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[Devlyn Maycry]

H A Y D E N ▼ "A H N N A" ▼ A T T E R B E R R Y

Sixth Year ▼Ravenclaw▼Prefect

We're about to be so much closer than
you thought that we could ever be.
Well, I'm sorry to say that I gave it away.
We'll I'm empty.
You're empty.



Ahnna arrived at the pitch and began her stretches. She sure hoped they won this game. She would hate to start her quidditch captain years out with a losing streak.


Position: Beater
AC: 20
Modifiers: +8 to swings
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Mean Swing, Deft Dodger
Life 1 Life 2 Life 3
Above AC to hit
Below a natural 3 hit self
Above 15 to save.
0-0



She's like a rock
and you keep chipping off a piece
to hold on to.
And there's gotta be,
gotta be something more than this.
In a life full of exits and entrances.

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[Essy ze Ninja]

GAVIN SELWYN __________
Fifth Year, Prefect _________
Ravenclaw Seeker____._____
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This was it, this had to be it. This was the game he was going to win; three time's the charm, right? He had high hopes for himself; the Gryffindor's seeker was notoriously unlucky. But thus far, his lucky hadn't been so well. Twice, he spotted the snitch, and twice, he would just barely miss it. And he didn't even have to worry about the beater's last game. His nerves were shot and every breath stuttered from his dry lips as he focused on his stretches and tried to clear his mind.

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Seeker
AC: 18
HP: ═ ═ ═ 100%
(+8 spotting/catching)
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Rolled:
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0 of 3 to chase
0 of 2 to catch
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00 - 00
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[Graydon Ironshield]

Fianna Grey
Gryffindor │ Sixth Year │ Sixteen Years Old │ Single │ Seeker

Lions v. Eagles Match

With a set and determined look on her face, Fianna prepared to take the field for the Lion's final match of the season. The game-face was the outward indicator she was mentally ready to do what was required of her. Her first match she managed to grab the Snitch, though only barely, and despite having just gotten over a nasty cold, she was all-business during the contest with the Snakes. Ravenclaw was down on their luck, but she wasn't fool enough to sell them short; it meant the Eagles would be hungry for a shot at Quidditch-redemption, to salvage their season and to avoid being swept. Having been on a team or two in the same situation, she understood 'hungry' quite well.

Given the current scores, Fianna knew what needed to be done. Gryffindor needed to score a minimum of one goal, and preferably four goals, to have a shot at sharing the Cup or squeaking out a victory, if she didn't get the Snitch, and assuming no goals were scored in the Badgers vs. Snakes match at the end of the season. Given that Gavin was at least as good a Seeker as she, Fianna didn't assume anything, but if Gryffindor wanted to control their own destiny, she needed to do her job efficiently, and the Chasers needed to put up points. If either of those didn't happen, Gryffindor would be bounced down to third place in the standings and out of the running for either the House or the Quidditch Cup, and the Lions hadn't outright won either since before the current crop of First Years were born.

As she took to the pitch, she saw her opposite number was already present, and she was the lone Lion. Pushing aside thoughts of what was on the line for her House and her hopes of a future career, Fianna started her warm-up routine, laser-focused on her preparations and what needed to be done.

OOC:
AC: 18
Modifiers: +8 to Spot and catch the Snitch
Special Skills: Great Catch, Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes
Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ]
Action:
Effect Value:
Results:

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[Cinnabun Gryffie]

✬Ƭнιя∂ Ƴєαя Rανєηcℓαω Ƈнαѕєя ✬ Ƒσυη∂єя & Ƈαρтαιη σƒ Aят Ƈℓυв✬

Dris walked onto the pitch for the game against Gryffindor, not entirely hopeful about the game. So far, they'd been beaten each and every time, and he wasn't sure if Gavin would be able to win against Fianna. She had always been fierce, after all... and Gavin hadn't been doing great lately, which made the brunette wonder. He bit his lip, then went to stretching, hoping this game would have a more favorable outcome.

AC: 15
Modifiers: +3 {Stealing} +3 {Shooting}
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Quidditch MTA
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Ƭσ Ƭнє Ɠσαℓѕ:x/3
Lives: [✬] [✬] [✬]  

[The Forgotten Weasley]

Abraham took Isaac's hand and led him to the lonesome hill.
While his daughter hid and watched,
She dare not breathe, she was so still.
Just as an angel cried for the slaughter,
Abraham's daughter raised her voice.
Then the angel asked her what her name was,
She said, "I have none."

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ravenclaw chaser │ seventh year prefect│ halfblood

Di couldn't control whether or not her team caught the snitch, but she could try to score on Gryffindor as much as possible during the game. Which she resolved to do. She joined her teammates in stretching before the game, mouth set in a grim line.

