Post by Sandy Longbottom on Jul 1, 2007 22:23:40 GMT -5
Hello loves...I joined this site a while ago and finally remembered it...so here's my app. It's almost complete, but I have to go. Sorry kids. I'll be on tomorrow to finish it.
The Roleplayer: About You[/U]
Name: Kimmie
Gender: Female
Location: U.S.A
How You Found Us: Don't remember. I think Neo.
The Character: Basics[/U]
Full Name: Alexander Christos Lovegood-Longbottom
Age: 13
Parents' Names: Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom
House at Hogwarts: Ravenclaw
Year at Hogwarts: 3rd
Gender: Male
History: Alexander Christos Lovegood-Longbottom was born to Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom on January 29th. He was the second twin, born after his brother Theodore by ten minutes.
Siblings Attending Hogwarts: Theodore Longbottom, I will be playing him if possible.
Dylan Longbottom, but I'm not sure who plays him. I just saw him on the parent coupling list.
Siblings out of Hogwarts: N/A
The Character: Appearance[/U]
Eyes: Blue/Green, and his eyebrows are pretty well-groomed.
Hair: Blonde with some brown highlights. His hair is shaggy with long bangs that sometimes go over his eyes.
Piercings: None.
Tattoos: None.
Celebrity Picture:
Celebrity Name: Cole Sprouse (Is he in use? I'm sorry, I must seem stupid, but I couldn't find the Face Claim page
)
The Character: Personality[/U]
Likes:
Dislikes:
Good Qualities:
Bad Qualities:
Overall Personality: Sandy is a cautious, intelligent boy, he was never one to play with fire
The Roleplayer: For Administrator[/U]
Favourite Rule: You ae not allowed to create perfect or desperate characters.
Reason: I'm glad that was made perfectly clear. I hate when you join these HP sites and there's the perfect kid, the one who's good at every spell, outgoing, friends with everyone, is good-looking, plays pranks but the teacher lets them get away with it...etc. SO ANNOYING!
The Roleplayer: Audition[/U]
What It Is: It's an intro
What Genre It Is: Uh...it was for a rpg that was in the Potterverse, but it was a school in the U.S.
Where It's From: It was for an audition for another site; Midnight Magic Academy.
Roleplaying Sample: Anthony pulled out a novel from his black messenger bag. He didn't want to read it; it was a novel that took place in the Civil War. But his teacher had assigned it. So he opened it up to the page he had left off at.
Even if Anthony didn't like the book, he still loved reading. He often felt as if he was there, in the story, like he had been transported through time. Maybe there was some sort of Charm on the book...no...that would take a highly skilled witch or wizard.
He started reading, and immediately he was transported to a battlefield. It was early morning, and thick smoke clouded the air, in shades of yellow and brown. Surrounding him, the field was covered with groaning, suffering men. A horse with wild eyes, bridle dangling and ripped, galloped frantically throughout the mounds of men, tossing it's mane, whinnying in panic. It tripped, fell, and did not rise.
Anthony heard a voice to the side of him. "Water." The voice rasped, in a sort of croaking, parched way. He turned toward the voice and looked into the clouding eyes of a boy who looked not much older than he did, perhaps 15 or 16. Dirt and dried blood streaked the boy's face and matted hair. He was sprawled on the ground, blue uniform covered in fresh, wet blood.
The boy stared at Anthony. "Water." he pleaded again. When his mouth opened to speak, a new stream of blood spurted out, drenching his upper chest and shoulder.
One of Anthony's arms was immobilized with pain, and he could see on his arm (the sleeve had apparently been torn off) splintery bone through the ragged flesh. He tried his other arm and it moved. Slowly he reached down, and removed the cap of his metal water container. When it was open, he extended his arm slowly, inch by inch, until the mouth of the canteen was above the boy's lips. Water trickled into his mouth and down his grimy chin.
The boy sighed. His lower jaw dropped as if he had been surprised. His eyes slowly clouded over and looked almost blank. Then he fell silent.
Anthony closed the book. That was enough of the war for now.
The Roleplayer: About You[/U]
Name: Kimmie
Gender: Female
Location: U.S.A
How You Found Us: Don't remember. I think Neo.
The Character: Basics[/U]
Full Name: Alexander Christos Lovegood-Longbottom
Age: 13
Parents' Names: Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom
House at Hogwarts: Ravenclaw
Year at Hogwarts: 3rd
Gender: Male
History: Alexander Christos Lovegood-Longbottom was born to Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom on January 29th. He was the second twin, born after his brother Theodore by ten minutes.
