Tenūsa NPC
This is a thread that is used to submit applications and updates for iNPCs in Tenūsa.
Restrictions to Creating an iNPC: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 (Hadrian Hsia).
- Tenūsa accepts all students from Oceania and Maritime South-East Asia.
- The term clan in the Tenusa lore refers to the group of students you get educated with before being placed in a one-on-one mentorship with your dukun. There are no clans once you officially become a first year.
- Tenūsa students must reside in one of the following countries:
• Australasia
• Brunei
• Cambodia
• East Timor
• Indonesia
• Laos
• Malaysia
• Melanesia
• Micronesia
• Myanmar
• the Philippines
• Polynesia
• Singapore
• Thailand
• Vietnam
Eligibility requirements:
• You must have had your previous student and iNPC graduate.
• Your second student character must be Indexed.
• You must wait 3 months after your second character has been registered.
Proof requirement:
• You must provide a link to your approved second student character application from this thread. This will serve as a proof of having an approved second student character.
Note: The reduced wait time for a second iNPC character only applies to your first approved second student character. If you deactivate your second student character before they graduate, you will be required to wait 6 months for an iNPC associated with the new student character.
Registration for iNPCs:
Name: Nothing from the sacred 28. No plagiarizing names from other fandoms.
PC Name:
Year: Must be the same year or younger than your PC.
Link to your Character Page: The link to your iNPCs ency. If you haven't created one yet, please do so before registering.
Your iNPC ency follows the same rules as your PC ency.
Status: Muggleborn, Halfblood, Wizardborn, Pureblood
Residence: This should be the place your character currently lives.
Nationality: This should be the nation which your character belongs to.
History: We are looking for at least 200 words describing their history. This is their life, their family. Their upbringing. This is separate from their personality and their appearance. This is not their ambitions or aspirations, this is the story of their life and the story of their life being reduced to a mere few hundred words should not be able to give their life justice. We want a well-thought out character. Please remember, they do not have awesome special powers that nobody else has. Also, please remember that your background needs to make sense, we will not accept purebloods that were raised as muggles without a very good reason and a detailed explanation on how this happened and why this happened. Idle interest, the vague statement of normalcy or protection will not cut it.
First Magic: We do need a few sentences on their first magic as well. Remember, this will be your first instance of underaged, unintentional, wandless magic before you start school.
Is your character a Quidditch player/Broom racer/Duelist? This applies if you are any of the schools. Players with an already created NPC from can state that their iNPC is a quidditch player/Broom racer/Duelist. Your sport choice (broom racing, quidditch, dueling) for your NPC can be the same as your PC. This is a binary YES/NO. Please remember that you can only be in one sport as an iNPC.
Stats: They should add up to what you can have for your year if you were human or having Special Race/Talent. So if you create a Special Race/Talent iNPC, you should have 5 less stats in total than if you were human. Stat points from sports wins are NOT shared across accounts unless they were earned before 1 July 2025.
Special Race/Ability: To be accepted for a special ability such as Parselmouth or Seer or a special race (such as a Dhampir or part Goblin) you would need to apply for this on initial character creation.You need 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. Wins from games (quidditch, broom racing, dueling) by your player character or NPC are also applied to your other account. [u]Special Race/Ability:[/u] To be accepted for a special ability such as Parselmouth or Seer or a special race (such as a Dhampir or part Goblin) you would need to apply for this on [i]initial character creation[/i].You need [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.
Note: You do not need to apply for aesthetic changes of your character post, you can update that at your leisure.Application for iNPC Updates:
For Stat updates and ability applications, please apply in the ability applications thread and Stat Update thread respectfully.
This is the "Game Master" account. Please do not owl this account, unless specified. This account is not moderated actively and therefore, you may not receive a response.
Contact a Head of House or the Headmaster if you need anything.
Tenūsa NPC
Hi ! Here's my application for an iNPC ! thanks !
-RowanName: Maleïssa Nortundra
School: Tenūsa
Year: First
Status: Muggleborn
Appearance:
Maleïssa have medium long brown hairs that make up the size of his shoulders and profound cute brown eyes. She have caramel color skin and cute pink cheeks that make smile.
Personality: She is really intelligent and smart but thinks she's not. She don't have so many friends but she counts on her books for imagine a life and have imaginary friends. She is also a great singer and live to put her imagination into his songs, since she have three years old that she's singing. It's important to her to put her personality into her songs, so imaginatives and original. She loves to write to.
History: Maleïssa Nortundra is born on a hot day of June, the 14th exactly. At the time, she was unaware that she was a witch and lived with both her parents, Adan and Monicaï Nortundra, the only child in the family. She felt so lonely about not having siblings and tried to get friends but to no avail, she was too weird for it. Every day, until she was eight years old, she played with her imaginary friend in the playground of her Muggle school where she was educated, and also at all times at home when her parents were cooking dinner or something. She was born in Oceania, in Lami, Fiji. It's a very tropical city where it made its debut in terms of magic. Of course, since she was born a Muggle, she didn't know about it, but one day, she spurted water out of nowhere and it was her first act of magic. Then, the summer before she entered Tenūsa, a teacher from the school came to tell her that she was a witch. His children needed his help at home since they were poor but they let her go to the school, proud of her and of her futures accomplishments.
Is your character a Broom Racer? This applies if you are any of the four schools. Players with an already created NPC from can state that their iNPC is a broom racer. Your sport choice (broom racing, quidditch, dueling) for your NPC can be the same as your PC. This is a binary YES !
Stats:
Stamina - 6
Evasion - 6
Strength - 4
Wisdom - 9
Arcane power - 6
Accuracy - 4
Abilities: To be accepted they must be written out fully and approved. This is a full application. She have none already and i dont think there will be some in future.
Pending
- Can you please expand your personality somewhat, a few more sentences so that we can have a full paragraph?
- Sports: You haven't said yes or no to each of the sports. Please do so.
Magdalena, 10 March 2024
Approved Mags 10 March 24
Last edited by Rowan Bellegno on 10 Mar 2024, 00:01, edited 2 times in total.
Tenūsa NPC
Credits to Ernest Baird
Name: Mila Supardi
School: Tenūsa
Year: First Year
Status: Muggle-born
Appearance: Mila is an averagely tall Southeast Asian girl with slightly wavy dark hair, soft-like facial features, and chestnut brown eyes. Her distinctive mark happens to be her tiny cheek dimples, which are visible when she smiles. As for clothings, most of them match the aesthetic that she likes—indie. But aside from that, she always tries to wear cute, or colourful outfits and tend to overdresses when it comes to grand occasions.
Personality: Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll. She is quite friendly towards others and often helps people when she can. On the negative side, she tends to be a people-pleaser, having difficulty saying no to others, yet she’s surprisingly rebellious when people try to control her, but she’s pretty subtle about it.
History:ReducioIs your character a broom racer? NoMila Lestari Supardi was born on January 29th, 2012, in the eastern part of Borneo, Indonesia, into an upper middle-class muggle family. Growing up there, she was raised in a conservative Roman Catholic upbringing and attended an all-girl Catholic school in Balikpapan, where she aced all her classes, participated in religious activities, and became an honourable member of the school’s organisation. Among her peers, she was everything their parents wanted them to be—friendly, kind, obedient, and smart.
Despite projecting the persona of the favoured child, evoking envy amongst her siblings, she secretly had an interest in spiritual practices her parents deemed unacceptable due to their Catholic beliefs. It was her aunt who introduced her to all of these, and she found herself having a deep interest in astrology and tarot reading, making multiple charts, and trying to interpret the cards her aunt bought her every chance she got.
One day, something strange happened to her when she was ten: the tarot cards, given by his aunt during her eighth birthday, managed to move from her cabinet to her bed without her slightest touch, which confused Mila and led a junior dukun to make a formal visit to her house. The dukun had to explain to the sceptical parents about the wizarding world and prove to them that Tenūsa was, in fact, a real place.
Mila’s parents felt reluctant about this and were disappointed that her daughter must go down a different path of faith, but in the end, they agreed to let her attend Tenusa at the age of eleven. Meanwhile, Mila’s relationship with her elder siblings got even rougher when they found out that she was accepted into a magical school. Could she find a way to amend their relationship after she went to her new school? Would she survive in a school far away from her home and adjust to the new world she was introduced to? Find out in Disney Channel! UwU
Is your character a quidditch player? Yes
Is your character a duelist? No
Stats: Stamina 7 | Evasion 10 | Strength 3 | Arc Power 2 | Accuracy 10 | Wisdom 3
Ability:WC - 498The Muggle ConditionReducioBeing a muggle-born, it was obvious that Mila possessed a distinct advantage and disadvantage over some of her wizarding peers due to being intimately familiar with the muggle world. She grew up in a non-magical environment for all her childhood years, and developed a deep understanding of muggle customs, technologies, and societal norms that can often elude even the most well-educated purebloods. It was a matter of fact that she must put her muggle knowledge to use and thrive in the new world she was forced to adapt to. Mila was quite grateful that she was accepted into Tenūsa. It was something like a fantasy she've dreamed of, learning the mysterious wonder of magic as well as delving more into divination, but she can’t quite grasp the fact that she’ll be here for seven years without her constant companion in her daily life, an iPhone 14 that was bought by her parents as a reward for getting Silver in Science Olympiad.
It wasn’t just the absence of her comfort that gave her pause; the stark contrast between the bustling, technology-driven world she knew and the ancient tropical environment of Tenusa made her realise that she must adapt to the way of life in the wizarding world. She has to get used to killing mosquitoes that are swarming around the area (let’s be real, Tenusa definitely has a lot of them due to their location), lighting up candles instead of turning on a light switch (she could use a flashlight that she kept while staying in Tenūsa but alas, the battery she used won’t last for a couple of months in the school), finding another way to entertain herself without technology, and using parchment scrolls or owls in the school instead of texting. About finding entertainment, sure, she may spend her time there writing down her observations of her friends based on their birth dates, reading some tarot cards she could borrow from the school, or getting into palmistry, but sometimes it does take a lot of her spiritual energy, which she really didn’t want to waste for her remaining school years in the Oceania wizarding school.
Don’t get her wrong, there are many good things about the school, like the fact that she has much freedom to do anything (other than breaking rules and getting called mudblood by her own housemates), discovering new hobbies such as tropical alchemy, calligraphy (not your typical muggle calligraphy, for your information), and playing Quidditch, for which she proudly became a representative chaser for her school—but Mila couldn’t help to leave the thing that has been part of her ever since she was born. Being a non-magical person biologically has already shaped her into who she is. So even at the end of the day, she’s always going to be a muggle-born, and that’s okay. She always tried her best to keep control of using magic, and non-magic chores came easier to her than to those magical students who rely solely on magic.
