2 Apr 2022, 03:20
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ReducioIt's not a matter of not understanding someone may be charming or appealing on an aesthetic level, it's a matter of the allure, the feeling of desire simply…not being there for Elsian. In regard to others there’s always been this type of disconnection between Elsi and others, he can't be totally sure why this is when he can't fully understand what others are feeling in the first place, but he has never felt that special spark, the drawl others seem to have when faced with pretty looks, no matter how dazzling.
There have been times in the past where upon passing by someone of a special charm, those who seem to demand attention effortlessly or are unable to escape drawing others to them, Elsian was left confused & unaffected in the wake. At times he's even prone to getting annoyed when this scenario happens when it affects people he's trying to talk to or work with. And why wouldn't he be? To him there's no overwhelming attraction that drags his gaze to a person like a magnet, no amazing, adorable factor that makes him feel the need to help them over others or anything similar, these people who seem to draw others in like flies to honey are just…people. They're just people to him and nothing more. He doesn't feel any special draw and he likely won't ever understand it the way others who experience it do, simple as that.
It's always been like this, to Elsi looks just never were the thing to focus on. One could say he's rather dispassionate about the whole thing, proving to be more objective on how a person acts, whether they are kind or rude, before truly feeling any certain way about them. When others may have been drawn to a person's stunning nature at a glance Elsian felt neutral to it; yes, they may be pretty, but it was nothing to go crazy or ruin his focus over, looks were after all only skin deep.
This can likely be, at least partly, chalked up to Elsians mother, who from a young age wanted Elsian to experience all sorts of places and get a look at the world which had meant lots of traveling. This in turn meant meeting all sorts of people and at the end of the day, very serious and stern talks about the world and safety for Elsians own good when going to new places. Lessons that just because something was beautiful or cute or a person outwardly kind looking didn't mean they weren't dangerous. That people wouldn't always have good intentions. Those ideas stayed with him and in the end Elsian became rather disillusioned to the wonder of how things could seem on the surface.
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Stamina: 10┈┈ Evasion:17 ┈┈Strength: 1 ┈┈Wisdom: 9 ┈┈Arcane Power: 8┈┈ Accuracy: 10
I'd much rather be sleeping...
7 Apr 2022, 21:54
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Name of Ability or Race| Part-Veela
Describe why it Fits my Character|
Veela. One of the most beautiful creatures in the world. Mariposa was part Veela. Mariposa’s mother was exceedingly beautiful, with long raven black hair reaching her waist, warm dark eyes that could turn black if angry, a perfect, slim figure with brown skin, petite hands, and feet, she always looked like she was floating when she walked. Her father, Richard was a rich businessman, he met her Mother Laraine on a trip to America. Her mother wasn’t American she was Britsh, but they met there. Laraine was considered a squib and didn't inherit any magical powers from her parents, other than the beauty that all children of Veela possessed. Laraine used her natural charm ( not magical) on Richard because he was very attractive, with black hair and cold gray eyes.
A year later, they were married on June 21st, the day that they first met. It was a modest wedding. Laraine was disowned by her family for being a squib. Two years later, they had their first and only child. It was a girl, and they named her Mariposa. She had inherited her father's eyes. She was the one who inherited the power. She looked just like her mother, everything else was the same. The same eye shape, doll-like features, everything. She also had her mother’s nasty temper.
She seemed to turn into a monster of some sort when she had tantrums. The family was living just fine until a fire burned down the family house, And then Laraine and Richard had deforced. Mariposa lived with her mother.
When the two moved, Mariposa started to figure out what she was. Her mother never told her what they actually were. She started noticing that people would be pulled toward her, not knowing what hit them. She was pretty, nonetheless, but it was like a force was controlling them. Mariposa was raised to take pride in her looks, and she didn't but like most young girls, she did have bouts of insecurity. She also started to notice her temper. She would get angry at the smallest of things. one day she would turn into this sort of half-black raven of some sort. She wouldn’t attack her mother, but it sure looked like it.
Later when she calmed down, Mariposa went to her mother about it while she was crying. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. Her mother finally told her what she had kept a secret for years. She cried that whole night. She was a monster.
Laraine explained it further the next day after she found her crying. The more she explained, the more she understood it. Now she had just decided to embrace her power.
Even as Mariposa Veela's ability started to manifest Laraine still refused to contact her family, instead, Laraine had taught Mari to control her more negative emotions.
Over time Mariposa started to use her looks to make people lower their guard around her.
Stats:
Strength: 3 Stamina: 6 Arc Pow: 7 Wisdom: 6 Evasion: 5 Accuracy:8
STATUS: Approved
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M.Meadows
Like moths to a flame, our deaths would be bright.
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9 Apr 2022, 00:10
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Ability: Prodigal Charms Learner
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stamina • 5 | evasion • 7 | strength • 0 | wisdom • 6 | arcane • 8 | accuracy • 9STATUS: Approved“What an old looking book,” Sylvie said. Its cover felt rough and worn and it smelled a little. She turned it this way and that, letting it drag across the palms of her hands. She read the cover: Book of Spells by Miranda Goshawk.
Opening it to the front page, she saw that there was written in small, tidy handwriting her pa’s name: Levitt Hawthorne. She continued to flip through its pages and saw certain sections were underlined, little notes written in the margin, like on the test!! and homework due next week and are you going to quidditch after?, then, in a different handwriting, no, leg too bad. She wondered who had written the answer—and where that person was now. Were they her pa’s friend?
Her parents were both so much older than the other parents around, and they were both men that had grown up in a different era. They kept to themselves. Their inner lives were so private, but that had hardly mattered to Sylvie. She was their inner life. But now there were these things that she hadn’t noticed before—notes scribbled in the margins of their lives, and she didn’t know enough to figure out what they meant. Did her pa still keep up with his wizard friends?
She went back to the beginning of the book and began to read the introduction. For a long time she just stood there, pushing herself through the words she couldn’t quite understand, until almost without her awareness she moved over to the cushions on the windowsill and sat down. Grabbing a pencil from her homework cup she started to underline her own words and sections, and the pencil looked so faint beside the black ink her pa had used.
Dancing Feet Spell… Mending Charm… She flicked her wrist like the book told her, holding her pencil like it was a conductor’s baton. As she read the instructions, she could hear her violin teacher’s advice for bowing: “It’s all in the wrist.”
She spent hours reading, until she felt tired and confused. She laid her head against the window pane, the glass warm from the setting sun. Over the course of the next days and weeks, she continued to come back to the book, looking up words, scribbling her own notes and trying to decipher her pa’s. say this one right!! No accent!! he wrote, and she worked on saying it as posh as she could, waving her pencil in dainty movements through the air.
