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Ocean Rescue

Hey,
1 - this looks like an AWESOME RP!
2 - any chance this is still open?
3 - The Greatest Showman is awesome! And likewise the Soundtrack got me out of a depression at the start of this year. Listen to it whenever I feel down.

Mahoutokoro School of Magic

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Josh stumbled out of the fireplace trunk and owl cage in tow, still uncomfortable with floo travel. He bent double resting his hands on his knees to draw in some deep breaths, eyes squeezed shut. The psychedelic flashes of the sheer number of fireplaces he had to pass to reach Tokyo from Fiji where he had been learning concealment charms from his father as the New Zealand Ministry helped strengthen the charms hiding the fire crab reservation from an increasing number of muggle (now he was back in Japan he’d have to remember to can them Nijū again!) tourists. Stomach settled he straightened up and beat at the soot that had accumulated on his trousers. Damn not being able to use Scourgify outside of school!

He hauled his trunk out of Mitsuwa onto the platform, accompanied by some hoots from Marama. “Shush you!” he jokingly scorned. “Don’t make me cast Silencio on you again!” The owl looked alarmed before cocking her head to own side in an victorious attempt to be adorable. The young wizard smiled and hauled his trunk along the platform weaving between the many bustling students and their accompanying families. He was always prepared for a handful of ‘looks’ from the prestigious Japanese families at the New Zealander attending their renowned school, yet it still stung especially as his parents’ could never see him off. But the bewildered expression of a pretty handsome first year distracted his morbid thoughts and he smiled to the newbie with a wink, remembering how awestruck he was by the station in his first year.

It was nearly a whole minute before he spotted someone he knew. He gave a wave to Demetria as he approached, Mara hooting in delight. He rolled his eyes, why did both his and Kalder’s owls love her so? He rolled up to them with a grin. “Happy New Year guys!” he then realised what he’d said and panicked. “I – er – mean school year. You know what I mean.” He gave a nervous laugh. Why was he so bloody awkward?! Well the answer was obvious. His close friend Demi was ridiculously hot, popular AND the captain of the Quidditch team. He often wondered why she was friends with the likes of the nerdy him. If they weren’t in the same house he doubted she’d notice him. But then again she was delightfully down to earth and it was lovely to be able to talk to someone else so far from home. As for her boyfriend. Well. The crush had been there since day one. The blonde locks and English accent had initially made the Kiwi’s insides go to mush. But he had learned to lessen that emotion over the years since they started dating and he had needed to spend more time around the Brit outside of their Magical Language classes.

“Have a good time back in the States Demi?” he asked as he hugged his friend and smiled at Kalder,
"Sure did!" she replied happily, a bright smile on her face. "I missed my dad and my brothers a lot; not to mention the comfort of being back home with those you know." Josh grinned in response, "Same!" Whilst he was an only child he had loved spending time with his parents again and knew that they'd love to meet her in person one day.

Looking around he noticed a near-empty compartment in the metallic bullet train that had always awed him since his first visit here 5 years ago. Josh grabbed his trunk and an alarmed Mara, “there’s only one person in that booth” he urged the couple. “See you on there?” He said with a cheeky grin before leaping aboard the train. He stowed his luggage, passed Mara a cheek treat and found his way to the compartment he’d spotted from outside. He was always desperate for a window seat. His fascination for underwater only fuelled by this annual trip. Growing up on the coast and island hopping with his father on assignment with many a magical creature he had always had a passion for the ocean. He was now a trained junior scuba diver in the muggle world as well as electing to study both Care of Magical Creatures and Magical Languages, where he was slowly picking apart Mermish.

He pressed a simple button and the door slid open to reveal the Chinese guy from his language class. “Hey, Aniyan right?” he asked with an awkward wave. “Mind if I join you?”

