seedlings, their destiny to continue to provide ingredients for further brewing.

Potion Mastery (417 Words)

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As her magical education continued ever onward, Magdalena’s natural aptitude for the creation of potions and other such mystical brews flourished and evolved. What began as talent, in due course, came to approach mastery. Or at least as close to mastery as a schoolgirl could get. A natural born gift for the art was all well and good, and it was undeniable that she had it, but she was by no means a genius in the craft. Dedication and hardwork would become her tools, everfast and ever-present in her pursuit of further knowledge in the subject. Each attempt at brewing a potion, whether it be successful or not, would serve as vital experience in the development and growth of her skill in the art. Failures provided stepping stones toward future successes, and those successes would allow for the same techniques to be utilised. Through continued application and a steadfast focus, Magdalena came to develop her own unique approach to potion-making, one built around precise measurements and scientific analysis of the ingredients before her. Slight changes would be made to preparation, subtle intricacies altered from the recipes as written, ensuring ever-so-slight differences in the release of magic from the ingredients used in each particular draught. A tiny change in wrist rotation, a scoring as opposed to a full cut, an additional pinch of standard ingredient, in due course, each and every one of these miniscule adaptations would become second nature to the budding potioneer.

The results spoke for themselves. Whilst the differences between her own potions and those of her classmates were rather minute, they were certainly present, unmistakable to a trained observer. Drowsiness Draughts would become harder to taste, their effects coming on ever-so-quicker than from a peer. The fumes from her Muffling Draughts would be all the more thick, that ever so little bit harder to avoid. The fruit of her labour developed swiftly, and in turn she could reap the benefits.

Success only fuelled her further, inspiring her love for the craft and providing an addictive sense of accomplishment. In due course, the young witch would focus more and more on ways to perfect her craft, constantly chasing after that ever-elusive dragon of an absolutely pure and potent potion. Logic demanded that perfection was an impossible standard, but with each attempt at reaching that unattainable goal, her skills developed. Slight improvements, to be sure, but improvements all the same. In those hallowed halls of Hogwarts’ dungeon, Magdalena’s true and undying love for potioneering was born.

Poison Resistance (453 Words)

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When working with, and creating, potions, one must ensure that draughts brewed are viable. Such is the way of any good potioneer. A lesson that Magdalena learned at a relatively young age. Having spent many of her formative years at school deep in the bowels of the castle, huddled over a pewter cauldron and flame, the young witch often found herself tasting the smallest amounts of the potions that she brewed. There was little danger in it, especially not as far as poisons were concerned. She was never foolish enough to experience the effects of what relatively harmless poisons were made available to students, not without the close supervision of a professor and the express guidance and permission of that authority figure. But understanding how a potion or poison may affect one’s ability and learning to cope and brew in spite of such a setback was vital in the study of antidotes. Such was how she learned. When one was suffering from a physical ailment, there would be times where the only option would be to brew the antidote oneself, and as such, it was almost necessary for one to understand the effects and how to best cope with them. In time, these small exposures allowed her natural resistance and immune system to develop and cope, nature taking its own measures to protect the witch against the rigours of magical poisoning.

Fortunately, her body had already experienced minute exposures to potentially dangerous materials in the form of the reagents themselves. In collecting ingredients, Magdalena would often take clippings of poisonous plants and berries without gloves, their juices and irritants seeping into and inflaming the skin around her fingers. The rashes were minor, but in due time their effects would lessen, until such a time that the reactions were negligible, and barely noticeable to the fledgling potioneer. Stained fingers, and the remnants of insects and berries caked under fingernails, proved badges of honour for Magdalena in her pursuit of study. Of course, she would be lying if she were to claim that all exposures were incidental or deliberate.

Unfortunately, mistakes do happen, even to the most experienced of wizards. And as a youth, Magdalena certainly was not in that category. Spills in classes would see more than a few poisons unfortunately affect the young woman, of course, the nurse and professor were swift to mitigate any major damage. Yet, this too formed a part of her ongoing, non-deliberate exposure therapy.

By the time the young woman began to need to focus on her owls, it had already become quite clear that she was slightly more resistant to potions than many of her peers. Such was one of the fortunate side-effects of her favourite class.

