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Application for Hogwarts School


Rose Anke  Märchen

28. May, 1935 (13 years old)

1. Buckingham, London, The UK
2. Stuttgart, Germany


Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):

Year (pick two):
Third or second

Barely a year after the young Märchen couple got their first child, arrived Rose, tiny and squealing so loud all the neighbours knew they were going to loose some sleep in the coming nights. Little Rose showed her intelect early on, finding new and ever more complex ways to get out of her crib as a toddler and having a peculiar knack for dismembering anything she could get her tiny hands on, much to the pride and joy of her parents, ecstatically telling their neighbors and coworkers about their little genius.

 The years flew by, or at least that was how it seemed for a young child growing up. She was never a very active child, preferring to stay inside with her toys and gadgets rather than going outside to play, though her older brother had a knack for getting her out and about.

As much as Rose loved her home in London, the land of Germany held a special place in her heart. There was something about it, the land and the people and culture that seemed to welcome her home on their yearly visits. She would patiently wait until each year had passed, for the time she and her family would be visiting their homeland once again.

But as she grew, her temper and independence grew as well. Her parents just couldn't understand where their sweet little Rose had gone, to be replaced with this emotionless preteen who shied away from her fathers hugs and constantly argued with her mother. Rose had never been very social, but now she'd all but locked herself in her room with her piles of books and inventions. But what can a parent do but love their child unconditionally?

But then something happened, though she never found out what. All she knew was it had something to do with her brother, and that it was something bad. Bad enough for their mother to pull Briar out of school and for him to lock himself in his room. She begged and pleaded him to please, just tell her what was wrong, but he stayed firm. She tried going to her parents next, but they were even more unhelpful, saying she was too young to understand and to leave it be. No one was saying anything, no matter how hard she pushed.

And it was driving her mad.

And it did not help at all that her parents seemed to be all but avoiding her now, in case she tried to bright up the big bad secret again. At least Briar still talked to her, but what help was that when their talks always ended in a fight? She tried to tell herself that it will pass, everything will go back to normal soon. And when things stayed the same, she told herself she could get used to it. She was trying to get her family to leave her be before, so why was she so bothered now? She'd packed and unpacked her suitace multiple times, considering running away but never getting further than her bedroom door.

But then the big fight came, between her and Briar while mum and dad were out, and Rose finally had enough. She marched up the stairs and into her room, scribbling a note on a piece of parchment and marching back down the stairs, pulling on her coat and boots and walked out the door. She only turned back once, at the end of her street, to gaze at the house that no longer felt like home, before looking away and blending into the crown.

But running away from home at the ripe age of 13 was not as easy as she'd originally thought. She had little money and only some clothes and tools in her suitcase and soon Rose began to realize exactly how hard it is for a young girl with nowhere to stay. But Rose was nothing if not clever, and she found a way, sleeping where she could and sweet talking nice old ladies and dashing young men alike to buy her a snack here, a new coat there. It was surprising what a few forced tears and big sad eyes could do, and she felt little to no remorse for taking their hard earned money. She needed it more, after all.

But she knew she won't be able to support herself forever and London is not that big a place after all, sooner or later she'd run into a family member and be forced back to that horrid house that was no longer her home. She loved her family, she truly did, but now every thought of her parents and brother brought on only feelings of rage and sadness. The thoughts of family brought her many, many cousins to mind though. Surely they'd give her a place to stay, she was family after all.

But she would have to choose carefully on who to turn to, for choosing wrong would result in her parents hearing of her location, which would bring upon a situation she did not want to be in. In the end she decided on fleeing to Noir first, since his secluded cottage and solitary nature meant the chances of word reaching her parents will be severely reduced. After a tense chat at an ungodly hour of the morning, he relented and let her stay, as long as she did some work when needed. After that came Wolf & Red and Swan, farther away but just as willing to give her a place to stay.

She'd planned on contacting her cousins further west, but realized suddenly it was already summer break and so departed for Camp Loki, praying to whatever entity there was that Briar would not be there this year. Because as much as she never wanted to return to her old home, she was not willing to fall back a year simply for the sake of hiding.

And so she once again packed her bags, ready to attend a new year but completely unprepared for the troubles her family feud would ensue.

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

House Request:
Slytherin or bust ( just kidding, Ravenclaw is fine too)

When people see Rose, they usually see the sweet smart young witch the usually appears to be. They don't see the inventor, the scientist, exactly how smart and stubborn she actually is. But what she has in brain, she lacks in physical strength and coordination. If falling over thin air were a competition, she would be the champion. Having spent most of her childhood in the company of family, it was surprising for people to learn how persuasive she can be. Truly, Rose could convince a fish to fly if she wished. Though the outcome would probably be less that pleasant.

Unruly brown hair, pale skin and big brown eyes are the first thing people usually notice. The second thing are the clothes; soft colors or pink and blue and purple, dresses and skirts, which always clash with the dirty bag of tools & parts and the grease on her hands. If people looked closer, they would see the intelligence hiding behind those big brown eyes, a peculiar and unsetling kind of gaze that gave one the impression she was wondering of the best way to pry you open and see how you worked.

Option one

Rose had always liked the dungeons, a fact that seemed to creep out most of her classmates. There was something about the cool air and smell of potions and explosions that simply made her feel at ease; at home. It was also a good place to hide when she nearly ran into her horrible sorry excuse for an older brother. The many shadows and dim light made it easy for her ti hide.

But she couldn't hide forever, and so after a good half hour of reading a book by wandlight, tucked between a statue and the wall, she finally decided she really ought to be getting back to her common room before curfew began. Or was it already past curfew? It was so hard to tell down here, what with the lack of windows and clocks.

