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54,202 | 1,476 | 3 | 2,448 | 78 | Stein "The Reader"
Walking to the breakfast , he noticed a picture of the quidditch team of Ravenclaw,he saw few people , the only person he recognized was Jaden the Ravenclaw prefect , he had some conversations with him about some book Stein was searching or someone making him a prank,he saw him near and aproching to him, because of he was very excited and didnt want to wait he asked him about the captain almost shouting.
-Hello Jaden!,are you still part of the Ravenclaw quidditch team and if you are where is the captain because i want to enter the team . | Name:
Keanu "Jaden" Wade
Physical Features:
Eye Color: Dark blue
Hair color: dark brown
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195
Physique: Fit and toned
Scars: Has a thin scar going across his throat which is not noticeable unless you are really trying to see it. Has a deep scar across his stomach. One last scar that goes down the center of his back.
Age:
18
Year:
7th year
House:
Ravenclaw
Classes:
N.E.W.T Level courses
Potions
DADA
Transfiguration
Herbology
Charms
Short bio:
Not a lot is terribly known about Jaden mostly because anyone who really knows him chooses not to talk about it out of respect for his the silence he keeps about the incident. What is known however is that Jaden is from a small magical village located somewhere outside of Surrey England but was born in London, England where he lived until he was six. He lives now with his Grandfather who is an now retired Auror who once upon a time worked for the Ministry of Magic. Jaden lives a rather normal life compared to some, while his entire family is quite wealthy, they live a modest life not caring much for the luxuries that come with said wealth.
At school Jaden is not the most popular nor is he the most hated, he is what he likes to call secluded. Not known to be overly talkative he if often seen as a quiet person. Most any who know him think of him as a rather nice person, but also very complex, never being one to talk about himself. However where Jaden lacks social ability, he makes up for it with his amazing understanding on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Where Jaden excelled at his courses he strived even more in DADA, to the point where he is on par with the teacher. Jaden enjoys DADA and practices it everyday, even to the point where he has begun testing out new spells for defense, however none of them have panned out as of yet. Often seen shadow dueling and also taking part in school sanctioned duels, and also helping other students, he is quickly becoming a master of DADA. Due to his extensive studies of DADA and his dedication to the subject this earned him the position of Prefect for Ravenclaw. Jaden's aspirations in life is to become and Auror like his grandfather and his mother and father before him.
Personality:
Jaden is known to be quiet when he on his own time, while he is quite vocal in classes and when he helping others when they require it, he is just a secluded kind of person. Most would describe him as an incredibly generous person, and a genuinely nice person the kind that would go out of their way to help. Jaden is also incredibly intelligent and is a known strategist who loves a good game of wizards chess. He is also driven by a deep motivation, he does not easily allow himself to suffer defeat, and he has a no die attitude when it comes to his life and he inspires those around them if he is able. In reality Jaden is very eccentric when he wants to be or when he is not secluded somewhere. In the end Jaden is an enigma to other people, at one moment he is outgoing and then at the next he is quiet and not talking much, but he is passionate, dedicated and open minded and this is what people notice most about him.
Wand:
Jaden has a 13 inch black walnut wand with a phoenix feather core.
Patronus:
Jadens patronus is a dragon
Hobbies:
Jaden has a variety of hobbies that he enjoys, his top hobbies would include practicing DADA, trying to create new spells, he is a seeker on his school team in quidditch, he loves to play wizard chest, and is an avid reader.
Pets:
Owns an owl named Tarim
Personal possessions:
Jaden has a walnut trunk which has been bewitched giving it the capability to hold a lot more items then normal trunks. This is where he keeps items that are most important too him which include old pictures of his family, his school items along with his robes and his change of clothes and any extra money he may need for the year. He also owns a handcrafted chess board with matching chess pieces which was a gift from his grandfather, and of course his old black journal which he keeps his spell studies in and many other vital pieces of information.
Relationships:
None
NPCs:
None
Why am I amazing? Simply because I choose to be. |
54,203 | 1,476 | 4 | 2,465 | 3,276 | ~Karen Antonius~
Karen took a sip of her tea, savoring the brew's deep taste to go along perfectly with the cool morning air. She'd been since 7 am, not for any particular reason; she just got up at the time and that was it. Seeing as going back to sleep was impossible and she had nothing better to do, she figured a bit of tea in the morning wouldn't be a problem. She'd used her own supply to avoid having to go downstairs to the kitchens, which would have been a hassle.
Soon enough other students began waking up and moving about. Some noticed her, some did not. Among those that did, many gave an awkard jump upon realizing that she was there, before try to scurry away as quickly as possible. Karen smiled and waved back pleasantly. It didn't seem to help there nerves. Yawning, she pulled out a tiny pocket watch from the robe she was wearing, and peered at it. It was nearly time for breakfast.
"Very well," she decided, sitting up from her chair, "I suppose it's best to be off by now."
Drawing her wand from a holster that was hiding within the sleeves of her robe, she pointed them at the used plate, and cup of tea. With a quick flick of her wrists, she preformed the Switching Spell, and in place of the used tableware was her rosary, red scarf, and golden cross. Picking the items up, she concealed the former in her robes while wearing the latter around her neck. Back then, these two object would attract considerable attention from most of the student-body, but now they've gotten used to it. Most of them, anyway.
Karen flung the red scarf around her neck and several males stepped back, looks of apprehension on their faces; they knew very well what the scarf was capable of doing. Karen laughed lightly. "Don't worry, I've nothing planned for today," she said reassuringly. "Unless of course, you want me to make plans for you . . . ?"
Her voice had taken an attractive tone, and it would have definitely been enticing had it not been for the underlying meaning behind them. The referenced students shook their head quickly and left. Karen, still smiling, stepped out of the common room after them, and was greeted with a familiar looking lion cub.
"Good morn, sir Damian," greeted Karen with a light smile on her face, walking up to side of the boy that wasn't being occupied by an overgrown kitty. "And to your companion as well. How goes your morning so far?"
Aah, idle conversation; it was truly the unmatched King of Activities when it came to passing time. | Name: Karen Violet Camillus Antonius
Karen is a towhead, a kind of platinum blond that looks silver when exposed to light. She has amber eyes, primarily gold in color. Her hair is long and wavy and reaches just above her hip. She's pale and weighs about 40kg. She's 147 cm tall.
Her three sizes are: 79 / 55 / 78
Age: 15.7
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
- Charms
- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Herbology
- Arithmancy
- Astronomy
- Alchemy
- Potions
- Divination
- Transfiguration
Short bio:
Karen's mother was a well traveled witch, who was also a known duelist. Because of her abrasive attitude, she got into plenty of fights. In one of these fights she was cursed heavily using ancient Dark Magic and no magic could break it. While searching desperately for a cure, she bumped into Kyle Antonius, who was not a deacon at the time. The man realizing that she was distressed but not knowing the reason, offered her a prayer and a free meal. The next day the curse had disappeared.
The two met with each other constantly after that, both their interests in each other piqued. What then started as an awkward friendship with much arguments turned into love, and they were eventually married.
When Karen was born, a similar miracle occurred; at the exact day of her birth, many people found that they were cured from sickness, even terminal patients were cured. Claudia linked it to magic, Kyle's father called it a miracle, while Kyle said it was magic that came from a miracle.
As Karen grew, her fascination with the suffering and helping of others became evident, much to her fathers delight. Much to her mothers dismay, however, she also inherited her fathers wonderful personality. Karen developed an interest in healing magic, however she is extremely unconventional with the way she does things, which makes people worry.
Personality:
Karen has an angelic personality and is forgiving to the point that she believes her only purpose in life is to help others, even if she is hurt in the process. She never blames the person who has hurt her and blames the act on devils who caused the person to commit whatever sin. Whenever she is at fault, she apologizes to God rather than the person, although she doesn't mean to be rude - she's just weird that way.
However, in contrast to her angelic persona, she also loves teasing people and exploiting others’ emotional vulnerability. Upon discovery of an individual’s weak spot, she enjoys bringing it out to light in front of all the other characters. While this antagonizes many people and causes much outrage and humiliation, she remains calm. Caren however will not go too far with this, so long as she isn't forced to. Most of the time she uses it for harmless teasing. Basically, Karen likes to troll people.
Karen insists on acting on her standards of grace and etiquette in every situation. She does not panic or overreact and always maintains a pristine and untouched persona. Even in the face of people who consider her enemies or show her open hostility, she will not so much as frown, in fact, she would still be very polite with them. Of course, this same grace is applied to her teasing.
She is a devout Catholic, as strange as it may seem, and often quotes from scriptures or phrases from the Bible mostly for her own convenience, but when she wants to, she is actually quite wise in going about their use.
Despite her calm and unaffected persona, she is cunning, perceptive, efficient and a surprisingly ruthless person for someone who was placed into Gryffindor. In fact, many are surprised she is in the house at all - it seems she would make a much better Slytherin.
She is somewhat of a mad-scientist, as she is prone to experimenting with different spell, potions, etc.
Her personality greatly resembles her fathers.
Wand: Fig Tree, slightly elastic, 15 inches; Simurgh feather core. If the wand is burned for whatever reason, it immediately summons the Simurgh.
Patronus: An Axolotl
Hobbies: Studying; flowers and flower arranging, history, theology, philosophy, sewing, praying, healing, languages. Teasing people.
Pets: A Crowned Solitary Eagle; it's illegal to own, doubly so because it's endangered, but her mothers a witch so . . . magic?
Personal possessions:
A Bible, Rosary, golden cross, and a red enchanted scarf; it's enchanted to bind men specifically. So long as it's wrapped around them, they will be unable to move unless they're attacked by something. The scarf was a gift from her mother that Karen uses with great effect.
Relationships:
A good number of people in Hogwarts are terrified of her including some of the teachers, due to her knack of identifying and exploiting their weaknesses.
Is somehow friends with the current Rector Major of the Salesians, whom she discusses philosophy and magic with occasional.
NPCs:
Kyle John Antonius - Karen's father; deacon, skeptic, wise-man, exceptional troll.
Claudia Lily Camillus Antonius - Karen's mother; witch, adventurer, duelist, prone to snark, and a good wife - to Kyle anyway.
The Simurgh - An extremely rare and powerful magical bird with that can purify lands and waters, bless people with good fortune, inspire wisdom and raise heroes. It's healing powers are so strong that so long as there is even a hint of life left in a person, they will be healed. |
54,204 | 1,476 | 5 | 302 | 2,579 | Felicia
Felicia had been awake for a short while now. She was already dressed and ready before she needed to be. It had grown into a habit over the last year and a half as a result of the tattoo. Felicia did love her tattoo, but it just wasn't normal for a girl so young to have such a large tattoo. So Felicia got up earlier than most normal twelve year olds would. Lero sat on her lap, looking up at her with his large green eyes. Felicia stroked his fluffy black fur, looking at the fire in front of her, admiring the beauty in something so simple.
Parum
Parum scooped up Geminus and held him close to her. She was sitting on her bed. She was ready to go to breakfast, but she just hadn't motivated herself to do so. Geminus mewled, and Parum grabbed a little bottle and began to feed her newborn kitten. She worried slightly about Geminus, about how long his life would be, born with two faces. She dismissed her thought and stood up. She left the room she was in and began to walk towards the great hall for breakfast, still holding and feeding Geminus. | Name: David Windstrider
Appearance: Pale skinned, 6'1", 170 pounds, not skinny but not buff either, usually wears his House Robe with blue threads stitched alongside the green ones in a helix. Has black, straight, medium length hair and intensely green eyes. His ears are slightly pointed.
Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Slytherin
Short bio: David, as a pureblood, has grown in relative luxury and was able to train in the wizarding ways from an early age. While not strictly speaking ancient and not particularly influential politically, the Windstrider house is perhaps one of the most wealthy, thanks to some strategic marriages with Gringotts directors. Many members of house Windstrider are thus partially goblin in ancestry, David himself being 1/8th that. This allows for some uses of wandless magic, completely wandless for very simple charms and only needing the wand in hand without waving it for medium ones. David has always been interested in battle magic/defense against the dark arts, due to his natural advantage, and is often seen duelling when the opportunity presents itself. Also, through his extensive studies, he was recognized as one of the masters of Transmutation, recognition which singlehandedly won him the role of Perfect in his fifth year.
Personality: David is extremely open minded. Some might say even too open minded. He sees nothing as taboo, and can often be heard making such outrageous suggestions like incorporating muggle technology in the Floo system, tracking squib populations for genetic patterns, and even unbanning Crucio. In general, he is an aggressively opportunistic, perfectionist and power-hungry person that always looks for avenues to increase his knowledge, spell mastery, or the wealth of his family. In first year, the sorting hat told him he would fit equally well in ravenclaw and slytherin, and he went for the latter only because it was strategically better for the purpose of maybe collecting underlings.
Wand: cherry, 12 inches, phoenix feather
Hobbies: David loves wizarding duels and has been training and participating in competitions since first year. He is also a specialist Transmuter, with a level of knowledge almost on par with the teachers. Also, as a Windstrider, he is well versed in the science of economy, having studied both the works of great goblin analysts and muggles. His personal heroes are Milton Friedman and Merlin, the first for his keen understanding of how wealth is generated, and the second for his initiative to command and order the wizarding world.
Pets: David has an owl named Celeste, who, because of the many transmuting experiments David put it through, is permanently glittering.
Personal possessions: Extradimensional chest (it's bigger on the inside), all books required for 6th and 7th year, several pairs of robes for special ocasions, a couple books on Muggle economy, advanced math, and game theory, and tons of galleons. Literally.
Patronus: David's patronus is a chimpanzee.
Relationships: N/A
NPCs: David's best friend Charles Johnson is a 6th year Ravenclaw muggleborn. David values him for his unwavering loyalty and vast memory. A walking encyclopaedia, David often bounces ideas off him in his researches and while studying for exams. The Slytherin David hangs around with started out being condescending of Charles and not giving him much credit, but David called them idiots and let Charles prove himself by aceing every single class and exam. The two boys are oftentimes seen together. |
54,205 | 1,476 | 6 | 2,097 | 1,847 | Genevieve BraveheartShe crept through the quiet of the house. Gryffindors were not known for their ability to wake up in the morning, so it was a little strange that she was up as early as she was. Genevieve smiled as she saw her snowy owl perched on the window, its head tipped to the side, with a letter in its beak. She crept over quietly and took the letter from Geric. "Thanks Geric," she whispered to him and he flew off, heading toward the owlry, or the Owl Tower as she called it. She looked down and saw it was a letter from her dad. She frowned. She hadn't heard from him for most of the year. With a small sigh, she tucked the letter into the pocket of her robe and headed toward the door.
She walked out with grace and ease, seeing a few students heading down toward the Great Hall to eat. She saw a few of the Hufflepuff colored robes around and she looked around, looking for Patrick's familiar face. She couldn't help the tingle in her stomach as she looked for her best friend, but she immediately tried to force it back down. Chill. she told herself. You need to chill. He doesn't like you like that and never will, so relax and just go to breakfast.
Her mind forcing her to give up her search for her crush/ friend, she hurried down the stairs to the Great Hall. She noticed that there were a lot of students already down their as well. A few she recognized from the Quidditch teams and others she recognized from class. She smiled and went over to sit down at the Gryffindor table. She slid in between the seats and immediately started to pick at food, taking a huge bite out of a roll as she grabs it from a stack.
Still munching on the roll, she pulled the letter from her dad out of her robe and set it on the table. Shockingly enough, it wasn't a talking letter as he normally liked to do. She frowned. This must be important. She ripped open the letter and began to read.
My dearest child,
I send you this letter both out of joy and grief, as I fear that you will react badly to the news I am about to deliver. But first I must ask: How are your classes going? Are you excelling as your mother did when she went there? How about Quidditch? Is Gryffindor undefeated as always?
Genevieve smiled at this last comment because she knew very well that her father knew that Gryffindor had lost their first Quidditch match of the season this year. They were playing again really soon, she just couldn't remember who. She kept reading.
Now onto the difficult part my dear. I know it may be hard for you to hear, but I have been seeing someone over these past couple months. Her name is Delilah Evergreen, and I think I am in love with her, dear. I want to ask her to marry me and I seek your approval for it. I understand that this is difficult for you to hear, but I wish for my happiness as well as yours. If you do not give me approval, I understand, but then I will not be happy. I want what is best for both of us, Gene, and I think Delilah is it.
Please respond as soon as you are able.
Much love,
Daddy
The letter slipped from her sweating hands. She no longer felt like eating. Her father was getting married. To another woman?! She couldn't believe it. She knew that her say didn't matter because he always went against his word, like when he said he would love no one other than Mother.
"He's getting married," Genevieve murmured out loud. "He's getting married." Now she really wished Patrick was here. | Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
NEWT Levels
Charms
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Potions
Runes
Short bio: Genevieve grew up in mostly Manchester, England with her two magical parents. She is a pureblood witch, but she never really wanted to be. She hated how she was different from everyone. Everyone seemed to be repelled by her when she was younger, as if her magical was driving them away, even if they didn’t know about it. She was bullied a lot for being weird and she always tended to come home crying her eyes out.
That all changed when her mother got cancer. They tried everything to save her, even spells and potions, but nothing seemed to beat it. With her last dying breath, her mother told Genevieve that if Genevieve wanted a normal life so badly, then this would be what she had to go through every day. Genevieve hated that, but she did not hate her mother for telling her. With that, she embraced her magic and her weird side. She stood up to the bullies at school and she was brave and when she turned eleven she got her letter to go to Hogwarts.
Once she got to Hogwarts, she immediately felt better about who she was and she felt confident in herself again. She was sorted into Gryffindor because the Sorting Hat saw in her mind what all that she has gone through and how her personality is now in spite of that. She plays Quidditch for her mother because her mother was an amazing Chaser and she always wanted to be like the woman who told her to embrace her weirdness.
Personality: Though she is very brave, loyal, and trusting, Genevieve is not the most outgoing person in the world. She tends to sit in her room and read rather than mess around outdoors. She does love to play Quidditch and is an amazing Chaser, just like her mother was. She is always warm and open to meeting new people, but she doesn’t really like large crowds. She doesn’t talk to very many people, but once a person is introduced to her, she is warmer toward them. She always stands up for what she believes is right, even if that means going against some rules, and she will always remain a loyal friend to whoever wants to be her friend. She takes blows as they come and always tries to overcome them with the best her of ability.
Wand: Cedar, Phoenix Feather, 12 ½ inches
Patronus: Golden Retriever (so a Dog…)
Hobbies: She is a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and loves to write and read. She also loves to dance, but she tends to dance whenever she thinks that she is alone. Besides those things, she just tends to go with the flow for whatever anyone wants to do.
Pets: An almost pure white snowy owl named Geric
Personal possessions: Her Firebolt 2000, which she got from her mother. It is three generations under the Firebolt Supreme, but it is still almost as fast as the Supreme, though it has a little less maneuverability. She has a locket from her mother which has a picture of her mother and her father in one side and her on the other side. Besides that, she has everything that she has bought.
Relationships:
Patrick Ford- Genevieve and Patrick have been close friends ever since they got to Hogwarts their first year. She wound up having to sit next to him because all of the other cars were full and she didn't have anywhere else to sit. They got to talking and became fast friends immediately. She was disappointed when she got sorted into Gryffindor and him to Hufflepuff, but that didn't stop their friendship. They hung out often and began to play against each other in Quidditch when they both joined their second year, her as a Chaser and him as a Beater. There was some rough patches though, especially after he hit the Bludger directly at her their third year and knocked her off her broom. But he was very kind afterwards and apologized for it, just stating that it was a competition and he wanted to win. They have had a friendly rivalry ever since, but it has become slightly more than a friendship to her. In fact, she has developed a minor crush on him.
NPCs: Geric, her owl; her father
Why am I amazing? Because I love to write more than anything in the world. :)
Professor Terrabeth "Terra" Carlyle
Age: 28
Position: Transfiguration Teacher
House: She does not have a house, considering she is a teacher, but she has a particular attachment to the Gryffindor house.
Short bio: Professor Carlyle was mostly a travelling witch to begin with. She was a Keeper for the most part, watching over budding wizards and witches when they were young and helping the headmaster of Hogwarts get out letters to those children. Since she always watched those children, she had to help hide their magic rom the Muggle world, so she took up Transfiguration as a helpful tool to hide it. Since she was so good at it, Professor McGonagall hired her as the Transfiguration teacher in her stead. Professor Carlyle knew that she would have a better chance at helping her students that she sent there that way and she took up the job immediately. She is originally from the U.S., so she has an American accent.
Personality: Professor Carlyle is a very caring individual and she loves children. She can be a bit of a stickler when it comes to rules, but she can also be your friend when she needs to be. She is often very quiet, listening and learning more than she is teaching, and she believes in learning by failing. She always has the students try everything first before she helps guide them to what they are supposed to do. She also is very sly and sometimes goes behind the headmaster’s or headmistress’s back to help out some of her students with tests. She is also very mischievous. She sometimes pulls pranks on her students and even some of the other teachers.
Wand: Birch, Unicorn Hair, 14 inches
Patronus: Fox
Hobbies: She enjoys a good game of Quidditch as well as reading, but she is a masterful dueler, so she is always interested in watching the Defense Against The Dark Arts classes and even helping out with dueling with the younger kids every once in a while.
Pets: A beautiful Persian cat with bright blue eyes named Critter and a tawny owl named Verona
Personal possessions: She does not really have any, except for her suitcase that has a bunch of stickers on it from all of the places she has been.
Relationships: N/A
NPCs: Critter, Verona |
54,206 | 1,476 | 7 | 550 | 306 | Oliver Batch
Oliver, drenched in sweat, was walked back into the school after his run around the lake when an old barn owl swooped down and dropped a letter in front of him. The 7th year student was slightly puzzled by the early morning mail. Running up the stairs to the perfect bathrooms he enjoyed a very well deserved soak in the warm waters. Cleaned off the morning workout and then returned to his room where he changed for the day ahead. He considered wearing his student robes, but remembered that the guest professor for Care of Magical Creatures had a ban on them during his class. Leaving his room in a plain white t-shirt and jeans combo he made his way down to the breakfast hall to silence his stomach.
The great hall was the epicenter of chaos in the mornings. Students realizing they had homework do desperately dashing from one friend to the other to see who they could copy from. Others just sleeping in and needed to rush through to get food while not being late. As a 7th year Oliver had a lot more independent time, but most of this was taken up by studying. Under his arm he held some of his study materials which he set down as he sat in the center of the Ravenclaw table. The table was the busiest of the four with most of the students sitting and studying. Oliver would have cracked a joke about the table being nothing but stereotypes, but as he put his own study materials down he saw the obvious hypocrisy.
Grabbing a piece of toast and smearing some butter on it Oliver dove into the book with full force. It was an advanced book on Alchemy that he had been assigned by an old professor from his time abroad last year. He had gotten some advice on how to survive his 7th year and the number one advice given was stay ahead of the curriculum. Since then Oliver has done his best to remain a week ahead of his classes as far as prep and practice. It had shown to be the right move as he was at the top of his classes. | Name:
Claudius Magnunt
Age:
25
Year:
Teacher
House:
He's associated with Hufflepuff
Classes taken:
He teaches astrology.
Short bio:
Claudius was born into a regal family of strict rules. He tried his best to follow the rules, but he was always more spacey than his two older brothers. He could never sit in one spot easily, and he was constantly yelled at for playing with his food. He was, magically, more gifted than his two brothers, as he could use magic at a much earlier age. His brothers constantly picked on and bullied him as a result.
When he went to Hogwarts, his two brothers were sorted in Ravenclaw, and he expected much the same, however, the sorting hat put him into Hufflepuff, mortifying his family. They always made up excuses as to why he could never return home for Christmas or any other break, and while Claudius was aware, a part of him hoped they were telling the truth. They never were. When Claudius graduated, he immediately cut ties with his family, and went into studying and getting ready to work in Astronomy. The old professor who had taught him Astrology was his main influence, and still motivates Claudius today.
Personality:
Spacey and not well focused, Claudius always pays attention to the little things in life. He never saw value in money or high society, so mostly he acts like he had a ruff and poor upbringing. His manners need a lot of work, and he struggles to say things properly 'Wouldya' for an example. He does most of this purely to irritate his family, even though they can't see him do these things. The only thing he puts serious passion and effort into is teaching his students about the stars, a job he's done for a while. He finds the sky beautiful in it's own way, and implores his students to see the same fascination he does.
Wand:
12 ¾" long, made of Walnut, and has a dragon heartstring.
Patronus:
A Luzon Bleeding Heart Dove.
Hobbies:
Astrology
Spacing Out
Making rich people scoff at him
Pets:
None
Personal Possessions:
A astrological map, a map that contains a moving model of the milky way galaxy.
Relationships:
None yet
NPCs:
Random Students
Why am I awesome?:
Just because m8 fite me |
54,207 | 1,476 | 8 | 2,097 | 1,847 | Devin Coal
After the sun made its morning appearance the entire forest was bathed in a delightful yellow and orange tone. For the past two weeks Devin had been getting up early to track a small herd of Sunrise Deer a rare breed of cervidae who constantly glow with the same color and brilliance of the sun which makes for a beautiful sight, but can be difficult since they are easily found by predators. It is only during the hour before and after sunrise the glow they exude is unnoticeable to the naked eye making it the safest time for them to graze.
Every morning Devin had gotten up and, using a broom, flown into the Forbidden Forest to see what was causing the herds of Sunrise Deer to venture further and further away from the school grounds. Normally the grounds were a safe place for these gentle creatures and they understood this. The only thing that would normally scare an herbivore away from a prized food source would be a dangerous predator; however, after some extensive field time Devin had yet to find any alarming threat to the herd.
Devin had been considering the idea of bringing some of his 6th and 7th year students on a field trip to visit the herd, but at this point they were deep enough in the Forbidden Forest that even his laid back style of parenting wouldn't allow it. Taking a few photos of the herd and mounting his brook Devin took a final look around the forest and then kicked off the ground and flew into their air.
While flying back to the school grounds Devin thought about stopping by and saying hello to the centaurs in the forest. He had quickly become good friends with the tribe that called the forest home. He saw a small line of smoke coming up from the north side of the school grounds. That meant the gamekeeper was making his morning fire to boil water for tea. Time wasn't completely on his side so he forgo the centaur visit and flew back to Hogwarts.
Returning a few minutes later Devin looked around the great hall for one of his fellow Professors. His eyes were very much looking for something and while he didn't see it several people around him were certain of what he was looking for. "Professor..." A student said before stopping. “I believe I saw Professor Carlyle earlier in the main hallway.”
It was no secret that Devin seemed to be keen on Professor Carlyle considering he had asked her out at the opening ceremony when the students were excused. Devin hadn’t done it in the most public fashion, but several students had heard him ask about her plans for the weekend and rumors have started from less. It also didn’t help that he came into her classroom at one point and asked the same question in front of the class.
Devin wasn’t embarrassed by his actions. He saw them as perfectly normal. He found her smart and pretty and was interested in getting to know her better. His friends back home had always said he was far too nonchalant when socializing with woman, but he just felt that his way avoided any sort of confusion. Thanking the student and making his way to the main hall Devin figured Terra had been making her way to her classroom as classes started in less than 30 minutes. With a brisk pip in his step he made his way towards the Transfiguration classroom. | Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
NEWT Levels
Charms
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Potions
Runes
Short bio: Genevieve grew up in mostly Manchester, England with her two magical parents. She is a pureblood witch, but she never really wanted to be. She hated how she was different from everyone. Everyone seemed to be repelled by her when she was younger, as if her magical was driving them away, even if they didn’t know about it. She was bullied a lot for being weird and she always tended to come home crying her eyes out.
That all changed when her mother got cancer. They tried everything to save her, even spells and potions, but nothing seemed to beat it. With her last dying breath, her mother told Genevieve that if Genevieve wanted a normal life so badly, then this would be what she had to go through every day. Genevieve hated that, but she did not hate her mother for telling her. With that, she embraced her magic and her weird side. She stood up to the bullies at school and she was brave and when she turned eleven she got her letter to go to Hogwarts.
Once she got to Hogwarts, she immediately felt better about who she was and she felt confident in herself again. She was sorted into Gryffindor because the Sorting Hat saw in her mind what all that she has gone through and how her personality is now in spite of that. She plays Quidditch for her mother because her mother was an amazing Chaser and she always wanted to be like the woman who told her to embrace her weirdness.
Personality: Though she is very brave, loyal, and trusting, Genevieve is not the most outgoing person in the world. She tends to sit in her room and read rather than mess around outdoors. She does love to play Quidditch and is an amazing Chaser, just like her mother was. She is always warm and open to meeting new people, but she doesn’t really like large crowds. She doesn’t talk to very many people, but once a person is introduced to her, she is warmer toward them. She always stands up for what she believes is right, even if that means going against some rules, and she will always remain a loyal friend to whoever wants to be her friend. She takes blows as they come and always tries to overcome them with the best her of ability.
Wand: Cedar, Phoenix Feather, 12 ½ inches
Patronus: Golden Retriever (so a Dog…)
Hobbies: She is a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and loves to write and read. She also loves to dance, but she tends to dance whenever she thinks that she is alone. Besides those things, she just tends to go with the flow for whatever anyone wants to do.
Pets: An almost pure white snowy owl named Geric
Personal possessions: Her Firebolt 2000, which she got from her mother. It is three generations under the Firebolt Supreme, but it is still almost as fast as the Supreme, though it has a little less maneuverability. She has a locket from her mother which has a picture of her mother and her father in one side and her on the other side. Besides that, she has everything that she has bought.
Relationships:
Patrick Ford- Genevieve and Patrick have been close friends ever since they got to Hogwarts their first year. She wound up having to sit next to him because all of the other cars were full and she didn't have anywhere else to sit. They got to talking and became fast friends immediately. She was disappointed when she got sorted into Gryffindor and him to Hufflepuff, but that didn't stop their friendship. They hung out often and began to play against each other in Quidditch when they both joined their second year, her as a Chaser and him as a Beater. There was some rough patches though, especially after he hit the Bludger directly at her their third year and knocked her off her broom. But he was very kind afterwards and apologized for it, just stating that it was a competition and he wanted to win. They have had a friendly rivalry ever since, but it has become slightly more than a friendship to her. In fact, she has developed a minor crush on him.
NPCs: Geric, her owl; her father
Why am I amazing? Because I love to write more than anything in the world. :)
Professor Terrabeth "Terra" Carlyle
Age: 28
Position: Transfiguration Teacher
House: She does not have a house, considering she is a teacher, but she has a particular attachment to the Gryffindor house.
Short bio: Professor Carlyle was mostly a travelling witch to begin with. She was a Keeper for the most part, watching over budding wizards and witches when they were young and helping the headmaster of Hogwarts get out letters to those children. Since she always watched those children, she had to help hide their magic rom the Muggle world, so she took up Transfiguration as a helpful tool to hide it. Since she was so good at it, Professor McGonagall hired her as the Transfiguration teacher in her stead. Professor Carlyle knew that she would have a better chance at helping her students that she sent there that way and she took up the job immediately. She is originally from the U.S., so she has an American accent.
Personality: Professor Carlyle is a very caring individual and she loves children. She can be a bit of a stickler when it comes to rules, but she can also be your friend when she needs to be. She is often very quiet, listening and learning more than she is teaching, and she believes in learning by failing. She always has the students try everything first before she helps guide them to what they are supposed to do. She also is very sly and sometimes goes behind the headmaster’s or headmistress’s back to help out some of her students with tests. She is also very mischievous. She sometimes pulls pranks on her students and even some of the other teachers.
Wand: Birch, Unicorn Hair, 14 inches
Patronus: Fox
Hobbies: She enjoys a good game of Quidditch as well as reading, but she is a masterful dueler, so she is always interested in watching the Defense Against The Dark Arts classes and even helping out with dueling with the younger kids every once in a while.
Pets: A beautiful Persian cat with bright blue eyes named Critter and a tawny owl named Verona
Personal possessions: She does not really have any, except for her suitcase that has a bunch of stickers on it from all of the places she has been.
Relationships: N/A
NPCs: Critter, Verona |
54,208 | 1,476 | 9 | 2,097 | 1,847 | David Windstrider
Mid term was most definitely not fun for a prefect. Lots of first and second years, pampered to the extreme and displaying that typical, involuntary egocentricity that only fades with age, were returning from their winter holidays, and David, as a prefect, had to put up with their endless supply for both energy and bad ideas. It was even worse for Slytherin youngsters, as their arrogance was simply nauseating, and you didn't know how it could get "political" if you subtracted points for transgression. All in all, it wasn't a happy time.
Up until 4 am, David had been patrolling the corridors for two second years that were up to no good. He eventually somehow ended up with even more work on his hands, as that number rose from two, to five, to ten. In the end, he did manage to catch them all, give the non-slytherin a good scare that would make them remember him for the rest of their lives, and gave the former essays to write on motivations for the existence of rules as glue to a society. At 4 am, David realized all the chasing around and ranting had kicked the tiredness out of him, and proceeded to pester Charles into waking up in the middle of the night and helping him at his new project - stretching his ability to wandlessly cast random charms.
Entering the great hall for breakfast, the two boys looked more like ghouls than living, breathing teenage boys. Separating to join their respective houses, David slumped into a seat and started filling up a cup of coffee. Meanwhile, the usual snark was going about around him about his friendship with Charles. Normally, he'd just retort snarkily back, but the last sleepless night had broken his nerve sufficiently that he had little interest in... anything, really. Taking a sip of the coffee, David straightened his back ever so slightly, eyes closed, concentrating on a simple heating charm he could cast wandlessly with moderate success on the beverage. That should make him feel relatively better in 15 minutes or so. | Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
NEWT Levels
Charms
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Potions
Runes
Short bio: Genevieve grew up in mostly Manchester, England with her two magical parents. She is a pureblood witch, but she never really wanted to be. She hated how she was different from everyone. Everyone seemed to be repelled by her when she was younger, as if her magical was driving them away, even if they didn’t know about it. She was bullied a lot for being weird and she always tended to come home crying her eyes out.
That all changed when her mother got cancer. They tried everything to save her, even spells and potions, but nothing seemed to beat it. With her last dying breath, her mother told Genevieve that if Genevieve wanted a normal life so badly, then this would be what she had to go through every day. Genevieve hated that, but she did not hate her mother for telling her. With that, she embraced her magic and her weird side. She stood up to the bullies at school and she was brave and when she turned eleven she got her letter to go to Hogwarts.
Once she got to Hogwarts, she immediately felt better about who she was and she felt confident in herself again. She was sorted into Gryffindor because the Sorting Hat saw in her mind what all that she has gone through and how her personality is now in spite of that. She plays Quidditch for her mother because her mother was an amazing Chaser and she always wanted to be like the woman who told her to embrace her weirdness.
Personality: Though she is very brave, loyal, and trusting, Genevieve is not the most outgoing person in the world. She tends to sit in her room and read rather than mess around outdoors. She does love to play Quidditch and is an amazing Chaser, just like her mother was. She is always warm and open to meeting new people, but she doesn’t really like large crowds. She doesn’t talk to very many people, but once a person is introduced to her, she is warmer toward them. She always stands up for what she believes is right, even if that means going against some rules, and she will always remain a loyal friend to whoever wants to be her friend. She takes blows as they come and always tries to overcome them with the best her of ability.
Wand: Cedar, Phoenix Feather, 12 ½ inches
Patronus: Golden Retriever (so a Dog…)
Hobbies: She is a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and loves to write and read. She also loves to dance, but she tends to dance whenever she thinks that she is alone. Besides those things, she just tends to go with the flow for whatever anyone wants to do.
Pets: An almost pure white snowy owl named Geric
Personal possessions: Her Firebolt 2000, which she got from her mother. It is three generations under the Firebolt Supreme, but it is still almost as fast as the Supreme, though it has a little less maneuverability. She has a locket from her mother which has a picture of her mother and her father in one side and her on the other side. Besides that, she has everything that she has bought.
Relationships:
Patrick Ford- Genevieve and Patrick have been close friends ever since they got to Hogwarts their first year. She wound up having to sit next to him because all of the other cars were full and she didn't have anywhere else to sit. They got to talking and became fast friends immediately. She was disappointed when she got sorted into Gryffindor and him to Hufflepuff, but that didn't stop their friendship. They hung out often and began to play against each other in Quidditch when they both joined their second year, her as a Chaser and him as a Beater. There was some rough patches though, especially after he hit the Bludger directly at her their third year and knocked her off her broom. But he was very kind afterwards and apologized for it, just stating that it was a competition and he wanted to win. They have had a friendly rivalry ever since, but it has become slightly more than a friendship to her. In fact, she has developed a minor crush on him.
NPCs: Geric, her owl; her father
Why am I amazing? Because I love to write more than anything in the world. :)
Professor Terrabeth "Terra" Carlyle
Age: 28
Position: Transfiguration Teacher
House: She does not have a house, considering she is a teacher, but she has a particular attachment to the Gryffindor house.
Short bio: Professor Carlyle was mostly a travelling witch to begin with. She was a Keeper for the most part, watching over budding wizards and witches when they were young and helping the headmaster of Hogwarts get out letters to those children. Since she always watched those children, she had to help hide their magic rom the Muggle world, so she took up Transfiguration as a helpful tool to hide it. Since she was so good at it, Professor McGonagall hired her as the Transfiguration teacher in her stead. Professor Carlyle knew that she would have a better chance at helping her students that she sent there that way and she took up the job immediately. She is originally from the U.S., so she has an American accent.
Personality: Professor Carlyle is a very caring individual and she loves children. She can be a bit of a stickler when it comes to rules, but she can also be your friend when she needs to be. She is often very quiet, listening and learning more than she is teaching, and she believes in learning by failing. She always has the students try everything first before she helps guide them to what they are supposed to do. She also is very sly and sometimes goes behind the headmaster’s or headmistress’s back to help out some of her students with tests. She is also very mischievous. She sometimes pulls pranks on her students and even some of the other teachers.
Wand: Birch, Unicorn Hair, 14 inches
Patronus: Fox
Hobbies: She enjoys a good game of Quidditch as well as reading, but she is a masterful dueler, so she is always interested in watching the Defense Against The Dark Arts classes and even helping out with dueling with the younger kids every once in a while.
Pets: A beautiful Persian cat with bright blue eyes named Critter and a tawny owl named Verona
Personal possessions: She does not really have any, except for her suitcase that has a bunch of stickers on it from all of the places she has been.
Relationships: N/A
NPCs: Critter, Verona |
54,209 | 1,476 | 10 | 983 | 5,954 | As with his usual early morning routine, Sylvester woke up earlier than most Gyrffindor students and did his morning run, push ups, sit-ups, bench presses, and so forth. A healthy body did lead to a healthy mind after all, something that many students in Hogwarts should pick up on. It was always outside of the building, usually by the loch and by the end of it lead all the way back to the edge to the entrance of the Forbidden Forest by an old cottage that was there for some reason. At that point, Sylvester would take a water break and stretch his tired muscles before he lightly jogged back towards the castle to then later jog up the many changing stairways of the school towards, often gaining looks from passing students who wondered how in the world this guy could keep this up on an almost daily basis. At last he would soon arrive back at the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Password." The portrait asked.
"Tassel foot." The half-breed stated with a bored tone, most likely because he had to do this everyday. As the door opened for him Sylvester stepped into the common room which was still empty at this time, save for some early birds. He had grabbed some clothes; a red t-shirt with Gryffindor's crest, blue jeans, black sneakers, and a black jacket with the logo of the Bulgarian quidditch team logo on it. Mr. Tibbles, his pet iguana, laid on its stomach and looked up at Sylvester lazily and then laid its head back down before deciding to take a nap as Sylvester made his way towards the prefect's bathroom. One of the benefits of being the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team is that he is allowed to use it whenever he wanted to. The blue haired boy took a relaxing bath in the large, luxurious tub and after nearly falling asleep in the pure silence and relaxing bliss he got dressed and head down to the dining hall.
Well isn't she a sight for sore eyes. Genevieve, one of the beauties of Gryffindor and one of the many that he teased and flirted with when they were off the quidditch field. When it came to quidditch he was surprisingly strict and demands more than a hundred percent from them. Typically he would flirt with her, but the look on her face at the moment told him that his usual fun would meet an unsavory end. "Yo Genevieve. Who's getting married?" He asked as he sat down across from her. | Name: Lindsey Sinclair
Appearance: 5'1”, slender.
Age: 14
Year: 4th Year
House: Hufflepuff
Classes taken: N/A
Short bio: Magic stems from her father's side, with a long history of insignificant muggles on her mother's side – except, of course, for Lindsey's eternally significant mother, Helen. Raised with one older and one younger brother, Lindsey was often left alone while her brothers conspired in their boys-only activities. Consequently, she became fairly independent and quiet, spending more time with adults than children her own age. Although Lindsey's family knew riches somewhere in the past, she was raised in a fairly modest cottage atop a more impressive stretch of farmland. Lindsey was often kept from the work that was purely manual labor, but in turn she was often by her uncle's side when it came to the care-taking of the animals.
Her childhood was fairly simple and stable, with no outstanding moments to cause particularly strong emotions. Despite her youth, Lindsey spent a lot of time aiding her uncle in his labors. Her magical abilities didn't manifest themselves until she turned 8 years of age, when she made a tool her uncle needed come to her grasp during an emergency. After that, her farther became a larger figure in her life when it came to basic magical training.
Personality: Lindsey is, at a glance, soft. She speaks quietly, though often with a smile, and she's hard to rouse into a rage. She can be succinctly described as a bleeding heart, which was surely the cause of her being placed into Hufflepuff. Although she's capable of logic, Lindsey sometimes fails to dismiss the cruel words of some of her peers and, though she won't openly cry, will become subdued and listless for a short while. There seems to be a limit to her darker emotional periods, however, and whether she wills it or not, her mood eventually returns to a bright optimism. There are some perks to being raised with brothers on a farm, though: Lindsey has some physical ability to defend herself and can fight dirty, if she's even compelled to do so. Her anger is rarely stirred, and often only due to cruel treatment of animals or those she deems defenseless, at which point Lindsey develops a slightly savage twist to her personality.
Wand: Birch, 10 inches, Hippogriff feather, flexible.
Patronus: Wolverine
Hobbies: Animal care, reading, climbing to the highest places she can reach.
Pets: Mister the 20lb Norwegian Forest Cat
Personal possessions: School supplies, a large rainbow umbrella, a small bag with a fairly intensive medical/survival collection, a variety of medical and husbandry books concerning a variety of beasts such as hippogriffs, dragons, salamanders, cows, so forth.
Relationships: None as of yet.
NPCs: Her two brothers: Marcus, 7th year; Cassidy, 3nd year.
Why am I amazing? Seriously, I don't know. Why? |
54,210 | 1,476 | 11 | 1,813 | 471 | Archion tapped his feet as he was glancing at the letter he had received a moment ago, the topic being about the guest teacher for the Care of Magical Creatures class. He had been awake for several hours now and was drinking a cup of coffee, while reading the letter before deciding to throw it somewhere as he finished it. Setting his cup down, he looked at his clothes before changing in the room before leaving in some casual clothing for the class. He had put on a simple gray casual tee-shirt, along with a dark pair of pants, then finally came his dark scarlet beanie and jacket which had a black and white checkered pattern. Taking his bag and glasses on the way out before putting them on, taking his wand and pointing it to his bag, he cast a simple charm lightening his bag from all the books stored in there. Placed on the bag was another spell which allowed it to carry more that what others could think would fit in there, it was only large enough to carry his books with little extra room for anything else.
Out he went and into the great hall he went, where he briefly grabbed something to munch on before sitting at his table setting down his bag before pulling out a book to read. Nobody at his table seemed interested in talking about this morning and when looking to see what he had grabbed, he discovered it was a pear along with a apple as well in his other. Fruits were good but he would need to eat later, so he pocketed the apple and would eat the pear for now. Occasionally from his book, his eyes would wander off the page and observe the other tables.
It has seemed anyone he knew at the Hufflepuff table at the moment weren't here so he didn't find anyone he was interested in to talk to in the morning. Then there was the Ravenclaws, who seemed the be the busiest table at the moment and he wonder if he had been put into that house would anything be different from now? He truely wondered about it but didn't keep his mind on it as he quickly brushed over Slytherin who he didn't care much about only keeping track of the troublemakers for his own safety. Gryffindor's table, where it seemed to be the second most busiest table, who he had a neutral opinion about taking note of some people that were sitting over there before he returned to his book.
With twelve classes, he spent every moment he had with a book in his hand as he was studying and reviewing material from them, while also going ahead while he had time to remove some stress when the lessons came. He was practically ahead of the majority in his classes, however having to study many subjects meant that he often forgot some small things here or there. Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts were his best classes out of the... thirteen that he had and easily caught things on during class and excelled in them easily. Dueling was another thing he like but wasn't a class but, it was still a fun pastime to do as he often practiced spells against his opponents. Then there were the other eleven classes that he needed to study for when he had the time to of course and the perfect time was now. | Name:
Archion Silverwood
Age
17
Year
7th
House
Hufflepuffs
Classes taken
*With the Assistance of the Time Turner*
-Defense Against the Dark Arts
-History of Magic
-Charms
-Herbology
-Potions
-Transfiguration
-Alchemy
-Care of Magical Creatures
-Study of Ancient Runes
-Astrology
-Divination
-Ghoul Studies
-Music
Short bio
Being the oldest son of the two couple, Peter Harkness and Naomi Harkness, he was an adopted child to the two couples who couldn't birth their own children due to complications so they adopted. His parent's didn't know much about Archion's past or his parents as it was shrouded in mystery where he was from. He was abandoned as a child at the Firefighter Station, where he was taken in and put into the system where he went from family to family. He however, eventually found a home for himself and was starting to settle down living a normal life with just the three of them. When the letters began coming, were more or less neutral about their adopted 'child' being a wizard, as he latter found out that his mother was a squib who knew of what the letters were for. She had the appropriate friends that she knew and trusted to give their son to, so Archion could collect his supplies for school until he was old enough.
Growing up with Hogwart's supplies available to him, Archion was a very avid pupil who was studious and a book worm. Yet, he was the perfect blend of brains and charm, being able to be smart while being a pretty outgoing and social person. This caused many problems for the Sorting Hat, as it was shortly turned into a 5 and a half minute hatstall, debating between him and the hat on which house was best for him. Deciding it was best, the Ravenclaws was spared from the boy and placed into the Hufflepuffs despite his impressive intelligence, as his social skills were the deciding factor of the decision. Despite the hat's, final say in the sorting Archion didn't mind as he soon got permission for the usage of the Time Turner, allowing him to take more classes in a day than one can imagine. The amount of time he had spent rewinding he has already forgotten but it wouldn't surprise him if he already rewinded up to several months worth of time. He had always used the Turner's magic responsibly for the most part, with the exception always being here or maybe there in a long while but besides that he always used it for his studies and classes. However, his constant travels back in time often leaves him drained with the amount of classes he volunteered to take, he is often spending his spare time sleep when not studying or going to classes.
Personality
Archion is an outgoing person who likes socializing with real people but prefers to socialize over the internet where he can talk to anyone in the world, however no technology in Hogworts so too bad for him. He also hates being doubted wrong by his friends and other people and easily holds grudges on people, however feigns it off with a mask that he wears nicely to hide his opinions about them, always looking to be a happy individual. His ability to hide his emotion is a good thing however it can amount to bad results, as he often holds them in instead of releasing it and confronting making him get into trouble more when it all just... pops. When he is not on the web or speaking to his friends his most common hobby that he likes to do is read and be alone. He has a blend of both halves, almost perfectly between and introvert and extrovert maintaining good relationships whip leaving enough time for himself as well. However, he is always seen out of breath but dismisses it as nothing to most people, not wanting them to worry about him but sometimes is mistaken for not wanting others to pry in his life.
Wand
11'5" Cherry, Dragon Hearstring
Patronus
Unicorn Large Albino Snake
Hobbies
Practicing Spells, Reading in the Library, Talking to his friends, Time Turning obviously and traveling by Apparition...
Likes
A good old simple talk - A shoulder to cry and lean on - Reading Books - Photographic Designing
Dislikes
Having no purpose in life, Being viewed inferior by others, People with a stick up them, Giving up too early
Pets
No pets, if you don't count books
Personal Possessions
A Time Turner, The necessary supplies for his classes, and A functional Deluminator
Relationships
None yet
NPCs
Random Students
Why am I amazing?
Umm, I have a Time Turner Duh?! |
54,211 | 1,476 | 12 | 2,097 | 1,847 | Genevieve
"Huh?" Genevieve looked up blankly as her Quidditch Captain, Sylvester Evans, sat down at the table. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, sliding the letter off the table and hiding it back in her robe. The blue haired half breed looked at her curious and and she sighed, hoping that he wouldn't go off his shenanigans with flirting with her off the Quidditch field. He would do that a lot. She told him, "My dad. He said that he found another woman and has been dating her for the past couple months."
Some small thing inside of her snapped and she hissed, "How could he do that?! How could he do that to Mother?! How could he do that to me without telling me?!" She felt heat rush to her face and tears stung at her eyes. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes with her robe, playing it off with a statement of "Damn allergies." She dropped her arm back down by her side and rested her chin on the table, staring at the half eaten biscuit in front of her. She looked up at Sylvester and said, "Do you know who we're playing next in Quidditch? I was trying to remember, but I just couldn't." She dropped her eyes back from him and stared back at the biscuit.
She wanted her get her mind off of this damn thing and she looked back up at Sylvester. "Do you think we could have practice some time soon as well? I think that would help me a little bit. I need to get better at avoiding Bludgers, especially on my mom's broom since it doesn't maneuver as well as the rest of your guys'." She stared back at the biscuit. | Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
NEWT Levels
Charms
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Potions
Runes
Short bio: Genevieve grew up in mostly Manchester, England with her two magical parents. She is a pureblood witch, but she never really wanted to be. She hated how she was different from everyone. Everyone seemed to be repelled by her when she was younger, as if her magical was driving them away, even if they didn’t know about it. She was bullied a lot for being weird and she always tended to come home crying her eyes out.
That all changed when her mother got cancer. They tried everything to save her, even spells and potions, but nothing seemed to beat it. With her last dying breath, her mother told Genevieve that if Genevieve wanted a normal life so badly, then this would be what she had to go through every day. Genevieve hated that, but she did not hate her mother for telling her. With that, she embraced her magic and her weird side. She stood up to the bullies at school and she was brave and when she turned eleven she got her letter to go to Hogwarts.
Once she got to Hogwarts, she immediately felt better about who she was and she felt confident in herself again. She was sorted into Gryffindor because the Sorting Hat saw in her mind what all that she has gone through and how her personality is now in spite of that. She plays Quidditch for her mother because her mother was an amazing Chaser and she always wanted to be like the woman who told her to embrace her weirdness.
Personality: Though she is very brave, loyal, and trusting, Genevieve is not the most outgoing person in the world. She tends to sit in her room and read rather than mess around outdoors. She does love to play Quidditch and is an amazing Chaser, just like her mother was. She is always warm and open to meeting new people, but she doesn’t really like large crowds. She doesn’t talk to very many people, but once a person is introduced to her, she is warmer toward them. She always stands up for what she believes is right, even if that means going against some rules, and she will always remain a loyal friend to whoever wants to be her friend. She takes blows as they come and always tries to overcome them with the best her of ability.
Wand: Cedar, Phoenix Feather, 12 ½ inches
Patronus: Golden Retriever (so a Dog…)
Hobbies: She is a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and loves to write and read. She also loves to dance, but she tends to dance whenever she thinks that she is alone. Besides those things, she just tends to go with the flow for whatever anyone wants to do.
Pets: An almost pure white snowy owl named Geric
Personal possessions: Her Firebolt 2000, which she got from her mother. It is three generations under the Firebolt Supreme, but it is still almost as fast as the Supreme, though it has a little less maneuverability. She has a locket from her mother which has a picture of her mother and her father in one side and her on the other side. Besides that, she has everything that she has bought.
Relationships:
Patrick Ford- Genevieve and Patrick have been close friends ever since they got to Hogwarts their first year. She wound up having to sit next to him because all of the other cars were full and she didn't have anywhere else to sit. They got to talking and became fast friends immediately. She was disappointed when she got sorted into Gryffindor and him to Hufflepuff, but that didn't stop their friendship. They hung out often and began to play against each other in Quidditch when they both joined their second year, her as a Chaser and him as a Beater. There was some rough patches though, especially after he hit the Bludger directly at her their third year and knocked her off her broom. But he was very kind afterwards and apologized for it, just stating that it was a competition and he wanted to win. They have had a friendly rivalry ever since, but it has become slightly more than a friendship to her. In fact, she has developed a minor crush on him.
NPCs: Geric, her owl; her father
Why am I amazing? Because I love to write more than anything in the world. :)
Professor Terrabeth "Terra" Carlyle
Age: 28
Position: Transfiguration Teacher
House: She does not have a house, considering she is a teacher, but she has a particular attachment to the Gryffindor house.
Short bio: Professor Carlyle was mostly a travelling witch to begin with. She was a Keeper for the most part, watching over budding wizards and witches when they were young and helping the headmaster of Hogwarts get out letters to those children. Since she always watched those children, she had to help hide their magic rom the Muggle world, so she took up Transfiguration as a helpful tool to hide it. Since she was so good at it, Professor McGonagall hired her as the Transfiguration teacher in her stead. Professor Carlyle knew that she would have a better chance at helping her students that she sent there that way and she took up the job immediately. She is originally from the U.S., so she has an American accent.
Personality: Professor Carlyle is a very caring individual and she loves children. She can be a bit of a stickler when it comes to rules, but she can also be your friend when she needs to be. She is often very quiet, listening and learning more than she is teaching, and she believes in learning by failing. She always has the students try everything first before she helps guide them to what they are supposed to do. She also is very sly and sometimes goes behind the headmaster’s or headmistress’s back to help out some of her students with tests. She is also very mischievous. She sometimes pulls pranks on her students and even some of the other teachers.
Wand: Birch, Unicorn Hair, 14 inches
Patronus: Fox
Hobbies: She enjoys a good game of Quidditch as well as reading, but she is a masterful dueler, so she is always interested in watching the Defense Against The Dark Arts classes and even helping out with dueling with the younger kids every once in a while.
Pets: A beautiful Persian cat with bright blue eyes named Critter and a tawny owl named Verona
Personal possessions: She does not really have any, except for her suitcase that has a bunch of stickers on it from all of the places she has been.
Relationships: N/A
NPCs: Critter, Verona |
54,212 | 1,476 | 13 | 212 | 819 | ~Karen Antonius~
Karen took a sip of her tea, savoring the brew's deep taste to go along perfectly with the cool morning air. She'd been since 7 am, not for any particular reason; she just got up at the time and that was it. Seeing as going back to sleep was impossible and she had nothing better to do, she figured a bit of tea in the morning wouldn't be a problem. She'd used her own supply to avoid having to go downstairs to the kitchens, which would have been a hassle.
Soon enough other students began waking up and moving about. Some noticed her, some did not. Among those that did, many gave an awkard jump upon realizing that she was there, before try to scurry away as quickly as possible. Karen smiled and waved back pleasantly. It didn't seem to help there nerves. Yawning, she pulled out a tiny pocket watch from the robe she was wearing, and peered at it. It was nearly time for breakfast.
"Very well," she decided, sitting up from her chair, "I suppose it's best to be off by now."
Drawing her wand from a holster that was hiding within the sleeves of her robe, she pointed them at the used plate, and cup of tea. With a quick flick of her wrists, she preformed the Switching Spell, and in place of the used tableware was her rosary, red scarf, and golden cross. Picking the items up, she concealed the former in her robes while wearing the latter around her neck. Back then, these two object would attract considerable attention from most of the student-body, but now they've gotten used to it. Most of them, anyway.
Karen flung the red scarf around her neck and several males stepped back, looks of apprehension on their faces; they knew very well what the scarf was capable of doing. Karen laughed lightly. "Don't worry, I've nothing planned for today," she said reassuringly. "Unless of course, you want me to make plans for you . . . ?"
