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Archived Applications / Brooklyn Jones Benítez
« on: 29/04/2018 at 19:24 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Brooklyn Jones Benítez

Birthday: October 24th, 1937

Hometown: Queens, New York

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): Fifth (preferred), Fourth

Biography:
Early July 1945
Queens Borough, New York City, New York
Flushing Meadows Park


“Hear Ye! Here Ye--”

”Brooooklynnnn,” a squeaky voice interrupted from underneath her, ”you’ve been hogging the crow’s nest for aaaagees.”

“I said, hush, peasant!” Brooklyn slashed downwards at Lil’ Carlos with her wooden sword, a gift from her father for her eighth birthday. “I’m the captain here and I get to do what I want!”

”No, you don’t! You’re just being bossy!”

”Yeah, you fat meanie!”


The chorus of complaints washed over her like a wave of misplaced displeasure. The dumb brats were clearly too dumb to realize she was their rightful leader. Who else would steer their ship to land? Benny? The third-grader couldn’t even steer his own feet properly, always knocking into stuff and blubbering apologies; their ship wouldn’t make it a day under his command.

“Silence!” She shrieked it. She was good at that, being loud and such.

Once she was sure all 4 pairs of eyes were focused on her, she continued: “How dare you guys betray me like this?! I’ve been your leader since the beginning! And I’ve been there for all of you!”

The girl whirled suddenly, swinging one leg over the side of the crow’s nest, and jumped down to the sand below. She charged at Carlito Munoz, or Lil' Carlos as they fondly called him, and swung her sword at him, the tip of the polished plastic stopping an inch before his nose. The boy squeaked.

“Remember when those fifth graders hung you by your undies on the first day of school? Who ruined her new skirt trying to get you down?”

Without letting him reply, her elbow drew in and jut out again as she jabbed him in the stomach. She turned to her right then, taking two lunging steps, and slashed at the backs of Danny’s legs. His twin, Benny, scurried beneath the ship’s dusty underbelly in the wake of her attack.

“And you two! When your parents were fighting a few weeks ago who snuck you into her home to sleep over, like, every night?!”

Danny had fallen to his knees dramatically, throwing one arm over his eyes as he crumpled to the sand. She took that as his submission and placed a steady foot on his back, hands balled triumphantly on her hips. Benny’s round face peeked out from beneath the ship nervously, eyes darting to his brother’s fallen form.

His voice was torn as he called out, torn between defending himself and his family’s pride and the threat of the girl’s mighty sword. ”Y-you, of course. Even though we didn’t nee—“

"AND YOU." Brooklyn had moved onto her final victim before he could finish. The latest newcomer to the group and a year older than all of them, José was arguably the greatest threat to Brooklyn’s reign because of his stature and mastery of the Multiplication Table. (She struggled with her 8’s occasionally.)

"Mister Josie—" The other boys snickered under their breaths at her purposeful blunder, “—I mean, José. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Unsurprisingly, he’d been the only one to not complain about her attitude. José was smart like that. He knew to bide his time, lie in wait like a snake, and strike if and only if the moment was right. He was their lead coordinator on pranks after all, while Brooklyn was always the one to carry them out.

”I say…” The boy looked over her shoulder at the other three, their subdued forms sprawled around the ship’s structure in various poses of defeat. The five of them knew how to make quite the scene. A knowing expression suddenly crossed the boy’s face and Brooklyn froze. She knew that expression well. It spoke of betrayal and comeuppance, of tides turning and an overthrowing in her near future. She sprang into action a moment too late.

”I say GET HER!”

The first water balloon hit her from behind, coating the back of her head and shirt in a cool liquid. She ducked in time to avoid the next two, but when José reached into his back pocket in front of her, she knew she was really in for it.

Brooklyn lashed out with her sword over and over again, and soon the attack turned into an all-out brawl.

Sometime later, the five of them lay soaked and worn out side-by-side in the sand. They watched as the sun dipped low into the horizon, knowing their time together was coming to an end. Carlos was the first to leave. Before he did, he turned towards Brooklyn with one last attempt: ”Hey, do you think I can be captain tomorrow?”

“Of course not.”

Unperturbed by her attitude, he shrugged, ”…worth a shot.”

The twins were the next to go, quickly followed by José.

