#we invented this beautiful name in a rp it was truly a magic moment

[donaviolet]

PLEASE TELL ME I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THIS

At first I thought Panatalone looked like Baizhu now he is literally Clow Reed from Card Captor Sakura

THIS MAN IS EVERYWHERE

[sharpen-jadescythe]

Thank you to The Cast Co for an amazing evening!

I wanted to take the time to really thank <The Cast Co> for their devoted, genuinely thoughtful work on an RP event I had planned. I was truly moved. I want to definitely recommend them to anyone who wants to plan something special for their friends in-game. <3

The CUTIES staff might not remember, because they turned the single raindrop I had in mind into rainbows--but I started out by asking Dyllie Tinkerbang for a really quiet dinner in the small bar on the other side of Dawn's Blossom Village in the Jade Forest. I wanted Danny Brand (because he is a really great RP chef) and I wanted Dyllie to greet us. Then, I figured Sharpen would sing a song for his date. This was going to be Jiroki and Sharpen's Love Is In The Air Day date, and he wanted to hire out the restaurant for a private dinner and surprise her.

But then the tweaking and really great suggestions started to trickle into my Discord DMs. Danny Brand wasn't available on that night, mind if we book Vototo as our chef? (They have two great chefs? Wow, sure!) Then Fyrefly messaged me about doing a performance. (A performance? Well, I was going to have Sharpen sing but--hell, that sounds great!) Then Fyre was brilliantly cheeky and offered to make it a charming strip tease show. (Woah, for Love Day? I was sure Jiroki and I would love that.) Next, Dyllie offered to do another performance. In the end, I knew that there were three performances planned for the night--an entire show--and I realized then that all I really needed to do for this date was sit back and let <The Cast Co> work their special magic. Sharpen already had a big performance planned with <Succulent Tart> that same weekend, so a chance to relax and just enjoy the date with Jiroki was very hard to pass up.

But CUTIES and <The Cast Co> went beyond performances. They made a special menu and sent me a sample first to review before they went for it all the way. (Just like a real event planner? This is amazing, was this really happening?) They invented romantic dishes for just Jiroki and me. They named one of them 'The Sharpen' which was very clever. Dyllie even offered us some options on where to sit. She recommended we sit on the romantic balcony. And then when Sharpen and Jiroki arrived (Jiroki was floored by the big surprise), <The Cast Co> had perhaps eight people there, including my favorite CUTIES waiter Hecatondris! I like to call him Waiter Daddy; if you notice, he really cares about his customers in a fatherly way. All of the staff that night were really kind, welcoming, and ready to work. We were greeted right way by a friendly Vulpera, escorted up to our romantic spot on the top level, and then our wonderful waiter came to take our order and continued to check on us throughout the evening. The dinner and the performances were really well-thought out. (I even noticed the tinyurl links for the menu as well as the music had 'Sharpen' in the name. Wow!)

caption: Sharpen got to order The Sharpen. The Riso to to to totototototototo was also super delicious. By the way, there were maybe three more pages of awesome menu too.

There were at least three performances, including one from Ilanda Heartsong. Each song or dance was specifically themed for Jiroki and Sharpen. They picked out really beautiful music. Vototo made some really amazing dishes. I loved hearing the cooking RP from where we were seated and the light chatter from the group downstairs as they relaxed and genuinely got along while planning our orders. They were all SO sweet, and it was possible to just relax, immerse, and feel like it was a true night out.

<The Cast Co> staff stayed out really late for us to finish everything, and they checked in with me periodically throughout the meal via whispers to make sure there wasn't too much chatter coming from downstairs, asking if it was okay to bring up the next course or performance, etc. Things I would have never thought of--or if it might have occurred to me, really, they thought of it all first. Jiroki was absolutely moved, I can tell you. She had no idea this was her date surprise and that it was going to be something of this scale. And Sharpen was ecstatic to have it all go so well. The grand romantic gesture did move their special friendship along, actually. It opened up a new RP door for us! So ICly, Sharpen and Jiroki couldn't be happier to have enjoyed dinner with this group!

I really, really can't tell you how much it meant for Dyllie and her crew to go out of their way like they did. And they seemed so genuinely excited to do it! For days prior to the event, I heard from various members of <The Cast Co> that they were thrilled, that they were excited to help Sharpen. One person nearly spilled the beans at an event the day before saying that this Tart had hired out the entire restaurant for his amazing date, which made my jaw drop. I couldn't stop smiling OOCly, and ICly, I tried to drop a little hint for Jiroki to pique her curiosity, but the secret was too well-kept on both sides, really. Most of all, though, I hadn't realized how big it had become, nor could I have ever dreamed how well it would turn out. Weeks ago, I thought I was only getting a chef and Dyllie greeting us at the door. They took it to the next level and well, they made Sharpen look like a baller. And that is a good thing! Actually, I'm gonna own that. He IS a baller. Thank you, <The Cast Co>!!

Thank you so, sooo much for making a really special moment for Jiroki and Sharpen that they won't forget for a very long time.

@bread-elf​ @dyllietinkerbang​ @thecastcompany​

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Taylor you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Daisy Hookum!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

Taylor lovely, your applications are always so full of beautiful characterizations and complexities (as is your writing in general) that it is a joy to get them and read through everything you provide! I adored Daisy from when you first played her in the rp and it’s so wonderful to think about having her back on the dash and to see you explore her character further! We can’t wait to see what you do with her and how she’s going to change as the war progresses! 

application beneath the cut (tw: Death)

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

It’s Taylor! Currently 18 and residing in the midwest, in good ol’ CST and using female pronouns.

ACTIVITY

Er – well, currently around a six or seven out of ten, weekly? I have real life responsibilities of course, and dearest Marlene, but I try to generate about four replies weekly. Of course this depends on circumstance but for the most part I can stay caught up with little issue.

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

Originally, I think it was somewhere in an Andromeda Black tag way back in December. But I’ve been here nearly a year now!

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

Okay, don’t judge, and I’m sure this isn’t a great surprise but - Draco. I’ve been immensely attached to him for years now, for a variety of reasons, and I just have a lot of feelings. But also, Harry and Ron as well - for a very recurring theme we don’t need to get into, just know I love them all very much.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nothing that wouldn’t absolutely just be my singing praise, which really I do enough as it is.

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Daisy Grace Hookum.

Her mother, Jocelyn, was a Muggle with a deep fondness for The Great Gatsby, and chose to name her only child accordingly. However, Daisy’s middle name was a hopeful sort of gesture from her parents, a suggestion and prayer that she would grow up to be eloquent and beautiful in all forms throughout her life.