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Position: Chaser
AC: 20
Mods: +8 Scoring, +6 Stealing
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Deft Dodger
Lives: (X) (X) (X)
Post to Goal:
Number of Goals Made:

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Then he asked, "How can this be?"
"My father never gave me one."
And with his sword up, raised for the slaughter,
Abraham's daughter raised her bow.
"How darest you, child, defy your father?"
"You better let young Isaac go."

 

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Brianna Kaylie Overton
Gryffindor - Thirteen - Third Year - Chaser - Muggleborn
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Brianna stretched, her mind focused on positive thoughts and energy. If Gryffindor managed to win this game, they'd take the Cup. If they lost, they'd come in second to either Hufflepuff or Slytherin, which would completely suck and ruin their winning streak.

Armour Class: 13
Modifiers: (stealing +3) (scoring +3)
Skills: Good Arm, Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger
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Post: 0/3
Lives: [1] [2] [3]
Steal: > opponent’s AC
Score: > opponent’s roll







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I've got a f e e l i n g you could use a little smile, h o p i n g you could stay there for just a little while.
Makin' a lot of n o i s e up there, t h r o w your hands up in the air.

 

[MJ Spooks]

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ѕωєєт тαℓк, вυт ∂σи'т ιитιмι∂αтє нєяxxxxxxxxx
¢αи'т ѕтσρ тнє gσ∂ѕ fяσм єиgιиєєяιиgxxxxxx
fєєℓ иσ иєє∂ fσя αиу ιитєяfєяιиgxxx
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spacePersonally, Eve was pumped for this game. One might think that getting knocked out of a game would make her less excited, but then, Eve had never had a particularly 'normal' outlook when it came to Quidditch. Perks of being raised by a beater, she supposed. What really mattered was the fact that Gryffindor had won both their previous games. One more win, and they were golden! She had all the confidence in the world that Fianna would catch the snitch. The girl had been killing it this year. In the meantime, she was going to do everything she could to make that easier on the redhead. Namely, try to take out Gavin. If she could hit him half as hard as she'd hit herself last game, he'd be half dead before he could even spot. Cruel, maybe, but that was the sport.



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xxxxxxxxxxxx¢αи'т ѕтσρ тнє ѕριяιтѕ ωнєи тнєу иєє∂ уσυ
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Gryffindor Vice Captain
Position: Beater
AC: 20
Modifiers: (+8 to Hitting Bludgers)
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger
Lives:
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ACTION
Final Roll: xx
Score
00 to 00
TIED

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spaceBas followed Eve out onto the pitch, mentally trying to amp himself up. Unfortunately for him, it seemed like his vice captain had stolen all the positive energy she could from him. He'd swear she was already a vampire if A, it weren't daytime, and B, he didn't know enough vampires to know that's not how they worked. As it was, he wished he could find half her enthusiasm, because so far, he was lacking it. He hadn't had such a good season. Which shouldn't have been a big deal, except now he was worried for next year. He only had this game and one more season to catch the eye of a recruiter. If he didn't manage that, he'd have to walk into tryouts for a professional team without any edge, which significantly lowered his chances of getting scouted. All in all, he was wondering if he ought to worry more about his NEWTs than he had been. Maybe he'd be needing those grades after all. Sighing, he started his stretches, hoping that he'd have a better game this go around.



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xxxώhεṉ ÿøυ ṡṃïlε, ï ṃεlτ ïṉṡïḋε
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xxxxxxxxxxxxï'ṃ јεαløυṡ øƒ εṿεɾÿвøḋÿ ïṉ τhε ɾøøṃ


Position: Chaser
AC: 18
Modifiers: (+8 to Stealing and Scoring)
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe
Lives:
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ACTION
Final Roll: xx
Score
00 to 00
TIED

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[The Forgotten Weasley]

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly!
They go to the lake of fire and fry...
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July.
I knew a lady who came from Duluth;
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth-

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fourth year │ gryffindor chaser │ pureblood

Alec was pretty sure they were going to win. Not certain but like, pretty sure. Ravenclaw didn't exactly have the best track record. He joined his teammates and started stretching in preparation for the game about to start.

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Position: Chaser
AC: 18
Mods: +6 Stealing, +4 Scoring
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Dang Healthy
Lives: (X) (X) (X) (X)
Post to Goal:
Number of Goals Made: 0

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She went to her grave just a little too soon;
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon!
Now the people cry and the people moan...
And they look for a dry place to call their home.
And try to find some place to rest their bones-
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own.

 

[Winsome Fey]

I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby

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Where am I? Quidditch Pitch
Who am I with? Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff teams
What am I doing? Playing quidditch
What am I thinking? Game shouldn't be that bad.
What am I wearing? First Year Uniform
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Tyler leaned against his borrowed broom. He hoped that their last game would be a good one, but he wasn't holding his breath. Something told him that they were going to be swept this season.


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Position: Keeper
AC: 12
Modifiers: +4 for blocking the quaffle
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Hold the Line
Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ]


And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign