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« on: 28/04/2014 at 07:01 »
May I ask for another Mod to take a look at my application in elsewhere adults?
The Mod who reviewed it before seems to have not been online for the past days and I am quite worried that the application might be archived.
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« on: 27/04/2014 at 02:39 »
How do I get a Pureblood census? I see that most others have it and I'm a little confused about how to get it.
{I used to be a member here on this site for a short period of time, but due to complications I have been unable to be active. A lot has changed here and I'm not all to familiar with the changes, so I need some guidance. >.<}
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« on: 25/04/2014 at 05:44 »
Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION. Name:Ryszard-Reginheraht B. Diederich
Birthday:8th August
Hometown:Kleinfurst Manor,Quedlinburg,Germany
Bloodline: Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one): Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration
Year (pick two):4th, 5th Year
Biography: If you are applying to be a first, second, or third year, your biography must be at least one hundred words long. If you are applying to be a fourth year or above, your biography must be at least three hundred words long. With puffed rubicund cheeks and defiant cerulean eyes that beamed livid anger, little Ryszard raised his cleft chin in an attempt to intimidate the lissome blonde who sat gracefully opposed to him,who possessed features similar to his own. His shock of pale locks seem to bristle in spikes atop his somewhat adorable face.
The young girl before him smiled benignly, showing roseate cheekbones that made her alluring features all the more radiant.With her delicate hands that gleamed like fine china in the softened sunlight folded politely on her lap, the girl calmly regarded Ryszard with unassuming eyes.
“I hate you.”,Ryszard gritted through his pearlescent teeth.
Rhiannon raised a neat brow,she replied softly in her dulcet,velvety tongue. “Why,thank you.”her bright smile widened.
Seeing that Rhiannon was so oddly unperturbed,Ryszard bit his lower lip as it quivered vulnerably, “I want to go home.”,his voice now a guttural moan.
“You are home,” Rhiannon chided gently. “Where you belong.”
“NO I'M NOT!”Ryszard roared hysterically.Tears blinking o his luscious lashes and streaming down his face,he gasped between intermittent sobs, “I-If it weren't you! If you hadn't followed Papa!Mama and I wouldn't be here! I would be back with my friends and Mama and Papa!”No matter how he tried to wipe away his tears,they just continued to fall like strings of shooting stars. “Why?! Why'd you have to bring me here?!”
A veil of decadent lashes disguised Rhiannon's thoughts,carefully, she pulled the crying boy into her arms, combed her fingers through his soft hair.From a far it looked as though she was comoforting Ryszard, Rhiannon seemed to succeed as his racking shoulders subsided abruptly.
The truth was far from it.
Her soft lips brushed Ryszard's earlobe,making him shudder,but the dangerously low murmur that followed made him feel like he had been immersed in a cold tub brimming with ice. “Now, now, stop crying. Though tears from a boy are often more convincing, this strategy I myself have tried many years ago and still find it awfully pathetic,does not suit you as well.Do you honestly believe that I would fall for such a childish ploy? I've hoped that you wouldn't disappoint me but I am distraught you have. You are a smart boy, you indeed are,but only enough to survive in the streets.”Though her tone was sweet and delicate,Rhiannon's words cut as sharp as knives through hot butter. “Prying me for petty little information like that? Think, if I sincerely had the conscience to bring you back to this household, couldn't I have sent for you myself rather than have grandmother's dearest maid receive you? If I was the person that truly wanted you dead?”.Her minty breath sharpened Ryszard's senses,”Wouldn't I have wanted to see you dead for myself?”
Then Ryszard stiffened at her last sentence, as she lovingly kissed him on the forehead, then reeled towards the french open doors and disappeared beyond the ballooned cream draperies.
Ryszard intook a deep breath before exhaling, his eyes now inquisitive and ascetically solemn, contemplating her final words.
“Think very carefully about how stricken and remorseful grandmother looked when she was the first person waiting by your sickbed.”
Lady Rhaeghan looked disappointed and agitated beneath the convincing pretense, a little angry when he refused the medicine.
Ryszard immediately understood, and turned his complicated stare to the billowing curtains Rhiannon passed through.
Of course,this was many many years ago, in the early days since Ryszard and his mother arrived at the household. Ryszard was poisoned because he false consumed a piece of cheese meant to kill the rats that infested the old home.When he first awakened, his grandmother repetetively comforted him and in her words she implied that the maid who was responsible has been sent away while insinuating that it was Rhiannon's scheming.Already wary of his sister, he began to suspect that she had plotted to kill him so that she would have no competitor due to Lady Rhaeghan currently favoring him over Rhiannon. Her words changed his perspective, though he was not completely sure if it were the truth, he knew that she was right about Lady Rhaeghan.