Her voice had taken an attractive tone, and it would have definitely been enticing had it not been for the underlying meaning behind them. The referenced students shook their head quickly and left. Karen, still smiling, stepped out of the common room after them, and was greeted with a familiar looking lion cub.
"Good morn, sir Damian," greeted Karen with a light smile on her face, walking up to side of the boy that wasn't being occupied by an overgrown kitty. "And to your companion as well. How goes your morning so far?"
Aah, idle conversation; it was truly the unmatched King of Activities when it came to passing time.
As Leo gave the two-faced girl a prolonged mewl of aloof acknowledgement, Damian took a few more seconds to turn his head downwards and study her. Platinum hair, pretty face...she was Karen, someone known for being able to charm virtually any male with her good looks and angelic persona. Only, he, rather easily, saw through all the flirtiness and kindness. She was as sharp as a snake, he knew, and loved to tease others. He had met many a girl like her back at home, and dated quite a few, too. He wasn't interested in another one. Buuut, she was decent company, even though he didn't like company itself, and so he didn't try to run her away. Rather, he snorted and turned his head back to the stretching corridor.
"Name's Damian. I've already told you that." He replied coolly, whistling softly as Leo had stopped to paw at another student's wooshy robes. The tiger meowed in annoyance as it trotted to catch up, and Damian smirked down at it, the tiger cub's annoyance seemingly growing at the smirk, judging by how it started to paw at Damian's Gryffindor robe. The teenager ignored it in favor of glancing, once more, at the girl beside him, as they began to get closer to breakfast. "Needed something?" As he pushed open the large double doors with one hand, Damian glanced down at Leo as it managed to somehow bite through the hem of his robe and into the tough jeans underneath. It's reaction of victory was amusing. | Name: Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw
Appearance:
Age: 17
Year: Sixth
Classes:
Transfiguration
Potions
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Alchemy
Study of Ancient Runes
Care of Magical Creatures
House: Gryffindor
Short bio: Damian was born in America, a half-blooded boy raised in a bad neighborhood, somewhere between the borders of Texas and Arkansas. His father was a magical wizard - a former Auror, to be more specific, while his mother was a simple muggle housewife. Life growing up wasn't easy. He was often picked on at school, for no reason other than the fact that the bullies were idiots, and quickly learned to fight with his fists, feet, head, elbows, knees...practically everything. Magic didn't really interest him, but when he tried, he got his first spell done correctly, marking him as a naturally talented wizard - much to his stoicness, and his father's happiness.
However, Damian was busy with MMA and Boxing lessons - even at a young age, he was taught beginner stuff, but, at the age of ten, something happened...even he couldn't help. His father was gone on some Britian wizarding business, and an infamous gang in their neighborhood crashed the party. Long story short, unthinkable things were done to his mother while he was on the floor, half-knocked out and bleeding from fractures and broken bones...in the end, his mother was killed.
It was abrupt, insane, and brutal...but it happened. This marked the start. When his dad came, Damian was sent to Britain - as an American Exchange Student, to go to Hogwarts. Apparently, that's why his dad left. His dad became distant after that, and they never really talked much. Damian continued to take MMA and boxing lessons, and practiced magic so that, when his fists couldn't do the talking, curses could. He promised that he would never let anything like that happen to anyone close to him again.
Personality: Damian can come off as a rough, unfeeling boy, having suffered quite a bit of sad events in his life, early on. This gives him a tough outer-shell. He's independent, not easily making emotional connections, but this has also made him focused, brave, and determined - while also being protective of the friends he has. It's rather easy for him to get annoyed, but rather than throwing a hissy fit, he tends to either act violent, or put the anger into training. This makes him rather ambitious, which is why, combined with his quick-thinking and reflexes, makes him ingenious in stressful situations.
It's easy for others to get intimidated by the American, especially due to his calloused demeanor and blunt ways of getting things straight, and he will not take any crap from anyone. Despite all of his callousness, however, Damian is inwardly kind towards the 'nicer' people, and will help when he sees bad things happening to good or semi-good people. The kindness is gruff as if he's reluctant to show compassion. He can also be cheerful when either drunk, or happy about some success - successful pranks, for instance. Tends to smirk when things go his way, as well. Is rather quiet, all things considered, but absolutely has no trouble speaking up when he feels like it, although he tends to let his fists or wand do the talking when necessary. Actions speak louder than words.
Summary - Focused, determined, brave, quick-thinker, tough & calloused, ambitious. Maintains a cool, detached image. Oddly enough, he is very much like a lion...or a griffin.
Wand: Fir wood wand, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 1/2 inches.
Hobbies: Flying on his broom - Quidditch, to be more specific. He's incredibly good as a Seeker, and has been scouted by official wizarding teams ever since his third year. || Practicing the more practical magic arts, and perfecting them; Most are afraid to duel with the brusque American...his over-charged Reductos are very scary. || Exercising, something most wizards don't do. Magic is fine and all, but lifting weights and sprinting up hills tends to get the blood flowing.
Pets: A magical lion cub called 'Leo'. It has the physical appearance of a regular lion cub, but as it grows - which it does a bit faster than normal, it's size will become noticeably larger than any other muggle lions. It's hide will also be magic resistant as it grows.
Personal possessions: Other than the necessary thing, such as his necessary robes and school supplies, depending on the time of the RP, Damian has his personal riding broom, bought after quite a bit of hard work, and some funding from his parents, along with the sponsorship of a Wizarding Quidditch Team that wants to see him succeed; he has the Firebolt Supreme, hailed as the greatest racing broom in the 21st century. Hehas some less than legal items, easily disguised. For instance, the ring on his left and right hands will actually turn into brass-knuckles once a sliver of magic is siphoned into them. He also has a map, which was, once again, funded by a bunch of hard work and odd jobs; a map enchanted by some guy in France, which allows him to see the presence of anyone within a certain distance around him, along with their names.
He also has a few muggle-fied things; a motorcycle, tricked out with different runes and charms so that it could...yes, fly. A set of muggle clothing that he wears when not forced to wear robes, and boxing gloves, boxing tape, a weight set, and a heavy-duty punching bag that's charmed to never break or rip. He keeps the boxing equipment constantly in his shrunken trunk, unless he trains that day.
Patronus: Griffin
Relationships: Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill - Despite their minor differences, with Damian being a bit more cold, focused, and ruthless than Nick, and Nick being a bit more wreckless, inquisitive, and persistent, they quickly became friends - with Nicholas really being one of the few people Damian talks to out of the Quidditch field. Damian's quick-thinking and ferocious presence has gotten them out of quite a few bad situations, and Nicholas is the one to make them go through the bad situations, with his love for pranks and the such - which, although he wouldn't admit it, has rubbed off on Damian as well. People have learned not to bully or otherwise mess with Nicholas due to the threat of Damian finding out - not to say that many people bothered Nick in the first place..
NPCs: His dad.
Why am I awesome?
'Cause. |
54,213 | 1,476 | 14 | 1,401 | 90 | “Hey, pipsqueak, how's it going?”
Rough hands descended on to Lindsey's shoulders, gave her a quick shake, and then released her shoulders so as to give her ponytail a fairly hard tug. Scowling, Lindsey aimed a sharp elbow into her brother's side, eliciting a rather satisfactory grunt of pain. Turning to face her older brother, Lindsey offered him a smile full of teeth.
“Is there something you wanted, cretin?”
Marcus laughed and shook his head. A few guys lingered nearby, waiting on him so that they could leave the great hall and get on with their day. Her brother was the opposite of Lindsey in many ways, having almost a foot of height on her as well as a more tanned, blonde look than she could ever manage. He was almost far more sociable than her, a fact which showed in his frequent entourage of fellows Lindsey found thoroughly average and forgettable. After 4 years she still couldn't remember who was who, not that she had ever really tried.
“You look tired. Again. Mother is going to kill me if you don't get sleep.”
“I would, except after you had me help that fellow's owl... uhm, that Ford () fellow - " Color seeped into Lindsey's cheeks as she attempted to convey a certain carelessness. “Well, since then I've had people from every house plaguing me with some of the silliest concerns about their pets. Really, you'd think they had never heard of the library.” Although she was pale with fatigue and some frustration had crept into her voice, Lindsey wasn't overly irate – she liked helping animals, and a lot of people now owed her favors.
Her brother offered her a rather fierce scowl, muttered something about her being far too friendly, and patted her head in farewell before leaving the great hall. Grumbling about being treated like an infant, Lindsey reached across the table to snag another sausage. | Name: Patrick Ford (Half-blood)
Height: Six foot one inch;
Eye colour: Dark brown;
Build: Athletic
Age: 17
Year: 6
House: Hufflepuff
Classes taken:
N.E.W.T.S: Transfiguration; Charms; Defence Against The Dark Arts; Potions; Alchemy; Study of Ancient Runes
Short bio: Patrick was born in Copenhagen, Denmark purely by accident. His parents never expected their son to be born prematurely and as it turned out their two month trip was sure cut short when Patrick decided to enter the world. Soon after his birth the family moved back to England and took residence in their newly built home in West London. Magic never played a huge part in his home but he was aware of it as it ran down his father’s side of the family and he showed all the early signs of adjusting to it just how a child should. His father holds a job as an architect within the wizarding world, assisting in making vital changes to any structures that the Ministry may request but his largest passion comes from assisting wizarding families who may find themselves in struggle with their home situation and he gladly offers his services to help them. His mother is a performer on the West End stage in London and has been featured notably with large roles in several top grossing shows.
Personality: Patrick is a smart young man with a keen interest for his passions. He takes great pride in the finer details of his work and never hesitates to put in a few extra hours just to make sure he is fully satisfied with his toil. His mother taught him never to be afraid about putting himself forward for things as that is how one reaps the best rewards so when opportunities rise, he thoroughly enjoys placing himself right in the midst and getting involved. He holds a very strong devotion to his friends and his Quidditch team as well as his work.
Wand: Fourteen inches; Mahogany; Dragon Heartstring core; Pliable.
Patronus: Brown bear
Hobbies: Patrick has always shown a keen interest in architecture ever sure his father would lay his blueprints down on the table of their London home. This leads him to find constant fascination with the world around him, especially within Hogwarts itself where he can easily spend hours wandering through the corridors to discover all it has to offer. He also loves to play Quidditch now, although he found no interest in it for the first year or two. However that soon changed when he came in as a Beater in his third year before finally deciding Keeper was actually the position for him. He's genuinely a very proud Captain. As well as this and despite the fact it may make people question him, he also thoroughly enjoys working whether in the common room or the library to keep on top of things and make sure he's achieving the best grades he can.
Pets: A tawny owl called Eponine
Personal possessions: A Starsweeper XXI Broomstick brought after the 2014 Wizarding World Cup.
Relationships:
Genevieve Braveheart - Patrick and Genevieve met for the first time upon the Hogwarts Express. They were both First Years and by the time Genevieve came and sat next to him in his carriage, it felt like Patrick had been on the train forever. The two hit it off quickly, finding they had plenty to talk about as they made the long trek and despite the fact they were placed in different houses, it didn't deter him from becoming friends with her. It was a little more difficult, given that it was easier to be around Hufflepuffs in their common room but they grew close over the years and developed a playful rivalry that stemmed onto the Quidditch pitch. The moment where he whacked a bludger right at her has not been forgotten by either of them and their banterous on pitch relationship has extended to him now attempting to prevent every single one of her points as keeper. Of course it's his job whether she's the one trying to score or not. Although she's a damn good Chaser. The pair share a lot of classes which he enjoys because after six years of friendship, he has grown kind of accustomed to having her around.
NPCs: Why am I amazing? Well….you might be here a while. |
54,214 | 1,476 | 15 | 2,097 | 1,847 | Devin looked up the stairway as it swung around to face the east side of the tower. It is almost like the school has a vendetta against people figuring out how to navigate its halls he thought after getting off the stairs. It has been several weeks since the young professor had arrived at Hogwarts and he had yet to master the grounds beyond his classroom and outdoor areas. He knew the Forbidden Forest better than he did Hogwarts.
He had a suspicion that students had been ordered by their house heads to follow help him around in hopes that he would award points to those that assisted him. The plan had worked as he already had awarded more than 20 points while getting lost. Thankfully when he turned the corner he saw that he was standing in front of the Transfiguration classroom which had its door slightly open. “Excellent!” He said with a happy tone.
“What is that Professor Coal?” A stern voice echoed. The voice cut through the light hum of students moving about the tower and its owner needed little introduction. Wearing a brilliant black and green robe, with a hat an equal match to the upright posture, the Headmistress stood in the middle of the corridor that Devin had just walked past.
How she got the jump on him Devin never could figure out, but he chalked it up to her knowing the school better than anyone. He felt a slight prick run along his spine almost like he was in a jungle with a very powerful cat. “Headmistress, it is good to see you. I hope you are well?” He said with a bright smile. He enjoyed the Headmistress. She was clever as they came and wasn’t really interested in nonsense. "I was just looking for the Transfiguration classroom. Seems I am starting to get the hang of this school. What can I do for you today?"
Being someone who enjoys a fair bit of nonsense meant Devin had his friction with the Headmistress, but really it was just their alternate personalities. She seemed to hold his opinion high enough that if Devin explained himself the Headmistress would usually side with him. The problem of course was Devin rarely explained himself. It was mostly out of laziness and not an act against the system.
“A Leviathan?” The Headmistress said in a very curt tone. “A Leviathan. Professor Coal this is completely out of the question.” She said while walking over to the Magical Creature professor. They were now only five or so feet from Professor Terrabeth’s classroom. “I mean really I had my reservations about having you take students into the Forbidden Forest, but now you want to take them out to see a Leviathan?”
“Well the students have finished their advanced aquatic beast’s readings. Seems only fair to show the reality of what they have been reading.” Devin said with a smile. He knew this was because the letter he sent in a request for a field trip to the Arctic Ocean to see one of the last remaining adult leviathans in Europe. For monster watchers it was a spectacular event and Devin felt it would be an amazing opportunity since it was going to happen closer to Scotland than it had ever in the past. From the tone the Headmistress was using it was quickly looking like it wasn’t going to happen.
“Do you have any idea how dangerous those beasts are? And you want to put them on a boat and just shove off towards the beast famous for devouring ships whole?” The Headmistress seemed angry when she asked this, but Devin knew the Headmistress long enough enough to know she wasn't actually upset so much as very reserved. More than likely seeing his request as dangerous just made him think it best to pull the young professor back a little.
“I am aware. That is why we wouldn’t be in the boats. We can leave that to the thrill seekers. I have it on good source that the leviathan’s path will stretch along the north coast of Ireland and Scotland. There will also be several of my friends from multiple Monster Regulation and Protection NGO’s in attendance. I have no interest in endangering the students. Only enrich their understanding of the animals they share this world with.” Devin purposefully used some key words as well as used a warmer than normal tone.
The Headmistress seemed to soften after Devin explained the students wouldn’t be on a boat. Still she wasn’t completely sold. “I will talk to some of the house heads, but you are not going to just take any student who completed the course. Each student will have to get another permission slip signed and I don’t want to even think about what we might need from the ministry.” She then started to leave.
Saying a quick goodbye Devin turned back to head over to the Transfiguration classroom. “Professor Coal I believe you have a class starting in ten minutes…” The Headmistress said in what could only be described as an educator’s voice. There was a silence that again gave Devin a short prick. He could tell he was glancing at Devin with a knowing gaze.
“Of course Headmistress . Just checking on the animals in Professor Terrabeth’s room. You know how the cleanup can cause the house elves trouble.” Devin than made a quick exit before the Headmistress could give a more direct order to get ready for his morning class. He opened the door into the Transfiguration classroom and walked in with a bright smile like a boy who had just left a store after buying a brand new toy.
“I have tracked lions across the Savannah and shadow caps in the dead of night and none of them compare to the Headmistress.” He smiled even more as some of the students who had heard the conversation in the hall gave a little laugh. Looking around the classroom Devin saw the normal amount of cats, dogs, birds, and other creatures that used to know only how to be a pencil, cup, book, or other object. Slowly the animals started to move over towards Devin.
Since as long as he can remember he had always had a way with animals that seemed to draw them towards him. It was what made him want to pursue a career involving them. Giving a cat a nice scratch on the head earned a purr and a bark from a dog got Devin to lean over and give it a pet as well. “Hey Terra. I heard the students in my class yesterday say there was going to be a visit to Hogsmeade in a couple of days. Thought you might want to make a date out of it and enjoy the village together?” | Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
NEWT Levels
Charms
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Potions
Runes
Short bio: Genevieve grew up in mostly Manchester, England with her two magical parents. She is a pureblood witch, but she never really wanted to be. She hated how she was different from everyone. Everyone seemed to be repelled by her when she was younger, as if her magical was driving them away, even if they didn’t know about it. She was bullied a lot for being weird and she always tended to come home crying her eyes out.
That all changed when her mother got cancer. They tried everything to save her, even spells and potions, but nothing seemed to beat it. With her last dying breath, her mother told Genevieve that if Genevieve wanted a normal life so badly, then this would be what she had to go through every day. Genevieve hated that, but she did not hate her mother for telling her. With that, she embraced her magic and her weird side. She stood up to the bullies at school and she was brave and when she turned eleven she got her letter to go to Hogwarts.
Once she got to Hogwarts, she immediately felt better about who she was and she felt confident in herself again. She was sorted into Gryffindor because the Sorting Hat saw in her mind what all that she has gone through and how her personality is now in spite of that. She plays Quidditch for her mother because her mother was an amazing Chaser and she always wanted to be like the woman who told her to embrace her weirdness.
Personality: Though she is very brave, loyal, and trusting, Genevieve is not the most outgoing person in the world. She tends to sit in her room and read rather than mess around outdoors. She does love to play Quidditch and is an amazing Chaser, just like her mother was. She is always warm and open to meeting new people, but she doesn’t really like large crowds. She doesn’t talk to very many people, but once a person is introduced to her, she is warmer toward them. She always stands up for what she believes is right, even if that means going against some rules, and she will always remain a loyal friend to whoever wants to be her friend. She takes blows as they come and always tries to overcome them with the best her of ability.
Wand: Cedar, Phoenix Feather, 12 ½ inches
Patronus: Golden Retriever (so a Dog…)
Hobbies: She is a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and loves to write and read. She also loves to dance, but she tends to dance whenever she thinks that she is alone. Besides those things, she just tends to go with the flow for whatever anyone wants to do.
Pets: An almost pure white snowy owl named Geric
Personal possessions: Her Firebolt 2000, which she got from her mother. It is three generations under the Firebolt Supreme, but it is still almost as fast as the Supreme, though it has a little less maneuverability. She has a locket from her mother which has a picture of her mother and her father in one side and her on the other side. Besides that, she has everything that she has bought.
Relationships:
Patrick Ford- Genevieve and Patrick have been close friends ever since they got to Hogwarts their first year. She wound up having to sit next to him because all of the other cars were full and she didn't have anywhere else to sit. They got to talking and became fast friends immediately. She was disappointed when she got sorted into Gryffindor and him to Hufflepuff, but that didn't stop their friendship. They hung out often and began to play against each other in Quidditch when they both joined their second year, her as a Chaser and him as a Beater. There was some rough patches though, especially after he hit the Bludger directly at her their third year and knocked her off her broom. But he was very kind afterwards and apologized for it, just stating that it was a competition and he wanted to win. They have had a friendly rivalry ever since, but it has become slightly more than a friendship to her. In fact, she has developed a minor crush on him.
NPCs: Geric, her owl; her father
Why am I amazing? Because I love to write more than anything in the world. :)
Professor Terrabeth "Terra" Carlyle
Age: 28
Position: Transfiguration Teacher
House: She does not have a house, considering she is a teacher, but she has a particular attachment to the Gryffindor house.
Short bio: Professor Carlyle was mostly a travelling witch to begin with. She was a Keeper for the most part, watching over budding wizards and witches when they were young and helping the headmaster of Hogwarts get out letters to those children. Since she always watched those children, she had to help hide their magic rom the Muggle world, so she took up Transfiguration as a helpful tool to hide it. Since she was so good at it, Professor McGonagall hired her as the Transfiguration teacher in her stead. Professor Carlyle knew that she would have a better chance at helping her students that she sent there that way and she took up the job immediately. She is originally from the U.S., so she has an American accent.
Personality: Professor Carlyle is a very caring individual and she loves children. She can be a bit of a stickler when it comes to rules, but she can also be your friend when she needs to be. She is often very quiet, listening and learning more than she is teaching, and she believes in learning by failing. She always has the students try everything first before she helps guide them to what they are supposed to do. She also is very sly and sometimes goes behind the headmaster’s or headmistress’s back to help out some of her students with tests. She is also very mischievous. She sometimes pulls pranks on her students and even some of the other teachers.
Wand: Birch, Unicorn Hair, 14 inches
Patronus: Fox
Hobbies: She enjoys a good game of Quidditch as well as reading, but she is a masterful dueler, so she is always interested in watching the Defense Against The Dark Arts classes and even helping out with dueling with the younger kids every once in a while.
Pets: A beautiful Persian cat with bright blue eyes named Critter and a tawny owl named Verona
Personal possessions: She does not really have any, except for her suitcase that has a bunch of stickers on it from all of the places she has been.
Relationships: N/A
NPCs: Critter, Verona |
54,215 | 1,476 | 16 | 983 | 5,954 | To say that Genevieve took the news well would've been an obvious lie. Every inch of her face was etched with rage, hurt, and sadness that she kept trying to hold back in vain as she had her little outburst followed by trails of tears that she tried to playoff as allergies. It wasn't exactly the best exact moment to be his usual self so he decided to keep it to himself and let her vent out until she felt better. Still he couldn't exactly blamer her. All of these years it was just her and her father so for her dad to bring in a new woman into her life was a staggering blow for her. It wasn't like he could blame her father; a man does get lonely after all. But two months? Where the hell was the rush? How could her father not at least consider his own daughter's feelings at all? He didn't even introduce his own fiance to his own flesh and blood for crying out loud. Heaving a sigh, he grabbed a cup filled with coffee and filled his plate with stacks of various foods to satiate his intense hunger from exercising.
"Next game we're playing against Ravenclaw. Tch, I swear, next practice we're going to train so fucking hard that we'll be bleeding from our pours." Sylvester growled, glaring down at the stack of food on his plate. He could not forgive himself for letting his team get defeated in the first game of the year! He was the captain and when his team failed then that means he had failed as both a player and a captain. Failure was not an option! He will improve his team so that one day they would never have to taste the unappetizing flavor of defeat.
Her question finally broke him from his thoughts. "I'll see what I can do. It's not going to be easy rescheduling the reservation for the entire field, but I'm sure that I can make it work. If you need help I'll gladly make some time to help you outside of the field." He smiled at her and sipped his coffee, his face scrunched up from the bitterness. "Needs cream." With a flick of his wand, the container that held the cream flew to his hand and he poured a little bit in.
"Since your broom can't keep up like the rest of ours can we'll need to work on your reflexes and hand eye coordination to make up for your lack of maneuverability. If we work on your reflexes than everything else should come naturally to you." He picked up his knife and form and began to dig into a stack of pancakes. | Name: Lindsey Sinclair
Appearance: 5'1”, slender.
Age: 14
Year: 4th Year
House: Hufflepuff
Classes taken: N/A
Short bio: Magic stems from her father's side, with a long history of insignificant muggles on her mother's side – except, of course, for Lindsey's eternally significant mother, Helen. Raised with one older and one younger brother, Lindsey was often left alone while her brothers conspired in their boys-only activities. Consequently, she became fairly independent and quiet, spending more time with adults than children her own age. Although Lindsey's family knew riches somewhere in the past, she was raised in a fairly modest cottage atop a more impressive stretch of farmland. Lindsey was often kept from the work that was purely manual labor, but in turn she was often by her uncle's side when it came to the care-taking of the animals.
Her childhood was fairly simple and stable, with no outstanding moments to cause particularly strong emotions. Despite her youth, Lindsey spent a lot of time aiding her uncle in his labors. Her magical abilities didn't manifest themselves until she turned 8 years of age, when she made a tool her uncle needed come to her grasp during an emergency. After that, her farther became a larger figure in her life when it came to basic magical training.
Personality: Lindsey is, at a glance, soft. She speaks quietly, though often with a smile, and she's hard to rouse into a rage. She can be succinctly described as a bleeding heart, which was surely the cause of her being placed into Hufflepuff. Although she's capable of logic, Lindsey sometimes fails to dismiss the cruel words of some of her peers and, though she won't openly cry, will become subdued and listless for a short while. There seems to be a limit to her darker emotional periods, however, and whether she wills it or not, her mood eventually returns to a bright optimism. There are some perks to being raised with brothers on a farm, though: Lindsey has some physical ability to defend herself and can fight dirty, if she's even compelled to do so. Her anger is rarely stirred, and often only due to cruel treatment of animals or those she deems defenseless, at which point Lindsey develops a slightly savage twist to her personality.
Wand: Birch, 10 inches, Hippogriff feather, flexible.
Patronus: Wolverine
Hobbies: Animal care, reading, climbing to the highest places she can reach.
Pets: Mister the 20lb Norwegian Forest Cat
Personal possessions: School supplies, a large rainbow umbrella, a small bag with a fairly intensive medical/survival collection, a variety of medical and husbandry books concerning a variety of beasts such as hippogriffs, dragons, salamanders, cows, so forth.
Relationships: None as of yet.
NPCs: Her two brothers: Marcus, 7th year; Cassidy, 3nd year.
Why am I amazing? Seriously, I don't know. Why? |
54,216 | 1,476 | 17 | 2,465 | 3,276 | ~Karen Antonius~
Karen laughed lightly, taking small graceful steps yet somehow keeping pace with Damian. "Do I need a reason to talk to someone?" answered Karen. The blonde took a large stride and placed herself ahead of Damian, a relaxed smirk on her face. "Well, I suppose my reason to talk with you would be to socialize, however talking is an act of socializing in itself; if we were to get pedantic, then my I suppose what I needed from you was someone to chat idly with. Nothing wrong with that, I hope?"
Then again, perhaps Damian did not make for good company if one wanted to talk. Karen, ever the perceptive girl that she was, felt that he was only ever relaxed when he was working by himself or otherwise with that friend of his; Nick, was it? Damian had a rather rough personality, in Karen's opinion, but it also felt like that roughness was a front - an image to hide behind. To Karen, he was one of the many people that hid something behind a personality. In most cases, that something was usually pain.
"Oh well, no matter. Things will come at their own pace, so for now, I will simply talk to him."
Karen did a little turn and faced Damian, peering up at him with that light smile still on her face. "So now that I have stated my reason for my approaching of you, allow me to ask again, if you will allow me to repeat myself: How goes your morning?" | Name: Karen Violet Camillus Antonius
Karen is a towhead, a kind of platinum blond that looks silver when exposed to light. She has amber eyes, primarily gold in color. Her hair is long and wavy and reaches just above her hip. She's pale and weighs about 40kg. She's 147 cm tall.
Her three sizes are: 79 / 55 / 78
Age: 15.7
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
- Charms
- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Herbology
- Arithmancy
- Astronomy
- Alchemy
- Potions
- Divination
- Transfiguration
Short bio:
Karen's mother was a well traveled witch, who was also a known duelist. Because of her abrasive attitude, she got into plenty of fights. In one of these fights she was cursed heavily using ancient Dark Magic and no magic could break it. While searching desperately for a cure, she bumped into Kyle Antonius, who was not a deacon at the time. The man realizing that she was distressed but not knowing the reason, offered her a prayer and a free meal. The next day the curse had disappeared.
The two met with each other constantly after that, both their interests in each other piqued. What then started as an awkward friendship with much arguments turned into love, and they were eventually married.
When Karen was born, a similar miracle occurred; at the exact day of her birth, many people found that they were cured from sickness, even terminal patients were cured. Claudia linked it to magic, Kyle's father called it a miracle, while Kyle said it was magic that came from a miracle.
As Karen grew, her fascination with the suffering and helping of others became evident, much to her fathers delight. Much to her mothers dismay, however, she also inherited her fathers wonderful personality. Karen developed an interest in healing magic, however she is extremely unconventional with the way she does things, which makes people worry.
Personality:
Karen has an angelic personality and is forgiving to the point that she believes her only purpose in life is to help others, even if she is hurt in the process. She never blames the person who has hurt her and blames the act on devils who caused the person to commit whatever sin. Whenever she is at fault, she apologizes to God rather than the person, although she doesn't mean to be rude - she's just weird that way.
However, in contrast to her angelic persona, she also loves teasing people and exploiting others’ emotional vulnerability. Upon discovery of an individual’s weak spot, she enjoys bringing it out to light in front of all the other characters. While this antagonizes many people and causes much outrage and humiliation, she remains calm. Caren however will not go too far with this, so long as she isn't forced to. Most of the time she uses it for harmless teasing. Basically, Karen likes to troll people.
Karen insists on acting on her standards of grace and etiquette in every situation. She does not panic or overreact and always maintains a pristine and untouched persona. Even in the face of people who consider her enemies or show her open hostility, she will not so much as frown, in fact, she would still be very polite with them. Of course, this same grace is applied to her teasing.
She is a devout Catholic, as strange as it may seem, and often quotes from scriptures or phrases from the Bible mostly for her own convenience, but when she wants to, she is actually quite wise in going about their use.
Despite her calm and unaffected persona, she is cunning, perceptive, efficient and a surprisingly ruthless person for someone who was placed into Gryffindor. In fact, many are surprised she is in the house at all - it seems she would make a much better Slytherin.
She is somewhat of a mad-scientist, as she is prone to experimenting with different spell, potions, etc.
Her personality greatly resembles her fathers.
Wand: Fig Tree, slightly elastic, 15 inches; Simurgh feather core. If the wand is burned for whatever reason, it immediately summons the Simurgh.
Patronus: An Axolotl
Hobbies: Studying; flowers and flower arranging, history, theology, philosophy, sewing, praying, healing, languages. Teasing people.
Pets: A Crowned Solitary Eagle; it's illegal to own, doubly so because it's endangered, but her mothers a witch so . . . magic?
Personal possessions:
A Bible, Rosary, golden cross, and a red enchanted scarf; it's enchanted to bind men specifically. So long as it's wrapped around them, they will be unable to move unless they're attacked by something. The scarf was a gift from her mother that Karen uses with great effect.
Relationships:
A good number of people in Hogwarts are terrified of her including some of the teachers, due to her knack of identifying and exploiting their weaknesses.
Is somehow friends with the current Rector Major of the Salesians, whom she discusses philosophy and magic with occasional.
NPCs:
Kyle John Antonius - Karen's father; deacon, skeptic, wise-man, exceptional troll.
Claudia Lily Camillus Antonius - Karen's mother; witch, adventurer, duelist, prone to snark, and a good wife - to Kyle anyway.
The Simurgh - An extremely rare and powerful magical bird with that can purify lands and waters, bless people with good fortune, inspire wisdom and raise heroes. It's healing powers are so strong that so long as there is even a hint of life left in a person, they will be healed. |
54,217 | 1,476 | 18 | 2,031 | 6,489 | Aella was first aware of the time when Nos her spider crawled on her face an touched her lips with his front legs. So she reached up and stroked him an cupped her hand over him as she sat up.
"Morning my sweet Nos, sleep well?" asked Aella of her pet as she sat him atop her night stand.
Her feet were in her slippers as soon as she swings them off the bed and she was among the homes of her children, spiders. There were more than 43,000 different species of spiders are found in the world and Aella wanted to hold every one of them. Of these, only a small number are said to be dangerous, and less than 30 to 40 have been responsible for human deaths. Aella was possibly the only student of arachnology at Hogwarts because they had no such specialized course.
She had over 45 different species of spider in the little homes that surrounded her bed and just like her mother kept the other girls at a distance. She giggled as she tipped few bugs in various homes to feed their occupants remembering how squeamish some who'd seen her do this were.
Her brood fed Aella practically spun into her school clothes before casting a grooming and make up spell and looking into her mirror. Though to some Aella's concern with her appearance was vanity to her it was serious business, she knew that appearance was the first stage of judgment.
She then snapped on her book bracelet, checked her family symbol and finished by picking up her final accessory Nos tucking him under her hair at the nape of her neck. She never went anywhere without Nos for he was her closest friend and when she tried to leave him behind he found mischief, he was a naughty child. | Why I am Amazing
NAME : Aella Arcane
BLOODLINE : Pureblood
AGE : 16
YEAR : 6
HOUSE : SLYTHERIN
BIO : Born in Wales in the family manor "Mountain Flower" on the summit of Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) to Gwyner and Loff Arcane. Her mother is 74 and her father 92. Both parents remained neutral during the wizarding wars preferring instead to isolate themselves behind the walls of their palatial manor.
Aella is the youngest child of the Arcane Family. She has three siblings the youngest of which is 25 years her senior. Raised by servants and treated as an unwanted burden Aella has little love of her family as she's very much raised herself.
The Arcanes are a wealthy family who claim descent from the Moragan and Royalty. The former there is no proof to support but the latter is documented though their kingdom was quite small.
Aella's siblings are two witches and a wizard. Their names are Braggia (46), Gertrude (41) and Uthor (53). Uthor is in Azkaban for the import of forbidden items, Braggia is the wife of Ceril Green and Gertrude owns an auction house that does objects of magic or magical history..
Her siblings view her as an intruder but have never gone out of their way to torment, control or rid themselves of. To do so would mean that they've actually noticed Aella.
At school she's been a different sort of Slytherin who doesn't use fear as a tool but by understanding those around her by careful observation and an unusual empathy usually absent in her housemates.
Also unlike her sisters of the serpent has thrown herself into presenting herself as helpful to the teachers and staff. None can recall Aella ever using magic to torment weaker students in fact coming to the defense of a few. This is not to say that Aella has never used magic on anyone for she has and does when she's offended with her favorite spells being charms followed by hexes..
Her parents while distant are demanding always expecting Aella to conform to their every command. During the summer break she has been tutored since she was 11 by various wizards and witches making Hogwarts a chance to relax for her.
PERSONALITY : Aella is ambitious as well as driven to succeed so that she may escape her family and it's control on her. She hates potions classes saying if she needs to cook she'll hire one which explains why her grades are only good enough to pass. In DADA and Charms she is obsessive about owning every book she can find no matter the price or questionable origins. Rebellious against her parents she has actually cultivated a taste for many forms of Muggle Music often times playing them on her piano or one of many boom box systems she hides around the manor and grounds.
Aella has always loved annoying her parents sensibilities and even embarrassing them in front of guests once going so far as inviting muggle boy to dinner who had the memory erased from his mind. Aella began keeping spiders as pets because of her mother's fear of arachnids then becoming fascinated by them and collecting 100s of them. This caused her mom so much worry she moved Aella to the farthest wing of the manor and never steps foot on her floor. She causes her father concern by stretching her expenses and being seen with both muggle girls and boys.
Vindictive Aella rarely acts suddenly unless forced to instead preferring a calculated stealth attack. Once committed to the attack though she is brutally efficient and sadistic.
Wand:(neutral wood, the stronger the will, the more effective the spells.)
9 an 3/4 inches slender and flexible.
Core
(useful for charms and jinxes
Patronus : Blaidd (Wolf) Spider
Hobbies: Caring for and breeding of Spiders, Reading and researching Hexes, Music (Piano, Singing), People watching and book collecting.
(Night Shadow) which is a species of Tarantula from Asia that has a 7 to 9 inch leg span and are called "The Peacock Spider"
Personal possessions: 1 Hatch & Mortimus Witch's Steamer Trunk 4.5 x 3 x 2.5 ft. (Exterior) 12 x 6.5 x 8 ft. (Interior)
1 Featherlight book bracelet that reduces books to the size of charm bracelet charms which can be then hung from the bracelet (32 books)
Classes:
Charms
Transfiguration
Care of Magical Creatures
Study of Ancient Runes
History of Magic.
Ghoul Studies
Relationships: I'd love to have at least a friend
NPCs: I'd love to write up a Teacher for Ghoul Studies
NPC PROFESSOR OXYNTE
GHOUL STUDIES
PROFESSOR
Acantha Oxynte
(Afectionatly Known As
Miss Night)
AGE : 25 (But is actually much older)
CLASS : Ghoul Studies (This is an elective and takes place shortly after nightfall.)
SCHOOLING : (Primary) Koldovstoretz school of Witch Craft and Wizardry
(Specialized) Euro-Glyph School of Extraordinary Languages
Bio : Born somewhere in Greece around 1949 Acantha was what was known as a temple child because her mother was the Last High Priestess of Hecate and her father unknown. Conceived to be her mother's sucessor Acantha's destiny changed in a senseless attack which left her an Orphan and destroyed the temple she'd called home for her first nine years of life.
Raised by an Aunt who was barely related to her Acantha was and still is watched over by her mother's ghost and is the reason she is considered one of the Wizarding World's experts on Ghosts, Specters, Spirits and Poltergeist..
She attended Koldovstoretz in Russia where she proved a quick learner but a problem because of her ability to call Ghosts to herself. Still even with all of Acantha's Spectral troubles she graduated in the upper 10% of her class and went on to study Euro-Glyph School of Extraordinary Languages in Paris France.
Also an expert maker of potions it is known by a few that Acantha has discovered a potion to slow aging or that is at least the suspicion which is why her actual age doesn't match her perceived age.
Sought out by the Death Eaters in the first war Acantha became their enemy for refusing to join them and actually aiding those against them. And in the lull between wars Acantha made friends with Minerva McGonagall who later asked her to become the former Ghouls teacher's replacement.
She has written 23 books on the various types of Ghosts, Specters and Poltergeist her most famous "The Fetters that Bind and The Dead have Feelings" she also has written 9 books on deciphering the texts of antiquity.
PERSONALITY : Acantha is in simple terms spooky many claiming they get a chill whenever she's near, this could be due to the fact that she is always accompanied by a Ghost or just nerves. She's most definitely a night person who's rarely seen out in daylight and when she is she wears dark glasses and a large hat.
Friendly unless angered Acantha can become a powerful foe who's mastery of spirit magic can summon an army of Ghosts to her aid.
Patient and thoughtful she genuinely enjoys teaching often helping her students in classes outside of her own.
WAND : (neutral wood, the stronger the will, the more effective the spells.)
11 inches slender and flexible.
Core
(Extremly Useful for Dark Arts and Stunning)
PATRONUS : A Huge Cerberus
HOBBIES : Writing, Training animals of various type (Most often Dogs or Wolves)
PET : A Large snow white Irish Wolfhound who can rest his paws on Hagrid's shoulders and look him in the eyes
Deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts is found the Serpentine Hall and the classroom of Ghoul Studies.
Serpentine Hall not properly part of the Dungeons but the entrance to the Catacombs but by Salazar Slytherin in the tenth century. The hall is home to some of Hogwarts most beautiful stonework and sculpted art. But like many such places it is a facade that hides behind it's beauty many secrets in the Catacombs of Hogwarts.
This lonely hall is the place quoted in the legend of horrors that the older students and siblings use to frighten and astound. It is haunted by ghosts which names are known to only other ghosts and of Course the Professor of Ghoul Studies Miss Oxyntes (Pronounced Ox y nite though some few students call her Miss Night)
The quiet Miss Night is almost never seen above ground in daylight and at night seen more outdoors except on rare occasions at Feasts or important school functions. When she speaks people must strain to hear her but she has demonstrated either an ability or spell that emits a scream equal to a Banshee's which she used to drive back a group of three direwolves that had wandered on campus.
Her quarters are off her classroom and were once an abandoned crypt built for one of the Heirs of Slytherin and are twice as spacious as those of the other professors. (The only draw back is no view.) The Ghoul Studies class is conducted in the catacombs themselves but has as it's actual classroom is a small amphitheater who's lectern sets recessed into a natural half dome of Large crystals. The students desks are spacious and even described as comfy and sit 3-6-12-28 on each level. Four seats are occupied permanently, 2 on the highest level with 1 each on levels 2 an 3. ( 1 Mummy and a Skeleton top level, 1 Ghoul on the third and a former student's ghost on the second level)
The Ghoul Studies class at present has only four registered students. (Aella Arcane 6th year Slytherin. Bella Sinclair 5th year Ravenclaw, 4th year Ravenclaw and Horace Uthur 166th year At Large former Gryffindor 7th year)
Class begins exactly two hours after dark or evening meal in the long nights of winter. Usually Miss Night tells her class the history of the area they'll visit that night or the legends of the ghosts they might encounter. Sometimes though Miss Night's mother and a ghost takes over teaching a portion of the course mother and daughter call practical questions and answers. No one his sure what Miss night does on those night's which she doesn't appear to teach.
Once a month Miss Night locks the students in a catacomb section where Peeves is allowed to play with them anyway he wishes so long as they are not harmed. ( Feel free to try magic on Peeves but be warned that he's resisted many attempts to expel him and a couple of those that tried had to leave the school shortly afterwards.)
"SHE'S SO AMAZING" |
54,218 | 1,476 | 19 | 2,448 | 78 | Jaden
Jaden near jumped out of his skin when he heard a rather loud scream from behind, to the point where he dang near tossed his black journal forward into the always roaring fire. Jaden turned ever so studiously as he viewed the voice that had become all too normal too him. It wasn't the first time Stein had nearly made him jump to the ceiling and heaven forbid it was going to be his last time in any case.
"Stein try to keep it below a dull yell, you nearly made me jump into the fire. Now I believe you were asking me about Quidditch. Yes I am still on the team, and all new applicants go to Madison Flaherty she is the current serving Captain of the Ravenclaw team. She went down to breakfast just a little bit ago I am sure you can catch her there if you go now. Try not to run and or knock anyone down on your way there, I know your excitement can really... exhilarate you at times. An when you get there try not to yell at her or sneak up on her, fair warning."
With that said Jaden nodded to Stein and returned to reading his journal, the boy was gonna make him fall off the tower one day with his shouting hen he got excited. Jaden smiled to himself again, he used to be a little bit like that when he was younger, but he grew out of it rather quickly. His grandfather was a loving man but he was also the kind of man who you didn't want to take by surprise. Jaden had been on the wrong end of some rather quick hexes. He did not particularly like stupefy being cast on him, Jaden chuckled to himself recalling the memory of scaring his grandfather half to death in the mornings. The smile faded as Jaden once again got to thinking what was taking Mary so long to get down here this morning, he didn't eat much not being a breakfast person but he did however love the blueberry muffins they served in the hall and he would hate to miss them. | Name:
Keanu "Jaden" Wade
Physical Features:
Eye Color: Dark blue
Hair color: dark brown
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195
Physique: Fit and toned
Scars: Has a thin scar going across his throat which is not noticeable unless you are really trying to see it. Has a deep scar across his stomach. One last scar that goes down the center of his back.
Age:
18
Year:
7th year
House:
Ravenclaw
Classes:
N.E.W.T Level courses
Potions
DADA
Transfiguration
Herbology
Charms
Short bio:
Not a lot is terribly known about Jaden mostly because anyone who really knows him chooses not to talk about it out of respect for his the silence he keeps about the incident. What is known however is that Jaden is from a small magical village located somewhere outside of Surrey England but was born in London, England where he lived until he was six. He lives now with his Grandfather who is an now retired Auror who once upon a time worked for the Ministry of Magic. Jaden lives a rather normal life compared to some, while his entire family is quite wealthy, they live a modest life not caring much for the luxuries that come with said wealth.
At school Jaden is not the most popular nor is he the most hated, he is what he likes to call secluded. Not known to be overly talkative he if often seen as a quiet person. Most any who know him think of him as a rather nice person, but also very complex, never being one to talk about himself. However where Jaden lacks social ability, he makes up for it with his amazing understanding on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Where Jaden excelled at his courses he strived even more in DADA, to the point where he is on par with the teacher. Jaden enjoys DADA and practices it everyday, even to the point where he has begun testing out new spells for defense, however none of them have panned out as of yet. Often seen shadow dueling and also taking part in school sanctioned duels, and also helping other students, he is quickly becoming a master of DADA. Due to his extensive studies of DADA and his dedication to the subject this earned him the position of Prefect for Ravenclaw. Jaden's aspirations in life is to become and Auror like his grandfather and his mother and father before him.
Personality:
Jaden is known to be quiet when he on his own time, while he is quite vocal in classes and when he helping others when they require it, he is just a secluded kind of person. Most would describe him as an incredibly generous person, and a genuinely nice person the kind that would go out of their way to help. Jaden is also incredibly intelligent and is a known strategist who loves a good game of wizards chess. He is also driven by a deep motivation, he does not easily allow himself to suffer defeat, and he has a no die attitude when it comes to his life and he inspires those around them if he is able. In reality Jaden is very eccentric when he wants to be or when he is not secluded somewhere. In the end Jaden is an enigma to other people, at one moment he is outgoing and then at the next he is quiet and not talking much, but he is passionate, dedicated and open minded and this is what people notice most about him.
Wand:
Jaden has a 13 inch black walnut wand with a phoenix feather core.
Patronus:
Jadens patronus is a dragon
Hobbies:
Jaden has a variety of hobbies that he enjoys, his top hobbies would include practicing DADA, trying to create new spells, he is a seeker on his school team in quidditch, he loves to play wizard chest, and is an avid reader.
Pets:
Owns an owl named Tarim
Personal possessions:
Jaden has a walnut trunk which has been bewitched giving it the capability to hold a lot more items then normal trunks. This is where he keeps items that are most important too him which include old pictures of his family, his school items along with his robes and his change of clothes and any extra money he may need for the year. He also owns a handcrafted chess board with matching chess pieces which was a gift from his grandfather, and of course his old black journal which he keeps his spell studies in and many other vital pieces of information.
Relationships:
None
NPCs:
None
Why am I amazing? Simply because I choose to be. |
54,219 | 1,476 | 20 | 2,448 | 78 | Stein "The Reader"
Well it was true that he was very excited ,but this dont happen often so Jaden could handle it , he calmed and start to speak more slowly.
-Oh sorry Jaden,you know i am not always like this is just i am very happy.I dont think i want to run more so ,can i join in the breakfast? and in the meanwhile i can search for Madison.
Stein found this way easier instead of running and crash with someone.Being in the team of quidditch well it was more for the purpose of impressing his uncle than playing it , but he was going to have fun atleast a bit of fun instead of reading a lot , well he could do that too , this was only for being more sociable and impressing his uncle.After all he leaved his friends to read more , but now he will leave a little the books to have friends.About Madison he didnt know much about her just that she was older than him and had more friends than him other than that nothing.His last though was about his Nimbus 2001 which was gifted to him in the earlier year , he knew that him had ability with the broomstick because he leaved Hogwarts several times to fly a lot doing ,sometimes,crazy things.Yes he was going to pass the test or atleast he though that | Name:
Keanu "Jaden" Wade
Physical Features:
Eye Color: Dark blue
Hair color: dark brown
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195
Physique: Fit and toned
Scars: Has a thin scar going across his throat which is not noticeable unless you are really trying to see it. Has a deep scar across his stomach. One last scar that goes down the center of his back.
Age:
18
Year:
7th year
House:
Ravenclaw
Classes:
N.E.W.T Level courses
Potions
DADA
Transfiguration
Herbology
Charms
Short bio:
Not a lot is terribly known about Jaden mostly because anyone who really knows him chooses not to talk about it out of respect for his the silence he keeps about the incident. What is known however is that Jaden is from a small magical village located somewhere outside of Surrey England but was born in London, England where he lived until he was six. He lives now with his Grandfather who is an now retired Auror who once upon a time worked for the Ministry of Magic. Jaden lives a rather normal life compared to some, while his entire family is quite wealthy, they live a modest life not caring much for the luxuries that come with said wealth.
At school Jaden is not the most popular nor is he the most hated, he is what he likes to call secluded. Not known to be overly talkative he if often seen as a quiet person. Most any who know him think of him as a rather nice person, but also very complex, never being one to talk about himself. However where Jaden lacks social ability, he makes up for it with his amazing understanding on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Where Jaden excelled at his courses he strived even more in DADA, to the point where he is on par with the teacher. Jaden enjoys DADA and practices it everyday, even to the point where he has begun testing out new spells for defense, however none of them have panned out as of yet. Often seen shadow dueling and also taking part in school sanctioned duels, and also helping other students, he is quickly becoming a master of DADA. Due to his extensive studies of DADA and his dedication to the subject this earned him the position of Prefect for Ravenclaw. Jaden's aspirations in life is to become and Auror like his grandfather and his mother and father before him.
Personality:
Jaden is known to be quiet when he on his own time, while he is quite vocal in classes and when he helping others when they require it, he is just a secluded kind of person. Most would describe him as an incredibly generous person, and a genuinely nice person the kind that would go out of their way to help. Jaden is also incredibly intelligent and is a known strategist who loves a good game of wizards chess. He is also driven by a deep motivation, he does not easily allow himself to suffer defeat, and he has a no die attitude when it comes to his life and he inspires those around them if he is able. In reality Jaden is very eccentric when he wants to be or when he is not secluded somewhere. In the end Jaden is an enigma to other people, at one moment he is outgoing and then at the next he is quiet and not talking much, but he is passionate, dedicated and open minded and this is what people notice most about him.
Wand:
Jaden has a 13 inch black walnut wand with a phoenix feather core.
Patronus:
Jadens patronus is a dragon
Hobbies:
Jaden has a variety of hobbies that he enjoys, his top hobbies would include practicing DADA, trying to create new spells, he is a seeker on his school team in quidditch, he loves to play wizard chest, and is an avid reader.
Pets:
Owns an owl named Tarim
Personal possessions:
Jaden has a walnut trunk which has been bewitched giving it the capability to hold a lot more items then normal trunks. This is where he keeps items that are most important too him which include old pictures of his family, his school items along with his robes and his change of clothes and any extra money he may need for the year. He also owns a handcrafted chess board with matching chess pieces which was a gift from his grandfather, and of course his old black journal which he keeps his spell studies in and many other vital pieces of information.
Relationships:
None
NPCs:
None
Why am I amazing? Simply because I choose to be. |
54,220 | 1,476 | 21 | 1,401 | 90 | PATRICK FORD
Patrick awoke to a soft beam of light falling across his face from the circular window settled high into the wall of the boy's dormitory. There was always something so refreshing about waking up naturally with pressing obligations but he wasn't such a fan of leaving the warmth of his bed. However, the Hufflepuff common room was barely even call given its cozy nature and the fires that were always tended to. The copper bed warmers around the room were of course a bonus as well. For a few moments he just lay still, one strong arm laid flat across the sheets as he examined the low ceiling. Several vines were growing along one of the walls but this wasn't uncommon as the Hufflepuff basement was draped all over in various plants. It was a cool place really, a place purely for Hufflepuffs with its yellow and black decorations and the cushy, welcoming aura.
Finally, Patrick pushed back the patchwork quilt and rose from his bed, lifting his long arms above his head to stretch out his body. He could feel the cravings of hunger building in his stomach but figured that he should at least change first before heading down to quench it. So he did and after quickly sprucing up, he exited the basement and headed down the corridors. As the Hufflepuff common room was near the kitchen he could smell the powerful scent of food already and it made him groan, stomach twisting a little more with desire to eat. Sure, there were probably more pressing things he could be thinking about such as his subjects or the fact his shoulder was still a bit iffy after the accident during the last Quidditch session. He had refused a trip to the hospital wing out of pride and he knew it wasn't a broken bone or a severely pulled muscle. Besides, it only twinged in one position which wasn't enough for concern. He'd definitely had worse but thank goodness for Wizarding medicine.
As he passed into the Great Hall he wandered by Marcus Sinclair and offered him a happy smile. The older boy had done him a great favour a while ago by mentioning he knew someone who could tend to his owl Eponine who had been a bit under the weather for a short time. It had appeared she would need proper help but Marcus' younger sibling had apparently been up for the task. Patrick had trusted him and it had paid off when Eponine had been back to her normal self in no time. After the small greeting he carried on, glancing around as he neared the middle of the Hufflepuff table. He gave a glance around, wondering if Genevieve was around and awake yet. He had been friends with her for years now and even if they didn't greet each other at breakfast then there was no doubt they'd see each other later in a class.
He finally came to a halt and leant over the table to grab a piece of toast. He knew that most people sat down but he also wanted to wander and see if he could find some of the other Hufflepuff Quidditch players and talk. Then he leant for a knife to slather the toast in butter and with his slight lack of early morning focus he ended up bumping his elbow against someone as he pulled back. "Sorry!" He apologized quickly, looking down at the girl that he recognised but couldn't place her name straight away. She seemed to be so content eating her sausage too. He knew a lot of the people in his House but he was closer to the older students. As he chewed his toast, he glanced over at the Gryffindor table, still searching for the long brown hair and the pretty face he knew so well. And then he saw her and lifted his hand in a greeting gesture, hoping he could catch her eye. She looked like she was talking to someone though. Bright blue hair. Definitely not a common trait and the Gryffindor robes. Just have been the Evans guy. Of course Patrick knew him as he was the Captain and Chaser for the Gryffindor team. You didn't shake the hand of a stranger after all and they were the same year. However if Genevieve was deep in conversation, he didn't want to disturb so he leant around briefly against to get another bit of toast. | Name: Patrick Ford (Half-blood)
Height: Six foot one inch;
Eye colour: Dark brown;
Build: Athletic
Age: 17
Year: 6
House: Hufflepuff
Classes taken:
N.E.W.T.S: Transfiguration; Charms; Defence Against The Dark Arts; Potions; Alchemy; Study of Ancient Runes
Short bio: Patrick was born in Copenhagen, Denmark purely by accident. His parents never expected their son to be born prematurely and as it turned out their two month trip was sure cut short when Patrick decided to enter the world. Soon after his birth the family moved back to England and took residence in their newly built home in West London. Magic never played a huge part in his home but he was aware of it as it ran down his father’s side of the family and he showed all the early signs of adjusting to it just how a child should. His father holds a job as an architect within the wizarding world, assisting in making vital changes to any structures that the Ministry may request but his largest passion comes from assisting wizarding families who may find themselves in struggle with their home situation and he gladly offers his services to help them. His mother is a performer on the West End stage in London and has been featured notably with large roles in several top grossing shows.
Personality: Patrick is a smart young man with a keen interest for his passions. He takes great pride in the finer details of his work and never hesitates to put in a few extra hours just to make sure he is fully satisfied with his toil. His mother taught him never to be afraid about putting himself forward for things as that is how one reaps the best rewards so when opportunities rise, he thoroughly enjoys placing himself right in the midst and getting involved. He holds a very strong devotion to his friends and his Quidditch team as well as his work.
Wand: Fourteen inches; Mahogany; Dragon Heartstring core; Pliable.
Patronus: Brown bear
Hobbies: Patrick has always shown a keen interest in architecture ever sure his father would lay his blueprints down on the table of their London home. This leads him to find constant fascination with the world around him, especially within Hogwarts itself where he can easily spend hours wandering through the corridors to discover all it has to offer. He also loves to play Quidditch now, although he found no interest in it for the first year or two. However that soon changed when he came in as a Beater in his third year before finally deciding Keeper was actually the position for him. He's genuinely a very proud Captain. As well as this and despite the fact it may make people question him, he also thoroughly enjoys working whether in the common room or the library to keep on top of things and make sure he's achieving the best grades he can.
Pets: A tawny owl called Eponine
Personal possessions: A Starsweeper XXI Broomstick brought after the 2014 Wizarding World Cup.
Relationships:
Genevieve Braveheart - Patrick and Genevieve met for the first time upon the Hogwarts Express. They were both First Years and by the time Genevieve came and sat next to him in his carriage, it felt like Patrick had been on the train forever. The two hit it off quickly, finding they had plenty to talk about as they made the long trek and despite the fact they were placed in different houses, it didn't deter him from becoming friends with her. It was a little more difficult, given that it was easier to be around Hufflepuffs in their common room but they grew close over the years and developed a playful rivalry that stemmed onto the Quidditch pitch. The moment where he whacked a bludger right at her has not been forgotten by either of them and their banterous on pitch relationship has extended to him now attempting to prevent every single one of her points as keeper. Of course it's his job whether she's the one trying to score or not. Although she's a damn good Chaser. The pair share a lot of classes which he enjoys because after six years of friendship, he has grown kind of accustomed to having her around.
