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Student Applications / ACCEPTED: Elias Daymuth
« Last post by Ella Galanis on Today at 12:53 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted. Term begins on 1 May 2018.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8119.0
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Hogwarts School Accepted / Re: Elias Daymuth
« Last post by Ella Galanis on Today at 12:52 »
Dear Mr Daymuth,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins 1 May 2018. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.


Yours sincerely,

Ella Galanis
Head of Ravenclaw
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Student Applications / Re: Zion Thomas
« Last post by Calypso Ross on Today at 09:01 »
Hi, Zion!

Your application looks good, there's just a couple of things you'll still need to edit.

Firstly, now that you've changed your year preferences, Zion's birth year is now a few years out. She'll have been born in 1939 if she's a third year (or 1938 if she's fourth).

Secondly, in your RP sample, you're still controlling Hugh's rat, which might be considered a form of powerplay. You'll need to remove the following lines from your RP sample before we can accept you:

Quote
She scooped the small animal up.She raised the rat up, examining it close to her face. She stroked his head, deciding that she was going to keep it as a pet.

Quote
holding the rat in her hands as she spied on the boy.

You can definitely have Zion attempt to pick up the rat instead (e.g. 'Zion attempted to scoop the small animal up, hoping she could keep it as a pet'), if that's something you'd like her to do. However, it would ultimately be up to Hugh's player whether his rat allows itself to be caught, so you can't decide whether she actually manages to pick the rat up.

Once you've made the required changes, please repost your entire revised application below, and we'll be more than happy to take another look. Feel free to PM me if you have any questions. Thanks!
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Student Applications / Re: Beatrice Blythe
« Last post by Beatrice Blythe on Today at 00:36 »



Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Beatrice Cassandra-Marie Blythe

Birthday: 7 August, 1942

Hometown: Hutton-le-Hole, Yorkshire

Bloodline:
Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): First, Second

Biography:
Bee’s mother, Lilah Blythe, was young and conspicuously unmarried when she returned to her parent’s farm in the Yorkshire moors in the summer of 1942. Raised by her Muggle parents on a rather remote sheep farm, Delilah was happy to leave home for Hogwarts, and her supportive - though bewildered - parents were proud to imagine the education she would receive. After graduating in 1940 Lilah moved to London, where she took a low-level secretarial job at the ministry and tried to forget her Muggle roots, living a life her more traditional parents would scarcely approve of.

Lilah’s less-than-traditional lifestyle brought her back to Yorkshire - pregnant and without a ring. Despite their disapproval and the judgement of the other locals, Edith and Patrick Blythe welcomed their daughter and then their granddaughter with open arms.

Bee was brought up primarily by her grandmother, as her mother and grandfather both worked - Lilah back at the ministry and Patrick in attempting to sustain his farm. Home schooled by her strict Gram, Bee developed a keen sense of right and wrong, and strongly feels injustice. Bee is a strong self advocator, and will fight for what she needs until she drops. Supplementing her Muggle schooling, her mother taught her some magic as soon as her aptitude emerged. She also picked up more practical skills from her Grandfather and enjoys spending time with the animals of the farm.

Though her grandparents were somewhat apprehensive when she received her Hogwarts letter, Bee is ecstatic to begin school. She hopes to make new friends, as she has had little opportunity to do so up until this point.


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

House Request: Gryffindor

Personality:
Bee is honest to a fault, inclined to kindness but easily angered. Thoroughly ambitious, Bee’s goal in life is to prove herself, but also to make a broader point about halfbloods, as she has long felt anger at the prejudice she and others face.

Appearance:
Bee is short for her age and young for her year, making her feel like she always needs to go one step farther, and willing to fight anyone who insults her height or calls her young.

→ 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 I:

The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.

A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.

The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.

Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.

Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.

If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.

Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.

"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.



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."




Bee loved the flowers of Hogwarts slightly less than the heather of Yorkshire. They were more varied, to be sure, but that color was chaotic and almost overwhelming. Still, they were beautiful, and Bee was happy to escape the grey of the castle.

Quiet was something she hadn’t fully realized her love for until she’d encountered the bustle of the castle. At home, the noises were all from the farm yard, the cries of the sheep and the cows, occasionally the dogs barking at shadows. Here, the noise never seemed to stop. Even here, among the flowers, there was another person. An upper year boy, she realized, who seemed unfamiliar with the use of a handkerchief.