When she got her letter from Hogwarts with its list of books to buy, her eyes lit up as she saw it: Book of Spells by Miranda Goshawk.WC: 464
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stamina • 5 | evasion • 7 | strength • 0 | wisdom • 6 | arcane • 8 | accuracy • 9 | ency
15 Apr 2022, 01:04
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Werewolf
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Word Count: 2540
Old Stats: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 6
New Stats: Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 5
NB: Since this literally happened on the eve of Colin's entrance into Hogwarts, he isn't showing any changes in behaviour or mannerism or appearance. Apart from considering his scars pretty cool and the sudden fear of being discovered by the Ministry.
STATUS: Approved
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Wolf and Raven dance together, by the river in the heather;
under Moon and under star, Wolf and Raven wander far!
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Werewolf
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** ** 男生 ** **
"Come on, Liam!" shouted Colin to his twin. "I want to go up to the old stone cottage!" Colin felt particularly adventuresome today. The old stone cottage sat nestled among the high hills above of the McCoire clan's ancestral house. Colin and his brothers and sisters often used it as a base for their adventures. Last week it was Camelot and the boys played at being dragons while their little sister Ciarán was Morgant as she defended King Arthur from their ravaging plunder. The week before that, Liam played at being Black Angus, the legendary Witch King of Caledonia. Angus, who was a year younger than Colin and Liam, was relieved, because they usually made him play Black Angus, because of his name.
Liam balked. "Colin! We're not even packed yet! The train leaves tomorrow, you know, and Ma is taking a half day off work and Mamó is coming with us and all." Colin was excited for tomorrow - he and Liam would be leaving home behind and setting off for Hogwarts! He’d shown his magic to his family only a few minutes before his eleventh birthday. He’d turned his naturally pale blond hair raven black, when got upset about being confused for Liam that day. Liam’s letter from Hogwarts had already arrived, and so he knew what to expect when his own finally came. While he was happy with the magic he’d accidentally done, he really wished he and Liam could have done something together, so they could get their letters on the same day.
But that was now back in the springtime, and they’d all celebrated with a family trip down to Edinburgh and had done all their school shopping in London and now the last day of the time either brother would spend entirely at home was at an end. Colin wanted to have one last adventure with his brothers and sisters, but Moira, the eldest girl, well, she was barking mad over some dorky boy so she was out. Angus and Alex, one and two years younger than the twins, were busy with Da in his workshop and they didn’t want to go either. So that left Colin and Liam and their younger sister. Three McCoires were far more than enough to make up a grand adventure!
"I'm going, too," said Ciarán. "To London, to London on a green fire! I'm also going with you and Colin up to the cottage today." Ciarán was eight but she was a McCoire girl and that meant she wasn't one to be pushed around. "Anyway, just because you, Liam McCoire, aren't packed doesn't mean Colin's not, so hurry up!" She hopped off of Colin's packed trunk and began tearing through Liam's mess.
It was around three or four o'clock when the trio got up to the cottage at last. With Ciarán's determination to spur the boys into action, they'd gotten Liam's trunk packed, and Colin's entirely repacked properly shortly after lunch. The day was beautiful and the view over the Highlands spectacular as the three stood up on the high stone chimney that served as their castle's tower. They didn't do much playing, though. No dragons bore down on them from the bitter North; no Orc armies attacked from the east and no Southron armies came up from England. Magical Scotland, thanks to the vigilance of the McCoire siblings, was at peace! They ended up clambering down the outside wall of the cottage and wandered into the old garden around the house. Liam was in a thoughtful mood so Colin lay down in the overgrown garden with Ciarán between them and they watched the high clouds race across the sky.
They talked about what Hogwarts must be like and who they'd meet on their first train ride. They considered all the houses and ranked which ones they'd most like to be in.
"Anything but Slytherin," said Colin.
"Why?" said Liam. "You'll be clan chief one day. That means you'll have to get on with the Ministry, like Ma. I'm sure we'd meet loads of dashing lads in Slytherin!"
Ciarán snorted.
"I don't like Slytherin. They give me the willies," said Colin.
Ciarán said: "O, Colin, I'm sure you two will be in Ravenclaw. You're the smartest ever!"
As the Sun set over the mountains behind their heads, they watched as the Moon rose over the tangled garden. He was so huge and silvery and white, he looked like a pale twin to the golden Sun. "I'm going to go there, you know," said Liam. "To the Moon. I'll be the first wizard --- the first anybody! --- to go to the Moon! And I'm going to do it on a magic carpet."
Colin nodded. He was sure, on the eve before he and his twin would begin their journey into magic, that Liam would do great things. He shivered as a light breeze rode in from the west. A scrap of grubby parchment tumbled along with it and landed in the pocket of his jacket.
The three siblings lay quiet for a long while, just being together. Colin thought that for sure this was the best day he’d ever had in his entire life.
Liam balked. "Colin! We're not even packed yet! The train leaves tomorrow, you know, and Ma is taking a half day off work and Mamó is coming with us and all." Colin was excited for tomorrow - he and Liam would be leaving home behind and setting off for Hogwarts! He’d shown his magic to his family only a few minutes before his eleventh birthday. He’d turned his naturally pale blond hair raven black, when got upset about being confused for Liam that day. Liam’s letter from Hogwarts had already arrived, and so he knew what to expect when his own finally came. While he was happy with the magic he’d accidentally done, he really wished he and Liam could have done something together, so they could get their letters on the same day.
But that was now back in the springtime, and they’d all celebrated with a family trip down to Edinburgh and had done all their school shopping in London and now the last day of the time either brother would spend entirely at home was at an end. Colin wanted to have one last adventure with his brothers and sisters, but Moira, the eldest girl, well, she was barking mad over some dorky boy so she was out. Angus and Alex, one and two years younger than the twins, were busy with Da in his workshop and they didn’t want to go either. So that left Colin and Liam and their younger sister. Three McCoires were far more than enough to make up a grand adventure!
"I'm going, too," said Ciarán. "To London, to London on a green fire! I'm also going with you and Colin up to the cottage today." Ciarán was eight but she was a McCoire girl and that meant she wasn't one to be pushed around. "Anyway, just because you, Liam McCoire, aren't packed doesn't mean Colin's not, so hurry up!" She hopped off of Colin's packed trunk and began tearing through Liam's mess.
