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| Topic Started: Jul 20 2006, 12:40 AM (1,079 Views) | |
| RD Admin | Jul 20 2006, 12:40 AM Post #1 |
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<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Special Abilities i. Only one ability per character, with the exception of plot characters or special admin permission. ii. If iii. Abilities that are assigned to characters by the Admin need not be applied for. Animagus : The ability to transform into an animal at will. The animal you turn into is not chosen, but determined by your inner qualities. Only seventh years and up may apply, as this is a learned skill.
Empath : Empathy is the ability to understand and feel someone's emotions. It is an ability that you are born with and as developed as you grow, though not always at the same rate for every Empath. Some Empaths only know what a person is feeling, but cannot feel it. Others, much stronger Empaths, experience whatever feeling someone else does as if it were their own. Everyone may apply, as you are born with the ability, but how proficient you are with the ability may be determined by your age.
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| Driscoll Weasley | Jul 22 2006, 05:53 PM Post #2 |
 
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Full Name: Driscoll Weasley Age/Year: 17 (nearly 18)/7th Ability Chosen: Animagus... do i decide the animal or will you? RP Sample of Ability: Driscoll rolled over in bed and forced his feet to touch the ground. His upper body remained in bed for as long as possible while his pale feet hit the cold wood floor. The lanky boy heaved a sigh and finally forced the rest of his body out of bed. Standing upright, the thin boy pushed his fingers through his hair, causing it to stand almost uncomfortably on end. However, Driscoll didn't seem to notice or care. He simply shuffled, blurry eyed over to the wooden dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and two t-shirts. Not paying any mind, he yanked on his clothes and put on his belt. His wand got shoved into his pocket and bare footed, Driscoll headed down stairs to his father's study. Being forced to get up early was not Driscoll's idea of a fun time. In fact, this was not Driscoll's idea of a good time. However, he'd been talking about becoming an animagius for years now and since the summer before he came of age, his parents had decided he needed to study how to do it. His father said it could be helpful for his job and his mother saw no need to argue. And so, Driscoll's summer fun of getting drunk and high was plauged with early morning study sessions on becoming an animagius. Yawning, Driscoll grabbed a piece of toast on his way out of the kitchen and to the study. He crammed it in his mouth with only a few bites and closed the door of the study behind him. Only his father and he knew he was still at it, though he had a suspision that his mother knew, Dris just didn't like to talk about it. He felt that this accomplishment was his own private business until it was over. And hopefully that would be soon. It'd been about eight months since he'd finished all the reading his father had given him. Readings about how people had died and seriously injured themselves trying and failing to become an improper anigamus. And then he'd read things about how people had accomplished this and their experiences. Finally, it was Driscoll's tearn. Despite the fact that the couch was calling for him to sit down and sleep a bit longer, Driscoll stood staring at it in the center of the room. He pulled his wand out of his pocket with a dramatic yawn. Perhaps today would be the day. Last time he'd felt a tingling sensation and he knew his body'd started to change. He could feel it. The sensation had been very weird, like all his internal organs had been crunched up. Driscoll shuttered at the thought, unable to believe he was still going through with this. Groaning, he lifted his wand focused hard on the transformation. Perhaps someday he'd been good enough to do this without his wand. Driscoll hoped for the day. The sensation began to wash over him again, and Dris struggled not to lose focus. He wanted so badly to know what his animal was, to know what he working for. He sincerely hoped it wasn't a lame animal, or this all would have been a major bust. There had to be some luck being the son of a half veela and half werewolf. Driscoll closed his eyes, focusing hard. When he opened them a few minutes later, everything had changed and Driscoll knew that something magical had happened to him. Countless doors had opened for him. -right so it's not him using the ability, but i didn't know if we're supposed to pick or not and I think that makes a difference with him using it vs not using it. Let me know if i need to fix anythng and I gladly will. I can also add more to this easily, if you'd like.- You get to decide the animal =). How about a Husky then? Husky dog, right? Sorry. I'm not too good with proper nouns. >.O; yep. Sorry for not being clearer.  Heh, no problem. I'm sort of oblivious to those type of things anyways. Accepted. ^^; |
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| Dido__Lupin | Jul 23 2006, 08:25 PM Post #3 |
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<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Full Name: Dido Cassiopia Lupin Age/Year: 15/Fifth Year Ability Chosen: Metamorphmagus RP Sample of Ability: Approved! |
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| Logan Minas | Jul 24 2006, 11:03 AM Post #4 |
l i q u i d c.o.c.a.i.n.e.
