|
Post by Anne on Jul 15, 2007 6:10:52 GMT -5
OOCName: Anne Character Desired(The only connon character that will be played is Voldemort): Oldest Male, Theodore Nott and Daphne Greengrass Character's Name: Raiden Nott Age of Character: 19 Which are you loyal to? (The Alliance, Death Eaters, Lorcan School for the Gifted): Death Eaters Are you still in school [including college students]: No PB: Gaspard Ulliel Will you be Dedicated(One at least once a day?): I will try Sample Post[May be Recycled, please make these two paragraphs or longer]:
Perfection, a person or thing that is the perfect embodiment of some quality. Perfect, complete in all respects, i.e., flawless. Raiden Nott’s description of perfection, a simple glance at his reflection in a mirror.
Raiden Theodore Nott, only child of Theodore Nott and Daphne Greengrass. That in its self is a rather big accomplishment. Born to privilege, born to thirst of power, born of lust and wealth. A lot to stand up to, hey? One would think so yes, but not for the tot that Daphne gave birth to eighteen years ago. The moment he took his first breath, was the first moment he took his first step down a long road to being him.
Having his father hit him to a pulp for many years one would have thought he would cave. Even his mother, who showed no emotion, worried about him on those nights his father would torture him, whether it was with his fists or his wand. One night came however when, home from another of his meetings, his father’s eyes fell to Raiden on the kitchen floor, who innocently happened to be tidying his flying broom. It took one look into his father’s eyes for Raiden to realize what was going to happen. Raiden didn’t move. He couldn’t say if it was because he was frozen with fear, or because he knew there was no where he could hide. The moment the C curved in his father’s mouth, Raiden knew it must have been a bad meeting, and he was to pay dearly for it. He was ten that night, the broom before him a gift his father had given him earlier that morning. The curse was almost finished being mouthed when suddenly his father and himself found themselves ducking from needles, wood splinters to be exact. His present blown apart, the evidence of its existence scattered all over the floor. Theodore Nott gazed at his son for minutes before sending him to the room, unharmed except for scratches he had received from the splintered wood.
A year later Raiden received his letter from Hogwarts, and a chance to prove himself. Not to his father, no, but to himself. Prove himself he did. His name always among those who make the highest grades of the year, as Raiden proved himself to be a straight o student. Even though he had no intention of joining the Quidditch Team he did, and was made Seeker. One if not the most notable people in Hogwarts, be it for like or dislike. Also noted as a charmer, one that can get almost any woman into bed if he so pleased, wished to do so in other words, and having bagged most of the female population of the school, some boys too. However the accomplishment that Raiden prides himself on is one that not many know, though many guess to be. Raiden Nott, Death Eater.
An accomplishment that he achieved at the tender age of sixteen, one that his father was forced into bringing him to. Not because he didn’t love the Dark no, but because he was afraid. Because in Raiden, Theodore saw the need in him. The need for accomplishment. The need for improvement. The need for power. What he saw in Raiden was a threat. That only made it that much sweeter for Raiden when he got his mark.
A singed Slytherin Common Room wall, Raiden with his wand out and red in his eyes, only meant one thing, another evening of tutoring. A pretty blonde quickly collected the kids and hurried them to their dorms, returning with the same fire in her eyes that Raiden held in his. “Raiden what are you thinking? If you carry on like this I’m going to tell the Professor about what you do to them.”
Retrieving a cigarette from his packet that rested in the inside pocket of his cloak he raised an eyebrow at the girl before him, lighting his cigarette with the Zippo lighter that had a wolf carved on the side. Once the Zippo was placed away and the cigarette hung in his mouth, he walked over to her and whispered so softly that only she could hear. “Carry on like this Jenson and nobody will ever screw you, no matter how pretty you may be.”
He waited for her to look at him, he gazed at her now crimson face and smiled, tucking his wand away and headed out of the secret entrance to and from the Slytherin Common Room.
As he walked out he blew a long line of white smoke out and laughed, a laugh that wasn’t his charming kind, more of the oh my hell where did that come from kind. Running a hand through his hair he looked to the left side and then the right. Shrugging he pulled his cloak straightening it, loosening his tie but an inch and walked toward the corridors on his right, his hands in his pockets and the cigarette in his mouth. Monday night was supposed to be strictly for tutoring, but it always ended up with Raiden scaring the hell out of the second years or an invite from a girl, one he could not deny. Part of the reason he hated the fact the professor made him give tutoring. Raiden felt as if he was being punished for being good, at his work that is, because heaven knew that was were Raiden drew the line on the straight and narrow thing.
