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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Brutus Razi Birthday: October 23, 1954 Hometown: Dover, England Bloodline: Pureblood Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination Year (pick two): fifth ( preferred ), sixth Biography: From the start Brutus Razi was on a path to greatness, but that would be the last thing he’d tell you. As the first born child of Quintus and Milburga Razi it was known he’d be taking over his fathers part of the business when he grew up. Even if his siblings proved to be better than him, their future was determined with him inheriting the family business. A business that operated in trade of the finest procured animal parts for potions, and the occasional magical artifact. According to his father anything could be bought and procured for a price with their business being making those transactions happen for the right customers. For him Hogwarts was about making the right connections and developing the correct reputation. In his first year he tried to be like his cousins who had parents who worked in the ministry and more reputable wizarding establishments. Like them he tried to make friends with the children of the right pureblood families, but in many cases saw their eyes downturn towards him. It was as if they were saying he wasn't good enough, which made him try harder. Then his father asked him the value of those friends based on the simple fact that he’d be taking his place in the family business. A place that meant one was needed to be respected or even feared - but not liked by most. As the majority of the customers who dealt in the illegal trades of the wizarding world refused to associate with those they did business with. The more friends of stature he gained the less customers he’d potentially have later. By his second year he looked at his friends and realized only a few would stand by his side. Of those few he kept, along with a few students who had abilities that might be worth recruiting later. Others he purposely kept as acquaintances as their families had the potential to be future customers. As his father said it was more important to build up a few good friendships and a reputation that would stand the tests of his future occupation. Which if his father was any indication meant at least one trip to Azkaban - or a close call with such that would be just as publicly damaging reputation wise. He found his stride in his third year and continued it further. He built his reputation easily. In his early years he picked a couple of the weaker older years and bullied them enough he claimed some level of dominance. He almost encouraged his third cousin Tigran complain about him, and fueled it by locking Tigran in a broom closet occasionally when people started calling him soft. Little did Tigran realize it he continued that dominance by giving anyone who messed with any of his cousins, Tigran included, worse treatment. Of his cousins, Tigran was the only one he bullied with due to the boys lack of standing even within the family due to his squib parents and siblings. Though it was mostly due to his fathers advice as his other cousins needed to see a show of dominance somehow, but childhood quarrels of those with high station in the family could be risky. As his father often reminded him sometimes those in the family of higher station forgot it was people like them in the background that kept them up there. An insult a day kept those unworthy of his time away, and likely in slight fear of him doing worse than saying something insulting. His grades at Hogwarts were a formality, but even then he had his cousin Tigran do enough of his homework that his grades were acceptable. Though as he watched Tigran complete both their assignments, he was confident his cousin could have raised his grades to exceed expectations if he asked - he never would. The point for him was to get out of Hogwarts as acceptably average, so it wasn’t worth either of their time to try for more. Brutus Razi was exactly where he wanted to be in the castle. Brutus had a few friends that served their purpose but as he got older he was putting lower odds on them standing by his side as adults. He was seen by most as a tough bully of mediocre magical abilities. Or to steal his cousin Tigran’s not so secret terminology for him and add a crown, he was King of the Pureblood Prats. → ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.House Request:If there was a hat stall as a firstie he would have requested Slytherin. OOC the only house I don’t want him in is Ravenclaw. I’m playing him as if he’s been in the castle the whole time, but I’ve been playing Tigran as if he doesn’t have any prat cousins in Ravenclaw. All of Brutus academic smarts outside the area of Transfiguration and CoMC are purely the work of Tigran doing his assignments - even those smarts aren’t that impressive. So definitely not a Ravenclaw anyways… Personality: Tough, Confident, Superior He understands his place. Yet there is a part of him that wants close friendships and resents the fact he constantly pushes people away with his need for dominance. He has a slightly protective softness he won’t admit to when dealing with family. His third cousin Tigran is the person in the castle he trusts in most ( obviously unknown to Tigran since a large percentage of his actions are bullying in nature ). Appearance: Tough, Confident, Superior → SAMPLE ROLEPLAY. - Option 2:Roleplay Response:Flowers pulled from their stalks and a garden of disgrace. It didn’t take long for him to find the cause of the ruckus and he smiled as he realized the boy was of zero importance. Anyone who was so disgusting they wiped their nose on their robes had little potential to gain enough sophistication to manner as an adult. "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare.”Looking at the boy he said evenly “ It is not polite to tear apart a garden like a toddler having a tantrum. “ Then he started playing with his wand in his fingers giving it a few turns absentmindedly. Turns that were well practiced to appear casual, but always were done in a way that in a few syllables it could be easily pointed at someone. Moving his weight to his right foot he looked the boy in the eye and said “ I presume you’re done with the flowers? “ He wasn’t so much asking it as a question. It was more a statement left open for the other boy to determine where this encounter went. As he intended for the flowers to not experience the consequences of another bout of the other boys tantrum. → ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Tigran Razi & co. How did you find us?: Google - a long long time ago...
