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Post by morganna on Feb 18, 2007 16:32:32 GMT -5
Character Name: Morganna Hunter Character Age: 11 Skill: 1/4 werewolf Student's History/Reason: Aislin and I had a Grandfather who was a werewolf. Roleplay as using your skill: The full moon was beginning to rise into the thick blanket of darkness lightly dusted with silver stars. Morganna was getting restless and needed to get outside, out of the dark tower. For the past few days Morganna had been feeling the result of the lupine blood running through her veins. She had been eating meat more than anything and it was always bloody and rare. she began to walk out through the portrait and down the many staircases to get out of the castle. I wonder where Aislin is... Once she was out in the fresh air with the gentle, cold moon beams cascading down her, she felt better. She began to run around and let energy out as she got closer and closer to the Forbiddon Forest, her eyes gaining a sheen of animal instinct.
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Post by sprightly on Feb 20, 2007 21:36:21 GMT -5
Character Name: Sprightly Raffington
Character Age: 12
Skill: Latent Psysic Ability (She can read minds and retrocognate, but is not aware of this on the surface and attribites it to maddness)
Student's History/Reason: Gives her a valid reason to act a little more unstable, and is not really useful at all since she has no control over it. (My reasoning, not hers) Her reason is a recessive gene brought out by her parents being third cousins.
Roleplay as using your skill: (This would be the retrocognition, and it is her entering her dorm room)
A tired little girl walked into the room. It was the same room she had seen a hundred times, weather it was a single row of twenty beds, a suite shared by four, or a room in solitary it was the same room. This room with it's four canopy beds was familiar in a frighteningly homey way. No matter that she was alone in it, the room was full of ghosts of previous students. Here a thousand girls had slept, studied, whispered secrets, and braided hair. Here there had been countless worries and fights, countless others like her. The room was full of souls, traces of them left smeared on the walls, and she could feel it. You were never alone in a school, never.
Angie loves Devon forever! She could almost see the legend inscribed on the wall in shimmering letters, a gushing girl proudly holding her wand and she lay back on her bed. It was less than hospitable, remnants of the life of some perhaps dead, perhaps just grown-up child seemed more alive than her. Straining to keep a grip on her fragile sanity she blinked several times and shook her head as if trying to knock something off of it.
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~Aislin Hunter~
Second Year Gryffindor
[M:680]
"Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't mean it isn't real." ~Albus Dumbledore
Posts: 366
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Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on Feb 21, 2007 17:27:40 GMT -5
Sprightly, you need 100 posts hun.
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Post by sprightly on Feb 21, 2007 17:43:16 GMT -5
You got it without a hundred.
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Post by morganna on Feb 21, 2007 17:46:14 GMT -5
Thats because its a family thing, we're cousins on this and our Grandfather was a werewolf.
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~Aislin Hunter~
Second Year Gryffindor
[M:680]
"Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't mean it isn't real." ~Albus Dumbledore
Posts: 366
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Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on Feb 21, 2007 17:54:17 GMT -5
Yes, and it was one of the only excceptions to the rule, because we are both related to the same werewolf. Sorry babe.
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Post by sprightly on Feb 21, 2007 18:00:40 GMT -5
I figured that, but that's still called 'not gorram fair' and it pisses me off because I'm an angry irrational person who has issues with authority and inequality. You could have been related to Morganna without the werewolf connection, people have bother paternal and maternal grandparents so that's some pretty flimsy reasoning right there.
(Also please quit using those terms like 'hun' with me, I feel it's really condecending because I am totally insane)
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~Aislin Hunter~
Second Year Gryffindor
[M:680]
"Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't mean it isn't real." ~Albus Dumbledore
Posts: 366
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Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on Feb 21, 2007 18:03:00 GMT -5
The point is that we ARE related in that way, and Haleigh makes the rules, not us.
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Post by sprightly on Feb 21, 2007 18:04:17 GMT -5
Yah, I don't really care that much. I just argue a lot, some people mistake it for hostility but it isn't, it's just how I am.
