--*--The Triwizard Tournament--*-- (Rated PG-15)

[Psychotic_Demon]

Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating the Great Hall of Beauxbaton. Students shifted uneasily in their seats, casting nervous glances at the enchanted ceiling, all jumping as thunder rolled in the sky. Besides the storm raging on outside, there was no noise. Not a single student spoke. At the head of the long room, three people stood surrounding a goblet. One of them, a man with a compassionate face and kind, but tired eyes mumbled something, as the other two stepped back a pace. One was a woman who was dressed as if she were royal, and judging by the way she carried herself, she might have been. The other was a middle-aged man, who's dark eyes that surveyed each of the students seated befroe him.

As the man spoke, something seemed to glow within the ancient goblet. Suddenly, a blue flame ignited, blowing the man's robes around his slender frame. He stood completely still, the light of the fire reflecting on the mirrored walls around them. The hall was cast in an eerie blue glow, making everthing look distorted and unatrual.

A crackling noise could be heard from nowhere, and light lit up the room. Everyone was momentarily blinded. The young man, new headmaster of Hogwarts, stood, his face frozen in shock. As the students recovered, they all turned their attention to the front of the room, gazing upon a sight they would never forget.

Thousands of broken shards lay on the ground, and a blue mist seemd to hover over them. Pieces of charred paper floated in the air.

The Goblet was broken.

The new headmaster regained his composure, and straitghened, facing the children in the hall of Beauxbaton. "Students," his voice echoed through the room, lingering on in the silence, "It was quite unexpected, but the Goblet is broken, as you see. I regretfully say, all people who put their name in the cup must now participate in the tournament." Lightning lit the faces of hundreds of shocked children.

"There is no turning back now."

--*--

An enormous, white glass-like castle sits in the middle of a lake, on an island. Fountaines surround it, glass gargoyles and angels pour water down it's sides, and the school shines in the moonlight. The landscape is unlike anything ever seen. Waterfalls cascade down from mountains into the water on all sides, twisted, gnarled white trees rise from the shallow parts of the lake, and bridges craved with intricate designs connect smaller islands to the school... It is truely a place of beauty and serenity.

At least from the outside.

You are a student, either from Drumstrang, Beauxbaton. or Hogwarts, thrown into a hellish nightmare, the Triwizard Tournament. No matter your age, you are forced to participate, since the goblet was broken. Some take this as an omen of great evil, others say it was only an accident. But still, strange things tend to happen. This Triwizard Tournament is unlike any others, meant to be harder, more challenging, and the most dangerous in decades, due to the fact there are more than three people participating. Frienships will be tested, promises broken in this tournament. Each student will not only discover a side of them they never thought to exist, but also come to realise they are losing a part of themselves, almost being driven to insanity.

--*--

-Ze rules-

1- Thorns is the co-owner of the Rp. Do as she says or burn in the abyss.
2- Absolutely NO godmodding. I will hunt you down for that.
3- If your are to curse or hex someone, make sure you don't use Avada Kedabra. Anything else is accepted.
4- Don't play anyone else's character without their permission.
5- Any questions, pm Thorns or I.
6- Please, PLEASE read every post. Nobody likes having to explain what's happened in the Rp, Unless you've missed over two pages.

--*--

-Ze Sign-up-

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Year:
Description:
Personality:
Wand:
Pet: ((optional))
Special Talents: ((optional. C'mon, people, I don't want everyone putting: OMG!! my character is super good at all sujects, is really goodly at dark arts, and can change into a dragon and unicorn, and can speak to animals, and is a werewolf!!!!11! One or two special talents, keep it toned down. You're only a student, for Christs sake.))
Rp sample: ((REQUIRED. Unless you are Thorns or myself, one is needed.))

--*--

The tasks will be different, except for the maze and the Yule Ball. The first shall be a search around the surrounding mountains for a statue, the second, a battle against three Tunneling Vermis.

This is an RP brought to you by Thornheart(Thorns) and Syn(Psychotic_Demon). This RP is also not meant for the light-hearted. We're talkin' dark, drama-ish stuff here, people.

 

[Wolf_Goddess]

((Yay! I'm joining! ^.^ It's been awhile since I've seen a decent Harry Potter-based RP around...and I'm sticking with my character, who is in fact a werewolf ^.^))

Name: Simone

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Year: 6

Description: A rather tall, gangly sort of girl. She is pale, with long black hair. Her robes are usually in tatters, and it's a wonder why her hair isn't as unkept as her outfit it. Simone's eyes are a deep yellow-green, and she usually looks rather tired. Also, there is the scar of the bite-mark on her right arm.

Personality: A quiet, kept-to-herself sort of girl. She's lacking in friends, mainly because of insecurity of her being a werewolf. If it leaked out that she was in fact, this creature of the night, she would probably drop out of school against her father's wishes. She seriously needs something to boost her confidence, and now regrets that she had put her name into the Goblet, after the accident.

Wand: Single Unicorn hair, feather of Phoenix, and a strand of werewolf hair. About 17 centimeters in length, quite thin though very durable. A silver colour with a brown handle, the sort of wood unknown to her...for she has forgotten.

Pet: A small cat named Maggie.

Special Talents: A werewolf (if you could call that a talent...), and she has a knack with knowing a lot about magical wildlife.

Rp sample: ((Bah, if you can't tell, I have NO muse today. But, I shall try to the best of my ability...her first year at Beauxbaton. Please note, I'm in no mood to make exaggerated French accents...))

Oh dear God, have mercy on me... were the very thoughts that this young girl of merely twelve years was thinking. She was surrounded by the world's most beautiful girls...and here was she. An ugly child in a tattered robes with deep dark circles under her eyes. She really wasn't as ugly as she thought, but not drop-dead beautiful like all these girls here at this school were.

