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 Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 7:35 am
These are your Hogwarts Quidditch teams. If you wish for your character to be on their House team, then you must apply or challenge a current player. Fill out the application form in the following post to be considered.
Gryffindor:
Captain:
Sophie Lupin - 7th Year (..s.k.i.t.t.l.e.s..)
Chasers:
1. Hawk Luvarnitaro - 7th Year (Lanfaer)
2. Adam Houdini - 4th Year (TheManWhoLivesintheClouds)
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Beaters:
4. David Masters - 1st Year (Amaroq K)
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Keeper:
6.
Seeker:
7. Sophie Lupin - 7th Year (..s.k.i.t.t.l.e.s..)
Ravenclaw:
Captain:
Chasers:
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Beaters:
4.
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Keeper:
6.
Seeker:
7.
Hufflepuff:
Captain:
Chasers:
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Beaters:
4.
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Keeper:
6. Heather Saraii (AriaofRevelations)
Seeker:
7. Annalyn Nightshade - 4th Year (Strat-Monkey)
Slytherin:
Captain:
Dustine Alistair - 7th Year (Tempestpeg)
Chasers:
1.
2.
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Beaters:
4.
5.
Keeper:
6. Dustine Alistair - 7th Year (Tempestpeg)
Seeker:
7.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 7:40 am
Fill out this application in order to apply for a position. If you want a position that is already taken, PM the captain, Tao-Benshin, and the person you wish to challenge. The two of you will meet in RP in the Quidditch Pitch and you will battle it out. If it is a tie, say for a Chaser, Beater, or Keeper position, it will be determined by RP skill. Seeker position will be determined purely through RP skill and not who catches the snitch.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 5:27 pm
Username:
Strat-Monkey
Character Name:
Annalyn Belle Nightshade
House:
Hufflepuff
Year:
4th
RP Example:
Errm...sorry, it's a sample from a Bleach RP. ;~;
And the spot I was going for was Seeker for the team. -nodnod-
Mochi The area surrounding Hei's tombstone was beautiful, but it's beauty did nothing to make Mochi feel any better. She was confused and hurt, but most of all, angry. Why had Hei experimented on himself and done something so stupid? It pained hr to know that she would most likely not find the answer to this burning question either now that he was gone. Mind focused on one thing and one thing only, she more or less ignored the fight between Dolor and the other attendees. In the back of her head, she heard the sounds of what was going on, but it didnt quite register as being important. She moved slowly, almost stumbling, as if her legs hadnt been used in years, instead of mere hours. Her normally bright attire had changed completely, and instead of the purples blues and blacks, she wore all white. Her hair had been tied in a tight bun high upon her head. There were bags under her eyes, and the whites were bloodshot. While she usually radiated beauty and youth, now she looked like she was on her last leg. Her cerulean eyes grazed the tombstone of her once lover, and a fresh wave of confusion and anger washed over her. It almost felt as if he had been playing with her emotions from the start, but she couldnt really be sure. There was always asking Yuki, but the small woman didnt feel as if she would be able to look at Yuki and not completely break down. And from that thought brought others. How were Yuki and Tsukiko handling this? Were their last moments with Hei better than hers had been? A small petal from the trees around her fell in front of face, which caused her to stop and stare as it descended. With Hei gone, it would mean that she would have to socialize with the other captains more now, instead of just sticking with him. Maybe this was supposed to be a sign to her, to change her ways of being tiny and helpless. A small hiccuping sob escaped her throat as she took a seat directly in front of the casket. For the first time in several long hours --though it felt like days-- she spoke. Her voice was but a mere whisper compared to her normal loudness. "I'll miss you Hei. I know we didnt even know each other the way were should have before calling ourselves loving each other, but I'm positive there wont ever come a guy like you again." a few tears leaked from her eyes as she twisted her hands in her lap. "I hope you arent mad at me for being so weak against your Hollow self either. That would kinda suck." Shaky laughed escaped from her being now, but it soon died out with the wind. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from her, a weight that had threatened to strangle and drown her entire being. Closing her swollen eyes, Mochi took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "I'm not going to drown in all of my emotions Hei. I'm going to become stronger, stronger than everyone. It wont be easy, of course not. But I'm not giving up till I do a complete one-eighty on myself. I love you."And with those heartfelt words, she stood up and disappeared from the area completely.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 5:55 pm
Username: Lanfaer
Character Name: Hawk StarWind Luvarnitaro
House: Gryffindor
Position: Chaser
Year: 7th Year
RP Example:
The races were gathered at last. The Vizard Queen, Kyoda. The ruling monarch of the Quincy, Kaiser. The shinigami, and even that b*****d Isaac. There were insinuations, threats, insults and jokes, but all could probably sense the severity of the situation deep within themselves, and Kyoda, as usual, was being her normal colorful self by opening that rather cruelfully sexy mouth of hers. The Quincy had brought another of his kind that seemed more intelligent and wise than Kaiser, yet at the same time, he had to give Kaiser credit. He was the only one there that had begun to wonder at the newcomer to Karakura, just before the disappearance of the Toushu of the Bounts. In other words, he'd noticed the rat in the barn. And his suspicious were just about to be proven right, thanks to one extremely pissed off entity.
