Post by ryn on Jul 18, 2009 20:49:08 GMT -7
STUDENT APPLICATION
Bio:
.Name. Devotion Smeade
.Gender. Female
.Age and Year at Hogwarts. 13 and Second
.Bloodlines. ¼ Blood, teachicly. Her father was a half blood, her mother a miuggleborn
.Father. Carl Smeade
.Mother. Linda Smeade
.Siblings. A 11 year old sister, Dusk Smeade
.Residence. Nothumberland
Appearance:
.Height. 5’1”
.Hair. Sholder lengh mahongany hair
.Eye. Dark, dark brown.
.Body type. Atheletic
.Fashion. Simple yet nice looking
.Any other distingushing features. She has a small tattoo that was supposed to be temporary but never washed away. Contrary to what she told her parents, she did not charm it. It’s a unicorn on her anckle.
Personality:
.Characteristics and traits. She is a silent type. She’ll answer questions when asked, usally with insite and a kind of dept usually lacking in the younger sorts. She’s resourceful, and gentle to the extreme. She’s incradbly sensitive to others feelings, but strongly opinionated. If you get to know her, she has a great sense of humor and work ethic.
.Hobbies.
.Likes.
.Dislikes
.Strengths.
.Weaknesses.
.Odd Habits. Drawing up Quadpot games plans on any piece of parchment she can find.
Wizard:
.Wand . Springy, Rosewood and phoniex feather. 10 2/3 inches
.Best subjects.All of them, she studies loads
.Worst subjects. She has to try hardest in Herbology, but still passed with flying colors.
.Pets. A Grey Owl named Baxter
.History of character.
Devotion was born into a content family. She was seven when her parents married, because they wanted the children to be there and able to remember it. They were typical magical home, with gnomes in the garden and laundry washing itself. In this place Devotion learned her love of cleaniness (which her mother lacked) and silence, ( whitch, between her father and sister was unheard of in her home). It was simple, though, and good. She got her letter at age eleven, though it was expected it was amazing. She enjoyed her first year and is back for more!
SAMPLE POST Okay, so this character is sad because her love vanished.
Bio:
.Name. Devotion Smeade
.Gender. Female
.Age and Year at Hogwarts. 13 and Second
.Bloodlines. ¼ Blood, teachicly. Her father was a half blood, her mother a miuggleborn
.Father. Carl Smeade
.Mother. Linda Smeade
.Siblings. A 11 year old sister, Dusk Smeade
.Residence. Nothumberland
Appearance:
.Height. 5’1”
.Hair. Sholder lengh mahongany hair
.Eye. Dark, dark brown.
.Body type. Atheletic
.Fashion. Simple yet nice looking
.Any other distingushing features. She has a small tattoo that was supposed to be temporary but never washed away. Contrary to what she told her parents, she did not charm it. It’s a unicorn on her anckle.
Personality:
.Characteristics and traits. She is a silent type. She’ll answer questions when asked, usally with insite and a kind of dept usually lacking in the younger sorts. She’s resourceful, and gentle to the extreme. She’s incradbly sensitive to others feelings, but strongly opinionated. If you get to know her, she has a great sense of humor and work ethic.
.Hobbies.
- Cleaning
- Doing school work
- Phoiliosphy.
.Likes.
- Deep conversations
- exploring
- trying new things
- doing things that scare her.
- hanging with friends
- Quodpot, the American game. You have a quaffle like ball charmed to explode, and a pot on each end with a poition in it to stop explosion. You have to get the ball into the pot before it blows up. Widely played in America. See Quidditch Throughout the Ages for more.
.Dislikes
- Pompous people
- show-off
- jerks
- flirts
- getting dirty
- She doesn’t like Quiddich!
.Strengths.
- Learning
- Conversations
- Leadership
- She can dance
.Weaknesses.
- food
- Good books
- fellow Quodpot fans
- Boy who take her dancing
.Odd Habits. Drawing up Quadpot games plans on any piece of parchment she can find.
Wizard:
.Wand . Springy, Rosewood and phoniex feather. 10 2/3 inches
.Best subjects.All of them, she studies loads
.Worst subjects. She has to try hardest in Herbology, but still passed with flying colors.
.Pets. A Grey Owl named Baxter
.History of character.
Devotion was born into a content family. She was seven when her parents married, because they wanted the children to be there and able to remember it. They were typical magical home, with gnomes in the garden and laundry washing itself. In this place Devotion learned her love of cleaniness (which her mother lacked) and silence, ( whitch, between her father and sister was unheard of in her home). It was simple, though, and good. She got her letter at age eleven, though it was expected it was amazing. She enjoyed her first year and is back for more!