Her father was speaking in rapid French to the Headmistress, and she caught bits and pieces of their conversation. "Elle est un loup-garou...N'importe quoi vous pouvez faire...Pour aider?" Of course, he was speaking of her condition, and she hangs her head as a gaggle of girls passes by her, giggling at her pathetic looks.

"My my, I heard her father was a rich wizard...but by the looks of her, have they gone bankrupt?" she says in a heavied French accent. The other's giggle. Sighing, Simone looks down, covering her face with silky black locks.

"Mme. Simone?" said the Headmistress, looking down at her. She too, spoke in a very heavy French accent. Her father and her were more British than French, so it was hard to understand through the thick drawl. However, after two years in France, she had gotten used to such (and even learned the language fairly well). I would have gone to Hogwarts... she thought solemnly, But we just had to move here...

"Mme. Simone, just know that I support you fully, and that we of Beauxbaton would not make fun of you." And as she said that, another group of girls giggles at her.

 

[Burninating_Torchic]

heh..but, what would you call a Triwizard tournament with so many people, hmm? The one in the book was more of a Quadwizard tournament, though I suppose they kept the name for 'tradition's sake'...=P Also, as for the no Avada Kedabra rule, what about the other two forbidden curses? I forgot their names, but shouldn't they be forbidden as well? Yet another thing, I thought only 7th year students were able to put their names in the goblet, and the only reason harry got put in was because someone else put it in for him...

Anyways, I'm just gonna go with a stereotypical slytherin type thing here, because ever Harry Potter thing needs one of those, right? =P
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Name: Mike Rehtils
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Year: 7
School: Hogwarts
House: Slytherin
Description: Mike is 6'2" and weighs 150 lbs. He wears black wizardry robes with designs of snakes down the arms, on the sides of the legs, and on the back, one on either side of the spinal cord, going up the back from the waistline all the way up to the edge of the hood that is attached to the robes(Like a hoodie, I guess...o.O). He wears black moccasins. His hair is short, spikey, and brown. His eyes are yellow, and look very similiar to a snake's, due to a surgery he got done on them specifically for that reason.
Personality: Mike is basically the embodiment of a slytherin, personality wise. He is rude to everyone, and has no friends, only 'lackeys'. He stops at nothing to get what he wants, and is in turn the prefect of Slytherin house. Three years in a row, Mike has helped take home the House Cup for Slytherin. Though he is rude to everyone, he does make an effort to teach first year Slytherins how things work-usually by dunking their head in the toilet or something like that, of course. As popular as he is, he is actually not a jock, and focuses more on studying then anything else.
Wand: The shaft of the wand is created from the shedded skin of over 100 snakes, hardened through a process where they were buried under the ground for centuries by one of Mike's ancestors. The tip of the wand is a poisonous fang taken from an adult anaconda, sharpened to the point where contact with it would almost certainly pierce your skin, unless you had enchanted your skin. The wand has been passed down in Mike's family for generations. Without a name for a long time, Mike's great grandfather finally decided to dub it Slinthos.
Pet: This should come as no surprise, but Mike's pet is a young gardener snake named Tatsumi. Tatsumi can often be found curled around Mike's right pointer finger, and actually crawls onto Mike's wand for some of Mike's spells. This will be described in the 'Special Talents' section. Tatsumi's family has been used by Mike's family for years, and every wizard in Mike's family to use Slinthos has had a snake that was an ancestor of Tatsumi.
Special Talents: Mike's most unique and advanced spells involve his snake, Tatsumi. Tatsumi actually possesses dormant magical properties, and when it crawls onto Slinthos, those abilities may be awakened. This can focus the magic into spells that involve Tatsumi in some way, such as creating an illusion of a giant Tatsumi or stretching Tatsumi to lengths of over 10 feet long. Some of Mike's more basic yet not run-of-the-mill spells, that can be used without Tatsumi's help, are also related to snakes. An example of this is a blast of poison that shoots from the tip of his wand.
Rp sample: Some of my best work is in "Reach Into Time" (Pokemon Roleplay forum) and "Fantasy Dimension" (Other Roleplay forum). If you want me to create something in this character's style, that's fine too, I just can't right now, which is why I went for the possibility of previous RPs being my sample.

 

[Zelos]

Name: Ivan Coldare

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Year: 6th

Description: His hair falls down in brownish spikes, and his eyes are a light green, almost a lime-ish color. His body is slightly tanned, but not as dark as people might think. He wears a blank shirt with khaki pants and black robes that fall down to hi feet. His robes are decorated with silver stripes all over the place, which he designed that way because he liked it. His shoes are black, along with his socks and all that stuff.

His height is about 5'7, and he is pretty slim, not much muscle built in. His mother says that he looks like he is food-deprived, but in all reality he just doesn't eat much. However, sometimes he can just shove down food like a giant.

Personality: Can be very rude sometimes to people he doesn't like, but is usually pretty nice to people that he has just met or people that he considers friends. Is usually truthful, unless he is in a situation where a lie is required. Mostly keeps to himself, not really associating with many other people. In reality, he's just shy, that's all. However, when he feels like he is really good friends with somebody, he will open up to them and actually talk a lot, however rare that may be.

Wand: A thin strand of unicorn hair, and a strand of hair from a centaur. Around 15 centimeters long, and the wood is of an unknown tree that even he doesn't know the name of.(Ack, bad description XX)

Pet: Brown Owl with white stripes in different places, named Inari.

Special Talents: Ivan finds that he is especially skilled in Charms and History, while he doesn't do too well in Potions or Transfiguration, he just can't do them too well. Sometimes likes to doodle little drawings in his spare time

RP Sample:

He sat there quietly, flipping through the pages of the book, a slight rustling echoing through the library. It the entire room was empty, except for the librarian who was sitting at her desk, watching Ivan through his sharp glasses that were resting comfortable on her nose.

