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Samuel Wescott

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Name: Samuel Alexander Wescott

Birthday: 1 August, 1949

Hometown: Glasway, Ireland

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): First, second

Biography:
Samuel Wescott was born on the first of humid July. He wasn't his parent's only child and he was constantly reminded by his older sister, Anne. The two were partners in crime until she returned from Hogwarts with a entirely distinguished personality. Shallow jokes they used to make turned into insults and bruises that were unforgettable. Sharing secrets became a thing of the past when Anne left for Hogwarts. She was different, daresay modified, when she came back, he just hoped the same thing wouldn't happen to himself.

Sam's parents were polar opposites, that's what made them work well together. His father was a kind, bighearted man. He was always looking out for everyone except himself, and it seemed to be a quality that Sam picked up as well. When his dad acquired him his early training broom, he was there to watch him stumble and get better. He was a patient fellow. His mother prepared his meals and provided him with advice on how to be a better man, without necessarily giving him the steps. The two rarily got along, and didn't see eye-to-eye on most things, but he had to respect her. Relunctantly.

Living the high life, he had been exposed to witchcraft his entire life. His mother scrubbed the house with magic and their house was even warded against what they designated as outsiders. If there was one thing his parents agreed upon, it was that muggles didn't belong in the world, but he didn't understand their rationalizing. At the age of five, he asked his parents why he couldn't attend school like the rest of the children his age. He couldn't comprehend it, but his parents sought to protect him, both physically and mentally. Getting too attached to the Muggles meant bad news. To Samuel, however, they added a spice of diversity to the wizarding world, and there weren't many wizards to run the globe. It had always been a hazardous subject.

His admission to Hogwarts was nothing extraordinary. There was no ceremonial feast or anything elegant, yet the idea still agitated him. Anne and Sam weren't that different, but they couldn't be placed in the same house. The time without her at home was tranquil, perhaps too peaceful, but it gave him the opportunity to decompress and reflect upon himself. It was much better than fifteen-year-old know-it-all barking at him nonstop. He'd do anything not be in Gryffindor, even psych the Sorting Hat if he had to. He had a plan, not necessary a good one, but it was a plan nevertheless.


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

House Request: Gryffindor

Personality:
Sam's main focus has always been to make people happy, he enjoys seeing smiles on other peoples' faces because it makes him happy as well, he knows what to say to make a person feel better and is persistent. In one word, he can easily be described as a jester, it's like his job to make people laugh and feel comfortable about him. Samuel tries his best to read people emotionally. Like his father, he looks out for others and he'll do anything to make them happy, even if it means physically hurting himself in the process. He is a natural leader, and competition drives him to do better than his opponents.

In school, he tends to slack off and drag others down with him. He know how to grab the attention of others and is a very good distraction. Instead of tackling the problem headon, he finds alternative paths to find his way, he is very unpredictable when it comes to his athletism. Whether it's skiing, or shooting hoops he may not be able to analyze the questions on his homework, but it doesn't take him long to adapt to his surroundings on the field.

While he doesn't have much of a temper, when he gets mad all logic, heart, and instincts disappear and don't return for a while. He's protective of his loved ones and isn't afraid to start a fight. Getting hurt has always been the least of his problems with magic around, when he throws punches, he goes all in. And when he lets go, it takes him a while to return to his perky self. He is a very blunt person. If something isn't right, he won't hesitate to let someone know. He's an outspoken person and quickly makes friends to fight for, and lets his mistakes go. He can't live with his problems forever.


Appearance:
The first thing people notice about Sam is his hair, the tips of his hair are a light brown compared to the deeper shade of brown hair. It was his sister's way of saying hello and dying his hair while he slept. In the dark, it goes unnoticed, and he won't tell anyone but he's beginning to grow fond of it. At the age of twelve, he stands at 5' 3'' (160cm) which is above average for his age. He has a goofy smile and is very photogenic, any chance he gets he's taking pictures of the good times he has with his friends. On the weekends, he enjoys wearing a pear of jeans and his favorite hoodie. His clothing always a slight deodorant smell from it, and it's not because he puts it on. After wearing the same clothing set for more than a week, some odors are bound to get trapped in there, but he simply likes waiting for laundry day.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.

Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

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

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

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



Samuel had put his homework off long enough, it was time to get something accomplished. Much to his demise, he threw his school bag over his shoulder and headed for the grounds, it was a gorgeous day to relax outside in the sun. Sure, there were better places than outside to study, on the grounds, there were so many disturbances like students racing back and forth and the Quidditch Pitch doors that squeak when the breeze shifted it slightly. Somehow, it caught his attention every time. Perhaps he should have went to the library, but it was like he wanted something else to do. Sammy could never be caught reading in a library instead of on the Pitch, but here he was, his schoolbook cracked open and a plume tapping against the page.