Valentine StarBreeze.
From around Isaac's throat would come a twitch one moment, and then a flicker of light the next. It was doubtful many, if any, would have noticed that so early in the process though. But when the sound of music began to play, when the beat of drums, the hum of the organ, and the steady march of war began to rise as if from nowhere, they might begin to wonder that something was wrong. Of everyone here, it would be Isaac and Kyoda that would recognize this music, the powerful chant and release of Valentine's second doll, Iveria. It rose, higher and higher into the air, until it drowned out all but the most hardy bellows from those who wished to try at it. Around Isaac's throat the flickering of light would increase, suddenly exploding into a brilliant wave of light that blinded all who looked too close at it. From the Bount's shirt would lift a small, perfectly round jewel from which came the light, and apparently, the music. As Isaac would likely stare at it in shock, the jewel shook violently, and explode.
With the explosion came a wave of wind strong enough to probably knock everyone to their asses. The light didn't fade, but instead began to rotate and shift, changing into what appeared to be a tall container made of light. Musical notes danced, ducked, and weaved around, in, out, and through the walls of the box, as if some type of music was what made up the structure of the device. Yet there, in the front, where a door should have been, were cracks. While everyone watched, or tried to react, there would come a thundering detonation that shook the entire box, causing the cracks to spider out in ever thicker lines. There came a second detonation, louder than the first, and with it a scream.
"IIIIIISAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAC!!!"
The walls of the entrapment shattered, exploding like shrapnel in every direction to fade to nothingness before they could hurt anyone. Smoke and steam, fire, ice, and lightning all shot out at different angles, as if they had been trapped within, compressed beyond belief until the pressure had finally, ultimately been unleashed with the destruction of its confinement. As the smoke and steam cleared with the hiss of hot air, a figure began to be revealed. Black leather pants were the first to appear, ripped and torn enough to barely be considered enough for proper modesty. In fact, if the figure moved so much as an inch, their genitals would be exposed to the world for all to see. Next came the chest, flawless but for an ugly, jagged scar on the left shoulder, glistening with sweat and heaving from gasping in oxygen, showed with no shirt to cover it. Hanging on the side, though, was a silver holster with the symbol of a howling wolf on the front of it. It glowed, reflecting the fading light from the elements that had been unleashed and the light from the prison. Then the face, the flawless, angelic face with eyes that gleamed with such hatred and anger that they quite literally glowed the color of bright, fresh blood. Raven black hair hung around his shoulders and skull, framing the beautiful face and the single ruby glistening in the earring in the figure's left ear. It was none other than the Bount Toushu himself, Valentine StarBreeze.
However, it didn't seem that Valentine was aware of anyone right then, for in his hands was a massive, three barreled shotgun that was leveled with Isaac's head. Each barrel glowed with a different color and element, one a blue light with mist spiraling out of it, one red with flames licking at the rim of the barrel, and the final a white light, crackling with condensed energy. And Valentine's trigger finger? Just over said trigger, already half squeezed. "Move, mother ********, and you'll feel the power of my Retribution!" His voice, which had once been so careless and beautiful, so wondrous and uplifting, was now filled with a quivering rage, a lack of forgiveness, and a harshness in emotion that had never before been seen there, not even when he'd faced that prancing f*****t of a Tercera Espada.
The King of the Bounts, the Manwhore of Karakura, the Prince of p***y himself, was back and with a vengeance.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 6:32 pm
Username: .s.k.i.t.t.l.e.s..