Now a matured teen sitting with ruminative eyes glazing over a family portrait from some years ago, Ryszard felt complicated about his feelings towards his sister, who had dutifully fulfilled her side of the vow, granting him a smooth life of peace free from Lady Rhaeghan's clutches,though he himself now has the ability to protect himself.
Ryszard's callous thumb brushed over her face as he smiled quietly,”I still hate you.”,but didn't quite mean it.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION. Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
House Request:Slytherin
Personality: Ryszard is a fiercely independent young man who does not easily regret his actions neither apologizes for his stormy temper.Ryszard may appear somewhat of an abrasive,stubborn and difficult prick, he is in fact quite an observant and pragmatic person that chooses his words carefully for whatever meaning he intended.Ryszard has no patience for diplomacy nor the fear of being the subject of enmity,he is truthful of his rather evil nature, not bothering to conceal unless he intends to pry open someone's ribcage to peer into.He has a devillish sense of humour and an equal penchant to conspire, though not as gifted as his sister, Ryszard is a ruthless tactician in his own standard.He consciously lies and manipulates anything and anyone at all to get what he wants. He often comes off as a brute purposely so that many would loosen their guard around him. Ryszard collects secrets, his honest eyes imploring others to confide in him, to seek counsel.In his own words, his intention is not ill,its just for insurance. Yet Ryszard understands limitations and pries as far as his subject subconsciously allows. He was endowed with a bewitching inborn charm, a trademark of those belonging to the Diederich House,but like his sister as well,he shows none of the lunacy carried in their blood that often surfaces in their prime years. He presents himself as a talented athlete, due to his earlier active participation of muggle sports during his childhood in Quedlinburg,before Lady Rhaeghan sent for him. Because of an light inferiority complex when ever confronted by Rhiannon,his sister, he holds a one sided rivalry against her and often challenges her to compete in what they both excel in. Ironically,Ryszard has this seamless camaraderie with Rhiannon that pays off when he decides to go against Lady Rhaegan,his late grandmother. Appearance:Rsyzard has quite attractive features, masculine but unassuming, he carried himself swiftly with a rough elegance. He is quite tall, leanly muscular and very agile. He has a shock of smooth cream locks often tousled as Ryszard does not tend to his hair early in the morning, Ryszard stands erect and powerful, his voice deep and even as freshly fallen snow. He also has a straight,patrician nose,rich eyebrows and cool cerulean irises. Ryszard has broad shoulders and proportionally muscled arms as well as legs that are seen appropriate for his age.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY. Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below. Ryszard ambled down the hall, his expression stern as he made long powerful advances.He currently had his thoughts revolving a difficult puzzle his sister had recently posted to him from her Dresden home, the cipher would reveal her true message and it required massive mental effort. Much to his disdain,Ryszard had spent the entire night before to break it but has yet to succeed.
Many of the other students made way as he passed, his metallic cold eyes made evident that he was having a difficult day. Ryszard couldn't help but overhear annoyed whispers among the passing crowd about some reporter harassing them with the most absurd question possible, they discussed the mentality of the reporter at hand.
He really needs a distraction for the moment before he flings an inanimate object at an innocent passer-by.
According to the information gathered through his discreet eavesdropping, Ryszard walked towards the deduced whereabouts of this curious little reporter. He fancied the idea of toying with her mind a bit.
It was not to his surprise that the girl had came onto him on first sight.She had poor athletic skill, yet did not lack enthusiasm, observing the desperation in her eyes,Ryszard immediately understood this was the sit-by-the-desk kind of office girl,like the ones that used to rush in and out of his grandmother's study,possibly a colleague of another office person, and this one was trying hard to not disappoint.
Ryszard's lips unnoticeably twitched into a smirk that disappeared just as quickly. Let's just hope you won't disappoint me,Ryszard mused internally.
He answered the girl's desperate call,nodding towards her in acknowledgement, cerulean eyes attentive. Ryszard slightly wrinkled his brow to feign careful consideration of the question,but instead he was laughing his teeth off on the inside, frog legs for lunch? Who in the world---
Ryszard smiled warmly and answered in a kind tone, “Well, I am not one to judge, but everyone has their own preferences.” Then winked playfully, “But I do think frog legs serve better as prank material.”
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« on: 24/04/2014 at 10:09 »
Sorry about that! I've tweaked it here and there.
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« on: 23/04/2014 at 14:50 »
E L S E W H E R E A D U L T CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Rhiannon-Raeghan C. Heidenrich,nee DeiderichGender: FemaleAge: 24,17th February Education: Home School (3-11) Eisenstab Hexengymnasium (11-12) Hogwarts School of Wizardry (13-17)Residence: Originally Falkenrath Hofmeister Court,Dresden,Germany.Rhiannon earned this grandeur manor through rigorous subterfuge against a particular relative she felt disdainful of.Currently resides in Meyer Messerli House,Ireland. OccupationDowager Sovereign of Heidenrich House Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?NoneRequested Magic Levels: Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability. If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.