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~Aislin Hunter~
Second Year Gryffindor
[M:680]
"Of course it's in your head, but that doesn't mean it isn't real." ~Albus Dumbledore
Posts: 366
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Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on Feb 21, 2007 18:05:44 GMT -5
Mmm kay. sorry for jumping down your throat about it.
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Post by sprightly on Feb 21, 2007 18:19:31 GMT -5
I'll just stick it as pending for now, to be activated when I read 100.
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Post by morganna on Mar 12, 2007 16:18:15 GMT -5
Character Name: Morganna Hunter Character Age: 11 Skill: Full Blood Werewolf Student's History/Reason: I believe it would be a sorta twist to some plot. Roleplay as using your skill: Morganna tightly closed her eyes as searing pain erupted over her whole body. Malachite began to scream in an unavian like way. Thick, white fur emerged in patches all over her body, her bones twisted and contorted to form a four-legged animal. Soon the transformation was complete. Where Morganna stood was a small white wolf. The bluish light of the full moon illuminating her fur to make her have an unearthly glow. She looked up and howled a long mournful howl at the moon.
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Post by kindasorta on Mar 18, 2007 13:15:08 GMT -5
(I hope I'm allowed to post here for just a moment) But aren't werewolves in the harry potter series instinct driven, lanky, have thumbs with grotesque looking claws, and able to stand upright? They don't look like real wolves do. Morganna is confusing me T-T
Hayleigh, do you think there could be another thread thingy that describes the creatures you can be? Like veelas, werewolves, vampires, etc...etc...
(and this can be deleted once you read it if its in an inappropriate spot)
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Post by mariaisabella on Mar 18, 2007 15:15:03 GMT -5
{Yeah, I think so. I'm gonna apply for something, though. It'll completely transform Maria's life forever. I dunno when I'm going to start using this special skill, though.}
Character Name: Maria Isabella Farmer Character Age: 11 Skill: Parseltongue Student's History/Reason: The skill skipped many generations from a Slytherin wizard in Maria's family, some thousand years ago. Miraculously, when the gene for magic returned, so did the gene for speaking to snakes. It's all involved in a little plot that I want Maria to go through, which I'll post in a minute. It's kind of a long term plot. Roleplay as using your skill:
Maria sat out on the lawns sleepily. It was a warm afternoon, and classes were done with for the day. She had felt the sudden urge for some fresh air. A light hissing voice caught her attention.
"Er'esth Sehl'seht?" "Who are you?"
Maria jumped, and looked at a small garden snake lying in the grass next to her. It looked at her cautiously, then came closer. Maria glanced around, then spoke to the snake. "I'm Maria." She said, but it didn't sound like it. Instead, a light hissing noise came from her lips. She was shocked, but the snake nodded. What's going on?
{And if it's all right, I'll use that as a post on the lawns.}
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Fork
Second Year Gryffindor
C: 0[M:680]
I realize you should know that I love you. Whether I can say it to you is a different story.
Posts: 280
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Post by Fork on Apr 1, 2007 19:45:44 GMT -5
Character Name: Klarisa Rhamhah (Fork) Character Age: 12 Skill: Feline Animagus Student's History/Reason: She already acts enough like a cat, she practically worships them, and has always been pretty uncannily(in other's eyes) connected and similar to cats in general all her life. Roleplay as using your skill: Fork crouched quietly on the front steps of Hogwarts, then trotted off in the direction of the lake on all fours, already shifting smoothly into her feline form. Her pupils slimmed to slits, then widened again to take in the moonlight, and she shrank, sleek black fur patching out to cover her body. Fork had some fishing to do. Smirking a cat-smirk, she shook her head, jingling the bell on the collar she still wore. Breaking from a trot into a tearing lope, she raced across the grass. Hehe, if only they knew...
If you could just apply this when I reach sixty posts, that'd be cool. Thanke.
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