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

[x-Phoenix Phyre-x]

Edajin Tarot

Slytherin/Third Year/Single/Half-blood/Wearing

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Edajin smirked slightly as he just caught sight of it flitting away, and he chased after it. He was lucky to have caught its path so soon - hopefully, that would give him an advantage.

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Position: Silver Seeker
AC: +14
Modifiers: (Spotting +4) (Catching +4)
Skills: Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes, Great Catch
Total Roll:
Post Count: 1/3 & -/2
Lives: [x] [x] [x]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

♂First Year♂Slytherin♂Half-Blood♂Single♂Wearing♂

Joshua grinned confidently as the Captain spoke about who was to do what. He just had to hit some silly targets? With a rather annoyed snort, the boy flew into the air, holding a bat in his right hand. He flew after a Bludger, then swung at it as hard as he could, aiming at one of the targets in sight.

Position: Beater
AC: 12
Modifiers: +2
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Dang Healthy, Deft Dodger
Lives: [✜] [✜] [✜] [✜]

{OoC:}

 

[Digital Static]

Amory Goodwin

Second Year ~~~~ Slytherin House ~~~~~ Twelve Years Old ~~~~Slytherin Tryouts

We fear rejection..
Prize attention..
Crave affection..
Dream, dream, dream of perfection..

With the quaffle now tucked under her arm she began to make her way down the field. Her eyes searched for Amanda so that she knew where she was and could tell if she wanted her to make a pass or not, though she thought she'd try to get it down the field a little before passing it off to hopefully prevent a seal.

Salt and Swear
I am up to no good
Get out now, if I
were you I would

Position: Silver Chaser
AC: 12
Modifiers:
Special Skills: Natural Flier, Swift Swipe, Great Catch
Total Roll:
Post: 1/3
Lives: [1] [2] [3]

(OOC: Nashi told me I was messing up. 3nodding )

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[Essy ze Ninja]

I tried to be p.e.r.f.e.c.t
But nothing was worth it
I don't believe it makes me real
I thought it'd be easy
But no one believes me
I meant all the things I said

This place is so empty
My thoughts are so tempting
I don't know how it got so bad
Sometimes it's so crazy
But nothing can save me
But it's the only thing that I have

𝕯ominic 𝕸ontague
𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯i𝔫 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡
Sixth Year Vice-Captain, 𝔅eater

He stretched lightly, easing his muscles out of the tension built up for his morning routine. His neck popped at the joints as he rolled the muscles left and right before hoisting on his broom and launching around the pitch, soaring as fast as he could, to stay as close to the lead as he could. But being a beater, his broom wasn’t for speed, but for endurance, so he knew he wouldn’t have a shot against the seekers and their brooms. Amanda called out to the team, and he hung in the back to watch everyone, to make sure they were listening aptly, following orders, and not trying to undermine anyone (these were Slytherins after all.) In all his years, he was surprised it hadn’t gotten any dirtier than a few misled bludgers during the practices.

He was about to call out to the beaters, the few of them there were, but the ickle little first year decided that he’d waited enough and was already skyrocketed head long into a bludger. Dominic tried not to look annoyed. ”You went for it too early there, Josh, watch it’s movements, those ruddy ores are tricky things sometimes.” He explained as unbiased as he could as he mounted his own broom once more and followed him. Darius wouldn’t be far behind.

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Height: 5’7” ☣ Weight: 146lbs ☣ Age: 16
L1 L2 L3
Skills: Natural Flyer, Mean Swing , Deft Dodger
3 and below lose a life,
15 and above to hit target
AC: 20
+8 to bludger hits
Targets Hit:
Total Roll: 13 miss!
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I tried to be perfect it just wasn't worth it…............ ............. ................... ...................... .................................... ........... ........
Nothing could ever be so wrong…............... ................... ..............
It's hard to believe me, it never gets easy
…...................... ................................... ................ ...............................I guess I knew that all along ............…That I’m better off on my own

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

I have screamed until my veins collapsed
I've waited as my time's elapsed
Now, all I do is live with so much hate

I've wished for this, I've bitched at that
I've left behind this little fact:
You cannot kill what you did not create

I've gotta say what I've gotta say
And then I swear I'll go away
But I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise.

