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GUIDELINES
PLAYING A BELIZAIRE
— You may request to play an unlisted Belizaire.
— They may be born in Haiti, England, or France.
— They mainly speak Haitian Creole/French and/or English.
— They all adopt the Vodou faith, though their strength
    and dedication to this may slightly vary. 

FACECLAIMS
— If changing a listed character's FC, ask beforehand.
— A list of faceclaim suggestions are available.
— If you pick your own, we only ask that they are black.

OTHER INFO
— Always PM Séverine Belizaire when interested in playing
    a Belizaire family member, no matter who it is.
— To ensure you are active, we kindly request that you've been on hs.net for at least one ooc year before asking to play anyone from the ruling matriarchal line.
 

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Character Classifieds / The Belizaire Family [Under Con.]
« Last post by Séverine Belizaire on 18/05/2018 at 13:51 »

FANMI AN
BELIZAIRE

BLOOD STATUS: HALFBLOOD
ETHNICITY: HAITIAN
RELIGION: HAITIAN VODOU
MOTHER TONGUE: CREOLE
LOCATION: SOMERSET, UK
INSIGNIA: HISPANIOLA BOA




A proud family from the first nation of free slaves, the Belizaire family flourishes best by blending the many strengths of their diverse roots. It is in their native Haiti that they drew deeply from those roots and rose tall, growing in influence and wealth but not arrogance or sin.

Within their circle of influence, the matrilineal line is paramount, and above that the family of the Mambo. Upon the occasion of marriage, sons of outside families adopt the Belizaire name of their wife whilst sons of Belizaire blood pass the name to their children. In this way the Belizaire female line is preserved and the tradition of the Mambo is strengthened both in blood and in name.

The Belizaire do not ascribe to those fears of ‘dilution’ or ‘purity’ of magical blood. For the Great Creator made all and is therefore in degrees divine. And so it has been passed down in the generations, that just as the Mother created the world and guides her children and her creation, so does the Mambo for her fanmi in all its relation and descent.
GENERAL INFORMATION







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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Jude Holiday | Elsewhere Teen
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 15/05/2018 at 02:35 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8155.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Jude Holiday | Elsewhere Teen
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 15/05/2018 at 02:35 »
Accepted!
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Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8154.0
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Accepted!
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Elsewhere Accepted / Jude Holiday | Elsewhere Teen
« Last post by Jude Holiday on 11/05/2018 at 12:44 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Jude Francis Holiday

Gender: Male

Age: 14 [Born 15 November 1938]

Bloodline:
Muggleborn

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Richard Jay Holiday (father) - NPC
Barbara Rose Holiday (mother) - NPC
Marlena Holiday (sister) - NPC
Annabeth Holiday (sister) - NPC
Linda Marie Clarke (aunt/guardian) - NPC

Residence:
San Francisco born and bred, though he’s been at Ilvermorny (Horned Serpent) for the past three years before he was pulled out of school.
He’s recently had to move to a sleepy muggle town not too far from Hogsmeade where his mother’s relatives are staying.

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:
Lucian Grey, Simon Bukowski, Cordelia Grey.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Once upon a time, there lived a family of Squares with one round peg, all living together in a little box made of ticky-tacky, surrounded by white picket fences, pools and manicured lawns. The American dream, almost.

Even in diapers, he hadn’t fit in. When they received his letter in the mail, it seemed like a critical part of the truth had finally snapped into place. He might not be adopted, but he was definitely not the same. The day the train left for Ilvermorny was a relief to everyone, only to be united in their discomfort during the long summers when he returned to live under their roof once more, forced to follow their rules.

He had never been good at following rules. And there were many. Rules on what to watch, what to wear, what to like, what to say. There were rules on how to dream. Rules on who should be loved and how and how much. Rules on religion and race that were meant to keep him from associating with the wrong sort. Rules to stop him from rocking the boat at every turn he could. Which he did anyway. Because unlike rebels without causes, he found his. Picked them up like strays in their multitude. Picketing. Defamation. The charges never really stuck.

Let your voice be heard, they said. But not too much. Be who you are, except who they told you not to be. Perfection, he learnt, was a disease that infected both body and soul, breeding hypocrisy.

In the end, after his third year, the parental squares pulled him out of Ilvermorny for lewd conduct. They blamed the school mostly, for their lack of vigilance, for allowing their son to violate the statutes on morals so thoroughly. He faced his father’s wrath like a soldier. And with belts and fists, he was punished, often. Strictly for his benefit, or course.

The hegemony was fighting back, and the sentence was clear.

Conformity or exile.


