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diveronarpg · 5 years ago

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Congratulations, NAY! You’ve been accepted for the role of JULIET. Admin Minnie: My arms are wide open for you to return to us, Nay! I am so unbelievably thrilled to have your Juliana join us again. You capture her completely, without reservation and without a bit of doubt — and for good reason. You understand Juliana in a way that honestly leaves me speechless. And the fact that you wrote a whole new app that incorporated the darkness you’ve discovered in Juliana along the way? The potential, the precipice that she stands on now with so much to lose and even more to gain? Wow. Nay, I’m so glad you’re back. I can’t wait to weep reading your writing yet again. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | nay.

Age | twenty-one, but my birthday is next month (january 8th!) so i'm already telling people i'm twenty-two. or eighty? spiritually, i'm eighty & i'm knitting these days, so.

Preferred Pronouns | she/her.

Activity Level | my life is something of a circus, i'll be real with you. i live between two houses, i'm trying to get through my final year of undergrad while trying to earn money writing, fighting mental illness (aren't we all?) and basically having a midlife crisis every other week. but, like. an 8. i love y'all such a lot, you can't keep me away ;)

Timezone | gmt+5.

How did you find the RP? | i… don't even remember at this point. it's just home.

Current/Past RP Accounts | to quote Hamlet, act III, scene iii, line 87? no.

IN CHARACTER

Character | juliet / juliana rosa capulet.

J U L I A N A | the name is chosen before she is even born. picked out of a Bible resting askew atop rounded-belly, like a flower from a garden: Juliana. she is named in devotion to the once-suffering patron saint of sickness, Saint Juliana of Nicomedia (now, Naples). she is only a squirming bundle, already carrying a legend of martyrdom through a namesake.

R O S A | what smelt sweeter than a rose? her mother adored them – and thus, there could never be anything sweeter ever again. so sweet, many hearts yearn to pick them. enchanted by the intoxicating perfume, many lovers cut themselves on these thorns.

C A P U L E T | who truly understood the magnitude of a name? a name of Anglo-Saxon origin; coming from a wooded area beside a chapel, hailing from a family who once-lived in a village named Caplewood. a prophecy, then—taken, and bastardized: paupers evolving into the kings, a chapel beside no more than a house to their sins.

What drew you to this character? | i remember fragments of the last time i answered this question. this time, i made it a point not to read my old application, because if i was going to reapply? i wanted to do it the right way, go through the whole process, start on a fresh page. that said, i do recall my own surprise at a reincarnation of juliet capulet being my character of choice. i remember my own poetic gibberish; this romanticisation of colours & versatility, the whole universe inside juliana that causes her so much pain. somehow, after the span of only months of writing her, i can't answer it the same. somehow, a paltry chunk of time has turned an idea i was enchanted by into a person. somehow… it made the experience of reading her biography again, after all this time, a more impactful one. and perhaps that's the mark of rosey being the wretchedly talented wordsmith we must suffer angst for loving, but i found myself picking up on details i had missed, and lines i had forgotten to be arrested by – and somehow, a character i had, swathed in my own contradictory brand of hubris, thought i knew like the back of my hand? she still inspired me. i still had ideas flooding in my head, and love swelling my heart. i think that's the mark of a well-written character, every bit as much as it is an indicator that the character is one you can write with integrity.

thrive. ghost. onlooker, helplessness, obsession, lamented, saint, blood, symbol, succumbing.

isn't it absolutely prophetic?

what draws me to juliana is her complexity, at the heart of it. i love the boundless possibility of her; this dainty, precious, precocious slip of a girl—not just a girl, but not quite a woman yet—and the enormous weight of a last name, which really has nothing on the burden that is the heart she carts around in her chest. there's something peculiar about her, an eeriness about how truly, genuinely tender she is. and as easy as her tenderness is to mistake for weakness, she isn’t. she is the embodiment of love – and much as it is absolutely the greatest source of pain to her, it is her greatest strength. love is what makes her, and it is what has the power to completely undo her: to a different version of herself, harder or softer, or undone.

i’d see it as a great privilege to get to explore her story.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

TRIGGER WARNING: suicide mention, mental illness mention, postpartum depression mention, drowning mention

LOVER / her heart is her biggest strength, just as it is her biggest weakness. it always has been. just like it was her mother's. it's why her father worries so much about her – and how can she begrudge him for it? she worries about herself, too. jia capulet had had a bleeding heart; where had that landed her? six feet under is where. and thus, they worry, worry for the ways that she is her mother's daughter. but juliana worries about the ways in which she is her father's daughter, too. she loves him so dearly, so reverently, that she has been his dutiful puppet. she has been a figurehead, a symbol, a caricature. she has smiled… she has been smiling for an eternity, for an audience that never stops watching. she worries, still, about how much war steals: time, and lives, and this city that is their home. there is some irony to it, she thinks; the girl they say has everything, so terrified of loss.

› juliana is so thoroughly a person led by her heart. moreover, she is a compulsive overthinker. she nitpicks (internally, constantly), she analyses, she wonders and lays awake at night plagued by questions she cannot answer, and answers she knows not questions to. it isn't a surprise that her own story — i.e. the people she comes from — is something that weighs on her, heavily, and shapes her, influencing her thoughts, perceptions and choices.

this is a self-driven plot, i know, but i want to headcanon that her mother, jia, suffered from a devastating case of postpartum depression after she prematurely conceived juliana's little sister. italy is actually a frontrunner in hands-on understanding of mental health without the questionable committing to an institution, but with that said, jia capulet wasn't italian. she was chinese, and didn't grow up in a society where she would at all be open to entertaining the idea of mental illness perpetuated by pregnancy. it is incredibly difficult to help someone who does not want to be helped – and all juliana and cosimo could do for her was pray. and when they failed her, and she and the baby girl were found floating in the lake behind capulet manor, all they could do was hide the story from the world, the first secret between father & daughter. it is a personal headcanon of mine that juliana bears an eerie resemblance to her mother, and that doesn't help the difficulty of separating her own identity from the trauma that's tainted her childhood, and the trauma currently tainting her adolescence.

i'm dying to explore how it produces an adulthood for her. as much as i love a good coming of age story, juliana's needs to be something darker. i want to see what she takes from her parents, what she tucks away, what she tosses aside – and who is left, ultimately, after it all.

ALL MY FLOWERS GREW BACK AS THORNS / two years: that's how long it's been since juliana's world was turned upside down. oh, of course she'd heard the rumours. of course she'd heard snippets of conversations, caught the caution in some eyes, malice in others, in too many others. she had never asked questions for the answers she was given, had she? but an evening in her father's study — cosimo's brows furrowed, and vivianne's arched, expectant — and reality was unveiled, all the same. beneath the cover of those luscious roses, nurtured and adored, was reality. go on, they had urged her. la principessa was to get her hands dirty, to seize the opportunity she had never been brave enough to ask for – and now, those hands bled, reality's gritty red, ruddy & relentless, oozing out of thorn-impalement, those puncture wounds. it stings. it stings, it stings, it stings, over & over. how much can she take?

› the biggest overarching plot-point for juliana's i story that i would so like to explore is the changes in her as the war progresses, and how it transforms her. i genuinely believe that she is, at heart, a good person. she is also, however, a good person who has grown up with a very basic, one-dimensional view of morality and goodness and their opposites, in the way that children are. in large part, that's attributed to the extremely sheltered way juliana has been raised, protected so suffocatingly, and that's why i understand that it hits her and begins to shape her immediately, going from the extreme of being in the dark about everything and then essentially becoming the figurehead for a war that has been going on for way, way longer than she has even known about it. there is a difference between idealism and optimism, and the lesson to understand it is a painful one. i would like to put her through that, and peel back the layers of her naiveté to unveil the woman she must grow into.

GLORY & GORE / verona is falling apart. lives are being lost – innocent, guilty… who is man to decide, what is to be done with Dio's creations? juliana was raised to believe in God. she was raised to respect the universe, to do her duty to spread kindness, to work to spread good fortune where it was lacking and to be generous with it. is a gun in her hand one day meant to change who she is at heart? who is this violence for, for whose good? what is to come of it all? is power ever enough? will it ever be? who will be left standing? will anyone? the streets run too red. this is not her verona.

› i would love to see juliana, at a point, actually take over the reins from cosimo. now, the possible events that could lead up to that as endless: a death, a coup, a voluntary succession? i'm here for any of it. but a plot i'm very interested in is seeing juliana, who has spent a majority of time being rigid, and uncomfortable, too caught up in a holier than thou take on mob reality taking on power and defining it for herself now that the war has begun to very personally take from her – first, the near-assassination of her father, then vivianne's blood on her hands, and now, her beloved rafaella. i want to see how she balances her humanity and diplomacy, if it truly isn't possible to both be in power and not be corrupted by it. i want to see who follows her, who would pledge allegiance to her, and what she would do of those who do not. spicy plot, right?

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | so long as she dies for love.

IN DEPTH

In-Character Para Sample:

NOTE: i cheated and stole an excerpt of my own thread for juliana. oops?

