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Archived Applications / Esmeralda Alricsson - Student App
« on: 20/12/2023 at 23:34 »
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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Esmeralda Rocio Alricsson Wilding Lyons

Birthday: 30th of April, 1959

Hometown: Valencia, Spain

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring and Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): Firstie! (or second i guess??)

Biography:

Esme has, for the most part, lived a very charmed life.

Her father, though perennially busy, dotted on her the most. And her mother, while sage-like and stern when she needed to be, made sure she stayed on track to be fulfilled. She grew up without a need that wasn't met or a want that wasn't appeased. She had every sort of doll, toy, and trinket a child could ask for.

And yet, it did not really define her. She had an astute understanding that things were things and, while she did favor and like them, she liked people more. That, and magic.

More than even her brother, she dreamed of the time when she could start her magical journey and become a great witch like in the stories she read growing up. She wanted to fly around on a broom and shoot spells at evil doers, defending those that needed it.

When her letter finally came, she hung it up above her bed to her calendar and started counting down the days.

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

House Request: Not Gryffindor

Personality: For the most part, Esme is entirely cheery. She loves to smile and loves to laugh. Rightly as well, she can get vocal and angry and loud when someone is doing things wrong. She is quite social, always having been the one to organize the girls at parties to play or instigating a game. She likes to understand the world around her, and could undercut someone with a sharp tongue without the intent to be malicious.

For the most part, Esme is always here for a good time. Even if that means a little mischief.

Appearance: She is blonde-haired, modestly bronzed skin from living on the beach. She is average height, though much of everything else about her isn't. She has a bright, dimpled smile and takes care to present herself the best way possible with rich clothes and jewelry. Takes very much after her parents.

→ 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.



Roleplay Response:

The dungeons were wicked.

Esme didn't mind getting lost in them. She had been told they were damp, dark, and icky. During the Opening Feast, she'd even asked what she should expect from going down there and what areas should be avoided. Even more than the Forbidden Forest, she was warned the dungeons were no place to travel along.

Now, she couldn't rightly understand why.

Sure, there was the possibility that she could find a path near the potions lab and a poorly-brewed potion might explode. Or she could fall down a chute and find herself falling into an underground pool. Perhaps one of the older Slytherins would be in a foul mood and decide to leave the wayward first-year dangling by her ankle in the air for the remainder of the day.

The rewards for her outweighed said risks. She wanted to experience everything, which included these desolate, dimly-lit corridors. The thing she hadn't planned for was someone else doing the same thing and not having her same bright outlook.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The voice sounded shaky. Esme had been happy to walk around in the darkness, but now she took out her wand and cast a, "Lumos!"

"Hi," she said in greeting, letting the light from her wand flood the space between them. She didn't know this girl, not yet at least, though she looked to be near her age. Esme smiled, hoping to disarm any trepidation that might have come from running into a stranger in the dark.

"Is that a friend of yours? Are you looking for her?" Her offer to help hung in her tone, though she didn't outright say it.

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Elsewhere Accepted / Esmeralda Alricsson | Elsewhere Child
« on: 10/01/2023 at 05:21 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Esmeralda Rocio Alricsson Wilding Lyons

Gender: Female

Age: 8; 30th of April, 1959

Bloodline: Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Orion Alricsson and Felicity Wilding (played characters)

Residence: Wizarding Spain; Valencia Region

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)? Nope.

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site: Adrian Alric and co.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)

It was a deep-seated, back-and-forth debate on whether Esmeralda would be born with the surname Alricsson or Lyons.

Moving to Spain hadn't always been the plan for Orion, her father, or Felicity, her mother. After they graduated from Hogwarts, one side wanted to move back to France and, eventually, Iceland. It was past time that the Alricssons fought for their rights back in Iceland, even if their family had been exiled after the war had torn allegiances and forced them to settle in the makeshift, stolen castle of a muggle nobleman. That, however, is another story entirely.

