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Samael Gray:

Application for Hogwarts School

→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Samael Sanford Gray

Birthday: 9 March 1937 (17 y.o.)

Hometown: Ehh. Originally somewhere in Wales. That island that the Protheros live on. Except he kinda ran away and has been alternating between living in muggle and wizarding London for a while. From time to time the Protheros manage to get a hold of him and kindnap him back to the Prothero Castle, but he'll get out of there. He also moved in with his older sister by 16 years, Tegan, but ran away from there as well...

Summary: He has spent the last few years running away from most things, living sometimes on the streets of muggle and/or wizarding London, sometimes in the forest or other natural sites (exact position irrelevant), and occassionally in the Prothero Castle on the Welsh coast until he's managed to escape again. Aaaand repeat.

Bloodline:
Halfblood (son to Michael Gray and Dahlia Prothero)

Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration

Year (pick two):
6th or 5th (no preferrance). Backstory: Sammy entered 1st year in 49-50, and was already a year behind then because he really struggles with school (and general learning, truly...). I do not find it unlikely that he could be 'held back' one more time, since he practically dropped out of 1st year, and has been attempted (with pressure on attempted) homeschooled since then, to everyone's great frustration.

Biography:
He had never asked to be born, and there was no arguing that he had been an unwanted child. Unwanted by the father that was never there, unwanted by a family into which he'd had to grow up as the black sheep among pureblood elitists. Unwanted by a world that liked to line things up, to organise and categorise in ways that made him unfit, that wanted to label and reject him.

There were several harsh truths that he'd had to grow up with.

One was the fact that when you were told to sit quietly on your chair, people somehow expected for this to be followed through. Why exactly it was that Samael had this strong need to do the exact opposite of what they had told him, was hard to explain. Part of it could be due to the common rebel of the child in need to test borders and limitations. The problem was that no matter how hard the consequences, no matter how fierce the punishment, Samael kept on going, pulling the string further and further, until it snapped and he, or someone else, eventually got hurt.

Perhaps it was because the world was so loud, and that Samael wanted to be louder. However, the young Gray was not a particularly talkative person - rather, he kept to himself in all things private. His ever growing collection of Michael Gray articles hidden deep into a drawer, underneath the layers of fine clothing that the Protheros attempted to force onto him. Transferred into his trunk now, these written account of the myth that was his father, there in one moment, gone in the next, yet never present.

He had been the master runaway, the acrobatic little thing that could wriggle his way out of the strongest hold and the tiniest window. His constant escape in crowded places meant that they kept him home as much as possible, with the result that he felt even more caged and became even more impossible to handle. Whichever mould they had been trying for so long to press him inside, just wouldn't fit. He was the stark contrast to the others of the Prothero Castle, and perhaps this was what had once brought its young Head of Family to seek out the grown-up sister (and to another predicted failure at keeping him restrained). No matter how much they attempted to love him, it did not appear to be what he wanted.

Needless to say, Samael needed the change in environment, needed the change in scenery, running his laps through the forest rather than on a windswept, barren island somewhere on the Welsh coast. The city provided him with new opportunities, and he took to exploring the streets of Diagon, the corners of Knockturn, always spontaneously and never knowing where he was going. In that way he was turning out quite like his father - always somewhere, but never there.

Many wrongly interpreted it as blatant stubbornness, as conscious unruliness, or worse - that he was a dimwit, and that every piece of information that they tried to give him - on where to be, on how to act - passed into one ear then right through the other. They thought of monstrous unnaturality, for the boy that was born into love, into money, and had never suffered any hardships that were not (obviously) created inside his own mind.

The articles had slowed in number now. Only occassionally was there a notice in the Prophet, an image of the senior Gray, either from his time as Head of the Auror Office, or in its most extreme contrast, as the ragged beast locked up in Azkaban. The man that everyone had known and recognised and acknowledge (against his will, for Michael Gray had only ever wanted two things, and these were neither of the listed), reduced into the caged animal that he had been once before, and that he had become again now.

He had ran away from it all, over and over had he ran, been found, and ran again. Lived on the crumbs of others, snatched golden watches off their wrists and sold them for food and tobacco, got his hands bleeding in provoked and unprovoked fighting. Learned things about the world that children should not know.