NPCs: Why am I amazing? Well….you might be here a while. |
54,221 | 1,476 | 22 | 2,097 | 1,847 | Genevieve
Genevieve just nodded as Sylvester began talking, still staring at her biscuit. She then looked up at him when he offered to take her out on the field to practice and smiled. "I think that would work great!" she said enthusiastically. Quidditch was the one thing she needed to get her mind off of what was going on. She felt a little better, so she leaned back in her seat and picked up her biscuit again, taking another bite out of it. She didn't really pick up anything else because, well, she didn't need a lot to keep her going. She glanced around, looking for Patrick's familiar face yet and she noticed her was over near the Hufflepuff table, munching on some toast. Her smile widened and she looked at Sylvester. "Excuse me for a minute."
She stood up and carefully walked over to him, trying to be as quiet as possible. Once she reached him, she stuck her hands over his eyes. She had to stand up on her tip-toes because he was a lot taller than she was. "Guess who?" she said with a small laugh. "You decided to sleep in this morning didn't cha?" She did not withdraw her hands from over his eyes and would not until he guessed, even though she already knew that he knew who it was. She did this to him almost every day at some point, but she didn't care if it was annoying. She thought it was fun and would only stop when he told her to stop. She giggled and waited for him to respond.
Professor Carlyle
He was a thought more forward that she had originally thought when he called the trip to Hogsmeade a date. She set the papers that she tried to look like she was grading on down and stood up, walking over to Critter, who had just now decided to make an appearance in the room. The beautiful Persian looked up at her master with wide blue eyes and let out a pitiful meow, the sound that Terra had realized meant that she wanted to be picked up. She picked up the slim kitty and held her close in her arms, looking over at Devin. She noticed that there were a few students standing in the doorway and she narrowed her eyes at them. Drawing her wand, she flicked her wrist and door slammed shut directly in their faces.
"I was already planning on going as a chaperone," Terra told him, stroking her cat in her arms. She gave him a soft smile. "But I'm sure we can still watch the children while we have this date." She gently set the cat back down on the ground and walked over to him, examining his handsome face. "In case you didn't know, that's my way of saying yes." She smiled and let out a small laugh. | Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
NEWT Levels
Charms
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Potions
Runes
Short bio: Genevieve grew up in mostly Manchester, England with her two magical parents. She is a pureblood witch, but she never really wanted to be. She hated how she was different from everyone. Everyone seemed to be repelled by her when she was younger, as if her magical was driving them away, even if they didn’t know about it. She was bullied a lot for being weird and she always tended to come home crying her eyes out.
That all changed when her mother got cancer. They tried everything to save her, even spells and potions, but nothing seemed to beat it. With her last dying breath, her mother told Genevieve that if Genevieve wanted a normal life so badly, then this would be what she had to go through every day. Genevieve hated that, but she did not hate her mother for telling her. With that, she embraced her magic and her weird side. She stood up to the bullies at school and she was brave and when she turned eleven she got her letter to go to Hogwarts.
Once she got to Hogwarts, she immediately felt better about who she was and she felt confident in herself again. She was sorted into Gryffindor because the Sorting Hat saw in her mind what all that she has gone through and how her personality is now in spite of that. She plays Quidditch for her mother because her mother was an amazing Chaser and she always wanted to be like the woman who told her to embrace her weirdness.
Personality: Though she is very brave, loyal, and trusting, Genevieve is not the most outgoing person in the world. She tends to sit in her room and read rather than mess around outdoors. She does love to play Quidditch and is an amazing Chaser, just like her mother was. She is always warm and open to meeting new people, but she doesn’t really like large crowds. She doesn’t talk to very many people, but once a person is introduced to her, she is warmer toward them. She always stands up for what she believes is right, even if that means going against some rules, and she will always remain a loyal friend to whoever wants to be her friend. She takes blows as they come and always tries to overcome them with the best her of ability.
Wand: Cedar, Phoenix Feather, 12 ½ inches
Patronus: Golden Retriever (so a Dog…)
Hobbies: She is a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and loves to write and read. She also loves to dance, but she tends to dance whenever she thinks that she is alone. Besides those things, she just tends to go with the flow for whatever anyone wants to do.
Pets: An almost pure white snowy owl named Geric
Personal possessions: Her Firebolt 2000, which she got from her mother. It is three generations under the Firebolt Supreme, but it is still almost as fast as the Supreme, though it has a little less maneuverability. She has a locket from her mother which has a picture of her mother and her father in one side and her on the other side. Besides that, she has everything that she has bought.
Relationships:
Patrick Ford- Genevieve and Patrick have been close friends ever since they got to Hogwarts their first year. She wound up having to sit next to him because all of the other cars were full and she didn't have anywhere else to sit. They got to talking and became fast friends immediately. She was disappointed when she got sorted into Gryffindor and him to Hufflepuff, but that didn't stop their friendship. They hung out often and began to play against each other in Quidditch when they both joined their second year, her as a Chaser and him as a Beater. There was some rough patches though, especially after he hit the Bludger directly at her their third year and knocked her off her broom. But he was very kind afterwards and apologized for it, just stating that it was a competition and he wanted to win. They have had a friendly rivalry ever since, but it has become slightly more than a friendship to her. In fact, she has developed a minor crush on him.
NPCs: Geric, her owl; her father
Why am I amazing? Because I love to write more than anything in the world. :)
Professor Terrabeth "Terra" Carlyle
Age: 28
Position: Transfiguration Teacher
House: She does not have a house, considering she is a teacher, but she has a particular attachment to the Gryffindor house.
Short bio: Professor Carlyle was mostly a travelling witch to begin with. She was a Keeper for the most part, watching over budding wizards and witches when they were young and helping the headmaster of Hogwarts get out letters to those children. Since she always watched those children, she had to help hide their magic rom the Muggle world, so she took up Transfiguration as a helpful tool to hide it. Since she was so good at it, Professor McGonagall hired her as the Transfiguration teacher in her stead. Professor Carlyle knew that she would have a better chance at helping her students that she sent there that way and she took up the job immediately. She is originally from the U.S., so she has an American accent.
Personality: Professor Carlyle is a very caring individual and she loves children. She can be a bit of a stickler when it comes to rules, but she can also be your friend when she needs to be. She is often very quiet, listening and learning more than she is teaching, and she believes in learning by failing. She always has the students try everything first before she helps guide them to what they are supposed to do. She also is very sly and sometimes goes behind the headmaster’s or headmistress’s back to help out some of her students with tests. She is also very mischievous. She sometimes pulls pranks on her students and even some of the other teachers.
Wand: Birch, Unicorn Hair, 14 inches
Patronus: Fox
Hobbies: She enjoys a good game of Quidditch as well as reading, but she is a masterful dueler, so she is always interested in watching the Defense Against The Dark Arts classes and even helping out with dueling with the younger kids every once in a while.
Pets: A beautiful Persian cat with bright blue eyes named Critter and a tawny owl named Verona
Personal possessions: She does not really have any, except for her suitcase that has a bunch of stickers on it from all of the places she has been.
Relationships: N/A
NPCs: Critter, Verona |
54,222 | 1,476 | 23 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Mary Winthrop
Mary woke with a start shaking. She took a deep breath and the Patronus that Mad had left behind spoke the other girl's message, and then dissipated. She was glad for its presence though. Mary quickly dressed, she didn't think there was anyone else in the dorm. She had really overslept, but she still changed inside her bed with the curtain drawn, you never knew if someone would have forgotten something.
Once Mary finished her rushed morning ritual she hurried down the stairs and saw Jaden looking a bit frazzled. There was a younger boy talking to him, Mary didn't remember his name. "Morning Jaden." Mary said announcing her presence. "Mad already went down for breakfast." She told the boy mostly figuring Jaden already knew that. "She'll be at the table." Mad was one of Mary's friends, not as close to her as Jaden, no one really understood Mary as well as Jaden did. Even without the words the two had always understood each other. Mad was like Emma both bubbly and demanding of friendship. Mary had a few others that she considered friends as well.
"On that note, I am heading down there as well, and if you want I can point her out to you." Mary offered, then turned to Jaden. "Are you done watching for pranks? Do you want to join me?" | Name: Mary Winthrop
Appearance:
Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Ravenclaw
Classes taken:
NEWTs Levels
Charms
Transfiguration
DADA
Runes
Potions
Short bio: Mary was born to a backwaters hick of a mother who believed God had punished her with Mary. Mary's father was unknown to Mary, and the source of Mary's abilities seen as the worst possibility of a deal between Satan and God. Mary's mother believed she was suffering as Job had, and to free herself of the curse she must cleanse Mary. The woman's definition of cleanse grew worse as Mary's abilities grew. These abilities were never quite under control though.
Somehow word got to Mary's father, Andrew Winthrop, about her situation. How word got to him was never something he told Mary, but late in the night he took the small 8 year old from her home and freed her. It took Mary sometime before she realized she had side-along apparated.
The next few years Mary and her father learned from each other. Mary on how to trust people again, Andrew on how the simplest thing can bring joy. Mary was grossly undereducated so Andrew lost no time in catching the girl up in general education. When the letter for Hogwarts came he beamed.
Personality: Mary is a quite girl, though very curious. One would not expect her to know the things that she knows. Unless they saw her library research history. She is not quick to trust people. It is very unlikely that anyone knows her full history. She does not talk about her mother. Due to her undereducated early in her life Mary feels like she is always trying to catch up. Her wit can be particularly scathing at times.
Wand: 8 9/10 in, stiff, Fir, Unicorn hair
Patronus: Dove
Hobbies: Reading. She never got into quidditch really. Ice skating (She loves winter near the lake and always checks to make sure the ice is thick enough and has been known to spell it to be safer). A small love for movies.
Pets: A grey cat named Perry. Perry walks funny as when he was only a few months old he fell from a stair case and broke his back, even with magical help it did not heal properly.
Personal possessions: Standard things for school at Hogwarts, and a few extra books, some muggle, most adventure novels.
Relationships: TBA
NPCs: Emma Tate, A muggle born Ravencalw same year as Mary. Emma started their friendship in their first year by discussing horror movies.
Why am I awesome? |
54,223 | 1,476 | 24 | 2,448 | 78 | Jaden
"Its no problem Stein I am a bit more jumpy in the mornings for good reason at that. Our younger house members are constantly being coaxed into trying to prank me by one whom will remain nameless... for now."
Jaden spoke keeping his eye's in his journal, he wasn't worried about Stein all that much prank wise, he had not tried to do so yet and if he hadn't by now he wouldn't. Jadens adversary was rather smart, always went for new years, which meant it had to be someone within the same year or close. But he could never get an answer out of the would be pranksters, seeming they didn't even know who was doing it themselves. It was quite a perplexing puzzle actually, one in which Jaden loved, he had always been into strategic games it truly appealed to his mindset. Let his thoughts wonder he thought back to the first piece of evidence he had gathered on the attacking prankster, a simple note written to a new year telling them to pull a prank on Jaden the Prefect and then an item from the joke shop was provided for them to do so with. It was the same thing every year since his fifth year, the one year they had tried to pass him a puking pastel which got eaten by another Ravenclaw given Jaden did not like pastels much to begin with and backfired.
Truth be told Jaden could have solved this by now, it wouldn't be all that hard a spell here and a spell there and he would have his answer, but honestly all these prankster antics kept him from becoming bored as a Prefect. An as he said before many times it made him laugh at times and laughing these days was getting harder and smiles far and in between, his mind clouded as it was. When Jaden finally heard the familiar voice of Mary he finally looked up from his journal and stood up closing it with a snap of his wrist.
"Morning Mary I see you got a late start."
Jaden had a bit more step in his walk now that Mary was up, happy to finally have someone to actually talk to. Jaden loved Stein in all but in this case it was all good. As Mary quickly took over and spoke to Stein about Madison being at breakfast and that she would help him find her at breakfast she looked at Jaden and spoke to him.
"Yeah I am finished, the usual pranksters already tried their hand and got caught and are now undoubtedly downstairs eating their fill of eggs and bacon. I could go for a muffin myself if our tower did not already take them all that is.
Jaden put the journal in his inside robe pocket and walked to the secret entrance to their tower and opened it with a flick of his wand and stood at the entrance.
"When your ready." | Name:
Keanu "Jaden" Wade
Physical Features:
Eye Color: Dark blue
Hair color: dark brown
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195
Physique: Fit and toned
Scars: Has a thin scar going across his throat which is not noticeable unless you are really trying to see it. Has a deep scar across his stomach. One last scar that goes down the center of his back.
Age:
18
Year:
7th year
House:
Ravenclaw
Classes:
N.E.W.T Level courses
Potions
DADA
Transfiguration
Herbology
Charms
Short bio:
Not a lot is terribly known about Jaden mostly because anyone who really knows him chooses not to talk about it out of respect for his the silence he keeps about the incident. What is known however is that Jaden is from a small magical village located somewhere outside of Surrey England but was born in London, England where he lived until he was six. He lives now with his Grandfather who is an now retired Auror who once upon a time worked for the Ministry of Magic. Jaden lives a rather normal life compared to some, while his entire family is quite wealthy, they live a modest life not caring much for the luxuries that come with said wealth.
At school Jaden is not the most popular nor is he the most hated, he is what he likes to call secluded. Not known to be overly talkative he if often seen as a quiet person. Most any who know him think of him as a rather nice person, but also very complex, never being one to talk about himself. However where Jaden lacks social ability, he makes up for it with his amazing understanding on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Where Jaden excelled at his courses he strived even more in DADA, to the point where he is on par with the teacher. Jaden enjoys DADA and practices it everyday, even to the point where he has begun testing out new spells for defense, however none of them have panned out as of yet. Often seen shadow dueling and also taking part in school sanctioned duels, and also helping other students, he is quickly becoming a master of DADA. Due to his extensive studies of DADA and his dedication to the subject this earned him the position of Prefect for Ravenclaw. Jaden's aspirations in life is to become and Auror like his grandfather and his mother and father before him.
Personality:
Jaden is known to be quiet when he on his own time, while he is quite vocal in classes and when he helping others when they require it, he is just a secluded kind of person. Most would describe him as an incredibly generous person, and a genuinely nice person the kind that would go out of their way to help. Jaden is also incredibly intelligent and is a known strategist who loves a good game of wizards chess. He is also driven by a deep motivation, he does not easily allow himself to suffer defeat, and he has a no die attitude when it comes to his life and he inspires those around them if he is able. In reality Jaden is very eccentric when he wants to be or when he is not secluded somewhere. In the end Jaden is an enigma to other people, at one moment he is outgoing and then at the next he is quiet and not talking much, but he is passionate, dedicated and open minded and this is what people notice most about him.
Wand:
Jaden has a 13 inch black walnut wand with a phoenix feather core.
Patronus:
Jadens patronus is a dragon
Hobbies:
Jaden has a variety of hobbies that he enjoys, his top hobbies would include practicing DADA, trying to create new spells, he is a seeker on his school team in quidditch, he loves to play wizard chest, and is an avid reader.
Pets:
Owns an owl named Tarim
Personal possessions:
Jaden has a walnut trunk which has been bewitched giving it the capability to hold a lot more items then normal trunks. This is where he keeps items that are most important too him which include old pictures of his family, his school items along with his robes and his change of clothes and any extra money he may need for the year. He also owns a handcrafted chess board with matching chess pieces which was a gift from his grandfather, and of course his old black journal which he keeps his spell studies in and many other vital pieces of information.
Relationships:
None
NPCs:
None
Why am I amazing? Simply because I choose to be. |
54,224 | 1,476 | 25 | 2,448 | 78 | -Hi, a pleasure Mary, i guess all the help is good so thanks both of you .
Well about Mary, he didnt even knew her even if she existed , only some rumors about her all of them were false.But more important now got 2 people to find Madison and this is good , at firts though this was very intrepid from him , asking for help well that was a bit strange from him , Stein is normally alone but now he just wanted to enter the quidditch team , so strange maybe something happned to him maybe a spell or something like that .With the time passing he became even more calmed and normal , well now that was strange , he speaked again now about to exit the tower.
-Lets go , i guess , i am ready to find Madison and enter the quidditch team,if i pass the test.
After this he realized he needed to read something in the book he brougth with him , something about magic creatures,this all was strange but it didnt matter to him after all. | Name:
Keanu "Jaden" Wade
Physical Features:
Eye Color: Dark blue
Hair color: dark brown
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195
Physique: Fit and toned
Scars: Has a thin scar going across his throat which is not noticeable unless you are really trying to see it. Has a deep scar across his stomach. One last scar that goes down the center of his back.
Age:
18
Year:
7th year
House:
Ravenclaw
Classes:
N.E.W.T Level courses
Potions
DADA
Transfiguration
Herbology
Charms
Short bio:
Not a lot is terribly known about Jaden mostly because anyone who really knows him chooses not to talk about it out of respect for his the silence he keeps about the incident. What is known however is that Jaden is from a small magical village located somewhere outside of Surrey England but was born in London, England where he lived until he was six. He lives now with his Grandfather who is an now retired Auror who once upon a time worked for the Ministry of Magic. Jaden lives a rather normal life compared to some, while his entire family is quite wealthy, they live a modest life not caring much for the luxuries that come with said wealth.
At school Jaden is not the most popular nor is he the most hated, he is what he likes to call secluded. Not known to be overly talkative he if often seen as a quiet person. Most any who know him think of him as a rather nice person, but also very complex, never being one to talk about himself. However where Jaden lacks social ability, he makes up for it with his amazing understanding on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Where Jaden excelled at his courses he strived even more in DADA, to the point where he is on par with the teacher. Jaden enjoys DADA and practices it everyday, even to the point where he has begun testing out new spells for defense, however none of them have panned out as of yet. Often seen shadow dueling and also taking part in school sanctioned duels, and also helping other students, he is quickly becoming a master of DADA. Due to his extensive studies of DADA and his dedication to the subject this earned him the position of Prefect for Ravenclaw. Jaden's aspirations in life is to become and Auror like his grandfather and his mother and father before him.
Personality:
Jaden is known to be quiet when he on his own time, while he is quite vocal in classes and when he helping others when they require it, he is just a secluded kind of person. Most would describe him as an incredibly generous person, and a genuinely nice person the kind that would go out of their way to help. Jaden is also incredibly intelligent and is a known strategist who loves a good game of wizards chess. He is also driven by a deep motivation, he does not easily allow himself to suffer defeat, and he has a no die attitude when it comes to his life and he inspires those around them if he is able. In reality Jaden is very eccentric when he wants to be or when he is not secluded somewhere. In the end Jaden is an enigma to other people, at one moment he is outgoing and then at the next he is quiet and not talking much, but he is passionate, dedicated and open minded and this is what people notice most about him.
Wand:
Jaden has a 13 inch black walnut wand with a phoenix feather core.
Patronus:
Jadens patronus is a dragon
Hobbies:
Jaden has a variety of hobbies that he enjoys, his top hobbies would include practicing DADA, trying to create new spells, he is a seeker on his school team in quidditch, he loves to play wizard chest, and is an avid reader.
Pets:
Owns an owl named Tarim
Personal possessions:
Jaden has a walnut trunk which has been bewitched giving it the capability to hold a lot more items then normal trunks. This is where he keeps items that are most important too him which include old pictures of his family, his school items along with his robes and his change of clothes and any extra money he may need for the year. He also owns a handcrafted chess board with matching chess pieces which was a gift from his grandfather, and of course his old black journal which he keeps his spell studies in and many other vital pieces of information.
Relationships:
None
NPCs:
None
Why am I amazing? Simply because I choose to be. |
54,225 | 1,476 | 26 | 212 | 819 | ~Karen Antonius~
Karen laughed lightly, taking small graceful steps yet somehow keeping pace with Damian. "Do I need a reason to talk to someone?" answered Karen. The blonde took a large stride and placed herself ahead of Damian, a relaxed smirk on her face. "Well, I suppose my reason to talk with you would be to socialize, however talking is an act of socializing in itself; if we were to get pedantic, then my I suppose what I needed from you was someone to chat idly with. Nothing wrong with that, I hope?"
Then again, perhaps Damian did not make for good company if one wanted to talk. Karen, ever the perceptive girl that she was, felt that he was only ever relaxed when he was working by himself or otherwise with that friend of his; Nick, was it? Damian had a rather rough personality, in Karen's opinion, but it also felt like that roughness was a front - an image to hide behind. To Karen, he was one of the many people that hid something behind a personality. In most cases, that something was usually pain.
"Oh well, no matter. Things will come at their own pace, so for now, I will simply talk to him."
Karen did a little turn and faced Damian, peering up at him with that light smile still on her face. "So now that I have stated my reason for my approaching of you, allow me to ask again, if you will allow me to repeat myself: How goes your morning?"
Damian paused in his steps, an eyebrow twitching at the impeccably cheery mood of the girl before him. He wasn't the best with cheery people...they tended to annoy him. But still, she wasn't bothering him too much, and she had only asked a simple question. Why not answer her? "...Fine." There, he did it. But...pride wouldn't let her be the only one to ask a question. He continued to walk towards the Gryffindor table, ignoring the looks of the other students as he sat down and glanced over to Karen. "How was..your...day?" He obviously wasn't very comfortable with asking such pleasantries, but he wasn't getting one-upped by this sneaky woman. | Name: Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw
Appearance:
Age: 17
Year: Sixth
Classes:
Transfiguration
Potions
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Alchemy
Study of Ancient Runes
Care of Magical Creatures
House: Gryffindor
Short bio: Damian was born in America, a half-blooded boy raised in a bad neighborhood, somewhere between the borders of Texas and Arkansas. His father was a magical wizard - a former Auror, to be more specific, while his mother was a simple muggle housewife. Life growing up wasn't easy. He was often picked on at school, for no reason other than the fact that the bullies were idiots, and quickly learned to fight with his fists, feet, head, elbows, knees...practically everything. Magic didn't really interest him, but when he tried, he got his first spell done correctly, marking him as a naturally talented wizard - much to his stoicness, and his father's happiness.
However, Damian was busy with MMA and Boxing lessons - even at a young age, he was taught beginner stuff, but, at the age of ten, something happened...even he couldn't help. His father was gone on some Britian wizarding business, and an infamous gang in their neighborhood crashed the party. Long story short, unthinkable things were done to his mother while he was on the floor, half-knocked out and bleeding from fractures and broken bones...in the end, his mother was killed.
It was abrupt, insane, and brutal...but it happened. This marked the start. When his dad came, Damian was sent to Britain - as an American Exchange Student, to go to Hogwarts. Apparently, that's why his dad left. His dad became distant after that, and they never really talked much. Damian continued to take MMA and boxing lessons, and practiced magic so that, when his fists couldn't do the talking, curses could. He promised that he would never let anything like that happen to anyone close to him again.
Personality: Damian can come off as a rough, unfeeling boy, having suffered quite a bit of sad events in his life, early on. This gives him a tough outer-shell. He's independent, not easily making emotional connections, but this has also made him focused, brave, and determined - while also being protective of the friends he has. It's rather easy for him to get annoyed, but rather than throwing a hissy fit, he tends to either act violent, or put the anger into training. This makes him rather ambitious, which is why, combined with his quick-thinking and reflexes, makes him ingenious in stressful situations.
It's easy for others to get intimidated by the American, especially due to his calloused demeanor and blunt ways of getting things straight, and he will not take any crap from anyone. Despite all of his callousness, however, Damian is inwardly kind towards the 'nicer' people, and will help when he sees bad things happening to good or semi-good people. The kindness is gruff as if he's reluctant to show compassion. He can also be cheerful when either drunk, or happy about some success - successful pranks, for instance. Tends to smirk when things go his way, as well. Is rather quiet, all things considered, but absolutely has no trouble speaking up when he feels like it, although he tends to let his fists or wand do the talking when necessary. Actions speak louder than words.
Summary - Focused, determined, brave, quick-thinker, tough & calloused, ambitious. Maintains a cool, detached image. Oddly enough, he is very much like a lion...or a griffin.
Wand: Fir wood wand, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 1/2 inches.
Hobbies: Flying on his broom - Quidditch, to be more specific. He's incredibly good as a Seeker, and has been scouted by official wizarding teams ever since his third year. || Practicing the more practical magic arts, and perfecting them; Most are afraid to duel with the brusque American...his over-charged Reductos are very scary. || Exercising, something most wizards don't do. Magic is fine and all, but lifting weights and sprinting up hills tends to get the blood flowing.
Pets: A magical lion cub called 'Leo'. It has the physical appearance of a regular lion cub, but as it grows - which it does a bit faster than normal, it's size will become noticeably larger than any other muggle lions. It's hide will also be magic resistant as it grows.
Personal possessions: Other than the necessary thing, such as his necessary robes and school supplies, depending on the time of the RP, Damian has his personal riding broom, bought after quite a bit of hard work, and some funding from his parents, along with the sponsorship of a Wizarding Quidditch Team that wants to see him succeed; he has the Firebolt Supreme, hailed as the greatest racing broom in the 21st century. Hehas some less than legal items, easily disguised. For instance, the ring on his left and right hands will actually turn into brass-knuckles once a sliver of magic is siphoned into them. He also has a map, which was, once again, funded by a bunch of hard work and odd jobs; a map enchanted by some guy in France, which allows him to see the presence of anyone within a certain distance around him, along with their names.
He also has a few muggle-fied things; a motorcycle, tricked out with different runes and charms so that it could...yes, fly. A set of muggle clothing that he wears when not forced to wear robes, and boxing gloves, boxing tape, a weight set, and a heavy-duty punching bag that's charmed to never break or rip. He keeps the boxing equipment constantly in his shrunken trunk, unless he trains that day.
Patronus: Griffin
Relationships: Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill - Despite their minor differences, with Damian being a bit more cold, focused, and ruthless than Nick, and Nick being a bit more wreckless, inquisitive, and persistent, they quickly became friends - with Nicholas really being one of the few people Damian talks to out of the Quidditch field. Damian's quick-thinking and ferocious presence has gotten them out of quite a few bad situations, and Nicholas is the one to make them go through the bad situations, with his love for pranks and the such - which, although he wouldn't admit it, has rubbed off on Damian as well. People have learned not to bully or otherwise mess with Nicholas due to the threat of Damian finding out - not to say that many people bothered Nick in the first place..
NPCs: His dad.
Why am I awesome?
'Cause. |
54,226 | 1,476 | 27 | 2,465 | 3,276 | ~Karen Antonius~
Karen laughed again, just a bit louder this time, but still not very loud by most people's standards. The blonde took a seat next to Damian, crossed her legs under the table, placed her head on her hand and looked at him with some mild amusement. Really, he was a such rough person, but nonetheless he had his good points - he was replying to her, even if it was out of pride. That, and he was rather adorable to look at while he looking all prideful, even while it took that much effort to ask her such a simple question.
"You're quite the awkward man, aren't you? There's no need to be so stiff with me, Damian; I don't bite. I must say though you're rather cute when you try that hard," she said, slender fingers idly playing with a lock of hair while staring at him. "That being said, my day is going rather swell so far. A bit of tea in the morning, cool morning air, and someone to talk to. It's a rather nice start, if I do say so myself.
"Now I suppose it's my turn to ask: What made your day 'fine', Damian?" she asked. "Most people don't wake up too early, so their reasons are rather stale, so I'm rather interested in what constitutes as a good morning for you." | Name: Karen Violet Camillus Antonius
Karen is a towhead, a kind of platinum blond that looks silver when exposed to light. She has amber eyes, primarily gold in color. Her hair is long and wavy and reaches just above her hip. She's pale and weighs about 40kg. She's 147 cm tall.
Her three sizes are: 79 / 55 / 78
Age: 15.7
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
- Charms
- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Herbology
- Arithmancy
- Astronomy
- Alchemy
- Potions
- Divination
- Transfiguration
Short bio:
Karen's mother was a well traveled witch, who was also a known duelist. Because of her abrasive attitude, she got into plenty of fights. In one of these fights she was cursed heavily using ancient Dark Magic and no magic could break it. While searching desperately for a cure, she bumped into Kyle Antonius, who was not a deacon at the time. The man realizing that she was distressed but not knowing the reason, offered her a prayer and a free meal. The next day the curse had disappeared.
The two met with each other constantly after that, both their interests in each other piqued. What then started as an awkward friendship with much arguments turned into love, and they were eventually married.
When Karen was born, a similar miracle occurred; at the exact day of her birth, many people found that they were cured from sickness, even terminal patients were cured. Claudia linked it to magic, Kyle's father called it a miracle, while Kyle said it was magic that came from a miracle.
As Karen grew, her fascination with the suffering and helping of others became evident, much to her fathers delight. Much to her mothers dismay, however, she also inherited her fathers wonderful personality. Karen developed an interest in healing magic, however she is extremely unconventional with the way she does things, which makes people worry.
Personality:
Karen has an angelic personality and is forgiving to the point that she believes her only purpose in life is to help others, even if she is hurt in the process. She never blames the person who has hurt her and blames the act on devils who caused the person to commit whatever sin. Whenever she is at fault, she apologizes to God rather than the person, although she doesn't mean to be rude - she's just weird that way.
However, in contrast to her angelic persona, she also loves teasing people and exploiting others’ emotional vulnerability. Upon discovery of an individual’s weak spot, she enjoys bringing it out to light in front of all the other characters. While this antagonizes many people and causes much outrage and humiliation, she remains calm. Caren however will not go too far with this, so long as she isn't forced to. Most of the time she uses it for harmless teasing. Basically, Karen likes to troll people.
Karen insists on acting on her standards of grace and etiquette in every situation. She does not panic or overreact and always maintains a pristine and untouched persona. Even in the face of people who consider her enemies or show her open hostility, she will not so much as frown, in fact, she would still be very polite with them. Of course, this same grace is applied to her teasing.
She is a devout Catholic, as strange as it may seem, and often quotes from scriptures or phrases from the Bible mostly for her own convenience, but when she wants to, she is actually quite wise in going about their use.
Despite her calm and unaffected persona, she is cunning, perceptive, efficient and a surprisingly ruthless person for someone who was placed into Gryffindor. In fact, many are surprised she is in the house at all - it seems she would make a much better Slytherin.
She is somewhat of a mad-scientist, as she is prone to experimenting with different spell, potions, etc.
Her personality greatly resembles her fathers.
Wand: Fig Tree, slightly elastic, 15 inches; Simurgh feather core. If the wand is burned for whatever reason, it immediately summons the Simurgh.
Patronus: An Axolotl
Hobbies: Studying; flowers and flower arranging, history, theology, philosophy, sewing, praying, healing, languages. Teasing people.
Pets: A Crowned Solitary Eagle; it's illegal to own, doubly so because it's endangered, but her mothers a witch so . . . magic?
Personal possessions:
A Bible, Rosary, golden cross, and a red enchanted scarf; it's enchanted to bind men specifically. So long as it's wrapped around them, they will be unable to move unless they're attacked by something. The scarf was a gift from her mother that Karen uses with great effect.
Relationships:
A good number of people in Hogwarts are terrified of her including some of the teachers, due to her knack of identifying and exploiting their weaknesses.
Is somehow friends with the current Rector Major of the Salesians, whom she discusses philosophy and magic with occasional.
NPCs:
Kyle John Antonius - Karen's father; deacon, skeptic, wise-man, exceptional troll.
Claudia Lily Camillus Antonius - Karen's mother; witch, adventurer, duelist, prone to snark, and a good wife - to Kyle anyway.
The Simurgh - An extremely rare and powerful magical bird with that can purify lands and waters, bless people with good fortune, inspire wisdom and raise heroes. It's healing powers are so strong that so long as there is even a hint of life left in a person, they will be healed. |
54,227 | 1,476 | 28 | 1,401 | 90 | Patrick Ford
Patrick was quite happily chewing away on his toast without too many cares in the world. He had kept up with most of his work that had been set currently but that was pretty common for him, given that he wasn't a stranger to getting his head down and focusing on the task at hand. After six years he had learnt how to manage his time and of course the first few years weren't exactly testing on the brain but he'd stepped up his game. He genuinely enjoyed school and beyond the good grades that he worked hard for, Quidditch was his passion. He'd never let it become more important than some things in his life but he gave his full commitment in games and at training. After all, he wanted to be a good representation to the rest of the team.
Patrick had just turned around to put some bacon on a piece of toast when he felt hands cover his eyes. He gave one of his smooth, deep laughs before rolling her eyes beneath her hands. Of course he knew who it was because he wasn't an idiot and he recognise her voice, and touch strangely, after all the time they had been friends. "Yes Genevieve," He chuckled as he brought the toast up to his mouth and took a big bite out of it. He had to keep his energy up so once he actually sat down, he'd be going through it like it was his last meal. Then he ducked down and twisted out of her touch so he could face her, a cheeky grin on his face as he chewed. "Yeah, I had a bit of an extra nap but it's not like you're gonna tell me off for doing so..." He shrugged one of his broad shoulders then took a few more bites of his toast and bacon. "How are you doing this morning? Besides ambushing me as usual," | Name: Patrick Ford (Half-blood)
Height: Six foot one inch;
Eye colour: Dark brown;
Build: Athletic
Age: 17
Year: 6
House: Hufflepuff
Classes taken:
N.E.W.T.S: Transfiguration; Charms; Defence Against The Dark Arts; Potions; Alchemy; Study of Ancient Runes
Short bio: Patrick was born in Copenhagen, Denmark purely by accident. His parents never expected their son to be born prematurely and as it turned out their two month trip was sure cut short when Patrick decided to enter the world. Soon after his birth the family moved back to England and took residence in their newly built home in West London. Magic never played a huge part in his home but he was aware of it as it ran down his father’s side of the family and he showed all the early signs of adjusting to it just how a child should. His father holds a job as an architect within the wizarding world, assisting in making vital changes to any structures that the Ministry may request but his largest passion comes from assisting wizarding families who may find themselves in struggle with their home situation and he gladly offers his services to help them. His mother is a performer on the West End stage in London and has been featured notably with large roles in several top grossing shows.
Personality: Patrick is a smart young man with a keen interest for his passions. He takes great pride in the finer details of his work and never hesitates to put in a few extra hours just to make sure he is fully satisfied with his toil. His mother taught him never to be afraid about putting himself forward for things as that is how one reaps the best rewards so when opportunities rise, he thoroughly enjoys placing himself right in the midst and getting involved. He holds a very strong devotion to his friends and his Quidditch team as well as his work.
Wand: Fourteen inches; Mahogany; Dragon Heartstring core; Pliable.
Patronus: Brown bear
Hobbies: Patrick has always shown a keen interest in architecture ever sure his father would lay his blueprints down on the table of their London home. This leads him to find constant fascination with the world around him, especially within Hogwarts itself where he can easily spend hours wandering through the corridors to discover all it has to offer. He also loves to play Quidditch now, although he found no interest in it for the first year or two. However that soon changed when he came in as a Beater in his third year before finally deciding Keeper was actually the position for him. He's genuinely a very proud Captain. As well as this and despite the fact it may make people question him, he also thoroughly enjoys working whether in the common room or the library to keep on top of things and make sure he's achieving the best grades he can.
Pets: A tawny owl called Eponine
Personal possessions: A Starsweeper XXI Broomstick brought after the 2014 Wizarding World Cup.
Relationships:
Genevieve Braveheart - Patrick and Genevieve met for the first time upon the Hogwarts Express. They were both First Years and by the time Genevieve came and sat next to him in his carriage, it felt like Patrick had been on the train forever. The two hit it off quickly, finding they had plenty to talk about as they made the long trek and despite the fact they were placed in different houses, it didn't deter him from becoming friends with her. It was a little more difficult, given that it was easier to be around Hufflepuffs in their common room but they grew close over the years and developed a playful rivalry that stemmed onto the Quidditch pitch. The moment where he whacked a bludger right at her has not been forgotten by either of them and their banterous on pitch relationship has extended to him now attempting to prevent every single one of her points as keeper. Of course it's his job whether she's the one trying to score or not. Although she's a damn good Chaser. The pair share a lot of classes which he enjoys because after six years of friendship, he has grown kind of accustomed to having her around.
NPCs: Why am I amazing? Well….you might be here a while. |
54,228 | 1,476 | 29 | 1,231 | 727 | Walking into the great hall, Darius lets out a muffled sigh. "It is good to be home, finally..." he whispered to himself. Scanning around the room he picked up a few familiar faces and a few not known to him as well. Walking over to the small group of people that represented the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he put an arm around the shoulder of another boy. "Cap'n, I'm home~" He said in a sing-songy voice. "Your favorite utility player is back and he is most definitely ready to play~" He chuckled. Reaching out for a glass of pumpkin juice from the table, he looked about for a seat near the person he recognized out of the groups of students scattered about in the great hall. "Hey is that Genevieve over there? And is that the captain of the Hufflepuff team? Their keeper I think he is?"
Darius was dressed in his black robe, the crest of Gryffindor embroidered on the left chest region. His hair was tied back and seemingly tidy. However, if one was observant enough, they can see that he has been traveling a lot, by magical or muggle means. His robe was not the cleanest and his hair is longer than he usually keeps it. His belonging have been transported into his room and his pet polar bear is now waiting for him there as well. | Name: Darius Di' Stefano
Appearance: 5'8", athletic build, olive-colored skin, black of hair, medium length and usually kept in a ponytail.
Age:16
Year:6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Potions
Charms
Astrology
Short bio:
Darius was born in Italy to magical parents. His father was an auror and his mother was a potions master, giving him talents in both areas. As he was growing up, his parents taught him how to embrace his talents and how to live in a muggle world where people were not likely to understand him and his talents. When he became of age, he was enrolled in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Going through Platform 9-3/4 was nothing new to him. As he waltzed through the mythical gate, he knew he was ready to embrace the world he was born for.
Personality:
Darius is playful but not overly mischievous. He is rather confident in himself and can come off to those that do not know him as arrogant. He is polite to his seniors and caring for his juniors. Brave, yet not foolhardy. Strict with himself yet lenient with others.
Wand:
Cypress, with a unicorn tail hair core
Patronus: A dog (Beagle)
Hobbies:He play Quidditch for Gryffindor. His main role is a chaser but he can be employed as a beater or the makeshift seeker if needed.
Pets: A polar bear cub. Pure white in color and weighing about 200 lbs.
Personal possessions:
An Yajirushi, imported directly from Japan after the 2014 Quidditch World Cup. He uses this as his day-to-day broom.
Small pendent, encrusted with one sapphire. An iPod, charged via magic and a set of headphones to go with it, muggle clothing, more shoes than he should really have, some hats in order to blend in in the muggle world, and the usual student possessions.
Relationships:
To be made in game |
54,229 | 1,476 | 30 | 2,097 | 1,847 | Genevieve
She dropped her hands back down by her sides, smiling as Patrick turned to face her. She ran a hand through her dark black hair, a nervous habit that she picked up from her mother when she was alive. As she dropped her hand back down by her side, she felt the letter pressing up against the pocket of her robe. She cringed, hopefully unnoticeable to Patrick, and tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear. "I'm... alright." Her voice wavered slightly, as if her tears were going to come back up. She immediately forced them back down and looked at Patrick with a soft smile on her face. "Of course I won't tell you off for sleeping in, since you do it almost every day. You're lucky that you aren't late for your classes every morning."
She lets out a light hearted laugh, grasping her hands in front of her tightly. She glanced back over toward the Gryffindor table, seeing Sylvester get ambushed by Darius, their other Chaser, before turning back to Patrick and saying, "So, Sylvester and I are probably going to go out to practice some Quidditch this afternoon, just me and him. I'm sure he wouldn't care if you tagged along. I could use the practice against an enemy Keeper." She said "enemy" playfully and punched his shoulder as she did so. "Also, I'm going to need someone there if he releases the Blugders on me and I get knocked off my broom again."
She laughed at this quietly, tucking another strand of hair back behind her ear. She had hoped that he hadn't noticed her eyes were slightly red from crying earlier. She probably should've done something about that earlier, but she didn't think about that. She smiled at him and said, "So, do you want to? I mean you don't have to, but I think it would be more fun if you were there." | Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
NEWT Levels
Charms
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Potions
Runes
Short bio: Genevieve grew up in mostly Manchester, England with her two magical parents. She is a pureblood witch, but she never really wanted to be. She hated how she was different from everyone. Everyone seemed to be repelled by her when she was younger, as if her magical was driving them away, even if they didn’t know about it. She was bullied a lot for being weird and she always tended to come home crying her eyes out.
That all changed when her mother got cancer. They tried everything to save her, even spells and potions, but nothing seemed to beat it. With her last dying breath, her mother told Genevieve that if Genevieve wanted a normal life so badly, then this would be what she had to go through every day. Genevieve hated that, but she did not hate her mother for telling her. With that, she embraced her magic and her weird side. She stood up to the bullies at school and she was brave and when she turned eleven she got her letter to go to Hogwarts.
Once she got to Hogwarts, she immediately felt better about who she was and she felt confident in herself again. She was sorted into Gryffindor because the Sorting Hat saw in her mind what all that she has gone through and how her personality is now in spite of that. She plays Quidditch for her mother because her mother was an amazing Chaser and she always wanted to be like the woman who told her to embrace her weirdness.
Personality: Though she is very brave, loyal, and trusting, Genevieve is not the most outgoing person in the world. She tends to sit in her room and read rather than mess around outdoors. She does love to play Quidditch and is an amazing Chaser, just like her mother was. She is always warm and open to meeting new people, but she doesn’t really like large crowds. She doesn’t talk to very many people, but once a person is introduced to her, she is warmer toward them. She always stands up for what she believes is right, even if that means going against some rules, and she will always remain a loyal friend to whoever wants to be her friend. She takes blows as they come and always tries to overcome them with the best her of ability.
Wand: Cedar, Phoenix Feather, 12 ½ inches
Patronus: Golden Retriever (so a Dog…)
Hobbies: She is a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and loves to write and read. She also loves to dance, but she tends to dance whenever she thinks that she is alone. Besides those things, she just tends to go with the flow for whatever anyone wants to do.
Pets: An almost pure white snowy owl named Geric
Personal possessions: Her Firebolt 2000, which she got from her mother. It is three generations under the Firebolt Supreme, but it is still almost as fast as the Supreme, though it has a little less maneuverability. She has a locket from her mother which has a picture of her mother and her father in one side and her on the other side. Besides that, she has everything that she has bought.
Relationships:
Patrick Ford- Genevieve and Patrick have been close friends ever since they got to Hogwarts their first year. She wound up having to sit next to him because all of the other cars were full and she didn't have anywhere else to sit. They got to talking and became fast friends immediately. She was disappointed when she got sorted into Gryffindor and him to Hufflepuff, but that didn't stop their friendship. They hung out often and began to play against each other in Quidditch when they both joined their second year, her as a Chaser and him as a Beater. There was some rough patches though, especially after he hit the Bludger directly at her their third year and knocked her off her broom. But he was very kind afterwards and apologized for it, just stating that it was a competition and he wanted to win. They have had a friendly rivalry ever since, but it has become slightly more than a friendship to her. In fact, she has developed a minor crush on him.
NPCs: Geric, her owl; her father
Why am I amazing? Because I love to write more than anything in the world. :)
Professor Terrabeth "Terra" Carlyle
Age: 28
Position: Transfiguration Teacher
House: She does not have a house, considering she is a teacher, but she has a particular attachment to the Gryffindor house.
Short bio: Professor Carlyle was mostly a travelling witch to begin with. She was a Keeper for the most part, watching over budding wizards and witches when they were young and helping the headmaster of Hogwarts get out letters to those children. Since she always watched those children, she had to help hide their magic rom the Muggle world, so she took up Transfiguration as a helpful tool to hide it. Since she was so good at it, Professor McGonagall hired her as the Transfiguration teacher in her stead. Professor Carlyle knew that she would have a better chance at helping her students that she sent there that way and she took up the job immediately. She is originally from the U.S., so she has an American accent.
Personality: Professor Carlyle is a very caring individual and she loves children. She can be a bit of a stickler when it comes to rules, but she can also be your friend when she needs to be. She is often very quiet, listening and learning more than she is teaching, and she believes in learning by failing. She always has the students try everything first before she helps guide them to what they are supposed to do. She also is very sly and sometimes goes behind the headmaster’s or headmistress’s back to help out some of her students with tests. She is also very mischievous. She sometimes pulls pranks on her students and even some of the other teachers.
Wand: Birch, Unicorn Hair, 14 inches
Patronus: Fox
Hobbies: She enjoys a good game of Quidditch as well as reading, but she is a masterful dueler, so she is always interested in watching the Defense Against The Dark Arts classes and even helping out with dueling with the younger kids every once in a while.
Pets: A beautiful Persian cat with bright blue eyes named Critter and a tawny owl named Verona
Personal possessions: She does not really have any, except for her suitcase that has a bunch of stickers on it from all of the places she has been.
Relationships: N/A
NPCs: Critter, Verona |
54,230 | 1,476 | 31 | 1,250 | 1,504 | "I am ready." Mary readjusted her bag and led the way down through the many stairs and halls until the trio entered the great hall. Mary spotted Mad and pointed her out for Stein. "We are part way through the season so I don't know if the team has any spots open just so you know." Mary didn't care all that much for the sport, but Mad was a friend so she heard about it plenty.
After that warning Mary took a seat not that far from Mad. She smiled at the girl and gave her a small wave before turning to Jaden.
"So any new clues?" | Name: Mary Winthrop
Appearance:
Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Ravenclaw
Classes taken:
NEWTs Levels
Charms
Transfiguration
DADA
Runes
Potions
Short bio: Mary was born to a backwaters hick of a mother who believed God had punished her with Mary. Mary's father was unknown to Mary, and the source of Mary's abilities seen as the worst possibility of a deal between Satan and God. Mary's mother believed she was suffering as Job had, and to free herself of the curse she must cleanse Mary. The woman's definition of cleanse grew worse as Mary's abilities grew. These abilities were never quite under control though.
Somehow word got to Mary's father, Andrew Winthrop, about her situation. How word got to him was never something he told Mary, but late in the night he took the small 8 year old from her home and freed her. It took Mary sometime before she realized she had side-along apparated.
The next few years Mary and her father learned from each other. Mary on how to trust people again, Andrew on how the simplest thing can bring joy. Mary was grossly undereducated so Andrew lost no time in catching the girl up in general education. When the letter for Hogwarts came he beamed.
Personality: Mary is a quite girl, though very curious. One would not expect her to know the things that she knows. Unless they saw her library research history. She is not quick to trust people. It is very unlikely that anyone knows her full history. She does not talk about her mother. Due to her undereducated early in her life Mary feels like she is always trying to catch up. Her wit can be particularly scathing at times.
Wand: 8 9/10 in, stiff, Fir, Unicorn hair
Patronus: Dove
Hobbies: Reading. She never got into quidditch really. Ice skating (She loves winter near the lake and always checks to make sure the ice is thick enough and has been known to spell it to be safer). A small love for movies.
Pets: A grey cat named Perry. Perry walks funny as when he was only a few months old he fell from a stair case and broke his back, even with magical help it did not heal properly.
Personal possessions: Standard things for school at Hogwarts, and a few extra books, some muggle, most adventure novels.
Relationships: TBA
NPCs: Emma Tate, A muggle born Ravencalw same year as Mary. Emma started their friendship in their first year by discussing horror movies.
Why am I awesome? |
54,231 | 1,476 | 32 | 2,448 | 78 | Jaden
Jaden entered the great hall very much like he always did a couple nods here and a few waves there, while he was not all that popular he was a known figure around the school. Mostly because he was a prefect but he was also known for his extensive DADA training he did. Most students liked DADA of course, who wouldn't like a class where you learn to fight off monsters of the wizarding world and how to stun your friend when they are not looking. But to them it was a chance to learn some cool new spells, to Jaden it was a large way of life, much of his family going back almost five generations or more were Aurors. Since he was a young man, at the age where he could just barely understand his parents often tried to teach him about their ancestry, about the line of witches and wizards in which his blood was shared with. He was only seven, a young naive boy living with his only known relative, his grandfather who everyday showed him spells, and techniques, and the very thing that made his family famous in not only the first wizarding war but the second. Before he ever attended Hogwarts he was being trained and groomed, but as Jaden learned that was also the way of his family, to begin training even before the child has a wand. Trained to respect the wand and to use it properly and that your wand is the difference between you and an untimely death at the hand of one who would see you dead.
By time Jaden got his wand for the first time there was already a connection between him and what at the time was a magical piece of wood whose allegiance was always his. So DADA was not just a class to Jaden, it was a way of life, one his family had lived for five generations. A family that had dwindled over the years to just two lone male survivors, himself and his grandfather who would not live forever. His life at Hogwarts to him was a time of training to become what he felt it was his destiny to always be. As Jaden sat don at the Ravenclaw table he quickly surveyed the food on the table, he quickly spotted what he wanted and to his luck there was one left on the plate. Pulling out his wand he swished it as the blueberry muffin flew off the plate just out of the reach of a young student who was going for it blindly as he chatted and flew to his hand. Jaden took a large bite out of the fresh muffin as Mary waved at Madison and then turned to him questioning him about what he would have guessed was the prankster who had it out for him.
Jaden swallowed his bite of muffin as he wiped his mouth absently and replaced his wand up his arm in the holster he had attached to his wrist and spoke:
"Yeah I have plenty of clues, truth be told I could have figured it out by now but my mind often is conflicted with more important issues then a rogue prankster. Then again honestly what else is new when it comes to that particular string of words. Some might say its last year jitters or because of the impending N.E.W.T.S but... well... have you ever gotten the feeling that a darkness is..."
Jaden looked at Mary as he stopped talking mid sentence and seemed to think about what he was saying. Sinking his teeth into the muffin in his hand he played off wanting another bite knowing it probably wouldn't work and changed subjects.
"How has your studies been going of late? I myself have some times from class today so I am going to help do an introduction class into hexs with the first years in DADA. If you have any free time I am sure you could come watch for a minute, those classes always tend to get interesting." | Name:
Keanu "Jaden" Wade
Physical Features:
Eye Color: Dark blue
Hair color: dark brown
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195
Physique: Fit and toned
Scars: Has a thin scar going across his throat which is not noticeable unless you are really trying to see it. Has a deep scar across his stomach. One last scar that goes down the center of his back.
Age:
18
Year:
7th year
House:
Ravenclaw
Classes:
N.E.W.T Level courses
Potions
DADA
Transfiguration
Herbology
Charms
Short bio:
Not a lot is terribly known about Jaden mostly because anyone who really knows him chooses not to talk about it out of respect for his the silence he keeps about the incident. What is known however is that Jaden is from a small magical village located somewhere outside of Surrey England but was born in London, England where he lived until he was six. He lives now with his Grandfather who is an now retired Auror who once upon a time worked for the Ministry of Magic. Jaden lives a rather normal life compared to some, while his entire family is quite wealthy, they live a modest life not caring much for the luxuries that come with said wealth.
At school Jaden is not the most popular nor is he the most hated, he is what he likes to call secluded. Not known to be overly talkative he if often seen as a quiet person. Most any who know him think of him as a rather nice person, but also very complex, never being one to talk about himself. However where Jaden lacks social ability, he makes up for it with his amazing understanding on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Where Jaden excelled at his courses he strived even more in DADA, to the point where he is on par with the teacher. Jaden enjoys DADA and practices it everyday, even to the point where he has begun testing out new spells for defense, however none of them have panned out as of yet. Often seen shadow dueling and also taking part in school sanctioned duels, and also helping other students, he is quickly becoming a master of DADA. Due to his extensive studies of DADA and his dedication to the subject this earned him the position of Prefect for Ravenclaw. Jaden's aspirations in life is to become and Auror like his grandfather and his mother and father before him.
Personality:
Jaden is known to be quiet when he on his own time, while he is quite vocal in classes and when he helping others when they require it, he is just a secluded kind of person. Most would describe him as an incredibly generous person, and a genuinely nice person the kind that would go out of their way to help. Jaden is also incredibly intelligent and is a known strategist who loves a good game of wizards chess. He is also driven by a deep motivation, he does not easily allow himself to suffer defeat, and he has a no die attitude when it comes to his life and he inspires those around them if he is able. In reality Jaden is very eccentric when he wants to be or when he is not secluded somewhere. In the end Jaden is an enigma to other people, at one moment he is outgoing and then at the next he is quiet and not talking much, but he is passionate, dedicated and open minded and this is what people notice most about him.
Wand:
Jaden has a 13 inch black walnut wand with a phoenix feather core.
Patronus:
Jadens patronus is a dragon
Hobbies:
Jaden has a variety of hobbies that he enjoys, his top hobbies would include practicing DADA, trying to create new spells, he is a seeker on his school team in quidditch, he loves to play wizard chest, and is an avid reader.
Pets:
Owns an owl named Tarim
Personal possessions:
Jaden has a walnut trunk which has been bewitched giving it the capability to hold a lot more items then normal trunks. This is where he keeps items that are most important too him which include old pictures of his family, his school items along with his robes and his change of clothes and any extra money he may need for the year. He also owns a handcrafted chess board with matching chess pieces which was a gift from his grandfather, and of course his old black journal which he keeps his spell studies in and many other vital pieces of information.
Relationships:
None
NPCs:
None
Why am I amazing? Simply because I choose to be. |
54,232 | 1,476 | 33 | 2,097 | 1,847 | Devin Coal
Devin was delighted to hear his proposition was met with equal positivity. “First round is on me then.” He said and then gave a happy smile as Terra laughed. It was infectious as it made him smile even more. Devin turned to leave, but hesitated and became curious about the possibility that Terra had overheard the conversation he had just had with the Headmaster. He cleared his throat and for perhaps the first time at Hogwarts looked somewhat nervous.
After all, there was a difference between asking a girl you like out and asking a girl what she thinks of you. “So I am planning on taking some of the sixth and seventh years to see the leviathan migration in a few weeks. Of course it will be on the shore.” Devin then seemed to pause. “Though you can’t really understand these things from there. It is when you feel the ocean under the boat shift to its whim that you really understand just how colossal they are.” Devin then fell into one of the most dangerous traps he lays out for himself. Talking about animals and how amazing they are.
“I remember when I was younger I went on a leviathan tracking expedition off the Cape of Good Hope. Remarkable whale type. Was the size of a city almost! One crack of its tail sent a tsunami to the nearby coastal region.” Devin realized he was getting himself sidetracked and pardoned himself. “Anyways you think that isn’t reaching too far? I am still getting used to all the oversight this school seems to have and not have at the same time.” Another warm smile came across his face as he scratched the back of his neck. A sign of uncomfortable nervousness he was prone to do when he was feeling nervous.
Just a few moments later a loud chime came ringing through the halls informing students that classes were about to being. Seeing this as a good time to let his fellow professor prep for her own class Devin fought the urge to throw a flirty comment as he left. He fought it all the way till he reached the door. Upon opening it several students came flooding in. Turning back to Terra Devin smiled and with an almost boyish charm wink said “So dress for an active date. I don’t plan on falling for a woman content with just a drink and conversation.”
The giggles, stars, and whispers that followed were humorous to Devin as he left the room and the gorgeous blonde to her class. Devin then made his way down the hallway and along the staircase until he reached his own classroom. There were several students already in the classroom as he made his way to the front of the class. The big smile on his face making everyone in the room smile back.
Oliver Batch
As the clock rang out through the great hall Oliver saw one of his fellow 7th years walk in for breakfast. Looking her normal slightly grouchy self was Mimi. Likely having just rolled out of bed like she often complained about she still looked happily presentable as an example of someone not particularly in a good mood.
Having studied abroad twice and survived his fifth year OWL tests Oliver was low on constant friends he could socialize with at Hogwarts. He never regretted studying abroad; however, the cons hadn’t been as obvious as they were until he started school again after being gone his 6th year. Many of his good friends had left for magical jobs. In fact this was supposedly one of the smallest collection of 7th years Hogwarts had ever seen.
