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Archived Applications / Pascale Heloise Astor
« on: 18/08/2012 at 22:51 »
Application for Beauxbatons Academy
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Astor, Pascale Heloise
Birthday: 18 October 1963
Hometown: Auvergne, France
Bloodline: Pureblood
Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown
Magical Strength (pick one): C/S
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning
Year (pick two): 1, 2
Biography:
They say that the gods are not kind, but I do not believe in gods.
Mother does. She uses them to corral Thing 1 and Thing 2 (my brothers, you see, aged 14 and 16, ruddy-faced and bleating) when they've made a mess or offended the neighbors. She threatens them, in that silent, clicking way that she threatens everyone, her watery cheeks sallow and shaking as she blinks from one to the other.
Then she sends them to church, which is a silly thing to do as we are too far from a town for a church, and instead have a small chapel in the east annex. It's a pitiful thing, for the annex was never completed (the manor is drafty, you see, and unkempt) and Thing 1 and 2 are forced to pray amidst a thatched roof and weak candlelight.
But they deserve it, of course.
Boys are meant to be punished.
Meddlesome things, and my mother is not a strong woman (of course not! you say, and I agree). Any woman who must lean on gods to do her bidding has far greater cause for concern than two troublesome boys. Their blood runs hot, naturally, and they cannot help but find themselves in all manner of trouble. She's a small thing, my mother, and my father is a simple man.
He likes her, and that makes him weak, too.
I am not weak. I have no interest in Thing 1, Thing 2, not mother, not father - I have no curiosity in mud or trees or climbing through craggled rock. Their feet come back ruined, their hands scraped, and my hands are delicate tools - built for fine work, cartography, the study of texts or better.
Better, of course, you see, quite naturally. I need no gods. I have my own.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
Ecole Request: Humanities. <3
Personality:
Prim, delicate, quite finely brought - it makes little sense, for Pascale's family has no real wealth to its name (and only a good name of which to speak). She's motivated in her own endeavors, and is disinterested in pleasing those around her. Often, she prefers to languish and do nothing at all, and works just as feverishly in the next second.
Appearance:
Small. Pascale looks frail, and perhaps she is - she doesn't eat well, never exercises, and a steady diet of chocolate croissants and sweet milk can't be good for a growing girl. She's never met a vegetable that she likes, and her hair hangs in limp clumps around her face. Her eyes are a dark, deep blue that can either project a shallow nature or something of infinitessimal depth.
But mostly, she's small. Short. Tiny.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to the Sample Roleplay below.
There were carrots, Pascale noted. Carrots raining from the heavens.
But that was silly, of course, for there were no heavens - heavens predicated gods, and there were none of those left in the world. It was a shallow place, a vapid wasteland of people and faces and she liked them all in equal measure (that is to say she didn't, not at all).
Still, her eyes widened with some interest. Carrots. How peculiar.
"Oh!"
It seemed that someone else had noticed them, too.
The slop of gravy down the front of her blouse came as a surprise, and Pascale shrieked.
"I'm so sorry!"
"But why-" she raged, her small voice rising to a tinny shriek. "The carrots were so lovely."
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Previous Characters (if applicable): Baby you know me.
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