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:
Hogsmeade. A quaint little town in the middle of nowhere special. A secret, magical community where witches and wizards went about their daily lives without fear of being discovered. Apart from that novelty for Jude, the only other thing worth writing home about was the decent sweet shop. Not that he ever did write home -- or rather he had stopped several weeks ago, when Annabeth’s replies had grown increasingly more infrequent, a sign if any that she no longer deserved them.

This morning he was reading Hawthorne. Legs crossed under him in the grass beneath a tree, taking breaks every now and then to feel one with the universe on such a pleasant morning. Maybe it was a sign he should spend more time outside as spending the hours trapped in his aunt’s house always made him feel even more like the prisoner that he already was.

Absently he turned back to his book just as the cry from the small child reached him. A girl, her broomstick already fallen to the ground where she had thrown it before turned towards him.

A razor green gaze shifted over the teacup girl as if to size her up, feeling somewhat surprised that he would be chosen as a playmate even at his age.

“Not really,” he said, shrug. “I don’t play with demanding little girls.”

He was about to leave it at that and return to his book, but something about the fire in her blue eyes caused by her sense of worldly injustice caught his attention.

“Instead I’ll tell you a story that is neither true nor untrue, if you ask me nicely.”


OTHER
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Elsewhere Accepted / Josephine "Hazel" Quinn || Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Hazel Quinn on 10/05/2018 at 02:01 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name || Josephine Hazel Quinn ("Hazel")

Gender || Female

Age || Ten (20 January, 1943)

Bloodline:
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib

Parents/Guardians: 
Andrew Quinn (Father - Deceased)
Jean Quinn (Mother - Deceased)
Alice Moore (Maternal Aunt - Current Guardian)

Residence:
The countryside, outside of London.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place?
None

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
None

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
None

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Hazel was always a bit of a wild girl, but her Auntie tells her that's only because she was born with a fire in her heart.

Hazel was born in a sleepy little town in Ireland, the kind where everyone had some kind of flower in the yard, and birds will sing you lullabies year round if you listen close enough. Some of her earliest memories involve walking around the lake with her father in the early morning, and sitting in the grass while her mother sewed in the evening, wind whispering through her hair. All of that changed when the fire happened. Hazel cried. 
They sent her to live with her Auntie when she was five years old. At first, Hazel hated the farm she now called home. Chickens ran about the yard, clucking as chickens will, and cows roamed the pastures in the distance. It was smelly, muddy, and worst of all, lonely. But with time, Hazel grew to love her new life. She ran through pastures with her hair flowing behind her, chased chickens with bare feet in the dirt, and rode horses up and down country roads. It was a solitary life, but goodness knows little Hazel had an imagination large enough to sustain her. This farm was her safe haven, her playground. At night, her Auntie would teach her how to sew, while telling her stories of daring women who went on grand adventures and defied all odds. It was these stories that created a spark in Hazel's young heart, while her Auntie watched it grow into a crackling flame, and Hazel grew up knowing that no labels would ever define her.

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:

It was a crisp summer day, the oppressive humidity surprisingly absent, and the sun smiled down on the world in a cheery way. It was the kind of day that reminded Hazel why she used to draw the sun with a smile.
Her Auntie was across the road at the grocery, buying milk or bread, though it didn't particularly matter. What mattered to Hazel was that she had an exciting total of about fifteen minutes to roam around this little playground, and "make friends," as her Auntie had said. In truth, both Alice and Hazel knew that making friends wasn't at the top of her bucket list, but the way the small child made a beeline for the swing set was enough to satisfy Alice. Hazel loved the swing, loved the way is made swishing sounds in her ears, and made her feel weightless in a way only a squeaky swing set could. This is where the child now sat, her blonde hair slipping from the neat bow at the base of her neck, her imagination wandering. . .
"You!"
The sudden sound of a human voice, closer than it had been before, startled Hazel out of her daydreaming, and she looked down at the little girl with a frown. Hazel had seen the child chasing three older boys earlier, but the scene had passed by her blankly, just a mild amusement among her imagination. But now that a pouting child was before her, she felt bad for the little one. Being lonely was never fun.
". . . Do you want to play?"
Hazel thought about it a moment, her head tilted to one side, her powder blue eyes narrowed. No, she really didn't want to play. She was more of a solitary creature by nature. But the little girl's pleading eyes won her over, and finally she smiled softly, breathing a laugh through her nose in a very Hazel-y way.
"Sure, what do you want to play?"

OTHER
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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Verona Dettlaff | Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 05/05/2018 at 21:30 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8151.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Verona Dettlaff | Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 05/05/2018 at 21:30 »
Accepted!
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