Excruciating awareness seemed to be her stock in life. One would think—as, frankly, Juliana herself often did, excruciatingly aware of her mind’s rapid, ricocheting song—that it would be she was used to it by now. But she was no such thing, and it was because of this that she found herself ultimately unable to detach herself from what a companion of hers thought of her, unable to keep from recording even the most minute of details, some of them caught out of the corner of sharp, dark eyes. Even though Juliana Capulet knew that she thought she knew better than to care what anyone thought of her, given how routinely she exploited popular perception for the benefit of her own agenda, she had only ever been able to claim the victory of divorcing what people thought of her from what she knew of herself.

Lately, that hadn’t been feeling like much. A victory, still, but only a half-baked one. One that didn’t keep her from feeling an elementary sort of embarrassed shame, like she was a child who’d got caught with her hand in the cookie-jar. Perhaps that was only because what she knew of herself was a chapter already passed by… and the person who sat in front of Katarina DuPont was not the person she knew. This person was not Juliana alone; they did not sit together to share conversation about art and religion, about culture and cuisine, about music or magic. They sat together: the future Capulet mafiosa and a soldier in the army she would inherit. It was simple and as complicated as that.

At least there will still be wine, Juliana thought, halfheartedly.

Intravenous therapy was more than what was necessary to stay the inner-workings of the heiress’ mind, unfortunately. And there wasn’t enough chilled glasses of it poured down her throat to keep Juliana from wondering what it was that Katarina DuPont knew of her. Whether there was a file out there that encompassed all the myriad reasons in which she was the awful, doubtful fit for leading the Capulet mob, and had been from the first moment that she had finally been told about it. Whether that supposed file would be a less pathetic read even with a couple of pages worth of additional material on a traumatically-revised mindset pressed between its lips in offering. Would it make a difference? After nearly three years worth of distastefully looking down upon a history begun by an ancestor called Lucius Capulet; a man who had taken power into his own hands, with a vengeful spirit burning from years worth of mistreatment setting it alight – and then eating through it, like fire through paper, until what he resented in power-wielding elite that brought as much ruination as it did opulence is what his initiative rotted down to. Three years, and all her judgement bowed its self-righteous head down to was, what? Ah, agony that altered her. A night—one night—and she was no longer the same. Did it make her enlightened, then, to be awoken by her own thirst for vengeance, now – by an insatiable urge for Rallis—and those like him—to suffer as they ought to? Or was she just another hypocrite?

Juliana had always rather liked her eyes. They were so dark, so shadowed by raven-haired lashes casting shade over enigmatic irises, it at least kept her from flustering herself over the blonde being able to read the questions she had no answers for burning darkly within them. At least there was that. It kept her from her own worries clouding the clarity with which her honeyed counterpart answered her question. And for that – oh, for that, Juliana was ever-glad. Eternally, and boundlessly. For as right as she was about their relationship being that of a leader and soldier? She was terribly wrong, as well, for the conviction with which Katarina’s words spilt felt like poetry. They touched her soul. They stirred it. Our cause, the dauntingly tall woman called it. It warmed Juliana’s gut more than even her laugh had done. Every second we live and breathe, gives us a chance to do better. “Yes.” The word was a rough whisper, sounding from the embrace of the swelled walls of her throat. “Yes,” but her own conviction cut through it, exhaled a second time.

“Better is all I want. I –” Would it be a mistake to say it out-loud? Perhaps. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. “Well, I want more than this. For this city I love, for this universe that speaks to my soul, for… these hearts that live in my heart. Better – yes, I do agree, Katarina. I believe, as well. I want more than mindless bloodshed. I want more than fear and terror, more than domination for the sake of domination. I do not know just how clearly you can see it,” wryness laced the words as fluidly as her emotions had done, “I am not my father.”

Then that, too, dissolved. It gave way to gold, still hot & bubbling: “I am another entity entirely. Not a mouth-piece, not a symbol. I am a woman, and one of my word at that. I told you I would tell you why I asked – so here is why, signora. I ask because one of those who hold room in my heart, one of the largest… was nearly lost to me. This war takes and takes. From all of us, Capulets and Montagues and those who watch, who savour, and who suffer. I got out of bed today to work towards better.” Her head canted. Lashes lifted, unveiled those same dark eyes. Juliana let them burn.

“Would you like to join me?”

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playlist;

headcanons -

due to having spent a large portion of her childhood on her own, juliana very early on developed an appreciation for time to herself. many of her interests, in fact, are shaped by it: her love for learning, for one, no matter the subject matter; her attachment to art, an outlet she keeps a secret, locked away in a room no one but herself is privy access to, and; additionally, the amount she talks to and counsels herself to stay sane.

her aesthetic preferences meander on the side of classic, vintage and minimalistic. it is extremely rare for juliana to opt for overt flashiness. she's pearls over diamonds, matte lip-stain in lieu of gloss, and neutral tones apparel over pops of colour.

she is petrified of rabbits, and their evil red eyes.

juliana enjoys music, but she prefers it not having words.

she has a codependent relationship with coffee. no one with a body this slight has any business throwing back that many shots of espresso, but here she is anyway.

she has never learnt how to swim.

her nails and lips are always red, no matter the outfit. she enjoys having a signature of her own that has nothing to do with anyone else, as if it is her own private act of rebellion.

#accepted #everyone give nay a warm WELCOME BACK #accepted: juliet

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burialsocietyrpg · 4 years ago

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Far away, a door creaks open, and an unknown voice mutters a spell you’ve never heard before. Suddenly, a porcelain masked figure in bright fuchsia robes apparates into view before you, hand outstretched in welcome.. or is it a warning?

WELCOME TO BURIAL SOCIETY, Admin Pixie! You have been accepted for the role of FLEAMONT POTTER. This is where I would gush and talk about what I liked about the app, but it seems a little self-congratulatory and I’m not sure that we’ve earned that. Insert clever joke about how well you seem to know the character here. Pause for canned laugh track.

Now that you’ve been initiated, travel by floo network to THE CHECKLIST –– remember to enunciate, we don’t want any accidents –– and be sure to send in your character blog within the next 48 hours unless you want to come down with a bad case of vanishing sickness!

O U T O F C H A R A C T E R

NAME/ALIAS: I’m Admin Pixie, but when I don’t have my admin hat on, you can call me Moe!

PRONOUNS: She/Her

AGE: 23

TIMEZONE: GMT+3

TRIGGERS: [redacted]

ACTIVITY: 10/10 –– If I’m not online I’m lurking, and if I’m not lurking I’m online. In the circumstances under which I’m neither online nor lurking, I’m probably doing uni stuff or other real life nonsense.

ANYTHING ELSE? [redacted]

I N C H A R A C T E R

NAME/ALIAS: Fleamont Rashmik Potter

FLEAMONT –– latin & french. fleeing mountain RASHMIK –– gujarati. little light beam POTTER –– english. pottery maker –– OFTEN NICKNAMED: Monty by friends, Flea by foes

FACECLAIM: Avan Jogia

PRONOUNS & GENDER: Cis man, he/him

BIRTHDAY: April 17th, 1925. Aries.

Aries is the first sign of the zodiac, and that’s pretty much how those born under this sign see themselves: first. Aries are the leaders of the pack, first in line to get things going. Whether or not everything gets done is another question altogether, for an Aries prefers to initiate rather than to complete. Do you have a project needing a kick-start? Call an Aries, by all means. The leadership displayed by Aries is most impressive, so don’t be surprised if they can rally the troops against seemingly insurmountable odds—they have that kind of personal magnetism.

BLOOD STATUS: Fleamont is a pureblood wizard, and was raised as such, although it seemed to always mean a little more to his mother than it did to his father. His mother had always impressed upon him the importance of representing their family well due to their reputation and legacy. His father had irritated her greatly when he’d earned their exclusion from the sacred twenty-eight due to his outspoken views on muggles and muggleborns. Fleamont in this case, as in most cases, tended to agree with his father. He’d never thought himself special for any reasons due to his blood or lineage and thought it insulting that worth or value in people should be decided on anything other than their individual accomplishments.

OCCUPATION: Fleamont currently works for the ministry as a licensed Obliviator. It’s not the job of his dreams, but due to his background experience in charms and defensive magic built up after a childhood spent bullied for his name, it was easy enough to rise up in the ranks to the mid-level position he finds himself in today. His five year plan has illustrated the distinct possibility of him being able to snag a seat amongst the wixen of Wizengamot, however–– though now that remains to be seen, as for the first time since his graduation from Hogwarts, Fleamont has been occupied with other pursuits and goals.

POSSESSIONS: Describe at least three ( 3 ) possessions of theirs. They don’t have to be prized or valuable in any way.