- Charms: 12
- Divination: 6
- Transfiguration: 6
- Summoning: 8
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? No.Please list any other characters you already have at the site:NoneBiography: (300 words minimum.)The faint scratch of pen against paper echoed in the expanse study that belonged to the bedridden master of Haus Heidenrich as Rhiannon devoted her keen attention to the papers at hand. Her silvery,pastel blue irises hooded beneath billowing ,decadent lashes that cast a pale shadow across her rosy cheeks. Rhiannon raised a hand to brush her soft blonde locks, then relaxed into the velvet comfort that the chair provided with feline grace. For a moment's respite, she closed her eyes and recollected her life hence young.
She was a pretty little liar in earlier youth, a competently designing pretty little liar, and still is.
Rhiannon was never always like this, she used to cry, be nice, kind and naive like all the other clueless little girls that lived in the household. She had a malign streak and prideful spine, something absent from the antics of her timorous father. Rhiannon always got even, she plotted traps and evil plans that were inevitable for those who crossed her. She did thorough research, bribed and blackmailed, manipulated and convinced others to act as her henchman, Rhiannon was willing to pay for the effort to get even.
Only ever when crossed.
No matter how careful Rhiannon was with her plans, she always felt shrewd eyes brooded over whatever she was doing. It pricked her,it threatened to hook out the unhealthily small remorseful conscience that suffocated all of the lies she's fed herself. It threatened to expose her to the venomous entity that throbbed beneath her rosy flesh, that was herself.
It did not take her long to realize it was Lady Rhaeghan.
Because of this unlike other girls born of Deiderich name, Rhiannon was raised with the best and only the absolute best upbringing fully deserving of a coming monarch. Though born with an innate elegance inherited from her mother ,whoever she was, her poise and decorum were beaten in to her until she achieved immaculate perfection. Her mentor being Rhiannon-Rhaegan I, her grandmother, the dowager sovereign of Haus Deiderich. Rhiannon's grandfather married into the Diederich name by mutual agreement on matrilocal terms.Lady Rhaegan held high expectations of her, that much being evident in her own name. She had taught Rhiannon everything she'd known, from political intrigue, psychological manipulation, cunning deception ,physical and mental discipline to powerfully complex magic and high-level potions. The moral conscience died little and little everyday she spent with Lady Rhaeghan, until it was nothing but smoke and ash in her mind. It made her at peace with dealing with whatever amoral deed she had the intent to commit.
Thinking of Lady Rhaegan, Rhiannon felt reluctant gratitude for the loathesome crone.
Rhiannon was made a subject of constant verbal abuse and isolation among younger circles more than ever before because of Lady Rhaegan's favor that also made her equally despicable in the eyes of elders that detested Lady Rhaegan as well. Years of conflict toughened her heart and soul, Rhiannon became a brutally vengeful, mistrustful sociopath who holds a healthy disregard for the law and its administrator. She doesn't play by the word fair simply because it doesn't win.Rhiannon forced herself to conceal the pure malice she was capable of, for diplomatic reasons, under a convincingly sincere veneer of benevolent goodwill.
In the beginning it was difficult for her, faced with enemies from all corners, but it became easier as the years had strengthened her.
Memories of harsh bullying has yet to leave her, making her inept of making long standing friends with anyone other than her household cat. Rhiannon is perfectly comfortable with this situation and is not having any plans to alter it anytime soon.
Rhiannon was an exceptionally gifted child that Lady Rhaegan thought similar to herself, regal, elegant, presentable, ambitious, morally detached, equally ruthless and unrelentingly caustic. Though Rhaegan was, by overall, correct, Rhiannon was cruel and acerbic in the politest,most irrefutable way possible. While Rhaegan was assertive and offensive in a frightening sense, Rhiannon had excelled beyond to become ever more frightening with simply a prim smile and extremely hurtful by just one or two succinct sentences.
No matter how Lady Rhaegan desired for Rhiannon to become a second coming of herself, Rhiannon had another design. Though august and illustrious in its line of excellence, beneath the eminence Haus Diederich was a festering cesspool for the deranged and megalomaniac.Other than the scions directly descending from Lady Rhaegan,others could not be possibly sure of their parentage. Due to the complexity of the situation and the dire wish for complete control over Haus Diederich, Lady Rhaegan had disowned a great deal of them.Except for the son she held neither regard nor affection, for he had given her a inheritor.
That was, until the revelation of Rhiannon's younger brother by her later stepmother, a woman of weak resolve and little intellect, named Salome.
