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Name: Marie
Age: 18
Time zone: GMT -5
Availability: Pretty much anytime
YIM/MSN: marie_c2001@hotmail.com

IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Isabella Collins
Nicknames: Most of her friends call her Isa, her family calls her Bella and her mother calls her Bella Isa
Age: 16 years old
Year: 6th year
Blood: Half blood
House: Hufflepuff
Affiliations: Quidditch
Subjects at Hogwarts: Care of Magical Creatures, Defense against the dark arts, Potions, Herbology, Transfiguration, Astronomy, History of Magic

Photobase for your character.
Amber Tamblyn


Disabilities or Handicaps: None
Mental State: Pretty sane though she sometimes seems as though she has two personalities
Boggart: Crows
Personality Quirks: Depending on the day you catch her on, she call seem as though she has two different personalities.
Likes: Animals (CoMC is her favorite subject), music, scarfs, bright colors, cheese
Dislikes: Two faced people, silence, dark, History of Magic (not the history itself but the class), mushrooms
Hopes/Goals: To have her own shop for magical creatures (legal ones, obviously) and take care of as many as she can

General Appearance: She's pretty with small features
Height: 5'1" 1/2
Eyes: Deep brown
Hair: Brown
Complexion: Rather pale with rosy cheeks
Build: Slender
Marks or scars: She has a tattoo on her collarbone (a tribal flower) and a small scar on her knee
Important possessions: Her guitar

Parents: Kathleen and John Collins
Siblings: She is an only child
Family History: Her mother is a witch who, after her school years, left home to travel the world. She went from Africa to Antarctica with Asia and Australia in between, ending her two years of travelling in America where she met a young muggle man who she instantly fell in love with. He soon returned the feeling but before things got too serious, she decided to be honest with him and told him what she really was. It took him a few days to get used to the idea but he accepted it and they both came back to England to get married. A few years later they had Isabella, who was born three months early with a heart problem. After growing up in hospitals before finally going through major surgery when she was 7 years old, she decided that life was too short to go through it without enjoying it fully.

Morals: She can be very trusting and forgiving just much as she can be vindictive if any of her friends are hurt. She believes that nobody is better than other people and those who are prejudiced should look at themselves before they look at other people
Sexual Preference: Straight, though she tried out many things
Relationships: None at the moment though she has her eyes on a certain Gryffindor boy

Character in five words: Passionate, friendly, cheerful, colorful, stubborn


SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

Isabella hummed to herself lightly as she made her way out of the Hufflepuff Common Room, walking through the school corridors with a light smile on her face, nodding at the students, professors and ghosts she met, not caring if she knew them or if they nodded back or not. She played lightly with the soft pink scarf she had wrapped around her waist as a belt and went out of the castle, giggling lightly when the cool wind blew in her face, making her hair dance wildly behind her head while she ran toward the small hut on the other side of the school ground. She wrapped her cloak tighter around her body to keep the cold away and knocked lightly on Hagrid's door when she got there, waiting for him to open.

"Hey Hagrid, I got your message," she said, smiling exitedly.

Hagrid beamed at her and let her in, not saying a word as he was even more excited than her. He led her to a small dark corner of the room, pride flashing in his eyes as he seemed as though he wanted to jump up and down from the happiness though not daring to in case the floor of his tiny house couldn't take it. Isabella grinned widely and knelt down on the floor, softly patting the old female dog that was lying on a blanket, four little balls of fur gathered around her.

"Oh they are so adorable!" she said. "Are you going to keep them?" she asked, looking up at Hagrid.

He shook his head, playing with his beard. "Can't. Too many o' them. But I'm keppin' that one over there," he said, pointing at a small dark brown puppy that seemed to be sleeping. "Fangs, I'm gonna name him."

"Well I gotta get going now or else I'll be late for History of Magic," Isabella said, getting back to her feet and wrinkling her nose lightly. "Send me an owl if you get anything new!"

She smiled and rushed out of the house, running back to the castle in the cold autumn air to be in time for school.

ACCEPTED

Name: Rick
Age: 18
Time zone: Eastern
Availability: Most nights until around 10 or so
YIM/MSN: cagedanimal2006@yahoo.com(MSN)

IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Rodolphus Lestrange
Nicknames: No known
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Blood: Pure
House: Slytherin
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: potions, charms, transfiguration, dada, herbology, care of magical creatures

Photobase for your character. (Name of person in picture and photo of that person.) George Stults

Disabilities or Handicaps: None
Mental State: Borederline Insane
Boggart: Thestral
Personality Quirks: Evil
Likes: Bellatrix
Dislikes: Mudbloods and Muggles
Hopes/Goals:to one day join the dark lord as a most trusted servant in the death eater regime and to marry bellatrix black

General Appearance: Blonde hair, slightly muscular
Height: 6'0"
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Complexion: Clear
Build: Muscular
Marks or scars: No known
Important possessions: Wand

Parents: Killian Lestrange
Siblings: Rabastan Lestrange
Family History: Father went to school with Lord Voldemort

Morals: No known
Sexual Preference: Straight
Relationships: Bellatrix Black

Character in five words: Evil, relentless, selfish, fanatical, unfair


SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

Rodolphus Lestrange looked up from his bed in his spacial bedroom. The light was shining in and hitting him in the face, making him wake up from his dream about Bella. The girl drove him wild, both in and out of his dreams. Stretching and yawning, he made his way to the adjoining bathroom and set about preparing himself for the day. His thoughts strayed to the memory of his father bringing another slave home last night. He smiled sadistically as he thought about the screams he heard long into the night, finally ending at around three in the morning. Yes, his father was going to be sleeping in today.

