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Hogwarts School Accepted / Rosalie Laurence | Student Application
« on: 01/12/2024 at 00:09 »

Application for Hogwarts School


→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Rosalie “Rosie” Laurence

Birthday: August 7th, 1959

Hometown: West Sussex, England

Bloodline: Pureblood


Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring/Summoning

Year (pick two): 4th, 3rd if not available.

Biography:
Rosalie Gretchen Laurence was born to Leo and Gretchen Laurence at St. Mungo’s on August 7th, 1959, their first and only child. Her father, Leo was the son of Robert Laurence, the younger brother of William Laurence, one of England’s most powerful and influential dukes. Rosie’s mother, Gretchen was a pureblood witch from an upper middle-class background. The two met at university and married shortly after graduation.

Leo spent his days commuting between West Sussex and London as a barrister for the Ministry of Magic, while Gretchen stayed home with Rosalie, overseeing her tutoring and the daily management of the home.

Due to her extended family’s social status, Rosie benefitted from similar privileges of her older cousins. Wealth and status were all part of it, along with the freedom that came with not being the direct heirs to the duchy. While she grew up in a normal home with a rather down-to-earth magical upbringing, she still wanted for nothing, and attended all of the rather posh aristo events that her parents were invited to.

Being her parents’ only child, they were hesitant to send her off to Beauxbatons, as was family tradition, and so she was privately tutored. Overbearing and overprotective were fair words to describe the adults that raised Rosalie, which often resulted in her feeling suffocated. While she was allowed to play sports at private clubs, including quidditch, swimming and tennis, she spent much of her time at home, either studying or wandering the house. She was often lonely, her parents never allowing her friends to stop by and visit, as many of them were (albeit wealthy) muggles. Her parents were blood-snobs, as most of the Laurence family was, though they managed to keep this prejudice under wraps outside of the comfort of their own home. While Rosie does not yet sign her name to this particular value, she does recognize the importance of blood, status and wealth in the overall big picture.

House Request: Not Ravenclaw please.

Personality:
Personality wise, she’s a little shy and takes some time to warm to new people. She’s slightly stuck-up and awkward, as she’s been homeschooled her entire life so her social skills are not completely where they should be for her age. She is a rule-follower, finding that rules help her understand exactly where her place is and what’s expected of her. She doesn’t necessarily like it when others break rules, but she’s not one to call them out unless it truly gets under her skin. Overall, she’s a typical teenage girl who enjoys sports, rock music, dancing girly aesthetics and small cute animals.

Appearance:
Rosalie is every bit an aristo-girl in physical appearance. She has golden-blonde hair that she wears long and often pulled back into a bun or ponytail. Her face is almost cherubic with pale skin, full lips and striking bright blue eyes. She is very pretty, having inherited a good mix of genes from her mother and the Laurence family. She typically dresses in what I call “girly-grunge”. She loves pinks, blacks, grays and will often be found in baggier clothes, ripped jeans and converse sneakers. Her nails are always painted and she loves some makeup, providing her a good balance. When dressing for important events with her family, she is posh, tidy and the picture of sophistication. She can also be caught chewing bubblegum more often than not.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

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:
Rosie loved the dungeons. There was something about the way her footsteps reverberated across the stone floors and walls against the otherwise silent corridors that tickled her ears. It reminded her of the halls in her great-uncle’s enormous castle. The one place she could get lost in for hours and escape her parents without the threat of them coming to look for her.

Hogwarts’s dungeons felt the same. Often abandoned aside from the one or two Slytherins she would pass during her walks. Strangely, she liked to listen to the strange stories the dungeon portraits would share amongst themselves, or read down here. It kept her from the watchful eyes of the librarian, and it gave her plenty of peace and quiet. Most of the students seemed intimidated to come down here, at least on their own. Something about a ghost, and that one Hufflepuff kept going on and on about a torture chamber. Honestly, what an idiot.