Ryszard was coddled affectionately by Lady Rhaegan, Rhiannon knew it insincere but only smiled demurely as seen fitting for a young lady as herself. Salome had been eager to protect her only child, she had sought a chance to deal Rhiannon into an Unbreakable Vow, the price of the gamble though devastating it earned a peaceful life for Ryszard. That much was enough.
It was an easy term for Rhiannon to protect Ryszard, she had the fortune for it from the deal with Salome, and the repertoire from Lady Rhaegan's tutelage.
Ryszard remains the first and only person to illicit an inkling of fondness from Rhiannon.
No matter how little Ryszard played a part in her life, or how deep an enmity he held towards her, Rhiannon felt attached. She found a liking in this boy, feeling envious of his independent freedom despite his disposition. Rhiannon felt some corner in the bottomless gulf of her heart somewhat fulfilled as she freely manipulates Ryszard into sabotaging every little plot Lady Rhaegan has been scheming.She feels that it is a necessary evil against Lady Rhaegan that her brother and herself both indulge in.
Rhiannon feels no remorse for any of her actions, even using Ryszard as a pawn was an enjoyable endeavor for her.
Then at 17, came the day Rhiannon was promised to a squib from an equally renowned family, as a token of alliance between the two families. Rhiannon loathed Lady Rhaegan in the beginning, but understood immediately the careful reasoning behind it.
Lady Rhaegan wanted her to follow in her footsteps, to assume all power in iron grip.
In quiet retribution, the mysterious disappearances of her father,stepmother and other descendants quickly followed after the day of her marriage.Lady Rhaegan would have no other choice for heir other than Ryszard, a wildling, an uncontrollable rebellious wildling.
Or Rhiannon herself,but that would be technically impossible.
She knew that Lady Rhaegan would rather chose someone from her own line who was recklessly defiant than a docile faraway relative as heir.
Rhiannon knew Lady Rhaegan was perfectly aware of her perfect little granddaughter sending her son and daughter-in-law offshore to an unreachable corner of the earth, along with every other eligible candidate for heir with them. Rhiannon took joy in the fact that her grandmother could do nothing about it either.
Rhiannon sighed, her marriage was a game of chess against incompetent opponents that had gone on for 5 years. She had successfully dismantled and handicapped every eligible candidate that endangered her from becoming rightful proprietor succeeding her husband's death.
The papers and certificates were ready, even a will by her husband's weak hand.
All that she required now, was a catalyst.
Soundlessly, she had risen from her comfortable chair. Though a little disappointed since she had grown attached to this elaborate game, Rhiannon will end it.
The confident clicks of her heels down the hallway followed in her wake as she will personally feed her husbands last dose of medicine.
Weeks later, after the funeral and burial of her late husband, Rhiannon sat in her office again, her nimble fingers swiftly opened an envelope adressed explicitly to herself and extracted the vellum epistle within. Upon reading the contents, Rhiannon's coral lips curled into a bright smile.
“It seems that I've won,yet again. ”Rhiannon murmured triumphantly as she sent the missive flying gently into the burning hearth.Her monterillo wand of manticore hair, glinting mischievously in the orange light.
Rhiannon would soon assume the place of guardian for Ryszard Reginheraht Diederich, and temporary Head of Diederich Haus, after the funerary affairs of the late Lady Rhaegan have been dealt with.
She would have to move to the promising land of englishmen, for the moment.
Roleplay: You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:Option One - Roleplay Response:From the cozy warmth of the little establishment that Rhiannon had arranged for the afternoon, she perched her smooth chin on the bridge of her intertwined fingers.The encrusted solitaire diamond on a silver circle on her left hand gleamed in the periwinkle lightning.In her cream coat and posh hat, she was as demure as ever.Rhiannon observed the frantic young woman weaving through an indifferent crowd, so far she understood the woman was ambitious and very eager for success that has yet to come her way.The roseatte was quite confident, from her assertive posture and the undisguised frustration written in her eyes.
The subject assayed the passer-bys for a likely scoop, a journalist or perhaps reporter from the quill and notepad.The reporter marched off half defeatedly down the end of the alley and out of Rhiannon's sharp sight.
Leaving her steaming pot of tea and virgin pastry behind, Rhiannon generously tipped the maitre d' and strolled with firm stride towards the direction of the disappeared redhead.
“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”
Upon hearing the redhead's distressed call, Rhiannon's lips curled into an intrigued smile. It was about time she found a plaything to toy with.
She swiftly trod towards the distraught woman,in her eyes sincere concern resultant of many years of rigourous practice, Rhiannon asked softly as she knelt downwards.Her voice mellifluous and alluring, with a hint of exotic charm.
“Are you alright?”
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« on: 22/04/2014 at 08:37 »
Just wondering, can we create German characters?
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