Wren Coulter

[Wren Coulter]

Application for Hogwarts School

→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Wren Coulter

Birthday: 9 October 1930 

Hometown: Somewhere in Chicago, too far back for her to remember

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): 4th, 5th
(by September 1946, Wren is 16 going on 17. She is slight and small for her age so it might not be noticed. Anyway, she didn’t meld well to the demands of magical training and being an orphan she didn’t think it necessary to try very hard in the beginning. She could easily have been held back a couple years – specifically having to repeat first year and possibly fourth year! If fifth is chosen, I will explain that she repeated first year only.)

Biography:
She didn’t trust many people and like she’d expected would happen, those that could leave had. She got used to orphans finding places to live and homes to call their own. She didn’t mind it, she didn’t expect anything more. Good for them.

Wren had found comfort in the places she’d found a place to sleep. Jabari had been good to her, so had a handful of other adults that she’d been pawned off on. Jabari and the rest belonged to a strange lot and by extension so did she, apparently. At least they were kind enough.

It took her some time to accept the fact that magic was real, but she considered herself a fast learner. The fact that Wren still expected to one day wake up and find herself back in the States, surrounded by a different set of hooligans was simply a daily state. It was normal. She was a survivor, and survivors waited for things to change so that they might reinvent themselves. For now, she was a little witch.

She had been a little street urchin; she remembered fondly on certain memories of that part of her.

She had been an orphan, cared for by a scientist of sorts; that part of her memory carried dull thoughts of repetition and scheduling.

She had been a new student being shoved off to boarding school; feelings of frustration winked in and out of her mind as she thought about the growing pains of honing magic and learning about the silliness that most might scoff at. Her lot anyway would have scoffed… she thought.

She was still a student. She wasn’t a good student, failing her first year and struggling through the rest, but a witch was her life for now. Fancy that. She hadn’t been kicked out, that was a plus. She hadn’t been abandoned, not yet anyway. She was almost feeling comfortable with the repetition of life now. Almost.

She knew it would change somehow.

That war had changed things. So had the appearance of those dreadful doo-gooders, the Hexenreich.

They weren’t really good, but everything in the papers said they were helping; they seemed to believe they were doing something great. Wren wasn’t affected by that nonsense because she chose not to be. She didn’t know the girl they had hurt in their move to take over the castle. She didn’t want to know them past dealing with their occasional questions. She simply reacted in the way she always did - with indifference and the occasional morphing of her personality.

It had worked in the past. It was working now. Trouble could often be thwarted by changing ones colors.

Not literally… although with magic anything was possible.



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

House Request: Surprise me!

Personality: Wren seems not to find too much trouble in making friends. She’s the kind of person that might flit from one table to another during great feasts, not lacking the confidence to bridge the gap between houses, but when asked for a real favor, a favor only a true friend might be willing to help with, she slinks into the shadows. She trusts in very few people and doesn’t feel the need in tricking herself otherwise. 

Appearance: Small for her age, Wren has mousy straight brown hair, and a sweet smile that she flaunts occasionally if she thinks it will get her something from the boys or from an angry professor.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.


Wren was shuffling through the dungeons casually. She’d met up with a friend and had taken the opportunity to get notes from her on their last class. Wren should probably feel ashamed that she’d made friends with a girl just so she’d have a reliable source of lecture notes. She didn’t. The girl was nice enough, it wasn’t as if gabbing about boys for a few minutes was especially mind numbing, but Wren likely wouldn’t have given the girl any notice if it weren’t for the class-sharing thing.

A friend was a friend, even if the relationship was one sided, and it was at least comforting labeling the girl as such.

Wren rounded a corner and noticed a girl just ahead, walking away. She didn’t think much of it, lots of students could be found in a school, obviously, but the girl’s tentative voice caught her ear.

Wren smiled slightly, shaking her head. Kids.

It took only a moment. She stepped around the corner and snuck up behind the girl. She wasn’t close enough to truly scare her, but she didn’t want to make anyone jump out of their skin either, so good enough…

“Boo!” she voiced abruptly, softly and waited for the girl to jump again.

A smile would meet the young thing, a mischievous grin, before Wren added, “Not gonna find that girl here, or maybe…” she offered to keep the ruse going.

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[Aries Paladin]

Dear Miss Coulter,

We are delighted to inform you that your application to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry has been accepted. Term will begin on January 1^st, 2016. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki; your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we cordially invite you to spend your summer there if you so wish. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to purchase school supplies.

We look forward to seeing you at the School.

Regards,

Aries Paladin
Resistance Leader