We are currently accepting new applications for Elsewhere!

Posts

This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.


Topics - Beatrice Caulfield

Pages: [1]
1
Archived Applications / Beatrice Caulfield Student App!
« on: 27/04/2019 at 23:40 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Beatrice Caulfield

Birthday: 26th September 1944

Hometown: Hogsmeade Children’s Home, Hogsmeade

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): First, Second

Biography:
Once upon a time, there was a princess who was living a perfectly happy life. Yes, although surprising to some, she was extremely happy and a smile once constantly rested upon her face. Then life got mean and all that went before she could understand what was happening it. Suddenly the princess who was used to pampering and the constant love of her family found herself bouncing, from orphanage to orphanage, always trying to go back home, always believing that there was someone in control.

She found a home in Hogsmeade, though not a nice one in her opinion, and in this case the phrasing is rather literal, and the princess found herself as far away from her ‘actual’ home as she could be when she entered Hogsmeade Children’s Home for the first time, and truly stands by the fact that she hates that place. It is detestable to her.

And then she made a friend, met this boy— who, yes, was a lot older than her, but— whom she admired with all her heart, and hoped that he could replace the gap left by her brother being gone. Then, she discovered that he went to the-castle-that-was-just-a-little-too-far-away and he was gone for most of the year. Of course they still talked by owls, but it was not the same.

After that she made another friend, once again sat upon the bench she’d adopted in Hogsmeade as her won. He asked her to play football, she said she didn’t like messy games and thought that he was messy. She asked him to leave. He stayed. They became fast friends after that, but soon he left for the castle beyond the home. And she was alone again.

However, now the blonde princess is ready to take the castle by storm, siege it if she must. She will get to be with her friends.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
House Request: Ravenclaw

Personality:
Black and white, white and black, this is how Beatrice Caulfield sees the world and whoever said the world’s a stage (though she does like Shakespeare) was incorrect. The world is a game of chess and you’re either black or white, polite or impolite, disagreeable or agreeable, stupid or you're smart (and you'd better not be stupid). Everything is like a chess game to the blonde, and she refuses to be refined to the role of the king.

If you want to be her friend, it's probably better that you don't bother, as Bea is very difficult to warm up to, however the hard work usually pays off as she's loyal for life, similar to a cat, she can be both independent and clingy. Though it truly depends upon who you are.

Appearance:
Beatrice Caulfield has a problem, it is commonly known as being short, and she is most definitely that. Although, yes, she’s grown up a bit since she first moved to Hogsmeade— after all, those dresses of hers are stubbornly refusing to stay knee length— she is still tiny. Standing below five foot, and with barely any meat on her bones, she is very easily forced into situations she dislikes, simply because people (namely, her friends) can lift her up and forcefully take her to a place. She has no choice.

For halloween, she dressed as a cat. Blonde hair curled by a kind older girl, and homemade cat ears on. She wore a black blouse that was pinned at the back to fit her, with sleeves too long and a skirt that was rolled and worn with a thick belt to fit her. Her pale face was decorated with not only whiskers, but also a rare smile.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

Option I:

The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.

A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.

The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.

Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.

Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.

If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.

Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.

"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.


The dungeons had to be Beatrice’s least favourite place in the entire school. They were not only ugly, with their stone walls, but also cold and not to mention the scents. They reeked of damp— like her fourth orphanage— and there was always this leftover potion smell, or was it just the ingredients that were rotting somewhere? Whatever it was, she did not like it.

It filled the place up, from wall to wall, and made the blonde hold her nose whenever she walked down there, making her voice always sound nasally. However, today her arms weren’t covering her nose, shielding it from the stench, today they were wrapped around herself, trying to keep the heat in (was it colder than usual? Or had she just forgotten to put her jumper on?) Either way, it was not fun.

In a bad mood, the sound of Bea’s tired steps seemed to echo around, as she allowed them to thump against the floor in a way to show her resentment for finding herself in the dungeons of all places. What a nightmare!

And then she heard a quiet voice. Curiosity getting the better of her, Beatrice— against her better judgement decided to head towards it— and quickly spotted another girl. Evaline? Oh whatever.

“No, she won’t be.” Spoke the blonde with a shrug, “I don’t think she’s real, I bet she’s just made up to scare people. And I think it’s stupid for people to be afraid of a story.” 

She ignored the fact that she’d had nightmares after reading a very scary book, it wouldn’t help her point, despite the fact that her conscience was screaming at her.

→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): Marilyn-Rose Wilson, Beatrice Caulfield (elsewhere), Adelaide Parfait, Zoey Jones

How did you find us?: Honestly, I dont know. You guys were just sorta there. I can’t remember how I got here? So… Let’s just say… google.

2
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Beatrice Grace Caulfield
Personal Title: Orphan with a Fortune

Gender: Female

Age: 7 1/4

Bloodline:
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib/unknown

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): No they aren’t, as they both sadly died under mysterious circumstances.

Residence: Hogsmeade Children’s Home.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?: Hogsmeade Children’s Home.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?: Orphan Squad!

Please list any other characters you already have at the site: Addy/Mari

Biography: Born to a rich, muggle family Beatrice had a very happy childhood, that was until everything went wrong. Beatrice’s parents were both killed, in an incident that traumatised Bea, and completely changed her personality. She lost both her parents, and her older brother, all at the same time.

Beatrice used to be a happy, chatty child who loved games; after the deaths of her family, she became closed off and refused to talk to new people. Beatrice refuses to live in any other home other than her parents house. She constantly tries to escape from the orphanages she’s stuck into, keeping on trying to head back to her home. She usually doesn’t get far, often sleeping under a doorstop.

Bea, however, has beautiful clothes from her old wardrobe, and she carries her clothes in one suitcase, and her other items in another. She also often dresses like she’s out of the book Madeline, with a boater hat that has a large bow at the back of it. She’s been moved to Hogsmeade Children’s Home so that she’s far away from her old home, so that (hopefully) she wont try to run away.

She spends her spare time reading her books, in a quiet corner, as she avoids other people- as they ask too many questions. Beatrice is usually called weird for her reactions around other people, as she doesn’t really get along with them and likes to avoid them, as she doesn’t like to talk to them.

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 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:
Beatrice didn’t enjoy games. Games were for people who had a small number of brain cells, people who didn’t enjoy reading, or the finer things in life.

Broomsticks were a stupid idea, they were made for people like maids who used them to clean. Kids playing on broomsticks that had been enchanted to fly? With the death risk, it was a stupid idea, the worlds stupidest idea. How was this a multimillion industry? It made no sense, but was a good way to make a profit, she’d have to remember that, to write it down and pass it on.

“You! …Do you want to play?”

Beatrice Grace Caulfield had never been talked to in such a rude manner before, in her life. This was outrageous! And to think that she would be stupid enough to want to play the game, she just couldn’t believe the sheer ridiculousness of this situation.

“No, I do not wish to play your idiotic game. And you should be more polite, what you said was rather rude, you know.” Responded Bea, looking angrily at the girl.

OTHER
How did you find us? MAGIC

Pages: [1]