Even the people a year under him were for the most part strangers. The last two years Oliver had either been gone or studying hard with exams. Mimi on the other hand was of the select few that Oliver knew and actually had a history with. Not the kind of history one may expect, but a history none the less.
Since their younger years they had been partnered up for several school projects and that inevitably turned to Mimi being able to stand Oliver. It may not sound like much, but to those in the know that was a pretty big deal.
Oliver walked over to the Syltherin table and set his book aside. “Morning Mimi.” He said with a smile. He knew she was allergic to his good mood, but wasn’t the least bit phased by her sharp eyes as they sent mental lasers at him. Instead he continued with his kindness shields and deflected the lasers with a wink and a cup of coffee. “I take it that Magical History paper did a number on your sleep hours last night?” As Oliver sat down he nabbed a donut from a nearby plate and started snacking on it. | Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
NEWT Levels
Charms
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Potions
Runes
Short bio: Genevieve grew up in mostly Manchester, England with her two magical parents. She is a pureblood witch, but she never really wanted to be. She hated how she was different from everyone. Everyone seemed to be repelled by her when she was younger, as if her magical was driving them away, even if they didn’t know about it. She was bullied a lot for being weird and she always tended to come home crying her eyes out.
That all changed when her mother got cancer. They tried everything to save her, even spells and potions, but nothing seemed to beat it. With her last dying breath, her mother told Genevieve that if Genevieve wanted a normal life so badly, then this would be what she had to go through every day. Genevieve hated that, but she did not hate her mother for telling her. With that, she embraced her magic and her weird side. She stood up to the bullies at school and she was brave and when she turned eleven she got her letter to go to Hogwarts.
Once she got to Hogwarts, she immediately felt better about who she was and she felt confident in herself again. She was sorted into Gryffindor because the Sorting Hat saw in her mind what all that she has gone through and how her personality is now in spite of that. She plays Quidditch for her mother because her mother was an amazing Chaser and she always wanted to be like the woman who told her to embrace her weirdness.
Personality: Though she is very brave, loyal, and trusting, Genevieve is not the most outgoing person in the world. She tends to sit in her room and read rather than mess around outdoors. She does love to play Quidditch and is an amazing Chaser, just like her mother was. She is always warm and open to meeting new people, but she doesn’t really like large crowds. She doesn’t talk to very many people, but once a person is introduced to her, she is warmer toward them. She always stands up for what she believes is right, even if that means going against some rules, and she will always remain a loyal friend to whoever wants to be her friend. She takes blows as they come and always tries to overcome them with the best her of ability.
Wand: Cedar, Phoenix Feather, 12 ½ inches
Patronus: Golden Retriever (so a Dog…)
Hobbies: She is a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and loves to write and read. She also loves to dance, but she tends to dance whenever she thinks that she is alone. Besides those things, she just tends to go with the flow for whatever anyone wants to do.
Pets: An almost pure white snowy owl named Geric
Personal possessions: Her Firebolt 2000, which she got from her mother. It is three generations under the Firebolt Supreme, but it is still almost as fast as the Supreme, though it has a little less maneuverability. She has a locket from her mother which has a picture of her mother and her father in one side and her on the other side. Besides that, she has everything that she has bought.
Relationships:
Patrick Ford- Genevieve and Patrick have been close friends ever since they got to Hogwarts their first year. She wound up having to sit next to him because all of the other cars were full and she didn't have anywhere else to sit. They got to talking and became fast friends immediately. She was disappointed when she got sorted into Gryffindor and him to Hufflepuff, but that didn't stop their friendship. They hung out often and began to play against each other in Quidditch when they both joined their second year, her as a Chaser and him as a Beater. There was some rough patches though, especially after he hit the Bludger directly at her their third year and knocked her off her broom. But he was very kind afterwards and apologized for it, just stating that it was a competition and he wanted to win. They have had a friendly rivalry ever since, but it has become slightly more than a friendship to her. In fact, she has developed a minor crush on him.
NPCs: Geric, her owl; her father
Why am I amazing? Because I love to write more than anything in the world. :)
Professor Terrabeth "Terra" Carlyle
Age: 28
Position: Transfiguration Teacher
House: She does not have a house, considering she is a teacher, but she has a particular attachment to the Gryffindor house.
Short bio: Professor Carlyle was mostly a travelling witch to begin with. She was a Keeper for the most part, watching over budding wizards and witches when they were young and helping the headmaster of Hogwarts get out letters to those children. Since she always watched those children, she had to help hide their magic rom the Muggle world, so she took up Transfiguration as a helpful tool to hide it. Since she was so good at it, Professor McGonagall hired her as the Transfiguration teacher in her stead. Professor Carlyle knew that she would have a better chance at helping her students that she sent there that way and she took up the job immediately. She is originally from the U.S., so she has an American accent.
Personality: Professor Carlyle is a very caring individual and she loves children. She can be a bit of a stickler when it comes to rules, but she can also be your friend when she needs to be. She is often very quiet, listening and learning more than she is teaching, and she believes in learning by failing. She always has the students try everything first before she helps guide them to what they are supposed to do. She also is very sly and sometimes goes behind the headmaster’s or headmistress’s back to help out some of her students with tests. She is also very mischievous. She sometimes pulls pranks on her students and even some of the other teachers.
Wand: Birch, Unicorn Hair, 14 inches
Patronus: Fox
Hobbies: She enjoys a good game of Quidditch as well as reading, but she is a masterful dueler, so she is always interested in watching the Defense Against The Dark Arts classes and even helping out with dueling with the younger kids every once in a while.
Pets: A beautiful Persian cat with bright blue eyes named Critter and a tawny owl named Verona
Personal possessions: She does not really have any, except for her suitcase that has a bunch of stickers on it from all of the places she has been.
Relationships: N/A
NPCs: Critter, Verona |
54,233 | 1,476 | 34 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Mary was buttering some toast, and considering her other options for topping. She decided for orange marmalade. For a moment Mary was tempted to ask Jaden what he had been about to say. Certainly she hadn't ever experienced "last year" jitters before so she couldn't say what those felt like. The rest of what he was talking about, a darkness? Was it rising? Settling? The only issue Mary had had with this school year was that Karen was in all of her classes, except for Runes. She was thankful for that one escape. Mary shivered a bit, but shook it off with a drink of tea.
"Honestly fairly well. Mad and I are meeting at lunch time. What time are you teaching?" With Jaden's answer supplied Mary nodded. "Yeah I think I can make it. Professor McCarthy's class this year is absolutely fascinating. The work on non-verbal spells has tested me a bit further than I expected. I hope that Mad wants to work on that some more. More excitingly though we start Apparation class soon." | Name: Mary Winthrop
Appearance:
Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Ravenclaw
Classes taken:
NEWTs Levels
Charms
Transfiguration
DADA
Runes
Potions
Short bio: Mary was born to a backwaters hick of a mother who believed God had punished her with Mary. Mary's father was unknown to Mary, and the source of Mary's abilities seen as the worst possibility of a deal between Satan and God. Mary's mother believed she was suffering as Job had, and to free herself of the curse she must cleanse Mary. The woman's definition of cleanse grew worse as Mary's abilities grew. These abilities were never quite under control though.
Somehow word got to Mary's father, Andrew Winthrop, about her situation. How word got to him was never something he told Mary, but late in the night he took the small 8 year old from her home and freed her. It took Mary sometime before she realized she had side-along apparated.
The next few years Mary and her father learned from each other. Mary on how to trust people again, Andrew on how the simplest thing can bring joy. Mary was grossly undereducated so Andrew lost no time in catching the girl up in general education. When the letter for Hogwarts came he beamed.
Personality: Mary is a quite girl, though very curious. One would not expect her to know the things that she knows. Unless they saw her library research history. She is not quick to trust people. It is very unlikely that anyone knows her full history. She does not talk about her mother. Due to her undereducated early in her life Mary feels like she is always trying to catch up. Her wit can be particularly scathing at times.
Wand: 8 9/10 in, stiff, Fir, Unicorn hair
Patronus: Dove
Hobbies: Reading. She never got into quidditch really. Ice skating (She loves winter near the lake and always checks to make sure the ice is thick enough and has been known to spell it to be safer). A small love for movies.
Pets: A grey cat named Perry. Perry walks funny as when he was only a few months old he fell from a stair case and broke his back, even with magical help it did not heal properly.
Personal possessions: Standard things for school at Hogwarts, and a few extra books, some muggle, most adventure novels.
Relationships: TBA
NPCs: Emma Tate, A muggle born Ravencalw same year as Mary. Emma started their friendship in their first year by discussing horror movies.
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54,234 | 1,476 | 35 | 2,031 | 6,489 | Aella drifted through the dungeons outside of the House of Slytherin as she headed towards breakfast. Just ahead of her she spotted Peeves drifting in the shadows near the ceiling of the hall. She didn't know what he might be up to but did know that recognizing his presence was chancy at best still she didn't hesitate.
"Morning Peeves good hunting" she said as she passed him and for her trouble was pelted with a three stale rolls from the kitchens.
Aella smiled rather than become angry because she knew that Peeves had actually shown her friendship in his own odd way by just throwing rolls, he could have tossed something nasty. The school poltergeist was a mystery to most of the students and many of the professors but those who attended Ghoul Studies were either begining or already understood why he was here and why he did what he did. This understanding was because of Miss Night who knew all there was to be known about poltergeist and had taught her students well.
Soon she was in the great hall and taking a seat at the Slytherin table smiling as those nearest her moved away a bit looking at her hair and cape trying to detect where Nos was hiding. Most teenagers would feel loss by being almost always alone but to Aella it seemed a normal aspect of her life here and at home, besides as long as Nos was with her she never felt alone.
Her selection of food from the table wasn't as filled with sweets as her peers who seemed to be slaves to gluttony. She always ate for the benefit of her body which needed every once of energy she could gather to keep up with her busy day. | Why I am Amazing
NAME : Aella Arcane
BLOODLINE : Pureblood
AGE : 16
YEAR : 6
HOUSE : SLYTHERIN
BIO : Born in Wales in the family manor "Mountain Flower" on the summit of Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) to Gwyner and Loff Arcane. Her mother is 74 and her father 92. Both parents remained neutral during the wizarding wars preferring instead to isolate themselves behind the walls of their palatial manor.
Aella is the youngest child of the Arcane Family. She has three siblings the youngest of which is 25 years her senior. Raised by servants and treated as an unwanted burden Aella has little love of her family as she's very much raised herself.
The Arcanes are a wealthy family who claim descent from the Moragan and Royalty. The former there is no proof to support but the latter is documented though their kingdom was quite small.
Aella's siblings are two witches and a wizard. Their names are Braggia (46), Gertrude (41) and Uthor (53). Uthor is in Azkaban for the import of forbidden items, Braggia is the wife of Ceril Green and Gertrude owns an auction house that does objects of magic or magical history..
Her siblings view her as an intruder but have never gone out of their way to torment, control or rid themselves of. To do so would mean that they've actually noticed Aella.
At school she's been a different sort of Slytherin who doesn't use fear as a tool but by understanding those around her by careful observation and an unusual empathy usually absent in her housemates.
Also unlike her sisters of the serpent has thrown herself into presenting herself as helpful to the teachers and staff. None can recall Aella ever using magic to torment weaker students in fact coming to the defense of a few. This is not to say that Aella has never used magic on anyone for she has and does when she's offended with her favorite spells being charms followed by hexes..
Her parents while distant are demanding always expecting Aella to conform to their every command. During the summer break she has been tutored since she was 11 by various wizards and witches making Hogwarts a chance to relax for her.
PERSONALITY : Aella is ambitious as well as driven to succeed so that she may escape her family and it's control on her. She hates potions classes saying if she needs to cook she'll hire one which explains why her grades are only good enough to pass. In DADA and Charms she is obsessive about owning every book she can find no matter the price or questionable origins. Rebellious against her parents she has actually cultivated a taste for many forms of Muggle Music often times playing them on her piano or one of many boom box systems she hides around the manor and grounds.
Aella has always loved annoying her parents sensibilities and even embarrassing them in front of guests once going so far as inviting muggle boy to dinner who had the memory erased from his mind. Aella began keeping spiders as pets because of her mother's fear of arachnids then becoming fascinated by them and collecting 100s of them. This caused her mom so much worry she moved Aella to the farthest wing of the manor and never steps foot on her floor. She causes her father concern by stretching her expenses and being seen with both muggle girls and boys.
Vindictive Aella rarely acts suddenly unless forced to instead preferring a calculated stealth attack. Once committed to the attack though she is brutally efficient and sadistic.
Wand:(neutral wood, the stronger the will, the more effective the spells.)
9 an 3/4 inches slender and flexible.
Core
(useful for charms and jinxes
Patronus : Blaidd (Wolf) Spider
Hobbies: Caring for and breeding of Spiders, Reading and researching Hexes, Music (Piano, Singing), People watching and book collecting.
(Night Shadow) which is a species of Tarantula from Asia that has a 7 to 9 inch leg span and are called "The Peacock Spider"
Personal possessions: 1 Hatch & Mortimus Witch's Steamer Trunk 4.5 x 3 x 2.5 ft. (Exterior) 12 x 6.5 x 8 ft. (Interior)
1 Featherlight book bracelet that reduces books to the size of charm bracelet charms which can be then hung from the bracelet (32 books)
Classes:
Charms
Transfiguration
Care of Magical Creatures
Study of Ancient Runes
History of Magic.
Ghoul Studies
Relationships: I'd love to have at least a friend
NPCs: I'd love to write up a Teacher for Ghoul Studies
NPC PROFESSOR OXYNTE
GHOUL STUDIES
PROFESSOR
Acantha Oxynte
(Afectionatly Known As
Miss Night)
AGE : 25 (But is actually much older)
CLASS : Ghoul Studies (This is an elective and takes place shortly after nightfall.)
SCHOOLING : (Primary) Koldovstoretz school of Witch Craft and Wizardry
(Specialized) Euro-Glyph School of Extraordinary Languages
Bio : Born somewhere in Greece around 1949 Acantha was what was known as a temple child because her mother was the Last High Priestess of Hecate and her father unknown. Conceived to be her mother's sucessor Acantha's destiny changed in a senseless attack which left her an Orphan and destroyed the temple she'd called home for her first nine years of life.
Raised by an Aunt who was barely related to her Acantha was and still is watched over by her mother's ghost and is the reason she is considered one of the Wizarding World's experts on Ghosts, Specters, Spirits and Poltergeist..
She attended Koldovstoretz in Russia where she proved a quick learner but a problem because of her ability to call Ghosts to herself. Still even with all of Acantha's Spectral troubles she graduated in the upper 10% of her class and went on to study Euro-Glyph School of Extraordinary Languages in Paris France.
Also an expert maker of potions it is known by a few that Acantha has discovered a potion to slow aging or that is at least the suspicion which is why her actual age doesn't match her perceived age.
Sought out by the Death Eaters in the first war Acantha became their enemy for refusing to join them and actually aiding those against them. And in the lull between wars Acantha made friends with Minerva McGonagall who later asked her to become the former Ghouls teacher's replacement.
She has written 23 books on the various types of Ghosts, Specters and Poltergeist her most famous "The Fetters that Bind and The Dead have Feelings" she also has written 9 books on deciphering the texts of antiquity.
PERSONALITY : Acantha is in simple terms spooky many claiming they get a chill whenever she's near, this could be due to the fact that she is always accompanied by a Ghost or just nerves. She's most definitely a night person who's rarely seen out in daylight and when she is she wears dark glasses and a large hat.
Friendly unless angered Acantha can become a powerful foe who's mastery of spirit magic can summon an army of Ghosts to her aid.
Patient and thoughtful she genuinely enjoys teaching often helping her students in classes outside of her own.
WAND : (neutral wood, the stronger the will, the more effective the spells.)
11 inches slender and flexible.
Core
(Extremly Useful for Dark Arts and Stunning)
PATRONUS : A Huge Cerberus
HOBBIES : Writing, Training animals of various type (Most often Dogs or Wolves)
PET : A Large snow white Irish Wolfhound who can rest his paws on Hagrid's shoulders and look him in the eyes
Deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts is found the Serpentine Hall and the classroom of Ghoul Studies.
Serpentine Hall not properly part of the Dungeons but the entrance to the Catacombs but by Salazar Slytherin in the tenth century. The hall is home to some of Hogwarts most beautiful stonework and sculpted art. But like many such places it is a facade that hides behind it's beauty many secrets in the Catacombs of Hogwarts.
This lonely hall is the place quoted in the legend of horrors that the older students and siblings use to frighten and astound. It is haunted by ghosts which names are known to only other ghosts and of Course the Professor of Ghoul Studies Miss Oxyntes (Pronounced Ox y nite though some few students call her Miss Night)
The quiet Miss Night is almost never seen above ground in daylight and at night seen more outdoors except on rare occasions at Feasts or important school functions. When she speaks people must strain to hear her but she has demonstrated either an ability or spell that emits a scream equal to a Banshee's which she used to drive back a group of three direwolves that had wandered on campus.
Her quarters are off her classroom and were once an abandoned crypt built for one of the Heirs of Slytherin and are twice as spacious as those of the other professors. (The only draw back is no view.) The Ghoul Studies class is conducted in the catacombs themselves but has as it's actual classroom is a small amphitheater who's lectern sets recessed into a natural half dome of Large crystals. The students desks are spacious and even described as comfy and sit 3-6-12-28 on each level. Four seats are occupied permanently, 2 on the highest level with 1 each on levels 2 an 3. ( 1 Mummy and a Skeleton top level, 1 Ghoul on the third and a former student's ghost on the second level)
The Ghoul Studies class at present has only four registered students. (Aella Arcane 6th year Slytherin. Bella Sinclair 5th year Ravenclaw, 4th year Ravenclaw and Horace Uthur 166th year At Large former Gryffindor 7th year)
Class begins exactly two hours after dark or evening meal in the long nights of winter. Usually Miss Night tells her class the history of the area they'll visit that night or the legends of the ghosts they might encounter. Sometimes though Miss Night's mother and a ghost takes over teaching a portion of the course mother and daughter call practical questions and answers. No one his sure what Miss night does on those night's which she doesn't appear to teach.
Once a month Miss Night locks the students in a catacomb section where Peeves is allowed to play with them anyway he wishes so long as they are not harmed. ( Feel free to try magic on Peeves but be warned that he's resisted many attempts to expel him and a couple of those that tried had to leave the school shortly afterwards.)
"SHE'S SO AMAZING" |
54,235 | 1,476 | 36 | 2,448 | 78 | Jaden
"Ah apparition I always did particularly enjoy feeling like I was being squeezed through a normal piece of rubber tubing you might find in an vehicle. I remember my first apparition was done when I was six, I remember it because... well at a young age when someone grabs you and you feel like your entire body is being crushed, you tend to remember it. Just be sure to be near a trash can when its all said and done, first times can be rather... explosive from the stomach if you know what I mean."
Jaden took another bite from the muffin as it seemed to be losing its taste, it was normal for him to lose his appetite when he recounted events from when he was younger. The years between six and eight were rather hard years on him, and would take more then a strong memory charm to erase those memories, at least to him anyways. Truthfully he had considered an memory charm to make himself forget the whole thing, however upon learning that memory charms can be reversed and the consequences of such could be disastrous, he had declined to have to done in the end. The last place he wanted to end up was St.Mungos in some cheesy open robe drooling one second, then screaming the next for the rest of his life. Jaden shook that particular thought from his mind, him in an open ended robe ranting like a lunatic did not appease him all that much, instead he finished his muffin as he took an empty cup and filled it with pumpkin juice taking a large swig turning back to Mary.
"Non-verbal spells can be pretty tricky at times, honestly my grandfather taught me the ins and outs of that type of spell casting so I was prepared for it when the year came to learn it. Grandfather was always very particular about training in the summer time, it wasn't twenty four seven of course but me and him, beside wizards chess, our past time is dueling each other in an open field far outside of possible prying eyes. Once upon a time my grandfather was a pretty fast dueler, he has lost some speed in his age but I can tell you from experience that what he now lacks in pace he makes up for in strategy. Perhaps if you and Madison ever need some extra training I can give you guys a hand here an there." | Name:
Keanu "Jaden" Wade
Physical Features:
Eye Color: Dark blue
Hair color: dark brown
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195
Physique: Fit and toned
Scars: Has a thin scar going across his throat which is not noticeable unless you are really trying to see it. Has a deep scar across his stomach. One last scar that goes down the center of his back.
Age:
18
Year:
7th year
House:
Ravenclaw
Classes:
N.E.W.T Level courses
Potions
DADA
Transfiguration
Herbology
Charms
Short bio:
Not a lot is terribly known about Jaden mostly because anyone who really knows him chooses not to talk about it out of respect for his the silence he keeps about the incident. What is known however is that Jaden is from a small magical village located somewhere outside of Surrey England but was born in London, England where he lived until he was six. He lives now with his Grandfather who is an now retired Auror who once upon a time worked for the Ministry of Magic. Jaden lives a rather normal life compared to some, while his entire family is quite wealthy, they live a modest life not caring much for the luxuries that come with said wealth.
At school Jaden is not the most popular nor is he the most hated, he is what he likes to call secluded. Not known to be overly talkative he if often seen as a quiet person. Most any who know him think of him as a rather nice person, but also very complex, never being one to talk about himself. However where Jaden lacks social ability, he makes up for it with his amazing understanding on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Where Jaden excelled at his courses he strived even more in DADA, to the point where he is on par with the teacher. Jaden enjoys DADA and practices it everyday, even to the point where he has begun testing out new spells for defense, however none of them have panned out as of yet. Often seen shadow dueling and also taking part in school sanctioned duels, and also helping other students, he is quickly becoming a master of DADA. Due to his extensive studies of DADA and his dedication to the subject this earned him the position of Prefect for Ravenclaw. Jaden's aspirations in life is to become and Auror like his grandfather and his mother and father before him.
Personality:
Jaden is known to be quiet when he on his own time, while he is quite vocal in classes and when he helping others when they require it, he is just a secluded kind of person. Most would describe him as an incredibly generous person, and a genuinely nice person the kind that would go out of their way to help. Jaden is also incredibly intelligent and is a known strategist who loves a good game of wizards chess. He is also driven by a deep motivation, he does not easily allow himself to suffer defeat, and he has a no die attitude when it comes to his life and he inspires those around them if he is able. In reality Jaden is very eccentric when he wants to be or when he is not secluded somewhere. In the end Jaden is an enigma to other people, at one moment he is outgoing and then at the next he is quiet and not talking much, but he is passionate, dedicated and open minded and this is what people notice most about him.
Wand:
Jaden has a 13 inch black walnut wand with a phoenix feather core.
Patronus:
Jadens patronus is a dragon
Hobbies:
Jaden has a variety of hobbies that he enjoys, his top hobbies would include practicing DADA, trying to create new spells, he is a seeker on his school team in quidditch, he loves to play wizard chest, and is an avid reader.
Pets:
Owns an owl named Tarim
Personal possessions:
Jaden has a walnut trunk which has been bewitched giving it the capability to hold a lot more items then normal trunks. This is where he keeps items that are most important too him which include old pictures of his family, his school items along with his robes and his change of clothes and any extra money he may need for the year. He also owns a handcrafted chess board with matching chess pieces which was a gift from his grandfather, and of course his old black journal which he keeps his spell studies in and many other vital pieces of information.
Relationships:
None
NPCs:
None
Why am I amazing? Simply because I choose to be. |
54,236 | 1,476 | 37 | 983 | 5,954 | As soon as one left, another appeared. In this case it was everyone's makeshift quidditch player, Darius. The player wrapped his arm around his captain's shoulders and spoke with the singsong voice of a bird flying around on a springs day. Even on a cold wintery day as this his presence was one that warms the soul. "Heh, yo Darius. I take it that you had a great vacation?" He smirked at him and leaned back as he sipped his cup of coffee, eying some lovelies from the Ravenclaw table. "Don't be so eager. After that shit performance last game I'm gonna be drilling you all until you beg for mercy." Sylvester said in a way that seemed like he was joking, laughing lightly at what he said, but if anyone knew him well enough then they knew that he meant every word of it. At Darius question, he glanced towards Genevieve's direction at the Hufflepuff table. "Patrick Ford, captain of the Hufflepuff team and one of the school's best keepers. Those two are friends, didn't you know that?"
"Anyway, the training schedule should be posted in the common room later today so make sure to look for it. By the way, I promised Genevieve that I would help her with her broom riding outside of practice, but I need someone who can help out as a beater in case things go awry. Can I rely on you for that?" Sylvester gave Darius his trademark charming smile that typically could get anyone to do what he wants, when working in conjunction of his Veela abilities of course. | Name: Lindsey Sinclair
Appearance: 5'1”, slender.
Age: 14
Year: 4th Year
House: Hufflepuff
Classes taken: N/A
Short bio: Magic stems from her father's side, with a long history of insignificant muggles on her mother's side – except, of course, for Lindsey's eternally significant mother, Helen. Raised with one older and one younger brother, Lindsey was often left alone while her brothers conspired in their boys-only activities. Consequently, she became fairly independent and quiet, spending more time with adults than children her own age. Although Lindsey's family knew riches somewhere in the past, she was raised in a fairly modest cottage atop a more impressive stretch of farmland. Lindsey was often kept from the work that was purely manual labor, but in turn she was often by her uncle's side when it came to the care-taking of the animals.
Her childhood was fairly simple and stable, with no outstanding moments to cause particularly strong emotions. Despite her youth, Lindsey spent a lot of time aiding her uncle in his labors. Her magical abilities didn't manifest themselves until she turned 8 years of age, when she made a tool her uncle needed come to her grasp during an emergency. After that, her farther became a larger figure in her life when it came to basic magical training.
Personality: Lindsey is, at a glance, soft. She speaks quietly, though often with a smile, and she's hard to rouse into a rage. She can be succinctly described as a bleeding heart, which was surely the cause of her being placed into Hufflepuff. Although she's capable of logic, Lindsey sometimes fails to dismiss the cruel words of some of her peers and, though she won't openly cry, will become subdued and listless for a short while. There seems to be a limit to her darker emotional periods, however, and whether she wills it or not, her mood eventually returns to a bright optimism. There are some perks to being raised with brothers on a farm, though: Lindsey has some physical ability to defend herself and can fight dirty, if she's even compelled to do so. Her anger is rarely stirred, and often only due to cruel treatment of animals or those she deems defenseless, at which point Lindsey develops a slightly savage twist to her personality.
Wand: Birch, 10 inches, Hippogriff feather, flexible.
Patronus: Wolverine
Hobbies: Animal care, reading, climbing to the highest places she can reach.
Pets: Mister the 20lb Norwegian Forest Cat
Personal possessions: School supplies, a large rainbow umbrella, a small bag with a fairly intensive medical/survival collection, a variety of medical and husbandry books concerning a variety of beasts such as hippogriffs, dragons, salamanders, cows, so forth.
Relationships: None as of yet.
NPCs: Her two brothers: Marcus, 7th year; Cassidy, 3nd year.
Why am I amazing? Seriously, I don't know. Why? |
54,237 | 1,476 | 38 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Mary didn't respond at first she was thinking, still hearing what Jaden said of course. She'd have to invite him to one of their study sessions later that was for sure. Her thoughts were still on Apparation. She remembered that feeling, and how she thought she would die. "It won't be my first time." Mary finally says, her bread long gone and tea mostly gone. Her voice barely audible in the bustling Great Hall. The tone similar to Jaden's ears, she only used it when talking about anything from before she was nine.
She took an apple from a bowl and bit from it, then said. "I'll ask Mad later to see if she's up for having you join us. She'll probably say yes." The tone was now gone and Mary could once again be heard over the din. "We have Runes first I think." Mary could remember just about anything she wanted, but she still couldn't get her class schedule straight. She always kept a copy of it in her bag, even toward the end of the semester. | Name: Mary Winthrop
Appearance:
Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Ravenclaw
Classes taken:
NEWTs Levels
Charms
Transfiguration
DADA
Runes
Potions
Short bio: Mary was born to a backwaters hick of a mother who believed God had punished her with Mary. Mary's father was unknown to Mary, and the source of Mary's abilities seen as the worst possibility of a deal between Satan and God. Mary's mother believed she was suffering as Job had, and to free herself of the curse she must cleanse Mary. The woman's definition of cleanse grew worse as Mary's abilities grew. These abilities were never quite under control though.
Somehow word got to Mary's father, Andrew Winthrop, about her situation. How word got to him was never something he told Mary, but late in the night he took the small 8 year old from her home and freed her. It took Mary sometime before she realized she had side-along apparated.
The next few years Mary and her father learned from each other. Mary on how to trust people again, Andrew on how the simplest thing can bring joy. Mary was grossly undereducated so Andrew lost no time in catching the girl up in general education. When the letter for Hogwarts came he beamed.
Personality: Mary is a quite girl, though very curious. One would not expect her to know the things that she knows. Unless they saw her library research history. She is not quick to trust people. It is very unlikely that anyone knows her full history. She does not talk about her mother. Due to her undereducated early in her life Mary feels like she is always trying to catch up. Her wit can be particularly scathing at times.
Wand: 8 9/10 in, stiff, Fir, Unicorn hair
Patronus: Dove
Hobbies: Reading. She never got into quidditch really. Ice skating (She loves winter near the lake and always checks to make sure the ice is thick enough and has been known to spell it to be safer). A small love for movies.
Pets: A grey cat named Perry. Perry walks funny as when he was only a few months old he fell from a stair case and broke his back, even with magical help it did not heal properly.
Personal possessions: Standard things for school at Hogwarts, and a few extra books, some muggle, most adventure novels.
Relationships: TBA
NPCs: Emma Tate, A muggle born Ravencalw same year as Mary. Emma started their friendship in their first year by discussing horror movies.
Why am I awesome? |
54,238 | 1,476 | 39 | 2,448 | 78 | Jaden
Jaden became silent when Mary started to speak in a low voice, something that he had gotten use to over their years together, it simply meant that he had treaded on more sensitive memories. Jaden picked up his goblet as he took the last remaining drink from it and set it back on the table. Truthfully he wanted so much to ask what was really on Mary's mind when she went quiet like that, but he knew better then anyone in the great hall that some things were best left alone until the one who bared them day and night chose to talk about them. Perhaps one of the things that made them get along so well was the fact that they both had a dark past of sorts, neither was willing to talk about it for reasons unknown to the other, and neither asked about it out of respect. Even when Mary went back to speaking normally Jaden still wanted to ask, reaching into his robes he pulled out the black journal in his robes and opened it to a clean page. Reached back into his pocket he pulled out a quill with a simple enchantment that keep ink on the tip, he jotted down a couple lines in the black book shyly just in case of prying eye's and then returned it to his pocket as he regained his normal posture and spoke:
"Well if nothing else you won't have to deal with Karen, thats always a good start to the morning."
Jaden diverted his eye's as he looked around the great hall and saw the blonde across the hall, turning back he sort of shrugged inside for his own personal self, but that girl really did have a knack for trying to intimidate others. An that scarf she wore Jaden didn't personally care for either, he did not know what it specifically did but he had heard pray tell of those who had come in contact with the thing. Jaden truly did not see why people feared the young woman, but then again he rarely found himself in her presence all that much. If there was one true thing about Jaden it was that no one knew enough about him to exploit anything, he had made sure of that over the years. Next to no one even knew his actual name was not Jaden at all, except the teachers of course but they respected his reasons for not letting people know it. So naturally there was truly nothing Karen could do to him either way it went.
"That girl puts a bitter taste in my mouth at times, iv been privy to some conversation from other students that she was being rather cruel to them with her teasing them about personal problems. She seems nice enough at times I suppose, but her habit of teasing and intimidating people is to be desired."
Jaden spoke a tad lower like Mary had done before so that possible on lookers would not catch on to who he was talking about. Truth was he wasn't into people who teased other people for fun. He wanted to do something about it but unfortunately if he is not privy to it personally there is not much he can do. Hearsay is not an appropriate reason to give other detention or worse, either way Mary was bother by Karen and that he didn't like.
"If by chance she were to bother you, tell me about it I will take care of it. She might scare some around here but I am not one of them." | Name:
Keanu "Jaden" Wade
Physical Features:
Eye Color: Dark blue
Hair color: dark brown
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195
Physique: Fit and toned
Scars: Has a thin scar going across his throat which is not noticeable unless you are really trying to see it. Has a deep scar across his stomach. One last scar that goes down the center of his back.
Age:
18
Year:
7th year
House:
Ravenclaw
Classes:
N.E.W.T Level courses
Potions
DADA
Transfiguration
Herbology
Charms
Short bio:
Not a lot is terribly known about Jaden mostly because anyone who really knows him chooses not to talk about it out of respect for his the silence he keeps about the incident. What is known however is that Jaden is from a small magical village located somewhere outside of Surrey England but was born in London, England where he lived until he was six. He lives now with his Grandfather who is an now retired Auror who once upon a time worked for the Ministry of Magic. Jaden lives a rather normal life compared to some, while his entire family is quite wealthy, they live a modest life not caring much for the luxuries that come with said wealth.
At school Jaden is not the most popular nor is he the most hated, he is what he likes to call secluded. Not known to be overly talkative he if often seen as a quiet person. Most any who know him think of him as a rather nice person, but also very complex, never being one to talk about himself. However where Jaden lacks social ability, he makes up for it with his amazing understanding on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Where Jaden excelled at his courses he strived even more in DADA, to the point where he is on par with the teacher. Jaden enjoys DADA and practices it everyday, even to the point where he has begun testing out new spells for defense, however none of them have panned out as of yet. Often seen shadow dueling and also taking part in school sanctioned duels, and also helping other students, he is quickly becoming a master of DADA. Due to his extensive studies of DADA and his dedication to the subject this earned him the position of Prefect for Ravenclaw. Jaden's aspirations in life is to become and Auror like his grandfather and his mother and father before him.
Personality:
Jaden is known to be quiet when he on his own time, while he is quite vocal in classes and when he helping others when they require it, he is just a secluded kind of person. Most would describe him as an incredibly generous person, and a genuinely nice person the kind that would go out of their way to help. Jaden is also incredibly intelligent and is a known strategist who loves a good game of wizards chess. He is also driven by a deep motivation, he does not easily allow himself to suffer defeat, and he has a no die attitude when it comes to his life and he inspires those around them if he is able. In reality Jaden is very eccentric when he wants to be or when he is not secluded somewhere. In the end Jaden is an enigma to other people, at one moment he is outgoing and then at the next he is quiet and not talking much, but he is passionate, dedicated and open minded and this is what people notice most about him.
Wand:
Jaden has a 13 inch black walnut wand with a phoenix feather core.
Patronus:
Jadens patronus is a dragon
Hobbies:
Jaden has a variety of hobbies that he enjoys, his top hobbies would include practicing DADA, trying to create new spells, he is a seeker on his school team in quidditch, he loves to play wizard chest, and is an avid reader.
Pets:
Owns an owl named Tarim
Personal possessions:
Jaden has a walnut trunk which has been bewitched giving it the capability to hold a lot more items then normal trunks. This is where he keeps items that are most important too him which include old pictures of his family, his school items along with his robes and his change of clothes and any extra money he may need for the year. He also owns a handcrafted chess board with matching chess pieces which was a gift from his grandfather, and of course his old black journal which he keeps his spell studies in and many other vital pieces of information.
Relationships:
None
NPCs:
None
Why am I amazing? Simply because I choose to be. |
54,239 | 1,476 | 40 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Mary made a face like she had smelled something bad. Then searched the hall for the girl. The pair of them had never gotten along. They never would. Karen was evil in Mary's mind. She had somehow in their first year realized Mary's aversion to her, Mary was sure that Karen knew as much as why Mary avoided her, though not the full why. Just that it had something to do with her zelotry.
Avoiding Karen had been easier back then the Ravenclaws shared so few classes with the Gryffindors, but now they had almost every class together. All of Mary's classes except Runes were with the blonde Gryffindor.
"I just try not to draw her attention. Even if that never seems to work. As long as I don't somehow end up alone with her." Mary shifted, rotating her shoulder as if someone she didnt wamt to had touched it. "I think Professor McCarthy noticed I sit as far away from her as possible. I used to be the first in the class and now I try to show up after her so I can pick my seat according. No one else has said anything, and we'll he hasn't said anything about it so much as well making sure we aren't paired." Mary looked up at the teacher's table and easily spotted the DADA professor. He looked relaxed leaned back in his seat and partially watching the students as he ate his own breakfast. To Mary he liked tired. Everyone knew his wife sometimes met him in Hogsmead, Mary wondered if she had last night. | Name: Mary Winthrop
Appearance:
Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Ravenclaw
Classes taken:
NEWTs Levels
Charms
Transfiguration
DADA
Runes
Potions
Short bio: Mary was born to a backwaters hick of a mother who believed God had punished her with Mary. Mary's father was unknown to Mary, and the source of Mary's abilities seen as the worst possibility of a deal between Satan and God. Mary's mother believed she was suffering as Job had, and to free herself of the curse she must cleanse Mary. The woman's definition of cleanse grew worse as Mary's abilities grew. These abilities were never quite under control though.
Somehow word got to Mary's father, Andrew Winthrop, about her situation. How word got to him was never something he told Mary, but late in the night he took the small 8 year old from her home and freed her. It took Mary sometime before she realized she had side-along apparated.
The next few years Mary and her father learned from each other. Mary on how to trust people again, Andrew on how the simplest thing can bring joy. Mary was grossly undereducated so Andrew lost no time in catching the girl up in general education. When the letter for Hogwarts came he beamed.
Personality: Mary is a quite girl, though very curious. One would not expect her to know the things that she knows. Unless they saw her library research history. She is not quick to trust people. It is very unlikely that anyone knows her full history. She does not talk about her mother. Due to her undereducated early in her life Mary feels like she is always trying to catch up. Her wit can be particularly scathing at times.
Wand: 8 9/10 in, stiff, Fir, Unicorn hair
Patronus: Dove
Hobbies: Reading. She never got into quidditch really. Ice skating (She loves winter near the lake and always checks to make sure the ice is thick enough and has been known to spell it to be safer). A small love for movies.
Pets: A grey cat named Perry. Perry walks funny as when he was only a few months old he fell from a stair case and broke his back, even with magical help it did not heal properly.
Personal possessions: Standard things for school at Hogwarts, and a few extra books, some muggle, most adventure novels.
Relationships: TBA
NPCs: Emma Tate, A muggle born Ravencalw same year as Mary. Emma started their friendship in their first year by discussing horror movies.
Why am I awesome? |
54,240 | 1,476 | 41 | 2,510 | 878 | Madison "Mad" Flaherty
Madison looked curiously at the 4th year who was walking towards her. What did he want? She smiled at Mary and Jaden as they walked past. Jaden was hot... Too hot. There must be something or someone in his background for them looks. She searched her memory for what bloodline he was, but she found herself unable to recall a time she had been told what he was. She made a mental note to ask him the next time she got.
Madison suddenly remembered that Ravenclaw's next Quidditch match was against Gryffindor. She thought she had probably go to shake Slyvester Evans' hand - only tradition Ravenclaw had. She stood up and raced over to the Gryffindor table, focusing her gaze on Slyvester Evans.
"Hey there, just thought I'd wish you luck for the upcoming Quidditch match. Of course, Ravenclaw will beat you, so have fun trying!" | Name - Devin Coal
Age - 27
Position - Care for Magical Creatures
Short bio
Born and raised in Cape Town, South Africa Devin has had a life full of adventure. His family is completely muggle born save for his great great great great grandfather. Needless to say everyone was surprised, but thankfully supportive. A magical school in South Africa helped with bringing David into the world of magic. After seven years with a specialty in Care for Magical Creatures Devin left to work for the magical community in Africa.
During his time in Africa Devin worked with both muggle NGO’s and the International Magical Creature Protection group. He was able to travel all over Africa protecting both muggle and magical creatures from greedy poachers. He loved his work, but found it depressing that no matter how hard he worked the job wasn’t seeing any results other than temporary.
While traveling for a conference Devin met the former Care For Magical Creatures for Hogwarts. They immediately hit it off, and after some convincing Devin was talked into doing a career swap. The change in pace is something Devin is excited for and after getting the green light from the IMCP and Hogwarts he packed his backpack and began a summer trip traveling slowly towards Hogwarts.
Personality
Friendly, adaptable, action-oriented. A "Doer" who can be often focused on immediate results. He lives in the here-and-now, absolutely a risk-takers who lives a fast-paced lifestyle. Can grow impatient with long explanations. Extremely loyal to his peers, but not usually respectful of laws and rules if they get in the way of getting things done. Great people skills.
Wand: Yew, 10” Fire Lion Mane Hair
Patronus: Giant Eagle
Hobbies: Birding - Hiking - Animals
Pets: Numerous
Relationships
Since Devin grew up and went to school in South Africa he has little to no relationships with students or teachers at Hogwarts. |
54,241 | 1,476 | 42 | 2,528 | 277 | Nicholas Hornhill
The boy's bed room was almost empty by the time Nick woke up. His alarm went off a good 45 minutes ago before he was finally able to summon all the will power needed to get out of bed. His limbs and thighs felt stiff and sore from all the practices they've been doing from the passed few days, what with the Gryffindor's first lost in the season, Evans hasnt rest for a moment since until they've all been beaten good during practices. Despite all that however, Nick hasnt seen Ian around, which meant that he's still doing his morning routines as usual. Nick didnt even bother to try and copy him because he believe Quidditch practices are enough to keep his body fit, and besides, his 'projects of mischief' are keeping him up most nights, and he really needed that extra time for sleep.
By the time he's done changing into his school robes, his tummy was growling like Leo. So without anymore delay, Nick slings his school bag on one shoulder and then started to make his way towards the Great Hall, passing through the almost deserted Gryffindor common room, and then out of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Had some good night sleep, dear?" the Fat Lady called.
The Fat Lady has somewhat took a certain fondness of Nick ever since because he usually gives her compliments (or attention) she hardly gets from other students, and in return, she lets him (and others as long as they're with Nick) pass through her some nights during off hours without telling the other teachers.
"Not much, I had to finish something." Nick looked back, giving her a mischievous grin. "Oh, by the way, is it just me or you look exquisitely slimmer than the last time I saw you. I dont know, must be the new dress?" Nick said, though the Fat Lady looked exactly the same for the last 20 years, that made her giggle like a young maiden, and probably made her blush too if Nick cared to look. With that Nick walked off towards breakfast.
The Great Hall was already bustling with activities when Nick arrived. As he entered the hall, Nick didnt even bother to stay low or cool, no, that was Damian's thing, but instead he answered all the nods, waves, hellos, and even a few cat calls he got over from the Slytherin table with just the same fervor. He wasnt exactly popular like some kind of an idol (though that would be nice too), but Nick's definitely has made a reputation in school, what with playing the role of Keeper for his House's team, and surely, mainly because he's one of biggest prankster to have ever walked Hogwart's halls after the legendary Weasley twins (unbeknownst to most teachers of course).
Nick scanned the Gryffindor table for Ian, but saw that he hasnt arrived yet, which is a bit strange since he usually arrives first than Nick. Without much choice, he found himself seated amongst his other Gryffindor teammates.
"Where have you gone off to now, Darius? The Grand Canyon or something? Really, you could use some proper washing." Nick said eyeing Darius' dirty clothing, "Anyway, we are one Chaser short, and its about time you work your butt off the same as we did from passed couple of days. But really its good to have you back, we at least have a greater chance at winning that cup now that you're here, right Captain?" Nick winked at Sylvester playfully, while filling his plate with two slices of fresh baked bread and a couple of bacon strips and an egg.
"Speaking of missing players, I havent seen Ian around. Has anyone of you saw him by any chance?" Nick asked, looking around for Damian amongst the Gryffindor crowd. | Name: Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill
Age: 17
Year: 6th year
House: Gryffindor
Classes Taken:
Transfiguration
Potions
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Alchemy
Herbology
Astronomy
Short bio: Born in a muggle family of doctors, Nick was the first to receive his Hogwarts Acceptance Letter. It all came as a shock knowing that there hasnt been the slightest indication of magic in his family at any point in time. His father thought it was absurd and didnt approved of it a single bit. Nick also thought it was absurd at first, but felt incredibly curious to see for himself what this Hogwart's school really is. So with annoying persistence, he finally convinced his father to send him to the said school, and was really glad that he did.
Personality: Firm in his decisions and can be quite persistent. Once he set his mind into something he will not stop at nothing to make it come true no matter how crazy and reckless it is. Nick is quite inquisitive, and always snooping that has definitely gotten him into all kinds of tight situations just because he has the will to meddle in things he shouldnt be meddling with.
Wand: Alder wood, 13 inches with Unicorn Hair core, bendy.
Patronus: A capuchin monkey.
Hobbies: The most notable hobby he has is playing Quidditch, and he's good at it too. He plays as the Gryffindor's Keeper for 3 consecutive years already along with several of his friends. Though he once played in a soccer team before he got to Hogwarts, but his interest in the said muggle sport was short lived. Nick also fared well in potions and Transfiguration compared to any of his other subjects.
Pets: A tabby cat called Mr. Periwinkle.
Personal possessions: A silver locket encrusted with several irregular shaped red stones. Although the trinket was as normal as any locket could be, but what makes it special was the tiny stone inside it, even finer than the ones outside, that Nick believes has a magical property of some sort (though never proven), and for a very good reason, because he bought it on one of his rare trips to Knockturn Alley. He wears it all the time. Oh and he got his broom, a later edition of Firebolt but way much better than its predecessors nonetheless.
Relationships: Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw - he is Nick's partner in crime, where most of the time it was Nick committing the crime and Ian the one getting them out of it. If not for Damian, Nick could've been kicked out of school a long time ago. If not for him, there's no one to look out for teachers when they try to sneak out of school during off hours, no one to cover for him when he smuggles forbidden merch from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, no one to tell him if the prank he's about to pull was too much or too dull and needs to step it up a bit, and no one else in the entire school who can actually put up with all his crazies and actually carry it out with him. Its safe to say that Ian is the closest thing he can call as a 'best friend'.
NPCs: - |
54,242 | 1,476 | 43 | 2,448 | 78 | Jaden
"Yeah from what I hear the teachers get scared of her too as amazing as that sounds. But I don't know her personally as I have mentioned before so I could not tell you the full story. Heck sometimes I don't even know if the rumors that go around this school have much merit some days. I mean the one time one of the prefects from one of the other houses was under the illusion that a fully grown troll was using the lavatory on the third floor during the night, to the point where she avoided the entire floor when it got even slightly dark. Naturally me and a couple other Prefects checked it out one night to lay it to rest, turns out that somehow one of the first years head moaning myrtle and thought it was a troll. Myrtle thought it was the funniest thing she ever heard... well after she got over the fact the someone thought she was a troll."
Jaden drew his attention away from Mary when he heard the screech of an owl, flying through the door his owl Tarim suddenly appeared holding a small envelope from site. Jaden found this curious, mail was usually delivered during lunch time on a normal day so why was he getting a letter this early in the day? As Tarim dropped down he dive bombed like a bird possessed right through a group of first years, they yelled in surprise as a bowl of cereal flew all over the table. Tarim always did that to the other students, Jaden shook his head as Tarim released the letter in front of him, with a screech the owl disappeared shortly after as Jaden picked up the letter, the envelope was blank on both sides, turning it over there was an wax seal keeping it closed. Jaden quickly opened the parcel as he removed the folded sheet of paper and opened it. There was but one line on the paper, but it was enough to catch Jaden's air in his throat as he slowly looked up.
Jaden swallowed a little hard as he looked around silently, no one seemed to be paying him any particular heed, his delivery only drawing a couple gazes to begin with. Folding the piece of paper back up he quickly stuck it in his inner robe pocket with his journal and stood up casually, but a little too casually if anyone cared to notice.
"If you will excuse me I have some business to tend to, I will see a little later Mary. Good luck with your classes today, see you at DADA class possibly if you can make it."
Jaden was a tad hasty as he fully removed himself from the table and walked a bit quickly out of the main hall disappearing around the side of the door out of sight. | Name:
Keanu "Jaden" Wade
Physical Features:
Eye Color: Dark blue
Hair color: dark brown
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195
Physique: Fit and toned
Scars: Has a thin scar going across his throat which is not noticeable unless you are really trying to see it. Has a deep scar across his stomach. One last scar that goes down the center of his back.
Age:
18
Year:
7th year
House:
Ravenclaw
Classes:
N.E.W.T Level courses
Potions
DADA
Transfiguration
Herbology
Charms
Short bio:
Not a lot is terribly known about Jaden mostly because anyone who really knows him chooses not to talk about it out of respect for his the silence he keeps about the incident. What is known however is that Jaden is from a small magical village located somewhere outside of Surrey England but was born in London, England where he lived until he was six. He lives now with his Grandfather who is an now retired Auror who once upon a time worked for the Ministry of Magic. Jaden lives a rather normal life compared to some, while his entire family is quite wealthy, they live a modest life not caring much for the luxuries that come with said wealth.
At school Jaden is not the most popular nor is he the most hated, he is what he likes to call secluded. Not known to be overly talkative he if often seen as a quiet person. Most any who know him think of him as a rather nice person, but also very complex, never being one to talk about himself. However where Jaden lacks social ability, he makes up for it with his amazing understanding on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Where Jaden excelled at his courses he strived even more in DADA, to the point where he is on par with the teacher. Jaden enjoys DADA and practices it everyday, even to the point where he has begun testing out new spells for defense, however none of them have panned out as of yet. Often seen shadow dueling and also taking part in school sanctioned duels, and also helping other students, he is quickly becoming a master of DADA. Due to his extensive studies of DADA and his dedication to the subject this earned him the position of Prefect for Ravenclaw. Jaden's aspirations in life is to become and Auror like his grandfather and his mother and father before him.
Personality:
Jaden is known to be quiet when he on his own time, while he is quite vocal in classes and when he helping others when they require it, he is just a secluded kind of person. Most would describe him as an incredibly generous person, and a genuinely nice person the kind that would go out of their way to help. Jaden is also incredibly intelligent and is a known strategist who loves a good game of wizards chess. He is also driven by a deep motivation, he does not easily allow himself to suffer defeat, and he has a no die attitude when it comes to his life and he inspires those around them if he is able. In reality Jaden is very eccentric when he wants to be or when he is not secluded somewhere. In the end Jaden is an enigma to other people, at one moment he is outgoing and then at the next he is quiet and not talking much, but he is passionate, dedicated and open minded and this is what people notice most about him.
Wand:
Jaden has a 13 inch black walnut wand with a phoenix feather core.
Patronus:
Jadens patronus is a dragon
Hobbies:
Jaden has a variety of hobbies that he enjoys, his top hobbies would include practicing DADA, trying to create new spells, he is a seeker on his school team in quidditch, he loves to play wizard chest, and is an avid reader.
Pets:
Owns an owl named Tarim
Personal possessions:
Jaden has a walnut trunk which has been bewitched giving it the capability to hold a lot more items then normal trunks. This is where he keeps items that are most important too him which include old pictures of his family, his school items along with his robes and his change of clothes and any extra money he may need for the year. He also owns a handcrafted chess board with matching chess pieces which was a gift from his grandfather, and of course his old black journal which he keeps his spell studies in and many other vital pieces of information.
Relationships:
None
NPCs:
None
Why am I amazing? Simply because I choose to be. |
54,243 | 1,476 | 44 | 1,401 | 90 | Patrick Ford
Patrick knew that he didn’t have the best tendencies for waking up in the morning. It wasn’t always that he stayed up late either; even if that was something that happened very regularly. He’d be reviewing Quidditch games in his head or going through every word on his parchment to make sure it was as good as it could be before he submitted it. He knew that he perhaps didn’t have the natural intellectual tendencies of his house and that he probably studied like a Ravenclaw but he had to work much harder for it. He just imagined that a Ravenclaw could pick it up before someone could even swish their wand. He polished off the rest of his toast and bacon, brushing his hands down quickly on his robes before he paid her his full attention.
when Genevieve turned, he followed her gaze and nodded a little. He knew both of them of course, given that they played matches and had lessons and all that other stuff. It wasn’t hard to get to know the other people who played Quidditch because there was always some various tussle over who had booked the pitch or who had pulled the best moves at a game. It was a passion and a sport that many people followed. “Isn’t that what he does?” Patrick asked as he gestured toward Darius. “I’ve played you guys multiple times and watched all the matches and he always seems to be somewhere else. Not that he’s bad at it but I’m sure he has it covered. Besides,” He grinned widely and ran a hand back through his hair. “How can you be sure I won’t repeat history and send the bludger your way?”
Then he paused and looked at her face. Something was a little obscure this morning but he couldn’t put his finger on it and it wasn’t his place to pry. He was a very nice and compassionate guy but he could be a bit behind on the whole emotion thing. Not dense but not wanting to assume. “I think I’ll pass, I don’t want to intrude and I know we’ve played you already but…it’s your training session so…” He shrugged one of his broad shoulders then picked up a pancake, tore it in half and offered a chunk to her. “Besides, got to do some work. You know how it is. But, doesn’t mean I don’t wanna see you because I can’t seem to shake you,” He joked. | Name: Patrick Ford (Half-blood)
Height: Six foot one inch;
Eye colour: Dark brown;
Build: Athletic
Age: 17
Year: 6
House: Hufflepuff
Classes taken:
N.E.W.T.S: Transfiguration; Charms; Defence Against The Dark Arts; Potions; Alchemy; Study of Ancient Runes
Short bio: Patrick was born in Copenhagen, Denmark purely by accident. His parents never expected their son to be born prematurely and as it turned out their two month trip was sure cut short when Patrick decided to enter the world. Soon after his birth the family moved back to England and took residence in their newly built home in West London. Magic never played a huge part in his home but he was aware of it as it ran down his father’s side of the family and he showed all the early signs of adjusting to it just how a child should. His father holds a job as an architect within the wizarding world, assisting in making vital changes to any structures that the Ministry may request but his largest passion comes from assisting wizarding families who may find themselves in struggle with their home situation and he gladly offers his services to help them. His mother is a performer on the West End stage in London and has been featured notably with large roles in several top grossing shows.
Personality: Patrick is a smart young man with a keen interest for his passions. He takes great pride in the finer details of his work and never hesitates to put in a few extra hours just to make sure he is fully satisfied with his toil. His mother taught him never to be afraid about putting himself forward for things as that is how one reaps the best rewards so when opportunities rise, he thoroughly enjoys placing himself right in the midst and getting involved. He holds a very strong devotion to his friends and his Quidditch team as well as his work.
Wand: Fourteen inches; Mahogany; Dragon Heartstring core; Pliable.
Patronus: Brown bear
Hobbies: Patrick has always shown a keen interest in architecture ever sure his father would lay his blueprints down on the table of their London home. This leads him to find constant fascination with the world around him, especially within Hogwarts itself where he can easily spend hours wandering through the corridors to discover all it has to offer. He also loves to play Quidditch now, although he found no interest in it for the first year or two. However that soon changed when he came in as a Beater in his third year before finally deciding Keeper was actually the position for him. He's genuinely a very proud Captain. As well as this and despite the fact it may make people question him, he also thoroughly enjoys working whether in the common room or the library to keep on top of things and make sure he's achieving the best grades he can.
Pets: A tawny owl called Eponine
Personal possessions: A Starsweeper XXI Broomstick brought after the 2014 Wizarding World Cup.
Relationships:
Genevieve Braveheart - Patrick and Genevieve met for the first time upon the Hogwarts Express. They were both First Years and by the time Genevieve came and sat next to him in his carriage, it felt like Patrick had been on the train forever. The two hit it off quickly, finding they had plenty to talk about as they made the long trek and despite the fact they were placed in different houses, it didn't deter him from becoming friends with her. It was a little more difficult, given that it was easier to be around Hufflepuffs in their common room but they grew close over the years and developed a playful rivalry that stemmed onto the Quidditch pitch. The moment where he whacked a bludger right at her has not been forgotten by either of them and their banterous on pitch relationship has extended to him now attempting to prevent every single one of her points as keeper. Of course it's his job whether she's the one trying to score or not. Although she's a damn good Chaser. The pair share a lot of classes which he enjoys because after six years of friendship, he has grown kind of accustomed to having her around.
