Magic and Mischief

Reopened characters: Remus Lupin Ted Tonks Emmeline Vance Alecto Carrow Amycus Carrow Molly...

Fri, 17 Feb 2012 19:09:24 -0500

Reopened characters:

Remus Lupin

Ted Tonks

Emmeline Vance

Alecto Carrow

Amycus Carrow

Molly Prewett

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Requested Characters (change to bios & faceclaims accepted:)

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OCs are accepted in this roleplay

We’d prefer the OCs be in either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, and they must be well developed, making sense is crucial, obviously. Children from Beauxbatons or Durmstrang can be made as well.

The same application may be used, although there needs to be an area in which you put the desired faceclaim. Make sure it’s one that isn’t taken.

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Email us at: magicandmischiefmailcall@gmail.com

Rules. Characters. Apply. Character Bio(Unlisted Characters and OCs accepted.)

Can I audition for her as Freya Mavor?

Wed, 15 Feb 2012 20:19:06 -0500

Sure.

is marlene reopened? She hasn't posted in a while...

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 18:56:11 -0500

Her character is reopened as of now, yes.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Inverness, Scotland, United Kingdom. ————— Requested...

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 17:41:02 -0500

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Inverness, Scotland, United Kingdom.

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Requested Characters (change to bios & faceclaims accepted:)

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OCs are accepted in this roleplay

The same application may be used, although there needs to be an area in which you put the desired faceclaim. Make sure it’s one that isn’t taken.

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Email us at: magicandmischiefmailcall@gmail.com

Rules. Characters. Apply. Character Bio(Unlisted Characters and OCs accepted.)

how active is the rp?

Sat, 11 Feb 2012 23:02:58 -0500

Semi-active, I’d like to say. With more people joining, we get more activity.

Sybill!

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 22:58:00 -0500

Sybill Trelawney Application - Accepted

Mon, 06 Feb 2012 23:42:32 -0500

Full Character Name: Sybill Patricia Trelawney

Faceclaim: Hannah Murray

Year/House & Wand/Blood Status: Seventh/Ravenclaw. Eleven inch, pine with dragon heartstring/Pure.

Quidditch position (if on team): Quidditch? Aren’t people aware of what tea leaves and crystal balls say about what happens in the sky?

Quick Bio: If you were asked to describe Sybill Trelawney, most people would respond with ‘crazy’ or anything along those lines. But in reality, Sybill’s not crazy. Not that crazy anyway. She’s just very different with her large glasses and strange personality, and strongly believes she can tell the future.

It’s not like she hasn’t got anything to base that off, however-her great great grandmother was one of the greatest seers of her time, and her family has been teaching Sybill the ways for as long as she can remember. But the problem is, Sybill, along with most of her family, didn’t get any of those gifts.

Despite believing she was a seer, Sybill had a relatively normal childhood for a witch. She was surrounded by magic from a young age, as her parents were a witch and a wizard. She received her letter to Hogwarts at age eleven, was sent off and got sorted into Ravenclaw. From then on, her classmates, slightly creeped out by Sybill, tried to avoid her, and they’ve been doing so ever since. But Sybill doesn’t mind-she’s find spending her time alone in the Ravenclaw common room with a book on fortune telling, some tea leaves and her cat, Salamander.

Sample (two paragraphs):

Sybill headed down the halls, her arms full of numerous books, most of which weren’t even for class. She had been to the library again, getting as many books on the future as she could, even the ones she had read. The librarian had grown used to seeing her around all the time, although Sybill wasn’t sure the librarian approved of her, considering the funny look she gave Sybill all the time. Not that it mattered to the blonde, however. People tended to be afraid of the gift, their fear of such a power being around consuming their belief. The way Sybill saw it, there was no point in avoiding the gift-it wasn’t very logical.

