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Character name (First and last name): Steofan O'Tuath
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Nope, all up to date and correct.
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?p=1401237#p1401237
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 5
Strength: 0
Wisdom: 8
ArcPower: 9
Accuracy: 8
Character Special Race/Talent: N/A
Character Backstory: He is a half-blood, his mother from a pure-blood family married his father who was a muggle-born wizard. He can remember a handful of times he's seen magic in his life because his grandparents who raised him were muggle, he had no contact with his mother's family, and his father was barely around. His mother and father split when he was a baby, his mother abandoned him with his father after a year of primary guardianship, and his father was not a good man. Luckily, he found escape in his grandparents house and despite his hard upbringing, he was able to have love in his life. Though, his grandparents were of an old era and raised him with many outdated ideals, he does his best to grow past his trauma and be a better person. His grandfather fell very ill in the twilight of life and the past 3 years Steofan has spent almost all of his time either in school or taking care of his grandfather. He was ignored most of his life about his father's crimes until finally about halfway through his 10th year of life his father was caught with proof and sentenced to the rest of his life in Azkaban. With all of this, the day he got his letter of acceptance to Hogwarts was the happiest of his life and he looks forward to a life of magic and shedding the limitations of his life.
First Instance of Magic: The day his father was sentenced to Azkaban was a traumatic day for Steofan. He was at home when he got the news and was immediately overcome with every emotion imaginable... anger at the situation, fear for his father, embarrassment for the situation, frustration that it took so long for his father to pay, and many more... With this, when he got the news Steofan ran from his home and into the nearby woods where he walked alone, dazed and zoning into nothing in particular, just numb. Suddenly, he felt a primal urge to yell, so he lifted his head back and looked straight up and screamed to the heavens a yell so loud and feral he would not have thought it possible to come from a grown man, much less a boy. As he yelled, the branches of trees above him shook and bent and even fell from the tree to the ground around him. When he was done with his yell, Steo fell to his hands and knees and just breathed, drained, but... healed.
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Nope, all up to date and correct.
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?p=1401237#p1401237
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 5
Strength: 0
Wisdom: 8
ArcPower: 9
Accuracy: 8
Character Special Race/Talent: N/A
Character Backstory: He is a half-blood, his mother from a pure-blood family married his father who was a muggle-born wizard. He can remember a handful of times he's seen magic in his life because his grandparents who raised him were muggle, he had no contact with his mother's family, and his father was barely around. His mother and father split when he was a baby, his mother abandoned him with his father after a year of primary guardianship, and his father was not a good man. Luckily, he found escape in his grandparents house and despite his hard upbringing, he was able to have love in his life. Though, his grandparents were of an old era and raised him with many outdated ideals, he does his best to grow past his trauma and be a better person. His grandfather fell very ill in the twilight of life and the past 3 years Steofan has spent almost all of his time either in school or taking care of his grandfather. He was ignored most of his life about his father's crimes until finally about halfway through his 10th year of life his father was caught with proof and sentenced to the rest of his life in Azkaban. With all of this, the day he got his letter of acceptance to Hogwarts was the happiest of his life and he looks forward to a life of magic and shedding the limitations of his life.
First Instance of Magic: The day his father was sentenced to Azkaban was a traumatic day for Steofan. He was at home when he got the news and was immediately overcome with every emotion imaginable... anger at the situation, fear for his father, embarrassment for the situation, frustration that it took so long for his father to pay, and many more... With this, when he got the news Steofan ran from his home and into the nearby woods where he walked alone, dazed and zoning into nothing in particular, just numb. Suddenly, he felt a primal urge to yell, so he lifted his head back and looked straight up and screamed to the heavens a yell so loud and feral he would not have thought it possible to come from a grown man, much less a boy. As he yelled, the branches of trees above him shook and bent and even fell from the tree to the ground around him. When he was done with his yell, Steo fell to his hands and knees and just breathed, drained, but... healed.
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, October 26th
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Character name (First and last name): Lily Clarke
School Year or Adult Level: First-Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Nope.
Link to the character page: Here!
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 7
Evasion: 5
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 7
ArcPower: 5
Accuracy: 6
Character Special Race/Talent: No special race. No talents for now.
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year or Adult Level: First-Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Nope.
Link to the character page: Here!
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 7
Evasion: 5
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 7
ArcPower: 5
Accuracy: 6
Character Special Race/Talent: No special race. No talents for now.
Character Backstory:
Reducio
Lily is a wizard born. She was born on January the 30th in the year of 2014. She is the second daughter to Robert Clarke (father) and Elina Clarke (mother). She has an older sister, Isabelle (Ravenclaw, clever, chill,). She had mostly lived with her grandparents and her sister; her parents were mostly busy in their works; her mother was a Healer and her father was an Auror. Her grandparents had recently passed away. She had a small friend circle from the very start and mostly they used to ignore her every time. Most of her friends mostly made her feel invisible so she learnt to keep her peace and quiet. Her one actual best friend was a Muggle, and ever since Lily came to Hogwarts, she had never been able to talk to her.
She has learnt many things from her grandparents. They taught her how to sing. Her sister taught her to dance.
She has got many hobbies. She loves to read any type of genre.
Music is her passion. She absolutely loves to listen to music.
She is quite focussed on any task given to her and is absolutely dedicated to it. She prefers to stay silent and observe things around her. She is a complete night-owl; sleeping in the day and waking in the night. She has got a rebellious streak, always seeming to do the opposite of what she is told to. She can be a little distant and can be awkward around people. She is an introvert and becomes shy if someone notices her.
She has learnt many things from her grandparents. They taught her how to sing. Her sister taught her to dance.
She has got many hobbies. She loves to read any type of genre.
Music is her passion. She absolutely loves to listen to music.
She is quite focussed on any task given to her and is absolutely dedicated to it. She prefers to stay silent and observe things around her. She is a complete night-owl; sleeping in the day and waking in the night. She has got a rebellious streak, always seeming to do the opposite of what she is told to. She can be a little distant and can be awkward around people. She is an introvert and becomes shy if someone notices her.
First Instance of Magic:
Reducio
Lily and her sister were visiting their grandparents' house. Lily was 5 years then. Lily's sister had taken her favourite doll without asking her. She was crying for it, but her sister didn't listen to her. Suddenly, Lily screamed and the doll flew from her siblings' hands. Her grandmother and mother saw this and screamed in joy. Lily didn't realise what was happening, but she learnt about it later when she grew up.
STATUS: Pending, Jake, October 27th
Hi Lily, just a few edits needed before we can accept your application.
1. Your backstory must be 220 words, not including the first instance of magic. It also should be focused on her character history, or family history, and not focus on her personality. What was her childhood like? Where did she meet her friends? Any notable events in her history that affect her to this day? When you make the additions, remember it also should match the backstory listed in your encyclopedia, so be sure to copy it there as well.
2. Your birthday listed says 2013, but it should be 2014, so she is 11 when she arrives at Hogwarts. Your profile does have the right year so maybe this is a typo.
Thanks!
Changes have been made according to which you have told.....
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, October 30th
Last edited by Lily Clarke on 30 Oct 2025, 08:27, edited 2 times in total.