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Full Name: Logan (Elle) Kyla Minas Age/Year: 16/6th Ability Chosen: Seer RP Sample of Ability: It was all happening so fast, the colours were swirling in her mind, the sounds crashing in her hears as if her eardrums would burst any moment. She was watching it all happen, but she was helpless, she couldn’t even speak. She was seeing out her own eyes, but she was also in the room. Elle couldn’t make out everyone’s faces, but it was clear- there was panic, angst, and pain. Logan found herself in the corner of the room trying to cover her eyes, she didn’t want to know. But her hands wouldn’t move from her sides. She saw it happen, and it was dire. Logan heard a scream, a long high pitched shrill of madness, who it had come from she wasn’t sure, it was all a blur. The colours swirled more, time had passed. There was nothing there, she felt empty, lost, confused. What had happened? Utter darkness. The colours moved from the outside swirling in and out, and the scene began once more. The waves were lapping against the shore of the Scotland coast, the sun covered with clouds. As the wind began to pick up, the waves grew as they roared towards land. Elle, watched herself move away from shore and jog towards the Minas home. The storm was brewing. Thunder echoed across the greying sky, sheets of lightening struck over the ocean. Elle huddled under a blanket on the living room couch watching her mother scurry about with her wand closing windows, and preparing for a long night. Elle heard the footsteps of young Allister. He was twelve and wouldn’t admit he was scared of the blaring storm, but Logan knew. “Allister,” she watched herself call out. He curled up beside her under the blanket as they looked into a crackling fire. The rest of the boys soon found their way into the living room with Allister and Logan. Elle grabbed a couple of extra blankets as they all squished together on the couch. Elle looked up at her eldest brother, Campbell. He’d been visiting the house before the storm had began. But, where was her father? Elle, cowering in the corner, looked through their home jogging about, passing by her living self many times. Elle watched as her mother opened the back door calling out into the trenches of rain. The image of her father at the bank searching the shores filled Logan’s mind. It wasn’t safe. The undertow. This storm. Logan felt herself panicking as she tried to scream out. Her mother was screaming and crying at him to leave the family dog and come inside. But he hadn’t heard. The children heard their mother’s pleas and moved towards the door joining her concern. Elle watched herself cry into Campbell’s shoulder. It all happened so quickly, the wave was so big, too big. Blair tried for minutes to make it back to shore, to get a hold of something, but the wave was too big, the tow too strong. The water swept him away, and then the scream- the shrill terror. Logan awoke in a pool of sweat, tears streamed down her cheeks, but what she had dreamt had slipped away to her unconscious self. Elle tried to force herself to remember what had happened, but it was all a blur. The room was hot, too hot. Approved! |
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| Genevieve Albin | Jul 25 2006, 02:55 PM Post #5 |
the w o r s t crime of ALL
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Hee, it was worth a try. Full Name: Genevieve Albin Age/Year: 16/6 Ability Chosen: Magid RP Sample of Ability: It just never seemed to be a normal day for Miss Genevieve Albin, and, of course, the abnormalities kept on coming. At the moment, the young woman was lost in the Forbidden Forest. How had she ended up there? Earlier that morning, Genevieve had taken a bet from a Ravenclaw that she could go into the Forbidden Forest- the deepest part- and come out alive and not in trouble. It was a stupid bet, and Genevieve was particularly angry with herself for even accepting it, now. It had seemed a good idea at the time- five sickles for walking in and out of the forest unharmed and uncaught- especially with her innate sense of direction. Unfortunately that 'innate sense of direction' had decided not to come with her into the Forest, and, rather, cower at the foot of the Forest and hope its owner didn't die. If such a thing was possible, anyway. Annoyed, Genevieve brushed pieces of hair out of her eyes and pressed forward, not bothering to look back. At least it was the middle of the day verse, say, nighttime where anything could have launched itself at her, and she'd never know, but it was dark in the forest, anyway, with only dapples of light. She brushed hair out of her eyes again- even wearing it short, it continued to be in her way! Her legs ached, and her arms were scratched from careless runins with branches and thorns, and the back of her left hand was bleeding profusely. Maybe if she took a short break she wouldn't feel so exhausted; there was a clearing right there, anyway. Stumbling forward, Genevieve landed at the foot of what seemed to be a pond; she moved back quickly and