A heavy sigh combated with the wind as it swayed the hair he'd just brushed and his eyes began scanning over the page. If he finished now, he'd have the liberty to pass time with his friends, but they were probably out throwing a study gathering in the archives or something. Even then, the word party caused him to drift off. No. He had to finish, but it was going to take an eternity to understand his materials. Maybe a quick little flying break and he would be inclined to work. Or he could just have one of his companions finish in exchange for completing whatever task their little hearts' desired.

Watching the heels of plenty run past him he shut the book and looked up, his eyes following a boy frolicking through the field of flowers. He shook his head and planted his chin on his palm, watching him call out for his rogue rat. Rats were nasty creatures that brought the plague, they were dangerous and they weren't good for anything except a honorable excuse to ditch class. Even then it was still considered lucky to even obtain a bathroom break.

The boy couldn't help but stare at him, even rolling his eyes sneeringly and chuckling with every move he made. At his first sneeze, he jumped a bit, shocked by his dramatization. Another sneeze, and another. Part of him wished he'd stop so he could get try to start his work and fantasize the possibilities of a finished assignment, but he didn't mind getting lost in another distraction. Then finally, the boy seized his rodent. Then the owner stopped, and turned in his direction.

Oh brother, he thought to himself, his eye contact never wavered as the owner proceeded to decrease the space in between them. The guy's words came strong, it reminded him of someone he knew. He had the temerity to approach him after creating that scene, but no matter how hard he wanted to get up and walk away, he took the feather and brushed it against the leather cover.

"Oh, I was staring? My apologies, very hard not to when you're poisoning the wildflowers with your snot." He joked, and as he put his head back down to continue working, he smirked to himself. There goes his study time. Oh well, he'd get a friend to worry about his work, someone that actually knew about the subject.

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Hi Samuel, welcome to the site!

Your application looks great so far, there’s just a couple of things we’ll need you to edit before we can get you accepted.

Firstly, you record Samuel’s birthday as 1 August but at the start of your biography, you mention that he was born on 1 July. If you could change either the recorded birthdate or edit the biography to ensure that the date is consistent, that would be great!

Secondly, in your RP sample, some of your narrative could be construed as powerplaying Hugh. Although this is just a sample and Hugh isn’t played by a real person, for the purposes of the sample, we ask that players assume he is another actual player. In your response, you write:
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Then finally, the boy seized his rodent. Then the owner stopped, and turned in his direction.

Oh brother, he thought to himself, his eye contact never wavered as the owner proceeded to decrease the space in between them.

The bits I’ve highlighted in bold could be seen as powerplay, as Hugh never mentions catching his rat or coming closer in his post, he only mentions standing up, looking at, and speaking to your character. If you could remove the bolded parts to ensure that no potential powerplay is written into your response, that would resolve this issue.

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. Thanks!
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Samuel Wescott

    (04/08/2020 at 15:20)
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Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Samuel Alexander Wescott

Birthday: 1 August, 1949

Hometown: Glasway, Ireland

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): First, second

Biography:
Samuel Wescott was born on the first of humid August. He wasn't his parent's only child and he was constantly reminded by his older sister, Anne. The two were partners in crime until she returned from Hogwarts with a entirely distinguished personality. Shallow jokes they used to make turned into insults and bruises that were unforgettable. Sharing secrets became a thing of the past when Anne left for Hogwarts. She was different, daresay modified, when she came back, he just hoped the same thing wouldn't happen to himself.

Sam's parents were polar opposites, that's what made them work well together. His father was a kind, bighearted man. He was always looking out for everyone except himself, and it seemed to be a quality that Sam picked up as well. When his dad acquired him his early training broom, he was there to watch him stumble and get better. He was a patient fellow. His mother prepared his meals and provided him with advice on how to be a better man, without necessarily giving him the steps. The two rarily got along, and didn't see eye-to-eye on most things, but he had to respect her. Relunctantly.

Living the high life, he had been exposed to witchcraft his entire life. His mother scrubbed the house with magic and their house was even warded against what they designated as outsiders. If there was one thing his parents agreed upon, it was that muggles didn't belong in the world, but he didn't understand their rationalizing. At the age of five, he asked his parents why he couldn't attend school like the rest of the children his age. He couldn't comprehend it, but his parents sought to protect him, both physically and mentally. Getting too attached to the Muggles meant bad news. To Samuel, however, they added a spice of diversity to the wizarding world, and there weren't many wizards to run the globe. It had always been a hazardous subject.

His admission to Hogwarts was nothing extraordinary. There was no ceremonial feast or anything elegant, yet the idea still agitated him. Anne and Sam weren't that different, but they couldn't be placed in the same house. The time without her at home was tranquil, perhaps too peaceful, but it gave him the opportunity to decompress and reflect upon himself. It was much better than fifteen-year-old know-it-all barking at him nonstop. He'd do anything not be in Gryffindor, even psych the Sorting Hat if he had to. He had a plan, not necessary a good one, but it was a plan nevertheless.


