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Archived Applications / Daisy Kawaguchi Re-Application
« on: 18/04/2018 at 07:06 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Daisy Noriko Kawaguchi

Birthday: 8th July, 1938

Hometown: Westminster, London

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): 5th, 6th

Biography:
Takeshi Kawaguchi was born the fifth of seven sons in Kyoto of the Kansai region. That the Kawaguchi family should consist of so many young men was in many ways auspicious. The line had produced samurai and shogun alike, prospering most in the glory days of the Meiji Era. Since that time the family had endeavoured in far more peaceful pursuits, working their way as diplomats and in various forms of government.

It was this aspect of adopted statesmanship that would ultimately lead Takeshi to London, England. At eighteen years old the young Takeshi had not yet taken up a profession. His older brother Hiroyuki however, had followed the family tradition and recently acquired a new position in the Japanese Consulate of London. It was decided that Takeshi would follow him to England in the pursuit of further study, taking residence at King’s College in Strand.

It was fate that when Takeshi arrived on the doorstep of his new student digs the previous term had not yet finished. Alternative accommodation was required for the few weeks left until students had scarpered for their summer vacation. Hurriedly a replacement was sought, and it was through this misadventure that Takeshi came to take up placement in the family run lodge of Miss Shirley Thistlethwaite. At twenty years old she stood two years in front of the young Japanese man but she was kind, warm and enchanted by the foreigner that had arrived on their doorstep. Shirley too had come from a larger family - in her case a multitude of both brothers and sisters. Takeshi adapted to English life well, especially with Shirley acting as his teacher and guide, and for his part the young man was quiet, polite and generous. When he asked permission of Mr Thistlethwaite  to court her there were no objections. When he asked for her hand in marriage three months later he received a warm handshake.

Their first born was, in Kawaguchi tradition, a boy – named John for his English grandfather. Daisy would follow, albeit some years later and shortly before the outbreak of World War II. It would this event which would permanently alter the trajectory of the young Kawaguchi family. The Sino-Japanese war and British wariness of Japan’s increased military aggression had already begun to place pressure on the small Japanese community that existed within London. As war with Germany was declared, the Japanese Embassy actively encouraged its citizens to return home. Takeshi’s brother Hiroyuki and his Japanese wife would heed this advice, returning to the Kawaguchi’s roots on the island of Honshu. Takeshi however faced a greater dilemma. With his English wife and young children Takeshi had made his home. He chose to stay, sealing the family’s fate to the small, rainy, British Isles.

The war years would not be easy. Takeshi had taken up employment as a journalist, reporting on world news for an independent paper of the northern London burroughs. His employment however was ceased abruptly in 1940 due to apparent “staffing issues”. Though the family had experienced some prejudice with the general, mounting fear of foreigners, the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbour turned this to open hostility. Shirley suffered the suspicion and abuse of her neighbours, and Takeshi for a short time was even interned. Daisy perhaps escaped a great deal because of her age – her brother John however was not so lucky. The difficulty of that time, not to mention the horrors ultimately inflicted on Japan at the wars end, would leave a permanent mark on the Kawaguchi family.

Growing up, Daisy was no different to the other little girls her age. Takeshi and Shirley were united in the moulding of their children, instructing always the principles of good manners and obedience. It was perhaps for this reason that Daisy barely stood out at all amongst her peers. Apart from her looks (most strongly of Takeshi), quiet, studious and entirely non-confrontational Daisy was easily forgotten within a class. No one would have suspected that she was in fact quite different as strange things had occurred throughout her life. She would suddenly find herself at the bottom of the stairs, even though she could have sworn she had only walked halfway down. One moment she would be patting the neighbourhood cat and oddly it would start acquiring a blueish tinge before erupting into the colour of bright turquoise. Daisy could not ignore such bizarre happenings but neither did she seek to confide their occurrence to anyone else. John, perhaps from his childhood experiences, was at times a bully and Daisy had few friends she trusted enough to divulge such irrational things.

Her Hogwarts letter would explain it all. Takeshi and Shirley were naturally shocked, and initially entirely resistant to her attending such a place. Daisy however, could only feel a sense of relief and excitement. Ultimately her parents would relent, and the day she stepped onto the Hogwarts Express would remain one of the most memorable of her life.

Daisy would take to Hogwarts like a fish to water. While not overtly high achieving she was a diligent student. She made a few loose friends, though quite discreetly no one too close. A maintenance of social appearance was all she required. She discovered a natural aptitude for transfiguration, gobstones and wizards chess. She made some small contributions to Spellbound and participated briefly in dueling and quidditch. Ultimately however she kept largely to her work.

There is no doubt however that the quiet life that Daisy has been living is soon to change. She has increasing pressures on her from her muggleborn father to return home and fulfill the ‘normal’ expectations of a young woman. This is as far from Daisy’s hopes and dreams as you can get and ultimately, it is likely to cause significant tension in her life. The year will certainly be a year of growth for Daisy and perhaps it will be the time for her to finally step into her own.

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

House Request: Gryffindor as it’s where she was sorted previously.

