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« on: 03/04/2015 at 11:34 »

Application for Hogwarts School

Name: Hana Sato

Birthday: 1 January 1930

Hometown: Yamagata, Japan

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Charms

Year (pick two): Fourth, Third

Youko Tachibana was born in a family already cracking under the suspicion of infidelity. Her parents were already in their mid-thirties and their only child, Youko’s older sister, was already thirteen years old; none of them had foreseen Youko coming into the family, or had planned on it.

Her birth was not met well by her mother, whereas her father and her older sister were more positive, doting on her as much as they could, to keep the family together.

However, when Youko was two years old, things took a turn for the worst when her father was caught red-handed, cheating on her mother with another man. Poor Youko had all the love and affection ripped from her, and she, in her two years of age, didn’t know why.

When she turned six, all she knew was that her family wasn’t like the families of her schoolmates, and that she needed a new family. So, of course, her family needed to disappear.

On the 31st of December 1974, New Year’s Eve, the whole family, with the parents already going through a rough divorce and their teenaged eldest daughter hating everything and everyone (with the sole exception of her mother), gathered together with forced cordiality, broken when the father brought his boyfriend along.

Youko, poised at the head of the table with her birthday cake in front of her, clutched at the tiny teddy bear her father had given her when she was small. Little six-year-old Youko eyed at the flickering flame of the candle, closed her eyes, and wished for everyone to disappear, so she could find herself a new, better family.

When she took a breath and blew out the candle, she felt that something had changed – was changing. When she opened her eyes, she was sitting in the middle of a field, alone.

A broad smile pulled at her lips, but it was eclipsed by the fact that she was a) hungry, b) didn’t get to have cake, and c) had no idea if where she was had a comfortable bed or not.

And so, Youko cried.

And that started her family-searching adventures, with lying, deceit, and manipulation.

The first new family she’d found was an elderly couple, and she’d introduced herself as Yuuki. Apparently, it was their field she was on, and they’d heard her cries from their house. It was good, for a while. There were delicious food, a comfortable bed, plenty of climbable trees, and nice neighbourhood kids to play with. After a year, she got bored of the countryside, and plotted to run away by getting a ‘letter’ from her ‘younger sister’ about her ‘family’s’ whereabouts. The elderly couple were sad to see her go. She left, waving to them from the train, and wiping crocodile tears from her eyes.

The second new family she’d found was a young woman and her puppy, and she’d introduced herself as Ayako. She’d met the woman at the train station where one of the neighbourhood teens from the countryside had dropped her off at and she had left the teen in a rush (presumably in excitement to meet up with her ‘family’). It was good, for a while. There was the puppy, for one. And for another, her house was quite spacious and comfortable, and the woman cooked well. After almost a year, the woman announced she was going to Germany to stop her brother from becoming a soldier. She had not foreseen this and, panicked, she had clung onto the woman and begged, plead, and cried to bring her along. After a short while, the woman acquiesced, and they set off for Germany. However, when the woman hadn’t returned to the house they were staying there at for a few days, she got bored and ran away without another trace.

The third new family she’d found was that of a girl her age with the blue eyes, and she’d introduced herself as Aoi. They met when she was hiding in an alleyway, wary and a bit scared of the soldiers prowling about, and she’d cried quietly in the hopes that it might attract the attention of someone kindhearted, and with good food and a nice bed. She got her wish, and along with it came her first crush on the girl, Ava. It was good, for a while. The rations made her irritated but Ava was always so pretty to look at that she let it go for a while. She’d tried running away after a year, but Ava had found her, and she found the girl’s worried crying tiresome, and so she stayed for a bit longer, subtlety playing pranks on Ava, who, in her credit, thought they were quite amusing as well. After another year, her saving grace came in the form of Ava’s father, a highly patriotic German man who saw anyone non-German as the opposition. Once he’d seen her, he kicked her out of his house, and, Ava, tearfully bid her goodbye with a map to the harbour and a chaste kiss. She had stroked Ava’s cheek, softly, whispered sweet nothings, and, finally, fled.

