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The Sorting Hat / Re: Character changes & retcons!
« Last post by Konrad Sturm on March 07, 2024, 09:47:10 PM »
Character's name: @Konrad Sturm
Changes made:
- Changed name('s spelling)
- Rewrote the entire thing

......sorry. I think this is the last CKonrad Rewrite on the docket for realsies this time

approved
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London / Re: the power of a name // perdita
« Last post by Reed Stricklander on March 07, 2024, 09:28:39 PM »
Reed’s gaze remained fixed on Perdita, a silent challenge flickering in the depths of his icy blue eyes. For a split second, he thought she might reconsider. That the stakes were too high, or that she’d rather not spend her time in the shadowy room with him. She didn’t have to tell him anything, he didn’t have the proper paperwork to force the truth out of her. And yet, amidst the chaos he saw on her features, there was a glimmer of defiance, a spark of resilience that intrigued him.

As she spoke, her words a delicate dance of evasion and allure, Reed couldn’t help but admire the way she navigated these treacherous waters. They had been many things to each other in the past, but they had skipped the friendly part entirely. And knowing their first encounter was built on a lie, neither one of them were to be trusted.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Reed leaned in closer, his breath mingling with hers in the charged air between them. His tattooed fingers trailed along the edge of his cards, his rings glinting in the candle lights. The subtle flex of his hand betrayed the anticipation that coiled beneath his controlled exterior. He couldn’t remember the last time questioning someone had been this much fun.

”Raise,” Perdita’s voice pierced through the silence like a challenge. Reed’s lips curved into a knowing smile. As the game unfolded, Reed’s eyes rarely strayed from Perdita, each glance, each subtle movement a silence exchange of information. He matched her raise with ease, his gaze unwavering as he met her challenge head-on. “Impressive,” he murmured, his voice a low, velvety whisper. Reed had never been a fan of relying on Lady Luck, he preferred to craft his own fate.

His fingers expertly manipulated his chips, his movements fluid and precise as he raised the stakes again. The man beside him folded, another across the table set down his cards and stood up, but Reed only watched her. With every bet, every raise, the stakes climbed higher, mirroring the escalating tension that crackled between Reed and Perdita like a live wire. As the cards were dealt and the community cards revealed, Reed played his hand with calculated precision until it was only the two remaining, and he waited for her to make the next move.

[ooc; i have no idea how to play poker anymore haha]
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North America / Re: you look so fine | reed
« Last post by Reed Stricklander on March 07, 2024, 09:09:06 PM »
Reed’s gaze lingered on Giovanna, a rare glimmer of warmth softening his typically guarded expression. He was not usually one to show vulnerability easily, but in this moment, he found himself unable to mask the depth of his gratitude. “Thank you,” he murmured, a quiet acknowledgement of her gesture. He was accustomed to navigating a world of power and influence, where gifts were often tokens of transaction, rather than genuine gifts of affection. But this time it was different. It was proof of the bond they shared, and it showed the depth of her understanding of him. It wasn’t something she’d purchased; it was something she had made.

His hand found its way to her waist, drawing her closer until their bodies were almost touching. His icy blue eyes remained fixed on the portrait, admiring each brush stroke, but his thoughts drifted to the possibilities it held. Enchanted, she’d said. The idea of molding the portrait to his likeness intrigued him in ways he could not quite articulate. He turned to face Giovanna fully, “Perhaps I will,” he replied smoothly, his voice laced with amusement.

Reed knew this gift was more than just a portrait, it was a symbol of the intricate dance they had embarked upon together. They hadn’t labeled their relationship, but there were unspoken boundaries and perks. Reed understood what Giovanna wanted from him, and he was happy to give her what he could. There would – at least for the foreseeable future – be things he was not willing to share, but in this moment, he felt an unusual willingness to open up to her.

“You know, I've never had a portrait of myself,” he confessed, his eyes returning to the canvas. “Not even as a child. Our family never commissioned them.” He had thought it peculiar before, the absence of painted likenesses of the children in their family’s ancestral halls. “My mother thought it would offend the ghosts that haunted her home.” Reed’s mother had insisted that creating portraits could somehow disrupt the delicate balance between the living and the dead. As if reminding them of the virility of youth might somehow offend their dead ancestors. In his troublemaking youth, Reed had of course found other ways to insult them instead.
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North America / Re: after dark | reed
« Last post by Reed Stricklander on March 07, 2024, 08:39:04 PM »

Reed’s confidence radiated like an aura around him, drawing those near him into his orbit. He was a man who thrived in the shadows, whose very essence was shrouded in mystery and intrigue. His world was one of blurred lines and hidden depths, a realm where conventionality held no sway. And knowing that Giovanna had a penchant for breaking rules was one of the reasons he had been initially drawn to her. He knew she would not only fit in his world, but that she would thrive in those shadows.