NPCs: Why am I amazing? Well….you might be here a while. |
54,244 | 1,476 | 45 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Mary Winthrop
Mary nodded a bit meekly at Jaden's request for information about Karen. He knew enough to know that Mary avoided Karen as much as possible, and Mary certainly wasn't going to antagonize Karen. She did however think his story about the troll in the bathroom was hilarious. She hadn't heard about that.
When Tarim showed up Mary offered him a bit of bread, but he was off and gone before she had gotten the bread ready. She didn't notice Jaden's discomfort at the note. "If you will excuse me I have some business to tend to, I will see a little later Mary. Good luck with your classes today, see you at DADA class possibly if you can make it."
"I'll do my best." Mary smiled and waved goodbye. She sat alone for a moment before Emma plopped down next to her.
"Oh Merlin's beard I've been looking for you." Emma spoke excitedly and fast. "I went to the library before breakfast and found this." She held up a thin black book.
"Uh, all right?" Mary looked at her confused.
"It was the only book I could find that actually talked about the rune I found last week, and get this the tiniest mention is almost an afterthought." Emma opened the book to the page. She continued babbling about the rune, until Mad returned from talking to Sylvester. | Name: Mary Winthrop
Appearance:
Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Ravenclaw
Classes taken:
NEWTs Levels
Charms
Transfiguration
DADA
Runes
Potions
Short bio: Mary was born to a backwaters hick of a mother who believed God had punished her with Mary. Mary's father was unknown to Mary, and the source of Mary's abilities seen as the worst possibility of a deal between Satan and God. Mary's mother believed she was suffering as Job had, and to free herself of the curse she must cleanse Mary. The woman's definition of cleanse grew worse as Mary's abilities grew. These abilities were never quite under control though.
Somehow word got to Mary's father, Andrew Winthrop, about her situation. How word got to him was never something he told Mary, but late in the night he took the small 8 year old from her home and freed her. It took Mary sometime before she realized she had side-along apparated.
The next few years Mary and her father learned from each other. Mary on how to trust people again, Andrew on how the simplest thing can bring joy. Mary was grossly undereducated so Andrew lost no time in catching the girl up in general education. When the letter for Hogwarts came he beamed.
Personality: Mary is a quite girl, though very curious. One would not expect her to know the things that she knows. Unless they saw her library research history. She is not quick to trust people. It is very unlikely that anyone knows her full history. She does not talk about her mother. Due to her undereducated early in her life Mary feels like she is always trying to catch up. Her wit can be particularly scathing at times.
Wand: 8 9/10 in, stiff, Fir, Unicorn hair
Patronus: Dove
Hobbies: Reading. She never got into quidditch really. Ice skating (She loves winter near the lake and always checks to make sure the ice is thick enough and has been known to spell it to be safer). A small love for movies.
Pets: A grey cat named Perry. Perry walks funny as when he was only a few months old he fell from a stair case and broke his back, even with magical help it did not heal properly.
Personal possessions: Standard things for school at Hogwarts, and a few extra books, some muggle, most adventure novels.
Relationships: TBA
NPCs: Emma Tate, A muggle born Ravencalw same year as Mary. Emma started their friendship in their first year by discussing horror movies.
Why am I awesome? |
54,245 | 1,476 | 46 | 212 | 819 | ~Karen Antonius~
Karen laughed again, just a bit louder this time, but still not very loud by most people's standards. The blonde took a seat next to Damian, crossed her legs under the table, placed her head on her hand and looked at him with some mild amusement. Really, he was a such rough person, but nonetheless he had his good points - he was replying to her, even if it was out of pride. That, and he was rather adorable to look at while he looking all prideful, even while it took that much effort to ask her such a simple question.
"You're quite the awkward man, aren't you? There's no need to be so stiff with me, Damian; I don't bite. I must say though you're rather cute when you try that hard," she said, slender fingers idly playing with a lock of hair while staring at him. "That being said, my day is going rather swell so far. A bit of tea in the morning, cool morning air, and someone to talk to. It's a rather nice start, if I do say so myself.
"Now I suppose it's my turn to ask: What made your day 'fine', Damian?" she asked. "Most people don't wake up too early, so their reasons are rather stale, so I'm rather interested in what constitutes as a good morning for you."
Damian leaned back in his seat, folding his arms and staring across the table at the girl. Leo leaped onto the dinner table, and Damian's eyebrow twitched slightly as the over-sized lion cub nailed a piece of bacon on it's claws and 'nimbly' leaped over the plate, only to fall face-first into a third year's food. "Exercise and a hot shower." He said simply, eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. Leo tried to move out of the way, but the Seeker's hands were too fast, even for most adult players. In a blur, the lion's bacon was in the ear, and Damian snapped it up with a quick jab, brutally biting into the morsel of food and glancing around, just to see a flash of Nick go towards another crowd. "That idiot." Damian grumbled, grabbing a vine of grapes from the fruit platter. Around a dozen on his calloused palm, he began flicking them towards Nick's face, each one meeting their mark with wet 'squelches' on the boy's forehead. | Name: Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw
Appearance:
Age: 17
Year: Sixth
Classes:
Transfiguration
Potions
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Alchemy
Study of Ancient Runes
Care of Magical Creatures
House: Gryffindor
Short bio: Damian was born in America, a half-blooded boy raised in a bad neighborhood, somewhere between the borders of Texas and Arkansas. His father was a magical wizard - a former Auror, to be more specific, while his mother was a simple muggle housewife. Life growing up wasn't easy. He was often picked on at school, for no reason other than the fact that the bullies were idiots, and quickly learned to fight with his fists, feet, head, elbows, knees...practically everything. Magic didn't really interest him, but when he tried, he got his first spell done correctly, marking him as a naturally talented wizard - much to his stoicness, and his father's happiness.
However, Damian was busy with MMA and Boxing lessons - even at a young age, he was taught beginner stuff, but, at the age of ten, something happened...even he couldn't help. His father was gone on some Britian wizarding business, and an infamous gang in their neighborhood crashed the party. Long story short, unthinkable things were done to his mother while he was on the floor, half-knocked out and bleeding from fractures and broken bones...in the end, his mother was killed.
It was abrupt, insane, and brutal...but it happened. This marked the start. When his dad came, Damian was sent to Britain - as an American Exchange Student, to go to Hogwarts. Apparently, that's why his dad left. His dad became distant after that, and they never really talked much. Damian continued to take MMA and boxing lessons, and practiced magic so that, when his fists couldn't do the talking, curses could. He promised that he would never let anything like that happen to anyone close to him again.
Personality: Damian can come off as a rough, unfeeling boy, having suffered quite a bit of sad events in his life, early on. This gives him a tough outer-shell. He's independent, not easily making emotional connections, but this has also made him focused, brave, and determined - while also being protective of the friends he has. It's rather easy for him to get annoyed, but rather than throwing a hissy fit, he tends to either act violent, or put the anger into training. This makes him rather ambitious, which is why, combined with his quick-thinking and reflexes, makes him ingenious in stressful situations.
It's easy for others to get intimidated by the American, especially due to his calloused demeanor and blunt ways of getting things straight, and he will not take any crap from anyone. Despite all of his callousness, however, Damian is inwardly kind towards the 'nicer' people, and will help when he sees bad things happening to good or semi-good people. The kindness is gruff as if he's reluctant to show compassion. He can also be cheerful when either drunk, or happy about some success - successful pranks, for instance. Tends to smirk when things go his way, as well. Is rather quiet, all things considered, but absolutely has no trouble speaking up when he feels like it, although he tends to let his fists or wand do the talking when necessary. Actions speak louder than words.
Summary - Focused, determined, brave, quick-thinker, tough & calloused, ambitious. Maintains a cool, detached image. Oddly enough, he is very much like a lion...or a griffin.
Wand: Fir wood wand, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 1/2 inches.
Hobbies: Flying on his broom - Quidditch, to be more specific. He's incredibly good as a Seeker, and has been scouted by official wizarding teams ever since his third year. || Practicing the more practical magic arts, and perfecting them; Most are afraid to duel with the brusque American...his over-charged Reductos are very scary. || Exercising, something most wizards don't do. Magic is fine and all, but lifting weights and sprinting up hills tends to get the blood flowing.
Pets: A magical lion cub called 'Leo'. It has the physical appearance of a regular lion cub, but as it grows - which it does a bit faster than normal, it's size will become noticeably larger than any other muggle lions. It's hide will also be magic resistant as it grows.
Personal possessions: Other than the necessary thing, such as his necessary robes and school supplies, depending on the time of the RP, Damian has his personal riding broom, bought after quite a bit of hard work, and some funding from his parents, along with the sponsorship of a Wizarding Quidditch Team that wants to see him succeed; he has the Firebolt Supreme, hailed as the greatest racing broom in the 21st century. Hehas some less than legal items, easily disguised. For instance, the ring on his left and right hands will actually turn into brass-knuckles once a sliver of magic is siphoned into them. He also has a map, which was, once again, funded by a bunch of hard work and odd jobs; a map enchanted by some guy in France, which allows him to see the presence of anyone within a certain distance around him, along with their names.
He also has a few muggle-fied things; a motorcycle, tricked out with different runes and charms so that it could...yes, fly. A set of muggle clothing that he wears when not forced to wear robes, and boxing gloves, boxing tape, a weight set, and a heavy-duty punching bag that's charmed to never break or rip. He keeps the boxing equipment constantly in his shrunken trunk, unless he trains that day.
Patronus: Griffin
Relationships: Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill - Despite their minor differences, with Damian being a bit more cold, focused, and ruthless than Nick, and Nick being a bit more wreckless, inquisitive, and persistent, they quickly became friends - with Nicholas really being one of the few people Damian talks to out of the Quidditch field. Damian's quick-thinking and ferocious presence has gotten them out of quite a few bad situations, and Nicholas is the one to make them go through the bad situations, with his love for pranks and the such - which, although he wouldn't admit it, has rubbed off on Damian as well. People have learned not to bully or otherwise mess with Nicholas due to the threat of Damian finding out - not to say that many people bothered Nick in the first place..
NPCs: His dad.
Why am I awesome?
'Cause. |
54,246 | 1,476 | 47 | 2,510 | 878 | Stein "The Reader"
There it was Madison , finally he found her , now to ask her about the quidditch team , well now about asking he was really going to accepted or since he just was a 4 year student,this passed through his mind as a killing machine making him nervous .But after all he was going to do it
-Hi Madison , can i ask you something about the quidditch team , because i want to enter the team.
well now he did it , he just asked for something , his mind now wasnt clear , he became nervous again just waiting for the answer of Madison | Name - Devin Coal
Age - 27
Position - Care for Magical Creatures
Short bio
Born and raised in Cape Town, South Africa Devin has had a life full of adventure. His family is completely muggle born save for his great great great great grandfather. Needless to say everyone was surprised, but thankfully supportive. A magical school in South Africa helped with bringing David into the world of magic. After seven years with a specialty in Care for Magical Creatures Devin left to work for the magical community in Africa.
During his time in Africa Devin worked with both muggle NGO’s and the International Magical Creature Protection group. He was able to travel all over Africa protecting both muggle and magical creatures from greedy poachers. He loved his work, but found it depressing that no matter how hard he worked the job wasn’t seeing any results other than temporary.
While traveling for a conference Devin met the former Care For Magical Creatures for Hogwarts. They immediately hit it off, and after some convincing Devin was talked into doing a career swap. The change in pace is something Devin is excited for and after getting the green light from the IMCP and Hogwarts he packed his backpack and began a summer trip traveling slowly towards Hogwarts.
Personality
Friendly, adaptable, action-oriented. A "Doer" who can be often focused on immediate results. He lives in the here-and-now, absolutely a risk-takers who lives a fast-paced lifestyle. Can grow impatient with long explanations. Extremely loyal to his peers, but not usually respectful of laws and rules if they get in the way of getting things done. Great people skills.
Wand: Yew, 10” Fire Lion Mane Hair
Patronus: Giant Eagle
Hobbies: Birding - Hiking - Animals
Pets: Numerous
Relationships
Since Devin grew up and went to school in South Africa he has little to no relationships with students or teachers at Hogwarts. |
54,247 | 1,476 | 48 | 550 | 306 | Mimi
Mimi lifted an eyebrow and Oliver and let out a snort. "You know me. Papers aren't my thing. I got a Ravenclaw on it right now. They better hurry up, too." She said bitterly, taking a vicious bite out of a blueberry muffin. Oliver had been her partner for many different things, and even though she still hated that attitude he always carried with him, he was withstand-able. The reason Mimi believed they were partnered up so often was because she refused to cooperate with anyone else in the school, or they were too afraid to go near her. "You gonna stand around looking stupid or are you going to si-" Her hissing was cut off as he sat down, and she huffed and continued to tear into her food. | Name:
Claudius Magnunt
Age:
25
Year:
Teacher
House:
He's associated with Hufflepuff
Classes taken:
He teaches astrology.
Short bio:
Claudius was born into a regal family of strict rules. He tried his best to follow the rules, but he was always more spacey than his two older brothers. He could never sit in one spot easily, and he was constantly yelled at for playing with his food. He was, magically, more gifted than his two brothers, as he could use magic at a much earlier age. His brothers constantly picked on and bullied him as a result.
When he went to Hogwarts, his two brothers were sorted in Ravenclaw, and he expected much the same, however, the sorting hat put him into Hufflepuff, mortifying his family. They always made up excuses as to why he could never return home for Christmas or any other break, and while Claudius was aware, a part of him hoped they were telling the truth. They never were. When Claudius graduated, he immediately cut ties with his family, and went into studying and getting ready to work in Astronomy. The old professor who had taught him Astrology was his main influence, and still motivates Claudius today.
Personality:
Spacey and not well focused, Claudius always pays attention to the little things in life. He never saw value in money or high society, so mostly he acts like he had a ruff and poor upbringing. His manners need a lot of work, and he struggles to say things properly 'Wouldya' for an example. He does most of this purely to irritate his family, even though they can't see him do these things. The only thing he puts serious passion and effort into is teaching his students about the stars, a job he's done for a while. He finds the sky beautiful in it's own way, and implores his students to see the same fascination he does.
Wand:
12 ¾" long, made of Walnut, and has a dragon heartstring.
Patronus:
A Luzon Bleeding Heart Dove.
Hobbies:
Astrology
Spacing Out
Making rich people scoff at him
Pets:
None
Personal Possessions:
A astrological map, a map that contains a moving model of the milky way galaxy.
Relationships:
None yet
NPCs:
Random Students
Why am I awesome?:
Just because m8 fite me |
54,248 | 1,476 | 49 | 1,231 | 727 | Eh, it wasn't a vacation. Just family matters. Had to be away for a bit, ya know? But, despite that, I'm still good at what I do, which is like... everything~ He chuckled as he refuted what his captain had said about his performance in the last game. "I only missed a few bludgers and may have gotten Genevieve hurt... Has she forgiven me for?" He glanced over at her direct, but noticing that she was still in conversation with Hufflepuff's captain.
"Well, I knew that. I knew he was the captain. I think I've heard something about Genevieve knowing from a while back, but I wasn't sure. He is a keeper, huh? Play me as chaser next game we play Hufflepuff and I'll make damn sure I score on him..." He chuckled and shrugged slightly. He knew Ford was one of the best keeper of their generation. However, he was not about to let that get to him. He is confident in what he can do and in order to be a proper chaser, one needs to be borderline arrogant.
As he was taking a sip of his pumpkin juice, he found Nicholas seated by him. "Eh, no. Not the Grand Canyon. Just done a lot of running around, dealing with family issues... Yeah, well, I haven't been back to the dorms since I got back to Hogwarts so I haven't had a chance to do all that either. Tibbers hasn't been fed in a while either...so I might have to do that soon..." He chuckled and took a proper sip from his cup. "You know damn well I'm always ready to work. But...Sylvester just told me I'm being played as Beater for the practice...and know you tell me we're missing a chaser... I mean, Which team are we playing next? Ravenclaw? What are their strengths? Keeper? Beater? Chaser? I mean, if it is keeper, you might want me at Chaser. If it is beater...I can play beater as well and rough them up a bit...Just let me know..." He shrugged as he finished his words, ready to get to work. "Although, let me change first though. This robe isn't the best for Quidditch...and my broom is in my room anyways..." | Name: Darius Di' Stefano
Appearance: 5'8", athletic build, olive-colored skin, black of hair, medium length and usually kept in a ponytail.
Age:16
Year:6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Potions
Charms
Astrology
Short bio:
Darius was born in Italy to magical parents. His father was an auror and his mother was a potions master, giving him talents in both areas. As he was growing up, his parents taught him how to embrace his talents and how to live in a muggle world where people were not likely to understand him and his talents. When he became of age, he was enrolled in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Going through Platform 9-3/4 was nothing new to him. As he waltzed through the mythical gate, he knew he was ready to embrace the world he was born for.
Personality:
Darius is playful but not overly mischievous. He is rather confident in himself and can come off to those that do not know him as arrogant. He is polite to his seniors and caring for his juniors. Brave, yet not foolhardy. Strict with himself yet lenient with others.
Wand:
Cypress, with a unicorn tail hair core
Patronus: A dog (Beagle)
Hobbies:He play Quidditch for Gryffindor. His main role is a chaser but he can be employed as a beater or the makeshift seeker if needed.
Pets: A polar bear cub. Pure white in color and weighing about 200 lbs.
Personal possessions:
An Yajirushi, imported directly from Japan after the 2014 Quidditch World Cup. He uses this as his day-to-day broom.
Small pendent, encrusted with one sapphire. An iPod, charged via magic and a set of headphones to go with it, muggle clothing, more shoes than he should really have, some hats in order to blend in in the muggle world, and the usual student possessions.
Relationships:
To be made in game |
54,249 | 1,476 | 50 | 2,465 | 3,276 | ~Karen Antonius~
"Exercise and a hot shower is it? Hm, I must admit that it's very you," replied Karen, looking at Leo scrambling around. She chuckled before saying, "and I think that is why we don't bring pets to the dining hall. I wanted to point it out earlier, however it seemed like you knew what you were doing; clearly I was mistaken."
There was absolutely no malice in her voice, but the way she said it was just cutting to the ears. Shortly afterwards, the girl raised a long brow as Damian began chucking bacon at his friends.
"I'll have to ask you to stop doing that, Damian. While I've no qualms about you calling the attention of your friend, needlessly wasting food is rude to those that have none," she said, before using a for to pierce a piece of sausage and biting into it. She took a moment to chew and swallow the meal before speaking again. "The world is not so frivolous a place that you can just go and discard food for such a menial task." | Name: Karen Violet Camillus Antonius
Karen is a towhead, a kind of platinum blond that looks silver when exposed to light. She has amber eyes, primarily gold in color. Her hair is long and wavy and reaches just above her hip. She's pale and weighs about 40kg. She's 147 cm tall.
Her three sizes are: 79 / 55 / 78
Age: 15.7
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
- Charms
- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Herbology
- Arithmancy
- Astronomy
- Alchemy
- Potions
- Divination
- Transfiguration
Short bio:
Karen's mother was a well traveled witch, who was also a known duelist. Because of her abrasive attitude, she got into plenty of fights. In one of these fights she was cursed heavily using ancient Dark Magic and no magic could break it. While searching desperately for a cure, she bumped into Kyle Antonius, who was not a deacon at the time. The man realizing that she was distressed but not knowing the reason, offered her a prayer and a free meal. The next day the curse had disappeared.
The two met with each other constantly after that, both their interests in each other piqued. What then started as an awkward friendship with much arguments turned into love, and they were eventually married.
When Karen was born, a similar miracle occurred; at the exact day of her birth, many people found that they were cured from sickness, even terminal patients were cured. Claudia linked it to magic, Kyle's father called it a miracle, while Kyle said it was magic that came from a miracle.
As Karen grew, her fascination with the suffering and helping of others became evident, much to her fathers delight. Much to her mothers dismay, however, she also inherited her fathers wonderful personality. Karen developed an interest in healing magic, however she is extremely unconventional with the way she does things, which makes people worry.
Personality:
Karen has an angelic personality and is forgiving to the point that she believes her only purpose in life is to help others, even if she is hurt in the process. She never blames the person who has hurt her and blames the act on devils who caused the person to commit whatever sin. Whenever she is at fault, she apologizes to God rather than the person, although she doesn't mean to be rude - she's just weird that way.
However, in contrast to her angelic persona, she also loves teasing people and exploiting others’ emotional vulnerability. Upon discovery of an individual’s weak spot, she enjoys bringing it out to light in front of all the other characters. While this antagonizes many people and causes much outrage and humiliation, she remains calm. Caren however will not go too far with this, so long as she isn't forced to. Most of the time she uses it for harmless teasing. Basically, Karen likes to troll people.
Karen insists on acting on her standards of grace and etiquette in every situation. She does not panic or overreact and always maintains a pristine and untouched persona. Even in the face of people who consider her enemies or show her open hostility, she will not so much as frown, in fact, she would still be very polite with them. Of course, this same grace is applied to her teasing.
She is a devout Catholic, as strange as it may seem, and often quotes from scriptures or phrases from the Bible mostly for her own convenience, but when she wants to, she is actually quite wise in going about their use.
Despite her calm and unaffected persona, she is cunning, perceptive, efficient and a surprisingly ruthless person for someone who was placed into Gryffindor. In fact, many are surprised she is in the house at all - it seems she would make a much better Slytherin.
She is somewhat of a mad-scientist, as she is prone to experimenting with different spell, potions, etc.
Her personality greatly resembles her fathers.
Wand: Fig Tree, slightly elastic, 15 inches; Simurgh feather core. If the wand is burned for whatever reason, it immediately summons the Simurgh.
Patronus: An Axolotl
Hobbies: Studying; flowers and flower arranging, history, theology, philosophy, sewing, praying, healing, languages. Teasing people.
Pets: A Crowned Solitary Eagle; it's illegal to own, doubly so because it's endangered, but her mothers a witch so . . . magic?
Personal possessions:
A Bible, Rosary, golden cross, and a red enchanted scarf; it's enchanted to bind men specifically. So long as it's wrapped around them, they will be unable to move unless they're attacked by something. The scarf was a gift from her mother that Karen uses with great effect.
Relationships:
A good number of people in Hogwarts are terrified of her including some of the teachers, due to her knack of identifying and exploiting their weaknesses.
Is somehow friends with the current Rector Major of the Salesians, whom she discusses philosophy and magic with occasional.
NPCs:
Kyle John Antonius - Karen's father; deacon, skeptic, wise-man, exceptional troll.
Claudia Lily Camillus Antonius - Karen's mother; witch, adventurer, duelist, prone to snark, and a good wife - to Kyle anyway.
The Simurgh - An extremely rare and powerful magical bird with that can purify lands and waters, bless people with good fortune, inspire wisdom and raise heroes. It's healing powers are so strong that so long as there is even a hint of life left in a person, they will be healed. |
54,250 | 1,476 | 51 | 2,448 | 78 | Jaden
Jaden was silent as he stood inside the owlery, around him many different colored owls that belonged to students, teachers, the school itself snoozed around him silently on the many premade perches. On the top of the perches in the corner Talim was silently cleaning his wings as Jaden stood with the letter he had received in his hand. Jaden sat down on a ledge that overlooked the window to the owlery as he swallowed a bit hard, this letter had been a rather bad blow a lot worse then he would ever let on. An what was worse was that he could not send a letter back that was just not possible at the current time. Jaden looked up at Talim as he did a small whistle and held his arm out to him, the multicolored own spring off the perch and landed on his arm with a heavy talon filled grip. Jaden set the letter beside him as he raised his other hand and stroked the birds cheek with the backs of his fingers. Talim closed his eye's as Jaden continued to stroke his cheek looking out the window of the owlery to the landscape below. It amazed him still until this day, just how beautiful this place was and could still be.
When he had first come here what seems like a long time ago, he was so scared like a lot of first years were. Jaden for reasons of his own did not like big places like Hogwarts was, such a big place was just horrific to him, hell he did not even like going to the city because of how big it was. Then again perhaps it wasn't the size but an fear of how many people there was in big places, it was an irrational fear really but one that was warranted. With so many people surrounding you, there was no way to tell if men... evil men were secretly waiting around a corner... waiting... to get you too. To finish the work they started all those years ago. If Jaden's grandfather had taught him one thing it was that as an Auror, there is always gonna be evil men and woman who would hurt you if they could. Sometimes there is no reason for it, sometimes they do it just because its an option available to them. Jaden had heard many stories growing up about evil men like Death Eaters, the infamous Lord Voldemort, both of the wizard wars, one of which came to a head at this very school.
Back then it was just stories to him, heroic tales of the men and woman who stood up against a dark tyrant that would see the Wizard world fall. To return to nothing more then a time where the so called Pure bloods would sit upon a mountain of what was referred to as mudbloods. Where only those born of magical linage would ever be able to learn to be a witch or wizard, to be plain, wizards like Jaden who was of pureblood. As a child you never really understood the full story, or truly grasped the hardships faced so that all those who chose to become a witch or a wizard could do so freely, without terror or fear of death. But now in this last year at Hogwarts and the many years of living with the truth, a secret known by none, that evil was so much closer to Jaden now, so much more real then it had ever been before. It was a harsh reality to face for those unlucky enough to see it, but for Jaden that reality was the only way of life presented to himself. A reality that began twelve years ago and never changed... at least not for him and definitively not for Jaden's grand father who like him lived with the truth.
*giggles*
Jaden lifted his head up as his thoughts were broken by a female giggle coming from down the tower, cocking his head Talim open his large golden eye's and peered in the same direction. Jaden heard more giggles as he heard voices from down below, Jaden sighed as he stood up and raised his arm, Talim jumped up and flew back to his perch as Jaden grabbed the piece of paper from the windowsill and silently made his way back down the stairs towards the bottom of the tower.
"Come on were gonna caught!"
"Nah no one ever comes here this early in the morning they are all at breakfast."
As Jaden made his way fully down there was a couple of Slytherins at the bottom of the stairwell, fifth years from the looks of it but who knew. They were both making out at the bottom of the stairs not paying much attention to the fact that their make out session had drawn the attention of someone else. Jaden crossed his arms as he watched for a minute but neither one of them seemed to even notice he was standing.
"I hope I am not interrupting.."
At the sounds of his voice but the Slytherins jumped in fright as they both peered in his direction surprised that he was standing there. As the embrace ended the male of the two stood up fully and crossed the distance to Jaden who stood perched on the stair watching him approach.
"What are you doing here Ravenclaw?"
The Slytherin male had that rather arrogant tone in his voice as he stopped a couple feet from Jaden who shook his head not appreciating the tone or the attitude.
"I happen to be a school prefect, and I can go wherever I choose to go when I choose to go there. I would ask you the same question but it seems pretty obvious what your both doing here. Now that you have had your make out session I suggest you both return to the school and get ready for class before you both end up in detention."
"Lets get out of here Donovan, we don't want to get in trouble!"
The girl who seemed to be the only one who had some common sense spoke harshly towards the Slytherin male whom glared at Jaden before eventually turning around and exiting the tower disappearing down the stairs outside. Jaden heard a snide remark about Prefects ruining all the fun as their voices faded. Jaden shook his head again as he finished his way down the stairs, it was time for him to return as well, classes would be starting soon as he had hallways duty during first period. | Name:
Keanu "Jaden" Wade
Physical Features:
Eye Color: Dark blue
Hair color: dark brown
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195
Physique: Fit and toned
Scars: Has a thin scar going across his throat which is not noticeable unless you are really trying to see it. Has a deep scar across his stomach. One last scar that goes down the center of his back.
Age:
18
Year:
7th year
House:
Ravenclaw
Classes:
N.E.W.T Level courses
Potions
DADA
Transfiguration
Herbology
Charms
Short bio:
Not a lot is terribly known about Jaden mostly because anyone who really knows him chooses not to talk about it out of respect for his the silence he keeps about the incident. What is known however is that Jaden is from a small magical village located somewhere outside of Surrey England but was born in London, England where he lived until he was six. He lives now with his Grandfather who is an now retired Auror who once upon a time worked for the Ministry of Magic. Jaden lives a rather normal life compared to some, while his entire family is quite wealthy, they live a modest life not caring much for the luxuries that come with said wealth.
At school Jaden is not the most popular nor is he the most hated, he is what he likes to call secluded. Not known to be overly talkative he if often seen as a quiet person. Most any who know him think of him as a rather nice person, but also very complex, never being one to talk about himself. However where Jaden lacks social ability, he makes up for it with his amazing understanding on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Where Jaden excelled at his courses he strived even more in DADA, to the point where he is on par with the teacher. Jaden enjoys DADA and practices it everyday, even to the point where he has begun testing out new spells for defense, however none of them have panned out as of yet. Often seen shadow dueling and also taking part in school sanctioned duels, and also helping other students, he is quickly becoming a master of DADA. Due to his extensive studies of DADA and his dedication to the subject this earned him the position of Prefect for Ravenclaw. Jaden's aspirations in life is to become and Auror like his grandfather and his mother and father before him.
Personality:
Jaden is known to be quiet when he on his own time, while he is quite vocal in classes and when he helping others when they require it, he is just a secluded kind of person. Most would describe him as an incredibly generous person, and a genuinely nice person the kind that would go out of their way to help. Jaden is also incredibly intelligent and is a known strategist who loves a good game of wizards chess. He is also driven by a deep motivation, he does not easily allow himself to suffer defeat, and he has a no die attitude when it comes to his life and he inspires those around them if he is able. In reality Jaden is very eccentric when he wants to be or when he is not secluded somewhere. In the end Jaden is an enigma to other people, at one moment he is outgoing and then at the next he is quiet and not talking much, but he is passionate, dedicated and open minded and this is what people notice most about him.
Wand:
Jaden has a 13 inch black walnut wand with a phoenix feather core.
Patronus:
Jadens patronus is a dragon
Hobbies:
Jaden has a variety of hobbies that he enjoys, his top hobbies would include practicing DADA, trying to create new spells, he is a seeker on his school team in quidditch, he loves to play wizard chest, and is an avid reader.
Pets:
Owns an owl named Tarim
Personal possessions:
Jaden has a walnut trunk which has been bewitched giving it the capability to hold a lot more items then normal trunks. This is where he keeps items that are most important too him which include old pictures of his family, his school items along with his robes and his change of clothes and any extra money he may need for the year. He also owns a handcrafted chess board with matching chess pieces which was a gift from his grandfather, and of course his old black journal which he keeps his spell studies in and many other vital pieces of information.
Relationships:
None
NPCs:
None
Why am I amazing? Simply because I choose to be. |
54,251 | 1,476 | 52 | 2,510 | 878 | Madison "Mad" Flaherty
Madison was satisfied she had successfully spooked out the Gryffindor, and headed back over to the table. As she walked away she could hear their 'determined' player talking about what position he was going to play in the Quidditch match. Maddie's nickname for him was 'Wannaplay', because he always seemed to think he could play any position better than everyone else. Pah. The next match was gonna be a blur! She sat down at the Ravenclaw table and was about to speak to Mary when a fourth year came up and started talking to her.
"Hi Madison, can I ask you something about the Quidditch team," he gabbled, not waiting for an answer "Because I want to enter the team."
"Woah woah woah!" she replied, "Ok, right, I'll have to speak to you at lunch. Oh, and what's your name?"
She turned to Mary.
"Sorry, babe, but I'll have to speak to you later. Quidditch calls!" She patted Mary's shoulder. "You'll never understand, no fear. Do you know where Jaden is, any hoo?" | Name - Devin Coal
Age - 27
Position - Care for Magical Creatures
Short bio
Born and raised in Cape Town, South Africa Devin has had a life full of adventure. His family is completely muggle born save for his great great great great grandfather. Needless to say everyone was surprised, but thankfully supportive. A magical school in South Africa helped with bringing David into the world of magic. After seven years with a specialty in Care for Magical Creatures Devin left to work for the magical community in Africa.
During his time in Africa Devin worked with both muggle NGO’s and the International Magical Creature Protection group. He was able to travel all over Africa protecting both muggle and magical creatures from greedy poachers. He loved his work, but found it depressing that no matter how hard he worked the job wasn’t seeing any results other than temporary.
While traveling for a conference Devin met the former Care For Magical Creatures for Hogwarts. They immediately hit it off, and after some convincing Devin was talked into doing a career swap. The change in pace is something Devin is excited for and after getting the green light from the IMCP and Hogwarts he packed his backpack and began a summer trip traveling slowly towards Hogwarts.
Personality
Friendly, adaptable, action-oriented. A "Doer" who can be often focused on immediate results. He lives in the here-and-now, absolutely a risk-takers who lives a fast-paced lifestyle. Can grow impatient with long explanations. Extremely loyal to his peers, but not usually respectful of laws and rules if they get in the way of getting things done. Great people skills.
Wand: Yew, 10” Fire Lion Mane Hair
Patronus: Giant Eagle
Hobbies: Birding - Hiking - Animals
Pets: Numerous
Relationships
Since Devin grew up and went to school in South Africa he has little to no relationships with students or teachers at Hogwarts. |
54,252 | 1,476 | 53 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Mary Winthrop
"You just missed him, I don't know where he went." Mary wondered the same thing, but he had said he had business to attend to. She just figured it was Prefect stuff.
"Oh he's doing a class with the first years on Hex's for Professor McCarthy if you want to go, and he offered to help us with silent casting." Mary paused in her thought, "Wait is there a game today?" She never could remember, but she always did try to go to the games for her friends that played. Emma stood up, Mary followed. They'd walk to class together. | Name: Mary Winthrop
Appearance:
Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Ravenclaw
Classes taken:
NEWTs Levels
Charms
Transfiguration
DADA
Runes
Potions
Short bio: Mary was born to a backwaters hick of a mother who believed God had punished her with Mary. Mary's father was unknown to Mary, and the source of Mary's abilities seen as the worst possibility of a deal between Satan and God. Mary's mother believed she was suffering as Job had, and to free herself of the curse she must cleanse Mary. The woman's definition of cleanse grew worse as Mary's abilities grew. These abilities were never quite under control though.
Somehow word got to Mary's father, Andrew Winthrop, about her situation. How word got to him was never something he told Mary, but late in the night he took the small 8 year old from her home and freed her. It took Mary sometime before she realized she had side-along apparated.
The next few years Mary and her father learned from each other. Mary on how to trust people again, Andrew on how the simplest thing can bring joy. Mary was grossly undereducated so Andrew lost no time in catching the girl up in general education. When the letter for Hogwarts came he beamed.
Personality: Mary is a quite girl, though very curious. One would not expect her to know the things that she knows. Unless they saw her library research history. She is not quick to trust people. It is very unlikely that anyone knows her full history. She does not talk about her mother. Due to her undereducated early in her life Mary feels like she is always trying to catch up. Her wit can be particularly scathing at times.
Wand: 8 9/10 in, stiff, Fir, Unicorn hair
Patronus: Dove
Hobbies: Reading. She never got into quidditch really. Ice skating (She loves winter near the lake and always checks to make sure the ice is thick enough and has been known to spell it to be safer). A small love for movies.
Pets: A grey cat named Perry. Perry walks funny as when he was only a few months old he fell from a stair case and broke his back, even with magical help it did not heal properly.
Personal possessions: Standard things for school at Hogwarts, and a few extra books, some muggle, most adventure novels.
Relationships: TBA
NPCs: Emma Tate, A muggle born Ravencalw same year as Mary. Emma started their friendship in their first year by discussing horror movies.
Why am I awesome? |
54,253 | 1,476 | 54 | 983 | 5,954 | "Heh, of course. We have our malleable quidditch player. What else is more valuable than that?" Sylvester snickered though he stopped when asked where Ian was. That was a good question. Just where in the hell did that roughneck seeker get off to anyway? Normally he would be sitting by the Griffyndor table in the dining hall just like the rest of them, if they actually decided to not sleep instead of getting an early start of the day. "I wanted to challenge him to a spar. Magic or fists, it really doesn't matter to me, but so far we're even thirty to thirty and I want to get the upper hand against him." Ian was one of the few people in their year that Sylvester thought he could go all out against whether they were boxing or dueling with magic. No matter how gruff and cold the American was, he had Sylvester's full, unyielding respect. Hence why Sylvester has a tendency to challenge Ian to spars. That and he was the only other person in school that he knew boxed. It's not easy finding a guy that he can trade physical blows with in a place where people are so dependent on magic.
Sylvester shook his head at Darius. "No no, you misunderstand. When we are actually practicing out on the field I want you to play as a seeker, but I'm asking you a favor. Outside of practice I'm helping Genvieve improve her flying, but I figure that I'll need one more person to help me with those bludgers. I'm not sure if our main beaters are back so I'm asking you to help outside of practice. Capiche?" He leaned back in his seat and watched Darius stand back up to go get his quidditch uniform, but he motioned him to sit down. "We don't have practice right now so you may as well relax before classes start. I hope you didn't slack off while you were away, Darius." He smirked coyly at him. | Name: Lindsey Sinclair
Appearance: 5'1”, slender.
Age: 14
Year: 4th Year
House: Hufflepuff
Classes taken: N/A
Short bio: Magic stems from her father's side, with a long history of insignificant muggles on her mother's side – except, of course, for Lindsey's eternally significant mother, Helen. Raised with one older and one younger brother, Lindsey was often left alone while her brothers conspired in their boys-only activities. Consequently, she became fairly independent and quiet, spending more time with adults than children her own age. Although Lindsey's family knew riches somewhere in the past, she was raised in a fairly modest cottage atop a more impressive stretch of farmland. Lindsey was often kept from the work that was purely manual labor, but in turn she was often by her uncle's side when it came to the care-taking of the animals.
Her childhood was fairly simple and stable, with no outstanding moments to cause particularly strong emotions. Despite her youth, Lindsey spent a lot of time aiding her uncle in his labors. Her magical abilities didn't manifest themselves until she turned 8 years of age, when she made a tool her uncle needed come to her grasp during an emergency. After that, her farther became a larger figure in her life when it came to basic magical training.
Personality: Lindsey is, at a glance, soft. She speaks quietly, though often with a smile, and she's hard to rouse into a rage. She can be succinctly described as a bleeding heart, which was surely the cause of her being placed into Hufflepuff. Although she's capable of logic, Lindsey sometimes fails to dismiss the cruel words of some of her peers and, though she won't openly cry, will become subdued and listless for a short while. There seems to be a limit to her darker emotional periods, however, and whether she wills it or not, her mood eventually returns to a bright optimism. There are some perks to being raised with brothers on a farm, though: Lindsey has some physical ability to defend herself and can fight dirty, if she's even compelled to do so. Her anger is rarely stirred, and often only due to cruel treatment of animals or those she deems defenseless, at which point Lindsey develops a slightly savage twist to her personality.
Wand: Birch, 10 inches, Hippogriff feather, flexible.
Patronus: Wolverine
Hobbies: Animal care, reading, climbing to the highest places she can reach.
Pets: Mister the 20lb Norwegian Forest Cat
Personal possessions: School supplies, a large rainbow umbrella, a small bag with a fairly intensive medical/survival collection, a variety of medical and husbandry books concerning a variety of beasts such as hippogriffs, dragons, salamanders, cows, so forth.
Relationships: None as of yet.
NPCs: Her two brothers: Marcus, 7th year; Cassidy, 3nd year.
Why am I amazing? Seriously, I don't know. Why? |
54,254 | 1,476 | 55 | 1,231 | 727 | Darius shrugged, sipped on his pumpkin juice after being basically pushed back down into a sitting position. "You and your spars. It is as if some demon from afar raised you and imparted some of its bloodthristy nature upon you..." He chuckled and scanned the great hall quickly. Seems like all of the houses had some sort of representation there. There was the captain of Hufflepuff's team, captain of Ravenclaw's team, and several members of Slytherin's team as well. It was as if the inter-house showdown is about to happen that afternoon or something...
"Seeker? Isn't Ian our regular seeker? Why would you have dual-seekers...Come on Cap. I've only been away a few short weeks and you're Old Man's disease seems to have gotten worst..."Darius chuckled once again, digging at his captain verbally. Thats how they acted around each other. Verbal jousting. However, things were different if they were on the Quidditch pitch. Darius would gladly take a bludger for his captain and he assumed the same from the rest of his team while their captain would do the same for any one of them as well. On the field, they were brothers and sisters, striving for the same goal. Off it, they were some of the best friends, having gone through trials and tribulations together.
"Oh no. I made sure I got all the material before I left on the trip and I kept up with it, sending owls back and forth with the professors while I was away. My studies are fine, as usual.." He let out a nervous chuckles. What he had said was not a lie, but it was not entirely true either. Sure, his grades remained largely the same, but one is bound to fall behind some if they had to be away from school for a few weeks... | Name: Darius Di' Stefano
Appearance: 5'8", athletic build, olive-colored skin, black of hair, medium length and usually kept in a ponytail.
Age:16
Year:6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Potions
Charms
Astrology
Short bio:
Darius was born in Italy to magical parents. His father was an auror and his mother was a potions master, giving him talents in both areas. As he was growing up, his parents taught him how to embrace his talents and how to live in a muggle world where people were not likely to understand him and his talents. When he became of age, he was enrolled in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Going through Platform 9-3/4 was nothing new to him. As he waltzed through the mythical gate, he knew he was ready to embrace the world he was born for.
Personality:
Darius is playful but not overly mischievous. He is rather confident in himself and can come off to those that do not know him as arrogant. He is polite to his seniors and caring for his juniors. Brave, yet not foolhardy. Strict with himself yet lenient with others.
Wand:
Cypress, with a unicorn tail hair core
Patronus: A dog (Beagle)
Hobbies:He play Quidditch for Gryffindor. His main role is a chaser but he can be employed as a beater or the makeshift seeker if needed.
Pets: A polar bear cub. Pure white in color and weighing about 200 lbs.
Personal possessions:
An Yajirushi, imported directly from Japan after the 2014 Quidditch World Cup. He uses this as his day-to-day broom.
Small pendent, encrusted with one sapphire. An iPod, charged via magic and a set of headphones to go with it, muggle clothing, more shoes than he should really have, some hats in order to blend in in the muggle world, and the usual student possessions.
Relationships:
To be made in game |
54,255 | 1,476 | 56 | 550 | 306 | Oliver Batch
Those that know Mimi know that to be around her is to expect a harsh discussion. Oliver never fully understood the reason for her standoffish nature or brash tone of voice, but he had never seen it as any different than peoples fake friendly ways that ran rampant through the halls of the school. You always knew where you stood with Mimi, and if you didn't for some reason she would make it crystal clear if you any hesitation. "Any interest in grabbing some time in the library this afternoon after the match? Should be pretty free since everyone else is either wallowing in defeat, partying because of victory, or more likely heading into Hogsmeade to ignore the game?" Oliver's tone was very casual. Almost like he was more thinking aloud rather than actually asking a question.
Looking around the great hall he saw plenty of the usual suspects. The large number of sixth years was a nifty counter to the small number of 7th years. Perhaps their year was more academic or for whatever reason just wanted to extend their time at Hogwarts a few more years. Oliver had assumed it was the second option since so many of them were on their houses quidditch teams. Oliver had joined the team for one year, but stepped down since he was leaving on another study abroad the next year. Since then he had enjoyed the games as a spectator. The love of competition was more that drove his interest rather than invested in the actual specifics of the sport.
"Wait isn't it your house playing today? Or am I mistaken?" Olive was now actually asking Mimi a question. One he knew she would know considering her fandom of the sport. | Name:
Claudius Magnunt
Age:
25
Year:
Teacher
House:
He's associated with Hufflepuff
Classes taken:
He teaches astrology.
Short bio:
Claudius was born into a regal family of strict rules. He tried his best to follow the rules, but he was always more spacey than his two older brothers. He could never sit in one spot easily, and he was constantly yelled at for playing with his food. He was, magically, more gifted than his two brothers, as he could use magic at a much earlier age. His brothers constantly picked on and bullied him as a result.
When he went to Hogwarts, his two brothers were sorted in Ravenclaw, and he expected much the same, however, the sorting hat put him into Hufflepuff, mortifying his family. They always made up excuses as to why he could never return home for Christmas or any other break, and while Claudius was aware, a part of him hoped they were telling the truth. They never were. When Claudius graduated, he immediately cut ties with his family, and went into studying and getting ready to work in Astronomy. The old professor who had taught him Astrology was his main influence, and still motivates Claudius today.
Personality:
Spacey and not well focused, Claudius always pays attention to the little things in life. He never saw value in money or high society, so mostly he acts like he had a ruff and poor upbringing. His manners need a lot of work, and he struggles to say things properly 'Wouldya' for an example. He does most of this purely to irritate his family, even though they can't see him do these things. The only thing he puts serious passion and effort into is teaching his students about the stars, a job he's done for a while. He finds the sky beautiful in it's own way, and implores his students to see the same fascination he does.
Wand:
12 ¾" long, made of Walnut, and has a dragon heartstring.
Patronus:
A Luzon Bleeding Heart Dove.
Hobbies:
Astrology
Spacing Out
Making rich people scoff at him
Pets:
None
Personal Possessions:
A astrological map, a map that contains a moving model of the milky way galaxy.
Relationships:
None yet
NPCs:
Random Students
Why am I awesome?:
Just because m8 fite me |
54,256 | 1,476 | 57 | 2,031 | 6,489 | Aella stood straightening out her clothing and shooing Nos back into hiding then walked down the aisle between the tables. She couldn't help over hearing the others chatting about Quidditch a subject that she found tiring. It was a sport that seemed to consume their every moment and thought of her fellow students and for the life of her Aella never understood.
She could handle a broom as well as most students and loved to fly in and out of the open windows of the Manor and flying in the rafters of the great hall to annoy her parents. Quidditch though seemed a pointless game because it revolved around the seekers yet they called it a team sport, once the snitch was caught the game was done. No, not a sport like football or even rugby two muggle sports she'd actually watched while in London last summer while dating Lance the muggle boy that made her parents seethe with anger.
Remembering Lance made Aella smile and not because she cared for him for she never did but for how his presence had made her mother forget her spiders and storm into her room. She giggled as she remembered her mother's red face turning ashen white when one of her Orb spiders had dropped from the ceiling before her. Before she left her mother had used the parental lash of grounding Aella till school began which was a futile gesture because she never left her rooms at home all that often.
Once outside the great hall and away from all the Quidditch talk Aella walked out into the courtyard then out across the bridge. She was headed to Hogsmead to do a bit of shopping and observing of her peers. | Why I am Amazing
NAME : Aella Arcane
BLOODLINE : Pureblood
AGE : 16
YEAR : 6
HOUSE : SLYTHERIN
BIO : Born in Wales in the family manor "Mountain Flower" on the summit of Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) to Gwyner and Loff Arcane. Her mother is 74 and her father 92. Both parents remained neutral during the wizarding wars preferring instead to isolate themselves behind the walls of their palatial manor.
Aella is the youngest child of the Arcane Family. She has three siblings the youngest of which is 25 years her senior. Raised by servants and treated as an unwanted burden Aella has little love of her family as she's very much raised herself.
The Arcanes are a wealthy family who claim descent from the Moragan and Royalty. The former there is no proof to support but the latter is documented though their kingdom was quite small.
Aella's siblings are two witches and a wizard. Their names are Braggia (46), Gertrude (41) and Uthor (53). Uthor is in Azkaban for the import of forbidden items, Braggia is the wife of Ceril Green and Gertrude owns an auction house that does objects of magic or magical history..
Her siblings view her as an intruder but have never gone out of their way to torment, control or rid themselves of. To do so would mean that they've actually noticed Aella.
At school she's been a different sort of Slytherin who doesn't use fear as a tool but by understanding those around her by careful observation and an unusual empathy usually absent in her housemates.
Also unlike her sisters of the serpent has thrown herself into presenting herself as helpful to the teachers and staff. None can recall Aella ever using magic to torment weaker students in fact coming to the defense of a few. This is not to say that Aella has never used magic on anyone for she has and does when she's offended with her favorite spells being charms followed by hexes..
Her parents while distant are demanding always expecting Aella to conform to their every command. During the summer break she has been tutored since she was 11 by various wizards and witches making Hogwarts a chance to relax for her.
PERSONALITY : Aella is ambitious as well as driven to succeed so that she may escape her family and it's control on her. She hates potions classes saying if she needs to cook she'll hire one which explains why her grades are only good enough to pass. In DADA and Charms she is obsessive about owning every book she can find no matter the price or questionable origins. Rebellious against her parents she has actually cultivated a taste for many forms of Muggle Music often times playing them on her piano or one of many boom box systems she hides around the manor and grounds.
Aella has always loved annoying her parents sensibilities and even embarrassing them in front of guests once going so far as inviting muggle boy to dinner who had the memory erased from his mind. Aella began keeping spiders as pets because of her mother's fear of arachnids then becoming fascinated by them and collecting 100s of them. This caused her mom so much worry she moved Aella to the farthest wing of the manor and never steps foot on her floor. She causes her father concern by stretching her expenses and being seen with both muggle girls and boys.
Vindictive Aella rarely acts suddenly unless forced to instead preferring a calculated stealth attack. Once committed to the attack though she is brutally efficient and sadistic.
Wand:(neutral wood, the stronger the will, the more effective the spells.)
9 an 3/4 inches slender and flexible.
Core
(useful for charms and jinxes
Patronus : Blaidd (Wolf) Spider
Hobbies: Caring for and breeding of Spiders, Reading and researching Hexes, Music (Piano, Singing), People watching and book collecting.
(Night Shadow) which is a species of Tarantula from Asia that has a 7 to 9 inch leg span and are called "The Peacock Spider"
Personal possessions: 1 Hatch & Mortimus Witch's Steamer Trunk 4.5 x 3 x 2.5 ft. (Exterior) 12 x 6.5 x 8 ft. (Interior)
1 Featherlight book bracelet that reduces books to the size of charm bracelet charms which can be then hung from the bracelet (32 books)
Classes:
Charms
Transfiguration
Care of Magical Creatures
Study of Ancient Runes
History of Magic.
Ghoul Studies
Relationships: I'd love to have at least a friend
NPCs: I'd love to write up a Teacher for Ghoul Studies
NPC PROFESSOR OXYNTE
GHOUL STUDIES
PROFESSOR
Acantha Oxynte
(Afectionatly Known As
Miss Night)
AGE : 25 (But is actually much older)
CLASS : Ghoul Studies (This is an elective and takes place shortly after nightfall.)
SCHOOLING : (Primary) Koldovstoretz school of Witch Craft and Wizardry
(Specialized) Euro-Glyph School of Extraordinary Languages
Bio : Born somewhere in Greece around 1949 Acantha was what was known as a temple child because her mother was the Last High Priestess of Hecate and her father unknown. Conceived to be her mother's sucessor Acantha's destiny changed in a senseless attack which left her an Orphan and destroyed the temple she'd called home for her first nine years of life.
Raised by an Aunt who was barely related to her Acantha was and still is watched over by her mother's ghost and is the reason she is considered one of the Wizarding World's experts on Ghosts, Specters, Spirits and Poltergeist..
She attended Koldovstoretz in Russia where she proved a quick learner but a problem because of her ability to call Ghosts to herself. Still even with all of Acantha's Spectral troubles she graduated in the upper 10% of her class and went on to study Euro-Glyph School of Extraordinary Languages in Paris France.
Also an expert maker of potions it is known by a few that Acantha has discovered a potion to slow aging or that is at least the suspicion which is why her actual age doesn't match her perceived age.
Sought out by the Death Eaters in the first war Acantha became their enemy for refusing to join them and actually aiding those against them. And in the lull between wars Acantha made friends with Minerva McGonagall who later asked her to become the former Ghouls teacher's replacement.
She has written 23 books on the various types of Ghosts, Specters and Poltergeist her most famous "The Fetters that Bind and The Dead have Feelings" she also has written 9 books on deciphering the texts of antiquity.
PERSONALITY : Acantha is in simple terms spooky many claiming they get a chill whenever she's near, this could be due to the fact that she is always accompanied by a Ghost or just nerves. She's most definitely a night person who's rarely seen out in daylight and when she is she wears dark glasses and a large hat.
Friendly unless angered Acantha can become a powerful foe who's mastery of spirit magic can summon an army of Ghosts to her aid.
Patient and thoughtful she genuinely enjoys teaching often helping her students in classes outside of her own.
WAND : (neutral wood, the stronger the will, the more effective the spells.)
11 inches slender and flexible.
Core
(Extremly Useful for Dark Arts and Stunning)
PATRONUS : A Huge Cerberus
HOBBIES : Writing, Training animals of various type (Most often Dogs or Wolves)
PET : A Large snow white Irish Wolfhound who can rest his paws on Hagrid's shoulders and look him in the eyes
Deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts is found the Serpentine Hall and the classroom of Ghoul Studies.
Serpentine Hall not properly part of the Dungeons but the entrance to the Catacombs but by Salazar Slytherin in the tenth century. The hall is home to some of Hogwarts most beautiful stonework and sculpted art. But like many such places it is a facade that hides behind it's beauty many secrets in the Catacombs of Hogwarts.
This lonely hall is the place quoted in the legend of horrors that the older students and siblings use to frighten and astound. It is haunted by ghosts which names are known to only other ghosts and of Course the Professor of Ghoul Studies Miss Oxyntes (Pronounced Ox y nite though some few students call her Miss Night)
The quiet Miss Night is almost never seen above ground in daylight and at night seen more outdoors except on rare occasions at Feasts or important school functions. When she speaks people must strain to hear her but she has demonstrated either an ability or spell that emits a scream equal to a Banshee's which she used to drive back a group of three direwolves that had wandered on campus.
Her quarters are off her classroom and were once an abandoned crypt built for one of the Heirs of Slytherin and are twice as spacious as those of the other professors. (The only draw back is no view.) The Ghoul Studies class is conducted in the catacombs themselves but has as it's actual classroom is a small amphitheater who's lectern sets recessed into a natural half dome of Large crystals. The students desks are spacious and even described as comfy and sit 3-6-12-28 on each level. Four seats are occupied permanently, 2 on the highest level with 1 each on levels 2 an 3. ( 1 Mummy and a Skeleton top level, 1 Ghoul on the third and a former student's ghost on the second level)
The Ghoul Studies class at present has only four registered students. (Aella Arcane 6th year Slytherin. Bella Sinclair 5th year Ravenclaw, 4th year Ravenclaw and Horace Uthur 166th year At Large former Gryffindor 7th year)
Class begins exactly two hours after dark or evening meal in the long nights of winter. Usually Miss Night tells her class the history of the area they'll visit that night or the legends of the ghosts they might encounter. Sometimes though Miss Night's mother and a ghost takes over teaching a portion of the course mother and daughter call practical questions and answers. No one his sure what Miss night does on those night's which she doesn't appear to teach.
Once a month Miss Night locks the students in a catacomb section where Peeves is allowed to play with them anyway he wishes so long as they are not harmed. ( Feel free to try magic on Peeves but be warned that he's resisted many attempts to expel him and a couple of those that tried had to leave the school shortly afterwards.)
"SHE'S SO AMAZING" |
54,257 | 1,476 | 58 | 2,528 | 277 | Nick Hornhill
Ever since Darius opened his big mouth, the only thing Nick wanted to do is Stupefy him to death. Fortunately, the breakfast was delightful, and his tummy still rumbling, so he busied himself with his bread and bacon instead. Although confident with their current standing against their next opponent, Nick felt a bit bothered.
"Yeah well, Ravenclaws are known for their well coordinated offense, they can sneak through even in the thickest defense of the opposing team. They're not even quick with their brooms, they just simply distract and then attack. Although strong, they are extremely weak with defense. You can be sure a few bludgers coming their way, it'll send them scampering about the field." Nick paused to swallow his food, "But the real threat is their Seeker, that Wade dude. Keen eyes, quick, and he's got a bunch of tricks under his sleeves. We should definitely watch out for him."
Of course Nick can watch their hoops. He has given the Slytherins a hard time making points the last time, or at least before they catch the Snitch. He can definitely do it again. He's been pushing himself every practice, and he'll be prepared. But if Ian could catch the Snitch before Wade, so much the better. And then 'plop'.
