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Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Jackson Alexander Carmondy

Birthday: February 27 1947

Hometown: Purbeck, Dorset by the sea

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): 1st, 2nd

Biography:
Born prematurely, life to start was complicated despite fortified walls of love surrounding baby Jackson and every resource at hand. It took nearly a month before the feeble Carmondy offspring had stabilized, and even though he made it to the family seaside cottage, they never stayed out of Mungo's for long. The infant was belabored with illness after illness and a lingering cross-eye. More than once his parents feared for losing their firstborn. For dark deeds in the past his mother blamed herself, grieving through the struggles.

And then, shy of a year, that eye finally found its rightful spot, and the bouts of sickness waned. Given a chance, the strength which Jack came to be defined by took over and he began to flourish. The days turned happy for their family. Little boy laughing, learning, running. The orchards became his playground, the family dogs his best friends, ever a watchful but reserved eye at his back. Baby Adeline came into the picture a few years later and he assumed the role of big brother without hesitation, protective of her, hard on her, leading the way.

The privilege of having a father coach professional Quidditch players was lost early on for Jackson, who became a natural at befriending people in high places. He let his father's position become part of his identity, often flaunting it in his peers' faces, determined to be just like papa some day. Too he liked to cuddle up with a book, inherited no doubt from mum. Especially he liked to read about animals (though he'd rather be with them firsthand of course).

Good memories from a good place are what he knows.



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

House Request: Hufflepuff

Personality: Jackson is well behaved when he is expected to be, respectful of the oversight of his parents, though he has an easy time letting his personality show even in front of very important persons, rather bold at times. Like his father he possesses a competitive spirit innate to the athlete, but he is more calculating and deliberate in his approach; decisions, whether on a broom in the yard or in considering which book to pull off the shelf, are weighed with logic, probably more a part inherited from his mum. This sensibility becomes a great weapon in the arguments he enjoys starting, and even moreso enjoys winning. It is a difficult pill to swallow in being wrong for the proud boy, headstrong and decidedly stubborn. However his soft side comes out when any animal is the room or ailments are present, a sensitive and nurturing soul. Addie might get the brunt of his unbending ego, but rest assured he's the first one running when she's taken a fall.

Lately it seems he has developed an urge, almost a need, to be perceived in a certain way by others. Jackson wants to be cool. Accepted. Popular. He's a bit more willing to dabble in the adventures and ignore his right-and-wrong complex. Thus, in the preteen search to belong, he's become more open to impressioning than ever before.


Appearance:
At first glance Jackson is, in the realm of young boys, unremarkable in features except for his dense stature. Born early and underweight, the little weed eventually sprouted and never stopped. With a penchant for eating and a love of activity (bolstered no doubt by his father's encouraging of sport) Jackson has always been sturdier than the other kids. Both the complexion of his skin and the shade of brown upon his head vary with the season precisely because if he is able to be out in the sun, he's going to be. A few freckles aren't uncommon upon his nose. Too does the color of his eyes shift between greenish and bluish depending on the light. As of last year they seem more cemented around blue when behind glass lenses. This is a finding he is not keen upon. Even though the glasses help to sharpen a blurry world, he is eternally self conscious of how dorky they look.


→ 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.



Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."



There sure was a lot this castle had to offer. Good things, like lots of food and people to play with and the biggest stretch of yard a boy could think of. Then some bad things, like no family (he'd deny missing them to his grave!) and the classrooms were far apart and confusing and, worst of all, no dogs.

Least, Jack couldn't have one, that's what his dad said.

So, after inhaling a plate of breakfast and with some spare time to burn, Jack scampered out to what was becoming one of his favorite places at Hogwarts: the gardens. Sure, it was no menagerie, but the spot had more going for it than just flowers and smelling nice, because there were bugs everywhere. On a couple of arthropod safaris he'd come across what he assumed had to be new species, but upon further research in that massive library, thought he now had them pegged. So far he'd found them mostly in the soil around the moonflower bushes. Lugging a big book in his hands, a certain page about beetles bookmarked, Jackson began sleuthing there first.

"Aha."

