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Harry Potter Reincarnation Quest

Selias said:
I'm not seeing anything other than the title that even hints at the MC being Harry, and the title could just be the world that the quest is based in, rather than the character.
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I haven't gotten that far yet, Luna seemed to think that this post was the wrong one for that stuff. You are playing as Harry.
 
*smacks Bloodwitch upside the head*

Don't spoil the tension~

But yes. You play as the Chosen One.
 
[X] You dreamt of endless blue, lines and symbols arcing across the horizon. North. East. South. West. Coins jingle in your pockets as you sit high above the world, pen and paper in hand you speak with the four winds, learning all the knowledge of the world.

I'm about 90% sure this is Nami from One Piece, since you specifically mentioned the four directions, which matches the Four Blues, and the coins.
 
[X] You dreamt of war, of facing an enemy better then you. Faster then you, stronger then you. You dreamt of your strength failing, eyes blurring, and the world growing dark and dim. Yet you stud fast, you looked the demons in the eye and form on high there blood rained down.
 
Oh what the hell.

[X] You dreamt of war, of facing an enemy better then you. Faster then you, stronger then you. You dreamt of your strength failing, eyes blurring, and the world growing dark and dim. Yet you stud fast, you looked the demons in the eye and form on high there blood rained down.

Mystery Box, don't let me down~
 
[X] You dreamt of war, of facing an enemy better then you. Faster then you, stronger then you. You dreamt of your strength failing, eyes blurring, and the world growing dark and dim. Yet you stud fast, you looked the demons in the eye and form on high there blood rained down.
 
[X] You dreamt of war, of facing an enemy better then you. Faster then you, stronger then you. You dreamt of your strength failing, eyes blurring, and the world growing dark and dim. Yet you stud fast, you looked the demons in the eye and form on high there blood rained down.

Guts, is that you?
 
[X] You dreamt of war, of facing an enemy better then you. Faster then you, stronger then you. You dreamt of your strength failing, eyes blurring, and the world growing dark and dim. Yet you stud fast, you looked the demons in the eye and form on high there blood rained down.
 
[X] You dreamt of war, of facing an enemy better then you. Faster then you, stronger then you. You dreamt of your strength failing, eyes blurring, and the world growing dark and dim. Yet you stud fast, you looked the demons in the eye and form on high there blood rained down.
 
For reasons I don't really Get, Bloodwitch is not wanting to lock the vote.

Says it because this is starting out so slow, but I'm going to go ahead and lock the vote for her.

Just a thing to let people know -

[ ] You had a bad day, a really really bad day. You don't remember what caused it to be so bad, but it doesn't matter, all that matters is that you had a bad day.Joker
[ ] You dreamt of passion and strength! Of the dancing flames and the madness in ones eyes. A dream of saddens that burned brighter then the greatest of flames, and rage colder then a lightings touch.Azula of the Fire Nation
[ ] You dreamt of war, of facing an enemy better then you. Faster then you, stronger then you. You dreamt of your strength failing, eyes blurring, and the world growing dark and dim. Yet you stud fast, you looked the demons in the eye and form on high there blood rained down.This is You. You cannot remember your name, just yet.
[ ] You dreamt of endless blue, lines and symbols arcing across the horizon. North. East. South. West. Coins jingle in your pockets as you sit high above the world, pen and paper in hand you speak with the four winds, learning all the knowledge of the world Nami of the East Blue
 
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[X] You had a bad day, a really really bad day. You don't remember what caused it to be so bad, but it doesn't matter, all that matters is that you had a bad day.

Like this one the best
 
[X] You dreamt of passion and strength! Of the dancing flames and the madness in ones eyes. A dream of saddens that burned brighter then the greatest of flames, and rage colder then a lightings touch.
 
[X] You dreamt of passion and strength! Of the dancing flames and the madness in ones eyes. A dream of saddens that burned brighter then the greatest of flames, and rage colder then a lightings touch.
 
Uhh... The vote closed three votes ago, Luna is co-GM and I've already wrote the update. It's being reviewed and polished right now.
 
You wake to a morning, always the same, never changing. Looking up from your bed you see the dust stiring and dancing in the golden light of morning leaking down through the cracks in the stairs hanging above your head. With a groan, you reposition yourself in the small space that you had to call your 'room'. The tired pale biege walls and cold brown hardwood floor underneath you are as uninviting as your relatives. You roll off the cot, and push it to the side, hands scrabbling across the scratched floor until a finger catches on the small nook that hides your hidden stash. You pull, and the loose board comes free, and you draw forth those things that you have to call your clothes. Easily three sizes too large, even now after two years of wearing them when your cousin outgrew them, you have always disliked these cloths.

You have always felt the desire to look your best, and never disappoint. With a sigh you begin the relatively easy but slow process of getting yourself ready for the day. You pull your finger through your hair as if it was a comb, trying half-heartedly to tame the wild locks of your hair, but after a few minutes you give in. The hair had always acted with a mind of its own, and even with you desire to look clean and presentable you could never tame. Then, as you hear sounds echoing down from above and dust falling from the stairs, the board returns to it's place, as does the cot.

Today will be the same as every day, which never changes, so once more you shall wait for your aunt to come to let you out of the cupboard under the stairs. You run your hands over yourself, trying to smooth out what clothes you wear. It doesn't work. For a moment images dance through your mind, thoughts of what the future might one day hold... of what the world beyond the cold stares and hatred is like. Of what it would be like to know people who called you by your name... not like your family...

Other the 'Freak' they only called you:
[ ] Boy
[ ] Girl

Not having a name... an identity... It hurt. Somewhere within it burned. But yet... while it burned, it was... not soothed, but the mystery was enough to keep you sated, keep you sane through the horrors, if only because there, at the edge of your dreams, there WAS a name. It wasn't your name, but it wasn't not your name.

Then you eventually went to school, and that first day you learned the name that had been given to you. And it was nice, even if the teacher went to speak to the Principle at the end of the day, and never returned. But... having a name, having an identity, it made you you. You weren't just freak, and you weren't just a sleeping dreamer.

You treasured your name, they called you:
[ ] Write-In
 
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[X] Neither, they just call you 'Freak'

[X] Taylor

Muhahahha.
 
[X] Boy
[X] Harry James Potter

Why mess with it?
 
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