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Name: Jessie
Age: For me to know, and you not to find out. lol
Time zone: GMT -5 (USA Eastern)
Availability: Now that it's summer pretty much everyday (if I'm awake lol) but around July 20th until pretty much the end of August I won't be able to post at all. =(
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Name: Bellatrix Elladora Black
Nicknames: Bella
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Blood: Pureblood
House: Slytherin
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology, Defense against the Dark Arts, Charms
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Lonneke Engel


Disabilities or Handicaps: None
Mental State: Pretty average, though sometimes a little thick when her temper gets the best of her
Boggart: Herself, defenseless when most needed.
Personality Quirks: Bad posture, often slouches in her chair
Likes: Purebloods, being a pureblood, anything pure or wealthy
Dislikes: Mudbloods, People who act nervous and fidgety, anything red and gold, 4 certain Gryffindor boys…
Hopes/Goals: Oddly enough, to graduate school and also to prove herself worthy of the Dark Lord and fight along side her fellow Death eaters

General Appearance: Pretty, but not overly done.
Height: around 5’6, 5’7
Eyes: stone gray
Hair: long, dark black
Complexion: very pale
Build: thin
Marks or scars: one scar about 5 ½ inches long across her back, from when she was about 4 years old.
Important possessions: a silver locket with the Black family crest on it. Also her wand, which she never leaves home without.

Parents: Cygnus and Druella Black
Siblings: Andromeda and Narcissa Black
Family History: The noble and most ancient house of Black is a very wealthy pureblood family, known for it’s (mostly) Slytherin members, and prejudice views towards muggles, muggle-borns, half-bloods, and blood traitors.

Morals: Stay true to her family, the dark lord, and those she is close too
Sexual Preference: straight
Relationships: None at the current moment…

Character in five words: arrogant, conceited, devoted, self-sufficient, unafraid.

Sample post of 300-500 words (Application only):

Bellatrix had overheard these words, and when she turned her head to see for herself, she nearly spit out the butterbeer she had been drinking at the sight. That indeed was her little sister, and that definitely wasn't someone worthy she was dancing with. Bella had a good knowledge of the Slytherins, and that boy was most definitely not one.

Without saying a word, she slammed down her cup and marched right passed Cissy and Melanie, straight across the room until she was standing right behind Meda. "Surprise." She whispered in her ear in an icy cold voice as she wrapped her arm around and ripped off her "sister's" mask with a swift motion, snapping the strap. "Anything you'd care to explain?" She sneered, but wasted no time walking around to the boy she was dancing with and ripped off his eye patch with great force (that strap snapping also) and pulling off the scarf covering his hair. She quickly dropped the items to the ground and narrowed her eyes at him, as if it was his fault.

She recognized him as Ted Tonks, a Hufflepuff and if not bad enough a mudblood. There were many others Meda could have chosen outside of their circle and Bella wouldn't have been as mad... but a mudblood?!

She spun back around to face Andromeda. "Good evening Andromeda, how has your night been?." She said sarcastically, her voice one of false cheerfulness. She instantly changed her expression to one of anger, her eyes narrowed. "You were a Black. One of the few authentic pureblooded families in the Wizarding world, and you go and betray us by dancing with this?" She swung her arm back to point to Ted. "You knew what was expected, yet you decided to go and try to... bend the rules so to say, did you?" Her voice was suddenly low and dangerous, quiet enough so herself, Meda, and possibly Ted who was behind her were the only ones able to hear. She dropped her voice even more and said, in barely a whisper, "Let it be known, Andromeda, you will not get away with this one. Lies won't get you very far this time."

She knew there wasn't much she could do to her sister at the moment, way to public and way to many teachers around.


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Name: Anthony
Age: 23
Time zone: Eastern USA
Availability: Just about everyday
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Name: Sirius Black
Nicknames: Padfoot
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Blood: Pureblood
House: Gryffindor
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: DADA, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, and Care Of Magical Creatures.
Photobase: Jared Leto
Disabilities or Handicaps: N/A
Mental State: Stable and calm but serious and protective over the ones he cares for.
Boggart: James, Remus, and Peter being killed
Personality Quirks: A mischevious grin forms when he is pulling a prank, ruffles his hair to keep it messy.
Likes: Pranks, Girls, and Picking on Snape
Dislikes: the Dark Arts, his family, Severus Snape, and The Dark Lord
Hopes/Goals: To help rid the world of Voldemort and The Death Eaters, Joining The Order

General Appearance: Ruggedly Handsome
Height: 6'1
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Shaggy and Black
Complexion: Pale with very light tan
Build: Tall and Athletic
Marks or scars: N/A
Important possessions: Wand, The Marauders Map

Parents: Orion and Walburga Black
Siblings: One brother- Regulus Black
Family History: Pureblood elite wizarding family, didn't like muggles also looked upon the Dark Arts fondly. Insisted on marrying into only other pureblood families. Most became Voldemort followers.

Morals: A bit mischevious and a prankster he has a good heart. Always willing to help others and is fiercely loyal to his friends. No evil at all in him.
Sexual Preference: Straight
Relationships: None at the moment

Character in five words: Mischevious, Loyal, Sarcastic, Honest, and Sensitive


SAMPLE POST:
Sitting in the back row of his Arithmancy class Sirius was completely oblivious of what the professor was saying. He couldn't care less either. Slouching in his chair he reached his arms up high as he stretched. A yawn escaped him showing his apparent boredom as he folded his arms and placed them on the desk laying his head down on them. Drowsiness came over him like a storm in the night, there was nothing he could do to prevent the sleep that was inevitably approaching. Eye lids heavy it became harder for him to open them back up each time he blinked. On the final blink darkness overcame him as black as his hair. His conscience telling him to wake up and pay attention, but he ignored it. He's spent time in many detentions for sleeping in class before one more wouldn't hurt him. As he sat there fast asleep a dream entered his mind. He was at home with his family, they were all there. Bellatrix, Regulus, Narcissa, his parents, all of them. The sneers and evilness were not concealed. One could taste it. How he hated being here, to long he had to live with them, those that looked down on all but other purebloods. How he ever got to be as playful and joking as he was he would never know. Perhaps his staying with James and his family was the cause. All of the pranks and jokes they have pulled has given them quite a popular reputation at Hogwarts. As the dream played out as he slept the cold voices he heard would make the hairs on his arms stand on end.

It seemed that they were plotting something. Sirius was unable to make out what it was, so he inched his way closer to the group. Standing in the doorway none of them seemed to notice he was there. "Why can't I just do it?!? Bellatrix screamed out, "He's no better than that filthy Potter anyway, no one would miss him!!" Sirius' eyes squinted as his expression turned into anger he stormed into the room screaming. "How dare you, speak of James that way!?!? His friendship means more to me than any of you!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Not a soul stirred, not even an eye glanced his way. Orion his father motioned his hand towards Bellatrix telling her to silence herself. In his dominating voice he told them all, "He will get what is coming to him in due time, Along with that pathetic Potter and the rest of his gang." Orions voice never wavered, it was calm but fierce, "Bellatrix dear, if you were to dispatch of him at Hogwarts, then they would capture you, interrogate you. You know too much, you and Narcissa both, we can't risk anyone finding out." What were they planning? Sirius thought. This was just a dream, something that has never happened. But he couldn't help but feel it was all too real.

