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

[Deviled Dregs]

Third Year │ Slytherin │ Chaser

He tried once more.

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OOC:

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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: 15 (miss)

 

[murruelecreuset]

Location: Pitch - Slytherin Try-outs

With one success, Mira wanted to continue that momentum. When Benjamin caught the quaffle and sent it to Evander she smiled. It would give her a reason to hit him. Even if Mira didn't have the biggest problem with him she was going to enjoy aiming a hit at him just for fun. Taking a swing she aimed her next hit at Mr. Lillantine.

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

Wearing: Try-out Clothes

OOC: Position - Beater Devonte, Kyson, and Evander
Aimed at Evander Total Roll: 13 MISS!
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: 1  

[mc2]

xxxxxxSera Maybelle Avery
<2nd Year Slytherin>

Playing Seeker

AC: 13
Mods: (+3 Spotting) (+3 Catching)
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes

Roll: 20 (+3 Spotting)(+3 Catching) = 23 (SNITCH SPOTTED)
Seeking: 2/03
Catching: xx/02

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Sera continued her race towards the snitch, feeling the pressure to get there that much faster as she noted her tail behind her: Kenny. She needed to prove herself.  

[Essy ze Ninja]

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Tristan had a hard time finding the right chance to jump into action; he hovered on his broom and zipped in the skies. The chasers battled for possession of the quaffle in center field. Finally, a bludger spiraled towards him and he whipped his bat forward to redirect its path towards Evander.

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AC: 13
(+3 to hitting) (+3 to flying)
HP: ═ ═ ═ ═ 100%
Aiming At: Evander miss
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[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 dodged Devonte, a bludger from Mira, and a bludger from Tristan. Thrilled with his success, he continued on his way.

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: 2/3
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...

 

[The Shiny Furret]

★ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ★ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ★



Shoot! Devonte stole the ball from him, and before he could even turn himself around and go after him, he made a shot towards the goals. He missed, sure, but he still stole the Quaffle from him. Kyson scowled, then flew up behind Evander, making an attempt to steal the ball from the older boy.

★ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ★ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ★
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 Chaser
Nat. Flyer | Good Arm | Swift Swipe
AC: 12 | Mods: +2
Posts to the Goals: (-/3)
Final Roll: 8 (miss)
★ | ★ | ★

 

[murruelecreuset]

Location: Pitch - Slytherin Try-outs

Taking a deep breath Mira wasn't about it give up. Evander wasn't that hard to hit. She just needed to concentrate. Lining herself up with another bludger she knew he was getting close to the goal again. Swinging at it she attempted to hit Evander once again before he took a shot at the goal.

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

Wearing: Try-out Clothes

OOC: Position - Beater Devonte, Kyson, and Evander
Aimed at Evander Total Roll: 22 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: 2  

[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 evaded the first year, Kyson, and got slammed in the abdomen by a bludger from Mira. Swearing under his breath, he took the shot at the goals.

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: 3/3
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...

 

[mc2]

xxxxxxSera Maybelle Avery
<2nd Year Slytherin>

Playing Seeker

AC: 13
Mods: (+3 Spotting) (+3 Catching)
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes

Roll: 20 (+3 Spotting)(+3 Catching) = 23 (SNITCH SPOTTED)
Seeking: 3/03
Catching: xx/02

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Sera continued forward just a little closer and the snitch would be in reach!  

[mc2]

Lives:
Modifiers: SAME AS ABOVE

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

Roll: xx (+7) = xx

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Already the quaffle was back to Benjamin. He sighed and before narrowing his eyes and rushing forward to block the goal. Being the only keeper hopeful in tryouts had a bad side-he had to play keeper for everyone which was twice the work. Ugh! Well he better block Wendy's little boyfriend or whatever he was goal. It would be pathetic of him otherwise.

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Lives:
Modifiers: SAME AS ABOVE

Position: Keeper
No. of Goals Blocked: 02
No. of Goals Missed: 00

Roll: 10 (+7) = 17

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Benjamin smiled when he caught the quaffle and then tossed the quaffle out to Kyson to make use of calling out, "Hey, Blondie look sharp!"

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The Shiny Furret

 

[The Shiny Furret]

★ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ★ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ★



Kyson sighed as he missed his steal by a long shot. He wouldn't give up, though. Now, he was more determined than ever to prove himself to the other team members. If it was any consolation, Evander missed his shot at the goals. The keeper, Benjamin, tossed the Quaffle to him, calling him Blondie in the process. Kyson made a face, caught the Quaffle, and took off down the Pitch. "Don't call me Blondie!" he shouted. The boy tucked the ball in close to his body, hoping to avoid any other steal attempts.

★ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ★ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ★
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 Chaser
Nat. Flyer | Good Arm | Swift Swipe
AC: 12 | Mods: +2
Posts to the Goals: (1/3)
Final Roll: -- (?)
★ | ★ | ★

 

[Deviled Dregs]

Third Year │ Slytherin │ Chaser

As Evander missed the goal, Devonte swooped in to try and grab the ball from the new first year, who was currently mad at his new nickname.

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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: 18 (STEAL)

 

[Deviled Dregs]

Third Year │ Slytherin │ Chaser

He easily grabbed the ball, hoping to get another shot at scoring.

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OOC:

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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: 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 went after Devonte in an attempt to steal from him.

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:
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...