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Kiara Astrid is a half-blood/breed girl. Her magic comes from his father’s side, the Astrids, who have almost all been Slytherin. Her mother, Zaria Keeluvna, is a dhampir with three fourths of vampire blood since she was the daughter of a vampire and another 1/2 dhampir, but she never wanted anything to do with the killing of humans. She thought that humans ought to live in harmony with their race. Zaria's dream was to clear the human prejudice of vampires in their society and let the two races live together in harmony.
Zaria met Valik Astrid, a pure-blood and former Auror, when Zaria's grandfather, a "traditional" vampire, was trying to kill a young muggle girl. Zaria was trying to stop her grandfather, while Valik came to the scene and missed with a jinx that hit Zaria instead of her grandfather. Zaria's grandfather left without a backward glance, leaving the girl for dead. That was when Valik, with a surge of repent, brought Zaria home secretly and nursed her back to health. Soon, they fell in love and married secretly, which was unknown to both parents until the baby girl Kiara was born. Other than the fact that the two family branches were opposed to the marriage, everything seemed so bright for Zaria and Valik.
That is, until Zaria's death. (This is the reason I never mentioned Kiara's mother in her encyclopedia and bio.) The family was sleeping at night when the house was suddenly set on fire. Kiara and her father escaped without harm, but Kiara's mother was killed in the flames that burned her pale skin faster than it could kill regular humans. In anger and immense grief, Valik took the now three-year-old Kiara away and lived far from the main Astrid house. They very rarely go back, but they did on some occasions, such as the time they visited the Astrid Household at Christmas when Kiara was seven, which led to her first outburst of magic when her cousin was humiliating her mother and taunting her.
After what happened, it is no wonder that Kiara has a forlorn personality due to the isolation that having a mixed parentage resulted in, especially in a pure-blood family. That is why all her relatives shun her, thinking she should not become part of the magic community for she might dampen the good and pure reputation of the Astrid family. Therefore, Kiara grew up in a constant state of isolation and unwantedness. She thus learned the ability to project an emotion perfectly on her face but feel the exact opposite way in order for her to survive in this cruel world. So although she seems melancholy and lonely all the time, she might be plotting revenge in her heart and actually smirking under the façade of innocence. She is dark, forlorn, mysterious, and most people don’t like talking to her, and don’t if it’s not necessary. However, Kiara can tear off her façade and show her real side to you if you really get to know her ----- she has always longed for a friend whom she could reveal her true feelings to. It has always been the wish on her birthday ---- most of which she spent alone ---- until her eleventh birthday, in which an owl brought the letter to Hogwarts. Her heart has been secretly lit with a hopeful light after this.

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Stamina: 3
Evasion: 5
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 8
ArcPower: 7
Accuracy: 7

Status: Under Review

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Binding Mark

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In her first year, Opeila has gotten quite involved with the mysteries around the attacks on Hogwarts, to not say literally stumbled into them. It was a coincidence that Opeila found out about binding marks. She knew before that they were a thing, she informed herself about the second wizarding war and the death eaters only a few days after she had entered the castle. Of course she stumbled over the word then, but it did not make her curious really.

That changed in a meeting a few days before the ball. Opeila had wanted to secure herself, as it had been Vladimir Athanatos, who invited her, a boy she suspected to be involved in the spider attack from February. A few more classmates joined the group uninvited and told her about the third year Marion Davenport having 'the dark mark', which was not true, but she indeed had a binding mark. Opeila had other things to worry about then, but it stayed in her mind and in the end she did some research about the topic, together with another classmate, who developed an interest in the topic. That was how Opeila found out about the effect of binding marks and how to create them in the first place.

Opeila has a quite rational way of thinking normally. There is where she is, that is where she wants to be, that is how she gets there. Easy.
Though her opinion about binding mark is complicated. She has a quite strong moral compass, so she would never do it to another person if there was another way to reach her goals. The Slytherin might be young, but she understands very well, that making decisions that will affect her or other people forever is a foolish thing to do, at least at her age.