Before the dream got any further Sirius was awakened by a loud thump on his desk. Startled as he woke Sirius jumped back and fell off his stool onto the hard stone floor. "So nice of you to return to us Sirius." he heard the professor say in a disgusted angry voice. "Well to my knowledge professor I wasn't aware I left." he replied slyly. The other students in the class began to laugh and giggle. "I will be seeing you after class Mr. Black, and 40 points deducted from Gryffindor House for that remark." the professor said as she began walking back to the front of the class. Uncontrollably Sirius sarcastically yelled after her, "See me after class? Don't your eyes work? You can see me right now!"

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Name: Jimmy
Age: 21
Time zone: BST
Availability: As and when :p
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IC Information (Who you are applying for): James Potter.

Name: James Potter
Nicknames: Prongs
Age: 17
Year: Seventh
Blood: Pure
House: Gryffindor
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Herbology, Defence Against The Dark Arts
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Tom Welling (see Avatar)

Disabilities or Handicaps: N/A
Mental State: Stable as they come. If not a little arrogant.
Boggart: His friends, all dead.
Personality Quirks: Runs his hand through his hair when agitated, nervous, or pretty much anything else.
Likes: Redheads, mischief, Quidditch, Charms and The Three Broomsticks.
Dislikes: Severus Snape, bigotry, rules.
Hopes/Goals: To get that Evans girl to date him, to win the Quidditch cup in his seventh year, to pass his NEWTS and to get some sort of idea about what he wants to do.

General Appearance: Rather untidy and boisterous, really...
Height: 6'
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black
Complexion: Caucasian
Build: Athletic, lean but toned.
Marks or scars: None
Important possessions: A golden snitch he carries around everywhere, an invisibility cloak that belonged to his father, the Marauders' Map.

Parents: Stephen and Marie Potter
Siblings: None.
Family History: An old, Pureblooded family that has been in Gryffindor for centuries...

Morals: Despite his appearance as a miscreant with no regards for the rules, James is very moral, and feels strongly on several topics. This includes Blood prejudice, which he thinks is utter rubbish, and on the treatment of House Elves. He used to be a bit of an unintentional bully in school, but he's trying to change this now and his morals are growing in importance to him accordingly.
Sexual Preference: Straight.
Relationships: Several.

Character in five words: Strong, Athletic, Loyal, Brave, Afraid.

SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

It was cold tonight, the autumnal breezes that whipped over the parapets, folding between stone and fabric to chill him were insidious, unrelenting in their approach. James shivered involuntarily as he stared out over the grounds, taking in his first sight of Hogwarts since he'd been back that hadn't been filled with people, with noise, with chatter. Not that he minded such things generally of course, in fact he thrived on contact with people. James was never one for extended periods of introspection, but sometimes, just sometimes, you needed time to think.

And Merlin, did he have a lot to think about, to mull over, to toss and turn and sort and compartmentalise in his mind. He might come across as a bit of a rogue, someone who lives in the present and doesn't care for rules, structure or organisation, but at heart James knew that wasn't true. He, like all of his friends...well, most of his friends, was a deeply intelligent bloke, and part and parcel of being that was an acceptance that certain things existed for a reason, that certain people were where they were for a reason.

Like him?

He glanced down (for what Sirius would have informed him was now the eight hundred and sixty-fifth time today) at the gleaming badge pinned to the front of his robes, just above the Gryffindor crest. He thought that its imagined weight would have lessened during the day, would have somehow become lighter, easier to handle. Instead, it had grown even bulkier and almost red-hot. It burned its way into his skin, the day having emphasised exactly what was being required of him and how heavy this duty would weigh on his mind, especially in these times.

Angrily, he exhaled. Why did Dumbledore give this to him? He was happy how he was, arsing around with his Marauders and playing the fool. He was content to cruise through every (most) lessons without a worry, he was excited about another year of chasing Evans, another year to visit his displeasure upon Snivellus.

But somehow, the thought of carrying on like he had in years gone by was slowly taking on a bitter taste in his mouth, as if he'd swallowed ash instead of pumpkin juice at dinner. In all honesty, he'd been thinking on this for a long time, since he'd received that letter, that damned letter that had somehow got inside of his head and twisted him, changed him in what he felt was an irrevocable way.

~~~

He'd woken up before everyone as per normal, Sirius' snores from the room next door sounding vaguely like a chainsaw. James grinned as he passed his door, tying the string to either side of the frame and laying his invisibility cloak over it carefully, making sure to mask the fastenings. The boy might have been his best friend, and granted, he might have gone through a rough time this summer, what with his mother kicking him out. The image of Sirius turning up soaking wet, with a suitcase in hand and a furious, albeit sad expression on his face had haunted his thoughts, making anger stir from deep within that he had to try hard to quell.

But it didn't mean he'd let the boy off easily. Not after he'd had to spend all evening having his hair regrown after Sirius had...accidentally...hexed it off, instead of turning it green.

With a smirk as his trap was complete, he turned and padded silently along the hallway towards the stairs. The early morning sunlight was streaming in through the large windows that seemed to be everywhere in the Potter family manor, giving the corridors, and indeed, every room an unearthly, almost ethereal glow. It wasn't creepy in any way though, it warmed the surroundings, infused them with a richness that he reckoned couldn't be found anywhere else, except maybe for Hogwarts. The whole house lived and breathed happiness and contentment, and James found himself missing it even as he was having the time of his life at school. He paused outside his parents' bedroom, noting the cracked-open door. They'd have gone to work already, he supposed. His father was a senior member of the MLE, and had been for most of his adult life. His mother, on the other hand, was a member of the elite, the best, an Auror. Many teasings had gone on (usually from Sirius) about father figures being subordinate to the mother in the past, most of them earning the pair of them sharp cuffs round the back of the head.

He grinned again at the memory, making his way down the stairs quietly (even though he thought that nothing would penetrate the sound of Sirius "sleeping" - he still wasn't convinced that his best friend wasn't doing it on purpose) and into the kitchen. His father's latest fascination with muggle technology had found the Potters coming into possession of what was known as a "fridge" - a metal box that connected to the wall and seemed to have a permanent cooling charm applied to it. James thought it was fantastic, it kept his morning pumpkin juice chilled at the perfect temperature, and the leftovers from dinner could be eaten later rather than simply evanesco'd into oblivion. His father had been somewhat elusive on the topic of how much it had cost them when his mother had inquired, he remembered with a chuckle as he pulled the door open, pulling out the container of juice and waving his wand almost absently to conjure a glass from the thimbles that they kept on the side. He poured himself a long measure and replaced the container inside the fridge, closing the door and trailing his fingers over the counter as he walked out onto the porch.

He squinted against the bright, warm light that immediately coated him as his feet moved onto warm wood. It was going to be a hot day, which suited him fine. He was going into London with Sirius to meet Peter and Remus later on (and most likely to 'congratulate' the latter on getting his Head Boy badge, oh how he'd take enormous pleasure in that), and after that they were going to Floo back here to test out the new boat that he and Sirius had been building all summer.

So it had a few holes in it, he was sure that it would still...

His internal thought process was interrupted as his eyes tracked to the small, dark object in the sky, drawing closer. His senses honed from years of Quidditch, he rarely missed a detail, often catching them far before others did. Later on, he would be highly thankful for this particularly useful trait as the shape came closer, closer. Eventually, he could make out that it was an owl, and he felt the same little shiver of excitement that coursed through him every year. Hogwarts letters! He outstretched his hand to catch the letters as the owl dropped them, banking off (he assumed) to deliver the rest of his load to the Abbots, who lived a few villages over.

Another year of mischief, of pranks, of fun, of sneaking around, of Quid...

Once again, he found his thoughts derailed as one of the letters landed in his palm first with a thunk, the other drifting gracefully into his right hand. Running his thumb over the first envelope, he felt the distinctive shape of a shield, the coldness of the metal transmitting through the paper as his eyes widened. Slowly, reluctantly, he turned the envelope over.

James Potter,
The Porch, Potter Family Estate
Godric's Hollow, Ceredigion.

He felt his heart skip a beat.

He felt his heart skip another beat.

Surely not...

With (although he would never admit this later to anyone except Lily) slightly trembling hands, he set Sirius' letter to one side, reaching up to pull open the wax seal of Hogwarts on the back. It came away with a snap, the envelope already bulging with documents, letters...and another envelope. He set the larger one down as he withdrew this new discovery, unconsciously biting his lip as he read the familiar, slanted script on the front.

James

Another seal broke with a quick swipe of the boy's finger, his rush now moved in a split second from hesitant to almost feverish, ripping the vessel open to get at what was inside, to dispel his growing horror which, unfortunately, was to stay with him.

A small object tumbled from the paper container, glittering in the morning sun to fall to the decking with a thud that was almost insignificant to anyone else, but sounded like an explosion to James. He bent down slowly, the letter that accompanied the object still clutched firmly between his fist as his knuckles whitened. He brought his eyes right up to it, having forgotten to put his glasses on when he showered and dressed, but eventually the perfectly engraved letters came into focus, gleaming in the light.

James Potter
Head Boy

No...this can't be happening...there must be a mistake... Vaguely, some subconscious trigger in his mind forced him to look down at the letter still clutched inside his fist, a letter that hopefully contained some vague semblance of an answer to a question that hadn't even formed yet in his mind.

James,

I trust that you have discovered the contents of this envelope, and that the shock has not put you into an early grave. Believe me, that was not my intention.

I'm certain that you have many questions, chief among them being about my choice for Head Boy. I could write volumes on my selection procedure, tomes on the reasons why and why not, but I do not wish to bore you on such a fine summer's day. Instead, I will tell you this.

Recently, a very dear friend of mine said something to me that happened to stick in my mind. He said, "There comes a point in every person's life, where you have to choose between what is right, and what is easy." Why did I choose you for Head Boy, James? The answer is simple.

When the time comes, I trust you to make the right decision.

Yours in kind regard,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Order of Merlin, First Class.

He didn't know how long he stared at the parchment for, all he knew was that his thoughts (or lack of, in this case) were interrupted by a loud crash emanating from inside of the house.

"PROOOOOONGS!!!" Came the angry shout, and in slight panic, James scooped up the Head Boy badge, along with Dumbledore's letter, and stuffed them inside his robes.

