Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Ariella Mildred Ward

Birthday: May 12th 1962

Hometown: Dingle, Ireland

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): First would be fantastic, Second if need be!

Biography:
The Ward family never lived a particularly lavish or luxurious lifestyle but what they lacked in wealth they made up for in the love that radiated from their humble home. Arthur and Deirdre Ward raised their four children with a steady stream of warmth and support alongside the harsh and chilly cliffs. Ariella grew up never wanting for anything and while others her age may have turned their nose up at hand-me-downs and knitted scarves, she cherished each and every item handed to her. Possibly a bit too much as anyone could see by her fully stuffed drawer in a shared dresser with her eldest sister. The Ward's home was always cozy and welcoming. Ariella's grandparents lived in a stone home next to her parent's and down the dirt road to her aunt's. Aside a few other wizarding families, the young girl never felt alone.

Dingle may have struggled against the quickly growing world around it and far from modern times but that never seemed to bother to Wards. Raising their children to continue on family and cultural traditions was always important to them especially those entangled in the wizarding world. Ariella continued to grow into a pride for her home, her family name, and abilities however small at her young age.

In some ways the Wards created a sheltered bubble on their familial land. Despite the love and caring of her family this life "away" has stunted Ariella. She can be naive about the outside world and even too trusting of others. Never having to truly be independent, a safety net constantly surrounding her, has not exactly prepared her for this next chapter of her life.

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

House Request: Ravenclaw (truthfully if you need to fill a slot, toss me in)

Personality:
Unafraid of social situations, Ariella can be best described as outgoing to a fault. She seeks out new experiences having spent much of her time on her family's land and among her siblings or cousins. A fierce friend she can tend to be overwhelming but means well. That said she does trust others easily and can be naive about life. Easily influenced, she could be talked into a good deal of situations without realizing the possible ramifications. Her mother always worries what kind of group of peers she could fall in with.

One would have a hard time poking or prodding Ari to anger. She is used to teasing and rough housing thanks to her cousins. The one thing that would truly set her off is her family or close friends being attacked or spoken ill of. Not too keen on bullying, she may have a hard time forming words without a stutter but she would certainly pipe up.

Ari loves to collect little trinkets of some kind, her father lovingly teasing that she may have been a raven in a past life. She enjoys hunting for small acorns, rocks, feathers, and uniquely shaped driftwood. Her second love is for oversized scarves and a good mince pie.

Appearance:
Standing at a shorter than average height for her age, Ariella tends to blend into the crowd especially with her plain looking appearance, fair freckled skin, hazel green eyes, and brown hair falling just past her shoulders. Or rather she would blend in with her peers if it wasn't for her clothing which is often outdated by modern standards, not to mention the quirky buttons, scarves, and knitted hats her Gran and mother cycle through the Ward children. Most of her wardrobe has been patched and stitched with care, a frayed hem being turned into a purple flower or holes brought together by green vines embroidered along a pocket. Not that any of that bothers her in fact it is usually a comfort for her to look down and see a reminder of her mother's hands in the stitching, sister or cousin who donned the item prior. At times she can be seen rubbing a thumb along the threads or patch to self soothe.

→ RETURNING STUDENTS.
Note: This section is only for students who have been previously played at Hogwarts. Please see here for more information about Castle Dropouts levels/how many levels you are eligible to claim.

Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application):

Number of New Levels Requested:

New Levels Request:

How your character kept up with their studies: Whether your character was still at Hogwarts or left school entirely for a while, tell us how they were able to keep up with their studies and learn about magic, which would allow their levels to keep increasing.

→ 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.

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Roleplay Response:

There was a stillness to the air and chill that crept so deep into your bones while in the dungeons that it made it hard to take one step after another. Ariella swallowed and thought momentarily as she listened to the footsteps ahead of her. Maybe it was the chill... Or maybe it was another strange creeping feeling that was settling into her gut. What was it? Guilt? The young girl gnawed at her lower lip anxiously. Had she been to quick to prove herself to the older girls in her house? A group of them had been whispering about some doings with the Gryffindor girl's dormitory. Naturally, Ari had been listening in curiously but one of them had caught her and roped her into it.

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"It's just a test!" One girl spoke as she fluffed the curls in her hair. Another chuckled lightly as she flipped absently through a tome in her lap. "They do this every year. It's no big deal, really!" A third added. Ariella's eyes flit from one to the other. Their demeanor led her to believe it must not be. Sending a first year, Evangeline, down to the dungeons in search of some ghost.

"Unless you want her to be all alone." The eldest of the three leaned down and placed a hand on Ariella's shoulder. It was odd, the blonde teen had a mournful look painted neatly across her face but there was something beneath her words that Ari could not quite place. Ariella shifted uncomfortably under the girl's manicured hand.

"Well, no." Ari began as her thoughts slowly trickled down to her lips. Being alone never sounded anything but horrible more so if it meant being in a dark dungeon. Ari hesitated and the blonde saw an opening.

"Then you should go! Actually, wouldn't if be funny if..."

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Ariella shook her head at the thought, eyes squeezed shut. She could do it. Couldn't she? The older girls had made it seem so fun at first. Follow the Gryffindor girl and pull a teeny tiny prank. A joke! Who didn't like having a bit of fun? That's what they had said. Then why did Ari have this sinking in her belly? Fun things shouldn't feel this way.

All she had to do was follow the girl.. call out to her with a spectral yowl and make it back to the common room. The older girls had said they would wait up, meet her and have a small treat ready for them both, something warm. That's what they had said. Why would they lie? Pulling in her lips, she wet them with her tongue and crept closer as the girl's voice echoed through the dungeons, calling out to Emma Birch.

Sliding her feet along the stones, Ari crept closer and urged her vision to acclimate so she could just barely make out the figure a few feet away. Her mouth opened as she cupped her hands on either side to better get a low ghostly moan but-nothing. She couldn't do it. The twisty flips that her stomach did had silenced her entirely.

"EvanguhLEEEEENN!" Ariella stood up straight and had stepped forward to reach out to the girl but as she moved to put her foot down it had been met with a squishy form that let out a sharp squeak. A shrill scream let loose from the young girl as she tumbled to one side. A mouse? A rat? A ghost? Emma Birch?!? What had that been!? Ariella groaned as she hit the stones hard on one side, her wrist throbbing from having caught the brunt of her weight. "I-Evangeline? Was that you? Are you-" Her heart thrummed against her chest as her eyesight finally adjusted. "I'm so sorry!" Calling into the dark, she let out a shaky breath. She certainly deserved that for having agreed to come down here and scare someone. "I-I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

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