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« on: 03/12/2013 at 20:11 »
Transfer Application
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Kieran Cherrywell
Birthday: February 2nd, 1924
Hometown: Nonpareil Compound, Scotland, United Kingdom
Bloodline: Pureblood
Current Levels: C4D5T6S3
Current Year: Fifth Year (2dé année)
Year Requested: Sixth Year
Reason for Transfer:
Due to Beauxbatons no longer being an institution, Kieran has no choice but to return to Hogwarts where he originally came from before going to Beauxbatons. Great Britain is also his place of birth and he wishes to stay in closer contact with his family, especially during these stressful times.
Biography:
“Tell me about yourself.”
“I was going to!” A mutter. “Troglodyte.”
“You’re very outspoken, you know. Not to mention rude.”
A pause. The boy scowled.
“I’m sorry.”
–––––––––
The idea of retaining things called ‘memories’ has always been a strange idea to me. Why are we given memories? How do they become stored? Why do we lose them?
These were questions I’ve always asked myself. And I still do.
I have a vague memory of when I was born. I was in a well-lit place, it had many sources of light; candelabras, lamps, candles, and almost anything else you could think of. It was warm, I felt secure.
But infants don’t have a sense of consciousness or understanding of what the world is really like.
(They really don’t.)
Ever since a young age, my presence was always greeted with cold stares, my name said with contempt. I still can’t forget– and probably never will forget– how my family thought of me.
My siblings and cousins, who were usually in direct contact with me, never treated me much better. Their words, along with their actions, were equally as hostile.
Only one person– my sister Ursula– treated me with kindness.
Until she was told by the others to become more ‘strict’ and ‘just’ with me. She would join in with the others without hesitation. It was like she lost her own identity among the others. But even, then she would– in private– offer me aid. I still remember her kind words and actions. At the time I appreciated them, almost gladly welcomed them. I still remember crying into her chest. But then I experienced a feeling of hatred for her contradictory actions.
I felt like she was looking down on me for being weak, for not being able to defend myself. I hated how she kept switching sides– which to me, felt like she was trying to please both sides.
(I hate inconsistent people. I hate disloyal people.)
My mother and father were hypocrites. My mother, Cassiopeia, was an excessive shopper with an ego and vanity that matched her shopaholic nature. And my crude father, Abelardus, was something of an alcoholic, whom I would try to avoid like the plague whenever he had too much to drink.
That was all I thought of as my parents– hypocrites. They openly said that they were just and good, dedicated to serving wizard-kind and the Nonpareil cause.
(Even our clan name was arrogant.)
I was separated from the other children of the Nonpareil Compound, physically and in spirit.
They went out to balls, dinners, and various other social events. I stayed at home, holed up in my room, reading books and imagining distant worlds outside of the Compound. I was convinced that the real world had to be better than home. I thought to myself that nothing could be worse than this, so the real world had to be better.
(Perhaps in some ways I was right.)
My desire to see the real world had come true in the few months after my birthday, in the summertime. My gate to the outside world? Hogwarts. The key? My acceptance letter.
I do not remember how I felt at the time. But something in the back of my head tells me it felt like relief and joy mixed together. My relief was mostly due to the fact that I could not have been a Squib like my siblings told me. My joy stemmed from the fact that it was not only an escape route out of the Compound, but somewhere in the world people wanted me.
(They wanted me. They were paying attention to me. They wanted me to leave the horrible Compound.)
I still wonder how the family elders still let me go to Hogwarts and who convinced them. I have my suspicions...
I don’t want to bore you with all the details about Hogwarts, so I’ll just summarize it in one sentence. For the most part, if I died right now and found out that there was no Heaven, then I already would have known that I have lived in Heaven already.
I have told you most of my story already, and that will begin to stop here. I can’t speak about some things here.
Why am I going to Beauxbatons?
For reasons I don’t feel comfortable disclosing, I left my family and effectively Hogwarts. It wasn’t that long being on my own, staying in pubs in Diagon Alley, writing to my only source of moral support. She provided me comfort when I was scared. She gave me hope when I was at my lowest. She wanted to see me again. I cannot thank her enough for that.
