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Freestyle Roleplaying / Re: so much stardust | closed
« Last post by Lyn Renn on 01/16/2024 at 06:28 »
scribbled in the back of a notebook
circa may 1962; his first


love's twisted tale
unfair it seems
two hearts entrenched
in toxic dreams

opposites collide
her fiery hair
as fairness eludes
hearts left to despair

a magnetism so strong
attraction profound
where toxicity thrives
emotions unbound

the chaos of lust
its bittersweet taste
unfairness prevails
leaving no space

fates entwined
a paradoxical pair
opposites attracting
beyond repair

unraveling threads
of love's bitter snare
in this toxicity
the unfairness wears

would lessons learned
cease the bitter gale
this unjust web
an inevitable tale

for in the wreckage
from where they rise
a chance to break free
when love dies
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Freestyle Roleplaying / Re: starball | supernova
« Last post by Aurora Marshall on 01/03/2024 at 22:30 »
"Technically, your name has two different spellings with two different meanings. There are two versions. Aries, speaks for the golden ram that lights the night sky." She spoke calmly, almost matter-of-fact like before turning her head to meet his gaze.

She didn't miss where his eyes fell.

"And Ares is the god of war. Known for waging wars amongst men and having a thirst for blood." The words grew softer at their close proximity, her lips taking their time to really sound out his name.

Ares.

"Are you the sheep or the god?" It was a tease, those green eyes glittering in amusement as she leaned closer with their noses just barely touching.
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Sample Type: Student
Characters involved (full name): Oliver Razi
OOC Permissions (if writing about another played character): Yes ( I'm the original RP'er )
Body of Sample:

Oliver Razi was standing at the edge of the lake practicing tossing his hexes across the great expanse of water.  It was the only place at Hogwarts he could think to practice hexes without the risk of hitting anyone.  The only exception to that was if people decided to race with brooms over the lake, and then he hoped they wanted to practice dodging. 

Squinting he verified he didn’t see anyone on the horizon of the lake acknowledging to himself that someone could near instantly appear if they were flying a broom over the lake fast enough.

Confident he wasn’t going to hit anyone, he pointed his wand over the water and said “Confundus “ with an exaggerated flourish of his wand that he hoped would make the spell work.  His wands just made sparks. 

After that failure of a spell he said “ Petrificus Totalus “ and happily noticed something shooting out of his wand.  Naturally, it hit nothing but air but it was obvious the spell succeeded from both the feeling he had of his wand in his hand and the fact that no sparks came out of his wand.  Petrificus Totalus was the one spell he could confidently cast that slowed others down. 

Thinking of that spell he did during his last duel he pointed his wand at the water and said “Creo Columna Agua” attempting to conjure a column out of water.  His mind focused on visualizing the column he desired do conjure

Unfortunately what he got was a column with a squid tentacle appearing out of it.  Which he nervously he shouted “ Go away you Squid “ waving his wand in his hand that was still pointed over the water.  As the last thing he needed was the squid ruining his only place to send off hexes without having to worry about others.  Or worse the squid attacking him.
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Freestyle Roleplaying / Re: so much stardust | closed
« Last post by Lyn Renn on 09/10/2023 at 06:49 »
14th of february, 1967
vesper's bedroom


"You're getting what?"

He heard her correctly. Rising from his rested position, bare chest against her soft mattress, Lyn gave her the most incredulous look he'd likely ever given someone. Mainly because he'd seldom offer anyone the ability to warp his presentation, even in the faint quiet that existed in the dark room they shared.

She repeated it, as if the repercussions of what she was admitting to him wasn't contradicted by what they had gotten into that evening and what had him lying there beside her in the first place.

"Not tomorrow, or anytime soon, but it's going to be arranged for me."

Lyn stared unblinking in the direction of her voice. The moon was dead that evening, leaving only the light stars and the faraway streetlight to be the only thing that lit her form for him to see. Still, he was quite sure she could feel the look he was leveling at her.