It was around three or four o'clock when the trio got up to the cottage at last. With Ciarán's determination to spur the boys into action, they'd gotten Liam's trunk packed, and Colin's entirely repacked properly shortly after lunch. The day was beautiful and the view over the Highlands spectacular as the three stood up on the high stone chimney that served as their castle's tower. They didn't do much playing, though. No dragons bore down on them from the bitter North; no Orc armies attacked from the east and no Southron armies came up from England. Magical Scotland, thanks to the vigilance of the McCoire siblings, was at peace! They ended up clambering down the outside wall of the cottage and wandered into the old garden around the house. Liam was in a thoughtful mood so Colin lay down in the overgrown garden with Ciarán between them and they watched the high clouds race across the sky.
They talked about what Hogwarts must be like and who they'd meet on their first train ride. They considered all the houses and ranked which ones they'd most like to be in.
"Anything but Slytherin," said Colin.
"Why?" said Liam. "You'll be clan chief one day. That means you'll have to get on with the Ministry, like Ma. I'm sure we'd meet loads of dashing lads in Slytherin!"
Ciarán snorted.
"I don't like Slytherin. They give me the willies," said Colin.
Ciarán said: "O, Colin, I'm sure you two will be in Ravenclaw. You're the smartest ever!"
As the Sun set over the mountains behind their heads, they watched as the Moon rose over the tangled garden. He was so huge and silvery and white, he looked like a pale twin to the golden Sun. "I'm going to go there, you know," said Liam. "To the Moon. I'll be the first wizard --- the first anybody! --- to go to the Moon! And I'm going to do it on a magic carpet."
Colin nodded. He was sure, on the eve before he and his twin would begin their journey into magic, that Liam would do great things. He shivered as a light breeze rode in from the west. A scrap of grubby parchment tumbled along with it and landed in the pocket of his jacket.
The three siblings lay quiet for a long while, just being together. Colin thought that for sure this was the best day he’d ever had in his entire life.
** ** 怪物 ** **
"Colin? Do you hear that?" asked Ciarán. She sat up, her head turning this way and that.
Liam crouched on his hands and knees. He made his whispery voice as low and hoarse as possible: "Maybe it's a WOLF!" He cried out the last word as he made a feinted leap at his little sister.
Ciarán shrieked! "Liam that's not funny! --- Liam? COLIN! There's something moving over there, by the corner of the cottage!"
Liam laughed. "Come on, Ciarán! We're not going to fall for that! Anyway, we should be heading back down to the house. Ma'll send us all to Azkaban if we're not home in time for supper!"
As Colin stood up, he turned and saw it too! A shape, skulking over by the front door of the cottage. It looked like it was sniffing about. "I see it too!" Before Liam could complain that he was just playing into their sister's fear, he said: "I don't think it's a person. No one lives around us anyway, and no one would be coming up here to the cottage! It looks kind of like a dog."
"Oh, let's go see!" said Liam.
Whatever it was, Colin saw it snuffling and whuffling by the door. It stopped, standing still. It turned it's head this way and that, swivelled its ears so it could catch any nearby sound.
In the clear light of the full Moon, Colin could see it plainly. It was a wolf! He knew wolves lived in the area, but had never heard of any coming so close to where he lived. It turned its head. Colin thought for sure its open mouth turned into a grin. It licked its lips. Did wolves even do that? Its eyes found his. He'd read that dogs are wolves, really. His family had a pack of dogs of all kinds. The eyes he stared into were not those of a dog, nor of a wolf. His mind raced with what other possibilities it could be --- fox? coyote? thylacine? wild dog? hyena? --- no, he didn't think it could be any of them.
"Colin, I'm scared," said Ciarán. She was shivering, and Colin put his jacket around his little sister. Liam still hadn't seen the beast, and wasn't convinced that there was anything out there.
"Colin ---" Colin's heart began to race. Whatever it was, it was looking at him. Not the way a dog gazes at his master; but the way a --- person --- examines something. Something like --- roast beef.
One word suddenly leapt into Colin's mind! The beast leapt towards them! Liam saw it then and yelped and stood transfixed to the spot.
Colin pushed Ciarán behind him and ran out to meet the beast. It leapt at Colin, and he cried out: "LIAM!" It wasn't huge, but it was bigger than him and the weight of it threw him down. It growled and mewled and slavered with delight. And it retracted its lips and struck! It bit Colin in the chest. Once! Twice! His blood instantly stained his t-shirt and the beast still wasn't done! It clawed at him, tearing long gashes in his side and it bit him a third time, on his hip!
Ciarán screamed. She was beside herself! Her hands shook violently and the creature's ears burst into flame! Now it was the beast's turn to feel pain, and it turned about, yelping and rolling about, trying to extinguish the fire that engulfed its head!
Then Liam awoke from his own terror, and with a yell, picked up the heaviest stone he could from a tumbled down wall and threw it at the beast's head. It hit him with a sickening crack of bone, and with a whimper, the beast collapsed into the brush. He and Ciarán turned to check on Colin. He's stripped off his t-shirt and was dabbing it at his wounds.
There was a huge smile on Colin's face. "That was brilliant, Liam! And you too Ciarán! Do you think it's dead? Anyway, check these out, Liam! These are going to make some wicked scars!"
Ciarán jabbed the little heart shaped birthmark on Colin's chest. She ignored his complaint: "Colin! That thing almost killed you, and all you can think of is scars."
Liam had stripped off his own shirt and began binding up his brother. "I don't know, Ciarán, he's not dead; and he is right, these scars are bound to be really cool!"
Liam crouched on his hands and knees. He made his whispery voice as low and hoarse as possible: "Maybe it's a WOLF!" He cried out the last word as he made a feinted leap at his little sister.
Ciarán shrieked! "Liam that's not funny! --- Liam? COLIN! There's something moving over there, by the corner of the cottage!"
Liam laughed. "Come on, Ciarán! We're not going to fall for that! Anyway, we should be heading back down to the house. Ma'll send us all to Azkaban if we're not home in time for supper!"
As Colin stood up, he turned and saw it too! A shape, skulking over by the front door of the cottage. It looked like it was sniffing about. "I see it too!" Before Liam could complain that he was just playing into their sister's fear, he said: "I don't think it's a person. No one lives around us anyway, and no one would be coming up here to the cottage! It looks kind of like a dog."
"Oh, let's go see!" said Liam.
Whatever it was, Colin saw it snuffling and whuffling by the door. It stopped, standing still. It turned it's head this way and that, swivelled its ears so it could catch any nearby sound.
