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vermiculus-incipiens · 4 years

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OOC INFORMATION:

What’s your name? Cleo

Preferred pronouns: she/her

Timezone: CET

IC INFORMATION:

Character Name: James Fleamont Amias Potter With names such as Euphemia and Fleamont, his parents really wanted their son to have a less ancient name. They had quarrelled over possible options (one of such being John to James terror because he could have shared a name with the John bloody Lennon!) and finally settled for James. As his mother argued, it has a nice ring to it and was historical enough that he could never face any pureblooded elitist discrimination over it. They did add more traditional names as his second and third since they felt it was a necessity.

What’s a hobby or pastime that your character enjoys?: James can be found doing anything and everything for as long as he is being active. If he is not stationary he’s good. That means flying on his broom, hiking in the Highlands, strolling through Muggle London or meeting for a cuppa (or a pint) with his friends are all very valid ways of spending his free time. Any activity that keeps him moving is what he needs to stay sane, however, with Lily’s pregnancy James is all the more content to spend his days prepping the house for a child. He has found immense pleasure in setting the nursery and putting together the crib without the use of magic. He’s settling down into the role of a father, something that feels is so much more important the closer they are to meeting their child and it’s helping him mature even more. And maybe, just maybe, Harry is going to be falling asleep to James reading him transmutation textbooks instead of fairy tales.

Do you have any preferred ships or anti-ships?: Would I be joining such a group if I didn’t like Jily?

What do you think your character’s Boggart would be? If their greatest fear isn’t something that could easily take a solid form, what is it? Why?: Tw:accident As a child growing up in an old magical house, James has had a misfortune of seeing several boggarts. In fact, around his seventh birthday, the Potters actually had a huge problem with one that kept reappearing in his very own closet for close to two weeks. It kept scaring him, especially at night, because even though he knew what it was, a magical creature set on showing him his biggest fears was not exactly something he could just ignore and go to sleep. But as a child, he used to see all the regular things. Snakes and spiders and then an occasional bloodied pirate. Until one of their neighbours died in a freak accident. Dorothea Hayward was in her forties when she misstepped on a stair and fell down two floors breaking her neck in the process. It reverberated strongly within the Potter’s household because she was Euphemia’s best friend and their most frequent visitor. She also used to babysit James whenever the need arose and she always baked the most tooth-rottingly sweet pies. To be honest, she was more of an aunt to him than his actual aunts were. He was eight when he finally understood what death meant and around that same time realised that his parents were much older than regular parents were meant to be. It is normal for a child to get separation anxiety at a certain point in life, but his turned into a regular trauma. He couldn’t sleep at night and when he did, he’d wake up screaming for them after having seen various visions of their demise. It lessened slightly after he actually went to school, but he always worried that every goodbye could be the last one. Fortunately, the school was more or less void of boggarts because he didn’t exactly fancy the idea of his schoolmates seeing him shatter at the sole thought of becoming an orphan. Now, as he’s all grown up and fighting a war, he hasn’t seen a single boggart in years but if he did it would most likely resemble a tragedy striking their family — Lily losing their child, Lily dying or any of the boys doing so while he is unable to save them.

What’s your character’s biggest pet peeve?: James cannot understand how some people can choose to be neutral in this war. It’s impossible for him to believe that there are others so absolutely uncaring about the whole thing and deciding to stray clear of the conflict. Obviously, he cannot understand how people can think other’s so far below them to start actively targeting them, but somehow the fact, that there are blood purists out there is much more comprehensible than the existence of those who claim to be neutral. Especially, since no one can stay untouched by the war in the long run.

What would you consider to be an eccentricity of your character?: Despite having spent his whole adult life actively fighting in a war, James had never stopped being loyal to a fault. He values loyalty and friendship above all else and is physically unable to distrust those closest to him. In general, he either trusts you completely or believes you are a Death Eater even though there are so many shades of grey in real life, It, to some extent, has to do with his disbelief in not choosing a side. You are either with him or against and that’s naive, but it is something that allows him to stay sane.

What is/was your character’s favorite subject in school? Why?: Transfiguration became James’ favourite subject the minute Minerva McGonagall introduced herself to the class. She was an imposing witch, one that simply demanded respect and would not have it any other way, but boy, was she fun to mess with. It simply became a thing of honour for him to make McGonagall crack with laughter over one of his pranks, and while he never achieved that goal, he was certain that the occasional sudden glint in her eyes was more than just a reflection of light. It helped matters greatly that James simply had a knack for transfiguration and loved to study it, quickly moving to more advanced spells and techniques while at school and then further exploring the subject after graduation.

What time of day is your character’s favorite? What time of year?: James loves early mornings. While he is also a person who enjoys sleeping almost as much as flying, it might be surprising how much he enjoys seeing a day be born. Holding a cup of coffee in one hand and stroking their ginger cat with another, he likes to just look out of the window of their soon-to-be-born baby and relax. In moments like this, he can imagine having no worries while at the same time bracing himself for the incoming day. Of course, it’s not every day that he wakes up early enough, but it’s definitely a frequent occurrence.

What’s your character’s Patronus? If they can’t conjure one, what would it be if they could? Why?: When James had first conjured a corporeal Patronus, he hadn’t been surprised to see the mighty deer. He had heard before that the spell usually took on a form identical to that of a person’s animagus (however, most books said it the other way around as teenagers shouldn’t be able to master that kind of magic) and yet he still felt proud. A deer Patronus indicates that the wizard has a strong intuition, especially towards anything dangerous. Deers are also presented as majestic animals, filled with grace and gentleness. The meanings associated with the deer combine both soft, gentle qualities with strength and determination. And he’s not ashamed of that symbolism.

What is your character’s biggest vice (bad habit or immoral craving)?: James can’t stay put. There’s a huge reservoir of energy deep inside of him that needs to find an outlet regularly and that usually means he doesn’t stop fidgeting or else he gets cranky and can explode. He bores easily and needs constant stimulation. That also sometimes can mean he rushes headfirst into action before thinking things through, which had caused him a few mistakes and injuries in the past. He had to put actual effort into changing that side of himself and he had been somewhat successful (a part of his growing up process) in slowing down, but not entirely and definitely not always. However, it does still require effort and when emotions take over him he loses that control.

