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« on: 13/12/2017 at 01:21 »
Make her 10 please!
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« on: 12/12/2017 at 07:16 »
E L S E W H E R E C H I L D CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Rana Nettlebed Gender: Female Age: 8 Bloodline: Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Magda Fellwater & Atlas Nettlebed (NPCs) Residence: Foxe Farm Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Nope! Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? Nope! Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Calypso O'Hara & Co. Biography: (100 words minimum.)"Look at her. That precious little thing." The oldest sister, Maia exclaimed. The baby giggled happily before kicking. Her little fingers wrapped around another one, the one of her favourite cousin, Pax. Rana was just over a year old and was already sheltered like the precious girl she was. The years flew by, and Rana watched as each of her sisters, starting with Maia, left the house and only returned months later. This was closely followed by Vega, before her, all time favourite cousin, Pax, left the house for the wonderful world of Hogwarts. Pax had come to visit them at Foxe Farm and was about to leave until a month later. Little Rana watched her sister's bustled around him, commenting on his eyes and whatnot, and the little girl barely understands. She was sitting at the side, tears welled up in her eyes because it was another month before she could see Pax again. Her lips drooped and a few stray tears leaked from her eyes before she finally decided it was time to say goodbye to Pax.
Tottering forward Rana hugged her little arms around Pax's legs, burying her face into them as she whimpered. “Will you bring me something special back from London?” Green eyes met pleaded with the older boy, her lip turned down in a fine pout. Pax's explanation came in in one year before going out the other. Tuning out her sisters, she buried her face in his legs once more, before finally letting go.
“We’ll all be going before September, anyway!”
Her older sister's words made her face fall even more, and tears once again welled up in her eyes. Hogwarts. Right. The school that took away most of her siblings from her for nine months a year. And Pax was going too. A gentle touch made her look up and the wink from Pax got her smiling again. She wouldn't forget him, and neither would he.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:Quidditch was... fascinating to her, to say the least. She was afraid of heights, but she loved flying. Kind of contradicting. Little Rana still hadn't made up her mind whether she should try Quidditch at Hogwarts when she goes there. She couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts, to be with her favourite cousin and all of her other sisters. Currently, she was the only one not at Hogwarts. Even Nashira was going to Hogwarts this term! She was going to be lonely at home, the first time without all of her sisters. Her green eyes watched as the few boys dart around in the sky. Perhaps she should try it. After all, Pax was on the Quidditch Team. She couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts and be in the same house as Pax! Her eyes back to the sketchbook and pencil she held in her hand, Rana began swinging on the swing. As she flew higher and higher, the pencil in her hand began to draw faster and faster. A quick sketch of the sky above with three boys on brooms was drawn. Rana was a talented artist, and she knew it. As the swing swung to a stop, Rana hopped down and began walking towards Honeydukes to look for her sisters. "You! Do you want to play?"Rana froze in her tracks, before turning around, her hair whipping around like crazy. Pointing to herself, Rana whispered, "Me? Are you talking to me?" Well, this was awkward. On one hand, she needed to find Nashira, on the other hand, she wanted to try flying and the girl seemed to have a broom. The girl seemed to be the same age as her too, so when she goes to Hogwarts, she might already have a friend. Mind made up, Rana nodded, a beaming smile on her face. "Sure! Anything you want to play?" She let her eyes stray to the toy broom, hoping to hint the girl slightly. OTHERHow did you find us? Wingardium Leviosa and a bit of luck.