"What the -" Nick almost jumped out of his seat.
Something wet and soft hit his forehead, once, twice, all hitting the same spot. The fruits plopped noisy down to his lap. Annoyed, Nick scanned the crowd for the culprit, and then he saw him, seated with a blonde girl, a grin etched on his face. "Damn you, Ian!" Nick muttered under his breath.
Nick stood, fished his wand inside his bag, and then raise it above his head so Ian can see. He swished it once, flicked it twice in front of him, and then he traced a perfect circle in the air. Although he didnt say the right incantation (not that he knows it), he heard a few gasp, sniggers, and disapproving tuts around him. The gesture was meant to be rude. It was used to cast a certain insignia of some dark wizard once, some dude called Lord Moldybert, or something, Nick couldnt remember. But most people use the gesture now to insult someone, the equivalent of the muggle middle finger gesture. Nick knew that it would amuse Ian more than making him feel insulted. Pleased with himself, Nick sat down again, then started to attack his last piece of egg and bacon. | Name: Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill
Age: 17
Year: 6th year
House: Gryffindor
Classes Taken:
Transfiguration
Potions
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Alchemy
Herbology
Astronomy
Short bio: Born in a muggle family of doctors, Nick was the first to receive his Hogwarts Acceptance Letter. It all came as a shock knowing that there hasnt been the slightest indication of magic in his family at any point in time. His father thought it was absurd and didnt approved of it a single bit. Nick also thought it was absurd at first, but felt incredibly curious to see for himself what this Hogwart's school really is. So with annoying persistence, he finally convinced his father to send him to the said school, and was really glad that he did.
Personality: Firm in his decisions and can be quite persistent. Once he set his mind into something he will not stop at nothing to make it come true no matter how crazy and reckless it is. Nick is quite inquisitive, and always snooping that has definitely gotten him into all kinds of tight situations just because he has the will to meddle in things he shouldnt be meddling with.
Wand: Alder wood, 13 inches with Unicorn Hair core, bendy.
Patronus: A capuchin monkey.
Hobbies: The most notable hobby he has is playing Quidditch, and he's good at it too. He plays as the Gryffindor's Keeper for 3 consecutive years already along with several of his friends. Though he once played in a soccer team before he got to Hogwarts, but his interest in the said muggle sport was short lived. Nick also fared well in potions and Transfiguration compared to any of his other subjects.
Pets: A tabby cat called Mr. Periwinkle.
Personal possessions: A silver locket encrusted with several irregular shaped red stones. Although the trinket was as normal as any locket could be, but what makes it special was the tiny stone inside it, even finer than the ones outside, that Nick believes has a magical property of some sort (though never proven), and for a very good reason, because he bought it on one of his rare trips to Knockturn Alley. He wears it all the time. Oh and he got his broom, a later edition of Firebolt but way much better than its predecessors nonetheless.
Relationships: Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw - he is Nick's partner in crime, where most of the time it was Nick committing the crime and Ian the one getting them out of it. If not for Damian, Nick could've been kicked out of school a long time ago. If not for him, there's no one to look out for teachers when they try to sneak out of school during off hours, no one to cover for him when he smuggles forbidden merch from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, no one to tell him if the prank he's about to pull was too much or too dull and needs to step it up a bit, and no one else in the entire school who can actually put up with all his crazies and actually carry it out with him. Its safe to say that Ian is the closest thing he can call as a 'best friend'.
NPCs: - |
54,258 | 1,476 | 59 | 212 | 819 | Damian fought the heavy urge to facepalm at Nick's blatant show of disrespect and rudeness. Lord Voldermort killed families and children, and yet the buffoon just made the gesture that showed him to be a part of the man's long-dead conquest. It was much like the muggle middle-finger - something Damian himself used an almost obscene amount - and so, he responded with a brief middle-finger himself, before glancing once more, over to the blonde female sitting beside him.
"Sorry for wasting magical food." He grumbled, taking out his wand and muttering something, with a brief flick towards his fork. It promptly turned into a green, plump apple, which the Quidditch Seeker grabbed and took a massive chunk out of. After a second of chewing, he swallowed deeply and turned his eyes towards Leo. The lion stared back at it's owner, and after a minor stare-down, Damian smirked and ruffled it's fur. "Why are you sitting by me?" It wasn't meant to sound rude; it was just stone-blunt and to the point. Damian was usually sought after by some girls due to his unconscious 'bad-boy, bad-ass' persona, but it was weird for a girl he KNEW to not romantically like him, hang around him for so long. Weird and new. | Name: Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw
Appearance:
Age: 17
Year: Sixth
Classes:
Transfiguration
Potions
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Alchemy
Study of Ancient Runes
Care of Magical Creatures
House: Gryffindor
Short bio: Damian was born in America, a half-blooded boy raised in a bad neighborhood, somewhere between the borders of Texas and Arkansas. His father was a magical wizard - a former Auror, to be more specific, while his mother was a simple muggle housewife. Life growing up wasn't easy. He was often picked on at school, for no reason other than the fact that the bullies were idiots, and quickly learned to fight with his fists, feet, head, elbows, knees...practically everything. Magic didn't really interest him, but when he tried, he got his first spell done correctly, marking him as a naturally talented wizard - much to his stoicness, and his father's happiness.
However, Damian was busy with MMA and Boxing lessons - even at a young age, he was taught beginner stuff, but, at the age of ten, something happened...even he couldn't help. His father was gone on some Britian wizarding business, and an infamous gang in their neighborhood crashed the party. Long story short, unthinkable things were done to his mother while he was on the floor, half-knocked out and bleeding from fractures and broken bones...in the end, his mother was killed.
It was abrupt, insane, and brutal...but it happened. This marked the start. When his dad came, Damian was sent to Britain - as an American Exchange Student, to go to Hogwarts. Apparently, that's why his dad left. His dad became distant after that, and they never really talked much. Damian continued to take MMA and boxing lessons, and practiced magic so that, when his fists couldn't do the talking, curses could. He promised that he would never let anything like that happen to anyone close to him again.
Personality: Damian can come off as a rough, unfeeling boy, having suffered quite a bit of sad events in his life, early on. This gives him a tough outer-shell. He's independent, not easily making emotional connections, but this has also made him focused, brave, and determined - while also being protective of the friends he has. It's rather easy for him to get annoyed, but rather than throwing a hissy fit, he tends to either act violent, or put the anger into training. This makes him rather ambitious, which is why, combined with his quick-thinking and reflexes, makes him ingenious in stressful situations.
It's easy for others to get intimidated by the American, especially due to his calloused demeanor and blunt ways of getting things straight, and he will not take any crap from anyone. Despite all of his callousness, however, Damian is inwardly kind towards the 'nicer' people, and will help when he sees bad things happening to good or semi-good people. The kindness is gruff as if he's reluctant to show compassion. He can also be cheerful when either drunk, or happy about some success - successful pranks, for instance. Tends to smirk when things go his way, as well. Is rather quiet, all things considered, but absolutely has no trouble speaking up when he feels like it, although he tends to let his fists or wand do the talking when necessary. Actions speak louder than words.
Summary - Focused, determined, brave, quick-thinker, tough & calloused, ambitious. Maintains a cool, detached image. Oddly enough, he is very much like a lion...or a griffin.
Wand: Fir wood wand, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 1/2 inches.
Hobbies: Flying on his broom - Quidditch, to be more specific. He's incredibly good as a Seeker, and has been scouted by official wizarding teams ever since his third year. || Practicing the more practical magic arts, and perfecting them; Most are afraid to duel with the brusque American...his over-charged Reductos are very scary. || Exercising, something most wizards don't do. Magic is fine and all, but lifting weights and sprinting up hills tends to get the blood flowing.
Pets: A magical lion cub called 'Leo'. It has the physical appearance of a regular lion cub, but as it grows - which it does a bit faster than normal, it's size will become noticeably larger than any other muggle lions. It's hide will also be magic resistant as it grows.
Personal possessions: Other than the necessary thing, such as his necessary robes and school supplies, depending on the time of the RP, Damian has his personal riding broom, bought after quite a bit of hard work, and some funding from his parents, along with the sponsorship of a Wizarding Quidditch Team that wants to see him succeed; he has the Firebolt Supreme, hailed as the greatest racing broom in the 21st century. Hehas some less than legal items, easily disguised. For instance, the ring on his left and right hands will actually turn into brass-knuckles once a sliver of magic is siphoned into them. He also has a map, which was, once again, funded by a bunch of hard work and odd jobs; a map enchanted by some guy in France, which allows him to see the presence of anyone within a certain distance around him, along with their names.
He also has a few muggle-fied things; a motorcycle, tricked out with different runes and charms so that it could...yes, fly. A set of muggle clothing that he wears when not forced to wear robes, and boxing gloves, boxing tape, a weight set, and a heavy-duty punching bag that's charmed to never break or rip. He keeps the boxing equipment constantly in his shrunken trunk, unless he trains that day.
Patronus: Griffin
Relationships: Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill - Despite their minor differences, with Damian being a bit more cold, focused, and ruthless than Nick, and Nick being a bit more wreckless, inquisitive, and persistent, they quickly became friends - with Nicholas really being one of the few people Damian talks to out of the Quidditch field. Damian's quick-thinking and ferocious presence has gotten them out of quite a few bad situations, and Nicholas is the one to make them go through the bad situations, with his love for pranks and the such - which, although he wouldn't admit it, has rubbed off on Damian as well. People have learned not to bully or otherwise mess with Nicholas due to the threat of Damian finding out - not to say that many people bothered Nick in the first place..
NPCs: His dad.
Why am I awesome?
'Cause. |
54,259 | 1,476 | 60 | 2,465 | 3,276 | ~Karen Antonius~
Karen had an amused look on her face as she watched the exchange between Nick and Damian, as well as nodding in approval after he apologized for the food. She took a moment to have a few bites of her meal before responding to his question. "Why does anyone sit with someone? Do I need to have a reason?" she said with a light smile. "Well, I suppose I can say for your peace of mind that I am bored, and I think that you're an interesting person to be around; as always, my assumption was correct."
As she said this, she pointed to Nick, then to the Dark Mark still hanging in the air. "Speaking of which, does your friend not know what that symbol means?" she wondered. Some time has passed since the dark times where Voldemort ran loose, but they weren't so far away that they could be considered ancient history. The scars from the war were still healing, and even if the new generation did not know of the fear Voldemort produced, they should still know better than to invoke his mark in the presence of people who did - like the teachers.
"I can't imagine that the teachers are going to like that very much," she said, mildly amused. | Name: Karen Violet Camillus Antonius
Karen is a towhead, a kind of platinum blond that looks silver when exposed to light. She has amber eyes, primarily gold in color. Her hair is long and wavy and reaches just above her hip. She's pale and weighs about 40kg. She's 147 cm tall.
Her three sizes are: 79 / 55 / 78
Age: 15.7
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
- Charms
- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Herbology
- Arithmancy
- Astronomy
- Alchemy
- Potions
- Divination
- Transfiguration
Short bio:
Karen's mother was a well traveled witch, who was also a known duelist. Because of her abrasive attitude, she got into plenty of fights. In one of these fights she was cursed heavily using ancient Dark Magic and no magic could break it. While searching desperately for a cure, she bumped into Kyle Antonius, who was not a deacon at the time. The man realizing that she was distressed but not knowing the reason, offered her a prayer and a free meal. The next day the curse had disappeared.
The two met with each other constantly after that, both their interests in each other piqued. What then started as an awkward friendship with much arguments turned into love, and they were eventually married.
When Karen was born, a similar miracle occurred; at the exact day of her birth, many people found that they were cured from sickness, even terminal patients were cured. Claudia linked it to magic, Kyle's father called it a miracle, while Kyle said it was magic that came from a miracle.
As Karen grew, her fascination with the suffering and helping of others became evident, much to her fathers delight. Much to her mothers dismay, however, she also inherited her fathers wonderful personality. Karen developed an interest in healing magic, however she is extremely unconventional with the way she does things, which makes people worry.
Personality:
Karen has an angelic personality and is forgiving to the point that she believes her only purpose in life is to help others, even if she is hurt in the process. She never blames the person who has hurt her and blames the act on devils who caused the person to commit whatever sin. Whenever she is at fault, she apologizes to God rather than the person, although she doesn't mean to be rude - she's just weird that way.
However, in contrast to her angelic persona, she also loves teasing people and exploiting others’ emotional vulnerability. Upon discovery of an individual’s weak spot, she enjoys bringing it out to light in front of all the other characters. While this antagonizes many people and causes much outrage and humiliation, she remains calm. Caren however will not go too far with this, so long as she isn't forced to. Most of the time she uses it for harmless teasing. Basically, Karen likes to troll people.
Karen insists on acting on her standards of grace and etiquette in every situation. She does not panic or overreact and always maintains a pristine and untouched persona. Even in the face of people who consider her enemies or show her open hostility, she will not so much as frown, in fact, she would still be very polite with them. Of course, this same grace is applied to her teasing.
She is a devout Catholic, as strange as it may seem, and often quotes from scriptures or phrases from the Bible mostly for her own convenience, but when she wants to, she is actually quite wise in going about their use.
Despite her calm and unaffected persona, she is cunning, perceptive, efficient and a surprisingly ruthless person for someone who was placed into Gryffindor. In fact, many are surprised she is in the house at all - it seems she would make a much better Slytherin.
She is somewhat of a mad-scientist, as she is prone to experimenting with different spell, potions, etc.
Her personality greatly resembles her fathers.
Wand: Fig Tree, slightly elastic, 15 inches; Simurgh feather core. If the wand is burned for whatever reason, it immediately summons the Simurgh.
Patronus: An Axolotl
Hobbies: Studying; flowers and flower arranging, history, theology, philosophy, sewing, praying, healing, languages. Teasing people.
Pets: A Crowned Solitary Eagle; it's illegal to own, doubly so because it's endangered, but her mothers a witch so . . . magic?
Personal possessions:
A Bible, Rosary, golden cross, and a red enchanted scarf; it's enchanted to bind men specifically. So long as it's wrapped around them, they will be unable to move unless they're attacked by something. The scarf was a gift from her mother that Karen uses with great effect.
Relationships:
A good number of people in Hogwarts are terrified of her including some of the teachers, due to her knack of identifying and exploiting their weaknesses.
Is somehow friends with the current Rector Major of the Salesians, whom she discusses philosophy and magic with occasional.
NPCs:
Kyle John Antonius - Karen's father; deacon, skeptic, wise-man, exceptional troll.
Claudia Lily Camillus Antonius - Karen's mother; witch, adventurer, duelist, prone to snark, and a good wife - to Kyle anyway.
The Simurgh - An extremely rare and powerful magical bird with that can purify lands and waters, bless people with good fortune, inspire wisdom and raise heroes. It's healing powers are so strong that so long as there is even a hint of life left in a person, they will be healed. |
54,260 | 1,476 | 61 | 2,510 | 878 | -My name is Stein and i am in 4 grade, then i see you in lunch,goodbye
And with That stein finished his breakfast and goed to his room to started to read about the quidditch he readed a lot , so much that the time for him passed very fast | Name - Devin Coal
Age - 27
Position - Care for Magical Creatures
Short bio
Born and raised in Cape Town, South Africa Devin has had a life full of adventure. His family is completely muggle born save for his great great great great grandfather. Needless to say everyone was surprised, but thankfully supportive. A magical school in South Africa helped with bringing David into the world of magic. After seven years with a specialty in Care for Magical Creatures Devin left to work for the magical community in Africa.
During his time in Africa Devin worked with both muggle NGO’s and the International Magical Creature Protection group. He was able to travel all over Africa protecting both muggle and magical creatures from greedy poachers. He loved his work, but found it depressing that no matter how hard he worked the job wasn’t seeing any results other than temporary.
While traveling for a conference Devin met the former Care For Magical Creatures for Hogwarts. They immediately hit it off, and after some convincing Devin was talked into doing a career swap. The change in pace is something Devin is excited for and after getting the green light from the IMCP and Hogwarts he packed his backpack and began a summer trip traveling slowly towards Hogwarts.
Personality
Friendly, adaptable, action-oriented. A "Doer" who can be often focused on immediate results. He lives in the here-and-now, absolutely a risk-takers who lives a fast-paced lifestyle. Can grow impatient with long explanations. Extremely loyal to his peers, but not usually respectful of laws and rules if they get in the way of getting things done. Great people skills.
Wand: Yew, 10” Fire Lion Mane Hair
Patronus: Giant Eagle
Hobbies: Birding - Hiking - Animals
Pets: Numerous
Relationships
Since Devin grew up and went to school in South Africa he has little to no relationships with students or teachers at Hogwarts. |
54,261 | 1,476 | 62 | 2,097 | 1,847 | Terrabeth
Terra smiled after Devin after he left her room and took a deep breath. He was cute, she had to admit that. Hearing her stomach growl, she clutched it for a minute, her face flushing slightly red as she realized that she hadn't eaten anything for the longest time. She hurried down out of her classroom, passing people on the way down the hallway toward the Great Hall. She smiled and nodded to them, especially the Gryffindors. She had always had a fondness for that house.
Hurrying into the Great Hall, she went and took up her seat next to an empty one, near the Headmaster. She sat quietly and immediately began to eat as much as she could. She was starving for some reason and she realized that she hadn't eaten anything since lunch the previous day. | Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken:
NEWT Levels
Charms
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Potions
Runes
Short bio: Genevieve grew up in mostly Manchester, England with her two magical parents. She is a pureblood witch, but she never really wanted to be. She hated how she was different from everyone. Everyone seemed to be repelled by her when she was younger, as if her magical was driving them away, even if they didn’t know about it. She was bullied a lot for being weird and she always tended to come home crying her eyes out.
That all changed when her mother got cancer. They tried everything to save her, even spells and potions, but nothing seemed to beat it. With her last dying breath, her mother told Genevieve that if Genevieve wanted a normal life so badly, then this would be what she had to go through every day. Genevieve hated that, but she did not hate her mother for telling her. With that, she embraced her magic and her weird side. She stood up to the bullies at school and she was brave and when she turned eleven she got her letter to go to Hogwarts.
Once she got to Hogwarts, she immediately felt better about who she was and she felt confident in herself again. She was sorted into Gryffindor because the Sorting Hat saw in her mind what all that she has gone through and how her personality is now in spite of that. She plays Quidditch for her mother because her mother was an amazing Chaser and she always wanted to be like the woman who told her to embrace her weirdness.
Personality: Though she is very brave, loyal, and trusting, Genevieve is not the most outgoing person in the world. She tends to sit in her room and read rather than mess around outdoors. She does love to play Quidditch and is an amazing Chaser, just like her mother was. She is always warm and open to meeting new people, but she doesn’t really like large crowds. She doesn’t talk to very many people, but once a person is introduced to her, she is warmer toward them. She always stands up for what she believes is right, even if that means going against some rules, and she will always remain a loyal friend to whoever wants to be her friend. She takes blows as they come and always tries to overcome them with the best her of ability.
Wand: Cedar, Phoenix Feather, 12 ½ inches
Patronus: Golden Retriever (so a Dog…)
Hobbies: She is a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and loves to write and read. She also loves to dance, but she tends to dance whenever she thinks that she is alone. Besides those things, she just tends to go with the flow for whatever anyone wants to do.
Pets: An almost pure white snowy owl named Geric
Personal possessions: Her Firebolt 2000, which she got from her mother. It is three generations under the Firebolt Supreme, but it is still almost as fast as the Supreme, though it has a little less maneuverability. She has a locket from her mother which has a picture of her mother and her father in one side and her on the other side. Besides that, she has everything that she has bought.
Relationships:
Patrick Ford- Genevieve and Patrick have been close friends ever since they got to Hogwarts their first year. She wound up having to sit next to him because all of the other cars were full and she didn't have anywhere else to sit. They got to talking and became fast friends immediately. She was disappointed when she got sorted into Gryffindor and him to Hufflepuff, but that didn't stop their friendship. They hung out often and began to play against each other in Quidditch when they both joined their second year, her as a Chaser and him as a Beater. There was some rough patches though, especially after he hit the Bludger directly at her their third year and knocked her off her broom. But he was very kind afterwards and apologized for it, just stating that it was a competition and he wanted to win. They have had a friendly rivalry ever since, but it has become slightly more than a friendship to her. In fact, she has developed a minor crush on him.
NPCs: Geric, her owl; her father
Why am I amazing? Because I love to write more than anything in the world. :)
Professor Terrabeth "Terra" Carlyle
Age: 28
Position: Transfiguration Teacher
House: She does not have a house, considering she is a teacher, but she has a particular attachment to the Gryffindor house.
Short bio: Professor Carlyle was mostly a travelling witch to begin with. She was a Keeper for the most part, watching over budding wizards and witches when they were young and helping the headmaster of Hogwarts get out letters to those children. Since she always watched those children, she had to help hide their magic rom the Muggle world, so she took up Transfiguration as a helpful tool to hide it. Since she was so good at it, Professor McGonagall hired her as the Transfiguration teacher in her stead. Professor Carlyle knew that she would have a better chance at helping her students that she sent there that way and she took up the job immediately. She is originally from the U.S., so she has an American accent.
Personality: Professor Carlyle is a very caring individual and she loves children. She can be a bit of a stickler when it comes to rules, but she can also be your friend when she needs to be. She is often very quiet, listening and learning more than she is teaching, and she believes in learning by failing. She always has the students try everything first before she helps guide them to what they are supposed to do. She also is very sly and sometimes goes behind the headmaster’s or headmistress’s back to help out some of her students with tests. She is also very mischievous. She sometimes pulls pranks on her students and even some of the other teachers.
Wand: Birch, Unicorn Hair, 14 inches
Patronus: Fox
Hobbies: She enjoys a good game of Quidditch as well as reading, but she is a masterful dueler, so she is always interested in watching the Defense Against The Dark Arts classes and even helping out with dueling with the younger kids every once in a while.
Pets: A beautiful Persian cat with bright blue eyes named Critter and a tawny owl named Verona
Personal possessions: She does not really have any, except for her suitcase that has a bunch of stickers on it from all of the places she has been.
Relationships: N/A
NPCs: Critter, Verona |
54,262 | 1,476 | 63 | 2,510 | 878 | Professor Ezalia
The Headmistress was not particularly distressed. In fact, she was quite pleased. She had just booked for the 6th years to go and watch the Quidditch World Cup in April, for all their hard work on their O.W.L.s last year.She was just finishing her breakfast, and was about to stand up to announce the trip. Yes, she knew that it was probably going to cause a commotion from the other years. In fact, she may have to organise for the 7th years to go and watch the Gobstones World Cup in July. So, all in all, Gwendolyn was feeling pretty good - that was, until the Dark Mark appeared in the air. She stifled a scream - she was just a girl when Lord Voldemort was at the peak of his "reign". Dark magic was the last thing she wanted to see today, and her voice boomed over the great hall and towards the Gryffindor table, "Nicholas Gregory Hornhill! Are you responsible for this?" She waved her hand towards the Dark Mark floating a way above the ground, "Come with me immediately!" She leant in to Professor Carlyle, who was snorting down food, and lowered her voice to a mutter, "Keep an eye for me whilst I take the despicable student to my office, Terrabeth." Gwendolyn made a hand gesture for Nicholas to follow her, and promptly left the hall.
Walking along the corridors, Professor Ezalia hoped the silence was hurting Nicholas as much as it was hurting her. They reached the stone gargoyle and she whispered, so Nick could not hear her, "Unicorn blood." The stone gargoyle sprang to the side and they stepped onto the staircase inside. Gwendolyn could barely repress a smile at Nicholas's look of shock as the staircase began moving. She opened the door into her office and sat behind her desk. She purely expected Nicholas to sit opposite. "Right. You do know why you are here, don't you? The significance of that Dark Mark? Voldemort's Dark Mark?" Even though she tried to disguise it, you could still hear a hint of terror in her voice. | Name - Devin Coal
Age - 27
Position - Care for Magical Creatures
Short bio
Born and raised in Cape Town, South Africa Devin has had a life full of adventure. His family is completely muggle born save for his great great great great grandfather. Needless to say everyone was surprised, but thankfully supportive. A magical school in South Africa helped with bringing David into the world of magic. After seven years with a specialty in Care for Magical Creatures Devin left to work for the magical community in Africa.
During his time in Africa Devin worked with both muggle NGO’s and the International Magical Creature Protection group. He was able to travel all over Africa protecting both muggle and magical creatures from greedy poachers. He loved his work, but found it depressing that no matter how hard he worked the job wasn’t seeing any results other than temporary.
While traveling for a conference Devin met the former Care For Magical Creatures for Hogwarts. They immediately hit it off, and after some convincing Devin was talked into doing a career swap. The change in pace is something Devin is excited for and after getting the green light from the IMCP and Hogwarts he packed his backpack and began a summer trip traveling slowly towards Hogwarts.
Personality
Friendly, adaptable, action-oriented. A "Doer" who can be often focused on immediate results. He lives in the here-and-now, absolutely a risk-takers who lives a fast-paced lifestyle. Can grow impatient with long explanations. Extremely loyal to his peers, but not usually respectful of laws and rules if they get in the way of getting things done. Great people skills.
Wand: Yew, 10” Fire Lion Mane Hair
Patronus: Giant Eagle
Hobbies: Birding - Hiking - Animals
Pets: Numerous
Relationships
Since Devin grew up and went to school in South Africa he has little to no relationships with students or teachers at Hogwarts. |
54,263 | 1,476 | 64 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Professor McCarthy
Kyle McCarthy had had a busy morning before breakfast preparing a test for the Ravenclaws that morning. It was one that the older students would be helping the younger students on and he looked forward to the practical.
He got into the Great Hall just in time to watch Gwendolyn bore down on the sixth year boy, Hornhill. That gave him just enough time to get something quick to eat and make his way back up to his office on the third floor before the students would arrive. | Name: Mary Winthrop
Appearance:
Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Ravenclaw
Classes taken:
NEWTs Levels
Charms
Transfiguration
DADA
Runes
Potions
Short bio: Mary was born to a backwaters hick of a mother who believed God had punished her with Mary. Mary's father was unknown to Mary, and the source of Mary's abilities seen as the worst possibility of a deal between Satan and God. Mary's mother believed she was suffering as Job had, and to free herself of the curse she must cleanse Mary. The woman's definition of cleanse grew worse as Mary's abilities grew. These abilities were never quite under control though.
Somehow word got to Mary's father, Andrew Winthrop, about her situation. How word got to him was never something he told Mary, but late in the night he took the small 8 year old from her home and freed her. It took Mary sometime before she realized she had side-along apparated.
The next few years Mary and her father learned from each other. Mary on how to trust people again, Andrew on how the simplest thing can bring joy. Mary was grossly undereducated so Andrew lost no time in catching the girl up in general education. When the letter for Hogwarts came he beamed.
Personality: Mary is a quite girl, though very curious. One would not expect her to know the things that she knows. Unless they saw her library research history. She is not quick to trust people. It is very unlikely that anyone knows her full history. She does not talk about her mother. Due to her undereducated early in her life Mary feels like she is always trying to catch up. Her wit can be particularly scathing at times.
Wand: 8 9/10 in, stiff, Fir, Unicorn hair
Patronus: Dove
Hobbies: Reading. She never got into quidditch really. Ice skating (She loves winter near the lake and always checks to make sure the ice is thick enough and has been known to spell it to be safer). A small love for movies.
Pets: A grey cat named Perry. Perry walks funny as when he was only a few months old he fell from a stair case and broke his back, even with magical help it did not heal properly.
Personal possessions: Standard things for school at Hogwarts, and a few extra books, some muggle, most adventure novels.
Relationships: TBA
NPCs: Emma Tate, A muggle born Ravencalw same year as Mary. Emma started their friendship in their first year by discussing horror movies.
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54,264 | 1,476 | 65 | 1,484 | 1,595 | High in the dark halls, deep in the oldest part of Hogwarts, far beyond where students dare to adventure and past where people bother to attempt to keep clean...lay a Coffin as black as night and marked with the seal of an ancient sect of Wizards known only for the light magic they fought with, there in the dampness of that dark and forgotten place, rested one of those wizards...A Paladin.
Gabriel slowly pushed open the lid to the place he chose to sleep, To be completely honest he hated the damn thing but it had a locking mechanism inside that allowed him the ability to take his locket off and rest without the constant drain on him. He lifted the lid completely and pulled himself out onto the floor and he smiled when he saw the chalice of water was still sitting there, he used his special magic to turn it into blood and started drinking like a starved animal, which if anyone saw him like this is exactly what they would think he was. No matter how long time passed a Vampire could never find true acceptance amongst mortals and he knew this well know.
He withdrew his lips from the chalice after it was dry and wiped them clean before tossing the chalice into his coffin and closing the lid. Once he was dressed in his suit that he wore in the music hall, he started walking along walls and ceilings until he grew closer to where there was life in the school. He walked through the halls a beautiful and proud man but his eyes gave away his nature, A true predator...At least that's how it felt.
He walked past some people but payed no mind to any of them as he walked towards his classroom, after all...He never attended any of the meals and only came to dinner on occasions like Christmas and big events, other than that he was unknown in the school. Magic came before music here and Gabriel simply had to remind himself of that constantly, not once had he ever seen a wizard or witch come into his class to truly learn about the art that is music. Maybe this year would be different? or maybe it would simply be another series of mornings where he taught children who where half awake and didn't care? Or where he simply played piano alone because no one bothered to show up. | Name:
Gabriel Hall
Appearance:
Age:
932
House:
Gryffindor
Short bio:
Vampires...Silver Tongued demons of the night who prey on the innocent and weak. Paladins...Wizards who took up arms as an order of Warriors of the light who fought these terrible beasts...At least that's how it was once.
Many years ago, the night creatures were much greater in number and they terrorized people throughout Transylvania and many other parts of Europe. The people of that time feared for their lives and the future of their children...A group of Wizards, once soldiers in a secret war that raged right alongside the crusades, came to humanity's aid. In the darkest hour, on a hill outnumbered a hundred to one these Wizards used their magic together to destroy hundreds of vampires and many other nightlings, The story goes that the Wizards used their pure hearts and magic light to save us all. At least...That's how the story goes.
The truth is a much darker tale.
They were brothers, In arms and blood. Those brave four who had faced down dark wizards and turned the tide of battle in the favor of the light, They were finally going home.
As they turned the bend they came to the forest that smelled deeply of cherrywood and soft pine. It was beautiful to see again but not enough to slow their progress. The four continued walking side by side through the trees and past the shimmering creek, It was then that Gabriel first noticed something was wrong, He approached the stream only to recoil at the sight of the body of a farmer from their village half submerged in the water, The others approached to the horror before Thomas asked, "What did this?" Emil knelt down next to the body and cast a spell quietly, checking for traces of magic, he was shocked when his spell fizzled out, "No magic here..." Raphael the strongest of their group, turned the corpse over and what they saw shocked the four strong warriors, the mans chest was caved in by what looked like massive claws. Gabriel broke the uneasy silence with a point, "Why are their werewolves this far inland?" Raphael drew his sword, "I don't like the look of this..." Emil stood straight and also drew his sword, "Guys...The village..." His words broke the men from their shock and the four of them started running as hard as the could to reach the village.
It was Gabriel who broke the treeline first and what he saw there froze him dead in his tracks. The village...Their village was a charred ruin. Bodies lie scattered about as if their had been fighting everywhere in the village before they had met their demise. For hours the men searched, every building, every well, anywhere to find even a sliver of life in something. Gabriel sunk to his knees at the sight of the home he had grown up in nothing but embers. It took the might of all his friends to pull him away from the sight. Having found no life, the Warriors decided on going a village over and finding rest there.
They would come to find a people in terror and a village without hope of a brighter day. Through the next few months the men mourned their families and their home, but it wasn't until that fateful night that the men would become the Night's most wanted. The village had grown accustomed to Vampires and Lycans coming in the night to snatch up two or three people. However the four would not allow this to simply happen. That night at least 20 vampires came and were put to the sword by the four. They simply had no idea what they had started.
Word of what they had done reached the ears of The dark wizard turned immortal, Dracul...And he sent many more to face them and again they were slain. Dracul would not stand by as some unknown wizards attempted to usurp his kingdom from him and so he gave the order and he and his army set out to erase these "Vampire Slayers". Vampires ravaged the land burning and devouring everything in their path until they were met...On that hill.
During the battle Gabriel was bitten and In an act of pure desperation in hopes of saving the village they had come to call home the four agreed to use a spell that would use their life forces to cast, a spell that would shine light as bright as the noonday sun over the valley. Dracul wasn't fast enough to stop the spell and the four saved mankind...Gabriel...Had been half turned when the spell went off, enough human to survive the light and enough immortal to cast the spell and live. Dracul was wise and through Gabriel the vampires would flourish once more or so Dracul would have hoped...In truth Gabriel only ever drank from the truly wicked and when he did so he took their life.
Gabriel spent many years studying and eventually found a way, with magic, to turn water into drinkable blood. and thus he also created the spells that he uses to cloak himself from the sun and give his skin color. He then used his time to learn about the art he had intended to learn when he was a boy...Music.
Gabriel taught himself to play many instruments and wrote many beautiful songs and deep sonnets and at the request of many kings and lords, he played. It was then that he met Dumbledore and they became good friends, Dumbledore told him of a place he could always come and stay and teach the art he loved so very much to others. Upon Dumbledore's death Gabriel came to teach at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry to honor his old friend's request...As the music professor.
Personality:
Kindhearted and strong, with a will of iron, Gabriel still holds himself to that which he was many years ago, Weather this is good or bad it certainly affects his life. He has a coldness to him but in truth he finds speaking through music much more powerful and true than speaking aloud.
Wand:
African Blackwood With a Phoenix feather core.
Patronus:
Harpy Eagle.
Hobbies:
Writing, Composing, Walking the grounds at all hours of the night,
Personal possessions:
Carries a sword with a purple gem on the hilt that doubles as a looking glass/Crystal ball.
A locket that is imbued with powerful charms to keep color on his skin.
Relationships:
NPCs: His dear friend Luciano who tends to Gabriel and his many "Illnesses", (In truth he is a thrall...Bound to service under Gabriel. Many would say this is cruel...However Luciano was a killer and a dark wizard...Gabriel changed that.)
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54,265 | 1,476 | 66 | 1,427 | 1,081 | With his business done with the lovely Transfiguration professor Devin made his way down the staircase and trough the great hallway to the grounds of the school. Today was a showcase class which meant a large number of non regular students were likely to attend his class. He thought about spicing the class up a little and instead of giving a short lecture about some of the interesting animals that lived in Egypt he decided to bring a little bit of Egypt to the class. He actually got the idea after sitting in on one of Terra's classes. After all it was the ancient Egyptians who had the most fun with Transfiguration.
When he reached the outside classroom along the north side of the grounds near the lake he saw several of the cages holding the creatures the class would be studying. There were three in total and while he was positive many would know at least one, he was excited to share some of the lesser known monsters to the expected class of students. As he heard the next ring of the bell he started to see a few early bird students making their way towards him. | Name: Allison MacDonald
Appearance:
Age: 14
Heritage: Half-blood (Witch mother, Muggle father)
Year: Fourth
House: Gryffindor
Classes taken: N/A
Short bio: There’s not a lot to be said about her personally, really. She lost her maternal grandparents during the first war, and her parents spent much of the second in hiding after her mother was labelled a “blood traitor”.
Personality: Outgoing and friendly, but steadfast in her convictions. And if you know what’s good for you, don’t hurt her friends, because she will make you regret it.
Wand: Eleven inches, Ebony, Unicorn Hair core. Solid.
Patronus: Ferret
Hobbies: Plays Quidditch as the Gryffindor Seeker. (If the GM allows that)
Pets: Owns a Tawny Owl named Isimud.
Personal possessions: Owns a Comet 290 racing broom.
Relationships:
NPCs: (Any characters it might be handy to control)
Other: Why am I amazing? I’m not. Stop claiming I am. >.> |
54,266 | 1,476 | 67 | 2,510 | 878 | Madison "Mad" Flaherty
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"Oh shit, that sucks. Well, if ya see him say I need to talk to him, yeah?" Mad sighed at her friend's foolishness. "YES! THEREISAGAMETODAYIHOPEYOUCANCOMEYOUWILLOFCOURSEWEAREPLAYINGSLYTHERINWEARESOOOGOINGTOWIN!" Mad had started talking really fast, she talked like that when she got excited; most would find it hard to understand her. | Name - Devin Coal
Age - 27
Position - Care for Magical Creatures
Short bio
Born and raised in Cape Town, South Africa Devin has had a life full of adventure. His family is completely muggle born save for his great great great great grandfather. Needless to say everyone was surprised, but thankfully supportive. A magical school in South Africa helped with bringing David into the world of magic. After seven years with a specialty in Care for Magical Creatures Devin left to work for the magical community in Africa.
During his time in Africa Devin worked with both muggle NGO’s and the International Magical Creature Protection group. He was able to travel all over Africa protecting both muggle and magical creatures from greedy poachers. He loved his work, but found it depressing that no matter how hard he worked the job wasn’t seeing any results other than temporary.
While traveling for a conference Devin met the former Care For Magical Creatures for Hogwarts. They immediately hit it off, and after some convincing Devin was talked into doing a career swap. The change in pace is something Devin is excited for and after getting the green light from the IMCP and Hogwarts he packed his backpack and began a summer trip traveling slowly towards Hogwarts.
Personality
Friendly, adaptable, action-oriented. A "Doer" who can be often focused on immediate results. He lives in the here-and-now, absolutely a risk-takers who lives a fast-paced lifestyle. Can grow impatient with long explanations. Extremely loyal to his peers, but not usually respectful of laws and rules if they get in the way of getting things done. Great people skills.
Wand: Yew, 10” Fire Lion Mane Hair
Patronus: Giant Eagle
Hobbies: Birding - Hiking - Animals
Pets: Numerous
Relationships
Since Devin grew up and went to school in South Africa he has little to no relationships with students or teachers at Hogwarts. |
54,267 | 1,476 | 68 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Mary Winthrop
"Of course I'll be there." Mary said almost over Mad. "We're going to Professor McCarthy's class right now. I'll see you later okay." Emma pulled on Mary's sleeve, waved at Mads and the pair of them walked to the open lecture hall the DADA class was being held in that day.
Professor McCarthy was already there, as well as a few students, he stood next to a blackboard at the front of the class. Mary smelled the faint scent of something having been burnt, but didn't see anything that could have been on fire.
"Good morning girls. How is your silent casting coming along?" He asked them as they took a set of seats.
"I still can't get mine to work hardly at all." Emma slumped into her chair.
"I'm okay. Jaden said he'd give us a hand with it though." Professor McCarthy nodded in approval. | Name: Mary Winthrop
Appearance:
Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Ravenclaw
Classes taken:
NEWTs Levels
Charms
Transfiguration
DADA
Runes
Potions
Short bio: Mary was born to a backwaters hick of a mother who believed God had punished her with Mary. Mary's father was unknown to Mary, and the source of Mary's abilities seen as the worst possibility of a deal between Satan and God. Mary's mother believed she was suffering as Job had, and to free herself of the curse she must cleanse Mary. The woman's definition of cleanse grew worse as Mary's abilities grew. These abilities were never quite under control though.
Somehow word got to Mary's father, Andrew Winthrop, about her situation. How word got to him was never something he told Mary, but late in the night he took the small 8 year old from her home and freed her. It took Mary sometime before she realized she had side-along apparated.
The next few years Mary and her father learned from each other. Mary on how to trust people again, Andrew on how the simplest thing can bring joy. Mary was grossly undereducated so Andrew lost no time in catching the girl up in general education. When the letter for Hogwarts came he beamed.
Personality: Mary is a quite girl, though very curious. One would not expect her to know the things that she knows. Unless they saw her library research history. She is not quick to trust people. It is very unlikely that anyone knows her full history. She does not talk about her mother. Due to her undereducated early in her life Mary feels like she is always trying to catch up. Her wit can be particularly scathing at times.
Wand: 8 9/10 in, stiff, Fir, Unicorn hair
Patronus: Dove
Hobbies: Reading. She never got into quidditch really. Ice skating (She loves winter near the lake and always checks to make sure the ice is thick enough and has been known to spell it to be safer). A small love for movies.
Pets: A grey cat named Perry. Perry walks funny as when he was only a few months old he fell from a stair case and broke his back, even with magical help it did not heal properly.
Personal possessions: Standard things for school at Hogwarts, and a few extra books, some muggle, most adventure novels.
Relationships: TBA
NPCs: Emma Tate, A muggle born Ravencalw same year as Mary. Emma started their friendship in their first year by discussing horror movies.
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54,268 | 1,476 | 69 | 271 | 2,302 | Vanessa Von Strong- Malfoy
Vanessa flew on her broom above the forbidden forest with her mother, Draco Malfoy's daughter, and looked at her. ''Are you sure this is a good idea mom? I did get bullied on the other school because of the story's.. But this IS the school where everything happened..'' she said. ''I know honey, but I made a deal with the teachers, they will only use the von Strong part of your last name'' she said. ''I so don't believe that.. That hat will not do that'' the blond girl said. ''You don't get the hat, you will start in the same house as we all did'' she said. ''Really! That isn't just calling for Death Eater.. Can't you just tattoo it on my forehead!'' she said. ''Young lady, shut your mouth and show a little respect for your mother'' her mother said.
''I rather arrive alone Mom.. Thanks for flying me here'' she said. ''Okay honey, and you know.. You have the looks of a von Strong and the pride of a Malfoy'' she said. ''Yes Yes'' Vanessa said and smiled. Princess, her Birman cat, was meowing loudly. ''I'll go now before Princess is gonna be totally stressed over'' she said and her mother gave her a flying kiss, Vanessa catched it and send one back, then she slowly flew down to the big castle that would become her new 'home'. | Name: Vanessa von Strong -Malfoy
Age: 17
Year: 7th
House: Slytherin
Classes taken:
Defense Against the Dark Arts
-History of Magic
-Charms
-Transfiguration
-Care of Magical Creatures
Short bio: As the grand daughter from Draco and great grand daughter of Lucius and Narcissa, Vanessa is thought of by a lot of people to be one of the next Death Eaters. She tries as much as she can to hide her second last name but also tries to stay proud of her name since her mother always said that even though their family did a lot wrong, some also tried to help during the big fight.
Personality: Vanessa is more of a background girl, she doesn't really like to stand in the spotlight. Yet she won't be the bullied girl since she knows how to keep her head high and has her pride. She likes Magical Creatures and the History of Magic and mostly uses 'good' magic yet when someone is really bugging her, she doesn't mind turning them in a frog for five minutes or something. She isn't a hot head but can have a temper.
Wand:
Patronus: A Female Tiger
Hobbies: Walking trough the forest and finding her cat which loves to run away so now and then. Biggest hobby is to magically change her clothes, like where humans would use sewing machines for making clothes look better, she uses spells.
Pets: female Cat:
Personal possessions: School Books, Wand, Pet, her magically hair clips
Relationships:
NPCs: She is the great grand daughter of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy-Black, grand daughter of Draco.
Other: She mostly uses only the first part of her last name since a lot of people still see the family Malfoy as the henchman of Lord Voldemort and she doesn't like to be called the one that will bring him back or something. |
54,269 | 1,477 | 0 | 1,224 | 1,558 | The Digital World. Always changing and adapting as new species of Digimon are born and the world itself changes. The Olympos XII work in the shadow of the Royal Knights and usually act on their own whims. Their greatest rivals are the Seven Great Demon Lords. Led by Lucemon they want nothing more than what he wants and strive to reach the Human world as he does. After the defeat of the XII the Seven rose to power and were able to rule the Digital world wielding power greater than the Royal Knights could handle but only when they remain together. Now the data from the XII has finally reformatted into Digi-Eggs and each has made the connection that in order to obtain their true forms again they needed to have a human partner. The only problem is the fact that the XII's Digi-Eggs are held within the castle. The Seven know only of small portals opening into their world from the human world but none have the power to hold them open long enough to get to them. Now Lucemon looks from his obsidian castle out over the Digital World wondering why those portals are open as Daemon enters his chamber yelling about the Digi-Eggs suddenly teleporting away. Lucemon whirls around to look over the world again and starts making a connection.
"The XII have found human partners..." he says in a smooth and powerful voice glaring out at the horizon.
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James is your average kid. Happy, loves people and some even say brave. Today however would send him on an adventure he would never forget.
"Man as much as my parents want me to be a Lawyer I just don't think I can handle that I'd much rather be a cop like my brother was." he said to his friend Justyn as they started leaving their first period class. He realized then that he had forgotten his cell phone at his desk. "Oh hey I've gotta run back real quick but I'll catch up with you real quick." he said turning back and running toward the class room. When he got to his desk he noticed a small red and white colored device and a laptop. James looked around and nodded. He was at the right desk. He reached down and picked up the device and as he looked at it it began to glow.
"What in the world!" he shouted as he felt himself pulled into the computer. He shouted and screamed for help as a white light enveloped him and he blacked out. | Name: Ryan Xavier
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Partner: Moonmon > Lunamon > Lekismon > Crescemon > Dianamon
Personality: Ryan is not a particularly cheerful person, nor a particularly friendly one. He’s absolutely terrible with people, and in fact most people who spend more than a few minutes around him end up hating him. He’s not the type who puts much stock in politeness or tact, instead preferring to be rude and obnoxious whenever possible. He’s also incredibly arrogant and makes no effort whatsoever to hide it or rein it in. His naturally rebellious spirit has caused him to develop a serious problem with authority, and his attitude towards any sort of authority figure can best be described as open hostility. He’s amazingly self-centered, and would never value someone else’s safety above his own.
Despite this, he’s a highly intelligent young man who would have a lot of potential for success, should he actually apply himself at anything. Spending much of his youth in the city getting mixed up with some shady crowds, he has a certain amount of street savvy. He’s not the type who’ll easily get the wool pulled over his eyes. In addition, he has a strong sense of independence, and knows how to take care of himself. He’s very cold and calculating, always thinking things through before doing or saying anything.
Ryan’s general outlook on life is very pessimistic. He’s learned never to get his hopes up about anything. He’s notoriously lazy, totally unmotivated to accomplish anything with his life. As far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t see himself living past thirty anyway, so why bother? He’s slow to warm up to others and doesn’t easily get attached to anybody.
Bio: Growing up, Ryan’s home life was less than ideal. For one, his family was not particularly well-off. His parents went from job to job in order to make ends meet and support their unhealthy drinking habits, and were virtually absent in Ryan’s life, never showing interest in him, never encouraging him to achieve anything, or even, most of the time, bothering to pay attention to him at all. The only times they paid him any mind were when they needed something from him or during the frequent fights he had with them.
He would regularly stay out until the late hours of the night and his parents would rarely even notice. This lack of supervision led to him getting mixed up with some less than ideal influences, and he soon turned into his school’s resident delinquent. Spending a lot of time on the streets, he learned to be tough and take care of himself, and the fistfights he would get into on a near-daily basis, be they with classmates, neighborhood kids, or his father, taught him how to handle himself in a fight.
Digivice Color: White |
54,270 | 1,477 | 1 | 714 | 3,252 | Using his web cam and microphone Danny was chatting with a girl named Bridget over Skype. "Come on, at least give me a hint." The 15 year old girl said. "Nope, I'm not going to tell what I'm making for your birthday." Danny replied in a teasing tone knowing all too well how curious how his girlfriend could be sometimes. "Anyway I am going to grab a snack real quick. Be back soon babe." Not five minutes later he walked back into his bedroom carrying a sandwich. Taking a bite he sat down at his computer. It was at this point that he noticed a strange white device with green grips and a small screen lying on his desk. "What the heck, where did this come from?" Curious he picked it up.
"What are you talking about?" Bridget wanted to know. Not seeing in any harm in showing it, Danny held the device in his out stretched hand in front of his web-cam. The next thing Danny knew he was blinded by a bright light. Screaming Danny got pulled into the computer, leaving his shocked girlfriend the only witness of his bizarre disappearance. | Name: Danny Parks
Age: 16
Gender: male
Partner: Mokumon > DemiMeramon > Candlemon > Meramon > Asuramon > Vulcanusmon
Bio: Danny grew up in a middleclass family. His parents got divorced when he was ten, but did their best to minimalize the impact this would have on him. Despite his parents best efforts Danny naturally was affected for a while. Eventually though he snapped out of it after realizing that as bad the divorce was, it was the best for his parents.
Personality : Danny is creative and enjoys building. He also has a bit of a stubborn streak, however when he is impressed with someone they can usually convince him. Danny can be a bit proud sometimes, however he is aware of this and tries to work on it.
Digivice Color: green |
54,271 | 1,477 | 2 | 1,895 | 2,732 | Annaliese never enjoyed home, if she could it call it that. It never really felt like she was more than a servant, even if she was technically adopted as the Kaufmann's daughter. It felt more like they spirited her away from her other home using wily tricks only to make her an indentured servant. She was only free to do as she pleased at school where she was now. The girl was bored but didn't know what to do after school. It was an easy walk from the school to anywhere in the city but her "parents" had eyes most everywhere. "I'll just mess around on the computers in the computer lab." She said to no one in particular.
On her way, she bumped into one of the teachers as the both tried to turn a corner at the same time. It was one of the nice teachers at her school, Klaudia Schultz. "Sorry, Miss Schultz." Annaliese said as she lowered her head to the teacher.
"It's fine." The teacher said with pep in her step. "I'm at fault as well." They started to part separate ways when the teacher said something after bending over. "Anna, I think you dropped something. Looks like a brand of phone I've never seen before. Or maybe it's some sort of old video game?" She pondered aloud as she handed it to Annaliese who accepted it out of curiosity. "Until tomorrow." The teacher said as she walked off to wherever she was going.
Annaliese looked over the device as she walked into the computer room. With the lights off in the room, the black device blended in quite well. "What is this thing?" She asked herself, looking around the computer room for an open computer. They all looked shut down from the efforts of earlier classes when one suddenly lit up. Anna thought it peculiar. It was one of the computers furthest back in the class as well. As she reached it, it was making static like a TV when it couldn't use a channel. Then, it went white and brighter and brighter until Anna couldn't see... | Name: Annaliese Kaufmann
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Partner: YukimiBotamon>Nyaromon>Salamon (without holy ring) >BlackGatomon>LadyDevimon>Minervamon
Bio: Annaliese has lived a mostly poor life. As an Orphan from birth, she spent the first of her years in an Orphanage in Berlin. Her mother, who died in childbirth due to several complications, had enough time to name her child and pass on her name. When she was about eight, she was adopted by a well-to-do family.
Despite the sounds of “well-to-do” she was mostly made to work around the house when she wasn’t schooling, like a servant. There were other servants that tried to help her as well, but after a swift talk with the Kaufmann’s that changed quickly.
Unknown to Annaliese, her adoptive parents feel that making her work around the house will build character. They don’t hate her, or at least openly admit it. Annaliese sees this otherwise, however.
Personality: At home, Annaliese is a well-mannered yet submissive girl who wouldn’t dare say anything that is out of line with her adoptive parents’ wishes. She almost never smiles. When she gets to school however, this changes drastically.
At school her personality does a 180. She speaks what she wants, when she wants. To the other students at least. Nothing that could possibly get her in trouble with her parents. This is due to the treatment she and a few other orphans received at her old school. Through ridicule and teasing, Anna developed a more aggressive personality with others that were not figures of authority, as she fears punishment.
That being said, she enjoys time outside of the home and allots just enough time for her to finish her chores at home before needing to sleep. She figures her parents believe that she is in a number of extracurriculars when she shows up home late.
Digivice Color: Black |
54,272 | 1,477 | 3 | 1,970 | 1,259 | Ryan wandered down the street, dabbing at his busted lip with the front of his shirt. Of course I had to go and turn away from the second guy and get clocked in the face, he thought. I messed them up pretty bad though, so at least they probably won’t be bothering me anymore.
He sighed. If he had wanted to get into a stupid, pointless fight before lunchtime, he would’ve just stayed at school. He pulled out his phone to check the time. It was a cheap, pre-paid phone that he’d bought with some money he’d scrounged together from working a part-time job. Speaking of which, I’ve got to find another one of those, he thought. He hadn’t been making any money since getting fired last week, and his wallet was starting to feel very light. And it wasn’t like his parents were going to give him any money.
It was 11:30. Crap, is it still that early? I mean, I cut after only first period, so I guess that makes sense, but still. He sighed. What was he going to do with the rest of his day?
Screw it, he thought. Might as well just go home. His parents were probably home, but he doubted they’d even notice that he was supposed to be in school. He rounded the corner onto his street, spotting his apartment complex. Within a minute, he was opening the door to Apartment 42B. As expected, dear old Mom and Dad were passed out on the sofa, drunk. Good. That meant he wouldn’t be getting into another fight today.
He walked through the living room to his bedroom. It was a tiny space, with a bed on one side, a desk and chair on the other, a small window, a dresser, and clothes strewn all over the floor. The walls were bare. In fact, the room was hardly personalized at all. Ryan plopped down in the chair at his desk, and looked at his computer. The laptop looked like something out of the Stone Age. He had bought it off of a friend of an acquaintance who was trying to get rid of it. It was a piece of crap and ran slow as hell, but it worked, so it was good enough for him.
He flipped it open and turned it on, but as soon as he did, something caught his eye. Next to the computer, sitting right on his desk, was some kind of strange, white device. He picked it up and looked it over. It almost looked like some kind of weird walkie-talkie or something.
The hell is this doing in my room? he thought. Then, suddenly, his computer screen lit up like crazy, forcing him to shield his eyes. “What the hell?” he exclaimed, just before the light flared up again, filling the room, and he felt as if he was lifted off his feet and was being pulled towards something. He couldn’t help but start screaming as he fell into nothing, no idea where he was or what was happening. Then the world suddenly went dark, and he blacked out. | And Revan if you really dislike doing the partner thing you could play as one of the demon lords however Lucemon will be off limitsIf that is my only option then I will take Beelzebumon (USA Adaption Name: Beelzemon).
Official evolution chart for Beelzebumon
Baby I: Kiimon
Baby II: Yaamon
Child: Impmon
Adult: Skipped due to Warp Evolution
Perfect: Skipped due to Warp Evolution
Ultimate: Beelzebumon
Ultimate: Beelzebumon: Blast Mode |
54,273 | 1,477 | 4 | 2,010 | 1,148 | The trademark sounds of a tapping keyboard finally stopped as Mana leaned back in the chair, stretching her arms to the ceiling. She had been writing this essay non-stop for the past two hours, and weariness was beginning to settle in. Behind the word document lay several internet tabs, displaying all kinds of information relevant to her work.
Stifling a yawn, the teenaged student lazily swiveled her chair from side to side, noticing the the school library seemed strangely empty. There was maybe one or two students way in the back, behind the shelves, and she couldn't see the librarian anywhere.
Well, no doubt that her hard work was going to give her top marks, and with it out of the way so early, she could do other things! Like... get more work done early. Hard work was hard.
Well, she could afford a quick break, at least. She reached towards the side of the computer, where she had placed a stack of her books, feeling something strange. With a small frown, she grabbed the small object and held it aloft, nudging her glasses as she studied it. A weird, crimson... Tamagochi toy? Who left it there? She hadn't noticed anyone approaching, Was it forgotten? A weird prank? A gift?
Well... whatever. It wasn't hers, and Mana didn't want it. Moving to set it aside, the screen suddenly lit up, and before she could question how it turned on, the computer's monitor followed suit.
As the light brightened and enveloped her, Mana cried out in surprise, trying to flee, but she disappeared as the light died down. | Name: Mana Tachibana
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Partner: Zurumon > Elecmon > Leomon > GrapLeomon > Marsmon
Bio: A girl with a strict upbringing, Mana has had the need to succeed drilled into her by her parents for her entire life. Second place is not an option; all that matters is being the best. With these beliefs in her head, Mana has become the girl she is now. Putting aside the cold treatment her parents give her if she doesn't get the highest grades in her class, Mana has practically developed a need to win, no matter the cost.
