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Archived Applications / Re: Jeremy Monroe
« on: 16/04/2014 at 13:09 »
Thank you for clearing that up, Jeremy! About his birth year, being born in 1925 would make him about to enter his 6th year as we are currently starting the 1941-42 term. Is that what you are aiming for?

If you wish for him to have 4th year as his first choice, though, simply change his birth year to 1927 and we'll get you accepted straight away!

- Daniel Reed

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Archived Applications / Re: Jeremy Monroe
« on: 16/04/2014 at 12:48 »
Hello Jeremy and welcome to HS.net!

Your application  is looking off to a good start, but before we can accept you, there are just a few things I need you to address.

Firstly, this site takes place in the 1940, so Jeremy would not have been able to be born in 1999. In that connection, you might wish to read up on a recent event which affected the wizarding community - The Time Warp, an event where the entire magical community slid from 1974 to 1937 and left all the muggles behind. That means if any of Jeremy's family were muggles, he would have lost them in the Time Warp.

Furthermore, in your roleplay response you have Jeremy walk away. In that way it'd be very hard for Astrid to reply to you, if this had been a thread on the board. Maybe you could have Jeremy start to walk off, or maybe even wait for a reaction or reply from Astrid. After all, she might not be satisfied with his answer and ask him more questions!

Please address these things and we'll be happy to have another look at your application!

- Daniel Reed

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Archived Applications / Re: Mjolnira (Nara) Elipton
« on: 16/04/2014 at 12:23 »
Hello Mjolnira and welcome to HS.net!

Your application is looking off to a great start, but before we can accept it, there're just a few things I need you to address.

Firstly, we ask that your account consists of both your character's first and last name (Mjolnira Elipton) and any middle names if you wish to include those too. If you submit a helpdesk ticket here, we'll be happy to help you change it!

Secondly, you are mentioning that Mjolnira lives in USA. As USA in our universe has magical schools of their own, the natural thing for Mjolnira's parents would be to send her there. I'm curious to know why they would choose to send her to Hogwarts. Do they have family in England perhaps? Or are they thinking the academic standards are better there? Or something completely different?

Furthermore, you are hinting that Mjolnira is dangerous and could possibly hospitalize someone else. As Mjolnira is only a young girl, please keep our magical guidelines in mind when roleplaying. You might also wish to take a second look at our site rules and rating.

Lastly, you are also mentioning that Mjolnira colours her hair. In that connection, please keep in mind that we still ask our members to stick to natural colours and keep in mind that the site is set in the 1940s. Thank you!

If you could please address these things, we'll be happy to take another look at your application. Once again, welcome to the site!

- Daniel Reed

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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Zeus Lysander Ricardus (Done!)
« on: 09/04/2014 at 15:10 »
Congratulations, this application has been accepted!

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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Cal Hartt
« on: 09/04/2014 at 14:35 »
Congratulations, this application has been accepted!


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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Billie Dragomir
« on: 05/04/2014 at 02:08 »
Accepted and welcome back!

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Archived Applications / Daniel Marcus Reed - Application
« on: 28/07/2012 at 10:52 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Daniel Marcus Reed.

Birthday: March 22nd 1960.

Hometown: Cork, Ireland.

Bloodline: Halfblood.

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms.

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination.

Year (pick two): 4th (5th)

Biography:
Daniel Marcus Reed was born on a rainy March day in a small red brick house on the outskirts of London. He was the first born child of Jason and Rose Ciara Reed, and though space was not what they had most of, he was welcomed and much loved by his parents.
Rose had trained as a healer, but when Daniel was born she had to leave her position to take care of the baby. However, she continued to have a few regular patients in the neighbourhood and thus was able to carry on bringing in money to the family. Daniel was only a mere 2 weeks old when he accompanied his mother on her first patient visit.
Jason Reed was a carpenter, but when money was short he often took the odd job in the evenings working at the local gas station or driving a truck. He worked hard, but he didn’t mind as long as he could keep his family happy.
When Daniel was 3 years old, Alexander was born, and another three years later Arianna joined them, making life rather crowded in the red brick house. At times life was hard on the young family, but Jason and Rose never let that show to the children. They were kind and loving parents, who tried their best to bridge the gap between their two worlds, the magical and the non-magical world.

When Daniel was eight years old, things had changed. First Rose fell ill, and before two weeks had passed she died. Less than two years later, Jason was gone too. Some would count the three Reed children lucky that they had grandparents who had jumped right to the opportunity of giving them a new home, but sometimes Daniel wasn’t so sure. He was rebellious and defiant, and often his strong will clashed with that of his grandfather.

