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Archived Applications / Maxwell Valentine
« on: 31/12/2019 at 21:05 »
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Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Maxwell Valentine

Birthday: April 20th, 1945

Hometown: Lakeside Walk, Hogsmeade

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two):
Third (primary - preferred), Second (if he had repeated or came late)

Biography:
The first son, but the second child, Max was born to the Valentine's on a cold spring day in Hogsmeade, as the snow was still thawing on the trees. He was a quiet baby, and rather shy at first in those early years, but that was an affliction that he grew out of rather quickly.

Unlike his sister, Elly (or Eleanor, rather, when the two of them are butting heads and calling one another by their full names), who enjoyed the occasional deep dive into a pile of books, Max's tastes ran more towards taking in the world, and exploring Hogsmeade with his trusted companion by his side. Soaking up the knowledge that came out among people, in a way that may have been closer in line with his mother.

That said, however, he still did enjoy books like his father had. And spent the evenings at home with the man after Alex returned from the Miistry. Lost in countless experiments in the Valentine's labs, enjoying the journey through potions: his father's old passion before work in AMRS.


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

House Request: Ravenclaw

Personality:
An inquisitive soul, Max is always looking to soak up new things. Friendly than his father had been, he leans more towards Izzy's extroverted tendencies, making friends where he can. He isn't without his own occasional spark of his father however, finding days where he'd much rather be absorbed in himself or his own interests: be it a book, potions, or drawing/drawing in a leather bound journal about whatever most recent idea that that popped into his brain.

Appearance:
An almost spiting image of Alexander, with a small smattering of freckles inherited from Izzy, Max has mousy brown hair and grey-blue eyes like his father. An innocent smile hides the more mischievous nature, a warning that his parents were more than likely to give anyone that would ask. He is rather tidy in appearance when it comes to clothing, but if you find dirt on his trousers at all, then it is likely from the occasions that he went out hunting for things with Bear.


→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.

Option 2:

"I'm sorry. I wasn't aware of such a rule," he lied through his teeth, fixing the other with a what appeared to be a thousand yard stare. Deadpan in both tone and expression, much in the same way that his father had looked at people on occasion. Especially ones that seemed like this boy.

Max had to wonder though, what the caretaker would think if they had discovered the flowers torn up like this, and an idea bubbled at the back of his mind. A crooked grin slowly forming at the corners, but he stopped himself from entertaining the idea when the nagging tone of his mum played out.

'Play nice.'

"I think I saw your rat scamper off that way," he said with a resigned sigh, pointing with his hand down the path out of the gardens. "Best hurry. I think the owls are circling," he jabbed with a sanguine tone, grey-blue eyes glinting ever slightly. His hands tightened on his bag however, since the other boy was much older than him. But he knew a trick or two from his father, and had a pinch of something in his bag if the boy did turn on him.


→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous):
Jacob Scarborough, Alexander Valentine, et all

How did you find us?:
Magic *jazz hands*

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Elsewhere Accepted / Maxwell Valentine | Elsewhere Child
« on: 24/01/2019 at 04:43 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Maxwell Thomas Valentine III

Gender: Male

Age: 10

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Alexander Valentine & Isabelle Valentine (nee. Atkinson)

Residence:
Lakeside Walk, Hogsmeade - Highlands, Scotland, Great Britain

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:
Jacob Scarborough, Alexander Valentine, et all.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
The first son, but the second child, Max was born to Alex and Iz on a cold spring day in Hogsmeade as the snow was still thawing on the trees. He was a quiet baby, and rather shy at first in those early years, but that was an affliction that he grew out of rather quickly.

Unlike his sister, Elly (or Eleanor, rather, when the two of them are butting heads and calling one another by their full names), while Max enjoyed the occasional deep dive into a pile of books, his tastes ran more towards taking in the world, and exploring Hogsmeade with his trusted companion by his side.

Though given the size of Bear, his Saint Bernese, it was usually a pain to reign in the massive mountain of fur. If anything, he was just pulled along for the ride, especially when the pup got a little too rambunctious.

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 trudged 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:
 
It was safe to say that Max was - without a doubt - bored out of his mind.

As the youngest in his group of friends, he had been left behind in Hogsmeade while they were away at Hogwarts until winter break. Sure, he could have found some younger kids to play with, but in most cases that was too much energy to waste.

(Though he held that piece of information deep inside of himself, in the event that his mother might catch wind of it, since she had a habit of comparing him to his father when he got like that. Which, in all honesty, probably wasn't that far from the truth on most days.)

Currently he had found himself on a bench in the middle of the park, nose deep in some book that he had plucked out of his parent's conjoined home office, and was absently paging through it when a sharp bark tore his attention away from the book. His head jerked up a little, before falling on the girl in front of him, and cool blue-grey eyes assessed her.

"...Do you want to play?"

"I could. But it depends on the game," Max said slowly, mentally saving his place in the book for later, and snapping it shut before setting it in his lap. He pulled his legs up in front of him on the bench and crossed them beneath him, before leaning forward to rest his chin on the palm of his hand. "What game did you have in mind?"

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I've been here so long. But was originally pulled here by another member back in 2011.

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