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« Last post by Lyn Renn on 09/10/2023 at 06:49 »
14th of february, 1967
vesper's bedroom "You're getting what?" He heard her correctly. Rising from his rested position, bare chest against her soft mattress, Lyn gave her the most incredulous look he'd likely ever given someone. Mainly because he'd seldom offer anyone the ability to warp his presentation, even in the faint quiet that existed in the dark room they shared. She repeated it, as if the repercussions of what she was admitting to him wasn't contradicted by what they had gotten into that evening and what had him lying there beside her in the first place. "Not tomorrow, or anytime soon, but it's going to be arranged for me." Lyn stared unblinking in the direction of her voice. The moon was dead that evening, leaving only the light stars and the faraway streetlight to be the only thing that lit her form for him to see. Still, he was quite sure she could feel the look he was leveling at her. "What? Did you think we'd keep doing this forever? We're not teenagers anymore, Llywelyn." He hated when she used the entirety of his name. She knew that and used it anyway. Processing everything in his mind had him left him tumultuous. No, he did not expect them to keep doing this forever. And honestly, it took a lot of coaxing and manipulation on his part to even get here. Vesper had always been a constant. Whenever he felt that pinching need for companionship, that itch that he'd need someone else to scratch, he could depend on her to welcome him into her world and let him out the moment he could pick himself up from whatever depths his spirit had sunk into. Lyn wasn't about to wait for the morning. He turned, shifting his hips into flipping his body away from her and rising off the bed in the same motion before he went about gathering his things. She laughed. All of it went unsaid. How often they looked into each other's eyes and realized the kinship that existed there. Mirrored spirits, too conceited to speak it aloud. The many times he'd stumble upon her door because he knew he could and how little they would speak on their lives, what was happening, as if it hardly mattered in those moments when there were more pressing matters to get through. As if taking the time to brush past the shallowness of their engagements might ruin it, or at least take up time that could be put for better use. For a second, he paused to think on whether he should toss his name as a suitor. For a second, Lyn wondered if she was making the whole thing up. That she was testing him, trying to find what they actually meant to each other when, in the last few months, he'd made his way to see her more often than he had in all the years that'd passed since they'd graduated. For a second, Llywelyn Ridley Renn thought what it would take for him to ever be happy and if this was where destiny had always been leading him. To this one chance, this one moment, to finally admit that he didn't have it all figured out. He left without a word, leaving the key he'd forged when she'd gotten the place on a nearby table without shedding a second glance in her direction.
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His own nose crinkled at the sound of his father's name on her lips. Not what a teenage boy wanted to hear when his fingertips were trailing over the satiny skin of a girl's thigh. Unfortunately, Ares was teaching her about constellations and Orion was one of the most recognised. There was one way to fix this. He scooted closer to her after she wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and spread his long legs out on either side of her. His chin rested on her shoulder, watching the delicate fingers form not-so-delicate letters on the parchment. As she concentrated on the last couple of names, his fingers traced a path from the middle of the outside of her thigh to just inside her knee. There he lightly formed a capital A with his first finger. Next came the r and before he could get to the e and not an i, Aurora called him out. Ares flashed what he called his Aurora smile (the brighter one that only she pulled out of him) and leaned closer, dragging his nose through her hair before his lips stopped close to her ear. "You're spelling my name wrong." His hand reached around to grasp hers and he guided her through the correct spelling of Ares. At least in his mind. Their combined writing was still a bit messy but he turned his gaze back to her without correcting or commenting on anything. "Besides, I could still hear Dad's name on your lips. I needed to hear you say mine." His eyes dropped to her full lips.
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Option #4
Code courtesy to Jaxie (Willow Foxglove & Co.) who has already allowed usage of their code to the public and has given permission to add it to the sample introduction codes thread. Thank you! Your Name This is where you can put as much or as little information about you as you want! You can include a list, or whatever. It'll grow to the size of your content.
The main image up there doesn't have to be 200px tall, just 400px wide. The height is fluid to whatever you think looks best!
