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crimsonrevolt · 7 years ago

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Congratulations Sierra you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Lily Evans!

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Sierra -- your application for Lily was absolutely beautiful, just like her. I’ve always had such a difficulty in writing canon characters that have more weight in the books, and you expanded on her with such depth that this application was a beautiful read. The way you expanded on her traits and really dove into what make Lily tick might’ve been my favorite part of this entire application, it made it so clear that you thought through who she is carefully and wove a clear picture of her in your head -- and that only expanded upon your para sample and answers! We’re so excited to have her in our group and to see what you’ll do with our lovely Lily! *your faceclaim change to Mary Kate Wiles has been accepted!

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

My name is Sierra. I’m 26 years old and use the pronouns she/her. I reside in the middle of the US is the Central time zone (CST)

ACTIVITY

I am pretty consistant, I like to think, I can be on at least once a day every day to reply to things, barring something major happening in real life, which I would still be sure to pop in and mention. I would say over all a solid 8/10

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

Scrolling through the RP tags.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

I think I always identified the most with Harry himself. He always struck me as the reluctant hero, not one to go out of his way to jump into danger, but knowing that if he didn’t do it, the likelihood that anyone would was slim. He never asked for the title of ‘Chosen One’, he was saddled with it.

ANYTHING ELSE?

This group seems absolutely lovely. (This is not an attempt to butter you up or anything like that, it’s just genuinely lovely as far as the graphics and fonts and things. Very aesthetic.)

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Lily Evans. Lily is a flower most associated with purity and everlasting love. Lily Evans displays an extremely warm and open heart, the type of person who is willing to give anyone a chance to be in her heart, and only turning them away when they’ve wronged her.

Evans is derived from the Welsh or English surname 'Evan’. In Welsh, this name means 'young worrior’. While it is true that Lily is loving, she is also fierce, the type of woman who is going to not only be there for the ones she loves, but defend them to the death. She is strong in her opinions and morals, and not afraid to fight for the right and what she believes in.

FACE CLAIM

Mary Kate Wiles is my prefered face claim for Lily, as I feel that she embodies the character wholly. I am also a fan of Molly Quinn and Holand Roden for Lily, and in the masterlist she was listed as Sophie Turner, who would be my fourth choice.

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

Lily is the Doe. There’s always something so extremely wonderful about a character who is strong and powerful not only in their actions, but in the way that they love the people in their lives. A woman who can hold her own against a world that chooses to look down on her for something as simple as who her parents were, to not only not let that effect her sense of self, but to let it strengthen her and move her forward in every action that she takes. She doesn’t conform, she doesn’t try to be the person that everyone likes, instead, she is a person that people like because she is true to herself and doesn’t shy away from who she is and who she wants to be.

I’ve always been drawn to Lily as a character because she is the kind of character that opens itself up to a world of fascination. She shows strength of character even in her brief appearances, and she isn’t afraid to be herself, but underneath the surface, there is the insecurity that she hides, the fear that she may not be able to protect her family and friends, and will ultimately fail them.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

While I do, of course, love the canon ship that is Jily, I have always also been fascinated by the way that Sevily might have gone, had the feelings been recprocated. However, I am extremely open to all kinds of things in the ship department, exploring dynamics between all characters in things like love, friendship, disdain. I love character development first and foremost and would be apt to try just about anything.

As far as Lily and her views on things, in the department of love and sex, Lily is very much the kind of girl who views romance as beautiful. She likes the idea of little gestures of affection, just sitting and holding hands and being with the person she loves. She isn’t the kind that is going to give herself away to anyone who shows the slightest interest, instead looking for someone who is interested in her whole self, who she is and who she could be and who she wants to be. She is extremely demisexual in my mind, not the kind interested in casual sex, rather, the kind who is only going to be physically and sexually attracted to someone she finds a true and lasting connection with.

She uses the pronouns she/her, and is cis, heteromantic, but demisexual.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER: I’ve created a mockblog here, where I’ve done a Moodboard and a post expanding on the character traits. I would be happy to add more, if you would like!