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Wide eyed, Bee shook her head. “I- I wasn’t staring. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.” The older students still scared her, though she had begun to be able to boss the other first years around without terror.
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Student Applications / Beatrice Blythe
« Last post by Chastity OConnor on Today at 00:36 »



Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Beatrice Cassandra-Marie Blythe

Birthday: 7 August, 1942

Hometown: Hutton-le-Hole, Yorkshire

Bloodline:
Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): First, Second

Biography:
Bee’s mother, Lilah Blythe, was young and conspicuously unmarried when she returned to her parent’s farm in the Yorkshire moors in the summer of 1942. Raised by her Muggle parents on a rather remote sheep farm, Delilah was happy to leave home for Hogwarts, and her supportive - though bewildered - parents were proud to imagine the education she would receive. After graduating in 1940 Lilah moved to London, where she took a low-level secretarial job at the ministry and tried to forget her Muggle roots, living a life her more traditional parents would scarcely approve of.

Lilah’s less-than-traditional lifestyle brought her back to Yorkshire - pregnant and without a ring. Despite their disapproval and the judgement of the other locals, Edith and Patrick Blythe welcomed their daughter and then their granddaughter with open arms.

Bee was brought up primarily by her grandmother, as her mother and grandfather both worked - Lilah back at the ministry and Patrick in attempting to sustain his farm. Home schooled by her strict Gram, Bee developed a keen sense of right and wrong, and strongly feels injustice. Bee is a strong self advocator, and will fight for what she needs until she drops. Supplementing her Muggle schooling, her mother taught her some magic as soon as her aptitude emerged. She also picked up more practical skills from her Grandfather and enjoys spending time with the animals of the farm.

Though her grandparents were somewhat apprehensive when she received her Hogwarts letter, Bee is ecstatic to begin school. She hopes to make new friends, as she has had little opportunity to do so up until this point.


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

House Request: Gryffindor

Personality:
Bee is honest to a fault, inclined to kindness but easily angered. Thoroughly ambitious, Bee’s goal in life is to prove herself, but also to make a broader point about halfbloods, as she has long felt anger at the prejudice she and others face.

Appearance:
Bee is short for her age and young for her year, making her feel like she always needs to go one step farther, and willing to fight anyone who insults her height or calls her young.

→ 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 I:

The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.

A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.

The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.

Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.

Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.

If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.

Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.

"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.



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."




Bee loved the flowers of Hogwarts slightly less than the heather of Yorkshire. They were more varied, to be sure, but that color was chaotic and almost overwhelming. Still, they were beautiful, and Bee was happy to escape the grey of the castle.

Quiet was something she hadn’t fully realized her love for until she’d encountered the bustle of the castle. At home, the noises were all from the farm yard, the cries of the sheep and the cows, occasionally the dogs barking at shadows. Here, the noise never seemed to stop. Even here, among the flowers, there was another person. An upper year boy, she realized, who seemed unfamiliar with the use of a handkerchief.

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Wide eyed, Bee shook her head. “I- I wasn’t staring. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.” The older students still scared her, though she had begun to be able to boss the other first years around without terror.
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Student Applications / Re: Zion Thomas
« Last post by Zion Thomas on 24/04/2018 at 16:22 »
Before you begin, please make sure you have created
an account in your character's full name, and make sure you have read and understand the following:

Site Rules | Magical Rules | Our Rating | FAQ

Should you have any questions, please contact an Administrator.





Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Zion Thomas

Birthday: October 14, 1941

Hometown: Bamburgh, Northumberland

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): Third or Fourth

Biography: Zion Thomas was born on October 14, 1941 in a small cottage on the coast of Beadnell beach in Northumberland. She is a halfblood, born to a witch named  Zubi Thomas and a muggle man named Adam Mohamed.

Her mother Zubi was the brightest witch of her age. She was known as an reserved little girl that hardly ever associated with others. During her school years, she attended and practiced at Uagadou School of Magic. Zubi received top marks in Alchemy, where she created a numerous amounts of healing elixirs. that healed her counterparts. After her school days, Zubi wanted to travel the world in search of different magic schools, but her parents wanted her to stay in her village to uphold the family’s darkest legend. Zubi raged a war within her family and village. She fled to South Africa where she met Adam Mohamed. After marrying Adam she went back to her home, where she was shunned by the entire village.

Muggle-born Adam lived in North America his whole childhood life. He was born in Minnesota and later when he was about 10 years old, her moved to California where he lived up into he went to highschool. During his teenage years, he lived in Texas. Adam went to school and became a doctor. Since he married Zubi Hassan, not much is known about his parents and his life in North America.

Zion has seven siblings. She has five older brothers and a younger sister. Her eldest brother AJ works as an Auror for the Ministry of Magic. Abel is in his seventh year at Hogwarts and her twin brothers Zahir and Zach are in their sixth year at Hogwarts. Her youngest sister, Elisha is only 6 years old.

Zion experienced magic at an young age. When she turned 7, she showed her first magical abilities by conjuring a small flower from her hands. Her parents didn't shy her and her siblings away from magic, instead they allowed the to embrace what is yet to come.