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sta • 7 | eva • 5 | str • 5 | wis • 7 | arc • 5 | acc • 6 |
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Character name: Matilda Nowell
School Year or Adult Level: 1st
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Blood status to half-breed (special race)
Link to the character page: Bonjour
Character Statistics: Stamina 7 | Evasion 7 | Strength 3 | Wisdom 4 | Arcane Power 3 | Accuracy 6
Character Special Race/Talent: Part-Veela
ReducioTilly had always had a certain aura that people could feel but never fully understand. A kind of warmth radiates from her that fills the whole room. Part of her history of manipulation was the sway that she had over boys. In her youth, it seemed she could sweet-talk most of the boys in her classes effortlessly. Some of it was innocent, getting one of them to give her his candy or let her copy his homework, but it had been darker at times, including manipulating boys to get back at people who were mean to her. Her mother had had a similar quality, it's what drew her father to her when they were in college together. For whatever reason, either through downplaying it or just not having the same intensity as her daughter, the quality showed far more through Tilly.
Her family, being of good noble stock, merely felt that her beauty was simply a part of good breeding. In fact, it was not fully explained until she went to Diagon Alley for the first time. When she was eight, her grandmother on her mom's side had passed away. A few weeks after the funeral, Tilly's mother was contacted by a solicitor in Belfast, where her grandmother lived. The family was rapt with attention when her mother opened the envelope. There was a baggie that appeared to have a hair in it, and there was a folded letter which looked to be two or three pages. Her mother read the first paragraph to herself before the color drained from her face. She turned to her husband and quietly asked the kids to leave the room, in a way that invited no debate.
Tilly didn't find out until she was about to start Hogwarts. As they made their way to the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley, her mother finally told her what the letter said. It explained that, on her hen night right before their wedding, she'd met a man in a bar. Your grandmother said that she loved her husband deeply, but the man in the bar was simply irresistible. She said she'd never met such a beautiful, radiant man. Despite all her effort and her love for her fiancé, she was ensorcelled and had a one-night stand with him in the back of her car. She felt it was the biggest mistake she had ever made, because despite all of his beauty and charm, she knew the truth was that she had a moment of weakness and broken he vows before she'd even taken them. Her shame at stepping out on her husband was so deep she never told a soul about it, but once she was pregnant, she looked for a trace of him in the back of her, something of the father to pass down to her child. She explained she'd found his hair and put it in the baggy, which was sealed in with the letter.
Her mother explained that there was something different about the hair, but she couldn't figure out what. She had taken it to a doctor and even an anthropologist, but they could not explain the source of the hair. She explained that, once they were told about Tilly's being a witch, she wondered if there was someone in that world who could explain it. They saw a place that appeared to sell various substances for use in potions. Her mother figured that was as good a place as any to ask, and she showed it to the shopkeeper. He recognized it immediately as a Veela hair. He then looked at Tilly with a gentle smile, "I thought there was a bit of an aura about you, and now I know why."
Character Backstory:ReducioPhysical Description
Matilda stands at an even 5 feet, and as a result of her height and active lifestyle, has always been on the skinny side. Her skin is light but not pale, and she has the classic ginger look of red hair and freckles. Defying the English tradition, she has nearly perfect teeth that she proudly displays and religiously cleans.
She always had, for lack of a better term, an aura about her. There was just something about her that gave her an aura of beauty, yet danger. It's not so much a specific feature or look, it's just something that's always there.
Backstory
Matilda's (Tilly to her friends and family) family has a complicated history with magic. She can trace her lineage all the way back to the late 15th century in England. Her ancestor, Roger Nowell, was a magistrate who presided over the trial of the Samlesbury Witches on 30, March 1612. Over the centuries, the Nowells grew into a prominent family in Blackburn, Lancashire, living on Kenyon Lane. Tilly is the first witch ever to be born in the Nowell line. Her mother, Anne, is from a traditional family in the English aristocracy. She was born and bred for one reason and that was to marry into the family or another noble line and be the lady of the house, raising the children and entertaining guests regularly. Her father, Richard, is the CEO of a large financial firm and as a result, has very little time to raise his children. He does his best to be involved in their lives, but his availability limits his influence due to his work
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Tilly has two older sisters, Lizzy (Elizabeth), and Maggie (Margaret). Both are considerably smarter than her. Maggie is currently in her second year at Oxford and Lizzy is preparing to embark on the same path once she finishes her private school. Despite not being on the same intellectual level as her sisters, Tilly has a close relationship with them. Her sisters have the inverse side of the same coin, where they have book smarts but limited street smarts, so they frequently seek her counsel on how to deal with things.
When she was preparing to attend Hogwarts, she was given a shocking bit of family history. Her grandmother on her mother's side had a one-night stand on her hen night. She did not know her grandfather's name; all that she had of him was a strand of hair her mother kept from the encounter. Her mother took it to an anthropologist and a doctor among others, but no one could tell her anything about it, just that it was different from a normal human's hair. Finally, a visit to the apothecary revealed the truth. Her grandfather was a veela.
First Instance of Magic:ReducioTilly has always been very competitive and was obsessed with baseball from a young age. She played recreationally as much as she could, and it was in competition that her gift first revealed itself. When she was eight, she was fielding in a very close game against her team's bitter rivals. As the ball left the bat she saw it was coming straight for her, but high enough she'd need a net to catch it. She immediately started to panic but refused to give up. She took a couple of steps back and flung herself up in the air in a manner that she was sure would be so far from the ball she'd look like a fool. To everyone's shock, she leapt five feet into the air and caught the ball, landing softly on the ground as if she were light as a feather. No one could explain it, and the consensus was that a sudden gust of wind must've lifted the skinny Tilly into the air.
Her parents, at the time, just thought it was a freak occurrence and were just happy for their daughter. Eventually, Professor (Galahad) Browne came to visit her family and explained to them that she was a witch. At first, they were afraid of the scandal associated with having a witch in the family, but they eventually came to peace with it, seeing how excited it made their daughter. All her life, she had felt inferior because of her sisters being so much smarter than her, but now she felt she'd finally found a way to distinguish herself.
STATUS: PENDING - Lawrence Maynard, 28th Oct
Reason for pending:
- Please alter your fiom to be more vague just saying a professor came as we don't permit godmodding even in such small terms.- In your Veela application you don't mention anything about the fact your mother would also have to have been part Veela. Magical races other than seer can't skip generations.I am Galahad so godmodding shouldn't be an issue- Please remove the spells/potions section from your trunk as we no longer store them there.from Part-Veela on the special races/ability page, "...most Veela and part-Veela are women, there are some male half (or lesser) Veela that also possess the charm and beauty of their parent or grandparent...
edit: I think I misunderstood on first reading, I added a sentence on her mother having it as well, just less pronounced.- Some could question of the consensual nature of Matilda's grandmothers relationship. Please just clarify this more in the writing to avoid problems.donedone
Final Note: Since it was still pending and I was fleshing her arc out in my head I swapped 3 points from wisdom to evasion, the total remains the same.
STATUS:Approved - Lawrence Maynard, 29th Oct
Last edited by Matilda Nowell on 28 Oct 2025, 23:05, edited 2 times in total.
Index Registration
Character name: Anahita Thanzauva
School Year or Adult Level: Year 1
House: RAVENCLAW
Link to the character page:Anahita's Enchanted Odyssey
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 5
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 8
ArcPower: 8
Accuracy: 5
Character Special Race/Talent:Human
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic
Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand is Where I fall.
