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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Obnoxiously Strong
Describe why this fits your character:

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Griseldis might not be aware of her own strength yet, but her family and Muggle friends in her hometown already knew how strong she really was. From a very young age, Griseldis’s grandfather trained her in the Chinese martial arts that included strength training exercises in order to enhance her upper body, lower body and core strength. Every punch, kicking and grappling techniques required power after all.

Aside from Chinese martial arts, Griseldis also loved doing other Muggle sport activities. She used to like playing football with her classmates when she was still attending Muggle school. She would go swimming every Sunday morning, and she would even go to a climbing gym with her older cousin during their school holidays. Sure, it was all just fun for Griseldis, so she never thought or at least, too dense to realize that kept doing these kinds of activities were actually helping her to become stronger and stronger than most kids her age. Before she got amitted in Hogwarts, There were a few incidents in the past that made a lot of people fully witnessed her true strength.

When Griseldis was on her way home from her Muggle school, she noticed there was an old grandma having a very hard time walking up the stairs alone with two large stuffed grocery bags in each hand. There was no one on the streets to help the poor old lady, so without hesitation, Griseldis politely went to ask the grandma if she would need some help. At first, the old lady was a bit worried and was unsure if a young child like her was strong enough to help her, but looking into the girl’s bright eyes full of confidence, the old grandma decided to trust her, and to her surprise. The moment, Griseldis took the grocery bags from her, it looked like she wasn’t lifting anything heavy at all. There was another incident happened at home when Griseldis’s mother needed to cook rice and told her to bring a large sack of rice from the food storage. She almost dropped her spatula when she saw her 8 years old daughter carrying that sack of rice above her head without any sweat on her face. Griseldis’s mother wanted to ask why didn’t she used the cart but decieded to keep her mouth shut since it wasn’t really a big deal. However, knowing how strong their little girl was, might not be that bad. At least, she would be strong enough to protect herself from those who wanted to harm her.

Although, there was one very significant fact that could count as a flaw. If Griseldis became hungry, she would literally lose all of her strength like a living battery that got used up, and lost all the power to function. A very good reason why Griseldis would never want to miss a single meal because food could help her regain her strength back.

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STATUS: Approved

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Race or Talent your applying for: Werewolf/ Lycanthrope
Describe why it fits you character:

Selina had an argument with her parents, about a stupid thing and Selina was sent to her room. She stomped loudly into her room and slammed her door loudly. Her window was open so she went to go and look outside and there was a beautiful full moon glittering in the sky, Selina was fascinated and wanted to get a closer look at the moon. But. On a hill, there was a faint building and it looked old and rickety and she wanted to check it out. So she climbed out of her window slowly, and quietly being careful not to be heard.

The hill was covered by a load of trees but you could just faintly see the building through her window but if she was heard it would be over she wouldn't be able to go and have a look.

She walked up the hill slowly, panting at every step.

She had finally reached the building she looked at it and it had bits that had been entirely torn off. Selina opened the door slowly and it creaked loudly.
She looked around and saw an old sofa and pillows, which had been ripped and feathers flew everywhere, and there were old furniture that were broken beyond repair. Selina then realised there was a second floor, and she went to investigate and was careless about what might be up there.

She walked up the stairs and they creaked, every single step creaked loudly causing Selina to jump every now and again. Then upstairs was even worse then downstairs everything was so ripped that stuff were just lying on the floor in tiny pieces.

Selina was walking around when she noticed a pair of eyes at the corner of the room, uh oh what was it? Selina was a loud screamer but didn't think her mother and father would hear her if she screamed loudly.
Selina stood frozen for a moment and chucked a rock at the creature, it growled. And pounced on Selina and sunk it's teeth deep into Selina's neck.
She screamed at the top of her lungs, and a few minutes later footsteps ran up the stairs and her parents appeared out of the shadows.

They cast spells at the monster that had bit Selina it growled and crept into the room next door, growling angrily. They had scared it off, they rushed to Selina and picked her up she was crying her eyes out and screaming.

