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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Fearless

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Scarlett Evelyn Aden came from a long line of, well, Adens. The Adens were a very famous, very rich and very successful wizarding family. They weren't the average, stuck-up pureblood family you might have been expecting however. The Adens were all fearless. Perhaps it was genes. Perhaps it was something else. But everyone knew that an Aden was courageous and brave and everything a Gryffindor 'should' be. In fact, most Adens landed themselves in Gryffindor at Hogwarts, though a few managed to get into Ravenclaw.

Most people in Godric's Hollow knew of the little Aden girl - Scarlett - living there. They knew the Adens and they knew the girl would probably be the same as her ancestors. Of course, Scarlett was the same as her ancestors but no one really believed it - Scarlett didn't believe she was brave herself - until one particular event.

Scarlett Aden - at the time - had just turned seven years old. The girl had endured her father mysteriously leaving the family, her mother falling into depression and herself learning independence. It had been a year since Levius Aden had 'abandoned' her and her mother, and with the help of her aunt, Scarlett's life was slowly becoming more normal - though her original parental figures were now absent from her life. At the time, Scarlett was a shy girl. Yes, Scarlett Aden - shy. That would pretty much change soon, though.

Scarlett was simply out on a little walk through the small town. She had always found the place where she lived particularly pleasant - the bustling atmosphere and the quaint shops and houses added to her liking of Godric's Hollow. It was a shame that she lived so far away from the town square, so far away from most of the other children her age. Her mother, Evelyn Aden (nee Fulton), had demanded they live as far away as possible from the 'commoners'. When her father didn't want to agree, Evelyn reminded him she was already compromising by living here instead of the beautiful Scottish countryside - which was her preference.

Past the famous statue of the Potters, Scarlett skipped along the cobblestone pavements. It seemed everything was well, until the little girl heard some shouting and crying. She turned her head in the direction of the noise. Scarlett saw a girl her age with wavy brown hair to her shoulders and pretty brown eyes. The girl was crying and one look next to her, you could see why. The offender was another girl, but older and stockier with stringy blonde hair and blue eyes. The older girl was shouting at the younger one - her features twisted into a cold smirk. The older girl was obviously bullying the younger one; and enjoying it at that.

Something changed in Scarlett at that moment. She didn't actually know what it was, but she could feel an uncontrollable force rising up inside of her - one that seemed red-hot with anger.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" shrieked Scarlett, her high-pitched, shrill voice and delicate build not matching the look of intense anger on her features.

Scarlett literally saw red and all the fury burst out of her as she ran towards to older girl and tackled her, giving her a bruised behind. Afterwards, Scarlett couldn't remember what was going on - just that everything hurted and that she was trying to hit the older girl as much as she could with her small fists.

The fight was eventually broken up by the smaller girl's mother. She gave them a severe scolding and bustled her daughter away. The older girl gave Scarlett a deadly glare - which Scarlett mirrored - before stalking off, leaving Scarlett alone.

Something changed in Scarlett that day. She vaguely remembered someone saying that anger could overcome fear, and used it to describe to anyone who asked 'Why are you so brave? How are you so brave?'

From then on, Scarlett wasn't shy and timid anymore. Anyone who had known her before was absolutely shocked, but they got used to 'Bold Scarlett' rather than 'Shy Scarlett'. After, she was more courageous and eventually, people finally saw her as a proper Aden. Scarlett saw herself as a real Aden as well.

Scarlett was an Aden. She was fearless.

Word Count: 690

Encyclopedia: Meenauh Silmataurea

Ability:
Perfectionist

Description:

Reducio

Two years have passed as she kept learning and learning and learning. She was allowed to practice with older students and read all her books in advance. But what mattered most was practice. Where did the obsession with perfect spell-casting actually come from? It may seem that her first after-classes session with Ress could spark up that annoying habit of hers to pronounce the incantations and study the wand movement until she could perfectly repeat it her sleep. No, it was just a teaser.

Her duel with Emma was quite a starter. The spells failing one after another, the burning sensation of agony and anger in her Ravenclaw mind bore a new personality inside of her, and also revealed an urge to bring her spell-casting to perfection.