After Rose had died, Jason had moved the family away from London. For a while they had rented a small cottage near the coast, but after a few months they packed up and moved on. They moved several times over the next year. Sometimes they didn’t even get to unpack before it was time to move on again. It was hard to get work, and Daniel guessed that was the reason for the many moves, and he didn’t complain. He didn’t really care much. As long as he was with his family and had the freedom to roam around and explore, he was happy. His mom had always taught him at home, and when he had time, his dad continued that, though as time went by it became more and more frequent that it was up to Daniel himself to decide what was going to be the lesson of the day. As long as he had something to report in the evening, his dad seemed to be pleased, and didn’t seem to worry that young Daniel learned far more about local geography, different English dialects, motorbikes and Batman than about reading and mathematics.

And then one day Grandfather O’Reilly had shown up. They had been living in Liverpool for nearly two months, and the then ten year old Daniel had become quite accustomed to the place, the streets and the other kids living in the neighbourhood. He spent most of the afternoons hanging around the streets with a group of kids, most of whom were a year or two older than himself, while Alexander and Arie were being looked after at home by Old Emma, the lady they had rented the house from. Alex sometimes came with his older brother, but most of the time Daniel made sure the younger boy was safe at home. After all, the streets of Liverpool were not really the best playground for a seven year old. On this particular day it was nearly time for dinner when Daniel made his way back to the house. He had stayed out longer that he usually did, but for some reason he didn’t feel like going home. Thinking back, maybe he should have just stayed away. What happened when he came home that night was something he did his best to forget.

Later in the evening Grandfather O’Reilly, whom the children scarcely remembered from their mother’s funeral two years earlier, had taken them with him straight away. Now that their father was dead, they were to live with him and be raised to be proper O’Reillys. (Yeah right, there were no such things as halfblood O’Reillys…)

Living with Grandfather and Grandmother O’Reilly was very different to anything Daniel had ever experienced before. Firstly, they now lived in Ireland, and the small cottage was exchanged with a large estate. Suddenly there were dinner parties, neatly pressed clothes, a private tutor (who were not at all impressed by Daniel’s previous schooling), and lessons in fencing as well as riding. As Daniel soon came to learn, the O’Reillys were a wealthy and influential pureblood family, and as an O’Reilly through his mother’s side he was expected to behave accordingly. (Though, honestly, with a muggle for a father, what could one really expect…)
To free spirited and strong willed Daniel, that did not come easy, though. Daniel liked being outside and exploring the world with his hands and eyes and ears, but now it was expected, no, demanded, of him that he sat for several hours of the day in the small classroom studying with his tutor. And something he hated even more than being locked up inside was demands. Demands and rules. He fought it the best he knew, but to no avail. In his grandfather he met someone who was even more strong willed and stubborn than himself, and after a few months, he had to give in. At least for a bit. 

There was one thing Daniel loved at his new home, and that was the horses. He took to riding very quickly and became quite skilled. It might not be as cool as the motorbikes he had seen in Liverpool, but there was still something about the horses. When he was riding he was free. There was nothing to bind him or hold him back, he could go on forever galloping across the fields.

When Daniel was eleven, he got his letter to Hogwarts. However, his grandfather and tutor quickly decided that he was not ready to leave for Hogwarts yet, and instead it was arranged for the young boy to start at Eisenstab Hexengymnasium. The headmaster at the German and Luxembourgish school was an old friend of Mr O’Reilly, and arrangements were quickly made for Daniel to start the school accompanied by a special tutor, fluent in both English, German, French and Russian, as well as skilled in dealing with “obstinate children”. It is safe to say Daniel did not enjoy his time at Eisenstab.

After three years at Eisenstab Hexengymnasium it was time Daniel went to Hogwarts. His tutor was not at all impressed by him, but at least he knew the basics by now, and would not embarrass the O’Reillys too much. However, Daniel wouldn’t be surprised if his Grandfather had sent a special letter to the headmaster requesting special tutoring, no visits to the village, and most definitely – no riding on brooms.


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

House Request:
Gryffindor (Slytherin)

Personality:
Daniel is a rebellious, stubborn and defiant young lad. He wants to be in charge of his own life and to make his own decisions. He detests rules, is strong-willed and speaks before he thinks, which has often caused him trouble, especially with his grandfather.
Having lived part of his childhood on the streets around England has made him tough and a fighter, but it has also showed him parts of life and people which he would never see around his grandparents’ estate. It has made him grow up in some ways, but it has also seen him amazingly naïve and childish in others.

