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@Lucius Cypher

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Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

@Apokalipse

You still looking for another person to enter in here? I'd definitely be interested if you'll have me.

Let me know ^^

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Whoops, amiright?

Lang Monyethabeng

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N A M E:

Lang Emmanuel Monyethabeng

N I C K N A M E:

Cash, from the very common misspelling of his last name, Money. Once so egregious as Moneythabank.

G E N D E R:

Male

A G E:

September 9th 1999

B L O O D S T A T U S:

Muggle-Born

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Lang lives by the philosophy that if you don’t care how you look, while maintaining a certain level of confidence, no one else will either. He shaves his hair into a buzz cut or slightly longer yet certainly still short. He carries himself with a respectful yet incredibly confident air, not doubting himself much at all – even when it’d perhaps be healthy to do so. Lang carries a slight southern drawl originating from Corpus Christi Texas, even though he was born in Johannesburg and didn’t move until he was five. He has certainly taken to many American traditions however, big meals, beautiful cars, and magic of course. Lang tends to wear a decent amount of clothing, often sporting a buttoned flannel jacket, an undershirt, and potentially a fall jacket should the weather call for it. Though he is also no stranger to the tank and shorts combination if he can find a beach.

The young man has a rather welcoming smile and a friendly way about him, often times making sure everyone is involved in a certain activity. He stands around six feet four inches and has quite a bit of bulk on him. He eats a very high protein diet and is constantly working out. That is, when he isn’t consumed by his studies. He sports near-permanent bags under his eyes do to his constant late nights, but it isn’t all that surprising for a Warren student. He also seems to have a grim expression whenever someone suggests going drunk, though it is fleeting and ever so brief.

He has piercing blue eyes that betrays his all brawn and no brains appearance. They evaluate everything around him and often feel somewhat invasive. Though his kind and relaxed facial features do alleviate some of this, thankfully. Overall, Lang looks like a nice guy, but the longer you look the longer the spool of yarn seems to travel into the dark.

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H O U S E:

Warren.

Y E A R:

6

E L E C T I V E S:

Alchemy Apparition, and Arithmancy

B E S T C L A S S:

Charms

W O R S T C L A S S:

History of Magic

C L U B S:

Quidditch – Warren Team Captain
Charms Club

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W A N D:

A thick fir wand roughly eighteen inches long, highly inflexible sporting a dragon heartstring core.
_{The wand of a survivor. Some may say. The true question at that juncture would be to ask what is he surviving? He believes the answer is his father. One who knows him better than he does would say himself. A powerful, rigid, intimidating yet temperamental, easily mistaken. It is Lang’s wand, undoubtedly.}

P A T R O N U S:

Springbok.
_{Active towards the dawn and dusk of any given day, the Springbok is a patronus of those who take advantage of their surroundings. Finding that fast friends are a defense best used as a first line, they surround themselves with others. Be wary, a Springbok is still a horned animal, they say when there is horns they will be locked eventually.}

B O G G A R T:

The boggart appears as Lang’s father, though his face is non-existent. It refuses to respond to him and highlights Lang’s fear of being left. Mainly of abandonment.

F A M I L I A R:

Lang first picked up Nixon when he found him alone as a pup. He was wandering the streets of Corpus and suddenly a small spotted puppy started to begin digging on his boot. Nixon refused to leave Lang alone, following him all the way back to his apartment. It was rather extrodinary really, the small animal had already learned the ins and outs of his apartment building by the time Lang accepted that he now owned a dalmation. He is loyal, kind and does not know his own size. Often laying down on a sleeping Lang even though he is almost as big as him.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y:

Lang is as self-destructive as they come. Outwardly, he wants to be your friend and he seems like he’s got it all together. He has strong opinions on almost every topic and indeed has been known to have a boisterous mood most of the time. It is when he is alone that he changes. It starts small, a few drinks when he gets home, some studying, fatalistic comments about his father, about him, how bad could he have been that his father had to leave? A few more drinks, did his father know he was a wizard? Would he care? A few more drinks. Hopefully at this point he passes out.

Lang when he is with people is nice, but in a distant way. He compliments you on your performance on the field and is off before you can respond. He’ll be the first to pat you on the back if you need it, but you won’t reach him later that day when you send him a message. Even on a good day where you catch him eating, perhaps sit down with him, he has become all too experienced in dodging questions and using those questions to ask you something instead. It is a façade that has worked, but surely someone has noticed at this point. His smile hands a little too low to be believed one hundred percent of the time. That much is certain.

R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S:

Lang has never had a significant other in any meaningful way. He has hooked up with a few girls, but they made the first move and he was simply too shell shocked to say anything about it. The level of trust it would take for Lang to ask someone out would be rather incredible, certainly at this point that sort of relationship doesn’t exist in his world. He’s fine with that for the time being. Though he does possess a sort of lonely gaze about him.

