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Anger had fuelled him here, he thought, that burning resentment at her leaving: he had studied her map, enchanted the portkey, waited until it was late, after midnight one night, and thudded down along the Champs-Élysées before he could talk himself out of it. (Somewhere deep down, Kris knew this was – embarrassing? deranged? – and the only mercy was that of anyone in the world, Poppy Dashwood was possibly the only person who wouldn’t think so.)
This was stupid. He had tried last night, with no luck. Tonight he thought he had found the right house – he had a view of it where he was loitering on the street, waiting to see if any shadows crept out from its shuttered rooms – and he ran through her words again, as if to convince himself this wasn’t stupid. I’ve taken to stealing out in the earliest hours of morning, before anyone is awake, to stroll along the cobbled streets. No. If anyone was stupid here, it was her – what kind of trouble was she going to get herself into being reckless like that?
He tried to ignore the leap in his chest when he spotted the figure, five foot nothing and light as air stepping onto the cobblestones; he let her go for a few paces, half-interested to see where she would go this time, before he quickened his strides and grasped her by the arm.

Hello, I have been building my photoshop skill via skillshare and this is going to be the place where I offer my services and subject you to my artistic endeavors
Services on offer:
Image research:
- sourcing play-bys: I have a trove of faces that are outside the main hollywood bubble and am happy to help looking
- image upscaling: I have a powerful upscaler (paid software) and am able to upscale low res pics for you
Sets:
I am dabbling in collage! See below.
Imo the fun thing about collage is that you can source modern images and put them in victorian outfits and add a lot of imagery to compose very individual graphic sets.
BEWARE! These are my first attempts (I did not make my av). I am happy with them rn but hope you will see me improve over time.
I am looking for people who offer their play bys for me to make practice sets with and then give constructive feedback on the result.
No expectation to use them, but I think it would help me to stick with this.
Looking for tips on layering and typography!
Do you do the letters in photoshop? What fonts do you use? How do you achieve the soft layered look that is popular on the forum?
Things I have found useful:
Using composition aids. I used a transparent overlay of a fibonacci spiral for todays composition. I also use the golden ratio for my Avs.
This site for vintage images in the public domain.
Issues I've run into:
- compression if the source material is very large or small
- readability of text
- using the same image in sig and av can look weird. I wanted to make a corresponding av but abandoned the project because it did not look right.
- I have no clue how to use brushes in photoshop - the same brush randomly gives different results
Goal for the next one: figuring out gradient maps
Below is todays project, a sig for Sam.
I pulled material from five different sources. Head and body are from different images (both of mads tho).
![[Image: collage-sig-sam-gradient-wos.png]](https://i.ibb.co/RQMmQNC/collage-sig-sam-gradient-wos.png)
![[Image: collage-sig-sam-gradient-wot.png]](https://i.ibb.co/hDHc4RC/collage-sig-sam-gradient-wot.png)
![[Image: collage-sig-sam-gradient-ws.png]](https://i.ibb.co/8YFj6Qp/collage-sig-sam-gradient-ws.png)
Cheers x

Seb Talbot was, frankly, exhausted. He hated traveling magically and given that his wand was such a pain in the ass, he’d opted to leave it (her, he’d decided, because all the women in his life seemed to hate him) behind. As a result, he’d been forced to take a portkey and the nausea of the experience still swirled in his stomach even though that had been some hours ago now. The place in which he was staying was a pretty little villa directly overlooking the Duomo in Florence. He’d always appreciated the culture and welcome easiness of the Italians, but Florence and the history here were really what spoke to him. Back home things were… heating, as the season ran full-throttle and his mother’s expectations breathed down his back. Taking to Florence on a whim had been about as responsible as leaving his sister, jilted, in the back of the church when he was supposed to be walking her down the aisle-- but they both got over that some time ago. This too would pass.
So as to not be wholly idle either, and perhaps in an effort to pursue his own interests in finding a more magically inclined bride, Sebastian had accepted an invitation to a masqued affaire for the evening. He would return home tomorrow, safe and sound and his mother would be none the wiser he was sure. But in the meantime, he tugged on the lapels of his prestinley pressed coat and frowned at his reflection. This mask was too tight around his head and made his ears jut out uncomfortably. How in the world was he supposed to attract any decent bride with such an unflattering first impression?
He resigned himself with a sigh. If he didn’t hurry, he’d be late and that would make a worse first impression, especially on his hostess, a Mrs… Angelina Valenduris? That surname sounded familiar, even though he couldn’t place it. Deciding it didn’t matter, Seb grabbed his things and made for the city center.