Nonverbal Magic (416 Words)

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The development of nonverbal magic for Magdalena was born out of a sense of obligation. More than a few exposures to the fumes of the Muffling Draught, as well as silencing jinxes and tongue-tying hexes, saw the young witch infuriated. To have her work and study impeded by such trivialities as the inability to cast a spell, often rendering carefully brewed potions entirely spoiled or opportunities in duels missed, filled her with a deep-seated sense of frustration. So in turn, she took to making such issues an absolute non-factor. Nonverbal magic was a relatively advanced stream of magic, at least in the European tradition, but it was not unlearnable for students, and for one as prone to self-study and dedication to education as the young Wickham-Deakin, that meant it was an entirely attainable goal. A goal that would be exciting to pursue. After all, in such study and development, she may stumble on other peculiarities and knowledge, and then such knowledge could be extrapolated and adapted to other fields, perhaps married to other tidbits from other disciplines, entirely new techniques and methodologies of wizardry could be born from the simple and comparatively mundane act of setting her sights on attaining that goal. So it was that she was practically giddy at the prospect.

That giddiness faded rapidly when it became apparent just how frustrating nonverbal casting was, especially when there were gossiping, giggling and screaming teenagers about. For what is Hogwarts if not a neverending rumour mill? But she continued with her practice, and in time she became more and more successful. Her first attempts were almost all abject failures, but eventually the spark of magic would leave her wand without the need for her to vocalise the incantation. At least, on occasion it did so. Soon thereafter, the rate of success for those castings would only increase, until she could cast without vocalisation at least semi-regularly. Of course, she was put off by interruptions and stray thoughts, but with progress visible, she buried herself deeper and deeper into pursuit of her newfound goal.

Finally, the skill would fall well within her grasp. Becoming an invaluable part of her regular toolset. The promised knowledge that was to come with the study did not materialise as she thought it would, but the skill alone was surprisingly sufficient. While she had envisioned it as serving a rather mundane purpose, she would become increasingly fond of casting spells wordlessly. After all, speaking can be so tiresome, can it not?

Apparition (437 words)

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Magdalena was admittedly slightly late to obtain her apparition licence, such was a reality of an almost unhealthy focus on the forbidden texts that she’d uncovered in the potions section of the restricted wing of the library. Rather than preparing to take the test soon after her seventeenth birthday, it was only late into her seventh year that she saw fit to learn the rather important skill to teleport herself. Taking the class with students in the cohort below her wasn’t the most thrilling prospect, but considering that she’d not even bothered to study the art when she herself was a sixth year, it was a small price to pay.

Apparition proved to be surprisingly simple to get the hang off, once she finally worked out the kinks. She’d never been particularly blessed with a keen eye for distance, but she was focused and her magical abilities were potent enough that such a deficit could be adjusted for. Granted, the adjustment period did see minor splinching. Nothing major, thankfully, only the usual losses that just about every student of the technique suffered from. A telltale splinch scar still rings around her left index finger, a reminder of her first ever successful attempt to actually move throughout the Great Hall (during those small periods where the anti-apparition charm was temporarily lifted in only those limited training areas).

Learning to apparate proved to be a blessing for the young witch. Her quiet suburban home in Bournemouth was about as mundane as one could imagine, without any form of magic that did not come directly from Magdalena herself. In her seventh year, the young witch, now both of legal age, and free from the watchful, hypothetical eye of the trace, and with the skill to move herself instantly through magical means, was able to spend more and more of her holiday time in the wizarding world itself. No longer was Magdalena restricted to the seaside town in which she grew up, reliant on muggle infrastructure, a whole new world of possibilities had been opened.

Such was the case in her final Easter holiday, where she apparated in order to go on one final pre-graduation vacation with her school friends. Of course, apparition itself was by no means a reliable method of long-distance travel, and alternative magical means may have been quicker. Even muggle methods such as the local train would likely have proven more efficient. But it was the independence afforded by the ability that mattered, the witch was now self-sufficient. At least so far as travel was concerned. After all, she’d never been anywhere close to a gifted flyer.

