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Archived Applications / Ignatius Mallory [Elsewhere -> Student]
« on: 01/12/2015 at 05:34 »
Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Lawrence Ignatius Mallory, goes by his middle name.
Birthday: 10/31/1931
Hometown: Rye, East Sussex
Bloodline: Muggleborn
Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration
Year (pick two): 5/6
Biography:
Mister and Misses Mallory were two muggles lucky enough to win the lottery in having an all-magical litter of children. They were surprised (to say the least) when it first happened, and if they were ever asked just exactly how they were never really able to give an answer because they were never really sure. But it started with their eldest, Russell, and when James popped up 7 years later they were wrong thinking the first magical baby had been a fluke. So when Ig—born one year after James—started showing signs of magical abilities as well, the two parents were well versed in what to do at that point.
However, on that odd night the Warp hit, the Mallorys were not spared from having their little family torn apart. It left Ig suddenly parentless at only six years of age, unsure of what was going on but thankful he had his brothers, and together the three of them survived. Orphanages started to become the new normal, and as time goes on Ig has started to realize the few memories of his parents he has left are just the stories Russ tells and retells the youngest brother on the numerous nights when Ig can’t sleep.
Now, at twelve, Ig has found a home as a Slytherin at Hogwarts. Being of the quiet variety of student, it had been hard to make friends right away… But that was fine. He’d always been a bit of a loner anyway. And even though Russ had left them for life as a soldier as soon as he had graduated, James was still around to steal the food off Ig’s plate. As long as the two of them stuck together, with Hogwarts to fill up the school year and camp to occupy their summers, they would never have to go back to that damned Children’s Home. They would be fine.
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House Request: Slytherin
Personality: Ig would be probably be classified as a generally unhappy camper; he sees things as half-empty rather than half-full, mulls over the dreadful, doesn't smile much. People would call him unhappy but truly he is apathetic, and doesn't care to put on a mask for others. He rolls with the punches, accepts and moves on; things Happen and he observes because there isn't much that Ig cares about-- except for his brothers. His brothers are the world to him, because they raised him, took care of him when the world threw them away, and it's with them that Ig generally shines the brightest. Panic attacks are regular occurrences, and insomnia plagues the youngest Mallory's every night, weighing him down, causing him to look and feel perpetually tired, maybe even a little slow moving/thinking as if contemplating the heaviest idea. When he can't sleep he reads whatever he can pick up, which has led him to become rather intelligent. He craves knowing more and being more than what people think he his capable of-- not that he cares, of course.
Appearance: Thin, lanky, almost-sickly looking scarecrow boy.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
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It was another one of those evenings where he just felt restless. He'd paced the path from dorm door to bathroom at least thirty-five times. When that ended up not being enough, he paced the hallway with all of the dorms, from the seventh years to the common room forty-eight times. Realizing that that wasn't going to be good enough either, he took to the hallways; maybe losing himself among the widing stone walls would keep his mind occupied enough.
And then he heard something. A voice.
"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"
The words echoed down the hall he'd just turned into, from a shadow he could just see more darkly than the others, and he stopped in his tracks. Ig had been thirteen when It had happened-- when Emma Birch had been killed. He hadn't really known the older girl, but... His head tilted slightly and he took a tentative step forward.
If Ig'd been more mischievous, if he had been James or maybe Kennedy or Clinton, he would have taken the opportunity to give off a wailing noise and pretend to be the girl's ghost.... because surely that was what this living being was looking for. He was not, however, that mischievous, and he could already hear Kennedy's exasperated sigh at his misuse of a perfect prank opportunity.
"You're looking in the wrong place," Ig observed as he continued his walk up to a young girl. His hands shoved deep in his pockets, he looked at her simply, not mocking or denying her inquisition because it was perfectly logical that one would start their search where she'd have a strong connection, "She died in Ravenclaw tower, where the old Transfiguartion classroom used to be. You'd might have better luck there."
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