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Elsewhere Accepted / L. F. C. Savage
« on: 31/08/2013 at 04:44 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Lysander Savage
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Bloodline: Pureblood

Education: 
Private tutelage - 10 to 13
Durmstrang Institute - 13 to 16
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - 16 to 18


Residence:
Family residence is 22 Holland Rd, Kensington, but Lysander keeps a seperate permanent residence in London.

Occupation:
Something in the Ministry, pending on what's available

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
The Ministry.

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 8
  • Divination: 5
  • Transfiguration: 8
  • Summoning: 11

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Currently active: Jackson Ross and Bo Madigan

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
THEN

He had never seen them as being two seperate people. Two sides of the same coin, maybe, but he saw her more as his other half. He could walk into a room, and know instinctively where she was. She was his right hand, his shadow, from the moment she had followed him into the world sixteen years ago.

Lysander Savage and his sister, Hero, had quite an unconventional upbringing. What child wouldn't enjoy exotic animals as pets, or being able to make sandcastles on Christmas? As a child, Lysander was quiet and content: the only friend he needed was Hero, and he never needed to worry about being abandoned by her. Anywhere he went, she was there, too: the jungles of South America to uninhabited Asian islands.

It was on a Thursday night that the world as he knew it changed.

Strange that he could remember that more than anything else. It was difficult to keep track of the days when they were moving from place to place, but just earlier his mother had mentioned about expecting an owl post later that day. It stuck with him, and he'd doodled a makeshift calender in the sand later that afternoon in a vain attempt to see how many days were left until the best day of the year: their birthday. It would be the last memory of his mother that he could call up even to this day, consider that was the night she died, vanished from camp after an attack while he and his sister had been out with his father's exploration team. Herman Savage was left utterly distraught, understandably, but it manifested itself in different ways. The once outgoing and charismatic man withdrew into himself and his work. The twins were to be placed unceremoniously in the care of their great-aunt Agatha, a strict old woman who preferred that children be seen but not heard. Their names were also withdrawn from Hogwarts. Herman, who had once lived a dangerous and reckless life, now saw the twins safety as key. Hogwarts, with its unskilled witches and wizards, not to mention its somewhat bloody history, was no place for Hero and Lysander. They were to stay in London, under the watchful eye of Agatha, where no harm could reach them. The twins, with nothing but their plain black suitcases beside them, found themselves on the steps of Agatha’s Kensington lodgings no less than two weeks after the death of their mother.

His daily life had taken a drastic turn for the worst. Used to wide, open spaces, it had been a shock for the boy to be surrounded by walls. He developed a strange sense of claustrophobia,  until itt finally got so bad he attempted to make a run for it during a routine trip to Diagon Alley. Agatha, old and crotchety as she was, still had amazing reflexes and he frozen mid-pace within an instant. After this instant, the troublesome two then tried to be as badly behaved as possible, becoming partners in crime in their mission to make life as hellish as it was for them now. It was Lysander's only comfort, knowing that no matter what, Hero would always be there.

Maybe that was the day their undoing began. It started as a normal evening, some time later, that Agatha tripped over the cat and fell head first into the Apothecary cabinet. This would have perhaps been unremarkable, had Agatha not earlier that day prepared a fresh batch of Anti-Tentacullus Potion which in large doses would have adverse effects. It made a rather uneventful event immediately became a rather serious one. The twins found themselves listening to the St Mungo’s nurse who explained that this was “going to take some time to undo, to put it lightly.” Agatha was not physically able to look after them and even if that had not been the case, she was rather shaken from the matter. There was nothing for it, she told Herman ferociously as a tentacle waved around on her head. The children must be sent to school! It was time that they grew to have their own lives, in her high opinion. The twins had come to rely on each other too much under her roof. It was "unnatural" for a brother and sister, she called it. Herman, who had barely seen his children in four years, simply agreed and left without another word. It was decided then: one would go to Hogwarts, the other Durmstrang. Hero would remain in Britain, Lysander would go abroad as was befitting of a young boy.