~~~

That had been the point where everything had changed, he thought to himself as he leaned on the turret, the chill of the stone underneath making him wish that he'd worn his jumper out. The days were still warm, but the weather was starting to turn, especially up here in Scotland. With one final glance out over the grounds, where the lights of Hagrid's cabin twinkled merrily by the foreboding treeline of the Forbidden Forest, he turned and made his way to the staircase.

That was enough thinking for one night.

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Name: Angelique [Cat]
Age: 14
Time zone: central
Availability: whenever i can steal comp from everyone else
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IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Andromeda Leanor Black
Nicknames: Andi, Meda
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Blood: pure-blood
House: Slytherin
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: 7th year DADA, 7th year Charms, 7th year Potions, 6th year History of Magic, 6th year Astronomy, and 6th year CMC
Photobase for your character.
mia kirshner http://www.afterellen.com/archive/ellen/TV/2006/photos/the%20l%20word/bisexuality/jenny.jpg
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Disabilities or Handicaps:N/A
Mental State: stable
Boggart: Black Widow
Personality Quirks: bites bottom lip when nervous
Likes: Nice things. Cleanliness. Actual conversations with her sisters. Being flirted with (though she'd never admit it). Chocolate. Feeling safe.
Dislikes: Feeling worthless. Not fitting in. Being made to feel inferior.
Hopes/Goals:

General Appearance: natural beauty
Height: 5' 6"
Eyes: Blue/Grey
Hair: Dark Brown
Complexion: Pale
Build: Average
Marks or scars: N/A
Important possessions: journal

Parents: Cygnus and Druella Black
Siblings: Bellatrix and Narcissa Black
Family History: The Black family is a pureblood family that has mainly all been sorted in Slytherin besides a select few such as her cousin Sirius. Her family is wealthy and is prejudice against all those who are not pureblooded or are blood traitors.

Morals: believer that cleanliness is next to godliness. She is kind and is not prejudice like most of her family.
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Relationships: None at the current moment

Character in five words: smart, kind, tidy, afraid, different


SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

It was a cold winter day. Snow covered the courtyard of the Wizarding School. Andromeda sat by the centerpiece fountain in the center of the snowy courtyard. She was covered head to toe in warm winter’s clothing. The Slytherin scarf she wore around her neck blew with the cool breeze. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail so the wind couldn’t blow her hair into her face, but occasionally the wind would strike her hair against her neck.

Her and her sisters had just arrived back from winter’s break at the Black Manor. After spending time with her family most of the winter she needed time to herself. It was hard being around her family. They were all so prejudice, while Andromeda was not. Toujours pur, Always Pure, that was the family motto. Andromeda didn’t agree with it one bit though. What was so grand about being pure? If she pricked her finger, wouldn’t the blood look the same as a muggles? Andromeda never saw the point in such prejudice behavior her family showed, but of course she could never tell anyone that. She was a Black, one of the most prominent pure-blood wizarding families.

Another wave of cold air blew around her, causing her to hug herself for warmth. It was so calm and peaceful out, not a soul around. Andromeda couldn’t blame any of the students for not wanting to be outside for it was tremendously chilly. She was as alone as she always felt. She could be in a crowd of people and still feel alone in the world. She loved her family, but they were so different. Narcissa and Bellatrix were more cruel and dark then her. It made things harder at home. Andromeda let out a sigh at the thoughts of her sisters. She often wondered what would become of the three of them after school. Would Andromeda take a different path or be forced into the one that her sisters would choose?

Andromeda decided it was best not to focus on the future. Currently her present was more important. Winter break was now over and that meant classes were about begin again. Schoolwork always took her mind of her troubles. Andromeda stood up and began walking back to the castle. The snow made a crunching noise beneath her feet as she walked. When she got into the castle, her arms stopped hugging herself for it was warmer inside. She walked down the corridors and into the Great Hall for some nice warm hot chocolate.