"What? Did you think we'd keep doing this forever? We're not teenagers anymore, Llywelyn."

He hated when she used the entirety of his name. She knew that and used it anyway.

Processing everything in his mind had him left him tumultuous. No, he did not expect them to keep doing this forever. And honestly, it took a lot of coaxing and manipulation on his part to even get here. Vesper had always been a constant. Whenever he felt that pinching need for companionship, that itch that he'd need someone else to scratch, he could depend on her to welcome him into her world and let him out the moment he could pick himself up from whatever depths his spirit had sunk into.

Lyn wasn't about to wait for the morning. He turned, shifting his hips into flipping his body away from her and rising off the bed in the same motion before he went about gathering his things.

She laughed.

All of it went unsaid. How often they looked into each other's eyes and realized the kinship that existed there. Mirrored spirits, too conceited to speak it aloud. The many times he'd stumble upon her door because he knew he could and how little they would speak on their lives, what was happening, as if it hardly mattered in those moments when there were more pressing matters to get through. As if taking the time to brush past the shallowness of their engagements might ruin it, or at least take up time that could be put for better use.

For a second, he paused to think on whether he should toss his name as a suitor.

For a second, Lyn wondered if she was making the whole thing up. That she was testing him, trying to find what they actually meant to each other when, in the last few months, he'd made his way to see her more often than he had in all the years that'd passed since they'd graduated.

For a second, Llywelyn Ridley Renn thought what it would take for him to ever be happy and if this was where destiny had always been leading him. To this one chance, this one moment, to finally admit that he didn't have it all figured out.

He left without a word, leaving the key he'd forged when she'd gotten the place on a nearby table without shedding a second glance in her direction.
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Freestyle Roleplaying / Re: starball | supernova
« Last post by Ares Alricsson on 09/04/2023 at 15:27 »
His own nose crinkled at the sound of his father's name on her lips. Not what a teenage boy wanted to hear when his fingertips were trailing over the satiny skin of a girl's thigh. Unfortunately, Ares was teaching her about constellations and Orion was one of the most recognised.

There was one way to fix this. He scooted closer to her after she wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and spread his long legs out on either side of her. His chin rested on her shoulder, watching the delicate fingers form not-so-delicate letters on the parchment. As she concentrated on the last couple of names, his fingers traced a path from the middle of the outside of her thigh to just inside her knee. There he lightly formed a capital A with his first finger. Next came the r and before he could get to the e and not an i, Aurora called him out.

Ares flashed what he called his Aurora smile (the brighter one that only she pulled out of him) and leaned closer, dragging his nose through her hair before his lips stopped close to her ear. "You're spelling my name wrong." His hand reached around to grasp hers and he guided her through the correct spelling of Ares. At least in his mind.

Their combined writing was still a bit messy but he turned his gaze back to her without correcting or commenting on anything. "Besides, I could still hear Dad's name on your lips. I needed to hear you say mine."

His eyes dropped to her full lips.
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Testing & Graphics / Re: Sample Introduction Codes
« Last post by Dienne Orellana on 08/27/2023 at 17:26 »
Option #4
Code courtesy to Jaxie (Willow Foxglove & Co.) who has already allowed usage of their code to the public and has given permission to add it to the sample introduction codes thread. Thank you!


Your Name
This is where you can put as much or as little information about you as you want! You can include a list, or whatever. It'll grow to the size of your content.

The main image up there doesn't have to be 200px tall, just 400px wide. The height is fluid to whatever you think looks best!

Colors to replace:
#f0f0f0 is the gray background color
#000 is the black text and thick border colors

Fonts can be changed/replaced. You would replace 'arial' with another font for the body, and 'governor' for another font for the headings.
Character Name
Status/Location/Quote, anything!
Age. House or Occupation.

Put information about this character here.
Character Name
Status/Location/Quote, anything!
Age. House or Occupation.

