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Archived Applications / Adam Carlisle
« on: 24/08/2016 at 16:50 »

Application for Hogwarts School




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Name: Adam Iason Carlisle

Birthday: May 2nd 1931

Hometown: Carlisle, Cumbria

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Charms

Year (pick two): 7th (first choice), 6th

Biography:
Adam took a deep breath. Rolling his shoulders back and then pulling his arm up across his body as he stretched. Whenever he was not at home studying, or playing with his brother, he was out here in Godric Park. An open space, a place where there were people around and in the end remind himself that things were not the same. The Hexenreich still had their patrols, and there was still an uneasiness that can be felt around the populace. 

Generally it would seem odd to find a teenage boy flying in the park when Hogwarts was still in session, but being homeschooled for this year did have some perks.

Of course he missed Hogwarts. He missed everyone there. He had contacted Oliver a few times, and he hoped that his friend forgave him. He had tried to write letters to Bianca, and well those were still unwritten or unfinished. He did not really know how to apologize for not being there for his sixth year. Explaining why he felt he had not been there was difficult. Learning that his Uncle had been sick for so long had surprised him. He had always thought his family was pretty open about crisis in the family. The fact that this information was hidden by most of the family, especially his father, had troubled him. He had not understood why until he saw what happened when everyone knew.

He had never thought he would see his family at such odds before, or perhaps he had but this was the first time he was privy to such adversarial behavior. This, he supposed, was the difference of being a child and being considered an adult. It was something he did not want to think about. He wanted to be a child again, even though there had been aggravating aspects of that, at least he would not have to worry about the future except the next year at Hogwarts.

A drizzle began to fall as he flew lazy circles around the charmed hoop. The quaffle tucked under his arm as he contemplated on his own.

He slowed himself down, coming to stop in front of the hoop. Holding himself steady he took a few deep breaths, ignoring how the overcast skies seem to be reflecting his mood. Quidditch was his escape, his attempt at finding something that linked him back to his childhood. That was simple than what he was going through now. He tried to practice at least once a week by himself. It was not always productive, considering that he was not allowed to have practice bludgers, but it was just a way to fly. His brother was old enough now that he could fly adequately on a broom, and follow Adam but he really did not like playing his brother. He always felt himself holding back whenever they practiced together.

He shouldn’t, and he trusted his brother to be strong, but there was a fear that kept Adam from going all out.

Another deep breath as he moved his broom back, accellerating forward as he aimed for the hoop. His goal in site, dodged and weaved protecting the quaffle from being stolen, and his body from being pelted by imaginary bludgers. Within sight of the scoring zone he pulled his arm back and let the quaffle fly towards the hoop.

Which it hit! And then... then it bounced off and dropped towards the ground.

“... Maybe I should stick to beater.”


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He was down in the dungeons in an attempt to find Oliver. It was somewhat difficult attempting to get back into the rhythm of going to structured classes again, but he had Oliver. Oliver at least could help him focus slightly, or not get into trouble. Oliver was also there in case he forgot to write down the homework, which he had so now he was attempting to find his friend to know what that homework was.

He supposed he could also ask someone else in the same class, but the first things friends did for each other was to help each other. Still, he had been unsuccessful. Oliver was not there, and he had about two hours to find out what the homework was so he could scrape something together. Then again he could just attempt to put something together anyways, and say he tried his best. As he thought about his options, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a small voice, calling out for a name that...

He froze in his steps. Blinking for a moment, before continuing his steps towards the girl. Coming out from around a corner he blinked as he saw the owner of the voice. His brow furrowed before he gave a shake of his head, "You won't find her here..."

Not physically or spiritually to the best of his knowledge. Most ghosts like to haunt the places that they died, because that was their strongest memory. He supposed it was good to look at the Slytherin Dungeons, but he had not heard any rumors that she was here either. If she was, then he would have been the first to talk to her. Still, he'd help if she wanted it. "You'd probably find her in the Transfiguration room if you really want to find her..." He blinked at her with his brown eyes for a moment before giving a smile, "I'm Adam," His hand shot out to take hers in a handshake, "You wouldn't happen to know what the potions homework was?"