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OOC Information:

Name: Marie-Christiane
Age: 17
Time zone: GMT -5 (Canada Eastern)
Availability: Monday from around 6:30 pm to 10:30 pm, Tuesdays from 9:30 pm to midnight, Wednesday from 5:30 pm to midnight, Thursdays from 2 pm to 1 am (meh), Friday from 4:30 pm to 1 am, Saturday from 5:30 pm to 1 am and Sunday from 5:30 pm to 1 am (for the hours that go to 1 am, sometimes its later, sometimes earliers, depends on my parents and tiredness but if I put 1 am its because I don't have to be up early the next morning)
YIM/MSN: marie_c2006 / marie_c2001@hotmail.com


IC Information:

Name: Marlene McKinnon
Nicknames: Marly
Age: 17 years old
Year: 7th year
Blood: Half blood or pure blood (see family history)
House: Ravenclaw
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Defense against the dark arts, Ancient Runes, History of Magic

Photobase for your character
Ilona Elkin


Disabilities or Handicaps: N/A
Mental State: Pretty much normal
Boggart: Her father
Personality Quirks: Plays with her hair or hands a lot
Likes: Reading, singing, Charms and History of Magic
Dislikes: People who are mean, unfair or who think higher of themselves
Hopes/Goals: To finish school with good grades and become an Auror

General Appearance: She's pretty and looks like a nice girl, which she is
Height: 5'4"
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Complexion: Caucasian
Build: Slender
Marks or scars: A long one on her collarbone
Important possessions: The letters her mother writes to her when she's at school and a necklace she's had since she was born

Parents: Cole and Alice McKinnon
Siblings: Kathryn, a younger sister
Family History: Her father comes from a strict pureblood family who thinks higher of themselves only because they have pure blood, while her mother is a muggle born witch (hence why Marlene would be considered as half blood from some points of view). Her parents only married because her mother was pregnant with her.

Morals: Marlene believes that everybody should be treated equally no matter their blood status
Sexual Preference: Straight
Relationships: None at the moment

Character in five words: Sweet, loyal, friendly, shy and understanding


Sample post

It was close to midnight and the first day at Hogwarts was making place to the second one as students and teachers were asleep... or so it seemed. Marlene, who had been trying and trying to get into dreamland for three hours now, slowly opened her eyes and gazed around the silent Ravenclaw dormitory. The soft breathing of her dorm mates was the only noise that reached her ears in the silence of the night and as she sat up straight in bed, she noticed that the girls with whom she shared her room were all, lucky for them, asleep.

Careful not to wake anybody up, Marlene pushed her quilt at the feet of her bed and put her feet on the cold floor, shivering lightly as the cool sensation rushed through her body. Without making a sound, she tiptoed her way to the door and left the dormitory, walking into the dark common room. The flames in the fire place were slowly dying out, making the large room rather cold. Marlene wrapped her arms around her body tightly, rubbing her arms, hoping the friction on her skin would warm her up as she was wearing a plain tank top as her pyjama top. When her eyes fell on a small, but warm looking blanket on the back of a couch, she sighed thankfully and picked it up, wrapping it around her shoulders and heading to the window seat. She sat down on it, pushing away the light blue curtain and pressing her forehead against the cool window, looking out at the sky and moon with a smile. She curled her legs under her body as her hand reached up for the silver necklace she always wore. Her fingers absent mindedly played with the butterfly that was hanging from the chain as her thoughts wandered through her head, taking a new direction every
time her eyes landed on another part of the outside world.

So her seventh year at Hogwarts had finally started, if finally was the right word. When this year would come to an end, there would no longer be classes, school mates, homework, exams... to some people it probably seemed so far still, the blessed day when they would leave school forever. To her, it was more of an obligation. There were no other choices... as she tucked her long brown hair behind her ears, she started wondering what would happen next. She'd go back home... and stay there. Until her father died at least... A small sigh escaped her lips and she brought her knees up to her chest, folding her arms and burrying her face in them. Then, she looked up at the moon and tilted her head slightly as she looked at it. It was not true. She wasn't going back home when the year would end. She was leaving home.

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OOC Information:

Name: Kimberly
Age: 22
Time zone: Central
Availability: evenings, weekends
YIM: Yimburlkay

IC Information:

Name: Remus John Lupin
Nicknames: Moony
Age: 17
Year: Seventh
Blood: Half Blood
House: Gryffindor
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: Remus's best subject is Defense against the Dark Arts, with a specialization in Defence against Dark Creatures.
Photobase for your character. Kevin Zegers



Disabilities or Handicaps: werewolf
Mental State: stable except for that time of the month
Boggart: moon
Personality Quirks: Remus likes to be liked and this is somewhat of a failing as it usually ends up in him capitulating to or going along with those who he cares for not because he thinks what they're doing is right, but because he's uncertain as to whether or not he'll still have their friendship. Patient with others, it takes quite a bit to make him lash out and when he does so, depending on the person, it tends to be passive agressive. Usually afraid to take part in physical violence for fear of harming someone.
Likes: chocolate
Dislikes: the moon
Hopes/Goals: One hope would be that a cure is found for lycanthropy. However, as he knows that's a long time in coming, he hopes that there will be an increase in werewolf rights. Beyond that his goals are to of course graduate from Hogwarts, but also to do something within the field of DADA, possibly become a professor at Hogwarts, as it's one of the few places where he's felt welcomed, at ease, and at home.

General Appearance:
Height: 5' 11"
Eyes: hazel
Hair: light brown
Complexion: Caucasion

Build: thin, somewhat toned but not the musculature of an athlete.
Marks or scars: quite a few.
Important possessions: marauder's map

Parents: John and Flora
Siblings: n/a
Family History: Remus's childhood up till a certain point was fairly normal, born to a wizard father, and a muggle mother. His father's actions, by having somehow offending Fenrir, resulted in Remus being bit by the werewolf very young. His mother, who could deal with her husband being a wizard, was hard put in accepting that her son was a werewolf. The strain between father and son was even worse as his father blamed himself for the fact that Remus was bitten. Despite this, the family stayed together, but his 'illness' seemed to hang over it. Not an overly wealthy family, their money went towards medical and research, Remus's father buying anything that might have a chance of curing him until one such remedy almost killed him. Afterward they accepted that there would be no cure.

Morals: Remus is moral and doesn't much care for the classification of dark creature and the way that they are treated, though he has for the most part accepted his lot in life. Blood purity is not an issue with him, and he feels disdain for those who publicly speak out against those who are not pure bloods. Loyalty is key, he would never think to betray those he calls friend, and once his own trust is betrayed it takes quite a bit for him to forgive, though not forget.

Sexual Preference: heterosexual
Relationships: None so much as of right now

Character in five words: Intelligent, Loyal, Perceptive, Kind, Patient

Rp Post:

It was odd to see Remus without the other three of his friends, but without them he was, not because he didn't enjoy their company, but because at times he felt the need to be alone and think. Standing, he leaned against one of the trees that dotted the landscape, his gaze set toward the lake, that seemed undisturbed except for a few ripples every now and then. Idly, he wondered if it were the wind that caused such a disturbance or if it were the giant squid.

Hazel eyes rose to look upwards toward the sun although not directly, it was not yet setting but would within the hour. He found that this was his favorite time to think. Most were still inside getting ready for dinner in the Great Hall, but Remus, if he had the urge to be alone, came here directly after class. It was a nice spot and he liked being outside when he could.

His mind ran over the last couple of days. It seemed that everyone was adjusting fairly well to being back in class and in the dormitories. It was definitely odd going from living with his parents, to being with his friends once again. The feeling around Hogwarts was just.. somehow more, well, everything. He wasn't sure what he would be doing after Hogwarts, he was actually a bit afraid of speaking with Headmaster Dumbledore about the possibility of whethere or not he could continue his education under the tutelage of the current DADA professor or if he could suggest another institution or expert and perhaps some day get a position.

