Archer Duncan † Third Year † Slytherin
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I am not even singed. My wings are untouched. You use them for everything, except flight.
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Archer Duncan † Third Year † Slytherin
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I am not even singed. My wings are untouched. You use them for everything, except flight.
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Archer Duncan † Third Year † Slytherin
stamina. 10 | evasion. 10 | strength. 1 | wisdom. 9 | arcpower. 9 | accuracy. 14
sports wins: x
Statistically Relevant (+2 ACC). Evasive Maneuvers. Spell Spread.
year IV. year V. year VI. year VII. [/size]
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Archer Duncan † Third Year † Slytherin
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| A.T.D |  physical ──────────────────────────────── slender frame; long-limbed & -haired; eye rolls ──────────────────────────────── "But instead, it was a boy he didn’t recognise, tall and stiff-looking, hovering nearby like he wasn’t quite sure he belonged on the same plane of existence as everyone else." - Cassian Montelise Byrne Reducio HAIR: a very dark brown that borders on black, yet the hue is more dull than rich. In slight waves though not particularly soft. Considered long for a boy, it falls in locks to his shoulders. His best comb is absentminded finger-raking, and consequently, it can be fairly dishevelled. It can be impulsively cut short when depressed, a choice often met with regret. VISAGE: his complexion is pale, and a starburst of freckles is often visible across his cheeks and nose in the summertime. Archer's face is angular, all sharp lines and the softness he had grown out of, added to by a tall and narrow nose and strong-set brows. He has hazel eyes, mostly brown and with flecks of gold and olive. Inherited from his mother and always a key to his emotions, it is his favourite feature. FORM & CONDUCT: Archer is tall and lanky, and clearly still had not quite grown into his teenage body. Lean and thin, his muscles show not because of strength but a lack of flesh otherwise. His posture is rigid at times, fluid at others, but he tries to carry himself with grace even under pressure. He moves fast, and with a short patience does not like to wait for those slower than him. WARDROBE: Archer's style, if one could call it that, could be described as "adventure academia", a combination of v-neck sweaters and adventure-ready coats. His clothes are almost always scruffy, and certainly not necessarily artfully so. Not a fan of jewellery, the only piece Archer wears is a locket on his neck bought in Lyon, charmed to reveal the person on one's mind if rubbed. Archer does not wear cologne. VOICE: Archer's voice is not smooth, but not grating either. It carries a slight undertone of a rasp or burn. He does not speak loudly, nor quietly, but tries to with firm purpose. Not warm, though he does not go out of his way to make it cold. He had always hated his singing voice, but in fact it is akin to certain styles of rock. OTHER: one can often spot nicks, shallow wounds, and bruises on Archer's skin. Usually dealt with magic although sometimes he can prove too lazy to treat them, none are major and are usually results of careless exploration, duelling missteps, or mishandling of a knife. His handedness is his left hand, and despite attempts at training his right hand, only failure ensued. |
A.D. |  mental ──────────────────────────────── withdrawn; pensive; unpredictable dualities ──────────────────────────────── "He seemed akin to a tortured poet— late-night walks, a crow taking flight, and ink dripping down a thought-filled journal" - Elena Clark Reducio PERSONALITY: selfish, vindictive, sometimes verging on manipulative, and valuing strength above all else, Archer has made a pact with himself to show no weakness. He is sullen and defensive, growing easily agitated in the presence of others and unafraid to stand up for himself with brutality. His own company is often preferred, whether spent training in the duelling room or pored over papers in the library. Loyalty is a fickle term for the boy, both without any qualms for a sudden betrayal or eager to do anything to please those whom he idolises. He, prone to either an unnatural coldness or sudden bouts of lashing out, is as unpredictable as he is hostile, after having been thrown into the twirling, turning tempests of life himself. Those who wrong him rarely get a second chance, for forgiveness is difficult but forgetting is impossible. Trusting little, faith from Archer is a difficult gift, but once given, an all-encompassing one. Rigid to his own ideals, flexibility is not his strong suit, yet all the same this proves his lack of gullibility, always sticking to his own values even if the way he shows them often fluctuates violently. Hardworking often to a point of obsession, answers is the only valuable currency to the boy with a honed yet troubled intellect and he will do anything to find them. A deep-rooted desire to understand and comprehend everything in a linear, scientific manner, even if they are the deepest of emotions, proves to be his flaw. Cold and calculating, the trait naturally learnt from his mother's field of natural philosophy had taught him to be precise and concise, which reflects in his speech and treatment of others. Fully able to provide respect where he deems deserving of it, he will do anything for those he approves of. Archer is very much a person who devotes himself to ideals, for like the themes in literature that has been how he had always understood the world, for better or for worst. He is as messy as he is dramatic, often harbouring unhealthy habits, from the trivial staying up late to treating people as if they were more specimens than peers. Although always seeking to be in control, even if his authority is not voiced, he has little organisation, both referring to the state of his dormitory and psyche. Often tunnel visioned facing his hyperfixations, he can come off as careless for anything and everything else. For the amount of effort he pools into his interest Archer is stubborn when the discussion falls to them, and stands by his own well-reasoned ideas firmly, not taking no for answers. It will always be his passion to discuss them, yet he is a by with little patience and sometimes holds himself too highly. Archer Duncan is not a duality, two binaries that sometimes collide, but rather a spectrum of colours, and, at his most extreme of times, verging onto the two polar sides. |
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I am not even singed. My wings are untouched. You use them for everything, except flight.