The fourth new relation – as she refuses to call it a ‘family’ – was with a German refugee, and she’d introduced herself as Hinata. She’d met him at the harbour, when he was about to go off to England, and he’d taken her under his wing. It was horrible. The food was scarce, the house was leaking, and the blanket they had to share was scratchy. And that was only the half of it! Needless to say, it was a blip on her otherwise flawless record (or so she liked to think) and she left after only a month and a half.

Incensed that she had made the wrong choice, but grateful it was over, she’d decided to go to an orphanage instead of looking for a new family herself. That lasted for only a year, again, when she’d discovered that, apparently, the orphanage was located in a magical village called Hogsmeade. She disliked being frequently on edge (though fleetingly) about the magic around her, so she turned her back on the magic community and returned to the nonmagical one.

The fifth new family was that of a girl her age with the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, and she’d introduced herself as Mei. She’d met the girl at a train station, and she was happy to discover that the girl was from a rich family. She wasn’t happy, however, when the girl presented her to the parents as the girl’s new personal maid. She brushed it off for a while, amused at this ‘maid game’ she’d found herself in. However, a year of being ordered around and running in heels had only led her to discover three things: 1) she disliked being ordered around, even by pretty girls with blue eyes, 2) running in heels would probably be a fairly useful skill she could use in the future, and 3) she was bored with the maid game already. She had decided to run away, but not before playing a prank on her ‘mistress.’ This backfired on her, though, when she was punished by the girl’s parents, and, after getting bored in the few months of her punishment, she begged, pleaded, and cried for the girl’s forgiveness, which was readily given through a smug smirk. She played a prank on the whole family that night, and ran away without a backwards glance or a hint of where she’d go.

The sixth new family was a group of young street children, and she’d introduced herself as Rei. She’d met the children when she was living in the streets, bored and hungry, and the much younger ones had been kind – and gullible – enough to share their food with her (which, they’d assured her, wasn’t from the trash bins). She’d soon gained their trust and respect when she’d told them a way to get plenty of free, delicious food, by sneaking into the houses of the middle class during air raids (she was confident enough in her magic to protect her from the air raids, anyway).

However, after a year with the street children, she’d bumped into the German refugee again. In a rush of panic and fear, she’d ran from him, and somehow managed to find herself in the magical community yet again. She’d shrugged it off and turned her back on her street child lifestyle, opting to learn more about her magic instead and regain that respect she’d earned from the street children.

If she couldn’t find a new family that would shower her with love, affection, and gifts, then she’d earn everyone’s respect instead.

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House Request: Slytherin

Cunning, ambitious, and definitely not afraid to get what she wants through whatever means possible, I think Hana would fit in quite nicely in Slytherin. Her loyalty and hardwork can only be attained if she thinks she has something to gain from it. She's definitely precocious, but she doesn't have much interest in scholarly learnings, unless it helped her in her goals. And while she's brave and impulsive, she'd much quickly turn tail and run if things turn sour (but she would show a bit of chivalry if it would work in her favor too).

Personality: Hana could most probably be diagnosed with sociopathy - but since that's not an accepted term anymore, it would have to be psychopathy. However, her streak of uncaring for others' emotions has more to do with whether or not they would give her love, and she'd more likely just cut all ties and leave than actually end someone (too messy for her tastes, though the thought had never crossed her mind, anyway).

She's quite delusional in regards to her magical power, as well, thinking she's powerful enough to make people (and even whole buildings and towns) disappear, and that she can travel back in time, but that she doesn't yet have the skill to tap into it again, but she's confident enough in herself that she could.

She still experiences emotions, however only fleetingly, but to an intense degree - as such, anything that sparks her happiness is addicting, and anything that sparks her boredom is quickly dropped, and the only things that spark her interest are usually (cute) blue-eyed girls, puppies, and people who don't fall for her charms easily. She likes a challenge, but even that can get boring after a while.

She's actually an incredibly lonely girl, though she has managed to hide it successfully for years.

Appearance: Petite, short black hair, dark brown eyes, and a bright, charming smile, she's your usual kawaii Japanese girl, quite often found in a simple dress (which she'd probably stolen before), or a more practical t-shirt and shorts (which she'd also probably stolen before), or huddled in a big coat with a fur-lined hood in the winter (which the street children had previously stolen for her, as a gift).

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Option 2

This castle was fascinating. She wondered how much it would cost.

Or maybe she could just build herself her own castle, or have someone else build it for her (under her watch, of course).


