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Elsewhere Accepted / Ignis Fides Rivers [adult]
« on: 09/09/2014 at 18:32 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

Character Name: Ignis Fides Rivers.
(I did not really make it to the last activity check. Also, I consider this as an excellent opportunity to re-rexplore this character of mine and give that bloody knowitall a job. This also feels immensely important.)
Gender: Female.
Age: 19 (20'06'1923).

Hapsburg School of the Magical Arts, '34-'35
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, '35-'41.

Honors: Ravenclaw Prefect ('37-'39), Quidditch Captain ('38-'41), Nurse in the Hospital Wing ('36-'41), Head Girl ('40-'41).

Shoreditch, London, UK.

Freelance Lawyer (forever in training and learning more everyday) & Full Time Rebel.

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?

Requested Magic Levels:
Those are the levels she's graduated with. They're already set.
  • Charms: 15.
  • Divination: 12.
  • Transfiguration: 13.
  • Summoning: 12.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Mr Loxias "Partypooper" Ricardus Jr. and his best friends.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
They all slipped from her.

The young woman had learnt to understand that her presence was like a vixen's, she would only cause trouble and riots, if nothing else. Her attitude had always been cold towards people, only looking for allies rather than for friends. Letting people come close to you blurred her vision, made her overruled by emotions. She had never become emotionally attached to merely friends, had never really given them much insight in the dark and dusty corners of her mind. They had never been able to relate.

The only person who had ever been able to relate, was gone now, anyway. And he could probably only relate because he was a heartless and stingy jellyfish himself to begin with. He could relate to people who were carved out of the same wood, who used to shut others out just like he could. The only kind of people that he could ever connect with.

She had been so weak in his hands, she had been in his power. He could have told her to jump, and she would have. He had been, ever had been, a saint to her. The idealized version of a sibling that she had never had. Of a family. Even though she had projected that trait on him.

He had been crap at family things.

That much had become clear over time.

It was for the better she should be left alone. It was for the better that
he had departed to Merlin knows where. They all did after a while, even when they had promised to stick around. But it gave her the time that she needed to become what she needed to become. To strive for a new goal in a life. The words did not slip from her, nor the habit to strive for justice.

She had always strived to be just.

While all along, she had been as atrociously deceived as all the others.

Ignis Fides Rivers had always fought for the equal rights of wizards and witches, no matter what kind of blood flowed through their veins to keep them alive. She had always placed herself opposite of the authoritative men of power who had claimed that only the ones with pure blood were allowed the human rights. They had been inhumane demons in her eyes, and by that, she had only lowered herself to their level. Had only disgraced herself while she had aimed to fight for grace.

She had seen them as imbeciles, incapable of reasoning. But she could now see that they were actually quite well in reasoning, that they were well trained in bending the reality in their profit. They were eloquent speakers that made the best of the situation, provided themselves with a biblical justification of their power. Not to mention they had all the funds and cronyism.

Above all stupidity she had once blamed them with, they had had the insight of sticking together by backroom politics and shady backstabbing, making themselves ever so mighty in comparison to the ill-, and only secretive, united majorities.

They were clever.

Fides' insights had only come with age. And even though she had not aged much ever since her graduation as a shortsighted raven chick, she could now see what ideals she had been subjected to as they were printed on her retina. How they had infected her brain and had turned her in a monster of the same caliber as all the elitists.

They had only sketched the situation out of the perspective of the repressed, out of their pain and heartache. Just like the elitists had only ever sketched their own situation out of their own point of view. What missed was the objective stance in the matter, one Fides still didn't claim to possess.

(Nothing is as futile as the just truth as it slips through the fingers of men like granules of sand.)

The fingers of the nineteen year old witch slipped through the pages in the book. The parchment yellowed, the ink turned into a blueish tint that almost seemed to exaggerate its age. Hazel eyes tracked her finger as it brushed under the lines, looking for the core concept.


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

Option One Reply -
She did not like the crowded streets of Diagon Alley, and she could not fathom that she had ever liked them. She did not like the way that people pressed against each other like they were all striving to become dried flowers between the pages of an ancient book. Fides pushed herself past some men talking authoritatively and with big gestures of thick fingers, as her ruby lips curled into a small apologetic smile.

So out in the open, it could hardly be of any importance. Hazel eyes stayed on their chubby appearances as she had passed, trying to recognize a face of a wealthy family. Someone with money and someone with the kind of news that she wanted to hear. Those were the new rich in town, the new purebloods. And they had nothing more to share then how big their house was.

At this very moment, at least, they were not of any importance.

Gloved fingers gently urged people out of the way, eyes humbly cast down when necessary. She had calmed down on the outside, but the fire still blazed within. The ones who looked her in the eye, could see the ambition gleam in her pupils.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”

Had it not been for the woman to fall just in the way she was heading, she most likely would have left it for the gentlemen to handle with. They had always been so eager to help a lady in distress, especially the pretty ones - exceptions only made concerning blood purity.

But Fides needed to pass and this woman nearly displaying her panties was still blocking her path. An exaggerated sigh slipped from the brunette's lips as she fished for the wand in her pocket.

Hazel eyes annoyed, she looked the woman in the face for a moment, her lips curled in irritation at the yelling and the drama.

"Your shoe most certainly won't be worldwide news."

It was impossible for a former Ravenclaw to miss a notebook when it was on display.

How did you find us? I was looking for awesomeness.

