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Application for Beauxbatons Academy




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Roland Astor

Birthday: 11 June 1919

Hometown: Auvergne, France

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): 1e Annee, Te Annee


Biography:
The wind rustled through the threes and the leaves chimed as if a thousand muses had breathed life into them, making them come alive, each of them with a tone so spectacular -

A shattering noise caught his ears and Roland looked up from the paper, black ink seeping through the white as his eyes sought the culprit of the disturbance, finding nothing. Looking to his side he found his brother sitting beside him. Charles should be doing homework, but he was fidgeting with something instead of actually concentrating, and for a second their eyes met before Roland turned his own away. Had the look lasted for a little longer he knew one of them would have been bound to come up with some idea and they'd be out of their seats before any of them could finish.

It had always been that way, and maybe it always would. Responsibility was one part of being a big brother, and one that he often liked avoiding. Him and Charles had always been on the same level, always agreeing at the essentials.

He turned a page of his book, raven feather quill dipped carefully into his bottle of ink before he looked over the words.

Her eyes
like Diamonds
of deep set blue
Sapphires
twinkling like
far-away Stars


He always left his prose half finished like this. It was in need of continuation, obviously.

against a sky
of White Perfection
The skin of an angel
passing through
my World
on her way to Heaven


And he looked up, cathing the eyes of the blonde across the room, completely unexpected. His eyes darted away and a hand went automatically to his head, stroking through strands of dark, and he looked back up, but she'd turned away. He nudged his brother's arm lightly with a finger, giving a short nod in her direction. And maybe had he always been a romantic, something that was harder to hide from Charles than from anyone else - he'd long since given up, and besides, the girls found it intriguing, but his subjects of affection seemed to change on a weekly basis.

He could have said that nothing held true beauty. But he knew that it was the matter of who looked and how you were able to formulate yourself. And who you were able to trick.

Sometimes telling someone that no, their nose wasn't big and the dress didn't make them look fat was worth the snog. If you could charm your way into people's hearts then why struggle your way into them?

"Eat your vegetables, Pascale," he said, without looking at his sister. She was sitting at the other side of the table, eating her lunch, and she would never eat them, so Roland tended to humour himself with terrifying the girl with stories about all the nasty things that would happen to her if she didn't.

"Vegetables are necessary to kill the meat. Or the meat will grow into an animal that will claw its way out of your stomach." Usually these stories ended in tragic death. Although God will judge you for it, was also a classic. God saw everything, even little girls who didn't eat their vegetables.

But it had always been more about being someone than responsibility. He couldn't save his family, so he didn't try to. But he liked to shine and he did his best to do so, before friend and foe. Never had Roland Astor lacked creativity and always had he known how to use it, for better or for worse.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

Ecole Request: Humanities! (Prose)

Communaté Preference: Charlemagne.

Personality:
Roland likes being popular. He likes succeeding, so he surrounds himself with friends and keeps his grades up top, but in truth he isn't as practical as he pretends to be. However, he is extremely creative, and very good with words, and seems to be able to make people believe almost whatever he wants them to. That's his safety - Roland is good at telling stories, and he will tell them, no matter how true or untrue they really are. He's secretly a romantic and has quite a few feelings buried undearneath for those who'd care about digging them up. He's dreamy, but he likes to pretend he's not.

He dislikes people who doesn't like him, and he dislikes people who treats others badly, especially women. Or possibly only women, as men should be able to take care of themselves. Roland can be quite the gentleman, and appearance is important at all times (especially hair), although he can be snarky and hide sarcasm in his comments. He gets his way around, because he wants to. And when people simply doesn't believe his stories he just ignores them. Anything to avoid trouble. Everything to receive glory, to stay popular. Usually he acts confident, but you could ask yourself whether his lies reflects a more insecure inner life.

Appearance:
Roland is a writer of nature and this is reflected in his appearance. He does not have the stocky build of a sportsman or the graceful ways of a dancer. He's not particularly tall or particularly well built, but appears more like something in inbetween a poet and a business man. He is, however, quite goodlooking. And he knows it.


→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across this post on the site. Please as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions!

The dining hall was a loud, calamitous thing. Students sat scattered through the vast room, speaking various languages, laughing, and simply having a gay old time. A group of students towards the front of the hall sat huddled over a pile of sheet music. Black notes melted on to the off white parchment, splaying out a secret language, only readable to those who carried the gift. Another group sat watching a tall, thin upperclassman parading around her new ballet point shoes in awe. There seemed to be a group in the hall for everyone.

Everyone except Hilary, that is.

Poor Hilary stood soaking in the scene before her with a slight grimace on her face. Before coming to Beauxbatons, she had been overjoyed to begin studying magic, but now as she waded through her third week at the school, she felt lost in a sea of strangers. It wasn't that she was shy, no. Indeed, she even tried to reach out to some students. It was more that everyone seemed to already have their own clique, and Hilary felt so very unwelcome in all of them.

On her plate, she fidgeted with an assortment of vegetables and a delicate pork chop. That was the nice thing about Beauxbatons. Despite the many cold-shouldered students, the food was still incredible.

With a hefty sigh, Hilary strode into the dining hall. As she did, she let her mind wander to what life at the academy might be were she royalty. The students would bow at her feet! And of course she would only ever don the most elegant of robes, decorated in sequins, rhinestones, and laced with frills. All of the girls at the school would fawn over the level of grace she exhibited. Hilary would make wonderful royalty, yes that was certain.

Though, lost in her fantasy, Hilary failed to notice the leather bag lying at the center of the walkway. Failing to notice the bag in her path, naturally caused her to trip, spilling the contents of her plate all over the student sitting just beside the bag.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!"


Roland wasn't particularly impressed by anything at the moment. Except the food. The food was nice. And his company was good. And he didn't really have anything to complain about. Also, the view to the ballet girls was good, which was also a bonus. So why exactly he wasn't feeling great he didn't know.

"You know," he said, turning to his sidemate, smiling, continuing to chew his food for a moment as he pointed his fork in the direction of the ballet dancers.

"I heard Danielle Decroux had a run-in with professor Koren," he said, keeping his eyes fixed on the girl in question. "If you know what I mean," he added, and his eyes moved now to find those of his mate, a smirk on his lips. Whether this had or had not happened didn't particularly concern him. A good rumour was always fun, if you were only vary about putting them out in the right place. Especially those that were about yourself.

He didn't have the time to hear the response though, as an entire meat suddenly came flying into his lap. Roland froze, hands clutching knife and fork in mid-air, eyes to his chest and the food upon it, before his head rose slowly, his insides struggling with the anger that was trying to gather up.

And it was a glare that the girl received, at first, before his face broke in a pretended smile. There was nothing that he'd rather do than to return the treat, but he did not know who this was, and there was a possibility that he could work her into his pocket.

"That was an interesting introduction," he said, placing his cutlery on the table and getting up to offer the girl a seat beside him. Charles might have caught the sarcasm in his voice if he'd been around.

"Sit, and I will go get you another meal." He could laugh it off if he wanted to, or he could stay a gentleman. But he was covered in sauce and he could turn this - while he could use the opportunity to clean himself up he was also conscious that everybody liked the hero who offered the new girl a chance even when she'd made herself a complete failure.

And maybe that was exactly the kind of rumour that he'd like to see his sidemate spreading around.


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Pascale Astor

    (14/12/2012 at 00:37)
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THING 1,

Congratulations, your application to Beauxbatons Academy has been accepted.

Term begins 01 January 2013. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the Academy.


Regards,
BABY SIS.
To be or not to be is not a question of compromise.
Either you be or you don't be.

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