In the clear light of the full Moon, Colin could see it plainly. It was a wolf! He knew wolves lived in the area, but had never heard of any coming so close to where he lived. It turned its head. Colin thought for sure its open mouth turned into a grin. It licked its lips. Did wolves even do that? Its eyes found his. He'd read that dogs are wolves, really. His family had a pack of dogs of all kinds. The eyes he stared into were not those of a dog, nor of a wolf. His mind raced with what other possibilities it could be --- fox? coyote? thylacine? wild dog? hyena? --- no, he didn't think it could be any of them.
"Colin, I'm scared," said Ciarán. She was shivering, and Colin put his jacket around his little sister. Liam still hadn't seen the beast, and wasn't convinced that there was anything out there.
"Colin ---" Colin's heart began to race. Whatever it was, it was looking at him. Not the way a dog gazes at his master; but the way a --- person --- examines something. Something like --- roast beef.
One word suddenly leapt into Colin's mind! The beast leapt towards them! Liam saw it then and yelped and stood transfixed to the spot.
Colin pushed Ciarán behind him and ran out to meet the beast. It leapt at Colin, and he cried out: "LIAM!" It wasn't huge, but it was bigger than him and the weight of it threw him down. It growled and mewled and slavered with delight. And it retracted its lips and struck! It bit Colin in the chest. Once! Twice! His blood instantly stained his t-shirt and the beast still wasn't done! It clawed at him, tearing long gashes in his side and it bit him a third time, on his hip!
Ciarán screamed. She was beside herself! Her hands shook violently and the creature's ears burst into flame! Now it was the beast's turn to feel pain, and it turned about, yelping and rolling about, trying to extinguish the fire that engulfed its head!
Then Liam awoke from his own terror, and with a yell, picked up the heaviest stone he could from a tumbled down wall and threw it at the beast's head. It hit him with a sickening crack of bone, and with a whimper, the beast collapsed into the brush. He and Ciarán turned to check on Colin. He's stripped off his t-shirt and was dabbing it at his wounds.
There was a huge smile on Colin's face. "That was brilliant, Liam! And you too Ciarán! Do you think it's dead? Anyway, check these out, Liam! These are going to make some wicked scars!"
Ciarán jabbed the little heart shaped birthmark on Colin's chest. She ignored his complaint: "Colin! That thing almost killed you, and all you can think of is scars."
Liam had stripped off his own shirt and began binding up his brother. "I don't know, Ciarán, he's not dead; and he is right, these scars are bound to be really cool!"
** ** 狼人 ** **
Colin and Liam were in high spirits as they got closer to the house. Now that the monstrous dog or wolf or whatever was far behind, they were already busy weaving their adventure into a great epic where twin heroes face down a pack of warg riding werewolves, smashing them with great hammers of stone and iron while their sister, a powerful wizard, sets their heads on fire and slays the werewolves with her strong magic.
Ciarán wasn't quite as pleased with the real adventure as her older brothers were. She led them, not to the doors into the kitchen where they'd usually make their triumphal entrances, but in stead to the workshops where Mamó would undoubtedly be at work on some potion or other until late into the night in advance of their journey down to London in the morning.
And sure enough, she was there, hard at work --- or perhaps hardly working could better describe the scene! A single cauldron simmered on the grate above the oven and the only sign of work was from the self stirring spoon that their Da had made. Mamó herself was sitting back in a huge rocker, drinking tea and reading a muggle magazine about rolling stones.
"Well don't you three look like you've had an adventure and a half this day!" Mamó laughed. Bloodied boys never worried her, especially if there were a sensible girl with them. "What happened to you, lad?" She looked Colin over, and as she peeled off the ripped up bits of t-shirt, she nodded approvingly at Ciarán's recitation of the day's events and also at the likelihood of Colin starting on his collection of scars early in his career. "Aye, lad, you'll have the girls swarming you with this lot!"
And when she'd finished her tale, Mamó raised one eyebrow. Liam made sure to tell their great-great-grandmother how Ciarán set the beast's head on fire. But that's not all that piqued the old woman's curiosity. She caught sight of the bit of grubby parchment and with a flick of her finger, sent it up into the air of her workshop and down to her waiting fingers. She read it. She turned the parchment over and read it again. She didn't like what it said any better when read right side up.
She had Liam fetch her 'doctoring kit' and bad him teach Ciarán how to patch her brother up, taking care not to overdo the dittany, as that would mess with Colin's sexy. Neither Liam nor Ciarán knew what that even meant, but Liam did know where Mamó kept her healing potions and he was happy to teach his little sister whatever he knew.
Colin looked into his great-great-grandmother's eyes as she balanced an ancient pair of black lensed pince-nez on the end of her long nose. She looked Colin up and down; asked him how he was feeling; asked him to describe everything he could about the beast that attacked him. The main thing he remembered was the shortish snout --- that put him mind of a hyena. But mostly it was the eyes. They didn't really look all that, well, canine. That put him in mind of something else entirely. Something he didn't want to say to Liam, not just yet anyway; and he dared not say it to Ciarán.
At last, she spoke. And she confirmed his worst fear: "Well, ain't you just the dog's testicles, Colin my laddie! In a manner of speaking. Read this! You'll be better off knowing the truth now. I do believe you're going to start taking your morning bangers a little pinker than Liam likes em! Ha!"
Colin read the parchment. Mamó said: "Aye, laddie, it looks the McCoire family is going to acquire its very own Werewolf!" Mamó sounded so proud!
Colin's eyes widened, and his heart sank. "A --- Werewolf? Me‽" Colin could hardly believe it. he felt sick. He'd heard plenty of talk in his Ma's office between her and her Ministry colleagues about the problems with werewolves roaming the Highlands at large. Too few in the Werewolf Capture Unit. Too many Wolves hereabouts. His Ma hated Werewolves, that he knew. She also disliked Goblins and didn't trust Elves. But Werewolves --- Colin once heard her tell the Minister that she'd love to see every bloody Werewolf in Scotland exterminated.
And now Colin was one of them!
He almost lacked the heart to read what was written on the parchment, but Mamó insisted. It read:
He determined never to tell Ciarán either. Worst of all, Colin swore he could never even speak of this --- condition --- to his own twin brother. The one person in all the world he ought to be able to trust, he was now the one person Colin feared most to trust.
Ciarán wasn't quite as pleased with the real adventure as her older brothers were. She led them, not to the doors into the kitchen where they'd usually make their triumphal entrances, but in stead to the workshops where Mamó would undoubtedly be at work on some potion or other until late into the night in advance of their journey down to London in the morning.