Their venue for the evening was the resplendent Teatro Dela Pergola which had been privatized and magically converted into a ballroom. Where the orchestra ought to have been, there stretched a beautiful black and white checkered marble floor, adorned on all sides by musicians. In the various boxes and along different levels there were stations of food each specific to a region of Italy from which the main event, and its actors, were derived. And in the center of the stage, across the whole backdrop of the grand gala, was an ongoing performance. At this moment it was La Traviata with a delicate aria sung by the mezzo-soprano, that welcomed Sebastian into the room.
Tugging on the string of his black and gold mask, the viscount looked around for a drink or a familiar face. He greeted his hostess and the young lady beside her, a Ms. Sabine Valenduris who looked less than interested in him or anyone else at the moment, then made for a passing tray. This ball was a feast for the senses amidst the soft glow of candlelight, the rich aroma of fine wine, and the melodious strains of a renowned opera filling the air.
Gathering a glass and taking a sip, Seb decided he might as well try and find at least a few dance cards to jot his name on. That was why he was here after all. He scanned the crowd and there, amidst the kerfuffle, a particular figure caught his eye. The masked individual moved with a grace and elegance that felt eerily familiar, though Sebastian couldn’t quite place why. There was something about the way they carried themselves that tugged at his memory. He watched them from a distance, trying to shake the feeling of déjà vu.
Driven by curiosity, he decided to approach. The figure was standing by a golden column, their mask decorated with intricate patterns, and blue hues traced them trying to catch a glimpse of who might be behind there. "Excuse me," he interrupted, his voice carrying a touch of brazen curiosity. “Have we met?”

Nicknames: If any
Birthdate: August 13, 1875
Current Age: 19 Years
Gender: Female
Occupation: Debutante
Reputation: 9
Her sister is a bit... odd and honestly so is she if not for a different reason.Residence: Irvingly
While she lives in India, for the upcoming seasons, she and her sister are staying with their Aunt in Irvingly.Hogwarts House:Unknown
Wand: N/A
Blood Status: Squib
While she is a squib, under her aunt's direction, she presents as pureblood upon her arrival to England like the rest of her family.Social Class: Upper Class
Family:
Odin Lovegood, father, 1830Appearance:
Daphne Lovegood nee Nott, mother, 1841-1892
A. Lovegood, 1864, brother
B. Lovegood, 1868, brother
Concordia – nee Lovegood, 1868, sister, and husband
D. Lovegood, 1871, brother
Eurydice Lovegood, 1873, sister
face claim: angourie riceHistory:
ethnicity: caucasian
height: 5’ 0”
build: average
eyes: gray
hair color: blonde
hair style: she tends the wear her hair in various braids
distinguishing features: n/a
fashion: desperate to fit in, she has happily accepted when her aunt all but demanded to dress her. this has led to felicity primarily being seen in dress of the upmost fashion and the palest of pastels. at home she favors the familiar comforts of her clothes from home.
The youngest of them, I was born - like many of my siblings - on the night of Friday the 13th. The only one in 1875. As superstitious as Mother is, this is surely another nail in the coffin. It is an interesting childhood for sure. Mama always had to have things just so. You could tell which of us came where in the birth order just by our names - I, being seventh, was Felicity while my sister before me was Eurydice. Because of Mama, we grew up lacking the convention of privacy. There were oftentimes more nannies than children and from the moment of our birth, a house elf was assigned that followed us everywhere, reporting our every location back to mother. Mama even had a pocket watch that didn’t tell time but rather told where each of us was - down the very room in the house. Our siblings were our closest friends as we weren’t permitted friends outside the house.Personality:
The year of my tenth birthday sees D - to my envy - getting to spend the entire school semester in Europe! as one of Mandira’s representatives in the Panmagical games. But good news always comes with bad news and Concordia’s intended is killed in a landslide.
Perhaps that being the youngest and thus the one with the most exposure to our mother in her most extreme is why I turned out the most superstitious. Or maybe my birth order had absolutely nothing to deal with and was entirely left in the hands of another factor: my invitation to Mandira never came, confirming Mama’s fears. It is utterly devastating and it feels like my only chance at freedom slipping away. I think each of us longed for the day we could go to Mandira. And that is what really upsets me in the moment is not that I am not a witch - though that acceptance does hit later - but that I am to remain home with Mama and Papa with no outside contact.
To make matters worse, Mama becomes even worse when Eury puts on a bangle that isn’t hers resulting in a curse that no amount of money or expertise seems to be able to lift. Eury doesn’t speak right after the whole thing and she’s left with a mark upon her write where the bangle once rested before it was sucked into her arm. But even still, Eury gets to go back to school and I am to face my new future with only Mama, Papa, A., and the house elves for company.
