#popplewell hall school

[tothewaterhq]

ACCEPTED // SATINE HARRIS

district 8 → victor of the 67th hunger games → anna popplewell fc

positive traits: determined, gentle, caring negative traits: sensitive, self-critical, over-protective 

describe their arena:

When the tributes rose up into the arena for the sixty-seventh hunger games, they found themselves in a frozen wasteland, sparsely decorated with small, dead shrubbery. The only animals present were moose, but these were muttations and designed to kill. Tributes were dressed in a baggy knit jumper with thick thermal underwear and snow trousers.

The arena shifted on the third night, when half of the tributes remained. A blisteringly hot desert, the moose were replaced by oryxes- smaller, but in larger groups, and with sharper horns. One of the hardships was adapting to this change in climate, with three tributes failing to remove their clothing and succumbing to the heat within forty-eight hours.

biography:

Satine was born in the middle of a treacherously cold winter. Her mother died a few weeks later, the difficult birth combined with the horrible cold too much for her weak, malnourished body. The baby was raised by a single father for the first six years of her life, picking up on his anxieties and accepting them as normal, making them a part of her own being.

When she was six, her father remarried. Jenny, her new step-mother, was a fellow factory-worker, and she took to Satine immediately. The first of her three younger siblings was born within a year. They named him Marino, and Satine adored him instantly. As time passed, he’d be followed by two more; Lettie (or Camlet) and Tyler.

The Harrises did not have much, but they had more than many. Their terraced house was cramped, even more so when her maternal grandmother moved in, unable to pay her rent and too crippled by age to work a full shift. Although Satine was her only biological grandchild, she doted on all the children in equal measure. Nana died in her sleep when Satine was thirteen. It was four year old Tyler who found her.

School was a pain, and Satine was so desperate to impress her teachers that she never really made any friends. The highlight of her week was her dance class on Thursdays, set up by her favorite teacher as a way of relieving stress.

Satine was not surprised when she was reaped, because death seemed to follow her like a dark cloud. Part of her was actually relieved it wasn’t somebody younger than her. Her family might miss her, but they would move on; there were girls in Eight who would be mourned far more than her should they have gone in her place.

No-one had particularly high hopes for her. She was small for her age, underfed, with no useful skills beyond cookery and basic first aid. Her greatest strength was in her ally: Kailani, the career from District Four, agreed to teach Satine the basics of throwing knives if she could show her how to bind a wound. Despite the three year age difference, the two became fast friends, and Kailani even went so far as to cut off ties with the careers from One and Two to keep an eye on her in the arena.

Satine ran from the bloodbath, killing the boy from District Nine when he tried to stop her. She returned to the cornucopia a few hours later, where Kailani was waiting. Although they’d lost the cornucopia itself to the career pack, she’d scrounged up a sword for herself, a belt with three knives for Satine, and a tent. The two girls set out in search of their fellow tributes, Kailani killing while Satine stood back and handled the domestic matters- moving their tent, ensuring that they ate each night.

After three days of this, there were twelve tributes left. The arena changed dramatically on the third night, and the girls awoke to found that not only had the snow melted away, but that they were in a desert. Shedding their sweaters and cutting their thermal leggings into shorts with a knife, they continued on. Satine was unused to the heat, but Kailani almost thrived in it. She pinned Satine’s hair up in a bun for her so that it was off of her neck, and recalled stories of summers spent on the beaches in Four.

They stumbled across Kailani’s district partner on the fifth day. He was a thirteen year old called Leomaris, and had survived the cold weather by digging into the snow and creating a small shelter for himself. They gave him some of the water and food they’d been fortunate enough to be sent by sponsors, and took him in as the third member of their party.

In the end, it came down to their alliance and the star-crossed lovers from District One- not truly lovers, but both very beautiful, and very good at manipulating viewers. They had been favorites amongst the more whimsical Capitolites, and the trio knew that. But they weren’t about to give up just because.

They split, Kailani pointing Satine towards the female tribute, insisting she would be right there when she’d disposed of the male. He was bigger than his partner, and much stronger- and it was Kailani who had the career training. They told Leomaris to hide.

