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« on: 27/06/2012 at 20:05 »
The Darcy Family An elitist pureblood family based at their home, Magnolia Brook Manor, Marple Bridge, Cheshire, England. The head of family is currently William Leonard Darcy with his wife Florence Marie Darcy whom are the parents of Ezra, Charlotte and Sarah. I play Sarah Ann Darcy | Play By - Frida Gustavsson Slytherin, First Year.
She's snarky and rude, often sarcastic and generally not nice to be around if she doesn't like you. She has an interest for reading, almost anything and strives for perfection. Sarah plays the Violin and Piano proficiently and Flute occasionally whilst also speaking fluent Latin. She's a blood purist as are the rest of her family and likes to let her opinions known. And I am looking for
people who are interested in playing
her beloved siblings as shown below… Ezra Alcott Darcy | Play By - Charlie Westerberg  (Most likely) Slytherin, Fifth Year.
A typical mother's boy. He's sporty which often takes over his life making him not very academic. He enjoys Quidditch, Quodpot and Poker and enjoys playing Beater. Ezra also enjoys the rush of duelling. He's rather vain and is a bit of a ladies man when he's not trying to deliberately irritate Sarah Charlotte Analise Darcy | Play by - Dorothea Barth Jorgensen
 (Most likely) Slytherin, Fourth Year.
A miniature of their mother. Charlotte is a girly girl, she enjoys make up and keeping up with the latest fashion making sure she looks perfect at all times. She's smart though likes to dumb herself down as she believes 'boys don't go for smart girls'. She's a social climber and often befriends people just for their status or wealth. If you're interested in either characters or wish to add your own character to the Darcy family please don't hesitate to send me a message!
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« on: 25/03/2012 at 16:46 »
THE BASICSName: Sarah Ann Darcy. Nicknames? How hard is it to say Sarah, seriously.Former Character's Name (if you had one): Ember HarlowCHARACTER DETAILSHouse Request:
I believe Sarah would be most suited to Slytherin house, not just because of blood status or the fact that many of the Darcy that are situated in England were sorted into that house but because I feel her personality suits the house. She’s quite full of herself but only because she's usually right and therefore assumes she can afford to be. She cares more for academic intelligence than looks but people who seem to find looks important fascinate Sarah. Sarah is not the easiest person to get along with seeing as she is rather opinionated and stubborn. Year:
Type in your two year choices here.
First or Second Year, preferably First.Bloodline:
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Conjuring & SummoningBiography:
(I applied for Elsewhere until term started, I hope it's okay if I use the same biography)
"Oh, dear, you speak as if you have any participation in the destination of your future at all."
Sarah hadn't even waited for her mothers sickly giggles to stop resonating around the large room before she left the dinner table at once and retreated to the sanctuary of her bedroom without dismissal. She hated when they talked about her future like she wasn't there, like she wasn't a person with feelings and opinions but merely a doll for them to fashion to their own design. She learnt from that day, from the age of 5, that she would have no choice over anything. Not even her own life.
She had only been little and had found herself huddled under her bedding with her stuffed unicorn crying. Crying because he had wanted to be a unicorn tamer so badly, crying because her mother had laughed at her as if it were a stupid dream, and crying because she knew she was growing up and she would soon have to face the life they had created for her. If it had been now, however, she wouldn't have cried. She would have clenched her teeth and smiled at her mother. Smiled whilst concocting ways in order to defy her.
From then on she had trained herself mercilessly to hide her emotions, to not share her burdens with anyone but her journal and her friend Louis. She had met Louis when she was 8 and had found out he was 10. Being mature for her age, as she already knew what life had in store for her, they hit it off straight away and became best friends. He had lived in the town down the hill from their manor and she had often travelled the distance to meet him. They shared secrets and talked about the future and generally what was on their minds. They were always together, he felt like the big brother she never had, much better than Ezra any day. Occasionally, Sarah would invite him back to the house and she would play the piano for him and he would sit and listen, then clap when she had finished. She would curtsy and then they would both laugh. Laugh about how silly they looked. Laugh about how ridiculously easy life seemed. Laugh because they knew it couldn't last...even if she wanted to, Sarah knew nothing good ever lasted.
