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Orleanna Crowe:

Application for Hogwarts School

→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name:
Her full name is Orleanna Mae Crowe, but she goes by Orlie. She also occasionally, though less frequently, goes by Orla or Leannie.

Birthday:
Orlie was born on February 23rd, 1947...

Hometown:
...in Crieff, a Scottish market town in Perth and Kinross.

Bloodline:
As of now, Orlie believes herself to Muggleborn, and identifies as such. However, the truth of her blood status is a little more complicated, with her father being a squib from a Pureblood family and her Muggle mother having a few family members in her distant ancestry.

Magical Strength (pick one):
Orlie's found that she has a knack for Divination, which relies on feeling, intuition, and natural ability...

Magical Weakness (pick one):
...while she struggles with Transfiguration. Unsurprising, since it requires great focus, and Orlie doesn't exactly have that in spades.

Year (pick two):
Second or third.

Biography:
All things considered, Orlie is a very happy young lady. Her house was always full of love, and she was always dearly doted on. However, that doesn't mean her life was without hardship.

Orlie never knew her father. Her mother had only dated him for about a month, and by the time she learned that she was pregnant, he was already long gone. It wasn't as though he was some monster who abandoned his pregnant girlfriend--their relationship was only only ever intended to be a fling, and the split was amicable enough--but still, Orlie holds a deep seated resentment towards him for, in her eyes, depriving her of a father figure. Little does she know, that's not all that his absence deprived her of.

Suffice to say, if he had been involved in her life, her magical abilities would've been less of a shock.

As it is, Orlie was raised exclusively by her mother, Eileen, and her half-brother, Theodore, who was already eleven years old when she was born. Though, truth be told, it may be more accurate that she was raised exclusively by Theodore. Not for lack of trying on Eileen's part, mind you. She loved both of her children with every ounce of her being, and if she'd had her way, she would've handed them both the earth on a string.

But Eileen was clinically depressed, and had been so for years. Compounding this depression was the painfully long hours she had to work at multiple jobs to even begin to provide for her children. By the time she finished her workday, she was often so physically and emotionally drained that she couldn't find it in herself to spend time with them, and instead would collapse into bed or her favorite arm chair the moment she got home. And so, it fell to Theodore.

Despite these less than ideal conditions, Orlie was a happy child, growing up. There was no one in the world she loved more than her brother, and she blossomed under the attention and support he gave her. Every fleeting hobby, every passing interest, Theodore encouraged Orlie to pursue it, regardless of whether they ever actually panned out into a proper talent. As a result, Orlie grew up to be a confident and outgoing young lady, sure of herself and always looking to try new things.

When Orlie experienced her first instance of accidental magic at seven years old, accidentally alighting the one and only picture Eileen had of Orlie's father and burning his image away, it was Theodore who soothed her, and who soothed her mother. She was still the same Orlie, he told them both. She was the same Orlie, just with...new talents. That's all it was.

Such accidents kept occurring, some more explosive than others, and try as Theodore might to guide her, he was way out of his depth. That was the only reason he let in the representative of Hogwarts School who visited them into the house. They said they knew Orlie had been doing odd things, said they could do the same things and knew of a place where children like Orlie could be taught to control their abilities, said that ideally they would've been there a year (or two) earlier, but that Muggleborns (a foreign word) could sometimes slip through the cracks. While the thought of being separated frightened the whole family, Eileen and Theodore both knew they couldn't deny Orlie the chance to learn more about herself and the things she could do.

With their blessing, Orlie boarded the train to Hogwarts on the first of September, only a year (or two) later than she was supposed to.

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

House Request:
Leaving it to fate!

Personality:
Orlie is the product of a loving home, and it shows in everything she is and everything she does. Outgoing by nature, Piper won't hesitate to walk up to someone who looks lonely, stick her hand out for them to shake, and ask if they'd like to be friends. She's someone who enjoys having companions, and even more, enjoys entertaining those companions and making them happy. She's got a thousand jokes up her sleeve and a million stories in her mind, and she always jumps on the opportunity to share them. Her imagination is vast and nearly endless, definitely her most defining trait, and if an assignment leaves her room for creative freedom, she will almost uncertainly ace it.