"Look, Ivan, I know that you LOVE being in here and reading every single book that catches your eye, but we were supposed to close five minutes ago…"

Ivan almost blocked out what she had said because he was so immersed in his book, Charms: A Deep Mystery. He scrunched his nose a bit, hearing faints noises coming from somewhere, as if someone were trying to speak to him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Gallar! I was just so interested in my book. Would it be okay if I took it with me?"

She sighed, whipping the glasses off her nose and setting them down gently on her desk, then leaning back in her chair and giving Ivan a look that a hawk gives a small bird right before it kills it.

"Okay, fine. Take it just make sure you have it back before the end of the week, or I'll put on hex on ya!"

She said, looking strangely at the boy before closing her eyes and resting/. Ivan nodded and scooped up his papers, making sure that he had everything with him. He hurried off towards the door, his black robes sweeping in the wind. He opened the door and winced as it make a loud creak, and with one, gentle sweep, was gone. Ms. Gallar breathed a sigh of relief, blowing a strand of hair away from her face.

That boy needs to get some friends…

She thought to herself, sighing and looking around her library, noticing that many shelves had large gapes in them from books that Ivan had borrowed.

((It wasn't in the form, so I didn't put it in there, but Ivan is in Ravenclaw))

 

[Loki]

OOC: I'm to impose my prescence among you all again. XP Anyway, Burninating Torchic, it's Avada Kedavra, Cruciatus, and the Imperius Curse.
I'm not sure if we're all supposed to be from Hogwarts or not, because, my character sure as heck isn't from Hogwarts. If we are all supposed to be from Hogwarts, then I apologize, and I'll change my sign-up.

Name: Chariot Locke

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Year: 6

Description: Chariot has blonde hair that reaches her shoulders, with the bangs that reach barely below her pale cheekbones swept to the left. On the right, is a white clip that helps the light blue Beuxbaton's hat stay firmly upon her silky fringe. Her pale skin is fair, and seems to be ever so slightly a lighter shade then her platinum blonde hair. The wispy, delicate, and thin hair, and the bangs that slightly cover the left eye clearly show through bold amber colored eyes. Her lips are thin, and covered with a thin layer of gloss, tradition for her group of friends. She wears the traditional BeauxBatons uniform, with the light blue dress and half jacket, with light blue, heels, with black criss-crossing laces. Her tights are a lighter color then they should be, but she hasn't been asked of it just yet, so she hasn't removed them.

Personality: Chariot has a pleasant personality for the most part, but when her temper is riled, there's no stopping her. She loses control of her anger very easily, and loses her ladylike demeanor with ease. Usually, she is kind and mannerly, trained well from her history at BeuxBaton's, but once was a wild and untamable child, and it shows, when she becomes excited, or angry. Chariot gives off a stuck-up impression, what with her high and refined tastes, and snobby attitude.

Wand: Unicorn Hair, 13 inches, Willow. The unicorn hair turns the willow bark into a pale pinkish color, and the 13 inches doesn't include the ivory handle with a diamond inset on the bottom of the handle. It is a very old wand, but is still in top condition.

Pet: Snowy Owl- Opal

Special Talents: Chariot has a knack when it comes to Potions, and has always been able to tackle any spell with ease.

Rp sample: Merle walked through dark and murky hallways, having just recieved orders to go back to her quarters and stay there until she was called out.
She let herself into the pitch black room, and took off her mask with a sigh. There was no trace of light in the room. Not even one slightly lighter shade of black. She wore a black cloak around her shoulders to hide the purple from her eyes. She could see nearly everything in the room just fine.

Well...almost. Everything in the room had a foggy quality, making it look as though the furniture and ornaments were evaporating. It would look like an empty room to regular human eyes. Pitch Black with nothing to see.
She sat down on her black sheets, closed her eyes which were starting to water from not being covered by the mask and waited...waited for orders, and waited for something to do. What would it be next time? Spy on the Titans by means of the shadow's in their Tower? Would it be to mark a Titan and duke it out? Or would it be as simple as, 'Do as you please, just make sure you injure a Titan while your at it'. She hoped it would be either the first or the latter. Spying meant she didn't need to do any major fighting. Injuring a Titan could be physically or mentally, and she would definetly choose...both. But even so, she knew which Titan she'd go after, as he was always the problem during battles. He'd nearly blinded her last time with the flashes of light he'd thrown at her, if the shadows it created weren't there to protect her eyes like a shield then she may have as well said 'goodbye' to her already rather poor eyesight. Of course, he hadn't really known who he was fighting in the first place, as she'd kept herself well hidden in the pitchblackness and shadows that came from his blasts of light.

Merle put the mask back on and opened her eyes. There. It was normal now. Things weren't foggy, and things weren't evaporating. She could see as though the room was bright and clear, though there were still no lights.
A purr sounded through the room as a jet black cat who's yellow eyes pierced the darkness hopped into Merle's lap. The yellow eyes were extremely bright as they shone through the dark, Merle merely stroked the full-grown cat as it curled up in her lap.

But she thought nothing of the cat. Merely of her master's hate for the Titans. She was about to wonder why but then, 'why not?' Those goody goody's deserve to be put in their place. They deserve to learn exactly what happened when someone messed with her Master's anger.

 

[Amy-chan]

Thornheart has arrived.

heh..but, what would you call a Triwizard tournament with so many people, hmm?

'Triwizard Tournament'...true, the name's implication is that only three students are competing, but it could also apply to the three schools. *shrugs* Or maybe we're just being, as you say, 'traditional'. n_n;

Also, as for the no Avada Kedabra rule, what about the other two forbidden curses? I forgot their names, but shouldn't they be forbidden as well?