But before meeting her, I realized that I forgot a couple of things at the Compound– most importantly my fan and daughter, Wilhelmina. Sneaking around at night isn’t my sort of work, it’s far too nerve-wracking and risky for my cup of tea.
(I wonder how I was ever considered to be a Gryffindor.)
But I met someone. I cannot disclose her name for fear of getting her into trouble. Nor can I tell my relationship to her or what we talked about that night. But I have promises to fulfill and duties to carry out: to her and only to her. And through her, I am going to Beauxbatons.
I knew that the language wouldn’t be a problem for me as I have been learning French from a young age. School would be more difficult, but she arranged for papers and that in return I would pledge my loyalty to her.
I owe her everything.
My time at Beauxbatons was long but brief, but nevertheless it was enjoyable. It was a school that I felt suited me, combining two things-- the arts and education-- that defined a civilized person into one entity. At the time, I convinced myself that this was the place where I belonged, not at that musty castle with asinine Gryffindors running about, proclaiming words of ignorance and savagery.
Although this sudden transferral to Beauxbatons was not without its disadvantages. I had to teach myself musical composition from scratch, compared to my other classmates who were more experienced then myself (something that I was reluctant to admit at the time). Language and nationality were two barriers that I felt that I had to overcome. I was English, they were French. They thought French, I thought English. They were learning English, I was learning French.
Despite these differences and challenges, I cannot deny that Beauxbatons held a special place in my heart-- and it does.
But time destroys all things, as I have come to learn-- even old institutions. Even despite recent events concerning Beauxbatons (which I refuse to talk about; as one must exhibit tact at all times even towards one’s self), I am still in disbelief that I am being sent back to Hogwarts.
And suddenly, I find that time is more complex than I found it to be in the books I’ve read. But I must continue on forwards, as I like to think I can overcome anything.
On this note, I must end it on one word- reversal.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
[Hogwarts] House Request: Ravenclaw
Personality: Kieran’s vanity and delusions (both of which are getting more moderate) are his two defining personality traits, as both mark his reputation as an individual and earn mutual dislike and irritation from those around him. Despite these shortcomings, he is more perceptive and intelligent than one usually thinks of him, as he takes delight in educating himself and thinkings logically and seriously when the situation calls for it. Despite his intelligence, he doesn’t hesitate to claim that his views are superior to others and often carries a holier-than-thou attitude. As much as he hates to admit it, he has qualities that are considered to be Gryffindoric, such as his chivalry and his innate bravery (which he justifies as straightforwardness).
Appearance:
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« on: 27/04/2013 at 22:07 »
Application for Beauxbatons Academy
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name:
Kieran Cherrywell
Birthday:
February 2nd, 1924
Hometown:
Nonpareil Compound, Scotland, United Kingdom
Bloodline:
Halfblood
Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning
Year (pick two):
3e année (preferred choice)
4e année (alternative choice)
Biography:
“Tell me about yourself.”
“I was going to!” A mutter. “Troglodyte.”
“You’re very outspoken, you know. Not to mention rude.”
A pause. The boy scowled.
“I’m sorry.”
–––––––––
The idea of retaining things called ‘memories’ has always been a strange idea to me. Why are we given memories? How do they become stored? Why do we lose them?
These were questions I’ve always asked myself. And I still do.
I have a vague memory of when I was born. I was in a well-lit place, it had many sources of light; candelabras, lamps, candles, and almost anything else you could think of. It was warm, I felt secure.
But infants don’t have a sense of consciousness or understanding of what the world is really like.
(They really don’t.)
Ever since a young age, my presence was always greeted with cold stares, my name said with contempt. I still can’t forget– and probably never will forget– how my family thought of me.
My siblings and cousins, who were usually in direct contact with me, never treated me much better. Their words, along with their actions, were equally as hostile.
Only one person– my sister Ursula– treated me with kindness.