A large image suddenly appeared in Sybill’s mind and she shrieked, causing the students around her to jump back. Ignoring her books scattered all over the floor, Sybill glanced around the hallway quickly, looking for the person who was in grave danger. She spotted a trembling first year and jumped at them, clutching their robes desperately. “You are in grave danger!”

Sybill expected the first year to accept his horrible fate and thank her for warning them, but instead the small boy dashed over, leaving a frowning Sybill and a hall full of either scared or laughing classmates behind. Blinking, Sybill turned away and started to head towards her books, when she heard her name being called out. Ah. McGonagall. Yet another person afraid of the sight.

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Roleplayer History: I’ve been roleplaying for 4/5 years, and have been in numerous Tumblr ones-I’ve been co-admin on a few along with the people behind Hestia, Rita and Reginald.

Best way to contact: My personal, claire-standish.

Time Zone: AEST

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Inverness, Scotland, United Kingdom. ————— Requested...

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 17:58:19 -0500

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Inverness, Scotland, United Kingdom.

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Requested Characters:

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OCs are accepted in this roleplay

The same application may be used, although there needs to be an area in which you put the desired faceclaim. Make sure it’s one that isn’t taken.

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Email us at: magicandmischiefmailcall@gmail.com

Rules. Characters. Apply. Character Bio(Unlisted Characters and OCs accepted.)

Reg Cattermole

Sat, 04 Feb 2012 12:42:00 -0500

Reginald Cattermole Application - Accepted

Tue, 31 Jan 2012 00:25:00 -0500

Only Note:

This character should be either pureblood or half-blood. Other than that, perfectly fine. Choose your blood status, send it in, and all’s well.

Full Character Name:

Reginald “Reg” Cattermole

FC:

Robert Sheehan

Year/House & Wand/Blood Status:

7^th/Ravenclaw & 13 inches, dragon core, sycamore wood and unbending flexibility/ Mud Blood

Quidditch position:

Nope, not on the team

Quick Bio:

Before Hogwarts, Reginald was constantly teased about his… well, his everything: his appearance, his actions, and his full name. Reginald hated being cursed with a name like his. After learning about his magic, Reginald thought that if he showed kids at his school he wouldn’t seem so… odd anymore. He was wrong, of course, and the kids taunted and teased him even more than before. When Reginald finally reached eleven years he packed his things and begged his parents to let him go to Hogwarts. He didn’t want to be Reginald Cattermole, the freaky kid. He wanted to change everything about himself. So he did. Now a seventh year, Reg barely remembers who he used to be.

Sample:

It all happened so fast; Buzz didn’t even have time to process it. One moment, Locksley was in front of him, her normal, regular size and then the next moment, she was six inches tall and surrounded by the shadow of his feet. “Locksley?” He gulped, kneeling next to her. “Jesus.” He murmured, reaching out to her. “So, it really works.” He said, more to himself. “The magic.” He stood abruptly, glancing around the room. “Can you believe this?” He laughed, grinning madly. “Locksley, your freaking tiny!” He scooped her in his hands and set her down carefully on the book she’d been looking through not too long ago. “This is unbelievable!” He’d known about the magic at DA for sometime now, but he hadn’t actually believed in it until he’d seen it. Maybe believed is the wrong word, more along the lines of… understood. He thought about Rae’s magic hair. “Healing.” He shook his head, looking back at Locksley. “Well, I guess we have to get you back to your regular size.” He sighed, turning around to find the box with the other vile still tucked inside. “Let’s see… where did I… hm.” He looked around, beginning to panic. “Um, your not gonna believe this…” He grinned sheepishly. “It appears that I have momentarily misplaced the box with the other vile inside.” He mumbled lowly. He’d just put it down right next to him on one of the boxes! Where could it have gone? “One second, I’ll look for it again.”