But what really drove her to the craziness was... actually, who. Alan Vanes. The knight in shining armour, who saved her dress at the ball. Her next meeting and Alan doubting her abilities to maintain a simple spell like Wingardium was the last drop. She swore to Merlin, she'd bring it to another level. She swore to all the gods her spell won't ever fail. Yes, Alan Vanes, you can blame yourself for this.

Any spell she would encounter would be studied from all the sides and aspects. From its history, to known uses and famous failures. Any incantation would be memorised as well as the possible mispronunciation. Any wand movement would be drawn a hundred times on the paper to imprint it into her mind as the names of her parents. She would practise it in her bed, during her walks and all the times she could find herself alone. She often inspected her wand on the matter of entirety.

What she then realised was that obsession was a weakness. Emerging too deep into something made you prone to error. Susceptible to distractions. Focusing too much was as dangerous as focusing not enough. And that became the key to success. If you study something too hard, you need to rest enough to compensate. Her memory palace was a useful technique, but she read a few other books on how to make her educational process more efficient without hurting or overloading herself. With remembering there should have been forgetting. She allowed herself to not study something for a while, to revive the spell in a couple of days. Then in a week. Then in two weeks. The success was tremendous. Allowing her brain to rest and forget a thing for a while, she remembered things better next times she touched the subject, making almost any piece of information retrievable instantly. After a while, almost all her spells were automated and worked through to tiny details. That was a valuable investment in her future skills.

Word Count: 461

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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):

Reducio

Living with 8 siblings and being the oldest of them all teaches you some things. Ivory and Oliver Isaacs moved to a large house out in the country after they realized they wouldn't be stopping with children for quite a while. Even from a young age, Elizabeth had very little fear. She could be found leading her younger siblings in some sort of charade that usually involved going places she knew she shouldn't. One such instance was taking her siblings Beatrix and Oliver Jr, (Ollie) into the woods near their home.

The parents had warned every single one of their children about the woods. Ivory even came up with a story about a crazed old witch who lived in the forest. After hearing the story all of the children were discouraged from even going near the woods. All but Liz. One day the three were playing outside while their parents were working around the house. Liz thought it would be a good idea to go into the forest.

Both of her siblings warned her against it and told her that they didn't want to go, but Liz insisted. After checking to make sure her parents were busy she lead the other two children into the forest, happily leading the way. She would stop often to pick things up and pocket them, not paying attention to where she was going really. The other two dragged along behind her, making her mad. She called them all sorts of names, causing them to both tell her that the only reason she was being so brave was because they were there. Liz denied this and the two decided to teach her a lesson. When she continued on they secretly snuck away.

When she turned around to find them gone no fear set in on her. She just rolled her eyes and continued on. When she got back home Ollie had told their parents where Liz had been. She got in trouble but it was well worth it to her. This also appears in her everyday life. She is not scared to speak to people first and is very extroverted. She never backs down from a dare and if she thinks she is right on something she will fight back. She is never paralyzed with fear if a teacher calls on her. She actually wants teachers to call on her.

Her beliefs in Blood Purism are often disputed by others at school. They will fight her on what she believes and she will fight right back. She has no fear of being caught by prefects or teachers and even might be described as reckless. While others may cower in fear of being caught when going out at night Liz feels the exact opposite. She feels alive and has learned to love the thrill she gets from breaking the rules. All this stemming back to that first time in the woods and the non-existent fear she felt.

Word Count: 491

Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system:
Stamina: 5
Evasion:5
Strength:3
Wisdom:6
ArcPower:8
Accuracy:8

Word Count: 675

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

Poison Mastery

Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): [400 words for an ability, please include word count. This can be completed in-character first or second person or from a third person perspective.]

Fascinated with potions, poisons and ingredients ever since his first shopping trip to The Apothecary Shop in Diagon Alley, Sylvain was proud of himself for having dedicated his school year to absorbing as much potions knowledge as possible. Professors Price and Ostrowski both would eventually tire of his hand-raising, questions, and less than perfect attention to detail. Admittedly, the young wizard’s mastery over poisons was born of persistence and interest, not genius or prodigy. Though there was still plenty of time to prove he was both of the latter two, Syl would put his practical methods to the test time and time again as more than once he had made mistakes, and twice now he’d helped other students conquer their own fear of potions.

