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Salem Witches' Institute [Harry Potter]

I was putting off filling in the new parts of the CS but its's finally done. Dor's here again.

Dorado Schmitz

|DORADO SCHMITZ|

Name:

Dorado Schmitz(Please, please, please just call him Dor)

Gender:

Male

Age:

16

Year:

6

Blood:

O positive Pureblood

House:

Good

Pet:

His mother has a doberman named Nebula and she is just the sweetest most beautiful dog in the world, yes she is

Electives:

Muggle Studies
Care of Magical Creatures
Apparition

Clubs:

Magical Creatures Club
Potions Club
Quidditch - Beater

Boggart:

His older self being greedy, corrupt, complacent

Patronus:

Gorilla

Amortentia:

The scent of the worn leather on a good quaffle, the sweet smoky scent of saguaro fruit syrup cooked over mesquite, and the mixture of feed, droppings, smoke, dirt, and herbs that surrounds the area for most Magical Creatures lessons.

Wand:

12 1/4" Sequoia with dragon heart string, reasonably supple

Best Class:

Care of Magical Creatures
Potions

Worst Class:

Astronomy
Apparition
Defense Against the Dark Arts

Strengths:

Confident
Remembers just about everyone he meets
He can put on the charm
Knowledge of Potions gained from his mother
Has nothing to hide
Athletic and flying ability

He can cast his spells with a steady intent and hand so they rarely falter
His personality with his wand makes for more flamboyant spells and he can scale up the magnitude easily.

Weaknesses:

Showoff
Can't take a loss
Some are put off by his cockiness
Speaks for others even when they'd prefer he doesn't
Self-righteous and judgmental
Shameless and fails to see wy he needs to apologize

There is little subtlety to his spell-casting. He doesn't have a good sense for how much energy something requires and he can overdo it. This trouble with scaling back will also hinder his nonverbal casting.
He takes time to learn a spell, having to work with it more than most.

Personality:

Dorado is sure of himself in almost every degree. He was rarely denied anything growing up and quickly found that he's good at what he likes to do. That's not to say he doesn't work for it, he does. He's just lucky enough to have that extra bit of talent adding to what he accomplishes. He's a social person, enjoying conversing with people of different backgrounds and learning from them. He strives to treat everyone with the respect they deserve. Dor loves attention and is not afraid to stand out with what he does. He'll answer any question in class, pull impressive maneuvers on the Quidditch pitch, and often speak out loud and at length of his various accomplishments. However, he'll gladly play up the accomplishments of others as well, especially his friends. So long as he's the one who gets to tell the story. He can be a competitive guy, enjoying proving that he's better at Potions or Quidditch or chess, and he finds it very difficult to be a graceful loser when he's bested.

Despite his best efforts to be respectful towards all, he often falls short. He's not only confident in his own judgment and beliefs, but can be rather self-righteous when it comes to the treatment of non-wizards, letting him conveniently overlook the lack of respect he's currently showing for a witch or wizard. He considers himself above those who lack both talent and the work ethic to make up for a lack of talent. He figures there's no excuse to not be good at something. Adding to his list of shortcoming in the respect department is the way he can be with girls. Not that he thinks women are inferior. His mother is a clear example of why that's absolutely idiotic. No, he's just a teenage boy who often overlooks the feelings and personalities of young women in his quest to get some action. But it's harmless, it's not like he's actually gone after another girl while in a relationship. Well... except that one time. It's clear that despite his well-meaning values, he's still got a lot of learning to do about humans and magical creatures alike before he can truly make a difference.

He enjoys a good party and a good time. Being around people is an enjoyable experience for him and he never passes up an opportunity to make a new connection. He waves away any concerns that he could damage his reputation for the future with a favorite quote from his father: "No politician is to be trusted. But I'd take one who's flaws I can see over one who seems flawless."

Likes:(At least three)

Girls
Sports and physical activity (Quidditch, basketball, swimming)
Wizard's chess
The outdoors
Parties
Challenges
Rainy days
Magical creatures
Potions

Dislikes:(At least three)

Willful Ignorance
Losing
Being told he can't do something
Being alone for too long
Astronomy
Snow (the first few times it was great, but after that...)
Being called by his full name
Zephyr James

Fears:

Becoming a representative in the Republic only to grow complacent and corrupt.
Muggle automobiles. The words "screaming metal death trap" come to mind.

