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Alex Thompson:

→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Alexandra “Alex” Thompson

Birthday: June 6, 1937

Hometown: London

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two): fourth, fifth

Biography:

“Ugh! It’s useless!”, she said as she annoyingly ripped yet another page from her scrapbook. Her hands were black from the charcoal crayon she was using to draw the features of the wolf that had haunted her dreams for the past week. It was no ordinary wolf you see, it was particularly large in size and dark in color, but what really set him apart was the fact that its eyes glowed blue and pierced through the night like a beacon. The animal didn’t frighten her, not really, she’d seen wolves before at the Parco Nazionale d'Abruzzo, Lazio e Molise, when she visited Italy with her father. What frightened her were the words it spoke:
“The spirits of the dead, who stood in life before thee, are again in death around thee, and their will shall overshadow thee; be still.”

She recognized the words. She’d read them before in a book kept in her father’s vast library. It was a poem called ‘Spirits of the Dead’ by Edgar Allan Poe. It gave her chills just remembering the words. Why would this animal recite such words to her and then disappear into thin air? It felt like a warning, especially due to the fact that she had dreamt the same thing over and over again for the past week. What did it mean? Why her? Why now?

A sudden gush of wind followed by light rain poured on the field. Alex gathered her failed drawings and her art gear and ran into the castle like place she called home. She came from a wealthy background; her family had always engaged in trade, and now with the war, came other trading opportunities her father would not let pass. Once inside she started to run her hands through her dress in an attempt to dry it out from the rain only to find that every attempt had actually made everything worse since now her dress was stained with black charcoal marks. And before she could react, try to clean it up or get a change of clothing she heard it.

“What have you done?” These words pierced her skin and gave her another chilling sensation; she knew where they came from and this was no wolf she could hide from. It was her mother. “You have ruined a perfectly good dress, again. How many times have I told you not to use these godforsaken things?!” Her mother stormed towards her and with a fierce movement took the crayons from her hand and threw them across the room, tearing them to pieces as they hit the wall.

“You’re old enough, will you ever learn to behave like a lady? What would people say if they saw you wasting your time with this…” as her mother paused to think of a word that would describe art as something ridiculous, Alex quickly interrupted and said in a sarcastic and almost mocking tone “With this underappreciated form of expression? I don’t know mother, I don’t think people would have the ability to understand something as vast and deep as a painting. There are so many uneducated people out there. Wouldn’t you agree? ” Her mother stood there in silence and awe of what just happened. This was the first time Alex ever replied to a comment her mother made in a very structured and kind of insulting manner, to say the least. “Now if you’ll excuse me I need to take care of this dress before it’s too late”.

She left the hallway and her mother behind, and walked towards her room with a smirk on her face. It felt fantastic; she was finally starting to realize who she was and what she could do should she keep up being herself. The mystery of wolf and the meaning of the words would have to wait. I was time to throw away that dress. She hated it anyway.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request: Slytherin
 
Personality:
She likes to observe people and their behavior; tends to imagine what’s going through their minds and she is usually vey accurate when it comes to judge someone. Not really the friendly kind and keeps her ideas to herself but she does like to have ‘adventures’, and by adventures she usually means to cause trouble or get someone into trouble. Mischievous, witty and sarcastic are the best ways to describe Alex.

She loves art, especially painting and drawing. Some might say her style rounds the Expressionist movement, although she still has a long way to go to master several techniques.

She also enjoys reading all kinds of books and listening to political conversations, although her father doesn’t let her comment in the matter of politics.   
 
Appearance:
Pale skin, which wouldn’t be as pale if she spent more time outside, green eyes and long black hair. A little taller than girls her age.


→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

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.

REPLY:

Alex was bored out her mind; she’d been walking aimlessly for the past hour or so. She had no desire to chat or read, draw or do anything really. It was one of those days. She sighed, that strange dream had not returned for some time now and she felt kind of abandoned by the blue-eyed wolf. It felt as if the mystery had banished and that it was all for nothing. However, there she was, walking passed hallways and rooms that simply felt empty.

That was until she arrived at what seemed to be the entrance to the dungeons. She heard laughter nearby and decided to check out whatever was going on. That’s when she arrived at yet another hallway and saw a group of girls hanging around giggling and taunting each other. Gryffindor she could tell by their attire and the way they talked to each other. She rolled her eyes. Gryffindors had always seemed the kind of people who just had everything sorted out, had an incredible amount of luck and were really annoying. No… she wasn’t fond of people like that.