Colors to replace:
#f0f0f0 is the gray background color
#000 is the black text and thick border colors
Fonts can be changed/replaced. You would replace 'arial' with another font for the body, and 'governor' for another font for the headings. Character Name Status/Location/Quote, anything!
Age. House or Occupation. Put information about this character here. Character Name Status/Location/Quote, anything!
Age. House or Occupation. Put information about this character here. Character Name Status/Location/Quote, anything!
Age. House or Occupation. Put information about this character here. Character Name Status/Location/Quote, anything!
Age. House or Occupation. Put information about this character here. Character Name Status/Location/Quote, anything!
Age. House or Occupation. Put information about this character here. [div style="width:400px; height:auto; margin:0 auto; background:#f0f0f0; color:#000; font-family:arial; border-bottom:10px solid #000;"]
[img width=400]https://placehold.co/400x200[/img]
[div style="width:400px;"][div style="font-family:governor; font-size:30pt; text-align:center; line-height:120%; border-top:10px solid #000; padding-top:15px;"]Your Name[/div]
[div style="width:350px; margin:0 auto; line-height:150%; padding-bottom:25px; padding-top:10px;"]This is where you can put as much or as little information about you as you want! You can include a list, or whatever. It'll grow to the size of your content.
The main image up there doesn't have to be 200px tall, just 400px wide. The height is fluid to whatever you think looks best!
Colors to replace:
#f0f0f0 is the gray background color
#000 is the black text and thick border colors
Fonts can be changed/replaced. You would replace 'arial' with another font for the body, and 'governor' for another font for the headings.[/div][/div]
[div style="width:400px;"][div style="font-family:governor; font-size:20pt; text-align:center; line-height:120%; border-top:10px solid #000; padding-top:15px;"]Character Name[/div]
[div style="width:350px; margin:0 auto; line-height:150%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:25px;"][center][I]Status/Location/Quote, anything![/I]
Age. House or Occupation.[/center]
Put information about this character here.[/div][/div]
[div style="width:400px;"][div style="font-family:governor; font-size:20pt; text-align:center; line-height:120%; border-top:10px solid #000; padding-top:15px;"]Character Name[/div]
[div style="width:350px; margin:0 auto; line-height:150%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:25px;"][center][I]Status/Location/Quote, anything![/I]
Age. House or Occupation.[/center]
Put information about this character here.[/div][/div]
[div style="width:400px;"][div style="font-family:governor; font-size:20pt; text-align:center; line-height:120%; border-top:10px solid #000; padding-top:15px;"]Character Name[/div]
[div style="width:350px; margin:0 auto; line-height:150%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:25px;"][center][I]Status/Location/Quote, anything![/I]
Age. House or Occupation.[/center]
Put information about this character here.[/div][/div]
[div style="width:400px;"][div style="font-family:governor; font-size:20pt; text-align:center; line-height:120%; border-top:10px solid #000; padding-top:15px;"]Character Name[/div]
[div style="width:350px; margin:0 auto; line-height:150%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:25px;"][center][I]Status/Location/Quote, anything![/I]
Age. House or Occupation.[/center]
Put information about this character here.[/div][/div]
[div style="width:400px;"][div style="font-family:governor; font-size:20pt; text-align:center; line-height:120%; border-top:10px solid #000; padding-top:15px;"]Character Name[/div]
[div style="width:350px; margin:0 auto; line-height:150%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:25px;"][center][I]Status/Location/Quote, anything![/I]
Age. House or Occupation.[/center]
Put information about this character here.[/div][/div]