𝔇mitri 𝕲rigori 𝔎amenev
я никому не уступлю
of house Slytherin ___________ Twelve Years Old
Second Year
☭

He was a blended in blur of emerald and silver, another shadow that disappeared when the rest were gone as he took off after the rest of his teammates and flew laps around the pitch. The cool autumn air stung his eyes, but the cold was nothing he wasn’t used to. Once he finished, he gently touched down onto the ground and awaited further instruction. Dmitri nodded eagerly at his assignment, keeper for the green team, he could do that. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbow, adjusted his quidditch gear before the touched off the ground and took his place guarding the three goal posts. In the distance, he could see that one of the silver chasers, Amory, had stolen possession of the quaffle and was already tearing down the field, straight for him. His hairs bristled with anticipation as he squared off in front of the highest goal, ready to pounce in any direction for the quaffle.





Green Team Keeper
AC: 13
Mods: (+4 to catch quaffle) (+2 to dodging)
Great Catch, Hold the Line, Deft Dodger
Total Roll: __



We’re never who we say we are.
1.5m (5ft) and 45kg (98lbs)

I guess I'll save the best for last

My future seems like one big past ________

You're left with me 'cause you left me no choice

 

[x-Phoenix Phyre-x]

Edajin Tarot

Slytherin/Third Year/Single/Half-blood/Wearing

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Edajin kept up the chase, his eyes not leaving the little golden ball for fear of losing it. He couldn't even tell how the rest of his team was doing - but he'd know soon enough. The snitch was his only priority, right now.

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Position: Silver Seeker
AC: +14
Modifiers: (Spotting +4) (Catching +4)
Skills: Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes, Great Catch
Total Roll:
Post Count: 2/3 & -/2
Lives: [x] [x] [x]

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

♂First Year♂Slytherin♂Half-Blood♂Single♂Wearing♂

Joshua frowned in obvious annoyance when the Bludger didn't hit the target. When he heard the Beater in Charge, or so he assumed, speak to him, He cocked an eyebrow. Went too early? Normally the haughty first year would have immediately objected... loudly, but he knew the older boy had been right. After a curt nod, Josh flew after another, a bit annoyed that even the other guy hadn't been able to hit the target. "Practice what you preach," he wanted to sneer, but he held his tongue. Instead, he swung his bat again, hoping to smash a target this time, if only to one-up the older kid.

Position: Beater
AC: 12
Modifiers: +2
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Dang Healthy, Deft Dodger
Lives: [✜] [✜] [✜] [✜]
Total Roll: 12
Total Hits: 0/2

{OoC:}

 

[x-Phoenix Phyre-x]

Edajin Tarot

Slytherin/Third Year/Single/Half-blood/Wearing

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The third year leaned forward on his broom slightly, urging it faster as he angled and swerved to catch up with the fast and unpredictable flight pattern of the small golden ball. He was almost there.. Just a few more feet, and he'd be able to grab it. He loosened his grip on his broom handle in preparation to make his move.

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Position: Silver Seeker
AC: +14
Modifiers: (Spotting +4) (Catching +4)
Skills: Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes, Great Catch
Total Roll:
Post Count: 3/3 & -/2
Lives: [x] [x] [x]

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

I tried to be p.e.r.f.e.c.t
But nothing was worth it
I don't believe it makes me real
I thought it'd be easy
But no one believes me
I meant all the things I said

This place is so empty
My thoughts are so tempting
I don't know how it got so bad
Sometimes it's so crazy
But nothing can save me
But it's the only thing that I have

𝕯ominic 𝕸ontague
𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯i𝔫 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡
Sixth Year Vice-Captain, 𝔅eater

Dominic almost laughed, these damn bludgers had a way of mocking him. He missed and all it did was reiterate his statement. He reared back on his broom and swiveled around to watch the iron ore bounce around the field. When he was younger, he would have chased after it in a heartbeat. But he was patient now, at least somewhat. So he twirled his bat to loosen his wrist, ease his tense muscles for ease and flexibility. "See what I mean?" Dom spoke with a bemused glint in his eyes against his stern voice. "Everyone always says they're random, the bludgers, but they're enchanted and even transfigurations has equations and laws; there's a pattern to it...

