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22 Jun 2020, 20:20
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Name of Ability Applied For: The Martial Artist. Year 2 ability slot.

Description of Why This Fits My Character:

Howard is not actually a Martial Artist. There were no Karate or Tae Kwon Do lessons growing up or a long line of ancestral ninjas in the White family tree. His skill in hand to hand combat would start in his childhood on the streets of Manchester, later to be enhanced by his transformation into a Dhampir.

Howard’s Muggle life was what most would call troubled. The White household was anything but a pleasant place. A sad tale really, one of fear and anger. Having no control over his home life, Howard would take the aggression that built up at home with him wherever he went. It would follow him to school, the football field, to the streets where he and his mates would roam during their free time. Carrying such a chip on his shoulders lead him to being very temperamental. He was very quick to become defensive and easily insulted even if that was not the intention. As one might guess, this lead to him being involved in a fair amount of fights.

It would first start with some shoving matches. Young, aggressive boys that would push each other around or Grapple in the dirt to solve their differences. However, with time the violence would escalate. As these rough and tumble boys grew, so did their desire to establish dominance amongst themselves. A primal urge to carve out a little control in a life that was full of chaos and turmoil. When the wrestling was not enough, that’s when the fist fighting would begin.

As Howard began to face off with his opponents, he would begin to learn how to throw a proper Punch. His fists would ball, he would take a step forward as he rotated his hips behind the blow. With time, he would become quite adept at it and even make a name for himself as a competent street fighter.

However, sometimes a bit of boxing wouldn’t be enough. There were times when Howard would face off against more than one opponent. A desperate situation calls for a desperate action. With a large sweeping motion, Howard would unleash a mighty Kick. It was was a wild move, one that was not nearly as accurate as his punches, but if it landed the blow would be devastating.

Finally, if Howard could not subdue his opponents through grapples or blows, he would resort to truly dangerous move. With all of his strength behind him, he would reach out with both hands and target the throat in a Chokehold. His fingers would squeeze, cutting off the blood flow to the brain and if successful would render his opponent unconscious.

It is not a glamorous tale of training and dedication, but Howard is an adept fighter all the same.

Word Count: 460

Stats:
Stamina | 10
Evasion | 6
Strength | 12
Wisdom | 0
Arc Power | 0
Accuracy | 12

STATUS: Approved

STA: 12 | EVA: 18 | STR: 15 | WIS: 1 | ARC: 0 | ACC: 20
Abilities: Fangs, Bite & Claw | Martial Artist | Unsettling Aura | Blind Vision | Keen Smell | Terrible Presence | Blood Resurrection
23 Jun 2020, 05:05
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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): [500 words for a race and talent, 400 words for an ability, please include word count. This would include things such as how this entered your family line or how you were exposed to it in cases of Lycanotrophy. This would also include mentioning or updating your appearance, mannerisms or build to reflect this ability or change. This can be completed in-character first or second person or from a third person perspective. ]
Altair was born into a family that loved animals. All kinds, shapes, and sizes. In fact, both her parents were vets. Muggles, but vets. The family even had a German Shepherd. The house was full of animals that had to stay overnight, or needed emergency care. Because of this, both Altair and her brother loved animals. They often explored in the nearby woods and meadow near their home, frolicking with the wild animals who were quite familiar with them and with their dog. Sometimes, when they come across an injured animal, they would help them with the knowledge they learned from their parents if it was a minor injury. The worse ones they would bring to their parents.
It was no big news, when one day, Altair and her brother spotted some prints leading towards the woods. they could tell something was wrong, because it seemed like whatever it was had been in a hurry. Thinking it was an animal in need, they followed the tracks. They eventually reached so far into the woods, the branches almost completely blocked out the sun. By now, there was no sun, only a full moon could be seen through the branches. It was then they heard a howl. The kind of sound that sent shivers down your spine. It didn't sound like a regular wolf and they immediately knew something was wrong. But not being the kind of person to leave behind an animal in need, Altair convinced her brother to push through a bit longer with her until they saw broken branches and pieces of fur snagged on various places.
Her brother tugged on her arm, "Sis, I think we should head back. This doesn't seem right."
"But--" started Altair.
"The moon's already out. Our parents will be looking for us. Come on." said her brother, always the voice of reason.
"Fine." said Altair as she grudgingly agreed, going this far was dangerous, and they hadn't been this deep in the woods before.
Another howl rang through the trees, perhaps closer than before. Then growling, and the sounds of snapping branches, rapid footsteps.
"Run!" screamed Altair, as they ran in the opposite direction, following the tracks back. The breathing got closer and closer-- the branches were starting to thin out now, were they going to make it? Altair could spot some familiar landmarks now, the cluster of orange mushrooms, the low hanging branch that she and her brother loved climbing on. They were too old to climb on it now without it breaking at the joint, but maybe...
"Keep running!" shouted Altair as she placed her hands on the footholds she knew so well on the tree. She flung herself onto the branch as she felt a searing pain in her leg. There was a loud cracking sound, then the branch fell onto her attacker.
"Sis!" her brother had come back thought Altair, as she slowly lost consciousness.