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Request for Application Roleplay Samples! Freestyle Roleplaying Hear ye, hear ye! The staff team is looking to refresh the roleplay samples in the Student, Elsewhere Adults, and Elsewhere Children applications! It's finally time to let Evangeline find Emma Birch, for Hugh to clear his plugged nose, to tell Amelia that she can get up on her own two feet, and finally (finally!) play with tiny Janey Hurst. Why do we need them? Staff members use replies to the roleplay sample to check for adherence to our site rating and site rules, such as no powerplaying. What better way to keep applications interesting, than by refreshing prompts that have been place for years? What are we looking for? We're looking for roleplay samples suitable for applications. What we are looking for is a roleplay sample that encourages applicants to show some of the character's traits and personality when they reply. It should be treated like a starter post, leaving the response open-ended so new members to our site applying for the first time have something to reply to. You can write as your own characters or as NPC characters. Freestyle! When ready with a roleplay sample, post it to this thread!What do I get out of this? We're happy to award +5 Gringotts points per Roleplay Sample, up to a max of 3 submitted samples per player. You're free to submit more if you have the inspiration! Preferably, we'd love to see one of each (Student, Adult, Children) but whatever you have muse for, go for it! How do selections happen? The staff will review all submissions and determine which prompts make it into the new application templates. We appreciate any and all submissions we get though! A big thank you in advance for anyone willing to submit a sample! Please don't feel any sort of way if your submission doesn't get put in. Believe us, we'd love to put 7+ options in each of the templates, but that might be much! How long do I have? These submission requests are open from now until November 15th. Gringotts points will be awarded at the end of the following summer term in December. I'm ready to submit a sample! Great! Copy the reply code below and post your response to this thread! If you have any questions at all, please feel free to reach out to any member of our staff. [b]Sample Type:[/b] Student / Elsewhere Adult / Elsewhere Child
[b]Characters involved (full name):[/b] Names or N/A
[b]OOC Permissions (if writing about another played character):[/b] Yes or N/A
[b]Body of Sample:[/b]
All the writing goes here.
Must be at least 300 words.
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« Last post by Lyn Renn on 08/16/2023 at 03:17 »
a few hours after this
7th of august, 1966
kitri's flat "Open the damn door, Kitri!" The slur in his words, even those simple five, wasn't lost on him. This was probably a bad idea. It'd occurred to him on the walk over, even more, when he'd realized he'd be too drunk to pull off an apparition, and a degree higher when he'd missed a step and fallen elbow first climbing the small uprise to her door. His hand felt numb. He wasn't exactly sure how many times he'd banged on her door, or how many times he'd pleaded for her to open it. Lyn just knew he needed to fix things. She wasn't someone he was ultimately willing to let walk out of his life. That was what he'd decided to go with back during dinner, although a far more sober decision than the one he was currently making when he'd chosen his pride over her. "What do I have to say? I said I'm sorry already. I'm not, just, open the goddamn door!" The number of different inflections, tones, and degrees of volume in a single stream of words told the entire story. The act of this itself, for him at least, felt like more than he had ever done for another person before. It should be enough. He'd let all the rest go. All of his other relationships. All of his other connections. And he'd accepted it with the same level of dismissiveness. A memory he could look back on and enjoy the bits he liked without giving the reason there wasn't any deeper acknowledgment. "Shit, I–" He threw up on her front door. It was the last time he'd see it, he figured, when he gave it a hard kick that left his toes bruised and walked off. What Llywelyn Ridley Renn would fail to realize, what he would need to if he'd ever mature out of the shallow cocoon of irredeemable hubris that he wallowed in, was that his perceptions of enough were never going to be enough. Not for those that deserved far better than him.
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seven...
