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Archived Applications / Tavish Cadwallader
« on: 11/08/2014 at 01:27 »


Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Tavish Cadwallader

Birthday: 4/25/1927

Hometown: Monmouthshire, Wales

Bloodline:
Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): 5th (1st) 4th (2nd) (where Tor ends up cause twinsies)

Biography:
The club was loud, the brass instruments ringing in his ears. He was too close to the stage. He didn't care. When he breathed in, the air was laced with cigarette smoke and it made his fingers itch. He'd smoked his last one yesterday and hadn't been able to acquire more from his cousin yet--  he knew Ars was around here somewhere, maybe he could winkle a drink out of him too.

If not, his Aunt would certainly get him one. It was her club after all.

At fifteen years old, Tavish Cadwallader was A Handful. The kind that wore grungy clothing and that you didn't want your daughter to hang out with because you were pretty sure he was bad news and probably lived with ruffians and thugs.

Only part of that was true.

Mervin and Luella raised their twins right. Yep, that's right-- twins. There was not one, but two Tavish Cadwalladers. Sort of. Where Tavish enjoyed the more chaotic things in life, Torin took a more responsible approach and was often called the good twin. It was a trait Tav was willing to look over though, because he loved the loser fiercely.

Their parents never faulted in raising their children with lots of love and support, and where Tavish was concerned, lots of sighs. It was just a phase, they'd tell themselves, he'll get over it when he's older.

...Right?


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

House Request: Gryffindor

Personality: In five words: mischievous, fearless, testy, loyal, proud. Mischievous in that he's always nosing his way into places or situations he shouldn't be in, stirring up trouble because he thinks it's fun, pushing other people's buttons to see what they do. Fearless, not in that he doesn't have any fears-- he has just as many of those as the next person-- but that he doesn't let those fears control him, or keep him from doing something he wants to do. Testy, because while normally cheerful and seemingly easy going, he can be hotheaded and worked into irritation quite easily. Loyal, especially to his family and anyone who proves themselves a trusty adversary. Proud, of what he knows he can do well, and of who he is as a rebel and a Cadwallader.

Appearance: Like Torin, only tattier and with more bruises.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.

They’d won. The last three years, Hufflepuff had held the title of Quidditch Champions (it was beyond him how exactly they’d done it), but this year— his team had finally done it!

In the Great Hall, his housemates roared with laughter as they recounted the various plays, the dives that had been taken, the wipeouts that had been gloriously gruesome, and the scoring shots that had been near misses.

They celebrated their victory loudly, slamming cups of pumpkin juice together with wide grins and bright eyes.

But apparently not everyone was happy.

Some Huffle at the nearby table tore himself away, storming off and out to the main hall. Tav lowered the cup he'd been drinking from and smirked; that wasn’t just any Hufflepuff, that was the Hufflepuff that had fumbled the Quaffle.

"I'll be right back," he told the boy next to him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and hurrying down between the tables. He’d just made it through the doorway, was just a few steps behind, when the boy rounded on him.

"WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"

"Woah, pal," Tavish grinned impishly as he came up and draped his arm over the boy's shoulders, clapping him on arm , "Relax! I just wanted to thank you. Really. We couldn’t have won this without you."

He looked the kid int he face and-- Oh. Was he crying? Leave it to the Huffles to get all whiney and emotional, "Aw. Cheer up, bucko. There’s always next year."



→ ABOUT YOU.

Previous Characters (if applicable): Lincoln Litchfeild, Able Sorley, Eugene Bryce, Helen Bryce...

How did you find us?: Angels.




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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Tavish Cadwallader | child
« on: 13/07/2014 at 19:35 »
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Elsewhere Accepted / Tavish Cadwallader | child
« on: 11/07/2014 at 06:49 »


E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Tavish Cadwallader

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Bloodline:
Pureblood /Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Mervin & Luella Cadwallader, currently not played.

Residence:
Monmouthshire, Wales

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Nope

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Lincoln Litchfield & co

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
The club was loud, the brass instruments ringing in his ears. He was too close to the stage. He didn't care. When he breathed in, the air was laced with cigarette smoke and it made his fingers itch. He'd smoked his last one yesterday and hadn't been able to acquire more from his cousin yet--  he knew Ars was around here somewhere, maybe he could winkle a drink out of him too.

If not, his Aunt would certainly get him one. It was her club after all.

At fifteen years old, Tavish Cadwallader was A Handful. The kind that wore grungy clothing and that you didn't want your daughter to hang out with because you were pretty sure he was bad news and probably lived with ruffians and thugs.

Only part of that was true.

Mervin and Luella raised their twins right. Yep, that's right-- twins. There was not one, but two Tavish Cadwalladers. Sort of. Where Tavish enjoyed the more chaotic things in life, Torin leaned more toward the goody-goody. It was a trait Tav was willing to look over though, because he loved the loser fiercely.

Their parents never faulted in raising their children with lots of love and support, and where Tavish was concerned, lots of sighs. It was just a phase, they'd tell themselves, he'll get over it when he's older.

...Right?

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:
Tavish leaned his whole weight against the rough bark of a tree. Its branches bounced and shook its leaves at him in the breeze, as if telling him to get off because it was rude to lean on strangers. The boy rest his head back into the trunk, bits of wood poking into his scalp as he watched a group of boys zipped by on their brooms.

That's what he needed. A new broom. Maybe he could bug mum to get him a new one for the school year or--

"You!...Do you want to play?"

"Excuse me?" the boy in the leather jacket raised an eyebrow, blinking in surprise at the squeaky voice. Tavish was not one to be bossed around, especially by little girls who could barely ride their tiny brooms.

But something about her reminded him of his little sister. Maybe it was the emotionally volatile way she barked at him, or the determination in the way she held herself. Whatever it may have been, he found himself actually grinning a bit.

"...Yeah, ok." Tavish replied after a moments thought, shrugging, "What ya wanna play?"

He hadn't anything better to do anyway.

OTHER
How did you find us? A beautiful darling woo’d me over

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