SAMPLE POST Okay, so this character is sad because her love vanished.
The weather could not be more perfect. The sky was a clear blue, and Prime hung high in its cozy throne. It was warm too, unseasonably warm. If an equine really worked at even a trot, it was probable that a thin film of sweat would from on any bodice, especially one as dark as hers.
The graceful morab was an idiot. She was incapable of stability, it seemed. That blasted idiot that had sired her had done this to her. He had made her so unstable, and that must have caused the one being she could trust, that she loved to disappear. Three breeding seasons had passed since he had promised her a foal, and it still felt like a dream. Like he might strut out from anyway and make comments about his past that she never knew about him.
She knew nothing about him. Only that he had no flaws and was the greatest leader possible. And that he loved her too, she was his queen. And he had just flat out left her. And she’d told him everything. All about her father who beat her, her little brother, Truth… Honesty, her best friend. Everything. She had withheld from him nothing, but he never seemed to trust her.
But now it was moving on time. She had to forget that gorgeous fool and move on with her life. And she would rediscover herself. She would return to her polite, cold ways. She would keep love out. She would be a companion. And never, never would she have a foal. No matter how badly she wanted to.
She trotted into the gathering, and sighed musically. She had an inclination to find a tree, and that she did. It was lush and blooming, and it reminded her of old Raveloe. They had met at a tree… “Hello fine Lady. I am Raveloe; I come from Navigator's Brook. May I inquire as to your name?” “It is a pleasure, Mister Raveloe. My name is Eloquence, or to my closer friends, Elo. Might I inquire as to the state of your territory?” “I am glad to meet you Eloquence. I hope I can become one of your closer friends in the future, so I can have the honor of calling you Elo. As I said, I am from Navigator's Brook, in the Bloomland. My territory is large, and has a creek running through it. Most of it is covered in forests of the tallest trees I have ever seen. They provide wonderful shelter. Food is easy to find, and the climate is moderate, neither getting to hot or cold. It is currently home to me, and two mares” She was lost in memory of that homeless meeting. There was that shy black stallion, Shetan and the other, Paladin much too bold for her taste. He had been perfect. So perfect. She sighed, and remembered too her friends Tahila and Moondark. At one point, there had been another who Elo did not know so well…. Though her time there had been short, it was the happiest part of her life, and she missed it dearly.
The graceful morab was an idiot. She was incapable of stability, it seemed. That blasted idiot that had sired her had done this to her. He had made her so unstable, and that must have caused the one being she could trust, that she loved to disappear. Three breeding seasons had passed since he had promised her a foal, and it still felt like a dream. Like he might strut out from anyway and make comments about his past that she never knew about him.
She knew nothing about him. Only that he had no flaws and was the greatest leader possible. And that he loved her too, she was his queen. And he had just flat out left her. And she’d told him everything. All about her father who beat her, her little brother, Truth… Honesty, her best friend. Everything. She had withheld from him nothing, but he never seemed to trust her.
But now it was moving on time. She had to forget that gorgeous fool and move on with her life. And she would rediscover herself. She would return to her polite, cold ways. She would keep love out. She would be a companion. And never, never would she have a foal. No matter how badly she wanted to.
She trotted into the gathering, and sighed musically. She had an inclination to find a tree, and that she did. It was lush and blooming, and it reminded her of old Raveloe. They had met at a tree… “Hello fine Lady. I am Raveloe; I come from Navigator's Brook. May I inquire as to your name?” “It is a pleasure, Mister Raveloe. My name is Eloquence, or to my closer friends, Elo. Might I inquire as to the state of your territory?” “I am glad to meet you Eloquence. I hope I can become one of your closer friends in the future, so I can have the honor of calling you Elo. As I said, I am from Navigator's Brook, in the Bloomland. My territory is large, and has a creek running through it. Most of it is covered in forests of the tallest trees I have ever seen. They provide wonderful shelter. Food is easy to find, and the climate is moderate, neither getting to hot or cold. It is currently home to me, and two mares” She was lost in memory of that homeless meeting. There was that shy black stallion, Shetan and the other, Paladin much too bold for her taste. He had been perfect. So perfect. She sighed, and remembered too her friends Tahila and Moondark. At one point, there had been another who Elo did not know so well…. Though her time there had been short, it was the happiest part of her life, and she missed it dearly.
