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Archived Applications / Oswald Viggano (Reapplication)
« on: 15/12/2017 at 10:05 »




Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Oswald A. Viggano

Birthday: 26 December 1938

Hometown: London

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration

Year (pick two):3rd or 4th

Biography:
There was not a lot of things that made Oswald angry. There were not a lot of people that he found issues with either, considering he distanced himself away from them. His family was all he needed when it came to making connections and relationships. He had plenty of cousins on both sides of his family, and then of course he had his brother and sister. No need to look for other company.

Of course family also made you angry.

Nicholas could make him angry by coloring in his books. It had been a tantrum as he had shouted out all the words he could, some not even making sense and then crying because his brother was crying. That of course had only happened once. Oswald learned to hide the books he didn’t want his brother touching after that. Tiril also made him angry, but it was easier to let it go. She was only two.

His mother…

He really could not be angry at her. He wanted to at times, but he couldn’t. So when he could not be angry at her, he was angry at his father. It was easier to be angry at him considering he always acted the same way when anyone was angry at him. Smiling and shrugging it off as something of no consequence. It was aggravating, and it was even more aggravating when his father ignored the glare he was currently giving him.

It meant he would have to speak.

“You lied.”

The motion of the spoon in his father’s hand paused at that accusation. It was less than a second but he could see his father’s face twitch with annoyance before the spoon continued its original path. Mouth opening and removing the ice cream that had been on it before setting it back down in the bowl, “Define, lie.”

“You said I could have a snake.”

Hazel eyes blinked at him. Only making his scowl more prominent as his father just smiled and shook his head, “I said we’d consider it.” By we, Oswald knew it was only his father that made that decision. If he had gone with his mother he would have a snake resting on his shoulders by now and it would not be an issue. His father had foreseen that possibility though. Which is why he had volunteered himself to go with Oswald for most of his school supplies while his mother went and took Nicholas and Tiril for a playdate.

“Lie of omission.”

Frank gave a chuckle, “Peanut…If you want to be a barrister you’ll have to do better than that. You made an assumption that was wrong. Circumstantial doesn’t hold up in court.”

Oswald gave a scoff, glaring now at the ice cream that was slowly melting in the bowl. The argument was not over. He was not going to let it be over, considering he was determined to get a snake. He was going to Hogwarts, that meant he had to have someone he could talk to, and read with, and wouldn’t mind if he didn’t talk. There was not much he was looking forward to when it came to going to hogwarts. He was not allowed to bring his own broom as a first year, and then different houses was annoying. What happened if he got sorted into one house and his brother got sorted into another? There was also the expectation of him being sorted into Slytherin. He did not think it would be that bad, but what if he wasn’t? Would his parents think less of him?

He took a deep breath, determined not to throw a tantrum in the middle of the street. He was the oldest. He had to set an example, and even then his father was not going to react to it. At least not how he wanted him to react. To see his father embarrassed would have been pleasant, but public tantrums did not affect Frank that way. It was aggravating that no matter what he did, his father seemed to know how to react to make him feel like he was in the wrong. It was not that he hated his father, but he just wanted his father, FOR ONCE, to act like a predictable adult.

“I want a reason.” He deserved a reason. His father was not completely unreasonable. He was able to get things he wanted by coming to compromise. He just needed to learn what his father wanted of him, and then he would figure out a way that would make the snake the answer. He was creative enough to figure out how to get out of a few playdates his parents had set up, and to avoid summer camp this term. He could creatively figure out an argument here.

His father looked thoughtful. Hazel eyes taking a moment to simply study Oswald and his current body language. The spoon filled with another taste of ice cream lifted up but dropped after a moment as he sighed, “Oswald, you need to socialize with people.”

His nose crinkled at that response. His brows furrowing as he looked confused and then incredulous that the only reason why he couldn’t have a snake was because he didn’t socialize. He opened his mouth ready to interject before snapping it shut as his father gave him a look that basically shot that argument down. His father was an Auror. It was almost impossible to lie to him, which is why he had to have a creative argument, or a lie that was amusing enough so that his father will let it pass.