Character Name: Sophie Grace Lupin
House: Gryffindor
Position: Captain && Seeker
Year: 7th
RP Example:
"I fail to see the relevance in this action." Her voice was cherry, almost soothing to the ear, but her actions were nothing short a sort of hell on Earth; if you were an antagonist, of course. Right about now is when the movie shifts to pause and the narrator goes on this tangent about how the story started at this point and in order to understand he or she has to rewind and start from the beginning. Wilhelmina was not one of those people in the world where that was a viable option, however, it was nice to dream. These men were just street criminals, here to carve a reputation into some one's back side in order to crawl up the syndicate ladder at a much rapid rate. She was no more afraid of them, then they were of her. There was just something about a woman in a black trench coat the size of a runway model with her fists held tightly in front of her, that didn't quite strike fear into the hearts of lesser men.
The first of the six thieves came at her full force, his fist was held at his right side, but his footing was all wrong. Like she had anticipated, they knew nothing of being actual nuisances; as Wilhelmina proved to be on a basis of the daily kind. "Come cast yourself to the sea..." As he lunged, she stepped further into the shadows where the darkness engulfed her entire form. "Where shadows shall take hold of thee..." Her voice slowly echoed as she disappeared from view. The others watched their comrade follow her without yielding, unknowing to them that he would soon regret that, very imbecilic, action.
There was a long stretch of silence, the others shuffling uneasily in their boots, the gravel below them scratching against the sidewalk. Without warning, the idiot who had proceeded to take down Wilhelmina, flew out from the darkness, slamming hard into another unsuspecting idiot. The two came to a flying halt several feet from where the second had once been standing. The others took a few steps back, unsure of what they should be doing, the sound of Wilhelmina's wings beat wildly in the shadows, sounding almost like someone swinging a ball and chain back and forth in a menacingly manner.
"I am the Sword of Micheal. The Hand of Loki who struck down the Lord of Darkness himself..." Wilhelmina slowly approached the edge of shadows, her wings lowered, the darkness dancing across her features making her seem ever more sinister than anticipated. The men stared at her, dropping that which they had stolen from the store of which Angel had been trying to protect. A mom and pop jewelery store of which had been owned, subsequently by the little girl's parents of whom was the first person she had ever saved since becoming Angel. She had made it her upmost important to protect the girl now that they had become kin.
"Who are you?" One of them asked, too afraid to move. Wilhelmina smirked, feeling the urge to continue the dark charade, perhaps get a few stories to talk about later. In that instant, her feathery wings outstretched with one fell swoop, held outright beside her in perfect view. With the dancing shadows they looked more gray than white, which played to her advantage yet again.
"I... am your worst nightmare..." The Angel's voice was dark and ever so played perfectly as the caped crusader would have been proud of if he had been there. "Beat it. Or I shall smite thee as thy Lord has ordered..." As if on cue, the six got from their feet and ran as if Hell itself were on their heels, and in mere minutes they were long gone out of sight. Once certain they could no longer hear nor see her, Wilhelmina dropped her wings and stance and let out a long fit of laughter that caused a cat to scurry from its hiding place and head for the hills himself.
Wiping a tear from her face, the Angel reached into her pocket and reached for her pack of cigarettes and quickly had smoke in her lungs. Her wings wrapped themselves back into her coat and out of sight. "I am your worst nightmare. Oh God, I kill myself..." Smirking, she walked from the shadow of the ally way, taking hold of the loot that was not in its rightful place. It wasn't a long trekk back to where she was going. Just a confusing one, fortunantly for her, the girl in question decorated her porch so that the Angel who saved her could find it easily.
Climbing the rafters that lead to the third floor, Wilhelmina dropped the bag of precious stones near the window which had been propped open. There was the girl, staring at her, as if she had expected her there. Wilhelmina put a finger to her lips and asked the girl to keep quiet with a whispered: "Shh...." Winking, Angel climbed back down the rafters as the girl waved back and wished her well in an sad attempt to be silent. But she was long gone. Her agility factor allowed her to move more easily than most mutants and human beings. She had to be.
With cigarette in hand, Wilhelmina walked along the side walk of New York City with only her thoughts to guide her. There was nothing left to do but worry about herself, the city was quiet, after all.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 7:23 pm
Username: Amaroq K
Character Name: David Leon Masters
House: Gryffindor
Position: Beater
Year: 1st
RP Example: (sorry Naruto example)
Jase was on a mission, but somehow all his other comrades had gotten killed off. It was strange, like the enemy knew each of their abilities and knew how to counter it. The only one they had trouble getting around was his. As much as he wanted to save his comrades, he hadn't. They had all told him to complete the mission himself and survive. Not wanting to show weakness he had muttered,"I won't fail you." He then activated his Byakugan. Searching for the offenders that had offed his comrades as he looked for chakra. He found one in a tree above him right when he was about to attack. Dodging the kunai that was sent his way, but it managed to cut through the shirt he had been wearing. Jumping up, he in retaliation did,"8 trigrams 16 palms, 32 palms, 64 palms!!!" After he finished him off, he began searching for the other three.
