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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Octavius Perrett on 12/11/2019 at 03:17 »
Character name: Octavius Perrett
Face claim (first name last name): Lucas Zuman
Link to accepted application/completed thread: Link!
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Adults & Children / Re: Malik Murphy | Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 11/11/2019 at 22:07 »
Hi, Malik!

Your application looks good, there's just one small thing we'll need you to edit before we can get you accepted.

In your RP sample, you write: 'He held out a pinecone he had foraged earlier and dropped it into the girl’s hand.' This could technically be considered powerplaying, e.g. if Janey's player decides that Janey doesn't want to help Malik and refuses to catch the pinecone. If you could remove the phrase which reads 'dropped it into the girl's hand' and just have Malik hold out the pinecone to Janey, that would resolve this issue.

Once you've made the required change, please repost your entire revised application below, and we'll be more than happy to take another look. Thanks!
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Octavius Perrett - Elsewhere children
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 11/11/2019 at 22:00 »
Accepted!

(I'm assuming that when you mention his mother telling him he's been signed up to Slytherin since he was born, that's family pride speaking, rather than a fact. Also, please bear in mind that while we do try to take preference into account, there is no guarantee Octavius will be sorted into Slytherin once you app him as a student.

Your username is also slightly misspelt -- 'Octaius' instead of 'Octavius'. If you submit a helpdesk ticket requesting a username change, we can fix this for you.
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Adults & Children / Malik Murphy | Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Malik Murphy on 09/11/2019 at 00:53 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Malik Murphy

Gender: Male

Age: 11

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Byron Murphy and Angela Murphy (NPCs)

Residence:
Type your response here - where does your character live?
Gretna Green, Scotland

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:
Calix Glass.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Malik is the only son born to his parents. His mother, a muggleborn witch, works part time at the local university, teaching history of medieval magic. His father, the town’s eccentric hobbyist and blacksmith, specializes in crafting medieval weapons. Although a pureblood, and accomplished wizard, he prefers to work with his hands, and has encouraged his son to do the same. His parenting style is to throw Malik headfirst into the world and see whether he sinks or swims. Malik (thankfully) has the fortitude and personality to delight in such challenges, and revels in the unknown and potentially dangerous. He possesses a carefree, easy charm, and quick wits honed by years of experience usually serve him well in such scrapes.

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:
"You!"

Malik barely heard the voice, consumed by his project of near-perfect construction. The sun warmed the back of his neck as he leaned closer, his eyes narrowed as he added a sliver of wood to the base.

"...Do you want to play?"

He glanced up, his hands hovering above the miniature catapult he was halfway through crafting. He shrugged, his mouth slanting in a smile.

“Sure. I could use the extra hands.” He held out a pinecone he had foraged earlier and dropped it into the girl’s hand. “Hold this will you? You can choose the target to test on while I secure the frame.” He crouched down, fingers careful as he wrapped a piece of twine around the structure.

“Heard you squawking at those boys,” he commented cheerfully, mouth curved in a smile as he nodded his head to the trio of boys zooming about on broomsticks. He glanced at her, the smile bright in his eyes. “How do you feel about a moving target? Think we can pull it off?”


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Elsewhere Accepted / Octavius Perrett - Elsewhere children
« Last post by Octavius Perrett on 25/10/2019 at 02:29 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name:  Octavius Regulus-Titus Purrett

Gender: Male

Age: 11 (to start school next term)

Bloodline:
Pureblood


Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
No

Residence:
Mixed Wizard-Muggle town, 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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Jamie Duncan, Moira Dunca etc.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Octavius lay on the rug beneath the family clock. The pendulum swung in its usual beating. To which he timed his breaths to. Being home during summer was dull. his cousins had all been sent to Hogwarts the years before and now he was the last of the close groups children to take flight. Octavius was a man who would never appreciate his belongings. the beneficial effects of a clock that cried out when guests were on their way or a family member was travelling, enchanted by some old member of the house long gone. It sang praises of the day when tasks were completed but its face was devoid of numerals. Just states of being and safety. For many years, This clock had remained and it would likely do so long after Octavius was done with school.