They rushed to St. Mungo's in hope they could help Selina. But there wasn't much they could do, they revealed the sad news to Selina and her parents once Selina had rested a bit.
Every full moon Selina would turn into a werewolf but there was something that could help her not biting anyone. The Wolfsbane Potion.

Selina returned home the next morning after receiving the all clear from the healers. And she was worried about what would happen, Selina hadn't really invested in what happened to werewolves having never met one herself and never reading about anything that happened to them.



STATUS: Denied

Mod edit. Here we go again. Also, do NOT delete my mod edit.
This is your third app including the part veela application that was already pending. We do have a policy that you have to register for a special race within 30 days. Since you posted your first Werewolf app within the deadline, I will give you one last attempt to edit, although you did not edit your first Werewolf app until a few days ago.

If I remember correctly, and you can rectify it if I'm wrong, your first story was about a Werewolf that came into your room during the night and just bit you and was then shooed away by your father.
I told you that I need a more logical explanation than a random werewolf climbing into an open window in the middle of a city/village and that the wound would be looked at otherwise you'd simply die.
Some bits are still there, such as your father being the one who manages to get the Werewolf away and you included that you were brought to ST. Mungo.

But.

I don't think you know how to logically bring the werewolf into your life. It is just there again. A friend of the mother who happens to be a werewolf and who happens to live in the basement and who happens to forget to take the potion. Werewolves do not simply forget to take the potions that is right in front of her. You have to take it for a whole week.

We have the policy that you can't use an NPC in order to get or achieve something, their presence has to be explained. The Werewolf is not explained and just there, again, to bite you. And this is not enough.

You can edit this once more in order to try and find a logical explanation why you encounter a Werewolf.

Last mod edit:
This will not work out. Not it's a convenient barack that happens to house a werewolf just meters from the house away. I want players to have their talent and race but I at least ask that they explain their condition. As I said, you had one last edit, in which you still could not provide a reasonable explanation. This will be denied, please apply for another, normal human ability.

[quote]Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Impartial
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
[reducio] Appearances were something that could never quite be understood. On the one hand, it potentially could tell so much about a person, things such as their past, who they are and even parts of their personality may shine through, but on the other hand, it just as easily could mask those very same things. Akari was never one to pay much heed to such things though, actually not in the slightest.

Though she herself was someone who had a special something that captured the attention of others and could even pose as a distraction to them, she could never say that she had ever felt the same way when gazing upon someone else. That is certainly not to say that she was unable to recognize or appreciate when beauty graced her with its fine presence, but frankly, she began to notice that while others would instantly be drawn to it, and even some practically glued to it, she just never quite found herself to be in that same predicament.

And this had begun to be very clear during her time at Hogwarts.
Being constantly surrounded by many peers who seemed to possess an aptitude for exuding grace and alluring qualities, normally it would be a downright challenge to turn the other way and continue on, so it was considerably lucky that it simply started to become an automatic that Akari would see it, briefly admire it, but then sort of turn a blind eye.
In truth, it was the person on the inside who actually mattered anyway.

It really never made much sense to Akari that some people would favour or obsess over an external image rather than the person beneath the shell, for that was the part of the person who had so much to offer. So really, what ever was the reason to focus only on the small, silly and rather unimportant details?

She especially noticed people’s thirst and desperation for superficial beauty during her time at muggle school. Everyone strangely saw no other option than to judge a book by its cover which definitely infuriated Akari. She hated how they acted so much to the point where she vowed never to fall into the same trap.
With her own growth, her belief too only became stronger, and staying true to herself she is always sure to look past the shallow aspects and search for whether the person has the true beauty, the one that is earned.
[quote]WC: 408[/quote]
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STATUS: Approved

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here!
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Terrible Presence
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):

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At a young age, Scarlet came to realise that she had developed an unsettling aura sensed by those around her, specifically since becoming a werewolf. She had only just begun to accept her new werewolf abilities and felt confident it was something she would be able to manage, when she started noticing a lingering effect on her when in human form. People would feel uneasy and proceed with caution around her, as if they knew of the dangerous beast within, as if she would transform at any time.

