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Name of Ability or Race that you Are Applying for | calming presence

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Talia Piper positively radiates comfort. A sense of warmth follows the girl everywhere she goes. Maybe it’s something about her extraordinarily optimistic and encouraging attitude. Or maybe it’s the way she cares so much for everyone. There’s just this certain characteristic about the girl, something so trustworthy…

She’s had this nature since the moment she was born. When she was little, she was never too much trouble to take care of. She never caused trouble. She really did quite the opposite, with the reassurance that beamed from her, creating only a feeling of ease. And as she grew older, this calm grew, too, becoming more and more noticeable. When Tal was present, everything seemed so much more peaceful. The people she bonded with, talked to, even those who she was near, felt focused and assured. A crying infant could be momentarily pacified by her presence. Somebody she just met felt more trust in her than might be thought normal. A tense friend could visibly relax when Talia hugged them.

With this lovely and calming aura to her, Talia quickly gained a reputation among her peers and fellow townies, recognized as a very sweet and soothing character. But perhaps the reason that she was most grateful for this ability was because of her mother.

The enchanting and ecstatic Sadie Clover-Piper always had the genetics for schizophrenia. But, this went unnoticed for most of her early life, until something finally brought about the true effects of the condition. Talia was nine then, and the news hit extremely hard. And this was when Tal truly realized that she could do something with her extreme tranquility, something really meaningful to her.

The effects of her presence weren’t too significant with her mum, what with the schizophrenia and all. But they were there, even if they didn’t do too terribly much. When Sadie was acting up, Tal’s being there could somewhat relax her mother. And for Tal, that was more than enough, the tiniest glimmer of hope in such a dire and dark situation like the one she was in.

One could pretty much expect that Talia Piper would be the person to have a calming presence. Everything about the girl, from her delicate appearance to her soft personality, just made it a natural fit. Sweet, nonchalant, optimistic and cheerful Tal could definitely make those around her feel comfortable and relaxed. And she was glad she could. Tal loved making a positive difference in other people’s lives, even if it was only a tiny one.

WC: 422

stats!!

stamina → 3
evasion → 9
strength → 1
wisdom → 9
arcane power → 9
accuracy → 9

STATUS: Approved

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Year One:
Fearless

First year Ben was scared. A lot. A muggleborn child thrown into the wizarding world was almost always terrified. It didn't help that Ben spent the last half of his first year under the curse of the mask. He hurt people, retreated from what little friendships he had forged, and had seen horrors few children his age could experience. This numbed the boy to pretty much anything that was supposed to scare him. Ben always had tried to be brave before these experiences. Trying new things, facing down scary situations, even talking to a girl were all on his list of accomplishments. Ben did not truly lose fear though until some time after the mask came off.

At first when the mask came off, Ben felt nothing but fear. He hardly could remember who he was or what had happened. The only emotion he could feel was fear of one type or another. In fact, he was crippled by it for months. The entire summer between first and second year had him doubting he would even return to Hogwarts at all. As the memories began to return and the permanent reflections of the curse began to surface, it was as if fear was killed. Not kicked out, not suppressed, but straight up murdered. Fear was dead and had no chance to come back to Ben. Whatever had once plagued and crippled him suddenly had the life stolen from it. The empty shell left behind was Ben, a boy who had to rebuild himself.

The masked figure of year one never fully left Ben's mind. A curse like that leaves a permanent mark of some type. This mark isn't physical, but it is forever on his soul and on his mind. A sense of detachment to his actions is almost always present. This sense of detachment is part of what makes it so easy to stare death in the face but not fear it. It is more than just past experience, it is a part of who he is now. Ben and the mask would always have this relationship for as long as he lived. Perhaps a piece of him lived in the mask now as well.

Ben could stare certain death in the face and would not flinch after the crazy year he had at the beginning. The lack of fear can counter intimidation, being in bad situations, and basically anything that normally would cause such a reaction from people.