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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter name: Robbie Foxglove Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Alder and Holly Foxglove, Penélope Weber, Parker McCormick, Ophelia Marquis, Apollo Undergrove Character age: 23 Character education: Junior Healer at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries - July ‘66 until present day Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Slytherin - Sep. ‘62 - graduation in ‘66 Lead Nurse - 7th year, Nurse - 4th - 6th year Slytherin prefect - 6th & 7th year Slytherin Beater Gokstad Academy - Njord - Sept. ‘58 - Feb. ‘62 Strength and weaknesses: The insecure boy has grown into a man that lacks confidence, though you’d never be able tell. After years of hiding behind a sunny facade and thriving in his own shadow, Robbie knows exactly which mask to wear to suit the occasion. Though he isn’t one to dwell on past mistakes, Robbie has a long memory. No favour will slip by unnoticed, no slight will be forgotten. He is comfortable inside crowds and can easily match any level of noise, but he still deems private moments with special people precious. Once earned, Robbie’s loyalty will outlast even the most intense heartbreak. Physical description: The face that stares back from the mirror has the same dark, curly hair and warm brown eyes than the one Hogwarts would have last seen. These days he’s on the gaunt side, an unfortunate side effect of working too many hours without any respite, but the easy smile and confident stride more than makes up for it. Personality: Laid back and pleasant, Robbie doesn’t have a lack of friends. Though the instinct to protect kicks in very easily, he also knows how to let go and just have fun. Many of his hobbies have fallen to the wayside over the years but he still paints very regularly and, in lieu of being part of a quidditch team, he’s taken up muggle football and running. Though Robbie’s easy way of doing things seems to stretch throughout all aspect of his life, he is actually painfully aware of exactly how far he can push things to still stay safe. The tragedy and loss in his teenage years has cultivated a strong sense of self preservation and because of this, Robbie Foxglove won’t take a risk unless he is sure he’ll get a win out of it. A few people in his life has also pointed out that he knows exactly how to make you love him most. Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: Five years ago, Robbie walked away from a dreadful situation in anger and in the process, sacrificed precious time with his family. In the years since he’d managed to maintain some sort of involvement in their lives, even if it was only the odd weekend with Holly, or a hastily arranged lunch with Alder. In the time away his own romantic relationship thrived and he managed to become a halfway decent Healer too. It was only in the last year, with his brother suddenly signing up for the Ministry and veering down a road Robbie never would have expected, that he realised he didn’t know what was going on in the two younger kids’ lives any more. These days Robbie’s estranged older sister saw more of Holly than he had done in years, and Alder had built the type of life which, in all honesty, made their older brother worry. It is Robbie’s hope that by securing a position at Hogwarts, he’d manage to find a way back into their lives. Holly still has a few years left at the school and with Alder working in Hogsmeade for part of the week, he’d be able to spend time with the both of them. On a side note, a few years at Hogwarts would enhance his skills as a Healer and allow him a little bit of time for independent study. Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.): When looking back at a life, it is only natural to try and find some sort of pattern in the years that pass. Some people like to keep journals to track everything that happens, collecting snippets of their years in the pages to serve as some sort of legacy. Others prefer to reminisce at their leisure, looking back at the years with a sense of misplaced nostalgia. For an unlucky few, one event immediately jumps out, leaving their time irrevocably divided in two parts – everything that happened before, and all of what came after. For Robbie Foxglove, the significant years seem to clump together in lumps of three. Sometimes there were more months in a cluster, sometimes less, but more often that not, those moments of importance could be find nestled in amongst thirty six months that belonged together, somehow. The years with the greatest contrast stretched from the late fifties into the sixties. He’d only been a boy at the start of it all, a little bit younger than ten and with the innocent joviality that youth so often brought. His days were marked by the tides because he lived on an island and there was nothing quite as wonderful as taking a small boat out to the skerry on a warm, sunny day. The salty water would cling to his ankles and turn his already curly hair unruly. Sometimes he’d carry an easel and paint, sometimes a basket, but he would never be alone. His sister sometimes went with him and at other times, his younger brother Alder. Soon, the promise of another sister turned his life into a waiting game, one which he lost. His mother left them just two days after bringing new life into the world and with that, his father’s attention dwindled as well. It felt like a short eternity of mourning and scraping