Is your character an introvert or extrovert? How well do they handle social situations?: As a child James used to crave attention. While his parents loved him and made sure he wasn’t lacking in anything they were old and tired and most of the time he was left alone to his own devices simply because they couldn’t keep up. Going to Hogwarts was a dream come true to him because not only could he finally start learning magic, but he was also surrounded by hundreds of people around his age. And James easily thrives while surrounded by others. In a social situation he likes to make sure everyone feels included. No one can be left alone or feel down when there are others in the room. James will make sure of that.

What is your character’s diet like? What’s his or her favorite food?: There is a lot of food that James doesn’t like. He’s beyond picky, something that always drove his mother mad, but he’s stubborn and always had been and if he says that he will not eat this or that – won’t. And it’s not about him not eating things that could be considered garbage, either. It’s not about only stuffing his mouth with expensive and good in quality ingredients, but rather the few dishes he likes the taste of, and he can live solely on those. In fact, if faced with a necessity (or under no supervision) he’d be happy to eat the same thing seven days in a raw. For as long as there is no corn in it or pineapple, or it’s a pizza with nothing else, but pepperoni and mushrooms.

How do you think your character’s psychological issues have manifested and changed your character up to this point?: James doesn’t really notice any physical changes in himself. When he looks into the mirror, he doesn’t notice the wrinkles that are showing on his face and shouldn’t have place on a twenty-year-old or how his jaw is tight whenever he’s not smiling. In fact, he himself tries really hard not to change too much. It’s a small rebellion on his part as he is not allowing the war to force itself onto his person. He refuses to stop trusting people to keep a grip on anything he recognizes from the life before the war. Or actually, his life before he took a part in this war since he was still at school when it started. But he’s quieter now. He still jokes and messes around, but it’s more forced since he knows it’s inappropriate. There are people dying every day because of the war and if he keeps joking it’s like he’s mocking their sacrifice. But some people want to pretend that nothing has changed, so he tries to bring smiles to people’s faces during particularly tedious meetings. And usually, for a moment, it feels like everything is good with the world again. He really wants the war to end, even if it’s hard to imagine. The war has been going on for so many years now, that perhaps a world without it is impossible. It’s wearing him down… Making him anxiously reach for his wand at the slightest of rustles and observe his surroundings even if he’s somewhere supposedly safe. He doesn’t want this kind of life for his child, for his wife and for his extended family and friends. He has already lost so much to the war. Both his and Lily’s parents were dead and that meant, that were anything to happen to the two of them, their child wouldn’t even have grandparents that could take care of him. This war needed to end and it needed to end soon.

Give us a headcanon for your character. Anything is acceptable.: James would love to have a huge family. At least four kids and preferably with as small age gaps as possible so no child of his could ever feel lonely. But with Harry surprising them, they can’t really fulfill that particular dream so he will make sure that his son is never alone.

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hollowedrpg · 5 years

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CONGRATULATIONS, WREN! — You’ve been accepted for the role of Sirius Black. Not only do you fully understand Sirius as character, but the added section of your app where you talk about Sirius’ relationship with other people really showed me you understand how he fits into this group. I also loved how you included how Sirius reacted at the vigil. It was a nice little addition that showed you’re excited and ready to plot within this group (and a giant punch to the gut omg.)

Thank you so much for applying. Please create your account and send in the link, track the right tags, and follow everyone on the follow list. Welcome to Hollowed Souls!

ooc.

name: wren

age: twenty three years old

preferred pronouns: they/them

timezone: gmt

activity: i should be fairly active! I usually come on fairly regularly, at least every 2 days. I do work a full time job and can sometimes get a bit exhausted, but i try to do my replies often to keep things going. I would put myself at a 6-7/10.

are you applying for more than one character?: nope, just sirius!

how do you feel about your character dying?: my kingdom for an honourable death, honestly. i would be perfectly fine with sirius dying.

anything else?: thank you so much for suggesting that I apply again! I love this roleplay so much and I think it looks magnificent, so i’m thankful for the second chance to be a part of it.

ic details.

full name: sirius orion black

date of birth: 3rd of November, 1960.

former hogwarts house: gryffindor.

sexuality: gay.

gender/pronouns: nonbinary, he/him pronouns,

face claim change: n/a

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how do you interpret this character’s personality? how will you play them? include two weaknesses & two strengths. i am become a blade. sirius is burdened with a shift in his own nature, a deep change in him obvious for all to see. once, he was the brightest thing in the room. once, his one wish was to make everyone happy and to make everyone laugh. he was a boy who was always running away from something, from the truth of his own existence. he’s stopped running now, and he’s full now of a dark and desperate energy, and it makes him dangerously reckless. always leaping head first into danger, always acting before he can really think it through. he can’t stand to be still anymore, he can’t stand to watch while he could be doing. there’s a constant hint of the macabre to him since the massacre, a nature that he’s long pushed away coming to the surface. he wants blood and retribution, and the Black family has never failed at getting what they want. like a vengeful god, he’s ready to do whatever it takes. despite a drastic shift in attitude compared to his school days and the early days of the war, sirius still maintains the traits that made him an attractive friend. love still wins out in his heart, when the right people are involved. loyalty is a habit that’s hard to break, after all. despite his reckless energy, he can occasionally be seen as something dependable. he will, at the very least, follow each and every action through to the end in one way or another. strengths: + dedicated: when you tell sirius to do something, he’ll commit himself to it with an all consuming energy. he tries his best to do what he’s told, to do anything that will help the war effort. + honest: he doesn’t fuck around with things anymore. if he’s angry, he lets you know. if he loves you, he’ll tell you. no matter how annoying and how reckless he might be, at least you can trust him to tell the truth about it. weaknesses: – reckless: call it a death wish, the way he throws himself head first into every situation. he throws himself onto train tracks and into the line of fire, and almost messes everything up for all the others while he’s at it. – obsessive: it’s all consuming, the intimate and unflagging way he fixates on what he wants. love, revenge, to bring someone back from the dead. once he gets on a certain path, he finds it difficult to step off again.