Nah. There will be darker spellplay in here, too, mind you...thus, the 'not for the light-hearted' warning. Avada kedavra is only forbidden because it is permanent and death to major characters would change the plot drastically.

Yet another thing, I thought only 7th year students were able to put their names in the goblet, and the only reason harry got put in was because someone else put it in for him...

I believe the age line was broken, or something similar. Ask Syn, I'm too lazy to give you all the answers... =P

I'm not sure if we're all supposed to be from Hogwarts or not, because, my character sure as heck isn't from Hogwarts. If we are all supposed to be from Hogwarts, then I apologize, and I'll change my sign-up.

That's fine, makes things a heck of a lot more interesting. Come to think of it, we should have added a 'school' section to the sign-up... n_n;

As far as I know, you're all pretty much accepted, if Saphira/Syn approves. I'll post my form later...I have a lax streak at the moment. n_n;

 

[Psychotic_Demon]

heh..but, what would you call a Triwizard tournament with so many people, hmm? The one in the book was more of a Quadwizard tournament, though I suppose they kept the name for 'tradition's sake'...=P Also, as for the no Avada Kedabra rule, what about the other two forbidden curses? I forgot their names, but shouldn't they be forbidden as well? Yet another thing, I thought only 7th year students were able to put their names in the goblet, and the only reason harry got put in was because someone else put it in for him...

I know that. This takes place years after the Potter Series, and the Goblet was broken, so everyone must participate. I don't mind the other two curses, just no killing another's character without permission. As for the age thing, the new dude (who is as of now, Nameless) never put the age charm around the goblet. But, only seventh years were supposed to be picked. The others could put their name in there to try their luck, or to make themselves feel special... o_o'

Any more questions?

Name: Aislinn Thylios
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Year: 5th
Description: Aislinn is a small girl, often mistaken for a 3rd year. She is pale, and has long, wavy blond hair, reaching her shoulders. Her eyes are a soft lavender gaze, matching her calm, collected disposition. She wears the Beauxbaton uniform very rarely, often wearing jeans and a simple t-shirt with a light jacket. On her right middle finger is a silver ring with a seven-point star carved into it.
Personality: Quiet, withdrawn, always sitting at the back of the room, Aislinn is the girl who is rarely noticed. She doesn't speak unless spoken to first, and always seems to be above the situation, remaining controlled. A small smile can sometimes be seen playing on her lips, her lavender eyes bright. But, on the inside, she is confused and lost, hiding many secrets from the world. Negative emotions swirl under her mask, of anger, hurt, sadness, bitterness, loathing.... If someone took a closer look into her tired eyes, they might see the pain she carries.
Wand: Birch, unicorn hair, 11 inches
Pet: A blind grey cat that answers to "Miasma".
Special Talents: Aislinn seems to feed off the negative feelings of everyone around her. Everyone has them, deep inside their soul, and she easily pinpoints them and draws them out. The person is left feeling happier for quite some time, but if she's around too many people at once, things can start to happen...
Rp sample: ............... Bwauhaha!! Foolish mortals, trying to force one such as I to do an Rp sample?!?! Tremble beneath my powerful wrath!!! *meows*

Now only three more characters to finish.... o_0'

Edit--Aye, Thornheart is right about all that. You're all accepted. Hey, Thornheart, think we can get Alpha to join?

 

[~Ozy~]

Name: Nikolai Caska
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Year: 7th
Description: https://amoka.net/eng/gal/asoiaf/john.JPG (Sorry for pic use, but it IS applicable, yes, bastard sword included.)

Personality: Still in his formative years, Nikolai is already a cold manling, raised by an uncaring father and deranged mother. As such, he has been left to fend for himself in large part, a process that has left him stubborn and disdainful of those who had better upbringing, considering them weak. He is entirely friendless and prefers it that way. His mother's insanity appears to be genetic, as he already shows signs of madness himself, in particular, a bent towards sadism and masochism.

Wand: 13 inches, yew and dragon heartstring

Pet: A white direwolf, Ghost

Special Talents: Nikolai shows strong ability in the Dark Arts, a fact that his Headmaster at Durmstrang as kept very quiet while quietly cultivating. At least, he did, until his rather grisly murder. His other magical talent lies in his ability as a skinchanger, shapeshifter, whatever you wish to call it. He can enter the mind of any animal, or, if he forces himself, another human. This though, is both taxing and time-consuming. He is also skilled with the bastard sword he (typically) carries.

Rp sample: Perhaps this would implicate me, perhaps not. I did not particularly care at the moment, looking at the old fool, wandless and powerless. Drawing Longclaw from a scabbard slung over my shoulder, I quietly drew it along the inside of my left arm. I could feel the blade grow hungry, along with myself as the blood coated the steel. He whimpered softly and my eyes lit up. My blood began dripping from the fuller onto the floor. I broke into a deranged grin and stalked forward hunting silently from behind, watching myself walk upwards towards the quarry, the end of the hunt. He hadn't noticed me until my jaws found his neck and shook it, breaking it, paralyzing him as I stood over the worthless body and kicked it, hard, hearing another whimper over the snap of breaking bone and I rammed the blade home, again and again and again, whetting my appetite an hundred times, two hundered in the lifeless body.

 

[Amy-chan]

Hey, Thornheart, think we can get Alpha to join?

It appears he needed no persuasion. n_n; *glomptackles Ozy*

I apologize for being so OOC, without even posting a sign-up...but, well, Syn, you know...mental blockage and stuff....