After ten minutes of scoping the entire place, Buzz came up with nothing. “They couldn’t have just walked off!” He snapped, getting irritated. He picked up a box to check underneath it. “Gah!” He through it down, a loud ‘thunk’ came from the action. “I dunno, Lock.” He shrugged, “We might be here for a while looking.” He looked over the sea of old furniture and boxes. “A long while.” He groaned, running his hands through his hair. He sat down for a few moments, muttering Spanish curses under his breath while he racked his brain. “Hijo de puta.” He cried out, giving up. “Just… fuck it.” His shoulders dropped. He stood and made his way back to Locksley. “I’m so sorry.” He mumbled, feeling incredibly guilty. “I swore I put it right ove-“ He stared at the spot on the table. “No flipping way.” He whispered. There was the box of viles, right where he’d left it. “But… it was gone!” His head jerked toward her, “Did you do anything? Did you see anything?” His head hurt from all the confusion. He took the box in his hands, fingers fumbling to open it. The other vile rest inside. “How…?” He looked up at Locksley again. “This is either really creepy, or really cool.” He decided, blinking several times from shock. “For a treasure hunter, I suck at finding things.” He smirked dryly, shaking his head. He was just about to give her the other vile, when he thought of an idea. “Hey…” Buzz began, “Imagine what we could do with this opportunity.” He closed the box, but kept it in his hands; afraid he’d lose it again. “We could… sneak into classrooms… sneak into dorms… do some major eavesdropping…” He counted off on his fingers with his empty hand. “We could travel through the air vents!” He exclaimed, thinking up a plan. “Discover even more stuff. You know, I bet there might even be some sort of invisibility potion or something in here!” He looked back the necklace he’d picked up a while ago. “When you get back to full size, “ He gestured towards the item, “Maybe you should try it on.” He suggested. “Maybe it could be useful, somehow.” He wasn’t really making sense to himself, but was too excited to care.

Roleplay history:

Well, I’ve been roleplay for… probably almost a year now. I used to co-admin a few with your lovely roleplayer behind Rita, who was kind enough to show me this roleplay. Ah, active wise I do have school but I should be able to get on at least once a day :)

Best way to contact:

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Time Zone: Eastern

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Molly Prewett | Gryffindor | Seventh | Open Molly is a woman of...

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 00:32:32 -0500

Molly Prewett | Gryffindor | Seventh | Open

Molly is a woman of the seventies. Her father walked out on her family when she was a little girl and seeing the detrimental effect it had on her mother as she grew up, Molly promised herself she would never let another person have that much power over her. Molly is incredibly maternal towards her brothers and her group of friends and is less than tolerant of any bullying towards them or anyone for that matter. Except towards Slytherins because, let’s face it, Slytherins aren’t real people. Molly has wanted to be a Healer since she was 5 and has been working on top marks since her fifth year. She is constantly competing against Bellatrix for top of the class, but seems to be stuck forever in second. Then there’s the matter of Arthur Weasley. Molly and he have been friends for years and sure, she’s mildly attracted to him- why else would she snog him from time to time? She just doesn’t see any reason to change that. They have a great friendship and a pretty good arrangement going on- why ruin that with a relationship?

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Magic and Mischief is a highly literate RP that would be happy to have you.

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magic and mischief confessions

Sun, 29 Jan 2012 22:23:09 -0500

Aeryn Trevena.

Sun, 29 Jan 2012 21:08:00 -0500

Aeryn Trevena - Accepted

Sun, 29 Jan 2012 20:34:05 -0500

Full Character Name:

Aeryn Trevena

Faceclaim:

Victoria Asher

Year:

Sixth

House:

Slytherin

Wand:

11 ¼”, Ash, serpent scale core

Blood:

Pure

Quick Bio:

Iris Crabbe was raised alongside her brother. From birth her role in the family was set: vie for the greatest marriage she could to improve the family’s standing. The best she could manage, with her average looks and mediocre talent, was Alasdair Trevena, a British-Scottish pureblood who, while beautiful and of moderate wealth, was nothing special in terms of social standings, especially not among the most influential family names.

