Slytherin Quidditch Practice: Tryouts Open [[Jun-Aug 2024]]

[Essy ze Ninja]

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Charging into the scoring zone, he hoped to trick Kyson with a fake curve to the left while throwing at the right hoop.

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AC: 13
Silver Chaser
(+1 to stealing/shooting)
HP: ═ ═ ═ ═ 100%
(3/3)
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[The Shiny Furret]

★ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ★ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ★



Kyson was ready this time, he hoped. Tristan had done very well keeping the Quaffle this go around, so he must be good. When the Quaffle was thrown, he lunged for it with a worried expression.

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PUREBLOOD SLYTHERIN FIRST YEAR xxx

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name. 'Cause I was only born inside my dreams.
Until you die for me, as long as there is a light, my shadow's over you. 'Cause I am the opposite of amnesia.
And you're a cherry blossom, you're about to bloom. You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon.
Some legends are told. Some turn to dust or to gold. But you will remember me, remember me for centuries.
And just one mistake is all it will take. We'll go down in history, remember me for centuries.

★ ▬ ★ ▬ ★



Slytherin Keeper
Nat. Flyer | Good Arm | Swift Swipe
AC: 12 | Mods: +0
Final Roll: 19 (caught!)
★ | ★ | ★

 

[The Shiny Furret]

★ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ★ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ★



The Quaffle hit his chest and he quickly closed his arm around it. He caught it! He actually caught it! Kyson smirked, almost smiling, with pride. "Sata!" he called out, tossing the ball to the other boy.

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PUREBLOOD SLYTHERIN FIRST YEAR xxx

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name. 'Cause I was only born inside my dreams.
Until you die for me, as long as there is a light, my shadow's over you. 'Cause I am the opposite of amnesia.
And you're a cherry blossom, you're about to bloom. You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon.
Some legends are told. Some turn to dust or to gold. But you will remember me, remember me for centuries.
And just one mistake is all it will take. We'll go down in history, remember me for centuries.

★ ▬ ★ ▬ ★



Slytherin Keeper
Nat. Flyer | Good Arm | Swift Swipe
AC: 12 | Mods: +0
Final Roll: -- (?)
★ | ★ | ★

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[murruelecreuset]

Location: Pitch - Slytherin Try-outs

Hitting Benjamin now she could aim for Devonte. Lining up her bat with another bludger she swung hoping to send it right at him. Another it would be nice for her and the others.

Status: Here goes nothing.
With: Teammates...

Wearing: Try-out Clothes

OOC: Silver Team - Beater Sera, Tristan
Aimed at Devonte Total Roll: 18 (Hit)
3 or lower = miss, + 16 = save
AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 Hitting, +7 AC
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Dang Healthy, Deft Dodger
Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life] [Life]

Total Hits: 5
Saves: 1  

[The Forgotten Weasley]

There's a war inside of me burning red and honestly-
Any idiot could see that I killed all the hope that I had.
There's a war inside of me, and you watch it silently...
And I wave it constantly like a flag, like a flag, like a flag.
This knife that's in my back keeps twisting; anxiety attacks!
This is a battleground; I'm caught in the crossfire;
My words are weaponry and I'm waiting patiently...

ᵉ ᵛ ᵃ ᶰ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ
ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ᶰ
ˡ ᶤ ˡ ˡ ᵃ ᶰ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵉ
ˢˡʸᵗʰᵉʳᶤᶰ │ ᶠᵒᵘʳᵗʰ ʸᵉᵃʳ │ ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ │ ʰᵉᶤʳ

Vander was nearly to the snitch now.

OOC:
Position: Seeker
AC: 18
Mods: +6 Catching Snitch, +4 Spotting Snitch
Special Skills: Great Catch, Deft Dodger, Natural Flyer
Lives: (X) (X) (X)
Catching Up to Snitch: 3/3
Seeking Snitch:

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You win the battle now, but I will return the fire.
'Cause I'd crawl on broken glass to be the one who laughs last!
You're advancing mercilessly; unprovoked and needlessly-
And I'll march you into the sea just to watch you drown in the end.
I am used to these black eyes, to be bruised; antagonized;
But it overwhelms my mind to believe that I call you a friend.
Down the trenches I will go, fight the armies on my own...

 

[The Forgotten Weasley]

There's a war inside of me burning red and honestly-
Any idiot could see that I killed all the hope that I had.
There's a war inside of me, and you watch it silently...
And I wave it constantly like a flag, like a flag, like a flag.
This knife that's in my back keeps twisting; anxiety attacks!
This is a battleground; I'm caught in the crossfire;
My words are weaponry and I'm waiting patiently...

ᵉ ᵛ ᵃ ᶰ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ
ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ᶰ
ˡ ᶤ ˡ ˡ ᵃ ᶰ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵉ
ˢˡʸᵗʰᵉʳᶤᶰ │ ᶠᵒᵘʳᵗʰ ʸᵉᵃʳ │ ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ │ ʰᵉᶤʳ

Vander stretched out a hand to grab at the snitch.

