Cveta Lijjana Milic

[Cveta Lijjana Milic]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Cveta Lijjana Milic
Gender: Female
Age: 30

Education: 
Beauxbatons [11 years - 17]

Residence:
London

Occupation:
Shopkeeper

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
None.

Requested Magic Levels: (see here on how to do this)
If you want levels above the usual 32 total, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

• Charms: 9
• Divination: 8
• Transfiguration: 3
• Summoning: 5

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Aaron Herondale because he's her husband.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Cosette Laurent, Ghyslaine Alkaev, Lucifer Winchester

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Cveta was born in Serbia. She lived in Serbia until she was eleven. She had a normal life, living happily with her parents and sister. Her sister was nineteen when she was born, so her parents were fairly old when they had her.

When Cveta turned eleven she was taken to France for school at Beauxbatons. She stayed at Beauxbatons her entire life, at least, her entire school life. After school she moved back to Serbia to take care of her ailing mother and father.

When her parents died Cveta moved to Greece and then stayed there until she twenty-two. At the age of twenty-two she decided it was time to go on a cruise to see the world.

Upon going on various cruises, from Greece to Russia, to other places, she met a man on a cruise to Rome. This man and Cveta chose to get married.

Roleplay: (If you are requesting Exceptional levels - above 32 total - please respond to the roleplay and questions here instead)
Reply as your character to the following:

It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.

The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.

Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."

To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.

Roleplay Response:
She had stopped talking to the man who was inquiring about a toy that was for sale when she felt something pull on the hem of her soft-velvet colored dress. The dress was patched and tattered, but still she managed to look good in it. She tilted her head as she listened to the child.

Slowly, Cveta bent down to the girls height as she stopped talking, and told the child what street she was on, and the name of the store she had wandered into. She then offered to help the girl find her mother.

Cveta was not used to dealing with children, hence why she and her husband had none. Though, she had always wanted a child, she just did not know when she was going to be ready for one. She expected she did not have too much time left, what with being thirty years old and all. 

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[Jane Montclaire]

Mrs. Milic,

Thank you for applying to our site to rp. We are quite happy to have your character on the site. There are just a few things we need to go over before we can accept your application.

• Levels- An adult character is allowed 32 points for levels to be distributed however they want. You can use less if you wish, but in the rules it states that your lowest level cannot be less than half of your highest. This means that if her Charm level is 9, then her transfiguration level needs to be at least 4. This is stated in the rules for magical levels for new Adult Characters.If you wish to keep her transfiguration level low, please fill out a special request.
• Biography - An adult elsewhere character at Hogwarts needs to be at least 300 words. It would be great if you could expand a bit more about what she has done in her life especially since she has traveled quite a bit. Does she have a favorite place? What sort of experiences has she had on her cruises? It would also be great to learn about her relationship with her husband. Was her husband the love of her life when they first met? Did she marry him only for money? Does she like his sense of humor?
• RP Response - Not that it is wrong, it just does not really give Dianne anything to reply to. To give her something to react to at this site we use dialogue such as: "Hello child, are you lost? Can I help you find your parents?" etc. It helps to give a voice to the characters.

Once you have edited those issues, please go ahead and repost your application in this topic.

Thank you very much,

Jane Montclaire

[Cveta Lijjana Milic]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Cveta Lijjana Milic
Gender: Female
Age: 30

Education: 
Beauxbatons [11 years - 17]

Residence:
London

Occupation:
Shopkeeper

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
None.

Requested Magic Levels: (see here on how to do this)
If you want levels above the usual 32 total, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.
Charms: 9
Divination: 8
Transfiguration: 5
Summoning: 5
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Aaron Herondale; he's her husband.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Cosette Laurent, Ghyslaine Alkaev, Lucifer Winchester

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
It was an October when the Milic's had their last little girl. The father was forty-two, and the mother was forty-nine, so obviously it was no surprise that the young babes siblings were twenty-two, twenty-two, eighteen and sixteen. They were all brothers, too. Her eldest brother was named Roderick, and he was the one who got stuck with watching the children and the house. It didn't matter that his siblings were well into their teens, except for their little sister, his parents were very pushy. The second eldest was Roderick's twin brother, Zane. He was the one who taught their sister to fight, as he enjoyed giving her grief.

The third eldest was Javello, and he was the sweet, but sickly brother. The fourth eldest was the youngest of her brothers, Paulai. Paulai died the year his sister was born, so she never knew him -- not really.

When Cveta was ten Roderick moved away, to Romania. She cried so much that year. Not only because Roderick left, but because Javello and Zane chose to marry the neighbor twins and leave her too.

She was at her parents' mercy, now. Her brothers were no longer around to keep their attention off of her.

At the age of eleven she was enrolled into Beauxbatons, where she stayed until graduation. Upon graduating she went to take care of her ailing nephew, one of Zane's children.

For three years she was an au pair to her brothers children, until she decided it was time for her to see the world. From Serbia, to France, and from France to Greece. From Greece to Romania (to visit Roderick), and from Romania to the Americas. She was looking for a place she felt she belonged. Finally, the trip to Rome.

She was twenty, almost twenty-one when she took this trip. She met her husband -- Aaron Herondale. She didn't think much of him, being she was not looking for love, but it was not too long before she was head over heels.

She married him and moved to London with him, soon opening a shop with the man. Some said she married Aaron for his money, others claim it was to spite her parents; who had wanted her to marry a nice Serbian soldier.

Roleplay: (If you are requesting Exceptional levels - above 32 total - please respond to the roleplay and questions here instead)
Reply as your character to the following:

It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.

The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.

Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."

To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.

Roleplay Response:
She had stopped talking to the man who was inquiring about a toy that was for sale when she felt something pull on the hem of her soft-velvet colored dress. The dress was patched and tattered, but still she managed to look good in it. She tilted her head as she listened to the child.

Slowly, a warm smile crossed her lips. "Come on, then. How about we find you a nice chair for you... and your friend," she gestured helplessly to the creature with the mouthful of a name. "And then," she continued, "Aaron and I can help you find your mummy."

Cveta was not used to dealing with children, hence why she and her husband had none. Though, she had always wanted a child, she just did not know when she was going to be ready for one. She expected she did not have too much time left, what with being thirty years old and all.  The sight of this little girl, who she was offering her hand too, made her want for little Herondale's. She continued to await the small girls reply, acceptance or decline of her proffered hand.

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[Jane Montclaire]

Accepted!