You can find an up-to-date roster for this school here. If you notice anything that is inaccurate, reach out to the headmaster of this school, Emery Albrecht.

1. Durmstrang has very few muggleborns, but they have many pure-bloods, wizard-borns and to a lesser extend half-bloods.
2. Durmstrang students start school one year before the other schools, this year is called a "foundation year" and this is followed by numerical years. This would align with the years at all of the other schools including Hogwarts. To be clear, it goes "Foundation Year" at age 10, 1st year at age 11, 2nd year at 12, and all the way up to 7th year.
3. Durmstrang students must reside in one of the following countries:
   
   • Albania
   • Austria
   • Bosnia and Herzegovina
   • Bulgaria
   • Croatia
   • Czechia
   • Denmark
   • Finland
   • Germany
   • Greenland
   • Hungary
   • Iceland
   • Kosovo
   • Mainland Greece
   • Montenegro
   • North Macedonia
   • Norway
   • Poland
   • Romania
   • Russia (Russian students can choose to attend Durmstrang or Koldovstoretz)
   • Serbia
   • Slovakia
   • Slovenia
   • Sweden
   • The Faroe Islands
   • Türkiye

Name: Nothing from the sacred 28. No plagiarizing names from other fandoms.
PC Name:
Year: Must be the same year or younger than your PC.
Link to your Character Page: The link to your iNPCs ency. If you haven't created one yet, please do so before registering.
Your iNPC ency follows the same rules as your PC ency.
Status: Muggleborn, Halfblood, Wizardborn, Pureblood
Residence: This should be the place your character currently lives.
Nationality: This should be the nation which your character belongs to.
History: We are looking for at least 200 words describing their history. This is their life, their family. Their upbringing. This is separate from their personality and their appearance. This is not their ambitions or aspirations, this is the story of their life and the story of their life being reduced to a mere few hundred words should not be able to give their life justice. We want a well-thought out character. Please remember, they do not have awesome special powers that nobody else has. Also, please remember that your background needs to make sense, we will not accept purebloods that were raised as muggles without a very good reason and a detailed explanation on how this happened and why this happened. Idle interest, the vague statement of normalcy or protection will not cut it.
First Magic: We do need a few sentences on their first magic as well. Remember, this will be your first instance of underaged, unintentional, wandless magic before you start school.
Is your character a Quidditch player/Broom racer/Duelist? This applies if you are any of the schools. Players with an already created NPC from can state that their iNPC is a quidditch player/Broom racer/Duelist. Your sport choice (broom racing, quidditch, dueling) for your NPC can be the same as your PC. This is a binary YES/NO. Please remember that you can only be in one sport as an iNPC.
Stats: They should add up to what you can have for your year if you were human or having Special Race/Talent. So if you create a Special Race/Talent iNPC, you should have 5 less stats in total than if you were human. Stat points from sports wins are NOT shared across accounts unless they were earned before 1 July 2025.
Special Race/Ability: To be accepted for a special ability such as Parselmouth or Seer or a special race (such as a Dhampir or part Goblin) you would need to apply for this on initial character creation. You need a 500 w/c application for special race/abilities.
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? If they are a first year from Sept 2024, they would be accepted normally. If they are not a first year, please include 50 words on how they transferred into the school or hid their abilities.

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[u]Name:[/u] Nothing from the sacred 28. No plagiarizing names from other fandoms.
[u]PC Name:[/u]
[u]Year:[/u] Must be the same year or younger than your PC. 
[u]Link to your Character Page:[/u] The link to your iNPCs ency. If you haven't created one yet, please do so before registering. 
Your iNPC ency follows the same rules as your PC ency. 
[u]Status:[/u] Muggleborn, Halfblood, Wizardborn, Pureblood
[u]Residence:[/u] This should be the place your character currently lives.
[u]Nationality:[/u] This should be the nation which your character belongs to. 
[u]History:[/u] We are looking for [i]at least[/i] 200 words describing their history. This is their life, their family. Their upbringing. This is separate from their personality and their appearance. This is not their ambitions or aspirations, this is the story of their life and the story of their life being reduced to a mere few hundred words should not be able to give their life justice. We want a well-thought out character. Please remember, they do not have awesome special powers that nobody else has. Also, please remember that your background needs to make sense, we will not accept purebloods that were raised as muggles without a very good reason and a detailed explanation  on how this happened and why this happened. Idle interest, the vague statement of normalcy or protection will not cut it.

[u]First Magic:[/u] We do need a few sentences on their first magic as well. Remember, this will be your first instance of underaged, unintentional, wandless magic before you start school.

[u]Is your character a Quidditch player/Broom racer/Duelist?[/u] This applies if you are any of the schools. Players with an already created NPC from can state that their iNPC is a quidditch player/Broom racer/Duelist. Your sport choice (broom racing, quidditch, dueling) for your NPC can be the same as your PC. This is a binary YES/NO. Please remember that you can only be in one sport as an iNPC.

[u]Stats:[/u] They should add up to what you can have for your year if you were human or having Special Race/Talent. So if you create a Special Race/Talent iNPC, you should have 5 less stats in total than if you were human. Wins from games (quidditch, broom racing, dueling) by your player character or NPC are also applied to your other account.

[u]Special Race/Ability:[/u] To be accepted for a special ability such as Parselmouth or Seer or a special race (such as a Dhampir or part Goblin) you would need to apply for this on [i]initial character creation[/i]. You need a [b][u]500 w/c[/u][/b] application for special race/abilities.

[u]If special race/ability, how did they join the school?[/u] If they are a first year from Sept 2024, they would be accepted normally. If they are not a first year, please include 50 words on how they transferred into the school or hid their abilities.

Application for iNPC Updates:

For Stat updates and ability applications, please apply in the ability applications thread and Stat Update thread respectfully.

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Stats: Approved
Abilities: Approved

Name: Ash Andwiltz
School: Durmstrang
Year: Second
Age:11
Appearance: Dark Green eyes, pale skin, Brown hair. Quite little, for his age at Albania. His normal wear would be jeans, boots, big soft coats (because of the weather at Albania) and he wears glasses when he is at class.

Personality: He is a shy boy, intelligent, and scared of mostly anything, absolutely serious, does not like pranks, jokes or anything

History: Ash Andwiltz has been separated from his family since he was 5 years old. Why? Because first, his mother was killed, or lost, nobody knows. And his father? Well, his arrogant parent had moved away of him only when he had 5 years of life. To Ash, his family is only his Grandparents, clearly kind and loving to him.
When Ash, a true pure blood, was sure that he was going to be invited to Drumstrang, but most of all, he was scared. Of course, the place were Grinderwald, the already battled Dark wizard, came to that school. that made him cringe.
He didn't have his first sign of magic until he was eight years old, but before that happened, he was in desperate need of someone to help him control his anger. Ash hadn't found it yet, and you could ask, didn't he had any friends? No, Ash didn't have friends to have fun with, or to talk to.
He had tried, of course, but he was so little and fragile, unlike the other kids of his age there, that they all laughed. That was one of Ash's most difficult memories.
When he was seven years old, the little boy wasn't any taller at all. Or he hadn't changed his fear for Dark Wizards or magic. Still, no signs of magic in him, made him think that it wouldn't ever happen. Half good half bad, right?

At eight years old, Ash already had his first sign of magic at last. He had been waiting and loathing this day all his life.
Let me explain; Ash had been in the kitchen, when he was quarreling with his grandfather:
"You naughty boy! Look what you've done! It was my wand!" the grandfather said, as Ash sat there, trembling. Seeing his grandfather act like that was odd, of course.
"B-but gramps, I-I didn't do it on purpose" said the boy, his voice trembling.
The old man was red, with anger, but his head seemed to be exploding as they quarreled.
Ash's grandmother was at the verge of tears, her lip shaking.
When at least half an hour passed, that was the time we've all been waiting for.
"AND I ASK MYSELF WHAT YOUR FATHER WOULDVE SAID!!!" said the grandfather, of course, it had just escaped him.
Two seconds passed, and the tablecloth was lit on fire, green fire, and at the second, the grandmother casted a Extinguish charm just in time. Crying, Ash went to his room.

Three years passed, normal as it could be. The grandfather, of course, had buyed a new wand, and all was forgiven.
August 27th arrived, and Ash had finally received his letter to Drumstrang. Now, Ash's life had or will have to change. Maybe he has made friends there, or maybe not. But he knows,mthat someday, he will have to push his fears away.

Is your character a Quiddich Player?: NO

Approved

Ash Andwiltz Statistics

Stamina: 7
Evasion: 6
Strenght: 6
Wisdom: 8
Arc Power: 03
Accuracy: 7
Abilities:

Terrible Presence

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

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

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

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

WC|961

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Ash Andwiltz

Is your character a broom racer?: NO
Is your character a Quiddich player?: NO
Is your character a duelist?: YES

STATS

Terrible Presence

STA||8
EVA||6
STR||6
WIS||10
ARC P||3
ACC||7

Nikolai Dragov

School: Durmstrang
Year: Second Year
Birthday: October 28th
Age: 12
Race: Human
Blood Status: Pure-blood

Appearance: Nikolai has a rather athletic build to a kid of his age, clearly showing that he works out consistently and keeps active. He has dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a tan skin tone that sort of blend with his look as they all compliment one another. The Dragov boy appears to come off on the more serious side with an almost never-ending hardened expression on his face, making him out to look like a very serious person on the outside.