Pondering about which girl to delight with his company he began wondering about his friend. One that a select few knew he was actually close with, instead of the enemies everyone else believed them to be. The one and only James Potter Jnr. The more he thought about the guy the more he realized he hadn’t seen him secretly enjoying Raiden torturing the little ones. In fact he hadn’t seen him since the end of day class. Immediately his mind jumped to conclusions, many of them not ones that any one else who thought they knew James would jump to. He shrugged at that thought. The fact was, because they don’t know he is more like Raiden then they would like. In fact James Potter Jnr. happened to be a Death Eater himself.
Remembering that night when he saw James become a Death Eater, he remembered being the only one James really knew besides the older people. It was also that night that he was made a subordinate of his, an action that Raiden didn’t exactly appreciate. However like most things Raiden saw it as an opportunity to prove himself. Another event that night was his father pulling him aside and warning him to be careful when it came to James. Like most things that his father told him he took it with a pinch of salt.
Turning the corner, his eyes fell upon none other than the one who seemed to hold his minds attention. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing a few rings he walked up to James he was walking towards the Slytherin Common Room, his head down. Nipping his cigarette on his tongue he threw it to the side, just as he bumped into James intentionally.
“What Potter,” he smirked, “think you own the corridors too?” He smirked.
|
|
|
Post by Jullian Boot on Jul 15, 2007 6:12:48 GMT -5
Accepted!
|
|
|
Post by Mindy on Jul 15, 2007 10:08:47 GMT -5
OOC Name: Mindy Character Desired(The only connon character that will be played is Voldemort): Middle Daughter of Gregory and Tracy (Davis) Goyle Character's Name: Elladora Marie Goyle Age of Character: 17 Which are you loyal to? (The Alliance, Death Eaters, Lorcan School for the Gifted): Death Eaters Are you still in school [including college students]: No. PB: Can I give this to you later? Will you be Dedicated(One at least once a day?): OF COURSE! Sample Post[May be Recycled, please make these two paragraphs or longer]:
It was a difficult night. A long, difficult night. Remus Lupin tried so hard to just calm his mind, but his skin was itching with the anticipation of the full moon to come. His "sickness" was hard for him to deal with at times. Remus wasn't like the other children, and that just wasn't fair. Why was it him? Why was he the one bit and turned into this hideous creature that he was? The questions turned over in his head, and he really wished that there were answers, but to the best of his knowledge, there were none. Remus looked over at the clock on his bedside table. 3:27 AM. Time wasn't moving any faster for him. It was starting to get very frustrating. The only scattered sleep he'd managed was full of nightmares that he could hardly take. He averted his eyes from the clock, figuring that the night would never pass quickly if he was watching the clock. Instead, he focused on the window in his room. Through it, the nearly full moon was visible. Almost taunting him, actually.
Remus stayed in his bed for another half hour, but couldn't take it any more after that. His head was aching, but not anywhere near sleep. There was no way to shut off his mind. It was a relentless force. In order to keep it from going crazy, he knew that he needed to do something. So, he stood from bed and crossed his room, planning to do all of the little things he had left so that he would be ready for the day ahead of him. This was no ordinary day, though. It was the day that he would be going back to his second home. He was going to Hogwarts, for the sixth time. Five incredible years there, they had made him feel young again. True he was young in reality. Only just sixteen, but his appearance was more aged. He knew that at time, he looked much older. That was what being a werewolf did to you. He sighed a little. Life was hard for Remus, sometimes, but he still appreciated it, because he was lucky. He had managed to still have friends who cared for him. That was more than some people had.
He was running on autopilot, pretty much. Doing the little things like straightening his room, putting the books, ink and quills into his trunk, etc. It was exciting, the prospect of heading back to the school that had taken him in so readily, even though he was horribly dangerous at times. Remus basically owed Professor Dumbledore his life for ensuring the safety of the other students, and allowing him in to the school. He needed to be in school, even if he might never get hired for a job afterwords. People had such a distorted view of him when they knew he was a werewolf. It was painful to know that they would never like him, because of something that he couldn't control. It hadn't been his fault that his father had insulted Fenrir. There was no way to avoid that.
Suddenly, Remus realized that the sun was starting to rise. He had finished, basically in his room, and now he was just preparing himself. The image that the mirror reflected back was that of a happy older person. Today, he didn't care. It was wonderful just to be going back again. There were no reasons to complain. He headed down the stairs, and went over to the stove, deciding that he would cook breakfast before he left. Remus was so excited, he was having a bit of trouble remembering what he was doing, but he managed to mix the pancake batter, and start one as his mother and father came down the stairs. Both of them loved their son so much, and so they had learned to live with problem. They had even had him go to St. Mungo's for help dealing with his problem once in a while. He was grateful of them, and showed the gratitude as often as possible.
"Morning, Mum. Dad. Big day today."