School Year or Adult Level: Year 1
House: RAVENCLAW
Link to the character page:Anahita's Enchanted Odyssey
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 5
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 8
ArcPower: 8
Accuracy: 5
Character Special Race/Talent:Human
Character Backstory:
Reducio
The story of my life does not begin in one land, but in two. Born of sunlight and storm—half Indian, half Scottish—I never knew that I always carried the fire and mystery of both worlds within me until that fateful day when I was ushered into a whole new world. My eyes, a hazel-green so deep they seem to shift with the light, hint at the secrets of misty highlands of Scotland. My face, oval and delicate, bears three tiny constellation moles: one beneath my left nostril, another on the curve of my cupidʼs bow, and the last resting by my chin—My mother always told me that this was a mark of the blessing of the stars themselves. My wheatish-tan complexion is a contrast against the riot of flaming curls that tumble about my shoulders like copper coils—hair that refuses to be tamed, wild and defiant as if Merida from the old Highland tale had gifted it to me, herself.
I am not tall, standing a mere four feet and five inches, and my frame may appear slight and willowy even, but inside me dwells a spirit that craves for adventure and competition; I climb, run, and swim with a fierce joy that only those born restless understand.I am, by all accounts, a storm bottled in a girl. I too, am fiercely loyal yet unyielding when challenged. I can laugh among crowds yet I am also quiet when I must be, content in the quiet murmur of my thoughts; an ambivert who slips easily between solitude and company—adaptable as the changing winds that carry my family from one continent to another. Piano keys and painting are my talents;I devour stories, food, and the thrill of something new. Food is one of lifeʼs greatest pleasures to me—except, of course, when it is too bland (which I believe to be a sin of the gravest order).Yet, for all my openhearted curiosity, I have my quirks—my disdain for cricket rivals my dislike of dull food, and when pressed, I admit I can twist a situation or two to my favour. Languages, oddly enough, elude me, no matter how well-travelled Iʼve become. And, lastly, I have a bad stubborn streak.
Ours is a family that never lingers long in one place—my fatherʼs service in the Armed Forces saw to that—so I learned the subtle art of adaptation, how to understand and blend into different cultures, and how to call some corners of the world my home.
My father, Lennox Ainsley, a tall proud Scotsman with steady blue eyes, a voice like distant thunder and sharp wit, carries the calm discipline of the battlefield in his eyes. He comes from a longstanding family tradition of military service. He met my mother, Nuni Thanzauva, a spirited woman from North-East India, under the curious threads of fate. They made their home in Glasgow, raising us—two sons, Ian Ainsley, Rowan Ainsley and I. I am their middle child—the bridge between two worlds, the only one among us who bears both their faces in mine. My elder brother Ian, mirrors my motherʼs dusky beauty; my youngest Rowan, is a mirror image of our father. Yet it is I—and only I—who was born with magic. Since my mother hails from a proud matrilineal culture in northeastern India, a land where the bloodline is determined through daughters rather than sons and my father came from a strongly patriarchal family, very soon after marriage, they understood that their conflicting cultures could potentially cause problems for them in the long run. So, they crafted an agreement that felt like an enchanting puzzle piece fitting into the greater whole: their sons would bear the Ainsley name; and I, as their only daughter, would carry my motherʼs proud Thanzauva name.
From the moment I could remember, our lives were nomadic—and not by choice. Fatherʼs postings in the armed forces whisked us from one city to another: from the rolling green hills of Edinburgh to the bustling heart of Mumbai, and then back to sleepy military towns across Scotland. Each town demanded a new school, new friends, new places to hide my uncertainties.
When Father finally received a permanent posting in Glasgow, it felt like roots finally growing into the earth rather than dust blowing in the wind. School didnʼt change anymore, and for the first time, I could find spaces to explore who I was without constant disruption. I attended St. Mungoʼs Academy, a bustling school known for its fierce rugby teams and proud academic tradition. My elder brother, Ian, was preparing to leave for university—he had just been accepted to the University of Edinburgh, where he hoped to study Software-engineering and AI. My younger brother Rowan, just a year and a half younger than me, attended St. Mungoʼs as well, trailing behind me in the halls with an eager curiosity that sometimes drove me mad but secretly comforted me.
Traveling so much meant my circle of friends was ever-changing. Each new place brought new faces—quiet kids who shared my love for books, boisterous friends who could play without end, and steady companions who, like me, lived with homes scattered across the world. We shared fleeting moments of laughter and secret clubs, aware always that goodbyes would come all too soon. It was a life of precious connections made and lost, leaving me forever both grateful and guarded.
School was moments of fierce joy when I could outrun everyone on the fields; moments of quiet retreat when words failed or eyes judged. I was quick with a joke, a storyteller at heart, but always cautious where to open my heart. The teasing was never cruel, just sharp enough to sting. “Half-breed,” a whisper one time, shared behind a hand and a smile that didnʼt reach the eyes. I learned to laugh it off, but inside, I felt the sharp pull of loneliness—never quite belonging, never quite understood. Each year, the long school breaks were spent with my motherʼs family in India, where the air was thick with jasmine and the laughter of cousins and the endless stories that were told by my grandmother beneath the vast Indian sky. Despite the distance, those months tethered me firmly to a history that stretched back generations. The contrast between the quiet, rain-soaked mornings of Glasgow and the vibrant, sun-drenched afternoons of Shillong was the dance of the two worlds within me.
I am not tall, standing a mere four feet and five inches, and my frame may appear slight and willowy even, but inside me dwells a spirit that craves for adventure and competition; I climb, run, and swim with a fierce joy that only those born restless understand.I am, by all accounts, a storm bottled in a girl. I too, am fiercely loyal yet unyielding when challenged. I can laugh among crowds yet I am also quiet when I must be, content in the quiet murmur of my thoughts; an ambivert who slips easily between solitude and company—adaptable as the changing winds that carry my family from one continent to another. Piano keys and painting are my talents;I devour stories, food, and the thrill of something new. Food is one of lifeʼs greatest pleasures to me—except, of course, when it is too bland (which I believe to be a sin of the gravest order).Yet, for all my openhearted curiosity, I have my quirks—my disdain for cricket rivals my dislike of dull food, and when pressed, I admit I can twist a situation or two to my favour. Languages, oddly enough, elude me, no matter how well-travelled Iʼve become. And, lastly, I have a bad stubborn streak.
Ours is a family that never lingers long in one place—my fatherʼs service in the Armed Forces saw to that—so I learned the subtle art of adaptation, how to understand and blend into different cultures, and how to call some corners of the world my home.
My father, Lennox Ainsley, a tall proud Scotsman with steady blue eyes, a voice like distant thunder and sharp wit, carries the calm discipline of the battlefield in his eyes. He comes from a longstanding family tradition of military service. He met my mother, Nuni Thanzauva, a spirited woman from North-East India, under the curious threads of fate. They made their home in Glasgow, raising us—two sons, Ian Ainsley, Rowan Ainsley and I. I am their middle child—the bridge between two worlds, the only one among us who bears both their faces in mine. My elder brother Ian, mirrors my motherʼs dusky beauty; my youngest Rowan, is a mirror image of our father. Yet it is I—and only I—who was born with magic. Since my mother hails from a proud matrilineal culture in northeastern India, a land where the bloodline is determined through daughters rather than sons and my father came from a strongly patriarchal family, very soon after marriage, they understood that their conflicting cultures could potentially cause problems for them in the long run. So, they crafted an agreement that felt like an enchanting puzzle piece fitting into the greater whole: their sons would bear the Ainsley name; and I, as their only daughter, would carry my motherʼs proud Thanzauva name.
