So female 3 would be a quirky but smart guy that's been turned into a girl right?
If so I am down for this :)
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Felix's gaze followed the woman as she sashayed away down the carriage. His puzzled expression in part from the bizarre interview but also as to how Mrs Raspberry could afford so many different pairs of Louis Vuittons, her soles flashing the tell tale scarlet. He smiled at the glamorousness of the generally unseen administrator as he turned back to the almost empty compartment. He leant over to his only companion and scratched behind her ear, eliciting a positive purr in response. Felix grinned as his tabby made an expression of sheer satisfaction before curling back up as his hand withdrew from a noise outside.
He looked up to see the Slytherin prefects about to enter his compartment. Wand beside him, it was quickly within his palm and pointed at the door as he gasped quickly, "Colloportus". As the prefect turned the handle it stuck fast and the prefects noticed Felix sat inside. They gave him a quick apologetic smile and then a sneering glance at one another before moving further down the carriage. He sighed in relief as he realised that he'd been holding his breath. They had been two of the bullies he'd experienced in his lower years before becoming masterful at charms and transfiguration. Whilst no one messed with him now, those two Slytherins were the best potions student and duellist in the year. But here on the train with him in a compartment and both fifth and seventh year prefects also around they wouldn't try anything. Felix stretched his legs out over to the other bench, glad for the plush cushions and more spacious cabins in the prefect carriage.
Numerous other prefects passed his compartment and he conversed with a couple (after remembering to unlock his door) but his two closest friends still hadn't arrived. Where the hell are they? He cast another glance down the passage before ducking back inside to count his change for when the Honeydukes Express trundled passed. He thought over their friendships and mused as he stared at the mass of emotional parents outside. How on earth had the three of them ended up so close? Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw prefects and a Slytherin centaur?! No one could have predicted it. Kjolmar he could kind of understand. They were practically the same person, but once they'd realised this they had become competitors. Kjolmar far exceeding him in DADA and any duel as well as becoming a star on the Quidditch team. Felix in return excelled at the more intricate and practical spells of transfiguration and charm respectively as well as taking more subjects than the Ravenclaw just to rub his hard work in. Then suddenly in fourth year it had changed. They had ended up as lab partners in potions. Neither really liking the subject but appreciating its value in the job market they suddenly stuck up a strong studying and working partnership that soon slipped into friendship, much to the surprise of their other friends. They'd head enough criticism from one to the other over the previous three years. Felix had found Kjolmar stuck up and selfish and in return Felix was a swot and a wimp. By the end of the year, bygones were bygones and they were close friends and successful potion makers.
Then how did a Slytherin centaur get thrown into the mix? During the same year Kjolmar turned around in Felix's eyes the previously avoided and shunned centaur student had also popped up on Felix's radar. Having downright failed at Divination he was curious to learn of her incredible skill especially considering she was apparently the same standard as him in some other subjects including Ancient Runes and Astronomy, which they took together, she a natural at the latter. Finally in History of Magic, he struck up the courage to approach the centaur when the other Slytherin cronies had left the classroom. Particularly week in the subject he started with a compliment, "How do you remember all those dates? You can probably see I'm struggling already." Expecting a tart reply he was suprised when he knew who he was. He beamed at the mention of his father, a Ministry of Magic member who had successfully campaigned for centaur and merpeople rights after leading up the Centaur Liason Office. Of course she had heard of him she was only the second centaur to ever enrol in Hogwarts, still pioneering for her species. From there they chatted more and found that they had a lot in common through their interest in the outdoors and his connection to the centaur community. So there you had it. Two years on and here they all were. Or weren't as the case currently was.
Felix turned to grab his drink when the door to the compartment was flung open and a tanned blonde Ravenclaw dived on him for a hug. He embraced Kjolmar in a bear hug and smiled in return as his best friend sat down beside him. "It is so good to see you! I can't believe mother didn't let me see anyone all summer!" Felix laughed, "You too! I can't believe she still does that! We start N.E.W.T.s this year, she needs to let go of her baby!" He reached out to pet Kjolmar's cheek in jest, swallowing deeply and feeling his mouth gone dry as his gaze met those dreamy eyes. Maybe this year he'd admit his crush. Or maybe not.
