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

"Ain't she a beauty?"

"That little darling. No wonder she's pretty even though she's just a little girl. Her mamá is beautiful."

"You say it, hermana (sister). And her papá isn't bad, either. No wonder the daughter is so lovely. Just exactly like a Chinese doll."

"Yeah, bet she'll be the prettiest girl in town when she hits puberty."

Growing up in a small town in Belize, Elisabeth Erner was known by everyone in town, and not a single soul was unfamiliar with this kind of conversation about her. The elderly citizens, especially, liked to talk about her, gossiping about how lovely she was, even though she was still a little girl at that time.

Little Elisabeth was not aware of all the gossips, of course. But she did receive compliments about her appearance when she first visit a shop, or when a guest came to her home. Or, she would hear these people talking to her parents, "That's a lovely daughter you've got there." The girl enjoyed hearing this sometimes, when it was not getting too much. She was, after all, a shy person; and compliments made her blush - heavily at times.

On the other hand, Elisabeth did not really care about why she was considered pretty by almost everyone she met. After all, she was only a child; who would think about genetics and things like that when they have not even gone to school yet?

When she was six, her parents sent Elisabeth to receive formal education in a public school in London. But they did not move with her, and neither did her younger brother, so the Hispanic-Asian girl stayed with her mamá's sister, Ayi (Auntie) Anna, who lived in the capital of the United Kingdom. In this school, everyone said that same thing about her: she was pretty. Some of her classmates were even mesmerised involuntarily because of her, much to their teachers' dismay - and, now that she understood more things, Elisabeth's confusion. It was like, okay, she knew that people considered her a beauty, but she should not be that wonderful, right? Besides, she could be moody, and when she got angry, people became scared of her...

Finally, the girl decided to ask Ayi Anna. The young lady was smart, and she was the nearest to Elisabeth geographically. And, the girl knew, her aunt was a witch like almost everyone in her family - at least her nuclear family and her relatives from her mamá's side. But the aunt answered that it would be for her parents to explain; after all, they were the parents and she was only the aunt. So Elisabeth asked them on their next video call (thanks to Muggle technology and the fact that they all lived in the Muggle part of the towns). And her parents promised to tell her a "secret story" on the summer holiday after her tenth birthday.

At last, the time came for that "secret story". Elisabeth and her parents sat in the living room at their home in Belize, while Elisabeth's brother was having a playdate in a friend's house.

"It's like this, Elsa," said her mamá, using the girl's nickname. "Ama's (Grandma) mamá, so your great-grandma, was a Veela."

"What is a Veela?" Elisabeth interrupted.

After reminding her not to do so again, her papá replied, "A Veela is a very beautiful, human-like creature. With magic power, too, like a witch. But they are not witches; they are not even humans. They have light skin colour and also light hair colour, usually blonde."

Making sure that none of her parents would say anything very soon to avoid interrupting again, Elisabeth looked at them. "Can I ask something, papá? If mamá's abuelita (granny) was a Veela, why doesn't any of her kids or grandkids have blonde hair or blue eyes?"

Both her parents smiled. "That's a good question, dear," praised her mamá. After that, she turned her eyes to her husband, as if signalling that he should answer their daughter's question. Smiling at his wife, the papá tried his best to answer in a way a clever ten-year-old would understand.

"Well, Elsa," he said, a graduate from both Ilvermony and the biology major of a Muggle college, "she married a Chinese wizard. And biologically, darker colour - like hair, eye, or skin colour - tends to dominate over lighter colour. That's why her kids, although they are considered fair-skinned for Mongolians, cannot be as pale-skinned as their mamá. And you know that later Ama married Agong (Grandpa), also an Asian wizard, that makes your mamá looks very much like a Chinese lady. She married me, a Hispanic, and that makes the 'dark colour' gene in our family even stronger.

"But you see, some of the Veela's physical trait is still passed through generations. When Ama was younger, her hair is quite reddish. Mamá's hair too, it's brownish rather than jet-black, isn't it?"

Elisabeth nodded. Yeah, she had never thought that her mamá was "supposed to" have jet-black hair because most of her ancestors were Asians. But here she was, with brownish hair and skin lighter in colour than most Chinese people. And, the girl realised, her mamá had passed down her hair and skin colour to her, too.

"I understand, papá!" she said excitedly. "Yeah, it's not difficult to understand. So... how's the story about your grandparents, mamá?"

And her mamá resumed her story...