Daniel is loyal to his family and (few) friends. He would do anything to protect those he loves. However, he has learned the hard way that showing preference and love for something makes you weak and vulnerable, and therefore takes care not to show emotions to anyone. Though he does have a nasty habit of losing his temper.

Daniel doesn’t care about bloodlines. To him, people are who they are, and they should be judged on the way they act, not on their family or heritage.

Appearance:
Daniel is quite average. He is average height, has an average build, and has quite average looks. He easily blends in, except for when his temper blows.
He has blonde hair and blue/grey eyes and a seemingly permanent scowl on his face.


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

Option I:

Blimey, the Great Hall was packed. It seemed like everywhere a guy looked there was some clown waving around a House banner or yelling about the game.

'Can you believe it?' 'No way!' 'This must be the biggest upset in Hogwarts Quidditch history...'

Stupid Quidditch.

James flopped into an empty seat at the end of the table, shoved an empty plate out of the way, and let his head sink onto his crossed arms, squishing his freckled nose down flat against the tabletop. He wasn't sure why he'd even bothered to come here, since he definitely wasn't hungry. He'd probably never eat again, in fact. He didn't deserve to eat. He hadn't stopped in the locker room to change out of his muddy, sweaty uniform after the game either, because he was pretty sure he probably didn't deserve to be clean too; and anyway he couldn't stand to see the looks on his team mates' faces after he blew their chance at winning one of the biggest games they had ever played.

Just one lousy shot. That's all it would have taken. If he could have just got that one stupid foul shot to go through that one stupid hoop, they could have won and he wouldn't have been the biggest blockhead in the entire school.

As if to prove the point, half the people at the next table suddenly broke into a loud victory chant. James pressed his face further into his arms to hide the bright red blotches he could feel creeping up his cheeks. That was it. He was just going to have to run away and move to Nova Scotia. He'd just cost the three-year-in-a-row Champions the Quidditch Cup! How do you ever live that one down for crying out loud? He was only a second year and he was going to spend the rest of his life as 'that dumb cry-baby kid who dropped the Quaffle!'

It felt like every set of eyes in the room was boring into him, and James couldn't stand it anymore. He jerked himself back up from the table and stomped right back out of the Hall the same way he had come in. As he stormed into the quieter hallway outside, he could hear footsteps somewhere behind him. James rounded on the sound and began to shout, his brown eyes shining with tears. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"


Response:

Jumping down the stairs two at a time, Daniel glanced quickly around the hallway. It was empty just like he knew it would be. Everyone was at dinner, and soon he would be too.

There had just been a little something he had to do first. A slight delay in his schedule.

Schedule, hah! The 4th year was as much of a planner as a sodding circus boy. Except when it came to food.

Landing with a slight thump at the foot of the staircase Daniel yet again scowled about the inconvenience of meal times and the likes. Why was it he couldn’t just eat when he wanted to? Why did someone have to decide when he had to have his dinner? What if he was hungry at 3 o’clock instead? Letting out a slight huff, Daniel straightened his robes and proceeded towards the smell of dinner waiting for him. His stomach let out a low rumble as if to hurry him on. Not that he needed prompting. He was starving. He HAD been hungry at bloody 3 o’clock!   

Just as Daniel reached the Great Hall the doors swung open and a kid came rushing out. He looked a mess. Like something that had been dragged through the fields by the dogs. And the smell… worse than the horses back home. Well, not quite. Daniel shook his head. It wasn’t his concern, and he didn’t care. He took the last few steps towards the door, before glancing back at the Mess once more. Surely it wasn’t…?

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

Nope, definitely not cousin. He wouldn’t have been surprised though, Connor had quite the knack of getting himself dirty. He did, however, also have quite a bit more skill at keeping himself together than this kid.

“Stop shouting!” Daniel snapped at the younger boy in an attempt to stop the stream of words. “And pull yourself together for Merlin’s sake.”

It wasn’t that he had any wish to help the kid - Daniel didn’t volunteer to help strangers. He just ignored them, or if anything he’d snap at them or jeer. But this kid was embarrassing himself quite badly. More than what he had already done at the match.

Daniel shook his head and turned back towards the door to the Great Hall.