sat with her legs brossed beneath her, watching the water warily. Genevieve wouldn't trsut anything in this forest; nothing was ever as it seemed. She glanced at a tree, deciding it could be a nymph for all she knew, and that fallen leaf beside her could be a deadly creature they were yet to learn about. Genevieve leaned back, staring up at the sky. Well, as much as the sky she could see beyond the branches and the leaves; there was little to see. Much unlike the night sky, there was nothing to look for- the clouds were stationary, the sun was just out of her sight, and the blue sky was clear of anything living. Something snapped behind her, and she was alert, immediately, on her heels and holding herself up with on arm. A centaur stepped forward, watching her warily; she could tell he noted that there was no wand in her hand. "What are you doing here, Human?" Genevieve stood, brushing off her legs, taking her time- of course, that was idiotic when it came to centaurs, but that was Genevieve. "Exploring," She replied simply, not bothering to look at him. "Leave- this is the centaurs' territory," Genevieve looked up, tilting her head to one side, smirking. Really, the girl could be a complete idiot, sometimes. "I was just sitting. I didn't drink your water, or step on your leaves or anything. You're allowed on school property; just because you don't exercise it doesn't mean you're not- why should people be allowed here, especially if they're just exploring." "My patience is waning, Human," The centaur said a touch heatedly. Show no fear, show no fear. It felt as if her heart was pumping to the single thought. Genevieve sighed, "Alright, alright, I'll go... Meanie." The centaur nodded, forcing himself to ignore the remark. She rubbed the back of her hand- the bleeding was yet to have stopped. Where was her wand? She felt her pockets and her person for the wand, but there was nothing. "Worth a shot..." She muttered, glancing around, "Scourgify." The blood on the back of her hand was gone, revealing a nasty, cresent-shaped cut. "Neat." She grinned. Of course, being a Ravenclaw, the magid ability should have come to her, but she'd never really expected it to. "Hmm...Avis." In front of her, a gr\oup of birds exploded into sight and flew off. "I think I like being a magid." She said to herself, laughing. She glanced at the centaur behind her and whispered, "Confundus," And darted through the trees, not looking back at the suddenly dazed centaur. They'd have to believe she'd reached the center of the forest- Genevieve must have been gone half the day, by now. Approved! |
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| + Simon Longbottom | Jul 25 2006, 04:40 PM Post #6 |
Life is a game of chess
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Full Name: Simon Longbottom Age/Year: 17/7th Ability Chosen: Magid RP Sample of Ability: Summer had definatly been far from a bust, Simon thought, leaning his blonde head against the cool window of the Hogwarts express. He was sitting backwards, watching the scenery speed past him. Simon always sat backwards on the train because he always wanted to watch the past stay behind them. Some said it was very interesting of him, while others just gave him a weird look. Simon couldn't help but think that those people didn't know how to think for themselves. Watching the train station disappear, Simon closed his pale blue eyes. Instantly he was in a place over a year ago. All the practice had finally paid off. Simon was so proud of himself it wasn't even comprehendable. He'd bounced on the train eagerly, knowing he had a secret that none of these other students had. His wand was tucked into his trunk, but he wasn't completely unarmed. No, he was perhaps more equipt than any of the other students who were getting on the train. The cocky tilt of the chin and his conceted smirk. There was also the fact that Simon was sauntering down the halls on the way to his usual compartment. It was clear Simon was expecting someone to challenge him. Getting to his compartment, two first year boys were huddled nervously inside. "Out," Simon barked, pointing behind him. The kids shook a bit at the sixth year, but one piped up that they were there first. "Well. I've been here five times previous. And yes, my name is on the seat," Simon challenged. Of course, his name had not been on the seat until that very moment but thanks to Simon's newly aquired ability, it was now. Cowering, the two boys managed to squeek past Simon. The Slytherin sunk into his seat, in the exact position he was sitting in now. Simon smiled fondly at the memory, he'd known long ago he was a powerful wizard so the ability had come with few struggles. Of course, there had been quite a few broken kitchen ware and a very angry Mrs. Longbottom but by now she was used to dealing with her genius of a son. Since turning 17, Simon had spent time perfecting the ability. He now only kept his wand on him in case of dire emerencies. He knew that the NEWTs this year would be a breeze, after all, he was a bonified genius. And, with wandless