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Archived Applications / Rosalie Morgenstern, A Librarian
« on: 09/08/2016 at 01:21 »


CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Rosalie Alessa Morgenstern

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Zoella & Co.

Character age: Nineteen

Character education: Hogwarts; Graduated in 1946; Hufflepuff house

Strength and weaknesses (details please):
Her greatest strength (also a weakness) would definitely have to be her big heart. She often takes pity on those around her, in lesser conditions, whether that be financially or mentally. Lea is the kind of girl who would give the shirt off her back for someone else if they needed it.

Her greatest weakness is that of wanting to be accepted, so to speak. She also wants nothing more than to please those around her, especially her close friends and family. In regards to that, it would be interesting to see how that plays out around students if she were to get the position.

Physical description:
Standing at 5/10, she has an athletic build with long legs. Her normally red hair is charmed to be blonde, and cascades down her back, nearly reaching the middle. Her crystal blue eyes are typically bright and gentle.

Personality:
Rosalie is a very friendly person, and well-mannered. It takes a lot for her to become angry or upset, and even when she does feel that way, she doesn't let most people see it. Only close friends and Max can tell when she's thoroughly upset over something. Other than that, she's incredibly bubbly and personable.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:
The Hufflepuff alumni isn't quite sure what she wants to do with her life yet. Aside from her impending doom marriage, nothing in her life is planned ahead. The only thing she does know if Hogwarts is like her second home, and she loved being there as a student, so why not try to go back and do some good.

Biography: Rosalie Alessa Morgenstern was born on a very snowy March 11, 1929. The Morgenstern family was on the rise again, expanding farther than they had imagined possible. Wealthy in every sense of the word, they’ve never known real struggle. Only a few main branches remained to their name, only one being pureblood.

The darling girl was the fourth child of Carl and Nadja, and the third daughter. At first, it pained Carl that she wasn’t a son, but soon it would fade. Being the patriarch, he wasn’t home much so it laid upon the shoulders of her older siblings to ultimately take care of her. Their house was never empty as she grew up, and she always dreamt of having a family just like her own. She was especially close to Max, telling him everything and anything. She trusted him with all of her heart, and soul. And when he was diagnosed, the youngest girl grew fiercely protective over him.

Lea, or so her family called her, enjoyed her time at Hogwarts. Often ridiculed for her bright orange hair, the young girl resorted to using a simple charm to change the colour to blonde. She was, to no one’s surprise, sorted into Hufflepuff. Bubbly and incredibly bright, the yellow badger suited her perfectly. Being a pureblood, being friends with others in different houses came quite easy for the girl. During her first year, she met her best friend Theodore Razi, and it would continue that way until the present times. They were inseparable at times, and he was always welcome to her family’s house, which he often took advantage of during the summers.

The young Hufflepuff spent most of her time painting in the large garden of her family home. What time she had free from overpriced dinners and parties that revolved around the constant flaunting of wealth and power, she spent volunteering in orphanages and hospitals. She viewed the world through unjaded eyes which came to shape her thoughts and opinions. Her entire world revolving around the purity of blood and the amount of amassed wealth, however; In the eyes of the young Heiress, she was a pureblood but that didn’t mean she couldn’t open her heart to others. All she wanted was to leave her mark on the world, whether they be that of a long line of distinguished nobles or that of hard working, every-day citizens.

The tall, blonde eighteen year old was often described as “sunshine on a rainy day.” It didn’t take much to see a smile, or to make her laugh, for that matter. She made it a mission of hers to go out of her way to make others feel happy. Some often took her kindness for granted, attempting to take advantage of her. But her siblings taught her to fight for her own, and to stand her ground. Always well mannered, it took a lot for her to get visibly upset. The young teen came to dream of getting married and being showered in abundance of love and enjoy, as well as having a yard full of children when she got older. That didn’t go quite well as she returned home shortly after graduating.

She was soon informed of her prearranged to non-other than Antonin Borovsky, a Russian pureblood. Very popular in school with his best friend Thomas, a year or two below her, he seemed nothing more than a womanizer. Sure, the boy was incredibly attractive, but the rumors she heard convinced her to stay away. Ironically, her sister warned her to stay away. Yet, there they were, soon to be married. 

But in the winter of 1947, she found out that instead of marrying Antonin, she would now be marrying Vladmir, the eldest son due to internal family conflict.


SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

She couldn’t believe she talked to Professor Fleisher that long. But of course, whenever returning to Hogwarts, Lea had to stop by and talk to her favorite professor. He was the only authorative figure that treated her with respect, and she more than appreciated it. It was more than any other professor had done for her whilst at the castle.