001 –– INVISIBILITY CLOAK. An heirloom from his father’s side. It was what Fleamont had been swaddled in as a babe when returned home from St. Mungo’s after he’d been born, had been the main component of every pillow-fort he’d ever constructed, and now almost always stayed within his reach either used instead of a blanket when sleeping or carefully tucked away into one of his pockets enhanced with an undetectable extension charm. Henry had never taught Fleamont to treat the cloak as a fragile herloom, but Fleamont revered it all the same, coming to think of the beautifully embroidered artifact as an extension of not only himself, but now also his late father and the ancestors who had used the cloak before them. 002 –– FOEGLASSES. After his father’s disappearance and subsequent reappearance, Fleamont has been struck by a bolt of paranoia so intense, it turned his way of thinking and seeing the world upside-down. Having many friends and acquaintances in all offices and departments at the ministry was what made it possible for him to get his hands on this prototype. Foeglasses, named after the type of reflective material from which their lenses were crafted, are a type of bifocal spectacles that were crafted to allow the wearer to detect the proximity and identity of their enemies. Fleamont feels safer when he wears them, even though he knows they’re still in the early stages of development and are rather defective–– laughably, they even marked Lysander as a foe before he’d gone to the inventor to have him fix that issue, charming them to ignore whatever it was that made Lysander stand out as anything other than the most loyal friend Fleamont had ever known. 003 –– ENGRAVED POCKET WATCH. It was the one that had belonged to his father. The one they found on his waterlogged corpse. Of course it didn’t work anymore, now cracked and water-damaged, but Fleamont refused to let anyone else touch it or repair it, instead wearing the defunct device as a reminder of what he’d vowed to himself the moment he and his mother had realized his father had gone missing in the first place: that he would figure out exactly what had happened, and that he would bring those responsible to justice. Sleepless nights often found him ruminating on his plan of vengeance, thumb rubbing over the engraved words that his father had so often quoted aloud –– Let justice be done though the heavens should fall.

CONNECTIONS:

LYSANDER ZABINI — partner in crime justice — Fleamont has always considered Lysander to be his one and only best friend, from the very first time they’d met looking up at the Hogwarts express with awe in their wide eyes at eleven. He’s one of the only people Fleamont still fully trusts, and that’s saying a lot, as after the murder of his father Fleamont doesn’t trust anyone. AUGUSTA ABBOTT — proselytization — Though he knows the kind of people Augusta calls her friends, Fleamont can’t help but try and get closer to her in order to convince her to join his cause, having heard from several people all about what an asset she would be. EUPHEMIA GIBBON — star crossed — Euphemia has been the object of Fleamont’s affection on and off, secretly and not-so-secretly, from as early as his his fifth year. However, no matter how close he tries to get to her, something seems to stand in the way, to pull her away from him, much to Fleamont’s constant and confused heartache.

HEADCANONS:

001 –– Ashwina Potter, née Kaushik, raised her son as any fine wizard back home would have been raised –– she made sure he knew of and respected the traditions Ashwina herself had been raised with; that he respected and observed each holiday and festival, abstained from consuming certain dishes and meats, memorized at least three different prayers, and that he knew enough Gujarati to be able to read and write letters back home to their relatives in India. As a young adult now, the way he was raised often manifests in Fleamont choosing meals without meat at all when dining out at unfamiliar establishments, apologizing and cancelling plans with friends because he’s forgotten a certain holiday or festival was scheduled to take place on the same date, and during formal events, to make his mother happy he dons a beautifully embroidered Jodhpuri suit. 002 –– The first time Fleamont had ever tasted coffee, he’d had to quickly cover up the grimace his expression wanted to twist into, and instead swallowed that bitter hot bean water down and tried for a queasy, shaky smile. Never again. He's always held the opinion that if anyone should be drinking anything, it was tea. Black tea clouded with fresh milk and sweetened with a respectable amount of sugar was what made his world go ‘round. If he wasn’t amongst plebeians he would of course steep that tea with cardamom, cloves, cinnamon, and sometimes when he wanted to feel special he would add in candied ginger and star anise. 003 –– Growing up with unmanageable and untamable hair that seemed to have a mind of its own as well as its own idea of what length it should be, Fleamont Potter had spent much of his adolescence looking for a solution. This slowly turned into an affinity for potions and brewing, resulting in his experimentation for various balms, salves, and other brews that he had no choice but to experiment with on himself. At some point in his sixth year he seemed to have struck gold, and for once he was bombarded with a flurry of compliments and questions as to what he’d done with his hair. He’d patented the solution, starting a small company and selling a few tins of the hair cream under the name Sleekeazy's Hair Potion –– He felt guilty about liking potions so much, especially because he and his father had always agreed that Fleamont would be following in Henry’s footsteps, and didn’t want this venture to affect the future that had already been mapped out for him –– and now he has it on good authority that it’s gained quite a bit of popularity across the pond, over in America.

004 –– Growing up, Fleamont Potter had always hated his name. No matter how many times Henry assured him that it was a fine and upstanding family name, it did nothing to shield him against the merciless bullies that would target him and call him names almost half as cruel as his given one. Eventually, Fleamont had had enough and, against his father’s wishes, studied up on defensive magic enough to beat anyone who had anything to say about his name in a duel so thoroughly that larger-than-life rumors began to spread about him and what he could do, and the bullying swiftly stopped. His father grounded him for three months when he found out, marking it as Fleamont’s first and last defiance against his father’s wishes, but even so Fleamont couldn’t help but smile every time he walked down the halls of his school after the fact, unbothered and unworried. 005 –– After graduating Hogwarts, Fleamont had entered an internship program at the Ministry of Magic almost immediately, and moved out of his family home to live in a small flat just above the Leaky Cauldron. Though his mother had been reluctant to let him go, Henry Potter had assured her that it was good for the boy to gain some independence. Fleamont has lived there to this day with a golden-eyed tabby cat he’d affectionately named Odoti, and a roommate. Though he could certainly afford to live alone off of his earnings from Sleekeazy’s, he still preferred to share the space with another person, more for company than anything else. Lately, though, Fleamont has been spending less time at the flat and more time either in his office or back at the Potter manor, caring for his mother.

WRITING SAMPLE: [redacted]

ANYTHING ELSE? [redacted]

O P T I O N A L

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meliorarp-blog · 7 years ago

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Congratulations, Alex! You have been accepted as James Potter with the FC of Tyler Posey. Please remember to see our check list, which includes sending in your account within 24 hours - or your role will be re-opened.

ABOUT YOU

Name/alias: alex Age: 25 Pronouns: she/hers Timezone: mst Triggers (if any): - Anything else: -

ABOUT THE CHARACTER

Name of desired character and their birthday:

Who do you want to play? James Potter, March 17th 1960

Wanted FC:

Bob Morley, Tyler Posey [ACCEPTED] Dev Patel

Why do you want to play them?:

I cannot express in just a few words my love for the Potter family, they are my babies and I adore them. I started roleplaying James Sirius Potter and Lily Luna Potter about, not kidding, 9 years ago. Then when the Marauders rp started getting popular, playing James Potter was an amazing adventure.

I love everything James is, everything he represents. In school he is this prat, this asshole with a heart of gold who keep tryings and doing things he feels even if he does not always (if ever) think them through. BUT HE GROWS OUT OF THIS. In canon we get to see him being an annoyingly obnoxious little shit who thinks he’s all that, but the path he had to take - in just 2 years - to get to be a Head Boy; well, god damn, he must have gone through some intense character development and I love this about him. He’s that friend who would die for you, and he’s also that asshole who gives everyone headaches; he is flawed and real in my mind, and yeah, I just love the guy okay but I recognize he has so much shit to go through to become the leader we all know him to be.

Character responsibilities and/or student activities:

Gryffindor Quidditch Team Chaser and Captain

Charms Club

Slug Club

Headcanons:

James Potter draws - and he draws rather well. Those doodles y’all see him do in his Transfiguration homework? Well, they are but smaller versions of drawings he’s planning to do. While he tends to draw things he sees often - the common room’s fireplace, some Qudditch strategies with the pitch included and all, a few odd flowers he saw out in the Forbidden Forest - he’s also tried his hand at drawing animals and people. He is not at his best though, so he keeps those drawings hidden beneath his ever growing pile of clothes next to his bed.

James is absolutely a Mama Bear to the marauders; James makes sure Remus has his assortment of chocolate after a bad night, he writes How-To guides for Peter so he can ask that cute Ravenclaw girl out, and he was all but ready to murder someone when Sirius got to his house that night he was disowned from his family. James Potter cares, and he cares deeply and passionately for those he loves; the marauders are his brothers, and don’t you dare talk shit about any of them because you will regret it for the rest of your life.

Surprisingly to many, James Potter is actually an excellent student. Yes, he’s a troublemaker and en route to breaking all records in regards to detention, but he rarely turns in his homework late - except for History of Magic - and he got Outstanding in nearly all his O.W.Ls. Not so surprisingly to his parents, or his mates; while he’s not bookworm smart, James has a great capability to learn hands-on without the need to sit down for hours to memorize facts or instructions. The boy has common sense and logic down to a tee. There’s a reason they all were able to become animagus at a such young age, and some of it had to do with his reasoning skills. He falls on this stigma of being an asshole and a sort of reckless bad boy, and he doesn’t really care to correct anyone - but Merlin’s sake, if he hears one more person surprised at him being in a library, he might just lose it.

Biography

James Charlus Potter was born on a surprisingly sunny Spring morning to Euphemia and Fleamont Potter, a well respected couple in the wizarding world. For years, the Potters had tried and failed to bring a bit more joy to their world; they nearly gave up before James blessed their life with his looks and his charm. That is what you’ll hear of him, at least. James absolutely grew up in a warm, loving household. His childhood was lively and vibrant; he’d play every day with his father and his mother would sing him to sleep. Amongst the society, he was well-known for being a rambunctious and rather spoiled child, but loved and adored nonetheless. His dreams were full of adventures and his future full of possibilities.

