Student applications are open for the 1971-72 term!

Posts

This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.


Topics - Ember Harlow

Pages: [1]
1
Archived Applications / Ember Harlow [Receptionist]
« on: 23/03/2013 at 14:55 »

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Ember Harlow
Gender: Female
Age: 18

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, class of '38

Residence:
Perylyn Manor, Cheshire/London Apartment

Applying to be: (select one)
Receptionist

Department of choice: (select one, descriptions here)
Reception

Why did you request that particular department?
Ember doesn't have very many skills, but she's friendly, cheerful and good at smiling for long ours. She also enjoys helping people without caring too much if it hinders herself. Now she's graduate she wants to act more like an adult and what do adults do? Work. A job where she sits and does what she's told should be easy enough, hopefully.

Requested Magic Levels: (see here on how to do this)
  • Charms: 7
  • Transfiguration: 5
  • Divination: 9
  • Summoning: 5

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Sarah Ann Darcy

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
She still had nightmares about it sometimes.

Woken up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat by her own piercing screams. Every time she'd rush to her mothers room in the hope she'd be there, held in the arms of her father and she'd hear her as she opened the door and she'd give her that lopsided sleepy smile she usually did. The one she liked better than her awake smile, and she'd go 'Come on Embsy, hop in' , and she would.

But it doesn't happen, and it never will again and thats something she has come to accept.

The strange time warp had left her without a family and without an idea of what to do. She was so used to them just being there that she hadn't ever thought she'd need to think about the future until she was definitely sure. But it seemed nothing in life was straight forward.

The manor was too big, she didn't like it.

Her mother had always complained it was too small. Complained how this person had double the acres of land they had or had just organised a new extension to be added to their kitchen. Ember had never really cared how much money they had or what items they had because she preferred to be outside by the lake anyway. Something her mother despised.

She was too mucky, too wild, too … not ladylike and mother was constantly unhappy. Always asking her why she couldn't be more like her brother and sit inside and read insightful texts and learn important facts. But Xavier was boring and reading was boring and so she hadn't done it, much to her mothers dismay.

Ember wished she'd done it. Then she'd be smart like Xavier, then she'd know what to do now, then she'd be able to move on with her life after graduation instead of hauling herself up in the house all day and night.

If her father was here, he wouldn't have stood for her moping around. He would have called her into his study, like he always did when he had an important conversation to have. He would have sat her down on the red velvet chair, the one that was hers when they had their special chats and he would have told her that she was a strong independent woman. He would have told her she was smart, which she would have laughed at only for him to reassure her it was true, and he would have told her that you didn't get anything in life without a lot of hard work.

And Ember still remembered his words now, as she sat at the dining room table, the moonlight streaming in after having yet another bad dream. She couldn't go on like this, she had to do something, she had to get on with life. And so she made herself a plan.

She was selling the manor, and moving to London.


Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

"Coming through!"

The double doors burst open as the newly-minted Junior Healer shoved through, dodging the milling patients and staff and leaving behind a trail of parchment. The doors stayed open just long enough to allow a glimpse of the scene beyond - a riot of noise, colours and gesticulating arms - before closing again.

It was Archibald Forrester's first day on the job, and while his professors had warned him it could get hectic at St. Mungo's, he'd never imagined it'd be quite like this. Arms transfigured and somehow regrafted onto someone's head, an Auror coughing up rainbows after a dust-up with a gang of young hooligans in Knockturn, and oh - that patient up on the fourth floor that was running around telling people he was Merlin reborn. And that was just the cases that had come in in the last hour.

It had to be time for his shift to be over, right?

He gave up the lost bits of parchment as a lost cause and cast a frantic Tempus. One minute. Heaving a sigh of relief,  his eyes instantly began darting around to find a convenient on-duty person to hand his load over to. Shoes - bought at the nice medical suppliers and outfitters just down the street - squeaked on the floor as he weaved and skidded around corners, before finally stopping in front of the first figure he found.

"Here. Here are all the charts - the arms for the Transfig patient seem to be morphing into tentacles, and Healer Wilberforce says we need to operate now but needs a second opinion - the Auror's squad captain is outside demanding to know what's been keeping the treatment and uh - "

A few floors up, muffled thumping and howling could barely be heard, but Archie winced anyway.

