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Character Name: @kinsley
Age: 32
Ability: Animagus (Gazelle)
Level Requesting: N/A
Why is this magical ability important to your character? She took Self-Transfiguration while at Uagadou and mastered her animagus transformation as part of her education there.
How did your character learn this ability, if applicable? Uagadou
Any Additional Comments? Nah
Have you read the rules? Yee
Role-Playing Sample of your character using this ability:

Kinsley had always liked running. Her parents would say she was like a tiny gazelle, zooming around without ever tiring. Not a cheetah, because that was far too predatory, and if anything Kinsley had always been protective. No, a gazelle. It was as if her mother had been able to see into the future, somehow. Ever since Kinsley had been little, running had been her getaway. She could be alone, with her thoughts, and she could filter through them however she wanted. Some of her best ideas and biggest breakthroughs would shine through halfway through a really long run. It wasn't necessarily that being around people was distracting. Kinsley treasured her relationships. She always put in a great deal of thought and effort into them. Kinsley truly believed that everyone had something to offer that was unique and genuine. She was a social person, by all accounts, but Kinsley found that taking a moment alone always helped.

Of course, lately, moments alone had simply been moments in which her mind would go to Tommy.

That was too difficult to think on. There was so much there that was unresolved, so much that Kinsley didn't want to accept. There had been a funeral. It had been over two years now. But she still couldn't accept it. This... couldn't be her life. They had just gotten married. Things had to improve. They had been happy--

And it had been torn away from her so quickly. Kinsley felt like she had no control over things anymore. How could she not have been there to help him? Should she have stopped him from going to work that day, somehow? How would she even have known? No, this... this wasn't on her, no matter how horrible it felt. Kinsley had to keep reminding herself of that, as hard as it was to believe it.

She was running... somewhere. It was along the coast of Galway, and it was dark out. Very late at night. This was the best time to run when she really wanted to be free. It was one thing to go for a jog, and a whole other thing to run. At least it was for Kinsley. She was pushing her limits, breathless, and then in the next moment, in one seamless movement, she was galloping even faster. Fully transitioned into her gazelle form, speeding down the trail became all too easy. This was a rush unlike any other. One of the few escapes that truly worked.

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Character Name: @merlin
Age: 34
Ability: Clairvoyant
Level Requesting: N/A
Why is this magical ability important to your character? He was born with it, and it's helped keep Arthur from dying a great deal.
How did your character learn this ability, if applicable? Maybe he's born with it, maybe it's Maybelline.
Any Additional Comments? Naaaah
Have you read the rules? Yeeee
Role-Playing Sample of your character using this ability:

Merlin hated when ever it happened.

It was obvious to him when a dream was more than just a dream. When his hair standing on end was more than just a reflex. When a chill ran through his spine, and not because a draft had just passed through the room. Other people likely couldn't tell the difference. He had always... blended in. Except for his name. That stood out like a sore thumb--but beyond that, people tended to ignore Merlin Atwood. He was inconsequential and quiet. A lanky boy with little to say. Those in his friends' house that were well-versed enough in their genealogy, obsessive enough about age-old traditions, knew exactly who he was. Those were the people that would send him glares sharper than the edge of a diamond. No one knew or cared much of him, and he was perfectly fine with that. He didn't want any of them knowing that his bet for the Quidditch playoffs that season were entirely based on his clairvoyance. All it had taken was sitting through a practice two for each house. It wasn't certain--but Merlin would bet galleons, and had bet galleons, that it was the closest anyone would get to the real result.

In those instances, it was pretty fun, he would admit. Right now, though, it was incredibly inconvenient.

There had been--he could hardly describe it. The closest thing Merlin could come up with was that it felt like pain. Not physical, but the sort of pain that... caused a knot to form in his chest. Something bad was happening, and there were only two people he was close enough to that he could have such a vivid sensation with any clear trigger.

His mind went to Arthur first.

Merlin knew where to find him. Arthur had made sure he had memorized his entire schedule for the seventh year, and although Merlin had mildly rolled his eyes at first, he had complied. Good thing, too, he thought as he rushed through the halls to make his way back to the empty classroom where he knew Arthur would be. It became clearer as his friend came into his line of sight. Not perfectly clear, mind you. Never anything too obvious. But enough that it gave Merlin a feeling of why Arthur looked so... upset. No, heartbroken. He let out sigh before strolling into the room, stopping just in front of his friend. It was something about Gwen, and it wasn't good. By the second, the image was becoming a little clearer. Enough so that Merlin could definitely piece together whatever was missing.

And so he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Arthur. He knew enough, after all, and Merlin had a gut feeling that his friend didn't want to talk about it right then.

