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Archived Applications / Kreiss Volera - Application
« on: 19/04/2012 at 14:02 »
Name: Kreiss Volera
Biography:
He sat down, the seat squeaked ever so quietly as he shifted his body to get comfortable. Sunlight streaked in from the large windows that decorated the wall beside him. Basking the room in a beautiful orange glow. Gently, he placed his hand on the keys, they stood there motionless. And then, movement, a blur of fingers sped across the ivory black and white. Still and silent air had been broken almost violently by the sudden barrage of musical notes. A flowing variety of dynamics, forte! Piano...Adagio...Allegro! A small smile tweaked the corners of his lips, he closed his eyes to let the music overwhelm him. For a second he had forgotten he was even playing. After what had seemed like never-ending bliss of musical heaven, Kreiss' fingers began to slow to a stop. Lifting his hands off the piano, he then placed them on his lap and waited.
You could hear the argument from a block away, his parents were yelling again, unnecessary obscenities flew through the air. "We're just having a discussion." They would say, that's how they justified their constant disagreements. Ever since he was a child, the sounds of angry grownups would fill his ears. But the music, the music would drown it out.
"How will he adapt? How will he learn? What will he do with his life!" He heard his father yell, "He needs a proper education! He needs to stay here! To learn about this world! Not trot off to some magical fairyland!"
Kreiss' mother retaliated, "How would you know what's best for him? How could you? How can you understand? Our son has been enrolled in Hogwarts! Hogwarts!
"Hogwarts? Listen to yourself!"
"Stop it, he's talented, Antov! He needs to fulfill his potential!"
The argument raged on. It lasted all night and all day for the next week or so. He remembered the day that tiny envelope had placed itself on their doorstep, his mother immediately knew what it meant. She had burst into his room, tears in her eyes. "Look dear, look!" she exclaimed, holding out the envelope. Kreiss rubbed his eyes, gazing at the time. It was early, much too early for him but his mother was relentless. "Kreiss look! Hogwarts! They want you! I always knew they would want you!" She continued to cheer, it seemed that she was even more excited than he should've been. Then again, he was eleven, how was he supposed to know what this meant for him? He was only a child then.
The days after receiving the letter were less than ideal, his father was what his mother called a "Muggle" Whatever that meant, he understood that he and his mother were the same. "Talented" As she would put it. He wasn't concerned about where they sent him, he had always done his best in his life. Passed every challenge with flying colours. It wasn't that they were easy, he was just a fast learner and a good one at that. Kreiss was a metaphorical sponge, soaking up all the knowledge that he was offered.
Kreiss was sound asleep, his family wasn't wealthy in any sense but they tried to provide for him and he appreciated it. He was a relatively quiet child, not afraid to voice his opinions but yet knowing when not to speak. As he grew he would slowly become more and more sociable but at the age of eleven, he wasn't exactly the most popular kid in London. His room was small, compared to the rich boys next door, but he didn't mind, warm room, closed windows and a bed. It was heaven for him, or rather a 'haven' from the arguments his parents had been having the past week. Without warning, his mother had entered the room, he woke with the sound of a 'click' The door shutting. Raising his head, Kreiss turned to see his mother with her finger to her lips, "Shhh, come on, get your things."
"Mum?" Kreiss said groggily.
"Kreiss, quickly, pack your things. Here, I'll help you."
And together, in the middle of the night, they worked together, stuffing all of Kreiss' belongings into two suitcases, his entire life, packed into two medium sized suitcases. He didn't have much in the way of fanciful toys or books. All the books he had read, and he certainly did read a lot, were all enjoyed in the library, he never brought one home. Strangely, as Kreiss noticed, his mother packed in things he had never seen before, robes, phials, assorted pieces of brass or copper equipment but it didn't seem like the right time to ask. With his clothes and other assorted belongings packed and ready to go, his mother stood up.
"Mum, am I leaving?" said Kreiss, now being slightly more awake, things seemed even more confusing.
