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 (Santiago Peralta).

1. Castelobruxo accepts all students from South America and Central America, and students from North America and the Caribbean per application.
2. Castelobruxo students must reside in one of the following countries:
   • Argentina
   • Belize
   • Bolivia
   • Brazil
   • Chile
   • Colombia
   • Costa Rica
   • Ecuador
   • El Salvador
   • Guatemala
   • Guyana
   • Honduras
   • Nicaragua
   • Panama
   • Paraguay
   • Peru
   • Suriname
   • Uruguay
   • Venezuela
   
   Per Application:
   • Antigua and Barbuda
   • Bahamas
   • Barbados
   • Canada
   • Cuba
   • Dominica
   • Dominican Republic
   • Grenada
   • Haiti
   • Jamaica
   • Mexico
   • Saint Kitts and Nevis
   • Saint Lucia
   • Saint Vincent and the Grenadines
   • Trinidad and Tobago
   • United States of America

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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. Wins from games (quidditch, broom racing, dueling) by your player character or NPC are also applied to your other account.
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 500 w/c application for special race/ability.
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. [I][u]Stat points from sports wins are NOT shared across accounts unless they were earned before 1 July 2025.[/u][/I]
[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 [b][u]500 w/c[/u][/b] application for special race/ability. 
[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.

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Manuela "Manu" Macedo

School: Castelobruxo
Year: 4
Status: Half-blood
Appearance: Manu has dark brown, extremely curly/coily, and wild hair that is so dark at her roots so as to be almost black and gets slightly lighter towards the tips. She is tan, slender, and often is perceived to be younger than she actually is due to her thin face and small size (about 4'11"). With hazel, somewhat greenish eyes, a wide nose and lips, large ears, and long, thin eyebrows, she is a perfect combination of her parents. When not in her Castelo uniform, she prefers darker clothes of blacks and greys, but can occasionally be convinced into colours if the occasion allows - and you’ll not catch her dead in a skirt. Her faceclaim is Marina Nery.
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Personality: Manu Macedo does no harm but takes no shit. (Well, she does no harm unless someone else throws the first punch. Then all bets are off.) Growing up as a half-blood, with a magical mother and a Muggle father, she learned quite quickly that she wouldn't fit in anywhere if she didn't forcefully, and often physically, carve out a place for herself in the world - Muggles couldn't know she was magical, and magical people would look down on her for being half Muggle if she let them. As such, and considering her parents' meeting story and father's career, Manu grew up with a strong sense of justice and righteousness and often considers herself a warrior and protector for the underdog, or sometimes a "bully to bullies". She is blunt, assertive, and refuses to let herself be pushed around, and is sometimes courageous to the point of putting herself in more danger than necessary, often because she opened her big mouth at a time when it would've been better to keep it shut. When she thinks a change needs to be made, she'll fight like hell to see it done, and if she has her way, you're looking at the future president of Brazil.

History

Mateo Macedo was, for all intents and purposes, a normal Brazilian teenager - a football player, popular with friends and ladies, intelligent in school, etc. That is, until he met Mira Maidana.

Living in Manaus, the capital city of Amazonas in Brazil, Mateo often enjoyed hanging out with friends by the river, watching the ships go by and carrying on heavy political debates. Every year on the first day of September, he would see an increase in teenagers about his age around the docks near his home, and one day while on the way to spend time with his pals, fifteen-year-old Mateo bumped into the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Flustered, he had barely managed to eke out a few words of apology before the girl smiled, apologized herself, and disappeared once again into the crowd. For years, Mateo would return to the docks on September 1st to watch the crowd of teenagers in hopes of seeing the girl again, maybe asking for her name this time... but he never saw her there again.

Unbeknownst to Mateo, the girl he had bumped into was Argentinian witch Mira Maidana, who traveled to Manaus every year to take the Diver ship to Castelobruxo for her wizarding education. She was a talented, smart girl who excelled in History, Philosophy, Muggle Studies, and Language at school, usually ranked high in her year rankings, and enjoyed playing Quodpot; she had come from a long lineage of Argentinian witches and wizards who attended Castelobruxo and was well-liked among her classmates. Mira, too, always kept an eye out for the handsome Brazilian Muggle she had bumped into at the age of fifteen whenever she visited Manaus - and one time, at seventeen while she was on her way to her last year at Castelobruxo, she did spot him. Sitting off to the side, watching the crowds, though he didn't seem to see her. Mira began to make her way over to say hello and introduce herself, to ask if he remembered her, but her other pureblood friends - who had also all come from long lines of Castelobruxo alumni - dragged her away, reminding her that she couldn't taint her lineage with Muggle blood. And so Mira boarded the Diver ship, thinking she would never see the boy again.

After graduation from Castelobruxo, Mira made the decision to move permanently to Brazil, settling in the city of Rio de Janeiro, where she began working for the Brazilian Ministry of Magic. At the same time, Mateo was also moving to Rio - to pursue a law degree from the Federal University of Rio de Janeiro, and to participate in a series of protests that were going on there at the time. During Mira's free time, she enjoyed wandering the city and learning more and more about the Muggle culture of Brazil, since Muggle Studies had been one of her favourite courses at Castelobruxo. During one of these wanders, she encountered a political protest outside the Centro Cultural da Justica Eleitoral and, without knowing what the protest was about, decided to join in. Of course, also participating in the protest was Mateo himself, and when the two locked eyes for the first time since they were fifteen, the world stood still for a moment. Mateo dropped the sign he was carrying. Mira broke into a smile. And they were inseparable from that moment on.

Mira didn't tell Mateo she was a witch until they decided to get married, outside the Centro Cultural da Justica Eleitoral on a starry night three years to the day after they had officially met at the protest there. At first, after Mira blurted out that she was a witch instead of saying yes to beginning their noivado, Mateo thought that she was trying to distract him from bringing up the topic of marriage; however, a few quick spells proved him wrong, but Mateo didn't care. So what if his beloved Mira was a bit different from the rest? She was still his Mira, and he was still her Mateo, and he asked her right then and there if she would care to travel the few blocks to the jewelry store he had suggested and pick out their aliancas. Relieved that she hadn't lost the love of her life to her magical secret, Mira agreed, and they were married later that year, settling in Rio.

Their first child, Manuela Maidana Macedo, was born just a few years later, on March 27, 2008. Looking rather like her mother, but with her father's darker complexion and lighter eyes, Manuela became their pride and joy. They stayed in Rio to raise her, as Mira was still working for the Brazilian Ministry of Magic and Mateo had gotten a job as a lawyer in Rio as well. Manuela's first instance of magic came at the young age of four years old, when the child - who was just beginning to learn to read - managed to shift some of her mother's papers off of the too-tall desk and into her chubby toddler hands, only to find that they were all written in a language she couldn't read (Ch’olti’, unbeknownst to Manuela). She ran complaining to her mother that the words were too hard, leaving Mira to wonder how Manuela had gotten the papers in the first place - and she eventually settled on the realisation that her daughter must have used magic, confirmed by a few other small instances over the years.

Shortly after that, Mira realised she was pregnant again, and gave birth to identical twin boys a few months after Manuela's fifth birthday - on July 3, 2013. The thrilled parents named them Macario and Moisés Maidana Macedo, once again following Brazilian tradition of the mother's surname before the father's, even though Macedo would end up being the surname used by all three children. Though Macario was a healthy baby, even big for his young age, Moisés was much smaller and weaker, and it was at first believed that he wouldn't even make it through the night. While Mateo stayed with Mira and Macario in their hospital, the still-young Manuela managed to make her way to the nursery, where she stayed outside all night, watching her sleeping brother being supported and cared for by Muggle nurses and technology until she finally dozed off with her head against the glass of the window. In the morning, Mateo and Mira realised their daughter was gone, prompting a hospital-wide search until a nurse finally noticed Manuela tucked up in the corner of the corridor, asleep outside the room where Moisés had somehow managed to make it through the night. From that moment on, Manuela became Moisés' protector, and though she loved her other brother as well, Moisés would always be her favourite.

Because the children were half Brazilian and half Argentinian, they grew up learning Portuguese from their father and Spanish from their mother (who also taught them a few basic words in Quechua and Ch’olti’, with the assumption that all three would someday attend Castelobruxo). Manuela attended Muggle schooling as a child, but her mother told her legends and tales of Castelobruxo and even allowed her to visit her at work every once and a while so that Manuela would keep in touch with the magical side of her heritage in which she would someday be immersed. The girl, who started going by Manu at the age of eight, truly grew up with a foot in both worlds - playing football with her schoolmates but Quodpot with her mother and brothers, learning Portuguese and English in school but Quechua and Ch’olti’ at home, looking forward to getting her first cell phone but also to getting her first wand. Of course, keeping her magical heritage a secret from her friends at school was always difficult, but she managed to keep her lips zipped until finally, finally, a tropical bird delivered the letter she had been waiting for, and that next September, Manu shipped off to her father's hometown of Manaus with a new uniform, new wand, and new outlook on life.

When she arrived at Castelobruxo, however, she was shocked, taken aback, and overall disappointed by the rampant Mugglephobia that plenty of her classmates seemed to have. As such, Manu dove into her studies and surrounded herself with other half-bloods and Muggle-borns, or people who had grown up in the culture at the very least; she joined the duelling team, where she could get out her aggression in a healthy and school-sanctioned manner, and let her anger fuel her into hard work. If she could rank high, after all, she could prove that her Muggle blood only made her stronger.

Is your character a Broom Racer? NO
Is your character a Quidditch Player? NO
Is your character a Duelist? YES
Stats:
STA 10 | EVA 8 | STR 6 | WIS 9 | ARC 7 | ACC 11
(50 from fourth year + 1 from Aly's Quidditch win)
Wand Details:
Thunderbird tail feather core - Once you reach 30% of your max health you gain + 2 AP, + 2 Evasion and + 2 Acc. If you are healed above 30% of your max health you lose those bonuses
Cypress wood - Pairs well with those that are gallant and unselfish. Flavor: Even if it is not the most immediate ancestor, you have a remote ancestor that is quite famed for their heroism (no canon characters). Whoever this person is, they would be someone you made up and they would be someone the average wizard (not muggleborn) would know
33 cm (~13 in), unyielding

Abilities

The Muggle Condition
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When Moisés Macedo walked out of school with a bloody nose, his big sister Manu knew something needed to be done.

Moisés was small - shorter and skinnier than his older-by-five-minutes twin brother, Macario, which always made him a target for bigger, older boys. Manu knew this, and Macario knew this, too, though he was in different classes from his twin, as Moisés was about five times smarter even though he was about five times smaller. Manu had had to be Moisés' protector for his entire five (nearly six) years of life, and she had done so with gusto. After all, if there was one thing that Manu Macedo couldn't stand, it was a bully.

She greeted her brother outside of his jardim with a spotless white handkerchief that was soon spotted in blood, holding the cloth to his nose and pinching the bridge to help the bleeding stop. "Ay, Moisés, what did you do to yourself?" she mumbled in their native Portuguese, taking the handkerchief away from her baby brother's nose for just a second to take the boy's little oval glasses off of his face. Moisés had a habit of breaking the lenses, and Manu was not going to be the reason their mother Mira had to fix them again tonight at home. Tucking the glasses into the side pocket of the boy's little backpack, which was nearly half his size, Manu resumed her duty of soaking up her brother's blood with the red-dotted kerchief. "Did you run into a pole with your nose buried in a book again?"

Bleary-eyed and bloody-nosed, Moisés shook his head no. In Manu's defence, it had been a perfectly reasonable question - taking after their parents' academic side while Macario tended towards athletics and sports, Moisés had a tendency to not look where he was going whilst walking.

Manu frowned. "What is it, then? Did somebody push you?" She used one finger from the handkerchief-holding hand to tilt her brother's head up so her hazel eyes could stare into his dark brown ones. "Don't tell me someone pushed you, maninho. Wait, no, if they did, do tell me."

After a few beats of awkward silence, Moisés finally mumbled out a name - Afonso Guimarães.