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Character Name: @rose
Age: 34
Ability: Water Elemental
Level Requesting: Intermediate
Why is this magical ability important to your character? Accidentally controlling the tide was her first real act of magic. And since the discovery of her ability as a tiny child, she has always felt somehow, overshadowed by it. It is a weakness for her, as much as it is a strength. She doesn't like to stand out.
How did your character learn this ability, if applicable? She was born this way!
Any Additional Comments? She swears this has nothing to do with getting glitter out of anything.
Have you read the rules? Yes!
Role-Playing Sample of your character using this ability:

Ever since she had gotten sick, things had gotten harder and harder to control. At first it hadn't been too bad. A hiccup now and again. But now it had been months, and she wasn't entirely hopeful about getting her magic back. Somehow though, Rose thought that it would have been better if they just would have taken it all. If she wouldn't have been left with this. Because when tears turned to floods. Or when she got angry, and faucets turned on. Or Helga forbid it if she was on a beach... If waves came crashing to shore. If anything that she had had control over since she was a little kid started happening again, she didn't know where she would be.

Practice. That was what she had decided on. Maybe she could learn to control it, without the rest of her magic. Maybe she could figure out what it was that was going to make this easier. Because using the water that she could draw from the air, learning to freeze it, or boil it, or anything that she needed, she thought that it would have been something to have that control back. Being without it left her feeling helpless in a way that she couldn't even really explain.

Still, at least it wasn't raining.

When she had been little that had been a sure sign that something was bothering her. And after Agnes had died, wherever Rose was, it had seemed to be raining for weeks. Right now, it wasn't raining...

Letting her mind drift back to that, to losing her sister, to seeing everything that happened in the aftermath, she didn't know what she had thought. Once they got everything squared away, it had been her birthday. Twelve days, after her sister had died, they had finally had a funeral. And she thought that everyone had forgotten. It made sense, that in light of everything, they would have forgotten, but it was her mother, that came upstairs that night, that brought her one tiny cupcake, with one lonely candle. And it had started raining...

Rose knew that there were people that claimed that it rained because those in heaven were looking down and crying. She had heard someone say that before. But sitting there, on her bed, looking out the window, it hadn't been heaven crying. It had been her. She had made it rain...

A clap of thunder drew her back to reality and she turned her gaze out the window from the ground to the clear January sky. That thunder had come out of nowhere, just like the steady drops of rain that peppered the glass as she reached out to touch the window pane.

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Character Name: @dionysus
Age: 16
Ability: Water Elemental
Level Requesting: Intermediate
Why is this magical ability important to your character? Dionysus is so tightly wound and always trying to concede to his parent's wishes and wants, this is the one thing that he has control over and that brings him peace. It's something all his own and he cherishes it a great deal.
How did your character learn this ability, if applicable? Born this way
Any Additional Comments? Issa Ina Hisa Appa
Have you read the rules? Yes'm!
Role-Playing Sample of your character using this ability:

Every year like clockwork the desire to return to Hogwarts would strike him. It would chime in loud like a grandfather clock with constant reminder that he would much rather be in that castle than the familiar walls of his own house. Maybe it wouldn't have come so early this summer, had his mother not been on one of her typical tirades. With father gone for what promised to be the bulk of the summer Dionysus had known early on that the tirades would be much more frequent and hellacious. He hadn't exactly been expecting them to be on the level they were now. They had barely made it through tea when she had started off-- for the second time since lunch. To the untrained eye one might view the scene as a mother staunchly reminding her kin to attend to their scheduled activities but the two sitting quietly with their heads bowed down at the table knew it quite differently.

There was but one saving grace, and that was that Nan's ear had already been chewed off so he no longer had to sit in silence and hear his younger sibling's degradation. The verdict was that she simply wasn't mastering piano and Latin fast enough. She was, after all, Ina's prized daughter. She needed to be better, to work harder, and to succeed in what had been lain before her. Never mind the dark circles that blackened her already dark flesh beneath her eyes. Never mind that her fire had been acting out of sorts with the stress she was under. No, what was worse was the fire. Ina had scolded her the other day for her lapse and threatened her with more rigorous training if she did not straighten herself out by the weeks end. So never mind her scorched fingertips and flecks of ash in her hair from practicing in the restroom before they were called for tea.

The bad news was this: it was his turn now to suffer the wrath of Ina. Truth be told he hadn't heard a word of what she had been saying for nearly fifteen minutes time. After hearing her degrading Nan his ears had tuned her out and the only thing he could hear was the rain drops against the window on the glass door leading to the patio. He yearned to be out in the rain, that blissful warm summer rain, and away from this table with Ina's disapproving gaze showering down on him. He fantasized about a swirling ball of water dancing in his palm instead of the hateful thoughts swimming around in his own mind. A sudden clearing of Ina's throat brought his eyes quickly, and reluctantly to her. Her head cocked as she crossed her arms and looked sternly down on him. "Dionysus, what do you think of what I've just said?" She knew he wasn't listening. Her narrowed eyes grew smug as his silence continued. The boy sighed thoughtfully as he rubbed his hands against the legs of his pants and gave one sharp nod. "Yes, Ina, I couldn't agree more."

Her baffled face told him that it was either the correct answer, or an entirely wrong one. His mother uncrossed her arms and swiftly recrossed them the other way, working through her discomfort with his answer. "Very well. We will increase your Shona lessons to twice weekly." His heart sank and he knew that it was very much so the wrong answer to have given. Still, he smiled, however false, thanked his mother, and asked to be excused so that he could ready himself for his dueling lesson in an hour. Ina excused both children to their rooms where Nys proceed to gently close the door and....scream. Right into his pillow. He punched it, screaming so roughly into it that he was sure his voice could blow a hole right through it. Only when he was out of air did he quit but that didn't stop him from throwing the pillow in his anger.