Someone was yelling in the corridors, and, interest piqued, she turned to look at who the yeller was, and who they were pursuing.

“Wait up! It’s for the paper!”

Apparently, the yeller was a reporter, the one who kept misquoting people, and the one she was pursuing was – her. She looked away, interest gone in a puff, and walked on, pretending not to have heard the other girl. Now, on the subject of castles, hers would have to be much bigger and more fascinating than Hogwarts, of course –

“What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

Miss Reporter was still after her, apparently. And talking about a food called frog’s legs. She’d unknowingly eaten some, before, when she was six, and they were surprisingly good. With full intent to give a quick answer, she looked over at the girl and opened her mouth –

She blinked.

The girl had such blue eyes.

A small smile pulled at her lips, bright and pretty, and she stopped walking to give the other girl her full attention.

“I have no comment on the frog’s legs.”

She tilted her head, feigning curiosity, eyes bright. “How would that quote turn out when you write it, I wonder? It must be quite interesting, ne?”


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I was wondering if it was possible to move subaccount(s) to another parent account? Since the other subaccounts in some of my parent accounts aren't that active, so I'd like to put the active ones under an active parent account, for easier access. I'm not sure if this made sense, so basically, is moving subaccount/s possible?

Elsewhere Accepted / Hana Sato
« on: 21/04/2014 at 11:40 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

Character Name: Hana Sato

Gender: Female

Age: 10

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Rikuto and Kasumi Tachibana (father and mother) – both unavailable due to the Time Warp


Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Yes, the Hogsmeade Children’s Home.

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
L Azuriah, et al.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
31 December 1974/1 January 1937

Youko had just turned six when she wished that everyone would disappear. And it came true.

Her parents had been going through a rough divorce for a while now. Her mother had moved out of the house ages ago and still didn’t visit. Her father had thrown himself at his work and Youko rarely, if ever, saw him. Her older sister picked on her and Youko just bit her lip.

They all became civil to each other when New Year’s came along, which was also coincidentally her birthday.

She looked at her family looking at her with cold dark brown eyes and impatient curves of the lips.

She closed her eyes and wished everyone would disappear.

When she opened them, she was sitting in the middle of a cornfield.

She cried.


8 January 1937

She had been six years old for three days now. Her family was gone and she had cried, scared out of her mind.

She had some sort of magical ability and she was scared of what else it could do. Because on the one hand, her family was gone, which was great! But on the other hand, she didn’t have food or clothes or a comfortable bed! And Kuma-chan disappeared too, which was not part of the plan at all.

Half of her problems were saved when a farmer had found her. He must have had heard her crying.

“What’s your name, little girl?”

She’d sniffed and wiped her eyes with her tiny fist. “You- Yuuki.”

The farmer had smiled and invited her in to his and his wife’s house at the edge of the cornfield. She’d tearily agreed.

“M-My parents left me. I don’t know why. I’m scared,” she’d told them, crying into the tea they’d given her.

The farmer’s wife had asked her if she knew where her parents went and she’d shaken her head sadly. “We were going on a trip. I forgot where.” Another bout of tears sprung had from her eyes and she’d sobbed, rubbing them away with a shaky hand.

“Yuuki-chan,” the farmer’s wife had said, after a pause. Youko Yuuki had looked up at them through tear-stained eyes. “I’m sure you’re tired. Would you like to stay and rest for a while?” The woman had offered her a soft smile, “Maybe after a good sleep, you can remember?”

She’d sniffed and, after a pause of hesitation, nodded once.

She’d been staying with them for three days, when they asked her again.

“Yuuki-chan, do you remember where your family was going?”

She’d shaken her head sadly, eyes downcast. “No.” Tears had brimmed in her eyes.

The farmer had patted her on the head. “It’s alright. You can stay another day.”

She had been staying with them for a week now. The farmer and his wife had been whispering to each other when they thought she was in the room they’d let her stay in.

They asked her later if she would like to stay with them for a bit longer.

Tears sprung in her eyes and she sniffed. “I- I would like that. You are both very kind to me. But I wouldn’t want to be a burden.”

The couple smiled at her. “It’s no trouble at all.”

She smiled and bowed to them. “Please take care of me.”


