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Archived Applications / B. Rose
« on: 25/04/2019 at 22:35 »

Application for Hogwarts School




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Name:Bryson Uriah Rose

Birthday: 29 June

Hometown: New York City, New York

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration

Year (pick two):Sixth, Fifth

Biography:
  Cousin to infamous Serena Rose-McCormick, and the scandal worthy Chloe Elita-Rose. As the Rose curse goes, Bryson’s beginning was just as dark and dreary, much like the thunderstorm of our favorite blondes. Much unlike his cousins, the boy attempted to have much more positive outlook, despite how dark his own past was.

   Geoffrey Rose, brother to the eldest Rose heir, had four children with his beloved Vivian. Shiloh, Evvan, Bryson, and Trini were all rambunctious children, always causing a stir in the home.  All four children at one point attended Hogwarts, all in the house of crimson and gold. Their lives were the same as other pureblood children; duty, schedules, parties. Until their parents were killed in a tragic boating accident several years ago.

   The four were sent to live with their grandparents, Kellen and Beatrice. It was there they spent their time, growing closer to one another, and to their guardians. Even more so tragically, their grandmother fell ill to dragon pox in 1952, and the following year, their grandfather too passed. And so, the children were sent to live with their cruel Aunt Alice. She was nothing at all like her kind, soft brother. Instead they found a cold heart, and even colder outward personality. They all had began to resent her.

   Being the eldest, Shiloh is fiercely loyal and protective of him siblings, and currently works at the Ministry. Evvan, freshly graduated, believes his family is the center of his life, but is quiet, intense. Trini is the youngest, being two years younger than Brys, and the wild flower child. Always with a grin and flowers in her hair, Brys secretly loves her the most of the family.

   Life at Hogwarts had been going really well for Bryson. He had made friends with a fair amount of students, finding eyes for Pilar firstly. That first summer was spent pining over her with first snogs and secret hangouts, only to be tossed aside once Bracken Thomas weaseled his way into the girl’s heart. But he was used to being looked over for those more brash, more outspoken, until Artie came along. She was his fire, his air, his world.

Until her attack.

And now they were nothing.   /i]

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

House Request: Gryffindor

Personality:
Bryson is probably the nicest guy anyone would meet. Loyal and kind to almost a fault, trying to please everyone, especially those he considers dear to his heart. He’s very much a fixer, in terms of other people’s problems. He can’t control his own life, so he wants to help in any way he can to make anything easier for other people.

He knows people try to take advantage of him, and sometimes, he lets it happen. Purely because he wants to see the good in everyone, and hope they make the right decision. But once you wrong him, that’s it. There’s no going back. He won’t allow it.

He’s always very humble, despite how the few friends he has air up his ago when they can.


Appearance:
Bryson just hit a growth spurt over the summer, and now stands at just over six feet tall. His jet black hair is shaggy with some curl, reaching his ears by now, and he doesn’t like to cut it. He has hazel hues that tend to darken when he’s concentrating, so not many people notice, if any at all. When he smiles genuinely, it reaches his eyes, causing dimples and wrinkles beside his eyes.

He has a scar trailing from his left elbow, all the way to his wrist on his forearm. Along with that, Brys has little scars here and there; on his hands, legs, and lower back. For being a pureblood, his hands do have some unusual calluses that roughen them up.



Option I:

The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.

A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.

The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.

Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.

Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.

If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.

Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.

"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.



Girls were simply cruel. There was no other way to say it, and boy, did it need to be said. He just couldn’t understand why they wanted to scare the poor first year walking ahead. Of course, no one really listened to Bryson Rose. Honestly, not anyone really paid attention to him until the past summer. But it wasn’t about him.

It was about them.

The upper year girls who thought lying and scaring kids were a great past time. This is why none of them ever earned his own attention, not really anyway. Because of how they acted towards one another. Who wanted to date a mean girl? (Well, Pilar didn’t count. He didn’t know she was one until it was too late.) Not him.

“Evangeline?” he whispered harshly. “It’s Brys.”

But she was probably too far to hear him. The teen turned to a quick jog in an attempt to catch up with her, fully intending on giving her a lecture on how to think with her own mind.

Godric, he sounded like Shiloh.




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Elsewhere Accepted / Elsewhere Teen
« on: 10/10/2018 at 21:50 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Bryson Uriah Rose

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Alice Rose

Residence:
London

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
No

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:
Zo & Co

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
   
Yes. Another bloody Rose child.


   Cousin to infamous Serena Rose-McCormick, and the scandal worthy Chloe Elita-Rose. As the Rose curse goes, Bryson’s beginning was just as dark and dreary, much like the thunderstorm of our favorite blondes.
   Geoffrey Rose, brother to the eldest Rose heir, had four children with his beloved Vivian. Shiloh, Evvan, Bryson, and Trini were all rambunctious children, always causing a stir in the home.  All four children at one point attended Hogwarts, all in the house of crimson and gold. Their lives were the same as other pureblood children; duty, schedules, parties. Until their parents were killed in a tragic boating accident several years ago.
   The four were sent to live with their grandparents, Kellen and Beatrice. It was there they spent their time, growing closer to one another, and to their guardians. Even more so tragically, their grandmother fell ill to dragon pox in 1952, and the following year, their grandfather too passed. And so, the children were sent to live with their cruel Aunt Alice. She was nothing at all like her kind, soft brother. Instead they found a cold heart, and even colder outward personality. They all had began to resent her.
Being the eldest, Shiloh is fiercely loyal and protective of him siblings, and currently works at the Ministry. Evvan, freshly graduated, believes his family is the center of his life, but is quiet, intense. Trini is the youngest, being two years younger than Brys, and the wild flower child. Always with a grin and flowers in her hair, Brys secretly loves her the most of the family.


Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:
Another day of dealing with dear old nan. The hint of sarcasm flooding his sense, attempting to ignore each syllable that fell from her sinister mouth. Head hung low, fists deep into expensive trousers, Bry walked just slightly behind her, as if her evil would rub off on him indefinitely.

"In my day, one wouldn't be caught with someone of that filth..."

She droned as she had all summer long about his cousin's illegitimate pregnancy. Honestly, it was all about annoying. He had nothing against Chloe, but who in Merlin's Bead gave the slightest concern about what she was up in her own time. Surely not him. And not his siblings.

The eyes she gave the park made his stomach churn, as if the children were tiny insects she wanted to swat away. It wouldn't have surprised him in the slightest if she reached out and knicked one for the hell of it. Instead, by his own dismay, his Aunt cut through the grass, attempting to get past the group playing.

But instead, a rather loud voice his attention. A gentler smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he stopped briefly. "I wish I could, little girl." 


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