FACE CLAIM

Katherine McNamara will always be my first choice for Miss Daisy.

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

I tried.  I really, really tried to bid her ado, to tuck her away and move on but it’s proven impossible. Daisy is, and will always be, my first love, a part of me that is unshakable  - it’s that easy.

And oh man, oh man. How do I even begin to describe the deep rooted love and affection I hold for Daisy Hookum? She was my first character in CRT, and the first character in a Marauders rp that I truly fell in love with. I had dabbled with others before of course, but none enough that truly struck the way that Daisy did. She was the first character I understood without fault, that I could question and push and she would push back – I grew so much as a writer during my time with her and I know she has so much more to teach me.

She’s such a gentle, kind soul. Raised to have courage and be kind in all strokes of life, Daisy strives to do exactly that; she’s incapable of hate, because there has never been any reason for it. Even after the traumatic, devastating murder of her parents in the new year, Daisy cannot bring herself to hate the Death Eaters. Then again – she doesn’t know what truly caused such a horrendous crime to take place. If she did, it is completely possible that the tables would be turned, but well, she doesn’t. That in itself is an incredibly important facet to her personality, to her humanity; at nineteen to be faced with such a brutal loss is a hardship that I, thank the heavens, have never had to personally experience. To be so young and in the midst of way, to feel so wholly alone must be terrifying. It takes a toll on even the brightest rays of sunshine, which Daisy truly is.

But trauma is not all there is to a person, and there is a love and passion for the written word that was instilled into Daisy by her mother by such an incredibly young age that it is not just a passion, it is a very important facet of who she is. While she doesn’t believe her writing to be any good, it is her safe space, therapy from the world.

Her place in Aversio is one that is to be questioned. She doesn’t get her hands dirty, nor does she truly condone the things that they do – but she’s frightened of the Order. That is what it comes down to, the true reason she never joined. Members of the Order are brave, willing to take risks, be hurt. And while Aversio is very similar, they’re a bit more reckless, and therefore she is more capable of being hidden in the shadows. It has nothing to do with cowardice, it’s fear. Fear that she isn’t a good enough witch, not strong enough to hold her own, not magically, not emotionally. The self doubt is crippling.

But she’s strong, oh lord, is she strong. She has the temper of a red-head, even if it is very seldom seen to the naked eye. Very often Daisy hides her emotions, buries them in fear of becoming too much for someone to handle. But there is nothing she does not feel so strongly that it sometimes pains her in the most powerful of ways. Sometimes it feels as if she may combust with the pressure of it all. Especially now, with the loss of her parents. Moreso than anything else, Daisy is predominately lost now. Protecting her mother was her sole intent behind every motive, in the war, in life. And without her here, Daisy isn’t entirely sure where she stands; a typical teenage emotion, in a much more mature version of life.

There are so many layers to this character, things I still discover now, even after having parted with her. I love her with all of my heart and would be so grateful to write her beautiful mind again.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Sexuality is not something Daisy thinks of, per se, for no reason other than it truly just makes her uncomfortable. Wildly unfamiliar with her own body and personal preferences, the concept of sex isn’t something that bodes well. Never having explored sexual experiences in the past, Daisy often considers the idea as something her body has now become incapable of such acts. However that aside, Daisy is truly demisexual. It takes true emotional connection to become sexually attracted to anyone, but Daisy isn’t convinced she’s ever experienced as much. But this does not specify female/male preference; when it comes down to it, Daisy sees people. That’s all.

Okay. Let me preface this by saying that Daisy views gender primarily on a spectrum more than anything else. There are those who identify as men, as women, and then a very broad area gray shades in the middle. She, predominately, is genderfluid but generally uses female pronouns. This is in part due to the time; they/them pronouns were not widely used in the 70s, and Daisy is not all that aware of her true gender identity. This meaning, Daisy goes between feeling predominantly feminine to out of place in her female body, almost uncomfortably so, almost as if she would feel better to be detached from the sex she was born with. It is something that confuses her greatly, that she does not very often think of - well, that she admits to - but it is always present in some way or form. Whether she knows it or not.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

Oh boy, oh boy.

Aesthetic1

Aesthetic2

Mock Blog

Pinterest Board

Caring (adjective) - displaying kindness and concern for others; there is not a bone in Daisy’s body that is not built on love. It is almost impossible for her first reaction to anyone to not care more about them and how they are doing, no matter what is going on in her own life. Daisy just wants others to be happy, and okay. Her heart is truly too big for her body, so much that it sometimes feels as if she might die from the weight of it all. Especially, and almost exclusively, when she is suffering - or if someone she cares for is.

Imaginative (adjective) - having or showing creativity and inventiveness; from the earliest days of the capabilities, Daisy has been writing. Creating ideas that simply won’t stay within her head, things that must be released onto paper. They strike at any moment and very rarely do they ever leave her be until the moment comes that she can release and truly do something with them. Otherwise they tend to circle through her mind like a carousel or broken record, repeating and growing, until something is done with them.

Timid (adjective) - showing a lack of courage or confidence; hoo boy, if there ever was a hamartia. A very prominent problem with Daisy is the fact that she doesn’t understand how strong she truly is. If she would only tap into her grief and pain, and true abilities more than just being ordinary Daisy could truly be extraordinary. She already is of course, but too afraid of rejection and criticism to realize it’s so close to her fingertips, so easy to reach out and grip. Daisy has a particularly hard time understanding that in the midst of war, especially, softness is strength. There is too much fear, too much self doubt that it is crippling at times, but so deeply embedded into the very core of being.

Reserved (adjective) - slow to reveal emotion or opinions; really, it all goes back to Daisy’s strong, innate desire to please others. It takes a very specific person for Daisy to feel safe enough to express opinion without fear of being shut down - so few of these exist they can be counted on one hand, and even fewer than truly see her angry.  It comes down to fear, and feeling safe. She had it once, at home. But with the loss of her mother and father it has become even more scarce than before, if possible. She puts others first, always, no matter how many times she is told not to.