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Year Two:
Perfectionist

As a young toddler, Ben was already quite a perfectionist. Even his little doodles had to be perfect in their own little ways. The young muggleborn was encouraged to be the best he could be by his parents who wanted him to conquer school and take over the family business as an optometrist like his father. This pressure pushed him to get the best grades, do the best in sports, and aim for the stars. Being a good student though was not all there was to being a perfectionist. Ben was never satisfied with his own work in any area. Tree houses were constantly torn down and rebuilt for not being perfect enough. A football maneuver was practiced over and over until he could perform it flawlessly.

Failure for Ben was never an option. As an only child, all the focus was on him. There was no "maybe my brother or sister can do it" for Ben. The family rested on his shoulders completely. For a young lad, that was too much. A frantic child always working hard to please his parents but never feeling like he was enough. It never seemed like there were enough hours in the day for him to do everything that was expected of him. Math, science, language, art, and even sports in school were expected to be top of his class. Most would crack under the pressure, but eventually Ben started to thrive on it. By the time he was 9, he no longer felt overwhelmed by his expectations. Instead, he had adopted them for himself and enjoyed finding ways to perfect himself.

In the last couple of years at Muggle school, before ever knowing that he was a wizard, Ben excelled and became a top student, athlete, and socialite. He was easily one of the most popular kids at school while also being the top academic. He constantly re-did his work, practiced the same moves over and over, and for the time it worked. However; it was a high most couldn't ride for long, and Ben wouldn't be an exception. A letter from Hogwarts pushed him right back to the bottom of the pile. He knew nothing of magic nor the wizarding world. It was like starting over. Somehow, that excited him. A perfectionist who wanted to become a master Wizard and use magic to push himself further.

At Hogwarts he learned that his disadvantage meant he had to work harder. A success was not good enough. Failure was unacceptable. Focus was important and he would take his time to perfect every single spell, potion mixture, and magical assignment that came his way.

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Year Three:
Perfectionist

After being at Hogwarts for a couple of years, Ben started to get the hang of being a Wizard. He had kept to himself for many reasons, but it had paid off greatly. A meticulous student like Ben would quietly read, practice, and master every single spell that he could learn. During classes he would watch every tiny movement of the Professors' body while they demonstrated a spell. The perfectionist in Ben wanted to be the perfect perfectionist. His lack of experience as a first year got him in a ton of trouble when he foolishly touched a cursed mask. He was not skilled enough to break free or to probe it beforehand. He had not worked hard enough to perfect his magic.

The masked figure made many mistakes using Ben's body. It was sloppy and violent. In an odd way, Ben wanted to help it by forcing it to work harder. His connection with the mask changed him in so many ways, but all it did to his streak of perfectionism was enhance it. Magic was not something that could be sloppy or lazy. Ben had seen spells backfire on even experienced wizards. They were careless and arrogant. Self-doubt drove the young Muggleborn to make sure he practiced as much as possible, took his time to do things properly, and never failed. He already had a reputation in the school and in his heart for being a huge failure and danger to those around him. Nothing he did would be good enough in his eyes. Failing in front of others was never an option. Not again, at least. He would rather die than show his failures to his peers. Ben retreated from his friends and just about everyone for months as a result of this refusal to show weakness or imperfections near them.

Spending almost his entire second year isolated from friends and events truly fed into what many might call a bad attribute of perfectionism. A hatred for self and a refusal to fail drove Ben to hide until he felt he was good enough to so much as be seen anymore. Once he had learned to focus consistently and pushed himself to a new level, he began to relax a bit. But the mega perfectionist streak would never be gone. That would be part of him forever. Ben truly fit the Ravenclaw stereotype of a try-hard academic.