And sure enough, she was there, hard at work --- or perhaps hardly working could better describe the scene! A single cauldron simmered on the grate above the oven and the only sign of work was from the self stirring spoon that their Da had made. Mamó herself was sitting back in a huge rocker, drinking tea and reading a muggle magazine about rolling stones.
"Well don't you three look like you've had an adventure and a half this day!" Mamó laughed. Bloodied boys never worried her, especially if there were a sensible girl with them. "What happened to you, lad?" She looked Colin over, and as she peeled off the ripped up bits of t-shirt, she nodded approvingly at Ciarán's recitation of the day's events and also at the likelihood of Colin starting on his collection of scars early in his career. "Aye, lad, you'll have the girls swarming you with this lot!"
And when she'd finished her tale, Mamó raised one eyebrow. Liam made sure to tell their great-great-grandmother how Ciarán set the beast's head on fire. But that's not all that piqued the old woman's curiosity. She caught sight of the bit of grubby parchment and with a flick of her finger, sent it up into the air of her workshop and down to her waiting fingers. She read it. She turned the parchment over and read it again. She didn't like what it said any better when read right side up.
She had Liam fetch her 'doctoring kit' and bad him teach Ciarán how to patch her brother up, taking care not to overdo the dittany, as that would mess with Colin's sexy. Neither Liam nor Ciarán knew what that even meant, but Liam did know where Mamó kept her healing potions and he was happy to teach his little sister whatever he knew.
Colin looked into his great-great-grandmother's eyes as she balanced an ancient pair of black lensed pince-nez on the end of her long nose. She looked Colin up and down; asked him how he was feeling; asked him to describe everything he could about the beast that attacked him. The main thing he remembered was the shortish snout --- that put him mind of a hyena. But mostly it was the eyes. They didn't really look all that, well, canine. That put him in mind of something else entirely. Something he didn't want to say to Liam, not just yet anyway; and he dared not say it to Ciarán.
At last, she spoke. And she confirmed his worst fear: "Well, ain't you just the dog's testicles, Colin my laddie! In a manner of speaking. Read this! You'll be better off knowing the truth now. I do believe you're going to start taking your morning bangers a little pinker than Liam likes em! Ha!"
Colin read the parchment. Mamó said: "Aye, laddie, it looks the McCoire family is going to acquire its very own Werewolf!" Mamó sounded so proud!
Colin's eyes widened, and his heart sank. "A --- Werewolf? Me‽" Colin could hardly believe it. he felt sick. He'd heard plenty of talk in his Ma's office between her and her Ministry colleagues about the problems with werewolves roaming the Highlands at large. Too few in the Werewolf Capture Unit. Too many Wolves hereabouts. His Ma hated Werewolves, that he knew. She also disliked Goblins and didn't trust Elves. But Werewolves --- Colin once heard her tell the Minister that she'd love to see every bloody Werewolf in Scotland exterminated.
And now Colin was one of them!
He almost lacked the heart to read what was written on the parchment, but Mamó insisted. It read:
McCoire Castle --- that's the place. Find the black haired boy and kill him. Eat him if you desire. He is Marked and must not survive. S____, make sure those idiotic Wolves of yours get the right brat. Even they should be able to smell the difference between black hair and blond hair.
And don't forget: they must do it before he gets to Hogwarts. No point in even trying once he's there.
A.A
As Mamó sat writing a letter and Liam & Ciarán tended to his wounds, Colin began to wonder. Why does anyone want to kill me? What did I do? Who are 'A.A' and 'S____'? Suddenly Colin felt a weight of dread about going in to London tomorrow and thence to Hogwarts. He felt suddenly alone. He knew he could never tell Ma what happened, that was certain.And don't forget: they must do it before he gets to Hogwarts. No point in even trying once he's there.
A.A
He determined never to tell Ciarán either. Worst of all, Colin swore he could never even speak of this --- condition --- to his own twin brother. The one person in all the world he ought to be able to trust, he was now the one person Colin feared most to trust.
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Old Stats: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 6
New Stats: Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 5
NB: Since this literally happened on the eve of Colin's entrance into Hogwarts, he isn't showing any changes in behaviour or mannerism or appearance. Apart from considering his scars pretty cool and the sudden fear of being discovered by the Ministry.
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Wolf and Raven dance together, by the river in the heather;
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19 Apr 2022, 18:25
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Irena Delgado was always a girl of a free spirit. She lived exactly how she wants and dresses exactly how she wants. Her colorful style and bright personality stood out on their own. But she's never thought of herself as special. She was always just Reena. Irena Delgado, only child. The only super cool talent she had was the sports she played and being able to touch her nose with her tongue. That was about it. Maybe even singing, but never the ability to change her appearance. Or so she thought. She played basketball and hockey, she did her homework. It wasn't until one night after she had missed the winning shot of a hockey game that she was super angry. The moment she got home, she stormed into her room and slammed the door. She ripped off her jersey and gear, throwing them to the floor. She undid all of her pads angrily, mumbling in Spanish. Her parents knew not to bother her, not at a time like this. She was VERY competitive, which causes to have an unpredictable mood with her. However, at this point, it was clear she didn't want to be bothered. As she chucked her pads across the room, her eyes caught on a bright color in the mirror. At first, she thought someone was behind her, which creeped her out. She did an awkward spinning kick thing, which caused her to fall on her face. She bounced to her feet and grabbed her hockey puck, holding it out like a weapon. No one was there. A curl from her hair slid onto her face, and she blew it away.
Red.
Frantically, she pulled her hair in front of her face, seeing red instead of her usual dark brown. Shocked, she squinted her eyes in wonder. "Well that's new" She dropped her stick and spun around to look into the mirror. It wasn't just the tips of her hair, her WHOLE head was covered in red hair. An angry red, not even the red from a sunset. But what really caught her attention- was two small horns poking from her hair. That was it for Reena. She stumbled back with a loud scream, tripping on her shoes. She landed on her butt, scrambling to her feet. She ran into the bathroom and splashed water onto her face. She was dreaming, FOR SURE. A soft knock came on her door: her mother. "Irene, is everything alright?" Her mother spoke Spanish, Reena's first language. Reena didn't know if she should allow her mother to see her like this. "I- uh- yes! " Her mother could hear the lie right away. She slowly opened the door and Reena gasped. "I don't know how this-" Her mother raised her hands to her mouth then opened her hands. Reena hugged her mother while her mother assured her everything was fine. "You're okay! It's normal. I can do that too, change my appearance at will. We're rare, you're special!" Reena looked at her mother, then at the mirror. "It's gone!" Her mother nodded. "You're calm now."