A cannon sounded just over five minutes later. The four teenagers stopped mid-combat, looking around, confused, before Leomaris’ picture flashed in the sky. Satine later learned he’d fallen afoul of a herd of oryxes.

She sustained a serious injury when a knife was plunged into her thigh, her vision already blurred with tears for Leomaris and her first kill and everything that had happened over the last few days. Eventually, she was able to pin the girl from One down on the ground and slit her throat.

Looking up, her eyes found Kailani’s just in time to see the light fade from them. She’d lost two friends in less than ten minutes.

She was devastated and wild, throwing herself at the boy from One, crying and clawing. She pulled the knife from her thigh and stabbed, and stabbed, and stabbed.

Once she was certain he’d died, she hurried back to Kailani, brushing her hair from her face, telling her she’d won. She’d won. She’d won. But Kailani hadn’t won, and when the hovercraft came to collect the victor for the sixty-seventh annual Hunger Games, they took Satine.

Victory was a surprise for Satine, and she struggled at first. There were death threats from avid fans of the tributes from District One, as well as PTSD to deal with, and all the pressures that come with being the Capitol’s latest sweetheart. And that was what Satine was; the sweetheart, the surprise victor who won viewers over with her kindness and her gentle humility.

Living in the Victor’s Village with her family, who suddenly had more than enough room for the first time, she decided to put her victory to good use. Satine set up a soup kitchen in the heart of her district for the hungry, and bought a small hall for her beloved Miss Rodriguez to continue teaching children to dance.

For the first time in her life, Satine had friends; people other than her parents to send birthday cards to. Her connection to Kailani and Leomaris gave her a deep appreciation for District Fours victors, who can all look forward to cards from Satine on their birthdays, and she “accidentally” bakes too many cupcakes regularly so that she has an excuse to pop over to Cecelia’s house and fuss over her children.

With Woof being so elderly, and Cecelia having three children depending on her, Satine tries her best to keep the focus of certain Capitolites on her alone. The President’s prostitution ring for victors was revealed to her when she was sixteen, less than a year after her victory, and Satine understands when it is safer not to argue. Over the years, her “good girl” persona became something more; no matter how depressed Satine feels, no matter how low she gets, she has to maintain this identity as Eight’s sweet, kind, angelic victor, because that’s what the Capitol expects of her now. That’s what her clients expect.

PLAYED BY // DAISY

#hunger games rp #oc rp #satine #accepted

[georgieh]

Georgie Henley for The Times of London - ‘There is pressure on child actors not to admit it’s hard’

She had a ball as a child playing Lucy in the Narnia films, but her schoolmates were unkind — not that it stopped her. Now she’s on the London stage // Keep reading for full interview

Georgie Henley vividly remembers her first day in Narnia. She was eight years old, 12,000 miles from home and surrounded by a film crew waiting for her to act on camera for the first time. Henley was playing Lucy, the plucky youngest child of the Pevensie family in the Walt Disney film version of CS Lewis’s wartime fantasy classic The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. On the first take she looked at the camera because she didn’t know better. That error aside, she thought she spoke her lines all right. Yet the director, Andrew Adamson, kept asking her to do the scene again. And again. And again.

After about an hour of this she started welling up. Adamson came over and asked why she was upset. “And I just said, ‘I’m getting it wrong, that’s why you keep doing it over and over again, isn’t it?’ And he said, ‘No, we have to position the camera in different places, we do different shots and then we edit them together.’ ” She laughs at the thought. “I mean, it’s basic stuff, but I didn’t know because I was just plucked from nowhere.”

Now 22, Henley has just started her first professional stage role. She is starring in Angry, a collection of monologues by the restlessly provocative playwright Philip Ridley at the Southwark Playhouse in south London. She is upbeat, articulate and aware of the negative narrative that surrounds child actors and quietly determined to buck it.

She is hugely grateful for her experience on the three Chronicles of Narnia films: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe in 2005, Prince Caspian in 2008 and The Voyage of the Dawn Treader in 2010. They have set her up financially, so that after finishing her degree in English at Cambridge University in 2016, she was able to move to a flat of her own in London. Unlike some other child actors, she says, who get pressured to support their families, her parents — Mike, a former solicitor who now works for HSBC, and Helen, who chaperoned her on all three Narnia films — made sure she kept her earnings.

“And I don’t take any of this for granted,” she says. “To have a franchise at a young age, it’s what a lot of actors spend their whole lives trying to get because you have guaranteed work and a guaranteed pay cheque. Not that I really thought about that at the time.” On the first film she didn’t even realise she was being paid. She did by the second film. “But it was like Monopoly money to me.”

Yet while she thinks there is “scaremongering” about what it’s like to be a child actor, she is quick to admit that it had a big impact on her school life. It happened almost by accident: a casting director, Pippa Hall, who had discovered Jamie Bell for Billy Elliot, held an audition at the drama club to which the seven-year-old Henley went each Tuesday after school in Ilkley, Yorkshire. “I was just lucky,” she says. She laughs awkwardly at the suggestion that, however she got the job, she was unusually good once she started doing it. “Thank you! I can’t cope with people saying nice things to me.”

She was “quite a weird child; on the fringe socially, just always off in my own world”. At first she thought she was auditioning for a panto in Bradford. As the process dragged on for months, and she started to travel down to London to audition alongside children from stage schools, she and her parents got to realise what it might involve. In fact, her parents pulled her out of the process when they were told it would involve four months filming in Canada. Her older sisters Rachael (who played the older version Lucy in the first film) and Laura stepped in, insisting that this was too big an opportunity to pass up. Her parents relented. Whereupon it became seven months in New Zealand instead.

“It changed my life,” Henley says. “It sounds cheesy, but it’s true. And I didn’t know anything. All I knew was what I had learnt in my drama club every Tuesday, and having parents who never told me to be quiet or anything, who liked me for being a little bit odd.”

Filming, give or take that first-day wobble, was wonderful. She apologises again for cheesiness. “It was like this magic thing. Every day it was a new costume, a new setting, new creatures to imagine you were talking to.” She watched the first film again two Christmases ago with her grandmother and enjoyed it. Certain memories from filming linger more than others: the day she played mini golf with Tilda Swinton, who was playing the White Witch, or the surprise party on set for her ninth birthday, when her father and sisters flew out to join her mother. “It was one of the best days of my life. It was just amazing. But it’s so funny when I meet children that age now and I think, ‘You are tiny.’ I remember what I was doing at that age and I can’t believe it.”

She has kept in touch with her co-stars, although they are rarely in the same room together. William Moseley, who played the oldest boy, Peter, acts in Hollywood. Anna Popplewell, who played Susan, still acts and lives round the corner from Henley in north London. Skandar Keynes, who played the younger brother, Edmund, overlapped with Henley at Cambridge. He was in his final year when she was in her first, but by that time he had stopped acting. “Nobody else will ever be able to understand what we did together. It’s this crazy, amazing thing. You just can’t explain it.”

As well as filming in New Zealand — and Eastern Europe and Australia in the later films — there was foreign travel for publicity junkets. She has visited Japan three times, she says, but doesn’t feel she knows the place since she spent most of her time there in hotel rooms. The same goes for New York. She will never forget being 15, waking up in her hotel room in Tokyo and remembering that she had a mock chemistry GCSE to do. She kept up with school work through tutors. The child actors shared classrooms as well as dressing rooms while on location.

Returning to normal life between films was difficult, though. Her family did a great job of keeping her feet on the ground, she says. They are all “very close”. However, she struggled when she got to Bradford Grammar School when she was 11. “Secondary school is where I struggled. I loved the work side of school, I loved learning, but the social side was a minefield. And part of that was worsened by the films that I had done, by me being in and out of school.

“There is such a pressure on child stars not to admit that it’s hard. To smile in interviews and say, ‘Yeah, I love my double life,’ and pretend they are a special agent or something. Because if they admit that it’s hard sometimes they sound like they are difficult.” She wouldn’t change anything about the films, but wishes she hadn’t played her achievement down so much when at school. She didn’t act in anything at school until her final year. “It was that thing of not wanting to put your head above the parapet for fear of it being sliced off, but I should have had the confidence to be proud of what I did. I was bullied mercilessly; people were so awful to me at school. It was amazing getting to uni and people being, like, ‘That’s so cool!’ And I was, like, ‘I know, right, isn’t it?’