"Right. Mr. Merlin's somehow gotten hold of a wand and now the entire psych wing believes in him too - for the love of all that's magical, take this, please!"

Roleplay Response:

"Coming through!"

Shouting.

Shouting always meant trouble and trouble always meant excitement. Ember quickly stood up from her place at the receptionist desk, patting down her skirt and realigning her elegantly tied mass of material at her neck. Her pointy heels nipped at her toes when she stood up, which was why she usually sat at her chair and only moved when absolutely necessary, but something was actually happening and Ember wanted the best possible position to see it.

The man, with papers flying wildly all over place yet surprisingly not dropping any, wasn't someone she had seen before. New people were always interesting because there was so much about them you didn't know. The man hurriedly passed through the doors that led to the wards and Ember huffed and began to pout.

She'd be told many times that she wasn't allowed through the doors and that stuffy woman that liked to patrol level one certainly wouldn't be happy if she caught her wandering around again and not at her post. "This is a hospital Miss Harlow, not a playground." Ember rang off in the woman's voice perfectly. Most days there wasn't much to do as the receptionist, or there was and she just didn't feel much like doing it.

This gave her much time to practise.

But, as she had said previously, she hadn't seen this man before and she didn't know him which meant he didn't know her.

Tottering out from behind her desk, she grabbed a nurses coat that had been given to her to deliver to level three a few hours ago and pulled her arms through it before slipping through the doors that she had been told not to go through to follow after the shouting man.

(She was going to get round to delivering it, she promised, but then she'd had lunch and several important phonecalls and she just hadn't had time. But it would get done, by the end of the day for sure.)

Her heels clipped loudly on the spotless tiles of the hospital and once or twice she was sure she was almost about to slip, the carpeted receptionist area offered the protection that the wards floors did not. And then the clipping of the mans fancy shoes stopped and he looked about the hall before turning to face her abruptly.

"Here." He shoved some papers at her and Ember awkwardly scrabbled to grab hold of every sheet whilst attempting to keep a professional manner about herself.

"Here are all the charts - the arms for the Transfig patient seem to be morphing into tentacles, and Healer Wilberforce says we need to operate now but needs a second opinion - the Auror's squad captain is outside demanding to know what's been keeping the treatment and uh - "

She fixed the man with an intense stare and nodded frequently for good measure. She had no idea what he was on about but she nodded anyway. Nodding was good, nodding was safe and if she looked like she knew what he was on about he wouldn't become suspicious and she wouldn't get caught.

"I … er-" Stuttering was bad, professional healers did not stutter. "Um, yes certainly. Not to worry, I'll handle it!"

"Right. Mr. Merlin's somehow gotten hold of a wand and now the entire psych wing believes in him too - for the love of all that's magical, take this, please!"

Mr Merlin, who was Mr Merlin? Should she know who he was?

"Mr Merlin.. I er-, yes got it!"

She placed her hands in the stolen nurses coats pocket and to her surprise pulled out a pen. Taking notes, that made you look smart, right? All the other students had done it at Hogwarts. Quickly she began to scribble some random words down in a blank corner of one of the papers.

"Don't worry Mr…" What was his name? "Sir, I'll make sure it's all under control."

And then she smiled, because she could do that and it would hopefully mask the rising panic in her stomach.



OTHER
How did you find us?
Google | TopSites | Recommendation | Facebook | Tumblr | Other




2
Archived Applications / Ember Harlow
« on: 29/11/2011 at 21:20 »

THE BASICS
Name: Ember Harlow.

Former Character's Name (if you had one): -


CHARACTER DETAILS
House Request: Ember is quite the open minded person and is rather partially to any of the houses. Though she has heard quite a few negative things from her parents about a ‘Slytherin’ house and since then has been a little worried about being sorted into said House. Though, if the worst came to the worst, Ember is sure she would find somehow to fit into and abide by the harsh rules of Slytherin.

Year: 
Fourth or Fifth Year though would prefer Fourth.


