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Archived Applications / Red Märchen | Student Application
« on: 01/08/2016 at 05:08 »

Application for Hogwarts School


→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Red Märchen

Birthday: August 17, 1932

Hometown: Black Forest - Baden-Württemberg, Germany (originated)
Swansea, Wales (migrated, c. 1938)

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): Fifth or Sixth

Biography:

-- "Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves; so be shrewd as serpents and innocent as doves."  Matthew 10:16--

A foal amongst the foliage, born from the first sin and tainted with its rogue. Prodigal, primordial, she weeps the thalassic tears of the red sea, for she is alone in this world carved from ubiquitous autonomy. 

("All the better to see you with.")

Uprooted, the girl wandered further from the sanctuary of her mother’s poison canopy, where lie-spun ivy clung to her flesh as if it owned her. Against her fire, it burned, and she emerged victorious and naïve from the clutches of a religious cult. With her mother’s thorns in her side and gilded Bible in her hands, she went seeking for fabled fields, and found only salt. Enervated and hardly holy, she seeks truth in belief, and belief in fiction. This continues to isolate her, and the cliffs of her ideals are hardly surmountable. Lost, he strayed from the riverside, from her Shepard and mother, she found her way to an alternative home: her Grandmother’s. Yet, Red was doomed as a lamb amongst wolves and fairies, with only her wit to combat her family’s predatory instincts.

Among the hunters is the Wolf himself, a master of lies and spun secrets, who plans to use his status as her dearest one to parade about her flock. As the curtains open, her family’s all she’s known outside of God, and Wolf is still chief among those named. Obdurate, denigrated, and the paragon of her fall, he’s been a proper villain. However, as the gloam descends, there’s only one man waiting for Red to make it home.

("All the better to eat you with.")

Raised in a religious household under the rule of her fanatical mother, Red has lived a sheltered life punctuated by various skirmishes with her cousins and other relatives, chief among them Wolf, who harbors a slight obsession with her. A naïve girl with a chilly disposition, she only cares for her sinners at the last moment, and hardly anyone cares for her.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Ravenclaw or Gryffindor

Personality: Austere, adverse to adventure and aberrance. Able to drink up both knowledge and sunlight, yet prefers the shadows of her mother’s dogmatic ignorance.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

Option Two:

As usual, it was pleasant to escape the cacophony of the great hall. Without the persistence of Wolf’s company, or the incessant, inane chatter of her housemates, Red found herself ameliorated only by her solitude. Strangers, (even familiar ones), set her on edge, and if she’d guessed as a girl she’d never had believed just the population of Hogwarts could fit on the planet. The forests back home had always seemed so remote and wild—antediluvian and the way God had intended—here she had to share the scraps of nature she found, and it irked her. (Yet he was the one who had taught her the names of all flowers, was it not? He’d sing them to her, and braid them in her hair.)

“You blasted rat! Where are you?"

For her part, she attempted to give the boy’s effrontery none of her attention. A bit haughtily, she settled down on nearby bench and plucked her well worn Bible from her satchel, content to study a verse before classes. Yet, the constant movement out of the corner of her eye was driving her absolutely mad, and when it dawned on her
exactly what the boy was doing, she stared at him outright, disgusted.

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

A clear look of annoyance crossed the girl’s pale face as her Bible snapped shut audibly. Like glass, she stormed over and gestured widely to all the corpses of blossoms, felled by his chaotic stampede.

“It is not polite…” she mocked, “To destroy school property either.”

What a heathen—absolutely incorrigible.
 

→ ABOUT YOU.

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Elsewhere Accepted / Red Märchen | Elsewhere Child
« on: 05/06/2016 at 23:37 »

E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Red Märchen

Gender: Female

Age: Fifteen

Bloodline: Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Hans and Sarah Märchen (NPCS)

Residence:
Black Forest - Baden-Württemberg, Germany (originated)
Swansea, Wales (migrated, c. 1938)

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)? N/A

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? N/A

Please list any other characters you already have at the site: Ars, Nadine, and the rest of the crew
 
Biography: (100 words minimum.)

"Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves; so be shrewd as serpents and innocent as doves. Matthew 10:16

A foal amongst the foliage, born from the first sin and tainted with its rogue. Prodigal, primordial, she weeps the thalassic tears of the red sea, for she is alone in this world carved from ubiquitous autonomy. 

("All the better to see you with.")

Uprooted, the girl wandered further from the sanctuary of her mother’s poison canopy, where lie-spun ivy clung to her flesh as if it owned her. Against her fire, it burned, and she emerged victorious and naïve from the clutches of a Religious cult, The Maker’s Mark.*  As she strayed from the riverside, from her Shepard and mother, she found her way to an alternative home: her Grandmother’s. Yet, Red was doomed as a lamb amongst wolves and fairies, with only her wit to combat her family’s predatory instincts.

Among the hunters is the Wolf himself, a master of lies and spun secrets, who plans to use his status as her dearest one to parade about her flock.

("All the better to eat you with.")

**The Maker’s Mark- A sect of Christian wizards who believe the emergence of Muggleborns is a mark of god, and hold new wizards and witches in the highest regard, despite social stigmas and Pureblood politics. Outside of their beliefs regarding magic, they act as Catholics would.

Roleplay Response:

Comfort was an intangible essence—a word comprised of too much meaning. Without it, anyone, (even fearless boys with knife smiles) felt fear and darkness, which would inevitably take root in their souls and sprout weeds in their hearts. It would leave them as a hellish skeleton—a ghost of Faust waiting for Mephistopheles to return it to them in the form of sloth or another tonic of sin. It was a necessary want in a world of dark paths and thoughts, and smelled like stew at a Grandmother’s home, or the familiar feel of her bed underfoot.

For Red, specifically, comfort was the feel of the glossy pages of her well-worn bible underneath her fingertips. It had felt like a waste to squander away such a blessed day indoors, so she’d taken her reading to the park and sat delicately upon a picnic blanket, the words from the page coming to her lips as easily as sunlight shone down upon the Earth. This solitude with her Lord felt reassuring, especially as she’d escaped Wolf and his bombardment of half-truths for at least a half hour. It felt good to let her suspicion fall away, and rest.

"You!"

At first, Red didn’t bother to raise her head. Chaos worked around her, and could not creep up like some plague—years of dealing with it had taught her that. The world could have been inverting, with all of Hell’s demons spilling out, and she wouldn’t have known.

Only when she caught the shadow of a girl out of the corner of her eye did she raise her head, clearly displeased and now-

"...Do you want to play?"

-decidedly uncomfortable.

Without closing her Bible (and a finger marking her exact place) she glared frigidly at the fussing young Quidditch hopeful and mustered a smile that only seemed apologetic.

“I can’t.”

It was a simple confession, and with the implication that she had no desire to learn, either.

“Did you hurt yourself? If someone hurts themselves,” (As this was a barbaric, moronic display of brutality, disguised as a game.)

“Come to me. I’ll help you then.”

OTHER

How did you find us?

I'm so terribly lost

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