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Archer Duncan † Third Year † Slytherin
Praying straight to God that maybe, you'll come around
| I do not like to think of my early childhood before adolescence, not because there are painful memories attached but for quite the opposite reason; it serves as a reminder of all the blessings I no longer have. I was born on the Isle of Skye, and as it had been described to me, on a dreary night of storms less than an hour before midnight marked it Christmas day. The house was an empty one, they said, before the baby wailed into the night. As I progressed into childhood I was told I was governed by reason yet acted on emotions, and although to this day I am still not quite certain what that means and whether or not it was meant as a compliment, I do believe them when they said it made me a perfect combination of my parents. |
A. T. D. |  (home never existed) |
Said parents loved me greatly: another luxury I cannot afford to experience today. My mother was Marguerite Duncan, whom you may have heard from the positive outlets of her nature publications or self-taught adventures, or perhaps from the negative outlets of her François family scandals. I, like the innocent little child I was tagged along to whichever explorations spanned the great Scottish Highlands, and beyond, from Taika to Winnipeg. She made me Cullen Skink. However you or I think of her ceased to matter on my thirteenth birthday. She perished in a fire.
My father is Atticus Duncan, an author whose books you may have found under bestsellers in a bookshop. Once. This man reached his literary prime in his twenties. Yet, while my mother was alive and he not severely depressed, loved me. I watched as he put imagination into words and bestowed life upon characters with a flick of a quill. He wrote sonnets for me. While my begetter is still alive, I hesitate to call him any other title beyond this strictly biological one. To think of it, I clung to them like a little barnacle. No wonder their absence hurts so much today.
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I don't have a clear memory of my first instance, but I was told I had a penchant for magic even at a young age. Perhaps it was an encounter with a chizpurfle, my father recalled, when we were still on talking, loving terms. I had attempted to banish one from the man's office, and before my very eyes, it disintegrated into dust instead. That story has now been told far too many times over butterbeer and roasts, and as much as I miss the man who used to be my father, I do not miss hearing the tale.
Yet I was a lonely child. Still am, no doubt. Before my state education I grew up largely without the conventional definition of friends. I was homeschooled, and I, to put it slightly, lived in the middle of nowhere. True, the Isle was not too much in size, but my family and I have never found need for exceeded outside socialisation. However, I was not incontent. My "friends", if you will, lived in the universes of literature. Another pleasure, I must add, taken away from my life was my companion Scout, my coonhound whom I will never forgive my father for giving away.
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A. T. D. | I adored my life, I suppose. It was simple, secluded, removed from the usual pure-blood experience of heirs and balls. I was satisfied with my father's ink and my mother's soup. Call it everything I could ever ask for. I wasn't aware an action as simple as putting words onto parchment would bring me as much fury and pain, but that heat in my chest is certainly one of indignation. How unfair of a fate this is to that small child of 2023, boarding an express to what he hoped to be a good future. (the beginning of the attempts at a memoir, drafts now lost under his bed, 04/09/25) |
Cause you were the only one I was never scared to tell I hurt.
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I am not even singed. My wings are untouched. You use them for everything, except flight.
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Archer Duncan † Third Year † Slytherin
| A.T.D |  plot I: bare branches, empty sky ──────────────────────────────── black-and-white photos and the absence of warmth ──────────────────────────────── "It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things." - Lemony Snicket Reducio prologue I: Breakfast with the Reaper, Professor's Office (Divination), the Fault in Our Stars chapter 1: With Singed Wings chapter 2: Notes from the Passed chapter 3: Down the Drain chapter 4: Embers of Spring chapter 5 : Tracking down Memories |
A. T. D. |  plot II: the gravity of flight ──────────────────────────────── spectrums have never been so colourlessful ──────────────────────────────── "It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative—whichever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it." - Sylvia Plath Reducio prologue: Hymns of a Haunted Mind chapter 1: Drowning on Dry Land chapter 2: ARE WE HAVING FUN YET?, Osmosis, Totally Safe Explorations, Losing my Mind and my  chapter 3: A History of Violence |
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| x | x | star cross'd nemeses Reducio chapter 1: Friend or Foe chapter 2: Their Song chapter 3: Duncunt Volentum Fata, Nolentum Trahunt chapter 4: Memento Mori; Memento Vivere chapter 5: Notes from the Passed chapter 5.5: S. N. O. G. chapter 6: Burned and Bruised Egos, Bad Decisions (which will most certainly have repercussions) chapter 7: Chaos chapter 8: Divisive Action |
x | spin the bottle, wreck the bottle Reducio tba |
x | to be a viridian viper Reducio chapter 1: Slytherin v Ravenclaw: Match 7 chapter 2: Hufflepuff vs Slytherin: Match 4 , Burned and Bruised Egos chapter 3: Ravenclaw vs Slytherin: Match 6 chapter 4: Osmosis, Bitterer than Coffee |