Approved Magdalena 10 March 2024
Tenūsa NPC
Name: Ekachot Haru
School: Tenūsa
Year: 1st
Status: Pureblood
Appearance:ReducioFC: BamBam, Got7
ReducioHeight: 4 feet 11 inches
Weight: 41 kg
Age: 11 [/centre]
Ekachot is a charming Thai boy with slightly built-up muscles and is quite tall for his age. He has fair skin that is just slightly tanned, black hair and feline eyes. He has his left ear pierced.
Personality:ReducioEkachot is not someone who is good at interactions. He behaves rather coldly, something that runs in the Haru family. The boy is ambitious towards his goals. Rarely do you get to see him melting and acting sweet to you.
History:ReducioEkachot was born to a high-class, Thai pureblood family on 18 December 2012 and is expected to carry their great legacy forward. The Harus were a strictly pureblood family, that followed all the Thai pureblood traditions. Both his mother and father attended Tenūsa.His relationship with his father faces a lot of ups and downs but he shares a strong, inseparable bond with his mother. His father always forced him to do and learn things, he wasn't specifically fond of and kept restricting him from various activities especially book reading, which was not considered too macho by his father. His mother, even though she belonged to another high-class pureblood family, was not so pressuring and rather provided him with love that his father often failed to provide. However he could buy anything he wanted, and was quite spoilt in that sense, till it was considered masculine by his father.
One day when he was 8, during a family gathering of the Harus, his aunt decided to ill speak about him in front of the whole family, about how he had shown no signs of magic till then and how he might be a squib. Angered by her words, he had managed to pull all the glass objects from the Kitchen and directed them towards his aunt. His aunt, to her luck, was saved from his wrath when his dad had managed to stop the glasses before they reached there and he did so with a quite proud look on his face, being proud of his son.
Is your character a Broom Racer? Yes
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No
Is your character a Duelist? No
Stats:ReducioStamina: 7
Evasion: 6
Strength: 6
Wisdom: 6
ArcPower: 5
Accuracy: 5
Abilities: none yet
APPROVED - Marcus, March 27 (edited birthday)
Tenūsa NPC
Name: Danica Strix
School: Tenūsa
Year: First Year
Status: Pureblood
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Is your character a Broom Racer? Yes
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No
Is your character a Duelist? No
Stats: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 7
Abilities: None
'I was gratified to be able to answer promptly, and I did. I said I didn't know.'
School: Tenūsa
Year: First Year
Status: Pureblood
Appearance:
Reducio
Danica is a young girl of average height (around 144 cm) and build. She has black hair that tends to curl, brown eyes, and tan skin from hours spent out in the sun. She also wears a fake eyebrow piercing in her right eyebrow since she is not old enough yet for a real eyebrow piercing. As soon as she is, she is planning to get her right eyebrow pierced permanently. Here is a picture from Pexels.com that I took inspiration from:
Personality:
Reducio
Danica is a fun loving and adventurous girl, much to her parent's displeasure. She particularly loves spending time with muggle children her age surfing and skateboarding. The only hobby her parents actively encourage her to pursue is kickboxing, which they see as a way to learn self-defense that is not reliant on magic. Despite their many disagreements, Danica's family is extremely important to her, so she keeps their reputation and beliefs in mind when she makes any decision. She is adventurous, but tries to be smart and careful when attempting anything. This leads her to be very decisive, and strong-willed.
History:
Reducio
Danica Strix is from a pureblood family that moved from England to Australia in the late 1800’s. The way the family story goes is that the move was made by the recently widowed and formidable witch, Calla Strix. Her late husband, Mica, joined together with dark wizards to gain more power. However, the aurors discovered the group and they let Mica take the fall for all their misdeeds. Mica was killed while fleeing and the Strix named was permanently smeared. Calla, pregnant with her fourth child, left the country with her three children to move to Australia rather than live in her home country in shame.
The family settled into Australia quickly and made a good, prosperous life there. Calla made smart investments, mostly in muggle manufacturing, that weathered the economic crisis in the 1890s through the early 1900s. It is said that Calla even married a muggle man once her children were grown and furthering the Strix family wealth. Today, the family still enjoy a comfortable life thanks in large part to Calla’s resilience and wisdom.
One thing even Calla could not overcome was her grief that her children would not attend Hogwarts like she had, and her family before her. When her eldest child came of age, she convinced an esteemed wizard from England to come and tutor her children. Since that tutor, the family has hired a Hogwarts graduate to teach their children ever since.
Danica’s father, Elm, was the eldest child, so he inherited the Strix family estate when his parents left to travel the world, bypassing the United Kingdom. He had rarely traveled, even as a young man, preferring to stay close to home and work to further his family’s name. As such, Danica and her siblings, two older and one younger, also had not traveled often. While this does not seem to bother Danica’s siblings much, Danica has always longed to see more of the world than their city of Perth.
Her family often joked that Danica inherited her adventuring gene from her mother. Danica’s mother, born Veronica Codde, was also born into a pureblood family from England. When Veronica was in her early twenties, she decided to travel the world, eventually coming to Australia. There she met Elm, who she fell in love with and married.
When her oldest sibling, Quinn, was nine, and Danica was five, they performed their first act of accidental magic. Danica’s mother and father were thrilled and planned to host a great party in Quinn’s honor. The day of the party, though, a junior dukun visited the house to formally invite Quinn to attend Tenūsa. The family had declined the offer quickly, but invited the young man to attend the party that was about to begin. Danica, always looking for an adventure, questioned the young man all night about Tenūsa. By the night’s end, Danica knew she would not want to have a tutor like her family, and instead set off for lands unknown.
It would be years before Danica would first perform magic, but one day, when she was almost ten, Danica was out on the beach with some muggle friends. They were surfing, one of Danica’s favorite hobbies, and swimming far from the shore. Suddenly, Danica got swept under a wave and got disoriented. The young girl panicked as she could not figure out which way was up, and suddenly shot up through the water. She gasped and heaved a little, she had unfortunately swallowed some salt water in her panic.
Quickly finding her board, she swam to the beach and went to her bag. Her parents did not want her to surf because they thought it was too much of a risk, so they would not like the story of her first instance of magic at all. They also would not like that any of her muggle friends could have saw her, but none were around her at that point. She spoke to a few of them as she picked up her things and said her goodbyes. As she showered off the sand and changed, she briefly considered lying to her parents, but decided against it. They would not be too mad, she thought to herself.
She was wrong. They were furious, so furious, in fact, that they almost threatened to not host a party in her honor for performing magic. Danica winced as they sent her to her room, wondering how they would react when she told them that she wanted to attend Tenūsa instead of learning from Heath, her sibling’s current tutor. When the dukun came, Danica announced in front of her parents and siblings that she wanted to attend as she had not found a great time to broach the subject before that moment.
Her father argued with her, but her mother stepped in and suggested they let Danica attend the school. It was Danica’s education and should be her choice. Her father relented, but stated Danica could leave only after her tenth birthday. A few weeks later, Danica, her mother, and a dukun started their journey to Tenūsa.
The family settled into Australia quickly and made a good, prosperous life there. Calla made smart investments, mostly in muggle manufacturing, that weathered the economic crisis in the 1890s through the early 1900s. It is said that Calla even married a muggle man once her children were grown and furthering the Strix family wealth. Today, the family still enjoy a comfortable life thanks in large part to Calla’s resilience and wisdom.
One thing even Calla could not overcome was her grief that her children would not attend Hogwarts like she had, and her family before her. When her eldest child came of age, she convinced an esteemed wizard from England to come and tutor her children. Since that tutor, the family has hired a Hogwarts graduate to teach their children ever since.
Danica’s father, Elm, was the eldest child, so he inherited the Strix family estate when his parents left to travel the world, bypassing the United Kingdom. He had rarely traveled, even as a young man, preferring to stay close to home and work to further his family’s name. As such, Danica and her siblings, two older and one younger, also had not traveled often. While this does not seem to bother Danica’s siblings much, Danica has always longed to see more of the world than their city of Perth.
Her family often joked that Danica inherited her adventuring gene from her mother. Danica’s mother, born Veronica Codde, was also born into a pureblood family from England. When Veronica was in her early twenties, she decided to travel the world, eventually coming to Australia. There she met Elm, who she fell in love with and married.
When her oldest sibling, Quinn, was nine, and Danica was five, they performed their first act of accidental magic. Danica’s mother and father were thrilled and planned to host a great party in Quinn’s honor. The day of the party, though, a junior dukun visited the house to formally invite Quinn to attend Tenūsa. The family had declined the offer quickly, but invited the young man to attend the party that was about to begin. Danica, always looking for an adventure, questioned the young man all night about Tenūsa. By the night’s end, Danica knew she would not want to have a tutor like her family, and instead set off for lands unknown.
It would be years before Danica would first perform magic, but one day, when she was almost ten, Danica was out on the beach with some muggle friends. They were surfing, one of Danica’s favorite hobbies, and swimming far from the shore. Suddenly, Danica got swept under a wave and got disoriented. The young girl panicked as she could not figure out which way was up, and suddenly shot up through the water. She gasped and heaved a little, she had unfortunately swallowed some salt water in her panic.
Quickly finding her board, she swam to the beach and went to her bag. Her parents did not want her to surf because they thought it was too much of a risk, so they would not like the story of her first instance of magic at all. They also would not like that any of her muggle friends could have saw her, but none were around her at that point. She spoke to a few of them as she picked up her things and said her goodbyes. As she showered off the sand and changed, she briefly considered lying to her parents, but decided against it. They would not be too mad, she thought to herself.
She was wrong. They were furious, so furious, in fact, that they almost threatened to not host a party in her honor for performing magic. Danica winced as they sent her to her room, wondering how they would react when she told them that she wanted to attend Tenūsa instead of learning from Heath, her sibling’s current tutor. When the dukun came, Danica announced in front of her parents and siblings that she wanted to attend as she had not found a great time to broach the subject before that moment.
Her father argued with her, but her mother stepped in and suggested they let Danica attend the school. It was Danica’s education and should be her choice. Her father relented, but stated Danica could leave only after her tenth birthday. A few weeks later, Danica, her mother, and a dukun started their journey to Tenūsa.
Is your character a Broom Racer? Yes
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No
Is your character a Duelist? No
Stats: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 7
Abilities: None
I have updated her appearance to state her piercing is fake, and that she has plans to get it pierced when she is old enough. March 31.
PENDING - Marcus, March 27
The only change needed here is the eyebrow piercing. How did she get it? WA laws say they can't pierce anyone under 16 unless they have parental permission and you specifically wrote she didn't have parental permission. If it was done by herself, her parents likely would've healed it immediately considering infection risk. I personally suggest you remove that she has an eyebrow piercing and can instead say she wears a fake one until she is old enough to get a real one. But if you have other justification for how she got it, feel free to elaborate.
