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Callum Moran

    (26/04/2017 at 12:15)
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Application for Hogwarts School




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Name: Callum Finley Moran

Birthday: 5th February 1936

Hometown: Belfast, Northern Ireland

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): 4th, 5th.

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.


Born to muggles; a bookshop owner, Finlay Moran and a seamstress, Penelope Moran. Callum always had an appreciation for the arts. Be it literature, embroidery, music or painting, Callum dabbled wherever he could. The streets of Belfast were cold and dreary, but that never managed to extinguish the fire that burnt in his heart.

His mother adored her little rosey cheeked son, and spent hours a day teaching her son the skills of her craft and how to express himself through art. The young boy absorbed everything, giving nothing more importance than anything else. His lack of bias towards people spread to the arts, and all he wanted to do what try it all.

As a young child, Callum spent most of his time helping out his father. His father however spent most of his time trying to keep the rambunctious from scaring away his customers and/or trying to burn the shop down. Callum enjoyed people no matter where they came from, how they looked or how they chose to dress, stranger danger is simply something he had never understood. To Callum, people were inherently good.

Callum's unfaltering trust is often a downfall of his, landing him in awkward situations and sticking him with helping people for no apparent reason. Callum runs with no ulterior motives, and this means he doesn't often look out for himself, or what's best for him.

When Callum first received his letter from Hogwarts, he couldn't have been more ecstatic. A whole new world that he had never even heard of, free for him to explore, it was a dream come true. Following a visit from Hogwarts staff, and a little explaining, Callum was on his way to become a wizard, and he simply couldn't wait.

Following the time warp, and the sudden disappearance of his parents, Callum's world seemingly crumbled around him. Noticing the same had happened to muggleborns around him, Callum slowly began to ease out of his shell once more and create a new family for himself with the friends he'd made in Hogwarts.

Through his first few years in Hogwarts, Callum was never exceptional in much. Running through every day like a new adventure and studying as much as he could, whilst enjoying his friends and the world around him of course. Callum soon realised that not only was he talented in the arts, but he was reasonably athletic, and trying out for Quidditch soon became a passion of his.


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House Request:

Personality: Wide-eyed enthusiasm, trusting and carefree. He is a little oblivious to clear social signals of disinterest from people and could rattle on for hours without response. Brushing off insults and snide remarks easily, Callum isn't capable of holding a grudge.

Appearance:
With pearly white skin, slightly splotched with red. He has dark green eyes, with little bits of gold along the edge if the iris. He is slim built, bordering on lanky, with messy blonde hair cascading down his face.  His eyes tend to burst open with every word, his mouth yammering on and a soft glow building up on his cheeks to mark his excitement.

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That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

With a comical, to say the least, look of determination on his face, Callum glanced from flower patch to flower patch. His eyes scanned the ground before him and around him, determined to find the hiding creature for his fellow student. His head buried in the flower bed revealed only the back of his robes, sticking out into the air.

The sneeze visibly startled him. Throwing his head out of the flower patch, Callum exclaimed reflexively, "Merlin! Bless you!"

With hair pouring down onto his face and obscuring his vision, along with the disheveled state his robes had gotten into, Callum was most definitely not looking the cleanest. A rogue chuckle escaped his lips as he used a hand to lift his hair off his face, smoothening it back over his head.

The look of annoyance, clear on Hugh's face went right over Callum's head. Scratching the side of his hair and letting out yet another laugh he mutters, "He's picked quite the hiding spot hasn't he? Or was it a she, I'm so sorry! Well... I was under the impression it was you that needed the help, I don't suppose I need any help really..."

Callum's face warps into a quick frown, followed by a look of deep thought. "Well unless there's something I've lost and can't quite remember, were you helping me with something?" He asks questioningly.




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« Last Edit: 29/04/2017 at 01:39 by Anneka Ivanova »

* Anneka Ivanova

    (27/04/2017 at 00:54)
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Hi Callum!

Your application looks great. However, there is something we'll need you to change before we can accept you.

I'm so glad you included the Time Warp into Callum's story. Since he was born in 1936 (what would've been 1974), he would have only been a baby when the time warp happened and not at Hogwarts. If you could change your biography to reflect it, that would be great!