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| A. D. | Third Year [solo] Untitled 14| Atticus Duncan | 01/07/25 @ carriage "Not an experience I want to relive. Discovered how selfish, entitled, and absolutely bitchy excuse of a dad my father could be. I do not care for him, I do not care how he had the heart to burn my mother's things and why he thought it would be best for him moving forward. I just want him to know that he had absolutely no right doing so, and certainly no right to not be at least apologetic. I do not think I was in the right for my actions, but he certainly wasn't either. I do not have plans of interacting with him unless need be before this is resolved." [ongoing] Drowing on Dry Land| Maria Leung de Almeida | summer camp @ London Quidditch Stadium "Whatever the hell is a panic attack, that seemed to be what I had. Racing thoughts. Overstimulation. Overload. Overwhelming. Everything was so fucking overwhelming. I felt trapped, in a cage. I can't describe it in words, but I just remember wanting everything to go away. Then... came the ice and a girl in black and perhaps, as my body cooled, it really did go away." [✓] Face Card| Prat Pass | summer camp @ Prat's Booth "I had never been anything close to art before. Even if this experience did not involve spells, it was one of the most magical ones of this year. Now hangs in my room." [ongoing] Fluttering Plumage| Theophilus Castellano | 01/09/25 @ Hogwarts Express "I was not having the best first day but somehow the notion of a young first year wet behind the years looking up to me was so amusing it bettered it. I have no idea, why, anyone, for the love of Merlin, would consider me an appropriate role model, but apparently more than I think. He's just too innocent for me to blindly lead him in the wrong direction. My cat and his owl are still alive, at least." [ongoing] Symphonies of the Troubled| Evpraksiya Vinogradova | 01/09/25 @ Rehearsal Room "My first tutor for piano... well, I have a lot of words for Matthew Campbell. However, I see this for a chance to restart my relationship with the instrument, and hopefully get to know the virtuoso herself better." [ongoing] Are We Having Fun Yet?| Silas Norwood, Livia Machiavariani, Taliesin Annwyn| 02/09/25 @ Slytherin Common Room "Hell yes, I was having fun. For the first time so early into the school year, perhaps for the first time ever since Christmas last year. New friends, a gaggle of underclassmen, and a ball that who would turn out to be my boss decided to make a bomb. It is still a mystery to me how I managed to enjoy my life so much, but I shall be grateful it and stop asking questions, so that being said.... Unparalleled second day back." [ongoing] Osmosis| Maelys Delarosa | 03/09/25 @ Duelling Club "Finally learnt why some people can grow to love this sport, any sport, as much. Duelling finally made me feel the power it should have on my first day, and from that, or perhaps fuelling that, was a confidence I had never experienced. For once, the concept that someone was watching me only bettered the experience." [ongoing] Totally Safe Explorations| Anastasia Blackwood-Varney | 06/09/25 @ Forbidden Forest "I cannot really explain how I ended up in the Forbidden Forest. Far too much energy to burn, far too little places to burn it within the walls of Hogwarts. Of course, reckless, hungry for exploration, and so fidgety for the first time in class, the one place I was disallowed to venture into beckoned me to, and soon enough, I found myself climbing up a tree, only to run into someone familiar out of all things. I don't know which is worse: that or a giant spider." [ongoing] Losing my Mind and My | Blaize Valerian, Pip, & Zeno | 08/09/25 @ Archer's dorm"Far too energetic for my own good. In fact, after the events of last year, that was surprising. What was even more surprising was how it led to a conversation with a boy seemingly innocent, and in fact, Blaize holds the record for being the first and only person I allowed in my room without intentions to kill them. (There is only one person I refer to, I am not a serial killer.)" [ongoing] A History of Violence| Gabriele Ricci-Armani | 03/09/25 @ Library "What an absolutely fucking disaster. I don't know how I was having the best time of my life for the last two weeks or so but suddenly I was not, because suddenly the demon-incarnate had to ruin everything. For once, for once in my entire falling-apart-life, I was feeling some kind of joy, some kind of energy, and of course, absolutely of course, the universe did not sit well with it. So here I am, lamenting, and writing in a new notebook with all my wold records lost. Apparently supposed to fuel some perverted sense of romance, but just drawing me even further away from the thought of it." [ongoing] Bitterer Than Coffee| Ara Villa | Mid-September @ Duelling Club "Duelling can somehow make me feel so high up on the world and sometimes so low. Now that I understand why people love the sport, I also know with more clarity why others hate it. I know I do not lack athletic competence; in fact I get more validation from my captain than I deserve, but it is a deadly cycle I cannot think myself out of." [ongoing] Exodus| Prat Pass | October @ Archer & Prat's dormitory tba [ongoing] Tearstained Hisses| Elena Clark | Autumn @ library tba [ongoing] Tracking down Memories| Howard White | Exeat Weekend @ White & Co. "Howard White was... not who I expected. Still, he was a colleague of my mother's, and I respect him, not in spite of, but perhaps because of his young age. I still treasure that map he had in his office. " Reducio pre-Hogwarts Innocence, joy, everything I now lack. Seems as if Hogwarts is the true curse. Putting myself out of my comfort zone had always been a hard never. Yes, I climbed trees, and rocks, and buildings, but I was always with someone I trusted and loved. The thought of going through Hogwarts crossed my mind, but I was glad my early childhood had been devoid of that burden. Reducio [✓] Mountains of Eriophorum| Charlotte Winfield | 01/04/22 @ Isle of Skye "Stranger danger, is what they say. I, after all, I was not a very social person, nor was I, and probably