magic... Simon was... special to say the least. The compartment door slid open and a third year Gryffindor peeped their head in. Simon didn't even bother to open his eyes. With his mind, he managed to hex the kid with the Bat Boogey hex. Sure, it wasn't mature but it was better than nothing. The boy'd have to wait until the train left the Muggle area before his friends could fix it.... if any one of them knew how to do it. Maybe if he was lucky he had an older sibling who could right the wrong. Maybe the poor sod was a Weasley. Those damn Weasleys were all over the place. Sighing contentedly, Simon opened his eyes again. This was going to be a fantastic year. Before he'd only been able to do simple hexes and spells but now the sky was the limit. All the struggle and work had finally paid off. He'd accomplished his goal for Hogwarts. Now there was time to find something else that would edge his advantage on everybody. He wasn't a Longbottom for no reason. Simon chuckled at that thought. Everybody had expected him to be a duffer like his father had been. No one expected him to be as amazing as Frank Longbottom had been... if not better. Simon shook his head. He had to show the world that the Longbottoms were better than ever expected and it all rested on his shoulders. Approved! |
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| Nikolai Dolohov | Jul 25 2006, 06:05 PM Post #7 |
___it’s SEXIER this way
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Full Name: Nikolai Dolohov Age/Year: seventeen && seventh Ability Chosen: Occlumens RP Sample of Ability: "My dead mother could do better than that." The disgust-stained echos of a male voice whipped around the vast dungeon as a sharp blow was delivered to a panting body. What had his dad taught him? Right, let’s try this again. In order to block your mind from any intruders, you must be focused. You must have complete control, you must be indifferent, and most importantly, you must be strong. Sprawled against the white marble that belonged to the Dolohov’s, a certain boy cradled his throbbing temple with blood-stained hands. Lacerations painted this Slytherin’s features, time pressed down on this Slytherin’s bones, and the faint-marks of dead bruises were drawn on all over this Slytherin’s body. This is the consequence of being in the so called ‘rich and beautiful’ club. You had expectations others didn’t, you had lifestyles others didn’t, and you worshipped Gods no one believed in. Shadows thrown over Colter’s lean figure, a figure towered over the boy with a wand clutched in his right hand. Fear trembled through the teenager’s body, his ears picked up on even the quietest of the quiet of whispers, and with a slight recoil of his body, Colter meekly peered up at the devil in its true form: Antonin Dolohov. ”Crucio." Pain erupted from the tip of this man’s wand and within less than a second, Nikolai was out again, flat on his back, twitching with considerable sting throbbing from the tip of his now heinously flat hair to the tip of his curled toes. Being subjected to this kind of torture every time he returned home for the summer holidays, the boy was long comfortable with the idea that every now and then, he was to be … reminded of his loyalties. And with the elder Dolohov no where near his expiration date, Nikolai was sure this wouldn’t be the last time this happened. There'd be other lessons to be learnt, years of experience to be taught, doses of pain to be given. His mind blanking out, his eyelids fluttering open and shut, Nikolai focused on keeping his secrets a secret. No one needed to know of this boy’s real loyalties; no one needed to know that he’d rather be off with a girl getting his freak on than serving the Dark Lord. No one needed to know this boy hated his father with every ounce of his bod - oop, too late for that one. Determination was key and hell, Nikolai was determined to remain alive. And as quick as it had appeared, the spell was lifted with relative ease. Innocence painted across the father’s features as one of the only two people Antonin ever submitted to, descended the stairs with grace and sophistication exuding from every step. And as quick as he had appeared, the devil disappeared with a bold lie stringed together for the sake of the Dolohovs - after all, they were still family and family had to stick together through thick and thin. Body slumped in a wave of sweat, the headstrong boy grounded out through clenched teeth to the retrieving back of his dad. “There’s nothing there, you d***.” Approved! |
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| Algernon Everard | Jul 25 2006, 07:12 PM Post #8 |
&& I Feel Nothing
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<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Full Name: Algernon Everard Age/Year: 16 / 17 Ability Chosen: Empath RP Sample of Ability: I know my example is really bad, but I could try again. No, no! It's lovely. xD Approved! |
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| Cameron Potter | Jul 26 2006, 11:54 AM Post #9 |
Sweet’n’sour w/ a twist of darkness