 

[Shiney]

OOC: Buu! Back from the abyss, and more leet than ever, I give you the new shiney! ;D It's been a while though, so I may be a tad rusty. *always wanted to try this type of char in a HP RP* Also, it's been an *extremely* long time since I've slept, (even by my standards) So expect me to miss a crucial detail or two for the first posting of this. *gets the edit button nice and shiny for tomorrow*


Name: Rens Therin

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Year: Seventh

Description: With thick, but short cut brown hair, it's usually in a mass of tangles, as he rarely bothers with his personal appearance. His eyes are the exact same shade of brown, but with some traces of hazel, more like hints of hazel, really. However, he is slightly overwieght, and less than muscular. However, he still has an intimidating frame, enough to set off his lack of other physical attributes, topping off at a 6'8'', with some lingering acne problems, but most people wouldn't bring that up when facing him. Or when his back is turned. Or even when the possibility of his presence lingers. Largely due to the fact that his face is always in a slightly dead look, with a slight frown that tends to intimidate people under the best of circumstances.


Personality (combined with history, as I didn't see a slot for that.) : He actually has evry little eprsonality, other than a few noticeable, if humerous quirks. While he is somewhat perverted by nature, he has an extraordinary ammount of self control in that paticular area, though he often indulges in pranks of the sort. Also, without caffene in the morning, you could easily mistake him for an extremely well groomed, diminiuative troll, from his demeanor.Lastly, actually getting him angry is jsut about impossible. He doesn't live by the "don't get mad, get even" motto, but that's usually what he does. Despite this, he usually excelled at his studies at the Denver Academy of Arcane Science, until in what would roughly be his fourth year by hogwarts standards, his grades everywhere aside from "Dueling Magic" Proved to be just absymal. Luckily, it was at that time that A few american schools were discussing an exchange program with hogwarts, Rens being one of the students who accepted, hoping that a completely different 'hemisphere of teaching' would help even him out. (Bleh, as with wand, I wanted to try something new. If it;'s not acceptable, I'll be happy to change it when I'm actually awake)

Wand: Rather than the somewhat individual european style, his wand is one of american Mage Symbolism, the almost sterotypical rod shape, with blackened ash wood, ith a tip of moonsilver. Twelve inches, and the 'key' fillament is Heartstone Dust. (Bleh, I wanted to be creative here, if it's not acceptable, I'll change it.)

Pet: No official pet, though he's sometimes found talking to empty space. Of course, even in the wizarding world, hearing voices no one else can isn't a good sign.

Special Talents: Whereas his other skills are only average, due to him focusing completely on them for most of his time at hogwarts, he is aticularly effective at American "Dueling Magic" Or basically, spells designed to attack an oponent in any viable way. Fire, ice, bolts of compressed air, as well as other more traditional curses, meaning that he has somewhat of a knack for Charms, as well, and devotes more of his studies than he should to trying to become better at transfiguration.

Rp sample: (Cheaply ripped from an earlier RP, if it's not satisfactory, let me know, and I can fetch a better.)

There were no signs of disturbance, the trader's gossiping in their wagons, the hired guards eyes trying to pierce the night. I drew a tiny throwing dagger from my pouch, and threw it into a tree. The screech of an owl in pain. That was the signal. We rushed from the night, a small band, but all of us had at least some armor in good condition, and very fine weapons. We looked ragged, for the most part, but we were deadly. Deadly out of neccesity. I took the path of the swan, unsheathing both of the slightly curved swords I had found on a rich caravan in the past, and elliminated the four front guards, incapacitating two with crippling blows below the arm, decapitating the other two. I also killed the horses with more merciful strokes, to block the rest of the caravan. The sounds of screams, both of rage, and pain came from the rear of the caravan, this wouldn't take long.

 

[Amy-chan]

Okies...Shiny-ness, I believe you are accepted. Let's see... *lightning flash* Time for my sign-up(well, the first one...o_o')! Puny humans! *cackles* Look, and be afraid!

...Um.... o_O'

Name: Angel Snowdrift(okay...that was worse than corny... O_O)

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Year: 4th

Description: Angel is quite beautiful, even for a Beauxbatons student; more than one of her peers envies her for it. Her skin is pale; not a sickly pale, but more of a pure white. Her eyes are a soft, light blue, and look upon the world with a warm, loving gaze. Adding to this serene demeanor, she wears the sky-blue robes of Beauxbatons, which perfectly match the oddly gentle eyes. She stands at about...well, her height is somewhat above average, but not too tall, either, just...normal for a fourth-year, I suppose. Silvery hair that falls just beyond her shoulders and delicate features complete this girl's appearance, and her eerie lack of hardness or coldness in her looks is almost inhuman. Despite her grace and elegance, though, she might sometimes look uncomfortable or awkward as she walks. She hides something tucked within her robes...

Personality: Kind and caring, she can feel no negative feelings towards anyone. She is gentle and compassionate, and always out to do the right thing. Sensitive and good-natured, she can't stand to see anyone in mental nor physical pain, and feels immense sympathy and pity towards those she does, trying to help them in any way she can. She loves to help, and will always selflessly put the struggles of others before her own. She is gifted with intelligence and intellect beyond her years, and when she's not trying to help everyone else in the world, she's often lost in thought, daydreaming, or asking philosophical questions to herself. She has a calm air about her that makes it feel as though she can be trusted, and it seems she can. However, she carries dark secrets, and a burden too strong to keep to herself forever...

Wand: Willow, 12 inches, phoenix feather.

Pet: A snowy-white arctic fox with a four-pointed violet star on her forehead and blue eyes that mirror Angel's; she answers to Larka.

Special Talents: She has this way of being able to calm down the frustrated or stressed, which could just be her nature but almost seems like a magic power sometimes. She can often tell what someone is hiding or what they do not say, and it can seem like she knows their innermost thoughts without trying. She can also communicate mentally with animals, or at least seems to have a more thorough understanding of them than most. She has other 'talents', but she keeps them hidden. Blessing or curse, she feels they shouldn't be known.

Rp sample: Erm...I dunno...But I hope I will prove up to your standards, Oh Great One.... *sweatdrop* ... n_n;

Sorry if this isn't descriptive enough...I was writing this before running off to school. I will probably edit this later, after some things are a bit more clear to me. I might have to seek your advice on these things, Syn, via PM.