A blur of blonde hair and long legs sped down the corridor towards the Headmistress’ doorway. As a student, she had never seen the inside of the fierce woman’s office. Lea wouldn’t go as far as to say, she was a model student, but she definitely kept her nose clean, and did as told. She wasn’t one for childish antics, or even pranks that everyone loved playing in school. On the contrary, she despised them, actually. Found them rather annoying.

Much like the people who did them.

Her nude heels clicked against the marble floor as she ran, stopping abruptly beside the doorway. Fixing her French braid, sweeping her bangs out of her face, she put on a bright smile. She knocked on the door before opening the door and entering the room. The look on Headmistress Ivanova's face was enough for her bubbly smile to falter—for just a moment before returning as she crossed the floor to the Russian.

"You are late."

“I apologize, Headmistress. I lost track of time with Professor Fleisher. It won’t happen again,” her voice soft and sweet, much like the same as in school.

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Aries and I discussed this application, and we both agreed it'd be much better just being archived. So I just sent in a new one. :)

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Elsewhere Accepted / Rosalie Morgenstern ||Elsewhere Adult
« on: 30/04/2016 at 20:59 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Rosalie Alessa Morgenstern
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Hufflepuff '46


Residence:
In the London residence of the Morgenstern family

Occupation
Socialite

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?
Not at this moment

Requested Magic Levels:

  • Charms: 6
  • Divination: 7
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 12
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:
Zoella Mertz, Ivan Pavlova, Finlay McCormick, Riley Logan, Liam Cirmorelli, and Iefan Cadwallader

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Rosalie Alessa Morgenstern was born on a very snowy March 11, 1929. The Morgenstern family was on the rise again, expanding farther than they had imagined possibly. Wealthy in every sense of the word, they’ve never known real struggle. Only a few main branches remained to their name, only one being pureblood.

The darling girl was the fourth child of Carl and Nadja, and the third daughter. At first, it pained Carl that she wasn’t a son, but soon it would fade. Being the patriarch, he wasn’t home much so it laid upon the shoulders of her older siblings to ultimately take care of her. Their house was never empty as she grew up, and she always dreamt of having a family just like her own. She was especially close to Max, telling him everything and anything. She trusted him with all of her heart, and soul. And when he was diagnosed, the youngest girl grew fiercely protective over him.

Lea, or so her family called her, enjoyed her time at Hogwarts. Often ridiculed for her bright orange hair, the young girl resorted to using a simple charm to change the colour to blonde. She was, to no one’s surprise, sorted into Hufflepuff. Bubbly and incredibly bright, the yellow badger suited her perfectly. Being a pureblood, being friends with others in different houses came quite easy for the girl. During her first year, she met her best friend Theodore Razi, and it would continue that way until the present times. They were inseparable at times, and he was always welcome to her family’s house, which he often took advantage of during the summers.

The young Hufflepuff spent most of her time painting in the large garden of her family home. What time she had free from overpriced dinners and parties that revolved around the constant flaunting of wealth and power, she spent volunteering in orphanages and hospitals. She viewed the world through unjaded eyes which came to shape her thoughts and opinions. Her entire world revolving around the purity of blood and the amount of amassed wealth, however; In the eyes of the young Heiress, she was a pureblood but that didn’t mean she couldn’t open her heart to others. All she wanted was to leave her mark on the world, whether they be that of a long line of distinguished nobles or that of hard working, every-day citizens.

The tall, blonde eighteen year old was often described as “sunshine on a rainy day.” It didn’t take much to see a smile, or to make her laugh, for that matter. She made it a mission of hers to go out of her way to make others feel happy. Some often took her kindness for granted, attempting to take advantage of her. But her siblings taught her to fight for her own, and to stand her ground. Always well mannered, it took a lot for her to get visibly upset. The young teen came to dream of getting married and being showered in abundance of love and enjoy, as well as having a yard full of children when she got older. That didn’t go quite well as she returned home shortly after graduating.

She was soon informed of her prearranged to non-other than Antonin Borovsky, a Russian pureblood. Very popular in school with his best friend Thomas, a year or two below her, he seemed nothing more than a womanizer. Sure, the boy was incredibly attractive, but the rumors she heard convinced her to stay away. Ironically, her sister warned her to stay away. Yet, there they were, soon to be married.



Roleplay Response: Two
Dressed in a pale pink petticoat, a young woman made her way through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. A soft, white scarf covered her sun kissed face, leaving only her bright blue eyes outlined in black. Wild, blonde hair flew freely in the fierce wind. Sleek, black boots crunched the snow beneath her, leaving prints trailing behind her. Snow glittered around her, clinging to her long, flowing hair for dear life. A picture of elegance and grace, she carried herself with confidence. “Rosalie, ne slishkom daleko*,” a man’s voice called from behind her. With a simple nod of her head, the woman acknowledged the foreign language. As if condemning her, another, larger body collided with her own.