that followed even though in reality, it had only been two years. By the end of it, it was only the four kids and, on a bitter Christmas morning not too long after that, Robbie realised that it had only been three for much longer than he realised, because Willow had left with her heart long before her feet had carried her out of the children’s home. There was no more salty water and no more skerry - only the rattling sound of his younger sister’s breath as she fought for her life in a narrow bed upstairs in the children’s home. The next three years arrived in Pene Weber’s wake. Miss Kurtz, as she had once been known, had taken the three of them away from the home, and England and everything that had tied them to their old lives. Robbie hadn’t been able to stay with the others but instead had been shipped off to school in a country too cold for words, to learn magic in a language he couldn’t understand and to try and make friends by speaking to them in another which was even more indecipherable. It was three years of bruised knuckles, split lips and too many D’s scribbled over his work until one day, the girls started noticing him and with it, some help finally arrived. Robbie soon learned that if you had the Latin down, the Norwegian didn’t matter quite so much. In those days he rarely used words to speak anyway, instead opting for hidden kisses with the girls, and public fights with the boys. The next three years had been the best of all of them, taking their place as some sort of golden age in Robbie’s life. England had lured his aunt back with its promise of leisure and fame, allowing the family to settle in Hogsmeade. Robbie, who was still slightly behind, didn’t stay that way for long because at his new school, they spoke English and things weren’t covered in snow year round. In three short years he broke a heart, found his own and also discovered a boy he couldn’t live without. It was three years of laughter, tragedy, kisses, Quidditch, learning and long hours spent in a Hogsmeade house with too many staircases that all seemed to lead into the sanctuary of one downstairs basement. At the end of it all, the beautifully woven spell was shattered by a single confession of unthinkable betrayal and Robbie left home, separating himself from the three people in his life that he loved the most. Perhaps it was no wonder, then, that the next years unravelled at the seams, losing the familiar pattern of three as it slipped through his fingers. It wasn’t all a waste, of course. Long hours in the hospital meant that he became a better Healer each day, while stolen moments with Ed helped them stay on their own path. The threads that had tied him to Alder and Holly had stretched and frayed, though, leaving him completely disconnected from his family for the first time in his life. It took a strange family dinner to rattle him into wanting a change and so Robbie set out to change his own life by trusting the man in his life to hold onto their future. Three years, his lucky (or unlucky) number, and the exact amount of time his sister had left at school. Robbie had no idea if this was a mistake or if life would snatch something else from him while he worked on making the next thirty six months the best they could be, but he had to try. SAMPLE ROLEPLAY(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.) It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses. In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness. A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely. Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression. She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late." Explain yourself was what her face said. Roleplay Response: The halls of Hogwarts seemed to hum their approval as Robbie wandered down them and towards the office of Headmistress Ivanova. In his mind, they welcomed him back, the cold brick and warm light reminding him of the many walks he took down these very corridors. In reality, though, the slight hum in his ears could just be because of running underground in the dungeons, where there was very little air; the strange pressure and colder air could make anybody’s ears go a little bit wonky. All in all, it was nice to be back. Though St. Mungo’s had its own charm, only a few places could beat the ambience and presence of the Hogwarts Castle. The dungeons especially had an atmosphere of their very own and since they were his home for four of the best years of his life, Robbie hadn’t been able to resist the urge to dash into their depths before his interview. He hadn’t been alone down there, though, and the surprise reunion with a very old friend had made him more than a few minutes late for his appointment in the end. “My apologies, headmistress,” Robbie said as he finally closed her office door behind him and wandered towards her desk. His hair looked more wind swept than usual, though the bright smile and slightly flushed cheeks would tell her he was delighted to see her again. As far his memory served they’d never really spoken, but he was planning on changing that and making a proper impression to boot. “I bumped into Sir Richard while on my way over here and I can report the tales of his adventures are as long as ever,” he said with a slightly shake of the head, catching the older woman’s eye before extending a hand. “Anyway, thank you so much for your patience.” With that, Robbie took a seat, feigning readiness for whatever the woman could possibly throw at him.