2  January 1938

She had just turned seven the day before. She’d been living with the farmer and his wife for a year now. The field was big enough to run in for hours. The neighbors were friendly. The neighboring kids loved to chase each other in the fields. But there was so much work to do. And the only other fun thing she could actually do was climb trees. She was dissatisfied and unsatisfied.

“I found a card from my little sister,” she said, eyes wide. She presented the hand-made pink card to them. Crudely drawn figures of what seemed to be a mother, a father, and their daughter stared up at them on the front with sad faces. The inside read in a shaky child’s handwriting,


She presented the opened letter envelope to them. It had the name AYA TAKAHASHI and an address scrawled. “Hokkaido,” she said.

“Hokkaido?” The farmer and his wife looked at each other, eyes sad.

“I can go on my own,” she said, straightening her shoulders and raising her chin, trying to look mature.

“Yuuki-chan, it’s not safe.”

“I can go on my own. I want... I want to be a big girl.” Her eyes were steely, determined.

The farmer and his wife looked at each other again, brows drawn with worry. They seemed to be having a silent conversation with their eyes.

Finally, the farmer’s wife sighed and smiled down at her. There were tears in her eyes. “I will pack you some food for the journey.”

Yuuki grinned up at them and they both smiled at her, eyes fond. “Pack your things,” the farmer said, patting her head.

She nodded, “Yes,” and bowed to them before dashing up the stairs. She could have sworn she heard the farmer’s wife sniffle.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she said at the train station, bowing low to the farmer and his wife.

“Have a safe trip, Yuuki-chan.” The farmer patted her head.


6 January 1938

She had been seven years old for two days when she arrived in Hokkaido. She’d wandered around the station, eyes sad. When she’d spotted what looked to be a middle-class woman, her eyes had filled with tears. As she’d passed the woman, she’d sniffled and rubbed her eye. The woman had noticed and asked her where her parents were.

“Dead,” she said, and promptly burst into tears.

The woman had taken her in. She had a small apartment and a puppy. She worked all day and came back at six in the evening to cook dinner. She had rolled out an extra bed for her new guest and the blankets were warm and soft.

Youko patted herself on the back; she had chosen well.

“I’m home,” the woman’s voice came from the door.

Youko Ayako looked up from playing with the puppy and grinned. “Welcome back!”

The woman smiled at her, eyes sad. “I’m making stew for dinner.”

“Do you need help?”

The woman chuckled, fond. “Okay, why not?”

She petted the puppy before following the woman to the small kitchen.

She could get used to this.


3  January 1939

She had turned eight years old two days before the woman announced that she was going to Germany.

She had a moment of internal panic as she watched, wide-eyed, the woman hurriedly packing her bags.

This was not supposed to happen.

“Take me with you,” she’d pleaded, clinging to the woman’s skirt.

The woman looked down at her, emotions running through her face in quick succession before settling on firm resignation. “No,” she said. Ayako froze. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“But- But why?” She clutched the woman’s skirt tightly.

“My brother had gone to Germany years ago. I received a letter from him just now, saying he was going to be a soldier, that he was going to fight in the war.” The woman pursed her lips. “I don’t want that to happen. I can’t let him die.”

“Take me with you,” she repeated, hugging the woman’s legs desperately.

The woman paused, and sighed, petting her hair gently. Ayako sniffled.

“I don’t want to be alone again,” she murmured, tears streaking down her cheeks.

The woman pursed her lips. After a long, tense silence, except for Ayako’s sniffling, the woman finally sighed.

“Alright. Pack your bags.”

Ayako sobbed into the woman’s skirt, thanking her over and over as she clung on.


7  January 1939

She had been eight years old for a week now, and she didn’t like Germany all that much.

It was frightening and there were soldiers everywhere and the woman had gone to see her brother and she still hadn’t come back.

She fled. She grimaced at the garbage around her, but the back alleys and dark corners were the only places she could hide from the scary soldiers. She hoped she could find a new family soon.

She was curled up in an alleyway, crying silently in fear. She wished someone from a good family would come and find her soon.

She heard footsteps in the mouth of the alley and looked up, hoping it wasn’t a scary soldier. Blue eyes stared at her curled up form. It was a girl about her age and she had dark hair and blue, blue eyes. The girl stared at her, surprised. She looked back at her girl, her cheeks stained with tears.

