STATUS: Approved 

STATUS: Approved 

Mod note: Approved.

Mod note: approved

STATUS: Approved

• Stamina: 5
• Evasion: 6
• Strength: 5
• Wisdom: 7
• Arcane Power: 7
• Accuracy: 5

STATUS: Approved

Link to your encyclopedia thread: page

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

Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):

~Elsian has always been tricky to track down. He's constantly moving around and even the people he's closest to can have a hard time finding his latest snooze spot since he's always finding new ones to hide away at. This has been the case for as long as he can remember, practically beginning the moment he was old enough to understand that, wait a second, no, he didn't like this maid or this class is really boring, why was he here when he could be doing something else?

From climbing up trees to some how clawing himself up that one really tall roof because wow, that's a good napping place, Elsian did it all. Consequences be dammed. Sure, he almost got a broken arm once or twice when he was first learning how to climb and keep his balance but did that stop him? No. No it did not, if anything it only fueled his spite to get wherever he wanted to go, balance, height or danger factor be damned because if he had a hard time that meant it was a good hiding spot. With all the running around he did and with each failure he only got better as time passed and he got older, this only became a stronger truth when he was put into etiquette lessons and such like dancing. His grace and agility improving quite a bit with every lesson. Which in turn, to the households dismay, made him that much harder to try and wrangle in.

Over time, the uses for these skills only grew as he was forced into the den of social puranas that made up some of the higher status pure blood families because of his family name. Finding spots to maybe take a nap or avoid his history tutor quickly turned into him quietly observing which in turn, became an increasingly dangerous game of him shadowing people when he realized that he could actually figure out if people were being genuine or fake towards him and his parents. Taking great joy in making the suckers who he knew were full of it squirm because if he had to be here then he'd enjoy it.

Enter his more recent years and going into Hogwarts, Elsian loves picking at others thoughts. Finding out things about them whether it be through talking or if needed, digging around. Finding himself places to bunker down to be alone or hide from others is something that's just carried on from his home over to Hogwarts. Watching friends and possible enemies or rivals alike is something he views as if not necessary, an amusing past time and is constantly doing so. If he finds something that draws his attention or seems like a problem for him he'll do whatever he can to dig up the facts, even if it comes down to having to play dirty and spy. As long as he doesn't get caught that is.

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Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system:
Total-35 | Sta:7  | Ev:6  | Str:1 | Wis:6  | Arc:8  | Acc:7

STATUS: Approved

Encyclopedia thread: John Wolfe
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Charmer
Describe why this fits your character:

Growing up Pureblood involved a lot of training. Keeping to tradition the Wolfe family continued to raise their offspring as proper members of the Wizarding World. All of the children were told from a young act just how to act and hold themselves. Everything from clothing to eating, what to say and how to react was taught on a daily basis. There was never a time that John could recall where his parents weren't giving him some sort of education as a Pureblood. Learning to properly do up his tie at the same time he learned to tie shoes, when he didn't have his family's help doing it for him that is.
It became routine and second nature even to choose specific color coordinated outfits, his clothing behind specially tailored for him as he grew. At 11 years old John knows just how to dress himself and what sort of shirt best compliments a jacket, what tails to wear for fancy dinners or coat goes best with a Brunch gathering. Something that he had ended up learning to enjoy and take pride in.


Through the years it became in innate part of John's personality. He carried himself in a way that others didn't. No slouching, shoulders square and chin up. Never looking down and always being sure to give a proper handshake with some umph behind it. The Wolfe family had done a good job raising their children even if it meant they were so molded and melded into what the family expected that they had no sense of self. John could hold his own in conversation with adults at a young age and often it was expected of him to help glean information for his father's use, charming his way into anyone's good graces. Words easily became an art form for the young German boy. Made to socialize from a very young age, serving tea and other sweets at his mother's hosted gatherings with her ladies as well as engaging in conversation with his father's business partners. It was more than being told what to say but his keen observation through the years that allowed him to have an understanding of how to respond, tones and inflections of voice, just the right turn of phrase to use at the exact moment to steer a conversation in the way he wanted. John could identify the exact way to address anyone, especially women having spent a good deal of time with them thanks to his mother's parties. It had become so natural that often his parents had to rotate out nannies and Governesses as the boy often sweet talked his way into anything he wanted from extra snacks, staying up late, or breaking them from their dutiful facade as the family's help usually resulting in their termination from the Wolfe household.

In Wales, his parents set a strict schedule of studying and other hobbies to make the boy a well rounded member of proper society. They quickly found he was admired by those his age and realized he would find friends easily among the common folk that resided around their second home. This was not something they wanted as they felt John was too far above in station. Secluding him from the other children meant he mostly interacted with Pureblood families many of which were adults, enabling him to pick up on their socializing skills and emulate their ways. Hogwarts would be no different, even if he found himself faltering in staying true to his Pureblood outlook on others and their blood-status, John found himself easily chatting with those around him. Conversation always developing as easy as breathing. Clothes nicely kept and ironed, collar smoothed and hair combed in a clean fashion with some stray strands sweeping over his face now and again, emerald eyes bright and observant, John would relish this new experience of Hogwarts.

Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system:
I would be keeping my stats the same as they are listed now;
Stamina:     6
Evasion:    6
Strength:    8
Wisdom:    5
ArcPower:  6
Accuracy:  4

Status: Approved 

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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):

Percival was taught not to be afraid of the unknown ever since he was born, something of which his parents made sure of. They didn't want their child to show weakness in the face of fear or uncertainty, a trait they believed would help him through his life as he grew wiser and independent. Before him, their parents had shared the same strict upbringing and was given the same restrictive upbringing as they did, so it was only right to do the right thing and continue the tradition. One example of this trait would be when he was the age of 10, one year before he started his journey at Hogwarts.

It was a bleak morning on the Gray estate, the sky was grey and the area around them was foggy, something of which wasn't perfect for what they were going to do. Him and his father were out in the garden, both wearing thin coats and regular clothing as they walked across the well kept grass "Even a crap day is good for learning son, remember that" he said as he looked to his side, making sure Percival got the message. In reply, he nodded slowly, his eyes staring determinedly in front of him. Today, they were going on their daily broom ride around the countryside of St. Ives. The scenery was perfect for training due to the remoteness and the slim chance of seeing any muggles around, although, the weather could get a bit wild now and then.

On the grass, lay two broomsticks. Both of them seemed to be well maintained and looked after, you could even say down to the smallest smudge. They belonged to his father Elias, who allowed his son to borrow one of them for training purposes. One other condition was that he had to look after and maintain it himself, otherwise he wasn't worthy of having one. Back in his Hogwarts days, Elias was a talented broom rider. Even before he arrived at Hogwarts he already knew the basics of riding and excelled in most of his flying lessons. During his second year Slytherin were amendment in getting him started for the quidditch team, mainly as a seeker due to his good hawk like eyesight and terrific control of his broom. However, every time they asked he refused. Percival never knew the reason why, maybe he was dead set on what he wanted to do in life and didn't want to take a different path.

Father and son now stood over the brooms, one hand above the handle as percival shouted "Up!" in a clear and loud voice. The broom instantly shot up into his hand, letting him prepare as his father did the same “You know the drill Percy, keep close behind me and if you get lost try and make your way back here. You got that?"Elias questions, making sure Percival got the plan "Yes sir..." he said back to him, his eyes gazing down to the broom under him. After a few seconds his father would slowly lift off the ground, his broom lifting him upwards higher into the air by each second. Not long after Percy would follow suit, but more slower and careful compared to his father who had way more experience than him.

The two of them get to a reasonable height and zoom forwards into the fog, his father going a decent speed in front of him. For now, the boy was following his father with ease and kept a steady pace behind him. Although, it wouldn't last long. It was almost as if someone had flicked a switch to turn up the wind, because the weather changed drastically in a matter of seconds. First, it was the rain. Heavy downpours smacked into the side of them out of the blue, forcing them both to stop in their tracks. His father shouted over the whistling wind to start making his way back to the house. Elias quickly went in front and slowly began to guide him back, the heavy rain and wind blowing into their bodies forcefully. Suddenly, something forced his broom to the right and almost flinged him off, leaving him dangling on the side with one hand and arm on the broom. He quickly flung himself back into the right position and looked around, but all around him was a layer of fog and rain.

At this point he was soaked to the bone, and shivering from the cold rain that hit his body. Percy slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and remember what his father said. He knew it was going to be hard finding his way back in these conditions, all he could do was try and hope for the best. There was no point waiting and depending on his father, if he kept to the plan he would be at the house. Percival drifted along the sky at a slow pace and guided himself to a lower altitude, his eyes squinting rapidly from the droplets that hit it. Ten minutes went by and he still couldn’t find no trace. His hands were numb and he couldn’t hang onto the broom much longer, as well as his will to stay awake.

But to his luck, a light appeared no too far below him through the fog. With no other options left he spiralled downwards towards the light, full well knowing it was his only option right now. Even though the harsh conditions didn’t let up, the fog seemed to disperse as he grew closer to the surface. To his joy, the mansion was finally in view as he tried to get there as soon as possible before he inevitably fell off. Just as he reached the gardens he felt his grip go, leaving him to crash and roll along the grass. His face and clothing was covered in wet mud and various other muck as he finally came to a standstill. Luckily, him and his broom landed in one piece at least, but his pricey clothing was a different story. He breathed in and out and struggled to get into a standing position, mainly because his legs felt like jelly and his body was on the verge of shutting down. Percy stumbled over to the broom and grabbed it, before dragging himself to the back of the house.

Just before he reached the door Elias  slowly opened it from the inside and stepped out, looking at him up and down as Percy stood in the rain with his head down. His father sighed and walked out to him, putting a dry towel over him and walking him inside “Once you’ve dried off and sorted yourself out make sure that broom is spotless. Other then that, I’m proud of you son...” he said in his usual serious tone. A praise off his father wasn’t common by any means, and required him to do something extraordinary to get one. But one question led to another, did he mean it to go this way in order to test him or was it just him being his normal self? One thing was for certain though, he was sure to learn from this experience greatly.

STATUS: Approved