still am I, good at socialisation. However, there was something about a lost girl showing up outside my front gates that bonded us. Perhaps it was our discussions of literature, or of the future, but we... clicked, if you will, and promised to maintain a friendship when school would inevitably roll around." [X] I'm the Problem, it's Me | Arianna Swann & family | 23/07/23 @ Swann Manor "I admit, I was rather out of my comfort zone at the pureblood gathering, and for that matter, at any pureblood gathering. Arianna, however, longtime childhood friend of mine, managed to slightly un-dull the experience through her dramatic sarcasm. She can be a lot to deal with, but I enjoy her company, however bratty. First Year What I certainly could not describe my first year as was a whirlwind. While others seem to think of their's as that: productivity, new experiences, socialisation, I missed out on everything and instead chose to be a, for lack of a better word, wallflower. Not one that bloomed prettily either. I had my fair share of arguments, and they seemed to have stemmed from petty causes, but in hindsight, I should have done more with those critical first semesters. Reducio [✓] Fated Reunion | Charlotte Winfield | 26/09/23 @ great hall "And so, as destiny must have intended, I crossed paths once more with Charlotte Winfield, through our shared fatigue and the unlikely occurrence of the both of us being sorted into the very house we least suspected. At least it proved to me whatever promises we made each other years ago weren't empty ones." [✓] Friend or Foe | Arianna Swann & Matthew Campbell | 26/09/23 @ DADA classroom "A disastrous relationship must commence with a disastrous start. Perhaps in some other universe, Matthew and I could have been friends. We seemed so similar, in both appearance and personality, so easily fitting together, yet in a spur of wrong person, wrong time, we started off on the wrong foot, a wrong foot that formed an entire wrong body. Arianna's blood prejudice and malicious words didn't help much either." (Followed by: Having a Bad Day? Why not Explore a bit?) [X] Having a Bad Day? Why not Explore a bit? | Quinn Root | 26/09/23 @ grounds "Nature had always helped calm me. Not, not just nature. Nature and the presence of my mother. Pity I did not have her at Hogwarts, especially when I needed her most, and while the odd girl I met on the grounds certainly could never stand in for her, she was another calming presence." (Continued from: Friend or Foe) [✓] Their Song | Matthew Campbell & Ophelia Northwell | 14/11/23 @ rehearsal room "I was tentative when I saw Matthew Campbell was the one sat at the piano, yet for some reason, and I have no idea what in this fine earth, I decided to take a chance and start building the bridge towards friendship. I must have been so naive then. Instead, as one could expect, it only furthered our tension and led to hatred. Perhaps, from then on there, I should have given up altogether." [✓] Adrift & Docked | Maximilien De Fostoncy | 29/12/23 @ bookshop, antique shop, café, Lyon "I am uncertain where to begin with Maxi and I's relationship, but I suppose logically this would be the only one. As trite as it may seem fate works in mysterious ways, and as much as it had pissed me off, it also brought me to some of my closest relationships. There were never any bumps or doubts, just from the very beginning, a connection bonded through a shared love for poetry that expanded to the arts, to romanticism, and to our emotions." [✓] Dance the Night Away | Violet Rohr | Spring @ rehearsal room "Ghost. Phantom. Girl. I am still uncertain what the figure I saw dancing that day actually is. I now know, at least, she is a human in flesh and bone, but she certainly does not feel that way in my memory. Sometimes, I question if that waltz so close to witching hour was actually a dream or not. So surreal, perhaps it would have been better as one." [X] The Art of Introduction | Liberal Arts Society | Spring @ room of requirement "The Liberal Arts Society was fun while it lasted, and our first meeting was certainly helpful to boosting my confidence and interactions around larger crowds of people. In hindsight, the notion of codenames still amuse me." [X] Esoterica | Pericles Dralt | 06/04/24 @ library "Discussion of esoteric topics with an upperclassmen and possible links in our family's relationships. Pleasurable way to spend an afternoon and I do not have much more to say beyond that." [✓] Breakfast with the Reaper | multiple | 28/04/24 @ great hall "Seeing the Reaper, the Black Dog, whatever it was in my teacup that caused me to panic. Soon, there was crashing porcelain, people rushing over, and I was overwhelmed with the thought of death. I was, what, eleven? Twelve? All I know is far too young, but I suppose nothing could stop the tides of fate." (Followed by: Professor's Office (Divination)) [✓] Professor's Office (Divination) | Sereia Clairmont | 29/04/24 @ Divination Office "Even to this day, I was uncertain how to feel about that visit to Professor Clairmont's office. To be blunt, she was wrong, and it only added to my guilt knowing that perhaps I should have been the one. I should have been the one and if only she was correct... I suppose nature works in ways of karma, and one life must be exchanged for another. As cruel as it all is." (Continued from: Breakfast with the Reaper) Second Year I thought my second year would have been so good. I started as a duellist and a Headliner member. I was on the Autumn Ball planning team. I made friends, I had a pet, I was even smoothing out my relationship with Matthew. All of that, however, was until my mother died, of course. Then, from days on end spent in bed to not eating enough to worsening grades, my second year became nothing short of misery. Reducio [✓] Duncant Volentum Fata, Nolentum Trahunt | Matthew Campbell | 01/09/24 @ Hogwarts Express "Fate is a bitch and I cannot agree with that statement more. Because if Matthew Campbell hadn't