Their promising children was all that boost them up to the tier including the Yaxley, Prewett, and Lestrange families, along with Iris’ devotion to You-know-who. Alasdair will not publicly devote himself on either side, though he is beyond prepared to take the dark mark and work for the Dark Lord when the time comes behind closed doors.

Aeryn was born the second child of the Trevena family after her brother Ryder with the idea of being a fall-back child. Should the first die of complications or other reasons, her parents would still have a child, the most valuable thing to any Pureblood family.

Since she was seven, Aeryn has always found herself drawn more towards women then men. After one incident with her mother, she has not allowed herself to entertain the thought of being romantically involved with any other girl, and is prepared to spend her life with a respectable man.

Both she and her brother were raised with several tutors and nannies, making sure to keep them civilized children with the talents any pureblood should boast. They were taught penmanship, singing, an instrument a piece (the violin for Ryder, piano for Aeryn), correct dinner manners, ball room dancing, posture, and presentation of themselves.

Despite most of their classes being separate, the two children were close from a young age. Equally manipulative and judgmental, Ryder thinks fondly of his little sister, and is highly protective of her, though his time with her has lessened since Hogwarts, especially with his friends taking up so much of his time. He is very possibly the only person she has a pure emotional attachment to.

Besides Ryder, Aeryn is on speaking terms with most pure blooded witches her age, though she isn’t loyal to anyone outside of her blood and wouldn’t hesitate to throw anyone under the bus.

Through the years, her only constant interest has been beauty. Transfiguration and potions have been her favorite classes because of this, and her drive to keep at her studies.

Her only expectation for her future is to find a good husband, a goal she’s hoping to solidify before the second half of her school year.

Sample:

(Hypothetical situation, not happened yet, etc etc)

This was thrilling, sent butterflies in a frenzy in her stomach. Aeryn ignored the intensity of her feelings, tried to push down the fear accompanying the joy.

“It’s just another flight,” Aeryn whispered to the girl keeping time with her steps. Just another flight down, then they’d be in the Slytherin dorms.

“Oui,” the pretty French girl replied, giggling afterwards, grabbing at Aeryn’s hand.

Colette was a visiting student from Beauxbatons who had caught Aeryn’s eye from the moment she waltzed into the Great Hall with a group of her friends, giggling and twirling in their beautiful blue uniforms. Aeryn saw her again, a week later, in the courtyard, acting out some flirty scene with a male friend, who stepped out and bowed to her. Colette twirled and curtsied to him, before turning and winking at Aeryn. The Slytherin walked down to her room and spent the rest of the day studying.

For months, she ignored the girl whenever she was near, certain that she was the only of the two spending her nights trying not to think, placing a sleep mask on and blocking out the sounds of the sleeping girls in her dorm room, the grotesque snores coming from the girl with the bed to the far right of the room. She had to tack on an extra ten minutes to her morning routine to take care of the worsening bags her eyes collected over the weeks.

It was after she walked in on Colette and some other Beauxbaton girl, Maryse, a friend of Fleur’s and almost as popular, flirting in French and exchanging small kisses between words in an otherwise empty hallway that she first felt the bubbling in her stomach, the sneer on her lips, the flush in her cheeks, and the need to run away to hide, to empty her stomach. She blamed it on the indulgent breakfast she had (she’d actually had a buttered biscuit with her usual meal, how disgusting, she could feel the cellulite as she swallowed) and dutifully rushed to her usual bathroom stall, emptying the days calories.

It wasn’t until the Yule ball that she grew the courage to approach this beautiful girl. Colette had worn a dark green dress, a simple piece that was covered in a darker shade of lace, her hair was twisted up in a simple knot; she looked effortlessly beautiful. Aeryn caught her breath, before walking over.