“A snake will help me socialize.” His hands clasped the edge of the table as he latched onto that idea. “It’s simple. They are curious, I talk about the snake. I tell them it’s a Lichanura trivirgata, or a rosy boa. Then inform them of her name and I can show them how to hold her correctly and what she likes to eat and then we can sit and read and play with the snake and…” The unimpressed look his father was giving was telling Oswald that he was not falling for this. Oswald was not going to talk to anyone about the snake. It was rare he said more than one syllable words to people that were not family. Even though he had been doing research on the type of snake he wanted for the entire year, and could answer any question posed to him about the snake he wanted he really was not interested in sharing that information with just anyone. If they wanted to learn about it they could do what he did and read.

The scowl returned as he crossed his arms over his chest watching his father take a few more bites of his ice cream.

“... I don’t want to socialize. You can’t make me.” It was petulant, and a step in the wrong direction but he could not see any way he could win at the moment.

“No… I can’t. But you need to learn how to socialize and talk to people.”

Oswald could argue that there really was no point in doing that. Their family was rich with enough connections in which he could survive without needing to get a job that required socializing. Even then his goal was simply to be a proofreader or a writer of fiction. A ghostwriter even. He didn’t mind talking to ghosts so much, they were easier to get rid of compared to people.

“Look… We both know you only got three options. One is complain to your mother, two is being stubborn or... “

Oswald gave a growl as he groaned out the third option, “Make a deal…”

Complaining to his mother was the first option, but it was unlikely she would say yes when his father said no. She could probably convince Frank to let him have a pet, but it would take a few days and even then if he mentioned it, it would simply add unnecessary drama on a day she had been looking forward to. She was practically giddy at the idea of going with Oswald to get his wand. It had been awhile since he had seen her like that, since Sammie died. That would be unfair to her.

Then of course he could be stubborn.

Waiting it out until next year when he could figure out how to get his mother to go shopping with him rather than his father. He would have to plan quite a bit for that, and even then if it did not work he would have to wait another year for it to happen.

“What are the terms?”

Frank beamed at him, which just made Oswald grimace in response. “Don’t look so happy.” He realized his mistake as his father raised a brow and the beaming smile turned into a smirk.

“Disrespect before negotiation, not a really smart move. I was going to go easy on you but now...”

He scrunched his eyes closed before taking a deep breath and sitting up, Hands clasped in front of him as he steeled himself. “Terms.”

Frank nodded his head, “I want three names. Descriptions, general likes and dislikes, along with some photographic proof of you actually socializing with them.”

He blinked eyes drifting off as he figured he could probably fake that pretty easily. Getting information shouldn’t be too hard. Neither would pictures.

“And then… You need to invite classmates to your birthday party.”

“Party?” That was not what he wanted. He blinked tilting his head and furrowing his brows, “Define party.”

That may be a problem.

“Peanut… You know what a party is. At least ten names for invitations, and four for sure guests that you don’t bribe. You do this, then you can have a snake.”

 Note to self, stop being disrespectful to his father before terms.

“Deal?”

Oswald looked at the melted ice cream in front of him before looking at the empty bowl his father had. Situations playing in his head as he tried to figure out the best possible solution to the problem that had been given to him. At a party he would be expected to socialize, and most likely his mother and father would invite more than just the ten names. Bribery was his first option of course, but his father probably would sabotage that somehow. He’d have to coach people through some questions his father may ask in an interrogation.

He pressed his lips together before clearing his throat, “One birthday party?”

Frank tilted his head nodding his head to one side and then the other before nodding his head, “Okay, but you need to go to summer camp then.”

He opened his mouth and then sighed. He would get his snake in the summer. Once he got the snake there was no need to continue with the agreement. All terms would be met. His father waited for another beat or two before offering out his hand for Oswald to shake.

He either agreed or he didn’t get a snake.

So he reached across and nodded his head, “Deal.”

He could do this. He knew he could do this. He wanted his snake.

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

House Request: Ravenclaw

Personality:
An analytical day-dreamer, Oswald will find himself lost in his thoughts a lot of the time. He is very organized and a varacious reader, reading everything he can on a subject before moving onto another when his curiosity is satisfied. His attention usuallyu in a book or a journal which he writes down observations or random thoughts. Most of the time people assume he is not paying attention, but if forced to interact or snapped out of his thoughts he can give a quick and snarky response. He's not all that fond of socializing considering that he thinks most people his age are not interesting or smart enough to be considered worth his time, and those that are older usually treat him like a child.

→ RETURNING STUDENTS.
Note: This section is only for students who have been previously played at Hogwarts. Please see here for more information about Castle Dropouts levels/how many levels you are eligible to claim.

Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application): I keep on missing check-in

Number of New Levels Requested:2

New Levels Request:C2D3T0S1

How your character kept up with their studies: They were still at Hogwarts, they just kept to themselves.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
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 Evangeline's or Hugh's.

Oswald had headed to the potions classroom in an attempt to acquire a book on the development and research behind the use of potions that could possibly help in social situations. He knew of course that there was already a liquid of sorts used to help create bonds and forge friendships, but gigglejuice and that sort was not allowed at his age. It also smelled terrible, made you sick, and caused people to act like idiots. Which was not what he wanted at all.

His search had come up somewhat successful. A book held in his arms as he dribbled a rubber ball down the hallway as he walked. Focusing on hand eye coordination, he was practicing for quidditch so that he would not be immediately put on the bench. If he showed enough promise he would have a better chance to be out flying than sitting on the sidelines jealous of the opportunity given to others and not himself. Alternating between one to three bounces, he found himself stopping as a small voice seemed to echo down the hallway.

The ball squeezed in his hand he stood there debating if he should walk back to the classroom or continue forward. He could attempt conversation. He did have a transaction he had to honor. He should at least see who had made it down here, along with puzzle out why she wanted to talk to Birch.

Of what he understood Ghosts generally stuck to where they died. Especially if it was violently. Though they could move between places that were familiar to them. Was it possible for Emma Birch to be down here? He furrowed his brows as he sifted through what information he did know about ghosts. Then blinked as the echoing of the girl's timid voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"No. You're doing it wrong."

That is if she really wanted to talk to Birch, the best way to do it would be to try a seance or to actually summon a spirit. He walked into the girl's eyeline blinking with green eyes at her. Attempting to gain what knowledge he could simply by looking at her appearance.

"If you want to talk to her I can show you a book with the proper procedure," He frowned as he took a deep breath, "But if not. Then shut up and leave." There was no reason the dead should be disturbed for a prank.

Idiot.



→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): Too many... Frank Viggano Jr, George Viggano, Xerxes Gerdher, Kristoffer Carlisle Vincenzo Nicolosi, Andrei Voskhod, Edward Carlisle, Quincy Carlisle, Silva Ricardus, Caleb Lance, B. Foster, Jane Montclaire, Eirian Aalmers


How did you find us?: Referred

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Archived Applications / (Re-APP) Oswald A. Viggano
« on: 07/08/2017 at 21:02 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name:Oswald A. Viggano

Birthday: Dec. 26, 1938

Hometown: London

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration

Year (pick two): 2nd or 3rd

Biography:
There was not a lot of things that made Oswald angry. There were not a lot of people that he found issues with either, considering he distanced himself away from them. His family was all he needed when it came to making connections and relationships. He had plenty of cousins on both sides of his family, and then of course he had his brother and sister. No need to look for other company.

Of course family also made you angry.

Nicholas could make him angry by coloring in his books. It had been a tantrum as he had shouted out all the words he could, some not even making sense and then crying because his brother was crying. That of course had only happened once. Oswald learned to hide the books he didn’t want his brother touching after that. Tiril also made him angry, but it was easier to let it go. She was only two.

His mother…

He really could not be angry at her. He wanted to at times, but he couldn’t. So when he could not be angry at her, he was angry at his father. It was easier to be angry at him considering he always acted the same way when anyone was angry at him. Smiling and shrugging it off as something of no consequence. It was aggravating, and it was even more aggravating when his father ignored the glare he was currently giving him.

It meant he would have to speak.

“You lied.”

The motion of the spoon in his father’s hand paused at that accusation. It was less than a second but he could see his father’s face twitch with annoyance before the spoon continued its original path. Mouth opening and removing the ice cream that had been on it before setting it back down in the bowl, “Define, lie.”

“You said I could have a snake.”

Hazel eyes blinked at him. Only making his scowl more prominent as his father just smiled and shook his head, “I said we’d consider it.” By we, Oswald knew it was only his father that made that decision. If he had gone with his mother he would have a snake resting on his shoulders by now and it would not be an issue. His father had foreseen that possibility though. Which is why he had volunteered himself to go with Oswald for most of his school supplies while his mother went and took Nicholas and Tiril for a playdate.

“Lie of omission.”

Frank gave a chuckle, “Peanut…If you want to be a barrister you’ll have to do better than that. You made an assumption that was wrong. Circumstantial doesn’t hold up in court.”

Oswald gave a scoff, glaring now at the ice cream that was slowly melting in the bowl. The argument was not over. He was not going to let it be over, considering he was determined to get a snake. He was going to Hogwarts, that meant he had to have someone he could talk to, and read with, and wouldn’t mind if he didn’t talk. There was not much he was looking forward to when it came to going to hogwarts. He was not allowed to bring his own broom as a first year, and then different houses was annoying. What happened if he got sorted into one house and his brother got sorted into another? There was also the expectation of him being sorted into Slytherin. He did not think it would be that bad, but what if he wasn’t? Would his parents think less of him?

He took a deep breath, determined not to throw a tantrum in the middle of the street. He was the oldest. He had to set an example, and even then his father was not going to react to it. At least not how he wanted him to react. To see his father embarrassed would have been pleasant, but public tantrums did not affect Frank that way. It was aggravating that no matter what he did, his father seemed to know how to react to make him feel like he was in the wrong. It was not that he hated his father, but he just wanted his father, FOR ONCE, to act like a predictable adult.

“I want a reason.” He deserved a reason. His father was not completely unreasonable. He was able to get things he wanted by coming to compromise. He just needed to learn what his father wanted of him, and then he would figure out a way that would make the snake the answer. He was creative enough to figure out how to get out of a few playdates his parents had set up, and to avoid summer camp this term. He could creatively figure out an argument here.

His father looked thoughtful. Hazel eyes taking a moment to simply study Oswald and his current body language. The spoon filled with another taste of ice cream lifted up but dropped after a moment as he sighed, “Oswald, you need to socialize with people.”

His nose crinkled at that response. His brows furrowing as he looked confused and then incredulous that the only reason why he couldn’t have a snake was because he didn’t socialize. He opened his mouth ready to interject before snapping it shut as his father gave him a look that basically shot that argument down. His father was an Auror. It was almost impossible to lie to him, which is why he had to have a creative argument, or a lie that was amusing enough so that his father will let it pass.

“A snake will help me socialize.” His hands clasped the edge of the table as he latched onto that idea. “It’s simple. They are curious, I talk about the snake. I tell them it’s a Lichanura trivirgata, or a rosy boa. Then inform them of her name and I can show them how to hold her correctly and what she likes to eat and then we can sit and read and play with the snake and…” The unimpressed look his father was giving was telling Oswald that he was not falling for this. Oswald was not going to talk to anyone about the snake. It was rare he said more than one syllable words to people that were not family. Even though he had been doing research on the type of snake he wanted for the entire year, and could answer any question posed to him about the snake he wanted he really was not interested in sharing that information with just anyone. If they wanted to learn about it they could do what he did and read.

The scowl returned as he crossed his arms over his chest watching his father take a few more bites of his ice cream.

“... I don’t want to socialize. You can’t make me.” It was petulant, and a step in the wrong direction but he could not see any way he could win at the moment.

“No… I can’t. But you need to learn how to socialize and talk to people.”

Oswald could argue that there really was no point in doing that. Their family was rich with enough connections in which he could survive without needing to get a job that required socializing. Even then his goal was simply to be a proofreader or a writer of fiction. A ghostwriter even. He didn’t mind talking to ghosts so much, they were easier to get rid of compared to people.

“Look… We both know you only got three options. One is complain to your mother, two is being stubborn or... “

Oswald gave a growl as he groaned out the third option, “Make a deal…”

Complaining to his mother was the first option, but it was unlikely she would say yes when his father said no. She could probably convince Frank to let him have a pet, but it would take a few days and even then if he mentioned it, it would simply add unnecessary drama on a day she had been looking forward to. She was practically giddy at the idea of going with Oswald to get his wand. It had been awhile since he had seen her like that, since Sammie died. That would be unfair to her.

Then of course he could be stubborn.

Waiting it out until next year when he could figure out how to get his mother to go shopping with him rather than his father. He would have to plan quite a bit for that, and even then if it did not work he would have to wait another year for it to happen.

“What are the terms?”

Frank beamed at him, which just made Oswald grimace in response. “Don’t look so happy.” He realized his mistake as his father raised a brow and the beaming smile turned into a smirk.

“Disrespect before negotiation, not a really smart move. I was going to go easy on you but now...”

He scrunched his eyes closed before taking a deep breath and sitting up, Hands clasped in front of him as he steeled himself. “Terms.”

Frank nodded his head, “I want three names. Descriptions, general likes and dislikes, along with some photographic proof of you actually socializing with them.”

He blinked eyes drifting off as he figured he could probably fake that pretty easily. Getting information shouldn’t be too hard. Neither would pictures.

“And then… You need to invite classmates to your birthday party.”

“Party?” That was not what he wanted. He blinked tilting his head and furrowing his brows, “Define party.”

That may be a problem.

“Peanut… You know what a party is. At least ten names for invitations, and four for sure guests that you don’t bribe. You do this, then you can have a snake.”

 Note to self, stop being disrespectful to his father before terms.

“Deal?”

Oswald looked at the melted ice cream in front of him before looking at the empty bowl his father had. Situations playing in his head as he tried to figure out the best possible solution to the problem that had been given to him. At a party he would be expected to socialize, and most likely his mother and father would invite more than just the ten names. Bribery was his first option of course, but his father probably would sabotage that somehow. He’d have to coach people through some questions his father may ask in an interrogation.

He pressed his lips together before clearing his throat, “One birthday party?”

Frank tilted his head nodding his head to one side and then the other before nodding his head, “Okay, but you need to go to summer camp then.”

He opened his mouth and then sighed. He would get his snake in the summer. Once he got the snake there was no need to continue with the agreement. All terms would be met. His father waited for another beat or two before offering out his hand for Oswald to shake.

He either agreed or he didn’t get a snake.

So he reached across and nodded his head, “Deal.”

He could do this. He knew he could do this. He wanted his snake.

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

Personality: An analytical day-dreamer, Oswald will find himself lost in his thoughts a lot of the time. He is very organized and a varacious reader, reading everything he can on a subject before moving onto another when his curiosity is satisfied. His attention usuallyu in a book or a journal which he writes down observations or random thoughts. Most of the time people assume he is not paying attention, but if forced to interact or snapped out of his thoughts he can give a quick and snarky response. He's not all that fond of socializing considering that he thinks most people his age are not interesting or smart enough to be considered worth his time, and those that are older usually treat him like a child.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

Oswald had headed to the potions classroom in an attempt to acquire a book on the development and research behind the use of potions that could possibly help in social situations. He knew of course that there was already a liquid of sorts used to help create bonds and forge friendships, but gigglejuice and that sort was not allowed at his age. It also smelled terrible, made you sick, and caused people to act like idiots. Which was not what he wanted at all.

His search had come up somewhat successful. A book held in his arms as he dribbled a rubber ball down the hallway as he walked. Focusing on hand eye coordination, he was practicing for quidditch so that he would not be immediately put on the bench. If he showed enough promise he would have a better chance to be out flying than sitting on the sidelines jealous of the opportunity given to others and not himself. Alternating between one to three bounces, he found himself stopping as a small voice seemed to echo down the hallway.

The ball squeezed in his hand he stood there debating if he should walk back to the classroom or continue forward. He could attempt conversation. He did have a transaction he had to honor. He should at least see who had made it down here, along with puzzle out why she wanted to talk to Birch.

Of what he understood Ghosts generally stuck to where they died. Especially if it was violently. Though they could move between places that were familiar to them. Was it possible for Emma Birch to be down here? He furrowed his brows as he sifted through what information he did know about ghosts. Then blinked as the echoing of the girl's timid voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"No. You're doing it wrong."

That is if she really wanted to talk to Birch, the best way to do it would be to try a seance or to actually summon a spirit. He walked into the girl's eyeline blinking with green eyes at her. Attempting to gain what knowledge he could simply by looking at her appearance.

"If you want to talk to her I can show you a book with the proper procedure," He frowned as he took a deep breath, "But if not. Then shut up and leave." There was no reason the dead should be disturbed for a prank.

Idiot.


→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Frank Viggano Jr, George Viggano, Xerxes Gerdher, Kristoffer CarlisleVincenzo Nicolosi, Andrei Voskhod, Edward Carlisle, Quincy Carlisle, Silva Ricardus, Caleb Lance, B. Foster

How did you find us?: recommendation

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Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Oswald Arcturus Viggano

Birthday: Dec 26, 1938

Hometown:London

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration

Year (pick two): 1st (first choice) 2nd (second choice)

Biography:
There was not a lot of things that made Oswald angry. There were not a lot of people that he found issues with either, considering he distanced himself away from them. His family was all he needed when it came to making connections and relationships. He had plenty of cousins on both sides of his family, and then of course he had his brother and sister. No need to look for other company.

