Vera Lynn Via

[Vera Via]

→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Vera "Vi"" Lynn Via

Birthday: November 5, 1954

Hometown: Wiltshire, England

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Charms

Year (pick two): 5th, 6th

Biography:
Vera’s best memories of her mother are full of ignorance and arrogance.

Her mother, tall and thin, with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that gets the most perfect of highlights in summer. Her mother who sun bathed most days, who loves dogs. Her mother who wanted anything but to have been a mother. “Until I saw you, and as soon as you were born, I knew I had no regrets. You didn’t cry like a normal baby, you did ‘waawaa’ you said ‘maamaa’ and I knew I wouldn’t regret it. I knew I wanted you.” Her mother who never wanted to be a mother until the very second she was one. Her mother, Royal.

Vera’s best memories of her father are of making up lost time.

Her father, tall and muscular, with dark blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, with curls that occur so naturally. Her father who was never home, who would spoil her rotten when he was. Her father, who wanted to be a father of many. Her father, who was only ever a father of one. Her father, who only ever told Vera about her problems. Her father, Daniel.

Her parents who should never have had a child. Her parents who fought day and night. Her father who wouldn’t be home from 5 am to 9 pm, just to escape. Her mother who only cared if Vera was bleeding.

Vera, who raised herself. Vera, whose grades are all that mattered. Vera, who never disobeyed her parents. Vera, who grew tired of her parents’ arguing. Vera, who was gone all day to escape the chaos of home.

Vera, whose teachers came to her house, who only ever had one friend, 2 years older than her. Vera, whose friend left for Hogwarts 2 years before her. Vera, who was left behind.

Vera, whose only focus is to be successful, to have power, to have money. Vera, who never wants to be overlooked and being underestimated again. Vera, who promises she will be the best witch known to man.

Vera, who swears Via will be a powerful last name.

Via, a name that will die with her.


If you are applying to be a first, second, or third year, your biography must be at least one hundred words long.
If you are applying to be a fourth year or above, your biography must be at least three hundred words long.

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

House Request: Slytherin

Personality: Vera Via is a very closed off and introverted student due to how she was raised. A good day to her is one full of rain and amber lighting, with quiet classes and pages full of notes. She loves to watch people and observe their conversations, the ups and downs. She likes baking sweets. She hates hot days and rowdy halls, when she can't focus on her academics. She hates being bothered and people underestimating her. She loves proving them wrong. She's scared of dying, though she's come to terms with the fact that she will eventually. She's scared of being forgotten and left behind. She's scared of loving somebody to the point where she can't detach from them on a whim. She loves the ocean and every creature within it.

Appearance: Vera has light brown, almost dirty blonde hair that she dyes ash brown, because she doesn't want to look too much like her mother. Her eyes are a blue-green like her father's. Her hair falls to her mid-back, in an in-between of wavy and curly. Her hair is extremely layered, and has curtain bangs. She's 5'4", with a little bit of a stomach, making her insecure and confident all at the same time. Because she's typically insecure with her looks she tries to make up for it with academics.

→ 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.


Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Roleplay Response:
The ashen haired girl stares down at the boy from atop the stairs. His erratic movement gave her a cause for concern. She didn't want to intrude on his parade, not until she was sure he wasn't crazy. She heard him sniffle and ask, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
Vera did her best to be polite with her response, since the boy would obviously be drawing attention to himself with his actions. "I'm sorry for staring, but you're tearing up a garden. A garden in which I wouldn't be surprised if somebody put quite a bit of work into, and for what purpose?"
She could feel her eyebrows furrowing in frustration, could sense herself becoming defensive. She quietly looks to her right and down at the stone next to her foot. "'M sorry if that was rude." She tentatively looks back down at the boy, making brief eye contact as she looks back down at the mess he made.
"I'm Vera Via," she takes a few steps down the stairs and hesitantly offers her hand out for the boy to shake. She looks down at his dirty hands, still offering hers, wanting to be polite. "And you are?"

When responding to the RP sample, please do not powerplay the other character in any way. This includes assuming a significant prior relationship between your character and the RP sample character, assuming any information about them that isn't explicitly detailed in the sample above, or powerplaying Hugh's pet rat. If in doubt about whether something constitutes powerplay, err on the side of caution and write something else!

Please also treat this sample as you would treat a real thread and leave your response open-ended to ensure the other character has a chance to respond. This means that your character should not walk away from or otherwise end the interaction in your response.


→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): N/A.

How did you find us?: Google.

[Dylan Duckheart]

Hi Vera!

Welcome to Hoggies! Your application looks great so far and I can't wait to see Vera around the boards! There is just one thing we'll need you to revise and then we can get you accepted.

In role-plays, we ask that people write their posts in past tense and third person, as specified in the following rule:

Please write in third person past tense (e.g. 'she walked in').