Later, her mother sat her down and explained. "But you need to learn to control it- imagine how people would react if they just saw you change in front of their eyes!" Her mother was a metamorph, too. And so was her great-grandmother. It had skipped a few, but it had reached Reena just as it had reached her mother. That night, Reena looked into the mirror with great concentration, trying to change something. She's sure she managed to turn her eyebrows pink. This was SO COOL.
Red.
Frantically, she pulled her hair in front of her face, seeing red instead of her usual dark brown. Shocked, she squinted her eyes in wonder. "Well that's new" She dropped her stick and spun around to look into the mirror. It wasn't just the tips of her hair, her WHOLE head was covered in red hair. An angry red, not even the red from a sunset. But what really caught her attention- was two small horns poking from her hair. That was it for Reena. She stumbled back with a loud scream, tripping on her shoes. She landed on her butt, scrambling to her feet. She ran into the bathroom and splashed water onto her face. She was dreaming, FOR SURE. A soft knock came on her door: her mother. "Irene, is everything alright?" Her mother spoke Spanish, Reena's first language. Reena didn't know if she should allow her mother to see her like this. "I- uh- yes! " Her mother could hear the lie right away. She slowly opened the door and Reena gasped. "I don't know how this-" Her mother raised her hands to her mouth then opened her hands. Reena hugged her mother while her mother assured her everything was fine. "You're okay! It's normal. I can do that too, change my appearance at will. We're rare, you're special!" Reena looked at her mother, then at the mirror. "It's gone!" Her mother nodded. "You're calm now."
Later, her mother sat her down and explained. "But you need to learn to control it- imagine how people would react if they just saw you change in front of their eyes!" Her mother was a metamorph, too. And so was her great-grandmother. It had skipped a few, but it had reached Reena just as it had reached her mother. That night, Reena looked into the mirror with great concentration, trying to change something. She's sure she managed to turn her eyebrows pink. This was SO COOL.
IN CASE YOU ARE APPLYING FOR A SPECIAL RACE OR RARE TALENT: Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system: Stamina: 5 • Evasion: 5 • Strength: 5 • Wisdom: 6 • Arcane Power: 4 • Accuracy: 5
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21 Apr 2022, 15:11
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence
ReducioYour presence simply puts others at ease, if it is your carefree personality or the trust others have in you, the result is still the same. With you there, perhaps through your encouragement, your allies are able to better focus their spells and skills.
Describe why this fits your character:
ReducioWalking down the hall, Bailey had a pep in her step. Despite the fact that it was Monday, she still have happy and calm, and ready to meet the day. She went over to her friends and said hello. When she arrived, they seemed to relax. Bailey figured that it was just because she was her usual cheerful self, a ray of sunshine as always.
Talking with her friends, Bailey felt calm, and hoped they did too. Then the bell rang and they had to head into the classroom. This class just happened to be Charms, which could be chaotic at times. As they settled down to learn about the Freezing Charm, also known as Immobulus. As Professor Zoë Fresnel as explained how they were going to perform the spell and such, and had them split into pairs, Bailey smiled around the room, not caring who partnered with her. She and her partner, a moody Slytherin by the name of Alexander Green moved over to a corner to practice the spell. After deciding that he would use it on her first, Bailey stood a few feet away from him. As they progressed through the lesson, he seemed to calm down more and to be more relaxed. While the lesson was wrapping up, he actually smiled and said great job. This was rare/ Alexander rarely spoke to anyone. Or said anything positive!
Counting this as a win, she said goodbye to Alexander and headed to lunch. The atmosphere in the Great hall was a little tense, at least at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. The Ravenclaws were very close to winning the cup, and the Hufflepuffs were their main opposition. When people from both tables started taunting each other, Bailey stood on the bench and said, “Guys! Calm down! The house cup is supposed to help up be encouraged to do errands and complete our homework, not fight. We should be unified, not separated, even if it is just on this front. Does everyone understand now?”
After she had said this, everyone seemed to relax a bit. Tension had been high but now people were chatting and laughing. It was a much better atmosphere now, and Bailey was glad what she had said had helped.
As she finished her lunch and headed to the grounds to do some of her charm’s homework and some other things, Bailey said hello and smiled to everyone she passed. This was a habit of hers, and she quite enjoyed making people smile or at least brighting their days. And most people seemed to appreciate it too!Word count: 431 words
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Stamina: 7
Evasion: 6
Strength: 7
Wisdom: 8
ArcPower: 6
Accuracy: 6
| sta • 6| eva • 6 | str • 7 “we are all born beautiful. it is a tragedy we are convinced that we are not” wis • 8 | arc • 6 | acc • 7 |
22 Apr 2022, 18:41
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STATUS: ApprovedLink to your encyclopedia thread: Mei Hagikura
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Fearless
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioWhen Mei was a child she was never easy to scare. Her father would often try to sneak up on her whenever she came home from school. She would simply just look at him with a smile and say "Hi Dad! How was your day?" This discouraged her father that he couldn't frighten his own child but he loved her nonetheless. One day she was at school and a spider, quite of a larger size, had crawled up her leg. It rested on he thigh for a bit before someone screamed and pointed it out. Mei looked down to see the spider. Gross she thought to herself. She scooped it up onto a piece of paper and tossed it outside through the window.
The student came up to her after the class was over and asked her how she wasn't frightened of the spider. Mei explained to them that she had never had a fear of something or been able to be scared her whole life. After this the news spread around school. It was posted as an article in her school newspaper as well.
Mei Hagikura, Unscarable girl?
People didn't believe it. They were constantly jumping out of classrooms, lockers, and even trash bins trying to spook her. None of it worked. The put a clown toy in her locker that was rigged to jump out at her once she opened it. She didn't visit her locker until the end of the day. She opened it and the clown launched out at her. There were students recording at the end of the hallway. Not even a flinch from Mei when she saw the clown. It sat there in her face. She stared at it in it's wide eyes. "Seriously guys? What is this madness? Just give up already, you're never going to scare me."
Mei was starting to get tired of them jumping out at her. What did they want? At this point it had been going on for months and still no one gave up. It's like they were so determined to get a scream out of her that they would hurt themselves. Literally. Someone had another student push them down the stairs to see if she would get scared and scream. She didn't. She just looked at them as they lay at the bottom of the staircase with a fractured wrist. She looked at the three of them who had planned this. "Have you all gone bonkers!? What is wrong with you!? This is the plan you came up with!? To push Tyler down the stairs!? She scoffed and walked away.