been late, if he hadn't happened to just have been right outside my compartment, and if we had some sense in ourselves to ignore each other, maybe everything would have ended a lot better. How would you react being shoved into a compartment for eight hours with the boy you hate the most? I suppose at the time I should have thanked fate, yet now I only hate her more for bringing my hopes up only to deliver hatred." [✓] The Fault in our Stars | Anastasia Blackwood-Varney | 07/09/24 @ astronomy tower "Who wouldn't feel suffocated in the depths of the Slytherin Dungeons? I am unashamed to not be raising my hand at that. Instead, I found solace on top of astronomy tower, surveying over the rest of the school as the cool autumn breeze tousled my already-messy hair. I also found solace in the form of a person, and I while I would not get to know her well, it seemed as if I knew everything about her. How odd. Left with a strange emotion in my chest." (Followed by: Memento Mori; Memento Vivere) [ongoing] Memento Mori; Memento Vivere | Matthew Campbell | 07/09/24 @ Great Lake "I admit I might not have been in the best place of mind when I decided to drag my ex-arch-nemesis out of his sleep and subject him to midnight swimming, but I could not explain how I felt that night when I did such an irrational action. Part of my heart soared in the belief that we could, in fact, after all these 'trials and tribulations' be friends. Now I have learnt to shut out that part of my heart." [event] Gala of Mysteries | none | 19/10/24 @ great hall "I do not have much to say. This was the first event I have hosted and probably will be the last." [duel]Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw: Match 7 | Matthew Campbell, Ernest Baird, Ravenclaw opponents | 27/10/24 @ duelling club "For my first duel, it was surprisingly successful. Of course, I dealt with my nerves and anxiety, and perhaps I had never quite overcome that that day, but I still cannot believe how I did not even get a single scrape on myself. I dodged every spell shot at me while hitting my own squarely, and nothing, absolutely nothing went wrong. If not for this early success, Merlin, perhaps I would have quitted this damned sport entirely. [ongoing] Party for a Purist | Falentra Black | 9/11/24 @ Black Manor "I, for the record, went on the insistence of my father, back when I still had respected him and did what he asked of me. There, I met the Black heiress, and was surprised by her kindness. Perhaps this will grow into something more than just a fleeting meeting." [ongoing] With Singed Wings | Marguerite & Atticus Duncan | 24/12/24 @ holiday home & surrounding areas, Lyon "So I must talk about this? I do not even know where to begin with this. Perhaps, all I can say is, this was the day my life changed, utterly and completely and certainly not for the better. It was supposed the perfect day. It should have been the perfect day. Thirteenth birthday. Rite into teenhood. Black forest cake. It would have been the perfect day if not for death to rob it from me, if not for death to rob my mother from me, my mother, the star, the sun, the very light of my life. I will never be over her, I will never move on, and I certainly will never forgive, not Fate for taking her away from me, not father for being so slow in his action, and above all, I will never, ever forgive myself. This guilt will be one I have to live with for the rest of all eternity." [ongoing]Notes from the Passed | Matthew Campbell | 12/01/25 @ rehearsal room "Matthew Campbell. I certainly never expected to find comfort in him. Should never have been stupid enough to believe it was real either. But in that moment, when misery was the only melody I knew, he was something I could have held onto. It feels pathetic really, now looking back on it, that the only person I could have counted on in such a terrible moment of grief was the boy that was once supposed to be my enemy. Yet he was there, and I think, despite everything I will say to him afterwards, I owe him for that day." [ongoing]Hymns of a Haunted Mind | Meiyu Xiang | 23/01/25 @ library "I'm not sure how to describe this encounter with Meiyu. We understood each other on much deeper level than just the exchange of love for literature. Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde did not dominate the centre of our conversation and I think we both know it. I am not a broken boy, and she is not a broken girl, but we are cracked, and perhaps like puzzle pieces that helped us fit together? I think I am still spiralling...." [ongoing] Death is the Mother of Beauty | Aurelia Valentine | 30/01/25 @ library "Yet another conversation that sparked thoughts, not good ones either. Aurelia... she may be close to my age but she is still a child, an innocent child and it is the best for her to stay that way. She treats fiction exactly as it should be treated: not real, it's themes not connecting to the real world and she certainly staying safe and sound. Wish I could still have that sort of privileged viewpoint. [event] S.N.O.G. | house of Slytherin | 01/02/25 @ Matthew's dorm, Regulus "If not for Zeno, quite a few things would never have happened, and this certainly was one of them. I, for thirteen years of my life, had been a professional wallflower, but of course, my little devil of a cat had to drag me into a party of all things, and one ran by Matthew Campbell of all people. Although it apparently descended into poisoning and me being, well, drunk, I must admit it was highly enjoyable while it lasted." [duel] Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin: Match 4 | Matthew Campbell, Draven Mirador, Hufflepuff opponents | 09/02/25 @ duelling club "That was not a disaster, that was a fucking butchery. First of all, who the fuck thought it would be a good idea to pair second years against fifth years? Second of all, I should have been granted time away from competitions after the incident. However, perhaps it did contribute to a numbness that led to