Of course family also made you angry.

Nicholas could make him angry by coloring in his books. It had been a tantrum as he had shouted out all the words he could, some not even making sense and then crying because his brother was crying. That of course had only happened once. Oswald learned to hide the books he didn’t want his brother touching after that. Tiril also made him angry, but it was easier to let it go. She was only two.

His mother…

He really could not be angry at her. He wanted to at times, but he couldn’t. So when he could not be angry at her, he was angry at his father. It was easier to be angry at him considering he always acted the same way when anyone was angry at him. Smiling and shrugging it off as something of no consequence. It was aggravating, and it was even more aggravating when his father ignored the glare he was currently giving him.

It meant he would have to speak.

“You lied.”

The motion of the spoon in his father’s hand paused at that accusation. It was less than a second but he could see his father’s face twitch with annoyance before the spoon continued its original path. Mouth opening and removing the ice cream that had been on it before setting it back down in the bowl, “Define, lie.”

“You said I could have a snake.”

Hazel eyes blinked at him. Only making his scowl more prominent as his father just smiled and shook his head, “I said we’d consider it.” By we, Oswald knew it was only his father that made that decision. If he had gone with his mother he would have a snake resting on his shoulders by now and it would not be an issue. His father had foreseen that possibility though. Which is why he had volunteered himself to go with Oswald for most of his school supplies while his mother went and took Nicholas and Tiril for a playdate.

“Lie of omission.”

Frank gave a chuckle, “Peanut…If you want to be a barrister you’ll have to do better than that. You made an assumption that was wrong. Circumstantial doesn’t hold up in court.”

Oswald gave a scoff, glaring now at the ice cream that was slowly melting in the bowl. The argument was not over. He was not going to let it be over, considering he was determined to get a snake. He was going to Hogwarts, that meant he had to have someone he could talk to, and read with, and wouldn’t mind if he didn’t talk. There was not much he was looking forward to when it came to going to hogwarts. He was not allowed to bring his own broom as a first year, and then different houses was annoying. What happened if he got sorted into one house and his brother got sorted into another? There was also the expectation of him being sorted into Slytherin. He did not think it would be that bad, but what if he wasn’t? Would his parents think less of him?

He took a deep breath, determined not to throw a tantrum in the middle of the street. He was the oldest. He had to set an example, and even then his father was not going to react to it. At least not how he wanted him to react. To see his father embarrassed would have been pleasant, but public tantrums did not affect Frank that way. It was aggravating that no matter what he did, his father seemed to know how to react to make him feel like he was in the wrong. It was not that he hated his father, but he just wanted his father, FOR ONCE, to act like a predictable adult.

“I want a reason.” He deserved a reason. His father was not completely unreasonable. He was able to get things he wanted by coming to compromise. He just needed to learn what his father wanted of him, and then he would figure out a way that would make the snake the answer. He was creative enough to figure out how to get out of a few playdates his parents had set up, and to avoid summer camp this term. He could creatively figure out an argument here.

His father looked thoughtful. Hazel eyes taking a moment to simply study Oswald and his current body language. The spoon filled with another taste of ice cream lifted up but dropped after a moment as he sighed, “Oswald, you need to socialize with people.”

His nose crinkled at that response. His brows furrowing as he looked confused and then incredulous that the only reason why he couldn’t have a snake was because he didn’t socialize. He opened his mouth ready to interject before snapping it shut as his father gave him a look that basically shot that argument down. His father was an Auror. It was almost impossible to lie to him, which is why he had to have a creative argument, or a lie that was amusing enough so that his father will let it pass.

“A snake will help me socialize.” His hands clasped the edge of the table as he latched onto that idea. “It’s simple. They are curious, I talk about the snake. I tell them it’s a Lichanura trivirgata, or a rosy boa. Then inform them of her name and I can show them how to hold her correctly and what she likes to eat and then we can sit and read and play with the snake and…” The unimpressed look his father was giving was telling Oswald that he was not falling for this. Oswald was not going to talk to anyone about the snake. It was rare he said more than one syllable words to people that were not family. Even though he had been doing research on the type of snake he wanted for the entire year, and could answer any question posed to him about the snake he wanted he really was not interested in sharing that information with just anyone. If they wanted to learn about it they could do what he did and read.