Put information about this character here.
Character Name
Status/Location/Quote, anything!
Age. House or Occupation.

Put information about this character here.
Character Name
Status/Location/Quote, anything!
Age. House or Occupation.

Put information about this character here.
Character Name
Status/Location/Quote, anything!
Age. House or Occupation.

Put information about this character here.

Code: [Select]
[div style="width:400px; height:auto; margin:0 auto; background:#f0f0f0; color:#000; font-family:arial; border-bottom:10px solid #000;"]
[img width=400]https://placehold.co/400x200[/img]
[div style="width:400px;"][div style="font-family:governor; font-size:30pt; text-align:center; line-height:120%; border-top:10px solid #000; padding-top:15px;"]Your Name[/div]
[div style="width:350px; margin:0 auto; line-height:150%; padding-bottom:25px; padding-top:10px;"]This is where you can put as much or as little information about you as you want! You can include a list, or whatever. It'll grow to the size of your content.

The main image up there doesn't have to be 200px tall, just 400px wide. The height is fluid to whatever you think looks best!

Colors to replace:
#f0f0f0 is the gray background color
#000 is the black text and thick border colors

Fonts can be changed/replaced. You would replace 'arial' with another font for the body, and 'governor' for another font for the headings.[/div][/div]
[div style="width:400px;"][div style="font-family:governor; font-size:20pt; text-align:center; line-height:120%; border-top:10px solid #000; padding-top:15px;"]Character Name[/div]
[div style="width:350px; margin:0 auto; line-height:150%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:25px;"][center][I]Status/Location/Quote, anything![/I]
Age. House or Occupation.[/center]

Put information about this character here.[/div][/div]
[div style="width:400px;"][div style="font-family:governor; font-size:20pt; text-align:center; line-height:120%; border-top:10px solid #000; padding-top:15px;"]Character Name[/div]
[div style="width:350px; margin:0 auto; line-height:150%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:25px;"][center][I]Status/Location/Quote, anything![/I]
Age. House or Occupation.[/center]

Put information about this character here.[/div][/div]
[div style="width:400px;"][div style="font-family:governor; font-size:20pt; text-align:center; line-height:120%; border-top:10px solid #000; padding-top:15px;"]Character Name[/div]
[div style="width:350px; margin:0 auto; line-height:150%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:25px;"][center][I]Status/Location/Quote, anything![/I]
Age. House or Occupation.[/center]

Put information about this character here.[/div][/div]
[div style="width:400px;"][div style="font-family:governor; font-size:20pt; text-align:center; line-height:120%; border-top:10px solid #000; padding-top:15px;"]Character Name[/div]
[div style="width:350px; margin:0 auto; line-height:150%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:25px;"][center][I]Status/Location/Quote, anything![/I]
Age. House or Occupation.[/center]

Put information about this character here.[/div][/div]
[div style="width:400px;"][div style="font-family:governor; font-size:20pt; text-align:center; line-height:120%; border-top:10px solid #000; padding-top:15px;"]Character Name[/div]
[div style="width:350px; margin:0 auto; line-height:150%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:25px;"][center][I]Status/Location/Quote, anything![/I]
Age. House or Occupation.[/center]

Put information about this character here.[/div][/div]
[/div]
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Freestyle Roleplaying / Request for Application Roleplay Samples!
« Last post by The Narrator on 08/18/2023 at 21:05 »
Request for Application Roleplay Samples!
Freestyle Roleplaying

Hear ye, hear ye! The staff team is looking to refresh the roleplay samples in the Student, Elsewhere Adults, and Elsewhere Children applications!

It's finally time to let Evangeline find Emma Birch, for Hugh to clear his plugged nose, to tell Amelia that she can get up on her own two feet, and finally (finally!) play with tiny Janey Hurst.

Why do we need them?

Staff members use replies to the roleplay sample to check for adherence to our site rating and site rules, such as no powerplaying.  What better way to keep applications interesting, than by refreshing prompts that have been place for years?