He looked up to see the Slytherin prefects about to enter his compartment. Wand beside him, it was quickly within his palm and pointed at the door as he gasped quickly, "Colloportus". As the prefect turned the handle it stuck fast and the prefects noticed Felix sat inside. They gave him a quick apologetic smile and then a sneering glance at one another before moving further down the carriage. He sighed in relief as he realised that he'd been holding his breath. They had been two of the bullies he'd experienced in his lower years before becoming masterful at charms and transfiguration. Whilst no one messed with him now, those two Slytherins were the best potions student and duellist in the year. But here on the train with him in a compartment and both fifth and seventh year prefects also around they wouldn't try anything. Felix stretched his legs out over to the other bench, glad for the plush cushions and more spacious cabins in the prefect carriage.
Numerous other prefects passed his compartment and he conversed with a couple (after remembering to unlock his door) but his two closest friends still hadn't arrived. Where the hell are they? He cast another glance down the passage before ducking back inside to count his change for when the Honeydukes Express trundled passed. He thought over their friendships and mused as he stared at the mass of emotional parents outside. How on earth had the three of them ended up so close? Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw prefects and a Slytherin centaur?! No one could have predicted it. Kjolmar he could kind of understand. They were practically the same person, but once they'd realised this they had become competitors. Kjolmar far exceeding him in DADA and any duel as well as becoming a star on the Quidditch team. Felix in return excelled at the more intricate and practical spells of transfiguration and charm respectively as well as taking more subjects than the Ravenclaw just to rub his hard work in. Then suddenly in fourth year it had changed. They had ended up as lab partners in potions. Neither really liking the subject but appreciating its value in the job market they suddenly stuck up a strong studying and working partnership that soon slipped into friendship, much to the surprise of their other friends. They'd head enough criticism from one to the other over the previous three years. Felix had found Kjolmar stuck up and selfish and in return Felix was a swot and a wimp. By the end of the year, bygones were bygones and they were close friends and successful potion makers.
Then how did a Slytherin centaur get thrown into the mix? During the same year Kjolmar turned around in Felix's eyes the previously avoided and shunned centaur student had also popped up on Felix's radar. Having downright failed at Divination he was curious to learn of her incredible skill especially considering she was apparently the same standard as him in some other subjects including Ancient Runes and Astronomy, which they took together, she a natural at the latter. Finally in History of Magic, he struck up the courage to approach the centaur when the other Slytherin cronies had left the classroom. Particularly week in the subject he started with a compliment, "How do you remember all those dates? You can probably see I'm struggling already." Expecting a tart reply he was suprised when he knew who he was. He beamed at the mention of his father, a Ministry of Magic member who had successfully campaigned for centaur and merpeople rights after leading up the Centaur Liason Office. Of course she had heard of him she was only the second centaur to ever enrol in Hogwarts, still pioneering for her species. From there they chatted more and found that they had a lot in common through their interest in the outdoors and his connection to the centaur community. So there you had it. Two years on and here they all were. Or weren't as the case currently was.
Felix turned to grab his drink when the door to the compartment was flung open and a tanned blonde Ravenclaw dived on him for a hug. He embraced Kjolmar in a bear hug and smiled in return as his best friend sat down beside him. "It is so good to see you! I can't believe mother didn't let me see anyone all summer!" Felix laughed, "You too! I can't believe she still does that! We start N.E.W.T.s this year, she needs to let go of her baby!" He reached out to pet Kjolmar's cheek in jest, swallowing deeply and feeling his mouth gone dry as his gaze met those dreamy eyes. Maybe this year he'd admit his crush. Or maybe not.
"What is your full name?"
"Felix Christopher Bellwood."
"How do you look?"
"Erm... Like this?" *Notices Quick-Quote Quill hovering nearby* Oh right, I'm 6' 2", brown hair, average build with brown eyes. I like to stay fashionable and in shape by swimming. And apparently have a nice smile."