Opeila's greatest fear is being alone. So although she will forbid herself to use it if possible, as well as deny that she thinks of her knowledge that way, she does feel relief because she knows how to bind people to her. How to keep them close forever. She had read about the Imperius Curse before, and sometimes layed awake in her bed, turning her wand in her hands and thought how it would be to force people to stay with her forever. Those thoughts scare her and she avoided the Defense against the Dark Arts section in the library almost completely except for the literature she needed for her homework. She is scared that she could not resist the temptation one day and even coincidently stumble upon it. And then one day could not resist the temptation to use it. The knowledge of the binding mark doesn't mean a daily fight against the temptation to go the easy way like the Imperius curse would, but a possibility to keep people close to her on their own free will.
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In the time that followed her mother’s death, Elspeth looked for ways to fix things, to make things better. What the young girl didn’t know was that nothing would make it better, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try. And she’d try her absolute hardest. She would be nothing short of a perfectionist. Because if she could just be a little better—study harder, accomplish more, be a superior magician—then maybe the world would be less painful. She’d do anything for a sliver of warmth.

In the muggle world, her perfectionism first took a hold in day-to-day errands. If she went to the grocer for her father, she made sure to get everything on the list. When they went to chapel, she prayed the hardest and the deepest she could manage. When she practiced her shorthand, it would be as close to Gregg as a child could create. And when she sewed the holes in her socks to spare her father one more task, she pulled on the stitches as hard as she could without breaking them.

This translated very well into her schoolwork. While at first, her studies did suffer in the immediate time following her mother’s passing; she soon turned her attention to them with vigor. Both of her parents had emphasized how important academics were and she was going to honor that, to do them proud. Every essay, every exam, every problem set she tackled with vigor, even those disciplines with which she struggled like the sciences.

Her relentless pursuit of top marks and correct information came with her when she entered Hogwarts. She applied the same vigor and perfectionism to magical subjects as she had done to muggle ones. There was a bigger learning curve this time, as she had had no previous experience of magic and at times, she was even angry at it for finding her now, but she practiced the same principles. She spent extra time reading her textbooks and paying close attention in lectures. Her homework was tidy and thorough; and her spellcasting precise. Soon, she began to see this pay off in her marks, which made her proud, especially as a muggleborn.

To others, she may have seemed simply like a girl who was trying too hard. In fact, it may have drawn a negative image from her peers, but she didn’t care. Perfectionism wasn’t about how she wanted to be perceived, but rather it was about how she wanted to perceive the world. If she could be better, perhaps so could her environment. Perhaps, just then her mum would be proud, and it wouldn’t hurt so much.

WC: 422

Stats (for reference): Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 9

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If you were to trace the long twisting branches in Crissy’s family tree far back, you would find a woman on her father’s side named Aila. She lived with a group of traveling performers in the 15th century. She showed signs of being a Seer, but kept her real gift hidden due to people’s fears at the time. She made her living as a fortune teller, using her charismatic charms to swindle people out of their money. The ‘fortunes’ she told were typically false. Her premonitions were random, and she could not control when a vision would hit her. There are not many records on her, and it is unknown how she died or when.

On her mother’s side of the family there was a male Seer named Oliver that made the trip to Massachusetts in the 17th century. He started a small farm and made the small-town Salem his home. Unaware of the horrors that would befall there. He never did comprehend his visions. He thought they were a curse brought upon him for some wrong he committed early in life. Oliver kept to himself, never wishing to marry for fear of spreading his gift to his children like a disease. When the witch trials began, he fled Salem, for fear of being found out. Eventually he did marry when he returned back to Scotland and had three boys. To his knowledge none of his sons acquired the gift.

Crissy of course was unaware of all of this. She had no parents left to take her down memory lane and recount their family history. Though it was doubtful even her parents had known. Both were muggles, and there were no records to show otherwise. When Crissy had received her letter from Hogwarts, learning she was a witch was a shock all on its own. Her aunt thought she was a freak. She had never heard of such a place. Unbeknownst to Aunt Lesley, her own mother, Crissy’s maternal grandmother had been a squib. But she had died when Crissy was only a baby. And there was also Crissy’s great uncle on her father’s side that had been disowned. He was too a squib. But of course, any information on him and been wiped from the family’s records. His whereabouts a mystery.

Crissy was still trying to make sense of all this witch stuff. And then there were the dreams. She had been having strange dreams since she was about 6 years old. Crissy would wake sometimes in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Gripping the blankets to her chest. They would start out so vivid. She could still see the images in her mind. But then as she wiped the sleep from her eyes, it was as if she erased the memory. Crissy had tried to keep a dream journal but that only confused her more. None of her scribbles made sense in the morning. There would be days where she would get this odd sense that she had been here before. But Crissy chalked it up to déjà vu.