The end had come. Without even being properly sad, Hero had the indecency to actually look excited. She would be all alone, with no one to look after her, and she barely shed a tear. Lysander was furious. Fourteen years they'd barely been out of each other's sight, and she couldn't wait to leave him. He picked fights, he cried...but still she refused to fight their inevitable departure. It was then he realized how little you could count on anyone. But he would show her...He would make her realize no one would be able to replace him at that stupid school. He refused to speak to her their last day, not even to return her kiss on his cheek as he stepped into the fireplace that would take him to his new life.

As the green flames obscurred his vision, a strange thought popped into his head. It was Thursday.

LATER

There were no pictures of him in her room.

Lysander Savage prowled the perimeter as if he were an explorer newly arrived on an exotic island. Everything was different, and yet the same as when he had departed so bitterly two years ago. This room was most definetly her's. He could see her in the careless way the bag had been tossed on the bed. How she arranged her journals and collections, her school books neatly stacked on the shelf beneath them. Her touch was everywhere. And yet his absence from the room was palpable.

Lysander had made his way to a stack of photographs, looking newly developed. There was Hero, avoiding the camera with a hand blocking the shot, but you could still see hints of her smile. Smiles that used to be reserved only for their time together. He flipped casually passed pictures of others dressed in similar uniforms - red and yellow ties, the occassional green and blue. These meant nothing to him, but he lingered again on a photo of Hero and another boy in a matching yellow uniform. He removed it from the pile, discarding the others to their previous disarray.

He wanted to burn it, but instead decided to pocket it for later. Research, he reminded himself. It was as Herman and Rosalie used to be so fond of quoting before diving into a new culture. Thorough preparation makes it own luck. His parents, although he rarely thought about them these days, had been masters of blending into, incorporating their family into the nuances of new locales and villages.

With that in mind, he picked up a journal at random, and flipped through his pages. His eyes were hungry for mention of his own name, but more and more he was finding others: Edgar, Lydia. Kellen. Ellerie. More Edgar. His mouth was beginning to twist into a frown when a floorboard outside creaked. He stilled, but didn't bother putting down the book.

His back was still to the door. It could only be one person.

"Come now," He called out. His syllables were tinged only slightly with a Russian accent. "That's certainly no way to greet your brother."

NOW

He had left her.

Again.

It was a game he had played, since they had graduated. Lysander would find little reasons: words said without meaning, a silence gone too long, a look that wasn't full of love. And when those times came, he would vanish. Leave his sister alone with guilt and confusion, as he galavanted around the country with a smirk on his face.

One day she would learn, there could be none before him.

He had returned to London a year ago. Hero, he knew, was working at St. Mungo's as she had been forever. He would not tell her he was back. Sometimes, before, he would write a letter, or show up on her door step in the middle of the night. But working in the government had opened up Lysander's more...creative...side. Lys would sit across the way on her lunch break, his back to her, with a newspaper. He would brush behind her as she did her grocery shopping, turning to the next aisle before she could get a glimpse of his face. He ordered to go from her favorite restaurant when he knew she was dining in...

When it came to the Savages, there was no one else in the world who mattered.


Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.

The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.

Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."

To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.

Roleplay Response:

It was almost time for her shift to end.

Lysander was leaning against the wall, across the street from the main entrance of St Mungo's. He checked his pocket watch only once, to make sure he was on schedule. He had almost been afraid this afternoon's meeting would have made him late, but everything was running smoothly. Nothing could go wrong.

A tug on his coat distracted him from his vigil.

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

His first instinct was to shoo the thing away, but her voice had already attracted glances to the pair of them. The little girl had timed her plea well With so many witnesses there was no way he could get out of this without getting involved. Hero couldn't find him like this...Out of sorts with a child on his arm. Who knew where the thing's mother actually was. His guess was that it had been abandoned. He didn't know of anyone who would want it around every single day.

Suddenly, an idea occured to him. He knelt down until he was eye level with the youngster.

"There, there, little girl. I think I know just the nurse who can help you." He smiled, and held out his hand to the little girl.

OTHER
How did you find us? I was born here.

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Archived Applications / Lysander Savage
« on: 07/12/2011 at 00:58 »
THE BASICS
Name: Lysander Savage

Former Character's Name (if you had one): Ross & Co, Bo Madigan, Tyler Tressier, Roman Bryant

CHARACTER DETAILS
House Request:
Slytherin.