Word Count: 400

Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system:
Stamina: 10 
Evasion: 5
Strength: 5 
Wisdom: 15
ArcPower: 5
Accuracy:  5

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Alma Malvado

Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Terrible Presence

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

Growing up, Alma Malvado spent a lot of her time in Knockturn Alley, babysat by either her parents, uncles or her older brother. Yet despite their best intentions at heart, Alma still was a curious girl and they were part of the Malvado family business and thus had to split their attention between watching the girl and the family shop. More often than not, though, the shop had priority and Alma was given a lot of time by her lonesome. It was most likely the reason Alma Malvado was shaping up to become a strange girl. Stranger than most, one might say. True, the entire Malvado Family had always been rather strange, each member of the family having their own topic to obsess over, whether it be the eldest son’s manic obsession with Warding or the youngest twins’ fondness for forgotten trinkets that weren’t rightfully theirs. Yet most of the family’s obsessions paled in the strange interest Alma had.

For Alma, too, had such an obsession: A thirst for knowledge that manifested early on in life and drew the child out of the safety of the family store, located in the heart of Knockturn Alley, and into the unknown. In Alma’s case, this unknown consisted of the dimly lit street outside of her doorstep. She was fortunate, meeting all kinds of people, creatures and humans alike, yet somehow avoiding most of the unsavoury ones. She absorbed what little morsels of knowledge they were willing to part with; old, strange bits and pieces that more often than not weren’t entirely Ministry-approved.

Not that Alma knew, of course, she was merely happy to have added to her small but ever growing repertoire of obscure knowledge.
It was over the years that Alma spent growing up around these people that Alma started adopting their little quirks and habits as well and it was around then that Alma changed from the tiny little child into being something that, on a bad day, might even describe as the offspring of an eldritch abomination.

It started with small things; a smile that might stretch a little too wide or a twitchiness in her body that wasn’t present before. Her laugh became a quiet hum that held the promise of pain, despite the girl’s genuinely good intentions. Her family and the pets were slowly introduced to these changes, as were many long-term inhabitants of Knockturn, and thus were able to get somewhat used to them. Yet people who never before met Alma would, more often than not, recoil at the haunting gaze this small girl directed at them and try and avoid her uncomfortable aura whenever possible .

Word Count

440

Stats

Sta: 6
Ev: 6
Str: 6
Wis: 11
Arc: 9
Acc: 7

Status: Approved

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1st Year : Charmer

Reducio

Since even before she came to Hogwarts, Fumiko had forced herself to act the way others wanted her too. Using her acting skills she inherited from her father, she had gone through and studied so many people either from movies or real life, customising this ' perfect ' character she needs to be.

At first, it was only so that her parents won't get divorced. When that didn't work, she believed it was her fault because she wasn't good enough of an actor. So she studied and practised even more than before.

The second, was her aunt. Her aunt was someone Fumiko could never get along with. Their personalities and views on various topics were too far apart and it didn't help that her aunt was rather close minded and stubborn. Desperate not to see her parents again, she changed her personality to this bratty, selfish, absolutely feminine child that her aunt always wanted. She had to learn fashion trends and agree with her aunt on almost anything even if they contrasted with her own beliefs.

The third, was her friends. When meeting her new friends at her new posh private school, she was tricked and manipulated by her peers. Like poison, they injected themselves into her and took away her energy. Eventually when Fumiko found out, she got her senses back and had lost any trust she ever had for people.

To her, it was a way to keep her heart locked from any danger or harm that may come her way. She's just a scared little girl that craves support and long lasting relationships but is in a constant battle with herself. With a side that wants to enjoy love while the other wants to protect herself from danger, which she knows will come if she allows herself to love again.

Though she can be charming when acting, she can be charming by herself too. The odd things she'll say just to make a friend flush in embarrassment or the ridiculously childish things she does when she's alone just mesmerises anyone who watched her, in a way that makes you wonder how a girl like that could do all these personality changes.

Not to mention her obliviousness that'll skip the most obvious details will make anyone either laugh or look at her like they're wondering if she ever had a brain. It might also be the way she gracefully walks or her undeniably adorable features that she despises so much.

Despite not having such a strong presence, once you pay attention, there are a lot of chances that'll you'll start paying attention very well.

Word Count : 400

2nd Year : 's Grace

Reducio

Small, nimble, agile and evasive, these were all the obvious traits of Fumiko Tachibana. If there was anything else she's good at other than acting, it has to be getting out of situations or places quietly.