Unsteady - X Ambassador Hold onto me ‘Cause I’m a little unsteady

Moondust - Jaymes Young I long to hear your voice But still  I make the choice To burn my love In the moondust

Jack and Jill - Katie Herzig She wore that dress Like it was a Saturday Pretty as a summer rose Picked in the morning Time ticked away, the way That it will

Turn it Off - Paramore I scraped my knees while I was praying And found a demon in my safest haven, seems like The tragedy, it seems unending I’m watching everyone I looked up to break and bending We’re taking shortcuts and false solutions Just to come out the hero

Beauty Queen - Ben’s Brother And her eyes shouldn’t have Blurred my vision I know that she, oh she Was a beauty queen And if you’re gonna cry Don’t cry for me

If You Could See Me Now - The Script (for her parents, rip) I’m trying to make you proud Do everything you did I hope you’re up there with God Saying ‘that’s my kid!’ Would you stand in disgrace or take a bow Oh, if you could see me now

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: “Something to…help see what the most likely outcome of a situation would be.” Daisy said, a small nod of certainty following the words after a moment of quiet consideration. A moment to really think about it. “I have absolutely no idea what I could possibly name that, but it would be quite helpful.”

♔ 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: “Oh, that’s easy. Andromeda, and a flashlight. A bit of bravery, something to provide a vast amount of light. And then I would just have to hope Andy would know a spell to help keep us shielded.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make? “The kind where someone could get hurt. Which I guess are…a lot of decisions these days.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you? “That I…that I’m a failure,” it caught in her throat, the words. Thick and painful, almost like swallowing a cauldron cake whole. “Especially to Dora. I don’t think I could take it.”

WRITING SAMPLE

Warning: this is an old para I wrote for Daisy and for this case, I must prepare for the angst monster that exists in terms of Taylor.

Things had felt wrong all day. New Year’s Eve had come to pass, and Daisy couldn’t help the dread that swarmed in the pit of her stomach. It should have been expected, really – what with the events of the previous evening. The witch had yet to hear from any of her friends, to find that they were okay. But still…something felt off.

It had been the first holiday season Daisy had spent with no contact to her family. As horrible and painful as it was, the decision had felt like a necessity. She had spent months fighting her father. Begging him to help her master Fidelius, to protect her mother, only to be told no, again and again. If only she thought she could do it on her own, she would have…but she couldn’t.

Christmas and New Year’s had been increasingly lonely. Most of it had been spent in her tiny apartment with her cat, or at Aversio meetings, trying to remind herself why she had entered a place in the war in the first place.

Perhaps the loneliness was what left her waking up on the first of the new year with such a hollow ache in her chest. Or maybe it was the fact that now marked two months since she had returned home, had any contact with her parents at all. The truth of it was, Merlin, did she miss her mother. Her gentle eyes, and warm heart and the way she seemed to just calm the realities of what was happening.

Hours seemed to pass, simply sitting in her bed, frowning to herself, tiny grey kitten mewing quietly in her lap. Snow drifted down outside the window, cheerful chattering echoing up from the streets as London emerged into a new year. Once the afternoon sun shifted in the sky, only then did Daisy realized she had wasted so much of the day…realized that she still had yet to hear from her friends.

Impulse took over, blinding her, accompanied only by the desperate need she had to be in Jocelyn Hookum’s embrace again. To be promised that everything would be okay, if only for a moment – to be with her mother.  Preparing best she could, Daisy soon Apparated to her family’s home.

The house was still - just enough that Daisy hesitated on the doorstep, unsure of if either her mother or father were truly home. Regardless, she allowed herself in, stepping carefully through the house, unease spreading over her. Even in the January afternoon, the house was dark. It was still.

As she reached the sitting room, the dread, the unease she’d felt for months and even through the morning had nothing on the agony that replaced it all. There, lying on the floor, paled and cold, was her mother. A devastated scream burst from Daisy’s lungs, ringing out so badly that all else seemed to have faded away. There was nothing to give her the indication that she was still moving.

Her small frame dropped down next to her mother’s corpse, tears flooding out of her green eyes at such a speed that it was nearly impossible to see. Breathing had all but ceased. Several pained moments of sobbing later, she finally noticed her father, crumpled dead only feet away.

“No,” she cried, incapable of thought, of anything but just pain as she remained on the ground, desperately wishing for it all to be a cruel nightmare, knowing that there was no waking up.

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Snow you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Dirk Cresswell!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

It’s always so amazing to me that so many people choose to come back to Crimson and it’s such a joy to see your Dirk come back to life in your app! I know I speak for many when I say that you took a character that none of us knew much about and brought with him a personality that we couldn’t forget. It’s so good to see you again and that you’ve found the time to come back to the rp! Snow, your reason for choosing him, in particular, made me emotional, and I can’t wait to see you write him with a fresh breath of life! Hopefully, you’ll be able to carry him on a new and beautiful journey as the war progresses and affects him. I can’t wait to see you and Dirk back on the dash! 

application beneath the cut ( tw: brief mentions of death )

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Snow, 21, she/her, gmt+3

ACTIVITY

im going to well and truly throw myself into my studies this semester, and i’m also running an rp with a friend of mine on tumblr, so i don’t know how active i’ll be honestly. given how much i already love and adore every member of this group and all your characters, i’ll be able to find time. 6 or 5 out of ten, i think.

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

a promo blog about a year ago lol. i found this group way before it even opened but only applied like, months afterwards.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

hm. my answer differs every time based on my mood i think. like i dont think there’s one character i really truly identify with? probably percy tho lbr.

ANYTHING ELSE?

nope.

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

dirk cresswell. well, a revised version of him.

FACE CLAIM

ezra miller. listen i tried to change his fc but ezra is dirk and dirk is ezra the line has been blurred for ages now it is beyond my control.

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

i’d thought of coming back with a different character and had gone through a host of them in the open tag. i’d considered someone on the other end of the spectrum to counteract the experience i’ve had playing dirk. i’d thought of playing someone balanced and sophisticated and well-mannered, someone with a little less emotion and a little more poise. someone who is not dirk, but dirk seems to have stuck himself all the way down to the roots and i can’t seem to get him out.

i cannot properly express in words how much i love this character. i’m floundering for the right ways to lay it out. he is a myriad of unlikely contradictions – kind, and just, and cruel. he is optimism and realism hand-in-hand, but he is just as much that as he is full of lies. half truths, denials, secrets. he is honest and genuine, and his intentions are as pure as those of a noble knight but he strikes quick, and fast, and merciless, with the harsh finality of an execution.

he loves openly. he is never shying away from expressing his love and devotion for his friends and family. he is never afraid of what his love for them would do to him, or to them – no, he is afraid: the fear of losing someone who’d rooted themselves into the crevices of his life is numbing, almost all-consuming, but dirk has never known how to not love, how to not be so open towards them so much of the time.

