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Elsewhere Accepted / L.O.C.K Elsewhere child
« on: 18/04/2015 at 07:21 »

Character Name: Lucan Osiris Calvin Kennedy

Gender: Male

Age: 11


Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Arthur and Isgraine Kennedy
Durmstrang Institute/London

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Attending Durmstrang Institute

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I would like to be approved as a sibling of the character Galahad Percival Kennedy

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Galahad Percival Kennedy

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
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Unlike his twin brother Galahad,  Lucan was born with perfectly normal brown hair, unfortunately however there were several other problems with young Lucan.  Lucan followed his parents ardent beliefs that purebloods reigned supreme over all those stupid mudbloods.  Growing up Lucan was described by his teachers as extremely charismatic, but at the same time cold and emotionless, he could inspire people to do whatever he wanted, but he hardly ever cared about him. His parents saw that Lucan lacked any sense of ,  empathy, guilt or even  much fear, however unlike sane parents they thought that all of this was quite wonderful. While Galahad was shunned by the family and Elizabeth only treated with mild disdain Lucan was the prodigal son, if Lucan ever needed anything he would get it, ever the privileged son.  When his parents had gotten word that Galahad had been admitted to hogwarts, they at sent Lucan to the Durmstrang institute where he had done quite well for himself.  Lucan Excelled in Transfigurations class and in learning the Dark Arts, he was glad that this school didn't have Hogwart's stuffy policy not not teaching the Dark Arts to students. However when it came to things like Astronomy and Divination,  Lucan didn't especially care because it didn't involve injuring something. Lucan had a mental issue that scientists at the time referred to as psychopathy,  however since it had only been recently discovered Lucan had yet to receive any official diagnosis.

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:

Lucan began to laugh almost maniacally, "you want to play with me little girl" he said with an almost psychotic glee "I don't think you'd be able handle it." He began advancing towards the girl twirling his mahogany 12 inch thestral hair wand around in a circle "You seem like such a sweet girl, I doubt you'd be ready for the darkness that I have" he said taunting her with uses of reverse psychology.  Next he began to mirror her movements to make the girl think she liked him,  it was something that Lucan had learned from his experience in manipulating people. 

Lucan didn't particularly care much about the girl, what he wanted was someone on whom he could exercise control, someone who would praise his greatness and do his bidding. "I'm going to look for a snake" said Lucan "come with me if you think you can handle it". Lucan was looking for a snake for a reason, he wanted to know whether or not he was a parselmouth,  if he succeeded then he would know he was a true heir to Slytherin, if not then he could watch the girl getting attacked by a snake. 

Archived Applications / Hogwarts Student Application
« on: 13/04/2015 at 02:59 »
Name: Galahad Percival Kennedy

Birthday: May 29th 1933

Hometown: London, England

Blood type: O-

Magical Strength (pick one):Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination
Year (pick two): First or Second

If you are applying to be a first, second, or third year, your biography must be at least one hundred words long.
If you are applying to be a fourth year or above, your biography must be at least three hundred words long.

Born to a family of pure blood supremacists Galahad was often shunned by his Family for his views on treating everyone equally. Galahad didn't have many friends growing up, as his family tended to only associate with other families with Similar beliefs. Relegated to attic Galahad read many stories about brave heroes slaying dragons and saving the world, he vowed that one day he would do the same.  As a child he would often get into fights, coming home with several scrapes, bruises and cuts that he would treat himself.  The reason for all of these fights, was that Galahad could never stand it when someone else was being picked on, whether they were a muggle, a squib or a pure-blood, Galahad didn't care. All these fights, combined with his poor family situation and martial arts training lead to the boy becoming decently tough. The only person who ever accepted Galahad was his Uncle James Fitzgerald who was equally shunned by the family for having married a "mud-blood". The year before Galahad was supposed to go to Hogwarts issues with his family reached a fever point, his parents disowned the 11 year old child and kicked him unceremoniously out of the house. After one year of living at his Uncle's home in London Galahad received a letter with his invitation to go to Hogwarts.  James and Galahad went and picked up a 12 inch wand, made of Australian bull oak, with a core of Thestral hair, a regular barn owl who Galahad named Lancelot and the rest of his supplies. Now with all his supplies in hand, he was ready to go to Hogwarts.

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

House Request: Gryfindor

Tell us a bit about your character’s personality (likes, dislikes, fears, etc.) What are they like on a good day versus a bad one? Is your character particularly cheerful? Do they hate sunlight?