strategical clarity, even if I had no idea what was going on in my turmoiled heart. The only one left standing, I was alone, and I was scared, but at least I went down fighting. (Followed by: Burned and Bruised Egos) [✓]Burned and Bruised Egos | Draven Mirador & Matthew Campbell | 09/02/25 @ hospital wing "Matthew, Draven, and I woke up in the hospital wing to pain, negativity, and whole lot of bullshit. After that defeat, I'm certain neither of us three were in the mood for anything, and of course, when I began making points with validity, Matthew turned it on me as pointing fingers. Of course, I knew whatever 'friendship' wouldn't last. Any sort of fellowship in a team wouldn't either." (Continued from & followed by: Burned and Bruised Egos & Bad Decisions (which will most certainly have repercussions)) [ongoing]Bad Decisions (which will most certainly have repercussions) | Draven Mirador, Keiran Kith, Matthew Campbell | 09/02/25 @ Draven & Keiran's dorm, Rugulus "The familiar frenemy of alcohol. Well, we decided to pay drinks a visit. The smartest idea? Hell no. Momentary relief? Perhaps. Do I regret it? Yes. Would I have not done it? Yes. Well, did it anyway, it happened, whatever. I'm not exactly proud of myself." (Continued from: Burned and Bruised Egos) [✓] Down the Drain | Sebastian Drake & Prat Pass | 17/03/25 @ boy's lavatories "I have now learnt, the 'hard way', as they call it, that cutting my hair is surefire sign of depression. My long hair is apparently a signature look, yet as a response to overwhelming emotions, I cut it. This bitch of a boy decided to insult me at one of my lowest and thank God Prat was there. Otherwise I'm not sure what I would have done. [ongoing] Embers of Spring | Maximilien de Fostoncy | 30/03/25 @ library "There isn't a lot more I could have said to Maxi than 'I miss you', which I did, and which I did a lot. I admit that when we first met I was not exactly ecstatic, in fact I treated him in every way I should not have, pushed him away because I could not have stood the idea of being weak in front of anyone, even someone I trusted as much as Maxi. I learnt, I think, that if anyone is to see my vulnerabilities, it would be him." [ongoing]Chaos | Colin McCoire, Matthew Campbell, Prat Pass, Adam Boucher | 01/04/25 @ Colin's dorm, Regulus "Trust Colin McCoire to scream blood-curdlingly and summon the entire dormitory. Well, perhaps not entire, but it certainly did summon me, and straight into the wolf's den I went. Inside, I would find, well, namely, chaos, caused by an unknown source, creepy dolls, a lost first year, the slightly-helpful presence of Prat, and of course, Matthew Campbell, who seemed to be everywhere wherever I went. Needless to say, words were exchanged, and whatever could have been salvaged from our relationship went to absolute shit. [ongoing]Petsitters | Atlas Anderson & Sage Willows | April @ courtyard "I, again led my Zeno, met new acquaintances, human and otherwise. Top bonding moment between Zeno and Neo. No as much fun for us as we would scramble to find them." [ongoing]The Garden of Eden | Violeta Roux | 14/04/25 @ grounds "As always, I was more or less of a wallflower in all events even vaguely social, until, though, I was approached by fellow intellect and writer for the Headliner Violeta, who, like all those years ago with Arianna, un-dulled the occasion just enough to make it bearable. Of course, like anything else that proved to be good, it all went up in flames. This time, once more, those flames were very much literal." [ongoing] Divisive Action | Matthew Campbell | 24/04/25 @ Archer's dorm "Trust me, the last person I was expecting to see knocking on my door was Matthew Campbell. Certainly didn't know why I allowed him in. Did we try to make up that day? Not really, and I'm glad we didn't. An end, or perhaps a pause to our relationship, I would still call him by enemy, but certainly not an active one as we decided to draw a curtain of distance between us. Just a graveyard for lost potential, I suppose." [ongoing] Raise a Glass to Freedom | Hanako Tone Tamaki Suoh & Viridian Vipers | 02/05/25 @ Hana's dorm "I decided to join the rest of the Viridian Vipers as we both celebrate (or dread) our upcoming duel and wave goodbye to the duellists leaving next year with graduation. I expected this to be a fun, fairly nonchalant party, but I suppose the Slytherin definition of 'fun' differs from the conventional one. Because, of course, in Slytherin, there is always a side plot of poisoning that seems to be lying around." [ongoing] Crying Stars | Damien Dragonclaw | May @ Astronomy Tower "When relaxing on the astronomy tower and well, slightly abusing my intern privileges, I met a curious boy by the name of Damien, and I felt largely uncomfortable sitting with him, though I am uncertain why. Although he seems unassuming enough, he certainly isn't a Meiyu or Anastasia or Aurelia. The meteor shower is unparalleled, though." [ongoing] Laments of an Insomniac | Samuel Sauber | June @ Potion's Office "I suppose I had been at a loss for options that day and in a need for direction. And Professor Sauber, with all his clinical precision and polished, yet never flowery speech, seemed like the exact person to seek it out from. He helped me, first with the very practical assistance of my potion dependancy and secondly with the providence of advice. I, therefore, respect him." [ongoing] Journalistic (or just human) Integrity | Oonagh Brown | June @ Headliner Office "I had my uncertainties joining everything, and one of those was the extracurricular work of the Hogwarts Headliner. Although I carried two positions I never really exerted myself among my fellow writers, editors, and members on the graphic team. Certainly, if I was meant to reach out to anyone over matters involving the paper, Oonagh Brown was not the person I envisioned." |
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I am not even singed. My wings are untouched. You use them for everything, except flight.