Brooklyn, the last to leave as always, waited long after the boys were out of sight before gathering up her sword and meandering home.


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

House Request: Gryffindor (She was in Gryffindor before.)


→ RETURNING STUDENTS.
Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application): I posted in the Elsewhere Castle Dropouts thread earlier this month, see here: Levels Request. So my levels are all set!

Number of New Levels Requested: See above.

New Levels Request: See above.

How your character kept up with their studies: She was still at Hogwarts ICly. Ideally, she would've kept up with her studies by going to class and excelling on exams, but in reality....


→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Gardens as luxurious as the Castle's were a rarity where she was from. Prior to coming to Hogwarts, she'd never paid much mind to the creatures (—because, according to her Herbology Professor, plants had a mind of their own and therefore that made them living beings—) that lined her city's streets. They were normally dirty and mangled, having been trampled underfoot by the ever-present crowd of city-dwellers. She used to think they were ugly.

But as she sat with her back to the outer hedge that lined the garden, her toes buried within the rows of pink petunias, Brooklyn relaxed into herself with a sigh. The flowers weren't so bad when she could do this. She didn't like caring for them much, finding their stems a little too fragile for her brusque touch and their petals dramatic in the way that they withered away with a mere look.

She liked them when all she had to do was lie there...

"....where are you?"

...and rest.

(Luckily, the first wave of snot had just missed her head because, for as beautiful as it was, the garden would've turned into a massive mud-pile with the way she was itching to pummel the boy.)

"Oh! Oh." He shocked her in his abrasiveness and complete disregard for their peaceful surroundings.

(Nevermind that not a minute prior she'd been imagining dragging him rear-first through the pretty little daffodils to her left.)

"It's not polite, huh?! Well, it's not polite to stand there with all that...that...stuff on your face!"

She was flustered, she'd admit it, but her anger was justified. As was her disgust. Brooklyn absolutely hated anything having to do with boogers.


→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Lucille Hopland, et al.

How did you find us?: Google.

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Archived Applications / Brooklyn Jones Benítez
« on: 31/08/2017 at 19:32 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Brooklyn Jones Benítez

Birthday: October 24th, 1937

Hometown: Queens, New York

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): Third (preferred), Second

Biography:
Early July 1945
Queens Borough, New York City, New York
Flushing Meadows Park


“Hear Ye! Here Ye--”

”Brooooklynnnn,” a squeaky voice interrupted from underneath her, ”you’ve been hogging the crow’s nest for aaaagees.”

“I said, hush, peasant!” Brooklyn slashed downwards at Lil’ Carlos with her wooden sword, a gift from her father for her eighth birthday. “I’m the captain here and I get to do what I want!”

”No, you don’t! You’re just being bossy!”

”Yeah, you fat meanie!”


The chorus of complaints washed over her like a wave of misplaced displeasure. Clearly the dumb brats were too dumb to realize she was their rightful leader. Who else would steer their ship to land? Benny? The third-grader couldn’t even steer his own feet properly, always knocking into stuff and blubbering apologies; their ship wouldn’t make it a day under his command.

“Silence!” She shrieked it. She was good at that, being loud and commandeering as she’d once heard her father say.

Once she was sure all 4 pairs of eyes were focused on her, she continued: “How dare you guys betray me like this?! I’ve been your leader since day one! And I’ve been there for all of you!”

The girl whirled suddenly, swinging one leg over the side of the crow’s nest, and jumped down to the sand below. She charged at Carlito Munoz, or Lil’ Carlos as they fondly called him, and swung her sword at him, the tip of the polished plastic stopping an inch before his nose. The boy squeaked.

“Remember when those fifth graders hung you by your undies on the first day of school? Who ruined her new skirt trying to get you down?”

Without letting him reply, her elbow drew in and jut out again as she jabbed him in the stomach. She turned to her right then, taking two lunging steps, and slashed at the backs of Danny’s legs. His twin, Benny, scurried beneath the ship’s dusty underbelly in the wake of her attack.

“And you two! When your parents were fighting a few weeks ago, causing scenes in the streets and stuff, who snuck you into her home to sleep over, like, every night?!”