and even then, it feels, to him, as though he is never without something to hide. as though he is never not carrying a secret of some sort, as though there is always something he is carefully folding to the side throughout his life, as though he has never been fully honest with another person before. the thing is, he is always open about the good parts of himself – he is loud and obnoxious about his love and his optimism, he is blazing and boisterous about his successes and achievements. he is almost always alone in his losses. he has become terribly adept in being both honest and not, at once.

he does not forgive. he is fearful of trust, of betrayal, of being left in the dust once again. he loves, he loves, he loves, but he does not trust quite as freely.

i’d focused much too much on his guilt and misery when i had played him last, but i’m hoping to be able to focus more this time on some good things in his life. which will probably not last very long lbr but im excited to see for myself.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

dirk is an utter, unbelievably obnoxious, hopeless romantic. he is nineteen years old and had known he is gay for years, the wizarding world being far more relaxed about such things than where he’d come from, but only in the last few years or so had he become relaxed enough to be open about his sexuality to more than just the people he trusts. the idea of finding a committed, long term partner – male partner – is only just beginning to settle itself within him. he is only now beginning to truly see himself with a future in perhaps a domestic fashion and, despite the times they live in, he is positively giddy. it’s embarrassing. really.

dirk is a cis male character, though i’d really like to see how he would interact with a trans and/or nonbinary character and how he might find solace with someone who, while perhaps not exactly like him, falls far from the conventional lines drawn up by the social structures they live in.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

traits:

+ TALENTED:

Dirk’s magical talents were difficult to miss, even to those who really, really tried, and it was not entirely for the considerable amount of bragging on Dirk’s part – though, arguably, that was a large part of it – but his hands, deft with potions and charms and defensive spells, were quick to catch people’s attention, and keep it. his exceptional dueling skills had not gone unnoticed, either, not by his teachers, and certainly not by his pureblooded schoolmates, who have repeatedly tested his abilities first hand.

+SOCIABLE:

Dirk is That One Kid that knows everyone, and who everyone knows. He joined every extracellular activity the school had to offer at one point or another, he never missed a chance to hang out and have fun, and he was always interested in meeting new people and making new friends. His easy humor and confident attitude drew people to him and relaxed them in his company, his optimism and cheeky remarks making him an uplifting presence to have around. He is secretive, however, keeping his emotional troubles and inner demons far away from prying eyes, even those he considers close.

-TRUST ISSUES:

Dirk has been shown love and taught not to trust it. a parting gift, from his mother, one could say. he finds difficulty – immense difficulty – in sharing his troubles, or his secrets of any kind, with anyone. he loves and he cares about his friends and there is very little he wouldn’t do for them, but trust is something that is difficult to come by, for him, and it is something that frustrates his friends to no end.

-ARROGANT:

Dirk has an exaggerated sense of his own abilities. He is talented, yes, anyone would be hard pressed to deny that, but he tends to – overestimate, what he can do. It could also be put down to his perfectionist nature, that he would bite off more than he could chew and simply expect himself to rise up to the challenge.

he is so confident in the caliber of his character, in his own moral righteousness, in his ability to tell right from wrong. he believes so completely in aversio and what they stand for and in the choices he’s made, that he is right, that he is good, that what they’re doing is entirely justified to a morally correct eye. his arrogance and his pride, just as his loyalty and his bravery and everything good in his heart, have led him down a path of darkness where the torch of his anger has lit the way so brightly he cannot see the blackness of his surroundings. he is a morally grey character with a black and white mindset.

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Mockblog: dorkcresswxll.tumblr.com

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:

he squints, tilts his head, leans back on the back of his feet. “just one?” he asks, and straightens up as a thought occurs to him. there’s the beginning of a grin pulling at his lips, something of boyish mischief coloring his features. “something to, to take care of pureblooded bigots. y’know, take care of ‘em. actually, all bigots, y’know, all at once.” he shrugs, hands shoved into his pockets, boyish grin spreading across his face. giddy. “i’d call it the purifier, just for kicks.”

♔ 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:

“Sal!” a burst of laughter, involuntary, and he leans forward. “did you see her swing that wretched bat of hers? i’d take her with me to that Snake Supreme if i could, she’d bash his head in and cuss up a storm and everything, she’s good at making a big fuss.” the fond gleam in his eyes is unmissed by any, there is pride in his voice when he speaks of her, of his sister. he does not attempt to hide it. “and – and food for the object, i think, that’d work out pretty well, yeah?”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“when to take a bloody break.” he huffs, annoyed, and perhaps a touch embarrassed. “i still don’t know how to do that.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

that he is weak, that he is lesser, that he isn’t good enough. that he is just as bad as those he fights to rid the world of, that he is worst. that he is amoral, immoral, that he is unjust and evil and simply a murderer.

he hums. thoughtful. for a moment. “that i can’t take a loss well. which, mind you, is ridiculous – i never lose anyway!”

WRITING SAMPLE

it wasn’t difficult to get the old man to sign his letter – it wasn’t difficult, he’d not needed any convincing, all dirk had to do was thrust the form under his nose, pen in hand and a flat look upon his face: stiff, clunky, the way he only ever is with his father anymore.

the man looks up from the book between his palms, his sharp nose striking, his slanted eyes lifting towards his son. there is a crease between his brows as he pulls the paper from the young boy’s hands, eyes over ink before he asks what this is.

“it’s a permission form.” he sounds nervous. he hates it. “for hogsmeade.” he says, “you’re supposed to sign it.”

and the man signs it. just like that, he reads the paper and he signs it – he hangs on to it for a moment before giving it back. there is something there, something he wants to say, but his father was never good with words and so he says nothing. dirk is pathetically grateful – he never seems to say the right thing when his dad is involved, either.

dirk takes the paper and shifts his weight between his feet and isn’t sure if he should just leave – there is something there he wants to say, as well, but he can’t quite grasp the words and so he mulls about for a moment more, shifting the paper in his hand, before he nods a quick ‘thank you’ and scurries away.

he stuffs the paper in his pocket as he walks away. he stuffs his guilt down too, and tries not to think about it – he’d been avoiding his dad all summer, had only spoken to him now when he needed something, and not for the first time he wonders how it’s gotten this bad. he wonders when it’s gotten so tense between them they can’t share more than a few words before something made someone snap. he wonders what made it so, what caused this wide, gaping chasm to stretch between them – but he can’t think about that without thinking about emptied rooms and funeral marches, so he shakes his head quickly and bursts into Sal’s room.

They have much planned for the rest of the day, and there’s only so much of summer left for them to enjoy.

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Lana you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Walburga Black!