She could still clearly remember the first time she'd seen this effect on others. She was wandering the forest surrounding her home, and must have lost track of the time, or at least how far she had walked, because soon she heard giggling and the sound of leaves rustling ahead. She froze. There was nothing for miles surrounding the house so she couldn't imagine who would be out here; peering through a gap in a cluster of trees blocking her view, she was surprised and elated to see it was just children, other kids her age, playing. She didn't want to scare them by just running out so she called out a quick "hello" and slowly came around from behind the trees.

They were all dressed the same, a mix of girls and boys, five in total, wearing matching light brown shorts and tops, all of which were decorated with different coloured badges with pictures on them, she had wondered why they were all dressed the same, but didn't bother asking. A few of them replied with a friendly "Hi" or "Hello" back, but as she started to ask what they were doing in the woods and if she could join in whatever game they were playing, their faces all went cold, their smiles receded and friendliness relinquished. They looked scared of her, in fact, one of the girls was actually backing away. When one went, they all soon followed without saying another word to her, a few kept looking back as they ran, as if they were worried she would be chasing them.

The first person she thought might be able to help her find the answers she sought was her uncle, Alex Salvatore, ever since becoming a werewolf he was the one Scarlet now felt the urge to turn to with questions about new abilities she felt might be linked to the condition. He didn't give her the definite answer she wanted to hear, but was 'pretty sure' it was linked to the lycanthropy. He had told her that as time went on she would notice other animal-like traits developing whilst she was in human form, and that this effect on others was likely just the first.

WC = 457

STATUS: Approved, usually it is not treated as some kind of super power, but since here is a Werewolf condition, it is fine.

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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for:

Ability 2: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character: Being her own worst critique is what had caused her to become a perfectionist. Well, partly. It's thought to have stemmed from her father, who was more than just that. There was probably nothing that could truly satisfy him. Despite her only being a child, he had always given her the cold shoulder and rarely had any time for her. But when he did, he always approached with a strict manner and revolved everything around the need for her to improve on a selection of skills, even more so after she had shown the first signs of magic. It may of been harsh and a cruel way to act around a child, let alone your own blood, but he was preparing her for future, so in a sense, he was doing the right thing. The world was a tough place to be thrown into, very much like he was, so he intended to prepare her in every way possible. Where most parents spent their time bonding with their children over a family game, or smothering them with an endless amount of love and affection, Arlo had her sat at a desk with a heavy amount of exceptions on her shoulders. She was never allowed to leave until he felt satisfied with her work. She had to be the best, to get to the best places. To be well-known and respected, even feared. As if having the famous surname Black wasn't enough.
So from a young age, the Slytherin had spent many of her year with her face buried into books upon books, wanting to have the knowledge on whatever she had an interest in, before even attempting to psychically try it out. Always being very precise when it came to the learning of new things, whether it be something as simple as cooking, or designing an outfit, to the more extreme cases like casting of spells or perfecting the perfect potion. To be better than those around her, to use it as an advantage— or what was her version of power, was something she wanted to portray from the early stages in her life. To this day, there is very little that satisfies her needs in regards to learning/improving on a hobby. And if there every way, she would still find a way... There was always room for improvement, no matter how good you think you are at something. Word Count: 400