From the moment I could remember, our lives were nomadic—and not by choice. Fatherʼs postings in the armed forces whisked us from one city to another: from the rolling green hills of Edinburgh to the bustling heart of Mumbai, and then back to sleepy military towns across Scotland. Each town demanded a new school, new friends, new places to hide my uncertainties.
When Father finally received a permanent posting in Glasgow, it felt like roots finally growing into the earth rather than dust blowing in the wind. School didnʼt change anymore, and for the first time, I could find spaces to explore who I was without constant disruption. I attended St. Mungoʼs Academy, a bustling school known for its fierce rugby teams and proud academic tradition. My elder brother, Ian, was preparing to leave for university—he had just been accepted to the University of Edinburgh, where he hoped to study Software-engineering and AI. My younger brother Rowan, just a year and a half younger than me, attended St. Mungoʼs as well, trailing behind me in the halls with an eager curiosity that sometimes drove me mad but secretly comforted me.
Traveling so much meant my circle of friends was ever-changing. Each new place brought new faces—quiet kids who shared my love for books, boisterous friends who could play without end, and steady companions who, like me, lived with homes scattered across the world. We shared fleeting moments of laughter and secret clubs, aware always that goodbyes would come all too soon. It was a life of precious connections made and lost, leaving me forever both grateful and guarded.
School was moments of fierce joy when I could outrun everyone on the fields; moments of quiet retreat when words failed or eyes judged. I was quick with a joke, a storyteller at heart, but always cautious where to open my heart. The teasing was never cruel, just sharp enough to sting. “Half-breed,” a whisper one time, shared behind a hand and a smile that didnʼt reach the eyes. I learned to laugh it off, but inside, I felt the sharp pull of loneliness—never quite belonging, never quite understood. Each year, the long school breaks were spent with my motherʼs family in India, where the air was thick with jasmine and the laughter of cousins and the endless stories that were told by my grandmother beneath the vast Indian sky. Despite the distance, those months tethered me firmly to a history that stretched back generations. The contrast between the quiet, rain-soaked mornings of Glasgow and the vibrant, sun-drenched afternoons of Shillong was the dance of the two worlds within me.
First Instance of Magic
Reducio
It happened when I was ten. The day began as ordinary as any, with cloudy skies over Glasgow, in a classroom washed with the gray light of a Scottish afternoon. A classmateʼs bullying had reached its peak, and words—sharp as glass—flew between
us as I stood up to her. When she hurled her bag at me, something ancient and electric surged within. The bag hung frozen mid-air, and then, it dropped harmlessly to the floor. When she then lunged, having lost all composure, the air itself seemed to awaken, flinging her backward, sending her skidding into the blackboard with a muffled thud. I remember staring at my own trembling hands, breathless, the classroom ringing with stunned silence.
The next evening, as the scent of dinner filled our Glasgow home, a stranger appeared at our door—a woman cloaked in deep indigo robes that shimmered like starlight. I thought sheʼd escaped from a festival or convention, but the certainty in her eyes silenced my doubts. She spoke softly, explaining that what Iʼd done was not an accident —that I had inherited the gift that belonged to an ancient order of magic, and that she could teach me to master it. She offered not only guidance but a promise—that she could teach me to shape the power Iʼd unleashed, to turn wonder into will, and to walk the path of what I was born to be. Thus began the unraveling of my ordinary life, and the beginning of one woven from wonder, courage, and secrets yet untold.
us as I stood up to her. When she hurled her bag at me, something ancient and electric surged within. The bag hung frozen mid-air, and then, it dropped harmlessly to the floor. When she then lunged, having lost all composure, the air itself seemed to awaken, flinging her backward, sending her skidding into the blackboard with a muffled thud. I remember staring at my own trembling hands, breathless, the classroom ringing with stunned silence.
The next evening, as the scent of dinner filled our Glasgow home, a stranger appeared at our door—a woman cloaked in deep indigo robes that shimmered like starlight. I thought sheʼd escaped from a festival or convention, but the certainty in her eyes silenced my doubts. She spoke softly, explaining that what Iʼd done was not an accident —that I had inherited the gift that belonged to an ancient order of magic, and that she could teach me to master it. She offered not only guidance but a promise—that she could teach me to shape the power Iʼd unleashed, to turn wonder into will, and to walk the path of what I was born to be. Thus began the unraveling of my ordinary life, and the beginning of one woven from wonder, courage, and secrets yet untold.
STATUS: Pending, Catalina, 29th of October
-In your ency you are missing year and house which are both mandatory, please add both of them
-Please give more details on Anahita's backstory rather then just talk about her personality, this is things like where she went to school and why her family moved around
Changes have been made accordingly
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, October 30th
Last edited by Anahita Thanzauva on 29 Oct 2025, 08:35, edited 2 times in total.
Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand is Where I fall.
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Character name (First and last name): Nora Doyle
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?t=41869
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 8 | Accuracy: 5
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?t=41869
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 8 | Accuracy: 5
Character Backstory:
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Nora was born in Edinburgh, but she moved to London when she was almost five years old because of a job opportunity her dad decided to pursue. They got back nearly four years later when her parents realized they had been happier living in Edinburgh and regretted having left when they did. Those moves made it hard on Nora because of how painful it was to leave and start over and then do it again.
Her father is a helicopter pilot, clearly the one leaning more towards the adventurous type. Her mother is more grounded, with an interest in nature (and maybe beyond nature...?) she is also an herbalist who runs her own apothecary shop. They both love Nora very much but, at times, seem too absorbed in their own activities leaving her craving attention and connection. She has a couple of siblings, a brother and a sister. Twins. They are now in their teens, so they too spend most of their time doing their own things leaving Nora to seek companionship outside of their home.
Although she has friends at school and in her neighborhood, her friendships had not gotten as deep as she wanted them to. A girl who she was growing closer to soon moved away and everybody else seemed to already have their best friends picked from the years prior to her return to Edinburgh. In all, it feels like both at home and outside, she is surrounded by great people she cares about, but no one close enough to her heart. Something is definitely missing but she is far from giving up finding it!
Her father is a helicopter pilot, clearly the one leaning more towards the adventurous type. Her mother is more grounded, with an interest in nature (and maybe beyond nature...?) she is also an herbalist who runs her own apothecary shop. They both love Nora very much but, at times, seem too absorbed in their own activities leaving her craving attention and connection. She has a couple of siblings, a brother and a sister. Twins. They are now in their teens, so they too spend most of their time doing their own things leaving Nora to seek companionship outside of their home.
Although she has friends at school and in her neighborhood, her friendships had not gotten as deep as she wanted them to. A girl who she was growing closer to soon moved away and everybody else seemed to already have their best friends picked from the years prior to her return to Edinburgh. In all, it feels like both at home and outside, she is surrounded by great people she cares about, but no one close enough to her heart. Something is definitely missing but she is far from giving up finding it!
First Instance of Magic:
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Nora had convinced her sister to let her come along to the park where she was going to meet a couple of friends. While her sister waiter, the two of them sat on a bench watching some frogs by the pond as people passed by. Nora had just recently decided she was going to learn how to draw animals and wanted to practice sketching frogs.
She was particularly interested in one funny-looking frog that sat apart from the others. She had just started drawing it when a dog, off its leash, darted towards the pond, barking like a maniac. All the frogs quickly jumped into the water, except for the one Nora was attempting to draw.