Personality:
In her father's culture there is an expectation for women to be two things: mild mannered and obedient. Daisy, however, is a lion at heart. For much of her life has dutifully followed rules, regulations and expectations. However as she grows into womanhood, Daisy is starting to seek her own autonomy. Daisy is far from the meek little girl her family believe her to be and she is starting to push boundaries, albeit subtly, to find out how far she can go.  Recent pressures from her father are pushing this further and at a faster pace than Daisy herself would have expected. There are some suggestions that she should soon finish at Hogwarts, despite graduation, and return to the family home to work for the family business and ultimately settle down. Daisy, unsurprisingly, has no intentions to do so.

Part of Daisy’s independence comes from a deep desire to understand the world around her. Daisy is in a constant state of seeking and questioning. This understanding however is not necessarily aligned with empathy. She is less concerned with the feelings of her peers and more interested in how they think. At times she may appear arrogant, and in her worst moments utterly detached to the suffering of others. A good education in social graces has kept this less attractive aspect of Daisy’s personality somewhat under wraps, but as she extends out from her more traditional roots this is likely to come more to light.

Ultimately however, Daisy finds delight in difference. This makes her an unlikely but loyal friend to those that may find themselves somewhat isolated or on the social periphery. She is also starting to develop a strong sense of justice. This with her increasing boldness makes her a good ally for those she feels sided with.

Appearance:
 Daisy stands shorter than the majority of her peers and slight. She has long black hair, cut bluntly below the shoulders with a fringe skimming the top of her eyebrows. Her skin is pale with a few scattered freckles crossing the bridge of her nose. Eyes are dark brown. She has a small, light red birthmark the size of a coin on the right side of her neck just above the collarbone.


→ RETURNING STUDENTS.

Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application): Previous Application, 3rd Year

Number of New Levels Requested: +8

New Levels Request: C5D4T6S5

How your character kept up with their studies: During this time Daisy would have continued to attend class regularly. While she is not an outstanding student, should would be expected to have still maintained an average set of marks similar to the majority of her peers.

→ SAMPLE R
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.
OLEPLAY.

Option I:

The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.

A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.

The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.

Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.

Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.

If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.

Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.

"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.



“No. She’s most definitely not.”

The study session for her O.W.L.s had run later than expected. It was not surprising – group activities were typically disorganized and they probably lacked a secure leader to direct them all in their objectives. Daisy herself was perhaps not as committed as she should have been. She had not approached them herself but had been asked to join. With the loom of end of year exams before her she had figured what there was to lose.

Two hours apparently.

To be fair, she was frustrated. It was clear that should they be able to work better together the group would thrive. As it was, there were too many differeing opinions on what direction they should take, what they should study, how it should be presented. Daisy herself had spent the majority of time re-reading her, ultimately useless and non-productive. Now she was tired.

“What are you doing?”

She stepped out of the shadows to find herself in front of a small girl, recognizeable only from the crimson of her robes. Though Sorting ceremony had taken place only a few weeks ago, Daisy could not remember a single new face. She was not particularly invested in the younger children, had no aspirations towards prefectship or predisposition towards more motherly acts. The small girl, however, was clearly quite out of place. Daisy could almost hear the shivering of her knees.

→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): Hero Savage, Elspeth Battersea

How did you find us?: Google many years ago.

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Archived Applications / Daisy Kawaguchi
« on: 10/08/2017 at 13:57 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Daisy Noriko Kawaguchi

Birthday: 8th July, 1938

Hometown: Westminster, London

Bloodline:  Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): 3rd, 2nd

Biography:

Takeshi Kawaguchi was born the fifth of seven sons in Kyoto of the Kansai region. That the Kawaguchi family should consist of so many young men was in many ways auspicious. The line had produced samurai and shogun alike, prospering most in the glory days of the Meiji Era. Since that time the family had endeavoured in far more peaceful pursuits, working their way as diplomats and in various forms of government.

It was this aspect of adopted statesmanship that would ultimately lead Takeshi to London, England. At eighteen years old the young Takeshi had not yet taken up a profession. His older brother Hiroyuki however, had followed the family tradition and recently acquired a new position in the Japanese Consulate of London. It was decided that Takeshi would follow him to England in the pursuit of further study, taking residence at King’s College in Strand.

It was fate that when Takeshi arrived on the doorstep of his new student digs the previous term had not yet finished. Alternative accommodation was required for the few weeks left until students had scarpered for their summer vacation. Hurriedly a replacement was sought, and it was through this misadventure that Takeshi came to take up placement in the family run lodge of Miss Shirley Thistlethwaite. At twenty years old she stood two years in front of the young Japanese man but she was kind, warm and enchanted by the foreigner that had arrived on their doorstep. Shirley too had come from a larger family - in her case a multitude of both brothers and sisters. Takeshi adapted to English life well, especially with Shirley acting as his teacher and guide, and for his part the young man was quiet, polite and generous. When he asked permission of Mr Thistlethwaite  to court her there were no objections. When he asked for her hand in marriage three months later he received a warm handshake.