Personality: A reserved and polite girl with aspirations of success, to the point that she is willing to do whatever it takes to win, even if it compromises her image as a nice girl. Strictly speaking, she isn't actively malicious or ill-meaning towards anyone, but if she wants to be the best in her class, and in the future the best in her career... well, if hard work isn't enough for her top make the top, everyone else will just have to 'try less'.
That aside, she isn't a remorseless monster, and is more than capable of sympathising with others. It's suddenly a lot more difficult to throw someone under a bus when you learn they have their own struggles to deal with. This is partly why she tries not to make friends in school - it makes things less complicated for her overall.
Digivice Color: Crimson |
54,274 | 1,477 | 5 | 513 | 1,103 | It was a bright and sunny afternoon. Cadenza Amoré, or Cadence as she preferred to be called, was walking home from schoo. A bunch of guys had politely offered her a car ride, and she turned them down just as politely. She didn't feel comfortable taking a car ride from a guy she didn't know that well. Besides, her house wasn't that far from the school, and she found it somewhat theraputic to walk. It gave her time to think about things... It had been a few months since he died, but Cadence had plenty of time to get over the heartbreak, she still missed him dearly. I wish you could be here now... She thought to herself.
Once Cadence arrived to her house, she dug through her purse, searching for her house key. As she fumbled through her bag, she felt something unfamiliar amongst the contents. She pulled the thing out, and saw some strange pink and white device she had never seen before. The blonde studied the unfamiliar device quizzically. "Well, that's odd... I know I didn't put this in here... Although... I do have to admit, it is kind of cute. Hehe." She threw the gadget back into her bag, found her key, unlocked the door, and went inside.
As soon as she got in, she went upstairs to her room, and turned on the laptop sitting on her desk. She was the first one home, her parents and brothers hadn't returned yet. Cadence decided to browse the web for a bit before getting started on her homework. Before the computer asked for her password, the gadget device in her purse started blinking. As it did the computer screen turned white, and emiited a blinding. The girl constantly clicked her mouse, and typing random buttons on the keyboard in the hopes that she'd stumble onto something that would fix whatever problem she was experiencing. Up until now, her laptop worked just fine. It had never done anything like this before. Her eyes went wide in surprise. "What in the world?!"
Cadence started to scream as the white light suddenly started to envelop her. Then everything got quiet... Just as quickly as it happened, the light died down, and Cadence was nowhere to be seen. | Name: Cadenza Mia Amoré
Nickname: Cadence
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Partner: Puttimon > Kyupimon > Salamon > Gatomon > Angewomon > Venusmon
Bio: Cadenza Amoré was born in Milan Italy. She grew up in a wealthy upperclass family. The Amoré family tree contains a long line of wealthily and powerful women. As the eldest child and the only female heir of her mother Lovina Amoré. Cadence would one day be one of them. Cadence lived a very extravagant lifestyle. Her parents showered her, and her younger brothers with love and affection, as well as whatever they wanted. Cadence loved her family and they loved her, it was as simple as that. Her mother read her daughter many fairy tales when she was growing up. They usually involved lovers overcoming all odds to be together. These stories instilled in her the belief that love can conquer any obstacle.
In addition to caring for her little brothers and making friends with others, she was also groomed to take over the family business. Her mother was the CEO of a large chain of flower shops Fiori D'Amore (Flowers of Love.) While she performed well enough in school, Cadence wasn't exactly interested in studying. She cared more about finding her one true love, and getting her own happy ending. Just like the ones in the stories she was told. One day, she met a handsome, blonde haired, blue eyed, young man named Valentino. She likes to say their meeting was love at first sight, but it took quite a long time of getting to know each other before they officially professed their love, and officially became a couple. The affair was passionate, and romantic. They were both certain that they were destined to be together, and that this was going to last forever.
Ultimately, it wasn't meant to be. Cadence had to move to America with her family because they wanted to expand their business, forcing her to leave Valentino behind. The two promised to keep in touch, and they even agreed to get married once they finished college. For a few months, the two exchanged letters, E-Mails, Skype chats, even occasional phone calls. It was like they never left. Then, the communication suddenly stopped. Months had passed, and Cadence hadn't heard a word from her boyfriend, and she was starting to get worried. She would come to find out later, that Valentino had died in a car accident where the other driver was drunk. It is for this reason, that she refuses to drink a drop of alcohol to this day. The death of her lover saddened and confused the girl. She was certain they were meant to be together, and when you're meant to be with someone you'll find each other no matter what, right? That's what the stories say. She refuses to believe that her mother's teachings were wrong, there must be someone else out there for her, or Valentino would find his way back to her. Although heartbroken by Valentino's death, she helps other people find love as a way to heal. She keeps a cheerful attitude, and is still searching for her happily ever after.
Personality: Cadence is a friendly, cheerful, and optimistic girl. Despite being from a wealthy family, she doesn't believe it makes her better than anyone else. She spends time around many kinds of people from different backgrounds, and tries to find good in everybody. While she tries to act like a proper lady, around others she can come across as silly and childish. However, while it may look like she doesn't take anything seriously, she's smarter than people give her credit for. Cadence is a feminine girl, and she has an affinity for cute things. Kittens, puppies, ponies, etc. They all make her squeal excitedly.
Cadence is a compassionate, nurturing girl. She is always there to help others, and is normally really sympathetic and empathetic with anyone who is in trouble. She cares deeply for others, is also very maternal. She sees her friends as her family and will do anything to protect them even putting herself in danger. In regards to this she can be a bit rash. If she sees something threatening someone she cares for she will rush in to danger not thinking of the consequences of her actions. While she is not stupid by any means, she is very much naive when it comes to the real world. She's easily tricked, and is prone to giving anything she has to someone in need in the name of love.
Cadence is the type that wears her heart on her sleeve. It is easy to hurt her feelings, but it doesn't take much to cheer her up again. Growing up she was always told romantic bed time stories involving a damsel in distress and a knight in shining armor. As a result of this, Cadence loves love. She believes it's the best feeling in the world. She believe's everyone, no matter how much of a jerk they may be deserves love. Her beliefs have been instilled into her since young, and she's very outspoken and passionate about them. She's a hopeful romantic, and often acts flirty towards men she likes, hoping they're Mr. Right, and find that special someone so she can get her own Fairy Tale happy ending. She tends to think every guy she's with is "the one" and takes it very seriously, making her seem clingy and overly dependent. She gets easily attached to people she's grown to like, and it upsets her when the object of her affections doesn't share her feelings, and will do anything to keep them around. She also likes to help other people find love as well, and plays matchmaker for people whether they asked for it or not.
Digivice Color: Pink |
54,275 | 1,477 | 6 | 1,224 | 1,558 | Lucemon slammed his fist into the wall as he watched the beams of light streak across the sky signaling the start of their troubles. "Daemon! Round up the others we have important matters to discuss." he said his eyes turning cold as he turned back toward his room.
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James groaned as he began to sit up and stopped feeling a weight on his chest. When he opened his eyes his gaze met that of a small sun-like creature with a little flame on the top of it. James let out a scream and pushed the creature off.
"What the hell is that?!" he asked aloud.
"Well I'm a Digimon thats short for Digital Monster." the small creature said.
"Woah you can talk?"
"All Digimon can talk and my name isn't you its Sunmon and seeing that device in your hand means that you must be my partner." the creature known as Sunmon said in a matter of fact tone.
"So...Sunmon is it? I gotta tell ya I'm not too big on hallucinations so if you could tell me the big life lesson I'm supposed to learn that'd be great." James said with a slight grin as he started looking around the forest he seemed to be in.
"Sorry cant help you all I know is that i wanna get stronger and I think you can do that but first you gotta know how bad it is around here."
"What do you mean?" James asked looking around confused.
"The Seven Great Demon Lords have taken over and we need human hep to beat them....at least that's what everyone tells me." Sunmon said smiling slightly.
"So there's no way for me to get home? Alright alright how am I supposed to help." James said with a sigh looking to the now smiling little creature | Name: Ryan Xavier
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Partner: Moonmon > Lunamon > Lekismon > Crescemon > Dianamon
Personality: Ryan is not a particularly cheerful person, nor a particularly friendly one. He’s absolutely terrible with people, and in fact most people who spend more than a few minutes around him end up hating him. He’s not the type who puts much stock in politeness or tact, instead preferring to be rude and obnoxious whenever possible. He’s also incredibly arrogant and makes no effort whatsoever to hide it or rein it in. His naturally rebellious spirit has caused him to develop a serious problem with authority, and his attitude towards any sort of authority figure can best be described as open hostility. He’s amazingly self-centered, and would never value someone else’s safety above his own.
Despite this, he’s a highly intelligent young man who would have a lot of potential for success, should he actually apply himself at anything. Spending much of his youth in the city getting mixed up with some shady crowds, he has a certain amount of street savvy. He’s not the type who’ll easily get the wool pulled over his eyes. In addition, he has a strong sense of independence, and knows how to take care of himself. He’s very cold and calculating, always thinking things through before doing or saying anything.
Ryan’s general outlook on life is very pessimistic. He’s learned never to get his hopes up about anything. He’s notoriously lazy, totally unmotivated to accomplish anything with his life. As far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t see himself living past thirty anyway, so why bother? He’s slow to warm up to others and doesn’t easily get attached to anybody.
Bio: Growing up, Ryan’s home life was less than ideal. For one, his family was not particularly well-off. His parents went from job to job in order to make ends meet and support their unhealthy drinking habits, and were virtually absent in Ryan’s life, never showing interest in him, never encouraging him to achieve anything, or even, most of the time, bothering to pay attention to him at all. The only times they paid him any mind were when they needed something from him or during the frequent fights he had with them.
He would regularly stay out until the late hours of the night and his parents would rarely even notice. This lack of supervision led to him getting mixed up with some less than ideal influences, and he soon turned into his school’s resident delinquent. Spending a lot of time on the streets, he learned to be tough and take care of himself, and the fistfights he would get into on a near-daily basis, be they with classmates, neighborhood kids, or his father, taught him how to handle himself in a fight.
Digivice Color: White |
54,276 | 1,477 | 7 | 1,895 | 2,732 | The first thing Ryan noticed after he woke up was the splitting headache. He couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or relieved. After all, at least he wasn’t dead.
He groaned as he lifted himself off the ground and scanned his surroundings, at which point he froze in his tracks. He was surrounded by trees and all sorts of strange, tropical plants that he’d never seen before. As in, he was in a freaking jungle. And that was when his eyes fell on the strange thing that had been sitting five feet away from him the whole time he’d been awake.
“Greetings,” it said. “Welcome to the Digital World. My name is Moonmon.” The creature’s body almost looked like a water droplet. It wasn’t like anything that Ryan had ever seen before. He merely stared at “Moonmon” for several seconds, his face completely blank, as if he wasn’t registering a thing she said.
“Uh, well,” Moonmon continued, hesitantly. “You are probably wondering what you’re doing here. You see, a very dangerous group of Digimon known as the Demon Lords have taken control of this world, and we desperately need your help if we are to reclaim it from them, and make this world a safe place to live once more.”
There was still no reaction from Ryan.
“You have every right not to want to involve yourself in a fight that is not yours, and I understand if you do not wish to do so, but I beg you, warrior from another world, please lend me your strength and help us fight– Hey, where are you going?!”
Ryan had turned around and begun to calmly walk away, still paying no heed to the strange creature. By the time Moonmon started hastily bouncing after him, he was already several paces away, and she struggled to try to catch up. “Hey, listen,” the Digimon told the boy. “I know I said that I would understand if you weren't interested, but it's actually very, very, important that you say yes, so if we could maybe talk about this for a minute, that would be much appreciated! Are you even listening to me?!”
Ryan simply kept on walking for several minutes longer, ignoring Moonmon’s attempts to get his attention. Eventually, he wandered into a clearing. Another kid was lying on the ground, and there was another Digimon, this one shaped like some kind of sun-shaped candle, right next to him.
“Alright,” he said to the other boy. “This may be a weird question, but can you see the freakish abomination at my feet, too?”
Moonmon gasped. “How rude!” she exclaimed. | Name: Annaliese Kaufmann
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Partner: YukimiBotamon>Nyaromon>Salamon (without holy ring) >BlackGatomon>LadyDevimon>Minervamon
Bio: Annaliese has lived a mostly poor life. As an Orphan from birth, she spent the first of her years in an Orphanage in Berlin. Her mother, who died in childbirth due to several complications, had enough time to name her child and pass on her name. When she was about eight, she was adopted by a well-to-do family.
Despite the sounds of “well-to-do” she was mostly made to work around the house when she wasn’t schooling, like a servant. There were other servants that tried to help her as well, but after a swift talk with the Kaufmann’s that changed quickly.
Unknown to Annaliese, her adoptive parents feel that making her work around the house will build character. They don’t hate her, or at least openly admit it. Annaliese sees this otherwise, however.
Personality: At home, Annaliese is a well-mannered yet submissive girl who wouldn’t dare say anything that is out of line with her adoptive parents’ wishes. She almost never smiles. When she gets to school however, this changes drastically.
At school her personality does a 180. She speaks what she wants, when she wants. To the other students at least. Nothing that could possibly get her in trouble with her parents. This is due to the treatment she and a few other orphans received at her old school. Through ridicule and teasing, Anna developed a more aggressive personality with others that were not figures of authority, as she fears punishment.
That being said, she enjoys time outside of the home and allots just enough time for her to finish her chores at home before needing to sleep. She figures her parents believe that she is in a number of extracurriculars when she shows up home late.
Digivice Color: Black |
54,277 | 1,477 | 8 | 714 | 3,252 | When Danny woke up he woke up he noticed two things. The first being he wasn't in his room anymore second and perhaps more pressing was that there was a fireball with blue eyes and a stitched up mouth floating in front of his face. While this came as quite a shock, he doubted the creature was dangerous, since it hadn't attacked him while he was unconscious.
"You're a human, right?" The fireball asked.
Not knowing how to react to the fact it could talk, Danny decided to just answer as wel ask what it was. "Yes I am and what are you?"
"I am a Digimon called DemiMeramon, and tight now the most important question I have for you is if a Digivice.
"Is that what this is? Danny asked while showing DemiMeramon the white device he found earlier. "My name is Danny BTW."
Upon seeing the device the floating fireball became insanely excited and began bouncing around the place. The fact that he wasn't right in front of Danny's face gave the human a chance to study his surroundings. Apparently he was just outside a jungle.
"I knew it, you're my partner and together with the others we will defeat the Demon Lords." Before Danny had the time to ask DemiMeramon what he meant by all that, the Digimon floated of in the jungle determined to find the other humans and their partners. | Name: Danny Parks
Age: 16
Gender: male
Partner: Mokumon > DemiMeramon > Candlemon > Meramon > Asuramon > Vulcanusmon
Bio: Danny grew up in a middleclass family. His parents got divorced when he was ten, but did their best to minimalize the impact this would have on him. Despite his parents best efforts Danny naturally was affected for a while. Eventually though he snapped out of it after realizing that as bad the divorce was, it was the best for his parents.
Personality : Danny is creative and enjoys building. He also has a bit of a stubborn streak, however when he is impressed with someone they can usually convince him. Danny can be a bit proud sometimes, however he is aware of this and tries to work on it.
Digivice Color: green |
54,278 | 1,477 | 9 | 2,010 | 1,148 | Mana liked to think of herself as a logical, rational, reasonable girl. She thought problems through calmly, and never erred in her judgments. Present her with a problem, and she would flawlessly correct it. She could easily deduce the best answer to any scenario.
So running blindly through a forest to escape the small, yellow, blob-like talking creature was naturally the best choice.
Crashing through the flora in her path, Mana very quickly came to a stop behind a large tree, catching her breath. An athlete, she was not.
After catching her breathe, the trembling girl cautiously poked her head around the tree, looking for any signs of pursuit. It didn't seem to have followed her. Great! Now she just had to find out how she got from a school library to... some jungle.
She turned, saw the yellow creature sitting dociley before her, and promptly yelled very loudly, bouncing off of the tree behind her and falling to her knees.
"Okay, I get it, you're a little bit startled," the monster sighed, "But if ya could tone the volume down a little, I got some exposition to throw at ya."
Trembling furiously, and quite unsure of what was going on, Mana simply nodded, and hoped an opening to flee once more would present itself.
The monster introduced itself as Zurumon, and explained to her that she was in another world, the Digital World, specifically. She and Zurumon were supposedly partners that had to fight some evil monsters or something. Coming from... whatever the hell Zurumon was, it sounded quite ludicrous. Hell, her own father could make this sound stupid and childish, and he was the most serious man on the planet.
"So, any questions?" Zurumon concluded his confusing talk. Mana raised her hand, "Well, too bad, they can wait."
"Wait, what?"
Zurumon smirked, "I said the questions can wait! Nah, but seriously, there's other humans dropping in, I thought it'd be easier to gather y'all up, and explain stuff to all of ya at once. More efficient, right?"
Well, it was hard to argue with that, but... "Okay, then... where is everyone else?"
"Dunno. Can't take too long to find 'em, though," Zurumon spoke in a dismissive manner, "you were so busy charging through here like a Monochromon, they all probably heard your sissy screams."
Mana decided that this was not going to be an easy relationship. | Name: Mana Tachibana
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Partner: Zurumon > Elecmon > Leomon > GrapLeomon > Marsmon
Bio: A girl with a strict upbringing, Mana has had the need to succeed drilled into her by her parents for her entire life. Second place is not an option; all that matters is being the best. With these beliefs in her head, Mana has become the girl she is now. Putting aside the cold treatment her parents give her if she doesn't get the highest grades in her class, Mana has practically developed a need to win, no matter the cost.
Personality: A reserved and polite girl with aspirations of success, to the point that she is willing to do whatever it takes to win, even if it compromises her image as a nice girl. Strictly speaking, she isn't actively malicious or ill-meaning towards anyone, but if she wants to be the best in her class, and in the future the best in her career... well, if hard work isn't enough for her top make the top, everyone else will just have to 'try less'.
That aside, she isn't a remorseless monster, and is more than capable of sympathising with others. It's suddenly a lot more difficult to throw someone under a bus when you learn they have their own struggles to deal with. This is partly why she tries not to make friends in school - it makes things less complicated for her overall.
Digivice Color: Crimson |
54,279 | 1,477 | 10 | 513 | 1,103 | For a moment, everything was dark and quiet. The quiet part was interupted by a high pitched feminine voice. "Hey! You dead?" Cadence also felt a poking sensation at her side.
Cadence slowly got up, stretched her arms, and yawned loudly, as she started to stand up. Once she had rose to her feet, she looked around and saw she was in some sort of forest place. Then that voice spoke again. "Yaaay! You're not dead!" Cadence looked to see who was speaking to her, and he saw a small creature that looked like a small, cream colored, puppy. The dog had a gold collar with strange markings engraved into it around her neck. "Hi, I'm Salamon." She said with a smile. "What might your name be?"
Cadence didn't quite know what to make of this, but one thing was certain, this Salamon thing was absolutely adorable. Her eyes widened. "You are just soooooo cute!" She shouted as she grabbed the poor creature, and started squeezing the life out of her. Forgetting that this was a living creature, and not just some squeeze toy.
"Air! I need air!" Salamon shouted. She waved her tiny paws around frantically trying to get free of the girl's grip.
Cadence immediately released Salamon, after being poked by her needles. "Oh... whoopsie! Sorry about that." She smiled sheepishly. The small dog started to catch her breath. "Name's Cadence by the way."
"Hi! I'm looking for someone named Cadenza Amoré. That person is supposed to be my partner."
The blonde girl giggled. "Hehe, that's my name silly! I just like Cadence better. My real name sounds waaaay too fancy. Anyway, what's this about a partner?"
"I'mma Digimon. The two of us are gonna be working together. Do you have a Digivice on ya?"
Cadence raised an eyebrow. "I... don't know... what is that?"
Salamon jumped into Cadence's purple purse and dug around inside, looking for something. "Here it is found it!" The puppy was carrying that strange device Cadence had found earlier. "This is a Digivice. It's supposed to be the link between the hearts of humans and digimon... Or... something like that. I'm not entirely sure. I do know that it's important though! So guard that with your life!" The dog then jumped into her partner's arms. "You can carry me. Just, don't squeeze too hard, K?"
Cadence laughed at how enthusiastic her new partner was. She took the device out of Salamon's mouth, and put it back into her purse. "Alrighty!" She started walking ahead, but didn't have any idea where she was going in this unfamiliar place. "Hey Salamon, where exactly are we?"
"The Jungle Terminal in the Digital World silly." She said that with a giggle, as if that was common knowledge.
"Oh yes of course. How silly of me." | Name: Cadenza Mia Amoré
Nickname: Cadence
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Partner: Puttimon > Kyupimon > Salamon > Gatomon > Angewomon > Venusmon
Bio: Cadenza Amoré was born in Milan Italy. She grew up in a wealthy upperclass family. The Amoré family tree contains a long line of wealthily and powerful women. As the eldest child and the only female heir of her mother Lovina Amoré. Cadence would one day be one of them. Cadence lived a very extravagant lifestyle. Her parents showered her, and her younger brothers with love and affection, as well as whatever they wanted. Cadence loved her family and they loved her, it was as simple as that. Her mother read her daughter many fairy tales when she was growing up. They usually involved lovers overcoming all odds to be together. These stories instilled in her the belief that love can conquer any obstacle.
In addition to caring for her little brothers and making friends with others, she was also groomed to take over the family business. Her mother was the CEO of a large chain of flower shops Fiori D'Amore (Flowers of Love.) While she performed well enough in school, Cadence wasn't exactly interested in studying. She cared more about finding her one true love, and getting her own happy ending. Just like the ones in the stories she was told. One day, she met a handsome, blonde haired, blue eyed, young man named Valentino. She likes to say their meeting was love at first sight, but it took quite a long time of getting to know each other before they officially professed their love, and officially became a couple. The affair was passionate, and romantic. They were both certain that they were destined to be together, and that this was going to last forever.
Ultimately, it wasn't meant to be. Cadence had to move to America with her family because they wanted to expand their business, forcing her to leave Valentino behind. The two promised to keep in touch, and they even agreed to get married once they finished college. For a few months, the two exchanged letters, E-Mails, Skype chats, even occasional phone calls. It was like they never left. Then, the communication suddenly stopped. Months had passed, and Cadence hadn't heard a word from her boyfriend, and she was starting to get worried. She would come to find out later, that Valentino had died in a car accident where the other driver was drunk. It is for this reason, that she refuses to drink a drop of alcohol to this day. The death of her lover saddened and confused the girl. She was certain they were meant to be together, and when you're meant to be with someone you'll find each other no matter what, right? That's what the stories say. She refuses to believe that her mother's teachings were wrong, there must be someone else out there for her, or Valentino would find his way back to her. Although heartbroken by Valentino's death, she helps other people find love as a way to heal. She keeps a cheerful attitude, and is still searching for her happily ever after.
Personality: Cadence is a friendly, cheerful, and optimistic girl. Despite being from a wealthy family, she doesn't believe it makes her better than anyone else. She spends time around many kinds of people from different backgrounds, and tries to find good in everybody. While she tries to act like a proper lady, around others she can come across as silly and childish. However, while it may look like she doesn't take anything seriously, she's smarter than people give her credit for. Cadence is a feminine girl, and she has an affinity for cute things. Kittens, puppies, ponies, etc. They all make her squeal excitedly.
Cadence is a compassionate, nurturing girl. She is always there to help others, and is normally really sympathetic and empathetic with anyone who is in trouble. She cares deeply for others, is also very maternal. She sees her friends as her family and will do anything to protect them even putting herself in danger. In regards to this she can be a bit rash. If she sees something threatening someone she cares for she will rush in to danger not thinking of the consequences of her actions. While she is not stupid by any means, she is very much naive when it comes to the real world. She's easily tricked, and is prone to giving anything she has to someone in need in the name of love.
Cadence is the type that wears her heart on her sleeve. It is easy to hurt her feelings, but it doesn't take much to cheer her up again. Growing up she was always told romantic bed time stories involving a damsel in distress and a knight in shining armor. As a result of this, Cadence loves love. She believes it's the best feeling in the world. She believe's everyone, no matter how much of a jerk they may be deserves love. Her beliefs have been instilled into her since young, and she's very outspoken and passionate about them. She's a hopeful romantic, and often acts flirty towards men she likes, hoping they're Mr. Right, and find that special someone so she can get her own Fairy Tale happy ending. She tends to think every guy she's with is "the one" and takes it very seriously, making her seem clingy and overly dependent. She gets easily attached to people she's grown to like, and it upsets her when the object of her affections doesn't share her feelings, and will do anything to keep them around. She also likes to help other people find love as well, and plays matchmaker for people whether they asked for it or not.
Digivice Color: Pink |
54,280 | 1,477 | 11 | 1,224 | 1,558 | James looked up to see the other guy and the small water droplet looking creature next to him.
"Yeah I see it, you aren't the only one." he said looking to Sunmon.
"I'm James and this is Sunmon. It's nice to meet you." he said standing and reaching into his pocket pulling out the small little device he had found.
"I take it you got one of these too?" he said holding it up to him. | Name: Ryan Xavier
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Partner: Moonmon > Lunamon > Lekismon > Crescemon > Dianamon
Personality: Ryan is not a particularly cheerful person, nor a particularly friendly one. He’s absolutely terrible with people, and in fact most people who spend more than a few minutes around him end up hating him. He’s not the type who puts much stock in politeness or tact, instead preferring to be rude and obnoxious whenever possible. He’s also incredibly arrogant and makes no effort whatsoever to hide it or rein it in. His naturally rebellious spirit has caused him to develop a serious problem with authority, and his attitude towards any sort of authority figure can best be described as open hostility. He’s amazingly self-centered, and would never value someone else’s safety above his own.
Despite this, he’s a highly intelligent young man who would have a lot of potential for success, should he actually apply himself at anything. Spending much of his youth in the city getting mixed up with some shady crowds, he has a certain amount of street savvy. He’s not the type who’ll easily get the wool pulled over his eyes. In addition, he has a strong sense of independence, and knows how to take care of himself. He’s very cold and calculating, always thinking things through before doing or saying anything.
Ryan’s general outlook on life is very pessimistic. He’s learned never to get his hopes up about anything. He’s notoriously lazy, totally unmotivated to accomplish anything with his life. As far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t see himself living past thirty anyway, so why bother? He’s slow to warm up to others and doesn’t easily get attached to anybody.
Bio: Growing up, Ryan’s home life was less than ideal. For one, his family was not particularly well-off. His parents went from job to job in order to make ends meet and support their unhealthy drinking habits, and were virtually absent in Ryan’s life, never showing interest in him, never encouraging him to achieve anything, or even, most of the time, bothering to pay attention to him at all. The only times they paid him any mind were when they needed something from him or during the frequent fights he had with them.
He would regularly stay out until the late hours of the night and his parents would rarely even notice. This lack of supervision led to him getting mixed up with some less than ideal influences, and he soon turned into his school’s resident delinquent. Spending a lot of time on the streets, he learned to be tough and take care of himself, and the fistfights he would get into on a near-daily basis, be they with classmates, neighborhood kids, or his father, taught him how to handle himself in a fight.
Digivice Color: White |
54,281 | 1,477 | 12 | 1,224 | 1,558 | “Wonderful,” Ryan murmured, looking at the bizarre creatures. So then this wasn’t some kind of crazy pipe dream.
“Hello. It’s nice to meet you,” said Moonmon in a friendly, formal tone. “My name is Moonmon, and this is…” She trailed off, looking to Ryan to introduce himself. He simply stared back at her defiantly. After a momentary battle of wills, Ryan eventually gave in. “Ryan,” he stated flatly.
Ryan raised an eyebrow upon seeing the device in James’ hand. So he had one too? Ryan held his own up for James to see. The devices were almost identical except for the coloring. The grips on the sides of James’ device were red, while Ryan’s were white.
“What are these things anyway?” Ryan asked James. However, it was Moonmon who answered.
“They’re called Digivices. That’s how I knew you were my partner.”
“What does it do?” he asked.
Moonmon paused with a confused look on her face. “Well, I don’t exactly … know. I don’t quite remember, it’s just … look, it’s very important, and we absolutely need them!”
“Why?”
“My, you’re just all questions, aren’t you?”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Have you seen any other people?” he asked James. “The sooner we can figure out what the hell happened and get back to civilization, the better.” | Name: Ryan Xavier
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Partner: Moonmon > Lunamon > Lekismon > Crescemon > Dianamon
Personality: Ryan is not a particularly cheerful person, nor a particularly friendly one. He’s absolutely terrible with people, and in fact most people who spend more than a few minutes around him end up hating him. He’s not the type who puts much stock in politeness or tact, instead preferring to be rude and obnoxious whenever possible. He’s also incredibly arrogant and makes no effort whatsoever to hide it or rein it in. His naturally rebellious spirit has caused him to develop a serious problem with authority, and his attitude towards any sort of authority figure can best be described as open hostility. He’s amazingly self-centered, and would never value someone else’s safety above his own.
Despite this, he’s a highly intelligent young man who would have a lot of potential for success, should he actually apply himself at anything. Spending much of his youth in the city getting mixed up with some shady crowds, he has a certain amount of street savvy. He’s not the type who’ll easily get the wool pulled over his eyes. In addition, he has a strong sense of independence, and knows how to take care of himself. He’s very cold and calculating, always thinking things through before doing or saying anything.
Ryan’s general outlook on life is very pessimistic. He’s learned never to get his hopes up about anything. He’s notoriously lazy, totally unmotivated to accomplish anything with his life. As far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t see himself living past thirty anyway, so why bother? He’s slow to warm up to others and doesn’t easily get attached to anybody.
Bio: Growing up, Ryan’s home life was less than ideal. For one, his family was not particularly well-off. His parents went from job to job in order to make ends meet and support their unhealthy drinking habits, and were virtually absent in Ryan’s life, never showing interest in him, never encouraging him to achieve anything, or even, most of the time, bothering to pay attention to him at all. The only times they paid him any mind were when they needed something from him or during the frequent fights he had with them.
He would regularly stay out until the late hours of the night and his parents would rarely even notice. This lack of supervision led to him getting mixed up with some less than ideal influences, and he soon turned into his school’s resident delinquent. Spending a lot of time on the streets, he learned to be tough and take care of himself, and the fistfights he would get into on a near-daily basis, be they with classmates, neighborhood kids, or his father, taught him how to handle himself in a fight.
Digivice Color: White |
54,282 | 1,477 | 13 | 1,895 | 2,732 | Anna finished her picnic with Salamon with some food to spare. She hadn't realized it, but she was pretty hungry. "Thanks for sharing with me." The girl said to the digimon. "But there seems to be some left. I'll shake off the crumbs from the blanket and we can take the rest for later." She did just as she said as Salamon watched.
"Well, maybe there are more humans out there. Then again, it might just be you and me." Salamon chimed in with a happy yip.
Anna laughed a bit and folded the blanket over the food basket and took it under her arms. "I guess we should walk around a bit and find a place." She started in a direction with Salamon following behind. "Oh, it might be a good idea to know where we are and where we're going."
Salamon walked by Anna's side keeping up with it's four legs. "Oh, this is the Jungle Zone, Terminal, whatever word you want to use really." It ran ahead looking a round a bit. "I have no idea where we are heading though."
"So, do you have a home or are you just wandering about." Anna said. "You don't seem like you have a home around here at least. 'I found this picnic basket.'"
Salamon smiled as it looked back at Anna. "Clever girl. Nope, I'm just wandering around here right now. I don't think we met by chance either." The puppy perked up and looked and at somewhere, "Hey, hey, Anna. I see a girl over there." It pointed it's nose in the direction of the girl.
Anna noticed her holding . . . Wait? "Salamon, what are you doing over there?"
"What?" Salamon said with an unbelieving look on it's face. "There are multiples of every digimon. That just happens to be another Salamon."
"I see." Anna said. She contemplated her options before rushing out of the bush. She didn't really know how this older looking girl would act, but she decided intimidation would be a good test. "Stop right there!" She exclaimed, "State your name!"
Salamon rushed out after her and stated her own concerns, "What possessed you to do this!?"
"Questioning her?" Anna replied questioningly.
"Obviously not!" Salamon replied. "That's a demand! Don't you make more friends by being nice?"
Anna's face dropped to a confusion. "Really? I would have never guessed by my impression of my parents. . . Not that they have any friends." A thought popped into her head, Nor do I, I guess. "A-anyways," She said again looking to the other girl, "State your name!" | Name: Annaliese Kaufmann
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Partner: YukimiBotamon>Nyaromon>Salamon (without holy ring) >BlackGatomon>LadyDevimon>Minervamon
Bio: Annaliese has lived a mostly poor life. As an Orphan from birth, she spent the first of her years in an Orphanage in Berlin. Her mother, who died in childbirth due to several complications, had enough time to name her child and pass on her name. When she was about eight, she was adopted by a well-to-do family.
Despite the sounds of “well-to-do” she was mostly made to work around the house when she wasn’t schooling, like a servant. There were other servants that tried to help her as well, but after a swift talk with the Kaufmann’s that changed quickly.
Unknown to Annaliese, her adoptive parents feel that making her work around the house will build character. They don’t hate her, or at least openly admit it. Annaliese sees this otherwise, however.
Personality: At home, Annaliese is a well-mannered yet submissive girl who wouldn’t dare say anything that is out of line with her adoptive parents’ wishes. She almost never smiles. When she gets to school however, this changes drastically.
At school her personality does a 180. She speaks what she wants, when she wants. To the other students at least. Nothing that could possibly get her in trouble with her parents. This is due to the treatment she and a few other orphans received at her old school. Through ridicule and teasing, Anna developed a more aggressive personality with others that were not figures of authority, as she fears punishment.
That being said, she enjoys time outside of the home and allots just enough time for her to finish her chores at home before needing to sleep. She figures her parents believe that she is in a number of extracurriculars when she shows up home late.
Digivice Color: Black |
54,283 | 1,477 | 14 | 714 | 3,252 | Not knowing what else to do Danny decided to follow DemiMeramon into the jungle, before he could lose sight of the small fireball. "Hey wait up !"
Immediately afterwards he realized that yelling might have been a bad idea, since he had no idea if there were dangerous creatures around. Bad idea or not it did get DemiMeramon's attention.
"Okay okay I'm waiting." Clearly impatient the Digimon stopped in front of a rather large tree.
Now that his so called partner was no longer moving away, Danny quickly caught up to him. "Listen uhm DemiMaremon right? I can tell you're excited but do you think you can explain among other things what a Digivice is ? And who are these Demon lords anyway?"
Hurt by the fact that his partner didn't even remember his name DemiMeramon none the less decided to answer his questions like he knew he should have in the first place. "First of all it's DemiMeramon. And that Digivice of yours will allow me to change into more powerful forms through Digivolution by somehow connecting our hearts, and no I cant tell you more about it cause that's all I know. The Demon Lords on the other hand are a group of seven exceedingly powerful and evil Digimon who've conquered the Digiworld. Don't ask me why we're ones to fight them though I just know it's something we have to do. And before you ask the Digiworld is apparently created thanks to the computers of your world." After saying all that DemiMeramon once again decided to go and look for the others, while Danny ran after him. | Name: Danny Parks
Age: 16
Gender: male
Partner: Mokumon > DemiMeramon > Candlemon > Meramon > Asuramon > Vulcanusmon
Bio: Danny grew up in a middleclass family. His parents got divorced when he was ten, but did their best to minimalize the impact this would have on him. Despite his parents best efforts Danny naturally was affected for a while. Eventually though he snapped out of it after realizing that as bad the divorce was, it was the best for his parents.
Personality : Danny is creative and enjoys building. He also has a bit of a stubborn streak, however when he is impressed with someone they can usually convince him. Danny can be a bit proud sometimes, however he is aware of this and tries to work on it.
Digivice Color: green |
54,284 | 1,477 | 15 | 2,010 | 1,148 | While Zurumon hopped along without a care in the world, Mana followed behind, fighting the urge to run and find a human stranger to help her out. Zurumon didn't seem intent on harming her, but she was having a little trouble trusting the yellow blob with giant, red eyes of doom. At least it was... talkative?
It was blabbering on about a 'Digivice', which was also the thing Mana had found before finding herself in this strange jungle. The item had somehow relocated to her pocket in the meantime, and she was now staring at it quizzically, stumbling over random roots while Zurumon talked about 'Digivolution' and 'Digitude' and 'Digiwhatever'.
"So, to summarise, that digidoodad lets grow bigger, faster, stronger and more handsome," Zurumon concluded cheerfully, "which is where you come on!"
"Come in how?" Mana asked, trying to find some way to make this Digivice function."
"Well, you need to make those digivolutions happen!" the yellow monster pointed out, "so the sooner you can do that, the bet-"
A rustling sound was heard by the duo, making the two freeze. Mana's heart started to quicken its pace, fearing a more hostile monster was on its way, "...wh-what's there?"
Zurumon narrowed its eyes, trying to listen in. There... didn't seem to be heavy footsteps, and there were voices. Two?
Mana crouched beside the little monster, wondering if it was going to be of any use in a battle or anything. Truth be told, she could probably hurt something far more than it.
"Doesn't sound like an enemy..." Zurumon whispered, "But just in case, stay quiet and still..."
Mana simply nodded once, trying to suppress her trembling. Fighting hostile monsters in a strange land was not a thing she wanted to be a part of at the moment, and despite her misgivings, her best bet was to trust Zurumon.
The source of the voices revealed themselves at last, and it was... a boy with red, spiky hair. Before Mana could question this, Zurumon suddenly announced their presence, yelling, "Comrades! Sweet, we're safe!"
Wordlessly, Mana slowly rose to her feet, looking between the boy and his... associate, some weird living fireball. Huh.
"...I can't help but feel like he's way better defended," Mana muttered with a tinge of jealousy, before clearing her friend and saying, "Hey, um... by any chance, you didn't happen to wake up here, did you? Because I want to know why I'm here." | Name: Mana Tachibana
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Partner: Zurumon > Elecmon > Leomon > GrapLeomon > Marsmon
Bio: A girl with a strict upbringing, Mana has had the need to succeed drilled into her by her parents for her entire life. Second place is not an option; all that matters is being the best. With these beliefs in her head, Mana has become the girl she is now. Putting aside the cold treatment her parents give her if she doesn't get the highest grades in her class, Mana has practically developed a need to win, no matter the cost.
Personality: A reserved and polite girl with aspirations of success, to the point that she is willing to do whatever it takes to win, even if it compromises her image as a nice girl. Strictly speaking, she isn't actively malicious or ill-meaning towards anyone, but if she wants to be the best in her class, and in the future the best in her career... well, if hard work isn't enough for her top make the top, everyone else will just have to 'try less'.
That aside, she isn't a remorseless monster, and is more than capable of sympathising with others. It's suddenly a lot more difficult to throw someone under a bus when you learn they have their own struggles to deal with. This is partly why she tries not to make friends in school - it makes things less complicated for her overall.
Digivice Color: Crimson |
54,285 | 1,477 | 16 | 1,224 | 1,558 | James followed along and shrugged.
"No idea how we got here my guess is that these digivice things teleported us here. Moved me from school.....oh crap I've got a mid-term fourth period....man I'm gunna have some explaining to do. " he said as hefumbles through the jungle.
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Lucemon slammed his fist into the table he ans the other Demon Lords were sitting around. They had all started bickering about how to take care of the "Problems" that had arrived.
"Quiet you ignorant baboons. Surely the Olympos XII will come to us but to ensure they won't I'll send some odd my dear minions after them." He said with a maniacal grin. "Ogermon! Duskmon! Head immediately to the jungle terminal and wipe out the XII and any humans you find!" He said smiling as the two figures shrouded in shadows took off out the window. | Name: Ryan Xavier
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Partner: Moonmon > Lunamon > Lekismon > Crescemon > Dianamon
Personality: Ryan is not a particularly cheerful person, nor a particularly friendly one. He’s absolutely terrible with people, and in fact most people who spend more than a few minutes around him end up hating him. He’s not the type who puts much stock in politeness or tact, instead preferring to be rude and obnoxious whenever possible. He’s also incredibly arrogant and makes no effort whatsoever to hide it or rein it in. His naturally rebellious spirit has caused him to develop a serious problem with authority, and his attitude towards any sort of authority figure can best be described as open hostility. He’s amazingly self-centered, and would never value someone else’s safety above his own.
Despite this, he’s a highly intelligent young man who would have a lot of potential for success, should he actually apply himself at anything. Spending much of his youth in the city getting mixed up with some shady crowds, he has a certain amount of street savvy. He’s not the type who’ll easily get the wool pulled over his eyes. In addition, he has a strong sense of independence, and knows how to take care of himself. He’s very cold and calculating, always thinking things through before doing or saying anything.
Ryan’s general outlook on life is very pessimistic. He’s learned never to get his hopes up about anything. He’s notoriously lazy, totally unmotivated to accomplish anything with his life. As far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t see himself living past thirty anyway, so why bother? He’s slow to warm up to others and doesn’t easily get attached to anybody.
Bio: Growing up, Ryan’s home life was less than ideal. For one, his family was not particularly well-off. His parents went from job to job in order to make ends meet and support their unhealthy drinking habits, and were virtually absent in Ryan’s life, never showing interest in him, never encouraging him to achieve anything, or even, most of the time, bothering to pay attention to him at all. The only times they paid him any mind were when they needed something from him or during the frequent fights he had with them.
He would regularly stay out until the late hours of the night and his parents would rarely even notice. This lack of supervision led to him getting mixed up with some less than ideal influences, and he soon turned into his school’s resident delinquent. Spending a lot of time on the streets, he learned to be tough and take care of himself, and the fistfights he would get into on a near-daily basis, be they with classmates, neighborhood kids, or his father, taught him how to handle himself in a fight.
Digivice Color: White |
54,286 | 1,477 | 17 | 714 | 3,252 | Danny was surprised to see another human so soon. Judging by the fact that the black haired girl with glasses was accompanied by a pile of yellow goo, he figured that had to be a Digimon. "Hey, um... by any chance, you didn't happen to wake up here, did you? Because I want to know why I'm here."
"Seems like your Digimon is even worse at explaining things then mine is."
Before he could continue Demimeramon interrupted him. "I was excited, okay."
Ignoring the interruption Danny continued. " Demimeramon here told me we were sent here to help these guys defeat a group of evil Digimon who've taken over this world, but that is about all he explained." When mentioning the Digimon's name he gestured in the fireball's direction.
" I'm Danny BTW and what is your name?" | Name: Danny Parks
Age: 16
Gender: male
Partner: Mokumon > DemiMeramon > Candlemon > Meramon > Asuramon > Vulcanusmon
Bio: Danny grew up in a middleclass family. His parents got divorced when he was ten, but did their best to minimalize the impact this would have on him. Despite his parents best efforts Danny naturally was affected for a while. Eventually though he snapped out of it after realizing that as bad the divorce was, it was the best for his parents.
Personality : Danny is creative and enjoys building. He also has a bit of a stubborn streak, however when he is impressed with someone they can usually convince him. Danny can be a bit proud sometimes, however he is aware of this and tries to work on it.
Digivice Color: green |
54,287 | 1,477 | 18 | 513 | 1,103 | Cadence was interupted from her thoughts when she was interupted by a younger looking girl with dark hair. "Stop right there!" She exclaimed, "State your name!" Cadence was about to answer, when another Salamon ran by her side. This Salamon was missing the gold collar that hers had, but otherwise they looked the same. The Digimon and human seemed to bicker for a minute, but still pressed Cadence for an answer to her question.
The blonde girl giggled. "Aw, you are so cute!" She cooed as she set her own Salamon down. "I'm Cadence Amoré!" She replied. "It looks like you have good taste in Digimon. I have a Salamon of my own! Maybe they could be friends!" She lightly nudged her own Salamon to speak with the other one, but her Salamon wouldn't budge.
Instead, Salamon ran behind Cadence's ankle, and cowered in fear. "Um... I don't know about this... I don't trust that one..." The small Digimon whispered.
Cadence cringed at her Digimon's behavior. "Um... hold on a second..." She turned at her Digimon, and looked at her Digimon quizzically. "What do you mean by that? You two are exactly the same. What's the problem?"
"No we're not." Salamon pointed her paw at the other Salamon's neck. "She's missing the Holy Ring. A Salamon that's missing the Holy Ring isn't very nice..."
"The what? The collar? Don't be silly! It's only a collar. Just because she's missing an accessory doesn't mean she's evil... Don't be a meanie, and talk to her!" She tried to nudge her Digimon, but the small pup still wouldn't budge. After a few seconds, she sighed and gave up trying. "I'm sorry about that." Cadence said to the dark haired girl with a smile. "I don't know what's gotten into her. She seemed so energetic when I met her... Anyway, now that I told you my name, would you mind telling me yours, dear?" | Name: Cadenza Mia Amoré
Nickname: Cadence
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Partner: Puttimon > Kyupimon > Salamon > Gatomon > Angewomon > Venusmon
Bio: Cadenza Amoré was born in Milan Italy. She grew up in a wealthy upperclass family. The Amoré family tree contains a long line of wealthily and powerful women. As the eldest child and the only female heir of her mother Lovina Amoré. Cadence would one day be one of them. Cadence lived a very extravagant lifestyle. Her parents showered her, and her younger brothers with love and affection, as well as whatever they wanted. Cadence loved her family and they loved her, it was as simple as that. Her mother read her daughter many fairy tales when she was growing up. They usually involved lovers overcoming all odds to be together. These stories instilled in her the belief that love can conquer any obstacle.
In addition to caring for her little brothers and making friends with others, she was also groomed to take over the family business. Her mother was the CEO of a large chain of flower shops Fiori D'Amore (Flowers of Love.) While she performed well enough in school, Cadence wasn't exactly interested in studying. She cared more about finding her one true love, and getting her own happy ending. Just like the ones in the stories she was told. One day, she met a handsome, blonde haired, blue eyed, young man named Valentino. She likes to say their meeting was love at first sight, but it took quite a long time of getting to know each other before they officially professed their love, and officially became a couple. The affair was passionate, and romantic. They were both certain that they were destined to be together, and that this was going to last forever.
Ultimately, it wasn't meant to be. Cadence had to move to America with her family because they wanted to expand their business, forcing her to leave Valentino behind. The two promised to keep in touch, and they even agreed to get married once they finished college. For a few months, the two exchanged letters, E-Mails, Skype chats, even occasional phone calls. It was like they never left. Then, the communication suddenly stopped. Months had passed, and Cadence hadn't heard a word from her boyfriend, and she was starting to get worried. She would come to find out later, that Valentino had died in a car accident where the other driver was drunk. It is for this reason, that she refuses to drink a drop of alcohol to this day. The death of her lover saddened and confused the girl. She was certain they were meant to be together, and when you're meant to be with someone you'll find each other no matter what, right? That's what the stories say. She refuses to believe that her mother's teachings were wrong, there must be someone else out there for her, or Valentino would find his way back to her. Although heartbroken by Valentino's death, she helps other people find love as a way to heal. She keeps a cheerful attitude, and is still searching for her happily ever after.
Personality: Cadence is a friendly, cheerful, and optimistic girl. Despite being from a wealthy family, she doesn't believe it makes her better than anyone else. She spends time around many kinds of people from different backgrounds, and tries to find good in everybody. While she tries to act like a proper lady, around others she can come across as silly and childish. However, while it may look like she doesn't take anything seriously, she's smarter than people give her credit for. Cadence is a feminine girl, and she has an affinity for cute things. Kittens, puppies, ponies, etc. They all make her squeal excitedly.
Cadence is a compassionate, nurturing girl. She is always there to help others, and is normally really sympathetic and empathetic with anyone who is in trouble. She cares deeply for others, is also very maternal. She sees her friends as her family and will do anything to protect them even putting herself in danger. In regards to this she can be a bit rash. If she sees something threatening someone she cares for she will rush in to danger not thinking of the consequences of her actions. While she is not stupid by any means, she is very much naive when it comes to the real world. She's easily tricked, and is prone to giving anything she has to someone in need in the name of love.
Cadence is the type that wears her heart on her sleeve. It is easy to hurt her feelings, but it doesn't take much to cheer her up again. Growing up she was always told romantic bed time stories involving a damsel in distress and a knight in shining armor. As a result of this, Cadence loves love. She believes it's the best feeling in the world. She believe's everyone, no matter how much of a jerk they may be deserves love. Her beliefs have been instilled into her since young, and she's very outspoken and passionate about them. She's a hopeful romantic, and often acts flirty towards men she likes, hoping they're Mr. Right, and find that special someone so she can get her own Fairy Tale happy ending. She tends to think every guy she's with is "the one" and takes it very seriously, making her seem clingy and overly dependent. She gets easily attached to people she's grown to like, and it upsets her when the object of her affections doesn't share her feelings, and will do anything to keep them around. She also likes to help other people find love as well, and plays matchmaker for people whether they asked for it or not.
Digivice Color: Pink |
54,288 | 1,477 | 19 | 1,895 | 2,732 | I'm Annaliese. Anna said, wondering if she should have gave her real name. "Cadence Amore. . ."
Meanwhile Anna's Salamon wandered over to get closer to the other Salamon, "You know, just because I lack a ring, it doesn't mean I'm bad. Overall."
Anna questioned it though. "What does the Holy Ring mean?" Looking between her Salamon and the other, she finally noticed the difference at the ring around the other's neck. "It sounds like you did something wrong."
"The Holy Ring. . ." Salamon said with a sullen look on it's face. "I. . . Actually, I have very little idea. Something broke mine a bit ago. I don't know what it does. I just know it was suppose to be important." She looked to the other Salamon for more elaboration. "I can understand where this Salamon is coming from." | Name: Annaliese Kaufmann
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Partner: YukimiBotamon>Nyaromon>Salamon (without holy ring) >BlackGatomon>LadyDevimon>Minervamon
Bio: Annaliese has lived a mostly poor life. As an Orphan from birth, she spent the first of her years in an Orphanage in Berlin. Her mother, who died in childbirth due to several complications, had enough time to name her child and pass on her name. When she was about eight, she was adopted by a well-to-do family.
Despite the sounds of “well-to-do” she was mostly made to work around the house when she wasn’t schooling, like a servant. There were other servants that tried to help her as well, but after a swift talk with the Kaufmann’s that changed quickly.
Unknown to Annaliese, her adoptive parents feel that making her work around the house will build character. They don’t hate her, or at least openly admit it. Annaliese sees this otherwise, however.
Personality: At home, Annaliese is a well-mannered yet submissive girl who wouldn’t dare say anything that is out of line with her adoptive parents’ wishes. She almost never smiles. When she gets to school however, this changes drastically.
At school her personality does a 180. She speaks what she wants, when she wants. To the other students at least. Nothing that could possibly get her in trouble with her parents. This is due to the treatment she and a few other orphans received at her old school. Through ridicule and teasing, Anna developed a more aggressive personality with others that were not figures of authority, as she fears punishment.
That being said, she enjoys time outside of the home and allots just enough time for her to finish her chores at home before needing to sleep. She figures her parents believe that she is in a number of extracurriculars when she shows up home late.
Digivice Color: Black |
54,289 | 1,477 | 20 | 2,010 | 1,148 | Hey, I said the full explanations are better left when everyone's gathered!
Mana, giving the two Digimon a questioning look, turned her gaze to Danny and replied, "My name's Mana. It's a pleasure to meet you, now then..."
Kneeling, Mana poked Zurumon's back, "when you say 'everyone', how many of us got kidnapped?"
"I dunno!" Zurumon replied, "...and it's not a kidnapping! It's a distressed call for help! We need you guys, right, Demimeramon?"
Mana frowned as she returned to her feet, "...So you say, but when it comes to help, wouldn't... professionals be of more use? I doubt either of us are experts at surviving in the wild," she said ponderingly, glancing at Danny. Yeah, they had to be around the same age, so no way was he going to know even the basics of survival!
...Like she was any better, though. And considering this forest apparently had monsters in it... | Name: Mana Tachibana
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Partner: Zurumon > Elecmon > Leomon > GrapLeomon > Marsmon
Bio: A girl with a strict upbringing, Mana has had the need to succeed drilled into her by her parents for her entire life. Second place is not an option; all that matters is being the best. With these beliefs in her head, Mana has become the girl she is now. Putting aside the cold treatment her parents give her if she doesn't get the highest grades in her class, Mana has practically developed a need to win, no matter the cost.
Personality: A reserved and polite girl with aspirations of success, to the point that she is willing to do whatever it takes to win, even if it compromises her image as a nice girl. Strictly speaking, she isn't actively malicious or ill-meaning towards anyone, but if she wants to be the best in her class, and in the future the best in her career... well, if hard work isn't enough for her top make the top, everyone else will just have to 'try less'.
That aside, she isn't a remorseless monster, and is more than capable of sympathising with others. It's suddenly a lot more difficult to throw someone under a bus when you learn they have their own struggles to deal with. This is partly why she tries not to make friends in school - it makes things less complicated for her overall.
Digivice Color: Crimson |
54,290 | 1,477 | 21 | 714 | 3,252 | Yeah Zurumon's right, and to be honest I don't think we were the ones deciding who to bring here in the first. Demimeramon backed the other Digimon up. Danny wasn't even surprised anymore that his so called partner seemed not entirely informed about what was going on.
"Apparently we wont get the whole story until we find everyone else who was brought here. So we might as well try and find them despite not knowing if they are in the same area, or even how many of them there are. What do you think Mana?" Danny specifically ignored the two Digimon when asking this, irritated at the lack of info they had given him and the girl so far.
Danny actually hadn't thought about the issues involved about surviving in the woods until Mana brought it up. "That is actually a good point, but I'm not too worried about that. These two should be familiar enough with this place to help us with that for at least a little while." | Name: Danny Parks
Age: 16
Gender: male
Partner: Mokumon > DemiMeramon > Candlemon > Meramon > Asuramon > Vulcanusmon
Bio: Danny grew up in a middleclass family. His parents got divorced when he was ten, but did their best to minimalize the impact this would have on him. Despite his parents best efforts Danny naturally was affected for a while. Eventually though he snapped out of it after realizing that as bad the divorce was, it was the best for his parents.
Personality : Danny is creative and enjoys building. He also has a bit of a stubborn streak, however when he is impressed with someone they can usually convince him. Danny can be a bit proud sometimes, however he is aware of this and tries to work on it.
Digivice Color: green |
54,291 | 1,477 | 22 | 1,224 | 1,558 | Ryan rolled his eyes. “Oh. Well. We teleported. That clears things right up. Thanks, Copernicus.”
“Don’t be rude!” Moonmon exclaimed.
“Shove it. I’m still not convinced you’re not just a bad trip.”
Moonmon pouted and turned away. Ryan ignored her, pushing up a large branch and ducking under it. He let go, not bothering to hold it for James.
“Damn, we’ve been walking for a while. We must really be in the boonies,” he said in disbelief. “If we could at least find a road or something, we could just hitchhike to a town, but it looks like it’s just jungle in every direction.”
Ryan’s head was spinning at how little sense this entire situation made. It still hadn’t even quite sunk in for him. This was probably for the best. This way, for the time being, he was able to keep a relatively level head, despite having no idea if he would ever manage to get home again.
“If we don’t find anybody soon, we’re gonna have to think about finding some shelter or something before it gets dark.”
Whenever that’ll be. Who the hell even knows what time it is? He couldn’t even see how high the sun was through all of the trees. | Name: Ryan Xavier
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Partner: Moonmon > Lunamon > Lekismon > Crescemon > Dianamon
Personality: Ryan is not a particularly cheerful person, nor a particularly friendly one. He’s absolutely terrible with people, and in fact most people who spend more than a few minutes around him end up hating him. He’s not the type who puts much stock in politeness or tact, instead preferring to be rude and obnoxious whenever possible. He’s also incredibly arrogant and makes no effort whatsoever to hide it or rein it in. His naturally rebellious spirit has caused him to develop a serious problem with authority, and his attitude towards any sort of authority figure can best be described as open hostility. He’s amazingly self-centered, and would never value someone else’s safety above his own.