Year: 
Sixth, same as Hero Savage. If not, seventh.

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Biography:

THEN

He had never seen them as being two seperate people. Two sides of the same coin, maybe, but he saw her more as his other half. He could walk into a room, and know instinctively where she was. She was his right hand, his shadow, from the moment she had followed him into the world sixteen years ago.

Lysander Middle Name Savage and his sister, Hero, had quite an unconventional upbringing. What child wouldn't enjoy exotic animals as pets, or being able to make sandcastles on Christmas? As a child, Lysander was quiet and content: the only friend he needed was Hero, and he never needed to worry about being abandoned by her. Anywhere he went, she was there, too: the jungles of South America to uninhabited Asian islands.

It was on a Thursday night that the world as he knew it changed.

Strange that he could remember that more than anything else. It was difficult to keep track of the days when they were moving from place to place, but just earlier his mother had mentioned about expecting an owl post later that day. It stuck with him, and he'd doodled a makeshift calender in the sand later that afternoon in a vain attempt to see how many days were left until the best day of the year: their birthday. It would be the last memory of his mother that he could call up even to this day, consider that was the night she died, vanished from camp after an attack while he and his sister had been out with his father's exploration team. Herman Savage was left utterly distraught, understandably, but it manifested itself in different ways. The once outgoing and charismatic man withdrew into himself and his work. The twins were to be placed unceremoniously in the care of their great-aunt Agatha, a strict old woman who preferred that children be seen but not heard. Their names were also withdrawn from Hogwarts. Herman, who had once lived a dangerous and reckless life, now saw the twins safety as key. Hogwarts, with its unskilled witches and wizards, not to mention its somewhat bloody history, was no place for Hero and Lysander. They were to stay in London, under the watchful eye of Agatha, where no harm could reach them. The twins, with nothing but their plain black suitcases beside them, found themselves on the steps of Agatha’s Kensington lodgings no less than two weeks after the death of their mother.

His daily life had taken a drastic turn for the worst. Used to wide, open spaces, it had been a shock for the boy to be surrounded by walls. He developed a strange sense of claustrophobia,  until itt finally got so bad he attempted to make a run for it during a routine trip to Diagon Alley. Agatha, old and crotchety as she was, still had amazing reflexes and he frozen mid-pace within an instant. After this instant, the troublesome two then tried to be as badly behaved as possible, becoming partners in crime in their mission to make life as hellish as it was for them now. It was Lysander's only comfort, knowing that no matter what, Hero would always be there.

Maybe that was the day their undoing began. It started as a normal evening, some time later, that Agatha tripped over the cat and fell head first into the Apothecary cabinet. This would have perhaps been unremarkable, had Agatha not earlier that day prepared a fresh batch of Anti-Tentacullus Potion which in large doses would have adverse effects. It made a rather uneventful event immediately became a rather serious one. The twins found themselves listening to the St Mungo’s nurse who explained that this was “going to take some time to undo, to put it lightly.” Agatha was not physically able to look after them and even if that had not been the case, she was rather shaken from the matter. There was nothing for it, she told Herman ferociously as a tentacle waved around on her head. The children must be sent to school! It was time that they grew to have their own lives, in her high opinion. The twins had come to rely on each other too much under her roof. It was "unnatural" for a brother and sister, she called it. Herman, who had barely seen his children in four years, simply agreed and left without another word. It was decided then: one would go to Hogwarts, the other Durmstrang. Hero would remain in Britain, Lysander would go abroad as was befitting of a young boy.

The end had come. Without even being properly sad, Hero had the indecency to actually look excited. She would be all alone, with no one to look after her, and she barely shed a tear. Lysander was furious. Fourteen years they'd barely been out of each other's sight, and she couldn't wait to leave him. He picked fights, he cried...but still she refused to fight their inevitable departure. It was then he realized how little you could count on anyone. But he would show her...He would make her realize no one would be able to replace him at that stupid school. He refused to speak to her their last day, not even to return her kiss on his cheek as he stepped into the fireplace that would take him to his new life.

As the green flames obscurred his vision, a strange thought popped into his head. It was Thursday.

NOW

There were no pictures of him in her room.