As Giovanna playfully probed into his past, Reed’s gaze held hers with unwavering intensity. “My own,” he replied cryptically, his tone laced with a hint of something more. He offered no further explanation. He had traversed the globe, seen wonders beyond imagination, but his past remained a closely guarded secret, even to her.

“This attire,” Reed began, his voice dripping with subtle confidence as he gestured to his casual clothing, “is a concession to your wishes.” His tattoed arm swept downward, emphasizing the black tee shirt and jeans he had reluctantly donned at her request. A show of good faith, of his willingness to please her.

No excessive skin on display,” she had explained, and his eyebrow arched in silent inquiry. There was a story there, he was sure of it. Her comment about one of his usual suits brought a faint smirk to Reed’s mouth, “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, even though he was already calculating when to schedule a fitting for a custom suit crafted for the upcoming event. He was a man of refinement, accustomed to the finer things in life, and he intended to present himself accordingly.
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The Sorting Hat / Re: Character changes & retcons!
« Last post by Isaac Hackney on March 07, 2024, 07:09:36 PM »
Character's name: @Isaac Hackney
Changes made: updated for 7th year, added new history to the second history box

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She blushed. “I know this wasn’t practice.” She assured. She smiled at him warmly, reaching out to touch his face very gently. She was nervous, but assured with herself in the moment. She felt surprisingly confident. “It wasn’t wrong of you to ask, I promise. I just wanted to make sure I understood.” She assured. She leaned in and stole a peck on his lips. She blushed doing it, but she wanted to. “I want to go steady with you.” She promised. “I don’t mind that you’re older. I’m of age.” She assured. “Even going back to Hogwarts this year, I’ll be eighteen.” She promised.

She moved her hand from his face and reached down to take his hand and lace fingers. “I’m excited.” She promised. “I didn’t think you’d ever notice me like this.” She confessed, a little vulnerable in the moment. “I thought I would always be a little girl to you, so I’m glad you like me, Ian. I like you too. I have for awhile.” She confessed again, though this was more obvious.
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Member Services / Re: Ollivander's Wand Directory - REOPENED!
« Last post by Garrick Ollivander on March 06, 2024, 07:14:35 AM »
  • Character Name: Sara Lee
  • Wand Box №: 56142 ("5+6 = my age, then 14/2 is my birthdate in British formatting - my wand chose me!")
  • Wood, Core, Length: 8 3/5", birch, dragon heartstring
  • Purchase Date: Saturday 30th July 2005 (Dad was very busy at work so they came on a weekend)
  • Trait (optional): in case you want one or put one in your profile

  • Character Name: Treasa O'Mooney
  • Wand Box №: 30151
  • Wood, Core, Length: 10½ in, alder, dragon heartstring
  • Purchase Date: 10th July 2001
  • Trait (optional): in case you want one or put one in your profile

Congratulations and thank you for registering your wands! @Inga could I request these two young ladies receive the "Wand Chooses the Wizard" badge please?



General announcements:
- The Wandmakers and Map Regions info post has been updated and hopefully is easier to read on mobile devices.
- The Usable Wand Woods info post has been "updated" but is not mobile-friendly yet - in progress!
- Shameless plug for the Let the Wand Choose You game thread, since I now have all the "formulas" for wand length, wood, and core.
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Beauxbatons Lands / Does this really count as sport...(Dino)
« Last post by Phil Dujardin on March 06, 2024, 12:16:26 AM »
Phil had been excited when the new headmistress had mentioned that there would be a sports initiative this year at Beauxbatons. He had been involved in the arts initiative last year and while a lot of it was outside his comfort zone, he had been ok with a few of the monthly ‘events.’ Sports, however, now that was right up the young man’s alley. He had grown up on several wizarding games and sports and, as a halfblood, was at least familiar with several of the Non-Magiques games as well…that said, he had not expected the first of the “sports” to be what it was…