early june before camp
"Wait, Da, don't loosen that yet--" Screeeeech! " DA!" Dienne watched, groaning, as the shock absorber assembly fell down entirely, dropping spring, press spring, nut and covers onto the workshop floor, rolling somewhere around the two Orellanas. Ben Sr. stared, sheepish, wrench held in almost shame. "... Sorry, Dienne." Dienne dropped to her bum beside her Da, plopping the immense car manual on her lap. She nudged him reproachfully and jutted her chin out to tell him to get the pieces together. "We'll be alright. There's a diagram for how they go back together." Ben crawled back out from under the car, piling the pieces beside his daughter. He leaned back on his hands--a common posture his son had obviously inherited--tucking his legs under the frame of the partially disassembled car. He waited patiently as Dienne read furiously, flicked page to page, and tried to scribe notes onto her journal. The Quidditch coach watched his eldest daughter give up on her notebook and instead jot directly into the margins of the manual, lips pursed in study. "... Do you want me to start on the wheel of the right side?" Ben offered patiently. "Mmm." She murmured, flicking another page. Ben got up, snagging the sockets and power tool. He wandered around the car to fiddle with the tire bolts on the opposite side. Quietly, the father and daughter duo worked. One, trying to be useful, especially with cheating in using his magic to levitate the red, rusted automobile to manageable heights without a car lift. The other, concentrating and forcing herself to remember all the pieces her father showed her as he disassembled the suspension at her instruction. Here was a steering knuckle. There was another shock absorber. Bushings. A universal joint. Dienne's workshop was an innocent looking shed in the backyard of the Orellana residence. Enlarged like all magical spaces, somehow they'd fit the car inside, as well as the various little hobby items Dienne had tinkered with over the years. A sewing machine. Disassembled Muggle toys, electronics, motors, bikes. Now, a majority of the space was taken up by the car rebuild. The workbench was cleared and all parts laid out like some well-organized autopsy of the vehicle. At some point, Ben crawled beneath the car to lay beside his daughter. Curly hair sweaty, he leaned on an elbow to grin at Dienne. "Are you intending to eat lunch any time soon, sweetheart?" Familiar brown eyes glanced over at him, a silent plea. She was chewing on what the next steps of the plan would be. More diassembly or to fix what they had taken apart already? "A couple more minutes?" It'd already been a half hour since he last asked, and an hour since his own wife Ninon had popped her head in curiously. Ben smiled and ruffled her grease streaked hair. Dirt covered his own jeans, tee shirt, and left marks on his face. His even more involved daughter was in no better shape. The two of them, a mess that Ninon would issue into a shower before they set foot in the house. There was still sun out. And even if there was no sun, there was light, magic and not. They only had a couple weeks together before she'd have to prepare camp and be gone for two months. Like he'd said that morning: "Take your time, Dienne."
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six...
end of school year, train ride home
He slid onto the bench across from her on the train, visiting. "You went for counsellor?" "Yeah." She tipped her head back against the bench. "I have no idea why." Benji laughed. "I thought you hated the thought of looking after camp." She grumbled something in agreement. He stretched his legs out to prop his feet next to her, folding his hands behind his head, grinning at her. "You're so screwed." "Bite me." "No can do. I've gotta be on my best behavior for the Ministry." She flipped him the bird. "... I can't believe I'm stuck doing this." She groaned. "Da's gonna be disappointed. He thought you'd be working on that car with him all summer." Dienne jolted upright. "Shit! I didn't think about that!" Benji arched an eyebrow. "You didn't think about your prize? The thing Da and I spent so much time looking for as the perfect Christmas present for you?" She kicked him. She very well knew Benji had little to do with their father scouring used garages for a decent fixer upper car. "I was thinking about the counsellor perks. I can do magic while I'm at camp, if I volunteer as counsellor." "You can do magic at school. So?" "It's not the same." Benji shook his head. He crossed his arms over his chest and studied Dienne. "Alright, well... Are you going to take advantage of the other counsellor perks too?" "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean." "I don't." "Dienne... The perks. Curfew? Authority? Maybe a party or two?" Dienne tipped her head back and stared at the ceiling, releasing a disgusted sigh. Benji grinned. "Don't knock it til you try it, Dienne. You've gotta have some fun on top of all the weird, obsessive, boring shit you do." "Oh, piss off Benji."