Going to Hogwarts was the adventure he awaited the most; while he’d heard countless of stories from his parents, he simply could not wait to be with other children. As the only son, he only got to play with other kids whenever he happened to go to the village’s park; and even that was odd as his mother was often sick and unable to take him (not that he complained, he’d rather play with the cat than get his mum sicker). From the first time he met the Marauders, James knew they’d be good mates for life. In fact, he’s kind of determined on it. Being sorted in Gryffindor was a given to him as well; the best house in Hogwarts, he belonged with the lions and their daring, courageous lifestyle. As many do notice, James is a bit too sure of himself and what he wants; or he did, at least. Growing up also means changing, and lately he has felt a shift within his character. He has always cared, for noble causes, for his people, for his family; but now that his last days at Hogwarts are approaching, he feels a bit at loss. War is just outside their castle walls, and he cannot ignore it any longer. Arrogant and spoiled as he is, James has become highly aware of the wrongs and injustices his closest mates face, and he’s simply not willing to do nothing about it.

#james potter #marauders era rp #marauders rp #hp rp #skeleton rp #accepted #submission

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mutantsrisingrpg · 5 years ago

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Congratulations DREA! You’ve been accepted as HATI.

I think I speak for all of us when I say how excited we are to finally have Minka! Minka is a product of her upbringing, someone that had to learn what it was like to survive in this world - and the voice you weaved throughout the bio section showed just that. I could feel her pain while I read and ugh, did I love every single second of it. And the way you broke Minka down at the very end of her bio, “She was poison; she was power; she was terrifying,” is something that stuck with me when I read your app.

Welcome to Mutants Rising! Please read the checklist and submit your account within 24 hours.

Out of Character Information:

NAME/ALIAS: Drea

PRONOUNS: She/Her/They

AGE: 36

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: CST (GMT-5) and I can probably commit a few times a week to writing replies as long as someone is willing to write with me. I will likely never be rapid-fire but I will exist.

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: Minka Nichols

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis female, She/Her

DETAILS & ANALYSIS:

To me, even though Minka is powerful she’s been dealt a raw deal. As far as I’m concerned, because of her mutation (or shortly after it manifested), things started to go wrong for her. Yes, she’s powerful, but at the same time (in my headcanon) she found out because of her ability to draw life from things she’d likely never have children. She was literally a hollowed-out husk that could take but never utilize or create things.

To deal with that amount of power, that amount or prejudice (both from her heritage as a human being and a mutant) and come out the other side anything but bitter would be nigh impossible. I think she’s a pillar of strength because if she put anything else forward people would try to shatter her constantly, and she isn’t having that.

I did some menial research into the name Minka and found this bit of information: People with this name have a deep inner desire to use their abilities in leadership, and to have personal independence. They would rather focus on large, important issues, and delegate the details.

That, to me, sort of fits her perfectly. A desire for power that rests heavy upon her head but also this deep-seated desire to keep herself separate from – and safe from – what most attachments can bring.

BIO:

She’d been a happy child.

Jovial, good-natured, friendly to everyone and everything around her. Her mutation hadn’t activated yet, so no one was afraid of her, even if some people did try to treat her differently.

Minka had no place to go but up, and it wouldn’t be on the backs of those beneath her, but arm in arm with her friends and family.

Until all that change…

She was ten when the mutation first came, and her mother had died in her arms – shocking for a child to be holding and begging their mother to breathe while being the one thing that kept them from doing so – and she’d cradled her mother’s face and whispered how sorry she was.

Still a sweet girl, still so sorry for what had happened; she hadn’t meant to! It had been a mistake… no one believed her.

Worst, no one trusted her anymore.

Her father left shortly after her mother had passed, and she went into the system. Not the normal system that most people are used to; it wasn’t foster care and then adoption, it was facility after facility for children with ‘special needs’ that was a glorified prison for gifted children. She hadn’t been blessed to be picked up by some benefactor who wanted to take care of her or nurture her gifts, and instead, it wasn’t until she was 18 and free of that tortuous system that she found anything close to family.

It would never be hers, though – her own family, her own blood – the doctors had assured her she had no chance; no amount of help would allow her body to contain and properly produce life, and that broke her in ways she could never have imagined.

Mutation. It was a four-letter word as far as society was concerned, and hers was easier to hide than most. But the registry made it harder for her to slide under the radar, and her power was documented as something dangerous – something to be monitored and watched – and instead of trying to eschew that label, she leaned into it.

If she were meant to be dangerous, she would remain dangerous and make fear into her life’s blood. If she were meant to be avoided, she would act as if avoidance was the goal; solitary confinement of her own choosing.

Minka found a place – a family of sorts – where she could flourish. Her gifts were encouraged, her power was envied, and she – for the first time since she was a child – knew what it was like to belong and have some semblance of love. Even keeping her distance, the burgeoning level of hope for something better kept her warm in her moments alone.

The anomaly happened, and then from that a Chance; a miracle in the making that led her slowly toward a path of hope and wonder, until it was snatched from her fingertips and forced her to crawl back with hat in hand on her belly, begging to be accepted again for thinking in her ignorance that she deserved something so precious – so perfect.

She was poison; she was power; she was terrifying.

She would never be weak again.

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

Damien - I think he was the first deviation she had from her plan of staying completely and utterly self-sufficient outside her role in the Syndicate. He was an anomaly – a blip that shouldn’t have been but that she wouldn’t, if asked, change for the world – and something she hadn’t seen coming. And she had never thought she’d love anyone so much in her life. It was never meant to turn into something more than that, but when their son came along and then was taken from her (however she might be able to understand given her powers she’ll never understand as a mother) it all felt like sand in her mouth. He will forever hold a place in her heart that she won’t speak of nor visit, despite her want to return.

Chance - A miracle, plain and simple. A woman whose whole life had been drawing life from things and being a void of nothingness herself – she brought death, not life – had given birth to something so incredibly special and perfect, and had it ripped from her in a way that still stings. She keeps an eye on him, I imagine, however from afar. She wants to get to know him, and she wants to be a part of his life, but their positions make that nearly impossible… it doesn’t mean it won’t happen, though.

ANYTHING ELSE: I swung for the fences with my interpretation and I’m admittedly terrible at writing bios. It sounds like an esoteric mass of information more than anything, but I’m hoping it conveys what I felt for her. As far as the headcanon that she was told she couldn’t’ have children and that Chance was literally a miracle, that one feels so home for her that I hope it’s okay. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this application. ♥

#accepted #accepted: hati

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morsmordrehasbeensaved · 7 years ago

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CONGRATULATIONS KAY, YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED AS JAMES POTTER WITH THE FACECLAIM OF TYLER POSEY!

We can not tell you how excited we were when you decided to reapply, Kay! Your first application had already been stellar but this one for James blew us out of the water as well - the personality, the biography, even the beautiful mockblog you made, everything just clicked for us and we could not wait to have James as an addition to our little group here.

Check out our acceptance checklist right here on what to do next!

♔ OUT OF CHARACTER INFO ♔

NAME/ALIAS:

Kay

AGE:

I’m 27 (hello, I’m the rp grandma), and my birthday is January 30 - fun story: when I read Deathly Hallows for the first time, I freaked out at the graveyard scene because Lily Potter and I share a birthday and that sort of spoiled the emotional impact of the scene for me.

PREFERRED PRONOUNS:

She/her/hers

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY:

I’m from Arizona so we’re in MST right now (although we don’t change with daylight savings, which is nice) and also GMT -7. For activity, I would say probably a six or seven out of ten, depending on how long threads are in general here. I’m a teacher, so I’m gone most of the day and rping is how I relax at night, but sometimes I get home just too tired to write anything. That doesn’t usually happen, and if the rp does mostly short threads, I can almost always do some replies at night. Longer threads can be a little more difficult.

TRIGGERS:

REMOVED.

ANYTHING ELSE:

REMOVED.

♔ IN CHARACTER INFO ♔

FULL NAME:

James Potter. Although there are many nicknames that people have bestowed up him, the most common one is Prongs, used by the fellow Marauders.

BIRTHDAY AND AGE:

Born on March 27, 1960, James is now seventeen years old (and apparates anywhere possible just to be obnoxious).

PRONOUNS:

He/him/his

SEXUALITY/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:

James has never really set a label to his sexual or romantic attractions. Primarily it’s to one Lily Evans, however; he’s been half in love with her since he was eleven and he doesn’t really consider anyone else. However, he isn’t above rolling in the hay (or an extra classroom, as it usually ends up) with someone willing. His partners so far have all been female, but he would admit to an interest in a male or two, if pressed while under the influence of good firewhiskey.

But really, it’s all Lily Evans for James Potter.

EXTRACURRICULARS:

No, the extracurriculars look great!