Terrified for it, Nora shouted, "Jump, froggy!! JUMP!". Her sister, embarrassed by her noisy reaction, looked around to see if anyone was watching, but the dog owner was nowhere to be seen. It was just the two of them there, the angry dog, and the frozen frog.
As the dog drew closer and the scared frog wouldn't move, Nora jumped up from the bench. Then she took a step forward (despite her sister trying to pull her back), she stretched out her hands out towards the two animals and cried, "JUUUUMP!!!". At that moment, the little frog flew through the air, in an arch that was way higher than a frog could have ever jumped, landing right into the pond, past the other frogs, with a big splash. Her sister, with her mouth open, stared first at the pond, then at Nora, then back to the pond. Finally, she let go of Nora's arm. Nora sat back without making eye contact with her sister. "Did you just...throw that frog into the lake...like...WITH YOUR MIND???", her wide eyes still fixed on the pond. "I...Don't...know...? Maaaybe...?" They both sat quiet for a couple of minutes. Then Nora finally broke the silence. "Should we tell mom...?". Her sister took a deep breath, thought for a few seconds, then responded, "I...Don't...know...? Maaaybe...?"
They both held their legs up on the bench, hiding their mouths behind their arms while staring at the pond where there was now no dog, no frogs, and no explanation about what had just happened.
She was particularly interested in one funny-looking frog that sat apart from the others. She had just started drawing it when a dog, off its leash, darted towards the pond, barking like a maniac. All the frogs quickly jumped into the water, except for the one Nora was attempting to draw.
Terrified for it, Nora shouted, "Jump, froggy!! JUMP!". Her sister, embarrassed by her noisy reaction, looked around to see if anyone was watching, but the dog owner was nowhere to be seen. It was just the two of them there, the angry dog, and the frozen frog.
As the dog drew closer and the scared frog wouldn't move, Nora jumped up from the bench. Then she took a step forward (despite her sister trying to pull her back), she stretched out her hands out towards the two animals and cried, "JUUUUMP!!!". At that moment, the little frog flew through the air, in an arch that was way higher than a frog could have ever jumped, landing right into the pond, past the other frogs, with a big splash. Her sister, with her mouth open, stared first at the pond, then at Nora, then back to the pond. Finally, she let go of Nora's arm. Nora sat back without making eye contact with her sister. "Did you just...throw that frog into the lake...like...WITH YOUR MIND???", her wide eyes still fixed on the pond. "I...Don't...know...? Maaaybe...?" They both sat quiet for a couple of minutes. Then Nora finally broke the silence. "Should we tell mom...?". Her sister took a deep breath, thought for a few seconds, then responded, "I...Don't...know...? Maaaybe...?"
They both held their legs up on the bench, hiding their mouths behind their arms while staring at the pond where there was now no dog, no frogs, and no explanation about what had just happened.
STATUS: Pending, Catalina, 29th of October
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STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, October 30th
Index Registration
Name: Leo Fenwick
School Year: First
Link to the character page: Here
Character Statistics:
Character Special Race/Talent: Part-Goblin
Part - Goblin App
Character Backstory
FIOM
School Year: First
Link to the character page: Here
Character Statistics:
Reducio
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 6
Strength: 6
Wisdom: 6
Arcane Power: 3
Accuracy: 4
Evasion: 6
Strength: 6
Wisdom: 6
Arcane Power: 3
Accuracy: 4
Character Special Race/Talent: Part-Goblin
Part - Goblin App
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Leo Fenwick’s origins were Godric’s Hollow—a town rich not only in its wizarding history but also in myths. Even so, he was different from other kids right off the bat. Not because of some great destiny or grand prophecy but rather because of who he was made of. The one and only Grath Fenwick, a proud and fiery-souled goblin metalsmith of the very rare pure-blood kind, was Leo’s dad. His family had long been the trendsetters of the metallic alchemists and ceremonial blade-forgers of Gringotts. On the other hand, Eleanor Fenwick (mother of Leo, née Dawlish) was a half-blood witch and her origins went back to a venerable wizarding family that had connections to the Auror Office. So when they came together they were the perfect example of two worlds that seldom met on the same level and Leo, their only son, became the carrier of the heritage of both.
Being half-goblin, Leo’s ancestry manifested in not very obvious ways. A human boy’s ears are pointy, but Leo’s were just a tad too pointy. His golden-brown eyes also sparkled with a metal-like shine when exposed to light. His fingers were long and skillful, among other things, because the kind of work his father did at the forge had to be taught to the children he took to his workshop. He was smaller than most children of the same age, but he had that quiet type of confidence in himself. The goblin bloodline in him at times gave him such an overpowering nature that some people got scared of him, but he also had an enormous curiosity and could very well have the patience of a craftsman far beyond his years.
Not only from his dad’s side but also from the customs and pride of the goblin culture, Leo was informed.. He grew up as a bilingual, learning from each of his parents, and he also knew how to speak Gobbledegook and did not think twice about switching the language with his dad when they were in the workshop. On every Winter Solstice, he would go and work with his dad at the family forge making a small metal token that stands for power and freshness—a tradition they had from their ancestors. Grath drilled into him the craft values held by the goblins: the idea that real invention leaves a bit of the creator’s soul in the thing and that one becomes master through grasp, not through ownership.
From his mom Leo learned to be captivated by the wonders of wizarding magic. Eleanor was always there to teach spells, runes, and charm theory, etc., and show how magic is a tool that can be used not only for metal and fire but for the whole world. She saw that he had an insatiable desire for knowledge and told him that knowledge was the bridge that connects different peoples. Her family name was like a badge of honor for the wizarding community but it also came with prejudice. A few members of the community would whisper when they spotted a little boy with goblin-like features walking alongside her through Godric’s Hollow. Eleanor confronted their looks with defiance, while Leo learned very quickly how to keep his composure and not look down.
His dual heritage made him the middle one. He was not quite a goblin and not quite a wizard. Goblins, he was their suspect, they looked at him with suspicion; and wizards greeted him with a doubtful polite smile. However, Leo finally understood that this place, the place in-between, gave him more insight than the las. He could recognize the precision of goblin metalcraft and the liberty of wizarding spellwork thus he could combine both into a new kind of magic. He had a very rare and almost unbelievable affinity with magical materials, the ability to sense their vibration or to feel their heartbeat under his fingertips.
Leo is going to school at Hogwarts and he is taking with him both a wand and a silver charm in the shape of a flame which is the gift his dad gave him before he left. He is the one who embodies the very first of a kind concept: The oneness of creation, magic, and bloodlines that have been separated for a long time. WC - 711
Being half-goblin, Leo’s ancestry manifested in not very obvious ways. A human boy’s ears are pointy, but Leo’s were just a tad too pointy. His golden-brown eyes also sparkled with a metal-like shine when exposed to light. His fingers were long and skillful, among other things, because the kind of work his father did at the forge had to be taught to the children he took to his workshop. He was smaller than most children of the same age, but he had that quiet type of confidence in himself. The goblin bloodline in him at times gave him such an overpowering nature that some people got scared of him, but he also had an enormous curiosity and could very well have the patience of a craftsman far beyond his years.
Not only from his dad’s side but also from the customs and pride of the goblin culture, Leo was informed.. He grew up as a bilingual, learning from each of his parents, and he also knew how to speak Gobbledegook and did not think twice about switching the language with his dad when they were in the workshop. On every Winter Solstice, he would go and work with his dad at the family forge making a small metal token that stands for power and freshness—a tradition they had from their ancestors. Grath drilled into him the craft values held by the goblins: the idea that real invention leaves a bit of the creator’s soul in the thing and that one becomes master through grasp, not through ownership.
