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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: damascus skye
« on: 08/01/2017 at 06:27 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: damascus james-brendan skye, his middle name named after his father and grandfather. family and truly close friends have the privilege of calling him dam or skye.
Gender: male.
Age: twenty-nine.
Blood Status: pureblood.

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry- Gryffindor.

Residence:
1. Skye Family Mansion, belfast, northern ireland.

Occupation
unemployed.

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?

the ministry, where he hopes he can pursue his dreams of becoming an auror in training and then a full fledged one.

Requested 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: 6.
  • Divination: 6.
  • Transfiguration: 12.
  • Summoning: 8.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Yes- the Resistance and an Auror at the ministry. His parents had never been fond of those of Hexenreich, and when his brother became one they disowned him. They believed in peace and, along with Damascus, believe that the Resistance will bring that peace. Damascus wants to do everything he can to help them achieve that. An Auror because it has always been his dream since he was little, and he's achieved what he needed to become one while at Hogwarts.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Edmund Lookwood, Isla Moore, Nolan Mortez, Wolff Maverick

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
House Skye had always been of northern irish blood, and it was where every single one of them- every single family member born to that heritage and to that blood- were born, although not all were born in belfast, where the current members of House Skye- one out of the four branches of the Great House of Northos- now reside. Athlis Skye, the legendary blacksmith who lived during the time of the Great House of Northos, forged what would be known as the four great blades in House Skye's first homestead. And there was a prophecy- one that had yet to come true- that a blooded descendant of the first leader of House Skye would wield House Skye's great blade, for a blade was forged for every House. Now every member of House Skye was a blooded descendant of the first leader (called the Captain), yet there would only be One- a wandless extraordinary (as they were called), a wizard, who would be able to control the blade.

Many years later, way after Athlis and the first founders of House Skye had died, their descendants replaced them. It was only years after wards that Damascus and his little brother Joseph Skye was born to James and Madison Skye.

It occurred to them almost immediately that little Damascus had a great and powerful destiny awaiting him, and that he had incredible power. But, alas, they didn't know that it lingered within him, and they were never able to figure out what it was (he'll figure it out four months after this)

Since then they have never discovered damscus's power but they hope to one day, bit for now he is just a young man living out his dream.


Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Two~

He couldn't believe it. He din't want to jinx it by saying it aloud, but still. It was his birthday- his twenty eighth, and Brendan was dead. His grandfather had done so much for him in his lifetime. qnd to think that the incredibly powerful elder, the man who had saved so many lives- including Brendan's younger sister Carrie- from a terrible fate, was dead, killed from old age.

Lips turned down in a frown, Damascus Skye ran a hand quickly through his curly brown hair that had been swept to the side from the powerful gusts of cold air. When Brendan died, the news swept through the town like wildfire until everyone knew. It was amazing how many people- friends, family, work partners, everyone- had assembled at the old man's funeral. Carrie had been in absolute tears.

Old Bear's, as they called him, funeral had been a sad one and a difficult one for Damascus to handle, for it was with Old Bear that he had learned so much from, even before he had attended Hogwarts.

He hated the cold, and preferred the warmth of summer days or a cackling, roaring fire. Those were the days of campfires and camping along with friends.

Walking with painfully slow steps, the boy turned those thoughts over in his head. Christmas, as he knew, was dragging itself closer with each passing day. It showed in the tinsel in the windows and the green wreaths hung from shop doors. His mother had always been a lover of these days- it was only yesterday they had been baking homemade cookies and pies for Christmas dinner.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!"

There was a loud shout, and something slammed painfully into Damascus's side. Slipping backwards, Damascus fell, hitting his head painfully on the old, smooth concrete. With a hiss of pain he brought his scraped hands to the sides of his head, although he found no sign of injuring. Standing up shakily and using a cushion of air to help him get up, he examined his bleeding palms with a sigh. 

"You should watch where you're going, next time."Damascus sighed, brushing tinsel off of his woolen black coat. Curiously, he looked over at the man who had slammed into him, and couldn't help but smile when he saw a few small strands of tinsel in the man's hair.

"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" The man said apologetically after he got to his feet, and Damascus laughed, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile.

"That's quite alright, sir." Damascus reassured him with a smile, his Irish heritage accenting his tone."The holidays are coming up and it's quite a busy time of year. I'm Damascus Skye, by the way. Do you want any help?"


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Elsewhere Accepted / damascus skye
« on: 16/12/2016 at 15:03 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: damascus james-brendan skye, his middle name named after his father and grandfather. family and truly close friends have the privilege of calling him dam or skye.
Gender: male.
Age: twenty-nine.
Blood Status: pureblood.

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry- Gryffindor.

Residence:
1. Skye Family Mansion, belfast, northern ireland.

Occupation
unemployed.

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?

the ministry, where he hopes he can pursue his dreams of becoming an auror in training and then a full fledged one.

