Student Application - Ronnie Jay Beckham

[Ronnie Jay Beckham]

(Sorry it's a bit long)

CHARACTER

Name:
Ronnie Jay Beckham

Birthday:
11th of October, 1931 (or a different year if needed)

Hometown:
Bibury, England

Bloodline:
Halfblood (Great-great-grandmother was a muggle)

Magical Strength:
Charms

Magical Weakness:
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two):
3rd year (alternatively 2nd or 4th)

Biography:
Ronnie grew up in the small, but beautiful, town of Bibury, England.  Born of Rupert Beckham and Imogen (Davis) Beckham, she has four younger siblings - William, Mabel, Joy, and Annabel.  Her family, coming from a very small village, was poor to (at the time) modern standards, though they got along just fine in their village with their garden, chickens, cows, and horses.  However, due to this separation in cultures, Ronnie was taught from an early age the importance of money conservation, as her parents hoped just as much as Ronnie did that she would be given an opportunity for a job in a larger city one day.  Ronnie’s dream is to become a healer after she graduates from school.  She is very excited to take classes at Hogwarts, especially Herbology and the Care of Magical Creatures.  Ronnie is naturally drawn to nature, and so was a major caretaker of the living creatures that her family owned.  She seemed to have a “magic touch” with both the animals and the plants, and always had a knack for the healer’s art.  The stream that ran along the edge of Bibury, England, was a favorite playplace of Ronnie’s as a child, and she spent many hours by the shore, constructing flimsy leaf and twig boats and watching the water.  Partially due to these long hours by the water, Ronnie is the standing champion for stone-skipping in her village.  Ronnie absolutely hates to be scolded, especially when she knows she’s done nothing wrong.  She’s a bit afraid of adults, even though they generally consider her respectable and well-mannered.  Ronnie seems to always follow the rules, though she has her rebellious moments.  For a few weeks as a child, Ronnie was bullied, though to this day she doesn’t know exactly why, and nor does she care, because they stopped after not too long, realizing that Ronnie wasn’t affected by their taunts.

House Request:
Hufflepuff, though any house except Slytherin would fit her personality pretty well.  She isn’t all that ambitious.

Personality:
Ronnie is kind and friendly, and tries her best to include everyone.  Though she may not be friends with everyone, she often quietly goes out of her way to make a fellow student feel welcome.  The eldest of five and the main caretaker of her family’s two horses, Ronnie is accustomed to the behaviors of children and animals, and they generally feel safe around her.  Ronnie is practical, and several times she has been described as “earthy”.  Good to have in an emergency, Ronnie is quick to leap into action and find a solution.  Ronnie is dependable and a hard worker.  Though a bit of a homebody at heart, Ronnie will rise to a challenge when the situation calls for it.  Ronnie is afraid that she will die unloved or unloving, and that she will be unable to help when someone special to her is in trouble.  She is an introvert, but not usually shy.  Ronnie is naturally sympathetic, but will not baby anyone who doesn’t deserve it and will not tolerate unnecessary complaining.

Appearance:
Ronnie has straight brown hair that falls just below her shoulders, and hazel eyes that turn brown when angry, sad, or deep in thought.  Ronnie is thin, and her height is (at age 13-14) 5 feet and 2 inches, or about 157 cm.  She has a pleasant face, with a longish oval shape.  She has a few freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks.  Ronnie is completely satisfied in her appearance.  She isn’t prideful about her physical strengths, nor is she ashamed of her flaws.  She isn’t vain, and while she takes care to treat her body well, she doesn’t flaunt it or hide it, and understands that all she can be is herself.  Her peers, girls and boys alike (though in different ways), admire her for this silent confidence.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
Option I:

Blimey, the Great Hall was packed. It seemed like everywhere a guy looked there was some clown waving around a House banner or yelling about the game.

'Can you believe it?' 'No way!' 'This must be the biggest upset in Hogwarts Quidditch history...'

Stupid Quidditch.