Siblings Attending Hogwarts: Theodore Longbottom, I will be playing him if possible.
Dylan Longbottom, but I'm not sure who plays him. I just saw him on the parent coupling list.
Siblings out of Hogwarts: N/A
The Character: Appearance[/U]
Eyes: Blue/Green, and his eyebrows are pretty well-groomed.
Hair: Blonde with some brown highlights. His hair is shaggy with long bangs that sometimes go over his eyes.
Piercings: None.
Tattoos: None.
Celebrity Picture:
Celebrity Name: Cole Sprouse (Is he in use? I'm sorry, I must seem stupid, but I couldn't find the Face Claim page
)The Character: Personality[/U]
Likes:
- Sharpie markers
- Studying
- Art
- Music
- Being alone (because he's not with his twin brother Theo)
- Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough
- Reading
- Peace
- School
- Potions
- Charms
Dislikes:
- Being bossed around
- Snobs
- Illiterate people
- Brussels Sprouts
- People who intentionally hurt themselves or others
- War in general
- Divination
- Teachers who don't value the opinion of their students
- Enclosed spaces
- Large crowds, especially if they all have their attention on him
- Messy things
Good Qualities:
- He is sweet
- He is funny
- He has strong opinions
- He is kind
- He is gentle
- He is intelligent
- He is sensitive
Bad Qualities:
- He is shy
- Though he has strong opinions, he often doesn't share them
- He lets Theo boss him around, doing whatever Theo tells him to do
- He is very nice, too nice for his own good
- He doesn't let out his anger at people, and it can bottle up until he explodes
- When he likes a girl, he doesn't know how to show it
- He has a great personality, but doesn't have the courage to make friends with anyone.
Overall Personality: Sandy is a cautious, intelligent boy, he was never one to play with fire
The Roleplayer: For Administrator[/U]
Favourite Rule: You ae not allowed to create perfect or desperate characters.
Reason: I'm glad that was made perfectly clear. I hate when you join these HP sites and there's the perfect kid, the one who's good at every spell, outgoing, friends with everyone, is good-looking, plays pranks but the teacher lets them get away with it...etc. SO ANNOYING!
The Roleplayer: Audition[/U]
What It Is: It's an intro
What Genre It Is: Uh...it was for a rpg that was in the Potterverse, but it was a school in the U.S.
Where It's From: It was for an audition for another site; Midnight Magic Academy.
Roleplaying Sample: Anthony pulled out a novel from his black messenger bag. He didn't want to read it; it was a novel that took place in the Civil War. But his teacher had assigned it. So he opened it up to the page he had left off at.
Even if Anthony didn't like the book, he still loved reading. He often felt as if he was there, in the story, like he had been transported through time. Maybe there was some sort of Charm on the book...no...that would take a highly skilled witch or wizard.
He started reading, and immediately he was transported to a battlefield. It was early morning, and thick smoke clouded the air, in shades of yellow and brown. Surrounding him, the field was covered with groaning, suffering men. A horse with wild eyes, bridle dangling and ripped, galloped frantically throughout the mounds of men, tossing it's mane, whinnying in panic. It tripped, fell, and did not rise.
Anthony heard a voice to the side of him. "Water." The voice rasped, in a sort of croaking, parched way. He turned toward the voice and looked into the clouding eyes of a boy who looked not much older than he did, perhaps 15 or 16. Dirt and dried blood streaked the boy's face and matted hair. He was sprawled on the ground, blue uniform covered in fresh, wet blood.
The boy stared at Anthony. "Water." he pleaded again. When his mouth opened to speak, a new stream of blood spurted out, drenching his upper chest and shoulder.
One of Anthony's arms was immobilized with pain, and he could see on his arm (the sleeve had apparently been torn off) splintery bone through the ragged flesh. He tried his other arm and it moved. Slowly he reached down, and removed the cap of his metal water container. When it was open, he extended his arm slowly, inch by inch, until the mouth of the canteen was above the boy's lips. Water trickled into his mouth and down his grimy chin.
The boy sighed. His lower jaw dropped as if he had been surprised. His eyes slowly clouded over and looked almost blank. Then he fell silent.
Anthony closed the book. That was enough of the war for now.