It was basically the same conversation each morning. They'd ask how he slept, he'd lie and say fine, and then they would all sit down to breakfast. It was a happy little tradition that went on most days. After that they would all go their separate ways, but it was nice to have the time together at all. Remus finished cooking the pancakes and set a plate in front of each of his parents, then sat down with them. He ate fast, prompting his mother to say "Slow down or you are going to give yourself a bellyache." He swore that in her mind he was still a six year old boy.
"You know that I have to leave soon. Only a little bit longer before it's time to board the train."
She sighed at him and excused him from the table so that he could clean the pan from cooking and his plate. Quickly, Remus scraped at the dishes, and then he ran up the stairs and grabbed his trunk. His father met him at the top of the landing on the way back down, and stopped him. The two of them looked so much alike, even though there were twenty years between them. The two of them went back down the stairs together, talking lightly. Then, his father offered a ride to the station, which was 20 blocks away. Gratefully, Remus agreed and climbed into the back of his father's car after kissing his mother goodbye. He loved being half-blooded, because he got the best of both worlds. It was a nice difference between them. As they drove, he scanned the scenery going by, saying good-bye to the muggle world that he lived in and heading for the magical world in which Hogwarts resided.
Soon enough, they were at the train station, and while preparing to send Remus through the barrier, his father handed him a note. The two of them never really vocalized anything of importance. They did occasionally exchange letters like this. They hugged, and then Remus passed casually through the barrier. Inside, there were a lot of people yelling and saying good-bye, and there was steam coming from the train. He breathed in the air, and then headed toward the train, pulling along his trunk. He boarded and headed into the first empty compartment that he could find, which was halfway down the train, and as soon as he had situated his trunk in the luggage rack, he settled into a seat by the window, and watched as people waved good-bye to one another and hello to someone else. This was the life he loved. Then, he pulled the note out and looked at it.
Dear Remus,
Sixteen is an important age. Don't ever forget that. And another thing that you should never forget is how incredibly proud of you we are. Your mother really wanted me to let you know. She said that you are the best son that she could possibly wish for, and I must agree with her. We will miss you this year while you are gone. Be careful and safe. And don't forget to write me and your mother. We expect to be hearing from you.
Love, Dad
Yes, it was the beginning of another year, and he loved it.
|
|
|
Post by Jullian Boot on Jul 15, 2007 10:12:07 GMT -5
Accepted. Thanks you for your audition, I appreciate it.
|
|
|
Post by Chase Malfoy on Jul 15, 2007 10:20:58 GMT -5
Nice. *grin* They'll be fun to rp with!
|
|
|
Post by Chelsea on Jul 16, 2007 12:09:03 GMT -5
OOC Name: Character Desired: twin daughter of Neville and Luna Longbottom Character's Name: Sophia Longbottom Age of Character: 16 Which are you loyal to? (The Alliance, Death Eaters, Lorcan School for the Gifted): the Alliance Are you still in school [including college students]: yes PB: i need to figure that out first...i'll give it to you right away Will you be Dedicated(One at least once a day?): most definitely Sample Post[May be Recycled, please make these two paragraphs or longer]:
“JANIE LOLA SCHAEFER DRITSAS, I AM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU AGAIN TO GET YOUR BUT OUT OF BED!”
Janie’s Aunt Maria yelled at her from downstairs. The blonde rolled over, groaning bitterly. She looked at the clock. It was only four in the morning! Bleh, life sucked. Of course she really had no choice, but to get up and get ready. She had to if she wanted to go ahead and go to Rome. Janie ran her hand through her hair, sliding out of her queen-sized bed. She somehow managed to make it over to her dresser, still half-asleep. She definitely made the wrong choice in staying out after the dance competition, which she might add that their studio did very well at. The hip-hop and jazz routines went surprisingly well and they had placed in both.
“Janie, you up yet? Your mom is not very happy with you right now.”
Her Uncle Mike knocked on the door, before opening. Once he saw Janie staring at him like he was crazy, he nodded, shutting the door. The blonde listened as his footsteps plunked down the carpeted hallway. Shaking her head, Janie undressed from her pajamas and slipped into a jean skirt and a blue sweater that accented her brilliant blue eyes. She ran a brush through her hair, grinning into the large mirror that sat upon her dresser. Janie grinned, applying a coat of clear lip-gloss to her rosy red lips. After a few minutes of debating on whether or not she was ready to go, Janie’s older brother, Marc, knocked on the door, before entering her room. He was just wearing his boxers and his hair was a mess, making it obvious that he had just woken up.
“Hey, Schaef, just decided I’d say bye to my baby sister. After all, you’ve drug me around the whole U.S., but you won’t even take me to Rome with you. I’m hurt.”