Lysander Savage prowled the perimeter as if he were an explorer newly arrived on an exotic island. Everything was different, and yet the same as when he had departed so bitterly two years ago. This room was most definetly her's. He could see her in the careless way the bag had been tossed on the bed. How she arranged her journals and collections, her school books neatly stacked on the shelf beneath them. Her touch was everywhere. And yet his absence from the room was palpable.

Lysander had made his way to a stack of photographs, looking newly developed. There was Hero, avoiding the camera with a hand blocking the shot, but you could still see hints of her smile. Smiles that used to be reserved only for their time together. He flipped casually passed pictures of others dressed in similar uniforms - red and yellow ties, the occassional green and blue. These meant nothing to him, but he lingered again on a photo of Hero and another boy in a matching yellow uniform. He removed it from the pile, discarding the others to their previous disarray.

He wanted to burn it, but instead decided to pocket it for later. Research, he reminded himself. It was as Herman and Rosalie used to be so fond of quoting before diving into a new culture. Thorough preparation makes it own luck. His parents, although he rarely thought about them these days, had been masters of blending into, incorporating their family into the nuances of new locales and villages.

With that in mind, he picked up a journal at random, and flipped through his pages. His eyes were hungry for mention of his own name, but more and more he was finding others: Edgar, Lydia. Kellen. Ellerie. More Edgar. His mouth was beginning to twist into a frown when a floorboard outside creaked. He stilled, but didn't bother putting down the book.

His back was still to the door. It could only be one person.

"Come now," He called out. His syllables were tinged only slightly with a Russian accent. "That's certainly no way to greet your brother."

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY

Option II:

“Oh, come now!"

Astrid Bixby’s voice carried down the corridor, the tall blonde girl not far behind. Her interviewee – or victim, depending on perspective – turned a corner and she frowned. They were always soelusive when she needed them. Sure, they would talk as if there was no tomorrow during class, but once she actually needed them to say something, they were nowhere to be found. Gryffindors.

Flustered, Astrid stopped in the middle of the corridor and stared, her parchment hanging limply from her hand. She was a good reporter, really, and she always did her best to make sure that everything she wrote was accurate. She glanced down to the quill, eyeing it with disdain. It wasn’t her fault if her quill misquoted. How was she supposed to know? It made for interesting articles, at least, and if she had misquoted the Head Boy last term as saying he had a love for stuffed animals, then that gave him personality. Astrid sighed.

A pout formed on her lips as she turned away, discouraged. The corridor was mercifully empty, though the doors to The Spellbound – the school newspaper – were ominously closed. Corbridge was a mercifully sweet editor, but Astrid was terrified of disappointing her all the same. She hadto come back with quotes.
Her eyes, blue, trailed her surroundings before choosing a new path, and she turned down a new corridor. A figure was ahead, and her eyes lit up, an impossibly rosy smile blossoming across her lips.

“Hey!” Astrid called, her voice light and singsong. She trotted to catch the person, her shoes clicking on the stone floor. “Wait up! It’s for the paper!” Her legs aided her admittedly poor running, and Astrid gasped as she came closer. “What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

Sample Roleplay Response:

They had different schedules.

He hadn't expected that, but Hogwarts wasn't exactly living up to how it thought it would be. The weather was indeed more tolerable, but he couldn't help but feel like it was beneath him. How did Hero enjoy herself here? They had been raised in with the world as their classroom, and even in Durmstrang he had found himself challenged...

“Wait up! It’s for the paper!”

Here, he was interview for a school newspaper that no one would read.

Lysander leaned against the wall, stopping before entering his next class as he waited for the girl to catch up. It was out of sheer boredom that he agreed to see what she wanted. Maybe she would question him about his opinions on the Ministry's newest policies, or maybe she had some insight on those deaths Lysander had heard about all the way in Russia....

“What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

Alas.

"The legs are fine. If you close your eyes and pretend it's chicken, you'll love it. It's cow stomach that I have a hard time with. I've heard it's an acquired taste." He shrugged, wondering why he was even bothering to answer her. She smiled prettily at him, so Lysander let their shoulders brush together as the gap between them closed. Before she could open her mouth to ask him another petty question, he decided to counter with one of his own.

"Tell me...what have you heard about Hero Savage? I want to know everything."

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