For on top of being a little fanciful, Orlie also possess a very bright and curious mind. Despite dyslexia giving her a bit of trouble in an academic setting, she does genuinely love learning, and soaks up information with a fervor not shared by many of her peers. Unfortunately, her curiosity can easily turn into nosiness, and her desire to learn often conflicts with her constant, near manic energy. She likes to be in motion, enjoying physical activity and adventure, and as such, rarely has the patience or attention span required to give schoolwork her full focus. Hopefully, this is something she will learn to overcome in the approaching years.

In addition, Orlie has one particularly troubling flaw, and that flaw is her dependence on being perceived as a happy girl. While most of her positivity is entirely genuine and she is a naturally optimistic person, Orlie is cripplingly afraid of letting people down or making people upset by being distressed herself. This is undoubtedly a result of her upbringing, with her older brother putting so much effort into taking care of her with her happiness being her only reward. If he felt he was doing poorly and that she was upset, it'd crush him, and she couldn't allow that to happen. This dedication to being happy for other people's sake has carried over even now that she's out of her home, and it will take a lot of pushing to get Orlie to admit when she is angry or sad.

Appearance:
Orlie's heart shaped, almost cherubic face and naturally rosy cheeks have garnered comparisons to a little angel, while her upturned nose and cheeky grin have had her likened to a pixie. Regardless of what delicate, fantastical creature people chose to equate her to, they all seem to agree on one thing: Orlie is, despite being trapped in an awkward stage of adolescence, an undeniably adorable young girl. Arguably her best feature is her eyes. Wide, round, and incredibly expressive, they're a vivid cerulean blue color, and always seem to be alight with some new idea or story. They can, however, be a little disconcerting, and she's been told numerous times that her gaze is very intense.

Her hair, a mousy caramel brown, is soft to the touch and often tangled, given how frequently she forgets to brush it. For convenience, she almost always has it tied back into a single, loose braid. As of now, Orlie stands at five feet and two inches tall, with a narrow figure and lithe limbs. The average height for her age is about four feet and seven inches, so while she's a little tall for her age now, the fact that Orlie isn't expected to grow much more likely means she won't be for long.

Orlie's style is very eclectic. As long as it's colorful and comfortable, she doesn't really mind what the article of clothing is. As a result, she often looks like she got dressed in the dark, with vividly bright and wildly patterned pieces of clothing that often clash horribly with each other. But then, given that she's been relying on bargain bins for her clothing much of her life, maybe others should be a little sparing with their judgment. After all, it isn't as though she has a plethora of choices.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

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."

Option 2 | Response:
Orlie's letter was four pages long.

Now, perhaps most wouldn't find that all that impressive. But for Orlie, who used to struggle to focus long enough to write even a single paragraph of summary for her secondary school English classes, four pieces of parchment paper--front and back!--was quite an achievement. Though to be fair, she didn't feel like she could take all the credit. A vast majority of it should go to Hogwarts itself. The school was bizarre and wild and magical that the letter practically wrote itself. There was just so much that she wanted Theo and her mother to know! Even the pages of parchment didn't feel like enough to encapsulate all that she had experienced in the first week alone. Maybe she'd have to up her weekly letters to daily, if she hoped to do Hogwarts even the slightest bit of justice.

She was making her way up from the grounds and towards the castle, choosing to cling to the pride of how much she'd written rather than consider how many sets of stairs she was going to have to climb to reach the owlery, when she spotted him. A boy of indeterminate house (he was faced away from her, so she couldn't see the insignia on his robes), on his hands and knees in the garden. In spite of her eagerness to get the letter sent, Orlie paused, curiosity thoroughly piqued. Was this yet another wizard custom she hadn't yet learned? Before she could think to ask, he whipped around and snapped at her, and Orlie faltered just a little, blinking a few times in surprise at being confronted. If it was a custom, it clearly wasn't one she was supposed to watch.

"Well, I'd say it's probably safe to assume that it isn't very polite to be digging up flowers, either!" Orleanna responded cheerfully, clasping her hands behind her back and tilting her head, eyebrows shooting for her bangs, "Any reason for rooting through the daisies, or...?"

→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous):
None yet!

How did you find us?:
Stumbled across it on the Harry Potter section of Top RolePlay Sites. Haven't ever roleplayed on an open forum, and just rediscovered my incredible love for the series, so figured I'd give it a shot!

Orleanna Crowe:

--- Quote from: Orleanna Crowe on 21/12/2019 at 09:27 ---
Application for Hogwarts School

→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name:
Her full name is Orleanna Mae Crowe, but she goes by Orlie. She also occasionally, though less frequently, goes by Orla or Leannie.