Didn't take long to find a crawling bugger. If the passage in this book held correct, the beetles were due to die off in the next weeks, so an urgency beat about the matter. Quickly the cover whipped open, and, as he leaned in closer to inspect the marks on its tucked wings, face scrunched up in focus, a sudden disruption rocked the land.

His gasp did nothing to stop two hard covers sandwiching sixteen hundred sheets of parchment from falling to the ground - right on top of the insect in question. A telltale crunch impaled his tummy.

Scrambling, he reclaimed the book and kept it spread open while he turned it to look at the front. Squished, glued to the spine by its spilled guts. Giant eyes swimming with horror found an older boy just a few bushes over, looking right at him, the obvious culprit. He wasn't angry, exactly. Teeth sank into his lip to keep them from quivering.

"It's...dead," Jackson announced.

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Elsewhere Accepted / Jack Carmondy | Elsewhere Child
« on: 18/12/2018 at 20:11 »

J A C K S O N   C A R M O N D Y

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Jackson Alexander Carmondy

Gender: Male

Age: 8

Bloodline:Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Cadmus and Lia Carmondy, NPC's

Residence:
Purbeck, Dorset by the sea

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
No

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Bracken Thomas

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Earned affluence and privilege formed the safe borders of Jackson Carmondy's life from the moment he was born. His father, a former Puddlemere United Keeper retired to the coaching staff after a career-ending injury, and his mother, a witch renowned for her talents in the field of Potions, both had been entangled in darkness and survived. These trials cemented the sheltering that their children would know, and made Jackson and his younger sister, Adeline, singularly precious. They've known love only.

Jackson is well behaved when he is expected to be, respectful of the oversight of his parents, though he has an easy time letting his personality show even in front of very important persons, rather bold at times. Like his father he possesses a competitive spirit innate to the athlete, but he is more calculating and deliberate in his approach; decisions, whether on a broom in the yard or in considering which book to pull off the shelf, are weighed with logic, probably more a part inherited from his mum. This sensibility becomes a great weapon in the arguments he enjoys starting, and even moreso enjoys winning. It is a difficult pill to swallow in being wrong for the proud boy, headstrong and decidedly stubborn. However his soft side comes out when any animal is the room or ailments are present, a sensitive and nurturing soul. Addie might get the brunt of his unbending ego, but rest assured he's the first one running when she's taken a fall.

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 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:
"Can't you take your sister for one ride?"

"No way," Jack barked to his papa. The little blonde girl had her face buried in their father's cloak. "Last time she kept yanking my ears!"

"And you accepted her apology, remember?" He knew that tone well - what word did mum use, patient? But he couldn't give in now, even though the big brother secretly loved to fly his sister around on his broom and show her his new moves and make her scream or gasp or laugh. He already started out by saying he wouldn't, so he had to stand by it even though it would've been easier to just give in.

Lips parting with the intention of refute, he instead bit his tongue, certain that he could devise something more compelling than the repetitive but she pulled my ears. And voila, lightning struck. "Why should she get another chance? You know when she pulls those stunts, we both can get hurt. Last time we almost flew into a squirrel's nest, dad."

Jackson became confused. His papa didn't look peeved, but like he was trying not to laugh. Simply, it was one of his favorite things when he could make the man laugh, or do something to make him proud. "What, for real we did," he muttered, himself trying not to chuckle for the ridiculousness of it.

Addie's eyes slipped out from behind the grey fabric, watery gloss of hurt quaking. Needles of guilt pricked his gut. Oh rubbish, she cried about everything. He watched as she was lifted onto papa's shoulders, suddenly sunny again as she found purchase in his hair.

"Alright Mister Reason. I just need to make one last stop over there - and I'm taking the broom with." "But but-" "Are you going to stay in the park?"

"You!" a new voice asserted, lashing the air with a vocal whip. Startled to hear a kid speak like that with adults around, he turned his big eyes to a girl with - a - broom. ...do you want to play?"

The irony that their paths were only crossing because of their opposing positions in the sibling hierarchy surely went undetected by everyone present. Didn't matter that Janey was another girl; she wasn't his lame sister.

"Playing!" he announced. Jackson would never turn away from his papa without answering, though as soon as the word left his mouth he took off running.

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