Manu knew the name Guimarães. One of her elder classmates at her second-level ensino fundamental right down the road shared the same surname - a tall, burly boy with curly dark hair by the name of Davi Guimarães, who Manu also knew to have a younger sibling who attended the same jardim as Moisés, because he was part of the group of eleven-year-olds to fourteen-year-olds who would walk from the ensino down to the jardim at the end of the school day to pick someone up. Manu glanced around for Davi, searching for the trademark arrogant smirk and black curls, only to find him on the opposite side of the walkway, roughly grabbing a little boy's hand with an accompanying eye-roll. As Manu's hazel gaze watched, taking it all in, Davi yanked the little boy - who was still larger than Moises, close to the size of Manu herself actually - by the hand, causing the child to stumble and trip over his big brother's much-larger strides.

Shoving her handkerchief into Moisés' hand, muttering to him to keep pressure on the bleeding, Manu quickly stood and made a beeline for the Guimarães brothers. They were turning the corner, and Manu's shorter legs pumped to catch up, until finally she was in arm's reach of Davi, and she reached out one hand to tap him lightly on the bicep.

Davi Guimarães whirled on her. "What?"

The boy was much taller and about a year older than Manu, towering over her with arms as thick as her neck and a glowering, dark stare. But despite the terrifying figure in front of her, Manu stood her ground, folding her arms over her chest. She recognised a bully when she saw one, and most bullies had bullies themselves.

Afonso Guimarães was Moisés' bully. But Davi Guimarães was Afonso's. And, if Manu had her way, she would be Davi's.

"Tell your little brother to keep his hands off of mine," she barked outwards and upwards at Davi, staring him down. "Moisés came out with a bloody nose today, says your little rat pushed him. If he ever - and I mean ever - puts his hands on Moisés again, he'll have more to worry about than what ensino he's going to next year or what snack to pick at lunchtime."

It took a moment, but Davi blinked at her and laughed in her face. "Go home, Manuela," he said dismissively, putting one big, callused hand on her shoulder and shoving her away. "Your brother probably started it anyway. What Afonso does at school is none of your business."

Manu stumbled back slightly from the force of the push, planting one foot behind her to stop herself from falling. If only she were at Castelobruxo already, learning spells - she could put this idiot on the floor without even touching him if she knew how to cast magic the way her mother did! But since there was yet no controlled magic, Manu - who was seeing red, for how dare he put his hands on her like she was some little plaything to be pushed and shoved around - balled her hands into fists. Steam would've come out of her ears if possible, and she needed a way to blow it off.

Davi had turned back and was walking away now, but Manu followed him; winding up a swing, she called out, "Davi, wait!"

When the taller boy twisted back around to look at her, his annoyed face was met with a furious right hook from an even angrier eleven-year-old girl.

This time, it was the boy's turn to stumble back; he let go of his brother's hand, clapping a palm to his eye, which was already beginning to turn red. When he took the hand off, Manu could see a red imprint of her fist around the corner of Davi's eye, complete with a bright red smear inside the white part of the eye itself - a broken blood vessel, likely. Blood for blood. It was only fair.

"I said," Manu repeated, spitting on the ground at Davi's feet, "tell your brother - Macedos are off-limits. In fact, if he ever bullies anyone at the jardim again, I'll make it my business to know about it."

Then she turned around and strolled purposefully back down the street. Her fist smarted slightly, but that was nothing when taken in conjunction with the satisfaction running through her veins. Manu Macedo would never throw the first punch, nor would she hit a child, even one who'd hit her brother - but if the need arose for her to use her fists, she'd be damn sure to use them right.

Fearless
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Manu Macedo was on top of the world, and no one could ruin her good mood.

Carnaval was just beginning, and with that, she'd finally received her acceptance letter for Castelobruxo. Soon enough she would be in Manaus, where her father had grown up, where her parents had kinda-sorta met, learning spells her mother had told her of her entire life. She was determined to be like Mira - smart, well-liked, athletic, ranking high in her class - and her acceptance letter was just the first step towards that plan.

The only bad thing about her acceptance to Castelobruxo was that she would have to leave her little brothers, Macario and Moisés, behind in Rio when she left. Macario would be fine, he could take care of himself, but Moisés was another story - bullied, clumsy, and shy. Just recently, she'd had to chase down the brother of one of Moisés' classmates who had shoved him; that had ended in a punch thrown, which Manu was sure Moisés could not do on his own if the need arose. Who will I be if I'm not his protector? Who will take care of him when I'm at school?

It was on her mind constantly, through school, at night, everywhere, every minute. After class ended at her ensino fundamental one day, Manu strolled down the road towards where her little brother's jardim was located so she could walk with him home. She picked up Moisés every day, whereas the other twin, Macario, attended a different, less rigorous jardim that was closer to their father's work, so Mateo was the one to get him. Through the eleven-year-old's brain ran dozens of different scenarios and ideas as her legs carried her one step in front of the other: His hands are so little, I doubt he could punch properly. What if I teach him to kick? Or swing his bag around? He's carrying so many books, I'm sure that would hurt...

So focused on her thoughts was she that Manu didn't notice the footsteps behind her until it was too late. Suddenly there was a hand on her backpack, yanking her sideways, and the slender girl stumbled, nearly falling; a strong pair of hands shoved her into the wall, and within moments she was surrounded by three bodies, each taller, stronger, and bigger than her.

Manu peered up through furrowed brows to catch a glimpse of dark curls, and then she snickered.

"Nice eye, Guimarães," she pointed out with a scornful chuckle. "Who gave you that, a girl?"

Davi Guimarães, the boy one year older than Manu herself whom she'd punched recently over his brother bullying hers, flushed red with a combination of indignation and embarrassment. The skin around his eye was still bruised, healing in splotches of purples and yellows and greens, and the burst blood vessel she'd caused in the boy's sclera had spread into a big scarlet patch right next to his dark iris. It certainly looked like he'd been punched by at least someone his age, rather than a younger, much smaller girl. "Shut up, Manuela," he bit out at her. "No one puts their hands on me and gets away with it."

Manu pretended to think, scratching her head with fake confusion. "Really? Because I'm pretty sure I did."

The other two figures, who Manu recognised as friends of Davi by the names of Paulo and Estevo, exchanged a look behind Davi's back. Estevo was in her year, but Paulo was in Davi's; the latter looked to his ringleader and muttered, "Uh, Davi... are you sure this is the right girl? She's so... little."

"Oh, I'm sure," Davi snarled, poking a finger into Manu's chest. This time, unlike the shove, Manu let it happen, widening her eyes so as to seem more innocent as the bully continued. "I don't forget someone who tries to hit me."

"Succeeds in hitting you," Manu corrected with a little flick of her finger, unflinchingly staring Davi right in the eyes. "Looks like your eye hasn't forgotten, either. Can you even see out of it right now? Don't worry, I'm sure that'll go away... eventually."

Davi snarled and pulled his hand back as if to slap her, but Estevo stepped forward, catching his hand. "Don't," he advised his friend, looking back and forth between him and Manu. "She'll only tell, and we'll all get in trouble then."

Manu cocked her head to the side. Her plucky mouth and sarcastic commentary had often gotten her into trouble, but she was glad to see that at least she had some reputation amongst her classmates. "Or you can hit me, and we can see what happens," she suggested, smirking. "I'd love to make your other eye match. Maybe you should buy a pair of sunglasses - you know, just in case."

This time, the growl from Davi was accompanied by an actual swing of his fist towards her face. Too fast to dodge. Manu had no choice but to stand there and watch as the hand moved toward her, but something in his eyes told her that she was going to be perfectly fine - and if she wasn't, well, they were right, she could always tell an authority figure and get them in some serious problems with the school. But sure enough, his fist stopped less than an inch away from Manu's nose, and she stood there, unblinking.

"Need to try again?" she quipped, looking up at Davi. "I'm sure you can really get some power into it this time. Go on, go ahead. Hit me. See what happens."

The boy let his fist drop instead as it finally sunk in that hitting her would only cause his situation to worsen, and Manu's cocky smile grew bigger the lower his fist went. Finally, Davi turned and stalked away, snapping over his shoulder at Manu as his friends spun to follow him: "This isn't over."

Manu sighed as she pushed herself away from the wall, took a moment to collect herself, and continued down the street on her way to pick up her little brother. There were certainly scarier people than Davi Guimarães out there in the world, and a little threat of a punch wasn't going to make someone like Manu Macedo fall to her knees and beg for mercy. She was better than that.

"And oh, Davi," she murmured under her breath as she turned the corner, "you have no idea how over this is."

After all, she'd be at Castelobruxo soon, and she'd never have to worry about Davi again... not that she was worried about him in the first place, of course.

Advanced Casting
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Castelobruxo was everything Manu Macedo had dreamed it would be, and more. There were amazingly interesting classes, an airy uniform (that didn't make her wear a skirt, which was good, since she hated them), physical chores that reminded her all too well of home (and helped her to understand why her mother had always insisted Manu learn to keep the small vegetable garden on the side of the family house in Rio), and all sorts of extracurriculars, from Quidditch to Quodpot. It was heaven.

Of course, there were some... less-than-great things, too. The ranking system was a little more competitive than Manu had expected it to be, which was fine in the long run, because so too was Manu herself. Instead of joining Quodpot, like her mother - and like Manu had expected herself to - the duelling team had instead piqued her interest, partially because of the outdoor stadium that seemed so unique compared to other sports'. The cobblestoned pathways were sometimes uneven, and Manu had already tripped and face-planted into glowing flowers multiple times, often to the laughter of her classmates. And, of course, there were plenty of said classmates who considered themselves superior to Manu because both of their parents had attended Castelobruxo instead of just one. One boy had even gone so far as to say that Manu wasn't as magical as he was, because her father was a Muggle.

Manu had taken all of the fury that had been garnered after that particular encounter and poured it into her studies. After all, between the ranking system, duelling, and the sometimes overwhelming urge to hex her more pureblood-centric peers, she would need to know how to cast a spell - accurately and well. With her brand-new wand often used as a head scratcher, page turner, or the wizard version of a laser pointer when she wasn't actually using it to practice, Manu took to finding abandoned spots in Castelobruxo's vibrant, sprawling gardens to work on her spellcasting abilities within her first month at the school.

During one such evening of studies, she worked on the Cleaning Charm so many times that she scrubbed the same stone brick in a nearby garden wall so clean that it sparkled, then proceeded to blind her momentarily from its dazzle. During another, an attempt at a Fire-Making Spell lit a flower aflame, leading to frantic casting of the Extinguishing Charm so that she wouldn't get in trouble for ruining the gardens. Then there was the time she cast the Smokescreen Spell and nearly gave herself an asthma attack, despite not being asthmatic... the time her Four-Point Spell nearly knocked a passing sixth-year student in the arm because of its strong, fast jump to point north... the time she wore out a lock she'd managed to acquire from using the Unlocking and Locking Charms on it so much that it broke.

Manu needed to feel like she was worthy of the duelling team. She needed to prove all of her Mugglephobic classmates wrong. And she needed to be like her mother, because she would've rathered sleep with the Castelobruxo llamas for a week than have someone say she wasn't Mira Maidana 2.0.

So she would work until she felt worthy, until she knew she could beat them, until she knew she could prove everybody wrong. She wouldn't stop until she felt satisfied with herself, and anyone who knew Manu Macedo knew she was never satisfied, so she would never stop.

Wandmaker
(WC: 1,358) (not including individual word counts for core/wood/etc., explanations are at the end)

Reducio

A new wand, a new wand, a new wand.

It was all Manu had been able to think about as her time to attend Castelobruxo approached. That was the whole point of going to magic school, right? Getting a wand and learning to use it to cast spells and such? Through reading some of the magic books that her mother kept on her office bookshelf at the Macedo family home, Manu had garnered that there must be a wand shop somewhere from which she would be purchasing her first wand with the coins that only her mother ever used, and never out in the Muggle world. So as her days to attend the school rapidly became closer and closer, Manu became more and more on edge. She pestered her mother and, when that didn't work, her poor, clueless father about what a wand would entail: "Is it just a magic stick? How do they work? How big will it be? What if I break it?" And, finally, her father Mateo broke down and told her all he knew about wands, which was shamefully little of course due to his Muggle heritage: they had a wood and a core, they varied in length and bendiness, and he didn't know if there was a wand shop anywhere because his wife had owned the same wand for the entirety of their marriage.