Personality: Nikolai is a rather reserved and serious person, or so he looks like it on the outside. He is still a person that is out there in showing his face to his fellow peers and socializes with others whether that be in or out of class. Although, he tries to act as if he doesn't care and use the simple of excuses of it being 'out of etiquette, mannerisms, and his duty as a fellow peer to help out', Nikolai actually does care deep down inside for others but suppresses those feelings from showing on the outside, choosing on hiding it inside to uphold his pride. Disciplined, determined, and hardworking are also another few traits of his. Although, he is especially ruthless during class in order to look good for his professors, not wanting to show any signs of weakness by holding back.

He enjoys every single moment he's with mother, constantly making sure to go home during their breaks to stay with her so that she may not be alone. Nikolai is a very determined and committed person that tries to live with a purpose and uphold his duties as a student, friend, son, etc. he always makes sure that do the best in whatever role of a relationship he may be to someone in general. He tends to be rather blunt and straightforward though, making it seems as if he's rude when he doesn't intentionally mean to be. Nikolai is also calculating and strategic, especially when it comes to picking his friends as well as his enemies.

Nik formed a liking for Combat Magic after his father and mother had talked about it once when reminiscing over Durmstrang and had explained it to him. He liked the idea of training his strength, agility, and endurance to use offensively and defensively with his magic. One day, he found himself suddenly having a peculiar interest in the muggle martial art known as Muay Thai after having found a book about it and began to use it to train himself. He has a knack for fighting and keeping his body conditioned to say the least.

History: Born on October 28th, 2007 to pure-bloods Krim Dragov and Anastasia Dragov née Kreinz, was Nikolai Dragov in wizarding world Moscow, Russia. Both of his parents met at Durmstrang Institute during their seventh year and continued to be a couple throughout their eighth year and even after graduation until finally getting married. His father had chose Combat Magic as his main class while his mother chose Dark Arts and became an Alchemist. He grew up with both of his parents for most of his childhood before attending Durmstrang Institute for Magical Learning. His father got the job of being a Hit Wizard in the Magical Law Enforcement Squad under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for the British Ministry of Magic. They moved to London in England for a better opportunity at life because of this when Nikolai was only at the age of three.

Nikolai grew up in a big house with his parents and was homeschooled for most of his childhood before attending Durmstrang just like most of the other kids that lived in the wizarding world. They saw nothing wrong with sending him to a Muggle primary school but his mother just preferred homeschooling him herself. The family of three were fans of Quidditch with both of his parents having played it during their time at Durmstrang and being exceptionally good players at the sport. Alas, their interests lied elsewhere in which they had pursued different careers. His parents still taught him how to fly a broom and would go outside at times to fly around with each other for fun. They were both strict and toughened people but also had a soft side to them when they were all together and bonding. The ways of Durmstrang had been implemented into both of his parents and the traditions stayed with them, making Nikolai workout every morning before his homeschooling lessons began to prepare him for going to Durmstrang and the survival training for the initiation ceremony.

He one day met a girl by the name of Adelaide Valerius, a pure-blood around his age, down by the creek near his house when he was younger. She lived on one side of the creek while Nikolai lived on the other. Nik had ran off in exploration to do what most kids do and was using his imagination, making up whatever came to his mind at the time that had him go outside. When he arrived at the stream he noticed the strikingly beautiful girl on the other side of it with green eyes and a honey brown color to her hair. Her facial structure was defined by the bright smile that was ever present on her face, allowing for a soft and calming look to her overall. She had already been there bent over in her multiple attempts to try and catch a fish or anything else that was jumping out of the water. Soon enough he got shy upon his arrival at the stream and sat down while doing his own thing, keeping his eyes locked to the ground and away from making contact with hers. That was until he was interrupted by a splash of water that came from her, followed by a light-hearted giggle that left Nikolai confused at first. He then returned the splash of water and eventually she went over to him across the stream by hopping on the rocks that made a path to the other side. From there it was history with the bond of their friendship, constantly being with each other everyday and teaching one another different things in their respective interests and hobbies.

It wasn't until the age of ten when he had another friend over at the Dragov's house and they were simply messing around, which quickly led into a heated argument and a loud outcry came from Nik's mouth, sending his friend flying backwards with a sudden burst of energy that happened to be accidental wandless magic. The following year when he was eleven, his father had been on an assignment to arrest a group of high-profile Dark Wizards and Witches in which the entire squad failed to do, resulting in the death of his father and his comrades. He began to push himself away from others, not really bothering to keep in contact with the friends he had made throughout his child or hangout with them aside from one person, which was Adelaide. In fact, Nikolai even began to close out his mother despite everything she tried to do for him.

Suddenly, one day when Nikolai was seeking comfort through Adelaide, it began to rain very hard and quickly. They were both on his side of the stream and Adelaide needed to get across to her side to go back home. But the rain said otherwise as it made the current of the stream more vicious and faster. She began to hop from one rock to the next to get across until she ended up slipping and fell into the stream, the river swiftly caught her with it's rough grasp and began to pull her down underwater and further downstream. Nikolai feared for her life as an adrenaline rush suddenly hit him, forcing him to jump in after her by instincts. He utilized the constant conditioning of his body to fight against the current as hard as he could and get to Adelaide who was a yard or two away from him, crying out for help. When he had finally reached her and extended his hand out to grab a hold of hers, she was viciously swept down under and the back of her head was smashed into against a rock, resulting in her death on the spot. Fear filled Nikolai's eyes as he hastily looked around for any sign of her until her lifeless body suddenly floated back up to the surface a few feet ahead of him with blood trailing behind her. Nikolai made quick work of getting to her and dragged the two of them out of the stream, working against the stream with all his strength in order to. The boy held her lifeless body in his arms with the rain seeming to coincidentally come to a halt once he held his dear friend and bring out the sun. He rocked back and forth in his spot on the grass with a downpour of tears and the emotional pain that came from his cries as he mourned the loss of his friend.

Shortly thereafter, Nikolai's life spiraled as he went into a deep feeling of sadness and depression due to Adelaide's death alongside his mother over his father's death. His mother was able to push through it in order to provide for her son but Nikolai couldn't help but suddenly harden his personality and become reserved. He began to form a serious personality that wouldn't open up to others so easily. His commitment to preparing himself for Durmstrang only grew from there to hone his cleverness and strength so that his ambitions may carry him to the top of his class at Durmstrang.

Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes.

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Nikolai Dragov

Race: Human
Year: Second Year (35 points)
Broom: Nimbus 1001

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Stamina: 6
Evasion: 2 (+1 due to Nimbus 1700)
Strength: 10 (+1 due to Nimbus 1700)
Wisdom: 7 (+1 due to Nimbus 1700)
Arcane Power: 1
Accuracy: 9 (+2 due to Nimbus 1700)

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒

Evasive Maneuvers

Effect: Harder to hit on average, 10% chance that anything that targets this wizard automatically misses. This is rolled separate from the attack roll.

This ability can be acquired up to 2 times. When acquired twice, this stacks so when acquired a second time this becomes a 20% chance.

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Ever since he was capable of physically training and conditioning his body on his own with the guidance of his parents, the first thing they Nikolai was to be quick and nimble on his feet but explosive with that. His parents both attended Durmstrang Institute when they were younger as it was also where they met, knowing full well the ways of Durmstrang and how it is at school. Their teachings from the school carried on with them into their adult life and even their jobs as they forever stuck to the ways of Durmstrang and what they were taught, leading them to both be an exceptionally good wizard and witch in terms of magical combat prowess. Through this they shared their teachings and experience from Durmstrang with their son, Nikolai Dragov, making sure that he full well understood what Durmstrang would be all about the second he arrived there.

They put him through workouts and conditioning sessions every day, more so specifically making him do a workout in the morning every time before his home-schooling began. Most of these workouts consisted of him using mainly his feet for it and being quick on them along with using his instincts. His father would cast Bluebell Flames aimed at him, which obviously does no harm aside from setting clothes on fire. So, it was coming out of his fathers pocket to pay for the clothes that managed to get singed. With this though, Nikolai quickly learned to dodge things coming towards him and be able to successfully evade it. With this though, he was a master at playing games with other kids his age and being able to juke them out or avoid them.

His training with his father proved useful once he came across Muay Thai in a muggle book on martial arts that they had found. Nikolai quickly grew to find a liking for this form of martial arts known as Muay Thai and learned it alongside his father with the both of them consistently practicing on each other whenever they had the free time to. They would continue such practice up until the day his father had died on the job for the ministry. Nikolai felt a sort of disconnection to the martial art and stopped training in Muay Thai once his father passed for a good while.

Upon arriving to Durmstrang though and finding himself a distraction, Nikolai got back to it during his free time throughout his first year. His fathers training with him when he was younger proved useful whenever he sparred with others and was able to evade attacks, stepping to the side, weaving under them, etc. He was also quick in running and getting around to classes if he was ever cutting it close for whatever odd reason.