"I'd rather go with a witch or wizard and start a new life," Germaine the Veela said, "and I ain't going back. I know I'm atypical, but I'm just interested in wizards. If you won't let me go with you, I'll go with any wizard or witch that will."

Chinese pure-blood Feifang Hong, a graduate from Mahoutokoro, scowled at her, and her blue eyes stared back. "How old are you?" he demanded.

"Eighteen already," she said. "I'd rather help you with your Magizoology if you let me, but if no, I'll go with the next wizard that came."

Feifang sighed. He really could use a help, particularly here in France, a country foreign for him, but he preferred it to be a fellow wizard or witch. "All right," he answered, finally. "But you must get serious and unafraid of minor injuries. Magizoology is an exhausting, demanding profession."

None of them had expected that this business would turn to love. Germaine, especially, who didn't use any Veela charm on Feifang, and was often considered an outcast by her fellow Veelas. But there they were! Germaine and Feifang got married in France seven years after their first encounter, and later they moved to Indonesia, famous for its fauna diversity. It was here that they were gifted with their first child, and thus decided to stay in the country permanently to raise a family.

"So you see, Elsa," her mamá said. "One of their children is Ama, and she is a half-Veela because her papá was a wizard and her mamá was a full-blooded Veela. I'm a quarter-Veela, because Agong is purely a wizard, a human. Now, I'm a quarter-Veela and Papá is full human. That makes you...?"

"A one-eighth Veela!" replied Elisabeth proudly, showing off her knowledge in mathematics.

Her parents laughed. "Muy bien," said her papá. "Very good", he said. "But here's one thing," he told her, becoming rather serious again. "Like being a witch, being a part-Veela should be kept secret from your Muggle friends. It's not that we dislike them, but it's still considered risky by most wizards. You don't want all of us getting into trouble, would you?"

Elisabeth shook her head. She was busy with her thoughts for a moment, and then shot a question. "What about later when I go to magic school? Should I tell my wizard friends that I'm part-Veela?"

"Even some wizards are afraid of part-Veela," answered her mamá sadly. "Maybe it's better to keep it a secret until you really trust someone to tell, what do you think?" And then, trying to cheer up her daughter, "Wouldn't it be rather fun, too, having a secret?"

It worked, and Elisabeth giggled, before becoming serious again. "Yes, mamá," she agreed. "I'll keep it a secret, at least until I fully trust a friend who will keep it a secret too."

The parents were very glad. They knew that their daughter was mature enough for this kind of thing, and being her introvert self, Elisabeth was very good at keeping secrets.

Her papá patted her head gently. "Now go enjoy your summer holiday. You said you wanna go to the park, didn't you?" Without waiting to be told twice, Elisabeth nodded to her parents and rushed out the door, ready for a day in the sun.

Word Count: 1,481 (the story only)

Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system:
stamina: 5
evasion: 4
strength: 2
wisdom: 8
arcane power: 4
accuracy: 7

Link to your encyclopedia thread: https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=169&t=2727
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Evasive Maneuvers (2)
Describe why this fits your character:

Oliver stood in the whipping rain of the winter season. Standing around him were four older pupils, most of whom he could recognize as Slytherins, one other being a Hufflepuff. They all stood with wands in hands. Oliver looked around, then down at the donut in his own hand. He slowly moved it into his robe, protecting the already soaked dessert from getting completely destroyed in the rain.

"Is this him?" A Slytherin snarled, his fist clenched around his wand. The Hufflepuff gave an uncertain nod, replying with "yeah, pretty sure. He fits the description my little brother gave... maybe ask him..." Another Slytherin did as much, yelling at Oliver with," are you the one who flipendo'd a Hufflepuff kid out the window last Saturday?!"
Oliver froze up, eyes widening. "Uh... about that... you guys, you gotta know... let me just say, I... I cast the Shield Charm not a Knockback, he cast the Knockback... technically... y'know... he flipendo'd himself?"
"Why you little round!" the initial Slytherin revved up, he couldn't even finish his sentence before raising his wand and casting "Stupefy!"
Oliver flinched as he saw the wand raise and his grip on his donut loosened. "NO!" he yelped, trying to grab it before it hit the ground. As he did, the stupefy flew over his head, tingling his hair. It directly passed him and hit one of the group members behind Oliver. The student was knocked out while also being flung like a rag-doll, skidding through the wet mud as he landed.