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it: “I would love to invent a spell in which everyone it was cast on was forced to say exactly what was on their mind for a few hours. It would be refreshing to see people being honest and open with one another for a short while, even if things weren’t all sunshine and daisies. A simple little truth spell, much like Veritserum.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you: “The obvious answer would be that I would have to take Marlene McKinnon with me. Brave and adventurous woman who could lead the way and help me fight off anything that stands in our path. As for an object, it would be nice to have a flashlight, wouldn’t it, so that we could see and still have our wands free for spells if necessary.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make? “There’s a certian difficulty that comes with any decision you ever have to make, isn’t there? After all, one must weigh the pros and cons of everything, even for things as simple as what to eat, you have to consider how it’s going to sit on your stomach, how it will effect the rest of your day, things like that. I’m the kind of person who takes all decisions very seriously, but I suppose when thinking on it, any decision that involves another person can be rather difficult, considering it’s no longer just myself I’m having to worry about.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you? “That I’m untrue to myself. I try to be an honest person, open and real about who and what I am. I would never want anyone to think I’m fake in any way.”

WRITING SAMPLE

Wake up, Lily. It’s just a bad dream, it’ll be over if you wake up, wake up.

With a jolt, Lily shot upright in the bed, hand pressing roughly against her chest to feel the way her heart pounded there, almost breaking through the skin and landing in her palm. What kind of nightmare was it supposed to be, she wondered. Some kind of warning, a cry out, simply something to shock her system and send her reeling. She wasn’t sure, but the scattered and flashing images of the dream were slowly fading away into nothing, leaving her in just the dark of her bedroom, surrounded by four familiar walls that weren’t closing in or dangerous in anyway. A sigh left her chest as she adjusted in her place, pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She would need a moment, she knew, to recover before going for a glass of water.

Try as she might, capturing little snippets of the dream in her mind, trying to recapture the moments that had startled her out of sleep in the first place, seemed difficult. There was a forest, one she thought could have been the Forbidden Forest, dark and winding and she followed the winding path deeper and deeper in, looking for something. She couldn’t say what she was searching for, really, besides just the intangible something.

Perhaps it was for the best, being unable to recall the dream. She assumed that it couldn’t mean anything too terrible, at any rate, and even if she were any good at dream interpretation, she had never exactly found it interesting or logical. Bare feet hit the cold wood of her bedroom floor as she crawled out of bed and headed into the bathroom, flipped on the light and squinted at her reflection in the mirror. She was not surprised to see matted and tangled hair, eyes bloodshot and with shadows of circles rimming them. She would have to get more sleep, and soon, but her mouth felt dry and she needed to let her heart slow down. A quick pour from the tap and she was sipping slowly on a glass of water, mind turning over and over. Things were going alright, weren’t they? Why the nightmare. Perhaps the overall atmosphere of the world was making her nervous, making her jittery. She had no idea, she would need to find a way to relax, destress.

Things were going to be okay. She simply had to remind herself of that.

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immoralrpg-blog · 7 years ago

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Congratulations, ALI, you have been accepted for the role of PETUNIA EVANS, with the faceclaim of ALYCIA DEBNAM CAREY. You took a complicated relationship between a girl and a sister, fleshed it out, and turned it into something beautiful. Petunia’s perpetual fear and jealousy highlight her as a very real character with real problems. Plus, I thought there was something awfully endearing about her reaction to a boggart! Please head along to the CHECKLIST for your next steps.

CHARACTER NAME: Petunia Carys Evans

Petunia ;; a Native American baby name meaning “flower”

Carys ;; a Welsh feminine given name formed from the stem of the Welsh vocabulary word caru meaning “to love” and the suffix -ys

Evans ;; a Welsh surname meaning "son of Evan"

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis-female & she/her FACECLAIM: Alycia Debnam-Carey, Caitlin Stasey, Elizabeth Olsen BIOGRAPHY:

I would like to preface this by saying that I don’t actually think the Evans played favorites with their daughters. I think Petunia believed that they loved Lily more, but I think she failed to see their own praise and love for her which was just as prevalent in her life as in her sister’s. This in no way excuses her actions, but I did want to mention it as to her, she feels as though she was neglected.