L I K E S:

• The feeling you get when you know you’ve got nothing left on your plate.
• Nature, biomes and weather specifically interest him, hence soul-searching in the Arctic.
• Feeling wanted. To an unhealthy extreme unfortunately.
• Zuko, little dude is his goddam life sometimes.
• Warm foods and drinks, stew is his favourite along with coffee which he orders Double-double.
• Staying in, sitting by the fire, putting his feet up.
• Magic, it should go unsaid, but he enjoys the study of magic to a somewhat unhealthy and perhaps unsettling degree. It fascinates him like nothing else.

D I S L I K E S:

• People who lie to him, his forgiveness is rather small.
• The idea of traditional masculinity, he doesn’t get mad when a guy has to lift, he does too, but he does get upset at the assertion that knowledge is somehow not masculine.
• Video Games, he’s never been a huge fan. Though he has played them when he is ill and cannot leave the house.
• His father, ‘nuff said.
• Underestimation, he thinks it is one of the most pitiful mistakes one can make.
• History, he may be intelligent and enthralled by knowledge of Magic, but he is a much more ‘in the now’ kind of learner.
• Theatre of the Absurd, he has dabbled in playwriting and has seen his fair share of theatre. Theatre of the absurd is just terrible for him however.

H O B B I E S:

• Hiking
• Cramming
• Drinking
• Quidditch (Spectating/Playing/Practicing)

F E A R S:

• Abandonment
• Love
• Himself

B A C K G R O U N D:

Lang is largely incapable of acting past the front he displays for most people and as such has a hard time both relating to people and garnering more than skin deep affection from someone. He has few friends even as the captain of the Quidditch team and head boy for Warren. Two positions that force him to interact with his peers. Unfortunately he finds that to be largely impossible and instead spends most of his time simply encouraging others, laughing at their jokes, and avoiding questions and invitations. This all can be traced back to when Lang’s father left him at the age of five and his mother moved them to Corpus Christi. Because of this he has feared letting people in, he fears that if he does he will make them leave like he believes he made his father leave.

It is such a fatalistic view that he once convinced an entire eighth grade class that he had appendicitis, when asked to see the scar, he made one. He got seventeen get well cards from that incident that he keeps on him at all times, in a small box underneath his bed. He takes them out and reads them one by one whenever he gets truly down on himself. Magic is a serious out though, being born to two humans it was entirely a chance encounter Lang had with the world with magic but now that he has been attending Salem for six years he has grown somewhat used to it.

It has caused him to dull once more. That is why he has taken on so many extra responsibilities like Captain of the Quidditch team and Head male at Warren. He is anxious to see if he can forge bonds that will last him any time this year. But he’s incredibly doubtful.

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@Silvan Haven, @Crimmy, @Plank Sinatra, @HereComesTheSnow

He put a spell on me

"Well I-" He took control, oredered me a steak. Chateaubriand. Did he know of what that truly meant? The famous surge of romanticism in Mistral brought on by none other than Fracois-Rene de Chatenaubriand. He must know.

He does know.

Bianca smiled at the band who had been playing with her, she had simply been performing a little freestyle jazz before, now it was time to kick it up a notch.

"La Thèse de L'Ange Cruel?" She asked, they nodded, she grinned.

Her fingers flew accross the piano and her glee was undeniable. "Yeah I just got on a few minutes ago." She said just loud enough to be heard by Jer. "How long have you been on the boat?" She asked looking at him while still keeping her rhythm perfectly, making sure to hit every note just so.

She couldn't help but glance on Jer. He was cute, handsome really. Built to last, if she had to guess he was either from Vacuo or Atlas. All the boys from Vale had a certain protagonist feel to them, Jer felt more like a deteuragonist or perhaps... A love interest? Yeah, that was it. Captain Atlas would defintiely sleep with Jer.

"I suppose you're used to a girl being this happy, but honestly this is new for me." She said with a small smile, she wasn't sure if Jer would be able to catch all that as some more people had begun to crowd around the piano coming from the pool. They opened the glass doors leading to the pool so that everyone could hear the miniature concert Bianca and the band were putting on. This was magical.

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So I don't suppose anyone has any ideas for a new contest?