She said nothing. Simply picking up the luggage and handing Kreiss one. They then headed out, braving the night. Reaching the train station as the sun was barely touching the sky, Kreiss was still confused and without answers. The trolley they had taken was loaded with his luggage as well as some smaller paper wrapped packages. He didn't speak as they approached one of the large pillars that decorated the station. His mother squatted down slightly to reach his height, then grabbed him by the sides.
"Kreiss, I'm so sorry for doing it like this, but your father, he doesn't understand. He doesn't understand that you need to do this." She looked away to face the sky and the slow-rising sun. "You're not normal, Kreiss, you're very special. Do you know?" She spoke as a smile appeared on her lips. "I love you, don't forget. Never forget that." And then in a swift movement she pushed him towards the wall. And then he was gone, leaving his mother alone on the platform, tears of happiness and joy shimmering in her eyes.
Strong Areas of Magic: Charms, being able to play with these spells intrigued him without end, he constantly tried to understand and improve them, always trying to learn more.
Weak Areas of Magic: Divination.
Year: If possible, 4th or 5th, either one is fine.
Personality:
Not exactly talkative but not exactly quiet either, Kreiss is smart enough to know when to speak and when to keep his mouth shut. Although this may be the case, he is never afraid of voicing his opinions, having a very open-mind to all sorts of cultures or information biases. After getting to actually know Kreiss he becomes much easier to talk to and much more charismatic than he may first appear. He has a strong sense of justice and fair play, never resorting to cheating, always full of good sportsmanship even if he was bested in a test (Although this is a slightly rare event). He plays the piano as a way to relax himself or gather his thoughts, always thinking of strategy and tactics, Kreiss does very well in understanding his opponents weakness and strengths as well as knowing the limits of his own. Any day was a relatively good day for him, however, strangely Kreiss appreciated the rainy gloomy days the most or even the colder seasons of the year. He actually has a strong sense of humor that others rarely see, but when they do, it is dry and often sarcastic, giving him a common title of smart mouth.
Appearance:
Quite handsome although his quiet presence is usually unattractive to most. With brown hair and a bit of a stubble, Kreiss usually appears well dressed and looking smart.
House request:
I feel that Kreiss' character would best suit Ravenclaw, having an incredible thirst for knowledge and a creative/artistic mind, his potential seems most applicable to that house. With his constant habit of trying to build upon already existing spells or trying to break them down and build them up as an even stronger one, his wild curiosity and innovating thinking allows him to play directly into Ravenclaw's house.
Option II:
“Oh, come now!"
Astrid Bixby’s voice carried down the corridor, the tall blonde girl not far behind. Her interviewee – or victim, depending on perspective – turned a corner and she frowned. They were always soelusive when she needed them. Sure, they would talk as if there was no tomorrow during class, but once she actually needed them to say something, they were nowhere to be found. Gryffindors.
Flustered, Astrid stopped in the middle of the corridor and stared, her parchment hanging limply from her hand. She was a good reporter, really, and she always did her best to make sure that everything she wrote was accurate. She glanced down to the quill, eyeing it with disdain. It wasn’t her fault if her quill misquoted. How was she supposed to know? It made for interesting articles, at least, and if she had misquoted the Head Boy last term as saying he had a love for stuffed animals, then that gave him personality. Astrid sighed.
A pout formed on her lips as she turned away, discouraged. The corridor was mercifully empty, though the doors to The Spellbound – the school newspaper – were ominously closed. Corbridge was a mercifully sweet editor, but Astrid was terrified of disappointing her all the same. She hadto come back with quotes.
Her eyes, blue, trailed her surroundings before choosing a new path, and she turned down a new corridor. A figure was ahead, and her eyes lit up, an impossibly rosy smile blossoming across her lips.