WC: 465

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘

(Of what is still open)
Chaser
Second-string Chaser
Second-string Beater
Keeper

Status: Approved

Player is aware that he does not have IC access to the broom on either character until post graduation. So it will not be used in the game.

Character: Nikolai Dragov | Third Year | Quidditch Player

Statistics

Stamina: 9
Evasion: 3
Strength: 10
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 1
Accuracy: 10

Ability: Evasive Maneuvers
Total: 40

Added +5 to stats since I never updated the last time this was open. Might update this later to apply for his second ability. Not sure yet.

Name: Aleksandr Teräväinen *
School: Durmstrang
Year: 3rd Year (edited in this correction, sorry!)
Age: 14

Appearance: Sasha stands tall and lean, nearly reaching 6 foot tall and still growing. He's got pale skin that is beginning to curve sharply inwards around his bones, though he's developing a bit of muscle in his arms due to his time spent playing Quidditch. His eyes are a vibrant green that shines brightly when the light hits them just right, and radiant, flowy brown locks that twist and fall just above his eyes and around the underside of his ears. He's got a wide, toothy grin, which is masked by pink lips, which would otherwise fall into a flat line, plump only towards the front. As he ages, his jawline has found itself becoming more and more defined, cutting up through his face and ending abruptly in line with his ears.
Faceclaim: Tripp Bowers

Personality: Sasha has never liked to talk much. Living such a secluded life, as his aunt and uncle preferred to stay home and avoid the world around them, he didn't spend a lot of his early years developing social skills, aside from the few times in which he was able to slip away and play with some of the other kids in the area. This isn't to say that he doesn't enjoy being around other people, because he quite likes people, thank you, but he just hasn't learned how to interact with large groups. Not only that, but his developing teenage hormones don't help him any.

Once you get him talking, though, it's hard to get him to stop. As soon as he warms up, his mouth could go a mile a minute, so much that you could probably use him as a generator. He's a very passionate young boy, obsessing over every little thing that he can, clinging onto concepts left and right.

The young boy doesn't like his studies much, though. He figured out early on that he wasn't very good at sitting still long enough to learn things, and he got far too nervous for his own good when called upon to speak in front of the class. He'd rather be out, exploring the land or playing a game of Quidditch (now that he's in school, anyway; a younger Sasha would have taken to hockey much more), doing something that would involve getting himself dirty and, before going to school, his aunt casting a cleaning charm on him to rid him of all the dirt and other mystery substances from outside. Though shy and reserved, he was very much a young, rambunctious boy at heart, always wanting to find the time for games or adventures. Those didn't require him to sit and listen, after all.

Despite this, he did relatively well at following the rules. He wasn't rude (he was a Finn, after all), so he never dreamed of talking back to any one of his professors, but boy, did he want to. He would obey, for as long as physically possible, but one better believe that at the nearest opportunity, he was stripping himself of his uniform and throwing on shorts and a t-shirt, running outside to get a breath of fresh air as quickly as possible.

Sasha began to take an interest in the muggle punk rock scene when he hit the age of 13, after being exposed to it at school. Someone's friend-of-a-friend's cousin, or something, had discovered the culture whilst visiting America, and thus word was passed along to the circle of friends that attended Durmstrang. In a fit of teenage hormones and his quest to "find himself", Sasha began donning black jeans and new types of t-shirts, though never fully putting away his shorts, which felt almost like a staple of his personality, but he decided, going into his third year at Durmstrang, that there was a name that he wanted to make for himself, and though he didn't know what, he was going to figure it out.
History: Born in Porvoo, Finland, a town just east of Helsinki, Sasha was raised by his aunt and uncle, Oskari and Kyllikki Heikkilä, after the death of his parents in a creature-related-accident when Sasha was only two years old. After that, he was sent to live with his mother's sister and her husband.

Sasha was born as Aleksandr Eeli Sakke Teräväinen to a Finnish man, Ville Teräväinen, and to Suoma Teräväinen (née Tarasenko). Suoma was half-Russian, half-Finnish, so she elected to give Sasha a traditional Russian first name, whilst allowing for him to have Finnish secondary names. Both Ville and Suoma were Durmstrang alumni, and had a strong hope for Sasha to go on to be a great student of the school, with plans to raise him with enthusiasm about magic. Unfortunately, those plans were cut short as the couple were killed one day on the job, landing him in the care of his aunt and uncle.

Aside from that, the young boy lived a fairly normal life. Though, after he heard the story of how his parents passed, he did have initial hesitance at the thought of encountering a creature. Otherwise, he was raised similarly to how his parents would have wanted; with an excitement to learn and study magic eventually. Oskari is an avid Quidditch fan, and never having kids of his own to indulge himself in the discussion of the sport, so he instead raised Sasha with an understanding of it, with both being very big fans of the Nordic National Team, despite the resentment that Finland isn't represented.

The house that he grew up in was small, with a bight red exterior to match the vivid houses that made up Porvoo. The town sits along the water, being on the coast of Finland, and the winter months are just as cold and damning as the tales of the ones that come out of Helsinki (which Sasha has never been to, despite his desire). The winter months, before starting school, were filled with hockey and snow. Sasha, having once longed to play for the Porvoo Hunters (prior to experiencing the glory that was Quidditch), was deeply saddened by the firm "no" that he received from his uncle, who explained that any accidental magical mishaps were too much to worry about. It was, to them, a risk to introduce the young boy to the muggle world at this time, especially knowing that he would eventually need to leave for school.
Is your character a Quidditch player?: Yes!

*Sasha is the small name for Aleksandr/Alexander in Russian; because I already have a character named Alexx, in order to make the distinct difference between the two, he will be going by Sasha

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Character: Aleksandr Teräväinen
Stats:
9 STR | 9 STA | 4 ARC | 10 ACC | 4 WIS | 9 EVA [46 stat points +1 from Quidditch win]
Broom: Moontrimmer
Quidditch Role: [in order of priority] 1. Beater 2. Keeper

ABILITIES:

Year One: Evasive Maneuvers

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Sasha was fast. He had to be. Sasha wasn't always as big as he was, he just got really lucky as puberty hit, but before that he was short and skinny, which made him an easy target when playing hockey (his first sport). So, he learned how to be quick. They say that with natural athletes, there's just something in them that makes them good at everything they try. Well, that was Sasha. He was good at everything. But for some reason, for a very long time, he just couldn't get his speed up to par.

His uncle, Oskari, took notice in this very early on. While Oskari never approved of Sasha playing muggle sports and indulging himself in those things, he was seeing the mental toll that it was taking on his nephew as time went on. Conflicted between hoping that Sasha would take it as a sign to leave the game and begin focusing on his future as a wizard, or entertaining him for a little while and letting the harsh reality hit him one day, Osakri decided on the latter, busting out his skates (which were outdated and collecting dust) and taking Sasha out to the rink.

After rigorous hours, varying situations each time, Sasha was finally faster than his uncle. Oskari was relatively young, considering that Kyllikki was younger than his mother and therefore Oskari had been slightly younger than his father, so it was easier for him to be faster than the young boy. But Sasha proved that he had the strength and determination to push on, putting the time and effort into learning.

He applied the knowledge that he had learned every time he played the game. Since that day, he had come out of situations unscathed; not a scratch on him. He was always sore, that was a given, but he wasn't getting checked into the boards anymore, and his opponents were finding it harder and harder to trip him. Though fighting wasn't technically allowed, sometimes some of the other boys decided justice was needing served, and sometimes Sasha just so happened to be right there when it happened. Despite the boy obviously not being a great fighter at first, what he had on his side was his ability to dodge seemingly ever punch. As he got older, a lot of his teammates began asking him how it was that he hadn't lost any teeth, broken a nose, why he wasn't injury-stricken at least once in a season unlike the rest of them. Truthfully, he told them that he just worked on evading everything to the best of his ability, or that maybe being skinny had something to do with it.

When he began playing Quidditch, everything stuck with him. Unlike in hockey, where you may have an enforcer or two on your team (though they were mostly going out of style, thanks Ken Dryden), there were people actually aiming to hurt you. Sasha figured this was due to cultural differences; wizards could heal bones a lot faster than muggles could, so who cared if someone took a metal fucking ball to the ribs. Right?

Sasha. Sasha cared. He cared a lot because that hurt.

The first time he took a bludger to the ribs, his first thought, respectively, was "oh what the fuck." He was hurt, sure, but also annoyed. Brooms were- well, they were different compared to skates. They required a different type of control that Sasha, a first year at the time, was still adjusting to. He wasn't awful, as the boy had gone to show that he was a natural athlete and could pick up almost anything after a bit of training, but he needed to get out of his head. His next game, he didn't make the same mistake.

No matter how hard his opponents would try, be it practice or a real game, it proved hard to truly harm the raven-haired boy. His teammates would just laugh, shaking their head as they watched any beater wind their bat up, preparing to aim the whirling ball in his direction, and Sasha would just run his uncle's training through his head as he twisted himself out of the way, refusing to get hit again (because it hurt!).