Danny had fallen to his knees dramatically, throwing one arm over his eyes as he crumpled to the sand. She took that as his submission and placed a steady foot on his back, hands balled triumphantly on her hips. Benny’s round face peaked out from beneath the ship nervously, eyes darting to his brother’s fallen form.

His voice was torn as he called out, torn between defending himself and his family’s pride and the threat of the girl’s mighty sword. ”Y-you, of course. Even though we didn’t nee—“

“AND YOU.” Brooklyn refused to let him finish, already moving on to her final victim. The latest newcomer to the group and a year older than all of them, José was arguably the greatest threat to Brooklyn’s reign because of his stature and mastery of the Multiplication Table. (She struggled with her 8’s occasionally.)

“Mister Josie—“ The other boys snickered under their breaths at her purposeful blunder, “—I mean, José. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Unsurprisingly, he’d been the only one to not complain with the rest of them at her attitude. José was smart like that. He knew to bide his time, lie in wait like a snake, and strike if and only if the moment was right. He was their lead coordinator on pranks after all, while Brooklyn was always the one to carry them out.

”I say…” The boy looked over her shoulder at the other three, their subdued forms sprawled around the ship’s structure in various poses of defeat. The five of them knew how to make quite the scene. A knowing expression suddenly crossed the boy’s face and Brooklyn froze. She knew that expression well. It spoke of betrayal and comeuppance, of tides turning and an overthrowing in her near future. She sprang into action a moment too late.

”I say GET HER!”

The first water balloon hit her from behind, coating the back of her head and shirt in a cool liquid. She ducked in time to avoid the next two, but when José reached into his back pocket in front of her, she knew she was really in for it.

Brooklyn lashed out with her sword over and over again, and soon the attack turned into an all-out brawl.

Sometime later, soaked and worn out, the five of them lay side-by-side in the sand. They watched as the sun dipped low into the horizon, knowing full well their time together was coming to an end.

”That was fun.”

“Shut up, Benny.” They all giggled because they knew she didn’t really mean it. They were close like that.

As Lil’ Carlos got up to make his way home, he turned towards Brooklyn with one last attempt, ”Hey, do you think I can be captain tomorrow?”

“Of course not.”

Unperturbed by her attitude, he shrugged. ”…worth a shot.”

The twins were the next to go, quickly followed by José.

Brooklyn, the last to leave as always, waited long after the boys were out of sight before gathering up her sword and meandering home.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request: Gryffindor

Personality: She's one tough cookie. As an only child, she's spoilt and dramatic, loves contradicting others just for the sake of saying "No, you're wrong!", and will do anything for a price. Nothing gives her more pleasure than getting all of the attention, so she constantly feels the need to put on a show. She's demanding, and she's blunt, unapologetically so, and has a fierce temper.

She has no concept of right and wrong. Whereas most kids might avoid situations where they're forced to choose the morally correct answer, Brooklyn will flip between options for the sake of seeing how far one can take her over the other. This is because she likes to test things, especially the people who are assigned to overseeing her well-being.

And that but why? phase most kids go through where they question everything? She's never grown out of that. She feels passionate about being ostracized and can't fathom the idea of loathing someone simply because of their skin color, or, rather, their bloodstatus. The only way she judges someone is through what they've proven they can and can't accomplish. She has heart, but most days she's not too sure how to show it.

Appearance: A mixture of Mexican and Cuban descent, Brooklyn's features of prominently hispanic. She has the delicate bone structure of the Aztecan Royalty her mother claims to be descended from, while her Cuban father attributes the rare combination of olive skin and freckles to his father's side of the family. But years of running and fighting and befriending primarily males has defined the rest of her body in ways her lineage could not. She's of average height for a girl, but on the heftier side for her age group. She's not singular in that she lacks the typical female vanity, for she can throw a mean right hook but God help whoever messes with her face.


→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Gardens as luxurious as the Castle's were a rarity where she was from. Prior to coming to Hogwarts, she'd never paid much mind to the creatures (—because, according to her Herbology Professor, plants had a mind of their own and therefore that made them living beings—) that lined her city's streets. They were normally dirty and mangled, having been trampled underfoot by the ever present crowd of city-dwellers. She used to think them ugly.