Until she was told by the others to become more ‘strict’ and ‘just’ with me. She would join in with the others without hesitation. It was like she lost her own identity among the others. But even, then she would– in private– offer me aid. I still remember her kind words and actions. At the time I appreciated them, almost gladly welcomed them. I still remember crying into her chest. But then I experienced a feeling of hatred for her contradictory actions.
I felt like she was looking down on me for being weak, for not being able to defend myself. I hated how she kept switching sides– which to me, felt like she was trying to please both sides.
(I hate inconsistent people. I hate disloyal people.)
My mother and father were hypocrites. My mother, Cassiopeia, was an excessive shopper with an ego and vanity that matched her shopaholic nature. And my crude father, Abelardus, was something of an alcoholic, whom I would try to avoid like the plague whenever he had too much to drink.
That was all I thought of as my parents– hypocrites. They openly said that they were just and good, dedicated to serving wizard-kind and the Nonpareil cause.
(Even our clan name was arrogant.)
I was separated from the other children of the Nonpareil Compound, physically and in spirit.
They went out to balls, dinners, and various other social events. I stayed at home, holed up in my room, reading books and imagining distant worlds outside of the Compound. I was convinced that the real world had to be better than home. I thought to myself that nothing could be worse than this, so the real world had to be better.
(Perhaps in some ways I was right.)
My desire to see the real world had come true in the few months after my birthday, in the summertime. My gate to the outside world? Hogwarts. The key? My acceptance letter.
I do not remember how I felt at the time. But something in the back of my head tells me it felt like relief and joy mixed together. My relief was mostly due to the fact that I could not have been a Squib like my siblings told me. My joy stemmed from the fact that it was not only an escape route out of the Compound, but somewhere in the world people wanted me.
(They wanted me. They were paying attention to me. They wanted me to leave the horrible Compound.)
I still wonder how the family elders still let me go to Hogwarts and who convinced them. I have my suspicions...
I don’t want to bore you with all the details about Hogwarts, so I’ll just summarize it in one sentence. For the most part, if I died right now and found out that there was no Heaven, then I already would have known that I have lived in Heaven already.
I have told you most of my story already, and that will begin to stop here. I can’t speak about some things here.
Why am I going to Beauxbatons?
For reasons I don’t feel comfortable disclosing, I left my family and effectively Hogwarts. It wasn’t that long being on my own, staying in pubs in Diagon Alley, writing to my only source of moral support. She provided me comfort when I was scared. She gave me hope when I was at my lowest. She wanted to see me again. I cannot thank her enough for that.
But before meeting her, I realized that I forgot a couple of things at the Compound– most importantly my fan and daughter, Wilhelmina. Sneaking around at night isn’t my sort of work, it’s far too nerve-wracking and risky for my cup of tea.
(I wonder how I was ever considered to be a Gryffindor.)
But I met someone. I cannot disclose her name for fear of getting her into trouble. Nor can I tell my relationship to her or what we talked about that night. But I have promises to fulfill and duties to carry out: to her and only to her. And through her, I am going to Beauxbatons.
I knew that the language wouldn’t be a problem for me as I have been learning French from a young age. School would be more difficult, but she arranged for papers and that in return I would pledge my loyalty to her.
I owe her everything.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Ecole Request:
Performing Arts
Communaté Preference:
None. Everything's fair game.
Personality:
Pompous and egocentric are two words commonly associated with Kieran Cherrywell, and for the right reasons. The young man thinks of himself as a pure and higher, superior to the rest of the world, often to the point where he calls himself an ‘angel’ or a ‘god’. He automatically assumes that people who associate with him are there to be in his grace or learn from his so-called ‘sagacious’ ways.
Going along with his delusional sense of person, he also happens to be incredibly vain and a lover of beauty– especially if said beauty is himself. He enjoys creating fantasy worlds for three reasons: to make himself the star of his worlds, to escape the dreariness of the real world, and as a defense mechanism.
But behind those delusions and deceptions lies someone who possesses clear signs of intelligence and creativity. He normally avoids showing this side of his personality to others.
Due to a lose of self-confidence and his beginning to reunite with reality, Kieran has started to become more nervous and jittery. Resulting in him becoming less guarded and more sensitive than he was in the past. He tries to hide his problems by poorly displaying some characteristics of his past personality.
