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Archived Applications / Benjamin Looper - Application
« on: 01/04/2013 at 00:44 »
Application for Salem Institute
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Benjamin Looper
Birthday: November 4th
Hometown: Manhattan, New York
Bloodline:
Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown
Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning
Year (pick two): Senior or Junior (Preferably Junior)
Biography:
The road to nowhere ended abruptly. Bits of concrete hung over the edge of the cliff, clinging to vines that kept them from falling into the foggy ocean below. The landscape around the road was exceptionally grassy including a distant, tangled, complicated tree with branches that circled the sky in impossible twists and turns. Beneath the tree and stuck firmly into the ground was a marble piece with etched lettering that had faded after the recent rainstorms. The road ended so precipitously, it was as if Benjamin Looper remained carelessly dangling his legs off the edge of the world.
The seventeen year old perched upon the thick rim of his bedroom window on the fifteenth floor, overlooking the tops of office buildings and through the skyscraper windows across his window. He’d grow accustom to the city over the past few years. His apartment considered of a brown, sunken couch he’d found beaten up in the back of an alleyway, a cheap, rectangular, wooden table no higher than couch level and an inflatable mattress in the far left corner. Bright graffiti layered the paint peeling walls; posters of semi-naked woman hung pinned to the walls around the room. Dirty socks and crumpled papers crowded the leftover corners of the room. Cigarette butts occupied a black ash tray stuck to the table with a long overdue sticky solution he had never bothered investigating. Ashy circles burned into his mattress sheets.
He chose to live alone; occasionally taking girls back to his apartment was tolerated, as long as they left as quickly as they had arrived. His groceries amounted to spoiled milk, mayonnaise, pickles and deli meat; he went out to eat most nights. His parents regarded him as a junkie, constantly experimenting with new drugs traveling around the streets of Manhattan. They kicked him out, and Benjamin respectfully understood. His parents weren’t necessarily wrong.
He grunted, lifting himself from the rim of the window and planting his feet upon the heated, wood flooring. He kicked bundles of trash from his path to the kitchen, stretching his arms back and yawning. His watch read into the early afternoon hours. His stomach growled in protest. His clear blue eyes searched his fridge halfheartedly. He checked the mirror, studying his appearance. His dark hair was combed to the side, his eyes appeared slightly bloodshot, and his chin had gathered some stubble since the last shave. His black vest and tie hadn’t been battered or disturbed.
Benjamin didn’t appear as a lowlife junkie, as his parents described in frequent detail to their highly regarded therapists and doctors. He appeared youthful and kind hearted; he still was. Gathering his jacket from the coat hanger by the door, he exited his apartment complex and entered the booming, crowded city.
He rested in wobbling black chair outside a café under a red and white striped umbrella. He’d chosen a seafood appetizer he had trouble pronouncing the name of; he never chose the same meal twice. When he’d finish every item on a menu, he’d move on to a different café.
It was his way of remaining constant change; something he needed frequently to keep his interest everlasting.
He paid for the meal, and excused himself from his table. His next stop was traveled by train; he bought his ticket ahead of time. He visited the same location every day since the accident. Somehow, it had become routine.
He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, reluctantly glancing over it before replacing it back. His parents agreed to pay for his house and living expenses; however, cigarettes were another thing entirely. He was running low; he used his last pack sparingly. He entered the train station and boarded the train heading to Maine.
By the time he’d reached the general area, the sky had transformed from cloudy white to bright auburn orange. He’d walked from the station out to the cliffs by the ocean.
The landscape was fertile; the only thing remaining upright was a unique tree he’d taken a liking to the past year. There was a concrete road intended for a bridge, however the construction must have been canceled because the road ended an inch before the cliff dropped.
He walked over, taking a deep breath before kneeling down and wiping the dust from the single marble tomb stone under the twisted tree.
“Happy Birthday Leila.” The seventeen year old took a seat on the dusty ground, crossing his legs and looking over the dates etched into the stone. “—Almost a year now…”He murmured, feeling the chill breeze from the ocean currents weave through the grassy land comforted him.
“I miss being around you.” Silence swept over the area as Benjamin cleared his throat, his voice became hoarse. “I’m going back to Salem soon…so I won’t be able to visit you as much; forgive me.” Slowly, he rose back up and looked through the grassy field, picking flowers he found the most suitable as he searched. He walked back, placing the flowers shading from purple, orange to red, down under the name of Leila Barley.
Then, struggling to regain his composure, Benjamin walked to the edge of the cliff and crouched down, surveying the waves as they crashed against the sharp, jagged rocks of the coast. Carefully, he slipped his legs over the edge of the cliff, dangling them in the mild, salty ocean winds.
He grinned back at Leila as his eyes filled with tears.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
Society Request: Knight Society
Personality:
Bejamin Looper still remains a kid at heart, pranking, competing and joking around with others. He's frequently labeled as a "player" or a "junkie" due to his constant flirtations with women and participation in drugs outside of Salem.
However, due to his habits, he's very chemically influenced. He knows an extensive range of mixtures and compounds. He brews potions and creates different healing ointments/methods well.
Despite what he is labeled, he is well mannered, kind and caring. He comforts others who need his help and appears relaxed and content most times. He's a friendly man regardless to the frowned upon choices and decisions he makes.
Appearance:
Benjamin Looper has bright blue eyes and brown hair. He is average height, slim and usually well dressed. He carries around a box of cigarettes that he doesn't smoke from frequently.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to the Sample Roleplay below.
Obviously, partner projects hadn't been the best idea his professor had thought up.
The library smelt of rotting paperback covers and floor cleaner. Benjamin and his partner sat astray among mountains of shiny new to tattered and forgotten informational books. If the heat encasing the room raised one more degree, the entire library would burst into spontaneous, glowing flames.
Benjamin tossed another book aside, having read twenty pages into the chapter. He jotted down several useful notes before grasping another book at the top of the stack the two had created over a period of time. It was quiet work; they hadn't spoken a word to each other.
He glanced towards his partner, busying himself with a copy of Understanding America before turning his attention back to the stained brown cover before him, simply labeled America, by an author he couldn't read the name of without receiving the tease of an oncoming headache.
He attention flipped from the book to his partner as a relatively loud slam erupted through the silent library.
"How about I write the essay and stuff? You can just put your name on it. Sound good?"
Benjamin raised an eyebrow, smirking at the mere mention of his partner doing the work alone. How could he count on someone he hardly knew to do a decent job on their essay?
"No, no, that wouldn't be fair." He chuckled, tossing the brown covered book in front of him on top his pile of finished books.
"How about this? We either work together like we are now, or assign ourselves certain pieces of the essay, work on our own time and then put it together a few days before the essay is due."
Benjamin cleared his throat, "--Or I could do it, and you could put your name on it." He took another book from the unread stack, relaxed as he sifted through the table of contents. "It's completely your choice."
→ ABOUT YOU.
Previous Characters (if applicable): Atticus Carter, Clementine Richards
How did you find us?: Through a sibling (Olivia Baudelair)