APPROVED - Marcus, April 2
'I was gratified to be able to answer promptly, and I did. I said I didn't know.'
-Mark Twain
Tenūsa NPC
Name: Kavi Kattimani
School: Tenūsa
Year: 6
Status: Pureblood
Appearance:
Kavi has medium-dark brown skin and thick black hair, paired with dark brown eyes. Standing at 5’9”/175cm, he’s taller than most his age, and is still growing. He’s filled into his frame, and has gained quite a bit of muscle from his training. He prefers his right as his wand hand. He has scars across his torso and one on his left arm that he always covers up.
Personality:
Having dreamed of being a poet, Kavi is curious and philosophical in nature. However, he’s been told all his life that it wasn’t a noble profession, and that he should focus his efforts on something else, so his appearance is a bit contradictory to his personality. Kavi is normally quite levelheaded, but can be quick to take revenge when it comes to defending his friends or someone he perceives as innocent. He enjoys sharing his knowledge, and has been known to act out a scene or poem for unsuspecting friends.
History:
WC: 308
First Magic:
Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes
Is your character a Duelist? No
Stats:
Stamina: 10 Evasion: 7 Strength: 10 Wisdom: 15 Arcane Power: 5 Accuracy: 8
Special Race/Ability: Werewolf
WC: 996
School: Tenūsa
Year: 6
Status: Pureblood
Appearance:
Kavi has medium-dark brown skin and thick black hair, paired with dark brown eyes. Standing at 5’9”/175cm, he’s taller than most his age, and is still growing. He’s filled into his frame, and has gained quite a bit of muscle from his training. He prefers his right as his wand hand. He has scars across his torso and one on his left arm that he always covers up.
Personality:
Having dreamed of being a poet, Kavi is curious and philosophical in nature. However, he’s been told all his life that it wasn’t a noble profession, and that he should focus his efforts on something else, so his appearance is a bit contradictory to his personality. Kavi is normally quite levelheaded, but can be quick to take revenge when it comes to defending his friends or someone he perceives as innocent. He enjoys sharing his knowledge, and has been known to act out a scene or poem for unsuspecting friends.
History:
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Born 3 January, 2008, in Hospet, India, Kavi Vivek Kattimani was the third born child to two loving, moderately well-off pureblooded parents, Vivek and Kalpana. As a child, he was often found playing with his older sisters Kalyani and Vrika or listening to stories from his Ajji or Ajja. When his younger siblings were born- Vitaka, Khara, and Vidhaan, he’d spend his time with them, telling them stories he’d make up or entertaining them with the sparks his sisters would make. The Kattimani children were always surrounded by magic and family, which became a huge part of their identities and their relationship with each other as they grew up. It became a bond connecting them even as they joined the dorms when starting their education.
The family moved to the village of Omaha Geni when Kavi was five, around the time when the oldest Kattimani child was starting her clan education. When Kavi's own turn came, he quickly settled in with the other new students, becoming fast friends as they explored the different classes together. He took a particular liking to potions- the meticulous creation was like crafting a story. Of course, he didn’t mind Astronomy, either- he had heard all the stories about the stars and what they represented. But his eleventh birthday rolled around, and he was chosen by a dukun- Jason Randle. Seeing as he’d be with him for the next several years, he was a bit worried that perhaps they wouldn’t be a good match. But time soon came to tell that Kavi flourished under the new guidance. Not only was his interest in the arts and creativity fostered, but he was pushed by his dukun to explore other forms of magic- and non-magic, too. He was excited to return every year, until things took a turn at the start of his sixth year.
Born 3 January, 2008, in Hospet, India, Kavi Vivek Kattimani was the third born child to two loving, moderately well-off pureblooded parents, Vivek and Kalpana. As a child, he was often found playing with his older sisters Kalyani and Vrika or listening to stories from his Ajji or Ajja. When his younger siblings were born- Vitaka, Khara, and Vidhaan, he’d spend his time with them, telling them stories he’d make up or entertaining them with the sparks his sisters would make. The Kattimani children were always surrounded by magic and family, which became a huge part of their identities and their relationship with each other as they grew up. It became a bond connecting them even as they joined the dorms when starting their education.
The family moved to the village of Omaha Geni when Kavi was five, around the time when the oldest Kattimani child was starting her clan education. When Kavi's own turn came, he quickly settled in with the other new students, becoming fast friends as they explored the different classes together. He took a particular liking to potions- the meticulous creation was like crafting a story. Of course, he didn’t mind Astronomy, either- he had heard all the stories about the stars and what they represented. But his eleventh birthday rolled around, and he was chosen by a dukun- Jason Randle. Seeing as he’d be with him for the next several years, he was a bit worried that perhaps they wouldn’t be a good match. But time soon came to tell that Kavi flourished under the new guidance. Not only was his interest in the arts and creativity fostered, but he was pushed by his dukun to explore other forms of magic- and non-magic, too. He was excited to return every year, until things took a turn at the start of his sixth year.
WC: 308
First Magic:
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Kavi was 6 years old when he was playing with his younger sister Vitaka. Even at a young age, he was quite the storyteller. Since he doted on his siblings, he always enjoyed giving them performances. Sometimes, his older sisters wouldn’t let him, but Vitaka always would. Kavi was doing his best to do a play for her, using their little wooden toys. But there were just too many characters in his story, and his little hands couldn’t keep up. He was getting a little frustrated at the toys, that they couldn’t simply move on their own and dash around the room like their parents could make them do. But he couldn’t. So he just moved his chubby little hands as fast as he could, trying to make them dash around to match his story. Vitaka didn’t seem to care that they didn’t quite match up, but Kavi’s mind was always a few steps ahead of his body. He just wanted it to be perfect. And it wasn’t.
“The end!” he told Vitaka suddenly, even though his play was far from done. The dragon hadn’t even eaten the princess yet.
However, his story was far from over. He was putting the figures into a bin, about to reach for another, when he noticed something strange- one of the figurines was hovering in the air. Kavi looked around for an adult in the room, but found none. It must have been him! The dragon soared through the air, and Kavi started narrating again. He found joy in his play once more, watching as the figures started swirling, zipping around. But as quickly as it started, the figures toppled to the ground, motionless.
Kavi was 6 years old when he was playing with his younger sister Vitaka. Even at a young age, he was quite the storyteller. Since he doted on his siblings, he always enjoyed giving them performances. Sometimes, his older sisters wouldn’t let him, but Vitaka always would. Kavi was doing his best to do a play for her, using their little wooden toys. But there were just too many characters in his story, and his little hands couldn’t keep up. He was getting a little frustrated at the toys, that they couldn’t simply move on their own and dash around the room like their parents could make them do. But he couldn’t. So he just moved his chubby little hands as fast as he could, trying to make them dash around to match his story. Vitaka didn’t seem to care that they didn’t quite match up, but Kavi’s mind was always a few steps ahead of his body. He just wanted it to be perfect. And it wasn’t.
“The end!” he told Vitaka suddenly, even though his play was far from done. The dragon hadn’t even eaten the princess yet.
However, his story was far from over. He was putting the figures into a bin, about to reach for another, when he noticed something strange- one of the figurines was hovering in the air. Kavi looked around for an adult in the room, but found none. It must have been him! The dragon soared through the air, and Kavi started narrating again. He found joy in his play once more, watching as the figures started swirling, zipping around. But as quickly as it started, the figures toppled to the ground, motionless.
Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes
Is your character a Duelist? No
Stats:
Stamina: 10 Evasion: 7 Strength: 10 Wisdom: 15 Arcane Power: 5 Accuracy: 8
Special Race/Ability: Werewolf
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Kavi and his dukun had forged a close bond over the past few years. Kavi only had older sisters, never an older brother- and Jason seemed to step in that role. Only in his early thirties, he was still full of energy and willing to do all sorts of impulsive things with the boy. This time, it was a field trip out to the wilderness. They left their safe haven of the magical isle, and set out for the unknown.
An Aussie at heart, Jason had an equal amount of healthy fear of the wild and total confidence that he could take anything that came his way, though he only advised Kavi on the healthy fear part. He was supposed to be a good role model, after all.
Throughout his years of training, he wasn’t just instructed in the magical world, but the muggle as well- there could always be a scenario where he was caught without his wand or in a public space, and he did not want to have to deal with the fallout of that.
But on the docket for this week’s shenanigans: wilderness survival. Now, the two weren’t completely crazy, and had prepared properly (and had their wands hidden deep in the folds of their clothes), but they were ready to tackle this the muggle way, making fire with flint and steel, putting up two tents, cooking over an open flame. It wasn’t easy, but they made it through.
The sun was setting on their first night, when Kavi noticed they were running low on wood for their fire. He wasn’t fond of being cold all night- or when they woke up in the morning, so he told his dukun, and they set off to find some fallen sticks in the woods.
It was a beautiful night- a crisp wind sent a light chill up their backs, but the air was clean, fresh. The moon was full, and stars illuminated the sky. Even the wolves seemed to agree, their howls providing the soundtrack for a night.
Everything had been going fine. The two never suspected anything. People always said to “expect the unexpected” but this, this was truly unprecedented.
“Ha-ha, very funny,” Kavi told Jason when he heard a growl in his ear.
He thought it was just his dukun trying to scare him a little.
He wished it was.
Kavi gasped as he felt pain explode across his back, claws tearing through his back. He called out for his dukun, his vision swirling from the pain. He didn’t recall his education preparing him for this.
“Kavi!” he heard Jason call out, catching a glimpse of the man’s red hair before he felt himself being slammed into the ground.
He had a splitting headache and felt like he could barely move his arms. But he had learned about werewolves before, and if he just stayed here, he could die. He was too pretty to die.
His wand was buried deep within his pockets somewhere. He scrambled about, desperately trying to find it as Jason came to his rescue, procuring his own wand and blasting the werewolf away.
"Crikey, we've gotten ourselves into a bit of a pickle, haven’t we?" Jason said calmly, whilst trying not to die from a werewolf. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”
Kavi couldn’t agree more.
He scrambled to get to his feet, Jason lending a hand and yanking him up. The two rushed to get out of the forest, the werewolf in fast pursuit. He could truly see why they earned their ministry classification- those things were deadly killers, and he very much did not want to be its next victim.
“What do we do now?” Kavi asked as they ran, the clearing where their tents stood coming into full view.
“I’m not sure,” Jason admitted. “This would be a great teachable moment if we weren’t trying not to die right now. If we live, we’ll revisit this moment. If we don’t, well, let’s not think about that, eh mate?” Kavi nodded, following the man’s lead as he took a stance in the clearing, wand at the ready. He too, grabbed his wand, trying to ignore the shooting pain that ricocheted off his spine.
“Ah no, you go, I got this. You need to get out of here,” his dukun reassured. As much as Kavi would like to protest that, his wounds did not agree.
