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VivCoriander:

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Viv Coriander
Gender: who knows? she/her pronouns though
Age: 17
Blood Status: pureblood, but near-Squib

Education:
Hogwarts, but dropped out.

Residence:
A little creaky attic in Hogsmeade.

Occupation
Unsure yet. She's kind of a delinquent.

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?
I might! We'll see how the rp goes.

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Exceptional Levels special request form here.

* Charms: 1
* Divination: 0
* Transfiguration: 0
* Summoning: 0Do 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:
None: I'm new!

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Watch your step: Viv Coriander is all sharp lines and odd angles. The daughter of a pair of particularly adept pureblood witches, Viv grew up surrounded by expectations, dinner parties, and forced magic lessons from the age of three. As an infant, her uncontrolled magic seemed prodigious— but as she grew, it faded away more and more. By the time she was eleven, Viv could barely make a flower bloom.

Her parents refused to accept her disability, and their connections assured her a spot in Hogwarts. They hoped she would carry on the family legacy of Ravenclaw membership and exceptional skill. When she attended, however, Viv found nothing but humiliation. She backfired charms, burned potions, and failed incantations. Her lack of talent made her an easy target for humiliation and jinxes. She skipped class more often than she attended.
When Viv dropped out of Hogwarts in her second year, it was clear her magic had faded, and it wasn’t coming back.

One good thing came of her education: she met Max Corner. The two became inseparable, and to this day, they operate more as a duo than individually. Max is Viv’s best friend and platonic lifeline. They do everything together. She doesn’t always understand him, as her privileged background is isolated from her Muggleborn friend’s, but she does her best to uplift and support him— and ask lots of questions about Muggles, of course.

Today, Viv lives in a crumpled attic in Hogsmeade. She loves Muggles and has a particular fascination with their culture, stealing clothes off clotheslines and collecting odds and ends from antique shops. She’s bitter and disdainful towards the Wizarding World and its prejudice. She doesn’t answer owls from her parents. Viv’s used to fending off the recommended slug baths, healing charms, and steady practice– she knows a cure isn’t possible.

What she’s more concerned about is finding a life.

 

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Viv blinked, coated in a layer of glittering tinsel. She appraised herself for a moment— the brightly mismatched muggle clothes under worn robes, the strands of red and gold slowly fluttering around her. It looked as though she’d been eaten by a small carnival.

“Not bad,” she said. “Though it’s a little festive for a Monday morning.”

She brushed the tinsel off and straightened Joshua’s boxes.

“Try and keep yourself together, old man,” she said, glancing around at the swarms of passerby going about their business in Diagon Alley.

With a nod, Viv moved past him and plopped down on a bench nearby. She rubbed her hands together, cursing the cold, and settled down to wait.


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Marina Lamont:
Hi Viv and welcome to the site!

I love your app and can't wait to see how Viv makes her way through our magical world. However, there is one small detail to fix in your roleplay sample. At the very end, you have Viv walk away fromt he interaction. We prefer that you treat these samples the same way you would treat a thread, leaving the door open for a hypothetical Joshua to respond. By leaving immediately, there is no room for interaction between the characters. This can be fixed by merely removing the last few sentences of your sample.

Once you have done so, please respond to this thread with your entire revised application and we'll be happy to give it another look!

Don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions.

VivCoriander:

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Viv Coriander
Gender: who knows? she/her pronouns tho
Age: 17
Blood Status: pureblood

Education:
Hogwarts (dropped out)

Residence:
a tiny, cramped attic in Hogsmeade

Occupation
Unemployed mess

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?
Nope!.

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Exceptional Levels special request form here.

* Charms: 1
* Divination: 0
* Transfiguration: 0.
* Summoning: 0Do 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:
none! I'm new

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Watch your step: Viv Coriander is all sharp lines and odd angles. The daughter of a pair of particularly adept pureblood witches, Viv grew up surrounded by expectations, dinner parties, and forced magic lessons from the age of three. As an infant, her uncontrolled magic seemed prodigious— but as she grew, it faded away more and more. By the time she was eleven, Viv could barely make a flower bloom.

Her parents refused to accept her disability, and their connections assured her a spot in Hogwarts. They hoped she would carry on the family legacy of Ravenclaw membership and exceptional skill. When she attended, however, Viv found nothing but humiliation. She backfired charms, burned potions, and failed incantations. Her lack of talent made her an easy target for humiliation and jinxes. She skipped class more often than she attended.
When Viv dropped out of Hogwarts in her second year, it was clear her magic had faded, and it wasn’t coming back.

One good thing came of her education: she met Max Corner. The two became inseparable, and to this day, they operate more as a duo than individually. Max is Viv’s best friend and platonic lifeline. They do everything together. She doesn’t always understand him, as her privileged background is isolated from her Muggleborn friend’s, but she does her best to uplift and support him— and ask lots of questions about Muggles, of course.

Today, Viv lives in a crumpled attic in Hogsmeade. She loves Muggles and has a particular fascination with their culture, stealing clothes off clotheslines and collecting odds and ends from antique shops. She’s bitter and disdainful towards the Wizarding World and its prejudice. She doesn’t answer owls from her parents. Viv’s used to fending off the recommended slug baths, healing charms, and steady practice– she knows a cure isn’t possible.

What she’s more concerned about is finding a life.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Viv blinked, coated in a layer of glittering tinsel. She appraised herself for a moment— the brightly mismatched muggle clothes under worn robes, the strands of red and gold slowly fluttering around her. It looked as though she’d been eaten by a small carnival.

“Not bad,” she said. “Though it’s a little festive for a Monday morning.”

She brushed the tinsel off and straightened Joshua’s boxes.

“Try and keep yourself together, old man,” she said, glancing around at the swarms of passerby going about their business in Diagon Alley.

Viv moved past him and plopped down on a bench nearby. She rubbed her hands together and raised an eyebrow at him, gesturing to the space next to her in a 'come sit' motion.

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