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Archived Applications / Adam Carlisle [RETURNS!]
« on: 01/12/2015 at 01:08 »

Application for Hogwarts School




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Name: Adam Iason Carlisle

Birthday: May 2nd, 1931

Hometown: Carlisle, Cumbria

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Charms

Year (pick two): 5th (first choice), 4th (2nd choice)

Biography:
Adults did a lot of annoying things in his opinion. They asked questions that they should know the answer to. They talked about children like they were not even in the room, and of course what bothered him the most was when they were silent. When they simply looked at him with this pained and hesitant looks. They wanted to say something, but whatever they did say was not what they wanted.

He disliked it when adults did that.

He disliked it even more when his parents did it. What was worse is that they did not even talk to each other about it. It was bad enough that they spoke about him like he was not there sometimes, but now they were having silent conversations that he did not understand. He could make assumptions about what it was about. They always looked at him when he entered a room, his father’s look shifting from something filled with distress to a stern gaze. While his mother looked concerned. It was odd, he did not like it.

They were not acting like themselves.

It had started since he had come home from Hogwarts during his third year. He supposed that was why they were treating him like he was made of glass. He loved them, but he wished they realized that he was not stupid. He understood what death was. He understood what murder was, but his parents seem to think not talking about it would somehow help. It never did help but he supposed adults forgot what logic was as they got older.

Or perhaps they had other reasons, he did not know but he did not care. He was tired of them simply avoiding the subject. Tired of them attempting to keep him sheltered from harm, when that was definitely not how he was raised. His questions were always answered, even if he had to pry. His father and mother allowed him to make his own mistakes, and they were always fair when his mistakes had caused more harm than intended. Yet, this was not fair to him.

It was better that he was no longer in the house with them. He had given them a year to figure out what to do with him, and in the end he would make the decision for them. He had sent in his application for the camp, and they had accepted him. He now only had to leave the house and get moving. The Knight bus would get him to the station at least, and he had enough galleons to pay for that trip. So, all that left was leaving the house without his parents knowing.

Which was slightly a problem considering he had a few incidents over the year that had caused them to be even more cautious. His meeting with the Hexenreich had been reported (both times), that and him unable to properly channel his magic through his wand, and then well…

There were a lot of reasons why they wanted to keep him home and made sure he could not get out without them knowing, but there were ways. Especially since his new caretaker was now a house elf. Dwiv was quite fun to be around with, and was ordered to make sure that Adam stayed inside and was safe. Problem with that, was that the orders were vague enough that Adam could figure out a way to confuse it. He generally was not the sort you’d consider would have a plan on outsmarting people, but he could do it if it was necessary.

And it was necessary that Adam get out of the house, and be back at Hogwarts.

One roundabout conversation with the house elf later that evening, while his parents were working, he now found himself out on the road. Wand raised, and head held high. Shaking off the guilt of tricking Dwiv, and the fact that his parents will be distressed once they realize he was gone.

He would prove them he could handle this.



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He was down in the dungeons in an attempt to find Oliver. It was somewhat difficult attempting to get back into the rhythm of going to structured classes again, but he had Oliver. Oliver at least could help him focus slightly, or not get into trouble. Oliver was also there in case he forgot to write down the homework, which he had so now he was attempting to find his friend to know what that homework was.

He supposed he could also ask someone else in the same class, but the first things friends did for each other was to help each other. Still, he had been unsuccessful. Oliver was not there, and he had about two hours to find out what the homework was so he could scrape something together. Then again he could just attempt to put something together anyways, and say he tried his best. As he thought about his options, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a small voice, calling out for a name that...

He froze in his steps. Blinking for a moment, before continuing his steps towards the girl. Coming out from around a corner he blinked as he saw the owner of the voice. His brow furrowed before he gave a shake of his head, "You won't find her here..."