Starkissed

Location: Headed to Xena's Makeout Spot || Making a Rune || Mood: In tune with the world

Mention of:
Xena @HowlsOfWinter

Skills

• Magical Awareness - Survival Fæla is incredibly aware of magical beings and the tracks they may leave. Easily able to track the arcane like a hunter may track a wild animal. She, of course cannot hunt wild animals as she is no-hunter. But she will easily recognize signs of arcane or magical creatures.
• Walking Stick - Combat Fæla uses a walking stick, which most would consider rather odd for a 21 year old girl. She typically uses a walking stick as a canvas for runes, but past that she uses it for combat similar to fighting with a staff. The walking stick has a certain heft to that easily allows her to deliver a strong concussive force to limbs or the head, easily incapacitating someone. It has a certain amount of surprise, however clashing with an edged weapon is obviously a horrible idea. But a normal steel that isn’t edged wouldn’t completely destroy the walking stick. The one she currently has is oaken.
• Shaman - General Fæla may not know much about magic in the way that someone could learn history. But she knows it like she knows how to breathe. She has garnered an innate understanding that X will lead to Y as far as magic is concerned and her intuition when based on Magic is often times incredibly accurate, even if she can't adequately explain her thinking. This is primarily due to her interaction with magic first hand and prolonged exposure to it.

• Awe-Inspiring – General While Fæla doesn’t show it off much, she is actually an incredible public speaker. She can speak to groups rather well due to the systematic and calculating way in which she observers conversation and human emotion.
• Arcanist – General/Combat
  Long explanation

  When a rune is created, it is bound to your character's magic. The basic jist of this is that, once placed, the effectiveness is taken from your character's state and dedication to the magic - e.g. how long she spent forming the rune, any rare reagents she gathered to imbue it with, what her concerntration is like at key points in time, her lifeforce)
  
  What this means: A rune you've flung together in one post isn't going to last as long or be as powerful as one you carefully created over weeks, travelled to the four corners of the realm to gather rare reagents for, and then got five people for 24 hours to cast together after fasting for a week and doing purification rituals. So, this means you can, as a player, invest the amount of time, effort and danger into a rune based on your situation. Helping a farmer's ewe give birth safely? probably not going to need more then a paragraph. Preparing for the final end RP battle? you can start preparing for it in advance, and decide what amount of danger you're willing to put your character in to do it. Anyway, next point.
  
  Just as someone would get tired from battling, climbing, running, swimming, ect. and become worse at something, so are runes tied to a character's mental fatigue. While it is possible for a rune to decay (e.g. if you leave it alone for a month and come back, it has a high chance to be less potent then before) what I am more interested in is mental fatigue while actively using the rune. e.g. if you placed a warding rune around your camp at night, it would be considered active while it is working. Whereas if you placed a warding rune and then dismantled your camp and decided to camp elsewhere, that rune is dormant if you're not using it, therefore not taking energy to sustain. Kind of like an off/on switch - if the rune is "on", then it's taking some energy to maintain.
  
  Fatigue depends on a few things - a hastily thrown together rune is less resource-efficient then one carefully thought about. Similarly, a powerful rune takes more to maintain then a simple one.
  
  So here are a few example situations - if you're using a combat rune in the heat of battle, and your opponent nearly slits your throat, breaking your concentration for the moment, your runes are less effective for the time it takes for you to get your head back in the game.
  
  Another example - say you were nearly dying in a cave somewhere after being ravaged by wolves, and had a ward rune up. Normally in this situation, the rune would soon fail and you would be set upon by the wolves. However, if you character was dedicating the last of all their mental effort sustaining the rune while they awaited rescue, that's a very different take on the situation.
  
  As for their effect, you can imbue a rune with a property (e.g. defensive, offensive, nature fertility, luck, ect) with some properties being more difficult then others (e.g. luck being harder). They work over an area of effect (larger areas taking more mental resources) and last a period of time, their effectiveness decreasing over time unless Faela does regular maintenance on them (which is easier/cheaper then making a rune from scratch, but still requires some effort and sometimes resources depending on the nature of the rune) Since every rune will basically be unique they'll each have their own roll tables based on how they were setup, Faela's situation ect. and because of this they are in some ways a chaotic form of magic, their use never always being exactly what you expect. But their reliability increases with effort used to create them.

Fæla tapped her stick on a log in front of her, testing it to see if it would stay where it was. It did, with some interest in her step and a smile on her lips she crossed the log while humming a tune. It was in nature where shew as happiest after all. Fæla was following the trail Xena usually took to see her beloved, she didn’t want to interrupt and she certainly didn’t want to walk in on anything, but she had missed Xena after the most recent tribe meeting and wanted to touch base with her before they made their way into the center of the valley. She carefully made her way through the forest, it was a little difficult to see and thought for a moment in regards to what she could do.

She decided a light rune would be in her best interest, just a small floating orb of light, like a bigger firebug. One to light the way for about a half an hour.

She breathed calmly, inwardly waiting to feel it. She began to channel her magic into the tips of her fingers, it was always helpful to channel it in to an extremity. With that magic she took one step forward, feeling the mana of the forest offer up resistance, she could feel the mana like walking into a sea. She simply took one step backwards and began to draw in the air. It was a tight formation, imagining a small sun that was harmless and offered up only it’s light for those who knew how to see it. She smiled as a wave of Mana crashed upon the shore of her consciousness. She let it flow back out to sea, and opened her eyes.