OOC:
Position: Seeker
AC: 18
Mods: +6 Catching Snitch, +4 Spotting Snitch
Special Skills: Great Catch, Deft Dodger, Natural Flyer
Lives: (X) (X) (X)
Catching Up to Snitch: 3/3
Seeking Snitch: 1/2

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You win the battle now, but I will return the fire.
'Cause I'd crawl on broken glass to be the one who laughs last!
You're advancing mercilessly; unprovoked and needlessly-
And I'll march you into the sea just to watch you drown in the end.
I am used to these black eyes, to be bruised; antagonized;
But it overwhelms my mind to believe that I call you a friend.
Down the trenches I will go, fight the armies on my own...

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

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sσмє тнιиɢs scяαтcн тнє sυяғαcє ωнιℓє σтнєяs sтяιкє αт чσυя sσυℓ

A slow, shuddering breath whistled between her teeth as she levitated the trunk of equipment and barrel of brooms out onto the field; followed by a small stack of sign-in sheets weighed down by quill on top of the trunk. She still hadn't really decided on a vice-captain, but had a few options in mind. Whatever, it was now or never; she'll probably make this decision the same way she makes every other decision—on the spot and without a second thought at all. Shaking the jitters away from her hands, she stretched her arms above her head and focused her breathing. This won't be a disaster, it can't be a disaster—honestly, what can go wrong? Camila kept an eye out for her housemates, curious to see who would try out again this year and who would bail. And who can forget the ickle little first years? They're always adorable to watch.

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Quidditch Try Outs
Dressed in: sweat pants
16 yrs ☪ 5' 6" ☪ 139lbs
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[OOC://Attention! Try outs are running on a separate timeline than the rest of the guild; meaning students have already attended a few classes already, including first year's flying class. For more info on how to play quidditch, see here: [x]]

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Character's Name:[/b]
[b]House:[/b]
[b]Year:[/b]
[b]Advanced Flying I:[/b] (yes or no)
[b]Advanced Flying II:[/b] (yes or no)
[b]Years of Previous Quidditch playing:[/b] (0-6)
[b]Any Special Skill:[/b] (max of 3)
[b]First Choice Position:[/b]
[b]Second Choice Position:[/b]

 

[Deviled Dregs]

Fourth Year │ Slytherin │ Chaser

Devonte walked out onto the pitch, deciding that maybe quidditch would take his mind off of things. He had actually been focusing on his schoolwork a lot more than he had in his previous years, so he supposed he had last year's events to thank for that. He nodded at Camila in his own form of greeting and grabbed a form, filling it out quickly before handing it back. He couldn't lie--he was curious about who the new Vice Captain would be.

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Username: Deviled Dregs
Character's Name: Devonte Bannister
House: Slytherin
Year: Fourth
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Yes
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 3
Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm
First Choice Position: Chaser
Second Choice Position: Anything  

[The Forgotten Weasley]

I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes.
I know it's daft, but I guess that I know it deep inside.
It feels like we're ready to crack these days, you and I;
When it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die.
We're gonna separate ourselves tonight...
We're always running scared but holding knives...
But there's a black chandelier, casting shadows and lies.

ᵉ ᵛ ᵃ ᶰ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ
ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ᶰ
ˡ ᶤ ˡ ˡ ᵃ ᶰ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵉ
ˢˡʸᵗʰᵉʳᶤᶰ │ ᶠᶤᶠᵗʰ ʸᵉᵃʳ │ ᵖᵘʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ │ ʰᵉᶤʳ

Vander stalked onto the pitch, nodded to Rojas and Bannister, and scrawled out his answers on the form, then fell into his stretches. Honestly, he just wanted to get up in the air. Things might make more sense up there than they currently did for him down here.

Username: The Forgotten Weasley
Character's Name: Evander Lillantine
House: Slytherin
Year: 5
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Yes
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 3
Any Special Skill: Great Catch, Deft Dodger, Natural Flyer
First Choice Position: Seeker
Second Choice Position: Chaser

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Username

I'll sit in silence for the rest of my life if you'd like.
Dressing our wings with industrial gloves made of wire;
Feel it penetrating the skin, we begin to relax,
When it's just the two of us, and a cute little cup of cyanide.
You left my heart like an abandoned car:
Old and worn out, no use at all...
But I used to be free.