Ability 3: Perfectionist Ⅱ
Describe why this fits your character:
It wouldn't take a genius to know that Falentra is already known for being a perfectionist whether it was related to magic or not. But over the past few years at Hogwarts, she has noticed that there were other students who had a similar mindset when it came to perfecting things— obviously, they were never to her standards, or so she thought, but she needed to make sure she kept it that way. To be one step ahead of the others. All that may make a perfectionist may seem egotistic but their mindsets are far from it. A perfectionist wouldn’t allow themselves to perform such a poor quality of work in front of their class, or in front of their friends now would they?— it was a form of weakness, and it went against her belief in needing to preform without failing, without the slightest wrong movement in her wand, without a stutter to be hear. To sound as clear as they came. The thought of her father finding out that someone performed better than her scared her. Even knowing the chances of him seeing her again were slim, the thought alone sent shivers down her spin. It’s what she strives for and held such a passion to succeed in.
And while it was great in that her father had hammered that mixture of knowledge into her head on how to perform with elegance, Hogwarts had much more to offer, as much as she didn't want to admit it. The way to speak in a proper manner, to be able to stitch clothes without a fault wasn't a skill set that was needed in the magic world. And neither was knowing how to slay a beast, at least not yet anyway. But Hogwarts had a widened opportunity for her to gain knowledge so that even one day she could prove her father how better she had become, to be better than him. Maybe then he could start to believe in her a little. It was highly unlikely, but it wasn't going to stop her from showing him what true perfection was, in whatever way you want to picture that.
Still, she knows that there will be so much more to perfect in the future years to come, so plans to make it a priority to keep on top of. Bring on the extra hours of reading, wand flicking and perfecting the perfect incantation! Fal would never turn down such a challenge.
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Ability 4: Healing Sage
Describe why this fits your character:
As it is known, Falentra spent many of her earlier years before she could even preform magic with her head buried in books upon books. It was very rare that she was able to escape her fathers sight during study hours, but when she did, she always ended up being drawn to her mother who, when was helping her father run the potions shop, spent most of her free time brewing up potions to help heal others, or take notes on new formulas that would help cure new sickness. She had been a Healer in her earlier life, but ended up giving it up to help run the family business, and care for her daughter.
At the beginning, Falentra never knew what it all meant, but the fascination she shown, and which her mother ended up picking up on, offered to help her learn a few bits along the way to see if it would ever spark her interest further. And sure enough, it did.
You'd have thought Arlo would have been over the moon with his daughter picking up on yet another new interest to master, but he never approved. Falentra was spending too much time learning, which he thought was an unnecessary skill. She could never understand why he would think such a thing, as to help others was always the right thing to do. Her mother always told her that. Her father believed if you was so weak that you needed to ask for help, in any form, you was not worth his time, or anyone's for that matter.
It was times like those that had made Falentra hatred grow for him. As she grew older and started to take notes on his ugly personality, she could never understand why she, her mother would be with such a man. He was a cruel and selfish man, even to his own wife's interests. But, as hard as it was to watch and listen to, it had also made her work harder and take a serious interest in what her mother believed in. To learn how to heal others had become yet another priority that she had to knuckle down on and perfect. And so she did. Right up until now, when she had started Hogwarts. Sure, she may of been a coldhearted girl during her time here, but having such a skill was mandatory and you never know when you, or someone you care about would need it. Word Count: 410

Ability 5: Nonverbal Magic
Describe why this fits your character:
Falentra is known for being surprisingly quiet when not irritated, and often prefers being left to her own company; talking to herself out-loud, or more often than not, in her head. It was a bad habit, and probably made her look more of a nutter than she already was, but it was just the norm for her and she thought nothing of it. With her troublesome and dark nature that she tried her best to hide deep down often resulted in her cursing in her head and sometimes on the very rare occasion if she ever saw someone she despised, she would imagine using a jinx on them, because saying them in your head was different to saying them aloud, right? There was no harm done. Or that's what she had thought over the past few years at Hogwarts. There could never have been any dire consequences to thinking such a thing, so it was fine. However, that was all to change.
It first happened during the beginning of her Fifth Year at Hogwarts, unintentionally... kinda.
Her temper was getting better, it really was. It didn't mean she wasn't becoming more powerful along the way, but she knew when to keep her mouth shut in certain situations. But as it does, trouble manages to find its way to her in some form or another. During the first week she had already managed to find trouble. So much so that she had ended up having to pay a visit to her Head of House, Hjørdis Jensen. An explanation was needed as to why yet another fight had started that involved her. There was so much that Falentra wanted to say, to shout and curse to release her anger. Why was she always to blame? It was always her fault. Something bad happen? Point the fingers at Fal, it was probably her anyway.
Though the visit today was to take a different turn. After yet another lecture from Nora, and a few eye rolls from Falentra, she had bit her tongue, and held back her anger but it hadn't stopped her from thinking it. The frustration, and the narrowing of her eyes on a bookcase. Her hand had itched its way to her wand. She needed to do something. Screaming wasn't going to help ease the situation.
Before she knew it, her wand was firmly in her wand and with a quick flick of her wand in frustration, a book would have fallen from the shelve and landed with a clean cut down the center, causing the object to split in half. How? She didn't even say anything, only thought it.. and by it she meant Diffindo. Did her anger really cause her to have the ability to use magic without saying the incantation? A long talk, or lecture with Hjørdis Jensen was to be given, and there was still a lot to learn from this. It wasn't something you could just do over night, perfectionist or not. It was a skill that needed to be worked on. Word count: 506
*Acquired consent from Jensen to be used in this example*