Manu had seen her mother's wand before, of course. A beautiful, rustic orangey-brown colour, it was long - about 30 centimetres, maybe more - and always shined, like her mother had treated it with the utmost of care during her term as its owner. There was one tiny crack on the base, but not enough to cause real damage to it, Manu guessed, as her mother kept using it every day without fail. After learning of the whole woods-and-cores business, Manu asked her mother what hers was, but she was only met with a "You'll learn soon enough."

Whatever that meant.

Two days before Manu was meant to leave for Castelobruxo, the girl was practically vibrating as she moved around the house after ensino, half from excitement and half from nerves. Why hadn't her mother taken her to go get a wand yet? Were they perhaps going to pick one up on the way to Manaus? That seemed rather like waiting til the last minute, but Manu hated the not knowing. That is, until she heard her mother's voice from across the house.

"Manuela? Manu, meu carinho, come in here, please."

As usual, Mira Maidana Macedo was in her office, sitting behind her desk. She twirled a quill between her fingers, smiling at her daughter as Manu entered the room and shut the door behind her. There were two plush velvet stools on the other side of Mira's desk, and Manu went straight to the right one and took a seat. She loved sitting here and watching her mother work, on the rare occasions when Mira actually worked at home; it was a reminder that, someday, this would be her. Hopefully.

"What is it, Mamãe?" she asked, shifting atop her stool.

Mira's smile was bright and beautiful, the same as it had been when she and Mateo had first met (just with an added twenty years). "I have a present for you. Close your eyes."

Manu dutifully closed them, and quickly heard a small, soft thunk from the desk in front of her as Mira set something down there and, then, bade her to open her eyes once more. When Manu did so, she found a long, thin white box in front of her, wrapped in a dark green ribbon trimmed with gold.

"What is it?"

"Open it and see," her mother urged.

And so Manu's excited fingers, tripping over each other in her haste, speedily untied the ribbon, lifting the lid of the box to see what was inside. The contents shocked her - made her blink for just a moment, her usually infallible mouth left gaping for words, until finally, she looked back up at Mira.

"Why are you giving me your wand?"

Mira's dark eyes were soft and kind. "Tradition, Manu.

"You see, that wand there was not always mine. Before that, it was your grandmother's, when she attended Castelobruxo. And it was her mother's before that, her mother's before that, and so on. That wand right there has been passed down from eldest daughter to eldest daughter in my family line for generations, dating all the way back to your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother, María Morales."

Mira pulled a well-worn book from a nearby shelf and laid it in front of her daughter, who stared at it with wide eyes; the title read María Morales: A Magical Struggle for Argentine Independence, and Manu had seen her mother read it more than a handful of times over the years and even read it once herself. María Morales, the witch sister of some Squib general, had been a large part of the Argentine War of Independence in the 1810s, and her heroic warrior's death at the Battle of Maipú in 1818 had played a large part in driving Peruvian forces out of Chile and Argentina, thus granting both countries well-deserved independence. It was just one of many examples of witches and wizards working behind the scenes in historical Muggle disputes to ensure a just outcome, and Manu had admired María from the time she'd finished the first chapter of her biography.

She pointed to the book, a smile breaking uncontrollably across her face. "You're telling me I'm descended from her?"

"We are descended from her, yes," her mother corrected, "and that was her wand, recovered from the Battle of Maipú and returned to her daughter, who was just entering Castelobruxo at the time. Since then, it has been given to the eldest daughter of the Morales line upon their entry to Castelobruxo. Someday, you will give it to your eldest daughter, too."

Normally, Manu would have wrinkled her nose at the thought of someday having children, but at this point she was far too excited to care. With careful fingers, she plucked the wand from the box; it shivered slightly in her hand, and then, crack! It emitted a large, loud crack of thunder, causing Manu to jump in her seat - she almost fell out of it, but managed to hang on. "AH! Is that... normal?"

Her mother was chuckling by now. "It is because of the wand's core," explained Mira, moving around the corner of the desk to sit on the edge of it by her daughter. "Thunderbird tail feather. Your seven-greats-grandmother María was quite skilled at weather-based spells, with her favourite being a thunderstorm, or so says the legend. It just means the wand is bonding to you; it will calm down before you leave for Manaus."

Manu brought the wand close to her face, examining the burnt-orange wood and small crack at the base. Now that she knew the wand's history, the crack made sense; it had not gone through nine generations of women to come out unscathed. "And the wood? Papai told me there's a wood, a length, and a bendiness."

Mira shook her head, still smiling at the thought of her husband. "Your papai cannot keep his mouth shut," she chortled, reaching out and running one finger along the grain of the wand's wood. "Yes, the wood is cypress. The wand is just shy of thirteen inches - thirty-three centimetres, to be exact. And, like generations of Morales women - and you - the wand is unyielding. Take care to not bend it too much, or it will break."

Now it was Manu's turn to smile as she grasped the wand in one hand and looked up to her mother. Suddenly, she sprang to her feet, wrapping her mamãe in a tight hug. "Thank you, Mamãe," she whispered, though her thank-you was also meant for eight Morales women who had come before her mother, who Manu knew were all listening, watching her somehow as she became the tenth to hold the cypress wand with its thunderbird tail feather core.

"I'll make you all proud."

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Manu's wand is 33 cm (just shy of 13 inches), unyielding, with a thunderbird tail feather core and cypress wood.

Thunderbird tail feather core: Manu is nothing if not a fighter. She will often throw a punch or a spell, but only if someone else swings first - she refuses to be held culpable for starting a fight, but she'll be more than happy to end one. Her big mouth often gets her in trouble, because she doesn't know when to quit talking; though she doesn't exactly realise it or do it on purpose, she will sometimes goad someone else into starting the fight because she is itching to end it. Competitive in duelling and in class rankings, Manu is also brave, bold, and quite literally Fearless. (WC: 102)

Cypress wood: As stated above, Manu is bold and Fearless, and she will confront anyone for anything if she thinks it will make the world a better place. She would gladly take a punch for a friend and often considers herself a protector for the underdog; she is inspired by her self-sacrificing ancestor, María Morales, whose wand she now carries, and Manu would do anything to be like her. (WC: 67)

33 cm (~13 inches) in length: Though she's short in stature, Manu is a big personality. Unafraid to stand up to people twice her size, her dramatism is often considered to be surprising for someone so small; she isn't necessarily a show-off, but she'll make a scene if necessary, often in the manner of a fight or duel. Manu has big dreams and ambitions, and hopes to make the world a better place, likely through politics - her largest aspiration is to maybe someday become the President of Brazil, or maybe Brazilian Minister of Magic. She hasn't decided yet. (WC: 92)

Unyielding flexibility: If there is one thing most of all that Manu has inherited from the Morales lineage of women, it is her stubbornness. She will not back down or change her mind once she has made it up. Manu refuses to let herself be pushed around and is unyielding, much like her wand, in her belief that she can make the world a better place; she will stand her ground until she is satisfied that she has done so. (WC: 78)

Edited June 1 to turn Manu to a fourth-year due to upcoming graduation of Aly to fourth year.
Edited June 2 to fix ancestry problems, add in a bit about style under appearance, and add Thunderbird stats to trunk.
Edited June 11 to change February mentions to September.

June 2 - Pending - Wandmaker application - We don't allow connections to famous people, canon or real world. While you can say you are descended from a vague/random great war general, actually naming a famous figure and giving them relatives isn't something we can accept. Please edit that reference.

Also your wand details (wood/core/etc) and the mechanical ability it gets from the wand core (Thunderbird tail feather: • Once you reach 30% of your max health you gain + 2 AP, + 2 Evasion and + 2 Acc. If you are healed above 30% of your max health you lose those bonuses) need to be listed clearly in your character's trunk somewhere for moderator ease. Please add those somewhere. - Marcus

June 11 - Pending - There was a recent update on the school year of Castelobruxo. Please edit any mentions of that and we can get you squared away! - Marcus

Name: Raul Otávio Vinicius Mirales Correa
School: Castelobruxo
Year: Third
Status: Pureblood

Appearance

Narcissism begets one to take a great deal of pride in their appearance, and Raul is no exception. Without fail, Raul dresses in naught but the finest in designer clothing, in the styles that have taken the magical communities of Sao Paolo and Buenos Aires by storm. Muggle garb, after all, is all too vulgar and common. His dark hair is almost always perfectly quaffed and slightly curled, allowing it to possess a near-weightless quality as it sits delicately upon his head. A meticulous skincare routine has afforded that same level of purity to his face, allowing it to be free from blemishes.

That said, he is betrayed by a rather small and slight stature. Raul is not a tall boy, and rather finds himself skirting below the lower end of average. Coupled with his slight build and rather delicate features, he is almost feminine in his appearance. Were one to use less than perfect descriptors, he could be best described as soft and lithe, almost elfin in build.

Personality

Raul is arrogant, narcissistic, misanthropic, and bigoted to the point of unbearability. He does not only think that he is better than just about anyone else, he is absolutely convinced of it, and more than that, he is firmly of the mind that everyone else is equally as sure of just how superior he is. Be it in the realm of sport, academics or even in familial ties, Raul sees himself as a man at the pinnacle of success and achievement. The reality of those situations is, of course, entirely irrelevant to his own world view. Failure is simply a result of a system being rigged against him, faulty tools or poor craftsmanship. Responsibility for shortcomings is the sort of thing that he will never claim.

With few exceptions, Raul sees just about anyone and everyone as beneath him, this has been especially compounded by entirely warped senses of blood purity and national pride. He is blatantly biassed against muggleborn wizards, and will throw around terms such as ‘mudblood’ with reckless abandon. More than that, he is fiercely proud of his own national heritage. However, such nationalism finds itself more often taking the form of a sense of muted superiority, both with respect to his country and his school. Nowhere is this more evident than in his stubborn refusal to grasp the English language, instead preferring to rely upon his classmates and brother to translate his tirades of arrogant Portuguese.

There is no tempering of his tongue nor subtlety in how he holds himself, Raul’s more untoward traits are always ‘turned on’ so to speak. He does not see the need to censor himself for the benefit of those who he considers inferior. Rather, in actuality, it is his opinion that in being as brutal as he is, he is doing them a favour by making them aware of that plain and simple truth that he is better than them.

That said, his love of himself does extend to a fierce loyalty to his family and friends, and he would sooner suffer great personal harm than allow an insult to the honour of those who share in either his blood or the blood of the covenant. While he is unequivocally competitive with those who he considers close, and will not hesitate to harm them to benefit himself, such an exception exists solely with respect to Raul. Others are not afforded the same ability to treat his family nor friends with impunity, and they are expected to show them the deference that they so obviously deserve.

History

The Correa family claims the noble and ancient blood, with alleged ties back to the royal court of Asturias. The veracity of these alleged ties have been called into doubt on more than one occasion. However, the official position of the family is that any such attempt to besmirch their good name and reputation is born entirely out of ill-will and misplaced jealousy. The most accurate records of the family’s history can be traced to the city of Lisbon in and around the period shortly after the Liberal Civil War. Since the 1840s, the family’s influence and spread increased to such a degree that numerous branches exist within both the New World and the Iberian peninsula. One such Peninsular branch claims that an ancient ancestor was the direct inspiration for the tale of Don Quixote, alleging the wizard who slew a band of marauding giants cast a spell on the spectating muggles to assume that he’d assaulted windmills, thus maintaining the secrecy of the wizarding world. Of course, the truth of such a claim is almost certainly false, with its first known utterance being traced back to a drunken exaltation in a Lima bar circa 1985.

The most mystical and mercantile house of Mirales, on the other hand, does maintain more succinct and verifiable records. Among the first magical settlers from the old country to the New World, the family made their fortune in the export and trade of exotic magical goods and creatures to and from the Americas, Europe and Africa. Through ruthless business acumen, the ancestral line gradually ascended through the colonial social strata.

Maximiano Lourenço Carlinhos Caetano Correa and Emília Alexandrina Soraia Seixas Mirales first met while attending Castelobruxo. Although, it was not until after they both had graduated that they began to see one another in a way other than platonic. Through mutual friends and shared social circles amongst the purebloods of Southern Brazil, the pair would gradually begin to spend more and more time together, and before they knew it, their shared beliefs and ambition would result in a romance and marriage. Of course, the marriage was acceptable to both of their families, both were of good pureblood stock, and both had shown themselves more than adept in the realm of business.