“Hey!” Astrid called, her voice light and singsong. She trotted to catch the person, her shoes clicking on the stone floor. “Wait up! It’s for the paper!” Her legs aided her admittedly poor running, and Astrid gasped as she came closer. “What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”
Sample Roleplay Response:
Kreiss sat precariously on the edge of the ledge, the hallway was quite empty besides some hurried students passing by. It seemed like everyone was in a rush, nobody had time to relax and just gaze out the window, enjoy the scenery. Then again other people had a social life and he was here, staring out the hallway while sitting dangerously close to the edge.
As a breeze seemed to pass by him, he closed his eyes and small smile turned the corners of his lips. His next class wasn't for a while, and it wasn't very far away either. He could stay a little longer, 'Just a little.' He thought to himself. Next class was for charms and Kreiss wasn't exactly a slacker in that class. He looked at his hands and arms where notes and diagrams dotted his skin. It was a strange sight, he had panicked, afraid of losing his sudden epiphany, he had jotted down everything on his mind onto his arm. From a glance, he had the world's most bizarre and geeky looking tattoo. It would wear off come night time but for now it would have to stay. Kreiss' eyes began to shift as they analysed the text, he was so close. "Incendio, incendio, such a simple spell. Improving it's strength can't be that hard..."
His thoughts were suddenly shattered as he heard the sudden pitter patter of running feet. He his body so that he sat and faced the hallway where the sound had appeared. He then heard a yell, something about paper. Sure enough, a girl was galloping her way. Not well, mind you. As a matter of fact, as Kreiss squinted to closer inspect her, it was clear running wasn't exactly this girls talent. As she finally made her way down the hallway and nearer to where he sat, Kreiss then realized that she was approaching him. Strange, the other students never intentionally approach him so directly, and running!
Kreiss raised an eyebrow before looking up and down the hallway as if to check if she was looking for someone else, having simply mistaken him for said person.
“What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.” said the girl.
Reaching a hand back to rub his neck he then shrugged nonchalantly, "It's food." He replied with his disappointing answer. He retreated his other arm and hid it behind his back to hide the notes and markings scribbled across it. Then he formed a fist with his other hand and raised to his mouth, coughing once, before seeking to strengthen his response. "I, uh, well...It's alright, no gourmet dish I guess."
Biography:
He sat down, the seat squeaked ever so quietly as he shifted his body to get comfortable. Sunlight streaked in from the large windows that decorated the wall beside him. Basking the room in a beautiful orange glow. Gently, he placed his hand on the keys, they stood there motionless. And then, movement, a blur of fingers sped across the ivory black and white. Still and silent air had been broken almost violently by the sudden barrage of musical notes. A flowing variety of dynamics, forte! Piano...Adagio...Allegro! A small smile tweaked the corners of his lips, he closed his eyes to let the music overwhelm him. For a second he had forgotten he was even playing. After what had seemed like never-ending bliss of musical heaven, Kreiss' fingers began to slow to a stop. Lifting his hands off the piano, he then placed them on his lap and waited.
You could hear the argument from a block away, his parents were yelling again, unnecessary obscenities flew through the air. "We're just having a discussion." They would say, that's how they justified their constant disagreements. Ever since he was a child, the sounds of angry grownups would fill his ears. But the music, the music would drown it out.
"How will he adapt? How will he learn? What will he do with his life!" He heard his father yell, "He needs a proper education! He needs to stay here! To learn about this world! Not trot off to some magical fairyland!"
Kreiss' mother retaliated, "How would you know what's best for him? How could you? How can you understand? Our son has been enrolled in Hogwarts! Hogwarts!
"Hogwarts? Listen to yourself!"
"Stop it, he's talented, Antov! He needs to fulfill his potential!"
The argument raged on. It lasted all night and all day for the next week or so. He remembered the day that tiny envelope had placed itself on their doorstep, his mother immediately knew what it meant. She had burst into his room, tears in her eyes. "Look dear, look!" she exclaimed, holding out the envelope. Kreiss rubbed his eyes, gazing at the time. It was early, much too early for him but his mother was relentless. "Kreiss look! Hogwarts! They want you! I always knew they would want you!" She continued to cheer, it seemed that she was even more excited than he should've been. Then again, he was eleven, how was he supposed to know what this meant for him? He was only a child then.