There was nothing he could do, that was the worst of it. He couldn't tell Ina no, he couldn't tell her yes. There were no right answers and nothing and no one would stop her or Pita from piling more on his plate. They could pile more and more onto his shoulders until his back whined that it would break and still...nothing could stop them. Nothing would stop the doubled language classes he had just agreed to-- or even the dueling lesson he had in less than an hour. He was powerless in this world except... Except for one thing.

Dionysus tromped to the french doors leading to the balcony from his bedroom and watched carefully as the rain pattered against the floor of the balcony and the windows of the doors. It was raining more heavily now. Delightful. He slung the doors open with a crash and, in truth, he didn't care if Ina heard it. In dress shirt and slacks he stood in the rain and let the cool droplets douse his hot temper. He could feel the droplets vibrating around him as he harnessed his concentration. It wouldn't work, not if he remained this upset. He needed to be calm. Dionysus breathed in deeply as he closed his eyes, noticing the marked silence around him as the drops stopped falling on the balcony. They were suspended there as he held his breath, only falling as he released it. His eyes flashed with calm determination and the hint of a smirk bent the edges of his lips.

Both hands outstretched as the droplets gravitated toward him. The closest ones started swirling between his palms, seemingly sucking more droplets in like a whirlpool. The spiraling mass moved faster as the droplets hurried to him forming an orb of water the size of a grapefruit. Dionysus stared at it as it moved. It was...almost therapeutic. Seeing the troubles that had been swirling inside him now held perfectly in his hand. Nys sighed contentedly as the rain around him pattered back at a steady and natural pace. From the balcony just a ways from him came a sudden commotion as his sister Nan popped her head out of her own room. "Nys, are you messing with the rain again?" Her voice was playful as it was scolding. The smirk once touching the corners of his lips drew into a full smile as he playfully threw the orb he had gathered at her. She ducked behind the glass pane of her door with a face of gleeful shock. "Hey! That's no fair, I can't very well throw fireballs at you Dionysus." The boy chuckled with a roll of his eyes as the rain fell gently across his balcony.

Character Name: Zahava Yael Azoulay
Age: 35
Ability: Wandless
Level Requesting: Expert
Why is this magical ability important to your character? It's how she learned magic-- she was well-versed in wandless magic by the time she learned wixen of european descent usually use wands
How did your character learn this ability, if applicable? Schools/learning circles/her teachers and friends
Any Additional Comments? no sireemam, other that it is app-included!
Have you read the rules? yes
Role-Playing Sample of your character using this ability:

It was a long, lazy afternoon day. Zahava really wasn't looking forward to much-- just spending the day in bed with Sarai. A feat which would be much more easily accomplished if the other woman stayed still enough to do so.

"And so then did Sherdokht-Narundi earn her golden eye, which mages today still debate viciously over. After all, the magicked eye's spells bear more resemblance to Punt than that of Jiroft or even Mesopotamian, however, the composition of the gold and style of the engraving is entirely accurate for the region Sherdokht-Narundi was buried in. It is of course, entirely possible that. . ."

"Mmm-hmm," Zahava murmured, flicking her fingers and summoning a feather to tickle Sarai with. She was only half-listening to her lover, as the golden eye was really one of Sarai's favorite subjects as of late. The challenges of living with an archaeologist was having to deal with the interests they had. Pig bones, for example-- that wasn't even in Sarai's field of study but she'd launched into a five-hour long discussion of pig bones in Sodom. Or from the Negev? She shouldn't quite remember, but it was all fascinating, she was sure. It certainly had kept Sarai focused while she'd slowly Transfigured all of her lover's clothes into distinctly uncomfortable things.

"And so I really think that-- Zahavit!" Sarai's voice raised in a sudden shriek as Zahava changed the pillow she was laying on into a cat, if only because the cat had hissed and attempted a scratch. Zahava held back a smirk as Sarai's eyes wandered the room, taking in the sudden amounts of changed objects. The side table was suddenly bright pink and spouting spikes, a fountain had started burbling out of their light, and her nightshirt had been changed into a wool sweater. How she'd not noticed that, Zahava really didn't know. "Turn it back. All of it. Now."

"Two hours, that's not breaking a record." Zahava held back a sigh. "But I really think--"

A knocking at the door interrupted her. She pulled herself to her feet, checked the window, and winced. The smiles wiped off her face, and she was serious again, quickly returning everything back to their previous state. A twist of her wrist and the wall stopped spinning colors. She flung out her hands together and the cat became a pillow again, the cactus stopped singing, and the fountain slowed. Messy unTransfiguration, quick sloppy work, but enough to turn things normal. Or mostly so, for their neighbor who was coming in, likely to complain that they were talking too loudly.

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Simply because he's still a student and so young, @dionysus is accepted as a Beginner elemental. But he can always work his way up!