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

[The Shiny Furret]

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Kyson looked behind him, spotting Devonte heading his way. The older boy attempted a steal, but he dove down and avoided it, but just barely. He would have to be more careful. With a confident grin, he continued down the field.

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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.

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Slytherin Chaser
Nat. Flyer | Good Arm | Swift Swipe
AC: 12 | Mods: +2
Posts to the Goals: (2/3)
Final Roll: -- (?)
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[Deviled Dregs]

Third Year │ Slytherin │ Chaser

He tried again.

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Position: Chaser
AC: 14
Modifiers: +4 to stealing and scoring
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm
Lives: x x x
Posts to goal: /3
Final roll: 16 (STEAL)

 

[Deviled Dregs]

Third Year │ Slytherin │ Chaser

Able to grab the ball this time, he headed towards the goals.

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Position: Chaser
AC: 14
Modifiers: +4 to stealing and scoring
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm
Lives: x x x
Posts to goal: 1/3
Final roll:

 

[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 scowled and went after Devonte.

OOC:
Position: Chaser
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:
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...

 

[shabatha]

Sata Snow
Slytherin~~~Third Year~~~Reserve Chaser~~~PureBlood

We are who we are ~ Shoot, I'm late...
Even if we are not who we want ~ Slytherin Team
Or where we want ~ Pitch

Sata fought a few audible curses as he ran down to the pitch. He wasn't sure if he was late yet, but he didn't want to be... But as he neared he heard the whack of bludgers being hit and knew he had barely missed to late limit... He definitely cursed that time as he jogged onto the pitch. He tried to calm himself as he took a paper and filled it out. He was going to be waiting a bit. Dammit!

Username: shabatha
Character's Name: Sata Snow
House: Slytherin
Year: Third
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: No
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2
Any Special Skill: Swift Swipe, Good Arm, Mean Swing
First Choice Position: Chaser
Second Choice Position: Beater

((Sorry I'm late... I feel like such an arse for being just a little late...))

 

[Deviled Dregs]

Third Year │ Slytherin │ Chaser

He dodged Evander's attempt at a steal, flying closer and closer to the goals.

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Position: Chaser
AC: 14
Modifiers: +4 to stealing and scoring
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm
Lives: x x x
Posts to goal: 2/3
Final roll:

 

[murruelecreuset]

Location: Pitch - Slytherin Try-outs

Once Ashley gave them the run down, Mira hopped onto her broom and got ready. She was targeting the three chasers, easy enough. Seeing Devonte doing eagerly well she wasn't going to make it easy on him to score on Benjamin. Taking aim at him the fifth year swung at one of the bludgers attempting to get her first hit on him. With some luck maybe she could get off to a good start. After what happened at the feast, Mira sure did hope so. If not this whole year was going to be declared as a write off.

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

Wearing: Try-out Clothes

OOC: Position - Beater Devonte, Kyson, and Evander
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]  

[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 tried again, undeterred.

OOC:
Position: Chaser
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:
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...

 

[Deviled Dregs]

Third Year │ Slytherin │ Chaser

Devonte cursed under his breath as he was hit by a bludger, but paid little attention to it as he dodged again and threw the ball towards the hoops, ignoring the pain in his side.

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Position: Chaser
AC: 14
Modifiers: +4 to stealing and scoring (-1 due to injuries)
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm
Lives: x x
Posts to goal: /3
Final roll: 5

 

[mc2]

Lives:
Modifiers: SAME AS ABOVE

Position: Keeper
No. of Goals Blocked: 00
No. of Goals Missed: 00

Roll: XXX (+7) = XX

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When the quaffle came his way, Benjamin raced forward reaching out in an attempt to catch it. He so better, because it was only a third year, though he supposed it really was probably only practice. After all no one else really was fighting him to try to be keeper.  

[mc2]

Lives:
Modifiers: SAME AS ABOVE

Position: Keeper
No. of Goals Blocked: 01
No. of Goals Missed: 00

Roll: 7 (+7) = 14

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Benjamin smirked as he caught the quaffle, and then sighed and decided to toss the quaffle towards Evander, the brat who was always hanging around bruja Wendy. Chased her around like some puppy, if you asked him. It was weird. Maybe the kid had a crush or something. Though Benjamin couldn't imagine what was the slightest attractive about Wendy. Whatever. "Vander, look sharp," He said tossing the quaffle Vander's way.

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The Forgotten Weasley

 

[Deviled Dregs]

Third Year │ Slytherin │ Chaser

The blonde Slytherin was a bit disappointed that he had missed, but he didn't expect much when that sharp burst of pain flew up his side as he was throwing the ball. Damn bludgers. He looked to Evander, hoping that maybe he could intercept and give it another go.

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Position: Chaser
AC: 14
Modifiers: +4 to stealing and scoring (-1)
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm
Lives: x x
Posts to goal: /3
Final roll: 5 (miss)

 

[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 shot forward to catch the quaffle before Devonte could intercept the pass, and smirked as he succeeded. Now he made for the goal himself.

OOC:
Position: Chaser
AC: 18
Mods: +6 Catching Snitch, +4 Spotting Snitch
Special Skills: Great Catch, Deft Dodger, Natural Flyer
Lives: (X) (X) (X)
Posts to Goal: 1/3
Goals Made: 0

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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...