As he made his way back into the bedroom, he glanced at his watch on the bedside table. Eleven o'clock. He too had slept in that morning. Perhaps his father was already up. He donned his clothing and made his way downstairs where the house-elf was busy setting his plate on the table in the kitchen. He kicked it out of the way as he sat down and began eating. About half-way into his meal, his father came into the room.

"Good morning, Rodolphus."

"Good morning, Father. Who was it?"

His father didn't need to ask who he was referring to, they both knew.

"Some muggle woman we picked up off the street. She put up one hell of a fight."

He chuckled. "I heard. Did you read the paper yet this morning?"

"No. I only just got up. I think you're mother has it."

Rodolphus finished up his meal and stood up. "Do you need anything done today, Father?"

"No, I'm heading to the office for the rest of the day. I should be back around dinner."

Rodolphus nodded and turned to walk out of the kitchen, where he tripped over the Lestrange's house-elf, Jabi. "Move it, you bloody irritating sack of trash!" he spat as he kicked the elf out of his way. Jabi ran off to clear his plate at the table and Rodolphus made his way outside. He had made a past-time of walking into muggle London and antagonising the vagrant filth he found on the way. Today was no different.

He strolled down a dark alley and realized that he was now allowed to do magic outside of school which would make things much more fun. He smirked as he saw a man in his early forties laying on the ground under a cardboard box. His smirk turned into a sneer as he pointed his wand at the hobo and said, "Crucio." The man started screaming and thrashing about on the ground so he put a silencing charm on him. Ordinarily, he would like to listen to the screams, but he knew they would draw attention as it was getting closer to the lunch hour. He looked to his right and saw a woman start to run down the alleyway towards the sound of the screaming. He subtely took the silencing charm off the man and canceled his Cruciatus. As the woman neared him, he started speaking in a hurried, erratic manner.

"I don't know what happened, I was walking down the alley and I heard this poor man screaming. I stopped to see if I could help, but I don't know whats wrong. We need to help him, something could be terribly wrong!"

"Don't worry," said the woman. "I have my cell phone. I'll call someone."

As the woman turned around to get her phone out of her pocket, a bright flash of green erupted towards her and she dropped to the ground, dead. The vagrant, having seen this, started yelling and trying to scramble away until another flash of green silenced him for good. Rodolphus smiled a sardonic smile and the only thought he could think was Bella's reaction when he told her.

ACCEPTED

Name: Kristen
Age: 15
Time zone: Eastern
Availability: Whenever I’m on
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IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Bertha Jorkins
Nicknames: Jorkins or Bee
Age: 17
Year: 7
Blood: Pure Blood
House: Gryffindor
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology, Defense against the Dark Arts, Charms
Photobase for your character. Megan Fox


Disabilities or Handicaps: None
Mental State: Stable
Boggart: Mice
Personality Quirks: She loves to laugh and looks for humor in every situation. She loves to talk and sometimes finds it difficult to keep her mouth closed (especially when nervous.) She is INCREDIBLY stubborn and not shy about sharing her opinion.
Likes: BOYS, the outdoors, Charms, Chocolate, Quiddich and Writing
Dislikes: mean people with biased opinions about rank depending on blood type.
Hopes/Goals: She hopes to work for the Ministry of Magic

General Appearance: She is beautiful, put doesn’t know it. She walks like she knows everything there is to know. In her eyes you can see curiosity and wonder.
Height: 5’8
Eyes: Blue Green
Hair: Long black
Complexion: She has a tan from being outside for hours during the summer at home.
Build: She is tall and curvy
Marks or scars: none
Important possessions: Her journal (she documents everything) Her necklace her grandmother gave her for her 16th birthday. Her wand

Parents: Todd and Melony Jorkins
Siblings: She is the only child
Family History: She comes from a long line of proud, snooty Gryffindors. Her family is quite rich and not afraid to tell you about it. Her mother met her father at Hogwarts in their 3rd year, and they found that their cocky personalities just matched perfectly. Bertha is known as the rebellion, the disapointment to all the Jorkins, because she just can't find it in her heart to make herself seem more important than everyone else. The plans her ancesters have for her don't match her own dreams. Since she is the only child, she can have everything money can buy, but money cannot buy supportve parents.