The scowl returned as he crossed his arms over his chest watching his father take a few more bites of his ice cream.

“... I don’t want to socialize. You can’t make me.” It was petulant, and a step in the wrong direction but he could not see any way he could win at the moment.

“No… I can’t. But you need to learn how to socialize and talk to people.”

Oswald could argue that there really was no point in doing that. Their family was rich with enough connections in which he could survive without needing to get a job that required socializing. Even then his goal was simply to be a proofreader or a writer of fiction. A ghostwriter even. He didn’t mind talking to ghosts so much, they were easier to get rid of compared to people.

“Look… We both know you only got three options. One is complain to your mother, two is being stubborn or... “

Oswald gave a growl as he groaned out the third option, “Make a deal…”

Complaining to his mother was the first option, but it was unlikely she would say yes when his father said no. She could probably convince Frank to let him have a pet, but it would take a few days and even then if he mentioned it, it would simply add unnecessary drama on a day she had been looking forward to. She was practically giddy at the idea of going with Oswald to get his wand. It had been awhile since he had seen her like that, since Sammie died. That would be unfair to her.

Then of course he could be stubborn.

Waiting it out until next year when he could figure out how to get his mother to go shopping with him rather than his father. He would have to plan quite a bit for that, and even then if it did not work he would have to wait another year for it to happen.

“What are the terms?”

Frank beamed at him, which just made Oswald grimace in response. “Don’t look so happy.” He realized his mistake as his father raised a brow and the beaming smile turned into a smirk.

“Disrespect before negotiation, not a really smart move. I was going to go easy on you but now...”

He scrunched his eyes closed before taking a deep breath and sitting up, Hands clasped in front of him as he steeled himself. “Terms.”

Frank nodded his head, “I want three names. Descriptions, general likes and dislikes, along with some photographic proof of you actually socializing with them.”

He blinked eyes drifting off as he figured he could probably fake that pretty easily. Getting information shouldn’t be too hard. Neither would pictures.

“And then… You need to invite classmates to your birthday party.”

“Party?” That was not what he wanted. He blinked tilting his head and furrowing his brows, “Define party.”

That may be a problem.

“Peanut… You know what a party is. At least ten names for invitations, and four for sure guests that you don’t bribe. You do this, then you can have a snake.”

 Note to self, stop being disrespectful to his father before terms.

“Deal?”

Oswald looked at the melted ice cream in front of him before looking at the empty bowl his father had. Situations playing in his head as he tried to figure out the best possible solution to the problem that had been given to him. At a party he would be expected to socialize, and most likely his mother and father would invite more than just the ten names. Bribery was his first option of course, but his father probably would sabotage that somehow. He’d have to coach people through some questions his father may ask in an interrogation.

He pressed his lips together before clearing his throat, “One birthday party?”

Frank tilted his head nodding his head to one side and then the other before nodding his head, “Okay, but you need to go to summer camp then.”

He opened his mouth and then sighed. He would get his snake in the summer. Once he got the snake there was no need to continue with the agreement. All terms would be met. His father waited for another beat or two before offering out his hand for Oswald to shake.

He either agreed or he didn’t get a snake.

So he reached across and nodded his head, “Deal.”

He could do this. He knew he could do this. He wanted his snake.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

Personality: An analytical day-dreamer, Oswald will find himself lost in his thoughts a lot of the time. He is very organized and a varacious reader, reading everything he can on a subject before moving onto another when his curiosity is satisfied. His attention usuallyu in a book or a journal which he writes down observations or random thoughts. Most of the time people assume he is not paying attention, but if forced to interact or snapped out of his thoughts he can give a quick and snarky response. He's not all that fond of socializing considering that he thinks most people his age are not interesting or smart enough to be considered worth his time, and those that are older usually treat him like a child.


→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

Oswald had headed to the potions classroom in an attempt to acquire a book on the development and research behind the use of potions that could possibly help in social situations. He knew of course that there was already a liquid of sorts used to help create bonds and forge friendships, but gigglejuice and that sort was not allowed at his age. It also smelled terrible, made you sick, and caused people to act like idiots. Which was not what he wanted at all.

His search had come up somewhat successful. A book held in his arms as he dribbled a rubber ball down the hallway as he walked. Focusing on hand eye coordination, he was practicing for quidditch so that he would not be immediately put on the bench. If he showed enough promise he would have a better chance to be out flying than sitting on the sidelines jealous of the opportunity given to others and not himself. Alternating between one to three bounces, he found himself stopping as a small voice seemed to echo down the hallway.

