Emris Hortensia | First Year | Gryffindor
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Character Name: Emris Hortensia
House: Gryffindor
School Year or Adult Level: 1st year, eleven years old
Special race/ talent: werewolf (pending)
Blood status: Pureblood
Wand: 24,9 cm walnut wood and unicorn hair
House: Gryffindor
School Year or Adult Level: 1st year, eleven years old
Special race/ talent: werewolf (pending)
Blood status: Pureblood
Wand: 24,9 cm walnut wood and unicorn hair
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Backstory: The House Hortensia was a displaced assortment of manors comprising several Pureblood families that kept to themselves in the woods of a quiet mountain. Among them, Emris would come up with nine siblings from the branch Praxa Ailanthus. She spent the vast amount of her time with her lazy brother Buddy, who in his head of yellow hair he wore daffodils and for all of his whining and nagging slept the days into passing. They'd become the bane of any conversation, Hortensia. Every son and daughter would turn eventually, every father and mother, aunt and uncle, and although they'd been spoken into myth, the curse of lycanthropy spread like an infection, dissolving their slope of rock into a kennel without bars at the rise of the full moon. The patriarchs of the community were sticklers for ritual and lycanthropy, for centuries, transitioned into a sort of worship. Safety nets were cast, contingencies were designed, havens mapped, detention facilities erected from stone, and by the time Emris came around, an accident hadn't occurred in so far as anyone could summon the memories of. Like her siblings, she fashioned her own camouflage, dying her hair a dark green and braiding them into vines, matting leaves and sticks, splattering mud. She was self-taught in the art of swaying ever so gracefully in the breeze and appearing remarkably like a tree. Buddy could nest in a bush and deal with the aftermath of bugs, she'd mask her scent and go hunting herself. Her Hogwarts letter was met with terrible silence, then choice words that were thrown around and later regretted, and confusion, because in Hortensia's long history only one or two members had received a letter. People just knew their pack enjoyed its solitude, and usually, people were okay with that; leaving them to their devices meant confining one of the world's largest collections of werewolves to a single mountain.
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First Instance of Magic: Emris was the youngest. They were brought up and raised to inherit a simple role. They failed to serve their role well, and rather unprompted, her uncle Lote reprimanded her for her outfit instead to pull attention from her mistake; it was embarrassing, if you knew his intention. He was pitying her. Uncle Lote's footfall aimed nearer, his large hand made the set of her shoulders, and in Emris's hurt, she accidentally willed magic into her surroundings and carved gouge marks into the sides of trees. The magic settled with a hum, she churned snow beneath her boots, and even though she only nicked the surface, Uncle Lote was even more severe in the face.
Stats:
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Stats:
Stamina: 7
Evasion: 1
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 7
ArcPower: 4
Accuracy: 7
(30, special race)
Stamina: 7
Evasion: 1
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 7
ArcPower: 4
Accuracy: 7
(30, special race)
Emris Hortensia | First Year | Gryffindor
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Stats{=30 total / Stamina - 7 | Evasion - 1 | Strength - 4 | Wisdom - 7 | Arcane Power - 4 | Accuracy - 7
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