And ran into the forest in ragged clothing and high boots. Set his snares, burned his fires, and ate his own self-caught food, often degraded, often dirty.

But he lived.

And he was free.

When they finally managed to re-capture him (for that was the only way to control him - thought they, anyway) another decision was made to try again. If anything, at least the loud little Sammy had become the somewhat more quiet (though no less explosive) Samael. Pushing the responsibility onto the staff at Hogwarts School yet again, the Protheros made one last attempt at creating a decent human being out of Samael Sanford Gray.

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

House Request:
He was previously sorted into Ravenclaw, for mysterious reasons. Feel free to re-sort.

Personality: Stubborn to a certain degree, though surprisingly feeble-minded in that he does not appear to have many opinions (or feelings?) of his own. He can be swayed (or bought) into doing practically anything and has little to no remorse. An extremely short attention span and lightning-speed ability for getting distracted makes it very hard for him to focus on school work (which he will not do anyway). Extremely freedom seeking. Trying to tie him down will likely end in violence. Should probably be kept away from Quidditch. Can be outright cruel, and will hit girls back.

If there even are any talents, he is pretty street smart, is agile as hell, a very fast runner, and physically strong. Often he appears to react on instinct rather than thought. His ability for escaping can probably be interpreted as some sort of creativity. Can occassionally be seen building things, such as snares or tools or outdoors shelters - has inherited his father's talent for survival and outdoor living.

Extremely independent, though detached from the rest of the world is possibly a better way to put it. It is hard to tell whether Sammy has any solid bonds to other humans at all.

Appearance:
Blonde hair, brown eyes, about 5'10, well built. Looks a lot like his father, but has his mother's dark eyes.

→ RETURNING STUDENTS.
Note: This section is only for students who have been previously played at Hogwarts. Please see here for more information about Castle Dropouts levels/how many levels you are eligible to claim.

Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application): Application

Number of New Levels Requested: 5 years passed = +10 levels. (Old levels C1D0T1S2)

New Levels Request: C4D3T2S5

How your character kept up with their studies: He didn't. Other than on-hand 'practice' for necessary reasons. Incredible measures have been taken in order to try to home-school him, so some information may or may not have slipped into his mind unconsciously. He has a 'talent' for C/S and is thus naturally somewhat stronger in this branch of magic. Besides anything that is directly useful to him, as a child/teenager primarily having lived on the street. This is despite having being born into an incredibly wealthy family.

→ 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 I:

He liked the Dungeouns, although what it was about them that appealed to him was hard to say. It was their plainness, the way that they'd just been left her portraying nothing but the dungeons that they actually were - something that had not been changed and altered into pretending it was something else.

It was the cold of the stone walls, the dripping sound from dark corners. The solitude, a place where people did not go in order to do their homework, or to chit-chat and be friendly. He supposed he fit into them, these dungeons, a chameleon against grey-stained walls. They were as filthy as himself, somehow - in a sense he felt a sense of belonging inside this large quiet. And if you ever met someone down here, it was rarely in big groups as long as you avoided the main path to the Slytherin commons.

He liked the complexity of the tunnels.

The way there was always something new to discover.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

Samael turned his head, looked back down the tunnel. He'd heard of the ghost - ghosts were one of those things that peaked his interest, that made him pay a bit more attention, listen to the voices around him. She was someone who had died in here in the Castle, and he wondered how she'd died, whether it had been particularly bloody.

In fact, she was a main reason why he had come down here to look for himself.

He snuck back, silently, the way he'd come, to try to locate the voice, thinking he could recognise its shivers, the sign that whoever was talking out loud down here was not entirely confident in doing so. Feeling his own excitement growing in accordance with the apparent fright of the other.

Then he sat down, in one of the darker corners, close to her - observing, trying to recognise her, and waiting for her to come closer. He could be a ghost, if he wanted to.

Reaching out his arms, he made himself ready to grab for her legs when she only got close enough.

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How did you find us?: In my dreams.

Ella Galanis:
Dear Mr Grey,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins 1 September 2018. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.

Yours sincerely,

Ella Galanis
Head of Ravenclaw

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