 

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xSeymour Benjamin Ryansxxxxx
<6th Year Slytherin>

AC: 16
Modifiers: (+8 Blocking Goals) (+8 Scoring) (+8 Stealing)
Special Skills: Hold the Line, Good Arm, Swift Swipe

Lives:

Roll: XX (+8 Blocking Goals) (+8 Scoring) (+8 Stealing) = XX

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Benjamin looked forward to this year because he finally could feel a bit more relaxed without a crazy Russian threatening him with a single look or Ash-Ash constantly getting on him for his lack of respect or work ethic. Benjamin would like to point out he had very much a work ethic. Hell, he probably was most reliable when it came to quidditch and it was mostly thanks to those two drilling it into him. He had no doubt that not only would either of the former captains would kick him off the team (making him lose cool points) but they would also likely have murdered or maimed him or both after kicking him off the team. Benjamin could only hope that Camila wouldn't name some budding psychopath like la bruja Wendy's little boy toy or whatever. They were past arguing and now rumored to be snogging now. Great. Just what the world needed a future litter of psychopaths. Stretching he walked onto the field and nodded to Camila and greeted as he filled out the yearly form, "Hola, so, linda-Camila who you sticking with the load of being your yes man this year?"

Username: mc2
Character's Name: Seymour Benjamin Ryans
House: Slytherin
Year: 6th
Advanced Flying I: yes
Advanced Flying II: yes
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 5
Any Special Skill: Hold the Line, Good Arm, Swift Swipe
First Choice Position: keeper
Second Choice Position: chaser

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xSera Maybelle Averyxxxxx
<3rd Year Slytherin>

AC: 14
Modifiers: (+4 Spotting) (+4 Catching)
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes

Lives:

Roll: XX (+4 Spotting) (+4 Catching) = XX

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Sera in no way expected herself to have any chance at being first string seeker but she accepted that. Evander was a fifth year and it was his time to be the seeker and was the most likely to lead the team to victory, but she would have her day soon enough. She would some day shine and conqueor the other teams easily crushing them as a stellar seeker, but today was her time to sit back and prepare. Rome was not built in a day. Still, she had no intention not to give Evander an easy win of his position. Smiling she nodded to Camila and the others taking the form and filling it out quickly in precise handwriting that minimized most unnecessary flourishes.

Username: mc2
Character's Name: Sera Avery
House: Slytherin
Year: 3rd
Advanced Flying I: yes
Advanced Flying II: enrolled
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2
Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes
First Choice Position: Seeker
Second Choice Position: Reserve Seeker

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[murruelecreuset]

Location: Slytherin Try-outs - Quidditch Pitch

Mira walked onto the field prepared for another year. She was curious as to who Camila picked for vice captain. She could only hope it wasn't Benjamin. They didn't need him in a position of power. Heading over to fill her form Mira looked to see Benjamin talking with Camila. Hearing him as who she was picking Mira spoke up. "And please tell me you didn't pick Benjamin. I couldn't handle it if you did." she said with jokingly with a smile on her face. Quidditch was always when she felt she could be herself at least next to being alone with Timothy.

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Username: murruelecreuset
Character's Name: Mira Mitchell
House: Slytherin
Year: Sixth Year
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Yes
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: Five Years
Any Special Skill: Mean Swing, Dang Healthy, Deft Dodger
First Choice Position: Beater
Second Choice Position: Chaster

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Status: Ready for another great year
With: Fellow Slytherins... Camila & Benjamin

Wearing: Try-out Clothes

OOC: Aimed at --- Total Roll: ---
3 or lower = miss, + 16 = save
AC: 18
Modifiers: +8 Hitting, +8 AC
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Dang Healthy, Deft Dodger
Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life] [Life]

Anger and resentment,
A dark path you tread,
I would be careful, young one,
But, I know where you belong...
Slytherin!

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

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sσмє тнιиɢs scяαтcн тнє sυяғαcє ωнιℓє σтнєяs sтяιкє αт чσυя sσυℓ

Familiar faces dotted against the green field; good, at least they're showing up. Wait—Camila panicked and glanced downward—perfect, she's not in her undergarments; this isn't another one of those dreams. By the time Devonte reached her on the field, she settled her nerves and smoothed back her hair, greeting him with a similarly mute nod. It's insane, really; how quiet their team must be in comparison to the others—when no one's fighting, anyway. Evander Lillantine graced the field with his presence, and as much as she disliked the bloke (not for any real reason other than the scowl she's tired of seeing on his face, though it has subdued on the field, mostly.) she really does love the sound of his name, weirdly enough. Rolls off the tongue quite nicely. Blinking away from that distracting blade of grass she'd been transfixed on for a few moment's now, Camila waved a hand and greeted her friend, (because what else could she call him at this point?) ”¿Q’ubo?” Stifling a small chuckle, she shouldn't have been so surprised that that would be the first thing out of his mouth. ”¿Quién crees? Tu, claro!... I mean... si tu quieres...” She chewed her lip rather nervously; he could always say no, after all. But, at least this way, if she does end up ripping him a new one, no one will really understand what they're saying, so that's a plus. Glancing sideways at Mira, Camila blinked and flushed and said, "Oh, ummmmm, well...."

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AC: 18
HP ══ ══ ══ 100%
(+8 stealing/shooting)
(0/3)
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[OOC://Attention! Try outs are running on a separate timeline than the rest of the guild; meaning students have already attended a few classes already, including first year's flying class. For more info on how to play quidditch, see here: [x]]

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