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Archived Applications / Nic Viggano
« on: 07/04/2019 at 21:29 »
Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Nicholas Corvus Viggano
Birthday: 8 September 1940
Hometown: London
Bloodline:
Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning
Year (pick two):
5th, 4th
Biography:
There was a comfort about the walls of Salem. A fake comfort. An odd one, because of the immense distance between this home in America and the one back in London. A comfort with friends he had gotten used to, with a life that was predictable, views that were familiar around every turn.
Oz had told loads about Hogwarts, but Nic had never quite felt the need to go there. His father and mother had spoken about Hogwarts in awe, but Nic already had his place and he felt no immediate need to expand on his experience. Not that he lacked the desire for adventure - those who knew Nicholas would know that there were few others who went about exploring the world as thoroughly and systematically as he would, reaching out in quiet to turn every rock with uttermost carefulness, to stroke his fingers softly against every surface, be it stone or moss or cold, liquid water.
If there was anything that Nic appreciated, it was the possibility of returning to something that was safe and warm and stable.
And so it was with great irony that he had been sent to the States, though perhaps his soul was older than he was. Perhaps it was the luxurious life of his Viggano grandparents (as well as the extreme contrast of their life compared to that of his other grandparent, Marcus Vega Sr.) and the possibility of disappearing into silken pillows that had drawn him to life in the USA. Everything was bigger there, grand and square and monumental, in comparison to the old English brick.
And yet, it was the English brick that returned him home. English brick in the form of parents that wanted him closer, that wanted the brothers to watch out for each other and - perhaps more importantly - for their younger sister. Parents that also required warmth and closeness and a Feeling of Family. Recognising that the grandparents were Getting Old, carrying so much responsibility already, heading the Viggano family - they had other businesses to run and it had been meant that they should be the ones to hold the primary care for the teenage Viggano.
He had not protested.
He just did not quite fancy the idea of having to start anew. To abandon Rook Society, exchanging his pieces of chess for little pictures of lions, eagles, snakes or badgers. With two parents having passed through the Slytherin house (though strangely non-elitist and rebellious in all things green-and-silver) and a Brother Raven, it was hard not to let the mind wander to what colour would suit him best, now that it was turning into Reality all of a sudden.
And yet he was at loss, with this uneasy gut feeling that came with changing locations and abandoning friends. Donning new black robes, in perfect quality and with Love of Mother in its seams -
His steps were slightly hesitant and the looks he cast around were awkward, but never-the-less they brought him forward with a certain steadiness. Hidden underneath his robes was a jar of bugs - a fascination he had carried since he was little that had never quite ended, he could stare at the little moving creatures for hours and found himself immensely fascinated by the transformational phases through which they passed - in his right pocket a pair of white mice, their little pink feet tickling against the skin of his palm.
And with that, he found the familiarity, the safety that he needed, in order to be able to handle the move.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
House Request: Sort!
Personality:
Kind, honest, a bit held back, slightly anxious, but likes other people very much and can quickly come to care about them on a deeper level. Some of his strengths are to be found in cleverness and curiosity in other people and the world at large. He is shy of conflict and is quite likely to be the first person to back out when feeling threatened. Sadly this also makes it very hard for him to stand up for his friends - he is a carer, not a fighter.
He wouldn't have the guts to make the first move in a romantic setting, but he is a fierceful romantic and a dreamer at heart.
Appearance:
Nic looks most like his father, brown haired and brown eyed, in stark contrast to his redhead brother, sister and mother. He has the general look of a teenager in growth, lanky and just slightly above average height. He is neat and clean and really quite tidy, and tends to give the impression that he comes from a properly furnished home (in truth he is probably the tidiest person in his immediate family as the rest of them tend to be a bit all over the place). Nic is not particularly muscular or strong and comes accross more as the bookish sort than the athlete, though he doesn't mind playing Seeker for Quidditch.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Option I:
"Flicker," he whispered.
It was possible that Nic was the only person in the world to whisper someone's name when searching for them - for anyone else shouting might have been the way to go about it, but Nic was used to doing the soft approach. Besides, when it was about creatures and - in this case - rather small creatures - soft was always better.
Nic knew this from years of experience with picking up and befriending little creatures.
It was harder with the big ones. They tended to scare him a bit. Which made soft approaches a lot harder.
"Fliiickeeer," he whispered again.
Nibbles rummaged around his pocket, looking for his friend, and then there was a different sound --
"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"
Nic jumped where he was squatting
Suddenly he got extremely self conscious.
Looking down at the neatly folded sleeves of his shirt he could feel his face go warm. If someone could see him in the dull light they'd find that his face had gone from a smooth thought slightly freckled cream to tomato, to deep scarlet.
Emma?
Did she think he looked like a girl?
Instead of answering, Nicholas felt a growing need to change something. He'd have to get a hair cut - at this length it just didn't lay right.
Staying completely still, he hoped that he would become invisible against the wall so that the other person would just pass him by. Although his mind was already reaching the conclusion that since he'd already been called Emma that probably wasn't going to happen.
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