Biography:(At least two paragraphs)

Dorado was raised by relatively average magical parents though his mother is a fairly gifted witch. In her time at school she was in Warren, a skilled potioneer and head of the Astronomy Club. His father, in Good, was never too skilled in magic. Despite that he managed to charm the young witch working at Foxglove and Mushrooms in his seventh year. The two later moved to Arizona and run their own apothecary outside of Tucson.

Growing up an only child, Dorado has always considered himself something special. His parents' love and full support gave him the confidence and to after any goal he had, no matter how small or how outlandish it may be. His parents allowed him to learn for himself what was within his limits rather than squash his dreams outright. His parents' apothecary served as the primary source of potions and ingredients in much of the area between Texas and California, and as such his mother often had to restock. From an early age, Dorado was fascinated by the man who dealt in ingredients from magical creatures. He came in every month with wild stories and great quantities of ingredients for his mother. As he grew up and slowly got to know the man that was Ezra Noyer, he learned more and more about the magical natural world. Specifically, how unhappy it was with wizard-kind.

When it came time to go to Salem Witch's Institute, Dorado was overjoyed at the idea of finally learning more about magical creatures for himself as well as the art to which his mother had devoted her life. As he continued his time at Hogwarts, a few things became very clear to him. One was that, as a whole, the world wizarding community was irresponsible in its interactions with non-wizards. He also began to think that he was the one who would do something about it. It also became clear to him that he was good at Quidditch and that that got him attention from girls. He chose his classes in his third year with the intention of one day going on to represent the interests of magical beings and muggles alike. After graduating from Salem Witch's Institute he plans to either attend a Muggle University or spend a few years assisting Mr. Noyer in his work, perhaps one then the other. Following that he wishes to become a representative in the Republic once he feels he really understands these outside parties.

Let me know if I need to fix anything, @Apokalipse

Of Monsters and Men [Modern Fantasy]

Interested

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That reminds me, I still need set up relationships with most of your characters

Pokemon Colosseum: The Light Extinguished

You got my interest

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Yeah we do. I'll send a PM at lunch time and see what we come up with

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And I got my post up.

With deepest apologies to Mr. Fawn.

Also @OldManWong, since this is your character's first year I'm not sure what you would do with your relations sheet. But hey, I'll PM and we can set up a meeting for our characters if you want.

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Zeke Rios

Location: Grey Cabin then Main Hall - Meeting Room
Interacting With:
Stacey Hampton @HushedWhispers, Casper Fawn @SunsetWanderer, Lilian Ashbourne @Wintergrey, Chase Jackson @McHaggis, Alec Nichols @HaleyTheRandom

Zeke was alone in the cabin, leaning over the desk with his hands on each of the edges holding him up. He was staring down at a whiteboard he had removed from the wall about an hour earlier. On the white board were three separate lists. The first was his own list of tasks for the day listed in chronological order and color-coded by importance. It was the first day of camp so nearly everything on the list was written in the black that meant they were everyday routine things like meals or the green of "suggested" activities. The laid back nature of the camp meant those would be the two main colors of that list all summer. One item on that list did stand out. Written in red over an attempt to write in black and partially erase it to make gray was the team leader meeting he had to attend in a few minutes.

He still wasn't entirely sure why we was Team Leader, but somebody had to do it. It wasn't as big a deal among Team Grey as, say, Team Blue. No matter what they said, half of the team would just do what they wanted anyway. Still, something in him believed he could so something good with the position. The second was his updated list of ideas on what to do with his team. At the top in yellow capital letters was the obvious course of action. Something like that was much easier said than done though. The third and shortest list was of course things to bring up at the meeting. There wasn't much to it except ideas suggested to him by other members of his team, or ideas thought up to appeal to one particular interest or another.

He was currently beating himself up over the complete lack of ideas he had for the meeting coming up in a few minutes. His stomach growled, a reminder that he had force himself to skip breakfast in order to work on that third list. Despite that, he hadn't managed to expand the list all morning. It occurred to him just then that going to breakfast and talking to some teammates about it would have been actually been smarter. If no one else surely Sable and Katsuya would have plenty to say. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair as he pulled away from the desk and stood. He managed to stopped a stream of curses before they started. Getting mad at himself for doing something as a result of getting mad at himself was not the best way to start the summer. He took a breath as his phone vibrated on the desk. He picked up the phone and couldn't help but laugh.