Marc laughed, hugging his sister goodbye. She smiled, remembering all the times that Marc had yelled at her because they were moving again. Now he was hugging her because she was leaving. That was plain weird, but she couldn’t deny that she loved her brother for everything he did for her. For as long as she remembered, he had always been there for her, no matter how mad he would have been at her just a day or two before. That was genuine love between two siblings, and Janie would not want it any other way. “I’m sorry, but you know I can’t take you along. I’ll miss you and I promise I’ll write, even if it kills me.” Janie giggled.
Marc shook his head before ruffling her hair. He slowly slinked out of her room, leaving her to grab her things and head downstairs. Janie swung her already packed backpack onto her right shoulder, picking up her Nike duffle bag, which had everything else she needed. Then Janie grabbed her wallet and cell phone of her night table, shoving them into her pockets. With that, she slipped a pair of sandals on, trotting out of her room and down the white-carpeted staircase, which led to her kitchen where her Aunt and Uncle were sitting at the table. Uncle Mike was drinking a cup of coffee, while trying to keep his eyelids from closing. Aunt Maria was resting her elbow on the table with her chin resting on it. Janie smiled. “Too early? I thought so. Anyway I’m going to hit the road. And by the way, does anyone remember where I put my car keys last night?”
Janie looked from both her Aunt to her Uncle, until they both pointed over to the kitchen counter. Her shiny, silver keys lay upon the granite counter. She grabbed them, twirling the key ring around her index finger. She gave her Aunt and Uncle a quick hug and kiss before saying goodbye. She then, jogged out the side door and onto their nicely paved driveway. Her red Infiniti FX sat in the driveway, completely untouched. Janie pressed the unlock button on her car keys. She then opened the care door, tossing her duffle bag into the passenger seat. Her backpack was the next thing in, before her body. She put the key into the ignition, pulling out of the driveway. It was only 4:45 am, and she was already on her way to the Seattle Airport. Bleh, she hated mornings.
Janie parked her car in the parking garage at the airport. She slipped her car keys into her backpack once she made sure it was locked up. Then she headed into the airport, making her way through crowds of people just to get to the check-in desk. The lady behind the desk was greasy-haired and very sour looking. Not once while Janie was checking in did that disgusting lady smile. How rude! Janie decided that a simple thank-you was all the lady deserved before she went through security and made her way to her gate.
“I’d like a café latté, nonfat milk please.”
A seventeen-year-old blonde girl said to the cashier at the Starbucks inside the Seattle Airport, without looking up from her cell phone. She somehow managed to get three dollars and fifty cents out of her wallet and place it on the counter. The girl of course was Janie Lola Schaefer Dritsas. She was impatiently punching away at the buttons of her cell phone, trying to finish a text message to her best friend, Benji Jones. Of course she knew that he wouldn’t be up at freaking six thirty in the morning. Hell, Benji slept in till about one in the afternoon unless he had ice hockey. Then he was up at about five. Janie knew as well as anyone that he didn’t have hockey and he was still in bed. She didn’t care too much, but she had promised to text him before she got on the plane, and that’s exactly what she was doing. When Janie made a promise, she kept it, no matter what. Pressing the send button, she flipped the top of her cell phone shut, slipping it into her back pocket. A small sigh escaped her mouth as she silently waited for the cashier to make her latté. While she was waiting, she pulled out the letter that was the reason she was in the airport.
Dear Ms. Dritsas,
Congratulations! We here at the Wizarding United Nations are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into our Model U.N. program! You, along with twenty-seven other delegates, have been selected to spend one summer in Rome acting as a real United Nations delegate might. Included in this letter are permission forms and a pamphlet giving you all the details about your trip to Rome. Your experience as a Model U.N. delegate will begin on June 10th, when you will travel like a regular Muggle as some delegates are forced to do. Your plane will depart from Seattle Airport at 7:00 AM, and you will arrive at Roma International Airport at approximately 8:00 PM. Good luck, and we hope to see you in Rome!
The cashier finally managed to finish putting the lid on the latté and she handed it Janie. Janie smiled, saying a small thanks, before turning on her heel and walking over to her gate. Dritsas swung her backpack off her back, placing it on the ground before her feet. She took a seat, placing her latté in the cup holder next to her chair. She reached down, unzipping the black zipper on the red, white, and black backpack. She pulled out an issue of Sports Illustrated, and began to boredly flip through the pages. Now that probably looked weird to have a girl whose hands were freshly manicured, hair perfectly in-place, and a skirt on to be looking through such a magazine. You’d expect her to be reading some beauty magazine. Then again, looks can be deceiving. Janie may have looked very girly, but she was far from it. This girl was athletic and loved to play in a field full of boys. Name a sport and she did it. Soccer, basketball, baseball, lacrosse, tennis, ice hockey, swimming, diving, horseback riding, dance, gymnastics, and of course dance. Janie didn’t play on teams for all of the sports, but she did play them, and that was all the counted. The only sports she actually played on a team were ice hockey, soccer, diving, dance, horseback riding and cheerleading. Dritsas was on the top ice hockey team in Washington. They were state champs, but it they hadn’t done so well at Nationals. Her soccer team was okay and her diving team wasn’t so hot. Her dance studio was top notch and highly respected, and her cheerleading squad did fine. Her riding stable traveled the country and that was that.