James flopped into an empty seat at the end of the table, shoved an empty plate out of the way, and let his head sink onto his crossed arms, squishing his freckled nose down flat against the tabletop. He wasn't sure why he'd even bothered to come here, since he definitely wasn't hungry. He'd probably never eat again, in fact. He didn't deserve to eat. He hadn't stopped in the locker room to change out of his muddy, sweaty uniform after the game either, because he was pretty sure he probably didn't deserve to be clean too; and anyway he couldn't stand to see the looks on his team mates' faces after he blew their chance at winning one of the biggest games they had ever played.

Just one lousy shot. That's all it would have taken. If he could have just got that one stupid foul shot to go through that one stupid hoop, they could have won and he wouldn't have been the biggest blockhead in the entire school.

As if to prove the point, half the people at the next table suddenly broke into a loud victory chant. James pressed his face further into his arms to hide the bright red blotches he could feel creeping up his cheeks. That was it. He was just going to have to run away and move to Nova Scotia. He'd just cost the three-year-in-a-row Champions the Quidditch Cup! How do you ever live that one down for crying out loud? He was only a second year and he was going to spend the rest of his life as 'that dumb cry-baby kid who dropped the Quaffle!'

It felt like every set of eyes in the room was boring into him, and James couldn't stand it anymore. He jerked himself back up from the table and stomped right back out of the Hall the same way he had come in. As he stormed into the quieter hallway outside, he could hear footsteps somewhere behind him. James rounded on the sound and began to shout, his brown eyes shining with tears. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"

Ronnie jumped and turned around in her seat, half-eaten pastry forgotten, as she felt an unexpected breeze brush past her.  She frowned at the dark-haired boy dashing out away from the Great Hall celebration, shook her head, and made to turn back to her food, but just as she was reaching for her treat again, a flash of red flickered in the corner of her eye.  Curious, she glanced backwards again, just in time to see the fleeing boy’s scarf glide to the ground.

Ronnie was suddenly reminded of when she was nine, and she’d accidentally dropped her only scarf in the river nearby her home.  She’d been devastated - and cold.  Just thinking about it made her shiver.  She did like scarves, and she didn’t like being cold.

After one last glance at her lemon tart and silently promising that she’d return for it, Ronnie scooped the scarf off the ground and jogged after the boy.  It was harder than it looked; there were a lot of students moving around, and her target was moving fast.

As Ronnie left the feast and entered the outer hall, she couldn’t help but be a bit disturbed at the stillness.  All she could hear were her footsteps, the dim sounds of the celebration behind her, and...a sort of half-choking sound that she immediately recognized.  The boy was crying.  She ran faster.  He obviously needed more than a scarf; he needed a friend.

He must have heard her coming, because he he whirled around, just as quickly and unexpectedly as when he first whizzed past her chair and shouted, “WHAT!  Haven’t you ever seen a loser before?  Why don’t you just take a picture!”

Ronnie stopped in her tracks, half afraid he’d try to jinx her with that wand she could see poking out of his sleeve, and half afraid he’d start running again - they hadn’t gone that far, but she was already exhausted.  It was all those desserts she’d eaten, she was sure.

For the first time, Ronnie noticed his distinct attire - he was a quidditch player.  He was...wait a minute!  He was that poor boy who’d accidentally dropped the ball!  Ronnie winced as she remembered the loud “boooo” that had come from his own teammates at the mistake and recalled one boy who’d actually thrown his binoculars across the field in the boy’s direction.  Suddenly his crying didn’t seem as unexpected.

“I’m Ronnie,” she said, without thinking about it.  There was no reason for her to introduce herself just to return a scarf, and he certainly hadn’t been yelling just a minute earlier for the sake of learning her name, but it felt right.  She brushed off his scarf and held it out.  “And you forgot your scarf.”


ABOUT YOU

Please list any characters you have  on the site:
Ronnie is my only character, though I intend to create a character for Elsewhere sometime soon.

How did you find us?:
Google - I wanted a good RP Hogwarts site, and this was the best one I saw

[Mia Lorelei Kedding]

Hi Ronnie, and welcome to the site! Your application is lovely and I really like how much thought you've put into Ronnie's character, but before we can go ahead and accept your application, there are just two little tweaks I'd like to ask you to make to to it.

