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Archived Applications / nolan mortez
« on: 01/12/2016 at 14:58 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Nolan Barbary Mortez

Birthday:  23 May, 1938

Hometown: London

Bloodline:
 Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two): 1st, 2nd

Biography:
It started at the Mortez Manor, where Nolan, along with his brother and sister, Barbaray and Abby, were born to Victorire and Jason Mortez, when their mother went into labour. Jason, who was a man of his word and ruled their household with an iron fist, retired to his study where he would have a glass of water while he waited for the triplets to be born. When they were born, he returned to them to see his children and to help his wife in the recovery process.The triplets were a rambunctious whirlwind of mischief, and their parents had their hands quite full the first five years. But Abby grew up to go to Beauxbatons, While Barbaray went to Durmstrang, and Nolan to Hogwarts.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Gryffindor

Personality: Nolan is helpful and kind, preferring to help rather than to hurt. He's never said a mean word to anyone, least of all friends and family. But he's brave and courageous, standing up for complete strangers, for braveness just came naturally to him. He's loyal to death- when you become his friend you'll have a friend for a lifetime, and loyal to his family, his bloodline, and to his school. He's always dreamed of becoming a Gryffindor, where the brave dwell at heart.

Appearance: The boy almost reached five foot six even when he's a first year, being tall naturally like his father. His hair is dark and a dirty blonde, and usually ends up falling in front of his face. His skin his porcelain, with strong hands and dark green eyes. In each long stride they promised strong, corded muscles.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Nolan Mortez was good at most things. However, the only thing he wasn't good at was sneaking around, and following people.So it was only his luck that Evangeline probably heard his footsteps. The dungeons were cold and eerie at that time- he saw her wrap her arms around herself, shivering. The rotten, burning smell reached Nolan's nose just as it did to Evangeline's, and he wanted to gag. But he couldn't, because he was here to try and help her, hopefully without alerting her that he was here.

He froze, tensing so hard that his muscles quivered when the little blond-haired girl's voice rang through the dungeons.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

Almost seconds after saying just that and seconds when Nolan was holding his breath praying that she hadn't heard him, Evangeline jumped herself. Nolan winced, stepping slowly out of his hiding place and raising his hands slowly. "No, Evangeline, its just me, Nolan, from Gryffindor. I'm sorry if I scared you."




→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Wolff Maverick, Edmund Lookwood, Isla Raiyne

How did you find us?: Google

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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: wolverton marley maverick, but he only goes by wolff, his preferred nickname (He prefers to use this for everything instead of his birth name because it draws less attention to himself).
Gender: male.
Age: twenty one.
Blood Status: Pureblood, as is his family's bloodlines- there hasn't been a Mudblood and most likely never will be.

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Residence:
1. Maverick Manor, England, UK
2. Wolve Castle, Berlin, Germany


Occupation
unemployed, as of right now.

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, hopefully as a Hit-Wizard to help deal with criminals, he's always had a fascination for them. (As he hopes)

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 7.
  • Divination: 5.
  • Transfiguration: 10.
  • Summoning: 10.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
nope

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Edmund Lookwood, Isla Raiyne, Nolan Mortez (all pending)

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Type your response here.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Type your response here.

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Archived Applications / fifteen year old wolff maverick
« on: 21/10/2016 at 16:28 »
born in 1934. wip!

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