There was this one time when she had been playing soccer with the neighborhood boys. A kid kicked the ball into the street on accident. Crissy had been the closest, so she ran off to fetch it. But before she stepped out into the road something made her stop. It felt like a bowling ball had been dropped into her stomach. Her vision blurred, and she felt faint. Sweat dripped from her forehead, and a knot had formed in her throat choking out her words. Before she could take another step, a vehicle came speeding down the road, crushing the soccer ball. Crissy was stunned. She had tried to explain what had happened to her aunt. Aunt Lesley had just brushed it off and told her she had gotten too much sun.

Of course, Crissy has no idea about the gift she really possesses. The major signs will not appear until she is older, in her third year at Hogwarts. And since she is still so young, she does not show any physical differences either. Her hair is not the typical white shade that many acquire after powerful visions. She still posses the bright red hair like her father. Crissy feels something is different about her deep down, but she does not know what it all means still.

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Name of Ability: Fearless

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Life shrinks or expands
in proportion to one's courage.

------ Anais Nin

Although Aisling did not grow up attuned to the magical world and its fascinating and frightening truths, she grew up in an equally scary place for its own reasons. While Aisling wasn't always so bold and brave, she developed her indomitable spirit from a rather young age.

As a small child, Aisling was afraid of the dark. Something about the darkness just frightened her, but it's been so long she can't even recall why it did. Whenever she was put to bed at night she'd cling to her parents and cry, inconsolable until they flicked on her nightlight and bathed her in its soft, warm glow. It was even worse at her grandparent's house up north, with its old and squeaking foundation and damp, dreary cellar. She hated going to visit, swearing up and down that one day that cellar was going to swallow her whole.

The days leading up to Christmas and continuing through to the New Year were always a wonderfully chaotic time, and her grandparent's house was bustling with merry activity as the family celebrated. A week there once a year didn't feel like enough time for her parents, who always enjoyed a bit of wine as they rang in the new year.

The kids celebrated in their own way, entertaining themselves with fun games and movies until they passed out in their respective beds. That night they all agreed to play Hide and Seek, and with the potential of being crowned the Hide and Seek Champion Aisling made a beeline for the Perfect Hiding Spot, a place only she could fit into as the youngest, and smallest, cousin.

Her cousin Flynn, however, had a different idea. Sneaking up behind Aisling as she prepared to wiggle into place he seized her by the arm and tugged her off balance, using his size to his advantage to whip her around towards the cellar. Before Aisling knew what was happening the door's lock clicked behind her and she was swallowed by darkness.

Darkness.

The world outside the cellar's door felt like an eternity away, the sounds distant and fuzzy, like her head was being held underwater. Dread crept through her thin body, her limbs going stiff as a chill swept up her spine, lingering as a lump in her throat that made it difficult to swallow. She yelled and cried, but the combined racket of kids chasing each other and merry celebrations drowned her out.

And then she started swinging. In her mind the darkness was a monster, and it needed to be dealt with in order to survive. She threw her hands out, left and right, awkwardly swinging high and low to catch whatever beasts lurked in the cover of blackness. Some were aimed as open-palmed slaps, others as punches that, in hindsight, wouldn't have pained a hungry beast much at all. But she swung until she tired herself out, slowly realizing that her hands were connecting with nothing but air.

Wait...nothing was there?

When it dawned on her she had already cried herself dry, eyes red and puffy and her curls a frizzy mess. She collapsed near the door to catch her breath, her shaking subsiding as, like water on a duck's back, the fear melted away. While she was only in the cellar for a short time, it felt like hours had passed, and by the time her father found her she had already accepted that she was, and would be, perfectly fine. The darkness was nothing, and her fear was nothing alongside it.

Ever since, it's as if nothing could scare her. She and her older brother Devin became notorious for getting into all sorts of trouble. Sometimes it was harmless fun, climbing trees and falling out of them when they lost their grip or footing, but other times their recklessness put the two of them in rather dangerous situations. Her father is never quite proud when asked to recite the time Aisling jumped out of her second story bedroom window to try and land on a trampoline and broke her ankle for her efforts. Or, the other time she gave herself a concussion when trying to learn how to skateboard on uneven pavement. Whatever the adventure, Aisling was always willing to try, never bothered and certainly never scared of the potential dangers, be they small or large.