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I can’t even begin to list a favorite part of this beautiful application since there were countless ones, but I think that what truly impressed me was how much empathy and love you gave a character who is so complex and terrible in her beliefs and made me truly appreciate her for how many intriguing dimensions she has! Your para sample made me feel for her and the loss she still is trying to suppress at losing members of her family, and I’m so excited to see how you make her fit into the rp and the characters and plots already going on! She’ll add a truly interesting perspective and I’m looking forward to seeing her on the dash!

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Hello, I’m Lana, twenty-three, EST. I prefer she/her pronouns.

ACTIVITY

Other than full-time work, I am free most of the time. I imagine that I’ll be active almost every day and the times I’m not I’ll have a queue to keep up on replies, etc.

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

I originally found this group through the tags but I’ve been lurking for a while. It was hard to wait but I’m glad I did because now I have a lot of time to dedicate to this.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

Remus Lupin. I’m not a hundred percent sure why I identify with him but I do. He has always been my favorite character in the books and being around a lot of roleplays has just given me a deeper love for him and the multiple characterizations I’ve seen. He is such a quiet, low-key person with this hidden strength and intelligence that I feel he barely trusts. Then there’s the werewolf piece of his identity that he tries to hide and overcome - I just adore him. That’s not much about me so I’m sorry, but I do identify most with Remus!

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nope!

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Walburga Black

FACE CLAIM

Charlize Theron

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

I could speak a thousand words about Walburga Black and it still would not be enough. The entirety of the Black family, in my opinion, are highly underrated (I could write a novel just on why they deserve more attention for the sake of background on their children). So let me talk about mother ice queen for a moment and hope that my wording conveys just how much I love this horrifying character without making anyone reading this believe that I myself am also an extremist with terrible beliefs.

Walburga Black is a character with very little redeeming quality, I will start off by admitting that. Her ideals closely resemble those of a true psychopath yet she does a better job of keeping them hidden than her younger brother, Cygnus. In fact, she believes that her caution is to be admired and chides her husband often and extensively for his lack of it. It is no secret that the Black family name is spoken as an insult and the knowledge crawls under her skin and leeches at her blood. For decades her family had been noble and pure, but the sight of it now draws her to her wits end. It is her largest desire to rid of the rumors of incest and insanity that have filtered through the country, making her a laughing stock.

She despises the men of her family who have loomed above her to pluck the crown from her golden hair. It has been a relentless fight to gain power and composure against her brothers, but she believes she is the strongest of them all. Intelligence that knows no bounds, beauty above all, and a cold facade that could have grown men slinking away - those are the traits of an heir and a queen. But instead of holding a bounty of wealth and inheriting her family home, she was married off to complete her only goal as a woman, child birth. It was against everything she believed, but she did her duty while whispering in the ears of the pureblooded men and women who would listen. Fear her, love her, hate her, it never mattered to Walburga.

There is still humanity underneath the perfectly crafted creature she has spun to walk the Earth, and she showed it only when her first born son abandoned them. She had always known he would leave so that came as no surprise, but the ache in her heart did. There was a hole ripped out of soft flesh that never seemed to heal, no matter how many years had passed. It had taken days of screaming agony and threatening curses before Walburga had allowed herself to put her mask on again. The memory felt weak, like cowardice. She never wanted to feel like a woman or a mother because that wasn’t how you gained respect in a world of sexism.

I could go on for days about her past and what led her to the moments that created such a silently heartbroken creature. It’s mostly speculation on my end but I love to talk about it and I hope I get the chance to portray her for the first time!

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Walburga identifies as female with she/her pronouns.

Orion/Walburga.

I don’t want to write much on my opinion of their relationship because I know that there is an active Orion player in this group, but I have a lot of feelings on the matter. In a weird way I do ship them because I feel that their marriage has gone beyond duty and has touched on something close to love, or solace and comfort, whichever is the easiest for them to admit. I believe that Walburga would do anything to protect her husband and expects the same from him. There’s much more I’d love to explore, too!

Her sexuality is closest to straight, I suppose, yet I do feel that she would fall into bed with many after a particularly gruesome fight (Chemistry/Walburga). She loves the adrenaline and the fear, it makes her feel alive when she has been surrounded by dull affairs and parties while acting as a socialite. Still, she would never label herself as anything but straight and would keep her sexual intentions behind closed doors for fear that it would make her family name any less noble.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

Here is the mock blog. xxxxx

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:

“And why would I waste my time on tinkering with ingredients or waving my wand uselessly when I could press a galleon into the hand of a poorer man to do it for me?” Walburga remains still as ice save for the twitch of her index finger against the silk of her dress. “Still, the question isn’t utterly foolish.” She weighs the answer and the consequences before deciding that this conversation will lead to little other than conversation. Boring, really. “They could make me the true heir of father’s inheritance, or they could kill the men who doubt me. The women, too. I can’t decide. Perhaps I’d do both.”

♔ 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 Forbidden Forest is filled to the brim with filth, I’ve found. It should be burned to the ground along with the creatures inside. Alas, if I must go, I would bring my dear husband. He can get eaten while I walk away unharmed.” The thought seems to amuse her but the words are false and she lets the corners of her lips fall in an instant. “An object other than my wand? I suppose the necklace mother left me before she died. It has always brought me strength.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

Walburga laughs and the sound is almost as cruel as the coldness in her eyes. “I have no difficulty making decisions. Everything comes easily to me. How could it not? I’m a Black by blood and by birth. The women are queens and the men are pretenders, so we of the ‘gentler sex’ are left to make the real decisions. I whisper in my husbands ear just as I did father’s, and I’ll continue until I have what I want. Does it sound like I’m having difficulty?” But even though her words ring true, she cannot help but think that her weakness is hard to overcome.

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

“People speak of me every day and their words are envious. I don’t care to listen to what those peasants choose to utter nor would I do a thing to stop them. I care only for my family name and what they choose to say of me is nothing in comparison to the filthy way they speak of my brother.” She shudders at the thought of him. “I am a queen and I deserve just what respect my father had. The thing I would not stand for is those filthy demons calling me weak. I could kill them in an instant yet they think we, as the noble house of Black, are jokes. Every day I will prove that that is not true.”

WRITING SAMPLE

It felt like ice slithering up her larynx with the threat of suffocation. Pale and gaunt she stood and stared at the emerald green tapestry that hung across the walls of a room she had not thought to enter in some time. They sat like ghosts stitched in time, woven in silk, and colored with fading dye. But she held their fate in the palm of her hand with the magic that stretched and flexed between the core of her wand. It had become a simple pleasure to view those faces and read the cursive letters she had memorized as just a little girl. There was Pollux Black, her father, and Irma Crabbe, her mother. They sat under the elder Cygnus II with an air of nobility, and further below were Alphard, Cygnus, and herself.

