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 Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:48 pm
We realize that this is a rather long list. The years of these students are fictional, though in several cases we've tried to make these as accurate as possible.*** Please read the key to make your profiles as precise as you can.
However, this will not be available to just anyone. You must prove yourself through the application before you will be given the character.
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Avery
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Bagman
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Boot
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Cattermole
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Corner
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Creevey
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Dearborn
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d'Eath - Vampire**
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Filibuster
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Fudge
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Goldstein
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Goyle
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Hagrid
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Hopkirk
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Irving
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Jordan
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Krum
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Longbottom
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Lupin* - Metamorphmagus
1. Hawk "Lupin" Luvarnitaro (Lanfaer)
2. Sophie Grace Lupin (Skittles)
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Macmillan
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Malfoy
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Olivander
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Pettigrew
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Potter - Parselmouth
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Rookwood
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Rowle
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Scamander
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Selwyn
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Trelawney - Seer**
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Urquhart
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Vance
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Weasley (George)
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Weasley (Percy)
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Weasley* - Veela** (Bill)
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Xenos
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Zabini
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Zonko
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* - Werewolves have not been proven to pass on their traits to the next generation. Therefore, Remus Lupin and Bill Weasley's children did not become werewolves.
** - All characters with symbol may not have the full-blooded characteristics of their abnormal trait. Characters carrying the blood are marked with this symbol.
*** - Most of these characters are created by this site for roleplaying purposes. We know that Peter Pettigrew never had a kid, but what if he did? However, we're not bringing back the Black family, as it has definitely been confirmed as ended (male name-wise, since the line does continue). Its also known that we don't know if most of the Death Eaters had wives or familes, but in this case they have them. Its up to you to decide how their history is and what they act like. Creativity is encouraged!
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 7:24 am
In order to be considered for one of the above positions, you must fill out the following application.
[size=9][b]Username:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b] (first, middle, and last)
[b]RP Example:[/b] (Must be at least 200 words)[/size]
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 6:00 pm
Username: Lanfaer
Character Name: Hawk Starwind "Lupin" (his Last Name is different do to his mother being the Lupin and his father being something else)
RP Example: At first, Akisame didn't hear Tsukiko speak. He was watching Edegaru work the device he was to use shortly, and truth be told it caused no small amount of anxiety in the beastly ninja. Chakra Control had always been difficult for him, having preferred learning to use his natural abilities over that of chakra. It had taken a full year for him to learn to walk on water, and about eight months to learn the art of tree walking. It really bothered him that his worst skill was what was required for him to fly up to the village. He'd much rather freeze a bridge of ice up to there, but to do so would announce their presence. Then he heard Tsukiko speak to him, and he stopped to listen, his face expressionless. He could tell she did feel sorry, but it didn't end the pain, only worsened it as he considered how he'd been treating her.
Just as he turned to speak to her, though, to thank her, she took on her own flying pack and got ready to leap to what seemed to be an imminent doom. Scrunching up his nose as he once again caught the scent of menstrual blood, he hoped to whatever God was listening that it wasn't coming from Tsukiko. Was it a different smell this time? Surely not. It couldn't be. He must be imagining it! Turning to pull on his own device, he watched Marciel try and succeed on his first attempt at working the contraption. Gulping quietly, Akisamepulled on the device and did as instructed. For just a minute, the whole thing didn't work. But the next, something unexpected happened. It caught, and launched him straight into the air. With a wild cry of startlement, Akisame was launched into the air at breakneck speed as he fought for control of the device. In the sky the poor boy was forced into loops, corkscrews, and even some form of knot that quickly caused Akisame to feel sick to his stomach. After about a minute, the device sped him towards the village in a wild zigzagging pattern as the shinobi waved his arms in a vain attempt to control his flight path, wailing semi-loudly all the way.
(Nothing said it had to be an RP sample about Harry Potter! Loopholes for the WIN!!)
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 7:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 6:29 pm
Username: ..s.k.i.t.t.l.e.s..
Character Name: Sophie Grace Lupin (Father is the blood relation)
RP Example:
Not accustomed to early rising, Mary Jane stretched out her arms as wide as she could muster as the clock on the wall struck six even. The silent tick ticking had not bothered her her entire life, but last night it had been raging in her thoughts. Even when asleep all she envisioned were clocks, all of them ticking in unison while Mary Jane sat lifeless in a chair in the center of the room they were hung. Not much of a real dream, no prince charming or fairy god mothers, which would have been so much more entertaining. Though, Mary Jane hardly thought it was possible to be bored in one's dreams, but she had broke that reasoning last night. She would have to research that later on her computer. For now, she had a lot of things to be doing in order to prepare for today.