Aside from getting herself hurt on more than one occasion, this boldness helped her to step up and protect those closest to her, no matter if she can hold her own in a fight. She's thrown punches more times than she can count on both hands, with kids around her own age as well as those closer to Devin's. One such fight was against a burly boy trying to push her brother around. The bully was promptly met with a small fist to the stomach when he wouldn't back down. While Aisling ultimately lost the fight, left dazed and with a bloodied nose, she didn't hesitate to pit herself against a much larger and stronger foe if it meant protecting someone she cared about.

In Aisling's case, it's not the absence of fear, but an understanding that fear is only temporary, and easily overcome with action. To her, everything is like darkness, seemingly overpowering and evil, but no more threatening than a gentle wind in her hair if she deems it so. Aisling has yet to meet a force that's truly frightened her since, and she has no intention of being scared out of her wits any time soon.

Word count: 929, not including the poem.
Edit: Corrected a spelling and grammar error. Adjusted word count since a word was deleted.

STATUS: Approved

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Name of Ability You are Applying for: Prodigal Charms (Second Year)

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Ileen looked at all the books in front of her with a tired but satisfied sigh. It was soon time to return to the Common Room before curfew. But that was all right. She had found out what she wanted to know.
The last few days she had spent working through most of the books on healing that she had found in the library.
Her conversation with Professor Vernatis lately had given her life a new purpose. Although she had brought up the subject herself, it had really opened her eyes.
She had still been struggling with the past of her parents. Since she had been bullied in her childhood for a thing her parents had done during their time at Hogwarts and hadn’t told her about, she tried to find out what it was. It was her number one fear: becoming like her parents. Becoming evil and thus to become exactly what she had always been accused of being.
She herself had said to Professor Vernatis that she would never want to hurt anyone - on the contrary, she wanted to heal! Of course, she had thought about this before - that this was one of the professions she would like to learn. But only when she told Professor Vernatis, she had realized how much she wanted to do good, to help people and thus prove that the Knight family was capable of doing good. To create her own name, exactly as she had been advised.

Ambitious as she was, she immediately had wanted to find out everything there was to know about that subject. So, this time she had visited the library to find out something about her future and not her past.
And her hard work had been rewarded. As she had already known, she should rather focus on Charms to get closer to her goal of healing with the wand. That played right into her hands. It had always been one of her favorite subjects anyway, and one in which she was talented. The new spells she would have to learn were already advanced and she might not be able to master them without help, but that wouldn't stop her from doing her best.
Another additional motivation to give her very best in this subject was the Professor. She had always liked him anyway and now she wanted to prove to him that she had been serious about her goal. She would do anything to become a healer. Anything. And if had to practice all day long for the rest of her life. Her life now finally had a purpose. A goal for her alone.

WC: 425/400

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First Year Ability: Calming Presence

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There has always been something about Logan that has caused other people to feel comfortable around her. Even when she was little and her brothers were babies screaming their heads off, she was able to calm them down quickly by just standing near them and talking to the little children. Even now that she is older, she had been able to calm down just about anyone by being near them.

If her parents were fighting over something or with someone else, she almost always chose to keep near them. Just knowing that their daughter was near them kept them calm enough to realize that they needed to make better decisions and focus on what was important in their life at that moment.

If her brothers were arguing over what to do, she was normally able to get them to talk calmly with each other and ease the conflict. Speaking of conflict, Logan hates it., She hates it so much that she chooses to avoid it at all costs. When she does have participate in some kind of conflict though, she is normally able to ease the situation rather quickly. It could be her calm honey brown eyes or the fact that she is almost always happy, but something about her just seems to put everyone around her at ease.

Her presence calms just about anyone and after her mother's death she seemed to be able to keep everyone a little level headed during the grieving process. She wasn't able to make anyone happy, but she was able to get most of them to calm down enough to understand the choices that they were making.

Now that she is at school, Logan assists others with their homework when necessary. If anyone else gets frustrated, she is able to talk them down into attempting the problem again and helping them out. She is just able to help most people calm down even during stressful situations. Logan may seem like someone who is quiet and doesn't want to have may friends, but really all she wants is to help people. She doesn't want other students to feel alone and if someone needs to hear that they are not alone, she will tell them. She wants to keep people thinking that they are worth something and that they are not alone. She will be there friend and can keep them level headed so that they are able to make the right decisions.