In due course, the newlyweds would build their joint business ventures, sinking further and further into workaholism and dedication. Of course, their lives were not spent entirely in the pursuit of capital, and in succession they would bring to the world three children: Arabelle Veronica Catia, Gregorio Andrade Botín and Raul Otávio Vinicius. For the most part, both Maximiano and Emília were not present in the lives of their young children. By no means were they abusive or negligent, merely distant, preferring to allow their employed house elves Fedorento and Pança to care for their progeny. As the children aged and began to develop into rather problematic young people, the solution was always to just throw money at the youths in hopes it would solve any problems. For the most part, this proved an effective enough salve, and none of the three engaged in any behaviour that could be considered entirely deplorable.

For the most part, the relationship between the sister and her brothers was rather tense. Arabelle, now in her final year at Castelobruxo, took it upon herself to mercilessly bully both Gregorio and Raul as they grew up with the view of building their character and resilience. The result of such conflict was the former often defending his younger brother, resulting in a profound sense of loyalty in Raul for his brother. Whilst the relationship with his sister has warmed somewhat, interactions between Raul and Arabelle are still more often than not wrought with insults and venom, albeit venom tinged with love.

His true hostility remains aimed toward the other denizens of Castelobruxo unfortunate enough to make his acquaintance. The arrival of the toucan that brought his acceptance letter to that most noble institution had been a foregone conclusion since the day of his birth. His position in the rankings often leaves room to be desired, with his academic results settling firmly around average. However, where he has excelled, surprisingly, is in the required chores and other extracurricular activities that form the remainder of the school’s curriculum. Despite his own insistence that it is peasant work, his aptitude seems best served in the garden and herbology classroom, and not in the world of academia nor charms.

Is your character a Broom Racer? NO
Is your character a Quidditch Player? YES (Seeker preference)
Is your character a Duelist? NO
Stats: Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 15 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 9 | ArcPower: 5 | Accuracy: 10
(+1 Broom Racing win) (X)

Abilities

Impartial

Reducio

When you know that you are the best looking thing in the world, there is really very little that others can do to sway you with their appearance. Such is the life of one Raul Otávio Vinicius Mirales Correa. A great appreciator of beauty, especially when it takes the form of gorgeous women, although he is not entirely ashamed to admit that he has admired the aesthetic form of more than a few men, Raul knows that they all pale in comparison to his own greatness. As such, he is not swayed by the beauty of others, for much like Narcissus becoming entranced with his own reflection, Raul became enamoured with his own self-image long ago. Truthfully, and without any form of self-doubt nor embarrassment, he believes that he is the most glorious creation under the heavens, and therefore thinks himself out of the league of just about anyone, regardless of how beautiful they may be. Delusion, it seems, is a grand defence against the bewitching and entirely unnatural allure of many of the denizens of the wizarding world.

That is not to mention his own cruelty and lack of concern for others, the destruction of a beautiful visage is an entirely justifiable price to pay if it provides one with the ability to further their own ends. Raul is not only entirely comfortable with harming those who he finds aesthetically pleasing, he takes an odd sense of satisfaction in it. Not so much in the destruction of beauty, but only in that it serves to further his own confirmation bias as to his own greatness. In many ways, he is cruel, but more importantly than that, he is callous to the needs of others. As far as he is concerned, the world starts and stops with his own whims, his own needs and desires. The possibility of seduction that would see those needs and desires temporarily satiated holds no bearing, especially when he is more than capable of providing himself with all that he could ever want. Mutually beneficial trades are of little interest to Raul, others exist to serve him, and accordingly, he feels not an ounce of respect or deference to others regardless of their appearance. Raul understands the effort that is required to make one gorgeous, after all he spends a significant portion of his own time on his own grooming, and it is because of this expended effort that he is more than confident that his own efforts leave even those with the blood of sirens and veelas wanting. [424 Words]

Evasive Maneuvers

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When one walks a path that is constantly lined with insults and accusations, hatred and self-aggrandisement, it becomes second nature to know how to dodge and avoid the imminent blows that come. A lifetime of barbed insults prepared Raul well for a schooling environment, insofar as the education system is a social Darwinian hellscape. Yet, even before he attended the most prestigious educational institution for magic in the world, in his own not-so-humble opinion, Raul was commonly causing scenes at functions and events. Constant insults were met with physical, and later magical, retaliation, and it became necessary for the young pureblood to learn to avoid the blows of his more magically and physically apt opponents. A slight boy with no true gift for spellcasting, if he was to maintain his reputation for needless attacks and foul-mouthed insults, he would need to ensure that he could protect himself in the only way he knew how. By getting the hell out of the way.

Of course, once he entered school, there were more than a few students who not only didn’t care for his behaviour, but were more than capable of making their displeasure known. Natural instincts for avoiding trouble at the last possible moment would only become stronger, more honed, as Raul continued to bite off more than he could chew, starting altercations and fleeing before he could suffer any real, physical consequences. In due course, he would become as slippery as he was arrogant, learning to read the telegraphed spells and blows from adversaries before they were launched, his footwork increasing as he became extremely aware of how to dodge out of the way of their attacks.

Raul would start trouble, as was his way, but he would be damned if he were going to face the consequences of his actions. Sure, there were times where he caught a well-deserved hex, but they only served to embolden the boy. How dare they touch his most glorious visage with their filthy mudblood magic? It was the gravest of insults, and one that he would not allow to come to pass again. So, without realising it, without consciously choosing to do so, Raul would come to focus more and more on the behaviour of his peers, learning to read when they were upset, not only to ensure that his own jibes were landing, but to avoid the consequences should the unfortunate soul choose to pay him back for them. [407 Words]

Evasive Manoeuvres II

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Quidditch was an interesting sport, one that placed a great deal of import on the role of a singular player. The seeker with their ability to end the game with one move, to earn fifteen times the worth of a goal with a simple wrist movement, undoubtedly was the most important role on the pitch. Naturally, the role was an obvious fit for Raul when it came time to join an extracurricular. After all, a position that predisposes itself to glory hounds was an entirely natural fit for the narcissist. With the goal of achieving personal glory and greatness upon a broom, he would take to the skies, and if it so happened that he could assist his school in proving their dominance over the other lesser educational institutes, then that would be an added bonus.

Of course, the very nature of the seeker that drew Raul to the role also meant that it was one that was rife with danger. When there are positions on the opposite team who are more often than not tasked with specifically ensuring that you are unable to stay conscious for long enough to see out the match, learning to avoid bludgers becomes an omnipresent part of participation. In order to catch the snitch, one has to ensure that they are conscious enough to do it, and that means dodging. Or, to put it another way, undertaking evasive manoeuvres.

Raul was already rather quick on his feet when he took the role of seeker at the start of the 2022 school year, but it took a fair bit more time to transplant those instincts from avoiding conflict on the ground to avoiding metal balls hurtling toward him in the sky. Still, whereas he’d come to rely on watching others to see if they would strike, his focus on the snitch would soon force him to use other senses. Sound, in particular, would become his friend, and the telltale sound of wind breaking around an oncoming bludger would sound like a siren, warning the seeker to avoid the incoming concussion given physical form.

The constant use of these instincts would only see them further develop, not only with respect to the sporting arena, but also outside of it. As two of his great loves, insulting people and getting away without consequence, and being able to claim victory in spite of the actions of an entire team, would come together to propel his evasive instincts ever onward. Of course, his true, greatest love, would remain himself, and ensuring that his most gorgeous visage avoided the unsightliness of a broken nose was certainly no small factor in ensuring he could manage a solid dodge. [447 Words]

VERONA C. A. RAMÍREZ FOURTH YEAR | DUELLIST ────────── School | Castelobruxo Year | Fourth DOB | Aug 3rd, 2008 Age | Fourteen Blood Status | Pureblood Sport | Duelling Face Claim | Manu Ríos CODE CREDITS | LUCIA FOX

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──────────────────────────── APPEARANCE Reducio At the age of 13, Ronnie stood at 5"6' (172cm) which is a bit taller than his peer age group. Ronnie has blue-greyish eyes. He also had dimples on both of his cheeks. He has an athletic build type of body and tan skin due to his love for soccer and swimming when Duelling is off-season and summer rolling in. His dark brown hair he usually keeps tidy but sometimes his wavy bangs fall onto his eyes. Ronnie has a flirtatious smirk that often time he uses to get what he wants. That flirtatious smirk, he dubbed it as his charming attribute. And so, when Ronnie looks at someone with that blue-greyish eyes, he will flash that flirtatious smirk every now and then. He also has a certain boyish smoldering gaze that (in his own words) will melt whoever set their gaze on him. ──────────────────────────── PERSONALITY Reducio If one sentence could describe who and what Ronnie is, that would be a Golden Retriever puppy. Ronnie's curious and playful manner embodies that certain type of breed. Not only that Ronnie is also a ray of sunshine personified. He self-dubbed himself as a lady's man and like to flirt not only with boys but with girls too. In his opinion, the way to befriend a person through their heart is by flirting with them. For him, once he turns on the Ramírez's charm, boys and girls could not deny him and the said charm. And so, when Ronnie hit the age of 12, his parents decided to be separated from one another. When either Ronnie or his siblings asked his father the reason of his parents separating, his father did not shared too much about it except his father told Ronnie and his siblings, he and Ronnie's mother separated amicably. Ronnie is still the same rainbow, sunshine personified, and skittles loving boy. For him, there was no use being sad and getting swallowed by its sadness since life will go on no matter what. ──────────────────────────── HISTORY Reducio Verona Carlito Andréas Ramírez or for short goes by as Ronnie, is the second youngest in his family. Ronnie has two older siblings (a sister and a brother). He also has a younger sister. Ronnie was born to a pureblood couple in São Paulo, Brazil on Aug 3rd, 2008 which makes him a Leo. His father (Enzo) was born in Doncaster, UK, and his mother (Bianca) was born in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. His oldest sister (Alex) was a Durmstrang alumnus and is a Magizoologist. Meanwhile, Ronnie's older brother (Venice) is in his final year of studies at Castelobruxo. His younger sister (Isabella) is homeschooled since she is still 10 years of age. Growing up, Ronnie was always in his oldest sister's footsteps. Meaning he shares the same studious genes as Alex. Though Ronnie seems like a bookworm, he also has the affectioned towards Duelling. Ronnie is fluent in English, French, German, Spanish, and of course Portuguese since it is his mother tongue. Ronnie aspired to be either Healer or Magizoologist just like his oldest sister. Ronnie's first instance of magic involved a lot of anger and screaming. When he was a little boy, Ronnie had a speech delay. His father worried that he did not inherit the magical abilities like his other two older siblings, but since his mother was a positive-minded person, she believe Ronnie's first instance of magic will come soon. Lo and behold, Ronnie's magical abilities appeared when he was 8 years old. Ronnie had a favorite action figure that often time Venice like to borrow or hide from him as a way of teasing him. So, one day when Ronnie had enough of Venice's antics he screamed at his older brother, and the plastic action figure that Venice held in his hand burned up in flame. Once both his parents saw Ronnie's first instance of magic, they are relieved and congratulated Ronnie for it. ──────────────────────────── RELATIONSHIPS Reducio Forename Surname | Friend "A quote from your character." ────────────────────────────

ABILITTY APPLICATION

ADVANCE CASTING WC : 435 Reducio Ever since Ronnie received his first wand before he attended Castelobruxo, he knew he can do wonders with the said wands. Everywhere Ronnie goes, his books are glued to his hands. Before he attends Castelo, he already read many books whether it is about practical or theoretical magic. Because of that, Ronnie knows spell-casting incantation and movement like it is the back of his hand. Not many know, well except Ronnie's family, that he has a photographic memory. Because he has a photographic memory, it is what drives Ronnie to sign up and become a Duellist for Castelobruxo. When his peers asked how he always gets perfect grades in all his classes, Ronnie always said 'I just love to read, that's all'. He never boasted about that particular gift because his hard work and dedication to his schoolwork will show in the end and never fails him up until now. For him, action speaks louder than words. One day after a long day of school, Ronnie was laying in his bed, he absentmindedly use the Hair Color-Changing Charm. A few minutes later, he use the Snowflake-Creating Spell. Though spell-casting seems like a breeze for the blue-greyish-eyed boy, Ronnie had difficulties performing the Slug-Vomiting Charm. Not only Ronnie could never stomach the said charm, he feels like spell-casting is all about healing or helping each other not to harm one individual. When his peers are more prone to using magic to resolve a dispute, Ronnie chose to use his word rather than flinging some spells unless he has to. As those comic books say, 'With great power, come great responsibility', Ronnie never abuses his power of spell-casting. Whereas many of his peers first failed in the first few times when casting some spells, Ronnie never had that problem when it comes down to spell-casting. Still, although Ronnie seems superior in his spell-casting, he always helps his friends whenever his friends needed his aid. Although Castelobruxo was not so big on wandwork, during his fundamental education, Ronnie picks Muggles studies alongside Ritual Magic as one of his elective classes. For him, balancing modern spell-casting (with a wand) is as important as doing traditional ones. As a kid that was born into a magical family and no less a pureblood one, Ronnie's father had instilled in him that a wand is essential for every wixes but Ronnie did not want to rely too much upon his wand just because he has magical abilities. For him, spell-casting is not all about wands. But it is all about the ability and the confidence in how to do the spell-casting itself.