She didn’t remember how the conversation went. She can’t recall how they ended up making their way to her dorms to show her the room she stayed in, or who suggested it, but she was aware of the girls hand, softer than her own, clutching at hers, each laugh out of her lips. Had they been anywhere besides the abandoned stairwell, had anyone been around, she’d have let go of Colette’s hand immediately, wouldn’t cause any rumors, wouldn’t tempt another student to blackmailing her, the possibility of her parents finding out of this must be none.

Aeryn wasn’t aware of anything until they were in her dorm, caught up in the moment, her lips pressed against Colette’s own, lipsticks smearing together, the girl whispering sweet phrases sprinkled with French words.

When Colette leaned back and smiled, asked sweetly with a beautiful accent, ‘What do you girls do for fun around here?’, she could feel it. The nauseating pull at her stomach, the panic and desperation, her mind going blank. Aeryn pushed the girl off and moved her curled hair behind her shoulders, before retching on the floor by the bed. For three minutes she sat dry-heaving after she emptied the crackers and liquids she’d consumed during the day, coughing painfully, tears squeezing out of her eyes from the pain. Colette moves occasionally, apparently trying to comfort her, and ended up just holding back Aeryn’s hair.

“Get out,” Aeryn gasped after a moment when her body finished convulsing, “Get out. Go back, go away, get out.”

Without explanation, she locked herself in the bathroom and didn’t turn to see Colette’s face, watch her reaction; she blocked out the sound of her high heals against the floor, the soft shut of the door.

Her mothers disapproving, hysterical face dominated her thoughts, eyes judging and angry, eyebrows drawn inward, nose scrunched, making her face look uglier than usual. She held her head in her hands, rinsed out her mouth, cleaned off her dress and took care of the mess by her bed. She forgot about Colette, forgot about her lips and her wrists and soft hands, didn’t remember the sound of her voice, set aside the gut-wrenching feelings and carried on.

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Roleplayer History:

Five years, Dorian, whats up?

Best way to contact:

Skype. Checkeredcheshire.

Time Zone:

EST.

HERE ARE SOME EXTRAS IF YOU’RE THAT INTERESTED IN HER.

orientation-

Straight. Women are the epitome of beauty, Aeryn is fascinated by women, but she would never cast the shame upon her family from having rumors of a child gallivanting around with another witch, and couldn’t bring herself to be romantically involved with any female; the thought of it repulses her. She does however find the occasional male to be intriguing or otherwise appealing, sometimes even beautiful in a different, harsher sort of angular beauty.

parent/guardian names?-

Alasdair Trevena and Iris Trevena (nee Crabbe)

sibling(s) names?-

Ryder, older brother by one year

appearance description -

Aeryn was lucky enough to take after her father, the more elegant of her parents, the less heavy-set, and oddly enough, more feminine. Despite being short, just barely 5’5”, she has a fairly well-distributed body, and works hard to remain slim and in shape. Her biggest peeve is her arms, just too thick to be completely proportional, which she’s happy to hide under the uniform robes of Hogwarts. Curve is a nice way to describe her body: nothing too extreme, nothing that makes her ass bigger than it should be, but a wonderful difference in bust-hip-waist that gives her a slight hourglass, along with an above average bust size she’s fond of showing off in her ball gowns.

Her nose is straight, aristocratic, proportional; framed by ice-blue eyes and set above a thick pair of lips.

She keeps her dark brunette hair long, reaching her mid-back, and spends time every morning to make sure it’s at least close to perfection before stepping out of her dorm. With heavy-set bangs reaching just below her eyebrows, she’ll alternate keeping it straight, waving it, or playing with sets of up-do’s.

personality description -

Vain. Vain. Vain. Aeryn spends most of her time thinking about her next outfit, the girls around her, sizing up their features and bodies and comparing them to her own. Her preoccupation with her own perfection stems from her mother, frowning when she’d gain a pound, growing hysterical should she ever become bruised; Aeryn is constantly watching her weight, making sure everything is in place, to the point of starving herself if necessary. Her willpower is her greatest asset.