He turned, heading towards their things so he could get out of there. But not one moment after he turned, he heard the wolf’s howl again. Much too soon, it was back. He tried to run faster, but in the dark of the night, his foot caught on a rock in the uneven ground, sending him sprawling towards the ground, once again landing with a heavy thud.
Kavi wasn’t so lucky to escape the werewolf’s claws this time, feeling them sink deeper into the gashes. He tried to defend himself, cast any spell he knew, but his efforts were too little, too late. The werewolf’s fangs sunk into his arm, burrowing their way into flesh, tearing a chunk away. Kavi’s head swam as he looked at the wound and the blood pooling out. It hadn’t even registered that he had been bitten by a werewolf, the pain was so bad. It was the only thing he could focus on, the blinding white pain that sunk into his bones. It forced itself into every crevice of his mind, ensuring the roaring of blood in his ears was the only thing he could hear. He was probably going to die right here. It hurt. It really hurt.
“-avi? Kavi?” a voice cut across the pain. “C’mon, mate, let’s get you out of here.” Jason wrapped an arm around Kavi, helping him to his feet and to one of their brooms.
He didn’t even notice the shining blood dripping down from the bite on his dukun’s shoulder.
They’d have to tackle this new chapter together.
An Aussie at heart, Jason had an equal amount of healthy fear of the wild and total confidence that he could take anything that came his way, though he only advised Kavi on the healthy fear part. He was supposed to be a good role model, after all.
Throughout his years of training, he wasn’t just instructed in the magical world, but the muggle as well- there could always be a scenario where he was caught without his wand or in a public space, and he did not want to have to deal with the fallout of that.
But on the docket for this week’s shenanigans: wilderness survival. Now, the two weren’t completely crazy, and had prepared properly (and had their wands hidden deep in the folds of their clothes), but they were ready to tackle this the muggle way, making fire with flint and steel, putting up two tents, cooking over an open flame. It wasn’t easy, but they made it through.
The sun was setting on their first night, when Kavi noticed they were running low on wood for their fire. He wasn’t fond of being cold all night- or when they woke up in the morning, so he told his dukun, and they set off to find some fallen sticks in the woods.
It was a beautiful night- a crisp wind sent a light chill up their backs, but the air was clean, fresh. The moon was full, and stars illuminated the sky. Even the wolves seemed to agree, their howls providing the soundtrack for a night.
Everything had been going fine. The two never suspected anything. People always said to “expect the unexpected” but this, this was truly unprecedented.
“Ha-ha, very funny,” Kavi told Jason when he heard a growl in his ear.
He thought it was just his dukun trying to scare him a little.
He wished it was.
Kavi gasped as he felt pain explode across his back, claws tearing through his back. He called out for his dukun, his vision swirling from the pain. He didn’t recall his education preparing him for this.
“Kavi!” he heard Jason call out, catching a glimpse of the man’s red hair before he felt himself being slammed into the ground.
He had a splitting headache and felt like he could barely move his arms. But he had learned about werewolves before, and if he just stayed here, he could die. He was too pretty to die.
His wand was buried deep within his pockets somewhere. He scrambled about, desperately trying to find it as Jason came to his rescue, procuring his own wand and blasting the werewolf away.
"Crikey, we've gotten ourselves into a bit of a pickle, haven’t we?" Jason said calmly, whilst trying not to die from a werewolf. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”
Kavi couldn’t agree more.
He scrambled to get to his feet, Jason lending a hand and yanking him up. The two rushed to get out of the forest, the werewolf in fast pursuit. He could truly see why they earned their ministry classification- those things were deadly killers, and he very much did not want to be its next victim.
“What do we do now?” Kavi asked as they ran, the clearing where their tents stood coming into full view.
“I’m not sure,” Jason admitted. “This would be a great teachable moment if we weren’t trying not to die right now. If we live, we’ll revisit this moment. If we don’t, well, let’s not think about that, eh mate?” Kavi nodded, following the man’s lead as he took a stance in the clearing, wand at the ready. He too, grabbed his wand, trying to ignore the shooting pain that ricocheted off his spine.
“Ah no, you go, I got this. You need to get out of here,” his dukun reassured. As much as Kavi would like to protest that, his wounds did not agree.
He turned, heading towards their things so he could get out of there. But not one moment after he turned, he heard the wolf’s howl again. Much too soon, it was back. He tried to run faster, but in the dark of the night, his foot caught on a rock in the uneven ground, sending him sprawling towards the ground, once again landing with a heavy thud.
Kavi wasn’t so lucky to escape the werewolf’s claws this time, feeling them sink deeper into the gashes. He tried to defend himself, cast any spell he knew, but his efforts were too little, too late. The werewolf’s fangs sunk into his arm, burrowing their way into flesh, tearing a chunk away. Kavi’s head swam as he looked at the wound and the blood pooling out. It hadn’t even registered that he had been bitten by a werewolf, the pain was so bad. It was the only thing he could focus on, the blinding white pain that sunk into his bones. It forced itself into every crevice of his mind, ensuring the roaring of blood in his ears was the only thing he could hear. He was probably going to die right here. It hurt. It really hurt.
“-avi? Kavi?” a voice cut across the pain. “C’mon, mate, let’s get you out of here.” Jason wrapped an arm around Kavi, helping him to his feet and to one of their brooms.
He didn’t even notice the shining blood dripping down from the bite on his dukun’s shoulder.
They’d have to tackle this new chapter together.
WC: 996
PENDING - 19 Oct Évodie
Currently on hold - as India is outside of the specific boundaries of this school, we are currently having staff discussions about the boundaries for each of our schools. See owl for more details.
STATUS: Approved, Farron Horne, October 19
Tenūsa NPC
Name: Jamie Saeng
School: Tenūsa
Year: first
Link to your Character Page: whoosh
Status: Pureblood
Picture:
History:
First Magic:
Is your character a Broom Racer? NO
Is your character a Quidditch Player? YES - chaser
Is your character a Duelist? NO
Stats: stamina 7 | evasion 8 | strength 5 wisdom 1 | arc power 0 | accuracy 10
( +1 from main pc win here )
Special Race/Ability:
SEER [603/500]
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? Accepted normally due to being a first year.
School: Tenūsa
Year: first
Link to your Character Page: whoosh
Status: Pureblood
Picture:
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History:
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On the little island of Hawaii, Jamie Saeng was born to a pureblooded wizard couple at exactly 12:01 in the morning, on the 30th of December, 2012.
He was not the first Jamie.
In fact, it was barely a year and three months since the death of his elder sibling, the original "Jamie Saeng" that had lived to the age of nine before her light was snuffed out. She was adorable, bubbly, respectful, and above all, she was a witch that possessed a deep well of potential. If not for her unfortunate accident, there was no doubt within his family's minds that she would have developed into an excellent heir.
But, the accident did happen, and the Jamie of present day was forced to pick up his sister's left over pieces.
Perhaps he knew of the unfairness thrust onto him early into his childhood, with the absurdly high expectations and constant misgendering his mother carried out. He was not to talk back, and he was to be ahead of his grade level, not at it. He was to be polite and under control no matter the circumstance, he was to be a son that his parents could be proud of. He was to be someone—something that he was not. A replacement.
There were numerous instances where Jamie actively wished he could be like his deceased sister, that maybe if he was more outspoken, his parents would actually be forced to see him instead of a ghost. And maybe if social interaction was not so draining, he'd be surrounded with peers that could support him. If only he was sociable like they always claimed she was. If only he was a quick learner and talented with magic like she was.
Still, the young boy carried on. He gave himself up to his parents, namely his mother, entirely and allowed them to color his life. There were no complaints coming from him when he was visited by a junior dukun, and there were no tantrums when his mother actively kept him under their family's watchful eye instead. Jamie kept his head down and his mouth shut.
His cage was not opened until his ninth birthday, in which his mother relented and allowed him to join Tenūsa's pre-education system instead. He journeyed to the Isle under his father's care, and before long, found himself placed within a clan.
Then, upon reaching the age of eleven, he was finally taken as an apprentice and set to begin the rest of his life.
He was not the first Jamie.
In fact, it was barely a year and three months since the death of his elder sibling, the original "Jamie Saeng" that had lived to the age of nine before her light was snuffed out. She was adorable, bubbly, respectful, and above all, she was a witch that possessed a deep well of potential. If not for her unfortunate accident, there was no doubt within his family's minds that she would have developed into an excellent heir.
But, the accident did happen, and the Jamie of present day was forced to pick up his sister's left over pieces.
Perhaps he knew of the unfairness thrust onto him early into his childhood, with the absurdly high expectations and constant misgendering his mother carried out. He was not to talk back, and he was to be ahead of his grade level, not at it. He was to be polite and under control no matter the circumstance, he was to be a son that his parents could be proud of. He was to be someone—something that he was not. A replacement.
There were numerous instances where Jamie actively wished he could be like his deceased sister, that maybe if he was more outspoken, his parents would actually be forced to see him instead of a ghost. And maybe if social interaction was not so draining, he'd be surrounded with peers that could support him. If only he was sociable like they always claimed she was. If only he was a quick learner and talented with magic like she was.
Still, the young boy carried on. He gave himself up to his parents, namely his mother, entirely and allowed them to color his life. There were no complaints coming from him when he was visited by a junior dukun, and there were no tantrums when his mother actively kept him under their family's watchful eye instead. Jamie kept his head down and his mouth shut.
His cage was not opened until his ninth birthday, in which his mother relented and allowed him to join Tenūsa's pre-education system instead. He journeyed to the Isle under his father's care, and before long, found himself placed within a clan.
Then, upon reaching the age of eleven, he was finally taken as an apprentice and set to begin the rest of his life.
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Jamie was young when he was shown to have a propensity for magic, having his first instance perhaps around the age of five.
While visiting the beach with his parents, he was growing incredibly frustrated with his mother's insistence that they leave earlier than first planned. He was enjoying himself, so why would she put an end to that? It wasn't often he was allowed to have fun in such a way.
The young boy had grown so irritated that upon bursting into tears, the nearby wash station pipes had immediately followed suit, one after the other.
While visiting the beach with his parents, he was growing incredibly frustrated with his mother's insistence that they leave earlier than first planned. He was enjoying himself, so why would she put an end to that? It wasn't often he was allowed to have fun in such a way.
The young boy had grown so irritated that upon bursting into tears, the nearby wash station pipes had immediately followed suit, one after the other.
Is your character a Broom Racer? NO
Is your character a Quidditch Player? YES - chaser
Is your character a Duelist? NO
Stats: stamina 7 | evasion 8 | strength 5 wisdom 1 | arc power 0 | accuracy 10
( +1 from main pc win here )
Special Race/Ability:
SEER [603/500]
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Once upon a time, Jamie fully believed he was haunted.