Not physically or spiritually to the best of his knowledge. Most ghosts like to haunt the places that they died, because that was their strongest memory. He supposed it was good to look at the Slytherin Dungeons, but he had not heard any rumors that she was here either. If she was, then he would have been the first to talk to her. Still, he'd help if she wanted it. "You'd probably find her in the Transfiguration room if you really want to find her..." He blinked at her with his brown eyes for a moment before giving a smile, "I'm Adam," His hand shot out to take hers in a handshake, "You wouldn't happen to know what the potions homework was?"





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Archived Applications / Adam Carlisle
« on: 31/08/2014 at 18:22 »

Application for Hogwarts School




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Name: Adam Iason Carlisle

Birthday: May 2nd 1931

Hometown: Carlisle, Cumbria

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Charms

Year (pick two): First (please?), Second

Biography:
They were ignoring him again.

He did not take it personally. This was something he noticed that adults did, but it did not mean he liked it. It was a form of disrespect, and yes he understood what respect was and that it was earned, but he respected his parents. The least they could do was respect him and involve him in the conversation when they were talking about him. Still, he loved them, and again it was not their fault and lecturing them on the subject just would be too much work (and then he’d have to lecture every adult, and that just got tedious). Whenever this happened though, with his parents or with other adults, he waited for a few seconds to listen about what the subject was about. If it was something boring or did not hold his attention he would do a small test to see just how long his current adult guardian would be occupied. If whenever he spoke up, and was able to slip his fingers out of the hand holding him, that meant he could leave. If he couldn’t, then he’d stay and wait like he was supposed to.

He did follow rules, even if they were boring sometimes.

Most of the time, his nanny found herself holding air, while his parents would usually keep their hold on his hand and tell him to wait.

Yet, this was a rare moment in which the conversation they were having was interesting. Not just because it was about him (he already knew what he had done, no reason to listen to others talk about him), but because they were arguing about if they should send him to Hogwarts.

“I think we should wait until the war is over.”

That was his father, Jonathon Carlisle. A Healer with his own private practice, had gone to Hogwarts, and was a Gryffindor a long time ago.

“And how long will that take? We cannot just sequester him away, hiding him from everything.”

His mother, Ramona Pura-dash-Carlisle, had gone to Hogwarts too with his dad, but was in Ravenclaw when she had gone, and was a few years younger.

“I… I don’t know. But, can you blame me for worrying?”


Adam blinked brown eyes up at his father, watching him for a moment. He noticed he always seemed to have a wild look in his eyes as he contemplated things. His mind always worked quickly, but he was slow to respond to questions or to state his opinions because he always second guessed himself. Never wanted to really agitate anyone or cause more trouble than there was. In Adam’s opinion, his father was always worried about something, or someone. Though he supposed it was because he was a Healer. They were supposed to worry about others right?

“No, but Hogwarts is the safest place to be at this time.”

His mother was right (she generally was). Of what he knew about Hogwarts, there was no chance of there of being any danger. Yet, no danger did not mean he would be bored. He would learn a lot of magic, meet a lot of people, and also he would have plenty of adventures. With so many secret passages in the castle, so many places to explore and the Forbidden Forest (which he knew was forbidden, but he heard classes happened there sometimes), just thinking about it created goose bumps on his skin in glee.

“But… The bombs, and you remember what happened to Beauxbatons.”

What had happened to Beauxbatons he had only heard in passing. Whispered conversations by the adults with the look of horror and shock on their faces. He could assume because of their reaction no one expected whatever to have happened to happen to the school, or any magic school to begin with. Yet, the German muggles knew about Wizards. That was the problem.

The bombs were another matter. He knew why his father would be afraid of those things. He had, and was still afraid of them. It was difficult not to be considering that they did not discriminate when it came to who they killed. They destroyed buildings, homes, and people simply with a whistle and finally one impact. Fire, and shrapnel affecting everyone in a certain radius. He had been scared, but when he had gotten separated from his father he knew he should not panic. Should not cower in a corner simply because that looked safe, because doing that would be giving up. Although he knew this, the mention of the bombs made his eyes widen and mouth open in an attempt to speak, a reflex reaction to reassure his parents he would be fine if that happened. He had been fine then. It had been scary, but it had all worked out. He had found his father, and he had recounted his adventure with an excited naiveté hoping to ease his own father’s distress.