She continued to search for Xena, glancing around the forest. Finally, she spotted a familiar form and began to approach it.

“Xena! I wanted to chat with you!”

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Location: Longear Camp/Fyldren's Tent || Lunch Time! || Mood: Playful albeit bored

_{Interacting with: Fyldren (@McHaggis)}

Éclair glanced behind her to find Fyldren. She immediately performed one of the most over-exaggerated curtsey’s ever witnessed by man. Giggling when reaching its apex.

“My liege.”

She said with a bubbily tone slipping into his tent now that she was able to enter.

“I’ve got just the stew for you then! Rabbit and some of my freshly grown herbs from my garden.”

Éclair bragged with a grin that Fyldren couldn’t quite see from behind her. She propped the stew pot up on the table and took two beautiful bowls that Fyldren must have gotten from some fancy guest at some point off of his time being heir to the tribe. She always got spears. Spears are nice, but bowls are useful. Éclair didn’t even like fighting with spears anyway. It all seemed rather pointless, especially when she already had more than she’d ever need.

She just wished she could get nice dinner tools. Like bowls, and spoons.

Éclair sighed.

She poured the stew into the beautiful bowls and handed one to Fyldren as she walked in behind her. She then immediately moved to the tea, preparing it with equal care grabbing two hollowed yak horns and pouring it.

“Cheers, to beautiful bowls and warm coals.” She said with a hearty laugh.

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@Silvan Haven



I drew only Beryl in the pic because every pose i got for Bianca and Jericho were awkward. But now there's a pic of her going "jiiii," so maybe it's worth it!

She looks like a starfish.

@NarayanK

I love that.

Also

_{So close.}

Starkissed

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Location: The Magical Forest || Fighting a tree?? || Mood: Panicked, Clear Headed.

_{Mentions of: Narcissa (@Melo)}

Persephone’s eyes opened and were treated to a vast myriad of experiences. The first thing she noticed was Nissa, in the grips of a tree. She spoke to it, seemingly angered. Did she know this tree? Her torch was green.

That was odd.

The tree responded to Nissa, a bitter anger permeated the words he rattled out. Nissa looked like she was in a bad spot. Persephone swallowed down her unconfident thoughts and cleared her mind. It was now or never for Nissa, she would save her.

Persephone remained as silent as possible, creeping up on their location. She hid the torch behind her back to mask some of the glow, but she figured the tree would be more or less focused on Nissa and likewise. As soon as she felt she was close enough she stood up and hurled the torch at the tree’s base. Quickly she sprinted to the right of where she had thrown the torch and dove behind a bush. Attempting to make the three look in the direction the torch came from, or at the torch itself. Anything but Nissa and herself.

Her next step was rather laid out for her. She took her bow off of her shoulder and drew and arrow. She took aim with the light from the torch guiding her. She looked to hit the goblet. Slowing her breathing down to a bare minimum she let an arrow loose for the goblet, attempting to knock it away from Nissa’s captors and spilling the precious contents. Quickly drawing another arrow, Persephone aimed another shot at the treefolk.

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Location: Longear Camp/Fyldren's Tent || Lunch Time! || Mood: Playful albeit bored

_{Mentioned: Flydren (@McHaggis)}

Éclair walked towards one of the food supplies and quickly nipped a few key ingredients out. She intended to create a soup along with a tea. She took an iron flagon and an iron bowl and half-walked, half-danced her way to the fire located at the center of camp. She gleefully poured water into the bowl and flagon placing them on a small wooden support beam, meant for suspending cooking gear above the flames. She hummed a beat to herself dashing in some herbs and the rabbit to cook in the broth. She quickly began to tend to the tea next.

She ground up some herbs she had grown in her garden back from the Longear tribe and put them aside while the water began to heat up in the flagon. She took a large wooden ladle and began to stir the soup merrily. As it began to boil she added a few more herbs, these ones meant to promote a strong digestive system for a while to come.

Once her stew and tea were done cooking she took some leather gloves laid down by the fire pit and put them on in order to carry the flagon and pot. With an odd balance to her, Éclair happily made her way to Fyldren’s tent.

”Hello, one champion coming through, I bring treats!” Éclair called out making her way into the heir’s tent.

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@NarayanK

My step brother and I used to crack Ninja Gaiden Black over a case of beers a couple years back, switch on deaths. We switched a fair amount.

Starkissed

@Mae

Confirm thank you!

Starkissed

@Mae

Confirm.

If female friend then-royalty of a tribe (Xena, Narcissa, etc). For both of Faela's friendship rolls.