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Age/Year: 14, 4th Ability Chosen: Empath RP Sample of Ability: A summer locked up with just his family had been a bad idea, and Cameron realized it from the exact moment he stepped into Diagon Alley with his family. He was pracitcally blown off his feet by everybody's emotions. His own body was ridden with their feelings of joy, sorrow, anxioty, fear, and just about everything inbetween. Cameron let out a soft gasp as a man walked by with a scowl on his face, causing Cammie to experience the strongest feeling of anger he'd felt in a long time. Ginny gave Cameron a surprised look at his noise, clearly wondering if he was okay. Cammie smiled at his mother, proving once again that he was better at acting than any of them realized. They all thought the Hufflepuff boy was quiet and honest, not full of secrets and things they wouldn't approve of. After all, they had no idea that he was an empath. They just thought he was intuitive because he always knew the right thing to say for the situation and delt with them accordingly. Despite the fact that Cameron knew his mother was concerned about how he was doing, Cammie managed to drag slightly behind the Potter clan. His parents had a habit of watching his twin over him anyway... since he had a bigger track recorded with causing trouble. Cammeron doubted he'd ever gotten in trouble for anything he'd done. At least, nothing to the extent of his twin brother. Jacob and Alayna wouldn't be with them for very long, just enough time for their parents to give them money so they could do their own thing. How lucky they were to be NEWT students. Cameron began to hope desperatly that one of his own friends would come along and save him from his parents. They wouldn't trust him and his twin together and Cammie definatly wasn't going anywhere alone. Sighing, Cameron tugged on the longer strand of blonde hair, twirling it around his fingers as he tried to find a plan of action. He also began to take in the emotions around him. Over time he'd gotten very use to his family, he was able to tune them out when needed-unless they were feeling something very strong. Cameron shook his head, remembering the very strong lusty feeling he'd gotten from Jacob one time... oh the memory. Cameron cleared it from his head quickly. That was one of the last things he wanted to remember-ever. Talk about bad memory. Cameron shook his head again and began to call on their emotions, letting them wash over him. He wasn't sure when he realized he could channel his family's emotions into a sort of woven blanket, but since he'd started doing it, he'd enjoyed it. It gave him a sort of protected feeling... and kept outside emotions outside. Once Jacob and Alayna left, the shield thing would weaken and probably break leaving Cameron to be bombarded with everyone else's emotions. Once again, he would leave Diagon Alley exhausted and with a throbbing headache. Cammie was sure it could be worse, but he was by no means looking forward to the end of the evening. Sure enough, after they stoped at Gringott's, the Potter family broke apart. Ginny and Harry took the twins to get their books. Cameron was once again washed with the emotions of everybody who passed. He could feel it on his chest and he started focusing on his own feeling of mild happiness, but it wasn't good enough. Every person he passed was like being on an emotional roller coaster. Some people Cameron wanted to follow because he knew he could help them, but others, Cameron wanted to hurry away from because they frightened him. All the emotions were more intense than Cameron had ever remembered and he realized suddenly that he needed to control this before he got lost in people's emotions. Going back to school was going to be torturous. The foursome passed an old man, doubled over on the street and Cammie tripped. Harry reached out to keep him from falling, but he was too late-Cameron scrapped his knee. He quickly scrambled up and kept on walking. No one need to know why he fell. He just gave his father a sheepish grin and said, "I'm a klutz." Harry accepted this answer reluctantly and Cameron knew his father suspected something was up. Harry was, after all, the king of magical oddities. Cameron closed his eyes, hoping they wouldn't dwell on his situation. "I'm going to go look at something!" Cameron piped up as they entered the bookstore and he hurried off to the section he needed. Empath, empath, empath... Cameron couldn't find anything and then! There it was! Three books. Cameron pulled them off the shelf and immediatly disgarded the first two. One was about how to discover if a loved one is an empath, and the other was "teach yourself how to become an empath." Cameron made a coughing noise in his throat and quickly put the books away. They were the last things he needed. Cammie looked at third book. "Empath: How to develop understanding." Sighing, he gave the book a skeptical look. It looked like it could be helpful but he wasn't so sure. Probably better than nothing, though he hoped Hogwarts