He couldn't put his finger on it, not at first, but his young and immature mind was still fully capable of recognizing certain patterns which occurred in his life. For one, he was usually right on the precipice of something, especially those "somethings" more dangerous in nature.
How else could he explain stopping directly before a turn around the corner, simply from the innate sense of feeling wrong wrong wrong, just to immediately witness a car passing by him at breakneck speeds. They had crashed directly into a pole, and a six year old Jamie found himself rushing away from the scene, sweating and panicking and getting plagued by nightmares for weeks.
There was also the time he visited the park with his grandmother, who had eventually left to find a restroom. The seven year old could not see anything in specific, but had the immediate rush of fear and wrongness completely wash over his being. It was familiar to him, much too familiar, and he cried to his grandmother that they had to leave the area as quickly as possible.
That following morning, a missing child report went through in the area. They were last seen in the very same park Jamie had begged to leave.
At first, he suspected it was his older sibling wishing pain and suffering upon him from beyond the grave. That's what happened in all those horror films he sneaked onto his tablet, after all. What else could it be? He had been pushed into the spotlight meant only for her, and was doing such a horrible job at taking on the main role. He knew it, his parents knew it, she likely knew it.
It left Jamie silently tormented for days, weeks on end, and ultimately acted as a driving force for him to go above and beyond in everything he possibly could. Anything to make her happy. His parents would look back and claim that year and the next was like a flash of brilliance for the boy, like all they were encouraging him to do was finally clicking within his mind.
His perspective had not changed until his journey to the Isle of Divination, taken via ship alongside his father. For the most part, the trip had gone on without many troubles, and resembled more of a cruise than any coming-of-age voyage. The waters were calm, and the salty sea breeze often served to relax his mind. However, once they had finally arrived and stepped foot into Tenūsa, the wrong had quickly reared its head once more.
It was while passing through the island's heavy vegetation that Jamie suddenly rammed into his father, forcing both of them off the path. He definitely would have received a heavy scolding, if not for a falling tree swiftly making its way down into the exact spot they would have walked into.
The incident sparked something within the boy, a singular question—why on earth would his sister make attempts to harm their father, when it was Jamie himself that deserved the punishment? He couldn't wrap his mind around the concept.
... Unless his sister was protecting them in actuality?
In his irrational mind, it made the most sense. Of course someone like him would be ridiculous enough to confuse protection with sabotage. His sister was the better one after all, the one that was truly meant to be in the world. Why on earth would she work against him instead of with him? This whole time, she was on his side. Surely.
What else could it possibly be?
He couldn't put his finger on it, not at first, but his young and immature mind was still fully capable of recognizing certain patterns which occurred in his life. For one, he was usually right on the precipice of something, especially those "somethings" more dangerous in nature.
How else could he explain stopping directly before a turn around the corner, simply from the innate sense of feeling wrong wrong wrong, just to immediately witness a car passing by him at breakneck speeds. They had crashed directly into a pole, and a six year old Jamie found himself rushing away from the scene, sweating and panicking and getting plagued by nightmares for weeks.
There was also the time he visited the park with his grandmother, who had eventually left to find a restroom. The seven year old could not see anything in specific, but had the immediate rush of fear and wrongness completely wash over his being. It was familiar to him, much too familiar, and he cried to his grandmother that they had to leave the area as quickly as possible.
That following morning, a missing child report went through in the area. They were last seen in the very same park Jamie had begged to leave.
At first, he suspected it was his older sibling wishing pain and suffering upon him from beyond the grave. That's what happened in all those horror films he sneaked onto his tablet, after all. What else could it be? He had been pushed into the spotlight meant only for her, and was doing such a horrible job at taking on the main role. He knew it, his parents knew it, she likely knew it.
It left Jamie silently tormented for days, weeks on end, and ultimately acted as a driving force for him to go above and beyond in everything he possibly could. Anything to make her happy. His parents would look back and claim that year and the next was like a flash of brilliance for the boy, like all they were encouraging him to do was finally clicking within his mind.
His perspective had not changed until his journey to the Isle of Divination, taken via ship alongside his father. For the most part, the trip had gone on without many troubles, and resembled more of a cruise than any coming-of-age voyage. The waters were calm, and the salty sea breeze often served to relax his mind. However, once they had finally arrived and stepped foot into Tenūsa, the wrong had quickly reared its head once more.
It was while passing through the island's heavy vegetation that Jamie suddenly rammed into his father, forcing both of them off the path. He definitely would have received a heavy scolding, if not for a falling tree swiftly making its way down into the exact spot they would have walked into.
The incident sparked something within the boy, a singular question—why on earth would his sister make attempts to harm their father, when it was Jamie himself that deserved the punishment? He couldn't wrap his mind around the concept.
... Unless his sister was protecting them in actuality?
In his irrational mind, it made the most sense. Of course someone like him would be ridiculous enough to confuse protection with sabotage. His sister was the better one after all, the one that was truly meant to be in the world. Why on earth would she work against him instead of with him? This whole time, she was on his side. Surely.
What else could it possibly be?
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? Accepted normally due to being a first year.
Tenūsa NPC
Name: Moray 'Momo' Morcant
School: Tenūsa
Year: Second
Link to your Character Page: uwu
Status: Muggleborn
Picture:
History:
First Magic:
Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No
Is your character a Duelist? Yes
Stats: sta: 10 | eva: 5 | str: 0 | wis: 10 | arc: 8 | acc: 9
Special Race/Ability: N/A
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? N/A
#5F8575 | Moray Morcant
School: Tenūsa
Year: Second
Link to your Character Page: uwu
Status: Muggleborn
Picture:
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History:
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Moray Morcant was born for the ocean, so it was to her dismay that she would spend her teenage years in a stuffy jungle under the tutelage of a man that could only be described as Singapore’s less-sophisticated answer to Jay Gatsby.
Momo was born to two Gold Coast locals. The Morcants lived in a lower-income community within the suburb of Mudgeeraba because their jobs didn’t pay nearly enough for the lavish Gold Coast proper, but they loved what they did so much that finding something that paid more was never on the table for James and Coral Morcant. Her father, a dolphin trainer at the marine park, and her mother, a surf instructor, were both deeply entwined with the waters and aquatic life of the eastern Australian coast, so when their daughter followed in their footsteps, it was expected. In fact, their love for the ocean was passed on to Momo even before she could crawl. It was an inside joke for the family that they were all part-fish, and for as long as she could remember, Momo dreamed about magic and mermaids.
Her childhood was filled with trips to beach for her parents’ work or their leisure. But she never took to sandcastles like she took to the waves. Boogieboarding was her favorite activity and with a professional for a mother, she learned quickly. When her parents didn’t have the time to watch her in the water, the girl would pass the time chasing crabs along the shore or picking out seashells for the family collection at home.
About two weeks before her tenth birthday, Momo exhibited her first signs of magic. Neither her nor her parents understood what was happening, but when a person calling themselves a junior dukun dropped in on their modest home, things started to make a bit more sense. Without time to adjust, Momo was ushered north by sea with another dukun. Her parents had to be left behind, and for the first time ever, Momo was on her own.
The journey to the Isle of Divination was like her personal hell. Being surrounded by all that water, but unable to even stop for a moment to take a dip? Horrible. And Momo would find that the isle’s waters were even worse. Unpredictably tumultuous, she decided that boogieboarding was a recipe for instant death. It was almost all bad, but to Tenūsa’s credit, Momo felt more at home in Omah Geni than she ever did amongst the grand hotels and constant stream of tourists that was synonymous with the Gold Coast.
Having joined her clan with less than a year left before she was chosen by a dukun, Momo struggled. She was never the best student and her parents were never concerned with her grades. All they ever asked for was a passing mark, but to Momo, it always felt like something they thought they should say rather than something they meant. This became clear to her when she failed some of her classes and they simply didn’t care. So sometimes, Momo didn’t care. That attitude was hard to break out of and Momo wasn’t even sure that she did. By the time that her clan education was complete, the young girl didn’t feel secure in any of her magical abilities.
And perhaps it was this lack of success that had gotten her stuck with Chang Wen, a Chinese-born, Singapore-raised, Ilvermorny-educated, excuse of a dukun. Momo was his first pewari and her hardest trial yet as a wizard was avoiding a breakdown after he handed her one stained chopstick to represent their contract symbol. He kept the other for himself. But Chang was nothing if not lax, and that tended to be the environment that Momo succeeded in, so maybe he would be exactly what the Morcant child needed.
Momo was born to two Gold Coast locals. The Morcants lived in a lower-income community within the suburb of Mudgeeraba because their jobs didn’t pay nearly enough for the lavish Gold Coast proper, but they loved what they did so much that finding something that paid more was never on the table for James and Coral Morcant. Her father, a dolphin trainer at the marine park, and her mother, a surf instructor, were both deeply entwined with the waters and aquatic life of the eastern Australian coast, so when their daughter followed in their footsteps, it was expected. In fact, their love for the ocean was passed on to Momo even before she could crawl. It was an inside joke for the family that they were all part-fish, and for as long as she could remember, Momo dreamed about magic and mermaids.
Her childhood was filled with trips to beach for her parents’ work or their leisure. But she never took to sandcastles like she took to the waves. Boogieboarding was her favorite activity and with a professional for a mother, she learned quickly. When her parents didn’t have the time to watch her in the water, the girl would pass the time chasing crabs along the shore or picking out seashells for the family collection at home.
About two weeks before her tenth birthday, Momo exhibited her first signs of magic. Neither her nor her parents understood what was happening, but when a person calling themselves a junior dukun dropped in on their modest home, things started to make a bit more sense. Without time to adjust, Momo was ushered north by sea with another dukun. Her parents had to be left behind, and for the first time ever, Momo was on her own.
The journey to the Isle of Divination was like her personal hell. Being surrounded by all that water, but unable to even stop for a moment to take a dip? Horrible. And Momo would find that the isle’s waters were even worse. Unpredictably tumultuous, she decided that boogieboarding was a recipe for instant death. It was almost all bad, but to Tenūsa’s credit, Momo felt more at home in Omah Geni than she ever did amongst the grand hotels and constant stream of tourists that was synonymous with the Gold Coast.
Having joined her clan with less than a year left before she was chosen by a dukun, Momo struggled. She was never the best student and her parents were never concerned with her grades. All they ever asked for was a passing mark, but to Momo, it always felt like something they thought they should say rather than something they meant. This became clear to her when she failed some of her classes and they simply didn’t care. So sometimes, Momo didn’t care. That attitude was hard to break out of and Momo wasn’t even sure that she did. By the time that her clan education was complete, the young girl didn’t feel secure in any of her magical abilities.