His mother told him, he had been signed up for Hogwarts since he was born. Just as they had been, and in that also signed up for their house, Slytherin. His hair was growing dangerously long. Sorry brown and common looking, he was not a boy gifted with the good looks of many of his peers. He was gaunt already at the age of ten, a thin nose and sharp chin made him look ready to soar from the sky and pick up nice. He might fit in with his look, The house of those who were cunning. Octavius didn't think too much on it for long.  From his back he turned to his side, then the other in boredom.

'dont just lay about, Octavius, go play.Your uncle sent that play broom.'

Reluctantly he began to stir, a face cast in the direction of the kitchen before his knees made sharp angles, pushed him up to his feet and left him looking toward the door down the narrow hallway.

The door was easy enough to open, but he never had to himself. The house elf, Nixxie often got it for him, bowing graciously as he mumbled thanks and pressed forward into the combed yard. Staunch green hedges obscuring all of the outside world apart from the sounds beyond. He always heard them now, around lunch. Living across the way from a park often led to some interesting insights.

These muggle children were one. Every muggle in the area believed the end of the park to be rounded off by a dangerous gully. The protective charms were well enough to keep them from approaching. Octavian used the opportunity to peek through some of the leaves. To watch them enjoy a game where they kicked a black and white ball into a netted box. One boy, dark of skin kicked the ball too roughly, it shot through beyond the boundary line and rushed towards where Octavius sat.

 A groan.


'Alex! you kicked it too hard. gone now, no way m'ma is going to get us a new one with a second lost to the ditch.'

'sorry.. sorry, what's the count now? two footballs, a cricket bat and a boomerang? ' A second voice rang out.

Octavius looked to the small pile of things he had stashed at the edge of one of his mother's less cared for flower bushes.  they forgot one thing-

'and my toy digger!' complained the first speaker once more.  Octavius had to wonder why something for digging was shaped like a badly curved C.

They were his treasures, things they didn't know were stolen and things he couldn’t return easily. Mother had told him muggles would hate him if they ever found out he was magic. Ever found out he was not like them. They had to live in secret to keep muggle separate. 

But several days later, things changed. A newer looking ball shot through the hedge when he sat outside and, Octavius collecting his courage plucked up the ball. He ran to the other side of the house, to the doorway which met to the street and exited. He was dressed no differently from most boys. Shorts, a white plain shirt and running shoes.

Now, standing in the very same park he didn't know how to address it all. Holding the ball lost a few days prior, the boys looked him down incredulously.

The one he knew as Alex spoke up. ’Ted’s ball… where did you find that?’

Nerves were washed away as he spoke as closely to the truth as he could. “Oh it.. Went through the gully but it bounced down to the house down the hill and..”

He smiled widely.

‘You don't go to school here, right?’ The blonde boy asked, freckles more than skin. ‘Not to eastwood.’

“No.. I just moved nearby.” They seemed to buy it. He offered the ball back.  The game ensued shortly after. The group having invited him to play ‘football’, a game with many rules which he seemed to break whenever the chance arose. By the end, his boots were as muddy as the rest of him. For the next few days, all was well. Bonds were forged with the muggle children, them non the wiser. Sometimes, impressed by the accidental slip of his shots. They welcomed him into their world - strange machines, car fascinations and all and Octavius could not get enough.

It all needed to be kept quiet from mother, father and those who would threaten his new found world.   But hiding his new passion might be harder as it blossoms further.


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:

Ten breaths moved through his chest as he had heard the words. It had been his choice to remain in the park. To look among the many children much younger than him (though, closer than most people he knew in age). The girl was having issues keeping up with the others. The child-safe broom a crux he knew well enough.

Approaching, the boy paused, caught in the headlights of her shout as he had been pulled from his thoughts and thrown into another situation. Did he want to play? The answer, was yes. But the game he had in mind would not involve magic and knowing most of his kind - it might deter them further.