It was too dark then to see anything properly, so her brother had run back to get their parents. Within an hour, their parents had brought a flashlight to find Altair. They found what looked like a wolf, but with some odd features crushed beneath a tree branch and Altair unconscious with a leg soaked with blood. They carried her back home and discussed taking her to the hospital, but the nearest one was hours away. Good thing they were vets, because the mom stitched up the wound which looked very similar to a bite mark, while the dad interrogated the brother to see if there was any risk of infection.
"Honey?" said her mom to her dad, "This isn't a normal bite."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I-- I have a sister, she is a witch who works in some sort of magical animals department or something like that. I think we should call her."
Once her mom's sister arrived she immediately diagnosed the injury as a werewolf bite. "I'm afraid there is no cure for this. But we should take her to St. Mungos first for treatment."
"What are you talking about? St. Mungos? Is that a mental facility or something my daughter will NOT go crazy I tell you--" started her mom.
"Oh no, of course not it's a magical hospital for injuries such as these. I can bring her but be warned. After being bitten by a werewolf, people aren't the same again."
After treatments and being sent home with a yearly supply of wolfsbane potion, the family started to notice some changes in Altair. One of them was her sudden liking of steak, very raw. Her family helped her deal with this new condition and learned to live with it eventually.

Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system: This will serve as your change/update to your stats as well.
Stamina: 4
Evasion: 6
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 6
Accuracy: 5

STATUS: Approved, please owl a HoH for blood status change
Last edited by Altair Cometnova on 26 Jun 2020, 16:16, edited 2 times in total.