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

House Request: Gryffindor
Personality: At first glance, Zion is a quiet, shy girl. Living in the shadow of her older brothers, she grew to like solitary. Once you get to know her and befriend her, she could be the most fiercest, sweetest and bubblist child ever. Zion enjoys reading books (Muggle novels are her favorite). She also likes to pull pranks on other people with her brothers. She dislikes bananas and has a fear of spiders.

Appearance: Zion is a short girl with dark chocolate skin. She has brown almond eyes that coincide with her small, pointed nose. She has dark freckles on her face and hands. that compliments her skin. Zion adores her freckles and every chance she gets, she flaunts them for people to see. She has a jet black pixie cut because she didn't like to tame her previous curly, wild hair.

→ 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):

Number of New Levels Requested:

New Levels Request:

How your character kept up with their studies: Whether your character was still at Hogwarts or left school entirely for a while, tell us how they were able to keep up with their studies and learn about magic, which would allow their levels to keep increasing.

→ 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: The wind blew lightly as Zion sat with her legs criss-crossed in the middle of the row of bright red flowers. She didn't particularly like flowers, but she admired their beauty and their aura of peace and serenity. They smelled wonderful as well. It was a nice day outside and what better day is it to read a good book in the sunlight? She had her copy of her favorite book and she was surrounded by nature. She couldn't have asked for more.

Zion was in a completely different world.

Her eyes was glued to each page of the book as it revealed the dark secrets of the main character. She began to fall in love with him every second. Even though her crush was only a character, Zion believed that he was a model for every single human—no matter what, they will always be a part of you hidden from the world whether it is good as light or bad as darkness.

For a tiny moment, Zion felt relatable. 

The flowers rustled a bit, interrupting her from her thoughts. Zion looked around, searching for another person or animal, but when she didn't see anything, she thought nothing of it.. until it happened again.. and again.

Zion stood on her feet clumsily. She was beginning to get worried that something was out there in the midst of the flowers. The flowers rustled again and although she couldn't hear it, she saw it for the first time.

A cute little grey fellow: a rat.

Zion chuckled lightly at the thought of a small rat attacking her. She scooped the small animal up.She raised the rat up, examining it close to her face. She stroked his head, deciding that she was going to keep it as a pet.

The wind picked up its pace as the flowers rustled again softly. A loud echo bounced through the air and the dirt circled around her.

Zion saw him before he could see. She quietly hid behind the flowers, holding the rat in her hands as she spied on the boy. Zion realized the noise coming from the flowers was the boy walking through them. He wiped his nose. Was he sick? Did he have allergies? He seemed grumpy about it either way.

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
 
He seemed angry at her.

Provoking him seemed to be the last thing she would do.



→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): N/a

How did you find us?: Goggle
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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Simon Bukowski on 24/04/2018 at 14:56 »
Character name: Simon Bukowski
Face claim (first name last name): Cole Sprouse
Link to accepted application/completed thread: http://hogwarts-school.net/summer/index.php?topic=7869.0
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Student Applications / Re: Mathilda Mountbatten
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 24/04/2018 at 01:08 »
Hi Mathilda!

Your application is coming along great and I enjoyed reading it. However there is a problem with your response to the sample RP. While this isn't a real thread, we'd like for you to reply as though it is and pretend that Evangeline will respond back. In your response, you are controlling the other girl's actions, which is powerplaying. Make sure that you only control what Mathilda does and thinks. (If you need some examples of this, check out our Sample Applications.)

Once you've made those changes, please post your entire revised application below and we'll be happy to take another look!
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Student Applications / Re: Zion Thomas
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 24/04/2018 at 00:25 »
Hi Zion!

Welcome to our site! Your application is coming along nicely. I do have a question about your choices for what year you want Zion to be in. You have first, then fourth as a second choice. While we do our best to give everyone their first choice of year, sometimes it's not possible. I wanted to double check that fourth is what you really want, because there's a lot of difference in experiences between an 11 year old and a 14 year old.

Also, I enjoyed reading your sample RP reply. However, it appears you are controlling Hugh's rat. That's a form of powerplaying, since the pet belongs to Hugh, and if this was a real thread, his player might not appreciate that. If you could change your response so you aren't controlling the rat, that would be great!

Once you've made those changes, please post your entire revised application below, and we'll be happy to take another look!
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Adults & Children / Johann Doe | Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Johann Doe on 21/04/2018 at 15:03 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Johann Doe
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Blood Status: Unknown (parents unknown)

Education:
Hapsburg School of the Magical Arts (dropped out before final year)

Residence:
London, England

Occupation:
Self-employed, Freelancer

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
Nope

Requested Magic Levels:

  • Charms: 10
  • Divination: 6
  • Transfiguration: 8
  • Summoning: 8
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Nope

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Gabby and Co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
This is a fictional interview.