And perhaps it was this lack of success that had gotten her stuck with Chang Wen, a Chinese-born, Singapore-raised, Ilvermorny-educated, excuse of a dukun. Momo was his first pewari and her hardest trial yet as a wizard was avoiding a breakdown after he handed her one stained chopstick to represent their contract symbol. He kept the other for himself. But Chang was nothing if not lax, and that tended to be the environment that Momo succeeded in, so maybe he would be exactly what the Morcant child needed.
First Magic:
Reducio
The Morcants regularly volunteered for beach clean-up duties during sea-turtle nesting seasons. They spent their days getting rid of trash on the beige carpets of the coast so that they could reward themselves by sneaking around at night to get even the smallest glimpse of turtles laying their eggs. This activity was incredibly important to Momo because of her inherited love for marine animals and keeping the environment clean.
During one nesting season, Momo had worked harder than ever to help out her parents and was so exhausted that she ended up missing nightly turtle-watching. However, the Morcants were happy to take Momo out to the beach more often around the predicted hatching times so that she could see her hard work. While witnessing a group of hatchlings make their way to the ocean, the Morcants spotted some teenagers intentionally disrupting the path of the baby turtles. Momo was so angry that she almost missed the wave that inexplicably rose up from the shallows to knock one of the teenagers down to the sand. When the water receded, on-lookers were left stumped but Momo's parents had caught her unintentional focus and wondered if their daughter was special.
During one nesting season, Momo had worked harder than ever to help out her parents and was so exhausted that she ended up missing nightly turtle-watching. However, the Morcants were happy to take Momo out to the beach more often around the predicted hatching times so that she could see her hard work. While witnessing a group of hatchlings make their way to the ocean, the Morcants spotted some teenagers intentionally disrupting the path of the baby turtles. Momo was so angry that she almost missed the wave that inexplicably rose up from the shallows to knock one of the teenagers down to the sand. When the water receded, on-lookers were left stumped but Momo's parents had caught her unintentional focus and wondered if their daughter was special.
Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No
Is your character a Duelist? Yes
Stats: sta: 10 | eva: 5 | str: 0 | wis: 10 | arc: 8 | acc: 9
Special Race/Ability: N/A
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? N/A
Approved - Fabian, 18 March
STA: 10 | EVA: 7 | STR: 3 | WIS: 12 | ARC: 10 | ACC: 9 |
Perfectionist | Stat Relevant | Spell Spread |
Tenūsa NPC
Name: Sunday Crestmont
School: Tenūsa
Year: First.
Link to your Character Page: here!
Status: Half Breed
Picture:Reducio
History:ReducioIn a home on the outskirts of Darwin Australia, protected from prying muggle eyes by charms. Is were the home of Olive and Alexander Crestmont live. Olive a half breed veela witch that grew up in the home, and was the one that brought the Crestmont name. She had gone to Tenusa, and had meet Alexander who was Muggle born. There marriage had been arraigned. The Crestmont's for many generations had believed in looks above all. So naturally as soon as Olive saw him, she needed him. And they married. Having moved into there manor.
Alexander had become a radio host, a podcast-esq thing. Well renowned in the wizard world for his funny and comedic broadcasts. Covering topics in a comedic way. And calling out 'Bullshit' in the popular series 'You gotta be kidding me?' As well as that, Alexander had written many books about his life. Growing up Muggle born and going to Tenusa, and his wife's life. How 'hard' it is being a beautiful Muggle born, married to an even more beautiful wife. It's well known for it's satire outlook. And how it is not meant to be taken seriously at all. Alexander Crestmont, all in all, is a comedian at heart.
Her mother, Is a wizarding modal. On the cover of magazines, in some beautiful outfits. She is kind to everyone, so it looks at least. She keeps that charming smile, and the 'oh! Did I do that? What a happy coincidence!' deal when she does something kind. Like give her coat to a cold fan of hers. Well loved in wizarding communities in Australia, Olive had an ego the size of a dragon when away from the public eye.
Then, on the 21st of November, 2012. Sunday was born. And her parents, they didn't see a child. They say publicity. Someone to further there fame, Someone they could play into there image. Someone they could use to make there 'mini me'. One of her first photos is her in her mother's arms, all bundled up in a pink blanket not to long after her birth. Of course, it was on the cover of a magazine. The caption. 'Crestmont's expand there family, welcome to the world little Sunday.'
Due to the fame of her parents, they were worried about her. So they said to the public when they asked when they could see her again. Sunday spent a majority of her time in the private manor. With herself as company, her parents always out doing things for there jobs. In love with the love people showed them. 'We keep her there so she doesn't get hurt.' they told the magazine that Olive worked at, or said on the podcast Alexander hosted. Though the truth was, Sunday was her own person.
Her parents spent many hours when they had the time to talk to her trying to get her to act like them, to shape her to take over one of there jobs. She was rowdy an uncooperative so they thought. Since they didn't have a whole lot of time for her, they hired two nannies to help take care of her. Delilah and Constance Elsher, they together raised Sunday. Taught her to read, write, basic math, And everything she really needed to know. Also from Tenusa, they had been friends with Olive and Alexander before the fame got to them. They'd been ecstatic when the Crestmont's had asked them to take care of Sunday.
That was until they realized that they were raising the poor girl. Not just taking care of her. They had been hired when Sunday had been one year old. After the Crestmont's realized how much work it was to take care of a kid. And that they would rather keep there lives how they had been. 'Perfect'. Still, with them not even trying to raise her, they wanted her to be them.
Sunday was not for it at all, and was a free spirt. She stayed in the property, playing outside, getting dirty, and making things herself. Taking on a bright and maximalist style. Her own person. As she aged, growing up with her nannies that were much more like parents to her. And for all she cared about, were her parents. Calling them Mama, and Mom. She went to them for any questions, them for any concerns, when she wanted a treat they were there. When she fell, they were there to pick her up. No mater where she went in the house or the yard, there was one of them watching her with a smile.
She did not go to Tenusa when she had been invited. Constance and Delilah held her home, teaching her until she was of age to go to school, she had not joined a clan. As they had been worried about her lack of social interaction with kids of her age until that point. When she fully turned eleven she was selected by her dukun and began her full fledged Tenusa education.
First Magic:ReducioHer birthday party, her 8th birthday party to be exact. It was her, her Mama and her Mom. A few gifts stacked on the large dining room table that never once did she see get used. Only for such occasions like this one here. She sat behind the gifts, a banner above the table reading ‘Happy eighth Sunday!’ framed by an arch of multicolored balloons. A party hat on her head. It had all the markings of a party, a small cake waiting to be cut open to reveal a strawberry cake (after all that was her favorite kind). It was lacking in two major aspects, the guests that the home could easily harbor, and her birth givers. “Why aren’t they here?” Sunday asked, though she already knew the answer. Her parents looked at each other, then looked back at Sunday. “They had a work trip dear.” Constance had told her in the sweetest softest voice she could manage. She also knew the tone would do nothing to lessen the blow. Sunday hardly saw them, She didn’t know why she thought today would be different. It was always something. She for once it seemed, stayed quiet. Little hands gripping the hem of her birthday dress her mom had sewed for her. Eyes glued to the floor. The only sounds she made were the slight sniffles. And the sounds of the freshly filled balloons deflating. Her first instance of magic, caused by the sadness she should have expected. Deflating her birthday balloons.
Is your character a Broom Racer? nope
Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes! Seeker :3
Is your character a Duelist? Nope
Stats: | Stamina 3 | Evasion 10 | Strength 0 | Wisdom 10 | Arcane Power 0 | Accuracy 7 |
Special Race/Ability: 1/8th veelaReducioTo the Crestmont's, looks were everything. Mannerisms, fashion, how one talked. It was all held very dear to them. As Heaven forbid that one of there own namesake and blood was found 'sloppy' with a slouched back, dressed lax. They needed to be prepared to dance at a ball at a moment's notice, or at least look that way. They needed to play happy photo perfect family in the public eye. Needed everyone to believe they were perfect. Down to everything. The Crestmont's had to be the center of attention at all costs.
So of course, selective breeding ensued to make them look best the could. Marriages were arranged with the children of the house that had been deemed most beautiful and arranged with 'most beautiful' of there graduating class. To ensure that everyone looked right out of a muggle magazine. Blood status didn't matter at all to them, so long as they were pretty. Blood status had no part in what made someone pretty, that was at least until,-
A great discovery had been found with Sunday's grandfather. He was half Veela. Everyone had eyes for him, her mother would tell her stories that her grandmother had spoken off. On one of the rare occasions her mother spoke to her, and acted like a mother. "Your grandmother would tell me when I was your age how everywhere they went, all eyes would be on your grandfather." Sunday had never meat her Grandmother, or Grandfather. But she could see the features in her mother's appearance. The white hair, and the allure she seamed to have. "Mother," Sunday was only allowed to call them mother and father. "Does that make you part Veela?" Her young inquisitive voice would ask.
Her mother would chuckle, a rare sound indeed. Sunday had started to think that her mother and father could have no joy. "Why of course, It makes me 1/4 veela." She poked Sunday on the nose. "And you, Sunday, you are 1/8th veela." Her young star filled eyes seamed to twinkle and shine with this newfound information. She should have known this of course, her white hair, and she guessed she was pretty. She had never noticed things like that prior to this. Having no one to compare to, it was all just how she looked. Her mother of course had the white hair to. Sunday had always assumed that she was just very old.
She had jumped from her mother's lap, and rushed off to her mom and mama. A stupid ear to ear grin filled her face. She had to run outside onto the grounds of the manor, finding her mom's on one of the swing chairs in the garden. She climbed into it, fitting herself right between them. "I'm one fourth veela!" She had proudly told them, though of course. They had already known that. Mama ruffled her hair, and smiled down at her. "That's great Sunday."
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? accepted normally.
ApprovedSTATUS: Pending, Lawrence Maynard, 24th March
The following are required for edits before I may approve:
- Your race application implies that you are 1/4 Veela due to your grandfather being half veela as well as your mother but this would only be possible if both your grandparents were half-veela. As it stands currently your mother would be a quarter veela and you an eight veela. So please update one of these details to fix this.
- Your birthday (April 1st 2011) would make you currently 13 years old which does not align with your current year. You would have to be 11/12 to be considered a first year in Tenūsa.
- In your backstory you claim to have attended the isle as a ten year old but this is not possible as half races were not eligible to become students until September 2024. Please update your biography to reflect this.