And she had been right. Two years later she would find herself slamming her bedroom door in fury, her face red with large tear drops threatening to burst free from her eyes. She wouldn't cry, it would mean they had won. She had angrily dabbed her eyes with the back of her sleeve and set off to play the piano loudly and aggressively. It had been this day that her mother had forbidden her to see anymore of Louis, her best friend. Her only friend. Her mother had told her she had been feeling uncomfortable at how close they were getting, at how it was inappropriate for a girl of 10 and a boy of 12 to have such a relationship. Sarah hadn't seen the problem, neither had Louis or his family but her mother had, and therefore there was no questioning the matter. Her mother didn’t understand, she didn’t want to understand. To Sarah, Louis had been more like family than any of her real family had been and now her mother had ruined it. Louis would have to go, taking their friendship and the majority of her happiness with him.
Later on, she overheard the real reason when she slipped down late at night one winter evening. She hadn't been able to sleep and had gone to find a house elf to get her some hot chocolate. Instead she found her mother and father still awake in his study. It was strictly forbidden for her to enter without permission but she didn't intend to and didn't need to. The door had been ajar anyway and she had arrived at just the right time to hear about how her mother had 'successfully removed the filthy muggle born from her daughters life'. Her only regret was that it hadn't been fast enough. Sarah suspected her mother thought she would have forgotten about Louis after a couple of months, but she hadn’t. Sarah herself felt betrayed somehow, that maybe if he had told her he was a muggle born in the first place they could have avoided becoming friends and the sadness she had felt at loosing him. Now all she felt was hatred, hatred for having had to show her emotions all those months ago when her mother had first told her they couldn't see each other again. Hatred for Louis for not telling her in the first place. Hatred for muggle borns who she suspected to be all the same, liars and trouble makers. From that day on, she hadn't spoken to any of the half bloods or muggle borns in the town below and only a passing nod or careless wave to the pure blooded families if anything.
When her Hogwarts letter arrived a sense of relief washed over her. It wasn't just a letter of acceptance that had been expected ever since the day of her birth, it was freedom. It was the escape that Sarah so craved and it had been delivered, although rather late, finally. Life at Hogwarts would be better than life at home. She would be able to do what she wanted when she wanted and would be able to talk to whoever without punishment. For Sarah it was the best thing that could have possibly happened and she couldn't wait to leave. Her mother, knowing she wouldn't be seeing her 'beloved' daughter for at least 3 months was a little kinder to her, showering her with gifts, hugs and kisses that she found herself accepting for the mere fact that she would be out of the house soon. Unfortunately not for good.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATIONPersonality:
Sarah isn't your usual 11 year old girl. She's not the one to obsess over fashion or beauty charms, she leaves that unnecessary information to her mother who insists on dressing her up in the latest fashions much to her own detestation. She prefers to be by herself, reading literary books or practising her instruments, of which Violin and Piano are her favourites. She is known to hold intelligence beyond her years and an understanding of life unexpected of a child of her age. She's highly inquisitive and to most impertinent, though not intentionally. Sarah seems to think everyone is as thick skinned as herself and sometimes forgets that others aren't as in control as their emotions as she is.
Likes
Literature - Sarah believes literature is a window to the soul. It's beautiful and intriguing with many ways to interpret it, giving her many hours of entertainment time; her favourites being Pollyanna and The Importance of Being Ernest.
Asking questions - You don't get answers without asking questions. This, Sarah has said many times. People don't seem to understand that concept and instead quiz her for her need to know the answers. She is simply interested and wanting to know more about a certain subject and sees no problem with it.
Exploring - You don't get an insight on the world without visiting a few places first. Sarah just loves exploring new places, by herself, or with a friend. Though if things get rough, she doesn't wait behind for anyone.
Dislikes
People who ignore her/think she can't understand - She may be young, but she can understand things. More things than people give her credit for. It really irritates Sarah when people think she is too young to be able to comprehend simple things and so dumb them down for her. She doesn't need things dumbing down, sometimes she feels like she needs to dumb things down for others.
People who show their emotions - Sarah hates this. People who show their emotions are easy to break, weak and hopeless. She doesn't do hopeless people because in the end they always need to be taken care of and thats not her style.
Her family - They think she's something she's not. She's not like them, she doesn't conform to what society thinks is right, she does her own thing. Wears her own thing and doesn't care what anyone has to say about it. Her family have tried many times to change her against her will. This, however, doesn't sit too well with Sarah.