Werewolf
Stats: 5/6/5/5/7/7
Abilities: Prodigial Charms
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23 Jun 2020, 18:39
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~Rose Moon's First Year Ability Application~
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Keen Eye
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With a keen eye you notice things that others do not notice on the Quidditch playing field. That glint of gold, that faint whir. You were always the first to find that lost item at home. Intuitive, logical and perhaps a bit lucky.
Prerequisites: None
Effect: 10% chance to automatically identify the location of the snitch when playing Quidditch. This cannot be used to notice a hidden person, but this can be useful in adventures where you attempt to find a hidden door, secret compartment or search the area. There is a 25% chance of automatically finding something (if there is anything that can be found) not someone.
Remember: You can only search a room or a setting area in an adventure once, you cannot roll until you win.
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Rose Moon has always had a strange knack for seeing things others didn't. Being maybe the most extreme case of introversion her extroverted family has ever seen, Rose has always liked being quiet during conversations and watching and listening to conversations and how things would unfold instead of being a major part of them. She would add something if she thought it would help or be something that person or people would appreciate, but she wouldn't be frequently commenting. At school, she would do this, too. In addition to being an excellent student, Rose had a pattern of noticing things in class that she would bring up, receiving raised eyebrows and curious looks. But when she showed them, proved to them she was right, she would receive either praise or being called an overanalyzing weirdo. Being a perfectionist, she would, in fact, overanalyze things, either until she got bored with it or came to what she felt was an exceptional understanding of the situation. Whenever she or others had a fight with friends or siblings, Rose would think about it as she went to sleep, analyzing the situation, searching for solutions, compromises, or ways to explain her opinion to the opposing party and would be well (maybe too well) prepared to fix the problem the next day. Watching and listening to everything that happened around her rather than being smack in the middle of it, she became well versed in social and physical cues and over time as she did this and she developed and honed her skill of spotting things others overlooked. She would notice someone's new shirt or haircut or the way people acted around certain people, the way their posture would stiffen or relax, the way people breathed. She noticed little ways people were kind, analyzing their personality as they spent time together. She noticed how some people's eyes flashed sad when others talked about select subjects and how some people suppressed their anger at certain people. Or a glint of gold... Though her keen eye often came in handy, sometimes, though, her over-analyzation of everything had a downside. Sometimes, the way she knew absolutely everything about you, or sometimes more than you do yourself, is just creepy, and she got many weird looks and jealous or freaked-out people would call her a weirdo or a freak. She usually tried to hold back mentioning the strange, random things she noticed because of this.
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Word count: 406 words
Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system:
Stamina:
6
Evasion:
6
Strength:
5
Wisdom:
7
Arcane Power:
6
Accuracy:
5
Side Note: I am so sorry if this is late or if I need to edit anything. Don't hesitate to owl me!!!
Status:
STATUS: Approved
23 Jun 2020, 20:49
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Sixth Sense
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-Sixth Sense-
You just have a sense for things. You notice more often than most when something is out of place, such as a chair that is breathing or a snake in the grass that looks like it is watching you.

Effect: +2 to their awareness rolls. If a player attempts to enter a thread that you are already in, there is a 25% chance that you automatically detect them on entry.


Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Nell Zoldak has always had a sense for things. It seemed, however, to be more than a sense. More like a gut feeling. She could remember so may times when this feeling had helped her, or even saved her.

One time, Nell was in her family's living room. She was probably around 4, a young child to say the least. At this time, she owned a tabby cat which her older brother had named Whiskers when he was around 4. This cat was an interesting cat in many ways. Some days, Whiskers would be friendly, other days, you couldn't even go near him. The day of the following occurrences was one of his bad days. Nell was sitting on the rug in the middle of the room, peaceful as anything. She was playing with, well, something. Then, she did something that felt like an instinct or that familiar gut feeling. This feeling made her move to the side without any hesitation, and something in her head told her to. It felt like she knew something was coming. A few seconds later, from what her mother described, Whiskers lunged to the place she was sitting from behind. If Nell Hadn't moved, this encounter could've caused serious injury.

Another time, Nell was at school. She was sitting in class, nothing special. Nell was about 7, give or take a year, at the time. She was quite bored to say the least. The teacher had asked a question and Nell didn't answer, but she glanced towards someone. Just a slight glance, just a random person. It was the type of glance where you almost expect them to say something. To her great surprise, that student raised their hand a second after she looked at them. Then, the teacher called on that student. After the strange occurrence, Nell looked away and pondered on why it had happened for quite a while.

Many of her "friends" at a young age thought it was weird she could sense things like that, and some even ditched her because of it. Nell always thought it was nothing, nothing at all. Nell refused to believe it was magic, even after her arrival at Hogwarts. She thought this because her parents and siblings weren't magical, not in the slightest. However, she always pondered the thought of her grandparents- both paternal and maternal -being magical. She highly doubted it, but the thought always returned to her.

Nell was always someone who was aware, maybe even too aware. But the way she was aware seemed, unnatural. It didn't seem like one should predict what happens in the very near future. Nell has always bypassed it, until now.
WC: 445
Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system: This will serve as your change/update to your stats as well.
Stamina: 6

Evasion: 4

Strength: 4

Wisdom: 9

Arcane Power: 7

Accuracy: 5
STATUS: Approved
Last edited by Nell Zoldak on 25 Jun 2020, 01:04, edited 1 time in total.

