Post by shaggy on Nov 10, 2008 19:05:00 GMT -6
- the basics.
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What would you like us to call you?
Shaggy, please. Or Laina if you'd like it to be more girly.
How old are you?
Sixteen.
How long have you been roleplaying?
Nine years or so? As soon as a discovered how to make poorly constructed sentences and the roleplaying boards on Neo.
Favorite genres:
Uhm, fandoms, modern genres and odd pairings. I occasionally enjoy medieval-ish settings, as well. I only roleplay male on male, too. x.x
Application Number:
Oh, third, maybe. I usually create these.
How did you find us?
Neopets.
Anything else?
Nothing much, sorry. ;__;
- the intro.
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Marauders' Era sample:
“I can’t do your detention today, sir, I’m sorry.” Remus said, his lips were tight and his face was pale. He looked sicker than usual, his eyes seemed unnecessarily gloomy and his hair was limp. He looked altogether bad, unhealthy. He’d had a shower that morning and tried everything not to feel sick, or horrible. One could guess why Remus Jonathan Lupin was ill, however, and he sighed. Earlier that day during class, the boy had made a mistake on his potions. He obviously hated the subject, and he’d spilled the bubbling liquid from his cauldron that he and his partner had worked so hard on. It melted the tables, and the floor. Slughorn magically cleaned it, but was in a very bad mood that afternoon. It was after class now, the fourth period, so Remus was done. Slughorn had taken away points and demanded Remus come to a detention with him that evening to make him clean cauldrons and various vials of things, shelves also. “Really – I can’t, I’m having medical issues and I just can’t make it –”
“You have no such note, Mr. Lupin. If you do not stand in the same spot you’re in now at seven o clock sharp, you’ll be in detention every weekday for the rest of the year with me.” He said angrily, and waved his hand, sending Remus off without a second though of the fact that the full moon was today. Though, he was one of the more unaware teachers of Remus’ symptoms of Lycanthropy. The headmaster, Albus, hadn’t told every single faculty member of Remus condition, and now Remus was choked. Being the student he was, when seven o clock rolled around four houses later, the even sicker looking boy stepped into the class room. He was shaking almost, his arms were crossed and he was trying to keep himself steady. He wasn’t near transformation yet; he had another half an hour before the moon rose completely. He was running late however, he should have been at the Shrieking Shack by now. It was his own stupidity to have not told Albus or Poppy his situation, and now that he thought about it – why didn’t he?
“Sir, I can’t be here. I have to leave. I told you I would come, and here I am, but I won’t serve your detention tonight I’m sorry.” He said, sternly, looking sour. Slughorn apparently didn’t like this ‘attitude’ and pointed towards the cauldrons he had left out of one of the largest tables for Remus. There was a bucket of hot soapy water, and a rag. A scrub-sponge, as well. Remus looked over where the man had pointed and his heart almost broke. Why was he being so unrealistically mean, and why was Remus so… willing to do everything like this? The boy only turned and moved to begin cleaning the cauldrons, and he scrubbed for about twenty minutes before he felt like he was going to collapse. Beginning to gather what little he had brought and cleaning up, he looked at Slughorn at his desk and left the room without anything else to say. The Potions professor stood immediately to follow the Gryffindor, mentally taking points away from Gryffindor. By now, Remus had broken into a rather speedy run for someone who had been about to collapse. His heart was pounding, and he was sweating piggishly. “Remus Lupin!” Slughorn was losing him, as Remus booked it for outside. It was terrible, when stepping quickly up the staircases to get out of the dungeons Remus fell.
Around the corner, the Potions professor began to hear it. The wailing cries coming from the boy who was changing in the stairwell. He hadn’t wanted this to happen. Upon hearing cries that sounded like someone was dying, students from both the dungeons and the above floors came down and up stairs to see what was happening. Remus’ bones were cracking and breaking; his body was stretching and shrinking at the same time. His clothing ripped off (luckily when there wasn’t any boy parts to be seen anymore), and he screamed horribly. His face was still recognisable when students arrived to see, but when fur covered his body and a tail sprouted out, people began to scream and run away. Slughorn was catching up, now, turning the corner while Remus, who was now Moony, turned his bulky head and gave him one of the stupidest looks that the wolf could muster. He was up clumsily on his hind legs and he soon lowered his head and snarled at Slughorn, saliva falling from black pulled back lips. He was drooling simply at the sight of the now cowering professor whom was holding his wand out in defence. “Help! Someone – werewolf! Werewolf on the premises!”
He was yelling and screaming, his wand was shooting spells at the wolf who was now quickly advancing on the man, dodging them by moving zigzagged towards the man. Slughorn wailed, a horrible cry when Moony took his down. Large teeth sunk into the man’s upper arm, and with a crunch he was thrown to the ground and covered in his own blood in no time. He was screaming, and in his mind yelling to himself that he was now a werewolf if he made it out of this alive. The wolf let him loose and Slughorn, with his now broken disorientated arm, crawled away, trying to stand. The wolf stood back and lifted his giant head to the high ceilings and howled something outrageously loud. When he saw Slughorn trying to make an escape, her moved to all four of his legs and came at him, his large mouth clamping onto the man’s thigh and tearing it right apart, taking his leg right off. When he did this, he threw the limp across the corridor by thrashing his head, blood flying and the man screaming still. Finally, the wolf had his final straw with the man’s wails. He lifted up and brought his forepaws down hard on Slughorn’s ribs, crushing them, wolfishly grinning at the sounds of them breaking. The mythological creature seemed to bask in the sounds of the wizard dying. It wasn’t something your average chocolate eating, book worm Remus Lupin would have been thought of to enjoy, however. Finally, the wolf turned his head sideward and took hold of Slughorn’s neck, finally killing the man as he stood up and broke his neck, and threw the remains of his pale, bleeding body with all his might at the wall. More cracks were audible as the man fell to the floor, dead for sure. Faculty came, Albus Dumbledore stood absolutely appalled at the situation, and Remus was shot.