"Describe your personality. Be honest, I will be able to tell if you lie to me."
"Oo ok. Erm... Well I like to think I'm a nice guy. I believe in fair play, honesty and am always there to help out my friends or any student in fact. Probably the reason I'm a prefect. Oh except maybe a few of the Slytherins. Oh no, don't write that down! Anyway I am loyal to my closest friends and am very sociable but also focused on my studies, I'm very conscientious about making the most of my education.
"What house are you in? Do you feel you belong in this house?"
"Well my previous answer might be a clue. I'm in Hufflepuff but was sure I was going to be in Ravenclaw. But the sorting hat spoke about intelligence belonging in any house whereas my heart showed the honesty and compassion of a Hufflepuff. So there you have it. I'm a badger."
"How is your O.W.L. and/or N.E.W.T. progress going? In other words, which classes do you specialize in?
"Well.. for my O.W.L.s I got Outstanding in Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Exceeds expectations in Potions, Ancient Runes and Astronomy. And Acceptable in History of Magic and Arithmancy. Yeah I worked hard. This year I'm starting N.E.W.T.s in Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures and Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"Do you play in Quidditch?"
"God no! Too must risk and I don't have quick enough reaction speeds!"
"What does your Patronus look like?"
"My patronus is a puffin. It's adorable! And fully formed I might add, not many others in my year can say that."
"Do you have a pet that stays with you?"
"I have a tabby cat called Minny. She's named after the Headmistress who is one of my idols, her animagus form is a tabby cat."
"What are your most used spells?"
"Oppugno. NO! Avis. Or...Cantis. Although I do do a good Cheering charm and Colovaria....Glacius... No Protego. Protego Maxima. I'm best at my shields."
"Felix Christopher Bellwood."
"How do you look?"
"Erm... Like this?" *Notices Quick-Quote Quill hovering nearby* Oh right, I'm 6' 2", brown hair, average build with brown eyes. I like to stay fashionable and in shape by swimming. And apparently have a nice smile."
"Describe your personality. Be honest, I will be able to tell if you lie to me."
"Oo ok. Erm... Well I like to think I'm a nice guy. I believe in fair play, honesty and am always there to help out my friends or any student in fact. Probably the reason I'm a prefect. Oh except maybe a few of the Slytherins. Oh no, don't write that down! Anyway I am loyal to my closest friends and am very sociable but also focused on my studies, I'm very conscientious about making the most of my education.
"What house are you in? Do you feel you belong in this house?"
"Well my previous answer might be a clue. I'm in Hufflepuff but was sure I was going to be in Ravenclaw. But the sorting hat spoke about intelligence belonging in any house whereas my heart showed the honesty and compassion of a Hufflepuff. So there you have it. I'm a badger."
"How is your O.W.L. and/or N.E.W.T. progress going? In other words, which classes do you specialize in?
"Well.. for my O.W.L.s I got Outstanding in Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Exceeds expectations in Potions, Ancient Runes and Astronomy. And Acceptable in History of Magic and Arithmancy. Yeah I worked hard. This year I'm starting N.E.W.T.s in Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures and Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"Do you play in Quidditch?"
"God no! Too must risk and I don't have quick enough reaction speeds!"
"What does your Patronus look like?"
"My patronus is a puffin. It's adorable! And fully formed I might add, not many others in my year can say that."
"Do you have a pet that stays with you?"
"I have a tabby cat called Minny. She's named after the Headmistress who is one of my idols, her animagus form is a tabby cat."
"What are your most used spells?"
"Oppugno. NO! Avis. Or...Cantis. Although I do do a good Cheering charm and Colovaria....Glacius... No Protego. Protego Maxima. I'm best at my shields."
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12 yrs ago
Forum: General Interest Checks
SO up for this!
Anyway to link the list of CSs on the first page? So I know what kind of characters are taken without trawling through 13 pages?
HUGELY WIP
Name/Titles: Iclipsos
Gender: Male
Patronage: Winter, Cold
Parentage: (You can say things like "the sky" with a straight face here. Joy. Joy too. You can come sprung fully grown out of dad's skull. You can be descended of a goose and your mom, who clearly didn't have high standards.)