Long fingers, in a nervous habit, pulled at the red and gold tie around his neck, loosening it somewhat. He supposed he should ask him soon, although he did fear the answers. Remus didn't deal well with rejection, and rarely stuck his neck out in such a way. He tilted his head back, eyes moving away from the sun to glance up through the green foliage. However, he was a Gryffindor and knew that it in due time he would work up the nerve to speak to the man who had given him his chance. There would always be the worry though that he might be asking too much. Perhaps he should go to the Head of Gryffindor first, she too knew his secret.

Remus gave a nod of his head agreeing with his thoughts, a small content smile appearing and easing away the small frown that had been there before. Taking a deep breath he let it out on a sigh, before lowering his chin and glancing about.

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Age: 21
Time zone: BST
Availability: As and when.
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IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Peter Abraham Pettigrew
Nicknames: Wormtail
Age: 17
Year: Seventh
Blood: Half
House: Gryffindor
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: Herbology, Transfiguration, Divination, Charms, History of Magic.
Photobase for your character. (Name of person in picture and photo of that person.)

http://w1.1396.telia.com/~u139602049/2000culkin.jpeg

Macaulay Culkin.

Disabilities or Handicaps: None to speak of; has the occasional stutter, which was far worse when he was younger.
Mental State: Stable?
Boggart: A boy from his childhood.
Personality Quirks: Enjoys the company of successful, powerful people. Has a constant need to belong, but a vivid, violent streak of independence which is suppressed under these other aspects of his personality.
Likes: Zonko’s, Honeydukes, Acceptance.
Dislikes: Confrontation (on the losing side), incisive perception, transfiguration.
Hopes/Goals: To be popular, to be loved and to be strong.

General Appearance: Scruffy, unkempt.
Height: 5’7
Eyes: Watery blue.
Hair: Mousy blonde.
Complexion: Pale.
Build: Chubby, un-intimidating.
Marks or scars: Normal cuts and scrapes.
Important possessions: An old music-box from his mother.

Parents: Edwina Pettigrew, Abraham Pettigrew.
Siblings: None.
Family History: The Pettigrews are regarded as an old pure-blooded family due mainly to their collection of trinkets from their presence at major wizarding events. Although not actually participants at said time, the Pettigrews seem to have a hereditary knack for affecting the way things happen without actually directly implicating themselves. They are eternal fence-sitters, and thus not held in great esteem by families such as the Blacks or the Malfoys, or in any particular realms of friendship by other families such as the Weasleys and the McKinnons. There has also been a worrying streak developing over the last few centuries in the bloodline, a propensity to produce squibs. Abraham Pettigrew, Peter’s father, is one…and his name constantly hangs over the young man’s head.

Morals: Self-serving and malleable.
Sexual Preference: Silently bisexual.
Relationships: None.

Character in five words: Afraid, brave, ambitious, sad, struggling.


SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

Peter cheered with Remus as he watched James put the Quaffle through the hoop once again for Gryffindor, punching the air as the score increased to 60-0 against Slytherin. Glancing over at his friend, he took the profferred piece of chocolate and popped it quickly in his mouth. He’d never be up on the brooms, he knew that, his previous (somewhat disastrous) experiences with flying had proven that he didn’t have the stomach for it, but it didn’t mean that he didn’t enjoy watching the game. Peter was, after all, one of those people in life who’d almost resigned himself to being an outside spectator on others’ experiences. He’d never be as popular as James, as brave as Sirius or as clever as Remus, but he enjoyed their company nonetheless. He enjoyed their successes and the small part he played in them as the fourth Marauder.

But then, with a slight pang of sadness, he wondered if that was all he’d ever be. James would certainly go to the Ministry after Hogwarts, to be an Auror or something equally glamorous. Sirius would, of course, go with him. Remus would probably end up as a teacher…but what about Peter? What about poor, inept Peter, the one who people didn’t really see when they looked at the four of them, what would he do? Even as the words formed in his mind, almost drowned out by the cacophony of noise as James scored yet again, he knew what the answer was, knew what he’d be doing. He’d be in a back room, in an archive; a mid-level functionary with no real prospects, with no glamour, no excitement. Oh sure, his friends would still see him…but it would always be an invite to their lives. He would never be the one inviting.

He’d just be RSVPing.

However, as the surge of excitement overtook the crowd once more as the seekers dived for the snitches, all eyes on them, Peter wondered if that would really be so bad after all.


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Name: Jenn
Age: 19
Time zone: Central
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IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Karen Rosmerta
Nicknames:…Karen how simple can you get? lol
Age: 17
Year: 7th year
Blood: pureblood
House: Gryffindor
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Transfiguration, Charms, History of Magic, DADA
Photobase for your character. Jessica Alba


Disabilities or Handicaps: N/A
Mental State: Very stable, not much of a temper, can be slightly ditzy
Boggart: Being in the mist of the war as inside she’s very insecure about her magical abilities.
Personality Quirks: She always tends to wave her hands around as she talks to others. Her hands are used to being active so she’ll fiddle with her jewelry or tap her fingers on anything when she’s thinking, whether it’s a desk or a person. Biting her lip is another quirk that she does when she’s nervous or deep in thought.
Likes: friends, books, and socializing
Dislikes: fighting and arguments
Hopes/Goals: She just wants to have a peaceful and quiet life in a small town. Never one for fame or glory, Karen would rather stay out of the war. At least actively, although she’s on one side, she’d rather not fight.

General Appearance: Very curvy and pretty (exact description of her)
Height: 5’5
Eyes: Dark Brown eyes
Hair: Honey brown hair that naturally curls
Complexion: tan with a slight glow
Build: curvy
Marks or scars: tiny scar on her right index finger
Important possessions: family photos

Parents: Derek and Sandra Rosmerta
Siblings: brother Ramsey David Rosmerta
Family History: Born into a pureblood wizard family, Karen was the younger two children. Having a very normal childhood, she never really gave a thought to the outside world. Her older brother of five years Ramsey was accepted into the Ministry of Magic as an Auror. Upon joining a secret mission, he suddenly disappeared. As her parents searched high and low for any sign of him, Karen continued her studies at Hogwarts. Never really much of a student, she focused more on the socializing aspect of Hogwarts.

Morals: Not much of an attention seeker, she prefers to stand in the background. Although she would never join the Death Eaters, she also wouldn’t join the Order of Phoenix even though she is on their side.
Sexual Preference: straight
Relationships: none at the moment but always up for a few flings or flirting

Character in five words: pretty, cheerful, slightly nosy, sassy, and honest


SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

Glancing out the owlery doorway, Karen Rosmerta leaned her bag against the wall. Already the sky was darkening as the air thickened with drizzle. Wrapping the oversized cloak tightly around her, Karen slipped the hood over her head and tucked her brown hair inside. As she picked up her bag once more, she glanced behind her at the golden barn owl clicking its tongue disapproving at her.