The days after receiving the letter were less than ideal, his father was what his mother called a "Muggle" Whatever that meant, he understood that he and his mother were the same. "Talented" As she would put it. He wasn't concerned about where they sent him, he had always done his best in his life. Passed every challenge with flying colours. It wasn't that they were easy, he was just a fast learner and a good one at that. Kreiss was a metaphorical sponge, soaking up all the knowledge that he was offered.
Kreiss was sound asleep, his family wasn't wealthy in any sense but they tried to provide for him and he appreciated it. He was a relatively quiet child, not afraid to voice his opinions but yet knowing when not to speak. As he grew he would slowly become more and more sociable but at the age of eleven, he wasn't exactly the most popular kid in London. His room was small, compared to the rich boys next door, but he didn't mind, warm room, closed windows and a bed. It was heaven for him, or rather a 'haven' from the arguments his parents had been having the past week. Without warning, his mother had entered the room, he woke with the sound of a 'click' The door shutting. Raising his head, Kreiss turned to see his mother with her finger to her lips, "Shhh, come on, get your things."
"Mum?" Kreiss said groggily.
"Kreiss, quickly, pack your things. Here, I'll help you."
And together, in the middle of the night, they worked together, stuffing all of Kreiss' belongings into two suitcases, his entire life, packed into two medium sized suitcases. He didn't have much in the way of fanciful toys or books. All the books he had read, and he certainly did read a lot, were all enjoyed in the library, he never brought one home. Strangely, as Kreiss noticed, his mother packed in things he had never seen before, robes, phials, assorted pieces of brass or copper equipment but it didn't seem like the right time to ask. With his clothes and other assorted belongings packed and ready to go, his mother stood up.
"Mum, am I leaving?" said Kreiss, now being slightly more awake, things seemed even more confusing.
She said nothing. Simply picking up the luggage and handing Kreiss one. They then headed out, braving the night. Reaching the train station as the sun was barely touching the sky, Kreiss was still confused and without answers. The trolley they had taken was loaded with his luggage as well as some smaller paper wrapped packages. He didn't speak as they approached one of the large pillars that decorated the station. His mother squatted down slightly to reach his height, then grabbed him by the sides.
"Kreiss, I'm so sorry for doing it like this, but your father, he doesn't understand. He doesn't understand that you need to do this." She looked away to face the sky and the slow-rising sun. "You're not normal, Kreiss, you're very special. Do you know?" She spoke as a smile appeared on her lips. "I love you, don't forget. Never forget that." And then in a swift movement she pushed him towards the wall. And then he was gone, leaving his mother alone on the platform, tears of happiness and joy shimmering in her eyes.
Strong Areas of Magic: Charms, being able to play with these spells intrigued him without end, he constantly tried to understand and improve them, always trying to learn more.
Weak Areas of Magic: Divination.
Year: If possible, 4th or 5th, either one is fine.
Personality:
Not exactly talkative but not exactly quiet either, Kreiss is smart enough to know when to speak and when to keep his mouth shut. Although this may be the case, he is never afraid of voicing his opinions, having a very open-mind to all sorts of cultures or information biases. After getting to actually know Kreiss he becomes much easier to talk to and much more charismatic than he may first appear. He has a strong sense of justice and fair play, never resorting to cheating, always full of good sportsmanship even if he was bested in a test (Although this is a slightly rare event). He plays the piano as a way to relax himself or gather his thoughts, always thinking of strategy and tactics, Kreiss does very well in understanding his opponents weakness and strengths as well as knowing the limits of his own. Any day was a relatively good day for him, however, strangely Kreiss appreciated the rainy gloomy days the most or even the colder seasons of the year. He actually has a strong sense of humor that others rarely see, but when they do, it is dry and often sarcastic, giving him a common title of smart mouth.