Morals: She strives to be the best she can be and not let anything get in her way.
Sexual Preference: Straight
Relationships: She is currently SINGLE

Character in five words: Stubborn, sassy, humorous, talkative, seductive

SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)
Bertha Jorkins’ black hair escaped from the navy shawl she wrapped over her head for disguise. She was escaping from her parent’s wrath (or that’s how she would put it.) Flying slowly do to the weight of her suitcase on the back of her Nimbus broomstick, she looked at the houses below her. Very few of them had their lights on, since it was almost 2 o’clock in the morning and Bertha wondered if the muggles had parents who tried to dictate their life too. Yes, she could have apperated, but she needed the fresh air.
Just a few minutes ago she left a note to her parents on her bed saying that she loved them very much, but she just wanted to follow her own dreams, and not theirs. Her mother demanded that she work at Gringotts, which is where she worked herself, and her father wanted her to become a healer, which was impossible because she didn’t have or could obtain the skills.
With only one day left of the summer break, she was headed to Diagon Alley where she could get a good nights sleep and make her way for the train station in the morning. The summer had been long and dreadful and her stomach leaped at the thought of walking back in the doors of Hogwarts for the last time. Her 7th year had come too soon, and when she looked back at the memories nothing was significant. This year, she promised herself that she would make the most of each and everyday.
She smiled at the thought of her mothers face when she would wake up to find the letter. She would cross her arms and tap her red high heel on the floor. Bertha would not be surprised to receive a howler on the 2nd or 3rd day of school, but that would not bother her. She dreamed of traveling the world, both land and sea.
When she finally reached Diagon Alley, her cheeks were frozen from the crisp air. Her first sight was her owl, Rinna, who ruffled her black features excitedly. Bertha had tied a note and some money to her so she could reserve herself a room.
Butterflies swarmed in her stomach. In one day she would be back at Hogwarts, the school she loved so dearly.

ACCPETED

Name: ‘Re’becca. Call me Becca
Age:12
Time zone: …….eastern USA apparently…
Availability: almost every single day for multiple hours. I have a very uninteresting life…
YIM/MSN: msn: rmd95@comcast.net

IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Alecto Carrow
Nicknames: Al, Lecta
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Blood: Pureblood
House: Slytherin
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: All needed, and then muggle studies and Care of Magical creatures
Photobase for your character. (Name of person in picture and photo of that person.)
Sophia Bush

Code:

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Disabilities or Handicaps: she has anger problems…
Mental State: she has anger problems, so those take over, but besides that, she’s all good.
Boggart: her wand breaking into pieces
Personality Quirks: Alecto strives to be dark, she is a moody, irrational person who does things before thinking. She often forgets herself in anger, and can go completely wild. Most people know just to stay away when someone else has ticked her off. No one likes to be at the receiving end of her wrath. Al, even with her anger management problems, keeps secrets like no other. Anything you tell her, she takes it to the grave unless you tell her to tell.
Likes: Dark magic, Death Eaters, Voldy, Voldy’s cause, Charms, Transfiguration, snakes, unknowing victims …..
Dislikes: Defense against the dark arts, Aurors, Astronomy, people who are perky.
Hopes/Goals: Al would love to be a death eater when she gets a little older. She’s a very known supporter of the Dark arts.


General Appearance: Important, snobby, beautiful.
Height: 5’5
Eyes: green/blue
Hair: brownish/blackish
Complexion: clear
Build: very thin
Marks or scars: one on her upper left arm where she apparently tried to carve the dark mark into it,(after she learned all about the death eaters around her sixteenth birthday) but ended up just bleeding a lot.
Important possessions: her wand is her most important possession.

Parents: Samantha and Timothy Carrow
Siblings: Amycus Carrow
Family History: Samantha and Timothy were very pleased when they had twins. They hoped that both children would carry on with their beliefs. Mostly that the dark magic would one day rule over all, ridding the world of anything that was not pure, insignificant, or completely and unbearably stupid. Even at a very young age, Alecto was very interested in her parents beliefs, following everything that they put into her young mind. Al soon was consumed with her own thoughts, making her a cranky, stubborn, stuck up child. She was always gorgeous, flooding the room with the feeling that they were unworthy unless she knew them personally, and actually enjoyed their company. When Alecto turned eight, her parents asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. What did Lecta say? “Mummy, Daddy, I want to learn dark magic!” and from then on, she’s always been the cruel, dark child that they wanted her to be. She turned into an even more moody child, studied more about dark magic, and tried to deepen herself more in knowledge of everything that dark magic could . Even though her parents were very enthused with the fact that their daughter was so greatly in love with the dark arts, they began to worry as their daughter’s fits became violent. She’d do anything to get what she wanted, and used any methods she had too. People seemed to shy away from her, she always held herself in very high importance. Finally, when she was eleven, her Hogwarts letter came. Alecto was completely thrilled. Finally, somewhere where she could learn more about the thing she loved - dark arts. However, she was easily let down when she learned nothing but rubbish about defending against the dark arts. Her parents became very concerned when their daughter would write saying, “Mom, Dad, They teach rubbish here! All we do is make shields and such, when are we actually going to get to test dark spells on each other? Isn’t that what’s important?” but they left it alone anyway.

Character in five words:
Stubborn. Intense. Passionate. Curious. Determined.


SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

Alecto made her way angrily into the library. She was itching to curse someone, this had not been a good day at all. First, she’d woken up extremely late, had to skip breakfast, and then missed part of her first class. Al never missed the first class. It was Transfiguration, and she actually enjoyed that subject. Why did she actually enjoy one of those lousy subjects at her school? Al liked it mostly because she could actually practice things that might come in handy when, and if, she became a death eater. Of course, Lecta desperately wanted to be a death eater, it was her main goal. In fact, if there was just a school for death eaters where seventeen year olds like herself could attend, she would go there. Alecto was almost, no, completely was obsessed with the dark arts and Voldermort. She believed not only in his cause, but his methods too. Why not inflict pain? Why not cause tears and have bloodshed? It was a part of life.

Al looked over the shelves of the library, still thinking about her obsession with the dark arts, it was an easy distraction for her. It was something that she did not take lightly. Her obsession was an intense passion. Lecta found her hands lingering over the darker books, her eyes looking at them, holding her gaze as she tried to concentrate on finding the books she actually needed for class. It was hard though, fighting her obsession for even those few seconds where she really needed to be paying attention to her studies. She sighed, squaring herself and found herself suddenly and completely determined to do whatever she needed. She was skipping lunch, even after not eating breakfast, so she could work on some homework, no need for this to be a pointless way to spend her time, although she had the eerie feeling that she’d already wasted much too much time thinking about things in her mind. She shrugged, that stuff was important too. Finally, after what seemed a life time or two, she had all the books she needed at that minute. Al sulked over to a table and pulled out some parchment and a quill. She then took out her ink, dipping her quill in it before she wrote on the paper. It was only a title and her name though. Sixteen more inches of work to go.

ACCEPTED

Name: Anthony
Age: 23
Time zone: Eastern US
Availability: Just about everyday
YIM/MSN: iegendaryknight@hotmail.com

IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Xavier Steele
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 17
Year: Seventh
Blood: Pure
House: Slytherin
Affiliations: Himself mostly, but he does have a tight knit crew he runs with, all other pureblood Slytherins. Will become a Death Eater once he graduates.
Subjects at Hogwarts: Charms. DADA, Herbology, Divination, History of Magic, Arithmancy, and Astronomy.
Photobase for your character. Wentworth Miller

Disabilities or Handicaps: Has an anger problem, it's hard for him to keep it in check.
Mental State: Stable for the most part, save when he gets angered he loses control and often goes too far.
Boggart: Impurity
Personality Quirks: Has a toothpick in his mouth most of the time, hums a classical tune occasionally, and carries a pocketwatch in which he often fiddles with.
Likes: Wine, Classical Music, Expensive Suits, Women (must be pureblood), and Antiques
Dislikes: Mudbloods, Half-Bloods, Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs.
Hopes/Goals: He wants to become one of the most feared Death Eaters to ever walk the earth. Hoping his deeds will have others fear him enough to match Voldemort.

General Appearance: Clean Shaven and Handsome.
Height: 6'1
Eyes: Stony Grey
Hair: Cut extremely short, but it is as black as the night.
Complexion: Fair, with a slight tan.
Build: Very lean and athletic, not too muscular.
Marks or scars: Scar above his left eyebrow, barely visible though. Acquired it as a child fighting with a muggle boy who scuffed his shoes.
Important possessions: His wand, the pocket watch his great grandfather gave him, and his imported suits from France.

Parents: Rafferty and Sylvia Steele
Siblings: Only child
Family History: Rafferty Steele was born in America to a pureblooded family, which was quite rare to find in the states. Being of such rare blood the Steele's had a great influence in that part of the Wizarding world, and even influence in the Muggle realm. It was here that Rafferty was recruited by the Dark Lord to serve him and bring his empire over seas. It wasn't long before Rafferty managed to take over and become the leader of the few Pureblooded American famalies, making sure Voldemort's plans and reach touched all they were a part of. At the age of thirty three Xavier's father moved from America to Italy, at Lord Voldemort's request of course, and it is here that he met Sylvia Vega, a descendant from an ancient Italian pureblood family.

Soon after the arranged marriage took place Xavier had been born, coming from wealth and power on both sides, naturally he had anything he needed. Whats more, he had been exposed to the Dark Arts at a very young age. Constantly being taught he was better, his blood was the very fiber of witches and wizards. Only purity should be recognized and regarded as wizarding blood. This inevitably caused Xavier to despise any that didn't come from a pureblood family, and once he had been accepted into Hogwarts, he began to hate the headmaster immediately for allowing mudbloods and half bloods to attend. Much like his father Xavier hates any and all that aren't pure and plans on disposing this world of all impurities once graduated.

Morals: Very proper and elegane, Xavier has a taste for the finer things in life, a natural hate for any that aren't of pureblood birth. Well spoken and defined he will naturally ally himself with Voldemort when the time comes.
Sexual Preference: Straight
Relationships: None

Character in five words: Refined, Manipulative, Cunning, Deceptive, and Regal.


SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)
Xavier Steele stood before the mirror, admiring the new suit that had just arrived the day before. How he loved the expensive clothing he always wore, this particular suit was tailor made, specifically for him, much like all of his others. The color was the darkest shade of black, double breasted, with buttons made of pure gold. A white Italian Silk shirt would show only where the coat would allow it to, and the tie would match the colors of his house. Once the ensemble had been organized and every piece smoothed and straightened to perfection Xavier withdrew the antique pocketwatch that has been passed down through his family or centuries from his pocket and proceeded to check the time. Once procurring the time of day he closed the watch and replaced the item back into his pocket, gave one last glance at the mirror and proceded to strut off.

Had he not been in such a rush he would have taken the time to enjoy the company of his fellow Slytherins, but he had made plans the day before, and if he was anything, he was prompt. Having scheduled to meet with an acquaitence Xavier would exit the common room with his usual arrogant and prideful gait. His shoes causing his footsteps to echo throughout the dank dungeon as he traversed down it's halls. How he hated the place, those of his stature should not be forced to dwell below the other houses, this was absurd and in his opinion downright blashpamous. He had petitioned many times for their house to be switched with those of Gryffindor, making those fools walk the dungeons, however his attempts were futile and disregarded. The memories would cause an evil scowl to appear, as he neared the ever closer to the Great Hall. Finally there he awaited a first year Ravenclaw to open the doors before entering, once the boy had done so Xavier pushed him to the side as he walked through the doorway, acting as if the Ravenclaw had been a house elf and opened the massive doors for him.

The room was full of chattering students, and Xavier looked around the giant area for any sign of his friend, and not far off sitting at the Slytherin table she sat. Ever prideful and elegant, Xavier made his way over. Take a seat across from the Raven haired beauty he would smile as he poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice. How he hated the stuff, but seeing as they were not allowed wine, he had to suffer the shame of drinking the liquid. Stone colored eyes would take in the shapely figure that sat across the table, before he slid the book of she had requested the day before over to her. "The book mi'lady." He spoke with a voice full of confidence, "I do hope it is everything you require."

ACCEPTED

Name: Jimmy
Age: 21
Time zone: GMT
Availability: On and off, ping me.
YIM/MSN: skiptotheend@hotmail.co.uk

IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Charlie Ender
Nicknames: None.
Age: 17
Year: Seventh
Blood: Half
House: Ravenclaw
Affiliations: Himself, his friends. He doesn't know?
Subjects at Hogwarts: History of Magic, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Charms, Potions.

Photobase for your character. Jason Behr

Disabilities or Handicaps: No disabilities, has a tendency to be a bit of a loner at times. There's not necessarily anything wrong, he just likes to be on his own from time to time.
Mental State: Can you really know how stable you are, without enduring hardship?
Boggart: A wheelchair.
Personality Quirks: Has a tendency to become cold and detached when angry or upset, as a defence mechanism. Takes criticism, but only if its constructive.
Likes: Books, charms, history and learning. Brunettes.
Dislikes: Useless people.
Hopes/Goals: To one day figure out where he stands.

General Appearance: Varies.
Height: 6'0
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Short back and sides, longish on top. Again, varies.
Complexion: Caucasian.
Build: Athletic.
Marks or scars: None.
Important possessions: You'll know if you touch them.

Morals: Ambiguous, at times.
Sexual Preference: Straight.
Relationships: None.

Background to follow.

you know you want to accept this nancy

Name: Cat
Age: 14
Time zone: Pacific
Availability: Whenever I am on
YIM/MSN: drkangelcat@hotmail.com

IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Kitty
Nicknames: Kit
Age: 45
Year: n/a
Blood: pure elf
House: n/a
Affiliations: n/a
Subjects at Hogwarts:
Photobase for your character. (Name of person in picture and photo of that person.)
photobase winky sketch

Disabilities or Handicaps: n/a
Mental State: sane…at least as sane as a house elf can be
Boggart: her old master Vladimir Ter Avest
Personality Quirks: talks about self in third person
Likes: butterbeer, though it does leave her a bit drunk, Dumbledore, being free
Dislikes: old master
Hopes/Goals: to help others

General Appearance:
Height: 2ft
Eyes: sky blue and large
Hair: brown and this
Complexion: ummm strange XD
Build: small and tiny
Marks or scars: cut on hand from a bruise she made herself when she did bad
Important possessions: pink jeweled glasses and a large shirt that her old masters son gave her when he[master] died

Parents: unown (bought at a house elf slave market)
Siblings: none
Family History: Kitty doesn’t remember her family and has always thought of the Ter Avest’s as her family. Vladimir Ter Avest was a cruel master to Kitty. He, like most cruel pure bloods, mistreated Kitty. When he died her master’s son Devlin gave Kitty a large shirt because he cared for Kitty. Kitty always was there for Master Devlin when his father was cruel to him. Devlin wished Kitty be free.Kitty now works in the kitchens at Hogwarts and thinks Dumbledore is a very kind man. Occasionally she slips and calls him master and he gives her a look.