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

-Flippant: Although this is one area of his life that’s changing now, James has always had a hard time taking things seriously. He prefers to look at life as a joke without considering the real world and its consequences. After the events of his summer, though, he can’t do this as much anymore and he’s beginning to grow up. -Arrogant: As the only child and a surprise baby, James was rarely opposed by his parents,. With no siblings to temper the spoiling, James grew up with a high view of himself, and this was only compounded by the Marauders; they fueled his self-image and his arrogance grew greater. Another of the areas of his life that’s changing, James still talks about himself highly but he’s beginning to see that he’s really not as great as he always believed. -Thoughtless: This could also accurately be described as impulsive. James never thought through his actions as a child, and even now, only rarely stops to think about it. One of the few exceptions to this has been when one of the other Marauders does something - see Sirius nearly getting Snape killed. But when no one else is in danger, James doesn’t think much of how his actions could affect him.

+Courageous: Brought up with a strong sense of right and wrong, James has never been unwilling to do the right thing. He’ll go as far as he needs to if he thinks there are wrongs to be righted, and this has only grown stronger through the years. +Selfless: This is a trait that is still in development but can be seen through some of his actions - again, see him saving Snape after Sirius told him how to get past the Whomping Willow. James has a great capacity for putting the safe and well-being of others ahead of his own. +Genuine: Brought up in pureblood society, James learned at a young age how to mask his feelings under a veneer of politeness, and he does that when he has to but it’s not a very strong mask. He doesn’t see the need to hide his feelings so he only does it when necessary. Even when he’s being polite, it’s clear how James really feels about a person or situation.

BIOGRAPHY:

James Potter came into the world on a unusually balmy word mild spring day, after a long and tiring labor for his mother. Neither Fleamont not Euphemia cared about anything so mundane as the weather or the labor as they took turns holding their son - the child they had given up hope of ever having. As the only child of a pureblood couple and one who had been longed for, it was inevitable that James would be spoiled as a child. His parents were guilty of purchasing the latest broomsticks, any toy that James so much as looked at, and the finest wizarding fashions. The only truly surprising thing about his childhood was that James somehow kept a good nature and care for others despite all that.

It was his good nature that allowed him to look at people like Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew and decide they would be his best friends. Sirius wasn’t a stretch, as a fellow pureblood, but they bonded almost immediately upon their meeting on the Hogwarts Express. When they met Remus and Peter later on, the story went much the same. The boys had an instantaneous connection and James knew from the beginning that he had met people who would be with him through thick and thin. Although they were certainly the best of friends, they weren’t always the best influences - and James was never a great influence on them either.

During their second year, the boys finally took note of Remus’s continued absences and their suspicious timing, and realized that he was a werewolf. Though it was the first time James had been confronted with anything like this, James didn’t think twice about it; he knew the sort of person Remus was and it didn’t matter that he was a werewolf. They wanted to help, and eventually came to the perfect solution. They would become Animagi, so they could go with Remus during his transformations and keep him company that way. It took three years, but they managed to accomplish it, to their immense pride. As both a complicated piece of magic and a testament to their friendship, James would say it was the crowning moment of his life so far.

His school years were eventful, with James regularly being sent to detention along with his friends for their pranks and misbehavior. Despite the good heart James had hidden under his other personality traits, he had a bad habit of misusing his talents and the pranks they committed weren’t always innocent jokes. James developed a reputation for hexing other people, even those who didn’t necessarily deserve it. The most frequent person on the receiving end of his bad side was Severus Snape. After a particularly rocky introduction and jealousy over Lily Evans, the two boys never were able to move beyond anger at each other. Things came to a head in their fifth year, a moment which James referred to only as the incident. Although his behavior remained much the same for sixth year, James began to wonder if Lily was right and he needed to grow up a little.

That was only the beginning - the beginning of the end, some might say. After witnessing what the Death Eaters and Grindelwald’s supporters are capable of the summer between sixth and seventh years, James knew he had to shape up. The time for fun and games had passed, and the time to get serious about the future had come. James is looking forward to his seventh year and the chance to make a mark at Hogwarts.

ADDITIONAL INFO:

I see this as a really pivotal time for James. He’s becoming the man he’ll be known as - the one who tried to hold off Voldemort wandless to give his wife and son a few more minutes, the man who defied Voldemort three times. However, that’s only a seed as of yet, and James will be developing those traits through his seventh year, and beyond. To help with the development (as a sort of jump-start), I have a headcanon that he witnessed some of the things Death Eaters are capable of over the summer. It was the first time he became aware of how bad things really could be and how dangerous life was for those who weren’t purebloods, and he’s come back to Hogwarts ready to help change it.

I didn’t put this in the character traits because I had three and three, but I also see James as a generous person (something he passed along to his son) and he’s always willing to share what he has - money, food, clothing, etc. But at the same time, he doesn’t always think about how money, or the lack thereof, affects other people. He’s careless with his wealth even as he’s generous with it.

Okay so for this next point, I need to give you a little anecdote but it has a point, I promise. In one of my first rps, one of the members said about her character that he was like Tinkerbell, and could only experience one emotion at a time. That’s sort of how I see James - not totally, of course, but to a large degree, he feels what he feels and there’s not much room for anything else. He’s learning to control it a little, and to control his reactions with the emotions, but it’s still there. Pretty much one thing or another at all times.

Plot-wise, I’d really like to see James interact with people who will push him, one way or the other. He’s in a position where he can change a lot, and for the better, but it’s a little shaky and he could easily be pushed in a less desirable direction. I think that Lily had (and will have) a lot to do with his development but he also wants to change for himself.

James is a different sort of character than what I normally write and I’m a little nervous but excited about the idea of pushing myself with him. I usually tend toward characters who are a lot more neutral and nonconfrontational and I know James isn’t going to be like that.

I have a mockblog here with some edits and things, and I’ll probably do some answers to development questions over the weekend (if I have time; I’ll be grading forever).

#morsmordre accepted #james potter #new rp #harry potter rp #marauders rp

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vieuxnoyesrp · 7 years ago

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Cara, unbeknownst to many, you have always been a part of VN, whether as a member, a cheerleader, or a supportive shoulder when times got tough. Just like Evelyn, you’ve always born your lot with dedication, humility, and drive, and we admins have witnessed that in both your writing and your personality. When it comes to your writing, we were delighted by the many facets to Evelyn which you captured in you app, shedding light on the multitude of complicated positions she holds. With big things in store for the Arcane Society, your application couldn’t have come at a better time, and we look forward to demystifying the murky future with you and Evelyn as our story continues.

Cara, thank you very much for applying. As for Evelyn…

⚜ ~ WELCOME TO VIEUX NOYÉS!!! ~ ⚜

Wondering what to do next? Click here and let the good times roll!

⚜ Roleplayer:

⤜ Name/alias: Cara

⤜ Pronouns: She/Her

⤜ Age: Ageless. And also 32.

⤜ Timezone: EST

⤜ Activity: Between 7 and 8 I think. I’ve been better with activity in another group. As you know, I have a son (8 months!!!) but our days are getting better. I do a lot of roleplaying on mobile during feedings and naps. I’m feeling more inspired and creative than in the past and I do make time to come online daily.

⤜ Best form of contact: Tumblr

⤜ Any Triggers? None. I mean, I recently found out that I will cry anytime someone start talking about Forrest Gump but that’s another story.

⤜ How did you find Vieux Noyés? I didn’t. It found me.

⤜ What drew you to the RP? The admins.

⤜ What is one subplot/element from the Plot page that you are particularly looking forward to seeing in this roleplay?

The Salem Coven plot is particularly interesting. I like when some kind of wars for territory takes place and I have the feeling this will be an epic one.

The hunters’ guild is something I can’t wait to see develop. I have the feeling they will try to get back to where they once were and that it won’t be a peaceful process.

I know this isn’t in the plot page, but the three upcoming factions are really intriguing me and I’m eager to see what that’s all about!

⚜ Desired Character: Evelyn Jones

⤜ Why do you want this character?

My (failed) attempt to write for Sophie made me realized that I wasn’t cut for canon characters and it might be why I managed to submit a decent application for Jenna, she wasn’t very canon. Back when I was more actively stalking the main, Evelyn was a character that stood out, but she was taken. There’s something in her apparent shallowness and boredom that’s intriguing because she seems to be much more than what she settled for. She has everything she thought she wanted only to realized that maybe it wasn’t what she needed. There’s a fragility in the character but only a dormant strenght. And then there’s the strange pregnancy. It’s obvious that her child is a Jones, meaning it posses some abilities but how will that affect her is interesting.

⤜ What are your future plans for this character?

The first obvious answer is to figure out her relationship with Rogan and what went wrong as well as dealing with the pregnancy from hell. But also as important, Evelyn has to find herself again. As a woman and an artist, she needs to take back the controls of her life and stop watching her life pass her by. I want her to figure out what’s going on with her pregnancy and explore how much it will impact her. There’s also her finding out about more than just psychics. Lastly, I’d like her to stop feeling like such a fish out of water among the Jones and to realize that a simple human being can be as exceptional than one with abilities.

