Before you begin, please make sure you have created
an account in your character's full name, and make sure you have read and understand the following:
Site Rules | Magical Rules | Our Rating | FAQ
Should you have any questions, please contact an Administrator.
Application for Hogwarts School
→ 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