STATUS: Approved

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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Foul play
Describe why this fits your character:

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It was a weird ‘quirk’ to have, but Kage seemed to be good at getting away with stuff, specifically fouls in the various Muggle sports she played with a close friend, Christian, and more of his friends. It wasn’t so much broken vases and all that- there wasn’t anyone home to admonish her for breaking stuff like that- and Kage had the brains to know not to play vigorous sports near an apartment block.

Not near their apartment block, anyways.

There had been the first time- Kage’s first game, where the ball had clearly- very clearly gone over the white boundary line drawn with chalk, a weird device that acted like a quill for the concrete floor. Or was it gravel? She had just whacked the baseball, and it had gone over the line, making it a foul. But then someone had run to grab it, and she had had to run to first base- then second. It was clearly a foul- but no one had noticed, no one had called out. Kage had half a mind to call it out herself- but no one’s that stupid. When they hand you a double, they hand you a double.

Except. It happened over and over again, not just with baseball. Kage didn’t really try to cheat or anything- it just happened. Like everyone was blind except for her. She was half afraid someone would finally realize what had been happening all this time, and call her out, and she’d have to do like a bajillion push-ups and squats and get benched for the rest of the year.

Then she found out it applied to other stuff like chess. Knights were apparently only supposed to move in an L shape, with the small part sticking out two squares big. Of course, Kage managed to forget such delicate details and moved the knight with the small part sticking out three squares big, knocking out Christian’s queen. He didn’t notice.

That was fine.

Okay, so she apparently had a knack for cheating, which could come in handy during tests or something. Or would it? Well, she didn’t really have any stellar accomplishments with cheating or anything. Until.

Fistfights on Fridays were a big thing. You had to attend or you were deemed the coward of London, and possibly the whole of England, scared of getting hit. So of course, Kage attended. And of course, she got paired up with the kid she had zero chance of beating. He was tall- and taller kids have an advantage over short or average or even tall but slightly shorter kids. And hey, look at those massive fists. He made Kage look like a stick man. Or stick kid.

If she lost, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise, but she’d lose her record of 23 wins in a row. She didn’t want that. As the match started, she managed to dodge most of his hits (thank god- one hit probably would’ve sent her flying to Japan) but hadn’t been able to land any of hers. Then she stuck out her foot and made an illegal move in their neighbourhood street fighting club that probably didn’t even really exist, and the guy stumbled, making him wide open.

Nobody saw it, and if anyone did actually see it, they sure didn’t call it out, for Kage won. She would go on and increase the number of wins in her record.

That was pretty stellar.

WC: 575/400

STATUS: Approved

Link to your encyclopedia thread: BOOM
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist I
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):

Perfection was an elusive creature.

Despite the golden glow that presided her vicinity not unlike a halo, her presence had always been difficult to obtain – she remained always just within reach, up until one grasped for her in avid search of solace. Too much effort for her worth, some might say, a sentiment the Captain had once shared only a short time ago. The perfect goal had never been necessary, not as long as the ball was in the net and his teammates were cheering. The cleanest pass was all for naught if the offense was staring you down in the face. And while some of these dynamics had shifted in the slightest during his transition to Quidditch, the ideals of the matter had remained the same. There was no need to fight for a skill that would never become a necessity. It was pointless, a mere waste of energy.