The ball squeezed in his hand he stood there debating if he should walk back to the classroom or continue forward. He could attempt conversation. He did have a transaction he had to honor. He should at least see who had made it down here, along with puzzle out why she wanted to talk to Birch.

Of what he understood Ghosts generally stuck to where they died. Especially if it was violently. Though they could move between places that were familiar to them. Was it possible for Emma Birch to be down here? He furrowed his brows as he sifted through what information he did know about ghosts. Then blinked as the echoing of the girl's timid voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"No. You're doing it wrong."

That is if she really wanted to talk to Birch, the best way to do it would be to try a seance or to actually summon a spirit. He walked into the girl's eyeline blinking with green eyes at her. Attempting to gain what knowledge he could simply by looking at her appearance.

"If you want to talk to her I can show you a book with the proper procedure," He frowned as he took a deep breath, "But if not. Then shut up and leave." There was no reason the dead should be disturbed for a prank.

Idiot.



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Elsewhere Accepted / Oswald Viggano
« on: 11/08/2016 at 18:37 »


E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Oswald Arcturus Viggano

Gender: Male

Age: 10 (born 26 DEC 1938)

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Catharina Adhara Eir Viggano and Frank Oswald Viggano Jr. , and they are both played.

Residence:
With parents in London.

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?
Nic Viggano, brothers!

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Kristoffer Carlisle, and others attached to that.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
His father is the lion. Someone strong, loud, and with not a lot of sense in his head, but he was always there to protect those that he loves. There are times he resents his father. Not over the small things, but the moments in which he acted before he thought of others. The times when he did things and never really explained his actions. He had felt that way when his father joined the military. He had only been three, but he remembered that look on his mother’s face when he had appeared in uniform that first time. There was fear. Then he felt dislike for his father for the first time.

He did not like it when his mother was afraid.

He did not like it when any of his family was afraid, sad or angry, but it happened and he knew he could do nothing more than be there.

Perhaps too wise for his age, or pessimistic, but he is determined to be a strong figure so that others wouldn’t worry over him, especially his family. He has observed them enough to know how they react when they’re worried. His father would get louder when he was worried. Throwing out jokes and attempting to brush it off, or fix it however he could. His brother would become thoughtful, and quiet. Analyzing the situation, and trying to understand it. His mother’s worry was a little harder to pin down. She is the scorpion. Sometimes she would react at that moment in a quick burst of emotion, and other times she was quiet waiting for the right moment to react. She was similar to her father in that they both acted on impulse at times. Both were emotional, compulsive, and stubborn but they knew how to protect what is theirs. His mother was stronger than his father though, or at least that was how he saw it.

His brother is the virgin. Wide-eyed and curious, he finds most enjoyment in catching and watching bugs. Something that Oswald will voluntarily and happily join in on to help. As the older brother, his first job is to protect Nicholas. A job he had never shirked away from. His brother’s wide-eyed curiosity was not something he wanted to be lost with the years. His sister is the water-bearer. Too young to really know what she'll be like as she's older but she smiles and gurgles happily in everyone's arms. He hoped she grew to be just as happy as she is now.

Perhaps Oswald was too serious for his age, but he had to be.

If he wanted to be strong, he had to be ready for anything, and he would.


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 trudged 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:
Oswald was currently attempting to find his brother. They had come to the park together certainly, but with his father getting distracted by colleagues at the ministry, Nicholas had gone off first and Oswald had followed after being unsuccessful in getting his father's attention. Though he supposed, his father just assumed that Oswald would take care of Nicholas, and of course he was right.

Ozzy had always been protective of his siblings. Certainly Tiril was a new addition to the family that did not do much but gurgle and babble, but they all started like that.

Going by logic, his brother was doing one of two things. Either practicing on his broom, or finding bugs. Which really did not narrow down where he needed to search, but he would try first with others that were currently on brooms. Or well one girl he was observing that was having difficulties with trying to fly in the first place, and was now about to have a temper tantrum.

"You!"

He responded with a deadpan expression, "Me..."

"...Do you want to play?"

He blinked at her, looking at the upturned broom and then back at her blue eyes, "Depends..." He started frowning, "Are you asking, or demanding?"


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