Born with a small body was one thing, having no strong presence was luck, but the way she combined these two to escape anything anywhere was talent that she perfected over the years.

As a very passive aggressive girl, Fumiko hates confrontations and arguments. Back when she was small, she would sneak out of her house and play with the neighbours dog when her parents were arguing late in the night. To this day, her parents have no idea.

That was the same all throughout school, where she would avoid everyone and anyone like she was never there. It worked for a whole year, there were still classmates she saw everyday that didn't even know she existed, much less be in the same class for a whole year.

She started using her ability more when going to parties with her aunt. Before she gets bored to death, she'll run away and hide in places like the gardens or music room. Though her disappearance can sometimes be detected, none of the maids, butlers, bodyguards guest could ever find her. They all know she'll only come out when the party is over.

In Hogwarts, she's one of the few people Peeves loves to mess with a little more than usual. Almost everyday, she'll have an encounter with Peeves and out of nowhere he'll start throwing stuff at her. Which she dodges perfectly with ease. This would rile Peeves up and before he could even get ready for bigger and better items to throw at Fumiko, she would already be out of the area already.

She likes to avoid students that try to get close to her too. Sometimes, when her mask slips and gets noticed, people will either ignore her if she's lucky, or try to crack her like a code if she's unlucky. Terrified of someone knowing what happens in her head, she runs away.

Speaking of running away, that's her fatal flaw. Running away when problems come. Even the sorting hat said she wasn't fit to be a Gryffindor because of her habit of running away. It's seen when she decides to hate her parents instead of trying to find out the truth, scared it'll hurt her more than it does now.Thus, her talent in being undetected and swift to run away

Word Count : 458

Stamina:  5
Evasion: 10     
Strength:  2
Wisdom: 8   
ArcPower: 6
Accuracy:  9

S T A T U S : Approved

Year 3

Name of Ability that you are applying for: Prodigal Defense Against the Dark Arts Learner

Describe why this fits your character:

There wasn’t precisely the need to attend many of the classes, for Scott to realise that Defense Against the Dark Arts was his favourite subject at Hogwarts. He loved the stories the class provided, the creatures it mentioned... the spells it taught... So much so, that if books now had been they boy’s thing, he would’ve positively stayed up until the latest of hours every night to try and learn even more about whatever it was he’d just found out about. Curiousity’s the word.

Albeit now, books weren’t his thing... but this is not to say he was without his means!

During the summer break and the holidays, Scott couldn’t ask his parents enough question about everything magical he wanted to know, let it be Charms or DADA or Transiguration... Nor could he ever. And this proved to pay off, as both of them were very talented in regards of that kind of wizardry.

His father, as a writer and researcher, would know a thing or ten about dangerous beasts and beings. He’d tell Scott stories about magical lore from around the world, or about famous duels and their spells...

His mother, on the other hand, with her confidential work at the ministry (and frankly her family history), had more knowledge of the mysterious, advanced and intellectual Dark Arts that our world is filled with.

So that’s what went on at home. After his brother got excused from the dinner table every night, Scott would remain, asking this and asking that until one of his poor parents got tired or he got distracted by something else. He wouldn’t remember all of it, of course not, but once he thought he’d forgotten then he’d ask again. He wanted to be ready. Not actually ready for defending himself against the Dark Arts, but for whatever else may come!

The possibility of actual danger hadn’t yet occurred to him, though it may very well do so sooner rather than later. In which case this fascination of his will most certainly come in handy.

In school, Scott’s dedication to the subject has so far worked greatly in his favour. He gets good marks, and won’t hesitate to query even in front of twenty-something other students. What was there to worry about, really? He’d practice hard, listen carefully and study for long whiles...

And all of this with only the occasional disrupting laziness or distraction that you’d expect to encounter as a young teenager.