Morals: treat others like you want to be treated
Sexual Preference: straight
Relationships: n/a

Character in five words: happy, kind, optimistic, smart, generous

SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)




Kitty hurried from her bed chambers to the kitchens. It was time for her to work and she had woken late. She did not want to displease Master Headmaster Dumbledore. Tonight was the first feast of the school year and very important. There was turkey, roast, stuffing, dumplings, corn, green beans. Spinach, and so many other types of food that needed to be made and Kitty was one of the cooks. Not many house elves worked at Hogwarts as of yet, only about a fifty or so, and many mouths to feed so it was work, work, work.

The Kitchen was only a little ways away from the house elf sleeping chambers so it was pointless to apparate. When she arrived she got a wiff of the delicious foods in the kitchens. She had one of the last shifts and that meant it was time for finishing touches. She saw her friend Daly and waved. Daly was another house elf that fixed up the beverages. She was currently working on pouring pumpkin juice via elf magic into the larger goblets of the staff.

She hurried to one of the ovens that sounded off and took out the roasts. She smiled and placed each roast on a separate tray; one for each house and one for the staff table. Personally she thought the staff table deserved two with that large Hagrid fellow, but Dumbledore said one would be plenty.

As soon as one of the house elves said Dumbledore was done with his speech, all the elves apparated the food they were dutied for into the kitchen. The amazed gasps of first year students, mainly that of muggleborns, sounded and Kitty smiled in delight. She loved that sound and thought it was the best way to start off the year.

ACCEPTED

Name: Jake
Age:20
Time zone:Pacific Standard Time
Availability: for now as often as i can.. though once i go into basic training i won't be on for 17 weeks or more.
YIM/MSN: greatlubu222@yahoo.com for both

IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Jake Hunter
Nicknames: Black Wolf
Age: 17
Year: Seventh
Blood: Pure
House: Ravenclaw
Affiliations: none
Subjects at Hogwarts: Defense against the Dark Arts, Transfiguratios, Potions, Charms,
Photobase for your character. (Name of person in picture and photo of that person.)
Johnny depp


Disabilities or Handicaps:none
Mental State: Normal
Boggart: Reliving the death of his parents. (no it's not from Voldemort either)
Personality Quirks: Jake has trouble communicating and talking to people. Not from lack of intellegence but from being very withdrawn into himself and nontalkative
Likes: honor, professionalism and kind people, loyalty
Dislikes: Dishonorable people, dishonesty, lack of loyalty, rumors.
Hopes/Goals: His hopes and goals are not of an importance to himself even. He simply wishes to live his life as much as he can and see where his accomplishments take him

General Appearance:Calm and collected and usually quiet, for a pureblood brought up in a family that tended to hate anything not pure, he cared less what was pure and what was tained, only knew that they were living beings none the less.
Height: 6' 1''
Eyes: light grey
Hair: Black and Long
Complexion: light
Build: Muscular and built
Marks or scars: A long scar on his back from a fight he'd had a few years ago. He'd been knocked into a wall and slashed with a sword.
Important possessions: Since his parents death he's had no important posessions as his foster parents had sold them all

Parents:Foster parents Jannette and Mark Richerdson
Siblings:James Hunter
Family History:Jake grew up in a relatively wealthy family, his mother and father working for the M.O.M. But they'd been gunned down after being caught off guard by a group of muggle gang members. So he was sent into foster care and a british family that'd been visiting took him in. They were not the kindest of families, they were more physically than mentally abusive to him. So he learned to keep his mouth shut. When he'd turned 11 he started his life in hogwarts. His foster family was more than happy to get rid of him.

Morals: He is very into the way of Honor. He hates liers and cheaters, he won't rat them out but he will lose respect for them. He also hates backstabbing.
Sexual Preference: Streight
Relationships: None

Character in five words: Calm, relaxed, quiet, nice and peaceful

Jake placed his hands in the sleeves of his robe and walked silently along the pathway through the small garden. His eyes wondering slowly over the blues and golds of the flowers that had been planted around the pathway. Looking at one of the fences he saw vines had grown up it and wrapped loosely around it for now.

Smiling he turned back around to the house behind him only to see the glowing fires engulfing it. He stumbled back, shocked and surprised. What had happened? Why was his home on fire? He saw a younger child of 8 running away from the house and hiding in the thick flowers. It was him, what was he doing here? Why was he reliving this memory.

Crouching down in the spot he was in he shuddered and wrapped himself tightly up with his cloak and felt tears sliding down his cheeks. Though he wasn't pouting or crying, the tears were simply flowing. He remembered it like it was yesterday. The pain, the images... all of them burnt deep into his cerebrum.

And then......

And then he woke up. His dark black hair matted back against his forehead and along his shoulders and chest. His body quivering as he sat up, looking around quietly at the other sleeping members of Ravenclaw he closed his eyes and got quietly out of bed. Pulling his black robe over his shoulders, he quietly made his way downstares and sat down in the fire, pulled out a book and began to read away the memories.