As she was determined to leave she overheard the girls conversation, they were talking about some Evangeline person they had convinced to walk into the dungeons. They were sure the dungeons alone would scare her out her mind, not to mention the spirit of Emma Birch. Everyone knows the story of Emma Birch only Alex wasn’t so sure Evangeline would find her. Any other person would have gone into the dungeons to fetch the girl out, but not Alex. She was determined to make the most out of this adventure, maybe even help the girl “find” Emma Birch.

With a swift and silent move she got passed the Gryffindor girls and ventured into the dungeons. This was an interesting place, the smell, the darkness, the color on the walls, “It would make a wonderful drawing”, she thought to herself as she continued to look for Evangeline. Alex decided it was a good idea to take the pebble she had taken from the grounds to make some noise as she moved forward and maybe help Evangeline find Emma Birch, or at least make her believe she did. She took the pebble and started to softly hit the wall to scare the girl, when suddenly her foot got stuck in a corner and down she went making this awful noise as she did. She fell so hard her knees hurt. Maybe nobody heard it.   

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"
Yes, Evangeline had heard it but she hadn’t seen her. So it was alright, nobody had to know she fell. She got up and decided to run towards the place she thought Evangeline was and eventually she found her. She got ready to sneak up to her from behind and give her the scare of her life. She walked slowly behind her and when she got the chance, she jumped and touched her shoulders and yelled “Booo!”

→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): Amy Lee van Helsing.

How did you find us?: a friend got me back here.

Calypso Ross:
Hi Alex, welcome back!

Your application looks great, there's just a couple of small details we'll need you to edit before we can get you accepted.

Firstly, your birth year for Alex is down as June 1937, which would make her the age of a sixth year. If she's a fourth year, her birth year will be 1939 (or 1938 if she's a fifth year). If you could edit either her birth year or your year choices, that'd fix this inconsistency.

Secondly, at the end of your RP sample, you write:


--- Quote ---she jumped and touched her shoulders and yelled “Booo!”
--- End quote ---


If Evangeline were another player rather than just an NPC, touching her might be considered powerplaying, as you haven't given her player a choice to decide. If you could either edit that part to read something like 'she jumped, intending to touch her shoulders, and yelled' or simply delete the 'touched her shoulders' part, that would resolve this.

Once you've made the required changes, please repost your entire revised application below, and we'll be more than happy to take another look. Thanks!

Alex Thompson:
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Alexandra “Alex” Thompson

Birthday: June 6, 1938

Hometown: London

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two): fourth, fifth

Biography:

“Ugh! It’s useless!”, she said as she annoyingly ripped yet another page from her scrapbook. Her hands were black from the charcoal crayon she was using to draw the features of the wolf that had haunted her dreams for the past week. It was no ordinary wolf you see, it was particularly large in size and dark in color, but what really set him apart was the fact that its eyes glowed blue and pierced through the night like a beacon. The animal didn’t frighten her, not really, she’d seen wolves before at the Parco Nazionale d'Abruzzo, Lazio e Molise, when she visited Italy with her father. What frightened her were the words it spoke:
“The spirits of the dead, who stood in life before thee, are again in death around thee, and their will shall overshadow thee; be still.”

She recognized the words. She’d read them before in a book kept in her father’s vast library. It was a poem called ‘Spirits of the Dead’ by Edgar Allan Poe. It gave her chills just remembering the words. Why would this animal recite such words to her and then disappear into thin air? It felt like a warning, especially due to the fact that she had dreamt the same thing over and over again for the past week. What did it mean? Why her? Why now?

A sudden gush of wind followed by light rain poured on the field. Alex gathered her failed drawings and her art gear and ran into the castle like place she called home. She came from a wealthy background; her family had always engaged in trade, and now with the war, came other trading opportunities her father would not let pass. Once inside she started to run her hands through her dress in an attempt to dry it out from the rain only to find that every attempt had actually made everything worse since now her dress was stained with black charcoal marks. And before she could react, try to clean it up or get a change of clothing she heard it.