Word count: 409

Character stats:

Stamina: 9
Evasion: 5
Strength: 11
Wisdom: 6
Arcane Power: 6
Accuracy: 8

Status: Approved

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Astrea Soleil Neptune

First Year
Ability: Terrible Presence

Reducio

The Neptune family was always regarded as peculiar to the greater Wizarding World when they first arrived in London with a newly built estate and heavy magical presence. Perhaps it wasn't the best type of 'strange'- as most kinds weren't-, focused more on the differences the new pureblood family expressed, such as their seemingly 'exotic' looks, muddled accents filled with both heritage and aristocracy, and regally quiet nature with no real need for showing off. It was as so with the small pool of different family lineages that they kept close ties with for possible alternating matches and general force of numbers- the Moons', the Noir's, the Chou's. It was all the same.

The centuries dragged on with an ear clawing amount of decade changing events and generations over generations of Neptune's clawing over themselves to attain some semblance of normalcy inside the tight hole of the purest of pure. A gleaming look of surprised interest directed toward the family heirs every new level and a tad bit more respect being turned their way. Curiosity was common, shy and begrudging curiosity swivelled around and the spotlight turned on the family tree. For their still strange looks for being such an old pureblooded lineage, their power potential, their general outlook on life.

Yet there was always one thing that gave the family an edge over, gave a bit of a fear factor to aid in their steady rise of power. Something near sinister that seemed to surround the entire line of heirs, alotted over the entirety of the family tree. A spark of baleful light in their greyscale eyes, something about their honey words and easy persuasiveness that forbode terrible news. The swirling shadows would blacken menacingly, the lights would perhaps flicker at times. Near all of the birds and animals not bred and trained by the family would be on guard within minutes.

Astrea was no different. How could she? She was an heir, was a Neptune. Was a Chou. With the same silver tongue and the golden glow of ambition exuding out her very soul. A reserved child she was, made even quieter with years of independence accompanied mostly by tutors and lessons and reminders of the duty she served as the sole child. The sparrows of the fields would still stop singing in her presence.  The mischievous children who matched her age that somehow snuck around the brick walls and try to peer through the iron-cast fences would flee when she brushed by from within. And maybe there just might have been something about how her grins seemed to appear, always something near malicious that would spark in her eyes when she exposed the underbelly of emotion that she kept away so carefully. How her lilting voice sent shivers down their spines. It didn't matter that she didn't intend for it, it was still there. It will forever be there.

Of course, she always knew there was something about her. Something about all the residents really, old and new, of GleamGate Manor- that would repel others. The matter was never directly brought up of course- such things were deemed inappropriate for conversation and tainted the seemingly 'pure' vision the family tried to put up- but practice in reigning in emotion was carefully covered and thoroughly taught by the patriarch.

Perhaps it got better and it got worse at the same time as she grew older. Magically-able adults and children of higher rational understanding were less affected than ever and as the years leading up to Hogwarts came up, Astrea felt hopeful. Not a very strong hope or anything- she hadn't had particularly strong feelings for an admittedly unhealthy amount of time, more experiencing emotion in a more closed off, muffled point of view- but the thought was still there.  For the first time in her life, she felt hopeful that perhaps she would be able to foster actual relations. Ones that were real, and close and as much the fairytale amount of pure joy to have around as she read in the old storybooks that were littered around the family library.

And yet, her first few days at Hogwarts came with a lingering of hesitancy from the ones around her. Astrea was never sought out for, never specifically singled out for a simple conversation. Others seemed too mindful of their own activities instead of actively including her, and they all avoided her like wildfire. It wasn't completely intentional, not particularly cruel in real intent. More subconscious, if anything.

Because there was always something remarkably off about her. Something suffocatingly oppressive and dark.

Something terrible.

WC: 766

Statistics
Total: 40

Stamina: 5 
Evasion: 7     
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 8
ArcPower: 9
Accuracy: 9

Status: Approved

Link to your encyclopedia thread| Catriona Staverly
Name of Ability or Race that you Are Applying for| Healing Sage
Describe why this fits your character|

Everything changed for Catriona when she was nine years old.

When walking down the street one day, Catriona noticed some children her age playing in the trees. She paid them no mind as she continued her way home, or at least she would have if she hadn't heard it. It being the sound of someone's body hitting the grass.