Birthday:
Orlie was born on February 23rd, 1947...

Hometown:
...in Crieff, a Scottish market town in Perth and Kinross.

Bloodline:
As of now, Orlie believes herself to Muggleborn, and identifies as such. However, the truth of her blood status is a little more complicated, with her father being a squib from a Pureblood family and her Muggle mother having a few magical family members in her distant ancestry.

Magical Strength (pick one):
Orlie's found that she has a knack for Divination, which relies on feeling, intuition, and natural ability...

Magical Weakness (pick one):
...while she struggles with Transfiguration. Unsurprising, since it requires great focus, and Orlie doesn't exactly have that in spades.

Year (pick two):
Second or third.

Biography:
All things considered, Orlie is a very happy young lady. Her house was always full of love, and she was always dearly doted on. However, that doesn't mean her life was without hardship.

Orlie never knew her father. Her mother had only dated him for about a month, and by the time she learned that she was pregnant, he was already long gone. It wasn't as though he was some monster who abandoned his pregnant girlfriend--their relationship was only only ever intended to be a fling, and the split was amicable enough--but still, Orlie holds a deep seated resentment towards him for, in her eyes, depriving her of a father figure. Little does she know, that's not all that his absence deprived her of.

Suffice to say, if he had been involved in her life, her magical abilities would've been less of a shock.

As it is, Orlie was raised exclusively by her mother, Eileen, and her half-brother, Theodore, who was already eleven years old when she was born. Though, truth be told, it may be more accurate that she was raised exclusively by Theodore. Not for lack of trying on Eileen's part, mind you. She loved both of her children with every ounce of her being, and if she'd had her way, she would've handed them both the earth on a string.

But Eileen was clinically depressed, and had been so for years. Compounding this depression was the painfully long hours she had to work at multiple jobs to even begin to provide for her children. By the time she finished her workday, she was often so physically and emotionally drained that she couldn't find it in herself to spend time with them, and instead would collapse into bed or her favorite arm chair the moment she got home. And so, it fell to Theodore.

Despite these less than ideal conditions, Orlie was a happy child, growing up. There was no one in the world she loved more than her brother, and she blossomed under the attention and support he gave her. Every fleeting hobby, every passing interest, Theodore encouraged Orlie to pursue it, regardless of whether they ever actually panned out into a proper talent. As a result, Orlie grew up to be a confident and outgoing young lady, sure of herself and always looking to try new things.

When Orlie experienced her first instance of accidental magic at seven years old, accidentally alighting the one and only picture Eileen had of Orlie's father and burning his image away, it was Theodore who soothed her, and who soothed her mother. She was still the same Orlie, he told them both. She was the same Orlie, just with...new talents. That's all it was.

Such accidents kept occurring, some more explosive than others, and try as Theodore might to guide her, he was way out of his depth. That was the only reason he let in the representative of Hogwarts School who visited them into the house. They said they knew Orlie had been doing odd things, said they could do the same things and knew of a place where children like Orlie could be taught to control their abilities, said that ideally they would've been there a year (or two) earlier, but that Muggleborns (a foreign word) could sometimes slip through the cracks. While the thought of being separated frightened the whole family, Eileen and Theodore both knew they couldn't deny Orlie the chance to learn more about herself and the things she could do.

With their blessing, Orlie boarded the train to Hogwarts on the first of September, only a year (or two) later than she was supposed to.

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

House Request:
Leaving it to fate!

Personality:
Orlie is the product of a loving home, and it shows in everything she is and everything she does. Outgoing by nature, Orlie won't hesitate to walk up to someone who looks lonely, stick her hand out for them to shake, and ask if they'd like to be friends. She's someone who enjoys having companions, and even more, enjoys entertaining those companions and making them happy. She's got a thousand jokes up her sleeve and a million stories in her mind, and she always jumps on the opportunity to share them. Her imagination is vast and nearly endless, definitely her most defining trait, and if an assignment leaves her room for creative freedom, she will almost uncertainly ace it.

For on top of being a little fanciful, Orlie also possess a very bright and curious mind. Despite dyslexia giving her a bit of trouble in an academic setting, she does genuinely love learning, and soaks up information with a fervor not shared by many of her peers. Unfortunately, her curiosity can easily turn into nosiness, and her desire to learn often conflicts with her constant, near manic energy. She likes to be in motion, enjoying physical activity and adventure, and as such, rarely has the patience or attention span required to give schoolwork her full focus. Hopefully, this is something she will learn to overcome in the approaching years.