It's just not so easy to see as you'd like." He explained, the bludger that he missed whipped back around a pillar of blue bronze colors from their little corner on the the right side of the center field. It charged right straight for him, but then it seemed to bank right, zigzag left, and soared far above them to hit a racing chaser. Dom wrenched back on his broom and climbed into the sky, ripping his arm back to hit the bludger away from the mock game and into a moving target on the edge of the field boundaries.

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Height: 5’7” ☣ Weight: 146lbs ☣ Age: 16
L1 L2 L3
Skills: Natural Flyer, Mean Swing , Deft Dodger
3 and below lose a life,
15 and above to hit target
AC: 20
+8 to bludger hits
Targets Hit:
Total Roll:
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I tried to be perfect it just wasn't worth it…............ ............. ................... ...................... .................................... ........... ........
Nothing could ever be so wrong…............... ................... ..............
It's hard to believe me, it never gets easy
…...................... ................................... ................ ...............................I guess I knew that all along ............…That I’m better off on my own

 

[Xistund]

Are you kidding, Darius had to hit targets where's the fun in that. Darius sighed and flew up with his bat. "Well might as well get this over with." Darius moved after a bludger and sung at hit hoping to hit the target.

{OoC:}

Position: Beater
AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 Hit
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Mean Swing and Dang Healthy
Lives: Ⓛ Ⓘ Ⓕ Ⓔ
Score 0

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

♂First Year♂Slytherin♂Half-Blood♂Single♂Wearing♂

Joshua glanced at the older Beater, who was already annoying with his ever-present advice. The first year gave a sneer, then flew off after another bludger. If the older kid didn't leave him alone soon, he was determined to hit him! His hair whipped about as he chased after the bludger. With a hard swing, he hit hard, hoping to finally hit a stupid target.

Position: Beater
AC: 12
Modifiers: +2
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Dang Healthy, Deft Dodger
Lives: [✜] [✜] [✜] [✜]
Total Roll: 12
Total Hits: 0/3

{OoC:}

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

I tried to be p.e.r.f.e.c.t
But nothing was worth it
I don't believe it makes me real
I thought it'd be easy
But no one believes me
I meant all the things I said

This place is so empty
My thoughts are so tempting
I don't know how it got so bad
Sometimes it's so crazy
But nothing can save me
But it's the only thing that I have

𝕯ominic 𝕸ontague
𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯i𝔫 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡
Sixth Year Vice-Captain, 𝔅eater

His lips parted to speak again, but he almost thought it too much, then a part of him thought that the younger year was feeling harrased by it. So was it bad he wanted to keep going? No, no, he couldn't. He leaned back and watched Darius and Joshua, he wasn't here to impress the captain, he was here to help her analyze and assess the players, see if they can work well together. No one wants a year like the Gryffindors. Still, he wanted practice too, so he reared up and lined up his next shot hoping to strike a target down.

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Height: 5’7” ☣ Weight: 146lbs ☣ Age: 16
L1 L2 L3
Skills: Natural Flyer, Mean Swing , Deft Dodger
3 and below lose a life,
15 and above to hit target
AC: 20
+8 to bludger hits
Targets Hit: 1
Total Roll: 26! hit!
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I tried to be perfect it just wasn't worth it…............ ............. ................... ...................... .................................... ........... ........
Nothing could ever be so wrong…............... ................... ..............
It's hard to believe me, it never gets easy
…...................... ................................... ................ ...............................I guess I knew that all along ............…That I’m better off on my own

 

[Cinnabun Gryffie]

♂First Year♂Slytherin♂Half-Blood♂Single♂Wearing♂

Joshua frowned when the older boy hit the target hard. The younger boy scoffed in annoyance, then flew after another Bludger. He frowned as he followed it, this one making him work a bit harder. The young Slytherin swung his bat, hoping to finally prove himself on the Pitch.

Position: Beater
AC: 12
Modifiers: +2
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Dang Healthy, Deft Dodger
Lives: [✜] [✜] [✜] [✜]
Total Roll: 21
Total Hits: 1/4

{OoC:}