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 Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2018 7:52 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2018 6:10 pm
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Diamond Wales rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2018 6:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2018 6:49 pm
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Fuzzymelonlord rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2018 7:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2018 7:46 pm
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Trickblues rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2018 5:17 pm
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☀ JONAH CASTOR LANE ☀
Half-Blood │ Ravenclaw │ Second Year │ Twelve Years Old │ The Daily Dragon │ Reserve Beater
» Fall 2043 » Quidditch Pitch » With: Ravenclaws
» Status: On the Defensive
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Jonah cursed under his breath when the bludger completely missed Iggy. What was that about?! He’d been practicing so hard the past year he’d thought he’d gotten better than this. Was it the caffeine throwing him off after all? His knee? He didn’t have time to think about it, as his team had the quaffle and Lillith was already being chased down. He sped on his broom to the nearest bludger and shot it at Eirian, hoping to keep him off Lillith’s tail.
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Position: Blue Beater
AC: 13
Modifiers: +2 Blocking Shots, +1 EXP, (-1 HURT)
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Hold the Line, Dang Healthy
Lives: ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
Total Roll: 7, MISS
Hm, a curious mind, an adventurous spirit!
Oh, you could do so well in so many places, my boy
Legacy or not, I see you going far
But, let's see then... I think, for you, it'll be
Ravenclaw!
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2018 11:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2018 10:06 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2018 10:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2019 9:36 pm
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✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ вα¢к тσ тнє ѕтяєєт ∂σωи тσ συя fєєт
ℓσѕιиg тнє fєєℓιиg σf fєєℓιиg υиιqυє, ∂σ уσυ киσω ωнαт ι мєαи؟
вα¢к тσ тнє ρℓα¢є ωнєяє ωє υѕє∂ тσ ѕαу
'мαи ιт fєєℓѕ gσσ∂ тσ fєєℓ тнιѕ ωαу,' иσω ι киσω ωнαт ι мєαи═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceKiery sighed as she stepped onto the pitch, a mixture of conflicting emotions hovering over her like a cloud. The feeling was so overpowering, in fact, that a couple of times she found herself looking up to see if there was an actual physical manifestation of her anxiety hanging around. Oh, sure, she knew enough about real magic now to scoff a little at the concept of such a thing, but she also knew she was an actual witch and who's to say that she couldn't have accidentally done such a thing? She was pretty sure if her mother (and gods, she hadn't thought of the woman in ages) would swear she could see the cloud, or that her aura was the wrong color, or something was clinging to her back. And it did sort of feel that way, but she also knew there was no way the woman could've really seen any of those things. Being a real witch was weird when you'd been raised by... well, fake ones.
spaceMaybe real and fake weren't the best terms to use, the best way to frame it. But now wasn't really the time to delve into the complexities of that particular existential crisis. She had tryouts to open. And a team to put together, and then wrangle into something approaching competency. She wasn't so sure about that last one. Not because anything was wrong with the team itself, she just... wasn't sure she was the best captain. But she had to try anyway. Running a hand through her hair, she set up the table with the forms. Feeling a bit restless, she figured she might as well start running through her sun salutation. She'd still be opening practices with those. She didn't think she'd had very many good ideas as a captain, but that one checked out. She was pretty sure.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ '¢αυѕє ιт'ѕ иιиє ιи тнє αfтєяиσσи
уσυя єуєѕ αяє тнє ѕιzє σf тнє мσσи
уσυ ¢συℓ∂ '¢αυѕє уσυ ¢αи ѕσ уσυ ∂σ
ωє'яє fєєℓιиg ѕσ gσσ∂ נυѕт тнє ωαу тнαт ωє ∂σ
ωнєи ιт'ѕ иιиє ιи тнє αfтєяиσσи═════════════════════════════════════════════ xxxRAVENCLAW CHASER - CAPTAINxxxAC: 20
Skills: Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger, Swift Swipe
Mods: (+8 to Stealing)
Lives:
❤♡❤♡❤
Currently: Action
Final Roll: ##
xxxScorexxx
00 to 00
TIED[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]
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2019 11:01 pm
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  Leah Ruby League
Ravenclaw Seventh Year Chaser
Seventeen Years Old - Pureblood - Dancer Younger Sister
Location : Quidditch Pitch - Ravenclaw Tryouts (2044)
Leah was still very angry about her brother's response to finding out she was playing Quidditch. It was her final year and she was not about to quit just because he didn't approve of her choices. Just like when she adopted that cat from her transfiguration exam. Thomas was hated at first but soon everyone just accepted him.
Walking onto the field Leah knew her brother was just going to have to deal with the fact she played the sport. Grabbing a form she quickly filled it out with her usual information. This was her last year and she would be damned if she was not going to play. Besides better to have no regrets then to regret that she gave up Quidditch when the team needed it. Even if it was just one more year.
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Username: murruelecreuset
Character's Name: Leah League
House: Ravenclaw
Year: Seventh Year
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Yes
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: Two
Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm
First Choice Position: Chaser
Second Choice Position: Anywhere I'm needed.
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Status : Being Defiant
Company : Ravenclaw teammates...
OOC : - - -
Stealing / Passing: --- - 0/3 to Goal - Total Roll: --
AC: 16
Modifiers: +6 AC, +6 Stealing, +6 Shooting, +4 Other (Exp + Flying)
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm
Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life]
Well now, what to do with you, hm?