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Second Year Ability: Prodigal Potions Learner

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Having spent many summers in Russian with her grandfather Abraham, Logan had learned many things about potions that most students probably never would have dreamed of learning. He was the reason that Logan had wanted to be a Potion Professor when she was old enough.

Every summer when Logan would go visit her grandfather, he would tell her the stories of his time as a Potion Professor at the Durmstrang Institution. It had been years since he had been a professor, but he could remember everything vividly. After telling her the stories he would take her to his private potion room that was in his manor. There he would help her learn how to brew almost any potion that he knew by memory. Because of this, Logan gained her love of potions and started working harder in all of her classes. She loved to sit near the cauldron with her grandfather, hair frizzy from the steam as he read off the next instructions for the potion. She especially loved watching her grandfather test the potions, just to prove that they actually worked.

Being a Baird child, she was always given the best so when she showed an interest in potions, her father immediately got her more potion books to read from. Having these books, Logan would read every inch of the books, memorizing the components of the potion and if anything special had to happen with it. The Hufflepuff girl wasn't allowed to brew any of them by herself, but she was allowed to read the instructions off by memory to family members and friends to see if they were able to brew the potion by her memories instructions.

Abraham Baird encouraged Logan to continue her dream of becoming a Potion Professor, even if she was only just starting her life at Hogwarts. Logan can be found in the library, studying the books on potions, always interested in how someone came to make them and how she can make them herself. When in potions class, a majority of her time is spent refining her skills for making potions. She doesn't brag about it though and isn't afraid to help others if they need it. She wants to use her skills for good and to be able to help others in the future if they need the help.

Potions are never boring when more and more are being added every day and Logan wants to be one of those people. Someone who can help create a potion to help someone in need or even to make the smallest changes in someones life.

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Stats

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First year
Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 6
Second Year (waiting for approval)
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 8 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 7

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There's no denying that Amadea Campbell has had a rough third year. The death of her father shook her entire world; never in her life had Amadea ever experienced a tragedy quite like that. For the majority of her third year, she stayed with her family in their house in Camberley, England deciding to take a break from her schooling at Hogwarts. This decision took a toll on her mentally. While she knew that it was the right choice to stay at home to process what had happened and be there for her mother and her sister, Amadea knew that it might affect her future and her academics at Hogwarts. Never in her life had Amadea been the person to not complete an assignment; she was always somewhat of a goody two shoes, never straying out of the lines of what was expected of her. This decision changed everything. When her father died, her life was completely flipped upside down and everything she thought she knew about the world and herself was flipped with it.

Amadea now found herself questioning who she was as a person. For the majority of her third year, she felt stuck in between the person who she knew she was "supposed to be" or thought she was supposed to be and the person that she was quickly turning into. She was finding it difficult to make peace with the fact that she wasn't always going to be the person she had always been in the past, the person who was happy and smiling all of the time, optimistic about everything. She was realizing that she was starting to have sad feelings and feelings of hopelessness that countered the person that she thought she was, the person that everyone expected her to be. Her brain was so stuck in the past that she couldn't focus on anything else, she couldn't expand her thinking or change it. She knew that there was something not quite right, but she couldn't place a finger on what exactly that was. A lack of creativity, maybe, but there was something more than that. Her grief was shadowing her life, making it difficult for her to complete mundane tasks that she normally would have had no trouble with. She was so stuck that it was beginning to take a toll on not only her mental state but also showed in her academics. Her assignments lacked the spark and creativity they normally had; once spending hours on an essay, putting in as much detail and extra evidence as she could, Amadea now rushed through them, aiming to complete them as quickly as possible rather than putting in the extra effort to go above and beyond. Maybe this new uncreative version of Amadea wasn't just a version...maybe it was the new Amadea.

WC: 468

Statistics

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Here are my old stats from third year (my +5 for graduation are waiting to be approved in the trunk update form; I've shown where I want to add stats for fourth year)
Stamina: 9
Evasion: 8 (+1) = 9
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 8
Arcane Power: 9 (+4) = 13
Accuracy: 9

New Stats: (with statistically relevant, +1 to Wisdom and +1 to Accuracy)
Stamina: 9
Evasion: 9
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 8 (+1) = 9
Arcane Power: 13
Accuracy: 9 (+1) = 10

Coding: (again my trunk hasn't been updated yet as index is quite busy right now with everyone graduated, but I've provided the same coding that I put in my trunk update post but with the fourth year ability and plus 2 stats as well) pastebin