“So I wish I could say to the 13-year-old me, ‘Be proud of what you’ve accomplished.’ And that doesn’t mean being arrogant. They are not the same. I think I conflated the two things.”

At university she studied English, but did theatre too. “You can experiment and f*** up or succeed, and if you do well nobody cares a week later and if you f*** up nobody cares a week later.”

She wrote and directed a couple of short films while there. She also kept up her film acting, although without Narnia budgets. In Perfect Sisters she played one of two Canadian teens plotting to kill their mother. The Sisterhood of Night, an American film, was a bit like The Crucible reworked for the age of social media. She also made Access All Areas, which was about a bunch of teenagers who go on the run to an island music festival. “It was amazing to be doing different characters,” she says. “People thought it was me trying to get away from the Lucy Pevensie thing, and maybe it looked like that, but your tastes change.” Before that, she was offered other fantasy or period films, but preferred to wait until she could do something different.

Talking of which, her professional stage debut certainly ticks that box. Ridley, known for troubling plays such as Mercury Fur or Dark Vanilla Jungle, has written six “gender-neutral” monologues, including one long one that is one of Henley’s favourites, about a teenaged sexual experience that may or may not have been entirely consensual. How you view it, Henley suggests, depends on which night you attend. She and her co-star, Tyrone Huntley, alternate who performs which three monologues each night. “You’ve got me, a white, straight woman, and Tyrone is a black, gay man; it’s two entirely different identities, but it’s the same words.”

Henley was already a fan of Ridley and had even written an essay about him at Cambridge, although she was mortified when one of the producers told him this. She will not let him read it, she says with a chuckle. She did some directing at university and would like to do more. Later this year she shoots her next short film. Beyond that some other work seems to be looming, but nothing she is sure about yet. She lives on her own, loves having her own space and isn’t in a relationship. “I’m a single Pringle. I don’t know how people my age have time for anything like that because I sure as hell don’t. I’m trying to keep myself together, let alone worry about someone else.”

The previous day she had picked up her first pay cheque for Angry.Fringe wages can’t be huge, but she’s thrilled to be paid for doing a job she loves. She is happiest when working. “Some child actors grow up and their career gets quite calculated. Their management say, ‘You can do an indie film, then you have got to do a blockbuster, and then you can do two more indies,’ but I’m just looking for stuff that scares me and challenges me; things I haven’t done before. Because I still feel like I don’t know anything and I have still got lots to learn, so having to jump in at the deep end like this . . .” she laughs. There is nowhere to hide when you’re doing monologues. “And that is terrifying, but it’s also a gift.”

#georgie henley #IM SCREAMING THIS PHOTO OMG AND THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE INTERVIEW EVER

[ivoryandbonerpg-blog]

CONGRATULATIONS, Ace!

You have joined the ranks of the second Wizarding War as your original character SARIA YOUNG under the Freya Mavor faceclaim. In order to fully prepare for what the Dark Lord has in store for you, it is advised that you read through the new member playbook, create your account within the next 48 hours (as this is a secondary character for you, a sideblog to your main character is acceptable), notify the headmistresses, and immerse yourself into the world of a war-torn wizarding world.

Your journey awaits you--in the darkness, in the light, or somewhere in-between.

OOC INFO

1. NAME: Ace

2. AGE: 18

3. TIMEZONE / ACTIVITY: EST - - I like to think I am a 6 or 7 with activity. I’m starting in my first semester of uni so activity may lag from time to time, but I’ll be around most nights!  

4. PREFERRED PRONOUN(S): She/her

5. TRIGGER WARNING(S): omitted for applicant privacy

6. HAVE YOU READ THE RULES?: omitted for admin use

7. HOW DID YOU HEAR ABOUT IVORY AND BONE?: Idk…I guess I know the admins somehow and ask them constant questions about everything.  