Bloodline:
Pureblood


Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration


Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Biography:

Cadmus Harlow was born to a wealthy pureblooded family who lived in the beautifully picturesque county of Cheshire. He was a clever man who strived for the best in order to make the family proud. Always one to pride himself upon intelligence and appearance Cadmus was the centre of every soiree and in a sense the belle of every ball. With his slick looks and naturally flowing charm there was no surprise when he attracted much female attention and he seemed to revel in it which was a flaw he had never dealt with and probably never would.

When it came for young Cadmus to be married he found his popularity with the ladies grew twofold but there was one young lady whom he had had his eye on for a while. She was quite and reserved but he found her soft, delicate features and above average intellect to be highly intriguing and he took to her immediately as she did to him. Her name was Isla Meriweld and though her family didn’t hold such great status in the Wizarding World and her weren’t the most wealthy or influential, Cadmus loved her all the same and still did. Ember had been told many times about the story of how her parents met and she believed it to be the most beautiful love story ever told, though she thought she may be a bit bias on the subject.

After 3 years of wonderful marriage Isla fell pregnant with her first child and was blessed with a baby boy whom they named Xavier Tobias Harlow. He was a quiet boy who kept to himself. He was anything any parent could ask for, intelligent, polite and neat but he was rather shy which meant he struggled to make friends. This didn't bother Xavier one bit as he'd much prefer to crawl into a secluded area of the library with his favourite book and snuggle up till tea time. Isla and Cadmus tried and tried to integrate Xavier in with the other kids but were never successful. Both were pleased however when he received near perfect grades at both O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts.

Ember Cordelia Harlow was born to the young couple 7 years later. She was a beautiful baby girl though most unexpected. The pair loved their daughter who always had a smile for everyone. Growing up, her parents soon realised that Ember was nothing like her brother Xavier. She was bright, bubbly and very chatty even with people whom she wasn't all too familiar with. Ember was a real girly girl and enjoyed hosting tea parties with her stuffed animals in the garden when friends were too busy to come and play.

Xavier intrigued Ember greatly and she was often found sitting with him and generally just spending time with him. When in his cheerier moods Xavier enjoyed reading to his little sister and attempting to teach her bits of knowledge here and there. Although close, Ember tended to rather irritate her older brother much of the time. Xavier tended to base all his thoughts on knowledge whereas Ember had a wide imagination which she occasionally let run wild and Xavier can't keep up with her. Having demolished his imagination long ago by inhaling too many 'Library fumes' as he would call them he could not understand the things his sister would discuss about magnificent unknown worlds. Although Ember described them thoroughly to him many times he would not accept their existence until he had stumbled upon it in a book.

Personality
Ember is an imaginative and friendly girl. Always the one to make the first move when initiating a friendship. Making friends just so happens to be one of her favourite things to do. She's really girly and enjoys creative work. She spends her time sewing her own clothes and customising pieces bought for her by her parents. Ember also enjoys reading, many of her favourite books come from the Victorian, Edwardian or Georgian era which shows in the clothes she wears. Ruffles, lace and pearl buttons adorn the floors of Ember's bedroom but she knows where everything is so she doesn't feel the need to tidy.

Although she is friendly Ember is easily intimidated in a crowd. She never had many friends and has always lived in a rather secluded and quiet area so is use to the sounds of the countryside. Ember also enjoys giving random gifts to her friends, she believes there is nothing more beautiful than the ability to make someone smile. This is what she basically lives for, the happiness of herself and others.

She seems cheerful at all times though underneath Ember worries quite a bit. She's always been a worrier and she isn't sure how to stop. She wishes she didn't care about the consequences of her actions and that she was spontaneous like some of her friends, like her best friend Eloise. Eloise always somehow persuades Ember to come along on her little adventures though Ember is left feeling worried as to whether what she is doing is right or not. She likes rules, rules makes her feel safe but she supposes everyone has to break a couple now and then. Just to keep the balance.

Appearance
Ember takes completely after her mother in her looks. She is very tall for her age standing at about 5"6 which she dislikes. She hates being the one to stand out in a crowd when she is trying to blend in and not draw attention to herself. Ember has fair skin without freckles which saddened Ember slightly as many of her friends have them and she has always want some 'sunshine sparkles' for herself. She also has medium length blonde hair which she curls into ringlets as she believes it frames her face nicely and brings out her blue eyes. Her eyes she believes are her best features and she enjoys finding blue type colours with which they match. So far there is the Perylyn Lake down the road from her home and the little hat on their statue swan kept outside their house of the same name as the lake. Ember also likes her smile as it is the thing that brings most happiness to people. She always says, you smile to warm the heart of the receiver which in turn warms your own.