“Oh shush, it’s your fault I’m out here like this to begin with.” Karen murmured wryly as she hurried down the steps. If she wasn’t so intent on checking on Angora, she would have been inside the castle sitting cozily by the fire. Yearning at the thought of the warmth inside, Karen hurried along the path. Her shoes sloshed about in the mud causing the wetness to seep into her socks. Shivering slightly, she grasped the golden chain at her throat and kept her head downwards. The coat nearly enveloped her in its warmth granting her at least a bit of relief. At least for the moment her arms were dry even if her legs weren’t. The wind whipped the light drizzle into her face causing it to sting. Suddenly, Karen was aware of the approaching darkness around her as she heard a lone howl. Goosebumps rose on her arms as she glanced around in nervousness. Her hand automatically fiddled with the teardrop diamond on the chain as she always did whenever she was nervous. Grasping the necklace, she always felt a bit warmer as it was a gift from her older brother before he disappeared. She had found it among his possessions with a card stating that he was going to give it to her upon her graduation. Tears suddenly formed in her brown eyes obscuring her vision for the moment.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Karen blindly rushed toward the castle doors. Suddenly she ran smack into someone who was also heading toward the double doors ahead of her. Stumbling backwards, she slipped on a slippery rock and fell heavily in her bum. “Ouch.” She said out loud with a frown. As she fell, water sloshed the inside of her cloak, disrupting the warmth a bit earlier. Now she was completely wet, and drenched as a drowned cat. Knowing that she probably looked like one too, she swept the wet strands from her face. Wanting to see who she ran into, Karen pushed her hood back a bit, not caring that she was getting wetter at the second, and looked up.

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Name: Drake
Age: 23
Time zone: Mountain
Availability: Here and there (Usually after 5 my time)
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IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Severus Snape
Nicknames: Snivellus, Sevvy, Sev
Age: 17
Year: seventh
Blood: half
House: Slytherin
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: Potions, charms, transfiguration, herbology, defense against the dark arts.
Photobase for your character. (Name of person in picture and photo of that person.)

Disabilities or Handicaps: N/A
Mental State: Talkative with the ones who share in his beliefs. Somewhat cocky and rude.
Boggart: His father
Personality Quirks:
Likes: The dark arts, power, potions.
Dislikes: mud bloods, any member of the Marauders group, Gryffindor.
Hopes/Goals: To join the Dark Lord and become one of his most trusted.

General Appearance:
Height: 6’
Eyes: dark, almost black
Hair: longer, black hair.
Complexion: very pale
Build: medium build. Not thin but nowhere near heavy. Somewhat muscular.
Marks or scars: One along his side from being dropped after a Levicorpus charm
Important possessions: His potions book,

Parents: Eileen Prince and Tobias Snape
Siblings: None
Family History: Severus doesn't discuss his family much. His father was very abusive towards both him and his mother so (though he won't admit it) he was often found in the corner crying as he father raged.
Morals: To become learned in the Dark Arts and join Voldemort's forces.
Sexual Preference: straight
Relationships: none at the moment

Character in five words: Sly, cunning, mysterious, intelligent, ruthless


SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

Another day. He thought, reaching through his bed curtains and shutting his alarm off. It was morning, a time of day which he despised. So bright and…cheery, with everyone in the castle just bustling. It was sickening really, but luckily this was his last year and he wouldn’t have to put up with it much longer. He quickly dressed, fixing the knot of his tie as he swooped out of the dormitory.

He wound his way up from the pleasant dungeons out into the bustling halls where it was loud and bright. He squinted his eyes against the rays of the run seeping in through the windows. How he despised the sun...and most things others would find pleasant. He sneered at a few passing first years as he pushed his way through the crowd into the Great Hall to, unfortunately, join in on the morning's breakfast.

He sat down at the far end of the Slytherin table, sure he was far enough away from everyone so he wouldn't be bothered at least for now. He plucked a muffin from the basket in front of him in a brooding sort of way, taking a bite out of it and looking around. He really couldn't wait to get out of this place, away from all the people he despised. Especially that James Potter and his gang. Sorry excuses, all of them. How some days he’d like to see them….

Never mind that. He pushed the thoughts of Potter from his mind. There was no use dwelling on it. He set his muffin down and leaned on his elbow, picking up a copy of the Daily Prophet with mild interest. He was in the news again. The Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. He was rising to power and quickly. His lips curled into a cold grin just thinking about it. That’s where he would be someday. But, alas, right now he was here…tending to potion’s homework and what stupid things the people around him were going to do next. Just another day in the life of Severus Snape.

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Name: Ryan
Age: 21
Time zone: Eastern Time
Availability: Anytime at night
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IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Augustus Rookwood
Nicknames: None
Age: 17
Year: 7th year
Blood: pureblood
House: Ravenclaw
Affiliations: He’s a Death Eater and a spy for Voldemort. Yet nobody knows or suspects he is one.
Subjects at Hogwarts: Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration, Potions, DADA, Charms
Photobase for your character. (Name of person in picture and photo of that person.)
Leonardo DiCaprio


Disabilities or Handicaps: n/a
Mental State: Sane
Boggart: To fail in his quest and have his Dark Lord’s wrath upon him
Personality Quirks:
Likes: Fame, Fortune, and Power
Dislikes: Muggles and Pureblood Order members
Hopes/Goals: Rookwood hopes that the Dark Lord’s reign will soon conquer all and he will be able to show his true colors and loyalty.

General Appearance:
Height: 5’9
Eyes: bright blue eyes
Hair: dirty blond hair
Complexion: tanned
Build: lean, muscular
Marks or scars: a small scar over his right eyebrow in performing a task for Voldemort
Important possessions: none

Parents: Bernard and Sharon Rookwood
Siblings: Only child
Family History: Being an only child in the Rookwood family, Augustus should have been quite spoiled at a young age. However, it was the total opposite. His two parents Bernard and Sharon were the perfect pictures of good wizards. They were against all Dark Arts and anything that was associated with them. Spending their lives on a rampage to help unfortunate wizards go toward the right path, they sacrificed everything without knowing it, even their only son. Being quite alone and ignored for much of his life, Augustus rebelled the only way a child knew how, to go against his parent’s wishes. He started to learn the Dark Arts as a means to attract his parents’ notice. However, as his powers progressed so did his interest in such a powerful topic. Slowly he started to learn more about the subject for himself rather then his parents as the lure of power was too great to ignore. Falling into the group of Death Eaters was his own mistake as he stumbled upon their torturing a muggle one afternoon. As he believed he would be executed on the spot, Voldemort released him because he saw great potential in him. Under the guise of traveling the world, he slowly learned more about the Dark Arts from the greatest Death Eaters. Proud of the skill he’s acquired, Augustus was ready to fight for Voldemort with his every breath. However, Volemort had bigger plans for him. And so Augustus was sent back to Hogwarts to finish school with only one task. To build up his good reputation as much as possible and gain a high position in the Ministry of Magic where he would be able to serve the Dark Lord.

Morals: He is with the Dark Lord to the end. Although there are moments that he may feel a bit remorse when torturing an innocent, that quickly dissipates when he realizes that he is only helping the greater good, in his mind.
Sexual Preference: Women
Relationships: None at the moment, but he needs to get into a relationship so his reputation can steer as far from the Death Eaters as it can. Preferably a girl that no one would doubt her loyalties.

Character in five words: loyal, intelligent, secretive, great liar and actor


SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

With an encouraging smile, Augustus nodded toward Abigail Cuttenworth, the Hufflepuff first year he agreed to tutor History of Magic to last month. Shifting his position in the library chair, Augustus Rookwood stretched his arms overhead and covered up a loud yawn that escaped his mouth. As the old librarian gave him a disapproving glare over the ruckus he made, Augustus gave her an apologic smile and mimicked being quiet. For his boyish efforts, he earned a tight half smile and nod from the old croon. Augustus knew the old woman had a soft spot for him as he was usually in the library tutor one student or another on any subject. Quite pathetic it was, that people can be so easily tricked over what they believed to be good acts. Turning his head, Augustus rolled his blue eyes in annoyance and leaned back.