Since he was only capable of seeing for only up to 300 meters so he had to hope that the other three were within range. He found one fifty meters away to the north that was closing in. Another one hundred and twenty meters away to the west. Also making his way towards Jase. The last one he found was 290 meters away to the east. This one was not moving. After he had found the last one he waited for the ninja that was only thirty meters away now. The ninja came and found his comrade unconscious on the ground. Silently, Jase came from behind the ninja and hit him with a quick blow to the back of the neck.
Now, he headed towards the other ninja that was now only fifty meters away. He noticed that the other ninja had disappeared from his vision. Not knowing what it meant he decided to keep moving silently towards his third victim. Stopping in front of a tree that would block his opponents view of him, he waited for the ninja to come. The enemy came and as he went past Jase saw the man's chakra flowing through him. Looking even closer he saw the individual chakra points, glowing brightly like stars. He then began his attack on this man,"8 trigrams, 16 palms, 32 palms, 64 palms." With that the man fell to the ground, unable to do anything but lie there. It was then that Jace heard a whistling in his ear and he barely dodged a kunai to his back and instead took it in his right arm.
Jace turned around to see and curse himself as he saw the ninja that had been far away was now pretty darn close. He pulled the kunai out and knowing that he had to use his arm anyway he just waited on his opponent to make the next move. The man did and he threw seven kunai at Jase, thinking that Jase could not see him after all. Jase cried out before they hit him,"Rotation!" Spinning while encasing himself in a wall of spinning chakra, he began to plan his assault on this foe. Running towards the man that was not hidden from his Byakugan, he dodged the occasional kunai that the man threw backwards. Upon putting the ninja within his 8 trigrams he began his assault. "8 trigrams, 16 palms, 32, palms.....64 palms......128 palms!!!!!" Jase cried out at the end. His right arm had started bleeding profusely. Jase then tore off a piece of his clothing and tied it tight above the kunai wound. Hoping that would stop the blood long enough for him to get back to the village he began to make his way there.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 8:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 12:21 am
Username: Themanwholivesintheclouds
Character Name: Adam Houdini
House: Gryffendor
Position: Chaser
Year: 4
RP Example:
Adam was breathing very slowly for someone about to start the biggest match of the year, his entire mind focus was completely locked on the quaffle that was sitting on the ground level. He was sitting just to the left of their center chaser, he had already memorized what he was too do and his hands tightened on the broom. The whistle the quick glint of the ball flying into the air, and then all the sound was lost as Adam accelerated.
Cutting straight below the others he cut under the lead chaser and came up on his right, the pass was waiting for him as he continued the spiral that put him back in his starting position but ahead of his fellow chasers and leaving the Slytherin chasers trying to turn about, Adam smiled as the captains plan had worked perfectly. Adam was in a dead acceleration heading straight to the goal post. Firing the ball up through the middle post he doubled back and waited.
Following swiftly in tail of the lead chaser, it was Adam's job to steal the quaffel whenever the other team charged. It was his specialty so to speak, like now! Looping his right leg Adam hung from the broom and grabbed the ball from the Slytherin captain and quickly passed it too his teammate. Laughing while he hung there from his broom but pulling himself up quickly after the goal. This was a fun match for sure, Adam was hooking his broom at every turn and leaning out like no one thought possible to snatch the grabs and now it was time for Gryffendor to go on the serious offensive.
Forming a rotating triangle they went back and forth passing it in between themselves, making sure not to let a Slytherin Chaser in. When they got close enough Adam broke off getting behind the goal posts and the formed a steady stream passing the ball, and moving from each goal post before it was stolen. There were nearly eight goals in a matter of ten seconds and then Slytherin called a time out.
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TheManWhoLivesintheClouds Crew
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 1:13 am
Username: Tempestpeg
Character Name: Dustine Alistair
House: Slytherin
Position: Keeper and Captain.
Year: 7th
RP Example:
Dustine was panting as her eyes danced over the field trying to assess the status of her team. The hard rain pounded into her skin and cut the visibility down to almost nothing but she was able to pick out the green uniforms zipping around the Quidditch pitch. The chasers were passing the quaffle back and forth so quickly it was nothing more than a blur. Still she was generally able to keep up with who had possession, because well….that was her job.
