Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Silas Plinth
Birthday: Nov. 30th 1952
Hometown: Wiltshire, England
Bloodline: Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one):Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination
Year (pick two):Seventh (Preferred), Sixth (Second choice)
Biography: If you are applying to be a first, second, or third year, your biography must be at least one hundred words long.
If you are applying to be a fourth year or above, your biography must be at least three hundred words long.Silas Arcturus Plith was born on a stormy November evening at the Plinth Manor, the grand ancestral seat of the Plinth family, the first and only son of Helvius and Persephone Plinth. The Plinth family, an ancient, well-respected and well-known pureblood wizarding family, had no heir to continue the prestigious lineage until Silas was born. Thus, from the moment he was, the weight of carrying on the Plinth legacy fell on Silas’ shoulders. There was no love within his household — his father, an unforgiving and stern man, had great expectations of his son and heir. His mother was the same, determined to make him into someone the family legacy could be proud of. The Plinth family was old money wealthy, and so for as soon as he was able to understand, Silas was given tutors and more — everything he could ask for, with the intention of moulding him into one of society’s elite. His father, having attended Durmstrang Institute himself, planned on sending his son there, but it was Persephone, a Hogwarts Slytherin graduate, who insisted that he attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To placate his wife, Helvius agreed after Silas received his acceptance letter, albeit a little reluctantly. It would be best for all, if he could find himself sorted into Slytherin. That was his wish, as he stepped into the great hall his first year.
Put me in Slytherin. He would keep up with his studies and put in tremendous effort with his classes and his schooling, finding a profound love for Quidditch and preferring to stay at the school most breaks instead of returning home. The Plinth Manor had always felt cold to him, for it was devoid of the love and warmth one should expect from a home and the family that lived there.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: I would love to see him in Slytherin!
Personality:Tell us a bit about your character’s personality (likes, dislikes, fears, etc.) What are they like on a good day versus a bad one? Is your character particularly cheerful? Do they hate sunlight?Unlike the vast majority of his family, Silas has a rather different personality. While at the beginning of a relationship or from afar he may seem cold, the striking image of his father, he’s actually quite charismatic and open-minded.
Appearance:Briefly describe your character's appearance (hair color, build, stature, etc.) What effect does it have on their personality? For example, does the shy Ravenclaw girl secretly dye her hair black because she hates her natural blonde? Does the curly-haired Gryffindor use charms to hide his freckles?N/A
→ RETURNING STUDENTS.Note: This section is only for students who have been previously played at Hogwarts. Please see here for more information about Castle Dropouts levels/how many levels you are eligible to claim.Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application):Number of New Levels Requested:New Levels Request:How your character kept up with their studies: Whether your character was still at Hogwarts or left school entirely for a while, tell us how they were able to keep up with their studies and learn about magic, which would allow their levels to keep increasing.
→ 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 I:
The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.
A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.
The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.
Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.
Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.
If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.
Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.
"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.
"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"
The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.
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: Option 1
It was a quiet evening at Hogwarts. Classes had ended for the day, and to say he was exhausted would have been an understatement. However, as tired as he was.. he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. In fact, he
welcomes it. Were it up to his father all those years ago, he would’ve been drilled incessantly without a break from sunup to sundown. It was his mother who had saved him from that awful fate, and though he would never say it to her face, he’s thankful for it. Not because he’s impolite…but she might’ve taken offense to it instead.
Blinking so that his eyesight could adjust to the lighting, Silas Plinth fought back the urge to yawn as his room came into view. Right. He’d fallen asleep and accidentally taken a nap, books strewn across his lap and his bed from his studies. The Plinth boy should’ve been used to it by now, having already had a few years within the castle’s walls, but old habits die hard it seems. Sitting up, he runs a hand through his soft, thick curls and sleepily shakes his head before leaning forward to close his books and gather them into his arms before he stands from his bed, his joints creaking as he did so.
Wincing at a jolt of pain in the back of his neck (he must’ve slept wrong) he returns his textbooks to their rightful places, adjusting his robes and his appearance to look as put together as possible…just as his mother and father had taught him. A soft sigh falling from his lips, the boy makes his way into the Slytherin common room — empty, due to the hour of night it currently was.
For a moment he stands there, considering, gnawing on his bottom lip — a nervous habit he never broke, even since childhood. It’s against the rules to be roaming the halls at night, he knows…but if he wasn’t caught, a little rule-breaking couldn’t hurt, right?
Thus, that’s how he found himself roaming the castle dungeon corridors…to clear his sleep-addled mind, he tells himself. He startles at the sound of a voice, young and feminine. One that definitely
shouldn’t be down here. Following the sound, a young girl comes into view, and Silas crosses his arms over his chest. “You shouldn’t be down here.” He says. “It’s not safe.”
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