A catty girl, judgmental, and rude, she’s what some consider to be the run-of-the-mill Slytherin. Aeryn loves arguments, jumping in, observing, and starting them, her favorite activities include pitting girls against one another and watching the sparks fly.

She takes careful measures to keep herself in check, knowing her leash is still short with in terms of her future. Picky about whom she crosses, Aeryn chooses her fights carefully.

Outside of her vanity, she can occasionally be something along the lines of ‘smart’. She’s certainly book smart, taking after some of her more diligent friends with their study habits, and knows her way around a wand, but wouldn’t be the person you choose to be an academics team. Originality isn’t her forte, she isn’t the kind to start mixing her own potions, and has to follow the book exactly, measuring each ingredient to a tenth of accuracy before pouring; and she’s certainly not a student who can pass classes without notes and paying apt attention.

Aeryn is that outspoken girl that everyone hates a little bit sometimes, if not all the time. Her mood swings with the wind, and she truly believes that her opinions on your poorly-styled hair are beneficial to your future. Much of her frustration and anger can be blamed on keeping up with her familys ideal of herself and how future marital situation, though she would never admit that to anyone, even her brother.

five+likes -

+Herself. Vanity is the top of her seven sins, and she takes pride in her appearance.

+English Breakfast Tea. She has one cup for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, one sugar cube, no milk. A simple pleasure she gives up biscuits and sweets to enjoy every day.

+Potions. With the need to double-check her measurements and triple check the order of things, this is the one class she will always look forward too, despite the work load, and how hard she needs to study to keep up with Professor Snape’s lesson plans, how much effort she puts in to understand how the concoctions mix and react and why they do.

+Soft curves, females. She’ll never admit it.

+Wrists. A simple thing she finds very sensual, thin wrists are beauty in its purest form in her eyes.

five+dislikes -

+Flaws in aesthetics. Rather self-explanatory, considering her hang up on perfection.

+Large muscles. They simply aren’t appealing.

+Summer. It’s far too hot to enjoy yourself or many of her favorite outfits.

+Same-sex couples. They make her skin crawl and the thought of being in one activates her gag reflex.

+ Shy, unassuming girls. Aeryn finds those doe-eyed, helpless-victim types pathetic, and loves to rip into their self esteem.

three+goals -

+Finding a good, wealthy husband. Few things are more important than living up to her family’s expectations to her, and this is the one thing they want above all others.

+Achieving E’s on her exams for school. Another way to make her family, and most of all her brother, proud.

+Find an adequate spell to remove the birthmark on her thigh. It’s a horrible distraction from an otherwise flaw-free skin, just a brown blotch on her inner left thigh.

five+fears -

+Old age. Old age comes with wrinkles, weight gain, wider hips and dead eyes. Aeryn is terrified of losing her main asset.

+Losing her brother. The only person she was ever close to, despite their current relationship, losing him entirely would devastate her.

+Bugs. There is no real explanation of this, they’re tiny and ugly and she can’t stand them. Squash on sight [unless she’s wearing a nice pair of shoes, in which case someone else can handle it for her].

+Judgment. Despite her blunt opinions, she dreads the day that others notice how her eyes linger on the bodies of the visiting Beauxbaton girls, or those stressful days when her face is less than perfect.

