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Name: Guillaume Cossé-Brissac

Birthday: July 30th, 1936

Hometown: Godric's Hollow

Bloodline:
Registered as Pureblood, but is Halfblood.

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): Fourth | Third

Biography:
Guillaume has been born and bred on the good life. The Cossé-Brissac lineage dates to centuries ago, and ever since they have been part  of the proud French pureblood aristocracy.Even at his childhood, the boy knew his future was already laid out for him: he graduate from Beauxbatons and would work somewhere his father deemed fit, marry somebody whom his family choosed and whom he would never love, and then maybe have a bunch of kids whom would undergo the same process.

Unlike his sister, he did not rebel against this hold, and unlike his brother, he did not stand passive at it. He was the third of four siblings, and the bohemian one - if a premeditated future was the price to pay, why not? And yet, why play the whole holier-than-thou his brother seemed to like so much, when he himself was not the heir? So Guillaume reveled in the luxury his name gave him. He had always been mom favorite anyway - preening her own keen senses for the finer arts with the knowledge at least one of her offspring was an artist.

That why it seemed so unfair for him to be stripped bare from at of it. Because, in the end, Guillaume was a bastard.

It came as vile surprise, an embust, this wretched knowledge. They had just arrived at home for the summer holidays when he was called to his not-father's office. Guillaume had no idea how this had come to surface, but he hated his mom for not lying better. Months of pure hell at home, before they decided to send him away, to live with an relative he had not seem more than two times his entire life - the scandal of this should never come to the public, so he would keep the name and receive a meager allowance till he graduated.

And now, here he is: At Hogwarts. Poor and disowned.

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House Request:Slytherin.

Personality: Guillaume can look like the stereotypical rich boy. Probably because he is. Spoiled and arrogant, sometimes his manners can be abhorrent - not to say he can be rather temperamental, and prone to fits of anger. He's very, very short of being a bully sometimes, to be honest. And yet, if he's consider you a friend - a real friend, that is - you will never find a fiercer protector - to the point of being overbearing, he don't really know the meaning of 'too much' and 'personal space'. Part of it is because he can't stand being alone.

His grades at Beauxbatons have been mediocre, at best - not much because of a intellectual lack and more because he prioritized his social interactions over hours of study. But the boy has a way with words that may prove useful. Guillaume has more than mildly distaste for sports, and prefers to die before being forced to play Quidditch.

His love life barely has started, but already show itself troublesome - recently, he has fallen in love with his best friend Jean, a boy he has known since before they could walk and talk. Between awakard scapades and fumbling kisses, Guillaume lives with the fear of his family discovered them - even now, when they have been separed for good.

Appearance:He is proud to call himself handsome - he has inherit all his mother good traits, after all. Hair of a dark blond paired with green eyes and unmarred clear skin. Guillaume is growing fast and can be supposes he will be rather tall if his current 5'4" are anything of a clue.

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Guillaume hummed quiet while walking to the dorms, chewing bits of an apple he has managed to smuggle out of the great hall - a shine red thing that looked so out of place in the midst of the endless green the house he had been put seems to prefer. Regardless, he had snatched it before someone had the chance.

He still hadn't come to terms with attending Hogwarts - for him, Beauxbatons would always be superior. Better. Greater. But beggars can't be choosers, and he supposed this place couldn't be so bad. Or at least he hoped it.

"H-h-hello?" He stopped after hearing the childish voice, musing. He was in a dark spot, so maybe the girl hadn't seen him yet - but he has sure he recognized the little brat from somewhere. Aside this, it was clear she wasn't from Slytherin - or else she would not be scared as doe in the middle of the dungeons.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?" Guillaume couldn't contain a smile after this - ah, yes, other veterans had told him about this small prank some firsties from their rival house would receive. Emma Birch, humph! He could either scare the live out of the brat, or just send her scurrying back to her own dorm - unfortunaly,  he was not in the mood for playing.

"Lost something here?" His tone was ironical.
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Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Guillaume Cossé-Brissac

Birthday: July 30th, 1936

Hometown: Godric's Hollow

Bloodline:
Registered as Pureblood, but is Halfblood.

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): Fourth | Third

Biography:
Guillaume has been born and bred on the good life. The Cossé-Brissac lineage dates to centuries ago, and ever since they have been part  of the proud French pureblood aristocracy.Even at his childhood, the boy knew his future was already laid out for him: he graduate from Beauxbatons and would work somewhere his father deemed fit, marry somebody whom his family choosed and whom he would never love, and then maybe have a bunch of kids whom would undergo the same process.

Unlike his sister, he did not rebel against this hold, and unlike his brother, he did not stand passive at it. He was the third of four siblings, and the bohemian one - if a premeditated future was the price to pay, why not? And yet, why play the whole holier-than-thou his brother seemed to like so much, when he himself was not the heir? So Guillaume reveled in the luxury his name gave him. He had always been mom favorite anyway - preening her own keen senses for the finer arts with the knowledge at least one of her offspring was an artist.

That why it seemed so unfair for him to be stripped bare from at of it. Because, in the end, Guillaume was a bastard.