Appearance:
Sarah is said to look more like her Grandmother than any other person in her family. Just like her, she has strawberry blonde hair, light dusting of freckles and hazel eyes with added flecks of gold. She's rather pale and therefore dislikes being out in the sun too long as she burns easily and who likes being burnt really? Sarah is rather small for her age and naturally slim which irritates her as it makes her seem weak and unable to stick up for herself which is not so. With her looks originating from her grandmother and not her parents Sarah often sticks out among family gatherings.
SAMPLE ROLEPLAYOption 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: "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"A loud shout like that could easily startle a person and it wouldn't be strange for them to have jumped or flinched at least but Sarah did neither of these things. Instead she simply stood wide eyed, her books clutched tightly to her chest as she inspected the older boy. She rose an eyebrow inquisitively as she wondered what could have possibly got him into such a bad mood. A muddy Quidditch outfit and a bad temper. Sarah wasn't stupid, she could put two and two together and as she did so a small smile spread across her lips. "So you're the Quidditch player who has just cost the.. what was it? 3 year champions their win? Shouldn't you be jetting off to some far off country in order to escape the hunt they are inevitably planning in order to catch you." Sarah encircled the older boy as she spoke the smile never leaving her lips. She wasn't interested in Quidditch. To her it was a silly sport in which there were no winners. Just silly wizards and witches with nothing better to do but fly around and perform tricks like some sort of performing animal. The news, however, of this boys failure had circled the entire school whether they enjoyed Quidditch or not. It seemed quite a few people weren't too happy about the loss of the cup and had a couple of jinxes or two up their sleeves in order to 'rectify' the situation. Rather him than her Sarah thought. She personally liked to be able to go to sleep at night without worrying someone was after her, watching over her, bidding their time. As she came to stand in front of the boy once more, Sarah tilted her head to look him directly in the eyes that seemed to be watering. She frowned slightly before sighing. "You're not going to cry are you?"
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« on: 21/12/2011 at 20:53 »
Character Name: Sarah Ann Darcy
Gender: Female
Age: 10
Secret Phrase: Tibbles beard of power
Education: Taught basic skills at home but is not at the age to attend Hogwarts yet.
Community Applying To: Elsewhere
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? (family etc): Nope
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (example St Mungo's, Children's Home, the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management? If yes please explain. Nope
Biography: (300 words minimum.)
"Oh, dear, you speak as if you have any participation in the destination of your future at all."
Sarah hadn't even waited for her mothers sickly giggles to stop resonating around the large room before she left the dinner table at once and retreated to the sanctuary of her bedroom without dismissal. She hated when they talked about her future like she wasn't there, like she wasn't a person with feelings and opinions but merely a doll for them to fashion to their own design. She learnt from that day, from the age of 5, that she would have no choice over anything. Not even her own life.
She had only been little and had found herself huddled under her bedding with her stuffed unicorn crying. Crying because he had wanted to be a unicorn tamer so badly, crying because her mother had laughed at her as if it were a stupid dream, and crying because she knew she was growing up and she would soon have to face the life they had created for her. If it had been now, however, she wouldn't have cried. She would have clenched her teeth and smiled at her mother. Smiled whilst concocting ways in order to defy her.
From then on she had trained herself mercilessly to hide her emotions, to not share her burdens with anyone but her journal and her friend Louis. She had met Louis when she was 8 and had found out he was 14. Being mature for her age, as she already knew what life had in store for her, they hit it off straight away and became best friends. He had lived in the town down the hill from their manor and she had often travelled the distance to meet him. They shared secrets and talked about the future and generally what was on their minds. They were always together, he felt like her big brother, much better than Ezra any day. Occasionally, Sarah would invite him back to the house and she would play the piano for him and he would sit and listen, then clap when she had finished. She would curtsy and then they would both laugh. Laugh about how silly they looked. Laugh about how ridiculously easy life seemed. Laugh because they knew it couldn't last...even if she wanted to, Sarah knew nothing good ever lasted.