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⊹ 𝖮𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂 ₊˚⊹ by one act, I have ruined everything |
Alan Dolus ~ Staff Sunday Crestmont ~ 𝗂𝖭𝖯𝖢 |
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Tenūsa NPC
Name: Sekhmet El-Seifi
School: Tenūsa
Year: First
Link to your Character Page: meow
Status: Halfbreed
Picture:
History:
First Magic:
Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes
Is your character a Duelist? No
Stats:
Special Race/Ability:
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? Accepted normally...... cause its after 2024 if I read correctly... Unfortunately I may be illiterate...
that should be everything perchance
Approved
School: Tenūsa
Year: First
Link to your Character Page: meow
Status: Halfbreed
Picture:
Reducio
History:
Reducio
Genesis 1:1, In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
El-Seifi's, the performers. A densely regulated family with the sole focus of arts. Though having origins in Egypt, the most recent generations chose to settle within the dense woodlands of Australia, hidden away from the constant traffic of muggle life and yet just close enough to observe them and their actions from afar. In the perfected art of all performers, there is observation, and that is all Sekhmet's life has ever been. A constant flurry of observation, the differences between her parents and the latest muggle tourist who happened to stumble just close enough to the manor. She spent majority of her early life staring at the streams of light through stained glass, the colors reflected onto the wood floor in her study. It was in that moments silence, hearing the smooth melancholic tone from the piano a few rooms over or listening to the cries of her younger siblings, that Sekhmet truly began to appreciate what mundane life had in store.
As days continued, meaningless to the young depiction of her mind, the mundane slipped away. She was tossed into other things to occupy herself — Painting, the very beginnings of sculpting, music. Sekhmet once again spent her time observing, allowed carefully trained hands to cover hers and poke at keys on a piano, or allow a brushstroke to ruin the gentle perfection of a blank canvas. There was meaning there, creation and destruction meshing to begin again. Ouroboros, a never-ending cycle that Sekhmet would be forced to repeat over and over again. Form, despise, destroy. Perfectionists were no stranger to the family name, and that urge to be perfect was no stranger to Sekhmet.
Once Sekhmet was capable of genuine thought, one without the assistance of her parents, this entertainment by the mundane slipped away. While she still held art dearly to her heart, adored the feeling of clay beneath fingertips and the joy of making something her own and making it perfect, the knowledge that nothing in her world really was mundane frustrated her. Everything seemed that way, the lackluster appearance of her family name and their constant use of muggle creations. What was her family if not mundane? If not useless to the pureblood world? What were they if not lousy excuses for greatness? No amount of parties, of social events and being the talk of their circles for the next week excused the rising bile in Sekhmet's throat just knowing she would be the next to uphold this terrible tradition. A weak means of living, of barely being respected. Sekhmet El-Seifi, the next clown in the circus that is her family.
She grew to resent the title of her family, still holding the name with pride and yet dodging the knowledge of their occupations. Musician, composer, artist, cheap and frail excuses for what should be confidence in their status. Who were they if not entertaining the latest pureblood frauds? If not kissing the ground beneath every stuckup snob's feet?
And as she aged, eight to nine, her mother apparently took note of this as well.
After a particularly sour event, the casual calm composure of her mother faltering into a near violent mess, she became more reclusive. No longer did she stray outside, parasol covering her from the sunlight in which Sekhmet assumed was to stray from burns, instead choosing to hide within her study. Weeks on end, Naunet would only leave her study for the basic necessities, much to the concern of her husband. Mundane no longer was how it seemed, and Sekhmet recognized that there was something wrong with her mother, and in turn wrong with her. With near constant hounding, argument after argument about what really happened, Naunet faltered.
Creatures of the night, every fairytale version of the story mocked to bits and pieces. Sekhmet was no longer a creation of art, perfected and sculpted by the hands of those who raised her. Instead, she was a creature that belonged to everything cursed, hunted down in many stories and called to be the symbols of dreadful things. Despite her prodding, despite every chance she had to back away, she felt disgusted. She had wanted an answer, and with that answer she no longer did find pleasure in such prodding. Something tainted was she, a disgusting monster — hardly a monster at all, between the groups of monster and man, the horrible inbetween of something she hated.
Sekhmet turned to alternative means as she grew older, past this experience. She took on more arts, took on as much as she could to calm her mind. Muggle religion, Catholicism, anything to believe herself pure. Talk of redeeming sins, reducing the monstrous frame to nothing more than a fragment of her imagination. Sekhmet grew obsessed with this mindset, the belief that she could be saved, redeemed, lingering so deeply in her mind until it was all she could imagine. With her damned form and the intensity of who she was becoming, this obsession grew into a more realistic appearance, taking the look of shrouded figures of white, blinding frames steering Sekhmet's eyes away.
With Naunet's reclusive attitude, and the corruption of Sekhmet's own, parties and social events dwindled down slowly. Astennu still travelled to perform at events unlike his own, but those hosted in the large ballroom of their manor paused, left in the creaking silence that Sekhmet had never known. Melancholy returned in the form of brooding, rather than the pieces her father would play.
Not long after, from the eligible age, a dukun made the latest appearance in her life. The request to join Tenusa, and the breaking of such an aggressive silence. Sekhmet had initially wanted to reject it, wanted to stay at her home and mope about such a damning change to her life, but the insistence of her parents forced her hand. The desperation of their tones, emotions aflurry; Sekhmet had never been one to stay stoic when toyed with.
And thus, her pitiful educational journey began. So much for moping.
El-Seifi's, the performers. A densely regulated family with the sole focus of arts. Though having origins in Egypt, the most recent generations chose to settle within the dense woodlands of Australia, hidden away from the constant traffic of muggle life and yet just close enough to observe them and their actions from afar. In the perfected art of all performers, there is observation, and that is all Sekhmet's life has ever been. A constant flurry of observation, the differences between her parents and the latest muggle tourist who happened to stumble just close enough to the manor. She spent majority of her early life staring at the streams of light through stained glass, the colors reflected onto the wood floor in her study. It was in that moments silence, hearing the smooth melancholic tone from the piano a few rooms over or listening to the cries of her younger siblings, that Sekhmet truly began to appreciate what mundane life had in store.
As days continued, meaningless to the young depiction of her mind, the mundane slipped away. She was tossed into other things to occupy herself — Painting, the very beginnings of sculpting, music. Sekhmet once again spent her time observing, allowed carefully trained hands to cover hers and poke at keys on a piano, or allow a brushstroke to ruin the gentle perfection of a blank canvas. There was meaning there, creation and destruction meshing to begin again. Ouroboros, a never-ending cycle that Sekhmet would be forced to repeat over and over again. Form, despise, destroy. Perfectionists were no stranger to the family name, and that urge to be perfect was no stranger to Sekhmet.
Once Sekhmet was capable of genuine thought, one without the assistance of her parents, this entertainment by the mundane slipped away. While she still held art dearly to her heart, adored the feeling of clay beneath fingertips and the joy of making something her own and making it perfect, the knowledge that nothing in her world really was mundane frustrated her. Everything seemed that way, the lackluster appearance of her family name and their constant use of muggle creations. What was her family if not mundane? If not useless to the pureblood world? What were they if not lousy excuses for greatness? No amount of parties, of social events and being the talk of their circles for the next week excused the rising bile in Sekhmet's throat just knowing she would be the next to uphold this terrible tradition. A weak means of living, of barely being respected. Sekhmet El-Seifi, the next clown in the circus that is her family.
She grew to resent the title of her family, still holding the name with pride and yet dodging the knowledge of their occupations. Musician, composer, artist, cheap and frail excuses for what should be confidence in their status. Who were they if not entertaining the latest pureblood frauds? If not kissing the ground beneath every stuckup snob's feet?
And as she aged, eight to nine, her mother apparently took note of this as well.
After a particularly sour event, the casual calm composure of her mother faltering into a near violent mess, she became more reclusive. No longer did she stray outside, parasol covering her from the sunlight in which Sekhmet assumed was to stray from burns, instead choosing to hide within her study. Weeks on end, Naunet would only leave her study for the basic necessities, much to the concern of her husband. Mundane no longer was how it seemed, and Sekhmet recognized that there was something wrong with her mother, and in turn wrong with her. With near constant hounding, argument after argument about what really happened, Naunet faltered.
Creatures of the night, every fairytale version of the story mocked to bits and pieces. Sekhmet was no longer a creation of art, perfected and sculpted by the hands of those who raised her. Instead, she was a creature that belonged to everything cursed, hunted down in many stories and called to be the symbols of dreadful things. Despite her prodding, despite every chance she had to back away, she felt disgusted. She had wanted an answer, and with that answer she no longer did find pleasure in such prodding. Something tainted was she, a disgusting monster — hardly a monster at all, between the groups of monster and man, the horrible inbetween of something she hated.
Sekhmet turned to alternative means as she grew older, past this experience. She took on more arts, took on as much as she could to calm her mind. Muggle religion, Catholicism, anything to believe herself pure. Talk of redeeming sins, reducing the monstrous frame to nothing more than a fragment of her imagination. Sekhmet grew obsessed with this mindset, the belief that she could be saved, redeemed, lingering so deeply in her mind until it was all she could imagine. With her damned form and the intensity of who she was becoming, this obsession grew into a more realistic appearance, taking the look of shrouded figures of white, blinding frames steering Sekhmet's eyes away.
With Naunet's reclusive attitude, and the corruption of Sekhmet's own, parties and social events dwindled down slowly. Astennu still travelled to perform at events unlike his own, but those hosted in the large ballroom of their manor paused, left in the creaking silence that Sekhmet had never known. Melancholy returned in the form of brooding, rather than the pieces her father would play.
Not long after, from the eligible age, a dukun made the latest appearance in her life. The request to join Tenusa, and the breaking of such an aggressive silence. Sekhmet had initially wanted to reject it, wanted to stay at her home and mope about such a damning change to her life, but the insistence of her parents forced her hand. The desperation of their tones, emotions aflurry; Sekhmet had never been one to stay stoic when toyed with.
And thus, her pitiful educational journey began. So much for moping.
First Magic:
Reducio
Between the lines of seven to eight, and Sekhmet's subsequent understanding of how lacking her family was in the scale of pureblood lines began the downward spiral of a destructive event.
Such a prominent disgust disguised beneath perfection and poise did not take long to bubble over. Sekhmet had always been so driven by her emotions, driven by the need to express everything and anything on her mind, that the mere idea of keeping such a disdain to herself made her sick to her stomach more than once. To burden her the ones she cared for would be to burden herself further, but to remain opaque against the thrumming of her mind everytime she was reminded of her title frustrated her to no ends.
One day, after a particularly nasty one-sided mental argument with her father, and noting his lack of reaction to what obviously should have been known given her definitely upset expression, Sekhmet was furious. It had all boiled into the point of being a black tar, sticking to everything she imagined. While art had typically been her outlet, the destruction of something she made poorly calming her down in most instances, just one was not enough.
Nothing had ever been enough for her.
The anger, frustration at her father's deadset focus on his piano rather than his obviously upset daughter, all muddled into something violent. With nothing more than the red clouding her eyes, obscured from how ridiculous her emotions were, Sekhmet's emotions had already struck too far. Every clay structure she had made, cured and dried, crumbled beneath whatever intensity she had created. When her mind had cleared, frightened by the sudden volume, all she could see was the remnants of her creations and the disappointment on her mother's face as she walked in to assess the damages.