Despite this, he’s a highly intelligent young man who would have a lot of potential for success, should he actually apply himself at anything. Spending much of his youth in the city getting mixed up with some shady crowds, he has a certain amount of street savvy. He’s not the type who’ll easily get the wool pulled over his eyes. In addition, he has a strong sense of independence, and knows how to take care of himself. He’s very cold and calculating, always thinking things through before doing or saying anything.
Ryan’s general outlook on life is very pessimistic. He’s learned never to get his hopes up about anything. He’s notoriously lazy, totally unmotivated to accomplish anything with his life. As far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t see himself living past thirty anyway, so why bother? He’s slow to warm up to others and doesn’t easily get attached to anybody.
Bio: Growing up, Ryan’s home life was less than ideal. For one, his family was not particularly well-off. His parents went from job to job in order to make ends meet and support their unhealthy drinking habits, and were virtually absent in Ryan’s life, never showing interest in him, never encouraging him to achieve anything, or even, most of the time, bothering to pay attention to him at all. The only times they paid him any mind were when they needed something from him or during the frequent fights he had with them.
He would regularly stay out until the late hours of the night and his parents would rarely even notice. This lack of supervision led to him getting mixed up with some less than ideal influences, and he soon turned into his school’s resident delinquent. Spending a lot of time on the streets, he learned to be tough and take care of himself, and the fistfights he would get into on a near-daily basis, be they with classmates, neighborhood kids, or his father, taught him how to handle himself in a fight.
Digivice Color: White |
54,292 | 1,477 | 23 | 714 | 3,252 | Immediately after Danny said that short term survival probably wouldn't be a problem, three yellow insects covered in black lightning stripes descended from the trees behind the group. Not wanting to give its victims time to react in any way, one of the Kunemon went straight to the attack.
"Electro Thread" The electric silk it fired hit DemiMeramon in the back, and managed to knock the Digimon out. This did give the larvae away though, and allowed Danny to barely dodge the next attack. Figuring that since the silk didn't catch on fire Danny figured it would be safe to pick DemiMeramon up and help the guy out while Zurumon was hopefully dealing with the weird bugs. Not really knowing what else to do Danny figured the best plan was to get away for since he was pretty much defenseless and hope Mana or someone would run into him before things got worse. While running away he started removing weird silk entangling the fireball, hoping it was allright. | Name: Danny Parks
Age: 16
Gender: male
Partner: Mokumon > DemiMeramon > Candlemon > Meramon > Asuramon > Vulcanusmon
Bio: Danny grew up in a middleclass family. His parents got divorced when he was ten, but did their best to minimalize the impact this would have on him. Despite his parents best efforts Danny naturally was affected for a while. Eventually though he snapped out of it after realizing that as bad the divorce was, it was the best for his parents.
Personality : Danny is creative and enjoys building. He also has a bit of a stubborn streak, however when he is impressed with someone they can usually convince him. Danny can be a bit proud sometimes, however he is aware of this and tries to work on it.
Digivice Color: green |
54,293 | 1,477 | 24 | 1,224 | 1,558 | Ryan couldn’t even react. He simply stood, frozen, as the creature’s attack headed towards him. For a brief moment he thought that this was it, until a heavy force impacted his side. The impact knocked him off his feet and he toppled over, landing hard on his side. The electrified thread sailed harmlessly above him as he lay on the ground, Moonmon sitting on top of him. She’d tackled him to the ground to get him out of the way of the attack.
“Snap out of it!” she exclaimed. “We need to move!”
Ryan nodded and hastily picked himself up off the ground. “Can you guys fight these things?”
“No,” was Moonmon’s blunt reply.
Wonderful. “So then let’s get the hell out of here.” He picked up Moonmon and took off running through the trees. “Come on!” he shouted to James.
“Poison Ivy!”
Ryan stopped and jumped back as several large vine struck a tree that he had been about to run by. They left huge gashes in the bark. He quickly made a 90-degree turn and bolted away from the creature that had attacked him.
“What are these things?” Ryan asked Moonmon as they ran.
“Palmon and Kunemon,” she answered. “They’re Rookie-level Digimon.”
“So stronger than you guys?”
“Yes,” she replied. “But they aren’t normally this hostile. I don’t know what’s gotten into them.”
“Are we in their territory or something?”
Moonmon shook her head. “This many Palmon and Kunemon wouldn’t share the same territory, and if that were what this was, we probably would’ve run into them sooner. Besides, this attack isn’t spur of the moment. It’s too organized; too coordinated.”
We don’t have time to worry about this, Ryan thought. Just then, he spotted another Kunemon. He managed to duck behind a tree just as an Electro Thread passed by him. He turned and started running away from the Kunemon, making sure to keep as many trees as possible between them.
He didn’t even know if James had followed him. He hadn’t so much as glanced behind him to check, he was too focused on where he was running. Just then, he dove around a tree … and came out into a clearing.
Oh crap, he thought. He looked back to the tree line and saw that the Kunemon and Palmon had already caught up and were already blocking him from turning back. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. He was stuck in this clearing. Which meant that there was nothing to hide behind. | Name: Ryan Xavier
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Partner: Moonmon > Lunamon > Lekismon > Crescemon > Dianamon
Personality: Ryan is not a particularly cheerful person, nor a particularly friendly one. He’s absolutely terrible with people, and in fact most people who spend more than a few minutes around him end up hating him. He’s not the type who puts much stock in politeness or tact, instead preferring to be rude and obnoxious whenever possible. He’s also incredibly arrogant and makes no effort whatsoever to hide it or rein it in. His naturally rebellious spirit has caused him to develop a serious problem with authority, and his attitude towards any sort of authority figure can best be described as open hostility. He’s amazingly self-centered, and would never value someone else’s safety above his own.
Despite this, he’s a highly intelligent young man who would have a lot of potential for success, should he actually apply himself at anything. Spending much of his youth in the city getting mixed up with some shady crowds, he has a certain amount of street savvy. He’s not the type who’ll easily get the wool pulled over his eyes. In addition, he has a strong sense of independence, and knows how to take care of himself. He’s very cold and calculating, always thinking things through before doing or saying anything.
Ryan’s general outlook on life is very pessimistic. He’s learned never to get his hopes up about anything. He’s notoriously lazy, totally unmotivated to accomplish anything with his life. As far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t see himself living past thirty anyway, so why bother? He’s slow to warm up to others and doesn’t easily get attached to anybody.
Bio: Growing up, Ryan’s home life was less than ideal. For one, his family was not particularly well-off. His parents went from job to job in order to make ends meet and support their unhealthy drinking habits, and were virtually absent in Ryan’s life, never showing interest in him, never encouraging him to achieve anything, or even, most of the time, bothering to pay attention to him at all. The only times they paid him any mind were when they needed something from him or during the frequent fights he had with them.
He would regularly stay out until the late hours of the night and his parents would rarely even notice. This lack of supervision led to him getting mixed up with some less than ideal influences, and he soon turned into his school’s resident delinquent. Spending a lot of time on the streets, he learned to be tough and take care of himself, and the fistfights he would get into on a near-daily basis, be they with classmates, neighborhood kids, or his father, taught him how to handle himself in a fight.
Digivice Color: White |
54,294 | 1,477 | 25 | 513 | 1,103 | Holy Rings are a big deal for Digimon like me! the Salamon with a Holy Ring explained. "They mark them as Holy-species Digimon. These rings give the Digimon great power relative to their holiness. If the Digimon loses its holiness somehow, it loses it's ring."
Cadence raised an eyebrow. "So what are you saying?"
"What I'm saying is, if she doesn't have Holy Ring, she must have done something reeeally bad, or is possessed by something scary. I'd really rather not take my chances if it's the latter!" She then cowered behind her tamer's ankle, again.
"Well, she doesn't seem like she's really that bad. I think your just overreacting." Before Cadence had a chance to say anything else, she heard the sound of leaves rustling. There were also other people screaming along with it. Were other people nearby as well? "Hey, are you hearing those noises too, or is it just me?" | Name: Cadenza Mia Amoré
Nickname: Cadence
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Partner: Puttimon > Kyupimon > Salamon > Gatomon > Angewomon > Venusmon
Bio: Cadenza Amoré was born in Milan Italy. She grew up in a wealthy upperclass family. The Amoré family tree contains a long line of wealthily and powerful women. As the eldest child and the only female heir of her mother Lovina Amoré. Cadence would one day be one of them. Cadence lived a very extravagant lifestyle. Her parents showered her, and her younger brothers with love and affection, as well as whatever they wanted. Cadence loved her family and they loved her, it was as simple as that. Her mother read her daughter many fairy tales when she was growing up. They usually involved lovers overcoming all odds to be together. These stories instilled in her the belief that love can conquer any obstacle.
In addition to caring for her little brothers and making friends with others, she was also groomed to take over the family business. Her mother was the CEO of a large chain of flower shops Fiori D'Amore (Flowers of Love.) While she performed well enough in school, Cadence wasn't exactly interested in studying. She cared more about finding her one true love, and getting her own happy ending. Just like the ones in the stories she was told. One day, she met a handsome, blonde haired, blue eyed, young man named Valentino. She likes to say their meeting was love at first sight, but it took quite a long time of getting to know each other before they officially professed their love, and officially became a couple. The affair was passionate, and romantic. They were both certain that they were destined to be together, and that this was going to last forever.
Ultimately, it wasn't meant to be. Cadence had to move to America with her family because they wanted to expand their business, forcing her to leave Valentino behind. The two promised to keep in touch, and they even agreed to get married once they finished college. For a few months, the two exchanged letters, E-Mails, Skype chats, even occasional phone calls. It was like they never left. Then, the communication suddenly stopped. Months had passed, and Cadence hadn't heard a word from her boyfriend, and she was starting to get worried. She would come to find out later, that Valentino had died in a car accident where the other driver was drunk. It is for this reason, that she refuses to drink a drop of alcohol to this day. The death of her lover saddened and confused the girl. She was certain they were meant to be together, and when you're meant to be with someone you'll find each other no matter what, right? That's what the stories say. She refuses to believe that her mother's teachings were wrong, there must be someone else out there for her, or Valentino would find his way back to her. Although heartbroken by Valentino's death, she helps other people find love as a way to heal. She keeps a cheerful attitude, and is still searching for her happily ever after.
Personality: Cadence is a friendly, cheerful, and optimistic girl. Despite being from a wealthy family, she doesn't believe it makes her better than anyone else. She spends time around many kinds of people from different backgrounds, and tries to find good in everybody. While she tries to act like a proper lady, around others she can come across as silly and childish. However, while it may look like she doesn't take anything seriously, she's smarter than people give her credit for. Cadence is a feminine girl, and she has an affinity for cute things. Kittens, puppies, ponies, etc. They all make her squeal excitedly.
Cadence is a compassionate, nurturing girl. She is always there to help others, and is normally really sympathetic and empathetic with anyone who is in trouble. She cares deeply for others, is also very maternal. She sees her friends as her family and will do anything to protect them even putting herself in danger. In regards to this she can be a bit rash. If she sees something threatening someone she cares for she will rush in to danger not thinking of the consequences of her actions. While she is not stupid by any means, she is very much naive when it comes to the real world. She's easily tricked, and is prone to giving anything she has to someone in need in the name of love.
Cadence is the type that wears her heart on her sleeve. It is easy to hurt her feelings, but it doesn't take much to cheer her up again. Growing up she was always told romantic bed time stories involving a damsel in distress and a knight in shining armor. As a result of this, Cadence loves love. She believes it's the best feeling in the world. She believe's everyone, no matter how much of a jerk they may be deserves love. Her beliefs have been instilled into her since young, and she's very outspoken and passionate about them. She's a hopeful romantic, and often acts flirty towards men she likes, hoping they're Mr. Right, and find that special someone so she can get her own Fairy Tale happy ending. She tends to think every guy she's with is "the one" and takes it very seriously, making her seem clingy and overly dependent. She gets easily attached to people she's grown to like, and it upsets her when the object of her affections doesn't share her feelings, and will do anything to keep them around. She also likes to help other people find love as well, and plays matchmaker for people whether they asked for it or not.
Digivice Color: Pink |
54,295 | 1,477 | 26 | 1,895 | 2,732 | Anna's Salamon smiled when Cadence mentioned it didn't seem that bad a person. "Thank you." Then, was the sounds and Cadence's words of noticing something. "I do, Anna?"
Annaliese looked around to see if she could find the source. "Umm, I think the sounds coming from right over here." She said pointing to a bush.
She stared at the bush and it then rustled. A plant looking thing stepped out. "What's that? Annaliese said as she looked to Salamon. As she did, the strangest thing happened, 'Poison Ivy'. Vines extended from the strange plants hands and whipped past Anna's face, shocking her more than anything. "Geh!" Anna said as she stumbled backwards a bit from the vines going past her face.
"That's a Palmon!" Salamon cried out as another set went for her. "That's their 'Poison Ivy' attack! Usually they're peaceful!" It hopped back and forth a few times as it dodged a few attacks, "But it's probably best to counter! 'Puppy Howling!'" Salamon howled at the Palmon and paralyzed it. "Come on, we gotta' move Anna!" It then looked to the other two, "You guys as well!" It urged them all to follow. | Name: Annaliese Kaufmann
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Partner: YukimiBotamon>Nyaromon>Salamon (without holy ring) >BlackGatomon>LadyDevimon>Minervamon
Bio: Annaliese has lived a mostly poor life. As an Orphan from birth, she spent the first of her years in an Orphanage in Berlin. Her mother, who died in childbirth due to several complications, had enough time to name her child and pass on her name. When she was about eight, she was adopted by a well-to-do family.
Despite the sounds of “well-to-do” she was mostly made to work around the house when she wasn’t schooling, like a servant. There were other servants that tried to help her as well, but after a swift talk with the Kaufmann’s that changed quickly.
Unknown to Annaliese, her adoptive parents feel that making her work around the house will build character. They don’t hate her, or at least openly admit it. Annaliese sees this otherwise, however.
Personality: At home, Annaliese is a well-mannered yet submissive girl who wouldn’t dare say anything that is out of line with her adoptive parents’ wishes. She almost never smiles. When she gets to school however, this changes drastically.
At school her personality does a 180. She speaks what she wants, when she wants. To the other students at least. Nothing that could possibly get her in trouble with her parents. This is due to the treatment she and a few other orphans received at her old school. Through ridicule and teasing, Anna developed a more aggressive personality with others that were not figures of authority, as she fears punishment.
That being said, she enjoys time outside of the home and allots just enough time for her to finish her chores at home before needing to sleep. She figures her parents believe that she is in a number of extracurriculars when she shows up home late.
Digivice Color: Black |
54,296 | 1,478 | 0 | 114 | 854 | ((Ignore)) | NAME: Alyssa Samara Chase
NICKNAME: Aly, Alz, Sam( When going by middle name))
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Straight
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: She is currently single.
YEAR: 5th year. ( If they start at 11 like hogwarts does. )
It is about nine and a quarter inches. It is made of wood and has carvings of snakes. She never knew where the carvings came from but they looked so cool to her. It's about 1.5 inches thick. This wand was said to be an ancient, from the early wizards made with a dragon's tail and a serpent's scale. (I don’t know but it rhymes)) and it was fought during the salem witch trials. She’s had this wand since her first year.
TALENT: Magical resistance and legilimency
PATRONUS: ?????
BOGGART: Aly isn’t scared of many things but is afraid of some things. She is afraid of spiders due to one morning when she was in bed. She got bit by one and had to go to the hospital and almost died that since she was allergic. Ever since then she’s been scared of spiders worried they would bite her again though that chance was very unlikely. Also, she is scared and afraid of losing or having the ones she trusted turn on her. She doesn’t act like it's true and tries her best to hide it. She has had this fear ever since her mom died/ friends.
BLOOD STATUS: She is a muggle blood. Her mom was part of the ( Eh whatever you call the place where the ministry of magic is or if there is some thing similar… Police?) police when she was shot down by one of the people. Aly was 7 when this happened. Her dad, who she lives with during the summer, is also a wizard. He owns a car shop in New York.
PET: Aly currently doesn’t have a pet of any kind yet though she does want a puppy.
APPEARANCE: She is about five feet tall and she doesn’t have any piercings. she has a couple scars but nothing very big. She has blue eyes and she has blondish-brownish hair. She is sort of small and skinnyer than she should be. She wears simple cloths most times and rarely ever would wear something fancy. She has sort of pale skin.
PERSONALITY: A troublemaker from the first time you meet her to the last. She is very curious and if she is interested in doing something, or interested in some sort of information she will be determined to find out something on it. On the contrary if she’s not interested in it she ends up being lazy, and perhaps she’ll do something like try and get someone else to do it. She tends to do this with all her work and homework and all her classes other than her favorite one, defence against the dark arts. She loves to do new and exciting events and can be quite sneaky. Other than her curiosity, her mouth can get her in trouble at times. If someone makes fun of her she will defend herself and make fun of them back. That is one thing she is almost never scared of no mater what. Along with this she says what shes thinks about something. She doesn’t tend to talk about people behind their backs, but tells them it too there face. She can be a good leader at times also at times, but she isn’t that good at motivating people at doing things. She can be very negative at times and she is really stubborn for what she believes in and refuses to change her opinions about something once she had made it. Even though a lot of this, Alloy can be a person to make a lot of jokes and have lots of fun and is a major tomboy. She refuses to wear any makeup and she also refuses to wear dresses since they're super comfortable. ((Do they have to wear uniforms in this school?)) She tends not to pay attention to a lot of things and tends to just zone out of boredom. Also she is almost always moving some part of her body and at times can be distracted sort of easily. She can also be stupid and naive at times.
PLACE OF ORIGIN: She was born in Manhattan, New York, at 5:30 am on December 21st.
HISTORY: Aly always had grown up in manhattan. She originally lived at 73 Kentucky road and has lived there all her life. It was a small duplex building on the corner of the street. It was a one story house. It had three rooms. She also has/ had one older brother. His name was Cameron and he was five years older than Aly. He decided his career based off of his mother’s in honor of her. Their mother, Carson Chase, died from an attack when aly was nine. Carson was 34 when she died. She was working for the police department. The muggles think that it was a bassare random shooting but it was a bigger cause that she died for. She died for the wizarding community fighting off someone. It isn’t exactly sure who it was who killed her and there was no information given out on this in an attempt to keep it from being viral news. Her brother found this out quite recently and told her defying the rules of the law. When her mom died Aly was left devastated and was determined to get her back no matter what the methods were. Despite what she tried her mom never came back alive. She learned for herself that it's impossible to regain someone who died. Learning this she began to push people away not wanting to ever have that feeling again. Along with this she began to ignore her dad, Wilson Chase, and went out whenever she wanted to. She would go out to the park with a couple of her friends who were older than her. These ‘friends’ invited her into her group at first. They made her feel special and seemed to be super fun but the truth was far from that. She thought that they were awesome and she just wanted to be like them at the time. This lasted a while. During this her dad was freaking out about her. He didn’t like this much at all. He would try to do everything he could to end this.
Aly found all of this out two years later, right before she had gotten her school invitation letter. Her friends were nice too her for a while and showed her a lot of cool things. They slowly taught her how to do a lot of things, most illegal. They slowly did it though to make it less obvious that it was stuff she wasn’t supposed to be doing. They were completely using her and would have her give envelopes and stuff to certain people. Aly didn’t exactly realise this stuff at all. There wasn’t anything to worry about in her mind. ‘Just don’t look at it. ‘ Was one of the only rules. She ,like a lot of other rules, broke this before but nothing happened and no one realised. There was nothing interesting to her in it though. Just a couple of plastic bags with powder inside. She didn’t seem any harm in continuing this so she did. Her dad began to give up on changing this thinking there was no way possible. He knew about the school and he hoped he would be contacted about it soon. Very very soon. She was about the age and he hoped they still would accept her. He thought that if he sent her to that school she would change this. Aly stayed with the group till one night, on friday the 1st of august. It was friday and it was the annual hang out day. They went to an old cemetery that night. It gave Aly the creeps that they went there. It was so spooky and weird. They went to one of the graves. While they were there they were all making a bunch of jokes. Nothing harmful at first, then one of them pulled out a bottle of vodka. They all laughed and began to drink it heavily. Aly seemed to be just there. It was the first time they had actually gotten drunk in front of her. She understood somewhat what they were doing because of school. There was a lesson on this in health/gym class in third grade. They didn’t go that much in depth about it though. She didn’t want any part in it though, and it seemed as if she got the exact opposite of her wish. One of them offered her a sip. She shook her head no and refused. They got mad at her and kept telling her she needed to drink it all up. She refused. One of the teens kicked her and the others joined in. They got a few kicks as Aly laid on the ground motionless screaming out and tears coming out of her eyes. After a few kicks a boy yelled out, “hey leave her alone she’s just a kid.” The teens. The teens looked at him and laughed and the man punched one of them in the face. The rest of them ran away. Aly looked up at the man. She didn't know who it was at first, but she figured out that it was her brother Cameron. She felt so sorry for everything she did. She got up even though it still hurt a lot and gave him a hug. He hugged her back and brought her home. Her and her dad made up after a long conversation… Blah blah blah etc. A while after this Aly had gotten the letter. After a lot of convincing her dad let her go to the school. ((Sorry I was getting lazy at the end.)) |
54,297 | 1,478 | 1 | 460 | 495 | The Cloak
The tall dark wizard stood high above the new york skyline amidst dark clouds and rain. His wand was held firmly in his hand as he floated across the sky, eyeing the people below like insects. One day, soon if all went well, he and his followers would rule over the mundane like gods. But first he would need to find his prodigy. Someone one day would need to take on his task, one life time simply wasn't long enough to complete such a lofty goal. With a crack he vanished from the air, leaving the storm to began raining down on the eastern metropolis.
He now stood outside the window of a distinguished looking figure. The man inside was reading a book, he didn't even notice as the dark wizard cast his spell, ensnaring his mind. For now this would do.
Oliver Rivers
Today was the day. At exactly 7:30 AM his invitation back to Riverwing would disappear back to it's home school. For the last 8 years Oliver had struggled not to miss it, only doing so one year which wasn't that big of a deal because he could apperate by then. This year was bound to be different.
5:00 Am Vaness caws at Oliver, and prods his face with her beak, waking him up. Though it is still dark out he reaches a hand up to stroke her feathers, an action that provokes another caw. "Okay, okay i'm up," He states, not making a move from underneath the lavish blankets of his bed. The crow doesn't believe him evidently, as she continues cawing and pecking him. Finally he bolts up, bright grey eyes wide open, and startling the bird. Oliver simply can't help himself with laughter as the black bird flutters around uselessly, nocking artifacts from his shelves and walls. She settles on the window finally, her feathers still ruffled.
Oliver gabs his wand, a proud blackened looking stick, and flicks it first toward the window, then around his room. The window opens. Everything is back in it's proper place in seconds. Next he found clothes to wear. Being as it is that one should always make a good first impression his parents would have him wear proper wizarding clothes. A dark cloak over blue and white, the RiverWing colors. To bad for them.
At the bottom of the stairs he looked around, no sign of the house elf. He siged with relief and strode towards the door comfortably clad in muggle attire; dark jeans and a buttoned white shirt. Of course there was the house elf, Pipkin, Shining the door knobs, again. The wrinkled creature looked up with every ounce of happiness in the world and squeaked "Ohhohhh, Master Rivers! Would you like some breakfast before you go to school! Todays an important day!" to which Oliver tried to cut in "No, shhh. Pip shut up shh". "I can wake your parents and have something together in just a few minuets, and""Pip, no pip I've got to-"."Ohhh! And I can get you some coffee too right away of course I know you love coffee in the mourn-""Pipkin!". The house elf finally stopped. "Yes Master Rivers?No need to shout.". Oliver gave The elf a serious look. Was it really worth 3 galleons a week to keep him around. Yes, but that was beside the point. "I've got to go don't tell my parents, see you after school.". With a wink he slipped past the elf and out of the house, disaperating before the door was even shut.
Oliver Rivers appeared in an alleyway near a small coffee parlor in down town New York. Okay, last day, last chance you've got, he checked his watch as he thought to himself. 5:23, 2 whole hours. He grinned it was almost perfect. It was his worst idea ever what would other people think. No but he really really really did actually for real this time have to do this. He was in so much trouble. He stepped inside the muggle coffee shop and ordered a caramel vente capachino from some chick, not the right person. He could still leave and find a someone else. Nope to late, out he came. Mathew, this summer's dream boy. He was absolutely perfect except one little thing. Mathew was an utterly unmagical, entirely muggle human being. The boy was ruining Oliver's life and they hadn't even spoken yet.
it's now or never Oliver thought as he contemplated ever different thing that could happen to go wrong if he just went up there and talked to the boy. Mathew got off at 7 and the letter would leave at 7:20 plenty of time to become friends at the absolute minimum. Except that then he'd be gone until winter break, this was an awful idea he shouldn't have come at all. Okay, that didn't matter he had to do it. With all the courage Oliver could muster he strut up to the bar and sat down,coffee still in hand, waiting for boy to notice him. It didn't take long and he came over, freckled and smiling. "Did you need something?" He asked, very politely just like he did with all the customers, one would almost think it was his job. "Um I, well" talking suddenly became a lot harder. "Could we um, I mean I'm from out of town and. Well actually could we be friends maybe, please." Oliver gave his prize winning grin. He was doing such an awful job at making an impression. "Uhm, I get off at 7 I guess. I'm Mathew by the way""Oliver". Nothing could be more perfect. This was the best plan ever. It was 5 minuets 'til 7, a beautiful morning everything was great. Oliver decided he might as well wait outside since it was so nice.
"pssst Master Rivers you need to go home, your mother wants to see you before you go to school. Also shes worried sick." oliver jumped Just around the corner was Pipkin, his great big green eyes beaming with joy as always. Oliver rushed over, pushing him deeper into the alleyway where he wouldn't be seen. "pip," he whispered in a hurried tone, "I'm meeting someone, and it's very important and you can not tell my parents.". Oliver looked at him pleading the elf. "but there are only muggles around here, Your dearest Father has ordered me to tell if you speak to muggles. You can't go around speaking to whoever you want, muggles aren't like wizard folks," The elf put a small hand on Olivers knee. "come home."
Before Oliver could protest he and the elf had appeared on the doorstep of the great big house of the Rivers. At the door stood none other than Adam Rivers, Olivers father. "What in the name of Merlin did you think you were doing boy?! Get inside." The man stood stern, scars across his face making him seem permanently angry. "yes father..." Oliver sighed slipping back inside and sitting forlorn on the couch. His parents badgered him for nearly the whole 20 minuets about how he had an appearance to keep. How Magic was fine in wizarding villages but muggle cities what was he even doing before he mentioned the time and the curtly said good bye. Other years had gone over better.
He popped into the exit hall as he had in past years and worked his way into the short line to sign in. Professor Willfrey, a wrinkled old wizard gave him a smile when checking to make sure his forms were all in order. The old teacher even started up a conversation about how Oliver's animagus work was coming along. The entire chat was boring and tedious just as the sign in process was. Finally Oliver managed to get away and up to his room, a 4th floor room with a small window. Unpacking his bag took even longer. He'd almost certainly packed too much. His small backpack had been enchanted, as everyone elses' would be, to hold much more that it looks like it aught to. It took nearly an hour to unpack his many things.
After checking in and settling his thing Oliver made his way down to the Dining hall, most students gathered here after checking in to have a hearty breakfast and catch up with their fellow classmates while the first years were shown around by the teachers. Oliver took his seat at one of the many round tables in the middle of the huge room. He was one of the first students there, having 7 years experience factored into this. There he waited for something or someone to happen. | NAME
Oliver Garent Rivers
NICKNAME
Olly or Rivers
AGE
18
GENDER
Male
SEXUALITY
Homosexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS
Not in a relationship right now
YEAR
8th
WAND
(Hawthorne, 11 inches) A long dark wand with a threstle hair core. The wand is thin and has a twisting look much like a unicorn horn as it approaches the tip, while the handle is very smooth its end being decorated with a dark jewel. Oliver will tell you that it is his grandfathers best wand. It is adept at alteration spells, one namely being the disillusionment charm.
TALENT
Oliver excels at spells that modify appearance. He is best at his disillusionment spell, which teachers have commented on being nearly perfect.
PATRONUS
Bearded Vulture
BOGGART
In his second year DADA class his boggart took the form of a werewolf standing above the corpses of his family members. Since then it has changed to be a mirror of his own crippling anxiety that no one actually likes him and that he will end up a failure and a disappointment.
BLOOD STATUS
Pureblood
PET
A crow named Vaness. She can do most things an owl can do, she can't carry as much weight. Most of the time she is hunting and occasionally will bring Oliver things she finds like lost barrettes or rusted screws.
APPEARANCE
Tall and thin Oliver stands at 6 feet tall. He tends to lean towards the person he is focusing on, usually in conversations, giving the impression of fondness and close friendship regardless of if he's known you for very long. Dark curly hair paired with bright eyes tend to give him an outward look of mischievousness, one that is not necessarily wrong.
His clothes tend to consist of dark blues and black and is more reserved and proper though he ops to wear such clothes in a distinctly purposefully disheveled way. It is not uncommon to see his in dark jean or dress pants with an untucked collared shirt and coat.
PERSONALITY
Oliver is a free spirit who enjoys lighthearted pranks, anything new or unusual, and has a strange fondness for birds. He yearns for attention of any type, and anyone who merely speaks to him he will label as a friend. He speaks his mind and generally seems very happy. With that in mind he does dislike large groups of people, and the loud that accompanies them. He takes being ignored very personally and is quick to assume peoples feelings about him. Oliver falls in and out of love a lot, though it typically doesn't go over well for him since he tends to be overbearing and has very minimal concepts of personal space.
PLACE OF ORIGIN
Born in the small Wizarding Town of RiverWing Springs, Wisconsin. The birth place of the founder of famous wizarding school RiverWing Herself.
HISTORY
Oliver was born into one of the more well know wizarding families of the east coast. He is a direct decedent of Gothell RiverWing and closer to the day Thompson Rivers, the best wand maker in New York. He is the oldest now of three, with two younger sisters. His mother was often away, busy with foreign studies. His father worked long hours as a part of the wizarding protection agency. He was part of a special group that kept werewolves vampires and other mostly-humans under check. Unfortunately he was attacked by a werewolf and left with disfiguring scars as well as being a werewolf. After this Oliver's grandmother started having them over at her and her husbands house for a week every month.
In New York things were different. Oliver's grandparents were cautious about magic even though they owned a magic shop on a magic street. For these visits Oliver would brood his time by reading or sneak out to explore the magical backstreets of New York. He didn't understand at that point in time why his grandparents got angry at him for sneaking out or why he even needed to go to their house at all and it wouldn't be until his 2nd year at RiverWing that he found out.
Back at his home in the springs he happily tested his abilities constantly by jumping off of high things or messing around by the local streams. He never missed his father or mother who always seemed to have something they needed to do.
His years so far at RiverWing has been exciting. Aside from the original joyousness of having his great great great so many times great grandmothers portrait all over the place he had a positively swell time learning about the many spells and charms of the modern day. When his younger sister joined in his 5th year he was happy to help her out with studying and navigating the school, and then again in his 7th year when his youngest sister came along. Wih his 8th year he hopes to complete his animagouse training and achieve the top ranks which will allow him into the job of his choice.
EXTRA
Oliver is studying to become an animagus, and has ambitions in joining the wizarding protection agency (wizard cops) like his father. |
54,298 | 1,478 | 2 | 2,232 | 2,604 | Finnegan Clarke
Finn had been having a rather pleasant dream before he'd rolled off his bed. He couldn't remember much about it, but he knew that it involved skydiving, pumpkin pasties, and a dog. However, the pleasantry had been cut short as he rolled off his bed, sending Walter flying from his chest. He groaned and opened his eyes to see a very angry cat staring at him. He smirked. "Oh come on Walter, relax. It's time to go home," he said with a grin before hopping up and grabbing his outfit. He quickly got dressed, into a blue and white button up with the sleeves rolled up, and some beige joggers, one of his signature looks. He smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror, impressed with his speed. He muttered a quick spell that set his hair into place before checking the clock that hung on his wall. "And with only five minutes to spare. They didn't make the last minute for nothing did they Walter?" he asked his cat, who replied with a glare. He slipped on some converse, grabbed his cat and his bags, and then grabbed his letter, waiting for the portkey to open up and take him back to school. He'd said his goodbyes to his parents last night, knowing full well that they wouldn't be awake this early.
When the portkey did finally open, it popped him into the exit hall with the rest of the students. He said his hellos and let Walter free to roam the castle before getting in the sign-in line. He finally got himself signed in with Professor Wilfrey, though he cut the conversation short with a mediocre excuse about how much he had to unpack. He quickly made his way up to his room on the third floor, where he opened up his trunk. The dark red bag that he had brought with him was nearly bottomless, and his first year he'd lost three outfits in it. He still hadn't found them. Luckily one of his friends later taught him a charm to get everything out and sorted on it's own, one that he quickly cast. His clothes floated out and hung themselves in his closet as he looked out the window and out at the grounds.
When everything was put away he ran down to the dining hall, taking the steps two at a time. Merlin it is great to be back he thought as he strolled into the dining hall, scanning the room for a place to sit. He spotted Oliver, an upperclassman that he'd come to be friends with and made his way over before taking a seat across from the older wizard. "Oliver Rivers, how the hell are you?" he asked with a smirk. | NAME
Finnegan Alexander Clarke
NICKNAME
Finn
AGE
16
GENDER
Male
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS
Single
YEAR
6th
WAND
(Birch,9 3/4) A light colored wand with a dragon heart string core, Finn's wand has a small sphere at the end near where Finn grips the wand. The rest of the wand has three gold bands that are spaced evenly apart.
TALENT
Finn is particularly skilled with offensive magic, many teachers having commented on the strength of his stunning spell, which once sent another student flying back into a tree.
PATRONUS
Fox
BOGGART
Finn's boggart has always had a constant appearance. It takes the form of himself, trying and failing to cast a spell, before being dragged away by his professors, presumably back to the muggle world.
BLOOD STATUS
Muggle-Born
PET
Finn has a pet cat named Walter that he's had since his second year at Riverwing. The cat is often found roaming the castle grounds, or in Finn's room.
APPEARANCE
Finn's eye's are a dark grey, the color of storm clouds. Some people say that he has eyes older than the rest of him. The eyes make him look a bit intense, though he's the exact opposite. His dark blonde hair is always done in a quiff style, the result of a spell that one of his friends taught him. His clothing is rather consistent. He's always in a pair of black converse, and can generally be found in a flannel, or a hoodie of some sort, with some joggers acting as pants. Most of his clothes are blue, grey, white, or red, with the occasional black.
PERSONALITY
Finn is a bit of a teacher's pet. When he arrived at Riverwing he was already an oddity due to his parentage, and he figured that he might as well just focus on his studies. By the end of the year he'd become much more popular but he was also a favorite of the teachers. He's got a sarcastic sense of humor but is also very intelligent. He's an avid wizard chess player. If he's not practicing spells in his room he can probably found hanging out with his friends, reading up on anything magical, or tutoring some first years. His biggest pet peeves are morons, a product of the feeling that he doesn't belong because of his blood status even though he is towards the top of his class, as well as being bossed around, and failing.
PLACE OF ORIGIN
Finn is from a small town in California, called Granite Cove.
HISTORY
From an early age, everyone had said that Finnegan Clarke was different. Tables would shake when he got angry, lights would suddenly turn on, and he seemed to be able to understand the cat's meows. As he grew older he found that these things continued to happen to him, often at the worst of times. The school bully once found himself with a face full of burger that Finn swears up and down he didn't throw at him. These actions deterred most kids, but Finn found that a few still thought he was cool, and so he was never lonely.
Finn's parents, both of who are artists, always just assumed that Finn was plagued with strange coincidences, until they were visited by a Riverwing professor, who told them that Finn was in fact a wizard. Finn was ecstatic about the news, and studied up on the magical world all up until his first day. Unbeknownst to him, his muggle heritage was not something to be proud of, and for the first few weeks he found himself being watched by his fellow classmates constantly as he walked the halls. By the third week however, he'd been victorious in his classes very first dueling tournament. That scored him his way in, and from then on he's been one of the more popular 6th years at Riverwing.
EXTRA
If you need a co-GM I'd be happy to do it, assuming nobody else wants to do it more. |
54,299 | 1,478 | 3 | 2,418 | 2,130 | (also for some reason I can't get it to center...don't know why it isn't working >_<)
Melanie Stryder
"Melanie, if you don't get up now, by Merlin I'll make you walk there!" The sixteen year old groaned loudly as her mother's shout roused her, and rolled out of bed unceremoniously to comb lazily through her hair and gather together the last few of her things that she hadn't packed the night before.
"Kindle, c'mon!" she called out to her pet, who had been patiently waiting wrapped around her bed post. Grabbing her charmed bag which now contained all of her books and possessions, and slid down the bannister (much to the dismay of their house elf, Peony, who had just finished polishing it)
Melanie called out a hasty apology to the little wrinkled elf, skidding to a stop in the kitchen where her mother had laid the portkey letter on the dining table.
"I'm here, I'm here!" she puffed, checking the time on the wall. 7:28, just in time. Rolling her eyes at her daughter, Mel's mother quickly exchanged a goodbye with her. She hadn't accompanied her daughter to RiverWing since her third year, but then again it wasn't really needed.
"Alright, stay out of trouble, young lady. I don't want to hear anything about you getting up to things you shouldn't."
"Oh please, mother." Mel scoffed, "Nobody's complained about Kindle yet, she always behaves and stays out of sight in class anyway." With a final wave, she seized the letter as the portkey activated and steadied herself as it apparated her into the exit hall.
Slipping around a group of nervous looking pre-teens (must have been the new first years), she got into the sign in line and greeted a couple of the other students she recognised as being in her year. When it came to her turn to sign in she beamed at Professor Willfrey and greeted him politely, though didn't stick around too long-making an excuse that the line was awfully long and she wouldn't want to stall the others.
With a few nods to the other students as she passed them, she quickly made her way to the 3rd floor dorm and to her room. With a flick of her wand, she cast the unpacking charm her mother had taught her last year (it made unpacking a lot easier-and quicker!)
"Alright Kindle, pocket." she instructed the snake softly in Parseltongue. Nodding her head in understanding, the corn snake slid into Melanie's robe pocket where she would be out of sight of the teachers and other students, and Mel made her way down to the dining hall to join the rest of the school for breakfast. | NAME
Jonathan Leon Conrad
NICKNAME
Lee, Johnny
AGE
18
GENDER
male
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS
single
YEAR
8th
WAND
(12.5' yew) A very dark colored wand with a dragon heartstring core, Johnny's wand has a grip at the base with etched in carvings. The rest of the wand is pretty basic with a black finish
TALENT
Johnny excels in hexes and curses. His teachers have both praised him about this and warned him about the dangers of it
PATRONUS
BOGGART
His fear is and always has manifested itself as the ocean
BLOOD STATUS
Pureblood
PET
Johnny has a pet husky, who unlike him is very friendly towards strangers, but don't let its kindness fool you, as it is just as likely to treat you like a chew toy as it is to lick you. It is usually seen walking with him in the mornings before class
APPEARANCE
Johnny's eyes are a very dark brown, so staring into them is almost like staring at a black cup of coffee. This description is almost fitting for his personality, as he tends to have a very bland look on his face. While his natural hair color is brown, he shows a bit of a rebellious side by bleaching his hair and mixing it with his natural color. His hairstyle is a bit on the shaggy side and he keeps it at neck length. His choice of clothing is very plain in nature, as he can normally be seen wearing a black long sleeved shirt with designs on the sleeves and wears a pair of blue jeans. As far as jewelry is concerned, he wears two necklaces and a ring.
PERSONALITY
Johnny is a very solitary person and prefers to stay to himself, so when it comes to friends, he keeps his inner circle very exclusive. The best word to use in order to describe him is a loner, as he is one by nature. Upon first meeting him, if you are someone he is not comfortable with, he can come off as very cold and standoffish. Until he gets used to a person, he will not talk much around new people unless he has something important to say. If a person does become part of his inner circle, they can expect to be treated like it, as he takes care of his friends, even if he does not always show it. Unfortunately he has those days where he just needs time to himself, so no one should take it personally if does not seem responsive. Johnny likes being alone, reading (especially comic books), and studying. He hates meeting new people, not getting some time to himself, and ignorance.
PLACE OF ORIGIN
Sidney, Australia but moved to Winter park, Florida
HISTORY
Johnny is the youngest son of two very well known aurors and members of ravenclaw at Hogwarts, at least around the ministry of magic, as well as the third child of two sisters. Because he comes from a family of Aurors, he learned many things such as stealth, secrecy, concealment, and Disguise. Both of his parents were purebloods who went deep undercover in Australia to track a few dark wizards hiding out. They eventually stayed there after the job was done and settled down to raise a family. Johnny and his two sisters stayed there until he was six when his parents decided to move back to the U.S. in order for for their kids to attend Riverwing.
His two sisters graduated with honors from Riverwing and joined the ministry of magic. One became a part of the Department of regulation and control of magical creatures, while the other went on to become an auror in the ministry of magic. He got his acceptance letter to Riverwood at the ripe old age of eleven and took to studying hexes and jinxes in the defense against the dark arts classes. He is not the best at transfigurations, herbology, or potions.
EXTRA
He had an australian accent when he was younger, which he has taken classes to get rid of, however from time to time you can still hear it if you listen closely |
54,300 | 1,478 | 4 | 114 | 854 | Alyssa Samara Chase
'Ring, ring, ring!' Alyssa's alarm boomed in her hear causing her to shoot awake. She quickly eyed the small alarm clock that was beside her bed and huffed. '6:15' It read. She was still half asleep from last night. She stayed up almost all night doing her summer homework that she had procrastinated till then. She stood up, stretching, and looked at her disaster of her room. There was no way she was going to make it out of that house with her it looking like that and she also had to pack all of her stuff out.Of course it was an a move only she could make to be completely unprepared. She flipped the light on and began to clean. Most of it was just stuffing the objects under her bed, and also putting a lot of things in the closet. She didn't bother much on the neat factor, at all. It didn't seem very nessesary. She finished up as she kicked the last thing under the ground. She checked the time once more as she finished. She could not afford to be late at all. '6:30.' It read. 'Good I have about an hour she thought to herself. She rolled her suitcase out to the center of the floor and began depositing her belongings into the bag. She finished up and zipped it all up and changed into a white tank top and a blue checkered throw over sweater and a pair of jeans. Sure it wasn't the school dress code but it was only the first day and it was in the schools colors. She brushed out her hair and left it down not bothering to do anything with it.
She finished up with this when her dad knocked on her door. "Hey!" He called out.
Aly sighed as she told him, " Come in." She eyed the time once more. She had about twenty minutes left till the portal key opened up. She was know completely ready and couldn't wait to go. All she had to do is say bye to her brother and her dad.
The door creaked open as her dad entered the room along with her brother. Aly looked at them as she waved a bit." Hey!" She said.
Her dad went over to her and gave her a big hug and her brother joined in as he gave her a hug also. The hug ended sort of quickly and went back to conversation. " So your leaving soon?" He asked.
"Yea in a few." She responded.
He nodded. " Remember don't get in trouble and-" He began but was interrupted.
"Don't fall into the wrong croud. Yea, yea I know dad." Aly said.
He smiled a bit as he pushed a piece of Alys hair back and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Good. I got to go to work. Have fun at school. Remember to contact me!"
Aly laughed a bit as she laughed. "I will!" She said.
Her dad smiled."I love you pumpkin." He told her as he walked out of the room.
Aly nodded as she looked at her wizard brother. " Be careful and no messing around. Stay indoors there's a new villion around town."He warned.
"I'll be fine."She reassured him.
He shook his head." Promise me." He demanded.
"Okay I promise!" She said.
He handed her the letter that he had been holding for her. Aly grabbed it and gave him a hug. "I believe its time." He said.
Aly nodded. "Bye." She said as she opened it.
Next thing she knew she was at the exit hall where it had led her. She waited in line with her suitcase behind her. After a few minutes she signed up and entered into the school. She headed to her dorm. She entered and looked at the empty beds. The one she usually had was still open. 'Yes!' She thought to herself. She went over to the bed at the far corner of the door and next to the window. She placed her bag onto the bed saving it. She knew she should unpack her stuff but she honestly didn't feel like doing so at the moment. Instead she went downstairs to the cafeteria and sat down in one of the seats. | NAME: Alyssa Samara Chase
NICKNAME: Aly, Alz, Sam( When going by middle name))
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Straight
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: She is currently single.
YEAR: 5th year. ( If they start at 11 like hogwarts does. )
It is about nine and a quarter inches. It is made of wood and has carvings of snakes. She never knew where the carvings came from but they looked so cool to her. It's about 1.5 inches thick. This wand was said to be an ancient, from the early wizards made with a dragon's tail and a serpent's scale. (I don’t know but it rhymes)) and it was fought during the salem witch trials. She’s had this wand since her first year.
TALENT: Magical resistance and legilimency
PATRONUS: ?????
BOGGART: Aly isn’t scared of many things but is afraid of some things. She is afraid of spiders due to one morning when she was in bed. She got bit by one and had to go to the hospital and almost died that since she was allergic. Ever since then she’s been scared of spiders worried they would bite her again though that chance was very unlikely. Also, she is scared and afraid of losing or having the ones she trusted turn on her. She doesn’t act like it's true and tries her best to hide it. She has had this fear ever since her mom died/ friends.
BLOOD STATUS: She is a muggle blood. Her mom was part of the ( Eh whatever you call the place where the ministry of magic is or if there is some thing similar… Police?) police when she was shot down by one of the people. Aly was 7 when this happened. Her dad, who she lives with during the summer, is also a wizard. He owns a car shop in New York.
PET: Aly currently doesn’t have a pet of any kind yet though she does want a puppy.
APPEARANCE: She is about five feet tall and she doesn’t have any piercings. she has a couple scars but nothing very big. She has blue eyes and she has blondish-brownish hair. She is sort of small and skinnyer than she should be. She wears simple cloths most times and rarely ever would wear something fancy. She has sort of pale skin.
PERSONALITY: A troublemaker from the first time you meet her to the last. She is very curious and if she is interested in doing something, or interested in some sort of information she will be determined to find out something on it. On the contrary if she’s not interested in it she ends up being lazy, and perhaps she’ll do something like try and get someone else to do it. She tends to do this with all her work and homework and all her classes other than her favorite one, defence against the dark arts. She loves to do new and exciting events and can be quite sneaky. Other than her curiosity, her mouth can get her in trouble at times. If someone makes fun of her she will defend herself and make fun of them back. That is one thing she is almost never scared of no mater what. Along with this she says what shes thinks about something. She doesn’t tend to talk about people behind their backs, but tells them it too there face. She can be a good leader at times also at times, but she isn’t that good at motivating people at doing things. She can be very negative at times and she is really stubborn for what she believes in and refuses to change her opinions about something once she had made it. Even though a lot of this, Alloy can be a person to make a lot of jokes and have lots of fun and is a major tomboy. She refuses to wear any makeup and she also refuses to wear dresses since they're super comfortable. ((Do they have to wear uniforms in this school?)) She tends not to pay attention to a lot of things and tends to just zone out of boredom. Also she is almost always moving some part of her body and at times can be distracted sort of easily. She can also be stupid and naive at times.
PLACE OF ORIGIN: She was born in Manhattan, New York, at 5:30 am on December 21st.
HISTORY: Aly always had grown up in manhattan. She originally lived at 73 Kentucky road and has lived there all her life. It was a small duplex building on the corner of the street. It was a one story house. It had three rooms. She also has/ had one older brother. His name was Cameron and he was five years older than Aly. He decided his career based off of his mother’s in honor of her. Their mother, Carson Chase, died from an attack when aly was nine. Carson was 34 when she died. She was working for the police department. The muggles think that it was a bassare random shooting but it was a bigger cause that she died for. She died for the wizarding community fighting off someone. It isn’t exactly sure who it was who killed her and there was no information given out on this in an attempt to keep it from being viral news. Her brother found this out quite recently and told her defying the rules of the law. When her mom died Aly was left devastated and was determined to get her back no matter what the methods were. Despite what she tried her mom never came back alive. She learned for herself that it's impossible to regain someone who died. Learning this she began to push people away not wanting to ever have that feeling again. Along with this she began to ignore her dad, Wilson Chase, and went out whenever she wanted to. She would go out to the park with a couple of her friends who were older than her. These ‘friends’ invited her into her group at first. They made her feel special and seemed to be super fun but the truth was far from that. She thought that they were awesome and she just wanted to be like them at the time. This lasted a while. During this her dad was freaking out about her. He didn’t like this much at all. He would try to do everything he could to end this.
Aly found all of this out two years later, right before she had gotten her school invitation letter. Her friends were nice too her for a while and showed her a lot of cool things. They slowly taught her how to do a lot of things, most illegal. They slowly did it though to make it less obvious that it was stuff she wasn’t supposed to be doing. They were completely using her and would have her give envelopes and stuff to certain people. Aly didn’t exactly realise this stuff at all. There wasn’t anything to worry about in her mind. ‘Just don’t look at it. ‘ Was one of the only rules. She ,like a lot of other rules, broke this before but nothing happened and no one realised. There was nothing interesting to her in it though. Just a couple of plastic bags with powder inside. She didn’t seem any harm in continuing this so she did. Her dad began to give up on changing this thinking there was no way possible. He knew about the school and he hoped he would be contacted about it soon. Very very soon. She was about the age and he hoped they still would accept her. He thought that if he sent her to that school she would change this. Aly stayed with the group till one night, on friday the 1st of august. It was friday and it was the annual hang out day. They went to an old cemetery that night. It gave Aly the creeps that they went there. It was so spooky and weird. They went to one of the graves. While they were there they were all making a bunch of jokes. Nothing harmful at first, then one of them pulled out a bottle of vodka. They all laughed and began to drink it heavily. Aly seemed to be just there. It was the first time they had actually gotten drunk in front of her. She understood somewhat what they were doing because of school. There was a lesson on this in health/gym class in third grade. They didn’t go that much in depth about it though. She didn’t want any part in it though, and it seemed as if she got the exact opposite of her wish. One of them offered her a sip. She shook her head no and refused. They got mad at her and kept telling her she needed to drink it all up. She refused. One of the teens kicked her and the others joined in. They got a few kicks as Aly laid on the ground motionless screaming out and tears coming out of her eyes. After a few kicks a boy yelled out, “hey leave her alone she’s just a kid.” The teens. The teens looked at him and laughed and the man punched one of them in the face. The rest of them ran away. Aly looked up at the man. She didn't know who it was at first, but she figured out that it was her brother Cameron. She felt so sorry for everything she did. She got up even though it still hurt a lot and gave him a hug. He hugged her back and brought her home. Her and her dad made up after a long conversation… Blah blah blah etc. A while after this Aly had gotten the letter. After a lot of convincing her dad let her go to the school. ((Sorry I was getting lazy at the end.)) |
54,301 | 1,478 | 5 | 460 | 495 | Oliver Rivers
Oliver looked about the great room, spotting The 6th year before he even sat down. The boy was one of the many people Oliver knew at the school. A fine person to pull pranks with, less so to pull pranks on. The under classmate greeted him as a friend, so Oliver replied with all the morning grace sought after from a prodigy. "Finn!! I'm great, my parents gave me the ol' talk just before i came actually, it was the best moment of my entire summer!" The sarcasm dripped from his voice making it obvious that his parents had done something possibly offensive earlier that morning.
It wasn't so much that he actually felt like talking about what had occurred earlier, nobody needed to hear about his personal life, especially not people who still liked him. Oliver thought perhaps changing the topic might help. "What about you, and your summer. How was it? Did you perchance know about muggle coffee? They make it themselves with like grindy things or something is that outside of new york or a localized delicacy?" The first part resignated as sincere but as most things with Oliver are the rest was more difficult to tell. Oliver had always been a bit of a joker as a fall back for his more serious side. In all honesty it was hard to tell if he truly didn't understand muggle society or if he was only kidding around. | NAME
Oliver Garent Rivers
NICKNAME
Olly or Rivers
AGE
18
GENDER
Male
SEXUALITY
Homosexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS
Not in a relationship right now
YEAR
8th
WAND
(Hawthorne, 11 inches) A long dark wand with a threstle hair core. The wand is thin and has a twisting look much like a unicorn horn as it approaches the tip, while the handle is very smooth its end being decorated with a dark jewel. Oliver will tell you that it is his grandfathers best wand. It is adept at alteration spells, one namely being the disillusionment charm.
TALENT
Oliver excels at spells that modify appearance. He is best at his disillusionment spell, which teachers have commented on being nearly perfect.
PATRONUS
Bearded Vulture
BOGGART
In his second year DADA class his boggart took the form of a werewolf standing above the corpses of his family members. Since then it has changed to be a mirror of his own crippling anxiety that no one actually likes him and that he will end up a failure and a disappointment.
BLOOD STATUS
Pureblood
PET
A crow named Vaness. She can do most things an owl can do, she can't carry as much weight. Most of the time she is hunting and occasionally will bring Oliver things she finds like lost barrettes or rusted screws.
APPEARANCE
Tall and thin Oliver stands at 6 feet tall. He tends to lean towards the person he is focusing on, usually in conversations, giving the impression of fondness and close friendship regardless of if he's known you for very long. Dark curly hair paired with bright eyes tend to give him an outward look of mischievousness, one that is not necessarily wrong.
His clothes tend to consist of dark blues and black and is more reserved and proper though he ops to wear such clothes in a distinctly purposefully disheveled way. It is not uncommon to see his in dark jean or dress pants with an untucked collared shirt and coat.
PERSONALITY
Oliver is a free spirit who enjoys lighthearted pranks, anything new or unusual, and has a strange fondness for birds. He yearns for attention of any type, and anyone who merely speaks to him he will label as a friend. He speaks his mind and generally seems very happy. With that in mind he does dislike large groups of people, and the loud that accompanies them. He takes being ignored very personally and is quick to assume peoples feelings about him. Oliver falls in and out of love a lot, though it typically doesn't go over well for him since he tends to be overbearing and has very minimal concepts of personal space.
PLACE OF ORIGIN
Born in the small Wizarding Town of RiverWing Springs, Wisconsin. The birth place of the founder of famous wizarding school RiverWing Herself.
HISTORY
Oliver was born into one of the more well know wizarding families of the east coast. He is a direct decedent of Gothell RiverWing and closer to the day Thompson Rivers, the best wand maker in New York. He is the oldest now of three, with two younger sisters. His mother was often away, busy with foreign studies. His father worked long hours as a part of the wizarding protection agency. He was part of a special group that kept werewolves vampires and other mostly-humans under check. Unfortunately he was attacked by a werewolf and left with disfiguring scars as well as being a werewolf. After this Oliver's grandmother started having them over at her and her husbands house for a week every month.
In New York things were different. Oliver's grandparents were cautious about magic even though they owned a magic shop on a magic street. For these visits Oliver would brood his time by reading or sneak out to explore the magical backstreets of New York. He didn't understand at that point in time why his grandparents got angry at him for sneaking out or why he even needed to go to their house at all and it wouldn't be until his 2nd year at RiverWing that he found out.
Back at his home in the springs he happily tested his abilities constantly by jumping off of high things or messing around by the local streams. He never missed his father or mother who always seemed to have something they needed to do.
His years so far at RiverWing has been exciting. Aside from the original joyousness of having his great great great so many times great grandmothers portrait all over the place he had a positively swell time learning about the many spells and charms of the modern day. When his younger sister joined in his 5th year he was happy to help her out with studying and navigating the school, and then again in his 7th year when his youngest sister came along. Wih his 8th year he hopes to complete his animagouse training and achieve the top ranks which will allow him into the job of his choice.
EXTRA
Oliver is studying to become an animagus, and has ambitions in joining the wizarding protection agency (wizard cops) like his father. |
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