Bare feet touched the cold of the hardwood floor below, sunlight squeezing through the window just beyond the safety of her bed. Her pale hands reached for the draw string and allowed the sunlight to engulf her in a warm glow. Taking in a deep breath, the young red headed woman smiled at the sight of the city; a small reminder of her new found freedom. The flowers in her planter box had been laying lifeless on the dirt they had been planted. Her eyes stared at them for a moment, wondering why it was they had been so dead like, when they had been fine just before she went to sleep. Then it hit her, the whole genetic mutation thing. Plants never really acted the way they were suppose to around her any more. They reacted to her feelings, her emotions, her thoughts and the state of her physical being. Just as they had when her father attacked her. Mary Jane was certain that it had been her rose bush that saved her that night. Hadn't it not, she may not have been standing here today. They were morning glories and as Mary Jane opened the window to allow fresh crisp air into the room, the rose to greet her. Their purple petals opening wider than ever before. Leaning down, she placed a gentle kiss on the bloom closest to her, it moving at the feeling as if it had enjoy the feeling.
After assured that the plants had been awaken, she opened the door to her bedroom and wrapped her bath robe around her body and made for the kitchen. She was not a coffee drinker, but she had a feeling that her lack of sleep was going to call for it and set the coffee maker to brew her a few cups for while she was getting ready. Mary-Jane took the remote control out of the drawer in the bar area and flipped on the TV to get a look at what the weather was to have in store for them. The weatherman, devilishly handsome and charming, announced that it was going to be a beautiful sunny day only assured her that there would be clear skies and a great time to be having fun with the one person that gave her life meaning. Melanie was taking her to the carnival today. Well, that was not entirely how it went down. Mary-Jane had been invited by a model she had been paired with time and time before. There had been attraction between the two, but he had called just a few days ago, revealing that he had obligations to another model and that he was sorry. It had been heart breaking to be stood up to a half-rate model with a ego as great as an air balloon, but then again, she was stood up to a half-rate model with an inflated sense of self. There were up sides to every situation, she told herself, shutting the TV off and setting the remote back in it's respective home in the drawer. Melanie however, had made up for what had happened, asking if Mary Jane would want the two of them to go instead. She hugged the woman as tightly as possible and of course obliged. There was nothing better in this world than spending time with her best friend ever.
The coffee maker finished brewing the few cups she desired and poured herself a glass, adding creamer and many scoops of sugar to it's black color, creating a caramelized sugar beverage that was sure to keep her up for long hours of the day. After nibbling idly on a piece of toast, some strawberry yogurt and an orange, Mary Jane rinsed her dishes and stopped into the living room. "Somethings' not right." She whispered, peering for a moment down the hall at the Morning Glories that sat awake and in full bloom. A glance back at her potted babies in the living room revealed that even though she was now awake, they weren't. "Come on guys. Don't be like that. Its a great morning." Still, no sign of life from the wilted plants. Sighing with a smile on her face, the red head opened all of the windows and allowed the sun to break through the shadows in the living room. The roses, lilies, ferns and jasmine bushes rose instantly, opening their petals to greet the sunlight like two long lost lovers. "I have to get ready, but I'll feed yah' guys when I'm done. Groovy?" She asked, leaving the safety of the living room and into her master bathroom. Mary Jane dropped her clothes to the floor revealing her porcelain naked skin to the warm waters of her shower.
In her head she was reminded of Melanie and the happy memories they were about to make together. She had so many photo albums filled with those, however. Tons of photographs that proved they were as close as all best friends should hope to achieve. The red head would do anything for Melanie and her Grandmother, whom she considered her grandmother as well. Granny was such a cute old broad whom Mary Jane found to be alluring in her own right. They had been there for her in her darkest hours of childhood. When her families abuse was too much to bear. How many sleep overs that her and Melanie had had growing up, she had lost count; but could recall every single one.
Stepping out of the shower, Mary Jane wrapped her Spider-Girl towel around her body, that familiar super heroine webbing to save the day all across the piece of cloth. Hey, she was a fan what could she say? Not to mention the intimate moment they had shared not that long ago. Sighing, the red head began to dress herself promptly as the time for Melanie to pick her up drew near. Hopefully Mary Jane would not be running late again, and hurried down stairs with her hat and purse in hand. The door bell had been rung, and who else other than Melanie could it have been. She skipped towards the door reaching for the handle and stopped, turning towards the rose bush that had beautiful white blossoms upon it just waiting to be picket. Mary-Jane focused, as she was training herself to do and begged the flower to grow in size, and just as she had, it opened it's petals wider than ever before and sat awaiting for her. Mary Jane plucked it from the bush and hurried back towards the door. With a hurried sense of need, Mary Jane opened the gala of locks down the door's face and thrust the door to the side, revealing Melanie to be standing on her stoop. The red head gave no time for the other female to respond and threw her arms around her neck, nearly jumping into her arms as if she had just returned home from a war or something to that nature. "Hey there Tigress, you SO just hit the jack pot!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 6:41 pm
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