SAMPLE ROLEPLAY

Option II:

“Oh, come now!"

Astrid Bixby’s voice carried down the corridor, the tall blonde girl not far behind. Her interviewer – or victim, depending on perspective – turned a corner and she frowned. They were always so elusive when she needed them. Sure, they would talk as if there was no tomorrow during class, but once she actually needed them to say something, they were nowhere to be found. Gryffindors.

Flustered, Astrid stopped in the middle of the corridor and stared, her parchment hanging limply from her hand. She was a good reporter, really, and she always did her best to make sure that everything she wrote was accurate. She glanced down to the quill, eyeing it with disdain. It wasn’t her fault if her quill misquoted. How was she supposed to know? It made for interesting articles, at least, and if she had misquoted the Head Boy last term as saying he had a love for stuffed animals, then that gave him personality. Astrid sighed.

A pout formed on her lips as she turned away, discouraged. The corridor was mercifully empty, though the doors to The Spellbound – the school newspaper – were ominously closed. Corbridge was a mercifully sweet editor, but Astrid was terrified of disappointing her all the same. She had to come back with quotes.
Her eyes, blue, trailed her surroundings before choosing a new path, and she turned down a new corridor. A figure was ahead, and her eyes lit up, an impossibly rosy smile blossoming across her lips.

“Hey!” Astrid called, her voice light and singsong. She trotted to catch the person, her shoes clicking on the stone floor. “Wait up! It’s for the paper!” Her legs aided her admittedly poor running, and Astrid gasped as she came closer. “What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

Sample Roleplay Response: The corridor was quiet, it reminded Ember of home and she liked it. Closing her eyes as she let her feet take her where she needed to go she could almost smell the crisp wet grass, dewy fresh from the morning sweep. Ember believed the Dew Fairies came round daily to paint the blades with little specks of dew ready for the new day. She'd tried many times to catch them out, but she never woke up in time. She suspected the fairies and their sleeping powders.

Her arms swept by her sides gently her eyes opening as she felt the sunlight streaming in from a nearby window upon her face. The sunshine always made everyone happy. Ember liked to compare herself to the sunshine. When the sunshine wasn't there, people were sad, waiting for it to come back and when it did it made people smile and be happy again. Ember liked the sun, it made things bright and more beautiful.

As she rounded the corner Ember heard footsteps behind her. The sound pattered along the hallways echoing around till it reached Ember's ears. A smile formed across her face as the sound took her back to Lake Perylyn. It was her favourite lake, her little piece of heaven. The way the water lapped at the shallow white sands where they met together as one, how it flowed almost rhythmically when it was disturbed by a stray leaf. The thought of lounging by the side of Lake Perylyn once again made Ember giddy, she absolutely loved it there.

“Wait up! It’s for the paper!”

Slowing down her pace so that the person struggling to keep up with her had a chance to catch up. Ember Stopped in the middle of the corridor and stepped to the side to allow any other people that may wish to travel down the corridor to pass before turning to face the person who had been wanting to talk to her.

“What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

Ember scrunched up her nose. She didn't like the sound of poor frogs having their legs cut off just to kill the hunger of someone else. She was pretty sure those frogs would much rather be swimming in a cool pond, kicking back on a lily pad to relax. Unless said frogs had signed an arrangement where they are open to having their legs chopped off and stir fried with a bit of onion then it was fine by Ember, but she was fairly sure that wouldn't be happening.

"Well, I personally believe the frogs deserve a little bit more respect than that. How would you like your legs being chopped off and fed to frogs for dinner?"

Ember hadn't meant to be rude, it was just the way the words had come out. She smiled pleasantly at the girl hoping she would understand what she'd meant and not take it the wrong way.



Optional: If you are new to our site, please let us know how you found us. Web Search, it was presented in such a lovely way and looked like a lovely community.

Pages: [1]