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Eiram Laton Baize

    (11/08/2013 at 17:26)
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Application for Beauxbatons Academy




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Name: Eiram Laton Baize

Birthday: April 9, 1926

Hometown: Basque, France

Bloodline:
Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two): 5e, 4e Année

Biography:
Born into a lower class Muggle family, Eiram lived in poverty for a majority of his childhood and adolescence. His biggest dreams consisted of finding a job that created enough income to help support his family. But when he received a letter explaining that he was meant for more, the family’s main concerns were tuition and losing Eiram’s help with work at home.

After much deliberation and arguing, the family conceded to send their son to Beauxbatons in tattered second hand robes and worn books with broken spines. Upon his arrival at the Academy, Eiram felt as if he stuck out like a sore thumb, a majority of the student population and his classmates made up the upper crust of the social classes. With his drab appearance, the young man kept to himself and did not open up to many people. His first year was spent in the library during most of his free time, quietly tucked away between the rows of books as he absorbed as much knowledge as possible. 


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Ecole Request:
Humanities (history)

Communaté Preference:
Renault

Personality:
Eiram is a quiet boy by nature, shy and almost unapproachable by his peers. Though he carries himself with an air of awkwardness, beneath the forced layer of protection lies a caring person who opens up once he is comfortable with others. In intimate, private settings Eiram is quick to make offhanded jokes with a soft voice that could easily go unheard.

Appearance:
Eiram had bleached blond locks that are naturally dark brown. He had opted for the almost white hair because the color reminded him of cleanliness and with his new start at Beauxbatons with a new life, he feels a change was in order to match his new life. Later, once he has come to terms with his position as a muggleborn and as a lower class member of society, his locks will slowly reflect that of his darker thoughts he keeps locked away.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
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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!"

The sound of the dining hall had become a distant buzz to Eiram as he silently stabbed at the pork on his plate. The food was always something he looked forward to daily, but the lonesome lunches could become tiring. Looking up without a word, his moss green gaze swept over the surrounding people and he felt even more alone as people only added to the cacophony with their chattering voices.

His scanning orbs paused on one group of people, mostly consisting of females, but the two boys in the center were bickering about something. Eiram could vaguely pick up one or two things that related back the Ancient Romans and he could almost smile. History had always been his strong suit, but social interactions were far from his specialty. A part of him wished that he could just reach out and talk to the other students, but he quickly averted his gaze when it felt like he was gawking and returned his attention to his food.

Mid bite, there was a sudden feeling of uncomfortably, sticky warmth rushing down his back and through his pale locks and he tensed immediately. Eiram was not sure it was on purpose or an accident, but it definitely was not a soothing sensation as his shirt began to stick to the skin on his back.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!”

The initial fear and anger that had seeped through the young man’s veins quickly dissipated as he looked over at the girl who genuinely sounded shocked over the current events. The silence hung between them for a moment before he stood slowly, grabbing his bag off the floor, the one that the girl had tripped over before he lowered his head slightly. “It’s fine...” he muttered hurriedly. The sudden pressures of a social interaction that drew the attention of his surrounding peers made him feel pressured and he gave the girl a forced smile. “Nothing a quick shower can’t fix.”

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Eirwen Medraut

    (13/08/2013 at 03:47)
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Mr Baize,

Congratulations, your application to Beauxbatons Academy has been accepted. Term begins 01 September, 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 School.


Regards,
Eirwen Medraut,
Secrétaire Des Admission & Conseiller


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