As Rosie turned left, away from the common room and down towards the swimming pool, she caught sight of what appeared to be a first year Gryffindor, standing in the middle of the hallway, practically trembling out of her own shoes.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

Rosie sighed. She really wasn’t a fan of the younger years. Not after her summer as a counselor at the summer camp and having to deal with all their tantrums, homesickness and tears. Not to mention the younger kids seemed to have a high proclivity to breaking all the stupid rules they could manage. Did none of them have brains?

“There’s no such as thing as ghosts,” Rosie answered, her voice full of exasperation and impatience at having come across the girl. Still, she didn’t slow her pace, and merely shrugged around the younger girl as she walked by. “Aside from the castle ghosts. But Birch isn’t one of ‘em. You ought to be more scared of the lake squid.” She gave a little grin over her shoulder.

“I hear if you even think about the lake, it shoots it’s tentacles through the windows and snatches first years. Ask Ruth Elliot.”

Rosie typically wasn’t that mean, but she’d had enough of the younger kids, and they all had to get broken in somehow.


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Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): Nila Arian (pre-2013), Benji Cuddrun, Julia Laurence, Mae Garland

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Elsewhere Accepted / Rosalie Laurence - Elsewhere Child
« on: 11/11/2024 at 18:26 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Rosalie "Rosie" Laurence

Gender: Female

Age:
14

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Leo & Gretchen Laurence (No)

Residence:
West Sussex, England

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
No

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Benji Cuddrun, Julia Laurence

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Rosalie was born to Leo and Gretchen Laurence, at St. Mungo's in August of 1959, their first and only child. Her father was the son of Robert Laurence, the brother of William Laurence, one of England's more influential dukes. Her mother, Gretchen was a pureblood witch from a middle-class background. Her parents had met at university, and married shortly after graduation.

Due to her extended family's social status, Rosie benefited from similar privileges of her older cousins. While she grew up in a normal home with a rather down-to-earth magical upbringing, she still wanted for nothing, and attended all of the rather posh aristo events that her parents were invited to.

Being her parents' only child, they were hesitant to send her off to boarding school in Scotland or France, and so she was privately tutored. They tend to be overbearing and protective, which results in her feeling suffocated at times. She played sports with private clubs, including Quidditch, swimming and tennis. Personality-wise, she's a little shy but sporty, and friendly once she warms up. She's a typical teenage girl who finds adults embarrassing and sometimes annoying but overall she's fairly laid-back and easy-going.

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

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:
Rosie wandered the park on her own, taking in its sights and occupants on her own. Her father had some sort of business in Hogsmeade and decided for some reason, she had to join him. It was rather routine at this point. On the weekends, when she didn't have schoolwork, her father always had her tag along on his little outings. While she'd rather not join in and hang out with her friends instead, she always gave in. He liked her company.

Why she had to come though, when she wasn't even allowed in the building was another thing. Her father had pressed a couple galleons in her hand and sent her off to wander the village alone. She'd been here a time or two. The cobblestoned streets and whimsical buildings always made her smile. She sometimes envied the kids who went to Hogwarts, having such a neat place to come hang out on the weekends. As though a giant magical castle wasn't cool enough.

She still didn't understand why she couldn't attend like everyone else. "What would we do here without you, Rosie?" her mother would ask. "You'd be homesick within a day," her father would say. Rosie would always roll her eyes. She doubted she'd miss them half as much as they'd miss her. She guessed she'd never know though.

"John, I said wait up!"

Rosie turned her head towards the sound of the little voice, and she watched as she continued walking. A little girl was struggling to get her toy broom off the ground while three boys soared happily above her, giving no notice to her at all. Rosie gave a little laugh. She wished she could be so invisible sometimes. The girl, noticing her looking, snapped at Rosie, asking her if she wanted to play.

Rosie's eyes widened in amusement and her lips tightened. The girl was a mean little thing by the looks of it. She shoved her hands in her pockets and shook her head warily. "No thanks," she said with a little laugh, and kept it moving. She hadn't signed up for babysitting some random boy's little sister.
 

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