When the announcement had first appeared in the common room and had been made at one of their meals, Phil thought they had to be joking. There was no way that the school, in all of its wisdom after last year’s fiasco, would seriously be bringing magical ostriches to the school and giving students the opportunity to ride them. Nobody would be so crazy as to approve such a hairbrained idea, would they? And yet, as sure as the sun rises and sets, a few days later Phil had been outside and heard strange new noises as a part of the symphony that was his home. ‘Merde,’ the boy thought, ‘just what we need, one more crazy creature to attack someone, to maul and maim, to ensure that we all get sent home for good this time around…’

So, naturally, Phil was surprised when Dino had invited him to go down to the paddock to see these “creatures” (beast was probably more apt, but Phil would make that point as soon as something went wrong). He’d accepted for numerous reasons. First, he didn’t want to tell Dino—or anyone else for that matter—that he wasn’t particularly fond of magical creatures. He would probably have been given a pass, especially after last year. Even so, the addition of his newly acquired accessory seemed to have made Phil care a bit more about his reputation than he had previously. Second, Dino was a few years his senior. It was going to take a lot more than an ostrich with some gold feathers to let an upperclassman down. Finally, he didn’t have a very good excuse why not to go down and see them. Between the emphasis on the sports initiative, on the house cup, and his own feeling of needing to lead by example, there was no real reason to skip out on the first event in the initiative.

As the time for their meeting down at the stables approached, Phil fastened a light cloak over his robes as he headed down the familiar path. It wasn’t particularly cold, but who knew how it would feel if he actually ended up on the backs of one of those things and they started running. Wind like that could make it a bit chilly. Rounding the corner to the stable, Phil noticed a few others were down already. It looked as if they were marveling at the birds, albeit from a safe distance. While Phil felt the only real safe distance was the palace, the time for doubt like that was past. He was here. He'd spend some time with Dino looking them over, familiarizing themselves with the creatures, and then head back up after he put in his requisite time “participating.” Lost in his own head, Phil almost didn’t notice when someone said his name.
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Scotland / Re: [Edinburgh] You look so pretty, and I love this view (Hyacinth)
« Last post by Ian Moray on March 05, 2024, 10:51:55 PM »
Ian blinked once, then twice. Practiced kissing? "Well that wasn't practice." Merlin's beard he really was taking advantage of her. Guilt riddled through him as he thought about the experience differences between them. It was different when he was with Ivy because he was still at Hogwarts along with her. But with Hyacinth...it was all sorts of wrong and Ian was wondering if he should back out now? She deserves someone whose less like him and more like a boy who hasn't had much experience like him. Who hasn't been around the world...so to speak.

Then she says ravish as if she knows what he's thinking in his own dirty mind. One day? Yes Hy one day I will ravish you in your bed, against the wall, on the table in the greenhouse.

If she knew then perhaps she would run away, leave him right here and figure out what to do at the wedding alone. Ian was sure of it. Just as he was sure that he should be doing the same thing yet he couldn't tear himself away from Hy. There was something about her presence that made him feel at peace. Perhaps it was her innocence. The way the world didn't seem like it was dying all around her. Ian wasn't sure but all he knew was that he wanted to be with her. Even if logically it would be best if he didn't.

"Yes. Is that wrong of me to ask?" Of course she had ever right to say no. Ian hoped she didn't just turn him down or say he was just a fill in for a guy she really liked that couldn't make it. Nerves flushed through him as looked away and absentmindedly ran his hand through his hair. Messing it just enough so that it wasn't all the way slicked back. If Basil saw what he did...well Ian was sure he would lose his shite. "I know I'm older than you and you're still at Hogwarts. Which is why I can take things slow and if you want to say no.." Ian paused and looked at Hy, "Well I would understand."

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Hyacinth blushed a little at his disbelief. “I once practiced kissing with a boy who likes boys?” She offered, but did that really count? If he didn’t like girls anyway? She had always had bad taste in men, fixer uppers who didn’t want to get better. Ian was the same, in a way, but he did want to be better to her, she supposed. When he promised to be gentle, she blushed more. She read romance novels and knew about sex in a romance-novel sort of way, but her mind immediately went to that, not kissing, and that was the cause of her flush.

“You’re afraid you’ll ravish me.” She teased lightly, despite heating up a little at the prospect. “It’s okay. I won’t show you.” She assured. “Maybe one day.” She offered, a slight invitation. Then, he began to talk about asking her something. When he finally did, she swooned.

“You want to go steady?” She asked, careful, making sure she didn’t misunderstand. “You like me that much?”
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