how has the war affected this character, emotionally and otherwise? he spent his whole childhood being raised to be a weapon, being raised as something brutal and dark. a child made for war, the heir to a nobel and most ancient house. it would have been shameful for a Black to be ill equipped for a coming fight, if a Black couldn’t defened the honour and glory of the house. they were like the kings and queens of society, after all. in their minds, the closest thing you could get to royalty. old blood and old magic and a sense of superiority, and they were all crafted to be intense smouldering bombs waiting to go off. they possessed the divine right to do whatever they wanted, creatures of chaos with starlight in their veins. he spent his whole young-adulthood rebelling against that. sirius was the kind of person who always smiled, who tried with frantic energy to soften the sharpness that had been forged into his very being. he didn’t want to be brutal, he didn’t want to be half-mad and filled with an intense kind of cruelty. aunt elladora hung house-elf heads in the hallways, his parents tried to beat the old ways into him in any way they could, cousin bellatrix married a monster and he watched her turn into something he didn’t recognise. the Black family, and their legacy as burning comets. they burned hot and if they hit you at the right time with enough momentum, they could wipe out all life on the planet. he didn’t want to be a weapon, a child raised for war, so he became something soft. sirius was the kind of person who always smiled, always laughed, always told a joke. a lover, not a fighter, no matter how useful his talent at duelling might have been during a war. james had wanted him to fight, sirius had always known it. he’d done what he could, helped in little ways. but he didn’t join the order, and he wasn’t a soldier. he kept his sword by his side. he was a boy raised to be a killing thing, raised to be a monarch who ruled over all with an iron fist. sirius thought he would be good at war, that he would be talented at it in a way he never had been at anything before. but he couldn’t stomach it, the fear always present that if he started to hurt people, he would find out that he liked it too much. like aunt elladora, he might decide it was a good idea to start sticking heads on spikes. it’s james’ death that changes all of that. it turns his self hatred in on itself in ways sirius never could have imagined. he feels useless. he feels like a failure. he feels like he let his best friend die when he could have been helping. james is dead. marlene is dead. so many of his friends are gone now, and he blames himself for it. he might as well have killed them himself. happiness and joy used to be his weapons, the things that shielded him from the world, pushed away whatever darkness resided in his soul. james died, and his armor shattered like so many blades of glass, leaving sharp and jagged edges in the place of warmth and love. he doesn’t know how to think of anything other than fighting now, doesn’t know how to keep denying his own nature. he’s a comet, he has stardust in his veins, and he’s ready to wipe out all life in his path to get what he wants.

where does this character currently stand? with those who wish to hide in godric’s hollow until the war ends, with those who wish to rebuild the order and continue fighting the war, or on neither side? why? he joined the Order the very first second he could. before they’d even buried james, he was dedicating himself to a new life. he had spent so long hiding, before that moment. playing hapless fool, the jester at the back of the class. he’d passed messages, he’d offered refuge once or twice, but now he was ready to pick up his sword and be useful, a good little soldier. there’s a tiny part of him, somewhere deep inside, that wants to take remus lupin’s hand and steal him away. he wants to install him somewhere safe, wrap him in blankets and protective wards, and make sure that he doesn’t die. it’s just the two of them left now: the marauders, an endangered species. twin suns, quickly burning out. there’s a small part of him that wants to hide forever and wait this out. there’s nothing he hates more than that part of himself. a coward. a fool. hopeless. hiding got his friends killed, hiding ruined the world around him. he’s a shadow now, and there are no safe places left for him. he can’t stop until the war is over, can’t stop until he’s given each and every atom of himself to the order, until goodness has won out over the dark. there’s nothing he hates more than himself, but the fact that the order is playing with this idea of hiding away forever is a close runner up in that competition. he wants to move. he wants to act. he doesn’t want their life to be lived in secret, surrounded by graves.

Since joining the Order after Lily and James’ deaths, what’s something reckless Sirius has done that’s made people question whether they should remain a part of the Order? the rumour comes to light like this: a whisper from a valued contact, an implication that the Malfoy family is trying to keep security as tightly wound as possible. only a hand-full of people know how to get and get back out again. an implication, also, that the Lestrange’s are going to be the lead torturers of all those captured souls who may be alive in there. Sirius has always hated the Lestrange family. Rodolphus in particular was a symbol of everything that Sirius hated. even before Rodolphus married Bellatrix, he had proven himself to be a terrifying man. so cruel, so charismatic, so volcanic in his rage and his hatred. the perfect suitor for a daughter of the house of Black. ( “Such a perfect match,” his mother sighed dreamily. “An acceptably pure man.” His father agreed.) once Bellatrix and Rodolphus married, he noticed a change in her that his young mind could only blame on her husband. she had always been the perfect Black, but it seemed like she had decided she could strip away everything but the darkness and still be a person. she horrified him as a child, and he blamed that terrible man for it. Sirius hated him with a fury he could never move past. the rumour is this: that Rodolphus Lestraneg has all the information they might need to stage another attack on Malfoy Manor and reclaim the lost. Sirius wants to move against him the second he hears it, begs and pleads with the order’s leaders to let him. they say no, the rumour is baseless and could put all of their lives at stake, could result in even more losses that they can’t afford at this moment in time. and Sirius means to listen to them, he really does. he means to follow orders and be a good little soldier boy. but impulse control has never been his strong point. under a heavy disillusionment charm, attempting to gather much needed potions supplies for the order, he sees the man and acts before he thinks. his attack his brutal, not even using his wand half the time. beating Rodolphus with bloody fists and burning hatred. it’s quickly apparent that he won’t capture the man, that this will not go to plan, not that he had much of one in the first place. at some point, Rodolphus knocked his wand out of his grasp, and Sirius got a little taste of what it meant to be one of the darkest and most powerful men alive. but he could endure a little crucio, it was nothing really compared to all the pain he held inside already. he was bloody, and aching, and almost wishing for death. but he doesn’t die, and neither does Rodolphus Lestrange. an order member finds them before that can happen, and with a competent stunning spell and a quick apparition and brought them both to safety. the recklessness is this: Sirius went against orders, broke the rules. Sirius could have died, could have been captured. Sirius could have ruined every future plan they might have formed if he’d let himself have information tortured out of him. he argues that he’d die before he gave anything up, but it doesn’t change the frustration everyone in the world seems to feel toward him now.