 

[Wolf_Goddess]

((Gah! Larka! ^.^ From one of my favorite books...okay, I'm shutting up now.

I didn't know we had to ask permission to be in another school...so is it okay that my character is from Beauxbatons...and a werewolf for that matter?))

 

[Loki]

OOC: Would BeauxBatons accept a werewolf? 0_0;; That's the question. Madam Maxim (being giant blood) is probably still around, and I don't think she'd be as lenient as Dumbledore, but we could always pretend. Besides, Beauxbatons, mean 'Beautiful Sticks' and not many refined wizards consider werewolves 'beautiful' let alone, like the fact that they learn magic.

I added information to my sign-up.

 

[Gohan]

Cool. All of your RPGs are awesome. *cough*

Umm... can I join?

Name: Nuncio Alcart
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Year: 5th
Description: Nuncio Alcart... his short carrot-colored hair is almost always hidden by a camoflauge boys' cap. His curious, searching, scarlet eyes search for a means of truth. Freckles dot his face, mostly around his nose and eyes. Pale skin makes his hair and eyes stand out even more, especially around crowds, being the odd colors they are. Being of diminutve size, he does not look his age, especially with the calculating eyes he has. One would think that, being so short, he would be looked at as a child. But, no, he is one of the more intelligent ones from his year. Bearing black robes with the illustrious Hogwarts symbol, he is free to wear whatever he wants under that. Faded baggies(pants) and old band T's peer out from under the disordered cloak around his body. A tattoo of a simple rose on his left collarbone tells a much greater story than it appears.
Personality: A quiet authoritative figure, Nuncio lets curiosity command him. Always searching for a greater truth, he often gets off-track. He doesn't make friend easily, seeing as he never speaks up, and studies quite crazy things. As a result, a friend is something he won't want to lose. But if it was between a friend, and what he is always looking for, he isn't sure what he would choose. Lacking what he needs for classes, he could pass, but he seems preoccupied studying other subjects. When you get him mad, he'll lose his temper, and start cussing you out. Haha. Doesn't happen very often, but if you just so much as laugh at him, so have a hex on you.
Wand: 14 inches long, yew, dragon heartstring.
Pet: ((optional))
Special Talents: Nuncio has quite a talent for elemental spells. i.e. manipulating small bursts of lightning/electricity. His hair lights up when he does this, which is quite a bit, and makes him happier than anything else. He can speak Latin fluently. Small ability to use hexes. Old spells, new spin.
Rp sample: Meanwhile, someone in a world far away, an alternate universe if you please, was struggling in and out of sleep. We find him in his den, awakening from a dream in a cold sweat, to find that he's hungry. The being grabbed some fruit from the crude wooden table in the corner and walked up the stone steps, so earth-packed you would think they were part of this large, underground cave. They emerged above ground to the morning sunlight and the noises of everything waking up.

The only thing that might have seemed strange about this was that a humanoid figure with wings was resting against the tree from which our subject emerged through a door, apparently waiting for this strange person.

" What do you want, Diab, you idiotic fairy? " The person who emerged said. In the light, you could tell that he was male. And had short brown hair, tanned skin. So that clears up a bit of the mystery. Now to focus our attention on the other boy. The boy who was is leaning against the tree and now snickering is a fairy.

" Oh, just come to bother you, Naior. Did you hear that the war between the Trolls and Ogres has gone up a level? A battalion of Trolls attacked an Ogre camp while they were sleeping. " Diab said in reply to Naior's question. He lifted into flight, his golden hair and wings glowing proudly in the morning sunlight.

Naior seemed to become more alert at this, his pointed ears perking up a bit. He pretended to be un-interested though and only said, " Hmm? Did they now? What happened? " while he washed his hands in a small stream a few feet away from tree's trunk.

Diab frowned at him and said, " You should know what happened. The Trolls won that battle. Only one Ogre escaped, and he had lost an arm. There will be trouble now. Gonna have to be even more carefu-- " Diab broke off from the sentence when a loud crack echoed through the area. Naior only had enough time to hiss, " It's the law! Scram! " before Diab was speeding away as fast as he could through the air.

Naior had only just hidden himself up the tree before a teenage girl stumbled into the clearing. Naior only had to take a look at her clothes and ratty hair, with leaves and twigs poking out, to know that she wasn't any trouble. Or from this world. This only gave him more worries.

Godammit, He thought.

A few seconds later, Naior was out of the tree and behind her, parting one side of her shoulder-length hair away from one ear. The ear wasn't pointed. His suspicions confirmed, Naior back away as the girl turned around.

" Yo! " He said cheerfully. Then he hissed out, " Human.... What are you doing here?! What the hell?! " He yelled out at her in a very un-controlled way. He paused for a few seconds before realizing what he had done. His eyes widened, and he brought his hands up to his mouth to cover it, in lightning-fast speed.

Startled, and a bit shaken, she backed away and tripped over a tree root. The girl caught this and looked the boy up and down. Dark brown hair, light brown skin, no shirt, she shivered, and dark brown pants that she couldn't determine the material of.