After she got home she found out her mother had fallen ill. Soon later she passed and Mei ran to her room in tears of anger. Why were so many things happening in her life. This was the same night she got her first sign of magic. She had stared at her homework so hard it caught a flame. She got up and put the small fire out with a glass of water that was sitting on her bedside table. Why did she never get scared? She didn't know but it sure was pretty helpful not ever having a fear of something.Word count: 536
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Strength: 7
Wisdom: 6
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24 Apr 2022, 03:10
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Seer
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Old Stats: Stamina - 7 |Evasion - 7 |Strength - 1 | Wisdom - 6 |Arc Power - 6 |Accuracy - 8
New Stats: Stamina - 7 |Evasion - 7 |Strength - 1 | Wisdom - 5 |Arc Power - 3 |Accuracy - 7
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Seer
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
IN CASE YOU ARE APPLYING FOR A SPECIAL RACE OR RARE TALENT: There was once a young girl who had visions. She could see the future, events that would happen, plans that would be made, people's actions all before they were done in real life. Eventually, this girl grew up and had children. Her children were seemingly unlike her, none of them showing signs of being a seer like their mother. Little did their mother know however, that she had married a man with a seer bloodline.
Sienna stood in the doorway of her sister's room watching her get ready. Alessia took considerable time each and every morning to make herself look good. She wasn't vain or anything of the sort though. Sienna stood watching silently until her sister looked up and caught her eye in the mirror. "Morning Sienna! Do you need something?" "No, it's just, why do you take so long in front of the mirror? I get that you want to look good and all, but it takes away time that you could be doing other things," she replied. Her sister got a mischievous glint in her eye. "What exactly did you have in mind?" Sienna grinned, "Well, there's always that one spot in the woods that we used to hang out in all the time."
The two had discovered the spot in the woods two years ago when they has gone exploring. It was secluded and the perfect spot for the two sisters to spend time together. They had gone there day after day, but there was one catch. The spot was in a place that their parents did not allow them to go in for the fact that it used to house some wild animals. Once their parents had found out that they had gone in an out of bounds area, they had been grounded for a month and forbidden to ever go back. The two both had a rebellious streak about them though.
Exactly five minutes later Sienna and Alessia were in old clothes that they could get dirty and were whispering as they walked downstairs. "Do you think we should bring Jack along?" Sienna whispered. Alessia shook her head, "No, he'd cry and complain the whole time. We wouldn't even be able to get him out of the house before he would start to cry. He would give us away within a few moments." "Yeah, okay."
They reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped short once they heard the voices of their parents. Alessia gave her a quick warning glance as if she didn't already know to be silent. She gave her sister a look and nodded her head back up the stairs. "We'll have to go out the window, if we want to get out at all today." In mutual agreement they began to go out the window of Sienna's room, seeing as that was the room that faced away from the living room windows. Suddenly, Sienna had a sudden instinct that they shouldn't be going out her window.
"Alessia," she whispered urgently. "We can't go out my window, we'll have to go out yours." Her sister gave her a strange look. "Why do you say that? If we go out my window, we'll be seen." Sienna shook her head quickly. "No, look, I can't explain it. I just have a feeling okay?" Alessia shrugged, "If you say so."
They crept out Alessia's window in the end, against Alessia's better judgement. Peering around the corner precariously, they saw their parents under Sienna's room window, their father showing their mother another one of his inventions. "How did you...?" Alessia broke off with a shake of her head. "Doesn't matter I guess. The important thing is that we're out." They turned and raced away from the house, running in the direction of the spot in the woods.
They spent at least an hour simply talking with each other in their spot. The two had the most fun they had in weeks with each other. They decided on heading back after the hour was up though, lest their parents realize the two had snuck out.
When they arrived back home they saw their mother walking towards where they stood. Immediately they froze, but she appeared not to have seen them yet. They raced around to enter their home from the back entrance, but found it blocked by their father. Turning back around, they saw their mother walking around the house in their general direction. Without a second's hesitation, Alessia pulled Sienna down into some bushes. She put a finger to her lips to signal Sienna to stay quiet until their mother had passed.
Out of nowhere, Sienna got that feeling again. The one that had led her to have them exit the house from Alessia's room window instead of hers. This was the wrong place to hide. If they had just gone into a different hiding place instead of these bushes. Sienna had a feeling, she couldn't explain what it was, but she knew they would be found by their approaching mother. Sure enough, a few moments later the bushes parted and their mother looked down on them disapprovingly. The two girls were grounded for another month for disobeying their parents, but it was also a momentous occasion for Sienna because it was the first time she realized that she was a Seer.
Sienna stood in the doorway of her sister's room watching her get ready. Alessia took considerable time each and every morning to make herself look good. She wasn't vain or anything of the sort though. Sienna stood watching silently until her sister looked up and caught her eye in the mirror. "Morning Sienna! Do you need something?" "No, it's just, why do you take so long in front of the mirror? I get that you want to look good and all, but it takes away time that you could be doing other things," she replied. Her sister got a mischievous glint in her eye. "What exactly did you have in mind?" Sienna grinned, "Well, there's always that one spot in the woods that we used to hang out in all the time."
The two had discovered the spot in the woods two years ago when they has gone exploring. It was secluded and the perfect spot for the two sisters to spend time together. They had gone there day after day, but there was one catch. The spot was in a place that their parents did not allow them to go in for the fact that it used to house some wild animals. Once their parents had found out that they had gone in an out of bounds area, they had been grounded for a month and forbidden to ever go back. The two both had a rebellious streak about them though.
Exactly five minutes later Sienna and Alessia were in old clothes that they could get dirty and were whispering as they walked downstairs. "Do you think we should bring Jack along?" Sienna whispered. Alessia shook her head, "No, he'd cry and complain the whole time. We wouldn't even be able to get him out of the house before he would start to cry. He would give us away within a few moments." "Yeah, okay."
They reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped short once they heard the voices of their parents. Alessia gave her a quick warning glance as if she didn't already know to be silent. She gave her sister a look and nodded her head back up the stairs. "We'll have to go out the window, if we want to get out at all today." In mutual agreement they began to go out the window of Sienna's room, seeing as that was the room that faced away from the living room windows. Suddenly, Sienna had a sudden instinct that they shouldn't be going out her window.
"Alessia," she whispered urgently. "We can't go out my window, we'll have to go out yours." Her sister gave her a strange look. "Why do you say that? If we go out my window, we'll be seen." Sienna shook her head quickly. "No, look, I can't explain it. I just have a feeling okay?" Alessia shrugged, "If you say so."