STA: 6 EVA: 8 STR: 5 WIS: 9 AP: 5 ACC: 7
Sixth Sense | Prodigal Charms Learner
"mindset first, actions second.” -unknown
24 Jun 2020, 02:09
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Name of Race that you Are Applying for: Werewolf
Describe why this fits your character: WC: 592/500
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In the summer of 1998, Makoto was almost fourteen and his mother felt he needed to learn about the culture in her home country of Ghana. Both of his parents would be busy with work that summer, so he was sent abroad on his own for the first time.

When he arrived, his uncle and grandparents were extremely welcoming. The Nyamekye family were extremely wealthy pure-blood Ghanaians, and they were respected by many people in the country. Their wealth came from a monopoly on the precious golds in the country, and they didn't hold anything back in celebrating Mako's arrival. He learned a lot during his month-long stay, but it was the end of the summer that brought about his life-altering moment.

On one of his last nights in the country, his uncle Kojo told him about a celebration that a clan of lycanthropes were throwing that evening. Makoto was eager to join his uncle at the ceremony because he had never met a werewolf before. They traveled across the country to a poorer region, where there were huts and mud buildings as opposed to the rich village and forestry that his family lived in. It was there that they met up with a group of locals who spoke a much different dialect than Mako had been learning from his Ghanian family. His uncle served as a translator, explaining that the village harbored three werewolves, who only passed on the lycanthropy to a select few members of their tribe. Every full moon, the wolves would transform and maintain their humanity thanks to wolfsbane, allowing the villagers to pay them respect.

Their customs were intriguing to Makoto, and he wanted to partake and witness the werewolves themselves. It was a full moon that night, and the tribe eventually gathered around a huge fire. Three enormous werewolves sat in front of it, looking immensely regal and decorated. One by one, the villagers would approach and make a gesture in a sign language that Mako didn't understand. His uncle told him it was a sign of respect. Then the villagers would recite a phrase in their dialect, all of them saying the words of respect and admiration. Then they would lay something in front of the wolves - their best dishes, a necklace large enough for their transformed states, cloths. It was an incredible tradition to behold. Uncle Kojo told him how to say the words before his turn came, and he was able to offer the largest of the wolves - a huge gray wolf with a blind eye - one of the Nyamekye family's largest and finest jewels.

The celebration lasted for hours, and eventually the wolves left the tribe to go for a run before the moon disappeared. Makoto was too tired to continue celebrating, even though several villagers intended to wait for the return of their leaders. He was offered a hut to sleep in while the celebration continued, so he accepted. It was less than an hour later when the sounds of screaming woke him up. He rushed outside to see an unfamiliar wolf in the village square, attacking the people. As he tried to flee with the rest of the villagers, Mako himself was soon a victim to a bite. It was only moments later that the tribe's werewolves returned to defend the tribe, but the damage had been done.

Mako would later learn that the attacker had been a werewolf from a neighboring tribe. She had missed her necessary drink of wolfsbane, and it turned out to be an awful accident.

Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system: Stamina: 15 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 20 | Wisdom: 4 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 15

STATUS: approved
25 Jun 2020, 18:53
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Name of Race that is applying for: Werewolf

Why it fits my character: Henry's mother; Ivy was a auror and she was very good at her job. She put away more dark wizards than most while making herself more enemies than most. On one chilly night, the full moon was brighter than usual when Henry and his twin sister; Annabeth were around 6. Henry's parents were having some family time with him, his twin, and older brother atop a hill under a large oak tree near their village in godric hollow. While most would say spending time as a family outside during the night was dangerous this small family would disagree because the during the day Ivy spent long hours at the ministry with her husband; Luke, leaving Henry and his twin; Annabeth alone under the watch of their older brother; Arthur. So the night was the only time this family got to spend together, they also shared a loved of the outdoors and magical creatures so Ivy thought it would be nice for the family to lay together under the moonlight, maybe they find a rare creature.

