Elsewhere Adult Application

[Anatoly Ulyanov]

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Anatoly Ulyanov
Gender: Male
Age:  58
Blood Status: Pureblood
Birth: January 21st 1886

Education: 
Self Taught

Languages spoken and how well he speaks them:
1. English poorly
2. Russian Decent
3. Serbian Excellent

Residence:
Type your response here - where does your character live?
London
Occupation:
Type your response here
Wand Maker(if he is allowed to work at the Velvet box) or if not then perhaps as a member of the ministry of magic.
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
Type your response here.
I would like to either  have him be a wandmaker at the Velvet box or an Official in the Ministry of Magic
Requested Magic Levels:

Charms: 8
Divination:8
Transfiguration:8
Summoning: 8
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Type your response here.
No
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Type your response here.
Galahad Percival Kennedy, Lucan Kennedy
Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Type your response here.
Born to poor Russian laborers, Anatoly quickly became disillusioned with the Tzars of Russia. When the people began leading a revolution against the Bourgeoisie Anatoly gleefully joined in. Anatoly was too poor to attend any kind of proper schooling, as a result anything he wanted to learn, he would have to learn himself. However as the revolution progressed, tragedy struck Anatoly in the year of 1924, not only did he loose his favorite uncle, but his wife was killed as a result of the power vacuum left by his uncles death. Anatoly left Russia behind, and moved to England, because at the time it was the center of wizarding power.  Since the day his wife died, Anatoly has not shaved, the only reason he stayed clean-shaven was because it pleased his wife. Now without his wife, looking at his unshaven face, only made him think of how much he missed her. Without the warmth of his wife's love, Anatoly had become a cold and emotionally distant man,  prone to sudden displays of rage.  Since he is particularly old, he walks with a cane,  that happens to to have a socket for him to insert his wand.
Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Roleplay Response:
Type your response here.

Anatoly looked at the girl lying on the ground in pain, could she yelp a little more quietly, she was giving him a migraine.  While there was a part of Anatoly that felt some sympathy for the girl, it was a part of him he always kept in the passengers seat. What would Anya say? a part of his brain nagged him, of course Anya would help she was just that kind of woman.

"Allright malen'kaya devochka" said Anatoly reluctantly walking up to her "I help you". Anatoly walked up to the girl and offered her his cane so that she could help herself get up. Anatoly would help her out, but he was almost 60 and probably didn't have the body strength in order to help her up .  Anatoly only understood about every other word she was saying, but he given that she was clearly in pain and mentioning her heel, he figured there must have been some kind of correlation.

"For record" said Anatoly "I don't want  any, thank you, or any present, I just want annoying devochka off road, so I can enjoy walk in peace." This of course was completely false, Anatoly saved her because he felt concerned for her. However Anatoly had an image to maintain as the cities cankerous old hermit who's english left much to be desired. 

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[Aries Paladin]

Hey Anatoly! I love the direction your application is heading in, but there's just one change or two I'd like to ask that you make to it before we can get you on your way to Elsewhere.

First of all, while you did use 32 points for Anatoly's starting levels as requested in the rules, during character creation, we like to get levels balanced so that the lowest magical is half the highest (e.g, C10D5S10S7 or C12D6T7S7, etc). Could you please adjust them accordingly?

Secondly, if you'd like to work at the Velvet Box, you would have to PM (privately message) its owner, Angelique Reinhardt, about the possibility of working there, as the Velvet Box is a player-created/owned shop and all employment decisions are up to Angelique. However, you could edit your application to say Anatoly is a wandmaker without specifying where he works if you so wish (so then it's easier to work with in case he gets work at the Velvet Box or some other place).

Once you repost your edited application below, we can take another look and get you all accepted.

Thank you! <3

—'ries

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Anatoly Ulyanov
Gender: Male
Age:  58
Blood Status: Pureblood
Birth: January 21st 1886

Education:
Self Taught

Languages spoken and how well he speaks them:
1. English poorly
2. Russian Decent
3. Serbian Excellent

Residence:
Type your response here - where does your character live?
London
Occupation:
Type your response here
Scientist/Wandmaker, works doing scientific research to solve magical problems
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
Type your response here.
No
Requested Magic Levels:

Charms: 12
Divination:6
Transfiguration:7
Summoning: 7
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Type your response here.
No
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Type your response here.
Galahad Percival Kennedy, Lucan Kennedy
Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Type your response here.
Born to poor Russian laborers, Anatoly quickly became disillusioned with the Tzars of Russia. When the people began leading a revolution against the Bourgeoisie Anatoly gleefully joined in. Anatoly was too poor to attend any kind of proper schooling, as a result anything he wanted to learn, he would have to learn himself. However as the revolution progressed, tragedy struck Anatoly in the year of 1924, not only did he loose his favorite uncle, but his wife was killed as a result of the power vacuum left by his uncles death. Anatoly left Russia behind, and moved to England, because at the time it was the center of wizarding power.  Since the day his wife died, Anatoly has not shaved, the only reason he stayed clean-shaven was because it pleased his wife. Now without his wife, looking at his unshaven face, only made him think of how much he missed her. Without the warmth of his wife's love, Anatoly had become a cold and emotionally distant man. Since he is particularly old, he walks with a cane,  that happens to to have a socket for him to insert his wand.
Roleplay:
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Roleplay Response:
Type your response here.

Anatoly looked at the girl lying on the ground in pain, could she yelp a little more quietly, she was giving him a migraine.  While there was a part of Anatoly that felt some sympathy for the girl, it was a part of him he always kept in the passengers seat. What would Anya say? a part of his brain nagged him, of course Anya would help she was just that kind of woman.

"Allright malen'kaya devochka" said Anatoly reluctantly walking up to her "I help you". Anatoly walked up to the girl and offered her his cane so that she could help herself get up. Anatoly would help her out, but he was almost 60 and probably didn't have the body strength in order to help her up .  Anatoly only understood about every other word she was saying, but he given that she was clearly in pain and mentioning her heel, he figured there must have been some kind of correlation.

"For record" said Anatoly "I don't want  any, thank you, or any present, I just want annoying devochka off road, so I can enjoy walk in peace." This of course was completely false, Anatoly saved her because he felt concerned for her. However Anatoly had an image to maintain as the cities cankerous old hermit who's english left much to be desired.

OTHER
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[Aries Paladin]

Accepted, babe. <3