The next years are hard but with Mama my constant companion, we are close even when I wish I might have friends - even just the neighbors down the lane. It becomes a bit easier when, three years later, Papa allows Eury to stay home from school after it proves her curse makes it just too difficult. I say easier but that is a bit of a lie. With Eury home, I see how much her curse impacts her and for the first time, I find myself wishing that I had put on the bangle instead. What difference would it have made for me to be cursed and spitting gibberish? After all, I never leave the house. I was the one with no friends. Eury had a life and a chance before her curse. I never did.
With no hope of my magical skills and blood drawing a husband, I beg Mama to find the best governess she can find to teach me the womanly arts in hopes that maybe if I am proficient enough in things like the fortepiano, sewing, and languages than maybe I can compensate for my lacking. Maybe?
With all six of my siblings now back home and the luck of our family, there proves to never be a quiet year. Or moment. D. nearly loses his arm in an exploding snap accident (and Papa banning the game), Concordia’s second intended (this one who I’m fairly certain she actually loved) dies after a snake bite, and B. nearly dies after falling off a flying carpet in yet another one of his losing races. And then Concordia’s third intended (who honestly, was absent enough I often forgot about him) died from cholera. I was really starting to worry about Concordia after all this. All of us really. Maybe Mama is right. Maybe our whole family is cursed not just Eurydice. They all tell me I’m crazy but I think Mama is glad to have someone who sees it like she does.
But then the worst possible thing happened. Even worse than Eury’s affliction. Mama gets sick. Cholera just like Concordia’s intended. And just like him, Mama doesn’t make it. My constant companion throughout my entire life now just gone. All the others seem so… unphased. They bask in the fact they are no longer watched all the time. But I don’t know what to do with myself now that I don’t have Mama watching over me. Technically I am free now. Just like Mandira would have let me be. Like it let my siblings be. But I’ve never had a taste of freedom in sixteen years and I don’t know what to do with it. So I… do nothing until the tides of fate pick me up and spit me out on England’s shores.
Concordia finally reaches the altar during the holiday season of ‘93 and during her honeymoon to Europe, she visits with our aunt - Mama’s sister. And I suppose it reminded her of our existence. Papa tells us that she wrote to him with an offer - she will sponsor both Eury and myself for the upcoming English season as Papa has clearly been neglecting us since Mama’s passing.
I’m scared. The idea of suddenly going from rarely leaving the house to a whole other country where I know no one is terrifying. I want to say no but Papa says yes and our trunks were packed. But as time passes and I think about the idea, the more it starts to grow on me. It really isn’t that strange. It is Mama and Papa’s homeland. And Auntie is offering us a whole new start. One where I might still find a match and no one knows of Eury’s curse. And I do have all that training the governess gave me. I’d make an explementary wife.
April arrives and here we are. In Europe. In Scotland - a small town called Ivringly to be precise. But apparently, Papa didn’t tell Auntie about Eury’s curse or me being a squib because she seemed quite surprised to find out.
- Eager to please, she is quick to say yes to anything asked if her in hopes of fitting in and being accepted. Often without thinking about the construction that may come.
- Superstitious, she is prone to stress if something keeps her from following something out. She often carries around and even gifts good luck charms and makes decisions based on her fortune telling.
- Cheerful and optimistic, Felicity comes across as someone who can find the bright side to every situation and rarely takes anything personally.
- Insecure, contrary to how she presents, she is highly uneasy in social situations due to her lack of experience. Having only interacted with her family and the servants, she is constantly paranoid she might misstep or come across as odd. Or say something about her sister. Or worse, that someone might figure out she's a squib (... when her aunt seemed so upset to find out she was).

Full Name: Ariana Isolde Dumbledore
Nicknames: Ari
Birthdate: June 12th, 1885
Current Age: 9 Years
Gender: Female
Occupation: Child
Reputation: 6 - Nine years old and already steeped in scandal. Her family was left in shambles when her father was sent away to Azkaban after attacking a group of Muggle boys, and little else is known of little Ari. She has lived as a shut-in ever since, nothing more than a doe-eyed phantom watching the world through the windows. Once or twice she has been caught in the garden, but fled inside as soon as she noticed she was being watched.
Residence: Godric’s Hollow
Hogwarts House:Unknown
Wand: Unknown
Blood Status: Halfblood
Social Class: Middle
Family:
- Percival Dumbledore, Imprisoned
- Kendra Dumbledore, b. 1851
- Albus Dumbledore, b. 1881
- Aberforth Dumbledore, b. 1884
Appearance:
- Height: 4’
- Hair: Long, wavy, platinum blonde.
- Eyes: Hazel.
- Wand Hand: Right.
- Build and Bearing: Slight, soft, and fragile, the youngest Dumbledore brings to mind a lamb more than a girl. She shrinks where she stands, finding shelter in her brothers’ shadows and more than willing to let them do the speaking for her.