Also, her bio is very focused on her sister, but that’s because Petunia herself is very focused on her sister even as she tries to find distance between them.

Though Petunia is nearly a year older than her sister, I believe ( though this is something to be discussed with the Lily player ), that when they were visited by a representative from the school to explain things, that’s when the ruse would have started. Their parents would have already suspected as Lily had begun helping Petunia lay the threads to convince them, but this is when they would have “convinced” the wizarding world that Petunia should belong there. How they convinced them, I’m not entirely sure, but that’s when it happened which is why Petunia started a year later than she would have normally and why she & Lily are in the same year. Her birthday is February 14, 1959.

You don’t remember a life without your little sister, though you assume it had to be fairly pleasant. No Lily with her lovely red hair and charming smile. No sister to receive all your parent’s love and attention while you sat idly by waiting for notice. You suppose you were friends once as children, though those days seem like a fanciful dream on Lily’s part. You can barely remember a time when envy didn’t lace your every interaction, when your words towards her weren’t accusing her of some wrong that you knew she didn’t purposely do. After all, it wasn’t her fault she was so perfect. It wasn’t her fault that she got magic while you got nothing usual. But you couldn’t admit that to anyone, lease of all your own insecurities.

You were seven when you realized something was different about your sister. The two of you were still close then, playing in the garden behind your home. You’d share secrets and whispers under the covers late at night, though you liked to pretend it never hurt when someone showered her with the attention you so desperately needed. You’d already begun realizing how different your parents treated the two of you even when they did their best to make you feel just as loved. But there was something about your little sister that drew people in, the same quality that made people look twice at her caused them to always overlooked you. You were just there, not particularly pretty or charming. But you were smart; you began to take notice of what was going on around you. It began with little things. Things that couldn’t be explained normally. Everyone said it was just your imagination, but you knew better. You knew it was her. Strangeness began to taint your interactions with her. You loved her then, but you knew there was something wrong with your little sister. You knew people would notice eventually, people would realize that you were the normal one. But that day couldn’t come soon enough.

You were ten when your sister met a new friend and began to find a life outside your little family. You hated him on instinct. He seemed to love what made your sister different. In the end, he was just another thing that Lily had over you: a friend who liked her for what made her special. Though you hate to admit it, it was he who changed your life. He told your sister what she was, told her about the secret world hidden from the eyes of normal people like you. You’d always been envious of your sister even though she appeared blind to that, but you’d never felt the sharp stab of hostility before then. You’d never been the sweetest child, but you felt yourself lose that last bit of childish wonder as your parents began to shower your sister with love and affection for what just made her so wrong in your eyes. But you saw their reaction towards her and you concocted a plan. You had always been smart, but now your cleverness began to grow. You milked your sister for answers from her friend, asking everything you possibly could. And you begged her for help in ‘performing’ magical feats to trick those around you int thinking you were special too. You told her that you needed her and always would. That you were sisters, and blood came before all else. And she believed you.

You were eleven as you and your sister set off for school. With all their magic, you had tricked your way into the school. Your parents were so proud watching their two little girls go off, hand-in-hand towards their destinies. It was the first time you felt truly accomplished, like you were equal finally with your younger sister, and the first time you felt true fear in what would happen if anyone found out. That fear waned through the year as your confidence grew. It was always there, lurking in the back of your mind, but you threw yourself into your studies in an attempt to show yourself as worthy of being called a witch ( even as you knew you weren’t truly worthy of the word ). You made a name for yourself: not just as Lily’s sister, though far too many knew you as just that, but as a girl who was not to be trifled with. A girl with a sharp wit and a bit of charm, a bit of sweetness to cover up the bitterness in your soul.