[WC: 713]

Year Two: Charmer

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Sasha was charming in a weird way. He had that teenager awkwardness about him, shuffling around when he had to stand still for too long, pushing his hands in and out of his pockets, his pants falling at weird lengths over his legs, never seeming to be able to handle his growth spurts. His hair seemed to always be unkempt and his smile was often a little cheesy, but something about the boy just charmed those around him.

Perhaps it was his way with words (which were usually bad jokes or poor attempts to lighten the mood), or maybe it was because he happened to actually look halfway decent if you looked past the everything about him. But ever since he was a little boy, people seemed to be taken by Sasha, and that only increased as he got older. His lack of close friends were not because he couldn't get any, but it was because he preferred to keep an inner circle of people he was comfortable with. Though people tried to put him there, Sasha didn't like to be the center of attention much, and somehow that made people like him more.

There were ultimately a lot of good qualities about Sasha. His laugh, he smile (however cheesy), his kindness. He didn't like to believe he had a "way with words", because if anyone knew that he was an awkward teenage boy, it was him. And he was far too humble to ever admit that people were actually looking at him the way that he thought they were, that people always seemed to smile a little brighter when he spoke, even if what he said was actually nothing interesting. Elias once told him that he was the epitome of "head empty, no thoughts"; whatever that meant. He wasn't smart. He was, again by the words of Elias, a "himbo".

For some reason, people seemed to like "himbos". He never really figured out what that was or what it meant, he was told it was just a dumb, good-looking, kindhearted jock, but he didn't know why so many people felt the need to find a word for it. Still, he was flattered if anything, because at least he was making people happy? Even the guys, not just the girls, would find themselves tonguetied around him, blushing, fishing for more things. But Sasha was an open book, everything he had to give was extremely obvious.

[WC: 405]

Year Three: Obnoxiously Strong

Reducio

Over the summer, Sasha decided that it was time to start growing up, and in more ways than one. His Quidditch career was progressing, and he was thinking that this might be his future. He sat on this thought for a while, because he would have much rather gone out into the muggle world and played hockey all his life, but his chances of making it to the NHL were basically 0 given that all of these years he should have spent training he was at "some boarding school that is like, super exclusive or whatever", that also just so happened to not have a hockey team. That tied in with the fact that Sasha was, well, himself, and by that one would mean he wasn't smart or good at anything other than athletics, he had one option: Quidditch.

Quidditch, like any other sport, required strength. Just because the kids who played it were magical, that didn't mean that they just miraculously got away without any training or actual abilities. You could always tell who was more passionate than others judging by who actually went out and put in the extra work when they didn't "need" to. Most people would think that anyone who played any sport would be doing this, but that wasn't always the case. Some people just thought that it was a fun, or it was just a hobby, so outside of team practices and games, they weren't really going out of their way to put in the extra work.

But Sasha? Sasha was.

He had always been that way. He didn't focus on anything for too long, always getting bored or fidgety, but he managed to stick to a real workout routine and accomplished a lot of things through it. Over the summer, if he wasn't spending leisure time at the rink or in the streets, he was lifting weights in his room, or doing some extra labor for his uncle by chopping wood or helping him work on projects (Sasha wasn't good at fixing things, but it was the thought that counts). All day, everyday, he had something going on to help him build up his muscle mass.

One of the things that really bugged him was when he heard about pros who were casually doing 500 pushups, and then Sasha would wonder why he wasn't doing 500 pushups. Well, his 13-year-old self couldn't. Not now, anyway, but he would get there. It was little goals like that which keeps him going. 500 pushups, lift these weights, one mile in 7 minutes, stuff like that. Once one thing was off the list, another thing took its place. He didn't want to be a bodybuilder or anything like that, but with more strength came more power behind his actions, and Sasha had to be the best if he was serious about this.

As his mind drifted to professional Quidditch teams, ones he might want to be taken by, Sasha found himself more than a little offended that Finland wasn't invited to be a part of the "Nordic National Team". Aside from just not having a regional team, Finland wasn't even invited to be a part of the Nordics? His anger over this issue fueled him, as he also swore to form his own national team and totally dominate everyone else. Sasha wasn't often angry, but this was just downright offensive.

[WC: 566]

Status: Approved

Rudolf "Dolf" Novikov

face claim: Wade Poezyn

Age: 14
Birthplace: Kyiv (Kiev), Ukraine
DOB: January 24, 2006
School: Durmstrang
School Year: Fourth Year
Race: Human
Blood Status: Pureblood

Appearance

Rudolf is a little taller than average, at 5 feet 5 in (1.65 meters). He weighs about 112 lb (51 kg), and is in good physical shape thanks to Durmstrang’s inclination towards physical activities. Dolf has short-ish hair that some have called black, but he thinks of as dark brown. He likes to keep his hair as neat as possible, and tries to look presentable at all times. His eyebrows are thin and flat, the same color as his hair. He has blue eyes that tend to narrow naturally, making him look angry or displeased even when he isn’t. Dolf doesn’t have any especially defining features, although he’s been told that he looks old for his age, and could probably pass for 15 or 16. Since entering Durmstrang, he’s nearly always dressed in their red-and-black robes, adding or removing layers as the weather dictates. He’s never been one for jewelery, and doesn’t wear any watches or necklaces.

Personality

Dolf’s boldness and quick temper is countered by the self-discipline that his father instilled in him growing up, though at times he has trouble keeping a cool head. The boy is daring and ambitious, and will do (almost) whatever it takes to reach his goals. That being said, Dolf values loyalty above all, a virtue that has been reinforced by his time at Durmstrang. He has lots of pride in his school and his classmates, making him a good friend once you get to know him. He knows the importance of secrets and discretion, and may be slow to trust a stranger.

Many of Dolf’s values and beliefs have been inspired by Durmstrang, such as his distrust of Nonmagi and his respect for magical prowess. Since power is encouraged and rewarded at Durmstrang, Dolf is likely to have more respect for those that can wield it adeptly, even if they might be rivals. His schooling also sharpened his competitive edge, giving him a new interest for dueling and sports like Quidditch. He speaks both Ukrainian and English, one language from each parent. Dolf looks forward to building some new connections with Hogwarts students, whether those are friendships or good-natured rivalries.

History

In the winter of 2004, amateur English monster hunter Anna Berkeley left her hometown of Brighton and Hove determined to prove herself to her family — and the world. As a graduate of Hogwarts School and House Gryffindor, she was looking for greatness, but it turned out to be hard to find. After failing to attract the fame she was searching for by tackling trolls across the UK, Anna turned her attention to a creature that was sure to bring her renown: the Ukrainian Ironbelly, the largest species of dragon in the world. She arrived in Ukraine determined to hunt down one of the beasts and take home its head, fueled by reckless ambition and bluster. Luckily, before Anna could get herself killed, she met a man who swept her off of her feet.

Bohdan Novikov was a young employee for the Ukrainian Ministry of Magic, and fate found him at the same bar in Kyiv that Anna visited on her first night in the country. The two wizards talked until the bar closed, drinking and laughing and swapping stories. Bohdan convinced Anna to pursue a less dangerous quarry, and Anna helped him work up the courage to ask for a promotion. They agreed to stay in touch until the monster hunter returned to England. Eventually, it became clear that she’d found a new home; after a year, the couple was married, and one year after that Anna gave birth to their firstborn son.

Rudolf Novikov, named for a paternal ancestor, enjoyed a magical upbringing just outside of Kyiv. Both of his parents came from pureblood families, and they raised their son with enchanted toys, miniature magic lessons, and bedtime stories like The Tales of Beedle the Bard. Growing up, Rudolf didn’t have many friends; there were very few children in the neighborhood, and he spent most of his youth with his stay-at-home mother and the family cat, Tchaikovsky. Although Anna had left her monster hunting days behind, she passed along the ambition and drive that had led her to that field to her son, shaping him into a headstrong and determined boy. Rudolf’s father was often busy with Ministry work, but he still made time for his only son, and taught him the importance of loyalty and commitment. When he was eight years old, Rudolf showed his first signs of magical capability. He’d been running through the house recklessly and tripped over the edge of a carpet, right into the open, roaring fireplace. Fearfully, Rudolf put his hands out to catch his fall, and the logs suddenly froze over, putting out the fire in an instant. His parents were scared nearly to death, but relieved at the same time; they’d been starting to worry that they’d raised a Squib. At age 10, Rudolf’s real magical training began at his father’s alma mater: the Durmstrang Institute.

The school certainly posed its challenges, as he’d been told that it would. On his very first day, Rudolf and his classmates were taken into the wilderness for “survival training”, spending a week familiarizing themselves with the landscape and how to, well, survive in it. The experience opened Rudolf’s eyes to what was really in store for him for the next eight years, but by the end of winter, his doubts and fears had been, for the most part, laid to rest. It was fulfilling to live with the rest of the Durmstrang boys, learning from each other and competing for the highest room in their tower. His classes were just tough enough to require a good effort, which Rudolf was obliged to provide. He made friends, took exams, traveled the grounds (although not very far, wary of the legend of the Stribog) and grew comfortable in the castle’s halls. It almost felt odd to be back in Kyiv every summer, as glad as he was to see his parents again.