I see a lot of spirit, a strong backbone
But I also see a quick mind and a curious nature
I think you'll do best in
Ravenclaw!
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 12:00 pm
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And so they say, Lord, for everything a reason
For every ending a new beginning
Oh so they say, baby, for everything a reason
And so they say, baby, for everything a reason
And those who loved before will be brought back together
Yeah, those who loved before will be brought back together
MAISIƐ
HƐAƬHƐR
ƬHORƁURƝ
HALFBLOOD RAVENCLAW │ SIXTH YEAR PREFECT │ CHASER
Maisie made her way out onto the pitch, trying not to think about the fact that next year she would be running everything. At least she'd only have one year of the anxiety of being captain. Poor Kiery had had to put up with managing the entire team and practices for years now. Then again, maybe that was just a Ravenclaw thing in general? People always joked that they could be an incredibly neurotic, anxiety-ridden house. She tried to give the older girl a reassuring smile as she took a form to fill out, and waved at Leah.
Username: The Forgotten Weasley
Character's Name: Maisie Thorburn
House: Ravenclaw
Year: 6th
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Yes
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 4
Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Deft Dodger
First Choice Position: Chaser
Second Choice Position: ...
OOC: Position: Chaser
AC: 19
Mods: +7 Scoring, +5 Stealing
Total Roll:
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Deft Dodger
Lives: (X) (X) (X)
Post to Goal: n/a
Number of Goals Made: 0
And so they say, baby, you will be brought back to me
I saw you leaving, I saw the light go out
I saw you leaving, I saw you leaving
And so they say, Lord, for everything a reason
My house is haunted by wrong desire
And on my skin left the scent of indignation
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 4:08 pm
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  Benjamin "Benny" Clarisse
First Year Ravenclaw
Eleven Year Old - Half Blood
Location : Quidditch Pitch - Ravenclaw Tryouts
Benjamin had always had Quidditch in his life. Though he had a love hate relationship with it. His mother was always working and although he got to see her games it wasn't the same. He didn't mind playing with his family but sometimes he felt that's all he really had. Not that his father didn't do other things with him. It just seemed like the easiest topic of conversation.
Walking onto the pitch with a school broom, Benjamin was nervous. He wasn't particularly outstanding in the Quidditch department. Flying he was a natural at though. He just needed to figure out a position that would work better for him. Seeker wasn't it he was too easily distracted for that one. He wasn't a hard hitter at all so Beater probably wasn't it either. He was able to block a shot or two when he played around so maybe Keeper was it. Then again, his parents could have just been going easy on him.
Grabbing a form Benjamin looked it over. He decided Keeper was probably the best bet. Whether that position was needed he wasn't quite sure. Putting it with the others, he went a off little ways from Leah. Giving her a small wave as he passed. He was of some relation or another to her, but they mostly kept to themselves.He'd continue to give her space, but he figured a little acknowledgement wouldn't hurt.
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Username: murruelecreuset
Character's Name: Benjamin Clarisse
House: Ravenclaw
Year: First Year
Advanced Flying I: No
Advanced Flying II: No
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 (MTA)
Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Hold the Line
First Choice Position: Keeper
Second Choice Position: Chaser
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Status : Nervous
With : Other Ravenclaws
OOC : - - -
Passing: --- - Total Roll: --
AC: 12
Modifiers: +2 AC, +4 Blocking, +1 Stealing / Shooting
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Hold the Line
Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life]
Oh, my boy, don't worry, you won't be lonely
I think you'll make friends easily enough
Now then, what to do with you?
Ah, yes, bright and curious as you are, it'd better be
Ravenclaw!
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 5:59 pm
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Canaan Grey
Ravenclaw │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single
Canaan was absolutely looking forward to today, and he would have come out here even if it were pouring down rain, because this was the opening of Quidditch season. Not the first match, mind you, but tryouts, when all things were possible and the potential for glorious things to happen was there waiting to be realized. First thing, though, was to make the team. He knew his shot at making the first string as a First Year wasn't especially good, but even as a Reserve he'd earn valuable practice time which would hold him in good stead later on.
Sadly, he had no broomstick of his own, so he had to use one of the school's broomsticks. While not as good as the ones his cousins owned, the school brooms would have to do him until he got one of his own. Still he walked out to the pitch with the school broomstick slung over one shoulder, dressed in jeans and an oversized Irish national team jersey, whistling the team's official victory chant. Already present was at least one Eagle whom was Sorted when he was, but the rest were older than he, and most assuredly more experienced than he. Still, all he wanted was the chance to tryout.
As he took a form from the stack and filled it out, he gave his fellow First Year a confident smile. As he thought about it, Canaan figured he didn't have it in him to be a Seeker, so he thought Keeper was more his speed, but, honestly, he was willing to fill whatever position his House needed filling.
Username: Graydon Ironshield
Character's Name: Canaan Grey
House: Ravenclaw
Year: First
Advanced Flying I: No
Advanced Flying II: No
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: O
Any Special Skill: (max of 3) Good Arm, Hold the Line, Natural Flyer
First Choice Position: Keeper
Second Choice Position: Chaser (or whatever the team needs most)
AC: 12
Modifiers: +2 Blocking the Quaffle, +2 Shooting the Quaffle
Special Skills: Good Arm, Hold the Line, Natural Flyer
Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ]
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