ACCEPTED

Name: Valerie
Age: Thirteen
Time zone: CST (GMT -6)
Availability: Always...
YIM/MSN: xx1mortalxx@hotmail.com or, xxcloakedschemerxx@gmail.com

IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Akito Sohma
Nicknames: Aki(He despises it though)
Age: Sixteen
Year: Seventh
Blood: Half-blood
House: Slytherin
Affiliations: None
Subjects at Hogwarts: Potions, Defense against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Charms
Photobase for your character. (Name of person in picture and photo of that person.)
Random person from photobucket:


Disabilities or Handicaps: Angered easily
Mental State: Consistantly peeved
Boggart: People finding out about his homosexuality, or, bisexuality.
Personality Quirks: Sadist, mean, cold, pessimistic, dark, alone, pick-pocket
Likes: Being rich, excelling further than others, people suffering, anything shiney, intelligence, scheming, being right
Dislikes: Stupid people, ditzy people, animals, anyone who disagrees with him, being wrong, repulsive things
Hopes/Goals: Become the richest and most intelligent Wizard, or muggle on the entire earth.

General Appearance:

Height: 5'0"(Barely)
Eyes: Very light blue
Hair: Naturally a dark black
Complexion: Very pale
Build: Thin, scrawny
Marks or scars: Two slits on each forearm
Important possessions: Anything that is valuable is deemed important(Money)
Other: It's rare to see him with his hood down

Parents: Aya Sohma(The witch, deceased)/Eric Sohma(Muggle)
Siblings: None
Family History: Akito was born into a poor family which consisted of two people, his mother and his father. Aya, his mother, did not reveal to Eric that she was a witch until two years after Akito was born. The results for Aya didn't go over well when she did tell him. Disgusted and horrified, Eric divorced her, and Aya died from depression a couple months later. Eric never really payed much care or attention to the kid, Akito, and therefore, Akito raised himself, and what a horrible person he turned out to be. Eric wasn't impressed when he got the letter, but he let him go. Akito really didn't care either way, but he did figure that being able to use magic would be a fantastic way to slip money out of peoples pockets. He ended up going to Hogwarts, paying for himself every year with every single school supply.

Morals: Don't work for your money, just slit someone elses pocket. They don't deserve to be wealthy if you aren't.
Sexual Preference: Bisexual but mostly homosexual
Relationships: Only ever had one with someone who studied death. The boy ended up killing himself to learn what happened after death.

Character in five words: Sadist, mean, uncaring, superior, racist


SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

A young boy, no older than sixteen sat amongst a group of kids who were only a few years older. The boy had dark black hair, which was hidden under the hood of a thin black sweater, his pale complexion and blue eyes were also shadowed beneath the protection of the hood. The group was laughing with smoke arising from around them. They had a fire going in the middle of them, and something was crying out in whimpers and yelps of pain from the fire. It was a small dog, a puppy German Shepard.

"Damn thing gets what it deserves. Barking like that for three hours straight." The boy with the hood, who's name was Akito grinned at the fire, and each time the dog would try and escape, he would nudge it with a stick to push it further in. His grin turned more into a sneer at the animal and he cackled with pleasure at the sight.

A girl wearing a black tank top with a knee length black shirt sighed at the fire, she nervously crossed her arms over her waist and glanced around between the group, "This isn't right, guys...lets just put it out of its misery, please?" she stuttered between held back sniffs. The boy with the blue eyes, and the hood which shadowed them raised a single eyebrow at the girl, and nudged the dog out of the fire, then said with a cold tone, "Fine...this begins to bore me anyways. It's almost dead too." He took out a little knife from his pocket and held the dog down with his left, foot, his nose crinkling up in disgust at the sound and feel of it. He leaned down, and began sawing through the dogs neck. After about ten minutes, the boy stepped back and let the dog die.

'Last few days of summer...almost time to go back. Which means it's time to steal some money from careless Witches and Wizards in Diagon' he thought to himself, absent mindedly striding away from the group. He gave them a wave without turning back. These people weren't really considered friends. Just ones to kill time and things with.

He made his way back to what one might call a home, it was a sort of shelter, with a bed and dresser. That was good enough for him. He walked through the streets of an obviously slummy district, a hand in his pocket where his knife rested. The sounds out gunshots and screaming weren't rare here. Though he didn't really fear the people around this district, because they knew he was one of them, and felt no need to try and mug him, he still felt it was better to be prepared with some sort of defense.

He strode through the unlocked door with an unimpressed frown, he slammed the door shut behind him, making spiders fall from the ceiling and into his hair. He shuddered and pulled them out, lips twitching in disgust in he threw them to the floor, holding back shrieks. He turned and locked the door, something his parental unit never bothered to do. It was 3:00am, his father lay sleeping on the couch, snoring loudly. Akito rolled his eyes and muttered something, "Damn lazy bastard..." he made his way through the small dirty house and to his room. The room had old dishes in it and dusty old books, it looked as if it had never been cleaned...once. He fell back on the small one person bed that was there, dust coming out on either side of the bed. He took his wand off his desk and began flicking it around, without actually casting anything. 'Three days to make money...yay...' he thought boredly, before drifting off into an uneasy slumber.