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five...
great hall, morning of OWLs
Crack. The swears that escaped the Slytherin prefect's mouth caused several students to snicker around him. He clasped a hand to the back of his head, cursing at the stinging pain, and whipped around to glare at his sister. "Wake up." She said simply. The words that rumbled out of his chest made Dienne snort. She slapped down a mug before him and slid onto the bench next to him, raising an expectant eyebrow. "I thought you were taking OWLs seriously?" She taunted. He snatched up the coffee and drained it, staring mutinously over the rim at Dienne. "I am." "Were you planning to sleep through the first round?" " No." He growled. "Well--" She glanced up at the clock. "--You've got less than an hour." He scraped a hand down his face, letting loose a few more curses. Dienne pushed a filled breakfast dish towards him, and another coffee. "Mum's paying me to make sure you don't bail on your exams. So, eat up." "Mum needs to mind her damn business and--" "You want me to write her that? I can. Your funeral." She shook her head as Benji continued to issue swears, stabbing into the hearty breakfast with a vengeance. "... You remember the incantations for color changes?" "Colovaria." "Growth?" "Engorgio. And for shrinking, Reducio." "What's the translation for sticky texture?" "... Stickeus?" "Lentus, Benji!" She quizzed him through the rest of the hour, watching him carefully consume breakfast and his second coffee. Her brother's shoulders gradually relaxed as he answered more and more, not realizing he answered correctly when she circled back to the difficult ones. "... Don't you dare tell Mum anything." Benji threatened her at the bell, standing up with resigned acceptance. Dienne pinched his leg. "Not a chance. She said she'd give me sickles for the effort."
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four...
after the gryffindor-slytherin game
He'd been whisked up to the Hospital Wing following the game, fed the necessary potions and spells to recover from any concussions or neck damage, and put to rest. He'd gotten the news from some visitors that, as expected, Slytherin lost the game. After shooing anyone who actually cared away--likely not many, because most knew Benji was hearty like a horse--the Slytherin had promptly fallen back to long needed sleep. Benji blinked awake much later, bleary, swiping crust from his eyes. Dienne dozed against his bedside. Arms and ankles crossed, head tipped against the wall. He flung out a hand to tap her knee. "What are you doing here?" Benji asked drowsily. "Go to bed." "Benji." She mumbled, blinking awake in a similar manner to her brother. She stretched her legs out further. "You're alive." "Of course I'm alive. There'd be a funeral right now if I wasn't." Dienne closed her eyes, tapping her head against the wall gently. "I didn't help you." "Help me? Please." "... I didn't cast any magic..." "Dienne, you're half asleep." Benji smacked her knee again. His sister drifted away against the cool wall again. Benji shook his head. With a groan and a stretch, he levered himself out of bed. His sore shoulder and chin twinged, but a quick sip of the pain relief potion one of the volunteers left on his bedside table solved that quickly. A glance around told him a few other players were in other beds, but most patients were asleep. Benji glanced back towards his sister. She was asleep. With a sigh, mentally making a note to figure out what the hell was up with his sister now, Benji threw back his sheets and stood. "C'mon. If you're not planning to head back to Gryffindor tower..." With careful tugs, he dragged his sister's prone form onto the bed. An eyeroll at her resistance and more shoving than gentle pushing, he got her curled up into the space he'd just left. Benji propped his hands on his hips and shook his head at the third year lioness whose face scrunched up in grumpy discontent. "What a drama queen." He snorted. Leaning over, he pulled the blankets and sheets until they carelessly covered her head, then wandered off towards the volunteer's area to pilfer supplies: coffee, snacks, and the funny comics stashed to wile away boring late shift hours. He'd head back to Slytherin dungeons in a bit, and let his sister figure out how she'd ended up sleeping in the Hospital Wing.
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three...
late night, top of the astronomy tower
Dienne started coughing. "Ugh! You--" She spit over the edge of the rooftop, trying to clear the ash taste in her mouth. " Why do you keep smoking those?" Benji laughed, spinning the cigarette in his fingers as he watched Dienne wipe tears off the corner of her eyes. "I told you they're nasty," Benji provided, smirking. He held out his free hand to take back her cigarette. She pulled it back to her chest, glaring at him. "I'll finish it." She'd been the one to demand he let her try anyway. Shaking his head chuckling, Benji stuck his cigarette back in his mouth and returned to lounging on top of the roof edge. Dienne took another hesitant inhale, grimacing, but determined. Anyone looking would only see flickering red embers and the silhouette of two siblings talking softly with each other into the late night. One, a prefect, pretending to patrol. The other, a sister, tagging along with her older brother who was still plagued by insomnia.
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