EVASIVE MANEUVERS I WC : 787 Reducio It was a hot many years ago in Brazil. Usually, Summer in Brazil had a little breeze now and then but not that day. When all the youngsters love to go swimming or just stay indoors, that did not apply to 10 years old Ronnie. From he was a little boy, the second youngest of the Ramírez clan was known as an active and happy kid. Ronnie did not mind getting himself dirty. He likes to play in the rain and if his father is generous to him, his father lets him roll around in dirt or mud. And so, that particular day Ronnie feels like wants to break a sweat since he can not stand still and do nothing at his residence. Ronnie then grabbed a football ball the NFL football kind and run downstairs. When his feet landed on the ground level of his home, his house seems empty. His father, mother, oldest sister, and younger sister are nowhere to be found. Ronnie then saw his second older brother lounging on the sun lounger near the swimming pool that is located in his house. Ronnie then stalked to where Venice lay about. "You blocking the sun, dude,"Venice said to Ronnie with eyes closed while soaking in the Summer heat. But Ronnie did not respond as he still stood in front of his brother. "What do you want, shrimp?."Venice inquired his brother. "Come play with me,"Ronnie uttered with excitement. Venice looked at Ronnie with one eye open. "No,"The second oldest denied it plainly. "You no fun,"The 10 years old said. Even though his brother denied him blatantly, Ronnie still got a trick or two up his sleeve. He then sit on the edge of the pool and started flicking Venice with water. "You will get me all wet, bro,"Venice started to complain. "I will stop if you play with me,"The dark brown-haired boy said to his brother. Venice looked at Ronnie and let out a sigh. "Fine,"The then 14 years old Venice complies with his brother's wish. Ronnie clapped his hands excitedly and tossed the oval ball to his older brother. A few short treks later, both of them are standing in the front yard of their home. "Catch!,"Venice said then he threw the ball towards the blue-greyish-eyed boy. Without warning, Venice started running at full speed to where his brother stood. When Ronnie caught the ball, his body also catches the ground. "Ow!"Ronnie let out a yelp of pain with how hard Venice came barrelling down on him and because of how hard his back collided with the ground. Venice then reached out his hand to help his brother get up. "What was that all about?"The younger boy inquired. "It is what do you think it is,"Venice replied. "And it is necessary for you to crash into me like a freight train?"Ronnie enquired his brother. Venice nodded his head with a playful smile on his lips. "You supposed to evaded it, dear brother,"Venice expressed. "And you supposed to tell me beforehand,"Ronnie banter. As a reply, Venice only shot Ronnie a playful smirk. "Want to go again or are you too chicken for that?,"Venice teased Ronnie. The smaller boy let out a growl and said they do it again. And again they shall do. For the first few times, Venice successfully tackled Ronnie down to the ground hard. Ronnie could feel his back will have bruises here and there with how many times his back collided with the ground. "Come on, bro, evade!"Venice demanded. Once Venice said that to Ronnie, like the first time, the older boy run at full speed. But this time Ronnie can read Venice's body language. So, when the distance between Venice and Ronnie got smaller, the young boy side-stepped to the right before Venice could tackle him this time. They do it a few more times. Every time Venice threw the ball at Ronnie, he ran at full charge and Ronnie managed to evade his brother's attack. "Time out, time out!,"Venice panted, clearly out of breath. His sweat rolled down his back and his forehead. "Come on, one last play,"The 10 years old pleaded with his brother. Venice shakes his head. "I'm done, Ve, and besides I can not take the heat anymore,"Venice replied as he swiped the sweat that rolling all over his face. Ronnie left out a huffed. "Fine,"Ronnie said. "Perhaps another day?"He asked his brother with enthusiasm. Venice only nodded his head while he caught his much-needed breath. Once the Ramírez brother is done running around in their front yard, Venice runs towards the swimming pool. He wasted no time jumping into it to cool off his body while Ronnie was still in the front yard practicing some of his impressive maneuvers.

EVASIVE MANEUVERS II WC : 546 Reducio Who said Duelling not as brutal as Quidditch, well, they never watched a single matches in their life. When Castelobruxo looking for some students to fill up the roster for Duellist, Ronnie was tempted to sign up for it but at the time his not as confident as he is right now. Castelobruxo was all about manual labor and rarely about wand-work but it did not stop Ronnie to signed up in the next year when he was already a second-year during his time studies at Castelo. Though he is inexperienced in the terms of Duelling, Ronnie could take the heat that his opponent throws in his way. He had been flipendoed and incendoed before. It hurt like hell when the win was knocked out of your body or you were burned. During his time as a Duellist, he and his partner lost and wins some matches. For him, failure is a chance to learn to be better for the next match. The old saying said 'practice makes perfect' but for Ronnie, there were no such things since in this world nothing is perfect. And so for him 'practice makes better.' and that motto he carries anywhere he goes whether it is for school work-related or during Dulling matches or practice. One day, Ronnie was practicing some spells for the upcoming matches. One of his teammates comes into the room. She asked what was Ronnie doing. Ronnie told the girl that he is practicing for the next match. The girl then volunteered to be his opponent. Just like in any other school, students are not allowed to sling spells at each other unless an older student or Professor supervised it. After the girl finds an older year that was not too busy that day, the little Duelling practice commences. The practice goes swell until the girl throws a powerful Fire-Making Spell toward the dark-brown-haired boy. Ronnie yelped out as he did not see that coming. Though it is a powerful spell, Ronnie managed to get out of the way. Ronnie looked bat the wall that had been enchanted behind him and then at the girl that standing on the opposite side of the piste. "Holy!,"The boy uttered in surprise. "What was that?"He asked the girl. "Just some good old fire-making spell, dear Ramírez, "The girl replied. "That was NOT just some good old Fire-Making Spell,"Ronnie uttered. He was impressed with the said spell. For a few minutes, the practice still rolled in. Every time his opponent slings a spell toward Ronnie, he evades it like a pro. Before their practice time was over, the other girl managed to sling one last spell. The Blindfolding one. When Ronnie saw the tale-tell of the fabric emitted from the other girls' wand and the said fabric fly in dangerously close towards him, he ducked down and the fabric falls limply to the ground. "Maybe next time, sleek,"The brunette boy said to his opponents with a playful smile. "You getting good at dodging spells, Ronnie,"The other girl said to him. "I hope one day we get to be partner up and we definitely will dominate the stage,"The girl expressed. Ronnie smiled at his teammate's statement. And when their free time was over, both of them get out of the Duelling Club room and walk side by side towards their next destination, respectively.

FEARLESS WC : 1.089 Reducio And though (s)he be but little, (s)he is fierce - William Shakespeare The quote above definitely applies to Ronnie. For as long as he remembered, Ronnie was never been afraid of anything. Some say he is a thrill-seeker. When Ronnie was about 8 years old, he liked to climb the highest tree that was residing in the Ramírez threshold. When Ronnie wants to get away or just looked up at the stars, he often times can be found laying around on the rooftop of his house. Throughout his life Ronnie loves adventure and being the brother of a Magizoologist, that opportunity always knocking on his door. Often time than not, Alex would bring him on her trip. Ronnie's passport had collected many stamps from all over the world. Although the Ramírez siblings are magical, their choices of transportation are either by ships (if Alex needs to go abroad) or by floo powder and/or train (if Alex's duty is in the local area). Ronnie had tasted all kinds of thrill-seeking moments. He already rode one of the fastest rollercoasters in Dubai, UEA. He also had ridden the tallest rollercoaster somewhere in China. Had walked on the glass bridge of the Grand Canyon, USA. Had climbed Mount. Kilimanjaro that one time with Alex. Had tried the highest swings. And alongside Alex had climbed the many stairs (365 to be exact) of one of the Mesoamerican step pyramids known as the temple of Kukulcán (El Castillo) that dominates the center of the Chichén Itza. The temple itself is an archeological site in the Mexican state of Tinum, Yucatán. Alex was also no different than Ronnie. The Ramírez siblings are definitely an adventurer and thrill-seeking buddies. So one day when Alex had unused vacation days and Ronnie's birthday will be coming soon, the oldest out of the four asked Ronnie if the second youngest of the Ramírez clan wanted to go cliff-diving with her. Without much thinking that needed to be done, Ronnie said yes to Alex's proposal. For the few days leading up to Ronnie's birthday, Alex made the arrangement so they could do a two weeks worth of trip for their cliff-diving experience - a holiday that was located in Blue Lagoon, Bali, Indonesia. Since the trip, they will take is far away from home, they need to make sure all the necessary things that they wanted to bring along their trip is packed and ready to go. So when the day came, Alex and Ronnie departed their house before noon. After some days (or maybe some hours since they traveled by the Diver) of their journey, finally, both of them landed in Port of Benoa, Bali, Indonesia. Since this is the first time both of the Ramírez siblings visit Indonesia, both of them are excited to explore this part of the world that they never visited before. So, after both of them safely arrived at their boarding, Alex walked around the local while Ronnie dozed off in their shared room. For the next few days, both of the Ramírez siblings tried local food and indulged themselves in local culture. On the day of Ronnie's birthday, both of the siblings took a small boat that will take them to a small island to do their first-ever cliff-diving. Once both of them arrived at Blue Lagoon, Nusa Penida, Bali, their cliff-diving instructor gave both Alex and Ronnie a brief training on how to do cliff-diving the right way. After both Alex and Ronnie swam around the clearing to make sure there was no rough coral or reef or even jutted-out stone around their cliff-diving spot, the wave is fairly easy to swim about, and both of them found their exit point, both Alex and Ronnie began climbing the cliff. Once they stood in front of the lowest height of the cliff which is 10 feet (3m) the cliff, without much thinking, Alex did a small run before she splashed off into the very deep sea below them. When Alex emerged from the crystal-blue water, she encourage Ronnie to do the same. Ronnie did the same as Alex did earlier. The adrenaline that was coursing in both of the Ramírez siblings made them send various jumps over the various heights of the cliffs. Once both of them stand on the highest cliff point that Blue Lagoon can offer which is 40 feet (12m) above the deep sea below them, Alex did what she has done earlier but only this time she added a back-flip before she splashed into the water. "That was wicked, Alex!"Ronnie hollowed from where he stood on the cliff. From under the cliff, as Alex swam around, she gave Ronnie a thumbs up and a wink as her reaction to what Ronnie had said to her earlier. "Now is your chance, dear brother,"Alex said. Ronnie nodded his head. Just like what he did earlier, Ronnie make a small run while calculating mentally before he leaped off the cliff, he did a front-flip. When he did the front-flip the feels was like when you know a rollercoaster you rode on will have that big drop. Ronnie can feel his heart in his throat before the water hit him. Once Ronnie emerged from the water, his blue-greyish eyes looked at Alex's blue eyes. "You did not tell me how that felt,"The second youngest exclaimed as he splashed his sister in a playful manner. "That was exhilarating and yet scary at the same time" Ronnie added. "If I told you how it felt, would it make any difference?"The oldest of the Ramírez siblings quipped. "No,"Ronnie replied shortly and let out a small laugh. "That's what I thought,"Alex answered and splashed her younger brother in the same way Ronnie just did earlier. For several more hours, both of them did some jumps off of the cliff and swam around the sea for quite some time until both of them felt like it is their time to go back to the land. Once both Alex and Ronnie boarded the small ship that will take them to the mainland again, both of them share the same euphoric smile from such an experience."That was the best birthday give ever, Lexa,"Ronnie said to his oldest sister while both of them dried off. "Glad you like it,"Alex replied back. "Happy birthday, Verona"Alex uttered and side hugs her second younger brother as both of them walked off the boat. Once they safely arrived on the mainland, both of them continued their remaining holiday days filled up with adventures until the day they need to come back home after that much-needed holiday.