Felicity wished to remain in England and find opportunities there. It might be a struggle, outside a place of influence for either where they would need to establish their own roots. It was not a path Orion agreed on, given his life had always been one of promise and power. The very idea of struggling, despite doing so together, would not be swallowed by his pride.

Spain, however, felt like a compromise. Orion had never claimed the inheritance of his father's line; the usual ploy for the Alricssons in finding an ancient, pureblood family on the edge of death to steal all of their wealth through marriage. The Lyons line was one kept by stewardship, properties that were regularly taxed still, with a vaulted fortune that he could not access unless he wished to take up the name and all that came the nearly extinct line.

The transition didn't take long. In a year or two, they were settled into a normal rhythm. Building connections, gaining a seat in government and bribing the right people. It was a game Orion had always been built for and he threw his all into climbing and conniving his way to the point of influence.

Through that, Felicity had already birthed their first child. Ares, however, had to be an Alricsson. If not, they'd ultimately find themselves cursed. Not a superstition. Esmeralda, their daughter, on the other hand, could assume the name Orion was now proliferating. If Spain was to be their home, then surely she should accept a Spanish name and make it easier for her to rise in a society that had traditionally insulated itself from the rest of Europe. The argument raged for days between the couple, one of the fiercest they'd have since he'd met her all those years ago at Camp Loki. Felicity didn't want their children to have different names and didn't want there to be any divide when it came to their identities. If Ares would be an Alricsson, then Esme would have to be too.

As with most matters, Felicity's rationale won out. Esmeralda would have to do with that being part of her heritage, along with the Icelandic name that could trace its line back for more than a thousand years, to the origins of the True Althing that had bound the wizarding families of Iceland and created an order unseen in Magical Europe.

Little did it play into just who this girl was. Only in who she would ultimately become.

Esme had always welcomed the spotlight, even as a babe crying through nights on end and making it rather difficult for her parents to catch any sleep. She was demanding, though seemingly affectionate when given the attention she desired.

Growing up without need put the responsibility of interacting with the world on her shoulders. She was daring and bold, richly educated, and ever-curious about the things around her. She was quick to laugh and quick to get herself in trouble. When the world screamed for her to stop, she would find the words to scream back. There was a distinct sense of confidence since the moment she could walk, with every step leading to a new goal and a new conquest.

Still, that didn't mean you could step over people found along the way. Esme had always shown a rich spirit, making friends, and proving to make up the best parts of her parents. Her father always said her smile could light up a room, that he must have done something right by being blessed with her. To Felicity, Esme proved to be a double-edged sword of pride and worry about how her future would turn out.

That future felt like a lifetime away. For now, she was happy knowing her baby teeth were long gone and she could steal her brother's broom to fly around their palatial home without causing too much of a ruckus. 

Roleplay:
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Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:

"...Do you want to play?"

Finally, the answer to her prayers!

An electric smile spread through her face, eyes brightening at the invitation. Esme had been sitting by herself, enjoying the weather, appreciating her luck in not having the sky covered with clouds and dimming out the sun behind the blanket of grey. Her colorful pullover was left open, her hood falling behind, as she welcomed the heat.

Watching others play wasn't usually what she'd have settled with. Esme tended to find where the biggest grouping of kids was and wedge herself into the fun. And sure, there were a small handful of kids playing different games at the park that day, but none that made her want to throw herself at just yet.

She was waiting for just the right moment, just the right cause, and she must have let it come find her before she found it.

"Yes!" She responded, clapping her tiny hands together. Pushing herself off the floor, the Spanish girl brushed off the dirt from her trousers first. Her hands collided once more, letting the dirt fall free, before extending her hand in greeting. A good judge of character, this act, to see just how messy these games could get. The dirtier games were usually the most fun, after all. Her favorite day out here was when it was raining and all they had to themselves was a quaffle to throw around the mud.

It was a truly terrific time.

"I'm Esmeralda, and you are?"

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