Requested 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: 6.
  • Divination: 6.
  • Transfiguration: 12.
  • Summoning: 8.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Yes- the Resistance and an Auror at the ministry. His parents had never been fond of those of Hexenreich, and when his brother became one they disowned him. They believed in peace and, along with Damascus, believe that the Resistance will bring that peace. Damascus wants to do everything he can to help them achieve that. An Auror because it has always been his dream since he was little, and he's achieved what he needed to become one while at Hogwarts.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Edmund Lookwood, Isla Moore, Nolan Mortez, Wolff Maverick

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
House Skye had always been of northern irish blood, and it was where every single one of them- every single family member born to that heritage and to that blood- were born, although not all were born in belfast, where the current members of House Skye- one out of the four branches of the Great House of Northos- now reside. Athlis Skye, the legendary blacksmith who lived during the time of the Great House of Northos, forged what would be known as the four great blades in House Skye's first homestead. And there was a prophecy- one that had yet to come true- that a blooded descendant of the first king of House Skye would wield House Skye's great blade, for a blade was forged for every House. Now every member of House Skye was a blooded descendant of the first king, yet there would only be One- a wandless extraordinary (as they were called), a wizard, who would be able to control the blade.

Many years later, way after Athlis and the first founders of House Skye had died, their descendants replaced them. It was only years after wards that Damascus and his little brother Joseph Skye was born to James and Madison Skye.

It occurred to them almost immediately that little Damascus had a great and powerful destiny awaiting him, and that he had incredible power. Yet, for his first year at Hogwarts they couldn't find him a wand. And then it dawned on them- what if he was a wandless wizard? A wizard who cold use charms and incantations with words rather than a wand. So it was after then that his training began with his grandfather Brendan, who was also a wandless wizard.


"Come on, dam, I know you can do it." Brendan's dark eyes glittered with excitement, his eyes crinkling at their corners and a smile on his mouth. He was a lot older than his son James yet he had a playful sparkle in his eyes many elders did not. "I believe in you. You're father and I know you can do this."

The boy before him reminded him so much of his father and Brendan's son, James- he was tall was as handsome as his father, with white-blond hair like his father's and dark eyes like his mother's. He had this tightly coiled power that drew the eye, impossible to miss, and this raw physical strength that pushed everyone else to the periphery.

"I know, Grandpa, but you know I'm also new to this." Damascus sighed, running a hand through his hair. Yet although it seemed he was in doubt it also seemed like he was determined to try. So gritting his teeth he muttered an incantation under his breath and it was like the magic inside him was begging to be used, so much that it was amazing when it came forth, light spinning off of Damascus's fingers. "Look at that, Grandpa! I'm doing it!"

So when they found out that Damascus was a wandless wizard, an Extraordinary, they had also wondered if he was the one in the prophecy, who would reclaim one of the lost four great blades- House Skye's great blade. But during their time of searching, Damascus was caught by the authorities and taken to the Institutions, where he now resides.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Two~

He couldn't believe it. He din't want to jinx it by saying it aloud, but still. It was his birthday- his twenty eighth, and Brendan was dead. His grandfather had done so much for him in his lifetime, had helped him learn how to harness, control, and use his wandless wizardry throughout his younger years. and to think that the incredibly powerful elder, the man who had saved so many lives- including Brendan's younger sister Carrie- from a terrible fate, was dead, killed from old age.

Lips turned down in a frown, Damascus Skye ran a hand quickly through his white-blond hair that had been swept to the side from the powerful gusts of cold air. When Brendan died, the news swept through the town like wildfire until everyone knew. It was amazing how many people- friends, family, work partners, everyone- had assembled at the old man's funeral. Carrie had been in absolute tears.

Old Bear's, as they called him, funeral had been a sad one and a difficult one for Damascus to handle, for it was with Old Bear that he had learned so much from, even before he had attended Hogwarts. And with Old Bear's death, the secret of Damascus's power had been revealed to everyone, so everyone knew now.

Damascus didn't want them to know, but it was too late and now everyone knew. Every day another kid came up to him and squealed at him to show them the magic. With a heavy sigh, he muttered an incantation and a flame appeared in his palm, running along his long fingers and in the ridges of his hand. He hated the cold, and preferred the warmth of summer days or a cackling, roaring fire. Those were the days of campfires and camping along with friends.

Walking with painfully slow steps, the boy turned those thoughts over in his head. Christmas, as he knew, was dragging itself closer with each passing day. It showed in the tinsel in the windows and the green wreaths hung from shop doors. His mother had always been a lover of these days- it was only yesterday they had been baking homemade cookies and pies for Christmas dinner.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!"

There was a loud shout, and something slammed painfully into Damascus's side, extinguishing the fire in his palm. Slipping backwards, Damascus fell, hitting his head painfully on the old, smooth concrete. With a hiss of pain he brought his scraped hands to the sides of his head, although he found no sign of injuring. Standing up shakily and using a cushion of air with an incantation to help him get up, he examined his bleeding palms with a sigh. 

"You should watch where you're going, next time."Damascus sighed, brushing tinsel off of his woolen black coat. Curiously, he looked over at the man who had slammed into him, and couldn't help but smile when he saw a few small strands of tinsel in the man's hair.

"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" The man said apologetically after he got to his feet, and Damascus laughed, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile.

"That's quite alright, sir." Damascus reassured him with a smile, his Irish heritage accenting his tone."The holidays are coming up and it's quite a busy time of year. I'm Damascus Skye, by the way. Do you want any help?"


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