“What have you done?” These words pierced her skin and gave her another chilling sensation; she knew where they came from and this was no wolf she could hide from. It was her mother. “You have ruined a perfectly good dress, again. How many times have I told you not to use these godforsaken things?!” Her mother stormed towards her and with a fierce movement took the crayons from her hand and threw them across the room, tearing them to pieces as they hit the wall.

“You’re old enough, will you ever learn to behave like a lady? What would people say if they saw you wasting your time with this…” as her mother paused to think of a word that would describe art as something ridiculous, Alex quickly interrupted and said in a sarcastic and almost mocking tone “With this underappreciated form of expression? I don’t know mother, I don’t think people would have the ability to understand something as vast and deep as a painting. There are so many uneducated people out there. Wouldn’t you agree? ” Her mother stood there in silence and awe of what just happened. This was the first time Alex ever replied to a comment her mother made in a very structured and kind of insulting manner, to say the least. “Now if you’ll excuse me I need to take care of this dress before it’s too late”.

She left the hallway and her mother behind, and walked towards her room with a smirk on her face. It felt fantastic; she was finally starting to realize who she was and what she could do should she keep up being herself. The mystery of wolf and the meaning of the words would have to wait. I was time to throw away that dress. She hated it anyway.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request: Slytherin
 
Personality:
She likes to observe people and their behavior; tends to imagine what’s going through their minds and she is usually vey accurate when it comes to judge someone. Not really the friendly kind and keeps her ideas to herself but she does like to have ‘adventures’, and by adventures she usually means to cause trouble or get someone into trouble. Mischievous, witty and sarcastic are the best ways to describe Alex.

She loves art, especially painting and drawing. Some might say her style rounds the Expressionist movement, although she still has a long way to go to master several techniques.

She also enjoys reading all kinds of books and listening to political conversations, although her father doesn’t let her comment in the matter of politics.   
 
Appearance:
Pale skin, which wouldn’t be as pale if she spent more time outside, green eyes and long black hair. A little taller than girls her age.


→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

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.

REPLY:

Alex was bored out her mind; she’d been walking aimlessly for the past hour or so. She had no desire to chat or read, draw or do anything really. It was one of those days. She sighed, that strange dream had not returned for some time now and she felt kind of abandoned by the blue-eyed wolf. It felt as if the mystery had banished and that it was all for nothing. However, there she was, walking passed hallways and rooms that simply felt empty.

That was until she arrived at what seemed to be the entrance to the dungeons. She heard laughter nearby and decided to check out whatever was going on. That’s when she arrived at yet another hallway and saw a group of girls hanging around giggling and taunting each other. Gryffindor she could tell by their attire and the way they talked to each other. She rolled her eyes. Gryffindors had always seemed the kind of people who just had everything sorted out, had an incredible amount of luck and were really annoying. No… she wasn’t fond of people like that.

As she was determined to leave she overheard the girls conversation, they were talking about some Evangeline person they had convinced to walk into the dungeons. They were sure the dungeons alone would scare her out her mind, not to mention the spirit of Emma Birch. Everyone knows the story of Emma Birch only Alex wasn’t so sure Evangeline would find her. Any other person would have gone into the dungeons to fetch the girl out, but not Alex. She was determined to make the most out of this adventure, maybe even help the girl “find” Emma Birch.

With a swift and silent move she got passed the Gryffindor girls and ventured into the dungeons. This was an interesting place, the smell, the darkness, the color on the walls, “It would make a wonderful drawing”, she thought to herself as she continued to look for Evangeline. Alex decided it was a good idea to take the pebble she had taken from the grounds to make some noise as she moved forward and maybe help Evangeline find Emma Birch, or at least make her believe she did. She took the pebble and started to softly hit the wall to scare the girl, when suddenly her foot got stuck in a corner and down she went making this awful noise as she did. She fell so hard her knees hurt. Maybe nobody heard it.   

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"
Yes, Evangeline had heard it but she hadn’t seen her. So it was alright, nobody had to know she fell. She got up and decided to run towards the place she thought Evangeline was and eventually she found her. She got ready to sneak up to her from behind and give her the scare of her life. She walked slowly behind her and when she got the chance, she suddenly jumped next to her holding her arms in the air while yelling “Booo!”, in a crazy attempt to scare her. 

→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): Amy Lee van Helsing.

How did you find us?: a friend got me back here.

Ella Galanis:
Dear Miss Thompson,

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

Term begins 1 May 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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