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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: werewolf
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For the child of two purebloods, Cassius was an extremely mischievous boy. At least in the eyes of his parents. He enjoyed being alone and often quietly disappeared into the forest surrounding his home to simply play during the many parties his parents threw at the Myrtle Estate. His sister Simone was more or less the opposite. She enjoyed the parties no more than Cassius however she saw it as a duty, a chore that had to be completed. One specific night, on a full moon in July. Curtis and Olivia Myrtle threw one of their well-known adult-wizard-only parties. No children, including Cassius and Simone by specific order of their mother, Olivia Myrtle.
Olivia was a retired Auror, only leaving her position after having Cassius's older brother Emmet seven years prior. She knew and understood the dangers of the full moon and werewolves, however, the Myrtle twins themselves were happy, sheltered children. They knew nothing of the idea of true fear and pain. Right now they saw themselves as explorers, and the Estate was the new world.
Cassius and Simone crept down their home's old stairs quietly, they knew their parents and other guests were in the ballroom so instead of going out the main door Simone took the lead as they sneaked through the servant quarters and eventually found their way outside the large home. On a usual night, it would have been dark. But tonight the full moon lit up the sky in its eerily beautiful silver light. To the twins, it couldn't have been more perfect. They giggled and ran around the grounds until they decided to play a game of hide and seek around their favorite rippling stream.
The first and would-be-final round began with Cassius being 'it'. He counted slowly and quietly with his back to a towering maple tree. "I'm coming for you Simmy!!" He shouted out to his sister, giggling. The sound of crushing leaves could be heard with each step Cassius made trying to find his sister. That's when he heard it. A piercing howl coming deep within the forest. Cassius could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't know what kind of animal could make that horrifying sound. Was it some kind of trick?
"Simone?" He tried to call out. "I think we should go back now," Cassius faltered. The hairs on the back of his neck were sticking up now. He could hear the crunch, crunch, crunch. of leaves and sticks getting closer. Cassius was completely vulnerable, out in the open. He didn't know how far his sister had gone to hide, and Cassius knew for a fact his parents were much to far away to find him. As far as they knew he was peacefully asleep. While the young boy was occupied and practically frozen in fear the werewolf he heard pounced. Oh, how he wished he was asleep in his bed now.
Cassius was a slim boy. He didn't stand a chance against the wolf. All he could do was scream and pray and wish he was anywhere but there. While trying to wiggle and struggle out of the wolf's grasp the beast's sharp claws scratched right through his clothes and into his torso. That's when the wolf sunk its teeth into his shoulder. At the same time, Simone heard her brother's screams and panicked. She ran and ran as quick as her legs could carry her back to their home and brought the fearful Myrtle parents and guests back to where she heard the scream.
The wolf had gone by now. Simone thought perhaps a skinny boy such as Cassius did not make the best attempt at a meal. Her brother was still there, laying unconscious, bleeding from his wounds and his parents rushed him to St. Mungo's as fast as they could. Alas, nevertheless I think we all know what happened after this. Cassius became a victim of the curse of lycanthropy. After the bite, he was never quite the same, and neither was his sister. Currently, Cassius thinks of his curse as a dirty secret and would do most anything to keep it between him and his family only.

Old stats: Stamina - 5 | Evasion - 5 | Strength - 3 | Wisdom - 7 | ArcPower - 8 | Accuracy - 7
New stats: Stamina - 5 | Evasion - 5 | Strength - 4 | Wisdom - 4 | ArcPower - 7 | Accuracy - 5

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Acquisition | Inherit
Farron lost her mother at 16 years old in a tragic broom riding accident while she was on her way to work. It was a tragedy that rocked both her and her father's world. Unbeknowst to Farron, her father was able to acquire her wand from the wreckage decently unharmed. As they sat in an empty house when Farron was 18, about to move to London to be close to her father's family Oliver gave her a long black box. Inside held her mother's wand, he had been holding onto it for her memory but felt like it deserved to be used. In such a time of tumultuous changes, Farron now had her mother's wand with her making everything feel a little less scary.

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Length | 29,46 cm
Farron is a bright and lively personality. She's someone that walks into a room and it feels just a bit brighter from her presence. However, she has a knack for spellcasting. As a child she was practicing constantly trying to perfect the craft. Her magic and abilities is incredibly important to her, pulling the size down from the max length. It's still fairly long, her personality overriding her tendency for spell perfection.

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Flexibility | Swishy
Farron has always been an incredibly go with the flow kind of person. If rigid plans need to be changed, trips need to be postponed, moving needs to happen, she's fine after a couple moments of moping or grieving. The largest changes in her life such as her mother dying and moving to London were a bit harder but she was able to keep her head up and keep moving.