had a better selection so he could get some real help. Tucking the book under his arm, Cammie hurried over to the counter to pay for his item. The man was staring at a pretty woman stocking the shelves. From both their emotions, Cameron could tell they were in love. "You should ask her soon, she's ready," Cameron said, giving the man a friendly smile. "You think so-wait you're just a kid!" The man accused before looking at the book title. He gave Cameron an appologetic smile. He slipped the book into the bag and handed it to Cameron, the small boy accepted the package and began to look for his family. Perhaps they had the books already paid for so the man wouldn't spill to his parents. That was the last thing he needed, someone to tell his parents about this for him. All Cammie knew was that he needed to own up soon... before he went crazy and did something stupid based on someone else's emotions. Approved! |
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| Frankie Sheffield | Jul 26 2006, 01:45 PM Post #10 |
Love Is Just A Game
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Age/Year:22/graduated Ability Chosen: Legilimens//Occlumens RP Sample of Ability: Frankie immediately jumped up off the ground and back into ready position. She couldn’t believe that she had let him get her down to the ground, but at least she still had her wand. Focusing on the duel at hand she tried to make eye contact with her partner, which to her luck was her instructor. This Auror training was a lot more work than she would have expected, but the young girl was up for it. She never let anyone get to her so much that she gave up. Quitting was not in her vocabulary. Finally she was able to make eye contact and whispered “Legilimens” soft enough so he didn’t hear. At that instant she heard “Okay, now get lets see how she handles unforgiveables.” Frankie ducked just as the word “”Crucio,” escaped from his lips, and countered with a curse sending him flying against the wall. Getting up, he couldn’t help himself and asked, “How did you know?” Sighing Frankie thought back to her childhood and all that her mother did for her. The only thing she ever really learned from her was to be a Legilimens and Occlumens. It would come in handy later in life but she didn’t realize it when she learned it. Now she regretted not listening to her mother more before she died. Maybe if she had Frankie would have learned more from her than she would ever imagine. “My mother. She taught me legilimens and occlumens when I was younger.” “Really?” he asked approaching her. Frankie nodded and put her wand back up to his chest. She guessed he had thought that she had broken the link and was no longer listening to his thoughts and he was going to surprise her. He laughed and asked if he could try to enter her mind. Nodding Frankie prepared to push him out. She felt him enter her mind but she put up a wall blocking him from anything. He pushed harder and she forced him back even more. Soon she was sick of it and sent him once again flying across the room. “Sorry.” Approved! |
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| Isabella Conners | Jul 26 2006, 03:03 PM Post #11 |
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Age/Year: Seventeen/Seventh Ability Chosen: Seer RP Sample of Ability: Isabella Conners flipped back onto her side for hundredth time that night, praying for sleep to come, though she knew her wishes were in vain. She was having another vision. Or trying to at least. She was fighting it off as hard as she could, but it wasn't that easy. It had been like this every night for the past week or so. The same dream-like visions that kept her from drifting off into anything close to a real sleep. Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes tightly. Torches lined the stone walls, their lights flickering against the granite, giving off an eery sort of glow. She was somewhere in Hogwarts, that much was clear, though she couldn't tell exactly where because of the poor lighting. When had she fallen asleep? A scream distracted her from her thoughts, and her neck snapped to the side in alarm. It had obviously been the scream of a girl, that much she could tell by the high pitched tones it had possessed. Normally she wouldn't respond to another person's distress, but the fact that she was quite aware that this was a dream, and that the only reason for having it was so that she could some how prevent whatever struggle was about to take place, she trotted to her left. The hall around her changed gradually as she moved through it, her surroundings appearing in blurred splotches of stone and flames. On her way towards the scream, she noticed that there were other voices as well. Many of them actually, probably around a dozen or so. The drafty air of the castle tickled her nose, as she breathed heavily, not used to running with so much purpose. She couldn't help the feeling of fear that was gripping her insides, even though she had no idea who or what she was running towards. She rounded the corner, her honey colored eyes searching the hallway