Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Constance Razi
Birthday:Hometown: Collinbrae Manor, Oban, ScotlandThis ancestral Razi manor was falling into disuse, until the start of the war and Edith Razi and her family were sent here for there protection. Rural and secluded in NW Scotland, it is the safest place in all the UK.
Bloodline: Pureblood (presumed)
Magical Strength (pick one):While her strongest is currently Divination, she is technically the best with Transfiguration. (D2)
Magical Weakness (pick one):She has no experience with Transfiguration, but she will quickly exceed expectations, and earn the ire of her mother. (T0)
Year (pick two):Preferable as Second Year, optional First Year
Biography: Each Razi woman attending Hogwarts has left her own unique mark. For Constance that means that she has to be different from all the others that have attended before her. For the last year, she has become a personality chameleon, changing her personality every morning to see which one she likes best. She still hasn't found one that she likes best.
When the war started, Edith took her daughter to one of the more northern of Razi estates in Scotland. In the north, Constance was safe, but very isolated. The estate was small, but comfortable, designed for extended family and half a dozen servants. Constance had full run of the house. In one of her personality versions, she insisted on living alone in the South wing, with a single servant and house elf. That lasted almost four weeks, until she craved more human contact.
Cons, as she now prefers to be called (much better than the month she insisted on having her name changed to Amethyst), has shown a complete dedication to painting for the summer. She has determined that self-expression is the greatest test for her choices in personality. Her painting skills, while completely atrocious in the beginning, have begun to develop a style. It leans a bit to the disturbing side, but she feels that artwork must force an emotional response.
The move to Scotland has also produced another complication in her young life. Intellect. Her mother, Edith, applied for the position of Divination Professor. Without much ceremony, Edith began instructing Constance in the role of becoming a Ravenclaw. Both offered seem to have failed. First, another professor was chosen to lead Divination, and her attempt to raise Cons intellectual abilities failed. Constance doesn't play with intellectual concepts as well as her mother. Puzzles and riddles she can manage well enough, but Constance doesn't have the dedication it takes to focus on conceptual ideas.
In addition, her lack of social interaction has left her devoid of many of the connections to other people's emotions. She toys with people, still trying to determine how they work, but fails to connect with them emotionally. Still, she makes the effort, fearlessly confronting her social gracelessness. One day, she hopes to uncover the part of her personality that harbors dislike toward others and change it. But for now, she tries to fake it as best she can, until someone realizes that it's all an act.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.House Request:I shall let The Hat decide
Personality:Constance finds humor in everything, even things that aren't funny. Sometimes things that are inappropriate. She has a hard time reconciling effect with a cause. Things just seem to happen, and most times it can all seem quite silly. Or, maybe she just doesn't have a filter to keep her from laughing at everything.
Every year, every day, every minute, she is willing to reinvent herself. What she used to be is nothing compared to what she has become, and is likely to be nothing like what she will become. She has no fear of giving up everything she believes in to become someone else entirely. She will be a Razi woman, but that means she must be unique, and unique is very difficult.
Appearance:Constance is thin, like her mother, though not quite as weak or feeble, though truth be told, her mother is not as feeble as she presents herself. Her hair is dark brown, like her mother. And they have a similar appearance. She definitely takes after her mother. The resemblance to her father is... Minimal. Assuming her father is actually her father. Her mother has never hinted at anything else, but Constance has some suspicion that her father might not be related. Not enough to voice openly, but in the deep recesses of her mind, she has noticed some flaws in her features that neither her mother or father possess.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.“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 so elusive 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 had to 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.”Cons looked the girl over, a couple years older than her, less intelligent, more desperate to please. She would make a good reporter, until they gave her some thing difficult. Then she wouldn't survive the hard criticism. She almost felt sorry for the girl.
"Why would you want to feed legs to frogs? They prefer bugs and slugs. Honestly, you would think you would do some reading about frogs before you asked such silly questions." Preposterous. Frogs could live perfectly well on their own just on the flies that dwelled by the Care of Magical Creatures stables. Or upon the slugs in the greenhouses.
"Have you considered feeding owls legs?"
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