- Attire: A girl never glimpsed in public has little need for a proper wardrobe. Ariana wears her long hair loose or messily braided, and wears mostly loose, comfortable dresses, nightgowns or housecoats. She is most often barefoot.
- Play-By: Evie Allen
History:
- 1885: Ariana Isolde Dumbledore is born.
- 1889: Little Ariana proves to be rather airheaded, but sometimes even more-so than can be reasonably explained. She babbles nonsense, sometimes, about birds in the dead of winter, or storms on a sunny day, or the color of an unfamiliar door. Her mother passes the oddities off as a child with a vivid imagination. Her father is the first to notice a correlation between her unusual observations, and people or places they might see weeks– or even months– later.
- 1891: Ariana wanders out by the back garden gate to practice her magic in what she believes to be seclusion. She has unusually strong control of her powers for a child her age, but on this day she has the misfortune of being spotted by a pair of particularly prejudiced Muggle boys. The attack leaves her battered and badly shaken, fearful of rope and of fire– she does not speak again for weeks, and she is never quite herself again. Worse still, her father goes after the boys who hurt her. His retaliation disgraces the family, and puts him in Azkaban for life.
- 1892: Near silent in the company of any save her brothers, wild-eyed and no longer able to control the magic which comes along with any emotional outburst, Ariana lives in seclusion. She ventures out of doors only once– when the family packs up their things and moves to Godric’s Hollow, in search of a fresh start.
- 1894: Ariana speaks more, now, though what she says is no more likely to make sense. Sometimes she seems to share a reality with her kin, and others she babbles in poetic nonsense, stringing together what must be vivid dreams. With her brothers’ help she has regained some small piece of herself– those bursts of uncontrollable magic are no longer daily occurrences, and she begins to demonstrate a passing interest in the world beyond her rooms. Her mother insists that Ariana remain secluded regardless– such an oddity will do nothing for the family’s reputation as they struggle to crawl back to some semblance of respectability and wealth.
Personality:
- Eccentric
- Quiet
- Creative
- Curious
- Panicky
- Meek
- Scatterbrained
- Impulsive
Soft-spoken, shy, and several years a shut-in, not many know Ariana as anything more than a figure watching from a window. Any who knew the cheerful child she once was, the Dumbledores left behind when they moved away to Godric’s Hollow. Though she has much improved over these last two years– for a good while Ariana would not speak even to her brothers– she remains decidedly odd. Quick to squirm away from even the gentlest touch, prone to losing track of conversations mid-way through or even resuming them without warning several days hence, her mother keeps her carefully shrouded from prying eyes. As much for the good of the family as for her own.
Only recently has this seclusion become a problem for Ariana. The girl wants nothing to do with the eyes of the public, but as she creeps out of her shell she finds herself drawn back out to the gardens. To the birdsong and the humming of insects, and the soft caress of sun-scented grass. Her cozy little room has become suffocating. Dull. Thus, Ariana has developed a new habit of sneaking out into the gardens while her mother is otherwise occupied.
Other:
- A budding seer, the attack she suffered left her Sight just as rattled as the rest of her powers. Her visions are frenetic, sliding in and out of her perception with little coherence, glimpsed in disjointed fragments and often overlapping her own reality. This renders Ariana easily distracted and jumpy, but what she sees is rarely of use.
- Ariana does not sleep consistently, or well. Plagued frequently by nightmares, she is oft to be found wandering about the halls at night, and sleeping late in the day. She struggles less with a peaceful rest when the sun is up, and her windows thrown open to welcome the singing birds.
Age: 29
Contact: Discord
Other Characters: @’Prometheus Pomfrey’, @’Olive Norris’, @’Harriet Bythesea’, @’Teodora Flores’, @’Titania Applegate’, @’Ellen Ilkin’, @’Hauke Bauer’
How did you hear about us?: o.o

I sent this to Emma and she said it should be a game so here we are xD
The premise: find a headline in the wild that could have been written by your character. It can be a news article, clickbait, reddit thread, whatever.
Mine is Don Juan in this thread with Valencia:

(Image description: reddit thread title: AITAH for telling my fiancee there will be no wedding if she keeps insisting I invite my parents)

Nicknames: often goes by Talbot or Cheltenham; but Seb for those closest
Birthdate: September 12, 1864 ? (>.>;)
Current Age: 29 years
Gender: Male
Occupation: Viscount, duh probably nothing official, and definitely nothing wizarding, but he does ride for the Ranelagh Club (team captain)
Reputation: 9 - He's mostly just a smart mouth.