In addition, Orlie has one particularly troubling flaw, and that flaw is her dependence on being perceived as a happy girl. While most of her positivity is entirely genuine and she is a naturally optimistic person, Orlie is cripplingly afraid of letting people down or making people upset by being distressed herself. This is undoubtedly a result of her upbringing, with her older brother putting so much effort into taking care of her with her happiness being her only reward. If he felt he was doing poorly and that she was upset, it'd crush him, and she couldn't allow that to happen. This dedication to being happy for other people's sake has carried over even now that she's out of her home, and it will take a lot of pushing to get Orlie to admit when she is angry or sad.

Appearance:
Orlie's heart shaped, almost cherubic face and naturally rosy cheeks have garnered comparisons to a little angel, while her upturned nose and cheeky grin have had her likened to a pixie. Regardless of what delicate, fantastical creature people chose to equate her to, they all seem to agree on one thing: Orlie is, despite being trapped in an awkward stage of adolescence, an undeniably adorable young girl. Arguably her best feature is her eyes. Wide, round, and incredibly expressive, they're a vivid cerulean blue color, and always seem to be alight with some new idea or story. They can, however, be a little disconcerting, and she's been told numerous times that her gaze is very intense.

Her hair, a mousy caramel brown, is soft to the touch and often tangled, given how frequently she forgets to brush it. For convenience, she almost always has it tied back into a single, loose braid. As of now, Orlie stands at five feet and two inches tall, with a narrow figure and lithe limbs. The average height for her age is about four feet and seven inches, so while she's a little tall for her age now, the fact that Orlie isn't expected to grow much more likely means she won't be for long.

Orlie's style is very eclectic. As long as it's colorful and comfortable, she doesn't really mind what the article of clothing is. As a result, she often looks like she got dressed in the dark, with vividly bright and wildly patterned pieces of clothing that often clash horribly with each other. But then, given that she's been relying on bargain bins for her clothing much of her life, maybe others should be a little sparing with their judgment. After all, it isn't as though she has a plethora of choices.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

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."

Option 2 | Response:
Orlie's letter was four pages long.

Now, perhaps most wouldn't find that all that impressive. But for Orlie, who used to struggle to focus long enough to write even a single paragraph of summary for her secondary school English classes, four pieces of parchment paper--front and back!--was quite an achievement. Though to be fair, she didn't feel like she could take all the credit. A vast majority of it should go to Hogwarts itself. The school was bizarre and wild and magical that the letter practically wrote itself. There was just so much that she wanted Theo and her mother to know! Even the pages of parchment didn't feel like enough to encapsulate all that she had experienced in the first week alone. Maybe she'd have to up her weekly letters to daily, if she hoped to do Hogwarts even the slightest bit of justice.

She was making her way up from the grounds and towards the castle, choosing to cling to the pride of how much she'd written rather than consider how many sets of stairs she was going to have to climb to reach the owlery, when she spotted him. A boy of indeterminate house (he was faced away from her, so she couldn't see the insignia on his robes), on his hands and knees in the garden. In spite of her eagerness to get the letter sent, Orlie paused, curiosity thoroughly piqued. Was this yet another wizard custom she hadn't yet learned? Before she could think to ask, he whipped around and snapped at her, and Orlie faltered just a little, blinking a few times in surprise at being confronted. If it was a custom, it clearly wasn't one she was supposed to watch.

"Well, I'd say it's probably safe to assume that it isn't very polite to be digging up flowers, either!" Orleanna responded cheerfully, clasping her hands behind her back and tilting her head, eyebrows shooting for her bangs, "Any reason for rooting through the daisies, or...?"

→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous):
None yet!

How did you find us?:
Stumbled across it on the Harry Potter section of Top RolePlay Sites. Haven't ever roleplayed on an open forum, and just rediscovered my incredible love for the series, so figured I'd give it a shot!

--- End quote ---
Clarified her blood type a little bit, and fixed an instance where I missed changing her name from Piper (the name she had when I've previously used this character) to Orleanna.

Calypso Ross:
Hi, Orleanna!

I've sent you a PM -- please could you reply to this? We'll then be able to process your application. Thanks!

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