Another student and the stupefy casting student casted blasting spells but Oliver was now fumbling his donut, trying to get a grip on its wet surface. The two managed to miss Oliver narrowly and hit one another, blowing each other back incredibly far and likely breaking a few of each others bones. The Hufflepuff girl now stood alone, looking at Oliver. With an enraged scream, she whipped up her wand and roared out a Knockback Jinx. Oliver just managed to catch his donut before he looked up to see the spell being incantated point blank. He grabbed his own wand and cast the Shield Charm, wrapping himself in a barrier. The Hufflepuff's spell hit the shield and blasted back at her. With a scream, she flew through the rain and landed with a thud onto a wild pumpkin which smashed under her.

Oliver looked around, paused, then walked away briskly. He also begun to slop the donut into his mouth as he made his way back to his dorm. He took out a note from his pocked which read "free donut on the big rock beside the herbology greenhouses," before scrunching it and throwing it away.

Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system:
Stamina: 13 (+1)
Evasion: 0
Strength: 0
Wisdom: 10 (+1)
Arcane Power: 15
Accuracy: 12 (+3)

Link to your encyclopedia thread || Ency Link
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for || Healing Sage (1st Year), Lovely Creature (2nd Year)

Healing Sage

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Willow had grown up in a muggle witch family that tried to be self sustaining in everything they created. They had a garden out back, and often had their own herbs drying throughout their house. Willow has been learning how to make infused oils, to then create different balms, body butters, and salves that have healing properties from her grandmother and mother from a young age. She has an more advanced knowledge of herbology compared to other kids her age within the muggle realm that she has worked on translating into this new magic realm of hers, trying to commit all of the ingredients and their properties and how they have different purposes when mixed different ways in potions.

Willow is a rambunctious child, she spent her afternoons after school largely independent of her family wandering in the forests near her house. But never too far where they couldn't shout for her to come home. There were trees to be climbed, fallen logs to be crawled through, stone towers to make, and fairies to bring gifts to. It wasn't abnormal for her to fall out of the trees, get stuck in the logs, and have the stone towers fall and give her some bruises. This resulted in her usually coming home with a new bump, bruise, or scratch every time. A sign of successful exploration, in her opinion at least. Luckily, she was able to develop a salve with the help of her grandmother that worked to heal the bumps and bruises better than any over the counter antibiotic that left her nearly scar free. It took her time and experimentation, intense research with different plant properties and how they would work with others, either making it more potent or healing something that the other herb didn't help. Eventually they came up with a catch-all for all of the wounds she usually endured, and she became an expert at making it.

She was quickly running out of it as the exploration hadn't stopped when she got to Hogwarts, in fact it had increased. Luckily, her common room had an ever raging fire, and her family was always wiling to send her ingredients. During one of her free periods of time she took her own cauldron putting coconut oil and shea butter in it and waited for it to melt while ironically doing her potions homework. Once it was melted she placed beeswax in and stirred that until it slowly melted into the other ingredients. Then she did precisely 40 drops of frankincense, 20 drops of helichrysum oil, 20 drops of lavender, and a small amount of Vitamin E. She also added 10 drops of a particularly strong citrus oil of hers to cover the smell of lavender which usually made her sleepy and had it's own benefits. Once it was substantially mixed together she transferred it into a tin and waited for it to solidify before covering it, labeling it, and storing it in her things that she brought around with her on a daily basis. It was a salve that had been created out of necessity, and it had quickly become a regular in her arsenal of salves even for helping friends with their small injuries.

The skills she has learned within her family when it comes to making potions of their own and having the resources and ability to practice when she visited home in making her own remedies has transferred over easily into her potions class. As well as just having a knack for healing spells because they're the easiest for her to get into the mental head space for.

Her family and exploring tendency has bred a healer, and Willow is fully leaning into it.

Word Count || 619

Lovely Creature

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The first year of Hogwarts had been a beautiful train wreck for Willow. Full of self-discovery, anger, depression, brutal injuries, being covered in blood, you name it. It was definitely an experience that she would have never gotten had she remained at home instead of attending Hogwarts. As much as she resented her parents in the beginning for sending her off, ultimately she would be grateful to them for making her pursue this newfound magic in her life. Even with the tragedies that seemed to come with it.