What are we looking for?

We're looking for roleplay samples suitable for applications.  What we are looking for is a roleplay sample that encourages applicants to show some of the character's traits and personality when they reply.  It should be treated like a starter post, leaving the response open-ended so new members to our site applying for the first time have something to reply to.  You can write as your own characters or as NPC characters.  Freestyle!  When ready with a roleplay sample, post it to this thread!

What do I get out of this?

We're happy to award +5 Gringotts points per Roleplay Sample, up to a max of 3 submitted samples per player. You're free to submit more if you have the inspiration! Preferably, we'd love to see one of each (Student, Adult, Children) but whatever you have muse for, go for it!

How do selections happen?

The staff will review all submissions and determine which prompts make it into the new application templates.

We appreciate any and all submissions we get though!  A big thank you in advance for anyone willing to submit a sample!  Please don't feel any sort of way if your submission doesn't get put in.  Believe us, we'd love to put 7+ options in each of the templates, but that might be much!

How long do I have?

These submission requests are open from now until November 15th. Gringotts points will be awarded at the end of the following summer term in December.

I'm ready to submit a sample!

Great! Copy the reply code below and post your response to this thread!  If you have any questions at all, please feel free to reach out to any member of our staff.

Code: [Select]
[b]Sample Type:[/b] Student / Elsewhere Adult / Elsewhere Child
[b]Characters involved (full name):[/b] Names or N/A
[b]OOC Permissions (if writing about another played character):[/b] Yes or N/A
[b]Body of Sample:[/b]
All the writing goes here.
Must be at least 300 words.
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Freestyle Roleplaying / so much stardust | closed
« Last post by Lyn Renn on 08/16/2023 at 03:17 »
a few hours after this
7th of august, 1966
kitri's flat

"Open the damn door, Kitri!"

The slur in his words, even those simple five, wasn't lost on him. This was probably a bad idea. It'd occurred to him on the walk over, even more, when he'd realized he'd be too drunk to pull off an apparition, and a degree higher when he'd missed a step and fallen elbow first climbing the small uprise to her door.

His hand felt numb. He wasn't exactly sure how many times he'd banged on her door, or how many times he'd pleaded for her to open it. Lyn just knew he needed to fix things. She wasn't someone he was ultimately willing to let walk out of his life. That was what he'd decided to go with back during dinner, although a far more sober decision than the one he was currently making when he'd chosen his pride over her.

"What do I have to say? I said I'm sorry already. I'm not, just, open the goddamn door!"

The number of different inflections, tones, and degrees of volume in a single stream of words told the entire story. The act of this itself, for him at least, felt like more than he had ever done for another person before. It should be enough.

He'd let all the rest go. All of his other relationships. All of his other connections. And he'd accepted it with the same level of dismissiveness. A memory he could look back on and enjoy the bits he liked without giving the reason there wasn't any deeper acknowledgment.

"Shit, I–"

He threw up on her front door.

It was the last time he'd see it, he figured, when he gave it a hard kick that left his toes bruised and walked off.

What Llywelyn Ridley Renn would fail to realize, what he would need to if he'd ever mature out of the shallow cocoon of irredeemable hubris that he wallowed in, was that his perceptions of enough were never going to be enough. Not for those that deserved far better than him.
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seven...
early june before camp


"Wait, Da, don't loosen that yet--"

Screeeeech!

"DA!"

Dienne watched, groaning, as the shock absorber assembly fell down entirely, dropping spring, press spring, nut and covers onto the workshop floor, rolling somewhere around the two Orellanas.

Ben Sr. stared, sheepish, wrench held in almost shame.  "... Sorry, Dienne."

Dienne dropped to her bum beside her Da, plopping the immense car manual on her lap.  She nudged him reproachfully and jutted her chin out to tell him to get the pieces together.

"We'll be alright.  There's a diagram for how they go back together."