And she had been right. Two years later she would find herself slamming her bedroom door in fury, her face red with large tear drops threatening to burst free from her eyes. She wouldn't cry, it would mean they had won. She had angrily dabbed her eyes with the back of her sleeve and set off to play the piano loudly and aggressively. It had been this day that her mother had forbidden her to see anymore of Louis, her best friend. Her only friend. Her mother had told her she had been feeling uncomfortable at how close they were getting, at how it was inappropriate for a girl of 10 and a boy of 16 to have such a relationship. Sarah hadn't seen the problem, neither had Louis or his family but her mother had, and therefore there was no questioning the matter. Her mother didn’t understand, she didn’t want to understand. To Sarah, Louis had been more like family than any of her real family had been and now her mother had ruined it. Louis would have to go, taking their friendship and the majority of her happiness with him.
Later on, she overheard the real reason when she slipped down late at night one winter evening. She hadn't been able to sleep and had gone to find a house elf to get her some hot chocolate. Instead she found her mother and father still awake in his study. It was strictly forbidden for her to enter without permission but she didn't intend to and didn't need to. The door had been ajar anyway and she had arrived at just the right time to hear about how her mother had 'successfully removed the filthy muggle born from her daughters life'. Her only regret was that it hadn't been fast enough. Sarah suspected her mother thought she would have forgotten about Louis after a couple of months, but she hadn’t. Sarah herself felt betrayed somehow, that maybe if he had told her he was a muggle born in the first place they could have avoided becoming friends and the sadness she had felt at loosing him. Now all she felt was hatred, hatred for having had to show her emotions all those months ago when her mother had first told her they couldn't see each other again. Hatred for Louis for not telling her in the first place. Hatred for muggle borns who she suspected to be all the same, liars and trouble makers. From that day on, she hadn't spoken to any of the half bloods or muggle borns in the town below and only a passing nod or careless wave to the pure blooded families if anything. She retreated into her own company, a cold face shielding her feelings from the world.
Sample RP:
Reply as your character to the following:
It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.
The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.
Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:
"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."
She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."
To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.
REPLY
It was frosty out tonight and only a fool would still be wandering the streets in this weather. One wrong footstep would send them tumbling, mostly likely earning themselves an injury. It would be their own fault however, foolish people who took on more than they could, Sarah did not sympathise with them. She was sensible, at the first sign of darkness she had settled herself into a small cafe for a warm drink and something to eat. She didn't intend to go home yet, she didn't intend to go anywhere.
Her mother and father would probably be worried, she had reassured them she would only be gone a couple of hours. Of course, she had been lying. Sarah simply wanted them to let her leave and the only way to do that was to lie. It wasn't as if lying was a new thing to Sarah, she did it frequently but only when she felt she had to. She wasn't one to lie for no reason, that was what people without brains did.
She had ordered herself hot chocolate and after checking the mug was of substantial cleanliness she clasped her cold hands around it. The hot mug immediately sent heat flowing through her body and as she took it to her mouth the chocolatey scent filling her nose she relaxed for the first time since she left the manor. She would have to enjoy this time because she knew soon her parents would be hot on her heel. It was if they had implanted a tracking device into her or something, they always turned up eventually. As she placed the cup to her lips, about to take her first sip of the silky chocolate drink she felt a tug at her winter cloak.
Sarah froze, her eyes unmoving from the mug in front of her. How had they found her so quickly, they could have at least given her the chance to finish her drink. Then again, her parents were never reasonable. She slowly lowered her mug, dragging the action out to deliberately annoy her mother or father, whoever had ventured out to get her. When she turned to face them however, neither of them were before her. Instead she came face to face with a young girl, one who was much younger than herself.
"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home. He misses my and his mommy."
Sarah raised her shapely eyebrow to the girl. The first thought that ran through her mind was that she had interrupted her first sip of her drink to inform her of her own idiocy. If the girl, who looked barely old enough to be walking, didn't know her way around she shouldn't have strayed from her mother. She was however only young and Sarah faintly remembered being that age. How the world was large and exciting with so many new things to explore, she wouldn't have been surprised if she herself had wandered off a couple of times. The sheer amount her mother coddled her as a young girl would have made it almost impossible to sneak off, the thought removed itself from her mind immediately.
"I suspect you wandered off from your mother, that was a bit silly of you now wasn't it. Especially since it is getting rather dark outside. You are currently in Esmerelda's Haughty Hideaway."
Sarah shuffled up slight before gesturing to the now spare seat beside her. Sighing she slipped the hot chocolate over to the younger girl encouraging her to drink up. Although she had been rather looking forward to drink that she could always order another one, the girl looked like she'd been in the cold for a while.
"Now, where did you last see your mother. Can you remember the name of the shop?"
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