“Flight number 314 to Rome boarding rows 30 through 20. Rows 30 through 20 boarding on flight 314.”
Janie shoved her magazine back into her backpack, hastily zippering it up. She sat back up, grabbing her care latté. She took a gulp of it, before chugging the rest of it down. That was lady-like. She shrugged, watching all of the people in the back of the plane board. Shaking her head, she grinned. Her Aunt and Uncle had gotten her a seat in the first couple of rows. Janie sighed. She had never known her real parents. Her biological father was in jail and her mother was dead. Janie had been moved around the whole United States of America in her seventeen years of life. She had new foster parents every year, but this time she got landed with her Aunt and Uncle. That was of course because of the fact that she would get fed up with not having real parents that she would steal a house key and run away. She would keep the key, just incase she needed to go back for food, a shower, or new clothes. Yet every time she had planned to run across the borders to either Canada or Mexico, but it hadn’t happened yet. Janie usually turned herself in to the social workers, who moved her again. This time they had gotten so irritated with Janie that they thought she would stay with some relatives.
Now Janie had lived in at least thirteen different states in her lifetime. She had lived in Arizona, Massachusetts, Texas, Alabama, California, Ohio, Kansas, Kentucky, Minnesota, New York, South Carolina, Wisconsin, and Washington. She was currently residing in Seattle, Washington, which in her point of view was an okay state. It wasn’t as exciting as California or New York or even as pretty as Alabama or Kentucky, but it was still a fairly good place to live. The kids in there were great to her, but then again Janie was a likeable person. She had a perky personality and loved to be around people. She was spunky, friendly, and a very optimistic person. Janie was pretty sure that she hadn’t gotten those traits from her real father since he had been in prison for the last twelve years.
“Rows number 20-10 boarding, please on flight 314 destined to Rome. Rows 20-10.”
The dull voice came over the loudspeaker. Janie sighed, tapping her fingers impatiently on the armrest of her chair. She would be the last set of seats called. She glanced at her empty Starbucks’ cup, shaking her head. Now she had something to do. Throw a cup in the garbage can! Whoopee! That sounded like bundles of fun. Sighing, she stood up, swinging her backpack onto her shoulder. Her perfectly manicured hand reached out and grabbed the foam cup. She gracefully (one thing that she did not do often) walked over to the trashcan, carelessly tossing it in.
“Rows 10-1 boarding for flight number 314 headed to Rome. Rows 10-1.”
A small sigh of relief escaped the lips of Janie. She walked over to the line of people, handing her ticket to the man. He smiled at her and she flashed him a dazzling one back. She stepped walked onto the plane, and quickly found her seat next to some old women. Janie managed a small smile as she shoved her duffle bag into the overhead compartment. Her backpack was squashed underneath the seat in front of her. As the flight attendant began to talk about the buckling of the seat belts and every other boring detail that they always went through, Janie got herself comfy, before buckling her own seat belt. She rested her head back on the chair and closed her eyes. After about ten minutes, the large plane was headed down the runway. Janie now was content with what was happening. She was on her way to Rome! With that as her last thought, she rested closed her eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Janie was jerked forward as the airplane landed in Rome. Her blue eyes snapped open and she looked around anxiously. As the plane headed for the gate, she nibbled her lower lip. Now she was getting nervous. Janie hardly ever had a problem with nerves, but right now it seemed to hit her for all the times she hadn’t had them. Finally the plane came to a stop and the passengers were allowed to get up and leave. Janie was probably the first one up. She slung her backpack across her right shoulder before reaching up into the overhead compartment. Her duffle bag slid out and into her arms. She grinned, bolting off the airplane. She did not want to get stuck in a crowd of crazed people who were trying to get off the plane at the same time. That would be difficult.
“Hello, welcome to Rome!” A flight attendant grinned at Janie as she skidded to a halt to keep herself from running into the lady. Dritsas smiled, turning the corner. She walked off the plane and into the gate area. A man approached her, looked her up and down before speaking. “Excuse me, miss, but are you Janie Dritsas?” His accent was heavy and Janie giggled, nodding. The man then held his hand out to her and she shook it. “I’m Dante Giovanni, U.N. representative. I am here to take you to Bella Hotel Roma. Do you have everything you need?” He asked her and Janie nodded. With a small smile, he gestured for her to follow him. Janie did this obediently.