Residence: The family seat is Dyrham Park, Gloucestershire but they also have a London house and he, himself, has a private set of rooms in Hogsmeade
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Wand: spruce wood, 12", stiff, curupira hair core
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Social Class: Upper
Family:
Father - Edgar Talbot, 5th Viscount Cheltenham (deceased)
Mother - Lady Amalia Talbot, nee Hatton, (former) Viscountess of Cheltenham, now Dowager
Sister - Lady Sybil "Sissy" Vane-Tempest, nee Talbot, Marchioness of Townshend
Appearance:
Sebastian's dark and stormy visage embodies the elegance and sophistication expected of a Viscount. (It was bred and beaten into him after all.) His chiseled jawline and sharp, blue eyes reflect both an aristocratic inbreeding and the inner turmoil he grapples with. He has a smattering of freckles that look like someone sneezed and splattered paint across his nose, but otherwise he has relatively smooth features. His sense of style is impeccably tailored, favoring bespoke suits in rich, dark hues and elegant accessories that that might cover up any failings one might suspect, but he does err on the particularly muggle side of wardrobe. He is ambidextrous and wields his (PITA) wand with both hands.
History:
Birth, 1864 | Sebastian is born the future Viscount Cheltenham to an influential muggle family, the second child to an older sister who takes none too kindly to being displaced. His father, the previous Viscount Cheltenham, and his mother, a prominent socialite and former countess who made a scandalous love match, set high expectations for him from an early age.
Early Childhood | As a child, Sebastian is frequently teased by his peers for being the runt of their group. He's smaller, and less vocal than the others, and his peerage - that he is to inherit - sits so far down the food-chain compared to the Earl of Shrewsbury and the Duke of Nottingham's sons. But their mamas are his mother's closest friends; have been since all the little brats were born. He's stuck with them, like it or not. The worst of them is, however, Clarissa Harrington: the Duke of Somerset's daughter. Mama is sure they will marry one day, but Seb definitely has his doubts.
At age 8, Seb accidentally shatters a pot in the greenhouse after Clarissa begins to laugh at him (and his family) for thinking they could ever be good enough to marry him to a future duchess. The pot shattering is a shock to everyone, but it doesn't end there. Little incidents keep happening around him, things the adults seem perfectly happy to explain away, but that Sebastian himself sees less than coincidental. When he finally learns about who and what he is, he is excited to share with his friends, determined that this will finally be the thing to make him shine. Obviously, it doesn't go quite as planned, considering he made Clarissa's big head swell up with warts all over, and the Ministry is forced to intervene. Obliviators come to erase all memories, and Seb is firmly talked to before they vanish again, as quickly as they came. The whole experience leaves him with a sense of isolation and estrangement from both muggle and magical societies. How could these... wizard people, just poof into his life - tell him all these things - and then vanish again? Wasn't he supposed to go with them or something? Couldn't they give him more answers than he had questions?! Interactions with the others become more strained after that. They are distant now, and suspicious of him, feeling something might be off. Even though they can’t remember, Seb is left haunted by this memory, regretting his arrogance.
Later that same year, he meets Colin Harper, the gardener’s son, and they become quick friends. Where the others see him as lesser, Colin doesn't seem to see his title at all. They bond over a shared interest in horses; Colin works in the stables most of the time and Seb rides the horses he cares for (duh). They soon become relatively inseparable, much to his governess and later mother's chagrin. Throughout their friendship however, Seb is careful not to mention anything about his magical ability and their friendship grows into a source of genuine connection. It's unconventional but he appreciates it, despite what others might think.
Hogwarts | At 11, Sebastian receives his Hogwarts letter. Those wizard people return, though this time it's some old man in a beard, and tell him all about what he's to expect. His parents are frightened by the encounter, and discourage him from pursuing any kind of magical education. It's a big row but in the end, he manages to make it to the train with all his things and hopes that come winter holiday, they might be able to smooth things over. He is promptly sorted into Slytherin House, and as expected, his time at Hogwarts is marked by struggle. If he thought being an outsider within the peerage to which he rightfully belonged was difficult, this was a whole new level of misfit.
It was as much a shock as it was refreshing (maybe) for his title to mean very little, but his muggle background carried a stigma with it that Sebastian had not been prepared for. Where in one world he was used to being above at least the common folk, here he was lower than a working class pureblood all because he hadn't been born into magic. It was something to get used to, certainly. The competitive nature of Slytherin House only heightened his internal conflict, and over the years quiet Sebastian Talbot became outspoken, rude, and a bit of a bully.
Family Tragedy | During his sixth year at Hogwarts, Sebastian’s father passed away. This loss thrust him into a position of greater responsibility and heightened the pressure to uphold the family’s reputation. His elder sister, recently debuted, had done a good job of it so far-- she'd had two marriage proposals in her first season and was now engaged to the Marquess of Townshend. The summer holiday that followed, and each thereafter, brought with it intensive classes on what it meant to uphold the family title but the event created a rift between him and his remaining family. Seb, away for the majority of the year, felt even more isolated in his role as Viscount in the dungeons of Hogwarts.