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Archer Duncan † Third Year † Slytherin
"Friend" is not a word that seems to come easily to Archer, but neither is "enemy" for that matter. On matters of relationships he prefers to stay neutral, keeping most dynamics as shallow and fleeting as need be, if only to escape the emotional responsibilities they held. Yet when he truly had the privilege to find a person creating a lasting impact on his life, he treasures the positive and, contrarily, lashes out against the negative.
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family
Duncan, Atticus | despised father: "Perhaps once I loved him, but my begetter is not the same man anymore. He certainly, I am sure, does not love me back, nor does he love my mother. Cold-hearted psychopathic excuse of a father. He should pay my therapy and get some for himself while he's at it."
Duncan, Marguerite | lost mother: "Forever my mother. Forever my light. Forever my best friend. In life. In death. In purgatory. Wherever we may be, I carry a part of her spirit with me and I hope vice versa. I wish we had a forever, or at least longer time before cruel fate pulled us apart with such brutality. I do not accept her death, I will not accept her death, but somehow, I am living with the weight of it. I love you, maman."
Crawford, Ruby | ???
animal companions
Zeno | most beloved feline: "I am unashamed to say Zeno is my best friend. While he has only been at my side for a year, the little devil has somehow found my more favourable side and stayed there, snuggled up under the sunshine. Wise or not, he follows me everywhere, and annoyingly reminds me of my endearment for him everywhere.
Scout | past reminder: "A childhood gift for my sixth (?) birthday, Scout was a friend from the very beginning. Atticus assures me he is happily alive, but I have not seen him in a year now. I miss him, from time to time, but it's fair to say I have grown up and moved on."
impactful dynamics
Campbell, Matthew | distanced nemesis: "A serious misjudge of character, perhaps fault on my part for placing in him the trust he did deserve. I forgave him, he forgave me, and perhaps somewhere along the line of our messy relationship I had prepared to call him a friend. It was not as if I did not try to reconcile. Perhaps our hatred had already been written into the stars and there is no use fighting back."
de Fostoncy, Maximilien | brotherly, kindred spirit: "I am forever grateful for Maxi. It would be shallow for me to simply deem our friendship as one formed on the shared interest of literature. Having seen me through some of my worst times and was yet still always there with his support, there is no other person I would rather talk with for the entire afternoon and into the morning."
Pass, Prat | respected friend, dorm mate: "I recall being uncertain about Prat the first time we met -- after all, he was a boy my age at a high-level position. Of course, I would learn that it was deserved. Although our relationship was first strictly professional through the duelling team, soon a friendship seemed to have formed out of mutual respect. I'm not ashamed to say I idolised him at some points. He deserved it."