Appearance:
If any feature stands out to people when they first notice him, it would almost always be his eyes. The irids are of an electric-blue color, almost unnaturally bright, and can darken or lighten depending on his mood. The shape of his eyes are roundish-almond and are wide to the point where they could be called "bug-eyed".
His hair is a very dark black, containing no highlights or streaks whatsoever. Its texture is pencil straight, making it very flexible in terms of styling his hair. He’s often found with his normal hair with some touch ups done to it or gelled back hair.
Kieran has very pale skin due to being indoors most of the time and avoiding all sorts of physical exercise. In the past he was rather plump, but now has a more gaunt appearance due to running away from home.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!"
Kieran never dreamt that food would ever touch any article of his clothing nor his skin– nor did he want it to happen. He always imagined the greases and oozing liquids of certain foods to not only just touch him, but seep into clothes and infect his skin giving him some form of food poisoning or gangreen.
Because of this tragic event, his beauty would be deformed and he would only look like half a Veela. And soon he would be reduced to a hideous– but still beautiful– corpse of a half-Veela.
(Being a Veela always seemed to be nice. Even if he wasn’t one, it was nice to pretend.)
Electric blue irids contracted in fear. His pride stifled a sound that was something similar to a whimper or a scream. Instead, his body only produced some sort of a convulsive shiver and a cringe of the face.
A German curse he picked up from Aries was uttered under his breath. Some people had all the luck.
He ought to have demanded compensation. It was almost sacrilegious to commit a tragedy towards Kieran Cherrywell the Divine. But he kept his mouth shut.
“No worries. I’ll somehow take care of this.” He shot at her hotly. He demanded some sort of
He forced a change of tone as idea popped into his head.
“Perhaps, I should teach you how to balance things properly? It’s not a common sight for Yours Truly to give lessons in almost everything!”
Sometimes it was better to shut up about things than make a fuss.
A faint glimmer of understanding appeared in his eyes.
→ ABOUT YOU.
Previous Characters (if applicable): Ursula Cherrywell and Romulus Applesnow
How did you find us?: Fate, destiny, karma, kismet! Actually, just through my sister– Aries Paladin.
I withdrew Kieran from Hogwarts and he has been played as an Elsewhere child this summer. Thank you! <3
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« on: 01/04/2012 at 08:02 »
THE BASICS
Name: Kieran Cherrywell
Former Character's Name (if you had one): n/a
CHARACTER DETAILS
House Request: Doesn’t matter.
Year: Preferably first or second.
Bloodline:
Half-blood (Kieran believes he is a pure-blood)
Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring and Summoning
Biography:
If anything could describe how the family feels about Kieran, it would have to be the term ‘black sheep’ . Born to a apathetic and ignorant pure-blood father and an influential and powerful Muggle witch out-of-wedlock, Kieran is seen as the birth of sin and vice. Unlike the typical blonde or red hair and the golden eyes that the family is so proud of, Kieran black hair and blue eyes. These unusual characteristics led the family to believe that he was a ‘dark child’ and ‘cursed’.
Kieran was not treated as a second-class citizen or as a servant but instead as a shadow. Kieran recalls going up to his father for him to carry him on his shoulders, like the other boys and their fathers, but his father just turned away from the boy. From that moment on, the young troubled boy knew deep in his heart that he wasn’t wanted. Until, he met Cinde at age seven.
Cinde, short for Cinderella, like him was also a good-looking child with some troubles. Being the outcast of the Applesnow family, who are very closely related to the Cherrywells, the two shared a powerful connection and forged a friendship. From then on, he believed that it was his prerogative to always protect and look out for her. Although he and Cinde were mutual friends, he always underestimated her. Kieran saw her as a little princess that constantly needed to be protected. Despite this deluded idea, he and Cinde have always been friends and have stuck together.
At the age of ten, knowing that the Cherrywells and Applesnows wanted their children to be in Gryffindor and Hufflepuff due to the few number of Dark wizards coming out of those two houses. Kieran promised himself to be in the noble and wise house of Ravenclaw as it suited his desire to learn without going through excessive toil and respected his creativity as an individual.