First of all, there's no mention of a scarf in the role-play sample given, so if this were a real thread, mentioning the article of clothing would be power-playing James a bit (that is to say, taking control of him). Could you please edit out all mentions of a scarf and just have Ronnie run after him?

Secondly, this is a super minor thing, but if you could also use the full application code in your repost, that'd be wonderful—it's just for the sake of organization and all that.

Once you repost your application below, we can take another look at it.

Thank you! <3

—M-Lo

[Ronnie Jay Beckham]

Application for Hogwarts School

→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name:
Ronnie Jay Beckham

Birthday:
October 11th, 1931

Hometown:
Bibury, England

Bloodline:
Halfblood (Great-great-grandmother on her mother's side was a muggle)

Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two):
3rd Year (Alternatively 2nd or 4th)

Biography:
Ronnie grew up in the small, but beautiful, town of Bibury, England.  Born of Rupert Beckham and Imogen (Davis) Beckham, she has four younger siblings - William, Mabel, Joy, and Annabel.  Her family, coming from a very small village, was poor to (at the time) modern standards, though they got along just fine in their village with their garden, chickens, cows, and horses.  However, due to this separation in cultures, Ronnie was taught from an early age the importance of money conservation, as her parents hoped just as much as Ronnie did that she would be given an opportunity for a job in a larger city one day.  Ronnie’s dream is to become a healer after she graduates from school.  She is very excited to take classes at Hogwarts, especially Herbology and the Care of Magical Creatures.  Ronnie is naturally drawn to nature, and so was a major caretaker of the living creatures that her family owned.  She seemed to have a “magic touch” with both the animals and the plants, and always had a knack for the healer’s art.  The stream that ran along the edge of Bibury, England, was a favorite playplace of Ronnie’s as a child, and she spent many hours by the shore, constructing flimsy leaf and twig boats and watching the water.  Partially due to these long hours by the water, Ronnie is the standing champion for stone-skipping in her village.  Ronnie absolutely hates to be scolded, especially when she knows she’s done nothing wrong.  She’s a bit afraid of adults, even though they generally consider her respectable and well-mannered.  Ronnie seems to always follow the rules, though she has her rebellious moments.  Ronnie, though odd and an introvert, has never been persistently bullied, because of her keen ability to ignore taunts and accept herself the way she is.  Her wand is Vine with Unicorn Core, Ten and Three Quarter Inches, Supple, according to the Pottermore test.

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

House Request:
Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw

Personality:
Ronnie is reasonably kind and friendly, and tries her best to include everyone.  Though she may not be friends with everyone, she often quietly goes out of her way to make a fellow student feel welcome.  The eldest of five and the main caretaker of her family’s two horses, Ronnie is accustomed to the behaviors of children and animals, and they generally feel safe around her.  Ronnie is practical, and several times she has been described as “earthy”.  Good to have in an emergency, Ronnie is quick to leap into action and find a solution.  Ronnie is dependable and a hard worker.  Though a bit of a homebody at heart, Ronnie will rise to a challenge when the situation calls for it.  Ronnie is afraid that she will die unloved or unloving, and that she will be unable to help when someone special to her is in trouble.  She is an introvert, but not usually shy.  Ronnie is naturally sympathetic, but will not baby anyone who doesn’t deserve it and will not tolerate unnecessary complaining.

Appearance:
Ronnie has straight brown hair that falls just below her shoulders, and hazel eyes that turn brown when angry, sad, or deep in thought.  Ronnie is thin, and her height is (at age 13-14) 5 feet and 2 inches, or about 157 cm.  She has a pleasant face, with a longish oval shape.  She has a few freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks.  Ronnie is completely satisfied with her appearance.  She isn’t prideful about her physical strengths, nor is she ashamed of her flaws.  She isn’t vain, and while she takes care to treat her body well, she doesn’t flaunt it or hide it, and understands that all she can be is herself.  Her peers, girls and boys alike (though in different ways), admire her for this silent confidence.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.

Blimey, the Great Hall was packed. It seemed like everywhere a guy looked there was some clown waving around a House banner or yelling about the game.

'Can you believe it?' 'No way!' 'This must be the biggest upset in Hogwarts Quidditch history...'

Stupid Quidditch.