+Rejection by her family. It’s always been looming over their heads, the idea of being cast out from the family, and it’s the most terrifying thing she could imagine.

best memory -

Aeryn was fifteen when she was permitted to accompany her family to the Winter Ball, where many others of the same status and wealth danced, chatted, and drank to their heart’s content. She remembers the dress precisely, a dark crimson that complimented her pale skin. Her torso was constricted within its corset, her arms were bare, the skirt billowed out, and her hair was curled to perfection - she looked gorgeous and she knew it. She remembered all the eyes that dwindled on her, she remembered her mother carefully watching every dance she took, she remembered sipping wine from the dainty glasses. She remembered being surrounded by the Beautiful People. She remembered arriving home in a fit of excitement, Ryder grasping at her waist and twirling her around the foyer and chatting about the night, /I can’t believe she dared to show up/ & /did you see the way he stared at her?!/, /three songs! She clung to him like a sick puppy/ . She recalled that was her niche, this was where she was born to be. High class, clothes tailored to her exact silhouette, dresses whose cost was too much to make for polite conversation. She was ready for this, ready to have this as a future.

worst memory(one+ paragraphs)-

Her mother screaming, pots banging against the floor, against each other, their house elf cowering in a corner as Iris tore down the kitchen, wrecked the foyer, face streaked with mascara. Aeryn still caught some phrases despite Ryder’s hands clutching at her ears and her humming.

“NO GOOD PATHETIC EXCUSES…..AN EMBARRASSMENT TO MY FAMILY, AN EM…HUMILIATED IN FRONT OF EVERYONE-“

Useless words were terrifying the two kids, paralyzed in Ryder’s closet, hiding underneath a blanket. Five years later, they’d be old enough to understand what happened the week they were left to fend for themselves, when their father was gone and their mother was locked in her room and their nannies’ disappeared for a month- Iris had discovered the slew of women Alasdair had affairs with, and over reacted. Her sister would come later and remind her how ridiculous she was acting, and how this was expected of pureblood women, did you really think he loved you, you silly girl? Aeryn doesn’t linger on the memories of that week very long, and takes it as preparation for her future, a reminder to not be as slow as her mother. She embraced the realities ahead of her, and wouldn’t hold onto whimsical nonsense like Iris.

Classes she’s Good/Bad in-

Potions and transfiguration are her favorites. No class comes particularly easy to her, but she doesn’t mind having to study for these because of her interest in them; they result in her best marked classes.

History of Magic and Ancient Runes are the most dreaded things in existence, there simply isn’t any kind of interest towards them. So boring, all text-based, her brother is the one interested in these kinds of classes that baffle her.

Favorite Spells Learned Already (this has to fit their year; one or more)-

Densaugeo – enlarges teeth. Fantasies involving using this on a Hufflepuff or two have popped in her head more than once.

Waddiwassi – launches small objects. She’s spent many a boring day using this spell to liven things up or amuse herself.

Accio – summoning charm. Simple, affective, and possibly the most used charm in existence.

Patronus(if applicable)?-

Though she can’t cast the spell yet, her patronus is a skunk.

Quidditch position (if any) and skills at Quidditch-

You’d never catch Aeryn in such a contact-intensive sport like Quidditch. She’s has never had an interest in riding a broom beyond learning for practicality’s sake, after all, it’s a popular past time; she should know something being the well-versed pureblood she is. No one in her family is athletically inclined; they all prefer observations to actions.

Prefect/HeadBoy-Girl position? What makes you a good person for this position?-

Neither. While she’s a good student and has never taken too many liberties, she still is in the slot of an Average Student. Never the teachers favorite, never a choice for a prestigious spot, Aeryn would never have the responsibility to keep up with the work load of a prefect.

So I had a thought and figured it wouldn't hurt to bring it up. Could we make a Confessions page for everyone?

Sun, 29 Jan 2012 12:04:31 -0500

Oh. Sure, why not. Would you be interested in running it?

Marlene McKinnon :)

Sat, 28 Jan 2012 02:33:00 -0500

Marlene McKinnon - Accepted

Sat, 28 Jan 2012 01:51:09 -0500

Full Character Name: Marlene Abigail McKinnon

Faceclaim: Amanda Seyfried

Year/House & Wand/Blood Status: 6th - Gryffindor - 7’ Oak Dragon Scale - Pureblood

Quidditch position (if on team): Beater

Quick Bio: On the 11th of December, a great witch was brought into the world to a powerful family, Marlene McKinnon was born to an Auror and a Healer, it was never clear why the young girl had such a passion for reading but it seemed to grow with her passion for life. A natural born flyer she was on a broom from what felt like day one. She was always ready for new adventures and getting dirty.