You wrote the sample in third person, but if you could revise your tenses to be on past tense, that would be great!

Once you've made those changes, please reply here with your entire revised application and we can get you accepted.

If you have any questions or need any help, feel free to contact me or another member of staff.

[Vera Via]

→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Vera "Vi"" Lynn Via

Birthday: November 5, 1954

Hometown: Wiltshire, England

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Charms

Year (pick two): 5th, 6th

Biography:
Vera’s best memories of her mother are full of ignorance and arrogance.

Her mother, tall and thin, with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that gets the most perfect of highlights in summer. Her mother who sun bathed most days, who loves dogs. Her mother who wanted anything but to have been a mother. “Until I saw you, and as soon as you were born, I knew I had no regrets. You didn’t cry like a normal baby, you did ‘waawaa’ you said ‘maamaa’ and I knew I wouldn’t regret it. I knew I wanted you.” Her mother who never wanted to be a mother until the very second she was one. Her mother, Royal.

Vera’s best memories of her father are of making up lost time.

Her father, tall and muscular, with dark blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, with curls that occur so naturally. Her father who was never home, who would spoil her rotten when he was. Her father, who wanted to be a father of many. Her father, who was only ever a father of one. Her father, who only ever told Vera about her problems. Her father, Daniel.

Her parents who should never have had a child. Her parents who fought day and night. Her father who wouldn’t be home from 5 am to 9 pm, just to escape. Her mother who only cared if Vera was bleeding.

Vera, who raised herself. Vera, whose grades are all that mattered. Vera, who never disobeyed her parents. Vera, who grew tired of her parents’ arguing. Vera, who was gone all day to escape the chaos of home.

Vera, whose teachers came to her house, who only ever had one friend, 2 years older than her. Vera, whose friend left for Hogwarts 2 years before her. Vera, who was left behind.

Vera, whose only focus is to be successful, to have power, to have money. Vera, who never wants to be overlooked and being underestimated again. Vera, who promises she will be the best witch known to man.

Vera, who swears Via will be a powerful last name.

Via, a name that will die with her.


If you are applying to be a first, second, or third year, your biography must be at least one hundred words long.
If you are applying to be a fourth year or above, your biography must be at least three hundred words long.

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

House Request: Slytherin

Personality: Vera Via is a very closed off and introverted student due to how she was raised. A good day to her is one full of rain and amber lighting, with quiet classes and pages full of notes. She loves to watch people and observe their conversations, the ups and downs. She likes baking sweets. She hates hot days and rowdy halls, when she can't focus on her academics. She hates being bothered and people underestimating her. She loves proving them wrong. She's scared of dying, though she's come to terms with the fact that she will eventually. She's scared of being forgotten and left behind. She's scared of loving somebody to the point where she can't detach from them on a whim. She loves the ocean and every creature within it.

Appearance: Vera has light brown, almost dirty blonde hair that she dyes ash brown, because she doesn't want to look too much like her mother. Her eyes are a blue-green like her father's. Her hair falls to her mid-back, in an in-between of wavy and curly. Her hair is extremely layered, and has curtain bangs. She's 5'4", with a little bit of a stomach, making her insecure and confident all at the same time. Because she's typically insecure with her looks she tries to make up for it with academics.

→ 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.


Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Roleplay Response:

The ashen haired girl stared down at the boy from atop the stairs. His erratic movement gave her a cause for concern. She didn't want to intrude on his parade, not until she was sure he wasn't crazy. She heard him sniffle and ask, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
Vera did her best to be polite with her response, since the boy was obviously drawing attention to himself with his actions. "I'm sorry for staring, but you're tearing up a garden. A garden in which I wouldn't be surprised if somebody put quite a bit of work into, and for what purpose?"
She felt her eyebrows furrowing in frustration, sensing herself becoming defensive. She quietly looked to her right and down at the stone bricks next to her foot. "'M sorry if that was rude." She tentatively looked back down at the boy, making brief eye contact as she looked back down at the mess he made.
"I'm Vera Via," she took a few steps down the stairs and hesitantly offered her hand out for the boy to shake. She looked down at his dirty hands, still offering hers, wanting to be polite. "And you are?"

When responding to the RP sample, please do not powerplay the other character in any way. This includes assuming a significant prior relationship between your character and the RP sample character, assuming any information about them that isn't explicitly detailed in the sample above, or powerplaying Hugh's pet rat. If in doubt about whether something constitutes powerplay, err on the side of caution and write something else!

Please also treat this sample as you would treat a real thread and leave your response open-ended to ensure the other character has a chance to respond. This means that your character should not walk away from or otherwise end the interaction in your response.


→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): N/A.

How did you find us?: Google.

[Pythagorea Proud]

Dear Miss Via ,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins on 1 May. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.

Yours sincerely,

Deputy Headmistress