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Core | Dragon Heartstring - Romanian Longhorn
Romanian Longhorns have a very specific quality that makes it ideal for this wand. They are a loyal core to their master and those who they hold dear. It would make the transfer of master from mother to daughter easier, especially after two years of sitting unused. Farron and her mother are pretty similar, Oliver telling her that she was growing up to be just like her. Dragon Heartstrings also lend nicely to change of ownership, having a tendency to bond easier than other cores. In combination with the explanation with the flexibility choice, Farron is a passionate person in casting and in life. While also being a bit stubborn not unlike the Romanian Longhorn itself.

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Wood | Reed Wood
Violet Horne (mother) was an incredibly eloquent speaker, having to do a decent amount of public speaking, presentations, and proposals for her job. Farron, does her best to be an eloquent speaker. Her speaking resembles a stand up comic moreso than anything, but as an adult has gotten a lot better at holding it together especially as a Professor. But her and her mom were fiercly loyal. When someone is deemed important to them it is hard to shake that bond. Many times Violet was someone that people called in the middle of the night to help a friend out in a crisis. Farron grew to be that person among her friends, having watched her mom rush to pack a bag in the middle of the night and almost forget her shoes if it wasn't for Oliver helping to hold her mind together. Farron and Violet would be a pair that would be unstoppable if Violet was still alive. Both bold and outspoken leaders wherever they go, that wouldn't hesitate to help someone who they held close.

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Metamorphmagi isn't necessarily a talent that's passed down through blood, yet Polaris their mom, Amara was one too, it's how she could easily pass the disguise test when she was training to become an auror, and it played a big part to her actually becoming one. Further in their family line there aren't any other metamorphmagi as far as they're aware of.

When Polaris was 3 months old, Amara thought someone had switched their baby at first when they saw the different hair colour, but then she realised that her kid was just like her; a metamorphmagus. She was shocked, but also happy that her child had shown such a rare kind of magic that could possibly help her escape some dangerous situations in the future, or it could help them getting a job they wanted if they need to disguise themselves for it.

Polaris loved trying to change their appearance. hair length and hair/eye colour came easier than height and shaping their face to look a certain way. So they began to study other people, look at the way their noses would curve, or how far the space was between their nose and lips et cetera. Overtime they were able to shape their face a bit more. Change the way their nose looked to that of the man of the bakery they frequented with their mom, or took over the way their moms face was shaped. They began to absolutely adore the anatomy of humans, wizards and witches and everything alike. But at the same time they also grew less confident in their own appearance. They started to mix the different faces they had studied together around the age of 10. Sometimes they would be staring at the mirror for hours before deciding that they liked the way they looked. This has also had an impact on their sleeping habits. Sometimes when they weren't able to sleep, they would walk to their mirror and change their appearance till they were tired or bored of it. Polaris wasn't necessarily insecure, but sometimes they just felt like their face didn't look right anymore.. or that their face would look better with that one nose they were successfully able to copy a while back.

Polaris sometimes likes to hide away from the world and just read, because they prefer to not be disturbed while reading they tend to change their looks a bit so people who recognize them, wont bother them while reading.

As for changes in their appearance, mannerisms or build; Polaris their eyes will take the colour of the emotion their feeling. (what colour represents what emotion will be mentioned in my ency). Their hair will mainly stay dark brown/black but the length will change time to time. Sometimes it will be extremely short, and other times it will just be a bit over their shoulders.

Mannerisms will change a bit differently, whenever Polaris is nervous/anxious they will change bits of their appearance to try to distract themselves, its a sort-of coping mechanism they created to deal with their anxiety, but it can also be incredibly funny! cause imagine they're standing in front of the class, telling their little story.. and suddenly their nose will change form and shape! They will also pay more attention to people and they're looks. This is because they're fascinated with all the different shapes or colours a persons for example; eyes or ears can have!

Build stays pretty much the same, even though they do enjoy playing with those 1-3 extra/less cm's they can give themselves in length. Sometimes when they're in conversations they will just make themselves a bit taller or shorter for fun to try and confuse the person they're talking to. This would only happen if they are at least friends with the person though, otherwise they wouldn't be comfortable enough with trying to make jokes.

Statistics: sta: 6 || eva: 6 || str: 2 || wis: 6 || arc: 4 || acc: 6 ( total: 30)