The family lay out there for hours and in that short time everything was peaceful that was before two werewolf's that two of Fenrir greenback's followers found them and attack. Luke held off one while Ivy held the other off, Arthur was supposed to run to safety with his two younger siblings but couldn't, he stood frozen from fear. After a few minutes, Ivy lost her balance and her werewolf attack and killed her in front of Luke who held back tears trying to fight against his own werewolf. The first werewolf with no one to fight rushed to the three children, Luke saw this and sent a powerful knock back jinx to his which knocked him out and rushed to his children but he was to late. The first werewolf already got to Henry and clawed him right down the chest, Luke shot a knock back jinx at him right after causing that werewolf to flee. He then rushed to his children, to see Henry with his chest tear apart and bleeding from the werewolf's claw. Luke took Henry in his arms and told his children to hold onto him as they disapparated to St. Mungo's.

When Henry woke up the next to find he was in a strange bed that his twin was sitting at the end of and his older brother was holding her hand next to him. His father had tears in his eyes as he stood above him. Henry felt a pain on his chest and touch it, it was the cut from the werewolf. His father touched his chest and kept on saying that he was sorry. Henry didn't know why and no one would tell where they were. Henry's father; Luke finally told him that they were in St. Mungo's and that he, Henry was a were wolf. Henry then learn that the mark on his chest would never go away it would stay as a reminded of that night.

Henry grew as more of a outsider, only ever trusting his twin and older brother. Henry stopped going to primarily school not only because of the bulling but also because of his condition as a werewolf. He started to spend more time reading to expand his mind and less time with other people besides from his twin sister and older brother. The ministry for some reason gave Henry access to wolfbane potion ever week before a full moon so he had a less painful transformation. During his transformations he stayed in this room under their house that his father built for him which allowed him not to harm others during his time as a werewolf. Henry felt more of a outsider with his condition so when his letter arrived for Hogwarts he was worries on how others would see him.

Stats (Werewolf stats):
Stamina: 5
Evasion:5
Strength:4
Wisdom:7
Arcpower:5
Accuracy:4
Total:30

(Word count 671, not including this)

STATUS: Approved
Last edited by Henry Knight on 28 Jun 2020, 21:28, edited 3 times in total.

"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
25 Jun 2020, 23:28
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Name of Race that you are Applying for: Dhampir

Stats: Stamina-7; Evasion-5; Strength-8; Wisdom-4; Arcane Power-5; Accuracy-6

Describe why this Fits your Character:

Cricket Mercury has always been an odd girl, coming from the fact that she is a sickly pale colour and she has big gaps where her canine teeth should be located. She has always been very sensitive to the sun and when she was younger had an accident from staying too long outside. When Cricket was around nine years old, she went for a walk in the bright daylight. Not much had bothered her, except that she was feeling a bit lightheaded. After about one hour and a half, did Cricket have such a terrible feeling. She felt very sick and her skin was burning hot. She felt like her skin was just about to explode. Instead, she got burned very badly and ran home, trying to protect herself from the sun. Her parents saw what had happened and came to the conclusion that she had gotten the genes from her father. Her father, Eden, is a Dhampir himself, with his big toothy grin and his gleaming red eyes. Meanwhile her mother, Constance, is a human. Cricket had gotten her mothers ocean blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. Sadly, Cricket had been left with a small scar on her upper right arm from the terrible burn.

Cricket has always been bullied since she was a little girl. She went to a Muggle school from ages five to nine and had always gotten made fun of because of her features. Every night she would fall asleep to the feeling of her blood red tears streaming down her pale face. "Casper the Toothless Ghost" and "Cricket Snicket" they used to call her. They even made up a song for her and would sing it everytime poor little Cricket passed by them: "Look at Toothless, how she's ruthless, singing with the crickets out at night. Paler than a ghost, who we hate the most, she could never put up a fight." Once during recess, one of the kids fell and scraped their leg and was bleeding very little. Still, from fifteen feet away could Cricket smell the scrumptious blood. Her head jolted toward the hurt little girl and she licked her lips. Knowing she must keep her and her family out of trouble, Cricket went inside and hid in the bathroom. Since then, her mother stays home and homeschools the poor child.