It was in third year that Rudolf started going by just “Dolf”, especially around friends, and in that same year he found an interest for martial magic. Avid practice wouldn’t start until after fifth year, but Dolf liked to listen to the stories that the older boys told and hear about what they were learning. Martial magic was definitely more compelling than the Dark Arts, and it seemed to tie in nicely with Durmstrang’s policy of protecting one’s secrets. Magic was only good if it could do something, after all, and though the Dark Arts had their uses, martial magic was more gratifying to the boy. It called to the fighting spirit that he’d gotten from his mother. He would definitely allow for his mind to change before it came time to make the choice, but Dolf was almost certain that combat magic was his biggest interest.

His ongoing fourth year has been relatively normal, busy with classwork and maintaining his social life as he approaches the halfway point of his education. Looking forward, Dolf has considered a career in security, although he isn’t sure about the specifics yet. His values lie in loyalty and discretion, and he believes that some type of security would fit him well. He is highly anticipating getting to know some Hogwarts students and learning about how they lead their lives, although he’s not sure what to expect of them — or if he should have any expectations at all. Only time will tell.

Quidditch Player?: No.

Approved

Rudolf Novikov

STATS

~ Strength: 10
~ Evasion: 8
~ Accuracy: 8
~ ArcPower: 7
~ Wisdom: 2
~ Stamina: 10
= total of 45

Abilities

01. Monster Hunter

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Rudolf’s mother might have hung up her monster-hunting gear by the time that her son was born, but she still had an entire library’s worth of stories to pass along. Although Anna Novikov might not have achieved very much in her short-lived career, she’d done enough research to practically become an expert in the field of monsters and magical creatures. What else was she supposed to talk about when little Rudolf wouldn’t fall asleep at night?

At first, Anna's stories sounded more like fairy tales than field reports. She started with the more whimsical magical species; her bedtime tales were filled with unicorns and dragons and embellished with fantasy-like detail. Eventually, things started to get more practical. Rudolf learned about hippogriffs and grindylows, mermaids and centaurs. He giggled through Anna's profiles of flobberworms and gnomes, and huddled close to his mother's side when she turned to frightful topics like acromantulas and basilisks. They spent their days together pretending to do battle with giants and escape from dementors. When night fell, Anna tucked her son into bed and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Once he'd finally nodded off to sleep, often in the middle of her story, she'd remind him in a whisper that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Eventually, Rudolf grew out of playing games with his mother. He stopped needing her stories to fall asleep, and their discussions turned from monsters and beasts towards his upcoming first year at the Durmstrang Institute. The boy had no plans to become a monster hunter like his mother had always aspired to be, and as such he saw little point in memorizing all of her facts and statistics. Still, he couldn't deny that the knowledge could be useful. There was no telling if or when he'd run into a monster that was out for his blood. With his mother's unofficial training, he might be able to protect himself from an unfortunate end.

A year of Durmstrang education turned Anna's old stories from general knowledge into a strategic advantage. The school reminded Rudolf of where his trust was best placed: with his fellow purebloods. Perhaps he wouldn't go actively looking for monsters, but he'd definitely know what to do with them if they came his way. His mother's experience would help him find their weaknesses, their soft spots, their flaws -- and his school training would give him the tools that he needed to take the creatures down. After all, it was his duty as a wizard and as a Durmstrang student to protect himself and his schoolmates from the clawed beasts that waited outside of the castle walls.

WC: 439

02. Martial Artist

Reducio

After Rudolf’s second year of schooling, he had become a much more confident wizard than ever before. His small arsenal of spells felt like enough to take on any problem — in fact, he could hardly remember how he’d survived without his wand in hand. Rudolf's father must have been able to see his son's confidence tipping dangerously close to arrogance, because one summer evening after the family had finished eating dinner, he sat Rudolf down for a talk.

"What do you do if you lose your wand in a duel, Rudolf?" he asked evenly, peering at the thirteen-year-old boy curiously. Not sensing the trap that was hidden underneath his father's civility, Rudolf shrugged and leaned back in his chair.

"What could I do? I'd have to surrender, wouldn't I? I won't know how to do wandless magic for a long time." It seemed like a fine answer to the boy. He could hardly compete against an armed wizard; to do so would mean certain defeat.

"No!" Rudolf's father bellowed, pounding his fist against the table. Rudolf jumped, shocked to see his father react with such fire. He'd always been a calm and collected person. Had Rudolf's answer really been wrong enough to warrant that violent response. He watched his father fearfully as the man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, frowning at his son.

"You are already making the mistake that I see so much. Magic is your tool, Rudolf, but it is not your crutch. If you can't do anything without it, then you don't deserve to have that wand." Rudolf's face burned red in shame and his gaze dropped to the floor. What made his father qualified to talk about getting by without magic? He'd been raised just as pureblooded as Rudolf had been. He worked for the Ministry of Magic, even. If he didn't have his wand, Rudolf doubted that his father could get by.

"Get up," Rudolf's father ordered, and he heard the scrape of the dining chair against the floor. Slowly, the boy looked back up to see his father standing behind the table, beckoning him over. "Come on. We're going to pretend that I'm here to...kill your mother." Rudolf's eyes widened and he glanced over his shoulder, wondering if Mrs. Novikov had heard anything. "What do you do?"

The boy shrugged, swaying uncertainly on his feet. "What can I do?"

"You know what!" Rudolf's father rebuked him. "I know that they taught you better than this at school. You don't have your wand. You have to protect your mother. What are you going to do about it?" Slowly, Rudolf moved around the table and faced his father. He swung his arm out uncertainly in a weak punch that cut through the air in front of his father's nose, and the man nodded solemnly in approval. "Good. Again. Don't be afraid to hit me for real, Rudolf. I won't punish you." A small smile crossed his father's lips, and Rudolf smiled back. He struck his father lightly in the chest and was shoved backwards in return. The two men wrestled for a few minutes more before Rudolf's father raised his hands in surrender.

The lesson had been learned: magic may have been Rudolf's birthright, but it wasn't going to float him through life. Eventually, there were going to be obstacles that couldn't be cursed away; as long as he kept practicing, Rudolf's fist would be just as useful as the wand that it held.

WC: 582

03. Fearless

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It hadn't taken Rudolf very long to learn that there was no place for fear at Durmstrang. He'd been thrown into the deep end in the very first week of his first year, when his entire class had been taken deep into the grounds for "survival training". If that didn't force Rudolf to face his fears early on, he didn't know what would. The very nature of the Durmstrang Institute strengthened the boy, making him tougher, more resilient. As Rudolf started to take an interest in martial magic, he became less and less worried about physical threats. He had the means to protect himself, and he was learning more with every lesson. The jittery nerves that had plagued him during his first few days were quickly calmed as he got to know his classmates, living with them and learning as much as he could from the older boys. Durmstrang was the fire that was forging Rudolf into a steadfast and strong wizard.

His time at school wasn't the only thing that eased his fears, however. His parents had taught him their own lessons and prepared him for survival in the magical world. Thanks to his mother's bedtime stories, Rudolf wasn't worried about creatures or beasts. He knew better than to go chasing after dragons or basilisks unprepared, and he could keep his calm in the face of animal danger. While he wasn't exactly battling monsters every day, Rudolf knew that he could, and that was enough to help him keep his composure.

His father had saved Rudolf from himself, making sure that he didn't cripple himself with a total reliance on magic. They worked hard in their summers together to build Rudolf's physical skills, keeping him in shape and teaching him the ins and outs of physical dueling -- or, like the nonmagi called it, a good old-fashioned street brawl. Rudolf didn't love the idea of resorting to such barbaric means, but at least he was prepared to come to blows.

As a graduating fourth year, Rudolf feels like he can handle anything that the world might throw at him. Monsters? No big deal. Curses? Nothing that a counter-spell couldn't solve. All-around jerks? A punch to the face should work nicely. Rudolf has been raised to take care of himself, and intends to use all of his skills and abilities to keep himself and his loved ones out of danger's way. Rudolf may only be a teenager, but he's designated himself as a protector, and protectors cannot afford to be afraid of anything.

WC: 422

Stats: Approved
Abilities: Approved

Name: Madhup Hexum
School: Durmstrang
Year: Second

Appearance: At 4'9" and eleven years old, Madhup is small yet durable, a lithe little wizard more prone to feats of agility than strength. His chin-length hair is black, fluffy, often unkempt, always on the shaggy side. With sandy tan skin, eyes an odd blend of olive green and iron, he has a warm color palette often unbalanced by bold attire. The child likes to be seen, proud of his flashy red uniform and fond of shiny accessories. More often than not, his expression is smug. (References)

Personality: Madhup spent his first few months at Durmstrang trying to convince others that his name translated to "Tiger". It was not long before the actual meaning was discovered: honeybee. Refusing to let his ego be bruised, the boy ran with the truth, boasting that his small size was compensated by a fierce sting. He was a showboat, a proud and cocky imp, letting criticism roll off of his back like water. Unfortunately, he reacted this way to all criticism, even the constructive sort, such as remarks from professors concerning poor grades. Some perceived him as loudmouthed and fun-seeking. Others know "Napoleon Syndrome" when they see it.