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« on: 31/08/2017 at 04:29 »
Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Calypso O'Hara Birthday: 19 September 1939 Hometown: London 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 year(If possible), Second year(If necessary) Biography: Her parents, Miranda Shafiq and Castor O'Hara, met in university, both meeting as they had the same course. Both wanted to be professors, and the two of them sat down next to each other by accident. Both grew really close as they tend to study together in the library, and both pass their course with flying colors. After a few years of dating, Castor proposed to Miranda, and she said yes. So they got married in winter, with snow swirling around them. Both lived in peace for a few years, and Miranda finally decided that their house was just too empty with the two of them. Nine months later, both welcomed Calypso O'Hara into the world. Calypso was an adorable baby and grew up in a loving family. When she was five, her parents saw her make her toys float around her. Their friends, who were over at that time, and were a pair of muggleborn wizards, told the surprise couple everything and introduce them to Diagon Alley. Calypso grew up between Diagon Alley and the muggle world. She still went to a muggle school and tried her best to control her powers. Sadly, sometimes it just slips through, making everyone scared of her. Thus, she gets bullied often. She grew quiet, and withdraw into her shell. She founds her comfort in books and doesn't make any friends, magical or muggle as they think that she's weird, spending all her time buried in books. She developed a sense of self-preservation, thinking that she cannot depend on people as they might betray her any moment. She cannot wait to get to Hogwarts, and when she got her letter, she was elated! When she did get her letter, she was elated! She cannot wait to go to Hogwarts. → SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.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."REPLY: Calypso despised breakfast. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, sure, but for her, who can never wake up on time, is pure torture. She can only really eat a muffin during breakfast, her stomach cannot hold anything. Believe me, she tried, only to vomit on the person next to her. Wincing at that memory, she picked up her school bag and headed to the gardens, nibbling on the chocolate muffin she swiped from the hall. She headed to the favorite spot in the vast garden: The willow tree over looking the poppy patch. Curling down under the tree, she took out " Hogwarts: A History" and began flipping through the pages, absorbing what her massive brain didn't already absorb. Humming lightly, she closed the book, before closing her eyes briefly, taking a calm breath. Flowing streams, clear blue skies, happy laughter... It all came to her like waves lapping on a beach. She was remembering all her friends before she came here when a loud stomping noise broke her train of thoughts. Huffing angrily, her eyes flicked open, daring the person who interrupted her to talk to her. You can imagine her surprise when the person was not near her at all but was instead tromping through the poppy patch, his face scrunched up in anger. "You blasted rat! Where are you?"Curiosity piqued, she left her satchel under the willow tree and came out, one eyebrow raised. Nose scrunched up, she was about to berate the boy, albeit older than her, about how one should care about flowers when the boy started to sneeze and wipe his snot on his shirt sleeve. Sneering in disgust, she looked away and saw a rat scampering away from them as if trying to escape from the horrific boy. Smirking, she watched it scurry away and turned back to the boy. "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare." He said. Smirking slightly, turquoise orbs bore into the boy's one. "It is also not polite to stomp through flowers as if you own the place. It is not okay to wipe your snot on your sleeve. Has anyone teach you basic manners?" Quirking an eyebrow, she continued. "I saw something gray going that way. She pointed to the opposite direction of where she saw the rat running to. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have better things to do than talking to a prat like you who likes to destroy perfectly okay flowers.." Huffing, she turned away, intending to head back towards the willow tree where she left her satchel. → ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): None How did you find us?: My sister recommended this site.