"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!"


Her face of astonishment and utter surprise as the male bumped into her, not completely realizing the outcome of the situation as he fell on top of her, causing her to tumble down along with him. Rosalie’s once pristine hair and and lavish clothing now having fallen victim to the colored tinsel and large particles of snow, as she struggled to retain and readjust her persona, slowly standing to her feet in the midst of a crowded and lively road. The young female’s blue hues now having a glint of anger and irritation as she glanced down to her attire and back to the elderly man before her, but before she could respond in any form towards the man, the bodyguard which had been assigned to her rushed to the forefront, immediately confronting the much older gentleman.


The Russian was quick to began a barrage of insults in his native tongue towards the poor man, but now instead of feeling angry towards the male that had ruined her outfit of the day, in such a harsh climate, she was feeling sorry. She couldn’t help it as she stood helplessly, watching the scenario take place. Rosalie watched as Markos went to put his hands onto the old man but before that could take place, she rushed in with hopes of ceasing the hostilities or at least minimizing the damage to the male. Her sudden touch to her subordinates shoulder was all that she needed to defuse the rising situation, as the stark eyed Russian turned to face her, he quietly backed up and gave her room.

Her gaze remained on her companion for a couple of seconds, as if pondering several things at once before shifting her view and landing onto the male whom had spilled tinsel and several other objects onto the floor. ‘’I do think that we are not to fault here, it’s a crowded place and it was bound to happen - Here allow me to help you.’’ She pleaded, as she began to pick up the box in order to assist the older male.


**Don't stray too far


OTHER
How did you find us? It's a secret....shhhh


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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Rosalie Châteaudun
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Hufflepuff '46

Residence:
Looking for a flat in London as we speak

Occupation
Heiress and Socialite

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Minnistry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
Not at this time.

Requested Magic Levels:

  • Charms: 6
  • Divination: 7
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 12
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:
Zoella, Riley, Ivan, Iefan, Liam (if accepted)

Biography:
Rosalie Fleur Châteaudun was born in the heart of Paris, on March 11, 1929. The Châteaudun family, known for their long line of entrepreneurs and real estate, came from very old money. Wealthy in every sense of the word, they’ve never known real struggle. The trio lived in the a sprawling mansion on the outskirts of the capital, in a gated area. The nearest neighbor they had lived about 4.8 kilometers away (three miles.) The young girl soon found solace in the peaceful stillness her parents had created.

The darling girl was the first child of Jean-Luc and Claudia, and unfortunately, the only one. At first, it pained Jean-Luc he would never have a son, but soon it would fade. Being a real estate agent, he wasn’t home much during the week, so one child was more than he could handle anyway. Claudia didn’t seem to mind being alone with her daughter, whenever she wasn’t hosting extravagant parties. Her nanny and caretaker, Marie, doted on her constantly as she grew older, molding her perception of what love was and what was required of such fairy-tales.  The young girl came to dream of getting married and being showered in abundance of love and enjoy, as well as having a yard full of children when she graduated. That didn’t go quite well as she returned home shortly after graduating.

For Rosalie, nothing was deemed too expensive, or too much. From age five until seventeen, private tutors were arranged and at the ready to further expand her horizon and knowledge. Her parents didn’t want her education being influenced by the War but nonetheless, she attended Hogwarts. In her own world, she was happy nonetheless. Early on, father had informed her that a prearranged marriage would be in her future. Though, a point was made to make sure she understood her opinion mattered on swaying one way or another. Not another word was mentioned for some time.

The tall, blonde eighteen year old was often described as “sunshine on a rainy day.” It didn’t take much to see a smile, or to make her laugh, for that matter. She made it a mission of hers to go out of her way to make others feel happy. Some often took her kindness for granted, attempting to take advantage of her. But her father taught her to fight for her own, and to stand her ground. Always well mannered, it took a lot for her to get visibly upset.

The young heiress spent most of her time painting in the large garden of her family home. What time she had free from overpriced dinners and parties that revolved around the constant flaunting of wealth and power, she spent volunteering in orphanages and hospitals. She viewed the world through unjaded eyes which came to shape her thoughts and opinions. Her entire world revolving around the purity of blood and the amount of amassed wealth, however; In the eyes of the young Heiress, she was a pureblood but that didn’t mean she couldn’t open her heart to others. All she wanted was to leave her mark on the world, whether they be that of a long line of distinguished nobles or that of hard working, every-day citizens.