⤜ Put yourself in your character’s shoes. Give us a few lines to describe a day in the life of your character:

Evelyn wakes up every morning, or at least, most of them, to an empty bed. Not that she wakes up at outrageous hours, but as a stay-at-home wife, and mothers to be, she doesn’t have to get up at the crack of dawn. Still in her bedclothes, she slowly makes herself a cup of coffee as well as a bowl of oatmeal with fruits. She read the newspaper on her iPad and once that’s over, when she’s not feeling too empty, she makes her way to her studio, where a blank canvas has been staring at her for months. She plays around with her colour but doesn’t dare touch them with a brush anymore. Usually, by noon she’s out the door and making her way to one shop of another. Polite smiles are offered to the shop and boutiques owners who knows her just too well by now. She buys things with needing them, just because she can and it offers her some meagre sense of satisfaction. It often take her days to unpack her new items. She fixes herself something healthy for diner and eats alone, most of the time. When Rogan is there, she does her best to charm him with small talk and laughters but none of it feels sincere anymore. The pass the evening, she’ll call her family or old girlfriends and either read in bed of watch television. Her days are filled with the same actions that are driving her crazy, in a different way than her pregnancy.

⤜ Give us three headcanons regarding your character of choice.

Evelyn loves the scent of oil paint and will often open a tube just to smell it.

She often looks at her hand and find them too smooth, too clean, too perfect as she no longer paint or sculpt like she used to. Her hands are a sign of failure to her.

When she’s deep in thoughts, she plays with her gold necklace, a family heirloom that her mother gave her as a wedding gift.

⤜ What are some plots you’d like to explore with your characater?

Other than those mentioned in her bio (I’m really interested in her finding out about what goes bump in the night), I’d like Evelyn to take a more important role by her husband and not just some arm candy. I’d like a plot where she finds out what’s happening to her, even if she has to do it on her own. I’m sorry that my currents plot ideas revolve mostly around her husband and baby but there’s such an important part of her and one that she has to find her bearing into.

⤜ Para sample:

(Retained for privacy)

⤜ Would you like to be considered for another character if not accepted as your primary choice? Not for now. I would have to read all the bios again and fill another app to be sure I can feel the character.

⤜ Have you read the rules?: Yes, multiple times.

⤜ Anything else? I want you all to know that if you don’t think I have the activity or the skills to be in VN, I will totally understand and not hold bad feelings towards any of you or your roleplay. I might also not be the person for Evelyn and I understand that. I won’t see not getting Evelyn as a rejection. I respect and love you all too much to turn it into something it’s not. I’m aware of my situation and my skills. The last thing I want is for you to feel like you have to accept the app because it’s me or anything like that. Also, if you feel like there’s a section or more of this application that I should work on, I would be happy to take guidance. I also want to thank you for reading this but for writing a character as inspiring as Evelyn. If nothing more, I had fun writing this app!

#Yvonne Strahovski #Yvonne Strahovski FC #psychic rpg #literate roleplay #bio rp #Accepted

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childrenofathoria-rp-blog · 7 years ago

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◆Out Of Character Information◆

Name/Age: Lash / 25 Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Timezone: EST Desired Character: Jade Nicoline

◆Character Information◆

(1) What pronouns will your character be using? Would you like to list their sexuality at this time?:

Jade is male but I felt like his nature is to be free. This being said I expect he is fine with whatever people perceive him to be. HE can appear both feminine and masculine at times so it really depends on the occasion.

As far as his sexuality, I feel that he holds a fascinating for undefined beauty. He is attracted to beautiful things, beautiful people. He judges the inner realm of beauty and given his experiences I feel like he is an excellent judge of a person’s aura.

With all this being said I plan to write him with they/them and he/him…..if this makes sense.

(2) Any changes or comments? (you might want to change their age, their faceclaim, or maybe a small piece of their history, any alias names. Please read our rules on FC changes before asking for one)

FC: JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER -- APPROVED

Since he is male, would it be possible to refer to his given name as Jaden but have him go by Jade. I know in the past that Jade was portrayed as a female but I love this idea of an androgynous male approach. -- APPROVED

(3) Why this character? (briefly tell us why you picked this character)

Nature is a beautiful environment. I love the idea of portraying a mortal being enthralled by their surroundings on such a spiritual level. There is a piece in the bio about when they moved to the city and how it was so foreign and scary. I can totally relate to that feeling of too much noise and chaos, preferring a quiet life myself. The part that really snared me in to this bio was the conflict of their magic use. Jade is selfish and by all rights deserves to be with what they have been through, however Exploring the effects on their conscious in regards to their survival. Jade sees the world in the eyes of a nature. A bear will attack anyone who threatens her cubs. Jade will do whatever it takes to protect their business. The circle of life does not only involve peace but a medley of birth life and death. If one accepts good they must accept some form of evil, therefore there is a wealth to be gained by living in the grey area. They justify it by the law of the land rather than the law of man. There is a certain amount of respect for anyone who rises from the ashes of fear and despair to create something good. It doesn’t matter the means in which it was created but the fact that the past taught them how to survive and prosper. (But seeing how this is athoria…..How long with the prosperity really last for the bee keeper?)

(4) Interpret this character: (give us 2 or 3 solid paragraphs (the more the better!) of how you would play this character. Please make sure this interpret is different from any of your interview answers below (nothing duplicated). Some examples: What are some headcanons or troupes you have for them? What type of quests would you like to take your character on in this game? Talk about their supernatural abilities. Tell us about their clan and their role in their clan. How do they fit into their surroundings? Talk about their connections in-game. What are their viewpoints on the monarchy? How do they get along with other supernaturals? Talk about past history of Athoria and how it might contribute to the plot. Etc.)

The setting: Jade’s thoughts on the Latest events

Jade keeps to themselves for the most part but as Athoria changes there is a threat brewing that is beyond their control. All sorts of mysterious occurrences find their way to Jade’s doorstep in one form or another, a warning of things to come? Jade sees the threat in an array of violent ends. The event in Leeds alone was frightening enough. The business was running on borrowed time, magic harnessed to propel them into prosperity. Jade anxiety is on high alert. What will these events mean for their Coven? Can they hide forever or will they have to involve themselves? I believe Jade slips into deep thought about such things, perhaps even experiences panic attacks triggered by the potential of losing what they have worked so hard for.

Theo: Why Jade is so Triggered?

Those memories of Brailston are ones that Jade wishes to place deep in the past. If they could sever them forever they would. Lord Theo is a reminder of that life, that city, and the helplessness that they never wish to feel again. Trapped, cornered, caged; those fears are embodied in the walls of Brailston. Jade doesn’t speak about it but the mannerisms are more than enough to clue others in on the trauma buried within. If Jade sees the man they will slip into silence as they relive the madness. The life of slaving away for the debts of their father was made more difficult at the hands of theo. Maybe not intentionally but the heavy taxes increased the amount of stress in the entire house. Each person was willing to do whatever it took to get out, to escape. Jade had to do many things they would not normally do just to survive the years there. Theo is a reminder of those unnamed deeds.

The Secret Life of Bees: Jade’s relationships

Jade tends to keep within the Coven, their family. Others that have met Jade seem to be put off at first but that is because of their past. Building a working relationship is not easy without magic to quicken deals and make them feel “at home”. Jade likes making people see the beauty around them if only in the form of sampling honey.

Jade finds it difficult to speak at first. They are awkward. Their eyes piercing into anyone straying too close. If it were not for the quality of their honey no one would dare to stray down that beaten path and approach. Once the ice shatters and deals are made there seems to be some sort of appeal that keeps them coming back.

The Bees: Jade finds the hymns of busy bees relaxing and they are the only living things to hear of their experiences in Brailston. Jade enjoys their company.

Carter Perkins: They require honey and they pay well but it is the demeanor that really inspires Jade to do business with them. Their brief dealings always leave Jade with a smile.

The Coven: Jade’s new family.

Fleeing Brailston felt like nothing they had ever experienced. One could not know true freedom until they had been shackled down. It was beautiful until the breath ran out and Jade was at the crossroads. Go home or start anew. The anxiety was not cured at the dropping of their chains. Jade suffered post-traumatic stress. Their magic was nearly uncontrollable from the years of being pinned up in that house. It was the Coven who found them lost and scared. It was the Coven who ministered to their needs and pulled them out of the pit they had fallen into.

The very same coven taught them much about themselves. Jade discovered abilities and peace. Matilda was as a mother in many ways. They knew Jade needed guidance and without hesitation they offered it. For this Jade has forsaken their old family for Matilda and her Coven.

Jade was very pleased to receive their necklace and take up arms with the Coven. When traveling with the Coven or during ritual practice they wear a mask shaped from bone and dyed to resemble a Peregrine Falcon but it is hidden out of sight when not needed. Jade’s objective is to branch out and blend with society.

Good Versus Evil: Jade’s Journal

Every being has a will and a desire. Jade has seen the darkest sides of humanity and they have seen the kindness. Jade fully believes it is not their place to judge the actions of another. Good is subjective as well as evil. It is balance that keeps everything in check.

Observation of Nature has taught Jade many lessons about humanity. In the eyes of the deer, a human is evil for taking it’s very life but in the humans eyes they are only trying to survive. All these thoughts are written in a journal Jade keeps religiously. They err on the side of philosophy, longing to understand the method behind the actions. They are concerned with the reason rather than the act.