Cricket has always been very fond of bats. Sometimes at night, when she knows the sun won't harm her, she secretively sneaks out of her window and heads to the woods behind her house. She visits a family of five bats living in a tall tree, a mother, a father, and three children. Her favourite is the smallest bat, who she named Blade, since he had sharp-like wings. Cricket considers Blade as her best friend. She has always wanted a friend who is human and isn't family related. She has had one, but their family moved away when she was just five years old. Cricket's father sometimes brings home the children of his fellow workers and the Ministry. She does make friends with them since they are more similar then Muggle children, but she ends up not seeing them anymore since they are always older than her and are either off at Hogwarts, Durmstrang, or Beauxbatons. Her friends, the bats, will always be there for her.

Word Count: 582 words (Not including this)
STATUS: Approved, was owled for wrong stats. Please owl a HoH for blood status change
Last edited by Cricket Mercury on 28 Jun 2020, 00:58, edited 1 time in total.

"The sky is full of dreams, but you don't know how to fly" ~ The Killers
26 Jun 2020, 01:19
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Transfiguration Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Word count: 527
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As soon as Logan had read his letter, inviting him to Hogwarts and confirming his thoughts about being different, the topic could not be taken out of the young now wizard’s head for the rest of the day, or week for that matter. His uncle, ever the kind man, though admittedly shocked by the revelations he received that day, agreed to go pick up the books listed on the letter as soon as possible. Logan had a newfound thirst for more information and context on this “Wizarding World”, but no matter how much he searched and searched on the internet, even on the most obscure forums, no information that didn’t seem entirely made up or wasn’t from some book series or television popped up, so that left the books.

Arriving on Diagon Alley (Which is another story in and of itself), the boy almost made a bee-line to the shop which claimed to have the books, one “Flourish and Blotts”, which didn’t look too incredible from outside, but from inside…! No, it looked just like any other library, one with a surprising amount of books, but a library nonetheless.

Still, what was inside those books did capture Logan’s attention, he picked up one and instead of just buying it and digging through it at home, the boy (having asked for permission of course) sat on one of the provided chairs and table, opening the book and reading through it, then another, and another, and like that until his uncle came looking for him.

Admittedly, he did not finish the books, more so just lightly skimming through them, absorbing bits and pieces of them whilst flipping through random pages. Still, this was enough to get him hooked, and in particular, one of the books he got to bring home was the one that most interested him: “A beginner’s guide to Transfiguration”, the reason? Well, whilst turning pages without much care, he eyes caught a passage of the book that made his eyes wide, and then squint to read more carefully:

The art of transfiguration is the most associated with the so-called “Muggle Sciences”, being very precise and unforgiving with its requirements for the spells to work, so much so that it even uses mathematical expressions such as the following…

The passage was followed by an actual mathematical formula, just like the book called it, named the “Transformation Formula”, Logan was surprised that such a familiar thing would exist on the fantastical place the Wizarding World was proving to be, but far from making him worried or even bored, this made the young boy feel much more reassured. Since he was taught them, Logan had always been that one kid who actually enjoyed the math classes, why? He wasn’t completely sure… Perhaps something that made so much sense, with strict but clear rules was refreshing on such confusing times…