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insp quotes: –– “And here was Ronan, like a heart attack that never stopped.” –– “[He] was angry – every one of his emotions that wasn’t happiness was anger.” –– ““It was the gnawing suspicion that you were leavable, that you were too much trouble, that you were better off dead. It was the shame of wanting something you shouldn’t; it was the ugly thrill of nearly being dead. It was all those things, all at once.” –– ““In a way fighting was just like using magic. You said the words, and they altered the universe. By merely speaking you could create damage and pain, cause tears to fall, drive people away, make yourself feel better, make your life worse.” –– “Being brave was easy when you would rather die than give up.” –– “He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.” –– “This was not a rattlesnake hidden in the grass, but a deadly coral snake striped with warning colors. Everything about him was a warning: If this snake bit you, you had no one to blame but yourself.” –– “And if i asked you to name all the things you loved, how long would it take you to name yourself?”

headcanons: –– Sirius is a smoker, and the worst kind. He can easily go through a pack a day, and gets very antsy when he goes too long without one. Even when he’s not actively smoking, he can often be found holding one, tucking it behind his ear, or fiddling with his lighter. –– Sirius has covered himself in tattoos. Some are professionally done, and others are stick and pokes he gave himself over the years. –– While Sirius knows nearly every Pureblood Custom that there is like the back of his hand, (save perhaps for any that are used exclusively by Light wizarding families such as the Potters) the Black Family has some of their own traditions and quirks that can set them aside from their other wizarding counterparts. The family places the upmost importance in the stars. They consult the cosmos for guidance throughout their lives, listening to what the shifting of the planets and stars can tell them about the future to come. In their eyes, they are beings that were born of moonshine and starlight, the dust of the universe flowing in their veins and imbuing them with even more grace and power than anyone else. This is why the Black Family has always followed the tradition of naming their children after celestial bodies. They are also cremated after their deaths in a special ritual, which secures the passage of their souls into the heavens so that they may become starlight and moonshine once again. As much as Sirius loathes his family, he does retain a love for the stars. –– Sirius learned to play piano as he grew up, and was quite adept at it. However, he hasn’t played in years. Sometimes he misses making music, but he associates it too much with his family and the responsibilities forced on him. –– At school, If Remus was ever particularly excited or interested about a magical topic, Sirius would “borrow” (here meaning steal) a book about it from the Black Family Library. They were often very old and valuable, but he always shrugged it off. –– Sirius never played Quidditch at school. Sure, it would have added to his appeal, but the fact is that he didn’t have the attention span or the dedication at the time. However, he was a remarkably hilarious commentator on the sport in his Sixth and Seventh years, when the boy who had been doing it before him graduated and he managed to convince the teachers to let him do it. He was a good flyer, so whenever someone asked him why he didn’t play, he said that he was too pretty to risk getting whacked in the face with a bludger. He would humour James by playing with him during the summers or on random nights throughout the year. –– Patronus: Sirius hasn’t formed a fully corporal patronus yet, but if he very does, it would take the form of a very large black dog. Not exactly the same as his animagus form, but slightly more wolfish. –– Boggart: Sirius’ boggart is all of his friends dead, and people blaming him for it.

relationships: –– james potter: ( “They had been a two-headed creature for so long…” ) songs: iscariot –– walk the moon // outer scorpion squadron –– the mountain goats If he ever had a soulmate, it was James Potter. From the very moment they met, Sirius felt like he was a new person. Complete, somehow. Pleasantly won over. James made him believe that he wasn’t a creature built only to hurt things. With James, he could be funny. With James, he could smile and it lit up the world. With James, he was the kind of king that you told legends about, not the kind of king that the hero was supposed to dethrone at the end of the story. they were joined at the hip, twins in everything but blood. everyone knew that Sirius loved nothing more than he loved that boy. things had been getting tense, a little bit, before James died. not enough to cause any kind of rift between them, just the old litany of things James said to Sirius, brought to life with new meaning in the face of the war. “You can be more than this,” James had said. “You can do more than what people expect of you.” Voice tinged with wanting, with expectation. Sirius had failed him them, he doesn’t intend to fail him in death too. –– peter pettigrew: ( “I finally let go and learned to live without you…” ) songs: me and lazarus –– iron and wine // amy aka spent gladiator 1 –– the mountain goats Peter was the kind of unexpected thing you don’t realise you love until its gone. Sirius always took him for granted, though he’s ashamed to admit it. it wasn’t that he underestimated Peter, it was just that he never felt for him with the same intensity that he did for James or for Remus. they were best friends, but Sirius didn’t feel like they were soulmates. Partners in crime, a friendship full of laughter, and Sirius would have died for him a quickly as he would have died for any of the rest of them. It was just…something less, something he didn’t put as much thought into. It makes sense then, that he reacts so differently to Peter’s death than to James’. he wept for hours when peter died. he cried his heart out, punched the walls and punched a mirror and dropped tears and blood onto broken glass. he mourned openly and harshly, but he didn’t let it change him down to his marrow. he missed Peter, but he didn’t change for Peter. after a week, Sirius was starting to pull himself together. Life goes on, after all. –– remus lupin: ( i am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth… ) songs: no children –– the mountain goats // say something –– a great big world he always loved Remus. he didn’t always know it. it choked him up inside to think of when he was young. remus Lupin, in all his glory, too beautiful and so full of expectations. Sirius wanted to impress him, wanted to make him give up on Sirius. but it never worked. no matter what Sirius did, Remus always seemed to forgive him, so in the end, he stopped trying to make him see that Sirius wasn’t worthy of it. he’s angry at Remus know, though he doesn’t mean to be. he’s angry at everything that isn’t the people they lost, and Remus unfortunately fits into that category. he just wishes that they could go back to the way things were before this, the old motto of theirs: “together?” / “i think so.”, words uttered a hundred thousand times over the years. he doesn’t feel like they’re working together anymore. Remus is the keeper of a secret that Sirius hates, a symbol of safety he doesn’t feel like they should be playing along with. he’s angry, but he isn’t really showing it. the desperation to hang on and keep Remus safe outweighs that. if he lost Remus now, he would really lose everything worth living for. –– marlene mckinnon: ( “I know we’re best when we’re a team…” ) songs: take me to the riot –– stars // ghosting –– mother mother she was like a sister. she was like a train wreck. she was his mirror. like if you’d shaped him into something tiny and beautiful and fierce. he loved her so much, loved her with a whole heart, and if his dick could have been persuaded to want to fuck her he would have happily spent the rest of his life with her. she wouldn’t have been the one he wanted most, but he would have been happy. as it was, they were good the way they were. partners in crime, drinking buddies, full of sharp laughter and tactless words. losing her is another punch to the gut, another thing he hasn’t fully processed. he keeps looking for her, keeps moving to lean on her and finding only empty space where she should be.

event 001 –– the candlelit vigil. he didn’t speak during the vigil. he didn’t stand up and share any stories, couldn’t summon forward the words that were worthy of the people they’d lost. the thing was that if he talked about his grief, he might start crying. the thing was, if he started crying now he would never stop. the feelings would swallow him up, and he’d weep until he died. he lingers near the edges of the crowd, stands silent and stoic in the masses if people. he isn’t ready to process all of this. he isn’t ready to feel the feelings everyone else seems to be embracing. but he isn’t rushing away either. there’s a crushing loneliness in his heart, and it feels like theres frosted glass between him and everybody else, but he can’t bring himself to ditch it. in the end, he’s glad he lingers. glenda’s voice is like a punch to the gut, her words leaving him breathless and feeling something he’s been numb to for weeks. there’s more than one safe place. all of her words make him want to spring into action, make him want to move and do and act before its too late, make him want to find every soul in this world and gather them together so that they can work to change things. it isn’t hope blooming in his chest, but perhaps a sense of purpose. the implication that not all those they’ve lost will be lost forever, knocking the breath out of him, and making him want to find out for sure…

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monstrousthingsrp · 7 years

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This is the Mod Sara’s App for Seamus Finnigan!