Of course, opinions were made to be overruled, the Captain thought, somewhat bitterly, as he idly twirled a Quaffle about in his hands. Perfection had begun to appeal more to the young man as time had worn on, his plenteous failures at the wizarding sport and academics alike being only few of the catalysts behind such a change of heart. Perfection, he had learned, had always been an attitude. A coldblooded vision, an avid need to defeat whatever dared to give him difficulty. Instincts that had always presided within himself, untapped and ready to be channeled towards his success rather than the destruction of others. It was a good time to manifest his goals as any, here in his backyard. Goals. Hah. He’d sat himself down one night, written himself an extensive plan that would lead to the accumulation of all the skills he wished to obtain for both his Quidditch and Academic endeavors – the road began here, with no broom to be wrought, no wand to be flourished. He wouldn’t need either for the exercise he was about to partake on.

Scoring, after all, had been his weakest skill this year – blatching, of course, coming in close second. [Perhaps this was wishful thinking, however. What kind of Blatch King couldn’t blatch?] Despite the avid toil he had exerted in the hopes of excelling on his team in the past year, it would seem as if his aim had been rather below the bar this year. He’d put too much focus on flying it would seem – all in good taste, of course, but it was time to address the elephant in the room. The elephant he was prepared to put to rest right then and right there upon the green manicured lawn.

A sigh escaped his lips as he steeled his nerves for the exertion and burning that was to come. A small square had been plastered to the side of his house not too long ago, gray tape peeling upon the hot bricks as it sat framed by summer sun. Whether the shape had become his best friend or his worst enemy, remained to be seen. His grass-stained shoes shuffling upon the brilliant lawn, he pitched the ball forward with an optimal amount of strength – a test, one he only just failed. The ball slammed against the bricks mere inches away from the intended target, leather tickling the edges of the tape. Not good enough, he chuckled inwardly. Not for long.

He would be perfect. It didn’t matter how long it took.

WC: 573

STATUS: Approved

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Ta da!
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence
Describe why this fits your character:

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When Maria came home from her Second Year at Hogwarts, her parents witnessed a change in her. There was a sort of stillness, a sort of peace that she gave off, soothing, but also a little odd if you really thought about it. They first noticed it when she came home, and they had to go about introducing her to her brother again. When she left the year before, and again after Christmas, her brother could barely hold his head up, let alone have any object permanence of her as a person. Said baby did not take too kindly to strangers either. So it was much to their surprise that when he was put next to her for the first time in about six months, that he did not cry or fuss. He looked up at her, cooed, and reached his hands out. She gave him her finger to hold, and soon enough said baby was out faster than one could say “nap time.”

This pattern only continued as she and young Aiden would spend time with one another. He rarely ever fussed if he was not hungry or in need of a diaper change when next to young Maria, instead he sat or played or read picture books with her as if he had known her all his short life. This was in stark contrast to his treatment of strangers or even the neighbors who saw him often, to whom he did not like to be left alone with.

However, this phenomenon extended even beyond baby Aiden.

Her parents had gained confidence in her, and they felt a stillness in her presence. Her father would look into her eyes and see her slightly wizened as if she had learned a secret of the universe. And perhaps, she did. After a brief breakdown in the presence of Nurse Brumby, and after all the year’s events, Maria somewhat learned to take care of herself, and others as well. It had given her a sense of stillness and calm that extended beyond her and to others. She had more confidence to deal with situations now. She might not have entirely suppressed her easily triggered gag reflex, but she was much more confident in dealing with perilous situations. Now, she also had an idea on how to help others stay calm in them as well, or at least she tried to.

Take one of their new diner employees for example, a jittery young part-timer looking for a summer job. On the first day the youngin was swamped with a busy lunch crowd, and Maria it was clear that she was having trouble navigating things. When she stopped to serve Maria a snack, the young girl managed to provide some advice and tips on dealing with the regulars, and it was enough for the new girl to calm down and do better.

Since then, Maria has tried her best to do something similar for her friends, apart from being there for them. Perhaps it would come into use sometime.

Word Count: 505 Words

STATUS: Approved

Link to your encyclopedia thread: WOOP
Name of Ability or Race/Talent: Werewolf/Lycanthrope
Describe why this fits your character:
Changed stats:


STATUS: Pending
Overall this is a nice app, I do however need more information about how you became a werwolf. Or better how you survived that.

Link the encyclopedia
Name of Ability: Perfectionist

Why does it fit with your character?


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STATUS: Approved