Graduation and Return to Muggle Society | Despite the personal upheaval, Seb continued into his seventh and final year. He engaged in activities like Quidditch to maintain what little status he managed to claw, lucky that his fanaticism for polo translated to riding a broom. It's in this seventh year that he buckled down to complete his animagus transformation too. (If he was to take anything from his magical education, he was determined for it to be that. And, of all his professors, Thompson seemed to be the most understanding despite how horrendous he was at Transfiguration.)
After graduating from Hogwarts, Sebastian returned to his muggle life, taking on more responsibilities as Viscount Cheltenham. He navigated his role in society, balancing the expectations of his late father with his own struggle to reconcile his magical heritage with his muggle title. He became more involved in upper-class muggle society and continued to pursue polo and art, both of which offered him a way to manage his competitive nature and find moments of escape from the complexities he faced day to day.
Her, 1887 | At 23, Sebastian met (or more aptly re-met) Irene Crawley, Colin's fiancé. He recognized her immediately from his days at Hogwarts, having stumbled across the Gryffindor once or twice during his time there. He remembered her face particularly well because—despite his better judgment and determination to save face among his peers—he had found her beautiful, graceful, and interesting. All things he continued to think as he was now thrust upon the reality that she was to wed what was still his best friend. Colin had, in his own right, studied to become an artist and was making a successful go of it. Even though they didn’t see each other as much as they once had, Seb was still fiercely protective of his friend and said friend’s affections.
Driven by a mixture of jealousy and a desire to control the circumstances, he subtly influenced Colin to break off his engagement with Irene after Colin confided in him about the magical world, his father, and everything else. Being a member of said magical world, Seb understood (or thought he did) how hard it would be for Colin to similarly straddle the line between magical and muggle, not to mention carrying the burden of his father’s death. He never once betrayed his own interest (in either the magical world or, admittedly, Irene), and the wedding came and went without consequence. Sebastian did not learn that Colin left her at the altar until some months later when, driven by guilt and anger, Colin announced that he had decided to move to France to further his studies.
Here and Now, 1888+ | It's been almost eight years since the incident with Irene and Colin, and Seb has continued in his struggle to straddle the line. His mother has become ever more insistent than he take a bride (a muggle one, obviously) but Seb himself wonders if perhaps taking on a pureblood magical one might not improve his circumstances? If he managed to find someone with her own circle and support network with a firm standing, he would inherit that by proxy. Perhaps then he might find a foothold and manage to ease some of the burden.
Personality: GUARDED | BOLD | PROUD | ARTISTIC
Seb carries the weight of a fractured identity in everything he does. Outwardly, he appears composed and reserved, a gentleman well-versed in the proprieties of the upperclass. His manners are precise, his speech carefully measured, and he rarely betrays any hint of the turmoil beneath the surface. To the casual observer he’s an impeccable viscount, dutifully upholding the expectations of his peerage with an almost obsessive diligence. But this polished exterior is his armor—his way of keeping both the magical and muggle worlds at a safe distance.
Internally, he's a mess of unresolved emotions. Seb harbors a persistent chip on his shoulder, a sense of being perpetually undervalued despite his title and because of his blood status. Having survived to become Slytherin alumna did not come without its scars and he struggles still with who he is as both viscount and wizard. This sense of inadequacy drives him to assert control wherever he can, and - sometimes - he can come off less than elegantly. As a result he has a constant need for validation that can lead him to boast or flaunt his position, though he tries to be subtle, and careful not to appear desperate.
That said, Seb is fiercely loyal to the few people he trusts and deeply introspective, often haunted by his past mistakes and the loneliness that comes from straddling two worlds. His attachment to the responsibilities of his peerage might seem rigid, but it’s also a way for him to anchor himself in a world where he feels adrift. At his core, Seb yearns for a sense of belonging, but his self-imposed walls and fear of vulnerability keep him at arm's length from those who might offer him solace. He uses art and music as a medium to escape all that.
Other:
ON ART: Seb's art is deeply personal, reflecting that which he struggles to articulate verbally. The subjects of his physical work often include lonely landscapes, hidden faces, or abstract depictions of the worlds he straddles, filled with vivid contrasts between light and dark. But his true genius is found in composition. He plays piano, violin and even dabbled with the harp in his infancy. He one day hopes to compose an entire opera or ballet and see it taken to a real stage.