ACCEPTED

Name: Katt
Age: 14
Time zone: GMT (England)
Availability: about 7-11 pm (GMT) most days but maybe at other times. Varies.
YIM/MSN: inkweaver12@msn.com (no YIM)

IC Information (Who you are applying for):

Name: Cyzarine Sistine
Nicknames: Cyzie
Age: 17
Year: seventh
Blood: pureblood (but considered daughter of a bloodtraitor)
House: Ravenclaw
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Divination, Ancient Runes, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures
Photobase for your character. (Name of person in picture and photo of that person.) (Lena Katina)

Disabilities or Handicaps: none
Mental State: Slightly unstable (prone to small breakdowns during times of great stress. Don’t worry, she’s safe, though, even during breakdowns.)
Boggart: Seeing her eyes blinded or disfigured in some way.
Personality Quirks: Acts childlike at times and can go into dazes. Also sways absently for no reason.
Likes: quiet, reading, people who appreciate her gift of Sight (and don’t laugh at her)
Dislikes: Anything making fun at Seers and the Sight, prejudice purebloods, those who try to use her Sight for evil
Hopes/Goals: To find a way to sue her power for good/fighting evil

General Appearance: Pretty but not packed with makeup
Height: 5’4”
Eyes: haunting grey-blue
Hair: knee-long, red-brown, slightly wavey at the ends.
Complexion: porcelain skin tone
Build: deep curves that are often hidden by the uniform
Marks or scars: A second iris of silver round the black one
Important possessions: tarot cards, picture album, favourite books and her dream diary

Parents: Ginelle and Kodiak Sistine
Siblings: none
Family History: her mother was originally branched off the Malfoys but cast out when she married Kodiak, a Russian bloodtraitor. The Sistines tend to stay clear of the magical world, and are forgotten by many.

Morals: Cyzarine makes a point of ignoring blood status, and has firm do’s and don’t’s under which her powers are used. She also dislikes bullying, killing and betraying trusts.
Sexual Preference: straight (but has no problem with bi-, tran-, or homo-sexuality)
Relationships: none romantic (most are scared away by her ‘weirdness’) although she has a few friends whom she treasures.

Character in five words: open-minded, kind, sightful, moralistic and misunderstood


SAMPLE POST (At least 300 words)

Cyzarine smiled absently to herself as she climbed the last few steps of the Astronomy Tower. She had long-since been allowed to come back to the astronomy area – to view the stars more out of interest than extra-credit – and the divination room – to nurture, and later exercise, her natural gift – and so she made no hesitation before bounding up the steps a little faster. As always, she was just as eager to return as she had been after leaving each room on her first day. The Atronomy Tower was like her home, second only to Ravenclaw Tower and her father’s mansion in Russia.
“Professor?” she called, glancing round cautiously as she entered the divination room. However, she knew perfectly well that no one would be there – the feast was currently in session, after all. Once again, the Ravenclaw-loner was spending her free time alone in the Astronomy Tower. Nobody would be surprised, not that they really noticed her.
Speaking of surprises, she should get back to visit Hagrid again soon. She dropped in every other month, to check up on both the Games Keeper and his ‘pets’. His latest companion was a hippogriff named Glintwing. Despite Hagrid’s current lack of knowledge on the creature, Cyzarine was able to communicate with Glintwing, and had enjoyed many a conversation on ferets and what Glintwing liked eating. Glintwing had been calling for help for a few days now, and so Cyzarine promptly assumed another visit was in order.
To put it plainly, Cyzarine was a Seer, and a strong one at that.
Her power included telepathy (she could ‘read’ thoughts and ‘write’ replies), precognetic dreams, Nensha and Reverse-Nensha. Appart from this, she was gifted in divination and related subjects, and able to see pretty much anything, including invisibility cloaks. Her power was, undoubtedly, the strongest in the current world – hence why she was extremely secretive and protective of her abilities.
She barely glanced round as the sound of footsteps reached her ears, yet turned as the person entered the room. She smiled slightly, trying to look welcoming. Turning to glance back down at the grounds once more, her eyes locked on Hagrid’s cabin for a split second before she had turned away again and started back towards the door, nodding her head to the bemused divination professor.
“Good day, professor.” She called softly, pausing at the top of the stairs. “I hope the crystal ball doesn’t cause too much disruption.”
Leaving the slightly-surprised teacher to her thoughts on this foreseen matter, she started down the stairs again, her head already a whirl on the things she saw.
A fourth year Hufflepuff girl flashed a smile at her as she passed – Cyzarine smiled back faintly as she spotted the angels flickering under the girls’ earlobes as she smiled. Sirius Black was laughing at a joke or something, not noticing her as she slinked past him, her brow creasing in bemused confusion as she spotted the stars by his left temple as he did so. Lucius Malfoy was laughing at something as well – Cyzarine hardly spared a glance for the red lightening bolts of cruel-amusement beneath his earlobes.
But, as always, she remained silent in her observations, saving them to record in her dream diary later. Perhaps she would run into Firrenze (the centaur) along the way – she could warn him of the tree about to fall around three a.m tomorrow.
A true smile coming to her face at last, she took a moment to compose herself before knocking on Hagrid’s door. “Hagrid? I’ve come to tell Glintwing to be quiet, if you don’t mind!” she joked.