But as she sat with her back to the outer hedge which lined the garden, her toes buried within the rows of pink petunias, Brooklyn relaxed into herself with a sigh. The flowers weren't so bad when she could do this. She didn't like caring for them much, finding their stems a little too fragile for her brusque touch and their petals dramatic in the way they withered away with a mere look.

She liked them when all she had to do was lie there...

"....where are you?"

...and rest.

(Luckily, the first wave of snot had just missed her head; because, for as beautiful as it was, without a doubt the garden would've turned into a massive mud-pile with the way she was itching to pummel the boy.)

"Oh! Oh." He shocked her in his abrasiveness and complete disregard for their peaceful surroundings.

(Nevermind that, not a minute prior, she'd been imagining dragging him rear-first through the pretty little daffodils to her left.)

"It's not polite, huh? Well, it's not polite to stand there with all that...that...stuff on your face!?"

She was flustered, she'd admit it, but her anger was justified. As was her disgust. Brooklyn absolutely hated anything having to do with boogers.


→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Hoppy, et al.

How did you find us?: Google.

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Archived Applications / Brooklyn Jones Benítez
« on: 30/12/2016 at 22:48 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Brooklyn Jones Benítez

Birthday: October 24th, 1937

Hometown: ???

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring/Summoning

Year (pick two): First (preferred), Second

Biography:
Early July, 1945
Queens Borough, New York City, New York
Flushing Meadows Park


“Hear Ye! Here Ye--”

”Brooooklynnnn,” a squeaky voice interrupted from underneath her, ”you’ve been hogging the crow’s nest for aaaagees.”

“I said, hush, peasant!” Brooklyn slashed downwards at Lil’ Carlos with her wooden sword, a gift from her father for her eighth birthday. “I’m the captain here and I get to do what I want!”

”No you don’t! You’re just being bossy!”

”Yeah, you fat meanie!”

The chorus of complaints washed over her like a wave of misplaced displeasure. Clearly the dumb brats were too dumb to realize she was their rightful leader. Who else would steer their ship to land? Benny? The third-grader couldn’t even steer his own feet properly, always knocking into stuff and blubbering apologies; their ship wouldn’t make it a day under his command.

“Silence!” She shrieked it. She was good at that, being loud and commandeering as she’d once heard her father say.

Once she was sure all 4 pairs of eyes were focused on her, she continued: “How dare you guys betray me like this?! I’ve been your leader since day one! And I’ve been there for all of you!”

The girl whirled suddenly, swinging one leg over the side of the crow’s nest, and jumped down to the sand below. She charged at Carlito Munoz, or Lil’ Carlos as they fondly called him, and swung her sword at him, the tip of the polished plastic stopping an inch before his nose. The boy squeaked.

“Remember when those fifth graders hung you by your undies on the first day of school? Who ruined her new skirt trying to get you down?”

Without letting him reply, her elbow drew in and jut out again as she jabbed him in the stomach. She turned to her right then, taking two lunging steps, and slashed at the backs of Danny’s legs. His twin, Benny, scurried beneath the ship’s dusty underbelly in the wake of her attack.

“And you two! When your parents were fighting a few weeks ago, causing scenes in the streets and stuff, who snuck you into her home to sleep over, like, every night?!”

Danny had fallen to his knees dramatically, throwing one arm over his eyes as he crumpled to the sand. She took that as his submission and placed a steady foot on his back, hands balled triumphantly on her hips. Benny’s round face peaked out from beneath the ship nervously, eyes darting to his brother’s fallen form.

His voice was torn as he called out, torn between defending himself and his family’s pride and the threat of the girl’s mighty sword. ”Y-you, of course. Even though we didn’t nee—“

“AND YOU.” Brooklyn refused to let him finish, already moving on to her final victim. The latest newcomer to the group and a year older than all of them, José was arguably the greatest threat to Brooklyn’s reign because of his stature and mastery of the Multiplication Table. (She struggled with her 8’s occasionally.)

“Mister Josie—“ The other boys snickered under their breaths at her purposeful blunder, “—I mean, José. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Unsurprisingly, he’d been the only one to not complain with the rest of them at her attitude. José was smart like that. He knew to bide his time, lie in wait like a snake, and strike if and only if the moment was right. He was their lead coordinator on pranks after all, while Brooklyn was always the one to carry them out.