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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter name: Serena McCormick Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Lily Hartley, Sofia Rose etc Character age: 40 Character education:-Salem Institute – Primary I, II, and III. -Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Years 4-7, Gryffindor, Class of ’46. -Gryffindor Prefect, 7th Year -Beater/Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Strength and weaknesses (details please):Serena is a big list of strengths and weaknesses tossed together in a mix-matched drawer that sometimes works to her advantage and sometimes works against her entirely. She is extremely independent and she doesn’t mind getting the job done on her own. But it also means that she feels she is so self sufficient that she doesn’t need to ask for help, and she can be quite stubborn about it. Serena is bold. She has very little fear of consequences. She dives head first into the fire and can be a hot-headed when challenged. Her fire can sometimes set the world around her on fire around her. After losing so many people so young, she has a fear of commitment, which can make her flighty and unable to form too tight of attachments. However when she figures out what she wants, she latches on tightly. She is witty and loves to have fun and challenge people, but at the end of the day she is compassionate and hates to see people hurting. She will throw down her own happiness and comfort to help others. Physical description:Serena has a mess of golden blonde waves, usually worn down and loose. Her eyes are a striking blue color that run in the family. She’s always been confident with her appearance and know how to use it to her advantage. She’s on the short side, standing at a whooping 5’2’’ish, which is her greatest annoyance. Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): Serena has spent her whole life on the go and, as a result, she has very little patience for routine. Planning is not one of her strong suits and spontaneity is how she prefers to do things. You won’t find her making minute by minute plans. She does what she wants, when she wants to, even if it’s at inappropriate times. She is bold with no fear of speaking her mind. Tying in with her spontaneity, she also rarely thinks before speaking, sometimes getting her into trouble. Serena has no problems openly voicing her opinions, even if it’s an unpopular one. Although she enjoys the company of others, she is also extremely independent and she hates asking for help, even when she really needs it. She would much rather figure it out for herself. She values humor and tends to be on the sassy side of things. She likes to playfully pick on people by teasing them or challenging them. But she is also a very compassionate person with a no tolerance policy for mean spirited bullying. She hates to see people hurting and will step up for ‘the little guy’ in an instant. Brave and hot-headed and stubborn, but beneath it all Serena Rose has a good heart. Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: Teaching at Hogwarts the first time around was a great learning experience for her. She’d been unsure if she even wanted to teach, but wanted very much to give it a try. Now that she’s started a family, she knows it will be hard to return to the Castle but also feels that being a professor is making a difference. Something she never would have dreamed of doing but something she feels compelled to pursue. Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.): Serena Scarlet Rose was born on August 21st, 1928 at 7:54pm in a busy hospital in New York. She came into the world kicking and screaming and has yet to settle down. Her father, Alan Rose, was born in London, England to a well off wizarding family. However at the age of 18 he moved to the US to pursue his dream of becoming a journalist, a craft which his family found soft. It was there, in New York City, that he fell in love with an enchanting woman, Julia Eden, a photographer with a passion for song. They married in a quiet ceremony with a few friends. Soon they started a family of their own. Alan Jr. came first and, four years later, Serena. As they grew, they both showed signs of possessing the gift of magic. They were both accepted and attended school at the Salem Institute. Things were going great for the Rose family. They were a lovingly close family, and though they had their troubles, they always pulled back together. Then tragedy struck. Julia Rose disappeared with the Timewarp. Alan Rose was never quite the same. He became extremely protective of his children. Alan Jr, a bit older, was understanding and complied. But 9 year old Serena pushed against the new binds as she grieved for her mother. She got into the habit of doing whatever she wanted regardless of the consequences. She began to keep secrets like some children collected rocks or stickers. Already she’d begun to build walls around herself. The only one she truly trusted was her brother. With his guidance she stayed on the right track –always pushing her limits but never so far that she lost herself. There was a few years of peace in the Rose family. But, like all dreams, it eventually came to an end. In the summer of 1941, Serena, mixed in with the wrong crowd, attended what was supposed to be a peaceful anti-war protest. But tensions ran high and soon the fighting broke out. Her brother, Alan Jr, fresh off of an internship at a local clinic, heard about the riot and, knowing his sister was going to be there, rushed to the scene. The crowd was thick but the unmistakable blonde hair bobbed through the crowd and he pushed his way through the crowd. He called her name over and over but she couldn’t hear him. “Serena!” He yelled, a little closer now, and she spun around and locked eyes with her brother, relief exchanging between the two siblings for a fraction of a second. And then the shooting started. Alan Jr. was caught in the crossfire and died on the scene. Alan and Serena were left with missing pieces in their hearts, once again. Serena held herself responsible for her brother’s death and is something that still haunts her. Alan became extra protective of Serena and Serena pushed back, rebelling against the restraints. For the next year she mixed in with even more dangerous crowds and was very nearly expelled from Salem. A year passed and Alan decided it was best to get Serena away from New York. So in May 1942, they moved to his hometown, London, where he quickly took a job at the Daily Prophet. Serena was enrolled in a local Academy and ready to start at her new school. One afternoon, sitting outside by the small pond in her backyard, she got a pleasant surprise when a barn owl swooped down and dropped a letter in her lap: A letter of acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the 1942-43 school year. This was truly a great