Being all legs with beautiful sun-kissed skin, many families flocked to her father, asking for her hand and the chance to court the feminine beauty. Each family and suitor was politely turned away, that was until a very particular family showed interest in the the young Rosalie, whom at this point in time was aspiring in continuing her passion of art and entitlement of coming from a family with such resources at their disposal. The proposal that had been offered shook the entirety of her household to the core and more.

Her father was astonished by the proposal as it remained unclear as to why a family of such status, even within the boundaries of the pure blooded families and elitists, would even consider intertwining with those of different circles. The Châteaudun’s were wealthy through the means of legitimate business  but the majority of such fortunes were descending from Old Money, as their ancestors had prospered and flourished in the early 1600’s through the spice trade.

Rosalie’s curiosity was a wild one to tame as negotiations between her family and the unnamed family, at the time , mediated and haggled their interests back and forth. Her father, Jean-Luc at the time kept the dealings hushed up and discussed it to the bare minimum, however, the issue was that it wasn’t with Rosalie that her father had taken counsel with but with her mother. Outraged and without a clue in the world about what was about to occur, she waited and waited until a decision had been reached and the dealings had been concluded.


Her father and life-long guardian had betrothed her away as if she were a piece of merchandise to do as he wished, she had been betrayed by those whom she adored and loved most but somehow, the thing that ate the most out of her was her conscious.  Rosalie laid in bed at night going over the countless possibilities and outcome of such tragic news, the endless scenarios running wild and rampant in her naive and sheltered head, as she waited and anticipated the date as it grew closer and closer. Her mother had slowly been easing information to her throughout the months, in regards as to who she was now technically engaged to,  and each time she felt the the freedom slipping through her fingers and out of her life.

The Châteaudun parents had chosen wisely, whether it was in order to climb the ladder, even within the elite’s social standings, or it was simply out of respect and desire to align themselves with a renowned and dominant faction that led to such extreme measures.

Rosalie had been bargained as a chip in the world of trade, as her family's resources and untainted name made trade much easier for those that were looking to make or obtain money. The Russians, but more precisely, the Borovsky’s were commonly known for their affiliation within the upmost elitist of circles, as well as their practices within the Dark Arts and Necromancy. This family was also heavily involved with the Russian Criminal Underground, but that was only rumored as nothing had been openly confessed. Her father jumped at the opportunity to gain the respect and prestige that their family had desperately worked towards, and eagerly accepted.
Feeling utterly betrayed by the very man who was supposed to be looking over her well-being, Rosie moved with her bodyguard Markos Bastyr (courtesy of her soon to be in-laws)  to London. Her hope of finding true love was buried deeply inside of her whole being, and with every step she took she envisioned what was to come.




Roleplay Response: Two
Dressed in a pale pink petticoat, a young woman made her way through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. A soft, white scarf covered her sun kissed face, leaving only her bright blue eyes outlined in black. Wild, blonde hair flew freely in the fierce wind. Sleek, black boots crunched the snow beneath her, leaving prints trailing behind her. Snow glittered around her, clinging to her long, flowing hair for dear life. A picture of elegance and grace, she carried herself with confidence. “Rosalie, ne slishkom daleko*,” a man’s voice called from behind her. With a simple nod of her head, the woman acknowledged the foreign language. As if condemning her, another, larger body collided with her own.


"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!"


Her face of astonishment and utter surprise as the male bumped into her, not completely realizing the outcome of the situation as he fell on top of her, causing her to tumble down along with him. Rosalie’s once pristine hair and and lavish clothing now having fallen victim to the colored tinsel and large particles of snow, as she struggled to retain and readjust her persona, slowly standing to her feet in the midst of a crowded and lively road. The young female’s blue hues now having a glint of anger and irritation as she glanced down to her attire and back to the elderly man before her, but before she could respond in any form towards the man, the bodyguard which had been assigned to her rushed to the forefront, immediately confronting the much older gentleman.


The Russian was quick to began a barrage of insults in his native tongue towards the poor man, but now instead of feeling angry towards the male that had ruined her outfit of the day, in such a harsh climate, she was feeling sorry. She couldn’t help it as she stood helplessly, watching the scenario take place. Rosalie watched as Markos went to put his hands onto the old man but before that could take place, she rushed in with hopes of ceasing the hostilities or at least minimizing the damage to the male. Her sudden touch to her subordinates shoulder was all that she needed to defuse the rising situation, as the stark eyed Russian turned to face her, he quietly backed up and gave her room.

Her gaze remained on her companion for a couple of seconds, as if pondering several things at once before shifting her view and landing onto the male whom had spilled tinsel and several other objects onto the floor. ‘’I do think that we are not to fault here, it’s a crowded place and it was bound to happen - Here allow me to help you.’’ She pleaded, as she began to pick up the box in order to assist the older male.


**Don't stray too far


OTHER
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