They crept out Alessia's window in the end, against Alessia's better judgement. Peering around the corner precariously, they saw their parents under Sienna's room window, their father showing their mother another one of his inventions. "How did you...?" Alessia broke off with a shake of her head. "Doesn't matter I guess. The important thing is that we're out." They turned and raced away from the house, running in the direction of the spot in the woods.
They spent at least an hour simply talking with each other in their spot. The two had the most fun they had in weeks with each other. They decided on heading back after the hour was up though, lest their parents realize the two had snuck out.
When they arrived back home they saw their mother walking towards where they stood. Immediately they froze, but she appeared not to have seen them yet. They raced around to enter their home from the back entrance, but found it blocked by their father. Turning back around, they saw their mother walking around the house in their general direction. Without a second's hesitation, Alessia pulled Sienna down into some bushes. She put a finger to her lips to signal Sienna to stay quiet until their mother had passed.
Out of nowhere, Sienna got that feeling again. The one that had led her to have them exit the house from Alessia's room window instead of hers. This was the wrong place to hide. If they had just gone into a different hiding place instead of these bushes. Sienna had a feeling, she couldn't explain what it was, but she knew they would be found by their approaching mother. Sure enough, a few moments later the bushes parted and their mother looked down on them disapprovingly. The two girls were grounded for another month for disobeying their parents, but it was also a momentous occasion for Sienna because it was the first time she realized that she was a Seer.
Old Stats: Stamina - 7 |Evasion - 7 |Strength - 1 | Wisdom - 6 |Arc Power - 6 |Accuracy - 8
New Stats: Stamina - 7 |Evasion - 7 |Strength - 1 | Wisdom - 5 |Arc Power - 3 |Accuracy - 7
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Name of Ability or Race| Metamorphmagi
Stats|
Stamina: 4
Evasion: 4
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 10
ArcPower: 6
Accuracy: 4
Describe why it Fits my Character|
Metamorphmagi is a rare race. In the Evergreen family, it has only been one person, as far as the family can remember, who has had the ability to change at will, and that is Kay. She is a rarity not only in her family but also in the world. Ever since she was a young child, around the age of two, she was able to change her appearance. It wasn't always the biggest thing, sometimes it would be her eyes lighting up when she was happy, or her nails becoming a little longer.
When she got older, around the age of eight, her ability to change became more obvious. Whenever she had a strong emotion her body would change one way or another. Her parents loved her and her amazing ability. Her mom had a pet owl and sometimes she would have a few snowy white feathers appear in her hair if she was really happy and around her bird. Her mom was very freaked out by that though.
Over the next few years, she got better at changing herself. She was able to control more things like the color of her hair or her eyes. She would try to scare her mom by making her nose bent and saying she broke her nose. Her mom only fell for this a couple of times. She would also change to impress her friends. It was only small things like making her eyes bright purple, but they were amazed anyway. She would also imitate her siblings to make them laugh their stomachs hurt.
When she got her Hogwarts acceptance letter, her hair and eyes turned bright yellow with joy. Soon after, she went to Diagon alley for her supplies. She kept getting strange, surprised, or amused looks from passersby when they saw a small girl with hair that was constantly changing from yellow, to purple, to pink when she was excited. When she got her wand her hair and eyes became very bright pink.
When she finally made it to Hogwarts and got sorted into Ravenclaw, she was so excited. When she made it to her table she turned her hair blue to impress the other Ravenclaws. She excelled in her classes and continued to practice changing her appearance. She caused a little bit of trouble with her changing, but she wouldn't mean to. Sometimes her appearance would change when she didn't want it to, but her professors thought she was trying to cause trouble by distracting the class. But besides a couple of up-tight professors, she found life at Hogwarts very enjoyable.
She works hard to try to get better at using her ability. She loves making her friends smile with her ability, and she hopes one day that using her ability, she could help the world as much as she can. She loves her family and her family loves her, and her ability. At Quidditch games, her house loves how she can show her Ravenclaw pride by making her hair bright blue.
Name of Ability or Race| Metamorphmagi
Stats|
Stamina: 4
Evasion: 4
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 10
ArcPower: 6
Accuracy: 4
Describe why it Fits my Character|
Metamorphmagi is a rare race. In the Evergreen family, it has only been one person, as far as the family can remember, who has had the ability to change at will, and that is Kay. She is a rarity not only in her family but also in the world. Ever since she was a young child, around the age of two, she was able to change her appearance. It wasn't always the biggest thing, sometimes it would be her eyes lighting up when she was happy, or her nails becoming a little longer.
When she got older, around the age of eight, her ability to change became more obvious. Whenever she had a strong emotion her body would change one way or another. Her parents loved her and her amazing ability. Her mom had a pet owl and sometimes she would have a few snowy white feathers appear in her hair if she was really happy and around her bird. Her mom was very freaked out by that though.
Over the next few years, she got better at changing herself. She was able to control more things like the color of her hair or her eyes. She would try to scare her mom by making her nose bent and saying she broke her nose. Her mom only fell for this a couple of times. She would also change to impress her friends. It was only small things like making her eyes bright purple, but they were amazed anyway. She would also imitate her siblings to make them laugh their stomachs hurt.
When she got her Hogwarts acceptance letter, her hair and eyes turned bright yellow with joy. Soon after, she went to Diagon alley for her supplies. She kept getting strange, surprised, or amused looks from passersby when they saw a small girl with hair that was constantly changing from yellow, to purple, to pink when she was excited. When she got her wand her hair and eyes became very bright pink.
When she finally made it to Hogwarts and got sorted into Ravenclaw, she was so excited. When she made it to her table she turned her hair blue to impress the other Ravenclaws. She excelled in her classes and continued to practice changing her appearance. She caused a little bit of trouble with her changing, but she wouldn't mean to. Sometimes her appearance would change when she didn't want it to, but her professors thought she was trying to cause trouble by distracting the class. But besides a couple of up-tight professors, she found life at Hogwarts very enjoyable.
She works hard to try to get better at using her ability. She loves making her friends smile with her ability, and she hopes one day that using her ability, she could help the world as much as she can. She loves her family and her family loves her, and her ability. At Quidditch games, her house loves how she can show her Ravenclaw pride by making her hair bright blue.
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Stamina:4 - Evasion:4 - Strength:2 - Wisdom:10 - Arcane Power:10 - Accuracy:5
Stamina:4 - Evasion:4 - Strength:2 - Wisdom:10 - Arcane Power:10 - Accuracy:5