OOC Details

Name: Sara

Pronouns: they/their

Activity Level: Activity will vary depending on mod duties! Also work, which is a tricky, fickle, beast.

Other: I'm generally unbothered by most things.

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Name: Seamus Finnigan

Age: 3/21 25

Gender/Pronouns:

Seamus uses male pronouns but is currently, enthusiastically, playing around with gender presentation and beyond. Seamus' wardrobe before coming to London included a series of black pants and white button up shirts. During the summer, he had short sleeves. When he was a kid, he sometimes went barefoot. Since Seamus has gotten it into his head that anything could be possible in London he's trying out quite a lot. Glitter, lipgloss, eyeliner (which ends up looking like a raccoon before ten minutes is up), and varied gendered clothes. If he were in canon, he'd be a very obvious pure blood wizard who was messing up in the muggle world. As it is, Seamus is exploring, hasn't caught on that the rules aren't that different (probably based on some of the places he's stumbled into), and since no one has told him… Seamus would view himself as cis if he had the words for that but mostly because he wouldn't be able to accept himself as nonbindary at this time.

Desired Changes: I appear to have changed some of Seamus' job. I will manage any changes needed on the main. Wooops!

Please describe the character’s education experience:

Seamus Finnigan was sent to the St. Justina of Antioch Homes at approximately nine years of age. Unlike with The Royal Academy of Unnatural Education, the Saint Justina Homes are just that: homes. They are places of instruction second and so all ages are welcome so long as there has been a magical outburst that warrants a child being places earlier than expected (mandatory attendance is at age eleven). Occasionally, although rarely, nonmagical children end up deposited at churches with letters pertaining to Saint Justina Homes and it sometimes takes a few years to sort out and rehome them.

After attending Saint Justia's herself, Seamus' mother, Sibeal attempted to mask her stars and enter Dublin as a muggle woman. This worked up until she had Seamus, who often lit the curtains on fire, and once, in a bout of drunken annoyance, she told Seamus' father that it was little wonder Seamus was magical given she was a witch. Seamus' father was granted an annulment and Sibeal struggled for many years to get her life back on track but ended up buckling and placing Seamus in church custody early. Seamus hasn't seen her since, although he did receive a few cherished Christmas and birthday cards over the years--each one more unexpected than the last.

If the Saint Justina Homes were what they were described as, Seamus probably would have flourished well enough. The brochures describe a pious, if somewhat strict, upbringing featuring faith and, well, cows. The truth was the place was drafty, cold, and contact between anyone --students or faculty alike --was very strictly prohibited. While magical tutelage was included in the daily routine, it was mostly due to the knowledge that there was no way to suppress it without causing, well, death of both the child and likely others. Instead, the Saint Justina Homes became a primitive sort of testing ground: if you can't suppress the magic without harm, is there anything else that can be suppressed or used to minimize the magic?

Manual labor meant that there was always enough to eat and the clothes were always spotless. It did not, however, minimize magic.

They tried other things. Some students starved. Others were isolated. Science---not potions, never potions, even if the medications always seemed an awful lot like them---was what would save their very souls. If Seamus turned his mind to thinking about it--he might remember certain spaces where he knew it wasn't just vegetables turning up the soil...

As is, Seamus would say that he had a very proper upbringing. After all, Saint Justia's methodology is all he knows.

Job/Role:

Seamus wanted. He knew it was a sin. It wasn't something that was ever made a mystery ever since he arrived at Saint Justine's. You could want, of course, but even wanting was a sin. It might not be as bad as having it might not be as bad as touching----but lusting (a word he learned late at nearly 20)... oh that was something else entirely.

Seamus almost joined a cloistered magical community--which sounds far more progressive than it was. Set just a few miles away from Saint Justine's, the whole program was just as strict as the school had been and even more religious. It was the best path to the Priesthood, to becoming a magical monk or nun (although women were in a separate property almost a mile away)--and all three of those options were, really, the best that all nonmagical parents could hope for for their magical children. Those spaces were safe--both for magical people and it kept nonmagical people safe, too, but in different ways.

Instead of joining, or at least in a pre-cursor to joining, Seamus ended up as a Community liason between the Irish Government and the communities. He helped find avenues to sell their goods--which kept the communities thriving. He argued for them, or argued back from the Government side of things. He talked a lot.

And he wanted.

Seamus doesn't have an explanation for what happened. It was a cold November day. His whole body ached with the warning of snow and the lack of heat------and he wanted. He didn't have words for what he wanted, didn't know how to conceptualize it. It just was the low baseline to his life that suddenly, inexplicably…

The researchers who came later supposed it was a potion gone wrong--that it was left too long on a burner and did something called desublimation. The potion then dispersed, causing what could only be described as a monastery-wide orgy if an orgy can be construed as one without any penetration. Somehow it even reached as far as the women's convent.

What was never determined was which potion? What was in it? And that's because it all came down to Seamus Finnigan sitting in the cafeteria… wanting. Someone touched his shoulder and if asked he'd say: I didn't do anything.

And maybe he didn't. But he did want and that wanting passed on and on and on like an infection that lasted two and a half hours.

All of those involved were dispersed: to different communities or different roles. Seamus ended up in London with another community organization role. He works on making contact with dispersed and out of work wix. This might also be a job that has him unearth caravan students, of course---but he's helping, isn't he?

And if he's not, at least he's making friends.

Character Traits:

Three Strengths and Three Weaknesses with explanations. These should be character traits rather than “clumsy,” “bad hair,” “allergic to X,“ etc.