8. FAMILIARITY WITH RPING?: I’ve been an acitive role player for about six years! I’ve been on tumblr for almost two, and have had the pleasure of being a member of La Lune! I now also play Fenrir Greyback and Ginny Weasley here :)

9. HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FIT?: Saria, in short, is a very earnest sort of girl who truly wishes she can do everything she can to help The Order. She provides a window into what the innocent side of the war looks - she is one of many who have not been directly targeted. She has no qualms, no history, and next to no knowledge of just what exactly is going on - just like many of the younger generation involved in the war does. The whole thing was simply thrust upon her in a way that resembled the countless other refugees, yet just like many, Saria is a civilian forced to take a stand, but stands with what she  believes is right. In addition to providing this look at the ‘normal’ people in a war, Saria is a Seer who wants to do anything and everything she can to help. Though her abilities are confusing and she can’t always figure out what her visions mean, she simply wants to do good and help those who want the same. I think this could make her a valuable member of the group over all, as she can provide some otherwise impossible to obtain information about the Inner Circle and their Death Eaters without risking loss of life. She’s also a lil bug and just wants a family, and I think The Order can provide that for her.

IC INFO

1. CHARACTER NAME: Saria Young

2. CHARACTER AGE: 18

3. CHARACTER BASICS: Pronouns: She/her

Blood-Status: Half-blood

School: Ilvermorny

House: Pukwudgie

Allegiance: The Order

4. TOP THREE FACECLAIMS:

1) Freya Mavor

2) Sarah Bolger

3) Anna Popplewell

5. CHARACTER SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

6. PERSONALITY TRAITS: friendly, shy, clumsy, earnest, clairvoyant

7. BIOGRAPHY: 

 The Wizarding World was one full of magic; one where beings gifted with extraordinary abilities could flourish and grow. Creatures straight from one’s imagination filled the air and roamed the earth, and the humans who could tame them could grow flowers with a flick of one’s wrist or a wave of their wand. The world of magic was straight out of a fairy tale. Yet, not every fairy tale has a happy ending, and this magical world is not always bright. Treachery still lives, and little girls are still abandoned by families who do not want them. Once upon a time, a young woman — a witch born of pure blood — fell in love with a man who had once been clueless of the magic around him. This man came with a reputation for charming women into his bed.  There wasn’t a woman who didn’t fall victim to his charms. The witch thought she might change him, thought she might entice him with her love, her magic, and her powerful family. Her advances seemed to work, and with her heart filled with joy, the two slipped between silk sheets. Yet, come morning, the freckled young woman was no different than all of his other triumphs. He was gone, leaving nothing but the memory of his skin against her own. Once upon a time, a pureblood witch would become pregnant with the child of a no-maj. It would be Rappaport’s Law that would doom the unborn child. Despite that the law had been repealed in 1965, the pureblood families who controlled the southern region of the United States still followed its rules religiously. A wizard, under no circumstances, could marry a no-maj, let alone have a child with one. Worst still, the child would be a half-blood, something despised by the people of the society she lived in. Try as she might to hide the growing swell of her stomach, her parents would discover her secret, and sweep her into hiding until the child was born. The young woman grew ill as the date grew closer, and by the time her daughter was born, the freckled young woman had lost her life. The child was a demon in her grandparents’ eyes. A murderer, spawn of the man who’d killed their daughter, and a half blood with the piercing blue eyes of her father. From the moment she’d come into this world - red faced and wailing for her mother — Saria Young had been destined to be abandoned by a family she would never know. The only reason Saria found her way into the system was her resemblance to her dead mother. Freckled cheeks and a mop of blonde curls, it was what ultimately saved her life, for her grandmother was consumed by guilt. She couldn’t dispose of the small bundle, for it resembled her own daughter as a babe…she found the nearest hospital and left her upon its steps. It was the only kindness her grandparents would ever show her— they couldn’t love a child who had her father’s blue eyes and no-maj blood. From that moment on, Saria would bounce from foster home to foster home - a total of twelve in her life - a ward of the state of Louisiana, a witch who never knew she wielded the magic of her mother. Her magic showed itself early in life, though the no-maj she’d been raised as didn’t have a clue as to what it was. Instead, her strange episodes and dreams were dismissed as a medical disorder. Epilepsy: that’s what she’d been diagnosed with, no doubt given to her by her birth parents. It was hard to make friends when you constantly moved between foster homes, and harder when