From his mom Leo learned to be captivated by the wonders of wizarding magic. Eleanor was always there to teach spells, runes, and charm theory, etc., and show how magic is a tool that can be used not only for metal and fire but for the whole world. She saw that he had an insatiable desire for knowledge and told him that knowledge was the bridge that connects different peoples. Her family name was like a badge of honor for the wizarding community but it also came with prejudice. A few members of the community would whisper when they spotted a little boy with goblin-like features walking alongside her through Godric’s Hollow. Eleanor confronted their looks with defiance, while Leo learned very quickly how to keep his composure and not look down.
His dual heritage made him the middle one. He was not quite a goblin and not quite a wizard. Goblins, he was their suspect, they looked at him with suspicion; and wizards greeted him with a doubtful polite smile. However, Leo finally understood that this place, the place in-between, gave him more insight than the las. He could recognize the precision of goblin metalcraft and the liberty of wizarding spellwork thus he could combine both into a new kind of magic. He had a very rare and almost unbelievable affinity with magical materials, the ability to sense their vibration or to feel their heartbeat under his fingertips.
Leo is going to school at Hogwarts and he is taking with him both a wand and a silver charm in the shape of a flame which is the gift his dad gave him before he left. He is the one who embodies the very first of a kind concept: The oneness of creation, magic, and bloodlines that have been separated for a long time. WC - 711
Character Backstory
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Leo was a young boy from Godric’s Hollow, a magical and cozy village where wizards and witches lived together in harmony. The place was magic-filled yet safe which made it very different from the cities he had only heard of. Magic was everywhere—there were small charms sparkling in windows, enchanted lanterns flickering along the cobbled streets, and mysterious objects floating lazily in the air. Leo didn’t know any spells, but he really liked to see magic happening around him.
Although the village looked quite peaceful, the streets were still bustling with the villagers’ activities. Wizards and witches were carrying potion ingredients, dusty spellbooks, and strange magical trinkets that even Leo couldn’t figure out the use of. He wanted to see and hear everything. Once in a while, the friends of his father—magical inventors—allowed him to look in their workshops where self-writing quills wrote on parchments, cloaks changed colors by one wave of magic, and small enchanted hats gave cool air to hot heads. Leo was so eager to trying doing these things with him.
His biggest amazement was with the small magical devices that were lying everywhere unattended. Little brooms flew over the streets as if they were doing their own errands, dust disappeared from the stone paths, and sneezewort sprites—mischievous light creatures—were running among the villagers making them laugh and sneeze. The smells of potions, baked goods, and parchment were coming together nicely in the air, and at the same time, there was the occasional pop! of a spell that was not successful.
To Leo, walking around Godric’s Hollow was similar to attending a magical concert. Lamps were twinkling with very far away charms, smooth and soft tunes were coming from enchanted instruments placed outside houses, and jars of potion ingredients were rattling gently on shelves. He was very keen on noticing small details – wands made with twisting vines, little charms glittering in the sun, runes that he could not yet decipher.
Leo was not a mere spectator. He was the leader of a small group of friends that were just as crazy about magic as him. As none of them were able to do real spells, they would spend their time coming up with new ideas for tricks, preparing “pretend” potions out of anything they could find, and starting small magical incidents which would make them laugh so hard that tears would come to their eyes.
Leo’s dreams were big as a result of being brought up in a magic-filled Godric’s Hollow. He made a plan to move out of the village when he finally would be able to perform real spells with his own wand-first to be able to visit the other parts of the wizard world and then to discover all its secrets.
Although the village looked quite peaceful, the streets were still bustling with the villagers’ activities. Wizards and witches were carrying potion ingredients, dusty spellbooks, and strange magical trinkets that even Leo couldn’t figure out the use of. He wanted to see and hear everything. Once in a while, the friends of his father—magical inventors—allowed him to look in their workshops where self-writing quills wrote on parchments, cloaks changed colors by one wave of magic, and small enchanted hats gave cool air to hot heads. Leo was so eager to trying doing these things with him.
His biggest amazement was with the small magical devices that were lying everywhere unattended. Little brooms flew over the streets as if they were doing their own errands, dust disappeared from the stone paths, and sneezewort sprites—mischievous light creatures—were running among the villagers making them laugh and sneeze. The smells of potions, baked goods, and parchment were coming together nicely in the air, and at the same time, there was the occasional pop! of a spell that was not successful.
To Leo, walking around Godric’s Hollow was similar to attending a magical concert. Lamps were twinkling with very far away charms, smooth and soft tunes were coming from enchanted instruments placed outside houses, and jars of potion ingredients were rattling gently on shelves. He was very keen on noticing small details – wands made with twisting vines, little charms glittering in the sun, runes that he could not yet decipher.
Leo was not a mere spectator. He was the leader of a small group of friends that were just as crazy about magic as him. As none of them were able to do real spells, they would spend their time coming up with new ideas for tricks, preparing “pretend” potions out of anything they could find, and starting small magical incidents which would make them laugh so hard that tears would come to their eyes.
Leo’s dreams were big as a result of being brought up in a magic-filled Godric’s Hollow. He made a plan to move out of the village when he finally would be able to perform real spells with his own wand-first to be able to visit the other parts of the wizard world and then to discover all its secrets.
FIOM
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Leo, till this day, holds the memory very fresh in his mind of the very first moment he realized he's capable of magic. He was only four years old, sitting on a very high stool in his mum's potion-loaded kitchen in Godric's Hollow. The whole house was dead quiet, and the only thing you could hear was the bubbling sound of a cauldron sitting in a corner, releasing rainbow-colored smoke clouds that mixed and twisted with each other to form ghost-like figures. To Leo, it was the most fantastic thing he had ever looked at.
Among other things, the counter had a tiny glass bottle loaded with something silver and shiny—powdered moonstone. It glittered as bright as if it was a bunch of stars caught in one bottle. Leo found it to be the most beautiful thing not only in the kitchen but in the whole world. He came forward, but his hand was shaking so much because he knew his mom wouldn't allow it if she saw that he was touching her ingredients. However, it was so nice that he couldn't resist getting hold of it.
After scooping it up, a moment with his heart racing, he only looked at the vial. Then—in an attempt to imitate how he saw his mom sprinkling the ingredients—he over-turned the bottle a bit too much. The powder that was on the counter got spilled and instead of dust rising from it began to shine. There were small spheres of light going up to the sky, they were coming, they were revolving, and it seemed that they were living beings.
At this point, Leo was not able to move. The opening of his mouth and the enlargement of his eyes came to him as a surprise. The shining balls that were spinning around the counter, evading Leo when he tried to grab them, as though they were playing with him. Some of them even gently touched his fingers making the warm and exciting light tingle on his skin. He felt it in his chest - an odd, exhilarating rush, a mixture of wonder, excitement, and disbelief. His heart grew big, and for the very first time, he really felt the sense of... power.
His mum came back from wherever she was, just in time, to witness the whole incident. Seeing it, she did not scold him but instead smiled and chuckled. "Well," she said, "it appears that the magic came with you, son. You just had to want it."
Leo wasn't able to utter a single word. What he did was just to look at her and then back at the lights that were still moving in the air. That was the point of time when everything became different for him. Magic stopped being just something that the grown-ups had—it was his, too. A thing that was real. A thing that was alive. A thing that he could touch. A thing that would make his heart flutter and bring his creativity to such heights as he hadn't known before.