“And kid, go take a bloody shower.”


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Elsewhere Accepted / Daniel Marcus Reed
« on: 28/06/2012 at 14:16 »

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name:
Daniel Marcus Reed

Gender:
Male

Age:
14

Education: 
Three years at Eisenstab Hexengymnasium

Residence:
Cork, Ireland

Occupation:
Student

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (example St Mungo's, the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
No

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 4
  • Transfiguration: 3
  • Divination: 2
  • Summoning: 3
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:
Pm’ed to admin

Biography:
Daniel Marcus Reed was born on a rainy March day in a small red brick house on the outskirts of London. He was the first born child of Jason and Rose Ciara Reed, and though space was not what they had most of, he was welcomed and much loved by his parents.
Rose had trained as a healer, but when Daniel was born she had to leave her position to take care of the baby. However, she continued to have a few regular patients in the neighbourhood and thus was able to carry on bringing in money to the family. Daniel was only a mere 2 weeks old when he accompanied his mother on her first patient visit.
Jason Reed was a carpenter, but when money was short he often took the odd job in the evenings working at the local gas station or driving a truck. He worked hard, but he didn’t mind as long as he could keep his family happy.
When Daniel was 3 years old, Alexander was born, and another three years later Arianna joined them, making life rather crowded in the red brick house. At times life was hard on the young family, but Jason and Rose never let that show to the children. They were kind and loving parents, who tried their best to bridge the gap between their two worlds, the magical and the non-magical world.

When Daniel was eight years old, things had changed. First Rose fell ill, and before two weeks had passed she died. Less than two years later, Jason was gone too. Some would count the three Reed children lucky that they had grandparents who had jumped right to the opportunity of giving them a new home, but sometimes Daniel wasn’t so sure. He was rebellious and defiant, and often his strong will clashed with that of his grandfather.

After Rose had died, Jason had moved the family away from London. For a while they had rented a small cottage near the coast, but after a few months they packed up and moved on. They moved several times over the next year. Sometimes they didn’t even get to unpack before it was time to move on again. It was hard to get work, and Daniel guessed that was the reason for the many moves, and he didn’t complain. He didn’t really care much. As long as he was with his family and had the freedom to roam around and explore, he was happy. His mom had always taught him at home, and when he had time, his dad continued that, though as time went by it became more and more frequent that it was up to Daniel himself to decide what was going to be the lesson of the day. As long as he had something to report in the evening, his dad seemed to be pleased, and didn’t seem to worry that young Daniel learned far more about local geography, different English dialects, motorbikes and Batman than about reading and mathematics.

And then one day Grandfather O’Reilly had shown up. They had been living in Liverpool for nearly two months, and the then ten year old Daniel had become quite accustomed to the place, the streets and the other kids living in the neighbourhood. He spent most of the afternoons hanging around the streets with a group of kids, most of whom were a year or two older than himself, while Alexander and Arie were being looked after at home by Old Emma, the lady they had rented the house from. Alex sometimes came with his older brother, but most of the time Daniel made sure the younger boy was safe at home. After all, the streets of Liverpool were not really the best playground for a seven year old. On this particular day it was nearly time for dinner when Daniel made his way back to the house. He had stayed out longer that he usually did, but for some reason he didn’t feel like going home. Thinking back, maybe he should have just stayed away. What happened when he came home that night was something he did his best to forget.

Later in the evening Grandfather O’Reilly, whom the children scarcely remembered from their mother’s funeral two years earlier, had taken them with him straight away. Now that their father was dead, they were to live with him and be raised to be proper O’Reillys.

Living with Grandfather and Grandmother O’Reilly was very different to anything Daniel had ever experienced before. Firstly, they now lived in Ireland, and the small cottage was exchanged with a large estate. Suddenly there were dinner parties, neatly pressed clothes, a private tutor (who were not at all impressed by Daniel’s previous schooling), and lessons in fencing as well as riding. As Daniel soon came to learn, the O’Reillys were a wealthy and influential pureblood family, and as an O’Reilly through his mother’s side he was expected to behave accordingly.
To free spirited and strong willed Daniel, that did not come easy, though. Daniel liked being outside and exploring the world with his hands and eyes and ears, but now it was expected, no, demanded, of him that he sat for several hours of the day in the small classroom studying with his tutor. And something he hated even more than being locked up inside was demands. Demands and rules. He fought it the best he knew, but to no avail. In his grandfather he met someone who was even more strong willed and stubborn than himself, and after a few months, he had to give in. At least for a bit. 