History:
Madhup swaggers about as if he is the prince of Durmstrang, but the truth of his origins could not be humbler. Unknowingly born a half-blood, he was raised by his father in India, a downtrodden muggle of a man. His primary profession was construction, though he was an independent laborer without the security of a company to uphold him. From a young age, Madhup followed his father to work, aiding with small tasks such as sweeping an area or digging for foundations, ditches, and pipe trenches. He was raised blissfully ignorant of the fact that his mother was a witch, for his father claimed to be "too pained" to speak of her in any capacity. He would take her true fate to his grave.

Poverty in India is tragically commonplace, but the life of an orphan is especially dire. Madhup spent months dodging the shoddy infrastructure of orphanages, instead running with a pack of other homeless children, living on dark and dangerous streets. They narrowly evaded those who would make leashed thieves of them, surviving on scraps often stolen from the market. He could not explain the occasional oddity that occurred around him, such as an angry merchant's switch becoming flaccid when he tried to strike Madhup for stealing a sweet. These mysteries were forcibly overlooked until he was approached by a witch on his ninth birthday.

Naturally, it was difficult for a street child to believe he belonged to a world of magic. Yet the "tricks" this witchy woman showed him were too elaborate to be unreal, too fantastical, too tantalizing. As soon as Madhup was told this power could be his, he complied. Unable to rear children of her own, the Scandinavian witch, Thekla Hexum, took a particular interest in magical orphans. Madhup was legally adopted alongside a young witch from Italy (Leira) and an even younger wizard from Sweden (Felix). The three developed a healthy kind of competition. Felix was driven to become a healer, Leira strove to be a dangerous duellist, whereas Madhup... endeavored to be "the greatest at all things", more often boasting about how he would exceed them rather than actually studying. Thekla ensured his enrollment at Durmstrang, where the boy shows a keen interest in the dark arts above all. He does not discuss it, but Madhup is actively seeking the identity and whereabouts of his purportedly deceased mother.


Is your character a Quidditch Player: Yes

(Art commissioned from Lunad1viner @ Deviantart)
(future version)

Approved

Stats and Ability application for Madhup

Quidditch Position: Chaser
Broom: Silver Arrow

Stats
STA: 6
EVA: 7
STR: 8
WIS: 3
ARC: 3
ACC: 8

Ability: Foulplay

(Application)

Reducio

The survival of a street child is highly dependent upon cleverness. In order to thrive, it was imperative that Madhup have a silver tongue, nimble fingers, and a keen sense of situational awareness. When an unsuspecting stranger was dining outdoors, he learned how to deftly scoop their meal away when they were not looking. When slithering through a dense crowd, he could carefully pluck a wallet from any unguarded pocket. He grasped the importance of maintaining a calm expression, relaxed pace, and- if caught- a clueless tone with which he could feign absolute innocence. Dancing one's way out of a tricky situation was a talent he had honed. While most sensible sorts would interpret this as a negative trait, the boy was perfectly proud of this skill, and he would continue to practice it even after he was adopted. His new lifestyle meant matters of trickery were no longer necessary for getting through the day, but he was keen on using whatever means he could to ensure he got his way.

Madhup was never the most academic student, though he knew his access to extracurricular activities relied heavily upon his grades. He learned how different professors operated, how to speedily scan another student's papers for answers, when it was safe to chance a glance. When pulling pranks, a frequent "pastime", he knew how to scope an area, how to exit the scene of the crime, how to seem perfectly clueless when a culprit was sought. Madhup was as multifaceted as they come: a charming prankster to some, a greasy weasel to others, with motives ever unclear. If he could get away with it in the classroom, in a friendly game, or in the Quidditch stadium, cheating was practically always an option. Whatever a person's opinion of him may be, after his first year at Durmstrang, it was commonly known that one was better off not playing him at cards- or any other game- when a bet was involved. Perhaps if he put half as much effort into school studies as he did studying people, he would not have needed to cheat. But trickery had practically become a hobby of his. If one put so much effort into acquiring something, even if the method involved foul play, hadn't they essentially earned it in their own way?

Whether or not he took a risk was less based in whether it was a "necessary act". He did not often wonder if his pranks and antics were right or wrong: he worried about whether or not he could get away with them.

(WC: 428

Stats: Approved
Abilities: Approved
Broom: Please be aware that you do not have IC access to the broom on either character until post graduation. So it will not be used in the game.

Position not guaranteed - might need a preference listed if all chaser slots are taken.

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Year, Stats, and Ability update for Madhup

Madhup Hexum - Durmstrang - Third Year - Half-Blood

Name: Madhup Hexum
School: Durmstrang
Year: Third

Is your character a Quidditch Player: Yes
Quidditch Position: Third String Chaser
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 all stats)

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(Art commissioned from Lunad1viner @ Deviantart)

Appearance: At 4'9" and eleven years old, Madhup is small yet durable, a lithe little wizard more prone to feats of agility than strength. His chin-length hair is black, fluffy, often unkempt, always on the shaggy side. With sandy tan skin, eyes an odd blend of olive green and iron, he has a warm color palette often unbalanced by bold attire. The child likes to be seen, proud of his flashy red uniform and fond of shiny accessories. More often than not, his expression is smug. (References)

Personality: Madhup spent his first few months at Durmstrang trying to convince others that his name translated to "Tiger". It was not long before the actual meaning was discovered: honeybee. Refusing to let his ego be bruised, the boy ran with the truth, boasting that his small size was compensated by a fierce sting. He was a showboat, a proud and cocky imp, letting criticism roll off of his back like water. Unfortunately, he reacted this way to all criticism, even the constructive sort, such as remarks from professors concerning poor grades. Some perceived him as loudmouthed and fun-seeking. Others know "Napoleon Syndrome" when they see it.

History:
Madhup swaggers about as if he is the prince of Durmstrang, but the truth of his origins could not be humbler. Unknowingly born a half-blood, he was raised by his father in India, a downtrodden muggle of a man. His primary profession was construction, though he was an independent laborer without the security of a company to uphold him. From a young age, Madhup followed his father to work, aiding with small tasks such as sweeping an area or digging for foundations, ditches, and pipe trenches. He was raised blissfully ignorant of the fact that his mother was a witch, for his father claimed to be "too pained" to speak of her in any capacity. He would take her true fate to his grave.

Poverty in India is tragically commonplace, but the life of an orphan is especially dire. Madhup spent months dodging the shoddy infrastructure of orphanages, instead running with a pack of other homeless children, living on dark and dangerous streets. They narrowly evaded those who would make leashed thieves of them, surviving on scraps often stolen from the market. He could not explain the occasional oddity that occurred around him, such as an angry merchant's switch falling flaccid when he tried to strike Madhup for pinching a sweet. These mysteries were forcibly overlooked until he was approached by a witch on his ninth birthday.

Naturally, it was difficult for a street child to believe he belonged to a world of magic. Yet the "tricks" this witchy woman showed him were too elaborate to be unreal, too fantastical, too tantalizing. As soon as Madhup was told this power could be his, he complied. Unable to rear children of her own, the Scandinavian witch, Thekla Hexum, took a particular interest in magical orphans. Madhup was legally adopted alongside a young witch from Italy (Leira) and an even younger wizard from Sweden (Felix). The three developed a healthy kind of competition. Felix was driven to become a healer, Leira strove to be a dangerous duellist, whereas Madhup endeavored to be "the greatest at all things", more often boasting about how he would surpass them rather than actually studying. Thekla secured his enrollment at Durmstrang, where the boy shows a keen interest in the dark arts above all. He does not discuss it, but Madhup is actively seeking the identity and whereabouts of his purportedly deceased mother.

Stats (+6 = 41 to match Pericles', +1 from Duel win)
STA: 6
EVA: 7 +3 = 10
STR: 8 +1 = 9
WIS: 3
ARC: 3
ACC: 8 +2 = 10

Abilities
Fouplay: 25% chance that fouls go unnoticed (Previously Approved)
Interception: automatic chance to Intercept a passed quaffle

Application

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Never knowing his witch mother, losing his muggle father at an early age, Madhup's formative years were spent in blissful ignorance of magic as a whole. The boy was not raised watching anyone depend upon the convenience of magic, nor was he under the impression that he would one day posses such a power. In his world, strength, speed, and cunning were the traits which assured he could survive and thrive. There was no arcane crutch to look forward to. So, carrying on as if he himself were a muggle, Madhup focused on honing himself physically. He would need a swift foot and strong situational awareness to get away with much of his mischief. But life was not all a mere matter of duration. Madhup was a lover of fun, he knew well the importance of play and was ever a lover of games. Fiercely competitive in all he did, the boy strove to be the best in all feats. One of his favorite games was Maaram Pitti, a sort of "no rules dodgeball". Everyone attempted to hit anyone with a ball, though there was no catching involved, only dodging and throwing with all of one's might. There was also tennis, which was slightly more of a novelty, as one needed to find a court and rackets rather than just a ball. But when they could get their hands on something flat for striking, the courts were easy enough to track down as they grew in popularity, some made with chalk lines and ratty repurposed fishing nets. While Madhup was not the strongest nor most strategic of his fellow wildlings, he compensated with swiftness and precision. Whether striking a birdy, throwing a ball through a hoop, dashing marbles together, or smashing a ball in the face of a friend, he had a keen eye when it came to accuracy. He could snatch a ball away from an opponent just as readily as he could grab a bit of food being tossed between mongers, both nimble and equally unafraid of the discomfort that could come with catching something at an awkward angle. It was a small price to pay for capturing whatever it was he wanted. Even after his adoption by Madame Hexum, when magic became a regular routine in his daily life, he would never give up his games. He seemed to know just how to sneak up on an opponent, waiting for that ideal moment when they were so sure their target was in their sights and reach, only for Madhup to burst between them when he was least expected.