The girl said something in German and she frowned and answered confusedly in Japanese.

The girl shifted from foot to foot, before pointing to herself. “Ava,” she said.

She sniffled and pointed to herself too. “A- Aoi.”

The girl giggled. “‘Owwie’?” The girl, Ava, had a bright smile, all teeth and girlish delight.

Youko Aoi wiped her eyes and smiled, uncharacteristically shy.

Ava made a series of gestures that Aoi could barely decipher, and she told the other girl as much. When the two girls realized they couldn’t understand each other, they giggled. Ava reached out her hand to her and Aoi accepted with a smile.

Ava’s family were nice enough to take her under their wing.


4  January 1940

She had turned nine years old a few days ago, and had been living with Ava’s family for almost a year.

Aoi pointed at the table. “Tisch?”

Ava giggled and clapped. She pointed at the table too. “Teburu?”

Aoi grinned and clapped.

The two girls had been trying to learn each other’s language for the past year. Though, the language barrier didn’t prevent them from becoming close friends.

Ava’s father was a soldier and she hardly saw him, and Aoi comforted the girl to the best of her ability. Ava’s mother was a kindly woman who cooked delicious meals, even with the rationing. The household was a very good place in the midst of a war.

She couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, which was a rare thing for her. She wasn’t sure if she liked it. At that moment, as she watched Ava’s eyes light up every time she got something right, she liked it very much.


9  January 1941

She had just turned ten years old more than a week ago, which was also when she’d been driven out of Ava’s house. Ava’s father had come to visit and he was furious that they’d taken in some Asian girl. As far as Ava’s father was concerned, anyone who wasn’t German was the opposition.

While Ava’s mother had tried to calm him down, Ava hugged her goodbye, slipping a note in her pocket, a map towards the port, and whispered to her. Go to England. She would be safe there.

Aoi had given her a quick kiss on the lips, for good luck, she’d said to Ava’s surprised expression.

Aoi fled.


5 February 1941

She had been ten years old for a little more than a month, and in that time she’d found a refugee to take her under his wing and together they fled to England. It was a nice enough country. Too much rain for her taste, though, but all the rain meant that she could snuggle up under warm blankets all she wanted.

“Hinata,” the man called to her, a bowl of hot soup in his hands. She grinned from her cocoon of blankets. There wasn’t much they could have, which frustrated her. She was still planning out a good enough excuse to leave.

The German man knew a bit of English, which he taught to her as best as he could. Thanks to Ava, she could communicate a little more effectively with him, but she needed to learn the English language for when she finally left.

She thanked him politely in German and he smiled and petted her hair. “Gern geschehen,” he said, his hand wandering down to rub her back.

It made her uncomfortable and she said so, but he just smiled and said, “Macht euch keine Sorgen. Es ist in Ordnung.” Don’t worry. It’s alright.

She bit her lip, frowning, and shrugged off his hand. “Nein,” she repeated, firm.

The man just laughed, with a tinge of fondness, but his eyes were steely.

She wished she could form a good reason to leave, soon.


10 March 1941

She had been ten years old for two months and a little more than a week. She had left the German man’s care (she shuddered at the memory) a month and a half after she’d first met him. It was her briefest stay with a family to date, and she was both incensed that she’d made a wrong choice and grateful it was over.

She didn’t expect him to be like that. He didn’t look like it when she’d picked him out. She would have to be more cautious.

She decided to seek out an orphanage instead of another family.

With tears in her eyes, she said in broken English, “M-My family is dead.”

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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:
It was a rare sunny day in England, and she intended to bask in it for as long as possible.

She strolled through the park, a skip in her step as she let the sunlight warm her. She mentally patted herself on the back; she made a great choice with the orphanage. It was near the park, and the adults didn't look suspicious at all. So far.

She shuddered and shook her head. Happy thoughts, only happy thoughts. Sunlight, warmth, warm sunlight, strolling, running, yes, good. The smile slipped back onto her face.


She blinked, startled, and glanced wide-eyed at the sound of the voice.

"...Do you want to play?" the voice said, in a much gentler tone.

Hana blinked at the girl thoughtfully. She smiled.

"Depends on the game."

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