“I fled the city without hesitation. I longed for subtle silence, a calm peace. I needed to rekindle the quietness of my youth and so I set out to surround myself with nature, to discover a reason behind my captivity that might bring closer to my continuous blight. Instead I discovered the selfishness of man through the observation of nature. The endless circle of life and death existed before me and it will exist after. I observed birth and death with childlike wonder. Nature gives death meaning, a purpose. Therein lies the most disheartening realization. “ – excerpt from Jade’s Journal

Familiar: Peregrine Falcon (Aja)

Symbolizes: success, victory, and rising above a situation. I believe this fits Jade very well

The Omen: When you see a hawk it is said to be an omen from the divine. It signals a time in life when one needs to focus on the road ahead and prepare for a leadership role.

QUESTS:

Exploring the cities: The Coven has intentions to put feelers out into the surrounding cities. (At least that is my interpretation based on reading the covens page) I also want put put Jade back in Brailston at some point. Jade is reluctant to traverse so far into the hellish memories of Brailston. The city life is not for them. It induces panic at the very least. Matilda (If we ever get her in game) has inspired Jade to face those fears. Realizing that they need to cope to accomplish their duty as a mage in their coven. I don’t think Matilda is forcing this but Jade wants to make her proud. So having Jade venture out of that familiarity is a plan I have. The more of the world they see the more opportunities for advancing the development. It will also allow for much drama stemming out of their Traumatic Experiences.

Vera: It mentions the werewolf as a childhood friend. I would love to expand on this as far as writing with NPCs

Meeting other Gifteds outside of their coven.: I want to throw Jade into a bigger world. Seclusion has only offered up one thought process. I want them to see other areas of the gifted.

◆ Interview Questions

(1) Question One: What’s the worst weather you’ve ever produced? Was it on accident or purpose?

She was truly curious of my abilities. I could sense it in the way her eyes widened. Apparently weather manipulation is quite the feat. A smile graced my features, lips parted slightly as I spoke, “define worst. In nature weather is natural, full of purpose….” I wave my hand around in emphasis but I know what she’s getting at.

“how convenient for your business.”

Her smile matched my own. I felt like a diamond in the rough.

“It works out in my favor.” I did feel guilty but my work was far less devastating than the plagues humanity had brought on themselves with tainted magic. Maybe I was dancing a fine line but there are worse things I could do with the power. “I once caused a frost to throw off a competitors worker bees. I then purchased his colony and combined them into mine. I paid more than what the bees were worth” As if that justified it. My seclusion and my control of weather had my hive flourishing.

(2) Question Two: Are there any other raw ingredients from nature you find easy to work with?

“Besides honey?” I snickered at her question. I could sell honey for anything. It was such a versatile product. It has an indefinite shelf life and could be used for a number of things, like healing.

“Comfrey reduces iflamation, Cadendula contains masses of antioxidants, and Plantain leaves help keep my skin soothingly flawless.” I grinned. Years of botanical experimentation led me to great discoveries.

“I noticed your hands when you shook mine.” She remarked in a way that had my mind spiral back to our first meeting. I looked down for a moment as the memory flooded my mind. My hands were cracked and bleeding, marred from years of hard work. Repulsive. I blinked knowing full well she had purposefully led me into confronting the memory. She believed coping would cure my irrational anxieties, make me more valuable to infiltrate the cities surrounding our secluded Oak.

“You have not accepted the past I see.”

No, I remained in silence until she gracefully stood to her feet and made her way to leave me to suffer in my own devices.

The past never dies and I was in no shape to bury it.

◆Writing Sample:◆

The feel of the string against their fingers, the smell of the fall foliage hanging in the breeze; it was everything they had striven to preserve. The sound of the bow as it obeyed the pull of the string was music to their ears. This instrument accompanied the best musicians of nature. This was their life, living free among the freest. Striving to be at peace and to forget the past but that was far easier said than done. Jade fought back the onslaught of a memory. The finest of clothes came from the hide of kills. Hides fashioned into fancy clothes and leathers for those with a heavy purse. Jade was allotted rags then, dirty cloth unfit for use. Their eyes narrowed, focused on the vital area rather than the anger within. Anger was the avenue of chaos and chaos bred imbalance. Aiming for the kill with purpose, Jade released. The arrow flew true into the vitals of the stag. It grunted, kicked its back legs and sprinted into the underbrush. Fleeing the scene; running from those who might harm them, the stag did not know that hope was lost. Jade knew then that the death would be quick but the animals always fought hard, running on borrowed time instead of lying down to die. Jade believed it to be noble to strive until the bitter end. That very philosophy had gotten them further than any other logic.

Observation was the key. In Brailston they would pass by hundreds of people with ashen faces, the faces of those who were waiting to die rather than living to face death. A vow forged itself then. It was a promise that no matter how bad it got, Jade would fight until death. The days turned to years that shook the grounds of his promise. It was hard then but it got better after they found their home, their peace. Though nights come that still leave the mage with trembling nightmares, triggered by the events left unspoken. Even then they knew for certain that the end of their sentence would come. Day after day until the debt was repaid. They planned it at first as a child believes all things are short. It would only be for a little while. That’s what their mother had said. The promise shattered over many years until the day they stepped out past the walls of Brailston. Jade never looked back and neither did the stag.

Blood droplets coated the leaves and trees. A loud crash signified the end of a life and the beginning of a purpose. Finding the kill, Jade knelt by his side. They whispered thanks and gave the blessing, a ritual. This kill would feed and clothe them. Everything would find a purpose. Jade slipped their falcon mask from their brow. It was unusually warm for fall. Perhaps their manipulation had gone too far. The animal was still clinging to life. It was beautiful in its death. Jade ministered to his labored breaths, laying a hand upon its wounded side. “Your sacrifice is great.” They whispered as they cradled its head in their lap. “It will be over soon. There cannot be new life for your sons and daughters. You have lived many years and now it is their turn.” Jade spoke soft words of comfort. Death was never easy to behold but it was still beautiful. They hoped their own death would be with so much purpose. “I will use your offering, I appreciate what you give. “ The last breath was strained yet poetic. The respect seemed mutual as it should be. The reason they preferred the company of his like-minded companions. “Live free and die well brother.”

#athoria accepted #lsrpg #supernatural rpg #fantasy rpg

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vieuxnoyesrp · 7 years ago

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Wills. You’ve popped up on our OOC dash and in our inbox on the Main a couple of times over the past few months, and we’ve always been happy to catch up with you. We were happier still to see that you wanted to rejoin the group, and missed having your bubbly presence around on a consistent basis. As such, we were excited to receive an application for you, especially for a character as wanted by us (but generally overlooked in the fandom) as Josh Rosza. You nailed his personality throughout your application, and we loved how much insight you gave into his headspace (like his tendency to self-talk). Your headcanons offered a unique twist on what we were expecting with regards to his feelings on family, and we absolutely loved the amount of vivid imagery in your sample application as well as how clearly we could hear Josh’s ‘voice’ as a character. All in all, we’re stoked to have you back in the group and Josh in the roleplay!

Wills, thank you very much for applying. As for Josh…

⚜ ~ WELCOME TO VIEUX NOYÉS!!! ~ ⚜

Wondering what to do next? Click here and let the good times roll!

⚜ Roleplayer:

⤜ Name/alias: Wills

⤜ Pronouns: He/Him

⤜ Age: 23

⤜ Timezone: BST

⤜ Activity: 5-7 Every now and then I may have bursts of activity higher than this, but as you guys know, I have two jobs and rarely get a day off. But, I never work mornings so I do stuff then as well as staying up after work :) Also, we just got a new staff member at my main job so my shifts are gonna calm down like a lot when he finishes his training at the end of next week.

⤜ Best form of contact: On the account I will make, should I be successful

⤜ Any Triggers? Nope :)

⤜ How did you find Vieux Noyés? VN is my home, that’s how

⤜ What drew you to the RP? Everything. From the incredible admins, to the amazing and well thought out plot, the brilliant players and every tiny aspect and detail.

⤜ What is one subplot/element from the Plot page that you are particularly looking forward to seeing in this roleplay? Vampires “riding high on a wave of species supremacy.” All waves break, be it softly against a sandy shore, or crashing on the rocks. Also “echoes of humans that are something more;” Gets me every time I read it. I NEED to know what this means

⚜ Desired Character: Joshua Rozsa

⤜ Why do you want this character?

I’ve always loved Josh and always fancied the idea of playing him. He’s such an underrated character and the cutest, most pure vamp ever IMO. I think the reason I haven’t applied for him before is that he is different to my go-to character type. Which is exactly what I need. I’d like to focus on the fact that even through homophobia, homelessness and death, he has managed to concentrate on what is going well for him.

⤜ What are your future plans for this character?

I’m really looking forward to developing Josh’s friendships. Yeah, he’s had a tough time in terms of his parents and y'know, dying and all. But he’s still a friendly young guy who wants to have a good time with good friends. Of course there are certain factors getting in the way of him having that good time, I’m hoping it’s not too late to play out the battle of the bosses between Klaus and Marcel. His connections are full of pot opportunities to play on and I love it. Also, not to be ship-oriented or anything, but I feel like one of Josh’s main attributes is his need for a family, for somewhere to belong and someone to belong to. So, I’d to at some point explore the possibility of relationships for Josh as a future plot. Though I stress, not ship oriented playing.