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Name: Jan Aalberg
School: Durmstrang
Year: Third year
Age: Thirteen
Blood Status: Pure-blood
Birthplace: Nuremburg, Germany
Appearance: Jan has a shock of dirty blonde hair with a relatively tan skin color making it easy for him to fit in among the majority of Durmstrang students. He speaks with a heavy German accent betraying his place of origin and his eyes are a dark greenish-brown color. He can commonly been seen dressing very nicely and often wears the family crest engraved into a ring on his right hand signifying their pureblood status for all to see. His garb usually consists of formal wear, somethhing that has been drilled into him since his birth as anything less respectable or simple would be likened to that of Muggle wear, something that is not acceptable within the Aalberg family.

Personality: Jan Aalberg is a very arrogant individual and thinks very highly of himself. This stems from him priding himself on the family name and usually refrains from mingling with those of Muggle descent or half-bloods. He views them with a sort of disdain and has a sort of misguided view of these indivduals passed down to him by his parents. Those close to him however know that Jan uses this as a guise, the arrogance and pridefulness is a way to lock away any potential weaknesses he might show as the boy hates to mess up or be humilated as word of such thing would probably linger with him for a very long time.

He finds little enjoyment in most things that students his age would do such as playing cards,Quidditch, dueling and tends to have more of a passion towards more interesting topics that others would find weird, horrifying or just flat out crazy. He is extremely passionate about the Dark Arts that Durmstrang teaches and takes a special interest in dabbling in certain experiments regarding these topics.

Jan gets along well with those who are a bit higher up in the blood status hierachy tending to involve himself more with purebloods and those of wizarding origin. He refrains from interacting with other muggleborn and other lesser-blood status students out of fear his family will catch wind of it. It is not necssarily that Jan does not like the other students, just that the Aalberg has brainwashed into his mind not to mingle with these students for a variety of reasons.

History: Jan Aalberg is the heir of the Aalberg family and as such, his family holds him to the most highest expection. Born in Germany, he resided in quite a large residence that boasted many acres of lands. This stemmed from the fact that his parents were very large lawmakers in the German Ministry of Magic passing very shocking bills and laws that would garner the attention of many which is how the Aalberg family secured it's rise to power. Jan unlike most of the other family members never displayed any signs of magic leading his parents to grow disappointed him and a conclusion was drawn that a Aalberg male incapable of even performing rudimentary magic could not be capable of taking on the family name.

One night, as his father prepared the papers necessary to disinherit the boy, scared that if word got out that such a disgrace was part of the Aalbergs, an arguement erupted between the man and his son as Jan did not fully comprehend why his father was taking such a aggresive, hands-on appraoch to his own inability to peformy any magic. The arguement got so heated to the point that somehow, unknown how it had occured, Jan managed to set the documents on fire caused his parents some thought.

They told him they would accept him as part of their family if he accepted three conditons. He would attend Durmstrang Insititue of Magic to learn the skillset necessary to aid the family in their buisness, refrain from mingling with other blood-statuses as that was regarded unaccpetable for someone of his stature and that the only jobs acceptable for someone of his status was a job at the Ministry. Misguided, brainwashed and blinded by the family's viewpoints, Jan accpeted soon turning into the cocky, arrogant indidivual that he is without even realizing it.

Is your character a Quidditch player? No

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NADYA ANDRULEVIČUS

Full Name: Nadežda Margarita 'Nadya' Andrulevičus
School: Durmstrang Institute
Age: 12 years old
Year: Second Year
Race: Human
Blood Status: Pureblood
Quidditch Player: No

APPEARANCE

Nadya's western European has given her pale, warm-toned skin, a wide mouth and thin, pale hair. Her lips are pale and peach-coloured, and her eyes are luminous and light blue, lying below blonde, sharply-angled eyebrows. Nadya has a very oval face, which narrows like a triangle at the bottom near her chin, with a small forehead and long neck. Her body is gangling and thin, but wiry, agile and strong in sport games. Her eyes are too large than what's normal, and her nose is thin, and slightly turned-up. Nadya is small for her age, and slim too, which allows her to disappear in a crowd. A pale birthmark, three dots organised into the shape of a triangle, sits at the base of her left thumb, and Nadya's clothes show her high level in society, are are often expensive, but sensible.

PERSONALITY

Quiet and unassuming, Nadya tends to blend in with the crowd effortlessly. She avoids drawing attention by rarely talking, but attentively listens when asked. A follower to her core, Nadya would never dream of speaking out of place, and instead does what she is told, no matter the order, and no matter who it is. Nadya would be strong for others, but will quickly forfeit her own opinions and theories to those of someone else. Quite an artistic child, Nadya takes enjoyment in listening and dancing to music, and has long wished to learn an instrument, though she keeps these longings private to others. Nadya is patient, observant and imaginative, loyal and hardworking, but also humble and shy, reserved, sensitive. She represses her feeling more often than what is healthy, and is often too altruistic, never standing by her own beliefs.

HISTORY

Nadežda Margarita 'Nadya' Andrulevičus (pronounced: nah-dehsz-dah mahr-gahr-eetah 'nad-yah' and-ru-le-vitz-us) was born the fifth child of Andrejs Miervaldis Andrulevičus [x] and Karina Ludmila Andrulevičus (née Strazdinš) [x]. She had four elder sisters, Natālija Agnese Andrulevičus [x], Tatjana Rozālija Andrulevičus [x], Laura Ingrīda Andrulevičus [x], and Kristiāna Monika Andrulevičus [x], and a younger brother, Markuss Visvaldis Andrulevičus [x].

The Andrulevičus family is a prestigious and illustrious family in Latvia, tracing it's lineage back to the Kingdom of Livonia, when they were powerful lords and ladies. During the Russian integration of Latvia, the Andrulevičus family managed to keep it's high status by forming close bonds with Russians of important standing, and is how the family is still alive today.

Nadya grew up on the Andrulevičus estate. Her father, Andrejs, held an old fashioned view of education, and aimed to train his children up as intellectually, magically and physically superior to those around them. His children weren't allowed to socialize with anyone who couldn't prove their pure lineage, and corporal punishment were used from a young age. Karina, their mother, was a weak, petty woman, who despised her motherly role and left her children in the charge of nannies the moment they left her breast. This upbringing did work, at least in Andrejs' eyes, but also left the Andrulevičus children feeble and timid, afraid to stand up for themselves and scared to make their own decisions. Their life was that of the privileged, but was often harsh and cruel. With tutors that changed regularly (the result of Andrejs impossibly high standards of teaching) and parents that were often away socializing with other high status members all over western Europe, Nadya was rarely able to form close friendships. Even her siblings, who each competed fiercely to win their father's approval, weren't close.

And so, when Nadya came to Drumstrang, it was a great relief to her. While the attitude was cold and sometimes harsh, it was much softer than what lay behind her. She was finally able to have friends and professors who supported her, and treated her fairly. Nadya enjoys school immensely, and is extremely proud to belong to such a fine institute.

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Character: Nadya Andrulevičus
Year: Second (35 points)
Broom: None (does not play)

Sta: 3
Eva: 6
Str: 5
Wis: 9
Arc: 6
Acc: 6

Ability: N.A.

Stats: Approved
Abilities: None were listed, please be aware that once these close you will not be able to apply for abilities for your character until this opens up again.

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Approved: Yes, I remember the twins. You might want to hold off on stats, you have no way of knowing what position(s) will be available to you but you're welcome to keep that if need be. Year 1 makes sense since this character would have transferred to there from Hogwarts so they would not have attended the first year at the age of 10 (as confusing as this is).

Romeo Marchonné

Statistics- 41 Points to match Piérre's
Stamina- 7
Strength- 10
Evasion- 7
Accuracy- 10
Wisdom- 7
ArcPower- 0

Broom- Moontrimmer (+3 to two stats and 10% Dodge Chance)
Role- Former First-String Keeper to Durmstrang
Current Broom-Racer for Durmstrang

Year One- Obnoxiously Strong (+10% Strength)

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Ever since I joined this marvelous world of magic, I've been asked one question invariably: Are you part Giant?

'You certainly don't look tall enough to be one.' Some would say. 'How in the world can you lift something that's nearly three fourths your size? Giant blood, surely?' I would only shrug before smiling and turning back to my books. Durmstrang had been more of the common questioners. After all, in Hogwarts, part-giants were more common. I wasn't really questioned much, being only a meek 4'11" when I first entered the school and having grown a whopping 2 inches since I've transferred to Durmstrang.