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left impressions───────────── Reducio Blackwood-Varney, Anastasia | an enigma: "More mature than she should have been than her fifteen or so years. Our late night talk on the Astronomy Tower still feels surreal, but I could not have denied it was the same girl when I stumbled upon her in the Forbidden Forest. She reminds me of my mother." Castellano, Theophilus | future protégé: "I am uncertain who on this fine earth would consider myself a suitable role model, much less a mentor. Theophilus, however, I feel the need and perhaps desire to humour in this regard." Ricci-Armani, Gabriele | detests: "I rarely hate with such intensity but that son of a bitch deserves ever fucking part of it. Childishly, foolishly, he crashed into a period of my life that actually seemed to be going upwards, only to reveal the light at the end of the tunnel was a train." Sauber, Samuel | consulted professor: "Like many of my peers, I first had mixed opinions on Professor Sauber. Yet as I dealt with struggles regarding my emotions he, with his classic clinical precision, became source of advice I sought that ran deeper than just dependancy on the Sleeping Draught." Xiang, Meiyu | understands: "I am unsure what to speak in regard to her. There is something in our shared sorrow and fear that speaks greater volumes than words." Winfield, Charlotte | academic partner: "An old friend met during my childhood due to slightly amusing circumstances, we bonded over literature and not much else beyond that, certainly not, in my opinion, our emotions, the primary reason why I would no longer deem her as close." fleeting glances Reducio Clairmont, Sereia | conflicted: "I know I should have never believed in the misleading ways of Divination. As helpful as she was, the weight of death over my shoulders and the twist I was faced with did not help me cope." Machavariani, Livia | insightful: "She is certainly refreshing to converse with, and more so playing chess with, even if she seems to be a lot more skilled than I am." Norwood, Silas | amusing: "Silas, in my humble opinion, is just a little boy desperate for attention, but in fact, that makes him highly amusing and therefore, when I'm in a good mood, he's worth keeping around." Roux, Violeta | fellow wallflower: "With all of our shared interests, perhaps we would have grown closer if not for the fire that erupted at the Spring ball." Valentine, Aurelia | literary enthusiast "She sparked certain interesting thoughts in relation to literature, and I will refrain on whether they are positive or otherwise." Vinogradova, Evpraksiya | future mentor: "A godawful pianist. Not Evpraksiya certainly, but I am. Hopefully, as we spend more time in the Rehearsal Room, I could form both better notes and healthier relationship with the instrument." others Reducio ensemble (in no particular order) Taliesin Annwyn, Blaize Valerian, Cassian Montelise Byrne, Damien Dragonclaw, Colin McCoire, Hanako Tone, Bridget Collins, Ara Villa, Mahlioz Evethisawe, Draven Mirador, Keiran Kith, Sebastian Drake, Sage Willows, Atlas Anderson, Ophelia Northwell, Pericles Dralt, Quinn Root, Genevieve Delacourt, Brookline Quinn, Astra Norrick in addition, members of the Headliner and Viridian Vipers 01/09/24 onwards, members of the Hogwarts Liberal Arts Society, Autumn Ball planners of 2024 (unlisted above) to be determined Black, Falentra Leung de Almeida, Maria Maelys Delarosa White, Howard figures of the past Rohr, Violet | phantom, perhaps never existed Swann, Arianna | childhood friend, faded memory |
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Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.
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I am not even singed. My wings are untouched. You use them for everything, except flight.
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Archer Duncan † Third Year † Slytherin
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I am not even singed. My wings are untouched. You use them for everything, except flight.
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Archer Duncan † Third Year † Slytherin
| A | alias: Lavinia/Vin contact: @archexx. on discord owls always open timezone: UTC + 8 thread status: open, fairly unselective reply speed: under a week word count: 500~2k | will most likely match interests: linguistics, literature, history, philosophy code is made by me | I do not own the pictures |
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| A | Reducio Interaction: Please don't hesitate to reach out with ideas, I'm a friendly person! As long as all interactions and roleplays stay within the site rules and fit my character, I would probably be up for some writing. However, bear in mind that Archer is incredibly, incredibly fickle. Therefore, I cannot make promises beforehand how a relationship or thread will turn out. I am not always the biggest planner in general, but I also don't fancy the "bumping into each other" threads. I prefer something that has purpose for both characters. Writing: Especially since Archer experiences a lot of internal thought, I do not expect word count matching. I normally write in long paragraphs and with heavy description, which, frankly, is just a matter of personal style. You will also often find that I write combat with a mixture of dice rolls, pre-agreed upon hits, and possibilities left open to my partner. In the end, I would rather it be story driven, not numbers driven. Romance: Archer is discovering himself as aromantic asexual. He is still in the exploration stage of his sexuality, meaning I am currently free to do the "awkward rejection" plots where he discovers he feels no romantic attraction to people. At this stage he may still do "romantic" things only to find no interest in them. Another character may always have a crush on him; it will however never be truly requited. Mental Health: Archer struggles with his mental health and suffers from currently undiagnosed issues. While I will not centre threads around them specifically unless that is the point, please be aware that they will most likely be mentioned/symptoms of them will be portrayed, even if it isn't very obvious. Archer also experiences these in episodes, and please keep in mind certain threads may not work at certain times. If you ever feel uncomfortable, please contact me and I will make the appropriate edits. Plans for the Future: Reducio Abilities: Year I: Statistically Relevant (+2 Accuracy) Year II: Evasive Manoeuvres Year III: Spell spread Year IV: Lovely Creature Year V: Animagus Year VI: Terrible Presence Year VII: Lovely Creature Animagus: Animal: Northern Goshawk (Accipiter gentilis) Size: Small Abilities: Flight (2p), Claws (1p), Bite (1p) Stats (distribution of 30p): Accuracy: 10 Evasion: 9 Stamina: 6 Wisdom: 3 Strength: 2 Distinctive Marking: Hazel eyes, unnatural for the species Path 1: Hermit A wizard who has opted to become a recluse in nature. OWLs/NEWTs: none Requires experience as: none info for roleplaying |
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I am not even singed. My wings are untouched. You use them for everything, except flight.
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht
Liliya Starkova| Anthonie Engelbrecht