Ben crawled back out from under the car, piling the pieces beside his daughter.  He leaned back on his hands--a common posture his son had obviously inherited--tucking his legs under the frame of the partially disassembled car.

He waited patiently as Dienne read furiously, flicked page to page, and tried to scribe notes onto her journal.  The Quidditch coach watched his eldest daughter give up on her notebook and instead jot directly into the margins of the manual, lips pursed in study.

"... Do you want me to start on the wheel of the right side?"  Ben offered patiently.

"Mmm."  She murmured, flicking another page.

Ben got up, snagging the sockets and power tool.  He wandered around the car to fiddle with the tire bolts on the opposite side.

Quietly, the father and daughter duo worked.  One, trying to be useful, especially with cheating in using his magic to levitate the red, rusted automobile to manageable heights without a car lift.  The other, concentrating and forcing herself to remember all the pieces her father showed her as he disassembled the suspension at her instruction.

Here was a steering knuckle.  There was another shock absorber.  Bushings.  A universal joint.

Dienne's workshop was an innocent looking shed in the backyard of the Orellana residence.  Enlarged like all magical spaces, somehow they'd fit the car inside, as well as the various little hobby items Dienne had tinkered with over the years.  A sewing machine.  Disassembled Muggle toys, electronics, motors, bikes.  Now, a majority of the space was taken up by the car rebuild.  The workbench was cleared and all parts laid out like some well-organized autopsy of the vehicle.

At some point, Ben crawled beneath the car to lay beside his daughter.  Curly hair sweaty, he leaned on an elbow to grin at Dienne.

"Are you intending to eat lunch any time soon, sweetheart?"

Familiar brown eyes glanced over at him, a silent plea.  She was chewing on what the next steps of the plan would be.  More diassembly or to fix what they had taken apart already?  "A couple more minutes?"

It'd already been a half hour since he last asked, and an hour since his own wife Ninon had popped her head in curiously.

Ben smiled and ruffled her grease streaked hair.  Dirt covered his own jeans, tee shirt, and left marks on his face.  His even more involved daughter was in no better shape.  The two of them, a mess that Ninon would issue into a shower before they set foot in the house.

There was still sun out.  And even if there was no sun, there was light, magic and not.  They only had a couple weeks together before she'd have to prepare camp and be gone for two months.

Like he'd said that morning:  "Take your time, Dienne."
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six...
end of school year, train ride home


He slid onto the bench across from her on the train, visiting.

"You went for counsellor?"

"Yeah."  She tipped her head back against the bench.  "I have no idea why."

Benji laughed.  "I thought you hated the thought of looking after camp."

She grumbled something in agreement.

He stretched his legs out to prop his feet next to her, folding his hands behind his head, grinning at her.  "You're so screwed."

"Bite me."

"No can do.  I've gotta be on my best behavior for the Ministry."

She flipped him the bird.

"... I can't believe I'm stuck doing this."  She groaned.

"Da's gonna be disappointed.  He thought you'd be working on that car with him all summer."

Dienne jolted upright.  "Shit!  I didn't think about that!"

Benji arched an eyebrow.  "You didn't think about your prize?  The thing Da and I spent so much time looking for as the perfect Christmas present for you?"

She kicked him.  She very well knew Benji had little to do with their father scouring used garages for a decent fixer upper car.

"I was thinking about the counsellor perks.  I can do magic while I'm at camp, if I volunteer as counsellor."

"You can do magic at school.  So?"

"It's not the same."

Benji shook his head.  He crossed his arms over his chest and studied Dienne.

"Alright, well... Are you going to take advantage of the other counsellor perks too?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

"I don't."

"Dienne... The perks.  Curfew?  Authority?  Maybe a party or two?"

Dienne tipped her head back and stared at the ceiling, releasing a disgusted sigh.

Benji grinned.  "Don't knock it til you try it, Dienne.  You've gotta have some fun on top of all the weird, obsessive, boring shit you do."

"Oh, piss off Benji."
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