She dusted off her robes and set off, ducking behind a pillar or tapestry whenever a professor or prefect passed, just in case she was indeed breaking the rules. She was just coming up to a corner when she heard a voice and out of instinct ducked behind a suit of armor.


A frown crossed her face. That voice was much too young to be a professor, or a prefect for that matter. Deciding she was safe for the moment, she carefully extracted herself from behind the suit of armor.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

With a sigh Rose finally rounded the corner, coming to a stop a few feet away from the girl, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked her up and down; Merlin, this kid was young, Practically a baby. Rose pursed her lip, tilting her head to the side a little.

"No, no Emma Birch around here as far as I saw. Why are you looking for her anyway?"

Taking a step closer, she wondered what the girl, young as she was, was even doing down here. She was wearing the robes of a Gryffindor, so surely she wasn't on her way to her common room. Oh, it didn't really matter to Rose. The girl seemed interesting enough though, if a tad timid, so Rose put on a smile and waved the girl closer.

"Here, if you want, I can help you look for that girl. Do you know where she was supposed to be? It's kind of hard for someone to disappear in a place like Hogwarts, so I'm sure she's around somewhere."


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Elsewhere Accepted / Rose Märchen [Elsewhere Child]
« on: 30/05/2016 at 19:05 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D


Character Name: Rose Anke Märchen

Gender: Female

Age: 12


Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Aurore & Endymion Märchen  (NPC’s)

1. Buckingham, London, The UK
2. Stuttgart, Germany

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

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Ava Adair, Elin Lundgren and Markus Lundgren

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Not even a year after the young Aurore & Endymion Märchen received their firstborn, along came another little addition to the family, this time a baby girl.
This time, the young parents compromised on the name; Aurore chose the name Rose and Endymion chose Anke. If they were expecting the baby girl to be less fussy than her one year old brother, they were soon proved wrong; little Rose was keeping her parents up at all hours well into her first year of life and had a habit of crawling off as soon as one of them turned their backs.

For as far back as she can remember, Rose recalled their family visiting their homeland; Germany. She would often reminisce about the picturesque countryside whenever the weather in London got particularly bad, the house in Stuttgart they'd stay in, the afternoons fighting playing with her brother as their parents enjoyed the vacation. Her parents made sure to teach both their children the language of their homeland, so that the generations to come would know it too.

Rose had shown her thirst for knowledge since a very young age, picking up talking and exploring anything she could get her chubby hands on. Even later in life, she would collect stacks of books in her room on all manner of subjects; from potion and charms books she couldn't use until she started Hogwarts, to muggle books on physics and technology. She'd always been rather mature for her age, preferring to spend time with adults or older children than kids her age; the only exception to this rule was Briar, but she would swear that was only because they were related and insist she couldn't stand him she is a very good liar. Perhaps it was because she came off as cold and rude, or maybe she just wasn't destined to hang out with children her age. Either way, Rose was perfectly content with the few close friends she had and the many cousins who often came to visit or were visited by her.

As soon as she learned to read, she took to books like a moth to a flame, insisting on reading volumes that were sometimes half her size. She'd rather sit in the shade with a large book than run around, but her brother always seemed to get her up and running around in no time. While she may be smart, she severely lacks in the physical skill department, having two left feet and the balance of a toddler. Any outside games often ended with her scraped or bruised sooner or later, so she tried to avoid them as much as she could, though she never could turn down a challenge.

But all of a sudden the perfect family they'd always been seemed to disappear, leaving behind something foreign and cracked. She didn't understand what had happened, why her brother suddenly locked himself off in his room or why her parents were avoiding her questions. Try as she might, she couldn't get answers. When she questioned her parents, they'd change the topic or try to sway her focus. And when Briar did once again appear in her life, any attempt to start the topic ended in anger and shouts. So Rose stopped trying.

But life stops for no one, and soon their family seemed to find a new rhythm. Their mother was suddenly home more, which meant it became a lot harder for Rose to do her 'projects' in peace. Gone were the days when she could easily do as she pleased; now she had to tread carefully as to not get caught. The space under her bed and the bottom of her closet were soon stuffed full with all manner of notebooks, little mechanical contraptions and all sorts of things that used to be strewn all over her room. The occasional bangs or smashing sounds from her room were a lot harder to explain away, too.

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:
Rose didn't hate the outdoors; really, she didn't. She thought the park was aesthetically pleasing; it generally wasn't filled with too many annoying people and the occasional walk around it did wonders to clear her head when she was having a bad day or when the weather was particularly good.

What she did not like was being forced outside when she clearly wanted to continue reading a very intriguing novel.

How was she expected to relax when all she could think about was the mystery of the novel? She had been so close to the end, only a couple of chapters until the last page, all she could think of was how the mystery will unfold and wether or not her theory proved correct. She groaned and rubbed her head; she was going to driver herself mad if she kept thinking about it. So she simply had to stop thinking about it. easier said than done.

What she needed was a distraction. She looked around for anything that might prove to be a worthwhile distraction, only to find nothing she could use. There was a swing set off to one side, but it was already occupied and she refused to do somethong so childish. There were a few people walking to and fro, but they seemed busy or absorbed in whatever they were doing. Rose sighed and leaned her head back to glare at the heavens as if they personally offended her.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts, she didn't even notice the girl until she heard her yell and jumped out of her skin. One hand on her chest, pressed against her rapidly beating heart, she turned around and stared at the girl with an indignant look.

"...Do you want to play?"

She opened her mouth to yell at the girl, but then thought better of it. It would probably seem a tad rude, and anyway, the girl might prove to be the disctraction she was looking for. So instead she gave the girl a smile and began to walk over.

"Sure, why not?"

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