Fastening his robes and adjusting his hat, Kieran now wonders what course his destiny will take during his years at Hogwarts.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
Personality:
Although he carries a vain and rather rude exterior, underneath that hardened shell lies a true gentlemen. Kieran believes that women and children are innocent and defenseless individuals and he assumes it is his right to protect them. However, his chivalrous behavior can extend to chauvinism leading him to believe that women are entirely defenseless and weak-minded. The young gentlemen holds true to the the phrase, “put your money where your mouth is”, and always fulfills any promise or dare due to his upbringing.
Mr. Cherrywell, despite all his brave and daring sides, has intellectual sides to his personality. Since early childhood, he has always had a pair of perceptive eyes and an observant mind which has led to some troubling situations in his life. The boy has a very imaginative mind which he uses as a form of escapism from the past. Like his cousin, Cinderella, he strives to learn as much as he can. Besides this, Cherrywell also prides himself on his intelligence as he uses it to his advantage to pick and win fights. Faced with a dark past and a darker future, he pretends that his ‘dark sheep’ status is a mark of individuality and specialness.
Unfortunately, due to certain circumstances, he carries many insecurities and keeps them locked up. One of these insecurities being a lack of faith in himself. Kieran finds it very hard to trust anyone as he always finds the faults and flaws in others, but not himself. Like his insecurities, Kieran keeps his true feelings and feigns his outward emotions making him two-faced. Cherrywell does this so people cannot manipulate him. Although he is a passionate pursuer of knowledge, he is lazy up to the point where he calls quits for the day. People assume that he doesn’t care or rectify his laziness, but he is actually ashamed of it as it prevents him from doing the things he wants to do. The wizard is very brash often jumping into conclusions and doing what he wants without thinking twice. This brashness can lead to confusions and complicated situations which he hates getting tangled up into. The problem is he never learns from his faults and mistakes.
Appearance: Kieran is an attractive young gentlemen. With jet-black hair and electric blue eyes, he is a real looker. Mr. Cherrywell’s night black hair is wavy and often gets tangled in the morning. He prefers his hair to reach his shoulders as he likes the rush of the wind sweep through his hair. Due to his family’s view on long hair, Kieran usually keeps it above the ears. His skin is fair and delicate making it sensitive to the sun and prone to sunburns. The young wizard’s body is slim, which he likes due to the speed and nimbleness he receives from his body type. However, he is not like the perfect boy appearance-wise; he is only average in height (a sensitive topic for him), and has an imperfection in the form of a burn on his right thigh.
SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
Kieran Cherrywell stared into the eyes of James, unsure of what to make of him. ‘Heh. What a weak person. And he’s older than me. What a joke! He’s probably just another Quidditch idiot.’ Kieran Cherrywell could never act like the homely boy-revealing one’s emotions could be fatal.
The young wizard gave a closer look at this ‘James’. Yes, he looked like such a pleb and comparing James to himself would be comparing a turkey to a peacock. How painfully boring and dull this boy was. But the young wizard supposed that it was now time comfort the sappy chap.
“There, there.” crooned the raven-haired boy smiling rather sympathetically. “What happened?” Cherrywell asked in a tone of mock concern.
‘Merlin’s beard, what tattered robes and unkempt hair he has! Does he take care of himself at all? Maybe if he did, everyone wouldn’t be so upset with him. Good looking people get away with everything. I would know.’ Kieran spaced out for a moment looking at himself vainly. He smoothened his straight black hair and brushed his bangs to the side. He wasn’t sure if he was talking or not, he really didn’t care. James just wasn’t worth his time.
“Well, I have to go now. Er... James, was it?” the young wizard lied, pretending to look busy. “Hope you feel better! Oh yes, you might want this.” the boy tossed him a green comb that he always found to be uncomfortable. Insultingly and somewhat cheekily, Kieran imitated the boy’s facial expression and made brushing strokes at his hair. The pleb really wasn’t worth his time.
Optional: Through my sister (Cinderella Applesnow). =)
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