eagerly, wanting to find the cause of the commotion. Rounding the next corner, she couldn't control the gasp that escaped her lips. Her lips trembled, and she brought her hands to her mouth quietly, afraid that- "...wrong? Bella!" Bella's eyes opened quickly, her breath coming out in short, sharp bursts, her chest heaving. She searched desperately for the source of the voice, and found her dorm mate staring down at her in concern. With a shake of her head, Bella dismissed the girl silently, wiping her wrist over her forehead, and feeling the thin layer of sweat that had formed there. Finally on her own again, Bella turned back onto her side, this time keeping her eyes peeled open. Her visions left her physically exhausted, and her body craved to fall back asleep. But she wouldn't let herself, not after seeing what she had. Approved! |
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| Iain Finnigan | Jul 27 2006, 01:16 PM Post #12 |
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Age/Year: Sixteen/Sixth Ability Chosen: Empath RP Sample of Ability: Finally! Iain could get some peace and quiet from the mass of people that had been attending one of his father's parties. It wasn't that he didn't like parties, but being only seven years old, he was expected to be on his best behaviour, and not cause trouble, as he had a penchant for doing. But lately, he had been more and more restless, the more he was around people. He knew that he was an empath, or at least knew that his parents suspected it, but this was too much. His mind seemed to be reeling from the overload, the utter fakeness of people who came to the party, thinking that they would get in with one of Harry Potter's good friends. The dislike and hate for what they had to do to get close to Potter was seething just below their surface, and Iain could almost see it. And then he had looked at his parents, and could see the love for eachother radiating off of them as they stood and made a speech to the crowd. Iain just wanted to disappear. And so he had forced his parents to let him leave, by engaging in activities that were hardly 'becoming' for a young gentleman such as himself. With a group of other kids, they had begun a game called 'fox' where one kid had to find all of the rest, within a certain time limit. At least it wasn't a game of chase, though that would make things interesting. Regardless, Iain was the fox this time, and he had gone dipping, bobbing, and weaving through the legs of the adults, until he felt a hand grasp his collar and looked up into the eyes of his father, Seamus Finnigan, someone who was well respected in the wizarding world for his help in the war. Iain could feel the disappointment radiating off of him, and it made him feel about two feet tall. The man that he loved more than anything in the world except maybe his mother was looking at him sadly, and Iain wanted to wiggle loose and run and hide. But wasn’t the entire point of the game so that he could leave? He wanted desperately to get away from these people, these fake, smiling people who made him sick. He needed to find out some way to control this…ability. His father looked at him in concern when he didn’t say anything for several minutes, and it was then that Iain realized that the man had been talking to him. Seamus had said, “Well, what do you have to say for yourself, son?” and Iain had been looking off at his older sister, who had also been playing but simply hadn’t been caught. She had grabbed hold of their little brother, and Iain could see that she was afraid. Not that she was afraid of her father, but she was afraid that she was going to get into trouble as well. Liona had always been that way. She wanted a perfect family, Iain knew. But what was he to say? Their parents threw lavish parties like this, and they couldn’t afford it at all. They could barely afford to survive, and yet, they were going into more and more debt. Iain didn’t want anything to do with it, but he knew that as soon as he was able, they’d be sending him to work. He both dreaded and looked forward to it. But, adopting an innocent air, he looked up and said, “Is there something wrong, father?” The look on Seamus’ face was priceless, almost as if he both wanted to hug, and hit his son. Iain knew that he wanted to do both, but the sterner side of Seamus that he had learned from grandfather often came out stronger, and he spoke sternly, “Up to your room, son.” Iain of course, was ecstatic and, after speaking, “Yes, sir,” hurried off as fast as he could without causing a scene. He reached his room, shut the door, and breathed in a sigh of relief at the emotional silence that overtook him. It was nice to be able to only feel one’s own emotions sometimes, especially after being overloaded with them in a room full of people. He dreaded the punishment that he was sure would come later, but for now, he lay back with a book, and enjoyed his temporary respite. Approved! |
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| + Ciardha Rookwood | Jul 28 2006, 11:06 AM Post #13 |
A Chaotic Wonderland.