Really, I owe everything to Maddie. It was only through her efforts and her... ahem... assertive methods of speech that I was ably accepted into this school. Of course, no student would be able to attend if they could not first make it to the school itself. Survival of the fittest, as the motto implied. With this I had no issue. I had learned of the culture ahead of time, before I even considered transferring from the comfortable halls of Hogwarts, though perhaps I should have stayed in the four house's halls for a bit longer, since letters from dearest Piérre informed me of some dramatic events that could have proved helpful for preparing me for the survivalist tendencies with Durmstrang.

Even without preparation, however, (though I should not say that I was completely without preparation, for I have had some experiences with camping, fishing, and some handling with a bow,) I managed quite excellently. Within a week of my first arrival on the banks of the appointed assessment, I had finally made my way to the school itself no worse for wear than a small scar over my right eye; a trophy from an interaction that does not deserve to be mentioned here. Yet, I do not think too much about it now. Piérre is unaffected by it, which I suppose is for the better knowing that it is silent knowledge that Durmstrang shapes its students by borderline militaristic ways.

As to my strength... Well, there is not much that I can truly say about it. I have always been strong. My first Muggle guardians always asked my help picking things up, unloading groceries, pitching or felling tents. Unlike Piérre, it seemed, who received natural agility and a general tendency to be slipperier than an eel. Yin and Yang, I have no doubt.

Ever since settling myself in Durmstrang, I have been studious and uncomplacent, always seeking to improve myself no matter what. As my "Ravenclaw" tendencies proved, I yearned for knowledge, and yet, I still felt that with all my efforts, I was still much stronger than most people I had the pleasure to run into. One of these people was Hans-- Hanzo if he really wants me to call him by his proper name-- who told me about the Quidditch team of Durmstrang. Truth be told, I had not heard much about the team; Hogwarts' four teams being rather empowering and the other magic schools having their means and methods of success. Nevertheless, I decided to join anyways. I had to do something to put my unnatural strength to use, though my form did not seem to imply my strength at all.

Having played with the team for an entire year, I am more confident in my strength, and with the team now heading for the large stage, I am more than excited to prove myself worthy of being a student of Durmstrang, despite my transference from this school that we are now competing against.

May the best team win.

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Year 2- Perfectionist I (-1 Critical Fail Chance) [NEW]

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Many people consider me to be all brawn and no brains. I desire to prove them wrong. I wish to hybridize my strength and my wisdom, fuse them into one so that I may become an unstoppable opponent, both in the magical and in practical situations. Of course, in Quidditch, there is little to no use for such a prowess, but I am not only aiming to simply be a monkey of brute force for my entire life. I intent to follow a path that I have aspired towards ever since I first went shopping in Diagon Alley.

I desire to become a Wandmaker. I want to create arcane implements and help children like myself, who had been raised by Muggles and had been unaware of the magical world entirely. Perhaps, by having once been in their situation, I can sympathize and closer connect with them and others.

But first, to do that, I will have to master the art of the wand. Certainly, I am too young to practice wordless or Wandless magic altogether, and I am not yet capable of creating or buying a new wand, butt I am conditioned enough with magic that I can begin to refine my ability to cast magic efficiently and effectively. In order to do that, I have to practice meticulously, efficiently, and flawlessly.

I have known myself to be a person desiring perfection, even as impossible as it sounds. I cannot fathom failing, or heaven forbid, a spell backfiring upon me. Even though I could easily take the blow, my pride would not permit it, let alone the embarrassment that the event would monger. Therefore, even at home, I practiced motions and incantation, utilizing a branch instead of a wand to avoid accidental spellcasting. After all, I cannot have my record tarnished by defying the Trace, especially if I am aspiring for such a high cause and job which requires not only raw knowledge, but also a reputation of respect and trust.

One by one, I meticulously practiced and rehearsed spells and incantations. One mistake is all it takes, one mistake, one misstep. My frustration was great, I assure you, but in the end, I did find myself becoming more and more effective, avoiding needless and senseless mistakes, and my effectiveness in casting spells slightly increased. Of course, there is more room for improvement, and I seek to ensure that eventually I not only will become an effective hand to hand fighter and spellmaster, but I will also never make a false move in casting ever again.

Just you wait... Just you wait...

432 words

Stats: Approved
Abilities: Approved

UPDATE

Romeo Marchonné

Statistics- 43 Points to match Piérre's (extra 2 earned from 2020-21 Quidditch)
Stamina- (7 + 2) = 9
Strength- 10
Evasion- 7
Accuracy- 10
Wisdom- 7
ArcPower- 0

Broom- Moontrimmer (+3 to two stats and 10% Dodge Chance)
Role- Broom-Racer for Durmstrang

Year One- Obnoxiously Strong (+10% Strength) [APPROVED]

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Ever since I joined this marvelous world of magic, I've been asked one question invariably: Are you part Giant?

'You certainly don't look tall enough to be one.' Some would say. 'How in the world can you lift something that's nearly three fourths your size? Giant blood, surely?' I would only shrug before smiling and turning back to my books. Durmstrang had been more of the common questioners. After all, in Hogwarts, part-giants were more common. I wasn't really questioned much, being only a meek 4'11" when I first entered the school and having grown a whopping 2 inches since I've transferred to Durmstrang.

Really, I owe everything to Maddie. It was only through her efforts and her... ahem... assertive methods of speech that I was ably accepted into this school. Of course, no student would be able to attend if they could not first make it to the school itself. Survival of the fittest, as the motto implied. With this I had no issue. I had learned of the culture ahead of time, before I even considered transferring from the comfortable halls of Hogwarts, though perhaps I should have stayed in the four house's halls for a bit longer, since letters from dearest Piérre informed me of some dramatic events that could have proved helpful for preparing me for the survivalist tendencies with Durmstrang.

Even without preparation, however, (though I should not say that I was completely without preparation, for I have had some experiences with camping, fishing, and some handling with a bow,) I managed quite excellently. Within a week of my first arrival on the banks of the appointed assessment, I had finally made my way to the school itself no worse for wear than a small scar over my right eye; a trophy from an interaction that does not deserve to be mentioned here. Yet, I do not think too much about it now. Piérre is unaffected by it, which I suppose is for the better knowing that it is silent knowledge that Durmstrang shapes its students by borderline militaristic ways.

As to my strength... Well, there is not much that I can truly say about it. I have always been strong. My first Muggle guardians always asked my help picking things up, unloading groceries, pitching or felling tents. Unlike Piérre, it seemed, who received natural agility and a general tendency to be slipperier than an eel. Yin and Yang, I have no doubt.

Ever since settling myself in Durmstrang, I have been studious and uncomplacent, always seeking to improve myself no matter what. As my "Ravenclaw" tendencies proved, I yearned for knowledge, and yet, I still felt that with all my efforts, I was still much stronger than most people I had the pleasure to run into. One of these people was Hans-- Hanzo if he really wants me to call him by his proper name-- who told me about the Quidditch team of Durmstrang. Truth be told, I had not heard much about the team; Hogwarts' four teams being rather empowering and the other magic schools having their means and methods of success. Nevertheless, I decided to join anyways. I had to do something to put my unnatural strength to use, though my form did not seem to imply my strength at all.

Having played with the team for an entire year, I am more confident in my strength, and with the team now heading for the large stage, I am more than excited to prove myself worthy of being a student of Durmstrang, despite my transference from this school that we are now competing against.

May the best team win.

601 words

Year Two- Perfectionist I (-1 Critical Fail Chance) [APPROVED]

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Many people consider me to be all brawn and no brains. I desire to prove them wrong. I wish to hybridize my strength and my wisdom, fuse them into one so that I may become an unstoppable opponent, both in the magical and in practical situations. Of course, in Quidditch, there is little to no use for such a prowess, but I am not only aiming to simply be a monkey of brute force for my entire life. I intent to follow a path that I have aspired towards ever since I first went shopping in Diagon Alley.

I desire to become a Wandmaker. I want to create arcane implements and help children like myself, who had been raised by Muggles and had been unaware of the magical world entirely. Perhaps, by having once been in their situation, I can sympathize and closer connect with them and others.

But first, to do that, I will have to master the art of the wand. Certainly, I am too young to practice wordless or Wandless magic altogether, and I am not yet capable of creating or buying a new wand, butt I am conditioned enough with magic that I can begin to refine my ability to cast magic efficiently and effectively. In order to do that, I have to practice meticulously, efficiently, and flawlessly.

I have known myself to be a person desiring perfection, even as impossible as it sounds. I cannot fathom failing, or heaven forbid, a spell backfiring upon me. Even though I could easily take the blow, my pride would not permit it, let alone the embarrassment that the event would monger. Therefore, even at home, I practiced motions and incantation, utilizing a branch instead of a wand to avoid accidental spellcasting. After all, I cannot have my record tarnished by defying the Trace, especially if I am aspiring for such a high cause and job which requires not only raw knowledge, but also a reputation of respect and trust.

One by one, I meticulously practiced and rehearsed spells and incantations. One mistake is all it takes, one mistake, one misstep. My frustration was great, I assure you, but in the end, I did find myself becoming more and more effective, avoiding needless and senseless mistakes, and my effectiveness in casting spells slightly increased. Of course, there is more room for improvement, and I seek to ensure that eventually I not only will become an effective hand to hand fighter and spellmaster, but I will also never make a false move in casting ever again.

Just you wait... Just you wait...

432 words