Naive (-)

Seamus has not had much real world experience. While he had connections to the Irish Muggle Defense Department, having worked as a community liaison between them and the magical religious communities that grew out of Saint Justina's, he has not lived near a town much less a city since he was nine. Social rules, expectations, interaction methods… it's all new to him and he's likely to take quite a lot on face value. This opens him up to manipulation--both the innocent kind, and the more nefarious. Why would people lie?

Structured (-)

Unused to the wildly unstructured, dynamic, mess that is city life: Seamus often finds himself overwhelmed. While he's enthusiastic about learning everything about London, he often takes on much more than he can chew. In an effort to manage the resulting sensory stress, Seamus has created his own rigid routines to blockade the chaotic workday. Going to church, even though the Priest is rarely there, at eleven in the evening is a must. Having his desk setup in a certain way, the way he cleans and sets out his dishes, there are a hundred small ways that Seamus has tried to take control of his world which, while exciting, feels like it's spinning out of his grasp. Deviating is asking for a meltdown--if not right away, eventually, because there's just too much input in a day and he needs something to stymie the feeling of being overwhelmed.

Stubborn (-)

While structured might sound like stubborn, stubborn is more in the way that Seamus interacts with the world when he has made a determination about something. Sure, he'll go for a ride over how to flag a cab or greet someone in London… but once he develops an idea on how things work or what is right versus what is wrong--disagreement is asking for a shouting match or derision. Seamus isn't above petty, small minded, jabs as he protects whatever little platform he deems worthy--and some of them might seem pretty nonsensical. It's over the Irish football team, the best rosary for a first communion, and schooling methodology especially. He will bury his head in the sand, and insult someone in the same breath, until he well and truly can't deny that someone else is right.

Enthusiastic (+)

Seamus isn't about to question being traded from Ireland to England. This was never his goal, of course, and he's still sort of mystified that he wasn't found out or sent to the Lovegoods (a name he now knows thanks to the work grapevine)... but, damn, is he overall excited about the change. Not just excited: Seamus is enthusiastic about everything. He's never tried Sushi--he's there to try it (and maybe get tricked to eating a whole glob of wasabi). He's never had much more than a lager or some communion wine--he's going to drink too much. Does someone need a friend to try out the latest exercise craze? He'll join! High energy, enthusiasm. It might not always be the best choice but Seamus will give it his all… at least until the day ends and h brackets by routine.

Affectionate (+)

Skin hungry is what most medical professionals would call him. Seamus was an affectionate child but there were rules about that at school. There were rules about that when he left school. It has left him a little stunted on what's acceptable but there's no denying that he's an affectionate friend to have. Need a blanket or a pillow?--he probably has one in his desk. Unless one is touch adverse, it's hard to hate little touches--a gentle tap on the back, an inevitable offer to hold hands. Seamus brings people sandwiches and (somewhat burnt) baked items--even those he barely knows like a waitress or a newspaper seller and he doesn't see anything weird about that.

Lucky

Seamus doesn't understand a lot of common city rules. He doesn't get that maybe he shouldn't trust just about everyone--at least not yet. That doesn't mean he can't figure out what to do when the chips start falling in destructive ways. Maybe he's just that charismatic, maybe he's just quick on his feet--regardless he was able to talk himself out of life-ending trouble in Ireland and ended up in London. While he makes a lot of terrible decisions in London… at the end of the day Seamus ends up back in his apartment and, so far, has had very few marks to show for it. He might not always understand context but he almost always lands on his feet and gets home mostly unscathed.

OOC Questions

List three aspects of the character or world that that caught your interest.

Oh I kind of was taken by the combination of small anxieties but otherwise sunny disposition I could see in this character. I very often play angier characters or extremely nervous ones! This would be a bit of a change.

I also liked that I could play a little with Catholicism. I was raised Catholic--although I don't consider myself such anymore. I did make some adjustments based on the magical community and while it might not swing those ways if this were "real life" I thought they worked within the context of the game.

I also liked the idea of Seamus being a sort of 'new kid' on the block. While I do love backstory--and would welcome someone else apping a character who went to Saint Justine's… I am comfortable, and curious, about playing a character who doesn't innately have a whole group of kids where he can go "yes, we have been in contact for forever". That can make things difficult but I think it's manageable.

I like all of the rest of the world as I helped brainstorm it a bit.

What is your dream plot?

A whole new orgy… kidding! I am interested in working my character up towards approaching normal understanding of social mores and, well, sexuality and gender. While I'm playing Seamus as actively engaging in gender right now that doesn't mean he has all his answers in a row. He knows he likes x, he has decided he likes y. These things cause some stress but he's rolling with it. I want to see how that changes through interaction and how he can fuck that up.

In general, related to that, I want to mess things up for other characters. Seamus is the type to blunder into someone's meeting and not realize it right away (at least for now) or to find something he's not supposed to or ask the entirely wrong question. Let's use that.

Although devoted to the church and to his up bringing, eventually Sesamus will be faced with views that are different than his own. While he'll first go through a period of sticking fingers in his ear...I'd like to see where he lands. Seamus could very well stay where he's at--stubborn and determined that his experiences were for the best… but the opposite is possible. Swapping between the two as he struggles with the concepts is also true and, I think, can be made fun or useful to other players.

#monstrous enter if you dare #seamus finnigan

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academiakrp-blog · 7 years

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SCHEDULE: microeconomics 101, modern languages (italian), social anthropology, speech science, studies in grammar

EXTRACURRICULARS: Honor Society, Glee Club (female lead)

SUNGWOL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN, 05.09.17: New student Ahn Soo ah has officially been accepted into the Junior class! Soo ah is twenty-one years old and plans on majoring in Business Management. She has been reported to be confident, logical and charming but also insincere, competitive and manipulative. Her personality will take her far as a member of the Honor Society. Let’s welcome Sooah to the University and wish her a good year!

OOC!

Name and pronouns: andie Other muses: henry kang Time zone: pst Additional notes: :P

IC!

Muse name: ahn soo ah Birthday (or age): feb 18 1996 / 21 Faceclaim: kim yongsun/solar of mamamoo School: sungwol university Grade: third year Desired clubs: glee club - female lead, honors society member Positive traits: confident + logical + charming Negative traits: insincere - competitive - manipulative Proficiency: soo ah has always been a diligent student, maintaining high grades in almost all her subjects, even despite her extracurriculars. in an effort to challenge herself, and to assist in her music/theater skills, she is taking an italian language course this semester, and though it is proving tricky for her, she’s still keeping up fairly well in class. the only course her parents told her to take that she seems at all interested in is social anthropology, despite its minimal connection to her business management major.