There was one thing Daniel loved at his new home, and that was the horses. He took to riding very quickly and became quite skilled. It might not be as cool as the motorbikes he had seen in Liverpool, but there was still something about the horses. When he was riding he was free. There was nothing to bind him or hold him back, he could go on forever galloping across the fields.

When Daniel was eleven, he got his letter to Hogwarts. However, his grandfather and tutor quickly decided that he was not ready to leave for Hogwarts yet, and instead it was arranged for the young boy to start at Eisenstab Hexengymnasium. The headmaster at the German and Luxembourgish school was an old friend of Mr O’Reilly, and arrangements were quickly made for Daniel to start the school accompanied by a special tutor, fluent in both English, German, French and Russian, as well as skilled in dealing with “obstinate children”. It is safe to say Daniel did not enjoy his time at Eisenstab.

After three years at Eisenstab Hexengymnasium it was time Daniel went to Hogwarts. His tutor was not at all impressed by him, but at least he knew the basics by now, and would not embarrass the O’Reillys too much. However, Daniel wouldn’t be surprised if his Grandfather had sent a special letter to the headmaster requesting special tutoring, no visits to the village, and most definitely – no riding on brooms.
 



Roleplay Response:

Daniel let out an irritated sigh and leaned against the wall. They had been out all day and according to the rumblings in his stomach it was getting close to dinner time. At home dinner was always six o’clock sharp. If you were just five minutes late, too bad, then there was no dinner for you. Daniel knew that better than anyone else. But here, when he was out with Grandfather, things were different. Then dinner was when Grandfather decided it was dinner time, no matter if that meant five thirty or seven thirty. The young lad grumbled silently and shifted the weight from one leg to the other. He was bloody starving!
He was a growing boy. At 14 he was getting close to the same height as his grandfather, and he was not a small man. Daniel had always been well build and enjoyed physical activities and the outdoors, thus his body had become strong and healthy. It did, however, need quite a bit of fuel to keep going. What he wouldn’t do for a nice steak or bangers and mash right now! Daniel sighed and then pushed the thoughts of food out of his mind. He knew very well the consequences of disturbing his grandfather when he was busy. At the moment he was completely engrossed in a conversation with his friend, who owned the shop, and didn’t pay any attention to Daniel. For a moment Daniel considered slipping out quietly, even just a bit of fresh air would be great, but then he abandoned the idea. He didn’t feel like jeopardising his dinner tonight.

Creak.

Daniel turned around at the sound of the door opening. A young girl entered. He turned back and faced his grandfather. If new customers were in, hopefully that’d mean they could leave. He didn’t think they had business elsewhere today, so hopefully… 

“Stop that!” Daniel snapped and turned around to see who had been the one to grab his coat. Surely someone wouldn’t try to bloody pick his pocket inside the shop! 

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

The kid. Daniel raised an eyebrow and looked down. She was small. She was even younger than Arie, quite a bit younger, he thought. He looked around the shop, but no one else was there, besides his grandfather and the owner who didn’t seem to have noticed the young girl.

"He misses my and his mommy."

“Right,” Daniel looked down at the yellow fluff ball the kid was holding towards him. A puff-thingy. A purring puff-thingy.

“You are lost.” He stated the obvious, then looked back towards the shop owner. Still no reaction. He looked back at the girl and sighed. He was no good with kids. They were annoying and whiny and demanding. He didn’t like kids. Except Alex and Arie, of course. And this one was even younger than Arie. 

“It’s okay,” Daniel said in an attempt to keep the kid calm. And himself too. “We’ll get you and Sam… Sammy home. Just wait one moment and this nice shop owner will help you.” Surely he could call the police or something, Daniel knew he had a phone out the back, because it had rung earlier. But for now Mr Grey hadn’t even looked at the girl. Daniel sighed. He was not going to be this kid’s bloody babysitter or something! He turned and leaned back against the wall again. He would just stay here, nice and still, and hopefully the kid would go to Mr Grey instead. Why did she have to come to him of all people. It wasn’t that he looked very friendly, standing there with a scowl on his face.

As long as she didn’t start bloody crying!

The shock of the thought had Daniel paralysed for a moment, then he forced a smile on his face, and nodded at the kid. “Mr Grey will help you, don’t worry.”

“And I’m Daniel,” He added, trying his best to sound friendly. Bloody kid. If only Alex had been here. He was great with kids.



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