Among other things, the counter had a tiny glass bottle loaded with something silver and shiny—powdered moonstone. It glittered as bright as if it was a bunch of stars caught in one bottle. Leo found it to be the most beautiful thing not only in the kitchen but in the whole world. He came forward, but his hand was shaking so much because he knew his mom wouldn't allow it if she saw that he was touching her ingredients. However, it was so nice that he couldn't resist getting hold of it.
After scooping it up, a moment with his heart racing, he only looked at the vial. Then—in an attempt to imitate how he saw his mom sprinkling the ingredients—he over-turned the bottle a bit too much. The powder that was on the counter got spilled and instead of dust rising from it began to shine. There were small spheres of light going up to the sky, they were coming, they were revolving, and it seemed that they were living beings.
At this point, Leo was not able to move. The opening of his mouth and the enlargement of his eyes came to him as a surprise. The shining balls that were spinning around the counter, evading Leo when he tried to grab them, as though they were playing with him. Some of them even gently touched his fingers making the warm and exciting light tingle on his skin. He felt it in his chest - an odd, exhilarating rush, a mixture of wonder, excitement, and disbelief. His heart grew big, and for the very first time, he really felt the sense of... power.
His mum came back from wherever she was, just in time, to witness the whole incident. Seeing it, she did not scold him but instead smiled and chuckled. "Well," she said, "it appears that the magic came with you, son. You just had to want it."
Leo wasn't able to utter a single word. What he did was just to look at her and then back at the lights that were still moving in the air. That was the point of time when everything became different for him. Magic stopped being just something that the grown-ups had—it was his, too. A thing that was real. A thing that was alive. A thing that he could touch. A thing that would make his heart flutter and bring his creativity to such heights as he hadn't known before.
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, October 30th
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Index Registration
Character name: Lyric Tobin
School Year: 1st Year
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?t=41951
Character Statistics:
-Stamina: 5
-Evasion: 4
-Strength: 5
-Wisdom: 6
-Arcane Power: 6
-Accuracy: 4
Character Special Race/Talent:
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
School Year: 1st Year
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?t=41951
Character Statistics:
-Stamina: 5
-Evasion: 4
-Strength: 5
-Wisdom: 6
-Arcane Power: 6
-Accuracy: 4
Character Special Race/Talent:
Reducio
Lyric became a werewolf when she was nine years old. The incident of the bite occurred while she was playing with her younger brother and sister in the sprawling fields behind their house. It was dark out besides the full moon, and the three children had just been called inside by their mother. In that instant, as they were returning from the house, a large creature suddenly burst from the underbrush and started for them. Lyric stood between her siblings and the beast, which was a werewolf, though they didn't know at the time. Both siblings made it to the house unscathed, however the werewolf caught Lyric around the left ankle as she attempted to run, leaving three distinct bite marks. Her father then shot at the werewolf from the front porch, and it ran away. For the next few weeks Lyric was extremely ill and feverish. She experienced lapses of what appeared to be insanity to her family, and was very weak. She supposedly healed, and things went back to normal until the full moon. Lyric had been irritable all day and was sent to her room for as punishment, where the door was locked. As the full moon rose, Lyric transformed for the first time in an extremely painful process. She tore apart her bed sheets and scrabbled at the door and walls. Her parents, distressed by the horrible noise opened her door only to be attacked by a feral animal that they (being muggles) had naught the slightest notion was there daughter. Thinking the werewolf had killed Lyric and was going to kill them, Lyric's father got a hold of his gun and aimed a shot at the werewolf, but it was unloaded. The family fled from the house with Lyric, in werewolf form, locked inside. When they returned later that morning it was to find their daughter laying on the floor, frail and wrapped in scraps. They assumed the werewolf had escaped the house and Lyric miraculously survived the attack. Lyric, however, knew the truth. As much as it confused and frightened her, she remembered the transformation and attacking her own family. She realized that she had become a monster, and instead of telling her parents she ran away to a house hidden in the woods. Inside it she found an old muggle, who was very sick after a bullet wound to his leg. Ever the caretaker, Lyric attempted to help him as much as possible, and in return he allowed her to stay in his home and cared for her as his own daughter for a little while. Soon Lyric admitted to the man (who's name was Christopher Klouse) that she would turn into a monster, and he revealed that she was a werewolf, as was he. Mr. Klouse informed her that he had broken loose from his confines one night and has been the one to bite her, hence the bullet wound. It was later arranged that Mr. Klouse would give her sanctuary for that one night of every month that she transformed, and she returned to her anxious family. Mr. Klouse told them he was a doctor and that every month Lyric would have to visit him for check-ups, which they agreed to. Lyric was admitted to Hogwarts two years later in the hopes that any proper accommodations could be made for her to attend the school.
Character Backstory:
Reducio
Lyric was born on the windy and cold noon of October 8th, 2014 in Manhattan, New York. For her early childhood she lived in a small apartment building and was rarely permitted to leave. During that time her grandmother had recently been diagnosed with a fatal illness and came to live with Lyric and her mother during her dying days. These days taught Lyric to be a quiet child who could entertain herself and do as she's told, as well as be a caretaker to the family. Lyric's father had taken her two older siblings to England and was working there (selling plots of land in the countryside) to save up enough money to send for the child and her mother after Ousel (Lyric's ill grandmother) passed. In the weeks before she died Ousel began to talk of nonsensical things and continuously persisted to Lyric's mother that Lyric was a witch, distressing the poor mother to no end. Lyric moved to the countryside of Long Man, England from America when she was six, and lives there currently with her father (Albert Tobin), mother (Juliette Tobin), and four siblings: Jason (15), Matilda (12), Rupert (8), and Freya (4). She is homeschooled and has a basic education but considering she is muggle-born, has no prior knowledge of magic or the wizarding world. Her family lives a few miles away from the nearest town, and home life is simple and domestic. Except, of course, that one dreaded night of each month when Lyric travels up to Mr. Klouse's house for her transformation. When Lyric and her family learned she was a witch and had a place at Hogwarts, they were at first shocked, then anxious, then excited. Lyric is eager for her first year at Hogwarts and hopes to learn a great deal!
First Instance of Magic:
Reducio
Lyric first encountered magic when she was five and had wandered away from her mother on the busy New York streets while she was buying food from a cart. Lyric walked right into the street and was nearly run over, but just before a car was about to hit her, she suddenly found herself back in the arms of her anxious and confused mother. Strange occurrences such as this would persist in the later years of Lyric's life, but this was the first and most notable.
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, October 30th
Index Registration
Character name (first and last name): Azrael Holloway.
School year or adult level: First year.
Does any profile info need changing?: nope.
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=41958
Character statistics:
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 5
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 6
ArcPower: 7
Accuracy: 8
Character backstory:
First instance of magic:
"The Sun's shadow knows no fear, no dawn. Is the watcher always watched, or simply drawn?"
School year or adult level: First year.
Does any profile info need changing?: nope.