BIOGRAPHY!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mention of sexual favors / sleeping for success

Ahn Soo Ah always knew she was destined for greatness. Since the time she was young, she had been offered countless praises that told her as much. She would be a star, a success, too famous for Korea alone. It was fact, it was biblical -

It was something she would have to spend years working for.

But Soo Ah had led what had to be the most normal life in existence. Though her family was fairly well-off, her parents were frequently travelling for business, leaving Soo Ah to entertain herself with nannies instead of family, and the fancy toys they brought back to the house as some kind of attempt to make up for their absence. For a few years of her childhood, this constant negligence irked and hurt her, but she quickly became used to it. They had to do what they had to do, after all, or they would have no life to speak of, or so the staff told her.

In another mockery of good parenting, Soo Ah was given a very free reign to choose what hobbies took up the time not spent in school or studying. She tried a variety of things young girls are expected to be interested in, but nothing seemed to stick. Her increasingly bad attitude didn’t help either. It became something of a contest to see which would get Soo Ah kicked out of an activity first: her own mouth, or her lack of interest.

But then, when she was around 10 years old and beginning to show increased interest in the glitz and glam of the music industry, she asked to take voice lessons. The music teachers at school had told her she had strong potential to stand on the stage someday if she received more advanced training, so Soo Ah begged for the chance to do so. Her parents relented easily, and she was soon taking after school classes in classical/operatic singing. It wasn’t the popping, bright music that had first caught her interest, but it was a step.

To the surprise of everyone around her, Soo Ah persisted with singing like she had never done with anything else. For years, she practiced diligently, attended every class, went to any and every recital or performance she could. But with her growing skill came a growing ego, and it was obvious to anyone that Soo Ah felt her skills lent her some kind of natural superiority, and only the bravest dared to try remaining in her circle, for fear of the sharp tongue she wielded being pointed at them. The semi-isolation was fine with Soo Ah though - it gave her time to practice without interruption, and she was used to being on her own, anyway.

Fast forward to the final days of Soo Ah’s time in high school. After much discussion with her parents ( mostly over Skype calls and the like since they hadn’t changed their ways much either ), Soo Ah was allowed to leave the comfort of life in Korea for the United States. While her home country certainly had plenty of options for music in post-secondary settings, she had set her sights on the loftier goal of pursuing music in one of the most famous of foreign lands. Soon the applications were sent, and a few months later a letter of acceptance was firmly in her grasp. Who wouldn’t want Korea’s most charming and talented vocalist in the school, after all?

After months agonizing over official documents and the matter of living quarters, Soo Ah took a plane to Los Angeles, where she would spend the next two years attending UCLA’s Thornton School of Music. With the glamour of Hollywood so close, it seemed like the ideal place to begin spreading her wings as a musician, and perhaps branch into acting. She learned quite a lot struggling through life in the concrete jungle, including basic fluency in the English language and the value of a part-time jobs.

But even the promise of a degree wasn’t enough to content her thirst for the spotlight. Soo Ah and her grades suffered in the face of it as she combed L.A. for opportunities, hoping to take her next steps towards musical stardom, and was met with less than lackluster results. Dozens of auditions for anything and everything, late nights and money thrown at recording demos, and nothing. Not a single callback or contract offer. She had even spent a less than ideal night with a guy who was supposed to be a talent scout, who had promised her he would help make sure her next audition with his company was a success. Apparently the asshole had let her down, because even they had rejected her, and when she tried to confront him, he acted as if she had never existed. Frustrated and disappointed, she left the illustrious California city behind after two years, and returned to Seoul.

She spent a few weeks getting back on her feet, and crying out her sorrows over soju and dramas, before she approached her dreams of fame with renewed vigor. Gone was the hopeful student with the gleam of probable success in her eyes; this one was vicious and determined to claw her way into the industry no matter what it might take, or who she might have to step on. Once again, she underwent auditions of nearly all kinds, for companies ranging big to small. But she struck out again and again. And her parents, whose money suffered for her lack of success, finally forced her to call it quits.

“We cannot afford to waste more time on your failures. You will go back to school so you can learn to take over the company, and that’s final. No arguments.”

So she was forced to attend her parents’ alma mater, Sungwol University, to pursue a business-related major. With her decent performance in basic subjects the previous years, she was able to skip general requirements and dive straight into the boring world of mathematics and demographics that she loathed. In order to appease her parents, she’s kept up her grades and even joined the Honors Society, but they couldn’t stop her from also joining the school’s Glee Club and winning over its female lead spot. Now, it’s the only thing keeping her sane as she tries to escape school as fast as possible, praying that her dreams of standing on the stage might still be able to become a reality.

#ac:sungwol #ac:student #ac:roster #acsooah

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vermiculus-incipiens · 6 years

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OOC INFORMATION:

What’s your name? Mah

Preferred pronouns: She/Her

Timezone: BRT

IC INFORMATION:

Character Name: Emmeline Violet Vance

What’s a hobby or pastime that your character enjoys? Emmeline’s favorite hobbie has always been drawing. Interestingly so, this is due to a great influence from her mother, Amelia, an spell inventor whose curiosity with muggles led to her involvement with some of the things they consider as hobbies. A few years before she was born, Amelia created a spell capable of bringing drawings to life in the form of illusions, something along the lines of 3D and Cinema; it quickly fades, though, as she has no muggle bases so far to improve the effects of the spell, and no interest in doing so. As a young girl, her mom would tell her stories in bed-time and sometimes use this spell to show characters from books almost as if they were alive. This fascinated Emmeline, who felt a lot more comfortable surrounded by these beings instead of real people (she’s always had anxiety near others). At the age of four her mother noticed this interest and found a way to bring her pencils and muggle-paper, hiding it quite safely in her room as they wouldn’t receive many visitors in that part of the house. Within the years her love for drawing surpassed talent, turning into something she does both for calming her anxiety and simply for there are no set expectations - the only thing she refrains from tracing are people, as she isn’t sure she’ll be able to capture them in a light that would make them justice. Even then, she still has some drawings of faces she prefers to keep hidden. Another hobbie of hers is music, which relates to the family. Even though they don’t have a deep contact with muggles, music has always filled the Vance’s house, since long before she was born and way longer anyone can remember. They are proficient in enchanting instruments to play whichever song, the same way both her parents and older brother show talent in one or more. Emmeline herself can play the violin and piano, the first a choice of her own and the second quite mandatory at home.