Gender Transformation Roleplay

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Mahoutokoro School of Magic

Josh Parata

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THE BASICS

Name:

Joshua Parata (First name/Family name)

Gender:

Male

Orientation:

Homosexual

Age:

16

Blood:

Pure

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Style

6’1” with bushy brows and a cheeky smile. He’s transfigured his hair into a reddish barnet just because he can. His maori heritage barely shows but he can quicly sport a tan in the spring. shows through his ’s a Whilst back home he’d happily chill out in shorts, vest and thongs his mother has instilled in him a sense of pride in his appearance whenever in a situation of importance, of which the prestigious school was one. He is therefore normally found in smart casual get up, jeans or chinos with a shirt or jumper along with either brogues or boots. He is therefore also a sucker for keeping up to date with Mugg- Nijū fashion and frequently has new season care packages sent from home.

Background:

The only child of two very differing parents, Josh has a eclectic personality. His father, a quiet bookish Antipodean Opaleye concealment expert for the New Zealand Ministry of Magic, instilled a love of the outdoors, herbology and Magizoology with frequent expeditions into the awe-inspiring wilderness of his country and breeding fire crabs for re-release in Fiji. However, his mother was a far more outgoing character, both an emergency response healer and talented potion maker. This has resulted in a child both reserved and studious but also adventurous and fun-loving, a mixture of complimentary traits from both parents.
The were obviously both elated to find their tutoring had paid of and their son was going to the Mahoutokoro School of Magic.

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SCHOOL RECORDS

House:

Chi

Year:

Sixth Year

Robe:

Ocean Blue

Electives:

• Care of Magical Creatures
• Magical Languages
• Magical Government

Favorite Class:

Transfiguration. The empitomy of magic!

Least Favorite Class:

History of Magic. Snore.

Extracurriculars:

He doesn't really do much in terms of extra-curricular clubs mostly spending free time reading, studying or transfiguring to order for fellow students. His only sociable activities really are helping care for the magical creatures and helping organise guest speakers for the school’s lecture series. Controversially, he’s not really into even watching Quidditch *gasp!*.

Wand:

An older unclaimed Shikoba Wolfe wand from the early 20th Century. Fir wand that's 1 inches in length with a thunderbird tail feather core.
There is no doubt that this wood, coming as it does from the most resilient of trees, produces wands that demand staying power and strength of purpose in their true owners, and that they are poor tools in the hands of the changeable and indecisive. Fir wands are particularly suited to transfiguration, and favour owners of focused, strong-minded and, occasionally, intimidating demeanour. Wolfe wands are powerful but difficult to master, and apparently good for transfiguration work. Wands with Thunderbird tail feather cores, like the birds the feathers are taken from, are able to sense danger and can cast curses on their own. Wands with Thunderbird tail feather cores have been known to fire curses pre-emptively when supernatural dangers are present.

Pet:

Josh has both a pet niffler called Amahau who is highly precious in guarding his valuables although naturally curious and a laughing owl (Sceloglaux albifacies), also known as whēkau or the white-faced owl, an endemic owl of New Zealand. Nijū believe the species to be extinct and the New Zealand Ministry of Magic would like to keep it that way to help ensure the continued concern over endemic species in the non-magical community.

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EXTRAS

Miscellaneous:

He does not yet know what career he wants… his mother’s largest concern.

FC= KJ Apa

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Mahoutokoro School of Magic

@Fabricant451 My bad! Corrected now - had used for formatting as always been dodgy at that...

Mahoutokoro School of Magic

Thoughts?

Josh Parata

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THE BASICS

Name:

Joshua Parata (First name/Family name)

Gender:

Male

Orientation:

Homosexual

Age:

16

Blood:

Pure

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Style

6’1” with bushy brows and a cheeky smile. He’s transfigured his hair into a reddish barnet just because he can. His maori heritage barely shows but he can quicly sport a tan in the spring. shows through his ’s a Whilst back home he’d happily chill out in shorts, vest and thongs his mother has instilled in him a sense of pride in his appearance whenever in a situation of importance, of which the prestigious school was one. He is therefore normally found in smart casual get up, jeans or chinos with a shirt or jumper along with either brogues or boots. He is therefore also a sucker for keeping up to date with Mugg- Nijū fashion and frequently has new season care packages sent from home.