Her fingers were light as they traced the tiny lines of her own face and read the words that followed. Walburga Black. The name meant little beside the brothers who held their fortune and inheritance close to their chests. As a woman she would never be allowed the luxury of claiming her proper title, nor would she be absolved of her duty to a husband who often cast a shadow, but this day was a step forward. After years of waiting for her brothers to fall from high grace, she had finally gotten her wish. And how joyous the occasion was.

Alphard Black would be removed.

The image of his face stitched into a tapestry so regal had her stomach boiling with internal rage yet her composure remained frozen in disinterest. A long, curved nail came up to tear at the thin fabric with intentionally slow movements. Soon half of his white, left cheek was swallowed up into a mess of string and material. Still, it did little to quell the disgust. She took a step away and pointed her wand though the spell didn’t form immediately. How could he have done that to them when he knew how much Sirius had hurt her?

The parchment conjured in her memory and she sucked a breath inward. Her eldest brother had left his entire fortune to a traitor despite her clear warnings. Sirius was to be left in the dark with the scum he called friends, yet Alphard had not heeded her threats. As she hadn’t expected him to. While it came as a relief to find her smarter brother fail so quickly, it also hurt. She had cared deeply for him whereas her younger brother she had come close to despising.

Finally the flames came, flickering and alive as they ate away at the lasting image of his face. Two times in the past few months that she had come to view the tapestry and remove another traitor and both had hurt just as much. A dull ache began in her chest and pounded upwards until there was a lump in her throat too big to swallow. She wouldn’t let the sob rise, however, no matter how much it tried. “Not this time.” She whispered, and her eyes moved to stare at the black hole that had once been her son. “I’ll never let you filthy traitors make me show weakness again.“

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Sierra you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Florence Wilson!

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The way you fleshed out Florence and made her entirely your own was something that really struck us -- given that there’s not a lot to go on with canon information for her. But you built her up in our heads, and it was beautiful to see a fully formed and fleshed out character come to life in our imaginations! We’re so excited to see her on the dash and see what potential plots you come up with for her! *your faceclaim change has been accepted

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Hey there! I’m Sierra, I’m 22, and I use they/them/their pronouns. I live in the EST (GMT -5) time zone! I also play Hestia here.

ACTIVITY

I try to post at least four out of seven days of the week, though I’ve been getting better at time management as the semester winds down! I’d probably give myself a 7 out of 10? .

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

I think I originally found the RP through the HP RP tag, though I’ve been playing Hestia here for a while now!

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

Most frequently I identify with Luna Lovegood; she is fiercely loyal, intensely kind, and willing to fight for anyone she cares about. She has a unique point of view and may not quite understand the world around her at times, but at the end of the day she is one of those people who wants to listen to the people around her and make the world a better place.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nothing at the moment! But if you want some fun facts about me … here we go? I want to be a Rabbi and I’ve been teaching myself Hebrew, German, and Dutch over the past year or so. I also have read the Harry Potter series in Spanish.

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Florence Irene Wilson;

Florence, from the Latin Florentius or Florentia, means “flourishing” or “prosperous.” It is also the name of the city where Mr. Wilson proposed to his wife.

Irene, from the Greek Eirene, means “peace” and is derived from the name of the Greek goddess who personified peace, or one of the Horai. It is also the name of Florence’s late maternal grandmother who died months before Florence was born.

Wilson, from the English ‘son of Will.’ It is a surname that has been in the family for generations.

FACE CLAIM

If possible, can I change Florence’s faceclaim to Felicity Jones? I feel like she has a lot of similar aesthetic qualities to Troian Bellasario but is more of an underused faceclaim. My second choice of a faceclaim for Florence would be Willa Holland; my third choice would be Camila Mendez.

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

Florence has always found a reason to fight. She is too strong-willed and too outspoken to let something that bothers her go unnoticed. There are beginnings of a fire within her, sparks flying, hoping that a fire will catch on and burn through the darkness of her current world. As a girl who cares far too much about justice, Florence is never satisfied with the way that things are. She is the first to stand up when someone asks for help and the last to step down when things look bleak. Still, despite all of this, Florence doesn’t just want to fight. She wants to make some kind of a difference, to foster real, tangible change. The Order wasn’t doing enough to satisfy her; they were careful, slow, and too under the radar. After leaving Hogwarts, it became clear to Florence that there was too much at stake. She is a Muggleborn, the only witch in her family. With her right to existence on the line, this war is far too personal for her not to join in Aversio’s efforts. 

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Florence/Chemistry

Florence dedicates herself wholly to a cause, whether it be her work with house elfs or her dedication to Aversio’s cause. It isn’t often that someone catches her eye romantically; sure, there are people she doesn’t mind looking at … people too good-looking to ignore. While she isn’t entirely opposed to having a one night stand or a fling, the idea isn’t the most attractive in the world. She would prefer a long-term relationship, but only if it was with the right person. For most of her life Florence has been too occupied with her work and special interests to truly pursue a relationship, though, and she doesn’t see that changing any time soon. That being said … things can always change!

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-A MOODBOARD

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- A FEW HEADCANONS

Myers-Briggs Personality Type: ISTJ-A, The Logistician

“Logisticians don’t make many assumptions, preferring instead to analyze their surroundings, check their facts and arrive at practical courses of action. Logistician personalities are no-nonsense, and when they’ve made a decision, they will relay the facts necessary to achieve their goal, expecting others to grasp the situation immediately and take action. Logisticians have little tolerance for indecisiveness, but lose patience even more quickly if their chosen course is challenged with impractical theories, especially if they ignore key details – if challenges becomes time-consuming debates, Logisticians can become noticeably angry as deadlines tick nearer.” Wand Type: 10.5 inches, Cedar wood, unicorn hair core

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

The following section should be looked at like a survey for your character. Answer them in character and feel free to use gifs. Or, if you’d rather, answer them in third person or OOC without gifs. Answers do not have to be extremely lengthy.

♔ 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:

“This sounds absolutely ridiculous, but I would love to create a spell that could check my writing for any sort of grammatical errors. It’s not that I’m a horrible writer – it can just be so time consuming to go through something twice, three times, or even more, only to find that I’ve messed up something as simple as a semicolon. I’m sure someone’s thought of it before … though I’ve never heard of it, so … maybe it doesn’t?”