They were soon out the doors and onto the streets of Rome. Dante walked slightly ahead of Janie, trying to clear a path along the crowded streets. He stopped at a corner, where two horses and a carriage were parked. The driver looked half asleep, but his head jerked up when Dante addressed him. After Dante handed the driver money, he held his hand out to help Janie into the carriage. Once she was settled in, he got into it himself. The driver then clicked his tongue, causing the two horses to start to walk. With a second cluck, the black horses trotted down the streets. The traffic wasn’t horrible, so it didn’t take too long to get to Hotel Roma. Janie grinned as she stared in awe at the amazing hotel. It was just full of breath-taking beauty!
“Alright, Miss Dritsas, let’s go ahead and get inside. There you can either go up to your room or meet the other delegates, if they are here yet.” Dante said. He hopped out of the carriage, saying a quick thank-you. Janie flashed a smile at the driver who tipped his hat at her when she finally managed to get herself and her bags out of the carriage. She followed Dante into the marvelous hotel, slowing making her way to the check-in desk. “Name please.” The lady behind the counter said. “Janie Dritsas.” The blonde took the key that the lady handed her. She then stepped away from the counter so the man behind her could check-in.
Janie spotted a group of teenagers around her age. She figured they were the delegates, so she walked over to them, flashing one of her most dazzling smiles that would make any boy’s heart throb. She let her duffle bag rest on the floor as she adjusted her sweater and smoothed her skirt out a bit. Janie never liked to look like a mess, even after a thirteen-hour flight. She shifted her weight from her left foot to her right foot, smiling. “Hi, I’m Janie Dritsas, American delegate.” She tucked her golden hair behind her ears, still grinning from ear to ear.
|
|
|
Post by Remmy Weasley on Jul 16, 2007 12:13:02 GMT -5
Accepted.
|
|
|
Post by Tifa on Jul 16, 2007 12:28:41 GMT -5
OOC Name: Tifa. Character Desired(The only connon character that will be played is Voldemort): Oldest male, Neville and Luna Longbottom. Character's Name: Charles Longbottom. Age of Character: Eighteen. Which are you loyal to? (The Alliance, Death Eaters, Lorcan School for the Gifted): The Alliance. Are you still in school [including college students]: No, he finished school and is currently unemployed. PB: I'll pm you his pb as soon as I get around to looking for one. ;/ Will you be Dedicated(One at least once a day?): I'll try, can't promise, though. Sample Post[May be Recycled, please make these two paragraphs or longer]: Knockturn Alley had always been a dark place. Even after, a long period of disappearance from the death eaters. Warren couldn’t believe that his own father was a death eater. It was amazing but what he couldn’t understand was why he kept that secret from him and the rest of his family. Didn’t his father trust him? Warren was good with secrets especially family ones. But, sometimes, he couldn’t help but brag about certain things like the one of his grandfather, Lucius Malfoy, he had been kept in Azkaban for quite sometime because of his attempt to kill a boy. Amazing, Warren wished he knew who that boy was but his father just refused to tell him. How hard was it to tell your first child about your family’s history? Why couldn’t he know? He wouldn’t say anything. Okay, well, maybe he would but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he wanted to know about his family and he wanted to know now. That’s why he came to Knockturn Alley this evening. He’d sent his grandfather a letter to meet him in Borgin and Burkes. Warren let a sigh pass his lips as he walked down the darkened alleys of Knockturn Alley. He lowered his head and removed the lightened cigarette from his lips. Smoking was his bad habit. He never liked to do it but it was just too addicting to stop.
Warren came to a halt as soon as he reached the entrance of Borgin and Burkes. He dropped the cigarette on the pavement and crushed it with the bottom of his shoe. He took a step back and took in every detail of Borgin and Burkes. The place was abandoned and you could spot many cracks in the windows. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around. Where was that old man? Why was he taking so long? As you can tell, Warren was a very impatient man. He got it from his mother and it wasn’t something he was proud of at all. Since, long before he was born, his father and mother had a fall out in school. They didn’t like each other at all. It was probably because his father was in Slytherin and his mother was Gryffindor. Both of those houses had been rivals ever since the start of everything. Even now, they didn’t get along. How did his parents fall in love? He hadn’t had the slightest clue. Warren found it rather weird how his father ended up betraying his own family. He couldn’t get over the fact that his mother was a blood traitor long ago. She probably still was. He shrugged his shoulders at this. Then why did she marry his father? Did she want to spy on him and find out what he did with the death eaters? Warren shook his head. No, it couldn’t be true. His mother wouldn’t do that to him. She loved him. That’s why she married him.
“Where have you been, Warren? I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” came a voice from behind him. Warren turned around to face this voice. A man came out from an alley. He was holding a black cane with a silver snake on top of it. He also had been wearing all black and his hair was blonde mixed with grey stripes. He didn’t look too happy but his grandfather never was.