”I say…” The boy looked over her shoulder at the other three, their subdued forms sprawled around the ship’s structure in various poses of defeat. The five of them knew how to make quite the scene. A knowing expression suddenly crossed the boy’s face and Brooklyn froze. She knew that expression well. It spoke of betrayal and comeuppance, of tides turning and an overthrowing in her near future. She sprang into action a moment too late.

”I say GET HER!”

The first water balloon hit her from behind, coating the back of her head and shirt in a cool liquid. She ducked in time to avoid the next two, but when José reached into his back pocket in front of her, she knew she was really in for it.

Brooklyn lashed out with her sword over and over again, and soon the attack turned into an all-out brawl.

Sometime later, soaked and worn out, the five of them lay side-by-side in the sand. They watched as the sun dipped low into the horizon, knowing full well their time together was coming to an end.

”That was fun.”

“Shut up, Benny.” They all giggled because they knew she didn’t really mean it. They were close like that.

As Lil’ Carlos got up to make his way home, he turned towards Brooklyn with one last attempt, ”Hey, do you think I can be captain tomorrow?”

“Of course not.”

Unperturbed by her attitude, he shrugged. ”…worth a shot.”

The twins were the next to go, quickly followed by José.

Brooklyn, the last to leave as always, waited long after the boys were out of sight before gathering up her sword and meandering home.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request: Gryffindor

Personality: She's one tough cookie. As an only child, she's spoilt and dramatic, loves contradicting others just for the sake of saying "No, you're wrong!", and will do anything for a price. Nothing gives her more pleasure than getting all of the attention, so she constantly feels the need to put on a show. She's demanding, and she's blunt, unapologetically so, and has a fierce temper.

She has no concept of right and wrong. Whereas most kids might avoid situations where they're forced to choose the morally correct answer, Brooklyn will flip between options for the sake of seeing how far one can take her over the other. This is because she likes to test things, especially the people who are assigned to overseeing her well-being.

And that but why? phase most kids go through where they question everything? She's never grown out of that. She feels passionately about being ostracized and can't fathom the idea of loathing someone simply because of their skin color, or, rather, their bloodstatus. The only way she judges someone is through what they've proven they can and can't accomplish. She has heart, but most days she's not too sure how to show it.

Appearance: A mixture of Mexican and Cuban descent, Brooklyn's features of prominently hispanic. She has the delicate bone structure of the Aztecan Royalty her mother claims to be descended from, while her Cuban father attributes the rare combination of olive skin and freckles to his father's side of the family. But years of running and fighting and befriending primarily males has defined the rest of her body in ways her lineage could not. She's of average height for a girl, but on the heftier side for her age group. She's not singular in that she lacks the typical female vanity, for she can throw a mean right hook but God help whoever messes with her face.


→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

Gardens as luxurious as the Castle's were a rarity where she was from. Prior to coming to Hogwarts, she'd never paid much mind to the creatures (—because, according to her Herbology Professor, plants had a mind of their own and therefore made them living beings—) that lined her city's streets. They were normally dirty and mangled, having been trampled underfoot by the ever present crowd of city-dwellers. She used to think them ugly.

But as she sat with her back to the outer hedge which lined the garden, her toes buried within the rows of pink petunias, Brooklyn relaxed into herself with a sigh. The flowers weren't so bad when she could do this. She didn't like caring for them much, finding their stems a little too fragile for her brusque touch and their petals dramatic in the way they withered away with a mere look.

She liked them when all she had to do was lie there...

"....where are you?"

...and rest.

(Luckily, the first wave of snot had just missed her head; because as beautiful as it was, without a doubt the garden would've turned into a massive mud-pile with the way she was itching to pummel the boy.)

"Oh! Oh." He shocked her in his abrasiveness and complete disregard for their peaceful surroundings.

(Nevermind that, not a minute prior, she'd been imagining dragging him rear-first through the pretty little daffodils to her left.)

"It's not polite, huh? Well, it's not polite to stand there with all that...that...stuff on your face!?"

She was flustered, she'd admit it, but her anger was justified. As was her disgust. Brooklyn absolutely hated anything having to do with boogers.


→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Hoppy, et al.

How did you find us?: By sacrificing my soul (and free time) to Satan.

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