♔ 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:

“Merlin, that’s a tough one. I suppose I’d have to go with Ted Tonks, though. He’s just one of those people that I trust implicitly with those kinds of things. He seems pretty smart and levelheaded, and he just gives off vibes that he would protect someone and stand by them no matter what. – and I guess I’d bring my pepper spray, seeing as it hasn’t failed me yet.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“When I know that something is right for me personally but isn’t best for everyone else, it can be difficult to prioritize things. I don’t like putting myself first … but there are times when its necessary.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

“I never want people to say that I don’t try or that I’m fighting a meaningless fight. People who can’t try to understand what I’m doing probably haven’t had something to fight for in their lives.”

WRITING SAMPLE

Sitting alone in her parents’ living room, Florence felt a burning inside of her. It started in her head, rearing its ugly, searing pain each and every time she recalled a Missing Person poster or read another obituary describing a thoughtless, unnecessary death. It travelled down to her cheeks, red and filled with a kind of fury that she hadn’t felt before. There were no tears left inside of her. Even if she wanted to cry, she couldn’t bring herself to let a single tear drop from her eyes. To cry would be to surrender to the pain, to let it overwhelm her and take away any agency that she felt left. And yet, no matter how much Florence wanted to fight the pain, to stand up and shout, to throw something across the room just to watch it break, she couldn’t bring herself to do so. It weighed her down, pressing on her shoulders with the pressure of a thousand heavy bricks. At school, just a few short years ago, ignoring news from the outside world seemed easy. She didn’t care as much for updates from the Daily Prophet as she did for letters from her mother and father. The Wizarding World, even after all the years she’d spent at Hogwarts, still felt a little foreign to her. Florence connected more to news about Parliament than the Ministry and wanted to hear more about ongoings at home than the winner of Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile. But now that she had graduated and returned back to the comfort of her Muggle home, she yearned for a way to stay in the loop about the war in the Wizarding World. While the Prophet’s updates came steadily, they were impersonal, reducing people with families, hopes, and ambitions to nothing more than a name and a ‘Last Seen’ date. Panic set in nearly every time she opened the paper. Which of her friends would be the first to appear on the list of missing or murdered people? When would the war finally hit her too close to home? Florence tore the Obituary page from the paper, crumpling it in her fist. Kenzie Blair. The young woman’s face swam in her memory. It must’ve been at least a year since they spoke; Florence never considered the younger girl to be more than an acquaintance, a somewhat-annoying, bit-too-chatty Hufflepuff that just wanted to make friends. In her mind, Kenzie had always seemed a bit younger than she actually was, eternally fourteen no matter how old she actually turned. Now, of course, the younger woman would always be seventeen, barely old enough to apparate, much less to make a name for herself. Florence got up from the bed and crossed the room to throw away the balled-up paper. Looking at it only infuriated her, making her want to scream. Almost without thinking, Florence headed to her own bedroom, slamming the door behind her. The letter from Kingsley Shacklebolt lay on her desk, just where she’d left it for the past month. Taking a piece of paper, Florence shakily wrote three short words on the page before shoving it into the envelope and sending it off to Kingsley with her owl. “Let me fight.”

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Esha you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Selina Sapworthy!

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Esha -- the thought and life you bring to your characters continuously blows me away and I was so happy to see your application in our inbox and that you were returning to our lovely rp! I loved Selina before, but your application -- straight from the reason why you chose to take her up again reminded me of all the reasons you were the one meant to be writing her. You understand her character and her motivations and her wants and needs to such an astounding degree -- and it’s so beautiful to read your writing. I’m so excited to see everything you’ve got planned for her and to watch her grow in this roleplay! Welcome back! 

application beneath the cut

OOC INFORMATION

INTRODUCTION

esha, she/her, utc +5:30. i turn 18 on friday!

ACTIVITY

summer’s here !!i have work for which i’m always unavailable for at least 4 hours every day, but thanks to my messed up time zone it doesn’t coincide with the more popular timezones. i’d give myself a solid 6/10.

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

i was here before!

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?:

i’d consider myself a healthy mix between hermione granger, percy weasley, and tom riddle, as crazy as that sounds.

ANYTHING ELSE?

nothing!

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

selina sapworthy

FACE CLAIM

emeraude toubia

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

never, in my 4+ years of rping, have i ever played a muggleborn non-death eater gryffindor who is on a moral precipice. that’s where i see selina - right on the edge. her situation is one that is extremely unique, in my opinion.

the aversio is a group that was formed to fight the death eaters with their own weapons - they don’t hold back, like the order, but they fight for equal rights and for the eradication of bigotry, unlike the death eaters. selina joined them because she has 7 years of anger bottled up in her - her desire to prove herself academically conflicted between wanted to prove herself worthy as a witch and her thirst for knowledge in general. had the racism and bigotry against muggle-borns not existed, perhaps selina could have been a ravenclaw with her intelligence and wit. her placement in gryffindor is detrimental to her alliance with the aversio - she fights for what she believes in, whether it be her status as a witch, or the fact that arithmancy is simply a tool for divination, so no, not taking divination because its an “imprecise” subject as quite misleading and most untrue.

however, knowledge is power. selina knows that her intelligence is what makes her valuable to the war effort - she is an accomplished witch with enough magical power to wield morally dubious spells without hesitation. at times, she helps aversio members strategise upcoming plans, attack plans, et cetera.

but the morality that she imbibes as a daughter of two muggles - her father, a diplomat representing the united kingdom, and her mother, a human rights worker, has been compromised in the aversio. there are times when before and during a battle she sees nothing but her ultimate goal and the means to achieve it (no matter how bloody or destructive) but after all she sees is the blood on her hands as a result of a civil war that cannot be fathomed by muggles. she lives in two worlds, and by joining the aversio, she has effectively chosen between them. the guilt claws its way through her mind every day, but she does what she must because it’s the right thing to do.

currently, she works as a herbologist, writing her book on herbology and divination simultaneously. however, for almost 4 years starting at 18, she worked for the international quidditch team - however, not as a player, but as a strategist. her quick logic and intelligence made her well-suited for the part, and the encouragement from her father to join an international group instead of a national one helped her decision. however, due to her status as a strategist, she was barely in the country. while the death eaters were on the rise, where there were simple stirrings, she was unaware of the ongoings. it wasn’t until there was a season break when she was 22 that she returned to an atmosphere of conflict and mistrust. that’s when she quit her previous job and joined aversio - while the safety of working with an international team appealed to her selfish, cynical side, the morality and righteousness of fighting against oppression and bigotry prevailed.