Having to play the part of the good pompous prefect wasn’t as bad as he expected it to be. With his excellent grades in nearly every subject, Augustus found that many assumed that he was that type to begin with. Provided with the fact that he spent a few times a week tutoring first years in his spare time, it was like a golden shine to his reputation. Knowing that his reputation was essential to the Dark Lord’s plan to conquer, Augustus knew that his flawless reputation will help greatly in becoming a spy in the Ministry of Magic. With the thought of the future ahead of him, it was hardly any trouble to act the part of the pompous prefect. None at all compared to the riches he would receive.

“Is this conclusion okay for this essay, Augustus?” Abigail suddenly asked as she shoved her parchment at her tutor with anxiety written all over her innocent face.

Grasping the essay in his hands, Augustus’s mind still on the Dark Lord and the honor he would receive upon his master’s reign. With a smile on his face, he nodded more to himself then the little girl with a slight gleam in his eyes. “It will end just perfectly.”

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Name: Marie
Age: 18
Time zone: GMT -5
Availability: Pretty much always
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IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Ted Tonks
Nicknames: Teddy, Teddy Bear (his mother is the only one allowed to call him that without being punched or glared at)
Age: 17 years old
Year: 7th year
Blood: Muggle born
House: Hufflepuff
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: Defense against the dark arts, Charms, Herbology, Potions, History of Magic, Care of Magical Creatures
Photobase for your character.
Heath Ledger


Disabilities or Handicaps: None
Mental State: Pretty good and you?
Boggart: Clowns...
Personality Quirks: Run hands through hair
Likes: Reading, photography, a certain dark haired young woman who doesn't know he exists
Dislikes: Unfairness, people who judge others according to their bloodline instead of their personality
Hopes/Goals: To win a certain dark haired woman's heart and to work at the Ministry of Magic

General Appearance: Handsome and drool-worthy
Height: 6'1"
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dirty blonde
Complexion: Tan
Build: Well built but not too much
Marks or scars: One small scar that goes through his left eyebrow
Important possessions: Family pictures (awwww)

Parents: Josh and Heather Tonks
Siblings: Two younger twin sisters, Megan and Joyce
Family History: He has always lived a peaceful life with his parents in the neighbourhood of Liverpool, England. He was a smart student and a good son and brother and everything seemed to be perfect to live a normal life until one day, about a week before he turned eleven, he received the visit of a huge bearded man who gave him a letter, announcing he was a wizard. His family was shocked to say the least, but they all accepted the idea pretty well - except his father who took about two years before he got used to it.

Morals: Everybody should be treated as equals as they were all born the same way
Sexual Preference: Straight
Relationships: None, but he likes a certain... you got the idea

Character in five words: Funny, charming, nice, smart and loyal


SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

Ted was sitting alone at a table in the Three Broomstick, slowly sipping at his butterbeer as he looked around the room expectantly. Every time he came here, he knew exactly where to sit to see without being seen - it avoided him many trouble, especially with certain Slytherin people, considering his blood line. Shaking his head slightly to chase the though away, he lifted his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the entrance door. He knew she would come, she always did, like every other student in the school - the Three Broomstick was a popular place among the young Hogwarts' pupil.

Suddenly, the door flew open and the cold winter air blew inside, snow whirling around the place, forcing the customers to pull their cloaks tighter around their bodies. Ted ignored the cold as he watched with interest three young girls entering the room. One, tall and fair with long blonde hair, but the disdainful look on her face keeps her from looking pretty to his eyes. The second, still as tall but much darker looking with her black hair, is simply too evil - and is proud of it. When the third enters, Ted's heart skips a beat and his eyes follow her every move, her long dark brown hair looking so soft and her eyes sending shivers down his spine. He knows who she is - he also knows she is unaware of his mere existence, and even if she were, nothing would happen. She comes from a long pureblood line who despise muggleborns and even most halfblood and Ted knows what her family is like... but that doesn't fool him. He also knows she is better, nicer and sweeter than them. And he can't help but hope that someday, maybe, Andromeda Black will see him.

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Name: Gabby
Age: 14
Time zone: Eastern
Availability: Whenever
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IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Madeline Abbot
Nicknames: Maddie
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Blood: pureblood
House: Gyffindor
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts:Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology, Defense against the Dark Arts, Charms
Photobase for your character. Vanesssa Hudgens


Disabilities or Handicaps: N/A
Mental State: Stable
Boggart: spiders
Personality Quirks: when she's nervous, she bites her lip, and when she's angry, she glares in her own way.
Likes: Chocolate, boys, school, and magic
Dislikes: Spiders, cleaning, and cockyness.
Hopes/Goals: She has dreams of being in the order, and being everything she can possible be.

General Appearance: very pretty, and innocent-looking, but she can be put of as seductive.
Height: 5'6-ish
Eyes: almond shape and chocolate brown
Hair: Maddie has long dark brown wavy hair, that is swings from side to side when she walks.
Complexion: Medium, tan during the summer, She has a glow to her.
Build: She looks dainty but she's strong, and she has all the right curves.
Marks or scars: N/A
Important possessions: Her wand, and grandmothers journal

Parents: Drew, and Kristen Abbot
Siblings: N/A
Family History: Her family isn't poor, and isn't rich. They have the money to buy what the need, and sometimes what they want. Maddie is completely happy with her Family. Her family is very proud of what she has acomplished and so glad that she is in her final year of Hogwarts. Her family is very caring and sweet, and will do just about anything for their family, and to get o
Morals: She keeps herself neat, tries to look her best. She'll give up her seat for someone, and she's friendly. She has dreams of being in to Order, and nothing will get in her way.
Sexual Preference: Straight
Relationships: None developed, but looking

Character in five words: Sweet, Innocent, Friendly, Caring, Beautiful

SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

Maddie walked into the halls of Hogwarts one last time. Her Seventh year had come way to fast, and wasn't ready for the ending. She walked through the hallways, smiling at the people passing by, as she walked to the Great Hall. She sat down, eating her dinner, and drinking her pumpkin juice as Dumbledore gave his speech. She saw the 4 marauders messing around and she smiled. Finally after dinner was over she made her way through on of the secret passages. She found it herself, she liked to sneak out after dark. She found herself going towards the Black Lake, her favorite place to go after hours. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, the cool fresh air. Sitting down by her favorite tree, Maddie took out a journal that was given to her by her mother. She opened it. Reading the first page, it was her grandmothers. Lucilla Whethers, This must be given to all the ladies in our family

Reading more, this book had spells that have not been known to society. Her grandmother must've created them. Most all were defense spells. Maddie never knew much about her grandmother, but she should admired her. Maddie had always tried to get out information out of her mother baout her, and all she said was that she had intelligence beyond anyone.
After reading half the book she decided to return to her dorm. Coming in the same way, hoping not to see Filch or his cat she ran toward the Fat Lady. She seemed annoyed at Maddie for coming so late into the common room, but Maddie apologized. Walking up the stairway to the girls dorm, she got instantly sleeping. She kept walking, untill she got to her bed, she didn't even changed to her pajamas, she flopped down in robes and all, and dreamt that she was with her grandmother, and writing her thoughts in a journal.