“Sorry, grandpa, I had to sneak out from the Manor,” replied Warren while smirking. He hadn’t seen his grandfather in ages.
“Follow me,” said his grandfather while turning around. Warren followed his grandfather. After passing many dark alleys and abandoned shops they arrived upon the exit of Knockturn Alley and the entrance of Diagon Alley. “Why are we here?” asked Warren while looking at his grandfather rather suspiciously. “Your father has servants around Knockturn Alley coming here would make it easier for us to speak,” replied his grandfather. What a load of bullocks! Diagon Alley had always been crowded even during the night time. Suddenly, his grandfather had come to a stop. Warren turned to see what he had been facing. “Flourish and Blotts!” he groaned. “Why not some place else? Like Slug and Jiggers Apothecary?” asked Warren. His grandfather glared at him and then entered the bookshop. Did Warren mention he was picky? Well, now, you know, he’s as picky as a pickle. If he didn’t get his way then he’d complain and refuse to do what others want him to. But, he was desperate to hear about his family history so he was willing to do anything to find out. His grandfather went up the stairs and into the section nearest to him. Warren followed him slowly and peeked curiously into the section to see what his grandfather was doing.
“Come here,” his grandfather snapped suddenly and without another word, Warren made his way over to him. His grandfather removed a book from the shelf and handed it to him. “Take this and read it,” he said while looking down at Warren. At this moment in time, Warren felt like a child again. He felt as if he was looked down upon. Worthless… it was a horrible feeling. “All of it, understood?” added his grandfather. Warren nodded slowly in reply.
A few days later, Warren was found in the living room of the Malfoy Manor. A lamp was turned on near a green sofa of which Warren was settled in. He had a book in his hand and he seemed rather taken in by it. What Warren couldn’t understand was why wouldn’t his grandfather just tell him about his history? Why was he making a big deal of it? Why couldn’t Warren know without having to cause such a commotion? Warren placed a serious expression on his face and closed the book while sitting up on the sofa. He messed with his hair a bit before standing up and making his way over to the kitchen. “Primo!?” called out Warren while allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. The only light that was on in the Manor was the lamp in the living room. Warren had grown used to this since he was normally the only one at the Manor. The rest of his family always went out and didn’t get back until after midnight. Stupid elf, he thought to himself while frowning. “Primo!? Where are you!?” Warren called out again but this time frustration was in his tone.
“H-h-h-here, sir!” came a nervous voice from behind him. Warren turned around and lowered his head. He groped the darkness until his hand landed on something rough… a head, maybe? “Primo? Could you get my wand and bring me a sandwich?” He asked while forcing out a sort of demented smile. Warren didn’t like to smile but he respected his house elf and Primo always liked to see his masters happy. Warren patted the rough head before making his way back into the living room. He picked up the book once more and waited patiently for his wand and sandwich. This was turning out to be a very uneventful evening for Warren. Like it always was.
|
|
|
Post by Remmy Weasley on Jul 16, 2007 12:35:12 GMT -5
Accepted.
|
|
|
Post by Sara on Jul 16, 2007 15:06:59 GMT -5
OOC Name: Sara Character Desired(The only connon character that will be played is Voldemort): Oldest Daughter; Vincent and Romilda Crabbe Character's Name: Abigayle Crabbe Age of Character: 19 Which are you loyal to? (The Alliance, Death Eaters, Lorcan School for the Gifted): Death Eaters Are you still in school [including college students]: No PB: Still undecided, but it's between Zooey Deschanel and Ashlee Simpson. Will you be Dedicated(One at least once a day?): I will certainly try Sample Post[May be Recycled, please make these two paragraphs or longer]:
"Don't open it, Adrien. Nothing good will come out of that chest." "Nah, don't listen tur 'er! If ya open it, it'll bring ya a life you've always dreamed of." "Don't listen to him, Adrien. Just walk away!"
There Adrien stood, surrounded by darkness with one simple light cast down on the table he currently stood in front of. On either side of him stood a middle-aged woman, and with his guess she as probably in her 40s, and on the other side stood a man that was dressed, well, like a Pirate. To his dismay, though, he couldn't really see their faces. It was one of those devils and angels deal, with one telling you to go for the risk, and the other telling you to just back out of it. He didn't know how he had gotten in this room, actually, or even why he was here, but the light and box in the middle of the room seemed to catch his interest. By the time he had approached the table, , and he was about to go for it before the woman suddenly screamed for him to stop. It wasn't too long before the 'Pirate' joined in, and soon he had two people on either side of him telling him what, and what not, to do, and then throwing in little snotty comments at each other.
"Don't argue with me, you bloody little twit! If he wants ter go for it, let 'im go!" "You know perfectly well that nothing good comes out of that chest, you mangy old dirtbag."