Background:

The only child of two very differing parents, Josh has a eclectic personality. His father, a quiet bookish Antipodean Opaleye concealment expert for the New Zealand Ministry of Magic, instilled a love of the outdoors, herbology and Magizoology with frequent expeditions into the awe-inspiring wilderness of his country and breeding fire crabs for re-release in Fiji. However, his mother was a far more outgoing character, both an emergency response healer and talented potion maker. This has resulted in a child both reserved and studious but also adventurous and fun-loving, a mixture of complimentary traits from both parents.
The were obviously both elated to find their tutoring had paid of and their son was going to the Mahoutokoro School of Magic.

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SCHOOL RECORDS

House:

Chi

Year:

Sixth Year

Robe:

Ocean Blue

Electives:

• Care of Magical Creatures
• Magical Languages
• Magical Government

Favorite Class:

Transfiguration. The empitomy of magic!

Least Favorite Class:

History of Magic. Snore.

Extracurriculars:

He doesn't really do much in terms of extra-curricular clubs mostly spending free time reading, studying or transfiguring to order for fellow students. His only sociable activities really are helping care for the magical creatures and helping organise guest speakers for the school’s lecture series. Controversially, he’s not really into even watching Quidditch *gasp!*.

Wand:

An older unclaimed Shikoba Wolfe wand from the early 20th Century. Fir wand that's 1 inches in length with a thunderbird tail feather core.
There is no doubt that this wood, coming as it does from the most resilient of trees, produces wands that demand staying power and strength of purpose in their true owners, and that they are poor tools in the hands of the changeable and indecisive. Fir wands are particularly suited to transfiguration, and favour owners of focused, strong-minded and, occasionally, intimidating demeanour. Wolfe wands are powerful but difficult to master, and apparently good for transfiguration work. Wands with Thunderbird tail feather cores, like the birds the feathers are taken from, are able to sense danger and can cast curses on their own. Wands with Thunderbird tail feather cores have been known to fire curses pre-emptively when supernatural dangers are present.

Pet:

Josh has both a pet niffler called Amahau who is highly precious in guarding his valuables although naturally curious and a laughing owl (Sceloglaux albifacies), also known as whēkau or the white-faced owl, an endemic owl of New Zealand. Nijū believe the species to be extinct and the New Zealand Ministry of Magic would like to keep it that way to help ensure the continued concern over endemic species in the non-magical community.

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EXTRAS

Miscellaneous:

He does not yet know what career he wants… his mother’s largest concern.

FC= KJ Apa

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Pokemon in the real world

Felix raised his eyebrows in compliment at the impressive Noivern that emerged from it’s ball, pretending not to have noticed a brooding look that passed between Connor has his own Eeveelution. Maybe this guy wasn’t as friendly as he made out… Felix was especially concerned with the staring from Umbreon to Vaporeon…

He pulled a small microfibre towel from his bag as Connor took a phone call. He towel dried his Vaporeon, keeping one ear out on Connor’s conversation, blushing as he caught Connor’s glance, quickly looking away now with his own secretive smile. His Vaporeon cocked it’s head at his expression and nudged his hand to continue the rub down.

He was caught off guard by Connor’s question regarding legendary pokemon. “Erm... yeah I heard that” He was not sure what to say. He was a scientist and ran on fact so did not want to speculate on the existence on a range of creatures who wielded powers beyond the imaginations of humanity.

He stood up while he thought and drew his Lapras back into its pokeball leaving his VUlpix and Vaporeon to flank him. “Well I’m not really sure but fancy an explanation while we go and check out the gym opening?”. He made towards the edge of the park with his pokemon trotting in tow and took a deep breath.

“I was diving in the Pacific, filming Sharpedoes, in the middle of nowhere.” He stopped to emphasis his point, “Literally no land for hundreds of miles.” He then carried on with a more dreamlike look on his face. “We picked up an unknown frequency. It was similar to a whale song but of an unknown species. Our sonar then picked up an enormous mass deep beneath the ship moving at an incredible speed. The shape was like nothing any of us had seen before and the other members of the team put it down to a sonar distortion and a mass shoal of smaller fish in a safety response to the new predators. But I knew better. I knew that shape as familiar. Kyogre.” They had reached the edge of the park and picked up his Vulpix to cross the road.