BROOM RACER No DUELIST Yes QUIDDITCH PLAYER No

STATS stamina 9 | evasion 9 | strength 7 wisdom 10 | arc power 8 | accuracy 10 (full human 50 fourth year stats + 3 stat points from Quidditch win)

Code Credit (above and below) • Draven Mirador

Note

June 13^th edit - change the Because, with or without a wand, Ronnie still could perform spell-casting into As a kid that was born into a magical family and no less a pureblood one, Ronnie's father had instilled in him that a wand is essential for every wixes but Ronnie did not want to rely too much upon his wand just because he has magical abilities under the Advance Casting ability.

1. Change the sky-diving location from São Paulo, Brazil to Foz do Iguaçu, Argentina. Follow the international sky-diving guidelines that anyone under the age 0f 16, if they wanted to do sky-diving, must be strapped on to a certified instructor (tandem jump).
2. Give a more correct geological location to the 365 steps that both Alex and Ronnie climbed under the Fearless ability.

June 21^st edit
1. Changed Ronnie's mother from passed away from a car accident (she is a pureblood so it's more unlikely she was in that predicament) to both of his parents separated amicably with each other under Personality.
2. Change Alex means of transportation from planes to ships when she has to work abroad.
3. Add Floo Powder as Alex's means of transportation when she has to commute and work locally.
4. Just to clarify things, when Alex and Ronnie have to do their sky-diving activity, they still need to ride a plane to reach certain heights for said activity.
5. Point 2, 3, and 4 can be read and seen under the Fearless ability.

June 22^nd edit
1. Change entry from sky-diving to cliff-diving under the Fearless ability.

When my iNPC got accepted and you make his ency, could you put the thread title as Verona Carlito Andréas? Much thanks in advance for your hard work, guys!

June 11 - PENDING - I see two things that need to be edited in your abilities, but the rest looks great! 1) Your application for Fearless references your character going skydiving. From what I looked at online, the minimum age for skydiving in Brazil is 16 (however if you know otherwise, please feel free to owl me) - so that application will need to change. 2) your application for advanced casting references that Ronnie can do casting without a wand "Because, with or without a wand, Ronnie still could perform spell-casting" this will need to be removed because he does not have the Wandless Casting ability. Although the school lore does talk about casting without a wand, that is a flavor thing and you would actually have to take the ability to claim you can do it.

Also since you are applying for fourth-year stats and abilities, your character himself should be considered a fourth year. Just a heads up that you wrote 3rd year.- Marcus

Written by Lear, not sure who wrote the previous communication.

Pending
- According to your blood status you are a pureblood, however your mother died in a car accident. How did that happen? It is very unusual to be in a car as a pureblood, in fact they are illegal to charm in the UK Ministry as an alternative means of transportation (if you recall the well cited quip by the Weasley patriarch about 'not intending to use it' being a loophole he made because he wanted to tinker with muggle artifacts). In addition, having access to magic to both defend oneself from injuries and to heal mundane injuries suffered. How did her injuries become so severe that a wave of a wand failed to save her?
- Your height would place you in the 95th percentile in height for 13 year old boys according to the CDC. As long as you are aware that you are not slightly taller than your peers, you are towering over them.
- A plane is a rather unusual choice for transportation for a pureblood.

Follow-up 6/21:

Reached out to the staff team regarding the last facets of your character for suggestions.

Approved

Name: Gregorio Andrade Botín "Boe" Mirales Correa
School: Castelobruxo
Year: Fourth (4th)
Status: Pureblood

Appearance

Gregorio Andrade Botín Mirales Correa, or 'Boe,' is a good-looking young man with sharp angular features and high cheekbones. Gregorio's brown mop of hair is always perfectly windswept and gives the impression that he had just come from a long walk down a beach, even though Boe had perfectly tailored his look this way. He constantly wears a very placid and neutral expression. However, by no means is the boy stoic; instead, Boe believes that stoicism is akin to royalty. When he is not in his Castelobruxo uniform, the boy rocks beach bum chic attire: close-fitting button-ups, khaki chino shorts, and boat shoes. In addition, Boe is hardly ever seen without his fingers full of rings and a gold chain around his neck.

The boy stands at a height moderately above average. Even though Boe has a thin and lithe build, his strength was deceiving and thus surprising.

Personality

Gregorio makes sure he is known for his family's prestige with a terribly posh and entitled attitude. He isn't a cry baby by any means, but when he feels slighted, even by a minor degree, he holds onto that grudge as if it was his last chance to live. With a fierce intelligence to match his physical strength, Gregorio is known to have a mean streak against those Boe finds annoying or below his level of stature. The idea that he should act regally and keep up the presentation of his high class is firmly present in his personality. Even though he has some blood purist bias, he keeps that fact low. It's not very stately, after all. His obsession with how he appears to others creates a very unhealthy need to make everything about himself seem perfect.

Boe excelled in his academic studies, which stems from his perfectionist ideals. Thus his grasp of foreign and ancient languages alike is relatively well developed. However, being a perfectionist combined with his already extraordinary sense of self-importance creates what some would call a 'narcissist.' Of course, he would disagree because he generally considers himself better than ninety-nine percent of people on earth. If one proves to him that they are worthy of his friendship and company, Boe will do just about anything for them.

History

The expertly documented history of the Mirales family states that the family came from the old country to the New World. In this new untouched land, the Mirales' cultivated their export and trade of exotic magical creatures and goods across the seas from the Americas to Europe and Africa.

The Correa line claims much more extreme history without much historical backing. Many with the name state its ties to the royal courts of Asturias. However, critics of the family line claim there is no factual information to verify the accuracy of the insistence. However, the most recent documentation of the Correa line dates back to Lisbon shortly after the Liberal Civil War. Then, like a plague, the family's sway grew and spread its tendrils across the new world and the old starting in the 1840s. Branch families pop up consistently and quickly with Correa's power and global reach. But, of course, rumors and twisted family history also result from such a broad reach. For example, one night inside a small bar in Lima, circa 1985, Gregorio's first cousin twice removed, drunkenly claimed that their ancestor was the inspiration for the legendary Don Quixote. However, there was no bumbling idiot who mistook windmills for attacking giants, but rather that ancestor slew a marauding group of violent giants. For the sanctity of Wizarding secrecy, the man had disguised the giants as windmills to trick the onlooking muggles, thus making him look like a bumbling fool. It is impossible to confirm the story's veracity, and the claim is just the babbling of a drunken fool.

Gregorio's parents, Maximiano Lourenço Carlinhos Caetano Correa and Emília Alexandrina Soraia Seixas Mirales, had first met in the halls of Castelobruxo. However, it took them many years of being schooled together and graduating to realize that they were meant to be more than friends. Traveling through similar pureblood social cliques had brought them to spend much more time together and thus led to dating and into marriage soon after. Luckily they both came from prestigious families, had similar views on how one should live, and spent several years getting to know one another before actually deciding to tie the knot. They created business ventures with one another. Originally it was supposed to be a family business. However, the natural obsession with their work grew too strong. After bringing three children into the world: Arabelle Veronica Catia, Gregorio Andrade Botín and Raul Otávio Vinicius. Both Maximiano and Emília failed to be present in their children's lives due to their abundant work schedules, so the Mirales Correa children were mainly raised by two employed house-elves, who were graciously nicknamed Fedorento and Pança by the children. The Mirales Correa parents had survived well enough by just throwing money at their children and hoping for the best. It worked well enough, if not spoiling the children a tad bit too much.

Gregorio and Raul were always as close as could be. Some would assume they were twins because they were attached at the hip. However, the brother's relationship with their eldest sister, Arabelle, was what you could call toxic. With Arabelle in her final year at Castelobruxo, her snobbish and shit don't stink attitude has come out in full force against her brothers. She would always stoop low in an attempt to bully her younger brothers, yet she was always met with an equal and opposite force of hatred back at her from Gregorio. Gregorio had always felt the need to protect his youngest brother from her terrible campaigns on their psyche and egos. He always felt the need to be his brother's protector and advocate. In contrast, Raul's and Arabelle's relationship had gone from cold to lukewarm, and Gregorio's hatred of his sister still runs deep in his veins.

A single Hoatzin had delivered Gregorio's invitation letter from Castelobruxo. It was preordained that he would go to their parent's alma mater. The first moment that he had performed magic unwittingly, Gregorio was mid-fight with Arabelle, getting so angry that they had nearly exploded in rage. A single 'I hate you!' escaped his mouth before his entire body turned a bright red color.

Gregorio was much more well-liked compared to his brother, Raul. Typically his time was spent reining in his brother's ranting at the lesser students at Castelobruxo. Boe still thought himself better; however, his sense of superiority came from his mastermind, like manipulating the other more inferior students into doing his bidding. Boe's academic ranking rivaled the best at Castelo with his natural intelligence. However, he had found a deep loathing for the school's extra-curricular activities. Even though he was physically fit, he found it tedious and bothersome at best. Just let the less intelligent students participate in menial labor.

Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes (Beater)
Is your character a duelist? No

Stats:
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 12 | Wisdom: 17 | ArcPower: 3 | Accuracy: 10
(+2 from broom racing and quidditch win; +2 from Stat Relevent to Wis)

Advanced Casting

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Spite is a strong force of nature. Without it, many of the greatest heroes of the wizarding world would be nothing. Boe's spite against all the people who have wronged has grown, thus pushing him towards building his casting from its already high level through the ceiling and into the stars. Boe Mirales Correa, at a very young age, realized that his ability to hold a grudge had led him to create fantastic things for himself. In order to combat his sister Arabelle's constant attacks against Raul and himself, Gregorio studied tirelessly. The thought was that if he could out cast his sister, he would be able to defend his little brother. Boe spent many late nights practicing his offensive attack spells with only the image of himself gallantly defeating the hag that was his sister. His duty was never to let Arabelle win since their parents were non-existent in their life. Not once had any of them been punished or grounded for their hostile actions against the other, so there was no fear of repercussion for his constant planning and studying for vengeance. Each day, for days on end, the boy dug through tomes and studies involving the theory of magic to create a consistent casting style. With his pedigree, Boe could never let himself be like his brother, which involved him wildly flailing his wand around in a vain hope of producing even the most minor enchantments. As a Mirales Correa, there was a standard that he felt he had to live up to. Even with Arabelle being a terror, Gregorio felt the need to match and exceed her energy. If she were a terror, Boe would be the devil. His plan was, in actuality, relatively simple in theory. After ages of practicing his casting, his goal was entirely within reach of his claws. The boy perfectly swished and flicked his wand with practiced movements with a bucket of mud he had previously prepared at his side. Not once had he considered the repercussions of his actions, but as the tin of wet soil began to float away from him and towards his sibling, he couldn't help but let a giddy and devilish smile rake across his features. At a snail's pace, the container drifted up and over to where Arabelle lounged. With a soft and slight twist of his wrist, the bucket slowly rotated, and the pungent-smelling dirt slurped off the metallic edge and directly on top of his sister. Even now, the screams of anguish and rage that escaped his sister are perfectly cemented into his mind. How delightful.
(WC: 433)

Lovely Creature

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Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder; however, Boe Mirales Correa beholds many eyes. The boy held very elven features. He has a sharp, stoic face with solid lines that define his jawline. High and prominent cheekbones form on a very slender and oval-shaped head. Deep brown cold eyes, bordering on black, sit perfectly underneath manicured eyebrows. The cherry on top, Boe's voice has grown into a soft rumble that resonates in the chests of onlookers and listeners like a rockslide in the distance. The gift of genetics is something extraordinary, considering how it indeed decides who is beautiful and who is... visually inept. To add to the genetic lottery he had won, the boy knew what he liked and the best ways to let people know he was handsome. Boe wanted to regard himself in the way most people view the Mona Lisa. He was a masterpiece, and thus he should be treated as such. His hair is always perfectly messy and windswept. It was an enigma how Gregorio managed to keep himself looking faultlessly unkempt while also purposefully creating that visage.