way to begin her new life in this new place. She began her journey at Hogwarts in September 1942 as a Fourth Year transfer, where she was sorted into the Gryffindor house. The fresh start was just what she needed and she found that she flourished within the castle walls. Losing so many people at such a young age, Serena found it difficult to let anyone get too close to her. A social person, she had a lot of friends. But many of her friendships were loose because it was hard for Serena to form deep attachments to people, afraid of losing yet another person. But she pressed on. She joined the Quidditch team, playing Beater and Seeker and learned how to work as a team, a skill that Serena definitely needed work on. In her Fifth Year she joined MOD’s Hogwarts Initiative, HOP. Though she originally joined to drive her father crazy, she found she really enjoyed the training. Her skills improved through the program and it made her stronger, physically and mentally. In her Sixth Year, she helped form the Bad Girl Brigade, a group of girls who liked to sneak onto rooftops, talk about boys and just stand together in the face of the Brat Boys. It was looking to be the best year ever. And then the Hexenreich invaded the castle and, during her Transfiguration final, she witnessed Emma Birch’s murder. Several others, herself included, were hexed as well. The helplessness of the situation still haunts her. Reluctantly she returned for her Seventh Year, where she became a Gryffindor Prefect. It was also the year she found out about her father’s secret love affair. Surprise, Serena had a 10 year old sister, Chloe Rose. Disturbed by the news, she pushed her family away and focused on her friends. However, she finished the year strong and was excited to join the adult world where more adventure awaited her. Her father’s house was becoming increasingly suffocating. He married Chloe’s mother, Wendy Parker, and she brought with her a pack of children. So promptly after graduation Serena found her own flat in London. In March of 1948, Serena was awoken in the middle of the night by a couple of Aurors who brought news of her father’s death. He was murdered by a Hexenreich member. Serena was hospitalized at St. Mungo’s for several days because of extreme emotional shock. After her release, with the promise of seeing a psychologist weekly, she returned to her life as if nothing happened. She was in denial and it took her over a month to return from the zombie like state she hid under. When she finally accepted her father’s death she began to heal, slowly but surely. One of the driving forces in her healing process was found in one of her best friends, Bailey McCormick. He was able to pull her through the darkness. In him she found strength and more than that, a home. In September 1948 Serena took a teaching position at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as Potions Professor. She wasn’t sure she’d do well with it or even like it, but she found teaching to be one of her passions. SAMPLE ROLEPLAY(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.) It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses. In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness. A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely. Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression. She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late." Explain yourself was what her face said. Roleplay Response:“—Late again, I know. You believe me if I say I’m sorry, right?” She pulled a heartbreaking smile that usually worked on Bailey, figuring it would probably be useless on her used-to-be-Headmistress. When Ivanova meant business, she meant business. But Serena’s whole life was a ball of lateness. At this point she was just going to accept it as how her life was. Surely Anneka Ivanova would understand that, right? Again, doubtful. Apparently it didn’t matter how many years passed. Her Headmistress would always hold that layer of authority that made Serena feel like she was 17 years old again. Puffing her cheeks out for a moment, she shifted the documents in her hands before sliding them onto the desk and taking a seat and refraining from tapping her toes agains the floor. “Can we discuss these plans?” Serena said, flipping the folder open.
A spark lit up in her eyes, brighter than it had been since she stepped into the office. This was her element. And the excitement rolled off of her in waves that she would only hope would redeem her late entry. “I’m particularly keen to get into December. That’s generally when most of the students are able to handle a knife a little better. Honestly they act like Murtlap grows on trees…”
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Dear Mr. Rose ,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Term begins on 1 January. 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,
Deputy Headmistress
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Dear Miss North,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Term begins on 1 January. 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,
Deputy Headmistress
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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Hades Corvus Rose Birthday: August 23, 1959 Hometown: Wizarding London Bloodline: Halfblood Magical Strength (pick one): Divination Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning Year (pick two): First, Second Biography: Hades thinks he’s been doing a pretty good job at being a kid. At least, that's what people say about him. He tries to be good to his many siblings, listens to what his parents say, and participates in lessons at the daycare. When he does get into trouble, it often isn't on purpose. He spent most of his free time before Hogwarts doing activities like reading, drawing, and making other crafts. His favorite thing to do ever is dream. Hades can be found lying on the ground with his eyes closed but not sleeping, just thinking of what he'll be like when he's older. He wants to be a mortician like his dad and a physicist and an owl trainer and an astronomer and a marine biologist and a healer and a mathematician and an artist and an architect and a writer and an alchemist and a historian and — well, the list is long. Above all, he wants to be liked. He isn't quite sure what half of those jobs mean and has no idea how to make friends with other children. Maybe he'll find an answer somewhere in the pages of the books he loves to read. Probably not, considering his favorite stories are the scary ones that keep him up at night. → ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Surprise me! Personality:Hades is a creative, inquisitive boy who loves to create and solve questions. Few things disinterest him; the world is full of wonders and he would love to uncover them all. Hades is drawn to mysteries of all kinds, especially the gross and macabre. He