Do you have any preferred ships or anti-ships? I’ve always “secretly” shipped Emmeline with Mary. What truly fascinates about this character, however, is how much it’s unknown, which gives us players the power to write all kinds of different situations, including relationships, with her. I don’t have a preferred or anti-ship despite what’s stated at the beginning because what appeals the most to me is getting to know the characters and through that creating relationships based on chemistry (be it healthy or angst ones). So yeah, pretty open here!

What do you think your character’s Boggart would be? If their greatest fear isn’t something that could easily take a solid form, what is it? Why? Emmeline’s boggart takes the form of a number of people, one at a time, all pointing at her and saying out loud she’s both a failure and the reason why somebody - anyone - has died. They tell her she is unable to act in battle, inefficient on her job and a burden instead of an asset, as well as show their opinion of her as somebody not worth knowing or spending time with.

What’s your character’s biggest pet peeve? Emmeline’s biggest pet peeve is having her way barred by people who stop in the middle of a crowded path - as somebody who is very anxious when around others, especially in situations in which there are a number of people she has never met around, she flinches whenever somebody obliges her to stop and spend more time than the necessary in the middle of everybody, even if it’s just for a few seconds. Still extremely polite and afraid to speak her mind, all she can do is ask ‘please’ and ‘excuse me’, even though far from always she’s listened to.

What would you consider to be an eccentricity of your character? Emmeline tends to speak higher when she’s lying, which often call people’s attention instead of deviating it from her. She gets immediately nervous and fidgets constantly as well, often letting people know she’s not speaking the truth by then.

What is/was your character’s favorite subject in school? Why? A simple question indeed, Emmeline never faltered in answering Herbology. She’s shown a talent for the subject the minute they started studying it back at first year, and have always silently admired how much it can influence people’s lives without then even noticing. She is aware of the healing powers of plant, as well as of its effectiveness, even though another thought haunts her since a nightmare after a friend was mistanly poisoned by a higher-than-necessary dose of a medicine: the fact that plants can also be used as weapon. Of course, a subtle and less dramatic one, yet effective if needed. Despite that, the Hufflepuff prefers its normal and expected usage, which aligned with her wanting to heal and learning more about caretaking only turned her into someone possessing a knowledged in the area closer to expertise.

What time of day is your character’s favorite? What time of year? Emmeline’s favorite time of the year is the dawn. She’s realized how calming it is, and beautiful at the same time, with not many people awake yet late enough some could be if only she asked them to. It’s a balance, and it shows harmony - despite, of course, the beauty in the sky whenever the sun first show its traces. Her favorite time of the year has always been spring, more specifically around her brother’s birthday, as they keep a tradition of him taking her to magical forests and botanical gardens since she admires the plants and nature so much.

What’s your character’s Patronus? If they can’t conjure one, what would it be if they could? Why? Emmeline’s patronus is a beautiful, cute, small shrew. She’s very proud of it, no matter its small size - as it doesn’t matter at all - and her memories focus deeply in her family and the ones in which she is feeling the most comfortable and free (in a sense of having nothing to fear) with friends.

What is your character’s biggest vice (bad habit or immoral craving)? Not unexpectedly, Emmeline’s biggest vice comes from her own worries - often, relating to the many ways things could go wrong. Emmeline spends a concerning amount of time not evaluating situations and outcomes, but rather focusing on the negative impacts each action could have. She often forgets thinking positive is needed and, either when under pressure or when an outcome might have a negative influence for her or others, ends up creating a number of scenarios in her mind that could easily erase the closest possible to reality.

What is your character’s diet like? What’s his or her favorite food? Emmeline’s diet is pretty normal, as somebody who is not too concerned about health, but aware of it. She eats what she thinks is necessary, trying not to eat too much or too less. Even when she’s worried, it doesn’t reverberate to any bad eating habit. Furthermore, her favorite food is a cake her grandmother used to bake any time she went to their house, and she keeps the recipe, often doing it herself and sharing with her family and friends.

How do you think your character’s psychological issues have manifested and changed your character up to this point? I believe Emmeline’s issues have molded her into a great part of who she is today. It’s always been hard for her to separate herself from anxiety and have a good notion of reality, which means within time she turned more and more into somebody afraid of acting and speaking her mind. She much prefers to stick to the background and do what’s expected of her without never letting people hold too much expectations, as she is afraid of not meeting them, and even at Hogwarts she never made too much of an effort at school because of that; even if she had potential, she had watched as her brother went from a brilliant first year student to somebody great at some subjects but moderated in others at the last ones, and how his parents weren’t as proud as they could be. On the other hand, Emmeline doesn’t realize she acts with brilliancy in things she actually is brilliant, like healing for example - even when people point it out and say she’s doing great without much of an effort, she is quick to deny and doesn’t realize they’re telling the truth, rather thinking there are many better than her at both the necessary actions of wizard’s medicine and dealing with patients. For this reason, back at her teenage years, some people even told her what she had was false modesty, but this couldn’t be further from the truth; her anxiety and low self-esteem have always prevented her from seeing herself in the light of reality. These traits have also greatly molded her role in the war. Mildly good with duelling spells and not at all focused or confident enough to be great at it like those who get out of Hogwarts to become aurors, she’s never been interested in fighting like they do. Which is to say, even when needed, her anxiety gets the best of her even when she has to fight and there’s no way of running - panic attacks are common since she was a fifth year and a girl tried picking up a fight after Emmeline whispered back words of repulse when this girl showed prejudice to a friend of hers. She learned to keep quiet since then, and understand she’s better with her hands and mind at healing than in actually acting brave like most people expect of warriors. The saddest thing is Emmeline doesn’t see her own value, sometimes wishing she wouldn’t carry herself wish such cowardice.

Give us a headcanon for your character. Anything is acceptable. I have this headcanon for Emmeline that she’s pretty unaware of her own talents, which are often useless in a war yet a source of light and happiness. Despite her skills with drawing and playing instruments, she’s pretty great with both singing and dancing, even though she doesn’t practice it in a proficient manner neither tries to improve; it’s just something that comes naturally, and more often than not her friends request a song or a dance as a way to keep their heads off of the war.

#Closed Character #Accepted #VIAccepted #Emmeline Vance

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