Yet, he had to stop himself. His parents were still talking about him and making their decision. If Adam stopped them now, they would not continue until he was gone, then he would not know the outcome.

Taking a deep breath, he attempted to still himself again. To focus on what they were saying and try to predict how the conversation was going. He needed a plan.

“A better reason why he should go. There is no threat at the castle.”

“But what about what happened to Kristoffer and Quincy? What if…”


The trailing off of his father’s words made Adam furrow his brow. His cousin Quincy, and Cousin Kristoffer were different. They were special because they were not like everyone else. They had both disappeared last summer. Kristoffer had appeared at the end of August, but he was different. He had always been the surly sort to begin with, but he was now angry and his hair did not change colors anymore. He was quieter around Adam also. Quincy was the same, quieter but…

Worse somehow.

His cousin Quincy, had reappeared after Christmas. Adam was not quite certain how describe how he knew Quincy was different, but watching him react with everyone else made him want to cry, even though Adam was really happy that Quincy was back. Perhaps he felt like that because Quincy wanted to cry, he knew what his cousin was. Knew that he was an empath and that he could sense people’s emotions, and also able to manipulate them. He did not think Quincy was doing it on purpose which made him even more concerned. Quincy wanted to cry, but he wasn’t.

He should, because if he didn’t then Adam was going to cry, and in the end he had. His tantrum had caused everyone to leave the room, and his cousin Quincy looking remorseful. He probably should have held in his tears like Quincy had, but he could not do it. Not when he could feel Quincy’s pain and everyone else seemed to be ignoring it.

He would have thought everyone would have respected Quincy, or at least give him as much space as he needed. Everyone in the family had thought he had died, except for his Uncle Aloysius who truly believed his son was alive, and he had been right. Uncle Aloysius was one of those sorts that always seemed to be right also, Adam was not sure if it was because he really was or if everyone in the family thought he was.

All he knew was that he needed a way to be right, or at least get this argument to stop. Uncle Aloysius would know how to do it simply with a look. With the concern on his mother’s face growing as she finally looked at him, acknowledging now he was in the room, he could see she was about to apologize. Right at that moment he could tell she was going to agree with his father and say he should stay home this year. He should stay home, and stay safe.

It was then, Adam made a decision. He knew what he would say and he knew it would break his father’s heart and it was rude, but… He was not going to miss out on Hogwarts. He was not going to miss out on that adventure.

“It’s okay da’... I know you’re embarrassed of me.” He kept his face passive as he looked up, his father looking at him a bit shocked. “I mean, I am a bastard. You probably think people will think badly of me because of that, right?” The wild eyed look appeared on his father’s face and he knew the conversation would not take much longer, “I understand.” A bright innocent smile followed as he took his father’s hand and squeezed it.

That made his father sputter, and attempt to reassure Adam that of course was not the case. Attempting to tell Adam that he was only saying those things because he wanted him to be safe. Again with that wide eyed stare at his father, silently watching and waiting for him to finally come to a conclusion.

In the end, his father had been defeated with one statement.

It was horrible and manipulative what he had done, but he did love his father. He would make it up to him later, but he was not going to miss out on his adventure.



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Personality: Precocious, always one to ask questions first, even if there is no need to ask questions. Always looking to experience the next big adventure, along with meeting new people Adam is not shy. Getting him to talk is rather easy, and there are moments in which he'll go quiet but mostly it is when he knows he is not part of the conversation or considered. Sometimes he will listen through the full thing and then jump in to remind people he's still there, other times he will wait until they realize (which is not often). Mostly, he will just walk off to find something else to do. If they do not have time for him, then there is no reason he should be there. At first meeting he may seem rather hyperactive, and naive. That is not always the case, but he does not mind if people see him in such a way. That is their opinion, and when he surprises them, he likes their reaction. It makes him feel like a super hero, whenever he is able to make someone gape like he did something spectacular when it was a simple action or statement. He is not the sort that likes to cause distress towards people, especially  in a highly stressful situation so he would try his best to diffuse what he could, and if not then he'd act like he was a knight or a hero from a story attempting to forget what was scary or frightening.