Many adults claimed he would become a 'little heartbreaker' while growing up, and they could have never predicted how correct they were. With his natural charm, perfect eloquence, and a mean streak, the boy could quickly string people along and keep them on the line. However, Boe's undeniable glee from convincing people to do his dirty work for him was like the sweetest nectar, and he was an absolute addict. The boy's natural ability to form the personality that his victim most wanted was uncanny. The Morales Correa was best described as a chameleon, which only helped Boe ensure those who would fall for his guile tricks. So saying that the majority of his pleasing face and style was the reason for his beguiling nature would be untrue. Even though the boy won the genetic lottery and was incredibly enjoyable to lay eyes on, his ability to put on a mask that allowed a fake disposition increased his natural beauty.

The Mirales Correa family would never allow a slovenly appearance in their household. Their pedigree demanded everything to be immaculate. Therefore, grades, spellcasting, and even appearance would be under strict observation. However, the boy's parents were enforcing the ridiculous rules, but rather his sister Arabelle and Boe himself. If they could not keep honor to the family name, there would be no reason to carry it with pride.
(WC: 413)

Obnoxiously Strong

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Surprisingly, such a posh child from a sizeable pureblood family would rely on his physical strength. However, Boe was always strong, even from a very young age. Every moment he wasn't reading and studying, he was outside, playing with his siblings, or exploring the city of Sao Paulo. As a result of having such an active childhood, the boy's body naturally grew strong and dependable. Almost every day, Boe and his younger brother, Raul, participated in several contests of strength, as boys are known to do. However, wrestling was the one and only thing they did consistently. Not only did Boe have the advantage of being the eldest brother, but having such strength at his disposal, it basically wasn't fair in any instance of the word.

As Boe grew older, he began his strict workout schedule because he had followed Raul into joining the Quidditch team. Boe had zero interest in the actual sport because it seemed rather barbaric, but Raul had insisted that they join. There was always tricky for Boe to say no to his brother because Boe had felt a primal need to protect Raul from others and, more importantly, Raul from himself. Being conditioned to swing around an iron bat at an iron ball, his strength grew beyond his base natural ability. Raul always ended up shit-talking, and even though Boe's kid brother was perfectly able to defend himself, the beater always had to retaliate at any danger pointed at Raul. Boe was always strong enough to face the problem regardless of the threat. Luckily enough, his body was just as well developed as his mind. If that weren't the case, there would be issues that Boe could not resolve with his mind alone, and Raul could be in serious trouble otherwise.

Finally, the extra-curricular activities that Castelobruxo required of students' participation only furthered the boy's already large reservoir of muscle—so many hours farming with not very kind words to express his displeasure in the manual labor. Why in the world would they make a pureblood such as himself participate in activities only the plebians would be forced to do? His skinny boy strength was always surprising for somebody who didn't know the true power he held behind his rather lithe frame. Not that Gregorio would ever resolve into fist fighting, he finds it that he would be hard-pressed to pull punches and therefore lose his battle.
(Wc: 401)

Statistically relevant

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All things considered, Gregorio was a very studious child. However, without his constant need to one-up his sister, Arabelle, he would not be nearly as mentally strong as he would be without her constant hostile presence. Boe spent many days flipping through dusty tombs on proper casting spell usage and advanced casting techniques in order to increase his already sizeable magical acumen. The Mirales Correa house held a deep library that his somewhat absent parents constantly updated. The boy would enter that library every day over summer break and pick out the next book that caught his intrigue.

The Mirales Correa family library was rarely used by anybody besides Boe. So it was honestly disheartening to see the beautiful library filled to the brim with texts only for them to be covered in a filthy film of dust and disuse. There was no reason this room filled with knowledge passed down through the ages would be left to grow old and degrade in time. Somebody had to read these books, and it looked like only Gregorio was there to fulfill the mission that he had placed before himself.

The boy would enter that library every chance he could, pull a book off the shelf, and blow the dust off the thick leather cover. Inside the family library sat an oversized plush leather chair and a small side table directly to the right. It had become a habit to enter, pull the book, blow dust, and then firmly plant himself into the armchair. Then, once he was adequately set up, he could just lean back into the cool material of the seat and properly start to read. Boe internally absorbed every word he could remember from those books. Of course, what child would ever need to read the likes of 'A Guide to Medieval Sorcery,' 'A study into the Possibility of Reversing the Actual and Metaphysical effect of Natural Death, with Particular Regard to the Reintegration of Essence and Matter,' or 'Sonnets of a Sorcerer' but it didn't mean that Gregorio didn't try. However, Boe was wholly lost the majority of 'A Study into the Possibility of Reversing the Actual and Metaphysical Effects of Natural Death, with Particular Regard to the Reintegration of Essence and Matter.'

His exploration into academia with these books that flew way over his head on their content only allowed him to grow further when he decided to do further research on subjects that mainly entertained him.
(WC: 410)

MONET ÈLISA NAVARRO-GALLAY
ⳮⷤ ── ⳮⷤ ── ⳮⷤ
School: Castelobruxo
Year: Second
Status: Muggleborn

Appearance

Monet stands at 152 cm (about 5 feet), agile and strong. She takes pride in her physique. Not her appearance, per se, but her strength and athletic prowess. Her long brown hair is often pulled up into a ponytail or a dutch braid to keep it out of her face (she keeps telling herself that she’ll give in and cut it someday).

When not in uniform, Monet happily sports an almost 90s-grunge aesthetic. Flannels, plaid, ripped jeans and her beat-up pair of black sneakers.

Personality

Monet Èlisa Navarro-Gallay refuses to be belittled. By a teacher, by a student calling her some stupid name becuase of her heritage, it doesn’t matter. Fueled by a deep yearning to belong, Monet is not afraid to stand her ground in who she is and why she deserves something. While she doesn’t think she’s better than anyone, certainly she is just as good as anyone else, and will happily correct anyone who says otherwise.

History

Natania Gallay and Luis Navarro are the smartest people Monet has ever known. Natania, her mother, is a satellite program director with the CNES (Centre National d'Études Spatiales / National Center for Space Studies), and Luis, her father, an orthodontist with too many hobbies to count. The two met, married and started their family in Barcelona, a proudly French(Natania)-Catalan(Luis) family.

Monet is the youngest (and only girl) of 4 siblings. Her closest relationship is with 20-year old Carlos, the oldest of the group. Mateo and Dante, the 16-year old twin boys in the middle of the line-up, were extremely close with each other and never really took the chance to get to know their sister.

The words most often used to describe Monet are.. Not the most flattering. “Difficult”, “argumentative”, “unagreeable”. But she wasn’t always like this, Monet used to be an outgoing and courageous girl who enjoyed playing sports in the mud. And Monet was perfectly happy to be exactly that. Until the Navarro-Gallay family moved 3 years ago.

It was meant to be an exciting event. Monet’s mother had gotten a promotion within the CNES, now being asked to oversee launches at Guiana Space Center in French Guiana, South America. What the rest of the family saw as a new adventure, Monet saw as doomsday. A move all the way to the other side of the world, almost as far away as you could go without coming back. She would have to find a new drum teacher who would let her let loose when she needed to, she’d need to make entirely new friends in French, which she now wished she had worked harder at.

As soon as the move was announced, Monet’s demeanor shifted. If she couldn’t control where she lived, if she couldn’t control her circumstances, she would control herself and her image. And if she was able to start all over in a new country, start all over she would.

Grades began to slip. Monet was smart, and always came third or fourth in her classes before, but she started skipping class. There’d be many nights where Monet snuck out of her house, or locked herself in her room in protest. She did find a new drum teacher, but this one was so focused on theory when all Monet wanted was to let go.

Monet had some... odd experiences when she was younger. Namely in sports. The first, and most bizarre, occurrence of these oddities (which she now knows was the first time she performed magic) was during her first ever football game. It was nothing grand, just a little-league of sorts filled with 5 year old Monet and others her age. While the sport may have been just a chance to be outside or something their parents dragged them to for the other kids, it was so much more for Monet. This was her whole life. And here she was, her first game. She was the goalie. The other team was actually pretty good. Monet's team was not. It was 45 minutes of Monet getting absolutely clobbered by the other team. When she dived right, they kicked left. When she thought someone from her team had finally taken the ball, someone kicked it into the goal. At the end of the game, Monet's team hadn't scored a single point. Monet was angry . She looked at the soccer ball as her anger filled her mind. What she hadn't realized was that the angrier she got, the bigger the ball was becoming. It slowly grew and grew, until BAM. The ball had exploded right in the middle of the field. "Was that me? No, no way. Weird coincidence, that's all," she thought.

When the Castelobruxo faculty member came to the Navarro household, all seemed calm for a while. It took a lot of explanation and proof, but finally Natania and Luis relented and began to think that magic truly did exist. As the staff explained the school’s curriculum to them, the gears began to turn. They had been thinking of sending Monet to a boarding school anyways, and this seemed like a wonderful opportunity for their daughter. But when Mateo and Dante found out the next day, all hell broke loose. Wild shouting matches began between Monet and the boys, screaming how it was “unfair” to let Monet go. The three siblings screamed their throats raw, but in the end, the decision was made. Monet was going to Castelobruxo come September.

Monet thought she would hate this “magic-school”, but in actuality, she came to love her first year. The freedom she had there compared to at home was so liberating. She was still a bit abrasive to most, she certainly was not a “rule-follower” (some of the rules just seemed dumb), and she detested the required labor on the grounds. At least the extra-curriculars weren’t so terrible, as quidditch was the most glorious thing Monet had ever experienced.

Is your character a Broom Racer? NO
Is your character a Quidditch Player? YES (Beater preference)
Is your character a Duelist? NO

Stats
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 10 | Wisdom: 4 | ArcPower: 3 | Accuracy: 9

Abilities

Broken Broomshaft

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Monet has always been athletic and rowdy, often playing too rough with those she grew up with. Too bad, she'd think. Suck it up, you'll be fine eventually. Football, tag, wrestling, it didn't mater. All of them usually ended up with one of her friends running to their parent in tears and Monet celebrating a victory (before being scolded by her parents)

Monet also has never understood that brooms in the wizarding world are expensive. No matter how many times it had been explained to her, it just never got into her head that these were basically machines, not what you use to clean your floors. And so, Monet wasn't ever careful when she flew. She tugged, she dragged, she dropped every broom she used. It surely would be easy to replace, no? Couldn't another wizard just... Make another one?

And so Monet's disregard for people's pain tolerance and their brooms turned her into a beast of a quidditch beater.

From the moment Monet learned what quidditch was, she knew she wanted to be a beater. Beaters, the menaces of the sky. Gliding through the edges of the pitch, their eyes scanning for the right opportunity to come. They were the heavy-hitters, the ones to be sure you were watching for. The ones to fear. The bat, the thrill of whacking a bludger towards an opponent at full-force, it was just too fun. The day she made the quidditch team was the best day of her whole first year.

As time went on, and Monet became better acquainted with the sport, she found herself hitting even harder. Flying more recklessly towards opponents. Aiming for not just the person, but the broom, the achilles heel of the sport. She found herself playing with such abandon that sometimes she would end up with more bruises than her targets at the end of the game. But it didn't matter if they won, did it?

The first time she split someone's broom was glorious. It was a perfect hit, a killing blow to the opposing chaser. As they were tipped over by the impact, he crack! of the bludger to the wood of the broom could be heard throughout the pitch. She didn't understand why the guy was so mad at her after the fact, talking about how long it would take him to fix his broom. Surely he could just buy a new one, right?

WC: 411

Lovely Creature

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"Congratulations, you have a healthy baby girl!"

Natania Gallay-Navarro's heart leapt at those seven words. After a long and strenuous 8 hours of active labor, those were exactly the words she wanted to hear. Of course her first joy that the baby was healthy, but her immediate second thought was that her wish had finally come true. A girl, a baby girl. Natania knew she and her husband weren't having any more children after this, and though she would love them no matter what, she was hoping and praying for a beautiful baby girl. At last, an excuse to go shopping for precious little outfits that would make her baby shine. As she held her only daughter for the first time, she thought that this baby was the most beautiful of her children (though she'd never admit it to the others), and she decided to switch the girl's first and middle names. Her name would be Monet, a work of art named after the artist.