He awoke with a snort, his eyes shot open and he sat rigid in his bed. He was sweating, and half expecting to wake up in a hospital bed. However, he was not. His dream was out of body, and he had viewed himself murder his Potions professor. Remus looked up when his mother entered the room, looking at her shaking, sweating son worriedly. “Remus, it’s five AM, you were screaming.” She said softly as he stared at her, wide-eyed. Slowly advancing into the room, she pulling the covers down from her baby boy and carefully took a look over him. He was healing fast, having the werewolf part in him they did that a lot. Their wounds were gone within a matter of days, usually. Remus never wore a shirt to bed when he was at home, only a pair of pyjama pants (in this case, since it was summer, some boxers). She gently checked over his wounds, the bandaging in his sides were dirty, but the wounds underneath were significantly better than the day before. He’d apparently had a bad time the last full moon, and now he was dreaming of it. As he laid there, he slowly regained from his shock and spoke.
“I just had a terrible dream.” He began, in a soft voice as he pushed his mothers hands away and sat up, moving out of his bed with a limp to retrieve pants, pulling them on. They were sweats. “I had a detention, and I said I couldn’t make it because it was the full moon. But I went anyway because I didn’t tell Dumbledore my problem, and I transformed in the hallway after walking out of my detention. I killed my Potions professor, vividly.” Remus wasn’t so sure he’d be able to look at Slughorn the same way after such a horrible dream. Why would he have something like that occur in hi head? He was never late on his transformation days, in face he was usually an hour or two early, to make sure he wasn’t a threat at all to anyone. Sighing softly and brushing his fingers through his hair, he looked at the clock and moaned. It was five o clock, as he had been told. It was only dim outside, and with a smell grunt, he crawled back into his bed. “I’ll be okay though, I’m going back to sleep. It was just a dream.” With that, Remus’ mother left the room and went about to making a large breakfast for her boy because she knew he would only sleep for another two hours at the most.
When he’d woken up again, he removed every bandage from his body and cleaned his own wounds. At the age of seventeen, he knew how to fix himself up. He showered, careful not to hurt himself as the family dog laid outside waiting for him to come out. It didn’t take him too long to patch himself up again when he dried off. Magically drying his hair, he brushed it, his teeth and washed his face. Opening the door, his dog greeted him with a wag of it’s tail. She seemed frisky that morning, and jumping up with her front paws on Remus’ stomach (much to his dismay, and the dog earned a wince from him) he pat her behind the ear anyway and made his way down his rickety staircase. He brushed off his mother’s meal that she’d prepared and she sighed. Waving her son off as he apparated, she enjoyed the dinner with her husband and gave Remus’ share to the dog who was obviously well spoiled.
Remus apparated right in front of the Leaky Cauldron and it was about nine AM now. He’d had plans to take what little money his mum and father had offered him and buy books for a while now. Hearing that Hestia was staying in the Leaky Cauldron, and that Lily was going to be here today, he figured it was the best time to go. Blinking and stepping into the building, he saw wizards and witches everywhere. Some he knew, some he didn’t. The ones who knew him waved, and he waved in return. With a small sigh, the boy did nothing else but simply pass through to the back door. The small area surrounded by brick walls, with two rubbish bins in the corner. Looking at the bricks, Remus pulled his wand from his pocket and tapped in the appropriate order. The walls began to shift, and slowly the bricks began to roll away into one another, creating a hole revealing the magical world. The hole got larger and larger until it was a magnificent archway. It seemed that Diagon Alley was busy today, as far as Remus could see, a lot of people to busy shopping, and many students were present purchasing their school stuff. It was easy to tell who the new students to Hogwarts would be this year as he stepped into the main street, they were short and wide-eyed, following their parents or guardians very closely, always doing a shoulder-check.
Today Remus Lupin didn’t look half bad as he strode down the streets of Diagon Alley, looking around for Lily who was supposed to be around somewhere, probably hidden in a group of her friends. Perhaps Sirius, Peter or James would show up today, as well. The boy’s hair had turned out all right, shiny and colourful in it’s own natural way. Remus’ eyes looked tired, but cheerful nonetheless and his clothing wasn’t too shabby. He was wearing a T-shirt today, as it was absolutely too hot to wear anything more. His arms were scarred, and he was worried about someone seeing them. He wasn’t a cutter or anything miserable like that, so he really didn’t want people thinking it. Brushing his hand over the side that was bandaged he realised it hurt to touch and stuck his hands into his pockets. His jeans were a little too big, and hung dangerous low on his skinny hips. His boxers were there, and thankfully the right size, to keep anything unwanted from being seen though. At least Remus thought he overall, looked good today. Now he just needed James, Peter and Sirius to make him look even better. Maybe not Peter, but you know, Remus was thinking a little bit too kindly there.
The sun was shining brightly that morning, and Remus sighed contently. It was nice. People were enjoying meals outside of shops and little wizarding cafes at small round tables with two or three seats. Summer was exciting, and Remus just kind of wanted to go swimming. He hadn’t done it once that year; he’d rather keep his clothing on. Poor thing. Quietly stepping towards the ice cream shop, the werewolf blinked and entered, getting himself an ice cream before exiting and taking a seat at one of the free tables outside, waiting for Lily, Hestia, or anyone to come now.