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Hogwarts was great so far! Lots of people, lots of things to do, plenty of classes in which he was learning so many different things, it was fantastic. Even better was that he was not the only eleven year old here at Hogwarts. It was not like he had never played with other kids his age, but he would admit that he never thought he could meet so many new faces in one day. He only hoped he would be able to remember everyone’s name while he was here. He was confident he could though, he never had a problem with memorizing people’s names and faces. Of course it was best of they introduced themselves first.

”Hey!”

Adam blinked at the girl that had stopped him. Head tilting slightly to the right and then the left before he smiled broadly at her. It was not often he was approached by an older student. At least he assumed she was older.  His hand extending out towards her in a gesture to shake her hand, “Hi! My name is Adam.” A proper introduction was the best way to make a new friend and this girl was part of the paper. The paper was interesting. They always had new stories, and information in there and well it was there for the people to tell the truth (along with entertain if it could). Her question forgotten as he only seemed to focus on the thought that she wrote for the paper, “The Spellbound paper, right? Is that fun? Why did you choose to do an article on frog legs? Is there something insidious about them? I bet there is. Maybe they don’t get them from actual frogs, or like… actually do you know if frogs can grow their legs back? I know there are lizards that can go limbs back. I think it would be rather cool to grow a limb if it got cut off. Actually… I wonder if a metamorphmagus can grow limbs back… I mean they can do a lot of things that lizards can and change color and like…”

He blinked looking at Astrid before smiling back up at her, realizing that he had not really answered her question, and he was going off on a tangent that was far off topic. Giving a giggle he bit his lip, “Sorry… I got excited. You’re pretty and you’re asking me questions. You want to be friends?”




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Elsewhere Accepted / Adam I. Carlisle - Elsewhere Child
« on: 25/09/2013 at 17:06 »


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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Adam Iason Carlisle

Gender: Male

Age: 8

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Jonathon Carlisle (NPC), and Ramona Pura-Carlisle (NPC)

Residence:
Residential London, England

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.

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Biography:
His parents had not been properly married when he had been conceived. Nothing wrong with that of course (at least to him), because in the end they loved each other and they were his mother and father. Supposedly there was more to the story as to why they had not been married. His father said it was because it took his mother a bit of convincing that he loved her. His mother says it was because she thought his father was an idiot, and still was. He does not understand them sometimes.

They still got together in the end, getting married and making him a little brother. His little brother, Devon, does not seem to do much though. Being only one year old, he does not play with Adam which can get sort of boring, and he cries a lot which can be confusing, but he does know he needs to protect his baby brother.

Protect him from what?

Adam is not sure of the exact answer, but he will do it without question, because that is what older brothers are supposed to do. That is what family is supposed to do.

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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:
He had been told to stay close, and Adam had done exactly that, until he had gotten bored and found himself interested in a butterfly that was flying past. This had not been a bother until he realized that he was not where his father was. Light brown eyes turned to look at his surroundings. Wondering just for a moment how he had gotten to the park, when he had been in the market only moments before. His mother was going to get angry with him because he would worry his father.

It was not like Adam tried to disobey orders, it was just sometimes he forgot about them. Especially when he was bored, or tired, or he had not really understood the directions given. His father always found him though, so he was never really worried about getting lost. He just had to stay where he was until he was found.

A determined nod, the butterfly was forgotten for a moment. Sitting down in the grass of the park, as he was determined to now stay where he was until he was found. No distractions. His gave a nod as if to reinforce this into his mind. It probably would work as long as nothing actively tried to distract him.

”You!”

He gave a sudden start at the yell. Head looking up from the grass blinking at the girl for a moment before tilting his head and studying the girl for a moment. He did not know her, but it seemed like she had called out to him. “Yes?”

"...Do you want to play?"

The idea of not being distracted seemed to have fluttered out his head at those words. A broad smile on his face as he jumped up and ran up to her, stopping just before standing in front of her. Standing up straight and bouncing slightly on his heels he gave his enthusiastic response, “Yes!”


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