Adrien's hazel eyes darted from side to side, listening to the two bicker and bicker before he finally made up his mind. Just go for it, he told himself. What do you have to lose? With one final breath, Adrien pushed his hand forward, inserted the key in the lock and turned it, and smiled when he heard a little *click* echo throughout the room. He had become oblivious to the fact that the people next to him had ceased their bickering, because he was fully into finding out whatever was in this chest. He held his breath for the longest time as he contemplated what would actually happen if he did open the box, but curiosity soon got the best of him and he tossed back the lid. Almost immediately, a blinding white light shot up from the contents of the box, sending Adrien stumbling back as he covered his eyes. It was only then that he heard the screaming of the woman, and the loud belly-laughter of the Pirate. Cautiously, he let his hands fall from his face, but was horrified to see what had happened.
The woman, who he now recognized as his mother, was walking rigidly towards him, and her facial features were being all scattered about. Her eyes bulged, her nose had seemed to just dissolve, and her mouth seemed to have a mind of it's own.
"Why, Adrien? Why did you open it!"
The voice didn't even sound like the woman he had heard before. They were low and static-like almost. He nervously ran a hand through his blonde hair before he hurriedly shook his head.
"I-I'm sorry! I d-didn't mean t-to."
Adrien's eyes darted from his now mangled mother to the Pirate, who obviously picked up on his sense of horror and shock.
"O' course you meant to! But ever trust a pirate, young man. Now look wha' you got yerself inta! All the ones you love are now sufferin' 'cause of yer stupidity."
With furrowed brows, he looked back to his mother and slowly began to shake his head. No. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't how it was supposed to be! He opened his mouth to say something, but the room was suddenly filled with an agonizing scream, which only made the bellowing laughter from the Pirate become louder as well. Slowly, he felt himself being pulled backward by a gust of wind that had swirled out of nowhere. He struggled to stay where he was, but alas, the gust was too strong for him. He glanced over his shoulder at a swirling black hole that had appeared at his heels, then eagerly glanced back to the two, obviously hoping that they'd snap out of it and help him. They didn't. He soon felt himself falling backwards, and a quick rush of failure swept through his body.
"NO!"
Adrien suddenly shot upright in bed and rapidly blinked his eyes before he took a look around the room. Alright, good. He was in his dorm. With several eager blanks, he ran his hand over his upper torso to make sure that all of him was still there. With a sigh of relief, he ran his hands down his face and shook his head. "Dam.n" He muttered as he fell back down onto his bed. He really needed to stop reading those fiction books. He lifted one hand and scratched his head as he went over the dream in his head, then found that it was probably better if he didn't do such a thing. He knew he wasn't about to go back to sleep anytime soon, and there was no point in just laying there.
After he untangled himself from the mess you could call bedsheets, he shuffled over to the trunk at the end of his bed and fished out the first pair of jeans he could find, pulled them on, then went back to see if he could find a clean shirt. Granted, it took him awhile, but he found one. Once he pulled on the shirt, he gave his already messy hair a good ruffle and slipped on his house shoes. Yeah, the kid wore house shoes. Sue him. He quietly opened the heavy door, careful as to not wake his dorm mates, and trotted down the steps. It felt good to get out of that dorm. He didn't stop once he got to the Common Room, but continued right on out of the Portrait Hole and into the hallway. He didn't know where he was going to go, but right now, that didn't matter. He just wanted to walk for a little while and clear his head. So with that in mind, he took a few random turns and walked a few long corridors until he was positive he was lost.
|
|
|
Post by Remmy Weasley on Jul 16, 2007 15:23:35 GMT -5
Accepted.
|
|
|
Post by Andreas Potter on Jul 17, 2007 17:25:41 GMT -5
OOC Name: Lene Character Desired: Joanna Montauge, oc DE Age of Character:seventeen Are you still in school [including college students] yes Will you be Dedicated(One at least once a day?): Yep Sample Post[May be Recycled]: Must I?
|
|
|
Post by Remmy Weasley on Jul 17, 2007 17:28:26 GMT -5
Nah, you have it.
|
|
|
Post by Reina Cho Corner on Jul 17, 2007 17:28:44 GMT -5
OOC Name: Kaii
Character Desired: Terry and Padma (Patil) Boot's Youngest Daughter
Character's Name: Rissa Boot
Age of Character: 16
Which are you loyal to?: The Alliance
Are you still in school [including college students]: Yes
PB: Will get one for her soon..
Will you be Dedicated(One at least once a day?): Of course, I'm always on.
Sample Post[May be Recycled, please make these two paragraphs or longer]: You've seen it.. but I can give you another one, if you'd like..
|
|
|
Post by Remmy Weasley on Jul 17, 2007 17:29:22 GMT -5
Accepted.
|
|