Over the following days, Logan would dedicate himself to reading more and more, and though he varied his reading materials, he would always default back to the transfiguration ones, and once he had his wand in hand, he couldn't help practicing some... He just couldn’t wait for the first class!
Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system:
  • Stamina: 3
  • Evasion: 5
  • Strength: 2
  • Wisdom: 10
  • ArcPower: 10
  • Accuracy: 5
STATUS: Approved
26 Jun 2020, 11:18
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Link to your encyclopedia thread: Geoffrey Ryan
Name of Ability or Race that you Are Applying for: Part-Veela
Describe why this fits your character: Despite what people believed & the false details on his birth documents said Geoffrey Ryan was born in Jastrzębia Góra, Poland. A village on the south coast of the Baltic Sea. The second & last of the Ryan children to be born there. For both children had been born in secret by a Veela who had, for awhile been interested in his Father. Though given what information he'd gathered about them on books Geoffrey believed this was purely for reproductive purposes. For whatever reason she'd had there was no part in their lives that she wished to play. Shortly after learning of Geoffrey his Father was forced to get a vasectomy at St. Mungos when his Wife learned of his second betrayal.

It was not long after his birth that the family made the necessary arrangements to collect him & with a little bewitching they procured the necessary documents for his birth. Fortunately unlike his sister Erin the boy was gifted with his Fathers hair & as such did not have to dye it routinely to maintain their lie. Geoffrey considered himself fortunate his Father did not have a fondness for a more obvious Magical being. He was raised with the knowledge he would never be able to truly tell someone who he was. However he was not unaware of the benefits he'd received as a result of his true lineage. Whenever Geoffrey was present he always found himself drawn into topics discussed by his parents & their peers. They often cared not at what little understanding he had of the subject, whether he had anything useful to say or no opinion to make due to his lack of understanding. He was nonetheless often encouraged to participate.

This resulted in him gaining a keen understanding of the social cues of those around him & learned how to best use his affinity for people. Unlike his sister Erin, Geoffrey found himself intrigued by what fascinated people & drove them. He seemed easily capable of forging bonds with people & navigating the sometimes difficult waters that was socializing. Before long he'd learned every individual had a worth, something that made them valuable. But mostly importantly during his experiences he'd learned that people were malleable. Whether they knew it or not it was simply a matter of finding the right method to do so. As he grew his ability to comfortable navigate most social situations was close to that of an experienced aristocrat. Even for one so young Geoffrey had a reputation for being a charming young man, despite his quirks.

Some, only the closest of family friends would joke that even Veela would be jealous of the charm exhibited by the Ryan children. After all it wasn't uncommon for some families to boast having a Veela somewhere in their family line. Usually on the outer branches so as not to cast dispersion's of doubt upon themselves directly. An unspoken exception was often made for these individuals as their company was enjoyed. But few truly believed them still to be Purebloods, as the Veela were classified as Magical Creatures. It was because of this that the Ryan's maintained this lie with the discipline that had served their family, until the weakness of their Father.

Word Count: 541

STATUS: Approved, please contact an HoH for blood status change

Stamina-4 Evasion-5 Strength-3 Wisdom-10 Arcane Power-7 Accuracy-6 Traits; Part-Veela & Lovely Creature
26 Jun 2020, 22:27
DO NOT POST HERE: Application for Magical Races/Talents and Special Abilities
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Healing Sage
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
"Leave me alone Cad. If you wish to pass now, you should have studied sooner. I can not help you out of this one." Caradoc remarked as he swung his shoulder bag around his arm. There was little time left. He could tell his brother had not been prepared at all. A spike of aggravation cut through the Hufflepuff's chest as he bumped into his sibling in order to pass. Caduceus, clearly taken aback by his brother's sudden decision to not help him out, nearly swatted a first year who passed him down the hall and jumped in a little too close to his fists waving through the air. "You're so selfish! I'm your brother. Dad would tell you to help me!"

"And dad doesn't know a thing about school, let alone magic. You're on your own." Caradoc had prepared years for this moment. Dedicated all his time into getting ready for passing these exams. Saving his brother's ass was definitely not part of the deal, especially with this being only the hundredth time they went through this. He planned to step away from his younger sibling who was swearing behind his back. Brash like the Gryffindor he was chosen to be. "Listen eejit*, you might want to be a wandering hobo or stick to your little club meetings back in Hogsmeade, but I'm actually planning on making something of my future." [*Idiot]

It was true, and even the carefree Caduceus Browne would have seen it. There had been no denying the shift in Caradoc's behaviour had gradually changed over the years. Living through Umbridge's reign in his first year he was met with hardships and punishment no kid had to undergo. He had lived in fear of living the entire length of his education in fear of the woman. While her tenure had passed by the end of that school year. Hogwarts had yet to show him many struggles he was meant to live through. Whilst never having taken part in the battle itself, Doc had witnessed the aftermath of it.