i imagine she’s a fast talking girl. she has so many thoughts rushing through her brain and only so much time to vocalise it.

selina is such a uniquely fascinating character, and i wanted to explore a character with moral conflict instead of my usuals, which are characters that are a little more black&white.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

ships: selina x chemistry. it’s cliché, but it works best. although, i do think her romantic relationships would have to stem from a friendship. romance for her is something she doesn’t have much time for in this war, but she’s never been one to say no to something that occurs naturally. it scares her to think that she would have to actively worry about somebody else as well as herself, and she would hate to have someone worry over her, especially with her dedication to aversio. sexuality: hetero(romantic & sexual). unlike romance, sex is something there is still time for, in selina’s mind. it’s a temporary release, something that can be done quick and then forgotten about, no strings attached. gender & pronouns: female, she/her/hers.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

[x] aesthetic

[x] pinterest board

[x] mock blog

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

The following section should be looked at like a survey for your character. Answer them in character and feel free to use gifs. Or, if you’d rather, answer them in third person or OOC without gifs. Answers do not have to be extremely lengthy.

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:

   “Oooh. Fun. Well, it’d have to be something revolutionary, wouldn’t it ? I can’t have something trivial with my name attached to it. Perhaps a potion ? I like the idea of inventing a potion. It’s intellectual, and something people wouldn’t have to rely on their magical prowess to make. I can see myself inventing a healing potion, but there are an awful lot of those. Maybe not. Ooh ! I got it. A shrinking potion ? I know there’s a shrinking spell of some sort, but a potion is more handy. You can make multiple batches and don’t need to have a counter-spell because it just wears off over time. Perhaps 30 minutes. I like the sound of that.”

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:

   “Well. That’s tough - not particularly, I mean I know exactly what object I’d take (an invisibility cloak, that is, it would be wildly useful and extremely stealthy), but a person. That’s tough. Well. I think I’d take my dad - he’s a great fellow and it’d be fun to let him look around and see beyond coyotes and kangaroos. I’m taking the invisibility cloak for a reason, aren’t I?”

What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

   “Those that make me choose between what I think is right and what I think is fair. Sometimes those two never really line up, especially when you have a person in front of you who is guilty of bigotry and lies and murder, but you can’t help but think that perhaps not killing them would serve your purpose better. Wait- that sounded a little too morbid. A better example would probably be something relating to a lighter subject, but in these times, I think we could do with war talk.”

What is one thing you would never want said about you?

   “That I’m… cowardly. Or weak, or a hypocrite. Yes. Hypocrite. Because I fight for what is right, and what my values are. I’d hate for anybody to think I’m being cowardly or hypocritical by doing so. When you think through everything as much as I do, it’s rather tough to accept… criticism.”

WRITING SAMPLE

                                              7.

   Tiny Selina with her short black hair and hopeful eyes grinned mischievously and lay flat on the swing, her stomach against the cold metal, feeling the air smack her face every time it swung. Her friend, Bert, was pushing it every time it swung back to him, his young face scrunched up in concentration, making sure to put in force at the right time to make sure the swing would catch enough momentum to go higher. She loved the rush of the moment, the thrill she felt from doing something a tad bit dangerous. Her book was left forgotten on the bench to their left, a page near the beginning neatly dog-eared and pressed flat against the hard cover.

   Despite his concentration, there was only so much power an 8-year-old’s arms could have, and so Bert accidentally pushed the swing while it was still moving towards him, disturbing its momentum. It stuttered, went forward, and launched Selina straight into the air. A high-pitched scream left her throat, attracting the attention of other kids and parents as they watched the tiny girl launch into the air and begin accelerating down just as soon.

   Selina shut her eyes. They were shut for 10 seconds as she braced for impact, dreaded the scars on her face and hands she would get. Oh, no, what if she injured her eyes? She wouldn’t be able to READ.

   The impact never came.

                                             14.

   The air flowing through her hair stayed as a constant throughout her life, except this time she was flying herself across the sky on a raggedy old broom.

   Her parents may be rich muggles, but they truly didn’t understand the importance of a good broom for Quidditch. So she was left with Hogwarts’ old ones, one that poked and pinched in odd places. But Selina was happy - she may have her nose in a book most of the time, but she was a normal witch with friends and an interest for the Wizarding sport that could only be rivalled by those who were also on the Gryffindor House team.

   The Hufflepuff Beaters had clearly been practicing ( she told them, she told their captain that Hufflepuff was working really hard this time, they’d changed up their strategy and coming up with things like that 5 minutes before a game was impossible, even for her ), and the amount of times she had to weave her way around them and their chasers and the bludgers that seemed to be quite obsessed with her was frankly getting on her nerves.

   The quaffle was in her hand, and she was whizzing her way towards the opposite side, towards the ‘Puff keeper who was too lanky to be buff and yet was the quickest boy she’d ever played against. He seemed to favour his left side, so she flew as though she was aiming for the left hoop. Usually, faking in 'Puff matches worked superbly well, but the team was new and the keeper was newer - she wasn’t too sure about what to expect.

   Just as she was about to swerve and aim for the right, a bludger came at her from nowhere and hit her straight in the gut and the next couple of seconds were filled with blinding pain followed by nothingness.

   The next morning, the healer told her that it would be best if she just stayed away from Quidditch for, oh, maybe 6 months to a year to a lifetime.

                                             23.

   She hadn’t known that she was returning to war. She hadn’t known that she was going to join a group that understood the desperation for revenge, for justice, for her rights. Their rights. She didn’t know she was giving up her life to become a soldier, and yet it felt like the right decision. If things worked out, she’d have a long life to fulfil her career aspirations. If not, at least she’d have fought for what she believed in.

   That’s how she thought of herself. A soldier. Every time they raided, every time they found a Death Eater, or a trace of one, or a way to force their hand in a move they didn’t care for, she felt mechanical. There was emotion - they always was. Usually, when it happened, there was satisfaction. It felt right - all those years of being mocked and teased and being called a mudblood had ignited a fire in her that never died out. That never would die out.

   Sometimes she wondered what it would be like if she’d just continued with the International Quidditch Team. She could have continued travelling the world, strategizing, stayed ignorant about the war brewing in her home country. But she wasn’t the kind of person to do that - she was righteous, and brave, and just. At least she hoped to be.

   Selina faced the Boggart in front of her with a strong brow and a stable wand.

                                                "Riddikulus.“

   She turned it from an arm with the word “Mudblood” engraved into it a hand that skipped around everywhere, jumping upon a table and tap dancing till the frown on her face turned into the smallest of smiles.