This was the final match and Dustine was determined to win. She was tired of always coming in second place and watching someone else holding the Quidditch cup. This year it was going to be hers. Dustine cursed loudly as a Gryffindor chaser snagged the quaffle during a longer pass. “Lord he’s fast.” The chaser dodged a bludger with ease and continued to close the distance to the hoops with a speed that would rival a seeker.
“Come on Jones. Catch that stinking snitch. What is taking you so blasted long??” The Slytherins didn’t have a chance of winning if they didn’t catch the snitch. Gryffindor’s chasers were just to good and they had already scored 6 times to the Slytherin’s one goal. Try as she might, Dustine just couldn’t block them all. Narrowing her eyes, Dustine flew to the middle of the three hoops were she would have the best chance to block no matter where he decided to score. Every player, no matter how good, would always give away their intention in that last millisecond before the quaffle was thrown. Dustine just needed to read the sign. There!! The chaser shifted slightly to his left as he threw the quaffle. Leaning to her right, she realized that it was going to be close. Stretching her arm wide, Dustine just barely managed to graze the quaffle with her finger tips but she didn’t have enough force in her fingers to stop the quaffle’s movement. It flew into the hoop just as the whistle sounded. Dustine’s head snapped up as the Slytherin cheering section broke out into a wild celebration. Near the ground, at the Gryffindor side of the field was her seeker with his hand wrapped firmly around the snitch.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 10:21 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 1:04 am
Username: AriaofRevelations
Character Name: Heather Aurora Saraii (just posted, not yet approved)
House: Hufflepuff
Position: keeper and captain (i already have a non first year character, and i doubt a first year can be captain...so just keeper then...)
Year: 1
RP Example: there it was. The roar of the croud, the energy, the excitement, the cold rush of the air in her face, and her imagined parents, riding beside her as always. She rushed to the goal posts before anyone else could even mount their broom sticks. This was home. This was where she belonged, and nothing would come through here. Only one ball had ever gotten past her in her 6 previous years, and that was one too many as it was. Heather was vigilant. The rest of the players, after seeing her rush ahead, hurriedly cast off and finally got to the field. The match began without preamble…well…there technically WAS preamble. There was a wizard shouting narrations…but, okay… without preamble that HEATHER cared about. She watched the quaffle, ready for its coming. She felt it in her hands before it was ever near her… all three of the chasers of the other team rushed her, passing it amongst themselves hoping to confuse her…but she had noticed their pattern. Up, left right, left, up, right, left, right, up…repeated… she preempted the mans movements with her broom as the ball was passed to him, but she new he would break the cycle and give it to the next guy, this was just a feint for her. The moment he passed the ball, she jumped from her broom stick, knowing that she could never turn in time, and caught the ball. She had easily enough time to time the jump, because one keeper had to back out of the scoring zone to allow the other in, as was the rules.
She fell almost the entire distance to the floor.she quickly cast a charm on the floor to make a huge pad rise up and catch her. The other team tried to call foul, but she knew the rules as well as any referee. Wands may not be used on or against any players, any player's broomstick, the referee, any of the four balls, or the spectators…but the rules said nothing about the floor. As she hit the pad, she quickly rolled off the pad and on to her feet. She used a special sign language she had created for the hufflepuff team to signal her chasers. Both john and luke were to go to points 69X, 38Y, 71Z, and 29X, 27Y, and 5Z respectively. Carrie would go to 39X,56Y, 99Z and would catch the ball. They knew the signs very well, and zoomed to their positions. The other teams chasers tried to follow and intercept the ball, but her three were traveling at an extremely fast speed. She bunted the ball hard to carries future position. It was the least guarded because it was the highest, and everyone assumed heather couldn't kick it that high from the ground. The ball flew perfectly into the space right as carrie flew into it…the other chasers didn't have a chance before carrie was there, right up near the other teams goals. She hurled the ball, which was almost caught by the other teams keeper…that is, until he was cought in the head by a carefully aimed bludger. This was not a bumphing foul because the ball was well in the scoring zone.
{time lapse}
The game was now 160 and 0…there was nothing the other team could do to win at this point. And the seeker of their team avoided the snitch like the plague, though he tried, and failed to distract the hufflepuff seeker. After a few more hours, the game ended. The score was 350 to 0 ( a few more goals were made)
. Heather left the field smiling. Her and her team snuck off campus for some butter bears and arrived well after three a clock that night. Luckily the teacher that caught them was nice enough to let them off with a warning as they went to bed.
((this was written from the perspective of her being a 7th year...that was before i re-read the note about only having 1 non-first year student. thus me no longer applying for captain for her.))
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:27 am
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