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Archived Applications / Student application
« on: 01/12/2016 at 22:18 »
Application for Hogwarts School


→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Jack Keddle

Birthday: 9/14/1999

Hometown: London, England

Bloodline:  Halfblood

Magical Strength :
 Charms

Magical Weakness :
Divination

Year (pick two):
7 or 6
Biography:
He was born on September 14th, 1999. His mother died giving birth but his father John keddle was a wizard with hope for his son.  As Jack grew older he became more and more obsessed with his fathers life as a wizard. He began to watch his father in secret while his father practiced his magic. One day when he was six years old he was watching his father preform incendio to light the fireplace, burn papers, and light candles. He took a step too close and a floorboard squeaked. His father panicked and casted incendio on Jack. The left side of his face burst into flames. His father quickly put out the flames and tried to heal his son but he couldn't remove the scars. Jack never blamed his father. But as the years went on they grew further and further apart. At the age of eight his father was driven mad by guilt and was sent to St. Mungo's. On Jack's eleventh birthday he received two letters one permitting him to learn at Hogwarts and one from St. Mungo's.  His father had burned himself alive. Jack always claimed that he had moved on but deep down he felt like it was his fault. He spent his first three years at Hogwarts with no friends. His fourth and fifth year he had the opportunity but never took it. He hopes to gain some friends this year.

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

House Request: Slytherin

Personality:
He is very smart but is destracted by the guilt he feels about his father. He is a very secretive person who likes to spend his days alone remembering his father.  He is not very emotional. He tries not to interact with too many people and has social anxiety.

Appearance:
He is tall with long, wavy, dark brown hair and his skin is very tan. He has a deep voice but sensative green eyes. He is skinny but still muscular. He has a large scar on the left side of his face from an incident with fire. He finds this scar a little embarrassing and is very shy because of it.

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

Option I:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

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


Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

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

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

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

Option one. "Hello" whispered a voice from the shadows.
"Please don't come any closer" said the voice.
The speaker stepped out of the shadows revealing his scarred face and beautiful green eyes.
" I want to be alone right now"
A tear rolled down his cheek. He drank a potion and instantly disappeared and the sound of footsteps disappeared not long after that

→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous):
Jack Fiddlesworth (not accepted yet)

How did you find us?: google search

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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Jack Fiddlesworth
Gender: Wizard
Age: 36
Blood Status: Pure-blood

Education: 
Graduate of Hogwarts (Slytherin)

Residence: Apartment in London

Occupation: Retired

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
I don't really have any plans yet but you never know.

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Exceptional Levels form here.
Charms: 11
Divination: 6
Transfiguration: 8
Summoning: 7
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No thank you

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
None

Biography
Mr Fiddlesworth is a wizard who likes knowledge. The more knowledge he has the more powerful he feels. He will try any methods necessary to learn all that he can in this life. His real goal is to find a (hopefully) non-dark magic way of obtaining immortality. This way he can learn everything possible. Unless he needs supplies for his work, food, or just some fresh air he is very secretive and will spend his days in his apartment working tirelessly under a disillusionment charm. He likes to study and work because he knows that once he finds a way to immortality he has the rest of eternity to rest. When he was a child both his parents were killed by a wizard who was looking for a cure to lycanthropy. Ever since he has been been quiet and has never had many friends. And ever since his graduation from Hogwarts he has been searching for two things, immortality and a way to bring back his parents. He hopes he can find a way to do these things without the use of the dark arts but if there is no other option he will resort to even the darkest of magic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Two. The person reveals himself and it is the wizard Jack Fiddlesworth. He looks especially grumpy today. He tells Joshua that if he ever touches him again he will blast him all the way to hogsmead. He then, without another word walks away and disappeared into the snow.

OTHER
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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Jack Fiddlesworth
Gender: Wizard
Age: 36
Blood Status: Pure-blood

Education: 
Graduate of Hogwarts

Residence: Apartment in London

Occupation: Retired

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
I don't really have any plans yet but you never know.

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Exceptional Levels form here.
Charms: 11
Divination: 6
Transfiguration: 8
Summoning: 7
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No thank you

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
None

Biography:
I am 27 years old and a bit of a psychopath but I grew up with Harry Potter. I love it as much as Trump loves walls.  Which is a lot. I have always wanted to live in that world.  I have an amazing life. I have two dogs and a beautiful girlfriend. But I would honestly give all of it up to go to hogwarts. It has always been my dream to be a wizard and I think it always will be. This is an amazing site as far as I can see. It is practically making my dreams come true. It's like magic...yeah that's right I've got a sense of humor too I'm a full package. I don't have any way of counting these words other than by hand and that's just not going to happen because it's late and I'm too tired to even try that so I'm just going to hope.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Two. The person reveals himself and it is the wizard jack Fiddlesworth and he turns Joshua into a frog

OTHER
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