Such a prominent disgust disguised beneath perfection and poise did not take long to bubble over. Sekhmet had always been so driven by her emotions, driven by the need to express everything and anything on her mind, that the mere idea of keeping such a disdain to herself made her sick to her stomach more than once. To burden her the ones she cared for would be to burden herself further, but to remain opaque against the thrumming of her mind everytime she was reminded of her title frustrated her to no ends.
One day, after a particularly nasty one-sided mental argument with her father, and noting his lack of reaction to what obviously should have been known given her definitely upset expression, Sekhmet was furious. It had all boiled into the point of being a black tar, sticking to everything she imagined. While art had typically been her outlet, the destruction of something she made poorly calming her down in most instances, just one was not enough.
Nothing had ever been enough for her.
The anger, frustration at her father's deadset focus on his piano rather than his obviously upset daughter, all muddled into something violent. With nothing more than the red clouding her eyes, obscured from how ridiculous her emotions were, Sekhmet's emotions had already struck too far. Every clay structure she had made, cured and dried, crumbled beneath whatever intensity she had created. When her mind had cleared, frightened by the sudden volume, all she could see was the remnants of her creations and the disappointment on her mother's face as she walked in to assess the damages.
Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes
Is your character a Duelist? No
Stats:
Reducio
STA 8 | EVA 8 | STR 4 | WIS 0 | ARC 0 | ACC 10
Special Race/Ability:
Reducio
"I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood,
In the eyes of judgement, deliberate precision, Naunet was under their gaze.
Raised in a family of supposed prophets, frauds who pretended to predict the future, Naunet knew most of her life was under the idea of a false knowledge. Repeat after repeat, the falsities of whom she would be continued on. Were she to be rich? Wedded to a man? Or were she to fall at the feet of corruption and find herself clinging to the desperate hope that her situation would get better? None of these ideas particularly enticed her, for more reasons than one, and she knew that.
While never actively pursuing a defined magical education aside from private tutoring by only the finest of witches according to her family, Naunet became refined in the ideals of perfection. Every brushstroke was deliberate, the sound of doors and windows clicking shut at night. Everything was ideal, never out of place for her. She was the prized daughter, something to be won later on, to be bargained off as a perfect little prize. But Naunet wasn't perfect, and the thrill of summer love got a hold on her against whatever will her family would place.
Astennu, son of yet another pureblood family, just a year older than she at a ripe age of 17. A charming man, throughout all his intensive rants and discussions on the intricacies of music and how much he loved it. The promise for him to show her how beautiful it was.
And she believed him. Careless, foolish girl. No matter all the training to be perfect, no matter becoming something better than her family, she would still fall to the same tricks. Eurydice following Orpheus, returning to the underworld when his love could not handle his urge to turn. In the middle of the night, with careful precision escaping from her window, Naunet had set off. She had been brought out under the guise of a date, of Astennu finally playing for her. Everything had been set up perfectly, every plan, step and detail. She was always so nitpicky with her dates, even if hidden away where her family could not see.
And it was perfect. Small blankets of candlelight, the vague silhouette of a guitar against the shaded lighting, void of the man she had came to meet. Void of silence, too. In the blank of the night, perfection pushed aside with her affections, Naunet's ears were deaf to the threat of danger. Beyond her knowledge, vast against the stretching lands of the clearing in the forest, the insanity of a blood frenzied vampire stood out clear. It was nothing to gawk at, more than the deranged activity of attacking a human, though the violence of it all was something Astennu would recall for longer than he lives. The vampire, so desperate to feed from anything they could get their hands on, had chosen the nearest unsuspecting person — a girl, hardly near of adult age, alone in a clearing surrounded only by candlelight and a lone guitar.
The attack was swift, panicked and desperate. The assault and then the turning, death and recreation, destruction and creation. It was only nights after the attack that Naunet was properly able to recall the events that occurred, able to recall the panicked expression of the man who she was supposed to be going on a date with. For a family of supposed prophets, the concern seemed nowhere near calculated, aunts and uncles teetering close by where Naunet's body lay. Transformation, ruining the perfection of who she was.
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Sekhmet, ever-trusting in her mother and the belief that she would never lie to her, believed wholeheartedly that nothing was wrong. There was nothing wrong in the way that sunlight scorched her skin after long periods wandering the landscape of her home, nor her reflection in the mirror and the gaps of her canines that showed pitifully in the view of it all. So many redflags, so much trust to be put in the paranoid person her mother was slowly becoming.
Naunet was unstable, though. Wholly and intensely. The two, mother and daughter, shared not only vampiric blood as a tie. Where Naunet's paranoia shone through, Sekhmet's anger flared. For the daughter of such typically level-headed people, the passion translated to art was instead directed at uncovering secrets beyond what she needs-
"You're hiding."
"Sekhmet, do not force my hand. You do not need to-"
"Why? For what reason? If there is something wrong with me, speak it. I am not- I do not wish to be lied to, I don't want to see myself as incorrect without knowing the truth. Speak it, I beg."
"Young lady, there are some things you cannot force. Some things that cannot be told."
"And why can they not? What are you hiding that is so criminal? What will be the ruin of me?"
"Everything. Sekhmet, you do not know how to control your tongue. Why should I speak on the fact that my daughter is a monster? Why should I have to ruin you with my own words? You should have just waited, should- Should have let me process. Why must you be just like your father?"
"A monster? Speaking such a way for what?-"
"A monster. You nor I are far from normal. Have you not noticed? That thirst? You are not a human, you are a blood-thirsty creature, and once again I have fallen into the trap of such a being."
And perhaps insistence is not the way to go about things, perhaps the lack of knowledge is more than enough, but the desperate flame, wax wings upon the backs of someone flying too close to the sun, is far more tempting than emptiness. Sekhmet had always been hedonistic, striving for everything she desired, even desperate attempts to know the true origins of her being. This change in information, the knowledge of being something lesser than a human left her mind corrupted, obsessed with this notion of becoming whole again, pure.
I am here now, as you run from me still."
In the eyes of judgement, deliberate precision, Naunet was under their gaze.
Raised in a family of supposed prophets, frauds who pretended to predict the future, Naunet knew most of her life was under the idea of a false knowledge. Repeat after repeat, the falsities of whom she would be continued on. Were she to be rich? Wedded to a man? Or were she to fall at the feet of corruption and find herself clinging to the desperate hope that her situation would get better? None of these ideas particularly enticed her, for more reasons than one, and she knew that.
While never actively pursuing a defined magical education aside from private tutoring by only the finest of witches according to her family, Naunet became refined in the ideals of perfection. Every brushstroke was deliberate, the sound of doors and windows clicking shut at night. Everything was ideal, never out of place for her. She was the prized daughter, something to be won later on, to be bargained off as a perfect little prize. But Naunet wasn't perfect, and the thrill of summer love got a hold on her against whatever will her family would place.
Astennu, son of yet another pureblood family, just a year older than she at a ripe age of 17. A charming man, throughout all his intensive rants and discussions on the intricacies of music and how much he loved it. The promise for him to show her how beautiful it was.
And she believed him. Careless, foolish girl. No matter all the training to be perfect, no matter becoming something better than her family, she would still fall to the same tricks. Eurydice following Orpheus, returning to the underworld when his love could not handle his urge to turn. In the middle of the night, with careful precision escaping from her window, Naunet had set off. She had been brought out under the guise of a date, of Astennu finally playing for her. Everything had been set up perfectly, every plan, step and detail. She was always so nitpicky with her dates, even if hidden away where her family could not see.
And it was perfect. Small blankets of candlelight, the vague silhouette of a guitar against the shaded lighting, void of the man she had came to meet. Void of silence, too. In the blank of the night, perfection pushed aside with her affections, Naunet's ears were deaf to the threat of danger. Beyond her knowledge, vast against the stretching lands of the clearing in the forest, the insanity of a blood frenzied vampire stood out clear. It was nothing to gawk at, more than the deranged activity of attacking a human, though the violence of it all was something Astennu would recall for longer than he lives. The vampire, so desperate to feed from anything they could get their hands on, had chosen the nearest unsuspecting person — a girl, hardly near of adult age, alone in a clearing surrounded only by candlelight and a lone guitar.
The attack was swift, panicked and desperate. The assault and then the turning, death and recreation, destruction and creation. It was only nights after the attack that Naunet was properly able to recall the events that occurred, able to recall the panicked expression of the man who she was supposed to be going on a date with. For a family of supposed prophets, the concern seemed nowhere near calculated, aunts and uncles teetering close by where Naunet's body lay. Transformation, ruining the perfection of who she was.
———————
Sekhmet, ever-trusting in her mother and the belief that she would never lie to her, believed wholeheartedly that nothing was wrong. There was nothing wrong in the way that sunlight scorched her skin after long periods wandering the landscape of her home, nor her reflection in the mirror and the gaps of her canines that showed pitifully in the view of it all. So many redflags, so much trust to be put in the paranoid person her mother was slowly becoming.
Naunet was unstable, though. Wholly and intensely. The two, mother and daughter, shared not only vampiric blood as a tie. Where Naunet's paranoia shone through, Sekhmet's anger flared. For the daughter of such typically level-headed people, the passion translated to art was instead directed at uncovering secrets beyond what she needs-
"You're hiding."
"Sekhmet, do not force my hand. You do not need to-"
"Why? For what reason? If there is something wrong with me, speak it. I am not- I do not wish to be lied to, I don't want to see myself as incorrect without knowing the truth. Speak it, I beg."
"Young lady, there are some things you cannot force. Some things that cannot be told."
"And why can they not? What are you hiding that is so criminal? What will be the ruin of me?"
"Everything. Sekhmet, you do not know how to control your tongue. Why should I speak on the fact that my daughter is a monster? Why should I have to ruin you with my own words? You should have just waited, should- Should have let me process. Why must you be just like your father?"
"A monster? Speaking such a way for what?-"
"A monster. You nor I are far from normal. Have you not noticed? That thirst? You are not a human, you are a blood-thirsty creature, and once again I have fallen into the trap of such a being."
And perhaps insistence is not the way to go about things, perhaps the lack of knowledge is more than enough, but the desperate flame, wax wings upon the backs of someone flying too close to the sun, is far more tempting than emptiness. Sekhmet had always been hedonistic, striving for everything she desired, even desperate attempts to know the true origins of her being. This change in information, the knowledge of being something lesser than a human left her mind corrupted, obsessed with this notion of becoming whole again, pure.
I am here now, as you run from me still."
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? Accepted normally...... cause its after 2024 if I read correctly... Unfortunately I may be illiterate...
that should be everything perchance
Approved