Catriona turned and watched the girl's eyes widen from her place on the ground. Round and glassy, they seemed to peer right into Catriona's soul.

The girl's friends fled the scene, presumably to get help. And yet, Catriona could not leave her lying there, not when she was all alone. Not when she needed her help.

She ran to the girl, crouching beside her. Her leg looked twisted at an odd angle. A broken bone. She couldn't heal the girl, but she could help her home at the very least. Catriona felt her nervousness fade into steady confidence. She looked into the girl's eyes and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Can you move your arms and legs?"

The girl closed her eyes and tried to bend her leg, letting out a pitiful yelp from what Catriona could only assume was pain.

"Broken bone it is then." Catriona looked into the horizon. The girl's friends seemed nowhere in sight. There was no doubt in her mind of what she had to do. "This may hurt you a bit, and I am so sorry, but you're going to have to stand up."

The girl nodded and Catriona grabbed her arms and hoisted her to her feet (well, foot). The girl swung an arm around her shoulder, supporting herself on Catriona.

They stumbled home like that together.

From that point on, Catriona devoted almost all of her time to studying healing. Muggle medicine, charms, potion books, you name it. She spent many long nights in her family's library just soaking in the information so next time she saw someone hurt or helpless she could heal them.

For Catriona, helping people was like playing a character, in a sense. When she was helping her mother disinfect a cut from a shard of glass she could put her own nerves and social ineptitude in a little box in her mind. It didn't matter at that moment. The only thing that did was the other person's health.

In being selfless, Catriona was able to forget her own problems and attend to those of others. She could forget herself, just for a moment. It felt free. It felt like coming home.

WC| 425

Stats
Stamina| 5
Evasion| 5
Strength| 3
Wisdom| 8
Arcane Power| 8
Accuracy| 6

Status: Approved

Status: Approved

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Year 1 Ability: Sixth Sense

Describe why this fits your character:

Reducio

I've always been observant. Like, really observant. Although if I'm entirely honest, I don't always enjoy my ability. I can feel the eyes of people boring into me. I know when people are talking about me. There are days I wish I could just not notice people because on top of the whispers and stares, I can feel the judgment radiating from them. Oh, and I can tell when people are lying to me. Everyone has some little give that they are lying, and I always notice those gives. You'd be surprised how much parents lie. Not necessarily lie, anyways, but not tell you everything because apparently you are too young or not responsible enough to know the truth when it's obvious something's wrong.

Not that it isn't useful to be so aware of things. I can almost always find things. And it's not just noticing things. I can feel something is going to happen before it does. My best friend Lizzy, who's a huge Marvel fan, says that it's my 'Spider-sense tingling'. Although I have not been bitten by a radioactive spider, it's a pretty good metaphor. For instance, I know when someone is sneaking up on me. It's hard to describe how I know it, but part of my brain is just aware that something is... off, because my gut has a weird feeling, or something along those lines. Like I said, it's hard to explain.

The best example I can think of was in 4th grade when my class went together to a laser tag place. I had my back to someone on the other team. Now, I didn't know they were there. However, I ducked just in time to avoid the laser because I had the feeling I should duck. I not only avoided the blast but turned around and hit the kid in the chest even though the room was dark and I couldn't see him. I knew he was there though, even if I didn't know it before he shot at me. Again, it doesn't make any sense.

It is a combination of paying attention to my surroundings and a gut feeling of what’s going on, I think. I swear it isn’t just sensory information, because I don’t have super hearing or x-ray vision or any of that. And I know it’s not a fluke because flukes don’t happen one hundred and seventy-four times. Yes, I’ve been counting, although it isn’t exact because I originally wasn’t counting because I was young and didn’t know I was different from everyone else. So, yeah, I have a sixth-sense.

Word Count: 432

Year 2 Ability: Evasive Manuevers

Describe why this fits your character:

Reducio

Like I said before, I have a sense that things are going to happen before they do. That sense doesn't just help me be aware of my surroundings; no, it also makes me harder to hit than the normal person.