“But the thought of a creature with such power and no reason to be benevolent is terrifying and who’d believe me anyway?” he finished with a shrug. They’d now reached the new gym but Felix led Connor and their pokemon around the swarming crowds desperate for one of the limited seats to a side entrance. He flashed his press ID at the security and led Connor inside. “So what’s your view on the these legendaries?” he asked as they emerged from a corridor into the light of an large arena.

Odox - Generation 99

Ithny threw a furtive glance behind him as he slipped through the tunnels. His scales ground against the stone floor as he manoeuvred his muscular form through each twist and turn. He was still in shock at the evening's events.

He'd transferred from jovial drinks with friends to watching his house burn within the hour. He wiped another tear at the loss of his home that held his life's memories and works. In between both of these moments he'd witnessed an elf get high off werewolf venom and helped a newly bitten vampire victim escape her killers. He was wondering how much his ambassadorship would protect him as the situation escalated. He'd spent the last few hours at the embassy helping to coordinate his people's response to the attack at Spark by the orcs and then Blind Hill, his home, by the humans. He'd been lucky to escape harm, his ambassador ID granting him safe passage through the barricade along with the handful of other naga that lived nearby. However, he could not stop thinking about that poor vampire victim and that damn elf.

Which had led to here. Him sneaking around the tunnels repeating the route they'd done last night in the blind stupid hope that he'd find one of them ok. He stopped and dropped his head. What was he thinking?! He wasn't going to bump into two random people in a maze of underground tunnels in the middle of social unrest. Such an idiot.

He sighed and turned, heading toward the one place that he knew would be unchanged by the chaos above. A place where he could forget what had transpired this evening and drown his soul. The place where it all started.

Pokemon in the real world

He shook the stranger’s proffered hand and couldn’t help but notice the deep shimmering blue of his eyes, a stark contrast to the grey of his own. He hoped he wasn’t blushing as he sat down beside the man and nodded in confirmation at the mention of his Vulpix being an ice type. The white fox jumped onto his lap and padded in a circle before nestling down as Felix ran his hands through the exceptionally thick fur.

At the guy’s shout he followed his gaze to note the disappearing Gyrados fins through the water along with streams of water dripping off his Lapras. The large Pokemon turned toward him with, what can only be described as, the sassiest side eye possible, before diving once more to graze on the lake weeds, choosing to ignore the large sea dragon nearby.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s used to someone else messing around” Felix pointed out, motioning his head toward the Vaporeon that had walked up the shore toward them. Before he could say anything it shook its fur free of water sending droplets flying, splattering both humans, Umbreon and Vulpix with a spray of water droplets.

Felix laughed but stifled it to scold the eeveelution. “Now that was naughty!” he reprimanded the water type with a pointed figure, raised voice and scowling expression. Turning to the stranger again, “I guess it’s my turn to apologise. I’m Felix by the way.”

Odox - Generation 99

Ithy shivered in the cold night air, he may have just slithered as fast as his scales could take him but was still cold-blooded. However, the appraising look of approval from the elf warmed the pit of his stomach. The exclamation of the woman quickly brought the realisation of their situation crashing back down upon him.

The naga watched in panic as the elf contacted no other than Minister Feandra! What was he thinking? Yet as the conversation unravelled it was obvious that they had a special relationship that suddenly was no longer a danger but could actually be a saviour. "Try Blind Hill..." The ambassador had a home there. Ideally located for many embassy staff as a show of impartiality. He nodded in response to the elf and realised he must speak to reassure the poor woman that along with her transformation, the magic of the elf he was quite an imposing figure, especially for those that had never spent any time with naga before. "And this is... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

"Ambassador Ithnesi Rarrisa," he replied. "But can we wait to be somewhere more secure and private for formal introductions?" He tugged his collar up around his neck against the cold with a glance toward the horizon as it started to brighten. "I know somewhere safe in Blind Hill but we need to hurry", he demanded with a nod toward the woman, "because you won't want to be out at dawn and unfortunately for us all, we're the only people you can trust right now..."

He turned and slithered quickly down an alley. When you were a naga you needed to know the 'less-well-travelled' ways in and out of the city.

Optional - let me know if you want it in or out?
He quickly slid up the tree onto his balcony and unlocked the numerous bolts on his front door whilst he waited for his bipedal companions to climb the ladders.

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