It came as vile surprise, an embust, this wretched knowledge. They had just arrived at home for the summer holidays when he was called to his not-father's office. Guillaume had no idea how this had come to surface, but he hated his mom for not lying better. Months of pure hell at home, before they decided to send him away, to live with an relative he had not seem more than two times his entire life - the scandal of this should never come to the public, so he would keep the name and receive a meager allowance till he graduated.

And now, here he is: At Hogwarts. Poor and disowned.

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

House Request:Slytherin.

Personality: Guillaume can look like the stereotypical rich boy. Probably because he is. Spoiled and arrogant, sometimes his manners can be abhorrent - not to say he can be rather temperamental, and prone to fits of anger. He's very, very short of being a bully sometimes, to be honest. And yet, if he's consider you a friend - a real friend, that is - you will never find a fiercer protector - to the point of being overbearing, he don't really know the meaning of 'too much' and 'personal space'. Part of it is because he can't stand being alone.

His grades at Beauxbatons have been mediocre, at best - not much because of a intellectual lack and more because he prioritized his social interactions over hours of study. But the boy has a way with words that may prove useful. Guillaume has more than mildly distaste for sports, and prefers to die before being forced to play Quidditch.

His love life barely has started, but already show itself troublesome - recently, he has fallen in love with his best friend Jean, a boy he has known since before they could walk and talk. Between awakard scapades and fumbling kisses, Guillaume lives with the fear of his family discovered them - even now, when they have been separed for good.

Appearance:He is proud to call himself handsome - he has inherit all his mother good traits, after all. Hair of a dark blond paired with green eyes and unmarred clear skin. Guillaume is growing fast and can be supposes he will be rather tall if his current 5'4" are anything of a clue.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.

Guillaume hummed quiet while walking to the dorms, chewing bits of an apple he has managed to smuggle out of the great hall - a shine red thing that looked so out of place in the midst of the endless green the house he has been put seems to prefer. Regardless, he had snatched it before someone had the chance.

He still hadn't come to terms with attending Hogwarts - for him, Beauxbatons would always be superior. Better. Greater. But beggars can't be choosers, and he supposes this place cannot be so bad. Or at least he hopes it.

"H-h-hello?" He stopped after hearing the childish voice, musing. He was in a dark spot, so maybe the girl hadn't seen him yet - but he has sure he recognized the little brat from somewhere. Aside this, it was clear she wasn't from Slytherin - or else she would not be scared as doe in the middle of the dungeons.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?" Guillaume couldn't contain a smile after this - ah, yes, other veterans have told him about this small prank some firsties from their rival house would receive. Emma Birch, humph! He could either scare the live out of the brat, or just send her scurrying back to her own dorm - unfortunaly, today he was not in the mood for playing.

"Lost something here?" His tone was ironical.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Guillaume Cossé-Brissac

Gender: Male || Birthday: July 30, 1934

Age: 14

Bloodline: Registered as Pureblood, but he ultimately don't know

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
His parents are Éloy and Adeline Cossé-Brissac, but he will be living with an far relative - Abbigail Lovecraft -  from now on.

Residence:
The Lovecraft Residence, Godric's Hollow

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
No, i don't.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No, i don't wish to be approved as a group.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Bentinho Marques

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
The last two months were the worst in Guillaume's life. He was many things: a bohemian by nature, part of the elite, a handsome face with a cruel mouth, a being of fickle and often explosive temperament, the third son of famous soprano Adeline Dousseau.
And now he was a bastard.
He had just arrived home for holidays, as did his brothers and cousins. The cold marble of the mansion and the silence of the whole house was not a surprise, being called at his father's office was. Could they have discovered his inclinations? That secret immorality that he holded so close to his heart?
The moment in itself was too brief for the destruction of his whole life. Éloy Cossé-Brissac voice was clipped and sharp - the only trace of emotion being his eyes. Adeline was crying silently on the leather couch, her face was abnormally swollen, and Guillaume did not allow himself to think about what might have happened to her moments before.
"You will not stain the name of this family," the man who was not his father said, "This do not get out of this house."
After that, everything became chaos.
His name was said in doors-closed discussions. He was forbidden to see Belle, Louis and Jam - his siblings -  as well as to communicate with his friends at Beauxbatons. His heart squeezed as he imagined what his dear Jean would be thinking of his silence. His uncles and cousins ​​were divided into forced smiles and disgusted looks. The servants whispered at his back. His mother did not look him in the eye.
It was hell.
So they finally decided what they would do with him. A long  - which actually meant definite - stay with a distant relative in England. He would receive an allowance - that was incredible meager, compared to what he was accustomed to - until his graduation. He would keep the Cossé-Brissac surname to avoid scandals, and if he knew what was good for himself, he would keep his mouth shut.
No one accompanied him on the trip to the railroad, but his mother had given him a last kiss on the forehead before seeing him depart - pressing a brown envelope into the boy's hands.
He said goodbye mentally for his entire life.

Roleplay:
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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:
He raised a blond eyebrow at the child in front of him. The heat of the day was making him uncomfortable - the boy has always been more of an indoor person.
And yet, he had to be here. If there was something Guillaume Cossé-Brissac could do, it was the game of social interactions. He needed to carve a place at the top for himself again - and for that, he would need allies.
Even so, a snotty little girl like that was not his best choice.
Guillaume knew better than to fill his time with the racaille.
"No"

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