You were fourteen when you realized that you were always going to need your sister even as you detested your reliance on her. You had to keep her close, to temper your biting remarks so that she wouldn’t turn against you. You needed her to help you though you hated the sage advice that always came with it. She kept insisting that you’d be found out eventually and that she didn’t want you to get into trouble, but you always calmed her nerves. You couldn’t risk her backing out now after the two of you had come so far. Even though you didn’t have a drop of magical blood in your veins, you made it a point to always know more than your peers, to make up in knowledge what you lacked in ability. You didn’t need popularity or friends like Lily did, but what you did need was to be the best. Of course, with lacking in abilities, you still always managed to fall behind your sister which only perpetuated your deep-rooted jealousy towards her.

You’re eighteen and in for your last year at school. Somehow, you made it through and fooled everyone. You’d laugh if you weren’t terrified at the thought of being caught now. Perhaps it was that fear that made you look into the darkness permeating the wizarding world. Though you’re part of this world, you still feel like an outsider. You want to understand it, every part of it. And the darkness that is beginning to invade your school has called to you in a way you can’t ignore. You don’t agree with the beliefs that many of pure blood are trying to spread ( you’re not that much of a hypocrite ), but there is something honest about it that you admire. Funny for a girl to admire honesty when your life is built on a house of lies that is bound to come tumbling down sooner rather than later. You’ve always been on a path towards greatness, you continually have to assure yourself, but now you’re wondering if something else might be in your future. But you’re still uncertain what world that will be in: the world you left behind but should be in, or the one you’ve come to love but will never quite belong in.

QUESTIONAIRE

describe your secret in your own way.

The girl bristled at the mention of a secret. Surely no one else could know what she was hiding. “I have no secrets,” she insisted, though the words sounded false even to her own ears. She shook her head, almost turning up her nose at the thought in an attempt to make it more believable. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her secret was one that would be kept to the grave, one between only sisters. No, she would never admit to anything of the sort even as the crippling doubt began to worm it’s way through the facade of confidence. No one could possibly know; they’d been so careful about it. Any mistake could mean catastrophe for her, but she refused to admit defeat. “Unless you’re referring to the rumor that Lily dyes her hair. In which case, I can confirm it’s true.”

your family life. how’s it like?

“Fine,” Petunia replied automatically. “Everything’s fine.” And everything did seem fine on the surface. Her parents had little idea or input in her life. Though she loved them, she knew them to be clueless about what went on at school aside from the letters the girls wrote to them. Their relationship was fine as long as they didn’t know she had been lying to them for over six years and had gotten their perfect, precious Lily to help her. She knew her relationship with her sister was failing. It had been for years. But now it seemed like the only threads holding them together were beginning to fray and snap. “Better than fine,” she added, more as an attempt to convince herself than anything else.

what do you smell in amortentia?

“It’s a bit strange,” she admitted, “to think of amortentia.” For a girl who had never been loved or in love, she had a difficult time even thinking about the notion of a love potion. After all, who would want some pale imitation of something real? She’d read all the great romance novels: Pride & Prejudice, Wuthering Heights, even Anna Karenina. Petunia knew what real love should look like. Hell, even her parents showed her true love every time she watched them together. She hated the thought of a potion that could fake the effects of love to an obsessive degree. Though she had never experienced it, she hoped one day she would. “But if I must say,” she continued, “I smell coconut, coffee beans, and raspberry tarts.”

what’s your boggart?

Her eyes grew wide at the mention of a boggart. “A vampire,” she said, naming the first thing that popped into her racing mind. Another lie in a string of many. Though she was a bit frightened of them due to the frightful stories she’d heard from a boy in the village she’d grown up in, they weren’t something that she was truly afraid of. What she was truly afraid of wasn’t a monster or a beast, but something else entirely. She was absolutely petrified of losing her place at school. Of her sister finally turning her back on her and leaving her to fend for herself. Of everyone discovering that she didn’t belong after years of working so hard to make sure that she fit in. Her boggart would take the shape of students whispering about her, laughing and pointing at her failure. And it’s something she’s never going to face.

#accepted #petunia evans

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