To: Zeke
From: Danny
Fell out of a tree. Guess I have to go see the nurse... ;)

His step-brother had come along to Camp Liberty last year and the eleven year old boy had probably broken the record for most nurse visits in a summer. There was no doubt 95% of those visits were excuses to ogle Cynthia. It was a few seconds later that Rashad's voice could be heard calling the team ladder's to a meeting. With a sigh, Zeke looked over the board once more, his eyes drawn to the yellow words at the top of list two. He quickly copied the list for meeting points on a scrap of paper and stuffed it in the pocket of his shorts. He pulled on a light grey button up shirt, carefully rolling up the sleeves as he did so. With a quick look in the mirror to adjust his hair, he was out the door.

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Zeke was one of the last to enter the room, seating himself quietly at his seat. While Stacey and Rashad fought for control of the floor, Jaz, the counselor for his team gave him a huge grin and waved mouthing "hi." He returned a small smile and waved back. At Rashad's prompting introduced himself. "I'm Ezekiel. Grey team leader." He then watched as Stacey once again wrestled the discussion away from Rashad. He leaned forward, his elbow on the table and his hand on his chin. With his other hand he pulled his coin out of his pocket and began walking it across his knuckles as Stacey spoke. While disrupting the flow of the meeting wasn't the best way to have the meeting, he did like her list. The list itself that is. It was clear she had put some thought into it. It was some of the items on the list he was less sure of. Between the horror movie night and the more intense capture the flag it was definitely something more geared towards her team. It made sense, he supposed. The best way to get her team involved would be to get them interested. He couldn't say he disagreed with her points though. Camp Rock was awful, and the talent show and theme party sounded like things everyone would enjoy.

Chase seemed to agree with him, though from the way she spoke she didn't sound sure. She tossed a few ideas into the ring, but again she was uncertain. Then Casper who spoke up. Of course Team Blue would want to keep everything the same. It was in their best interests to keep the same environment that had led to their past wins. And yet they had one of the least competitive of their group as leader. Despite his opposition opposition to Stacey's idea he made some good alternatives, Zeke had to admit. His fear of paintball was pretty weak though. It did sound like fun. The party theme didn't make much difference to Zeke personally. He figured people would enjoy one as much as another so long as there was a theme.

Overall this meeting, was going as expected. That was until Casper stood once more and launched into a small speech about Team Blue changing their behavior and reputation. Now that would be a change to see. It was good to hear that someone among that group felt they needed to change. But Zeke had his doubts. Had Casper even discussed this with his team yet? "I don't know, Casper. I don't think most of your team respects you enough to-" The look from Jaz and the other counselors made him cut off his sentence as he realized too late that was not something to have said out loud. Especially in front of the other team leaders. Especially coming from the quiet kid. Fuck.

Zeke's mouth snapped shut, and he turned his face down to stare at the coin dancing across his knuckles.

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Nolan nodded when answering Caelum's question. "From what I've heard, you usually just end up doing something the teachers don't feel like doing themselves." He paused then realized that wasn't entirely accurate. Sure his brothers had stories of interesting detentions (well except Gus of course), but those were just the only ones they talked about. No, he was sure Roy had once said it was usually just extra school work or lines.

The younger woman, the groundskeeper, finally spoke up and told them what they were to do. A tiny silver lily. Seemed simple enough, so long as he remembered not to eat it or pick the wrong plant. Well it was much simpler than any of what he'd sat through today. He took his pouch and looked around and spotted a few of the plants growing within sight. The flowers weren't too abundant, but it was clear that it was common enough for all the students to at least fill their pouch halfway. Simple.

He couldn't help but wonder what the plant would be used for. It didn't seem to be too uncommon so maybe it was for a simple potion. "What's the plant going to be used for?" He went ahead and asked. If blurting out the first question that came to mind was okay in Professor Quinn's class, there shouldn't be a problem here.

Salem Witches' Institute [Harry Potter]

Hmm so is it too late to bring in my old character after all?

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Awesome, I'll start writing up a post when I can. Anyone want to discuss relations? The other grey team members as well as those who have been coming to the camp since forever are probably the best to get right away. I got some other business to take care of but PM me! I'll get around to hopefully everyone the rest of this week.