Once you've made those changes, please post your entire revised application below, and we'll be happy to take another look!
and if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free
to those who ground me, take a message back from me
tell them how I am defying gravity

Callum Moran

    (27/04/2017 at 06:14)
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Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Callum Finley Moran

Birthday: 5th February 1936

Hometown: Belfast, Northern Ireland

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): 4th, 5th.

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.


The Time Warp, like for many, altered Callum's life drastically. Not that he could process what was happening of course. The magical world was in chaos, but amidst that chaos, someone found young Callum. He was wrapped up in a blanket, with his name embroidered into it, and taken to St Mungos to be with all the other children who suffered his fate.

Surrounded by other orphans, he was quick to make friends, getting into lots of pure-hearted fun and exploring every nook of the hospital. Thought he'd been in the magical world his whole life, Callum yearned for his muggle connections. He'd read any book he could find on the topic, hoping one day he'd have the opportunity to go there for himself, to see the world he was born into but so quickly taken away from.

Through his first few years in Hogwarts, Callum was never exceptional in much. Running through every day like a new adventure and studying as much as he could. For Callum, the experience of life, learning and adventure was his main main concern. Callum soon found an affinity to the arts, enjoying playing music, painting and drawing. His sketchbooks, though filled with images of beautiful spells and wonderfully magical things still betrayed his gravitation towards the muggle world. Every few pages were dotted with images of the muggle world he'd seen in books, and things he'd just imagined. For Callum, the muggle world was the truly magical one.

As he grew older, Callum only grew more wide-eyed and curious. He was ever trusting and having spent most of his childhood surrounded by dozens of kids, he never had an issue making any friends. Callum inherently believed that every one was good, and this in turn landed him in trouble with the more manipulative few. Always eager to help and leaping at the opportunity to introduce someone to a whole new experience, Callum saw only the very best in life.

For him, the sneers and insults hurled at him for being muggleborn went right over his head. He might've registered some of it, but has always been able to write it off as a misunderstanding. He knew that someone just had to get to know him for them to like him and he was perfectly fine with showing them who he really was.


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

House Request:

Personality: Wide-eyed enthusiasm, trusting and carefree. He is a little oblivious to clear social signals of disinterest from people and could rattle on for hours without response. Brushing off insults and snide remarks easily, Callum isn't capable of holding a grudge.

Appearance:
With pearly white skin, slightly splotched with red. He has dark green eyes, with little bits of gold along the edge if the iris. He is slim built, bordering on lanky, with messy blonde hair cascading down his face.  His eyes tend to burst open with every word, his mouth yammering on and a soft glow building up on his cheeks to mark his excitement.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.
Quote
That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

With a comical, to say the least, look of determination on his face, Callum glanced from flower patch to flower patch. His eyes scanned the ground before him and around him, determined to find the hiding creature for his fellow student. His head buried in the flower bed revealed only the back of his robes, sticking out into the air.

The sneeze visibly startled him. Throwing his head out of the flower patch, Callum exclaimed reflexively, "Merlin! Bless you!"

With hair pouring down onto his face and obscuring his vision, along with the disheveled state his robes had gotten into, Callum was most definitely not looking the cleanest. A rogue chuckle escaped his lips as he used a hand to lift his hair off his face, smoothening it back over his head.

The look of annoyance, clear on Hugh's face went right over Callum's head. Scratching the side of his hair and letting out yet another laugh he mutters, "He's picked quite the hiding spot hasn't he? Or was it a she, I'm so sorry! Well... I was under the impression it was you that needed the help, I don't suppose I need any help really..."

Callum's face warps into a quick frown, followed by a look of deep thought. "Well unless there's something I've lost and can't quite remember, were you helping me with something?" He asks questioningly.




→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): N/A

How did you find us?: Lots of Google

* Alfie Smallweed

    (29/04/2017 at 01:23)
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Dear Mr. Moran,

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

Term begins 1 May 2017. 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,

Alfie Smallweed
Groundskeeper
THINK OF ALL THE LUCK YOU GOT
[know that it's not for naught]
YOU WERE BEAMING ONCE BEFORE
[but it's not like that anymore]

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