Link to the character page: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=41958
Character statistics:
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 5
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 6
ArcPower: 7
Accuracy: 8
Character backstory:
Reducio
Azrael was born on November of 2013 at the family manor with the help of a midwife, his father is named "Malcolm Holloway" and his mother is named "Lonnie Holloway", Azrael and has family have lived a peaceful and quiet life by themselves on a manor hidden away in the wizarding world, while they come from a long lineage of wizards- they prefer to live peacefully in solitude, and barely go out (which as a result caused their pale skins), they have a VERY strong dislike for sunlight and prefer to stay indoors if possible; Azrael and his parents are very close knit, and they care deeply about each other despite being so stoic; Azrael doesn't have any siblings or distant family members, it's just him and his parents and it's always been that way- his parents are estranged from their parents and no longer talk to them, as a result of this, Azrael's parents are very overprotective of him- and while they were excited and happy when he got his Hogwarts letter, they were hesitant to let him go, still, they decided to send him in the end- now, here at Hogwarts, he struggles to talk to people and make friends, and is slowly trying to figure things out for himself, especially now that he's in Gryffindor and with so much noise inside the boys dormitory- still, he's trying his best and is thinking of sending his parents an owl to reassure them that he's alright, as they must be anxious as to how he's doing and settling in- he hasn't gotten the hang of things just yet, so he has to rush everywhere and pay even more close attention than he usually would, it's only been a few days since he arrived at Hogwarts, so luckily for him there's still a lot of time to learn, settle in properly and start making his first friends.
First instance of magic:
Reducio
Azrael had been walking home with his parents through a muggle town, when a very aggressive dog (snarling, clearly about to attack) came charging towards them, Azrael became immediately agitated as he realized the dog was coming for his mother- but when it got to her, the dog immediately stopped, looking around as if incredibly disoriented and then quickly ran away- Azrael thought he had somehow scared it off, but his parents knew better- Azrael had been homeschooled his entire life, as he HATED Going out for school with other kids, so using magic was a first for him and obviously very strange- he didn't even think it was magic at first, just a "weird coincidence".
STATUS: Approved, Fire Davies, October 30th
"The Sun's shadow knows no fear, no dawn. Is the watcher always watched, or simply drawn?"
Index Registration
Name: Jada Blake
Year: First
House: Slytherin
Age: 11 years old
DoB: 23 October 2013
Species: Human
Blood Status: Half-blood
Wand: 23,5 cm walnut wood and unicorn hair, rather bendy, appropriate for duelists
Nationality: Half French, half English
Place of residence: London, England
House: Slytherin
Age: 11 years old
DoB: 23 October 2013
Species: Human
Blood Status: Half-blood
Wand: 23,5 cm walnut wood and unicorn hair, rather bendy, appropriate for duelists
Nationality: Half French, half English
Place of residence: London, England
History
First Instance of Magic:
Her first instance of accidental magic was at the age of 5 when the neighbour's dog was barking loudly when she was walking by trying to get home. She closed her eyes tightly and when she opened them again, she had accidentally removed the dogs voice. This resulted in the dog being muted for the duration of a week. She was in big trouble as the neighbours frantically tried to help their dog, who now, refused to leave the house from fear of losing his voice again.
Life Prior to Hogwarts:
Jada was a very happy toddler and made many friends throughout her first handful of years. But as she grew older, she became more introverted and stopped making as many new friends. She stuck with what she knew, the people she knew, the things she knew. As people moved to other countries or other schools, she began to find herself alone a lot more often. At first this didn't bother her much as she spent more time at home, alone with her thoughts, but she soon began to miss being constantly surrounded by the sounds of carefree laughter and having others to talk to who actually listened and responded. Although we felt a bit lonely at times, she knew that it was better for her this way. With more spare time on her hands, she began to look deeper into subjects and topics that of interest, the history of magic amongst muggles being one of them. One summer evening she was sitting on their porch, delved deep in one of her favourite books when she felt something sharp hit the back of her head. She sat up and found a sealed letter on the floor next to her. She looked up to the sky, searching for the source of the letter and saw a tiny brown barn owl fly into the distance. This was it! The letter she’d been waiting for! She was overjoyed at receiving her Hogwarts letter. Ever since her parents had told her about her magic, she had been anxious about attending the magic school. This would be her proper introduction into the magical world, were she would be able to make herself seen. Perhaps she would even leave a legacy of her own.
Trunk
Stamina: 8
Evasion: 7
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 7
ArcPower: 6
Accuracy: 4
STATUS: Approved -- Ophelia, 2 November
Jada Blake - Hogwarts Beauxbâtons - Kira Orlova
Sta 8│Eva 7│Str 3│ Sta 5│Eva 2│Str 8│
Wis 7│ArcP 6│Acc 4 Wis 7│ArcP 2│Acc 6
Index Registration
Character name (First and last name): Áine Luigsech
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
House: Gryffindor (She hates it)
Species: Human (Pure blood)
personality: She's quiet and observant. when she interacts she could be a bit condescending. She doesn't put up with nonsense and is rather serious.
Link to the character page: [urlhere=viewtopic.php?t=41993][/url]
I mean it works..?
Wand: 26,5 cm blackthorn wood and phoenix feather
Character Statistics:
Character Backstory (Lore
)
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
School Year or Adult Level: First Year
House: Gryffindor (She hates it)
Species: Human (Pure blood)
personality: She's quiet and observant. when she interacts she could be a bit condescending. She doesn't put up with nonsense and is rather serious.
Link to the character page: [urlhere=viewtopic.php?t=41993][/url]
I mean it works..?
Wand: 26,5 cm blackthorn wood and phoenix feather
Character Statistics:
Reducio
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 8
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 10
ArcPower: 4
Accuracy: 6
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 8
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 10
ArcPower: 4
Accuracy: 6
Character Backstory (Lore
) Reducio
She lived with her parents and their house elf Morri Connor Luigsech and Maeve Luigsech are her parents. They had been in the same year and graduated in 1991. She lived on Tory Island (Toraigh) their family had moved there centuries ago when witches and wizards were forced underground due to the statue of secrecy. She's got a close relationship with her parents and while her mother tried to get her into cooking shes great at it but she's more akin to her father often spending time studying usually history. She lived in a small valley hidden with magic with other wizards. This village has been around for centuries dating back to ancient times but it only vanished off maps when the statue of secrecy went into force. She's well read and educated being homeschooled by her parents who often help in the realm of magical sciences. Her strong suits are reading,writing (although she hates writing) and spelling. Math however while she's proficient she absolutely despises it and finds it boring. Most of her days are spent reading about the middle ages shes fascinated by the muggle king William the Conqueror and other muggles like Julius Caesar or chasing Morri and playing hide and seek when not playing with the other wizard children. Sometimes she'll gather with her play mates play hide and seek however her world has been limited to the edge of the valley till now (not that she hasn't tried to sneak out before) She got very frustrated doing math with her mom. As she got frustrated she did have an autistic meltdown something very very rare for her. However as she was frustrated she lost her cool and then suddenly as she began crying and screaming the math book flew off the table that she and her mom were at and it flew into the wall. That made her fascinated as she grew up seeing her parents use magic at home That was in 2019 when she was 5 years of age and the 8 years between the incident and her coming to Hogwarts were her parents trying to prepare her to live abroad fearing her autism might cause challenges
STATUS: Pending, Orion Lécuyer, Nov. 3rd, 2025
❧ You need to add the following information to your ency page: House, Year, and Species. (It is not required that you have your character's personality and appearance on your ency, it is definitely something I recommend so others can get a better image/idea of who your character is!)
STATUS: Approved, Orion Lécuyer, Nov. 3rd, 2025
Last edited by Áine Luigsech on 3 Nov 2025, 22:46, edited 8 times in total.
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."