your eyes would roll into the back of your head and you could collapse at a moment’s notice. Harder still to find a family, when they wanted an undamaged child, one who was normal. We just can’t handle her, they’d say. She’s too much. It became a painful, sickening routine. Each time she thought she’d found a mother and father to call her own, they’d bring her back, too afraid of her episodes to sign the papers and make her their daughter. It caused her to close in on herself; alone and afraid, the little witch would soon become as fragile as glass. As time went on, Saria accepted this fact, and found herself becoming content in the group homes of New Orleans, where she didn’t have to feel bad about her condition and could spend her days cooking and mastering the unique foods found in the French Quarter instead of pursuing relationships. She would age out of the system one day, open a restaurant, and be happy with her life. She was content, that is, up until an owl perched itself in the window of her shared bedroom. She was content, up until she read the letter clasped in its beak. She was content, up until the moment she discovered the world she’d been destined to be apart of. Dear Miss Young, we are pleased to invite you to attend Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Those were the words that would change her life forever. From that moment on, Saria’s place in the world seemed a little more clear, though shy and timid she stayed. It would be only a week before she was sailing towards a new world, away from live oaks blanketed by Spanish moss and the swamps of Louisiana. The Big Easy faded behind her, replaced by the towering mountains of the north. Ilvermorny welcomed her with open arms, and when the Pukwudgie raised its arrow, and the Thunderbird splayed its wings, Saria followed the arrow and shot into her new life. Here, Saria thrived under the colors of pink and white. Shy and docile, yes, and particularly clumsy with her wand, the young half-blood was accepted without a second thought. Her peers found her episodes normal, her predictions amazing and other-worldly — her classmates insisted that she was a Seer, a witch who could see the what others could not. She flourished like a flower in spring in Divination classes, and when she returned home each summer, she discovered others of her kind walking Bourbon Street. Tucked away in the touristic voodoo and physic shops of the Crescent City was the very magic that flowed in her veins. All her life, her culture and her heritage had been right under her nose. Finally, Saria Young had found where she was meant to be. That all changed at the end of her sixth year. Saria collapsed in the middle of the dining hall, her body spasming, her eyes a milky white as images of war and death tore through her mind.  When she woke, it was too late. The news had already reached Ilvermorny. She couldn’t warn them, for The Dark Lord had truly returned, and North America was finally plunged into the horrors that had plagued Europe for months. She had no choice but to flee with her peers, for even a half-blood could be seen as worms in the eyes of his followers — especially one raised in the No-maj world, one who could not prove her suspected line f. To the Death Eaters, she would be no better than what they called a Mudblood. Now, she remains in the safe arms of The Order, where her abilities might be of some use. But what can a Seer do, when everybody alreadyknows the future is as dark as it is terrifying? CONNECTIONS: TATIANA VALENTINA: Tatiana is the sister she never had. Saria couldn’t have possibly found a better friend than the fellow mop of golden curls — the two instantly fell in with one another, forming a bond that was sure to remain until their curls turn gray. When Saria arrived in Europe, it was Tatiana who saw her panic and her fear through the frenzy of refugees, took her hand and told her it would be alright. Without that horrible grasp of English, Saria would have been hopelessly lost. She considers the expressive yet soft girl to be closest friends, and has developed a fierce protectiveness of her. VIKTOR KRUM: Saria’s visions have come and gone her entire life— but one thing that stayed constant was the image of a dark haired boy and his stunning smile through the watery view of the Sight. Each time she’d collapse, she would see him. It began as glimpses — several seconds, at most — but as the rise of the Dark Lord grew closer, they grew longer and clearer. She considered him something of a guardian angel, smiling each time her gift brought a glimpse of the future as if to tell her everything would be alright. But that day — almost a year ago now — she and the Ilvermorny half-bloods stumbled into the waiting arms of The Order, he was there. Ragged looking, and that smile was gone, but it was him. She’s gone a whole year at Grimmauld Place with saying little more than a few sentences to him when he greets Tatiana. A whole year of freezing and dashing from rooms as soon as he walks in, her heart pounding in her chest. The Second Sight is a confusing force, and she doesn’t know why she sees him in her visions, but one thing is certain: Viktor Krum is the man of her dreams.

8. WRITING SAMPLE: omitted for applicant privacy

#iabaccepted #lsrp #hp rp #hp rpg #hprp