Appearance:
Quite handsome although his quiet presence is usually unattractive to most. With brown hair and a bit of a stubble, Kreiss usually appears well dressed and looking smart.
House request:
I feel that Kreiss' character would best suit Ravenclaw, having an incredible thirst for knowledge and a creative/artistic mind, his potential seems most applicable to that house. With his constant habit of trying to build upon already existing spells or trying to break them down and build them up as an even stronger one, his wild curiosity and innovating thinking allows him to play directly into Ravenclaw's house.
Option II:
“Oh, come now!"
Astrid Bixby’s voice carried down the corridor, the tall blonde girl not far behind. Her interviewee – or victim, depending on perspective – turned a corner and she frowned. They were always soelusive when she needed them. Sure, they would talk as if there was no tomorrow during class, but once she actually needed them to say something, they were nowhere to be found. Gryffindors.
Flustered, Astrid stopped in the middle of the corridor and stared, her parchment hanging limply from her hand. She was a good reporter, really, and she always did her best to make sure that everything she wrote was accurate. She glanced down to the quill, eyeing it with disdain. It wasn’t her fault if her quill misquoted. How was she supposed to know? It made for interesting articles, at least, and if she had misquoted the Head Boy last term as saying he had a love for stuffed animals, then that gave him personality. Astrid sighed.
A pout formed on her lips as she turned away, discouraged. The corridor was mercifully empty, though the doors to The Spellbound – the school newspaper – were ominously closed. Corbridge was a mercifully sweet editor, but Astrid was terrified of disappointing her all the same. She hadto come back with quotes.
Her eyes, blue, trailed her surroundings before choosing a new path, and she turned down a new corridor. A figure was ahead, and her eyes lit up, an impossibly rosy smile blossoming across her lips.
“Hey!” Astrid called, her voice light and singsong. She trotted to catch the person, her shoes clicking on the stone floor. “Wait up! It’s for the paper!” Her legs aided her admittedly poor running, and Astrid gasped as she came closer. “What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”
Sample Roleplay Response:
Kreiss sat precariously on the edge of the ledge, the hallway was quite empty besides some hurried students passing by. It seemed like everyone was in a rush, nobody had time to relax and just gaze out the window, enjoy the scenery. Then again other people had a social life and he was here, staring out the hallway while sitting dangerously close to the edge.
As a breeze seemed to pass by him, he closed his eyes and small smile turned the corners of his lips. His next class wasn't for a while, and it wasn't very far away either. He could stay a little longer, 'Just a little.' He thought to himself. Next class was for charms and Kreiss wasn't exactly a slacker in that class. He looked at his hands and arms where notes and diagrams dotted his skin. It was a strange sight, he had panicked, afraid of losing his sudden epiphany, he had jotted down everything on his mind onto his arm. From a glance, he had the world's most bizarre and geeky looking tattoo. It would wear off come night time but for now it would have to stay. Kreiss' eyes began to shift as they analysed the text, he was so close. "Incendio, incendio, such a simple spell. Improving it's strength can't be that hard..."
His thoughts were suddenly shattered as he heard the sudden pitter patter of running feet. He his body so that he sat and faced the hallway where the sound had appeared. He then heard a yell, something about paper. Sure enough, a girl was galloping her way. Not well, mind you. As a matter of fact, as Kreiss squinted to closer inspect her, it was clear running wasn't exactly this girls talent. As she finally made her way down the hallway and nearer to where he sat, Kreiss then realized that she was approaching him. Strange, the other students never intentionally approach him so directly, and running!
Kreiss raised an eyebrow before looking up and down the hallway as if to check if she was looking for someone else, having simply mistaken him for said person.
“What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.” said the girl.
Reaching a hand back to rub his neck he then shrugged nonchalantly, "It's food." He replied with his disappointing answer. He retreated his other arm and hid it behind his back to hide the notes and markings scribbled across it. Then he formed a fist with his other hand and raised to his mouth, coughing once, before seeking to strengthen his response. "I, uh, well...It's alright, no gourmet dish I guess."