While the first year was beautiful, it left her an actual train wreck by the end of her first year. She didn't know how she was supposed to return home, with the Blossom Ball, the Hufflepuff fire, and some confusing relationships left up in the air she was finding it hard to function among muggle normality. How to interact with her parents, she found herself keeping secrets from them which was something that she never did before. She needed to reconnect with who she was now, rather than trying to cling on to who she had been.

This came with first, dying and cutting her hair. What else is a girl to do in a crisis besides a major hair change? With a trip to a trusted hair stylist with her mom, she chopped her hair off to shoulder length and dyed it a pale pink. It was something that she had wanted for forever, but her mother never gave in until now. Looking into the mirror at her new appearance already filled her with a sense of new beginning. Her hands couldn't stop touching the soft fluffy tresses that framed a bright renewed smile.

She started talking to her parents again, leaving out the nearly dying parts for fear of them pulling her out of Hogwarts, but started asking for advice about the different issues on an interpersonal level that still haunted her, such as her falling out with Flash. How could she be a better friend to him? With Mildred, who had supported her through everything. How could she support Mildred in return? How could she be better, specifically in her friendships. She felt like it was part of who she was as a Hufflepuff to focus on that part of herself. Looking back she had been selfish throughout the year, although the selfishness was sometimes warranted, it also resulted in hurting those around her with her lack of care.

Her parents were two of the most selfless people she knew. Constantly giving, rarely taking. They held her hand through her mixed emotions and outbursts of anger, let her cry in their bed when the nightmares returned. They gave her the space to recuperate and grow, and grow she did.

She had a new confidence in her step, no matter where she went. A new smile of kindness and renewed passion for the things that she had always loved. Spending time in the garden and talking to the plants started to heal the cracks that had been made in her heart. Things were looking up.

People started to take notice of her more, initially from her bright hair. Then they were reeled in by her bubbly energy, the way she would bounce into a room and make friends with people as soon as she said hello. She was intriguing, the gusto for life that she still had after everything that had occurred in her life. There was something else to her kindness, she listened more rather than talked for once. Something... else that people couldn't place their finger on to fully figure out the twelve year old girl. This type of personality wasn't abnormal for someone her age. But there was something else to her that was delightfully electric. It was a wonder that brought infectious smiles to those around her, brought life to a lifeless room. There was still so much growth to be had from the young twelve year old, but she was starting to take steps forward for that growth, instead of steeping in her uncertainty. While there was still a darkness lurking within her that she had many years forward to take care of, her unyielding confidence and kindness made her a wonder.

Word Count || 706

Edited to remove stats per last announcement.

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Elspeth grew up in a half muggle, half wizard family and has consistently been quite content in both worlds. While her mother homeschooled her, including a fair bit of elementary level magic principles, Elspeth's favorite activities were always non-magical ones she did with her dad. Alex Gollens is a baker who loves camping and being a dad. As much as he feels like the odd one out in a family of witches, he's also made sure that Elspeth doesn't feel ashamed of her muggle side. Throughout her childhood she's gone on camping trips with him and watched him pitch tents, start campfires, and go fishing (in her most recent years, she's even participated in some of these herself!). At home she's helped him tend to a small (admittedly, struggling) garden, as well as bake delicious treats regularly. While there are certainly parts of her magical future that Elspeth looks forward to, she's never felt like she was required to live in that world alone. In fact, one of her greatest dreams in life is to grow up and become a scientist who specifically works on studying butterflies! There's a beauty in the simple magic of science and muggle ways, something that she is still learning the deeper nature of, but has been primed to appreciate since she was a baby.

Receiving her letter to Hogwarts was simultaneously an exciting new chapter in her life, but also the somewhat sad closing of a separate future for her - one where she could have gone to muggle school and continued to engage more regularly with these interests of hers. Even at Hogwarts, though, Elspeth has worked to try and maintain some of those activities that she's always loved including analogue photography of nature, drawing in her sketchbook, and giggling at the moments when her sometimes snobby pureblooded friends don't understand something relatively simple about the muggle world.

Most recently, toward the end of her first year at Hogwarts, Elspeth began to take up mindfulness practices like Yoga and meditative walking. She's finding that being able to stay present is helping her with her anxiety, and also helps her better connect to the world around her. For two practices that are growing to be more important to her wellbeing, Elspeth was surprised that neither comes from a magical background, but are instead built on the wisdom of muggles who knew how to channel the power of their minds without the use of magic. In this way, she's grown to be more focused in her actions, better able to focus on what's going on around her, and more likely to be accurate in her actions while grounded.

Word Count: 442