His myers briggs type is INTJ, Galahad is a quiet boy who doesn't speak very much, but when he does speak it says volumes.  Often considered aloof, prickly and antisocial has never really had any friends, Galahad is often misunderstood as a misanthrope. However nothing could be farther from the truth, Galahad wants nothing more than to make friends, and those he cares about he shows an undying loyalty(to the point that if he were put in a situation where in order to save  his friends life, he would have to sacrifice is own, he'd do it without a seconds hesitation). It takes quite a bit to make Galahad angry, but we he is angry it's often quite difficult to tell, he enters into what could almost be called a tranquil fury.  Due to his rocky relationship with his parents Galahad has a rough relationship with figures of absolute authority. As a result he often breaks rules and talks back to his teachers. While he is a rebel and a rule-breaker, that doesn't stop Galahad from being a gentleman. The differences between whether he is happy or unhappy are as follows: When he's happy he's more social and outgoing, and helpful. When he's unhappy he is either brooding over a book by Nietzsche (when he's sad) or doing whatever it takes to get justice against the person that made the mistake of making him angry ( a very difficult task). 

Winston Churchill,  King George VI and his speeches, his aunt, uncle and cousins.
Classical Music, Bing Crosby, Frank sinatra
Steak, Burgers, Italian food, fish and chips, Irish food, haggis


Authority figures, pure-blood extremists, racism, the Nazis, Adolf Hitler, Benito Mussolini, his parents
Jazz, opera, country music, blues and folk music

Food: Catfish, eggplant, grilled chicken, Middle eastern food, Indian food

Fears: Becoming like his parents, becoming a tyrant, being placed under absolute power, heights, attractive women/girls and Dragons

Briefly describe your character's appearance (hair color, build, stature, etc.) What effect does it have on their personality? For example, does the shy Ravenclaw girl secretly dye her hair black because she hates her natural blonde? Does the curly-haired Gryffindor use charms to hide his freckles?

A tall young boy, physically fit with short unnaturally white hair and bright blue eyes. He  walks with an almost elegant stature, to the point where if a book was placed upon his head, it would not drop. His unnatural white hair and above mentioned belief in equality earned him the enmity of bullies everywhere, resulting in a majority of the fights he was in.

Accent:  a blend of Estuary English and Posh English (for examples you can listen to either Matt smith or Gary Oldman as George Smiley)

Patronus (he doesn't have one yet but when he does it will probably look like a Gray wolf)

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 James' or Astrid's.

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!"

"Why do we fall?" asked Galahad rhetorically "So we can pick ourselves back up" He said continuing with his statement. "You claim that loosing is bad, but I disagree, there are a thousand lessons that can be learned from failure but only one that can be learned from success. Take your new found knowledge and use it to become better than you were when you failed in the first place".  Galahad looked James in his tearful eyes "We are members of house Gryfindor, and we display ourselves with pride" he said  "You may have lost against those pure-blood fanatics this time, but next time we'll make damned sure that we will pound them so hard into the dirt that they won't know what hit them". All of this was rather odd for Galahad was was often a quiet boy who rarely spoke, but the sight of his comrade in tears called him to action. While he preferred not to lead or be in charge, when the need arose for him to be rally the troops Galahad had a gut feeling to go on and do it.

Option 2:

“Oh, come now!"

Astrid Bixby’s voice carried down the corridor, the tall blonde girl not far behind. Her interviewee – or victim, depending on perspective – turned a corner and she frowned. They were always soelusive when she needed them. Sure, they would talk as if there was no tomorrow during class, but once she actually needed them to say something, they were nowhere to be found. Gryffindors.

Flustered, Astrid stopped in the middle of the corridor and stared, her parchment hanging limply from her hand. She was a good reporter, really, and she always did her best to make sure that everything she wrote was accurate. She glanced down to the quill, eyeing it with disdain. It wasn’t her fault if her quill misquoted. How was she supposed to know? It made for interesting articles, at least, and if she had misquoted the Head Boy last term as saying he had a love for stuffed animals, then that gave him personality. Astrid sighed.

A pout formed on her lips as she turned away, discouraged. The corridor was mercifully empty, though the doors to The Spellbound – the school newspaper – were ominously closed. Corbridge was a mercifully sweet editor, but Astrid was terrified of disappointing her all the same. She hadto come back with quotes.
Her eyes, blue, trailed her surroundings before choosing a new path, and she turned down a new corridor. A figure was ahead, and her eyes lit up, an impossibly rosy smile blossoming across her lips.

“Hey!” Astrid called, her voice light and singsong. She trotted to catch the person, her shoes clicking on the stone floor. “Wait up! It’s for the paper!” Her legs aided her admittedly poor running, and Astrid gasped as she came closer. “What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

Galahad just looked at her and shrugged, none of this was really mattered to him. He also wasn't exactly pleased by having to deal with this overly excited girl trying to bug him on his way to class.  Ignoring the girl he just kept walking, opening one of his magic books to signify that he didn't really care about anything the girl could ask him. However Galahad also wanted to hide any hints that he might have romantic feelings for Astrid, as he felt that she probably wouldn't like him anyway.  "What if she follow" me Galahad nervously thought, "I'll have to talk to a girl" he almost shouted in his mind. "I don't know how to talk to girls" his mind went on thinking "What if I say something bad and embarrass myself? What if my zipper is undone?". Galahad checked and saw that his zipper was indeed not undone as he had previously thought.


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