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Name: Evangeline Warwick

Birthday: 12 [12th Feb 1951]

Hometown: Clifden, Ireland.

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): Second, Third.

Biography:

She pulled the short straw.

Evangeline Warwick, born on 12th February 1951, was absolutely adamant that she had been dealt the worst hand of the lot. Here’s why:

Every sibling in their group of five had the experience of being the youngest for at least a year or two. Lizzie had been around three when Elo was born and Elo had been four when Ezra was born and, the largest gap of all, Ezra had been six when she was born! That meant that they all got the main focus of attention and advantages that came with being the ‘baby’ of the family well into their stages of walking, talking and actually using the pros that got handed to them on a silver platter.

Whereas she, the truly unfortunate one, had barely four or five months until their mother was pregnant again and her title of ‘baby’ may as well have been thrown in the trash. She didn’t know that her reign was over because it hadn’t even begun yet.

To make it even worse, Easton Warwick’s reign as The Youngest would never end. It was destined to run as long as he lived -- and yes, she’d tried to get around that loophole but it just got her grounded -- and she was now just one of the group. Not the oldest, middle or youngest. She was almost ten years younger than her other sisters so she couldn’t always play with them. Not that they would often do anything worth joining in, however, as Evie wasn’t a massive fan of drawing or being a snitch. The boys, whilst more likely to let her hang around them, were sometimes too weird for her to deal with.

(Seriously, she shared a room with the two of them for a while when she was younger.)

She was lucky that she wasn’t put off by a bit of chaos because otherwise, she’d be all hermit-like (read: Eloise-like) and not get to be at the front of the breakfast line everyday. The acts that Lizzie and Elo had been too old to do weren't beneath her because she was younger and tackling Ezra before he could get the last piece of toast or tripping Easton up just for fun was practically expected of her.

However much she might have complained about the bathroom waits, the constant ‘hold on a minute, Eve’, ‘i’m helping your brother/sister, Evangeline’ ’s and arguments that broke out, when Lizzie left, then Elo and then Ezra, she missed them. She missed the fact she could crawl into Elizabeth’s bed when she had a nightmare, that Elo would help her with her homework and not get frustrated at her and Ezra was almost always up for a game. It wasn’t the same - no matter how many Sunday family dinners there were. It was just her and Easton now.

In fact, the only good thing about it was that she had her own room and a door to keep her brother’s sticky fingers out.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
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Personality:

Fiercely independent and forever determined to prove herself, Evangeline thrives off a challenging situation. Sometimes, it has gotten her into situations that she can’t get out of - like that time she let Easton go up a tree to get their missing ball and he fell, breaking his arm. Puzzles in the thousands of pieces replaced exploring unknown trails through woods when it rained too hard, or she had gotten herself grounded.

Evie can come across as distracted and easily led astray, but that is not the case. She has been the front runner in many of the games, pranks and tricks throughout her short life so far and had even pulled her siblings into them too. Her attention settles itself on the first thing that catches her eye so that isn’t always what she’s meant to be doing. Schoolwork isn’t as interesting as the bird feeding its babies, or the chair with a squeaky leg. This is not to say that she is a bad student - Evangeline just does things in her own time. The work gets done almost always the night before submission and, luckily for her, is more often than not easy enough to complete without flunking the class.

She is definitely an early bird and seems to have way too much energy at 6am in the morning. Sleep doesn’t top the list of her priorities and she will forever put it off for more exciting things, like watching the stars, finishing a book or wandering aimlessly. A default of Evie’s lack of attention towards proclaimed ‘boring’ things, she fails to remember basic functions like eating and drinking. It isn’t uncommon for her to realise she had gone a whole day or more without doing so, and proceeding to have to make up for it. Reminders, such as scraps of paper with lists (as will be found all over her part of the dorm room, and bedroom at home) and pen written on her hands, are a life-saver when it comes to remembering to do important things.

Appearance:

Much like her sisters, Evangeline is petite. She is not short nor tall and settles at an average weight for her height and age but despite her often dirty knees, torn skirts and ruffled hair, she comes across as, for lack of a better word, delicate.

Evie is fair skinned and the sun (when she isn’t burning) brings out many freckles across her nose and cheeks that are darn hard to get rid of afterwards. She has a rather strong jawline and a round chin that gives her an unfortunately pouty expression without her really trying. Evie jokes that it’s her ‘resting bored face’, though she can be insecure about it if anybody else were to mention it. Her light brown hair has been switching between short and long over the past few years as she’s grown due to her indecision of length, much because of the frustration that comes with long hair getting in the way and then short hair being harder to style.

Her eyes are her least favourite feature because she can never quite guess what colour they are. In some lights, they look brown and in others, green. Sometimes both but never just a single, easy colour. Hazel, that’s what she’s settled with saying.

It is lucky that she doesn’t mind hand-me-downs as most of her wardrobe consists of her older sister’s clothes from when they were her age. More often than not, Evangeline would be seen wearing dresses, mainly the pinafore types, or a blouse and a skirt, despite the constant mishaps that come with enjoying exploring forests, overgrown greenery and creeks.

→ 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:

...It is not polite to stare.”

That was the phrase that jolted her out of her staring state, where she had been sitting in the flowers with her (overdue) History of Magic essay and a dwindling pile of grapes. She hadn’t expected a sneezing upper-year to come trodding through the gardens shouting about rats. As if pushed by a nervous force, Evangeline shoved a handful of grapes into her mouth at the exact moment that he would have been expecting a response from her. If he wasn’t expecting one, he’d get one regardless.

“‘Ain’ n’igh t’--” She quickly gave up with that method and instead held a hand up to him whilst she frantically chewed the food in her mouth. It took a few cricket-noise seconds but eventually, she was free of fruit blocking her vocal chords. “I said, it’s not nice to wipe snot on your uniform either.” Evie knew her Mam was fed up whenever she came home with patchy clothing so she was sure his mother wouldn’t be too pleased to know he was putting boogers all over his uniform!

“Your rat is probably scared because you’re shouting so much. I know I wouldn’t come running if you called me a ‘blasted rat’. Try being nice to it.”

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