To most, his art remains hidden—tucked away in private sketchbooks or in piano benches across the estate. Only those he truly trusts are allowed glimpses of this vulnerability, and even then, he presents his work with a wary detachment, as if fearful of being judged or misunderstood. His perfectionism bleeds into his artistic endeavors, sometimes leading him to obsess over details in a way that mirrors his need for control in his social life.
ON MAGIC: Magic is a struggle for Seb in many forms. He's not an untalented wizard by any means, but due to his emotional turmoils and profound sense of lacking, it's unreliable at best. He has powerful spurts and complete flops, depending on how his mood is going. As a result, and after getting into a few scrapes with the Ministry as a result, he mostly stays away from using his wand if he can help it. He's become somewhat adept at very basic, wandless magic by accident, more out of a necessity to try and control his bursts than any real prestige that may come with the feat. He is utter trash at occlumency and legilimency and can't cast a patronus to save his life. Not when it really matters, at least.
ANIMAGUS: It's a miracle Seb managed to become an animagus at all, given his difficulties with magic, but he's always had a knack for introspection and potions. (Potions, being a more balanced subject, was Seb's best in school. Being as meticulous and controlling as he is, he managed it on sheer force of will alone.) He completed his animagus studies in his seventh year and takes the form of a red fox. It's about as fitting as he cares to consider: he is often chased out of places and never quite valued for what he's worth, much like the regal creature he embodies.
AMORTENTIA: tbd
BOGGART: Werewolves. As a muggle-raised child, Seb grew up with the very muggle myths about werewolves and the comfort that they did not exist. Having since learned that they do, he dreads ever meeting one.
PATRONUS: A stag, only managed to cast once as of yet.
ALSO-- cashing in an ATO for this pretty little asshole <3
He can be "elsewhere" for group since he's everywhere p. much
Sample Roleplay Post:>3
Age: lalala~
Contact: PM
Other Characters: Basil Foxwood and co.
How did you hear about us?: teehee
Edith Kent 293 | vampire rep » 5 | unattached seamstress ❧ | ~ Edith Kent was an ordinary witch, leading an ordinary, magical life in the early seventeenth century, when she became a vampire. She doesn't remember the details of her mortality, courtesy of a nasty head injury sustained just before she was turned, but she knows the basics of her identity. Due to her age, she has no immediate family living, and would not recognize any of their descendants, who may exist. She recently escaped from her violent maker, who is currently in Paris. This is her first time being independent in over two hundred and fifty years. She's inspired by Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3 (with my own spin, of course). She's been living rent-free in my head for the last six months. Please help. HURLING: I know how unlikely this is, but I'm always open to helping people disappoint their families — and in this instance, perhaps even break the law. FRIEND GROUP: I would love to find Edie a friend group akin to the party in Baldur's Gate. I have no specific plot for them, but I would like them. |
I don't usually post these until the character's accepted but the muse won't leave me alone...

Full Name: Morrigan Irene Crowley
Nicknames: Morg
Birthdate: 21.08.1861
Current Age: 33 years
Gender: Female, mostly perceived as female after a double-take or two
Occupation: Professor of Ancient Studies
Reputation: 8, non-conforming spinster, very rich
Residence: Hogwarts
Hogwarts House: Former Ravenclaw
Wand: Alder, phoenix feather, 12", unyielding
Blood Status: Pure
Social Class: Upper class
Despite rumours that Morrigan Crowley hails from the Orkney Islands or the Scottish Highlands, her family are in fact nouveau-riche business owners rooted in Hampshire, where they own an empire of distilleries and breweries.
Father: Edward Crowley (*1829)
Mother: Emily Crowley née Bishop (*1842)
Brother: Edward Alexander Crowley (*1875)
Morrigan is tall with harsh, androgynous features. She is ethereal, but not in the sense of a fairy. The mythical creature her looks invoke is more akin to a harpy.
Her limbs are long, the contour of her bones is sharp, her nose is reminiscent of a beak. She appears almost devoid of color, with her thin hair being a nondescript blond that blends into her skin tone.
The face is extraordinarily striking, with cheekbones that threaten to cut, almost absent eyelashes and thin brows. The only contrast is the dark blue of her eyes.
Style of dress:
Highly eccentric. Morrigan can often be seen in bizarre robes and hats, combined with very high shoes that make her seem impossibly tall.
When it strikes her fancy, she wears men's attire, in which she is often mistaken for a gentleman due to her stature and masculine features. She would not bother to correct that assumption.
Height: A good 5'10"
Hair color: Ash blonde fading to white under sun exposure
Eye color: Dark blue
Stature: Bony, lean
Play by: Maggie Maurer

Ages 0–11 — The squib
Morrigan grows up in the mansion of her obscenely wealthy family in Hampshire and is a strange child from the start. She walks early and talks late and is thought mute for a long time. As it turns out she can hear the instructions of her governess, she just decides not to listen.