Well, even though it did result in some adorable baby photos, Monet didn't need anything special to draw people's eye to her. She simply was a captivating person, a radiant human, a lovely creature.

There's a subtle beauty to Monet, an effortless allure that she's always had. Her gaze rested soft, her eyes capturing rays of light ad capturing the flecks and depths of color within them. Her hair, always lush and healthy, framed her face in just the right place no matter how she wore it. Her voice is confident, self-assured, as if the foundations of her thoughts give strength to the sound of her words.

The nature of Monet's interests as a child meant that she had a lot of male friends as she grew up. And while it was not the case with every friend, many of them would often bring her flowers at practice, or try to chat up her father to make a good impression. This was usually met by a confused but genuine thanks from Monet, and a quick changing of the subject at hand.

Monet's presence is beautifully delicate and fierce at the same time. Her outgoing and, recently, somewhat rebellious personality combined with her physique confuses and intrigues many. Wether through her looks, her personality, her voice, or simply the presence she brought with her, there was no denying it. Monet Gallay-Navarro was simply a lovely creature.

WC: 405

Pending We need your character's first instance of magic.

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Name: Maximo Duque-Hernández
Current Age: 11
Blood-Status: Wizard born
Nationality: Colombian
Hometown: Cartagena, Colombia
Birthdate: June 20th, 2011
School: Castelobruxo
Year: First year

Appearance:
FC: Rhenzy Feliz
Maximo has a pair of dark brown eyes and deep tan skin. His black fluffy hair is often a flat top style. He is currently about 159 cm tall and has an athletic build that shows how healthy his lifestyle is. He likes sporty clothes that are practical and comfortable to wear around.

Personality:

Maximo is a fun-loving, easy-going, and energetic 11 years-old Colombian boy. He is very sociable and charismatic in his own way. Often displays a cheerful and friendly attitude towards strangers. Maximo has a great passion for music since he was little, so when he is in a good mood, he will sometimes sing Spanish songs, do a little dance or play his tiple. However, when Maximo is under pressure, he will try to hide his fear or insecurities under his cheerful demeanor, not wanting to worry the people he cares around him, especially his family. He also has a habit of making jokes whenever he is in awkward situations as a sort of tension breaker, or use it as a way to cheer up those who are in a sad mood. At home, Maximo likes to play silly pranks on his younger siblings and sometimes on his father, just to tease them out of fun. While mischievous, his antics are harmless and are simply playful in nature.

History:

Maximo Duque-Hernández, short for Max or Maxi, was born and raised in Cartagena, a lively town in Colombia. He is the eldest child of the Hernández family, born to a squib father, Alejandro Duque and half-blood mother, Salomé Hernández. His father, Alejandro, weren't on good terms with his pure-blood family due to being born a squib, which made him the "Black Sheep" of his family. But despite being born with no magic, his father is a very optimistic man and still proud of who he is. After Alejandro married the kind-hearted Salomé, he decided to cut ties with his family and lived with his wife's family. And the couple agreed that their children would take both of their surnames. Alejandro currently works as a chef at a local restaurant in their hometown, making delicious Colombian dishes and desserts. Most people could guess who is the one in charge of cooking meals at home. While, Salomé is a respected community healer, who dedicated to her career, always helps the magical townsfolk with their health problems and injuries. Maximo himself is the big brother to his three younger annoying siblings, Luciana (8), Bruno (6) and Antonella (4). All children in the Hernández family are homeschooled by their grandpa, a retired pure-blood Magizoologist. And their grandma is just a Muggle old lady who loves sewing and embroidery. She would often make traditional Colombian desserts for her grandchildren.

Living in a big, chaotic and lively family, Maximo’s childhood was never boring. There were bad times when they would argue about all kinds of trivial things or creating messes, but there were also good times when they help and support each other. For them, family would always be their top priority. His parents were never the strict type and preferred to let their kids have the freedom to express themselves and do what they are good at, but that didn’t mean they would spoil the kids. They would scold them when they did something wrong.

Colombia is very well-known to be a country with plenty of festivals and musical traditions. And maybe due to the influence of the culture, Maximo showed great interest and passion in music since he was little and happened to be talented in playing Colombian instruments. His parents were very happy about his talent in music that they gifted him a Colombian tiple on his sixth birthday, so he could play it anytime, and anywhere he wanted. During his free time, Maximo would go outside and do music performance on the street. It was not only as a form of self-expression, but also to lighten up the townsfolk’ mood.

First instance of magic:

When Maximo’s youngest sister, Antonella, was born. For some unknown reason, she kept crying non-stop. His parents and grandparents tried everything to comfort the newborn baby girl, but nothing worked so far, and at that point they didn’t know what to do. The curious 7 years old Maximo couldn’t sleep because of the cries of his youngest sibling. Slightly worried, he entered the nursery room to check on Antonella. He then thought of an idea, and believed that singing a happy song might help the baby to cheer up and so, the little Maximo began to sing beside Antonella’s crib. While singing, the tiple that was lying on the floor not far from the room suddenly came to life. The instrument seemed to respond to Maximo’s up-beat emotion and began to float towards them, then started to play the music itself. His parents heard the music was coming from the nursery room. They quickly rushed in and were surprised by what they saw. Their son singing, a floating tiple playing music, and their baby laughing joyfully at the performance.

Four years later, the 11 years old Maximo received his acceptance letter from Castelobruxo. His family were overjoyed that they held a huge celebration party for Maximo and invited almost all the wizarding friends to come congratulate him.

Is your character a Broom Racer? No.

Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes (Chaser preference).

Is your character a Duellist? No.

Stats: stamina 7 | evasion 8 | strength 6 | wisdom 3 | arc power 3 | accuracy 8

Pending - 5 September

You've noted that Maximo took his mother's surname, Hernández. However, Spanish, and by extension, Colombian, naming customs mean that everyone has two surnames, such that their name is [Give Name(s)] [Paternal Surname] [Maternal Surname]. As of 2021, parents can choose to reverse this order, but given that Maximo is born prior to this date, his name would be Maximo [Paternal Surname] Hernández. His father would still also have his "maiden name" so to speak. That said, Maximo can primarily by his mother's surname when shortening his name to a single surname, you would just need to note this.

Approved - Magdalena

Approved No coding was provided so I simply added this ability after the first ability in the Trunk. -- Lear

[quote][b]Is your character a Broom Racer? [/b]NO
[b]Is your character a Quidditch Player?[/b] YES (Seeker)
[b]Is your character a Duelist?[/b] NO
[b]Stats: [/b]Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 15 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 10 | ArcPower: 5 | Accuracy: 10
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Impartial
[reducio]When you know that you are the best looking thing in the world, there is really very little that others can do to sway you with their appearance. Such is the life of one Raul Otávio Vinicius Mirales Correa. A great appreciator of beauty, especially when it takes the form of gorgeous women, although he is not entirely ashamed to admit that he has admired the aesthetic form of more than a few men, Raul knows that they all pale in comparison to his own greatness. As such, he is not swayed by the beauty of others, for much like Narcissus becoming entranced with his own reflection, Raul became enamoured with his own self-image long ago. Truthfully, and without any form of self-doubt nor embarrassment, he believes that he is the most glorious creation under the heavens, and therefore thinks himself out of the league of just about anyone, regardless of how beautiful they may be. Delusion, it seems, is a grand defence against the bewitching and entirely unnatural allure of many of the denizens of the wizarding world. 

That is not to mention his own cruelty and lack of concern for others, the destruction of a beautiful visage is an entirely justifiable price to pay if it provides one with the ability to further their own ends. Raul is not only entirely comfortable with harming those who he finds aesthetically pleasing, he takes an odd sense of satisfaction in it. Not so much in the destruction of beauty, but only in that it serves to further his own confirmation bias as to his own greatness. In many ways, he is cruel, but more importantly than that, he is callous to the needs of others. As far as he is concerned, the world starts and stops with his own whims, his own needs and desires. The possibility of seduction that would see those needs and desires temporarily satiated holds no bearing, especially when he is more than capable of providing himself with all that he could ever want. Mutually beneficial trades are of little interest to Raul, others exist to serve him, and accordingly, he feels not an ounce of respect or deference to others regardless of their appearance. Raul understands the effort that is required to make one gorgeous, after all he spends a significant portion of his own time on his own grooming, and it is because of this expended effort that he is more than confident that his own efforts leave even those with the blood of sirens and veelas wanting. [424 Words][/reducio]
Evasive Maneuvers
[reducio]When one walks a path that is constantly lined with insults and accusations, hatred and self-aggrandisement, it becomes second nature to know how to dodge and avoid the imminent blows that come. A lifetime of barbed insults prepared Raul well for a schooling environment, insofar as the education system is a social Darwinian hellscape. Yet, even before he attended the most prestigious educational institution for magic in the world, in his own not-so-humble opinion, Raul was commonly causing scenes at functions and events. Constant insults were met with physical, and later magical, retaliation, and it became necessary for the young pureblood to learn to avoid the blows of his more magically and physically apt opponents. A slight boy with no true gift for spellcasting, if he was to maintain his reputation for needless attacks and foul-mouthed insults, he would need to ensure that he could protect himself in the only way he knew how. By getting the hell out of the way.

Of course, once he entered school, there were more than a few students who not only didn’t care for his behaviour, but were more than capable of making their displeasure known. Natural instincts for avoiding trouble at the last possible moment would only become stronger, more honed, as Raul continued to bite off more than he could chew, starting altercations and fleeing before he could suffer any real, physical consequences. In due course, he would become as slippery as he was arrogant, learning to read the telegraphed spells and blows from adversaries before they were launched, his footwork increasing as he became extremely aware of how to dodge out of the way of their attacks. 

Raul would start trouble, as was his way, but he would be damned if he were going to face the consequences of his actions. Sure, there were times where he caught a well-deserved hex, but they only served to embolden the boy. How dare they touch his most glorious visage with their filthy mudblood magic? It was the gravest of insults, and one that he would not allow to come to pass again. So, without realising it, without consciously choosing to do so, Raul would come to focus more and more on the behaviour of his peers, learning to read when they were upset, not only to ensure that his own jibes were landing, but to avoid the consequences should the unfortunate soul choose to pay him back for them. [407 Words][/reducio]
Evasive Manoeuvres II
[reducio]Quidditch was an interesting sport, one that placed a great deal of import on the role of a singular player. The seeker with their ability to end the game with one move, to earn fifteen times the worth of a goal with a simple wrist movement, undoubtedly was the most important role on the pitch. Naturally, the role was an obvious fit for Raul when it came time to join an extracurricular. After all, a position that predisposes itself to glory hounds was an entirely natural fit for the narcissist. With the goal of achieving personal glory and greatness upon a broom, he would take to the skies, and if it so happened that he could assist his school in proving their dominance over the other lesser educational institutes, then that would be an added bonus.

Of course, the very nature of the seeker that drew Raul to the role also meant that it was one that was rife with danger. When there are positions on the opposite team who are more often than not tasked with specifically ensuring that you are unable to stay conscious for long enough to see out the match, learning to avoid bludgers becomes an omnipresent part of participation. In order to catch the snitch, one has to ensure that they are conscious enough to do it, and that means dodging. Or, to put it another way, undertaking evasive manoeuvres. 

Raul was already rather quick on his feet when he took the role of seeker at the start of the 2022 school year, but it took a fair bit more time to transplant those instincts from avoiding conflict on the ground to avoiding metal balls hurtling toward him in the sky. Still, whereas he’d come to rely on watching others to see if they would strike, his focus on the snitch would soon force him to use other senses. Sound, in particular, would become his friend, and the telltale sound of wind breaking around an oncoming bludger would sound like a siren, warning the seeker to avoid the incoming concussion given physical form. 

The constant use of these instincts would only see them further develop, not only with respect to the sporting arena, but also outside of it. As two of his great loves, insulting people and getting away without consequence, and being able to claim victory in spite of the actions of an entire team, would come together to propel his evasive instincts ever onward. Of course, his true, greatest love, would remain himself, and ensuring that his most gorgeous visage avoided the unsightliness of a broken nose was certainly no small factor in ensuring he could manage a solid dodge. [447 Words][/reducio][/quote]

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