is timid when given the time to think about it, but capable of being impulsive under pressure or when his curiosity gets the best of him. Around strangers, Hades is shy and very tight-lipped, but friends know he talks too much. Hades has a lot to say, an opinion or theory about everything that's ever happened. When he's comfortable, his words come right out of his mouth when he thinks them. You can hear his jumbled thinking process in action. He isn’t the best at talking, sometimes coming off as rude because he’s bad at making eye contact and other typical social conventions. Hades is terrible at mincing his words and is often too honest, mostly because he's a bad liar. He cannot mask any of his feelings. Occasionally, he tries because he knows it's the polite thing to do, but people see right through him. He may not always be sure what he is feeling, but his face always does. He can't hide his displeasure, his discomfort, his anger. Which is perhaps why he struggles to communicate with others so much. He almost always means what he says and his cards are always on the table, whether he likes it or not — why are others so complicated? He’s observant, but it doesn’t always help him when he can’t decode his observations. It's frustrating that he has difficulty understanding his peers, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like them. People are one of his favorite subjects. Though shy, he longs for companionship. The few friends he’s managed to make, he holds very close. Hades can make a caring, dependable friend if you're willing to try. Appearance:Hades's appearance is very similar to that of a baby deer. He is all big eyes and long limbs, ungainly and unsure. Bright blue eyes and pale skin are a stark contrast to his curtain of dark hair. It is usually the neatest part of him, only because he fears that if he doesn't brush it he will be forced to cut it more often, and he hates having scissors so close to his head. As for the rest of his appearance, Hades does not pay much attention to it. His clothing is as messy as his room. He complies with the dress code, but it's clear he gets ready in no more than five minutes and only takes a cursory glance at the mirror before leaving his dorm. → 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." Roleplay Response:Hades was just as likely to be up at the crack of dawn as he was to be still snoozing when breakfast was coming to an end, thanks to his poor sleeping schedule. He woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep, so he was one of the first to get his breakfast. He was in and out of the hall in a flash. He couldn't handle all the noise when he was so tired. On mornings like these, Hades liked to sit in the garden and admire the colors of the sky, scribbling down them in his notebook using colored pencils. His peace was interrupted by the sound of a boy yelling for a rat. He tensed, not appreciating the interruption. Instead of announcing his presence, Hades did what he did best: he sat and observed. Too intensely, it seemed, he was found out. "Sorry," Hades blurted out, flushing and hurriedly averting his gaze. "I just — there's no way you're gonna find him like that. The rat, I mean. You’re making way too much noise." He usually would've left it at the apology, but he thought it would be good of him to give the older boy some advice to make up for his social faux pas. However, it seemed as if he had stumbled into another one. He hadn't meant for it to sound like he was complaining about his noise level, and his face scrunched up at the realization. Talking to strangers was not his forte. "Sorry. I didn't mean to imply... well, you know. But you are loud. Really. No offense." → ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Emilio Soares, Alba Foxe, Roman Hawthorne, Maeve Rafferty, and Adonis Moon How did you find us?: tumblr
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Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Eira North Birthday: December 12 1958 Hometown: Cardiff Bloodline: Unknown Magical Strength (pick one): Charms Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning Year (pick two): first or second Biography:Eira grew up in an orphanage in Cardiff. She never knew her parents or why she ended up there. The only thing the staff bothered to tell her, was that someone had dropped her off at the back door at the age of 24 months (that's what the doctors estimated anyway) and that she's been there ever since. She grew up surrounded by children with similar fates and hated every moment of it. The orphanage never provided any love or comfort in the nine years she's lived there. The staff didn't mistreat any of the children but they never exceeded their efforts either. Everything about Eira was uncertain. Her age, her name, her parentage, her birthday. The orphanage simply pronounced the day of her arrival, a snowy December morning, as the day she was supposed to celebrate herself year after year. Forever linking it to the date of ending up in this cold and lonely place. The name they gave her meaning 'snow' in Welsh. Ironic. Eira mostly kept to herself, not wanting anything to do with the other children who seemed so different from herself. Weird things kept happening around her, getting her into trouble more times that she would have liked. Of course the staff never believed her when she claimed she didn't know how things kept catching fire or how people got smacked in the head by a mysterious force when she walked past them. Little did she know all this was due to her magic showing itself. So when her letter finally arrived, turning her entire world around in a matter of minutes, she couldn't wait to leave this miserable place behind. → ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Slytherin Personality:Eira always felt different from the others, never fitting in, never able to form a connection. So eventually she stopped trying and kept to herself, managing on her own. Everything she's ever done, she's done alone. Because of that it's hard for her to except help from others, not being able to admit she can't do everything on her own. Having never known real love or friendship, trusting others and opening up to people doesn't come easy, if at all. Always saying what she thinks directly into peoples faces doesn't help the fact Eira sucks at making friends. But it does have her exceed at getting herself into trouble for not being able to shut her mouth. Interacting with others mostly happens to serve her own purpose, to better her position, to make it out one day. But maybe now that she finds herself among children that are like her, entering a new world, she might find that she needs others help to find her way. Reluctantly. Appearance:Eira has long blonde hair and very fair skin. She is rather small for her age. Her eyes are a mossy green. → 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.