So, I mean, I think this is why I rarely ever get hit in dodgeball (I assure you I actually participate in the game, unlike some girls who stand at the back and never get hit). It could be because I'm a smaller target. Or maybe it has to do with how fast I am. Perhaps I was just born with quick reflexes.

I guess my point is, that for whatever reason, people have a hard time hitting or catching me. Take seven-year-old me for example:

I'm playing with my cousins, except the play has turned foul. I don't like hanging out with the other Collins for this reason entirely--they're mean. I don't know if they save it just for me or they were just born that way, but they are total bullies.

Abby, who's my age, is standing off to the side. She doesn't really like participating; I don't know why, but she's always acting like a teenager, despite the fact that she's seven. I seriously doubt that she has ever read a book in her life, which could explain her extreme lack of curiosity. However, she keeps sticking out her foot when I pass to try and trip me. I keep avoiding her foot though, despite the fact I shouldn't be able to because I only have a split-second reaction time.

Joshua, who is a giant compared to me and three years older, is trying to tackle me. I'm not sure he is aware that if he tackles me, he'll probably crush me and break several bones. Caleb, who is three years younger and the twins' age, is laughing off to the side with Jonathan and pushing me if I get to close. I've asked them to stop ten times but they just laugh. I'm in one piece only because I'm faster than all of them and have some sort of sense of what they are about to do. I wonder if they are aware that this is technically bullying.

I'm near a sturdy tree when Joshua launches at me out of nowhere. Miraculously, I spring up and land in a branch just out of the way. I climb as high as I can and hope they don't follow. They don't, instead laughing at me.

I could have been stuck up there for hours, but luckily Matthew comes and calls them off. I breathe a sigh of relief as I climb done, once again despising my cousins, but still on the lookout for if they attack me again.

Yeah, so I'm alive today because of one of the above stated reasons. Believe me, I'm not complaining. Thank goodness I was born hard to hit.

Word Count: 487

Character Statistics:
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 9
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 9
Arcane Power: 7
Accuracy: 8

Status: Approved

Link to your encyclopedia thread:
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First Year:
Part-Veela
Name of Ability or Race that you Are Applying for:
Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character:

'You can't possibly cast this spell, you're just a first year'

The girl looked at Charlotte with a mocking look in her eyes, a grin on her face as she played with her wand, twirling it in her hands. The third year wasn't quite wrong, after all.
Charlotte looked at the girl straight in the eye, determined to prove her wrong. Taking a deep breath, she waved her wand in the air, pronouncing the spell as perfectly as she could. She watched as the girls smirk turned into a confused expression. Her eyes were wide open, frowning.

'What?'

Charlotte couldn't help be quite proud of herself as a wide smile spread on her face, looking at the girl.
It was true she wasn't supposed to know this spell, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her, causing her to wander in the library for a little… a little too long. She made it a habit of hers to read books intended for her older years, practising them alone in the charms classroom.

For some reason, she had been very good at it for a very long time and had taken advantage of it. All the books seemed to be begging to be read and of course, she did so. She spent hours at a time just reading charms books, impatient to finally try them out.

From a very young age, her parents had encouraged her to read as much as she could, making Charlotte a very eager bookworm. She loved diving into them and absorbing the knowledge out of them, practising as much as she could with a wooden stick. The day she learned she was accepted at Hogwarts, all she could think about was the fact that she could finally get to use and practise the spells she had read so much about.

Of course, the first time she practised the spells didn't go quite like she had imagined, which frustrated her a lot. She would try and stay patient, trying the spell again and again until she would finally get it just right. This took quite a few tries but a profound sense of pride would take over her and bring a smile on her face for the rest of the day.

When her first Charms class came, she couldn't be more impatient. She would finally get learn them and practise them, maybe even ask to have access to spells she was supposed to see in her older years.

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411

Stamina:
6
Evasion:
6  
Strength: 
5
Wisdom: 
7
ArcPower:
4
Accuracy: 
7

Status: Approved