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

House Request: Gryffindor

Personality:
Sam's main focus has always been to make people happy, he enjoys seeing smiles on other peoples' faces because it makes him happy as well, he knows what to say to make a person feel better and is persistent. In one word, he can easily be described as a jester, it's like his job to make people laugh and feel comfortable about him. Samuel tries his best to read people emotionally. Like his father, he looks out for others and he'll do anything to make them happy, even if it means physically hurting himself in the process. He is a natural leader, and competition drives him to do better than his opponents.

In school, he tends to slack off and drag others down with him. He know how to grab the attention of others and is a very good distraction. Instead of tackling the problem headon, he finds alternative paths to find his way, he is very unpredictable when it comes to his athletism. Whether it's skiing, or shooting hoops he may not be able to analyze the questions on his homework, but it doesn't take him long to adapt to his surroundings on the field.

While he doesn't have much of a temper, when he gets mad all logic, heart, and instincts disappear and don't return for a while. He's protective of his loved ones and isn't afraid to start a fight. Getting hurt has always been the least of his problems with magic around, when he throws punches, he goes all in. And when he lets go, it takes him a while to return to his perky self. He is a very blunt person. If something isn't right, he won't hesitate to let someone know. He's an outspoken person and quickly makes friends to fight for, and lets his mistakes go. He can't live with his problems forever.


Appearance:
The first thing people notice about Sam is his hair, the tips of his hair are a light brown compared to the deeper shade of brown hair. It was his sister's way of saying hello and dying his hair while he slept. In the dark, it goes unnoticed, and he won't tell anyone but he's beginning to grow fond of it. At the age of eleven, he stands at 5' 3'' (160cm) which is above average for his age. He has a goofy smile and is very photogenic, any chance he gets he's taking pictures of the good times he has with his friends. On the weekends, he enjoys wearing a pear of jeans and his favorite hoodie. His clothing always a slight deodorant smell from it, and it's not because he puts it on. After wearing the same clothing set for more than a week, some odors are bound to get trapped in there, but he simply likes waiting for laundry day.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.

Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

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

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

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



Samuel had put his homework off long enough, it was time to get something accomplished. Much to his demise, he threw his school bag over his shoulder and headed for the grounds, it was a gorgeous day to relax outside in the sun. Sure, there were better places than outside to study, on the grounds, there were so many disturbances like students racing back and forth and the Quidditch Pitch doors that squeak when the breeze shifted it slightly. Somehow, it caught his attention every time. Perhaps he should have went to the library, but it was like he wanted something else to do. Sammy could never be caught reading in a library instead of on the Pitch, but here he was, his schoolbook cracked open and a plume tapping against the page.

A heavy sigh combated with the wind as it swayed the hair he'd just brushed and his eyes began scanning over the page. If he finished now, he'd have the liberty to pass time with his friends, but they were probably out throwing a study gathering in the archives or something. Even then, the word party caused him to drift off. No. He had to finish, but it was going to take an eternity to understand his materials. Maybe a quick little flying break and he would be inclined to work. Or he could just have one of his companions finish in exchange for completing whatever task their little hearts' desired.

Watching the heels of plenty run past him he shut the book and looked up, his eyes following a boy frolicking through the field of flowers. He shook his head and planted his chin on his palm, watching him call out for his rogue rat. Rats were nasty creatures that brought the plague, they were dangerous and they weren't good for anything except a honorable excuse to ditch class. Even then it was still considered lucky to even obtain a bathroom break.

The boy couldn't help but stare at him, even rolling his eyes sneeringly and chuckling with every move he made. At his first sneeze, he jumped a bit, shocked by his dramatization. Another sneeze, and another. Part of him wished he'd stop so he could get try to start his work and fantasize the possibilities of a finished assignment, but he didn't mind getting lost in another distraction. Then the owner stopped, and turned in his direction.

Oh brother, he thought to himself, but his eye contact never wavered. The guy's words came strong, it reminded him of someone he knew. He had the temerity to approach him after creating that scene, but no matter how hard he wanted to get up and walk away, he took the feather and brushed it against the leather cover.

"Oh, I was staring? My apologies, very hard not to when you're poisoning the wildflowers with your snot." He joked, and as he put his head back down to continue working, he smirked to himself. There goes his study time. Oh well, he'd get a friend to worry about his work, someone that actually knew about the subject.

→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Samuel Wescott

How did you find us?: The wonderful Elsbeth Blaine!

* Ella Galanis

    (05/08/2020 at 14:21)
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Dear Mr Wescott,

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

Term begins 1 September 2020. 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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