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Archived Applications / Irene Xavier
« on: 07/12/2014 at 18:42 »
Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Irene Xavier
Birthday: 31st October, 1926
Hometown: Windsor, England, United Kingdom
Bloodline:
Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown
Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning
Year (pick two):
Year Six
Biography:
‘If you’re lazy about what you want, you’ll never get it. Work for it, and you can achieve it. Have pride in yourself, girl.’
Irene’s father had spoke many harsh but true things to his daughter but Irene felt this one was perfectly ironic coming from his mouth. Her father was very lazy when it came to parenting and decided he’d rather leave it to the Nanny to do the hard stuff. He’d rather sit at the end of their pointlessly long table and bark stuff down at her about pride, about their family name, about how lousy her mother was. Ah yes, the one that got away.
Irene was not like her father in ways (she was very glad of that) but she still had his pride, his determination and steeled mind. She was a hard worker and had reached independence at the tender age of eleven (the year she started her first year at Hogwarts), and did not mind. In fact, she loved to be able to not rely on others to help her because in her eyes it was deemed, well, lazy.
She’d grown up friendless and reclusive in Windsor; locked away in that big house with nothing better to do but sit in library and watch the world from outside. Being a complete Pure-blooded family, her father was very biased about anyone other than Half-blooded (and then he only tolerated them), and don’t even get him started on Muggle borns. Irene wasn’t like that, people was people at the end of the day and she didn't particularly care.
After being housed into Slytherin, this is where her true friends came from. She developed as a person and became less of her father’s girl. She whizzed through her Hogwarts years without trouble and excelled in her lessons, especially potions.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
House Request:
Slytherin
Personality:
Can be melancholy at the best of times, but she's fiercely loyal to her friends. She works hard to get what she wants, even if she has to take drastic leaps and bounds to do so. She can be cold and disconnected if she doesn't particularly like someone but will try to give a justified reason on why she doesn't.
Appearance:
Pale skinned, bright cold blue eyes, charcoal black hair. She has a sharp and prominent face. She is tall and trim, her body is well looked after.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.
“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.”
Reply:
'Its for the paper!'
Irene gave a long and drawn out sigh and shifted her satchel on her shoulder. Should she be merciful and give the quite desperate student the satisfaction or keep on walking to the common room?
Irene halted her pace and turned, raising an eyebrow. "Frog legs? Well, hm.." she tapped a long pale finger on her chin before looking to the reporter. "I think it's a quite dull topic to talk about, to be frank. How about something more... dynamic? Scandal, secrets, or something that won't bore the reader to death?" she sighed dramatically before giving a quick smile and cocking her head slightly to the side.
→ ABOUT YOU.
Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous):
Irene had been a student before but due to inactivity, I'm redoing her once more:)
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