Reporter: What is your name?

Johann. Johann Doe.
Reporter: Johann ... So that means ... John Doe.
Yes.
Reporter: You are joking.
I do not have the habit of joking about my name.
Reporter: Ok. What is your real name, Johann?
I do not know. I wasn't given one.
Reporter: Would you care to explain?
In short. I do not know my parents. I was raised in foster care since I was an infant. The lady that raised me, Gertrude, gave me my first name. And her own family name, of course. But I changed it to Doe after I left school.
Reporter: I see. Ok. Why Johann? Did you ask her?
That's easy. I liked listening to Johann Strauss. You see, I was raised in Vienna. And you kinda have the tendency there to bump into classical music. So she gave me the name Johann, since she didn't know what else to call me.
Reporter: Fair enough. Very well then. So you were raised in Vienna. Do you know where you were born?
No, I do not know that either. Gertrude just found me on her doorstep. I guess I could've come from anywhere with a Caucasian population.
Reporter: Wow, I mean. It must be rather frustrating for you.
Well, I would like to know all the details but ... so far, I haven't gotten anything. But I will continue to look.
Reporter: I wish you good luck with that. So ... did you go to school?
When I turned of age, yes, I did. Hapsburg School of the Magical Arts. Gertrude ... I have to say this first. She was a widow. She had no children. Couldn't have any either. I was the only person closest to family that she had. So she provided me with everything. Money, clothes, books, wand, various other school stuff. Everything. She was very good to me. Someone who just happened to land on her doorstep.
Reporter: Sounds like quite the woman. So you said you left school. When did that happen and why?
It was right after the end of my final year. I came back home to find out that Gertrude had been murdered.
Reporter: ... wow ... I am so sorry.
Thank you. I was looking forward to celebrate entering my final year with her. And ... I find out that there was a break-in. Gertrude stumbled on the thief and he killed her. That was when I realized that the school uniform ... it just wasn't fitting me anymore. So I just dropped everything and began searching for her killer. It took me four months, but I found him and caught up to him.
Reporter: Then what happened?
My first impulse was to get revenge on the spot. But then I remembered how good Gertrude had been to me. All her teachings. She didn't raise a murderer. So I just knocked him unconscious and handed him to the authorities, along with all the evidence. He was sent to prison. I just packed up everything and left.
Reporter: Why didn't you keep Gertrude's name?
I felt that it would be best to start clean slate. I wasn't going to forget what I've been taught. But it was time to move and go on my own.
Reporter: What have you been doing since then?
Been supporting myself. Odd jobs here and there around Europe ... Helping people, especially those that couldn't. Nabbing the occasional criminal and handing them to the authorities, before leaving the scene. Not doing it for fame. I simply believe that the wrongs in the world need to be corrected. That is how Gertrude raised me. That I should always do what's right. Never what is wrong. And never accept wrong things as being alright.
Reporter: And now? Do you have a job? Where do you live?
At this time, I am looking for a job. As for living ... More like sleeping. Just any inn or hotel where I can find a proper bed. I am not picky.
Reporter: You don't have an actual residence?
No, I don't.
Reporter: Somehow, after what you've told me, it doesn't surprise me.
No, it really shouldn't.
Reporter: Thank you for your time, Johann. And good luck. Including finding out who you are.
Thank you. Really appreciate it.[/i]

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Roleplay Response:
Johann wasn't a terrible fan of the reporters. Because he preferred to avoid getting his name, his story or both in there. Him not being one about fame and such. Then again, they might be able to find out more about his origins. Reporters were extremely nosy like that and, whenever smelling a good story, they wouldn't let go. And his might be a really good one. Was it really a trade-off that he would accept though? He hadn't decided yet. There might be other options to explore.

He was sitting at a nearby cafe table, fiddling with a sandwich that he had just purchased. That was one half of his lunch. Hadn't decided on the other half. He had watched quietly for a few good minutes as the poor reporter seem to have no chance to get an answer for whatever question she had. People were in such a hurry. It would really only take a minute to stop, answer a question and then leave. Not that big of a deal.

And then the heel gave way. It was bound to happen. Heels on cobble stones, recipe for potential disaster. The shoe rolled off in the vicinity of his table. Regardless of his feelings towards journalists, Johann decided to help out. He took one more bite from his sandwich, swallowed quickly as he grabbed hold of the broken shoe. Then swiftly moved at the distraught reporter's side, offering his free hand. "May I be of some assistance, Miss? Perhaps both with the shoe and ... that question that you want answered."

All that accompanied by a kind smile. Probably the best offer she would get all day.

OTHER
How did you find us? Ezboard, Yuku. Long, long time ago.
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