Their first born was, in Kawaguchi tradition, a boy – named John for his English grandfather. Daisy would follow, albeit some years later and shortly before the outbreak of World War II. It would this event which would permanently alter the trajectory of the young Kawaguchi family. The Sino-Japanese war and British wariness of Japan’s increased military aggression had already begun to place pressure on the small Japanese community that existed within London. As war with Germany was declared, the Japanese Embassy actively encouraged its citizens to return home. Takeshi’s brother Hiroyuki and his Japanese wife would heed this advice, returning to the Kawaguchi’s roots on the island of Honshu. Takeshi however faced a greater dilemma. With his English wife and young children Takeshi had made his home. He chose to stay, sealing the family’s fate to the small, rainy, British Isles.

The war years would not be easy. Takeshi had taken up employment as a journalist, reporting on world news for an independent paper of the northern London burroughs. His employment however was ceased abruptly in 1940 due to apparent “staffing issues”. Though the family had experienced some prejudice with the general, mounting fear of foreigners, the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbour turned this to open hostility. Shirley suffered the suspicion and abuse of her neighbours, and Takeshi for a short time was even interned. Daisy perhaps escaped a great deal because of her age – her brother John however was not so lucky. The difficulty of that time, not to mention the horrors ultimately inflicted on Japan at the wars end, would leave a permanent mark on the Kawaguchi family.

Growing up, Daisy was no different to the other little girls her age. Takeshi and Shirley were united in the moulding of their children, instructing always the principles of good manners and obedience. It was perhaps for this reason that Daisy barely stood out at all amongst her peers. Apart from her looks (most strongly of Takeshi), quiet, studious and entirely non-confrontational Daisy was easily forgotten within a class. No one would have suspected that she was in fact quite different as strange things had occurred throughout her life. She would suddenly find herself at the bottom of the stairs, even though she could have sworn she had only walked halfway down. One moment she would be patting the neighbourhood cat and oddly it would start acquiring a blueish tinge before erupting into the colour of bright turquoise. Daisy could not ignore such bizarre happenings but neither did she seek to confide their occurrence to anyone else. John, perhaps from his childhood experiences, was at times a bully and Daisy had few friends she trusted enough to divulge such irrational things.

Her Hogwarts letter would explain it all. Takeshi and Shirley were naturally shocked, and initially entirely resistant to her attending such a place. Daisy however, could only feel a sense of relief and excitement. Ultimately her parents would relent, and the day she stepped onto the Hogwarts Express would remain one of the most memorable of her life.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request: Sort me please!

Personality: In her father's culture there is an expectation for women to be two things: mild mannered and obedient. Daisy, however, is an explorer at heart. For much of her life has dutifully followed rules, regulations and expectations. However as she grows into adolescence, Daisy is starting to seek her own autonomy. Daisy is far from the meek little girl her family believe her to be and she is starting to push boundaries, albeit subtly, to find out how far she can go.

With this comes a deep desire to understand the world around her. Daisy is in a constant state of seeking and questioning. This understanding however is not necessarily aligned with empathy. She is less concerned with the feelings of her peers and more interested in how they think. At times she may appear arrogant, and in her worst moments utterly detached to the suffering of others. A good education in social graces has kept this less attractive aspect of Daisy’s personality somewhat under wraps, but as she extends out from her more traditional roots this is likely to come more to light.

Ultimately however, Daisy finds delight in difference. This makes her an unlikely but loyal friend to those that may find themselves somewhat isolated or on the social periphery. She is also starting to develop a strong sense of justice. This with her increasing boldness makes her a good ally for those she feels sided with.

Appearance: Slightly small for her age with long black hair, cut bluntly below the shoulders. Her skin is pale with a few scattered freckles crossing the bridge of her nose. Eyes are dark brown and usually staring.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."




Daisy had pretty much skipped breakfast that morning. The day was too glorious. She had paused at the breakfast table only long enough to pick a clementine and a slice of toast, the latter of which had been promptly consumed in a shower of dusty crumbs. The sun was shining, the birds were out, and Daisy was all too aware that her afternoon would be spent in the classroom.

Entirely satisfied, Daisy had perched herself on a small spread of lawn peaking between the flower beds. In her hands sat Ulysses – the Joyce, not the Homer – and lying on her belly, tongue between her teeth, Daisy eagerly peeled back the cover. It was a ridiculous pursuit for a thirteen year old girl, and perhaps she hoped to understand more of it than she actually did. Regardless, it was the odyssey for a reason, and Daisy wasn’t one to pass up a challenge.

Episode 2 had just peaked when Cyril Sargent himself arrived, destroying the flower beds in a swift, exacting rampage.

“You could get yourself a tissue.” Daisy merely replied, doing nothing to deny that she was indeed staring. The boy was a mess of mucus and dirt, weeping eyes and runny nose. Had Daisy been more unkind she might have laughed at the somewhat pathetic figure. Had she been more compassionate, she might have offered him the fresh handkerchief sitting tucked inside her pocket. Daisy, however, was neither of those things. For the moment, she was merely interested.

“Have you lost something?”

→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Hero Savage, Elspeth Battersea

How did you find us?: Google


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