Feeling successful for achieving an O average in potions class due to his exhaustive studies, the lad’s passion for potions was catalyzed further. When an acquaintance named Santario Martin woke him from his impromptu nap and pointed out that a book titled “Moste Potente Potions” might interest him, he searched for it enthusiastically. After weeks of inquiring as to where he might buy the book, the pioneering potionmaker eventually procured it upon his arrival to the London Summer Quidditch camp. Rarely escaping his attention for the next three months, an incidental mix up taught the now more diligent scholar that mistakes held lethal potential and that concentrated doses were achievable to him if he put in the extra effort. Regrettably, the lad only wished it hadn’t cost him so many components Syl has the components ability to develop this mastery.

Electing to spend the free-est days of his summer studying the modern professional-standard practices set forth in Moste Potente Potions, Sylvain had begun to develop his own ingredients pocket guide. It was an ambitious effort so that he wouldn’t have to memorize the agonizing details of every single ingredient, but rather list their basic properties so that a quick read might jog his photographic memory. A memory that had at this point, categorized, contextualized, and compartmentally organized dozens of ingredients.

Moste Potente Potions sat alongside several dozen unlabeled, but decidedly known, ingredients within his satchel. The pocket guide would never be completed in his attempt to learn all there was, but rather the development of it allowed him to organize his thoughts and true mastery came from understanding how best to teach yourself. Armed with knowledge, Sylvain entered his second year of Hogwarts with a leg up on the other students who called themselves potion prodigies. He would become a master of poisons. It was his dream.

Word Count: 515

6 Stats just in case:

Stamina • 5
Evasion • 5
Strength • 2
Wisdom • 10
Arcane Power • 10
Accuracy • 8

STATUS: Approved

Survival. It was always survival. Survival of the fittest, the strongest, the fastest. Over the past four years Erin had seen the numbers of her comrades dwindle. They went someplace else, perhaps another school or back home. They were totally there, she just was not looking hard enough. They all looked a lot like Paracelsus...

Yes, she grasped the possibility that perhaps it was not the world that was wrong but rather it was her. That she was the simply 'mad.' That there was nothing wrong here at Hogwarts, but paranoia had gotten the best of her. She had tried to coexist with the sheeple. She tried to make friends, amends and find love. To be what they were. The very thing she both hated and envied. But that was not for her, she was certain death was waiting for her. Thomas had made a deal with a hag. One that she did not recognize. Howard was growing more and more dangerous with each passing day, his interest in a crone of his own would be his or more likely her undoing. Someone was out to get her she reasoned. The few embers of humanity she still had were stomped out. A fake boyfriend. A real one that hid for weeks, if not months or longer. Unwanted and hated enough to exert such effort. She could not trust anyone, she had no friends and certainly no lovers.

Alone, she spent her mornings on the grounds, sprinting until near exhaustion. Lifting the largest object she could find. It seemed barbaric -- move fast, lift heavy thing, but it was effective. She was leagues stronger than her peers. She was getting faster too. She had refined her body where others focused on their minds. She would be powerful, the most powerful in ways unexpected. You can't kill what you cannot touch so catch me if you can....

Her reasoning was basic but also brilliant. She was not a powerful wizard, she could cast a mean punch but she would rather light a candle than cast a Lumos Charm. She did not need to be a powerful wizard, she just needed to avoid their most powerful spell. Their fragile bodies would not be able to avoid her forever. Ultimately the deciding factor would be if their one shot could take her down before she whittled them down with her bare hands she decided.

That was what the pitch was for. The bludgers, the blurting. Dangers abounded, however she would survive, too many witnesses. She did not mind being an early target. It just made her better. This year she had her eye on a few badgers -- a couple of Prefects that needed to learn something of the state of the sod of the pitch.

Status: Taken care of

Stats
Sta| 8
Eva| 20
Str| 8
Wis| 9
Arc| 15
Acc| 15

Status: Taken care of

Stats:
Stamina: 12
Strength: 6
Evasion: 8
Wisdom: 20
Arcane Power: 12
Accuracy:12