Her early childhood is somewhat uneventful. She likes to run away and pretends to live as a feral cat in the "forest" (her parents' apple orchard). But the massive gardens and high walls of her home allow her to indulge in such childish whims without putting herself in harm's way.
The girl does not show a lick of magic until she is ten and is thought of as a squib, even though she swears up and down that she is capable of great feats of magic, only she achieves them while sleeping, in her dreams. It is explained to her that dreams do not count if she wants to go to Hogwarts.
A few weeks before her 11th birthday she wakes up with two additional pairs of arms and one additional set of eyes on her forehead. She is quite satisfied with her new form, but her parents are horrified. In the waiting room at St. Mungo's, an owl with her Hogwarts Letter of Admission arrives.
The healers can undo the arms quickly, but it takes them weeks to dispel the magic that caused the eyes. Morrigan does attend the sorting ceremony with a bandage over her forehead, is sorted into Ravenclaw and has to sleep in the hospital wing for the first few weeks of her first term.
Ages 11–17 — Morg the hag
In Hogwarts, her magic abilities remain very inconsistent. She is capable of great effusions of magical power when she is emotionally riled up or really absorbed into the process, but struggles with fairly simple charms; It is like her system suffers from some sort of disturbance. Over the years she slowly manages to get into a routine, but most of her spellwork remains subpar.She is very capable in theoretical subjects, very bright. Astronomy, Divination, Arithmancy, Runes, Potions and later Alchemy — these come easy to her. Charms and Transfiguration remain her weakest subjects.
She struggles through OWLs but stays in school. In sixth year her Ancient Studies Professor becomes convinced that the strange manifestations of magic that occasionally appear around her are signs that she is connected to ancient magic, possibly of celtic origin. With time, Morrigan becomes first amenable to this explanation, then obsessed with it. She dives into ancient studies and loses interest in everything else.
Socially, she is an outcast. The boys are not into her looks. She catches the nickname "the hag" and "Baba Yaga". Morg does not care one bit for boys' opinions and does not yield to anyone's expectations. She is too eccentric, queer and rich to care about her social prospects.
She makes NEWTs and takes off to travel the world.
Ages 18–30 — Wayward woman
At 18, Morrigan declares herself as "Britain's youngest spinster" to her family and tells them that she will travel the world and research ancient traditions of magic instead of coming out to society. And then, for twelve years, she does just that.
Her adventures are numerous and it would take up too much space to get into them. She travels from Egypt, to the Aztec ruins, to Russia, the Balkans, to Asia. She goes wide and far and learns a lot of things and forges many academic connections.
Ages 30–33 — Studies in Britain
When she returns to Britain, she continues her research and it soon points her to the most important stronghold of ancient magic that exists there today: Hogwarts.
So, she decides to return. Admittedly, educating children is not something she has much experience in, but she will learn on the job, somehow. Most importantly, she will have access to the castle.
Her former Ancient Studies teacher writes her a strong letter of recommendation and she has ample relevant life experiences, not the least of them her peculiar abilities.
She is admitted for 1894 to start teaching.
The clarion — Morrigan disrupts her environment by doing or saying things that are so out of left field (but nonetheless have a kernel of truth) that they shake others out of their sense of complacency. If there is an issue everyone is too polite to tell you about, she will.
The phoenix — Morrigan needs to burn herself to the ground to grow in her magical power and as a person. Whatever she is passionate about, she needs to overdo it, she needs to crash and then to collect herself to start anew. She is cyclical in nature.
A design of commitment to higher principles — because Morrigan has committed herself to live out what is her most authentic behavior and role, she is highly expressive and confident even if the reception is negative. She does truly love herself.
A design of insight — By collecting experiences and knowledge, Morrigan is able to achieve deep understanding and sudden insights, that seem to come to her in a moment's notice and are most often correct. She struggles with communicating them in a way that is believable to others.
Other: I leave it open to interpretation if the magic she is capable of is actually “ancient magic”, as there is really no way to know.
Name: Lou
Age: 26
Contact: Discord
Other Characters: Samuel Griffith, Victor Frey, Elfrieda Yaxley, Leonard Blank, Alastair Rosier

He was so deep in thought that he didn't realize he had company until the large, ancient book he was currently burying his nose in suddenly disappeared and he saw a flash of teeth. He looked around and end up to find the flying tiger had once again taken possession of one of his belongings, the ancient book now between the teeth of a flying tiger that had no business being in this house, let alone one of his rooms.
"HADRIAN!" he yelled out his research room door, uncharacteristically loud as only irritation at his brother and his impractical pets seemed to manage to get out of him. He might have appreciated the tiger most anywhere else but not in the sanctity of his research room!
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