James flopped into an empty seat at the end of the table, shoved an empty plate out of the way, and let his head sink onto his crossed arms, squishing his freckled nose down flat against the tabletop. He wasn't sure why he'd even bothered to come here, since he definitely wasn't hungry. He'd probably never eat again, in fact. He didn't deserve to eat. He hadn't stopped in the locker room to change out of his muddy, sweaty uniform after the game either, because he was pretty sure he probably didn't deserve to be clean too; and anyway he couldn't stand to see the looks on his team mates' faces after he blew their chance at winning one of the biggest games they had ever played.

Just one lousy shot. That's all it would have taken. If he could have just got that one stupid foul shot to go through that one stupid hoop, they could have won and he wouldn't have been the biggest blockhead in the entire school.

As if to prove the point, half the people at the next table suddenly broke into a loud victory chant. James pressed his face further into his arms to hide the bright red blotches he could feel creeping up his cheeks. That was it. He was just going to have to run away and move to Nova Scotia. He'd just cost the three-year-in-a-row Champions the Quidditch Cup! How do you ever live that one down for crying out loud? He was only a second year and he was going to spend the rest of his life as 'that dumb cry-baby kid who dropped the Quaffle!'

It felt like every set of eyes in the room was boring into him, and James couldn't stand it anymore. He jerked himself back up from the table and stomped right back out of the Hall the same way he had come in. As he stormed into the quieter hallway outside, he could hear footsteps somewhere behind him. James rounded on the sound and began to shout, his brown eyes shining with tears. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"

Ronnie looked up from her book and tried to be annoyed at the loud victory chants that were interrupting her reading.  They'd won, and it was about time, too.  Most of her fellow house students were becoming sore and weary of being called the wimpiest house in the school, and only because they'd missed the cut for the House Cup five years in a row.  But this time, with the Quidditch Cup well within their reach, victory was becoming more and more likely, and Ronnie couldn't say that she was upset about it.

Of course, she was no fool.  She'd seen the way the Beater Ruben Merrick had been staring at that young Chaser, James, eyes unblinking and lips moving and wand poking out of his sleeve.  She knew he'd jinxed him to drop that ball.  Her eyes narrowed and her nose scrunched up in distaste.  She hated cheaters more than she liked winning, and she knew how hard James had worked in order to live up to his title as Chaser.  After all, he was only a second year, and looked younger.

And there he was, on the next table over, sitting with his head in his hands and tensed up like he was trying to go unnoticed.  So much for that idea.  He stuck out like a sore thumb in his sweaty Quidditch uniform, and every student that walked past him either scowled or smirked in his direction.  It seemed no one else had been watching Ruben Merrick so suspiciously as she had, as she expected it to be.  Who else would pay any mind to a stuck up Beater who had broken poor Leslie Baker's heart than her?

Ronnie stood, worn Herbology book in hand, and half stepping in James' direction, as if staring would somehow make him feel better.  But before she would wind up her courage and go sit by the poor boy, he suddenly jerked out of his seat and stormed off toward the exit, face blotched all red and white, as if he couldn't decide if he were angry or going to be sick.

As anyone whose lifelong dream was to become a doctor would, she ran right after him, certain that he was going to vomit all over himself.

The silence of the halls seemed deafening compared to the noisy celebratory feast, and her feet pattered faster on the stone walls when James rounded a corner and disappeared out of sight.

"WHAT!"

Ronnie startled, hand flying subconsciously to the wand secured in a pocket in her robe upon turning the corner only to be greeted by James' blotchy and tear-streaked face.  He wasn't sick, she realized.  He was merely crying.

"Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"

Ronnie cocked her head to the side, lips pursed together at his words.  "I..." she began, then stopped.  What on earth do you say to someone who's upset? When her mind came up blank, she sighed and settled for a hesitant, "Are you alright?"

→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous):
Ronnie is my only character, though I intend to create a character for Elsewhere sometime soon.

How did you find us?:
Google - I wanted a good RP Hogwarts site, and this was the best one I saw


I hope that was better this time    Let me know if I need to change anything else, and I'll get right on it.

[Anneka Ivanova]

Miss Beckham,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins 01 May 2015. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the Castle.

Sincerely,


Headmistress