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Name: Rebecca (call me becca, the ‘re’ scares me…)
Age: 12
Time zone: ermmm whatever one Michigan is in
Availability: I’m available almost every day for a lot of time…I have a very boring life…
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Name: Emmeline Vance
Nicknames: Emma, Ems, Em, Emie
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Blood: half blood
House: Ravenclaw
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: All the needed, Muggle Studies, Care of magical creatures
Photobase for your character. (Name of person in picture and photo of that person.) Taylor Swift

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Disabilities or Handicaps: N/A
Mental State: healthy
Boggart: Her loved ones all dead
Personality Quirks: Emma is normally a funny, happy, out there person, but when she gets feeling down, she sinks way down into the rocks.
Likes: Milk chocolate, butterbeer, cute boys, Charms, Care of Magical creatures, Dancing, reading, and most music, people catching her on “good” days
Dislikes: White chocolate, fish, Transfiguration, someone catching her on a “bad” day
Hopes/Goals: To become a writer for “Witch Weekly” or become a journalist for “The Daily Prophet”

General Appearance: Pretty, delicate
Height: about 5’5
Eyes: gray/blue
Hair: blond
Complexion: fairly clear
Build: skinny, but not muscle toned.
Marks or scars: one on her palm from accidentally cutting herself when she was helping to make dinner.
Important possessions: Her white gold necklace that her grandmother gave her before passing away. Oh, and of course, her wand.

Parents: Mary and Troy Vance
Siblings: Carolyn Marie Vance
Family History: Mary, a muggle, married Troy Vance at the age of twenty. Soon after, they were expecting little Emmeline Isabella Vance. Emmeline was born on March 10th and was named after her grandmother. Emmeline becamed very attached to her grandma as the years passed, and was greatly hurt when she passed away. Her grandmother left her a white gold necklace that she treasures above all her other possessions. Emmeline got her Hogwarts letter, very much to her mother’s surprise. Her parents had a very long talk (where Emma’s dad confessed that he was a wizard) and soon Emma was off to Hogwarts.

Morals: To never back down is one of her biggest things. She loves to learn, even things that don’t exactly interest her, she doesn’t mind learning.
Sexual Preference: straight
Relationships: non at the moment. She, however, is looking for a boyfriend.

Character in five words:
Strong. Willed. Courageous. Hyper. Intelligent.

SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

Emmeline walked into the common room happily. It had been a good day. Sure, the snow had been very cold when the balls of ice were being chucked at her head, but she’d had a hilarious amount of fun. It was almost a sin, how happy she was. She plopped down into a chair next to the fire, it would help her dry off. She then frowned a little, she had the spare time, and she really needed to work on some homework. But, of course, does homework ever sound that great to a seventeen year old girl who had just been outside playing with her best friends? No, why would it sound good? But, her responsible side took over, and she reluctantly grabbed for her bag to pull out her History Of Magic book. Might as well get the reading out of the way. Oh yeah, and it was the easiest.

So, she began to flip through the pages, attempting to read the book. Emmeline, however, was barely taking in anything that was on the pages. It was boring, she’d learned about Goblin rebellions all her career at Hogwarts, couldn’t the learn something different, even just for one week? But her thinking didn’t make the bloody assignment disappear. She tried to keep reading for a few more minutes, but gave up. It was a hopeless subject! She chucked the book at coffee table, smiling with satisfaction as it made a loud noise. She sat up, putting her head in her hands, sighing heavily. It was such a shame to be bored after such a wonderful day with her friends. She suddenly felt someone’s presence right next to her. Emma turned her head so quickly that is was a miracle that her neck did not snap. The person next to her, a guy, looked insanely tired. Emma suddenly felt sorry for the guy, although she didn’t know exactly why she felt that way. “Hi,” she greeted, trying to be friendly.

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Name: Jenn
Age: 19
Time zone: central
Availability: anytime
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IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Rita Skeeter
Nicknames: You don’t call me by any other name besides Rita if you know what’s good for you…
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Blood: pure
House: Gryffindor
Affiliations: involved in the Hogwarts news reports and is head of the gossip column, Quirky Quills
Subjects at Hogwarts: Charms, Divination, Potions, Transfiguration, DADA, Herbology, where all the news is at
Photobase for your character. (Name of person in picture and photo of that person.)
Rachel McAdams

Disabilities or Handicaps: none
Mental State: sane…for the most part
Boggart: Being ignored and unknown
Personality Quirks: always has a quill on hand, chews on edge of glasses when thinking, very dramatic
Likes: to be where all the attention is
Dislikes: boring school days with nothing to report
Hopes/Goals: To become the youngest most famous Head Editor of the Daily Prophet

General Appearance
Height: small in stature
Eyes: green
Hair: platinum curly blond
Complexion: fair
Build: thin yet a bit muscular because of exercising, climbing through windows, chasing after people xD
Marks or scars: None that I would admit to on paper!
Important possessions: her quills and pointed glasses


Parents: Harold and Susan Skeeter
Siblings: none
Family History: With two perfectly happy loving parents there was nothing more Rita could wish for. Except there was a whole lot more she wanted. Her childhood was ideal, parents met and fell in love the normal way. They got married and had a baby the normal way. She grew up in a wonderful household the normal way. Quite frankly, it wasn’t surprising that Rita craved for drama and excitement the way she did. And where she couldn’t find it, she’d usually stretch the truth a bit to make it more news worthy. Rita entered Hogwarts and immediately was entranced with the school newspaper. She joined in her second year and has been on the staff ever since. As a journalist, she doesn’t have many close friends but she’s always the go to person when you need information. That is if she feels like giving it.

Morals: Quite in the middle. She would never join the Death Eaters but secretly find goodness and peace too boring to write about.
Sexual Preference: straight
Relationships: none as who has time to date when you have to catch up on everyone’s lives?

Character in five words: stubborn, nosy, loud, persuasive, determined


SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

Tapping her pink feathered quill against her head, her green eyes zoned in on every conversation in the room. This was the first time they’ve decided to have all four houses in the same classroom. Although the professors once again claimed it was to have unity between the houses, Rita knew better. Her sources have revealed to her that Professor Flitwick would be leaving Hogwarts for a short amount of time. Very soon too. So soon there was no time to search for a replacement teacher. Therefore it was decided that all four houses would have their. Now although her source revealed it was because of a flu of some sort, Rita refused to believe it. There had to be an inside story to it and she knew she’d be able to find out. But until then, Rita had to find some minor scoop on the students around her.

Her eyes flitted past the Hufflepuff crowd, usually they didn’t have much going on with them. They were so kind and sweet to everyone, nothing ever happened to them. Wrapping a blond curl around her finger, her eyes squinted a bit as she couldn’t believe her eyes. There in front of her was a crowd of Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and a Slytherin. Perhaps this was what she was waiting for. It wasn’t everyday that a Slytherin associated with other houses. Especially other house members that included a Muggleborn. And this was no ordinary Slytherin. This was Severus Snape. Generally she didn’t pay much attention to him as he has quiet a low profile. Yet it was hard not to know who he was, or rather his group of friends. Intrigued with what this could mean, Rita pushed her chair back and listened to the conversation. Her favorite quill in hand to quickly scribble some news, she clicked her tongue and waited for some news worthy conversation.


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