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« on: 29/08/2017 at 08:58 »
Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Calypso O'Hara Birthday: 19 September 1939 Hometown: London 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 year(If possible), Second year(If necessary) Biography: Her parents, Miranda Shafiq and Castor O'Hara, met in university, both meeting as they had the same course. Both wanted to be professors, and the two of them sat down next to each other by accident. Both grew really close as they tend to study together in the library, and both pass their course with flying colors. After a few years of dating, Castor proposed to Miranda, and she said yes. So they got married in winter, with snow swirling around them. Both lived in peace for a few years, and Miranda finally decided that their house was just too empty with the two of them. Nine months later, both welcomed Calypso O'Hara into the world. Calypso was an adorable baby and grew up in a loving family. When she was five, her parents saw her make her toys float around her. Their friends, who were over at that time, and were a pair of muggleborn wizards, told the surprise couple everything and introduce them to Diagon Alley. Calypso grew up between Diagon Alley and the muggle world. She cannot wait to get her letter. When she did get her letter, she was elated! She cannot wait to go to Hogwarts. → SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.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."REPLY: Calypso despised breakfast. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, sure, but for her, who can never wake up on time, is pure torture. She can only really eat a muffin during breakfast, her stomach cannot hold anything. Believe me, she tried, only to vomit on the person next to her. Wincing at that memory, she picked up her school bag and headed to the gardens, nibbling on the chocolate muffin she swiped from the hall. She headed to the favourite spot in the vast garden: The willow tree over looking the poppy patch. Curling down under the tree, she took out " Hogwarts: A History" and began flipping through the pages, absorbing what her massive brain didn't already absorb. Humming lightly, she closed the book, before closing her eyes briefly, taking a calm breath. Flowing streams, clear blue skies, happy laughter... It all came to her like waves lapping on a beach. She was remembering all her friends before she came here when a loud stomping noise broke her train of thoughts. Huffing angrily, her eyes flicked open, daring the person who interrupted her to talk to her. You can imagine her surprise when the person was not near her at all but was instead tromping through the poppy patch, his face scrunched up in anger. "You blasted rat! Where are you?"Curiosity piqued, she left her satchel under the willow tree and came out, one eyebrow raised. Nose scrunched up, she was about to berate the boy, albeit older than her, about how one should care about flowers when the boy started to sneeze and wipe his snot on his shirt sleeve. Sneering in disgust, she looked away and saw a rat scampering away from them as if trying to escape from the horrific boy. Smirking, she watched it scurry away and turned back to the boy. "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare." He said. Smirking slightly, turquoise orbs bore into the boy's one. "It is also not polite to stomp through flowers as if you own the place. It is not okay to wipe your snot on your sleeve. Has anyone teach you basic manners?" Quirking an eyebrow, she continued. "I saw something gray going that way. She pointed to the opposite direction of where she saw the rat running to. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have better things to do than talking to a prat like you who likes to destroy perfectly okay flowers.." Huffing, she turned away, heading towards the willow tree where she left her satchel. → ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): None How did you find us?: My sister recommended this site.
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« on: 25/06/2017 at 11:41 »
I bold the wrong blood status. She is actually a muggleborn.
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« on: 25/06/2017 at 11:39 »
E L S E W H E R E C H I L D CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Calypso O'Hara Gender: Female Age: 6 Bloodline:Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Miranda Shafiq and Castor O'Hara (NPC) Residence: A large Muggle house in London, near Diagon Alley. Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?No. 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:N/A. Biography: Her parents, Miranda Shafiq and Castor O'Hara, met in university, both meeting as they had the same course. Both wanted to be professors, and the two of them sat down next to each other by accident. Both grew really close as they tend to study together in the library, and both pass their course with flying colours. After a few years of dating, Castor proposed to Miranda, and she said yes. So they got married in winter, with snow swirling around them. Both lived in peace for a few years, and Miranda finally decided that their house was too empty with the two of them. Nine months later, both welcomed Calypso O'Hara into the world. Calypso was an adorable baby and grew up in a loving family. When she was five, her parents saw her make her toys float around her. Their friends, who were over at that time, and were a pair of muggleborn wizards, told the surprise couple everything and introduce them to Diagon Alley. Calypso grew up between Diagon Alley and the muggle world. She cannot wait to get her letter. 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:Calypso clutched her stuffed rabbit tightly to her chest eyes wide as she looked around. She had already made multiple trips to Godric Park, but she still can't believe it.
Looking on at the people playing, she watched three boys zipped around on their broomsticks, chasing a golden snitch. Rolling her eyes, she muttered, "What's so interesting in chasing a snitch anyway? I mean, playing beater is way more fun." Sighing, she flopped down under the tree, when a voice called for her attention.
Analyzing the girl, she concluded that she was about the same age as her, maybe older, and was currently ignored by her friends, or were they her siblings? Certainly seem so. Raking her hands through her golden brown hair, she sighed. If I must, she thought. Stepping out of the shade of the tree, she glanced at the girl. "Were you talking to me?
If you were, sure, I'll play. I'm Calypso O'Hara, what is your name?" Her head cocked to the side, awaiting an answerOTHERHow did you find us? Google | TopSites | Recommendation | Facebook | Tumblr | Other
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