So athletic-looking... he's frickin hot! She screamed inside her head. Then she scolded herself. No, I just met the freakin' guy! Still.... She couldn't help but stare.

~~~~~~~~~~\o/~~~~~~~~~~~

Is running into and electrical fence with a snowboard a way to gain electricity manipulation?

Bleh. finished. Tell me if that's too long. Fan ficcy! Ripped off from something I did earlier. Snowboarding! Keir Dillon! Dai-chan!

 

[DarkFenris]

hey Syn, Thornheart. im here!!! *whimpers nervously* i hope this is good enough...


Name: Piper Matthew Halliwell.
Age: 14
Gender: female
Year: 4
Description: piper is of average build but strong, as she works out every day. A height of 6'2, Piper is a rather tall girl. She wears very casual clothes, black corduroy pants and a deep blue tank. Over that, Piper wears a black hoodie, with a triquetra on the back and the words "The Craft" on the front. Her black hair is long, down to her waist, but is often--almost always--pulled up. Her emerald green eyes are full of knowledge beyond her years, giving her a look of someone who has seen much in the world.


Personality: Though Piper appears to be another average 16 year old loner, she does have a softer side. It is somewhat difficult to bring out, however. She is quiet, usually letting the people around her do the talking, unless asked for an input. Even then, she keeps her answers short and to the point. It always seems as though she's trying to hide something, and in truth, she is. (Look below at the "other" section). Rachel is serious in her battles and a hard nut to crack, she does not fool around when there is a battle, as every battle lost means one or more innocent people dead.
People tend to avoid her, as they know if they annoy her, something in the vicinity will just suddenly explode. Also, on hogsmeade weekends she is often seen lurking out of the village talking to a mass of swirling blue lights.

Wand: oak, 16 inches with three unicorn hairs in it and a sliver of unicorn horn.
Pet: a pet owl called phoebe, after her mum.

Special Talents: piper has the ability to levitate, she does not know how high she can truly levitate but the most she has is ten meters. She also has the ability to blow things up by opening and waving her hand at the object she wants to blow up. Besides these she is pretty good at her classes but she always gets full marks in potions, herbology, charms and defense against the dark arts.

Other: Piper leads two lives, a life of wizards, witches and wands and a life of witches, rhyming spells and demons. She was brought up by her parents and aunts, one of which she was named after, in a world of demons and daily chaos. By the time she was eight she new all about herbs and their uses, magic or other wise and when she turned ten she received the letter and after much debate her mother and aunts decided to let her go. While at Hogwarts she has had twice as much work to do as her mum and aunts send her assignments to do every day, on all kinds of subjects, so she sometimes appears exhausted. In her dorm she has two trunks, one full of stuff for Hogwarts and the other full of pads of paper, pens, vials, lots of herbs, written notes on magical beings, creatures and "demons" , and pieces of creatures, which is a mystery to every one.

Role play sample:
This isn't much. It's a post from troubled times 2.

I stand up and look out the window. And take in the scene below me. The death eaters holding Ron hostage, the hippogriff flying through the sky, Hermione talking to a muggle and Harry crying into the dead body of Sirius black. Tears stream down my cheeks from the pain of the cut in my arm. I close my eyes and a second later a peregrine falcon is in my place. It flaps its wings and flies out the window. It flies down and onto the ground in front of Hermione and screeches. It limps, or pretends to, with practiced ease and points with its wing as best as possible at the tree Ron is tied to.

 

[Kurosaki]

I know you guys are pretty full, so it's fine if you reject me for that reason, but I meant to sign up a few days ago, when I was magically sent on a trip without knowing >>;;

Name: David Askan
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Year: 5th
Description: https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v410/Legendary_Pokemaster/emiya.png
Personality: David generally has a very energetic personality, in the sense that his mood tends to jump around from time to time, triggered by the smallest of things. However, he's very calm for the most part, and quite rational. When he's angry, all of that goes straight out the window, and he makes decisions that could endanger many aspects of his life. He is also a little bit of a prankster, and knows many different curses just for that reason, though he doesn't really prank that often. He has a big problem with people with superiority complexes, and tends to prank them the most.
Wand: Maple, 15 inches, Horntail Dragon Claw shard
Pet:
Special Talents: Other than his knowledge of curses, there are no talents of consequence.
Rp sample: From Contamination. It's not my best, but I can supply something better if needed.

""Barthos." I said firmly in responce to the voice, before whirling around and revealing a blood red quarterstaff, which seemingly came out of nowhere. Before me stood a man dressed entirely in red. He was well built, and wore a top hat, as well as a dress suit. Underneath his dress suit was a black shirt which was visible, and he also wore a pair of dresspants, along with black dress shoes. He evaluated both Shana and I with his red eyes as he stroked his black moustache with two fingers.

Before long, a small smirk manifested itself upon his face, and he spoke. "Glad you haven't forgotten me, not that you'll be around much longer." I would have spoken back, but I couldn't move my mouth, or anything for that matter. My eyes glanced down and I saw a blue circle below me feet, small sparks shooting from it. An unrestricted spell. Using the power of existance, both Tomagara and Flame Haze could use different things through unrestricted spells.

Pressure began to build, and the pavement below me shattered as lightning shot up out of the ground. However, not a single spark left the circle that had consumed me. I screamed as the electricity ran threw my body, and I collapsed to the ground when the spell ended, barely able to move.

Shana took this opportunity to attack Barthos from behind. However, he noticed at the last second, and dodged the blow. "It's time to set the stage." He raised his left hand into the air, and it began to glow blue. I could sense an extremely large amount of existance gathering at his fingertips, but what did he hope to accomplish with it? He wouldn't use that much just to destroy Shana and I. He released the existance, and it flew straight up into the Fuuzetsu. The world around us suddenly began to alter, until it appeared we were a top a large building, water surrounding us on every side."

 

[Mari]

As Kuru-Kuro~puu said, if you guys have more than enough then just don't mind me. X3;

Name: Evangeline Rutherford
Age: Almost fourteen
Gender: Female
Year: 4th