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Age/Year: Ciardha Rookwood Ability Chosen: Magid RP Sample of Ability: It was a bright new day and Ciardha still lay sleep in her four poster bed with deep green curtains around it to block out the sun. unfortunately someone thought it would be funny to open up the window curtains and the curtains to her bed letting the dreadfully bright sun engulf her bed. She began to stir the sun doing it's job and waking her. Her eyes not open yet but her being awake she said "Whoever thought this would be a funny joke better get out of this dorm right now or they will regret being born" she calmly yet sternly said to them There was no sound of movement so Ciardha opened her eyes to find the culprit to be some seventh year princess who was out to get her. No matter though Ciardha had a trick up her sleeve, she gave the girl another warning and the girl just laughed in her face. Oh she was going to get it with a small mischievous smile on her face Ciardha said very simply “Petrificus Totalus” and the girl fell to the ground ridged. “I warned you” she said to the now very ridged girl on her dormitory floor. She was hungry and she was about to walk out the door and go down to the Great Hall when she realized that there was no way she would be able to wear her nightgown there. She grumbled and made her way to her closet and picked out a pair of light blue hip hugger jeans with a few holes in it placed in various spots, a black babydoll t-shirt reading ‘scene queen’ and her school robes. After picking out her clothes she headed to the bathroom for a shower. To hungry to take her usual 30 minute shower she cut the time in half. Drying off she put on her clothes and walked out of the dorm. Ciardha walked down the stairs to the common room as usual it was filled with Slytherins most of which were first and second years. She couldn't figure out why on Earth they were here and not in the Great Hall eating and how they could function without breakfast but as usual she didn't care enough to find out the reason and simply walked passed them. She felt a few eyes lay upon her as she was quite looked up to by other Slytherin but still she ignored them and walked out of the common room. She took a seat at the Slytherin table and began eating and realized she forgot to reverse the effects. She simply shrugged to proud of herself to care, that was the first time she had successful used wandless magic. It had been her goal all of fifth year to be able to use and had never once been successful. It was rather frustrating not to be able to do something you want to do especially when your parents are very powerful wizards. Memories of strange outcomes like conjuring a bunch of bats instead of birds when she had tried that charm. Or when she tried the Protean Charm and well nothing had happened at all. Her thoughts trailed back to the girl lying on her floor and again not caring enough to go back and get her someone would come along right? ((EW that sucked but I finally got it done.)) Approved! |
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| Rosalyn Thomas | Aug 7 2006, 01:03 AM Post #14 |
99 red b a l l o o n s
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Age/Year: 16/6th Ability Chosen: Seer RP Sample of Ability: Rosalyn loved her mother. Truly and dearly. However, the one thing she could not stand was when Parvati Thomas did the whole Divination... thing. Some days she would take out her tealeaves, tarot cards, light incense, and predict her daughter's future. The incense gave Rosalyn a headache, but apparently “the influence of the moon, along with a minor aspect of Mercury indicated that spending more time with family would ensure that she was headed in the right direction.” Rosalyn knew her mother was a fraud, but she humored her because she loved her. It was after one of their longer Divination sessions that her mother left to answer the door. Rosalyn was left to clean up the large assortment of various Divination tools—or as her mother called them “tools used to harness the power of the inner eye.” Rosalyn sighed and squinted hard to soothe her eyes, which were burning from all the scented smoke. First she covered the crystal ball and returned it to its place on the shelf. Next she collected the incense sticks scattered throughout the area and threw them out. Rosalyn reached for the cup of tealeaves and looked into it. It looked like a dog, or wolf, or SOME sort of canine. She laughed. It always looked like a dog no matter what. She squinted again and rubbed what felt like an eyelash out of her eye. Merlin, her eyes were bloody killing her. Rosalyn was about to dump the tealeaves out when she noticed that they looked somewhat different now. Strange. They looked like the shape of a human now. Don’t be stupid. You’re just looking at it from a different angle or you shook them out of place. She dumped the tealeaves out. “Okay, what’s next.” She murmured out loud. Oh right, the tarot cards. Why was the smoke not airing out by now? Merlin, she could hardly see. Rosalyn coughed as an unpleasant burning sensation filled her lungs. The air felt drier. It smelled like curry, warm dirt, and yellow spice. It smelled like India. “Jenny?” “What the hell? Kris, is that you?” Heavy breathing. A sob. Screaming. “Merlin! Rosalyn! I’m gone for ten minutes and you still don’t have all of this cleaned up?” The smoke was gone and her mother was standing in the doorway. She was acting annoyed but she was clearly pleased to see that her daughter wasn’t in a hurry to clean up all the Divination supplies. Rosalyn looked at her mother wide-eyed and dry-mouthed. “S-sorry, Mum. Just getting the last of the tealeaves.” Rosalyn grabbed at the last of the teacups and poured them out. She couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of the tealeaves and was relieved to see that they didn’t resemble anything, not even a stupid dog. She cleaned up everything else quickly, fled the room stiffly, and read a copy of Advanced Rune Logogram Translation until her mind went numb. Straightforward. Logical. That’s all she needed. [ooc note: I got permission from Kristeen to use her werewolf bite as Rosalyn's first (and as of right now only) Seer experience] Approved! |
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| Henrietta Wagtail | Aug 7 2006, 04:54 AM Post #15 |
-- set off false pretense;
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