Something woke up that day, something within him. While kindness was never hard to find in the boy's character, purpose was a mystery until that faithful day. With wounded classmates and a few lost friends, Caradoc found himself aiding in their care. And over time, he started to dive into the world of healing magic. Practising his subjects meticulously. Brewing potions over lunchtime, practising his healing on willing first years with bruises or maybe a lucky someone with a broken bone. He began to slowly set himself up to be an exemplary student willing to help where he could. Across the remaining years of his education he had found less and less time for band practice and even girlfriends seemed a thing of the past after a while. There was only his desire to heal, to mend the wounds of others. The things a man could do for a smile.

"This is precisely why you've become such a loner. You're always sealed up with that kid from Slytherin, getting your head stuffed with this stupid 'plan' you have. Tell me Mr Healer, if you can't even help out your own brother how the hell will St Mungo's ever see you as capable? You're a fraud Car!" The younger sibling was now shouting down the hall as Caradoc had turned heel and slowly made his way to the great hall. There was no time for Cad left. He needed to stick to his plan. Become a healer.
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
"Come sit with me, bhuachaill." [*young teenager/boy] The older man would calmly exclaim to his oldest boy. Their garden had never been anything grand. But it was a pretty little patch of heaven. While his wife never had green thumbs, Cecil Browne rather enjoyed the little square of plants and flowers. Enjoying the sun whilst resting on the white garden bench, the father made room for Caradoc to come sit with him. "Now, will you tell me what's been going on in that head of yours. Or do we plan on making it a game? Hmm?" The older man would peer from under his straw hat. There was an evident smile resting upon his lips. A smile the boy recognised as his father knowing he would get his answer sooner or later.

"It's school..." The twelve-year old sighed. Blond curls dangling over his eyes as his face turned towards the ground. "I- I don't know if I want to go back papa." The old man raised one brow as he looked down to his son's moping face. "So things weren't what you thought they'd be? Why do your siblings have to suffer for your expectations, hmm?" The man's hand found the boy's shoulder. He gently squeezed as he kept smiling.

"Your little sister came and told me her brothers had been fighting again." His voice came out as a whisper this time. Caradoc knew his father wasn't out to get him in more trouble. It would have been their little secret, as he always kept them. The old man had always been kind, patient and true to his word. He was safety. "What about it?" Doc frowned with pursed lips. "He was being an idiot again! He's just jealous! So I hit his stupid head!" Cecil in turn furrowed his own brow at the boy. His two clear blue eyes staring right into his son's. There weren't a lot of occasions the old man had to raise his voice. There was a presence to him. Something that made you sit down and listen. Reevaluate your perspective. Caradoc knew his father to be good. But he did not understand. The boy eventually gave in and sighed. "I'm not like you papa... I get angry, a lot."

"Oh, you don't need to tell me that Caradoc." The man laughed out loud. So loud in fact, it made the boy chuckle along. "Why is that funny?" The boy asked. "Because..." Cecil spoke as he found his breath. "You are so much more like me than you would like to admit, my boy." The old man smiled again. "It is alright to be angry, Cara. It's okay. But you have to find a place for these feelings, son. Give them room to grow, evolve. And allow some space for others. You'll find a world opening up to you when you are simply... calm. And think for a second."
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Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system:

STA - 20
EVA - 1
STR - 17
WIS - 20
ARC - 8
ACC - 4

STATUS: Approved

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Calming Presence/Healing Sage/Wandless/Non-Verbal

STA - 16 | EVA - 6 | STR - 15 | WIS - 16 | ARC - 8 | ACC - 4