⤜ Put yourself in your character’s shoes. Give us a few lines to describe a day in the life of your character… Where do they live? Where and how do they spend their time?

Josh’s days have been turned on their head, literally. He can’t go out during the day, which does kind of bum him out, though he remains hopeful that he’ll get a daylight ring soon. IT wouldn’t be so bad if he at least had the night times to himself, that was his favorite time anyway, but of course, his nights are occupied by work.

His days aren’t so bad, most of the vampires that can tell him what to do are out, having lives or doing important vampire work, he didn’t know. So he’d spend his free time on his computer, trying to find his way into the New Orleans underground club scene, mixing sets that he’ll never play publicly, or messing with random coding. He has even found himself building an encrypted instant messaging service that he would never use. Though, spying on someone would be a lot easier if the person he was spying for wasn’t a thousand years old and could use such a system.

Around twilight would be when Marcel would usually find him, give him the ins and outs of what had happened that day and what he wanted Josh to do that night. There usually wasn’t a lot of information, he got the idea that Marcel trusted him, but everyone was always on a need to know basis. Josh apparently didn’t need to know a lot.

Luckily for Josh, his errands were never too time consuming and he was never put on duty to patrol the quarter, (Though he was more and more often finding excuses to be stationed to guard Davina) so his first few hours of darkness could be spent getting his work over with, before the labourious task of finding a way to get information to Klaus. Josh wasn’t obliged to do this every night, he didn’t get information every night anyway, but he figured the more often his puppeteer was updated, the less he’d start jerking on the strings.

⤜ Give us three headcanons regarding your character of choice.

Something I mentioned in the previous section, I think Josh would have fairly large amount of the storage space on his laptop occupied by DJ sets that he has mixed himself but doubts he will ever get to pay. As well as accompanying light shows that he doesn’t have the equipment to play.

He sometimes thinks he is a bad person for not really missing his parents very much at all. He likes to focus on the fact that biological bonds aren’t everything they’re cracked up to be and that his parents abandoned him, not the other way around. He has accepted what happened, he knew that it would happen and was able to come to terms with it before it even did, so he doesn’t regret it. Just sometimes feels bad about not regretting it. Though, he is optimistic that he will find a family of his own. He has eternity to do so now.

Since he learned about the supernatural community, the idea of sex with a werewolf has been on his mind a lot. He has always liked rugged guys and though he didn’t want to generalize werewolves, most of them seemed to fit that stereotype. Josh knows he is supposed to hate them, but he can’t help thinking about how hot it would be.

⤜ What are some plots you’d like to explore with your characater?

One that’s a little bit unrelated to any of the current plots going on, but I really like the idea of: Josh finding what could possily be a secret comminity of supernatural techies on a forum in a deep corner of the dark web. He can’t be sure, because they’re all speaking in code, but he thinks he has cracked it. I mean, maybe that could tie in woth the hunters guild or the Arcane Society, who knows?

As stated previously, his connections are a world of opportunity, his reationship with davina and the play off between Marcel and Klaus are already gateways to somepretty big plots that can go on for a while. His suspicion of the eerie Sabine could lead to some sort of involvement or trouble with the Witches beyond his connection to Davina. I think Jeremy is an interesting and although at first unexpected connection, it makes complete sense considering what they’re both into, a great opportunity for some fun threads.

⤜ Para sample: (Retained for privacy).

⤜ Would you like to be considered for another character if not accepted as your primary choice? The Mikaelson brothers and Isaac are my other babies

⤜ Have you read the rules?: Damn Skippy I have

⤜ Anything else? (Retained for privacy).

#to rpg #Joshua Rozsa #Joshua Rozsa RP #Steven Krueger #Steven Krueger FC #Accepted

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vieuxnoyesrp · 8 years ago

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Marie. To give an analogy, your application was very much like one of Evelyn’s paintings; beautifully expressed, thoughtfully crafted, and with great attention to detail delivered in feather-light touches. We love how much you love her humanity; emphasizing that delicate balance between strengths and weaknesses that make us so compelling. She can’t be thrust into a single category; that of ‘victim’ or alternatively, ‘independent woman who doesn’t give a damn about the absences in her life’. She does give a damn, and that was important to us. Your reflection on Evelyn’s current circumstances - not living the life she wants or being the person she hoped to be - was wonderfully stark and honest. Your sample para also lent her an intriguing stubbornness while not losing the delicateness that is befitting of her situation. Overall, we loved the glimpse we got into your portrayal!

Marie, thank you very much for applying. As for Evelyn…

⚜ ~ WELCOME TO VIEUX NOYÉS!!! ~ ⚜

Wondering what to do next? Click here and let the good times roll!

⚜ Roleplayer:

⤜ Name/alias: Marie

⤜ Pronouns: she/her

⤜ Age: 30+ Older than Methuselah’s Aunt

⤜ Timezone: EST

⤜ Activity: 7-8 I’m a Mom and that will always take precedence. But I also primarily work from home so am on most days.

⤜ Best form of contact: tumblr messaging

⤜ Any Triggers? None

⤜ How did you find Vieux Noyés? Klailey

⤜ What drew you to the RP? Everything. The sheer dedication and love that shows through in every part of the RP; from the plot to the main itself.

⤜ What is one subplot/element from the Plot page that you are particularly looking forward to seeing in this roleplay? Just one? Hard choice. In a word, Humans. Finally a supernatural RP where the human element is not to be underestimated. They are not simply pawns or food. This is one of the reasons I am drawn to the character I chose. How does one aspire to be extraordinary in a world of supernatural beings?

⚜ Desired Character: Evelyn Jones

⤜ Why do you want this character? I have always felt drawn to characters who feel like the are sitting on the sidelines. She has married into this extremely exceptional family and suddenly everything she thought made her talented and special pales in comparison. She saw her life as one thing and the reality has been so much different. I know that I can personally relate to that and I want to explore how she both comes to terms with it and also creates a new, better reality for herself. She is not a victim who will blindly accept her fate. There is a fighter in there and I want to bring it out. The fact that she has to do it with no supernatural talents makes her all the more interesting to me.

⤜ What are your future plans for this character? There is so much potential in this character that it is extremely hard to narrow it down. Clearly, Evelyn is living her own version of “Rosemary’s Baby”, I want to really delve into how she copes with that. Instead of it being a debilitating time that throws her into even more chaos, I want to show how fiercely protective potential motherhood can make a person. I think through it, she will find the inner strength to start making changes in her life. Even if she gets knocked down a few times in the process. It won’t be an overnight change, but I don’t think even she knows how capable she really is when push comes to shove and it’s her or her baby’s life on the line.

⤜ Put yourself in your character’s shoes. Give us a few lines to describe a day in the life of your character… Where do they live? Where and how do they spend their time?

Evelyn has fallen into a definite rut in her life and it is definitely seen in how she spends her days. She has developed a routine that rarely changes from day to day. She rises early and goes for a walk (it used to be a run before pregnancy knocked the wind out of her). She finds comfort in noticing the small things along her route, minute changes that no one else would see. Something like a new birdhouse, or a knick in a fence post. She has breakfast alone, sometimes listening to music but always avoiding the news. The rest of her day is spent shopping for things she doesn’t need, for a luxurious home she doesn’t care about and a body that is now betraying her. If she spends any time with her husband it is in the evening at dinner or an event that he needs her to attend. She doesn’t relish these times. They are perfunctory and rote. Any joy she finds is in Jackson Square looking at art. It is the only time she feels free.

⤜ Give us three headcanons regarding your character of choice.

Favorite Colors: Evelyn favors bold bright colors in paintings. It used to be that way with her wardrobe as well. But as her relationship changed and her life began to morph into what it is now, she wears mostly neutral subdued colors.

Cali-Girl: Evelyn grew up the quintessential SoCal girl. She grew up surfing and loving the beach. Living on the Gulf is just not the same as the Pacific Ocean. She doesn’t hate New Orleans - she loves the art. But she is often homesick for the sun and sand of her youth.

Eye for Detail: Evelyn has an extraordinary eye for detail. She notices minute details about things that often go unnoticed by others. It made her a great artist and it makes her impeccably suited choosing the art that is auctioned off by the Arcane Society.

⤜ What are some plots you’d like to explore with your character?

Part of what really draws me to Evelyn is both her alienation and her impending motherhood. I would love to see her forced into a position of protecting herself and her child. What would that do to her already fragile psyche? Would she rise to the occasion (Spoiler alert: yes) But what would that look like? How far is she willing to go to save herself and/or her child. I would also like to get her creative juices flowing again and pick up that paintbrush! Finding a connection with someone, a friend, a mentor, etc, is also a top priority. Someone who doesn’t see her as the trophy wife.

⤜ Para sample:

(Retained for privacy)

⤜ Would you like to be considered for another character if not accepted as your primary choice? Not at this time

⤜ Have you read the rules?: Yep!

⤜ Anything else? Thank you for your consideration. You have truly built a remarkable place!

#yvonne strahovski fc #Yvonne Strahovski #to rp #crossover rpg #supernatural rp #Evelyn Jones #accepted

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