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Archived Applications / Kip Avett
« on: 22/08/2012 at 02:47 »
Application for Beauxbatons Academy
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Charles “Kip” Avett
Birthday: September 1, 1960
Hometown: Fargo, North Dakota. Current Residence: St Étienne, France
Bloodline:
Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning
Year (pick two): 4th, 5th
Biography:
I’m not too young to think about these sorts of things, no matter what Nan says. You see, I asked her yesterday why Mother and Father forgot our Birthday and she said it was because they were busy and I said that wasn’t true. She called me cheeky. But I know what the truth is, and the truth is, Mother and Father never wanted us.
Because of Reasons.
Mother and Father are Old
I did the math and Mother was forty years old when she had us. We may be Pureblooded wizards, but contrary to popular belief, the Avetts are really quite well off when it comes to heirs. Our cousin Ivan—or “Van” as he likes to be called, for whatever reason, because a van is a muggle object that carries people in close quarters for many miles until they smell of the same body odor—is going to inherit the largest estate and funds in Louisiana. Why in Merlin’s name Mother and Father thought having twins at 40 was a good idea is beyond me, so my assumption would be that we were Mistakes.
Mother and Father are Never Around
They do real estate for a large corporation, scouting out locations and setting up all of the magical concealment charms for wizarding families to live comfortably concealed amongst muggles (if in close quarters) and also in wide open spaces without the possibility of being disturbed by bothersome taxes and zoning laws of the muggle world. This keeps them moving all over the States, and they were much too busy to take us with them, so they left us in their sprawling cabin in North Dakota with a caretaker named Nan who’s Irish and strict but also old.
Nan is Nice but We Get Into Trouble
Maddie is my twin sister and, at the end of the day, she’s all I’ve got. I guess in a perfect world, Nan would have become the mother we never had, but Nan’s been a Nanny for so many years that taking care of twins like us has really been too much for her. See, Maddie and I get bored because Nan’s tutoring is slow and we complete the lessons easily. And we hate being bored, so we come up with things to do. And it’s always Trouble.
When we’re told not to do something, we instantly find a way to do it. Our first rule was to never go out into the woods alone, so we did that all the time. We play lots of games in the woods, including Hunt Each Other, Gnome Fighting, Pixie Chases, and some other more practical stuff like building fires.
We also weren’t allowed in the kitchen, so Maddie tried baking, and I helped. Nan pleaded with Mother and Father to discipline us, and they tried, but we didn’t fear them—we resented them. We spent holidays with the rest of the family down South, and when we were old enough to go to Salem, we were instead packed up and moved to Texas where Nan continued our lessons, which weren’t at all challenging.
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Our parents moved us to California the summer we were thirteen. I remember that was the summer Maddie was taller than me, and I was mad about it because we were always the same. We started doing some things by ourselves instead of together. I thought California was all beaches but there were still woods, and I went there alone one hot afternoon and built a fire by myself. I guess I forgot some things that Maddie always remembered because the fire got out of hand.
I ran and got Maddie because Nan would have yelled at me instead of trying to fix it, but the fire had really gotten out of hand, and we couldn’t use magic. By the time we got Nan involved it had spread through the dry brush and leaves and trees and engulfed the woods around the house.
Mother and Father were so mad but, like I said, this was the summer we were thirteen—this past summer, in fact, and we were feeling particularly bold. Neither Maddie nor myself would rat each other out. Maddie said she did it. Then I said I did it. Nan couldn’t confirm or deny either way who did it because we had both sneaked away from her. Our parents fired her and sent us to our room. After what felt like hours we were finally told what the punishment would be. Maddie and I thought it would be something benign like line-writing or an essay about the dangers of forest fires.
But in the stench of burnt wood, and I could still see the smoke outside the window even though the fire had been put out a couple of hours ago, Mother and Father informed us that we would be going to France.
Aunt Anna Marie Makes us Miss Nan
She roomed us separately and watches us like a hawk. We will move to Beauxbatons in less than two weeks but she has done nothing but scold us and correct us. She has torn our wardrobes to pieces and made us feel like we were raised by wolves or something. Well, maybe she’s right.
If I had an ego to be bruised, it certainly has been. I don’t speak French at all even though Nan tried to teach us. I can order a burger at a restaurant but I’m learning quickly that the French don’t eat the same kinds of foods we do.
At least Nan seemed to care about us. Aunt Anna Marie has heard only bad things, and she seems to embody every horrible French stereotype we’ve ever heard. She’s snobby, rich, old, smells too much like perfume, and cares way too much about appearances. She keeps warning us that Beauxbatons is going to eat us alive. I don’t care so much about the other students as I do about the classes. Nan’s tutoring wasn’t exactly rigorous.
But I think I can do anything as long as I’ve got Maddie. I just hope she can forgive me for what I did.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
Ecole Request: Literature - Writing
Personality: Kip is a dreamer and an idealist. He is predominantly laid back and prefers to watch the world go by at the sidelines. He is not one to lead, but Kip can certainly improvise. Creativity is a thriving component of his personality that tends to get him out of tough situations. Additionally, he’s very trusting and very friendly, and both of these traits gain him friends and also trouble.
Appearance: Kip 5’5’’ with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He has an athletic build from spending many hours outdoors. His hair is kept short but is rarely neat, and he has an easy smile and a nose that is crooked from being broken when he was ten years old.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
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The times he was without Maddie were the worst.
Kip shrugged off his shoulder bag and sat, alone, staring at the plate of food he had collected for himself and wondering where his mind had been. Nowhere, it seemed. He picked up three rolls, no vegetables, two lamb chops, and worst of all, he forgot a dessert. No silverware, either. Kip propped his head up with his hands and stared at his plate and attempted to keep a completely forlorn look from crossing his face even though he felt miserable.
Wednesdays, Maddie had a class that eeked into the start of dinner hour, and he had a workshop that started at the end of dinner hour, and it was on these evenings he felt the most depressed. Kip never thought France would get him down this much. He thought school would be the greatest thing that ever happened to them.
In fact, after talking it over, he and Maddie were almost certain every act of misbehavior they had ever done must have been some roundabout way they had been trying to get to school this whole time. Tutoring by their nanny had been anything but enlightening, and when their parents thought they were punishing them by sending them out of America and to their French relatives for “reconditioning,” it had actually been a blessing.
Kip picked up a roll and tried to remind himself about the blessing when there was a noise and a shuffle behind him. Then there was something warm and wet on him.
He turned, frowning, seeing that a girl had spilled her tray on him. A moment’s further examination, and he realized it was his very own bag that she had tripped over.
“I guess I had it coming,” he said finally. He swiped a bit of gravy off his cheek with the roll in his hand, then took a bite of it. “I mean, it was my bag. My fault. Sorry. You wanna get more food and sit down with me, or…?”
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