Roleplay Response:She really had tried. Honestly. After all, she only arrived at Hogwarts a short while ago. She should at least attempt to not get in trouble. But, well. She just couldn't help it. It simply seemed to run in her blood. Curiosity had taken the better of her and next thing she knew she had found herself deep, deep in the dungeons. The walls were damp with moisture, the air chilly, the corridors murky. Eira liked it. It all seemed so mysterious and full of secrets waiting to be uncovered. A small and rare smile crept over her face. Not entirely sure what she was looking for, Eira mindlessly started wandering down corridor after corridor, trying door handles whenever she came across a door. Closed. All of them closed. She cursed under her breath. There had to be something here to discover! Checking her watch she cursed again. She's been here for almost an hour now and hadn't found anything to still her hunger for adventure. Her eyes landed on the door in front of her again. Should she? Biting her lip she took a look around her. No one to be seen. And who would come around here at this time anyway? Shrugging once she tried the handle again, a little harder this time. It just wouldn't budge. It seemed like this operation would require some more force. Taking a deep breath Eira took a step back, determination settling in her gaze, locked on the place where the lock of the door met the frame. With one more deep inhale, she put all the strength she could muster and slammed her shoulder into the firm wood in front of her. As much strength an eleven year old girl had to offer anyway. Nothing happend except for a dull pain appearing in her shoulder. But she wouldn't give up that easily. After a moment of collecting herself, she tried again. And again. Right when she was about to do it once more, a voice sounded from afar. Stilling in her motion Eira strained her ears, not daring to breathe. Had she been caught after all? "Hello! Is Emma Birch here?" Confusion crossed the first years face. Emma Birch? Never heard the name. Should she announce herself? The voice most definitely didn't sound like a teachers. More like someone her age. Gnawing her bottom lip Eira quietly swore again. There really wasn't any other choice. Whoever that voice belonged to would discover her anyway if she didn't take her legs and run. And she had never liked physical activity. So, trying to look as innocent as possible, now rubbing the ache in her shoulder, she called back: "I don't know about Emma Birch. But this is Eira. Who are you?" → ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): None How did you find us?: Google search
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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter name: Beatrix Kelton Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Tigran Razi & co. Character age: 40 Character education: Hogwarts - Gryffindor - Graduated Class of 1947 Apprenticeship in Veterinary Medicine - Specializing in Non-Domesticated Magical Creatures - Finished 1951 Wizarding College - Specialization : Conjuring - Graduated Class of 1958 Strength and weaknesses (details please):Beatrix’s greatest strength is her creativity and her magical ability. The combination of those two things have helped her overcome many obstacles and given her a strong sense of self confidence. Beatrix's strongest area of magic is conjuring followed by charms. Oddly even though from a theoretical standpoint summoning is closely related to conjuring it is an area of magic she doesn't appear to be strong in - probably due to the fact she is very lackadaisical about remembering where things beyond her wand, wheelchair, and broom. She is very good at summoning those three things, and remembering where any broom cupboard she sees when going places is. Her greatest weakness is obvious, Beatrix Kelton can’t walk and without a wand, a wheelchair, or a broom she is mostly physically helpless. Though due to this Beatrix is extremely creative and quick thinking in maneuvering herself about and often has at least two wands on her person. Physical description:In most cases the first thing people notice is her awkwardly positioned legs, the wheelchair, or the fact that she is flying on a broom indoors. On a first glance, except on the quidditch pitch, Beatrix is always visually different from her surroundings. A difference she’s gotten so used to she doesn’t even react to peoples stares and almost challenges with her confident expression to say something. Once people look beyond that they will notice her strong arms and her always determined expression. Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):Beatrix is an extremely stubborn and determined individual who doesn’t give up on things until she gets bored of them. A stubbornness that often leads to the most curious of attempts to get around physical obstacles and an overconfidence in her own success. Where it would be logical for her to be scared of heights she has zero fear of them - as seeing as she is already in a wheelchair she figures that luck is now on her side. Beatrix also has an array of fun and odd life experiences that result in strange stories that no one is ever sure are true. For reference most the time they are true. Beatrix is also used to having people look at her and assume she can’t do things. Which means she naturally has tried to do a lot of things such as dueling and quidditch that one wouldn’t expect of someone in her situation. She is the type that if you tell her she can’t do something it will make her more determined to succeed at it. Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:Beatrix is always looking for the next adventure and opportunity. Her school days at Hogwarts were one of her greatest challenges in her life and part of her wants to prove that even Hogwarts can’t hold her back. So she decided to apply to teach at Hogwarts as she figures with all the magical accidents she’s seen children do and the challenges of the castle it would be fun to do. Her biggest hope and dream is to find a cure for her leg paralysis. Part of her hopes that she can find something useful in the Hogwarts library without the judgement that most librarians give her for looking. Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.): Beatrix parents are specialists in rescuing and caring for injured magical creatures. This made her early childhood mix of helping at the rescue, or being somehow strapped onto one of them as they went on a mission to rescue some creature or another. A constant adventure that ended at the age of five when she fell from a tree she was climbing, and ended up paralyzed from the waist down. Unlike everyone else, after her accident her parents had no issue adapting to their child being paralyzed from the waist down. When they were working at the rescue they made saddles for multiple different creatures to put her in. Then when she was old enough to fly her own broom they quickly transitioned from practice brooms to real quidditch brooms. For visiting stores and other wizarding locations they got her a wheelchair which if it got to tough to push in a wizarding area they’d just levitate about. Due, to her parents love of magical creatures and near constant uses of magic to accommodate her mobility they didn't frequent muggle areas. To Beatrix the limitations of her mobility were easy to deal with due to the accommodations and help from her parents. So her adventures continued with her parents until they deemed it necessary to send her to Hogwarts as a fifth year. Her time at Hogwarts was the first serious trial of her life. She no longer had her parents to help her and her own magical abilities were not on their level. She could make her wheelchair work on the main levels, but the doom of being sorted in Gryffindor in a tower was one of her first challenges. That challenge was also what drove her to become a highly skilled at the art of conjuring, and select charms capable of being used to enable her movement around the castle. As the last thing she wanted was to be helpless and require the help of strangers to do basic things. After Hogwarts she went to work with her parents at the magical creature rescue they had and apprenticing in veterinary medicine under one of the magical creature doctors that was a friend of the family. After a few years of that it became apparent, that unlike the rest of her family, animals were not her passion. Beatrix was simply not one to remain still and working in veterinary medicine became repetitive fast without the excitement of helping rescue the animals like she did as a child. The aspect of magic that had interested he most in her school days was conjuring. As her parents hadn’t had to spend much for her apprenticeship, they were able to send her to a wizarding college to study conjuring and more fundamental theories of magic. While attending college she remained working for her parents which slowed down her time to completion for her studies in conjuring. After finishing hers studies she went to take a job in the Ministry of Magic. During her time in the ministry she bounced around a few jobs before ending up working in the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad for the majority of her tenure. Working as a Magical Reversal Officer combined her love of adventure with puzzles for her to magically solve to help the victims of magical mishaps. It surprisingly also ended up using the knowledge she gained studying veterinary medicine as human medicine wasn’t as different from veterinary medicine as she thought. Though when speaking to the healers at St. Mungo’s she is sure to keep quiet about that and give their first aid courses credit for any injuries she takes care of before arrival. Like every other job she had eventually working as a Magical Reversal Officer got repetitive so she decided to look for the next adventure by applying to work at Hogwarts. SAMPLE ROLEPLAY(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.) It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses. In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness. A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely. Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression. She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late." Explain yourself was what her face said. Roleplay Response:She forgot how long it took to get anywhere in Hogwarts. Naturally she’d assumed now, she was a more experienced witch, compared to her school days it would be faster. Apparently not. Even if she did get a resounding chorus of complaints in her wake as she attempted to be on time. At least five portraits seemed to complain when she summoned a gust of wind to propel her wheelchair at high speeds through the hall. Then one house elf object to her use of Glisseo to make the staircases smooth ramps - to which she reversed her spell with a quickly pointed wand behind her. A ramp that when she noticed the bottom part of the staircase not going to meet her in time she conjured the stones of the staircase to go upward so she could jump over the last staircase and reach a hallway. With a smile she rolled her wheelchair into Professor Ivanova’s office as even if she didn’t get the job she had great fun riding the roller coaster that was Hogwarts castle. Responding too cheerfully for the situation she said “ I’m here now. “ The fact she was late couldn’t be changed so she decided not to apologize for it. Instead she said “ We can skip over the education parts of my qualifications they are more than satisfactory and admittedly boring to save time. “
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Dear Mr. McCormick ,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Term begins on 1 January. 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,
Deputy Headmistress
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