Archived Applications / Re: Ignis Fides Rivers
« on: 01/04/2012 at 19:01 »
Oops, I'm sorry. I've changed it right away;

Sample Roleplay Response: Ignis was shocked at what he yelled at her, but she wasn’t a person who would give up so easily.
She had seen him playing the game and she thought that his action was the only thing that actually was interesting about the whole game. She found Quidditch a stupid game. But as he had sat there, she saw that he probably didn’t think the same about it.
‘Do you want me to take a picture of you?’ Ignis asked him, a bit to snappy. She had come to cheer him up, not to be yelled at. But soon, she felt regret that she had been so snappy.
Ignis thought he looked pretty miserable and eager to be alone and so she said: ‘I’m sorry, I can see you have enough to think about. I’ll go. But hey, if you need someone to talk to, I’m here.’ As she walked off to leave him in peace.

Hope this is ok.

Archived Applications / Ignis Fides Rivers
« on: 01/04/2012 at 10:04 »

Name: Ignis Fides Rivers.
She’s not fond on nicknames nor her first name, so she prefers to be called Fides.
(I’ve already tried to change my name from “Ignis” to “Ignis Fides Rivers”, but I have no idea how)

Former Character's Name (if you had one): None.

House Request:I leave that to the sorting hat.

Year:  second-third
Type in your two year choices here.
*** Due to other applicants, we may not be able to fulfill your request but will try to keep you in the general age group.


Magical Strength (pick one):

Magical Weakness (pick one):

My suitcase was fully packed when I drew it upstairs. I can assure you that there are too many stairs in this new home. I finally found my bedroom in this new and strange house. I kicked against the clamping door and let myself in.
It was dusty in the old room and it smelled like rain. I liked the rain, but there had to be prepared a giant fire afterwards, I got cold very quickly. There was no fire in here.
But the place didn’t hide this true identity and was nothing less and nothing more than meets the eye. I admire honesty and true beauty, in people too.
I dropped my suitcase on my bed and saw the dust whirl around it. In the suitcase where some clothes, my spell and philosophy books and some old pictures of back home.
Me and my father, me and my mother, me and my…
I mustn’t think about the past, I thought as I felt some tears coming up in my brown eyes –much like my father’s. He used to call me Hazel eyes when I was younger. Now, they were at the bottom of the ocean. Alone, cold and forgotten, in the ruins of a ship that once slit the water like a knife. They were gone now –and they left me all by myself. All right, not all by myself, there appeared to be some relatives in a (for me) foreign country, so I had to move from Holland. Across the same ocean –so you can imagine that was my first reason why I didn’t want to move.
And the second reason? Oh, did I mention I had to go to a boarding school in this foreign country? If there is one thing I don’t like, it is a boarding school. I don’t like people forcing me to do something. And I feel trapped inside places I can’t get out. I want some space, different people around me every day of the year, the eastern wind in my long brown wavy hair. And of course some paper and ink, for I must write. No dairies, not something girl-like like a diary, but everything that comes to mind.
I thought they would have all the ink and paper I wanted, but not the space to run around.
The letter came a day after my arrival, I must have fumbled it and thrown in a corner. I don’t want to look at it again, I don’t want to go to the so-called place of Hogwarts. But I had to.
I wiped my long brown hair out of my eyes and looked in the cracked mirror across the room. I didn’t notice it until just now. I looked at myself, sitting on the edge of a strange bed. My hair was a curly mess and my clothes were plain simple and a bit smudgy from a day’s travel. I was skinny and tall, and people referred to me as a pretty girl. That wasn’t exactly what I thought about myself.
I got up, and turned the mirror around so I would no longer see my reflection.


Option I:

Blimey, the Great Hall was packed. It seemed like everywhere a guy looked there was some clown waving around a House banner or yelling about the game.

'Can you believe it?' 'No way!' 'This must be the biggest upset in Hogwarts Quidditch history...'

Stupid Quidditch.

James flopped into an empty seat at the end of the table, shoved an empty plate out of the way, and let his head sink onto his crossed arms, squishing his freckled nose down flat against the tabletop. He wasn't sure why he'd even bothered to come here, since he definitely wasn't hungry. He'd probably never eat again, in fact. He didn't deserve to eat. He hadn't stopped in the locker room to change out of his muddy, sweaty uniform after the game either, because he was pretty sure he probably didn't deserve to be clean too; and anyway he couldn't stand to see the looks on his team mates' faces after he blew their chance at winning one of the biggest games they had ever played.

Just one lousy shot. That's all it would have taken. If he could have just got that one stupid foul shot to go through that one stupid hoop, they could have won and he wouldn't have been the biggest blockhead in the entire school.

As if to prove the point, half the people at the next table suddenly broke into a loud victory chant. James pressed his face further into his arms to hide the bright red blotches he could feel creeping up his cheeks. That was it. He was just going to have to run away and move to Nova Scotia. He'd just cost the three-year-in-a-row Champions the Quidditch Cup! How do you ever live that one down for crying out loud? He was only a second year and he was going to spend the rest of his life as 'that dumb cry-baby kid who dropped the Quaffle!'

It felt like every set of eyes in the room was boring into him, and James couldn't stand it anymore. He jerked himself back up from the table and stomped right back out of the Hall the same way he had come in. As he stormed into the quieter hallway outside, he could hear footsteps somewhere behind him. James rounded on the sound and began to shout, his brown eyes shining with tears. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"

Sample Roleplay Response: I was shocked at what he yelled at me, but I wasn’t a person who would give up so easily.
I had seen him playing the game and I thought that his action was the only thing that actually was interesting about the whole game. I found Quidditch a stupid game. But as he had sat there, I saw that he probably didn’t think the same about it.
‘Do you want me to take a picture of you?’ I asked him, a bit to snappy. It made him turn around to walk away from me, but I grasped his arm. ‘Sorry, didn’t mean it that way. I just wanted to say I thought you were the guy that made the game interesting. You have to take it lightly, fellow. It’s not the end of the world.’ I smiled as he smiled back.

Optional: some social media I use was talking about it, so I thought: ‘why not take a look? Sounds fun,’

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