Description: Eva is a mess. Her long—long meaning it nearly reaches her thighs—yellow tresses are always messily tied into two braids. She has a case of heterochromia; her right eye is emerald while her left if a vivid azure. And as if her eyes weren't weird enough, swirls of silvery crimson are often visible in dark. She boasts a healthy, athletic build, slightly bordering on slender, but hides it beneath loose layers of clothing. Her robes don't help either. She stands at an average height for her age, give or take an inch and a half shorter, with a lightly tanned skin.

Personality: Evangeline is frequently in conflict with others because of her hot-temper and her idiocy, for a lack of a kinder word. She is amazingly energetic and lively, but her boisterousness only serves as an aggravation to the others. Eva is also easily amazed and pleased. Oh, she would probably be ecstatic if one were to give her a rock with painting all over it! But, alas! her sweet and childish demeanor is overlooked due to her rowdiness. Overall, she is the sort of girl who barely passes her classes, the one who is always gets lectured. But what she lacks in intelligence she replaces with her strength, speed, and vitality.

Ah, she also adores pranks. Mischief would perhaps be a fitting name for her.

Wand: A combination of holly and ebony, ten and a quarter inches with unicorn hair with an angel hair as its enchantment.

Pet: A small rabbit, pure white in color. His eyes are shade of crimson that closely resembles the color of blood. He wears a piece of string around his neck, a silver key-like structure acting as a pendant. He answers to the name Kon.

Special Talents: She knows little to no spells, actually. However, she is physically powerful with a seemingly endless stamina. She does well in anything requiring physical strength. As said, anything she lacks in academics she makes up with her skill athletics. Otherwise, she has no other known speical abilities.

Rp sample: Isabelle tried her best to be optimistic, but it was a futile attempt. She could hear the slow steps of the fish-like woman as she neared towards her. Her footsteps sounded louder through her ears, it sounded like the noisy ticking of a clock. For every step the creature took, Isabelle knew she would be closer to her death.

She hesitantly opened her eyes, her vision blurred from the watery drop forming, when she noticed that the creature had ceased her movement. Instead of feeling the creature's sharp claw plunged through her, she felt drops of liquid descending on her face; its soft pitter-pattering made an eerie sound she did not like. Daringly, she shot a quick glance upwards. She tried to scream, but her voice betrayed her. Her whole body was numb, and all she could do was stare apprehensively at the creature that was trying to slay her. It was...dead? An axe had made its way through the creature's torso, splitting it from the lower half of the body.

Her hands unconsciously made its way up on her face, wiping off the liquid. The liquid was thick and it was crimson in color. It…it was the creature's blood. Whoever had attacked the fish-woman must have been trying to help her.

"A-anou, thank you." She whispered softly. It mattered not that her savior was not visible to her. She was simply glad that she managed live.

Would this suffice~? 8D;

 

[Psychotic_Demon]

You needn't worry. You are all accepted, right, Thornheart? Becasuse Syn believes they've proven themselves worthy... Hmm? What do you say, eh? Anyways, four more characters....

Name: Ambrosine Wither
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Year: 7th (She skipped a year)
Description: https://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/_Fuzzy_Llama_/366a0bc9.jpg
Personality: Cold, uncaring, your typical loner-girl with bandages always wrapped around her arms, legs, and neck. Ambrosine tries to stay away from everyone, usually ignoring people. She's always by herself with her guitar, composing music, sometimes just playing for the Hell of it. She doesn't really care about herself, her appearence, nothing. It's like she's realised there's no point in fighting a losing battle against herself.
Wand: Willow, Dragon heartstring, 13 inches.
Pet: N/A
Special Talents: Singing, playing guitar, Dark Arts, and she's good with sharp objects.

Name: Amoux
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Year: 6th
Description: https://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/_Fuzzy_Llama_/ea049883.jpg
Personality: Amoux is a bad-*** kid who would do anything to show off or just.... be stupid. He's somewhat perverted, and is always joking around, hardly ever serious when needed to be. He is angered easily, and cursing someone while they're not looking isn't below him. He's constantly annoying Ambrosine, who goes to Hogwarts with him, and they hate each other for something that happened a few years ago.
Wand: Redwood, 14 inches, dragonstone.
Pet: A small Dragon, Karax.
Special Talents: Charms, and though he never really shows it, he can be quite sweet-hearted and kind. Can be.

Name: Corcell
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Year: 7th
Description: https://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/_Fuzzy_Llama_/3d1aabe8.jpg
Personality: Calm, always smiling, Corcell is a mature young man who is pretty popular. He has the perfect life, one might say, and acts like it. But, in reality, he has a very violent side, a darker side. He's constantly worried that he'll snap. Corcell is two people in one, an inner battle raging within him, and it's beginning to overwhelm him. His grades have slipped slightly, he seems tired and weary, and is sometimes (though rarely) found talking to himself with two different voices.
Wand: Maple, 12 inches, pheonix glass.
Pet: A Western Screech Owl, Zev.
Special Talents: Cheering others up, and Transfiguration.

Name: Orias
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Year: 7th (skipped two)
Description: https://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d23/_Fuzzy_Llama_/7829f9da.jpg
Personality: His appearence may say otherwise, but Orias is a genius. He's invented doezens of his own spells, written a book on various magical subjects under a pen-name, and other things considered impossible at his age. A quiet, outcasted child, one who because of his brilliant mind, has chased away so many people. He can analyze a situation faster than most can blink, and it often frightens others.
Wand: Mahogany, pheonix feathers, glass-stone, 13 inches, made by himself.
Pet: Two tiny, white phoenix, Seir and Kalyca.
Special Talents: This really isn't much a talent, but Orias can read expressions on peoples' faces so fast he can guess what their feeling often before they know they're feeling that way. He's said to read minds, but his eye for detail is what allows him to know more about the world than others.

....... Okay. I think I'm done.....

 

[~Ozy~]

I don't mean to do this as these people usually annoy me, but when'll we start?

 

[Amy-chan]

I don't mean to do this as these people usually annoy me, but when'll we start?

Sincerest apologies, but...as I do not have Saphi's permission to begin this on my own, we have to wait for her....