Through a half smile the boy nodded. Approaching closer, a ball tucked under his arm in black and white. He liked football, could even name some of the players from international teams now thanks to his muggle friends help.

“But I dont want to play on a broom.” he spoke, cooly offering forward the ball he had brought with him. “Would you like to play a new game? You have to kick it umm…” he rushed over toward some twigs, picked them up and arranged them like a large open sided rectangle. “Past me, into this box for a point. We can take turns.” he was bubbling with delight.

Maybe, just maybe, she was young enough not to judge.





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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Calliope Amberghast
« Last post by Marina Lamont on 17/10/2019 at 16:54 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8818.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Calliope Amberghast
« Last post by Marina Lamont on 17/10/2019 at 16:54 »
Accepted!
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Elsewhere Accepted / Calliope Amberghast
« Last post by Calliope Amberghast on 16/10/2019 at 12:55 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Calliope Amberghast

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Edward and Penelope Amberghast (NPCs)

Residence:
Harrowdown Hall, Richmond

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

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
N/A

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
S. Nox

Biography:
The second in a new generation of piercing newborn shrieks to echo against the dreary halls of Harrowdown Hall,was born amidst a thunderstorm with the rolling screams of the skies serenading her entrance into the world. Penelope Amberghast peered down at her wailing daughter and named her Calliope for the Greek muse of eloquence, a laboured mother’s exhausted whisper as a fervent prayer for a gift bestowed.

Calliope grew as a child spoiled by life itself, doted on in particular by her paternal grandmother. Aged but powerful, Cosima Amberghast was matriarch of the Amberghast line, stared down into that tiny new innocence and decided she could be shaped into all that Amberghast should be moulded into sweet perfection, and rewarded for every right smile with family secrets whispered into her ear.

Rather than following the footsteps of her brother, a mere ten months her senior, Calliope's eleventh rotation around the sun closed with an invitation to France. She would follow the fairy-tale of her mother’s youth and schooling, once indulgent stories told to the four young Amberghast siblings, and soon to be her future. Beauxbatons Academy was the only acceptable option to sculpt a child of such class. As she grew from child into a teenager, and long tall limbs remained, losing their awkwardness as the years progressed, the girl became more of a sweet china doll at the whim of the matriarch, indulged without consequence, a princess whose brow on which the Amberghast crown might perch.

It was a position which she enjoyed immensely.


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:
The long and quite fashionably French coat had been synched tightly around Calliope’s thin waist. It was a last minute token purchase before she had left Paris to journey home for winter break, signed to daddy’s account with little more than a flourish of her quill and a gentle dimpled smile to the sales assistant. It went impeccably with the silk scarf wound around her threat and it was the only thing protecting her frame from the chill of the positively artic English wind.

“Malachi,” Her voice carried through the wind towards her younger brother as he flew past. She sat nestled on a picnic blanket littered with cushions. Her younger brother, thin and feeble as he always was, and enough so that Calliope indulged these outings, flew another wide circle around her head. He presented an odd halo for the blonde teenager who could rarely be called angelic, “If you fly any slower it’ll be Christmas day before we get home. Worse yet, Indy will come home tomorrow and still claim he’s the fastest of us all.”

Her eyes drifted then, as a bark emitted from a young girl nearby. The sharp urgency of it did nothing to hurry her movements, as her eyes drifted over the slight little thing.

“No,” Calliope replied just as bluntly. Her eyes drifted up to the skinny boy who was now trying to stand on his broom. Erratic, green eyed little fiend. He deserved a pest such as this girl, if only for his sister’s amusement. “Leave me alone and annoy him instead.”   

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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Isabella Flores
« Last post by Marina Lamont on 05/10/2019 at 03:22 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8816.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Isabella Flores
« Last post by Marina Lamont on 05/10/2019 at 03:22 »
Accepted!
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