Marlene was born into a rather frantic life style, she admired her father much as each day he put his life on the line to give her a safe future, Marlene unlike other children was brought up around injured people, staying by her mothers side watching her heal people that seemed beyond repair she would whisper sadly as she looked over new taunted bodies. By the age of 8, she learnt of Hogwarts, her mind was more developed than others her age, her parents were proud of their little girl and cherished her dearly.

Quirky is the first word to that comes to mind when someone tries to describe Marlene. She herself is as good as the definition of quirky, unpredictable and unconventional. She’s random and fun to be around. Marlene is quick witted and armed with a sharp tongue. She does not hesitate to tell you how she feels, she expects nothing less from anyone else. Marlene’s style can be described as unorthodox and a little bipolar. Her sense of humor is difficult to comprehend. It’s one of those things where you’re not sure if she is making a joke. You realize about five minutes later she did make a joke and you look completely ridiculous when you start laughing out of nowhere. While everyone around you will laugh at you, Marlene will be the one laughing with you.

Sample (two paragraphs): Oy! Yes, that was all that really could be said. Marlene McKinnon, an author extraordinaire, had writers block. Which was. Like. Not possible. It was about as possible as Lily Evans was going to date James Potter.

Wait. Screw that. VERY bad example.

But then again, maybe it wasn’t. Sighing deeply, Marlene picked up her notebook and looked at her other works. Songs that needed music, music that needed lyrics, poems that needed a rhythm, rhythms that needed poems. Stories that needed endings, ending that needed stories. It wasn’t right…You’d think that one ending would fit one unfinished story, but Marlene’s imagination was so amazingly broad and wide that each needed something fresh and different, something that no one had ever seen before. She looked at an old book, or script, and sighed. It was about two girls, one was horribly shunned, the other was goregous and popular, and how they became friends. Something about it was missing, though…And she wasn’t sure what. She needed an edge, a gimick. Something new…

Sighing, Marlene put away the unfinished script. It was pointless and dead, and there was nothing more she could do to fix it. But back to her current block. It didn’t make any sense! She was outside, it was a gorgeous July day…And the skies…skies as blue as the oceans…It was the most creative thing she’d thought up all day, and it was still crap…’Is it a sign of my block lifting?’ Marlene thought, puzzled at her sudden inability to write. “Maybe I’m better off shutting myself up in a dark room, forced to think about something…” She sighed. There was so much to write about, and so little to do.

She couldn’t finish the stories, couldn’t end a poem correctly, couldn’t write a song. “How do you write a song when the chords sound wrong…” She hummed under her breath. Still nothing. Maybe she should write about having writers block. But Marlene stopped before she could finish the thought. Compared to her usual works, that had to be the biggest load of crap ever. She sighed, still stuck, still not knowing that to do. Putting her notebook away, Marlene sighed again.

‘There’s always tomorrow…’ she thought bitterly to herself.

Sitting at the table outside a little local cafe in Diagon Alley she tucked her brown wavy hair behind her ear and out of her cinnamon brown eyes. Her coffee sat in front of her still cooling, three creams, four sugars. It never changed no matter how many time she debated about trying something. She could tell herself she was going to get a different coffee but she knew in the end that she never would.

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Roleplayer History: I’ve ran a few fourms on ProBoards & InvisionFree. I’ve roleplayed for about 7+/- years.

Best way to contact: My Tumblr, of course :)

Time Zone: Eastern.

Amanda Seyfried.

Fri, 27 Jan 2012 23:51:38 -0500

Sure!

if i were to apply could i change the FC?

Fri, 27 Jan 2012 23:22:11 -0500

To who?