Pantheon/Affiliation: Deity, Ex-deity or powerful being seeking apotheosis.
Appearance: Include all manifestations, including lecherous geese.
Centres of Worship/Places of Power:
Example: Athens and Athena, the Oracle of Delphi and Apollo, Achilles, descended of a river nymph...so on and so forth. A deity may be a patron of a city or a kingdom, but I am going to say that deities cannot control the free will of mortals, that's what makes them so irritating, and thus while able to influence events in these places, they will not have absolute power over them. There is a give and take between such worshipers and their deities, too, as the patron is expected to do things for their patronage.
Servants, Prominent Followers and Worship Base:
I'm looking for an idea of what sort of people follow your deity and an idea of what sort of spirits/beings might be their servants, through which they make their wills be known. Prominent worshipers would mean prophets, kings and otherwise important mortals that are loyal to your deity. This can, of course, include playwrights, poets, singers and so forth...be creative. Worship base are the normal everyday people of various trades, tribes, nationalities and so forth who might find your god to be their patron/matron.
Psychology:
What is pleasing to them and what drives them mad will do; even the more benevolent deities ought to have their egomaniacal and selfish side.
History:
An explanation of from whence the deity came and what befell them in various events. It's not a bad idea to cooperate with other players on this and expand as you see fit.
Relationships:
Loves, hates, lusts, crushes, affairs, rapes, incests, zoophilia incidents with shepherd girls (always a Jovian favorite) and the like. Oh, and mere alliances and rivalries, as well. Probably fueled by the above.
Name/Titles: Iclipsos
Gender: Male
Patronage: Winter, Cold
Parentage: (You can say things like "the sky" with a straight face here. Joy. Joy too. You can come sprung fully grown out of dad's skull. You can be descended of a goose and your mom, who clearly didn't have high standards.)
Pantheon/Affiliation: Deity, Ex-deity or powerful being seeking apotheosis.
Appearance: Include all manifestations, including lecherous geese.
Centres of Worship/Places of Power:
Example: Athens and Athena, the Oracle of Delphi and Apollo, Achilles, descended of a river nymph...so on and so forth. A deity may be a patron of a city or a kingdom, but I am going to say that deities cannot control the free will of mortals, that's what makes them so irritating, and thus while able to influence events in these places, they will not have absolute power over them. There is a give and take between such worshipers and their deities, too, as the patron is expected to do things for their patronage.
Servants, Prominent Followers and Worship Base:
I'm looking for an idea of what sort of people follow your deity and an idea of what sort of spirits/beings might be their servants, through which they make their wills be known. Prominent worshipers would mean prophets, kings and otherwise important mortals that are loyal to your deity. This can, of course, include playwrights, poets, singers and so forth...be creative. Worship base are the normal everyday people of various trades, tribes, nationalities and so forth who might find your god to be their patron/matron.
Psychology:
What is pleasing to them and what drives them mad will do; even the more benevolent deities ought to have their egomaniacal and selfish side.
History:
An explanation of from whence the deity came and what befell them in various events. It's not a bad idea to cooperate with other players on this and expand as you see fit.
Relationships:
Loves, hates, lusts, crushes, affairs, rapes, incests, zoophilia incidents with shepherd girls (always a Jovian favorite) and the like. Oh, and mere alliances and rivalries, as well. Probably fueled by the above.
So up for this. Especially in advanced x
YAY BENDERS! I mean Bending... erm... Just YAY!
And Tulu despite being a calm intelligent man is most definitely free with his swear words so Sepa might struggle :P
And Tulu despite being a calm intelligent man is most definitely free with his swear words so Sepa might struggle :P
Hope that's ok gang
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Tulu had received orders to start observing any low level criminals that operated in the vicinity of the hospital. Whilst he would not look out of place walking in the surrounding neighbourhood, he most definitely would be suspicious doing anything but moving, whether that be standing, waiting, spying, lurking... This was not what he signed up for. He signed up because his grandmother had taught him the ways of healing very well and with her passing he had found himself offered her place amongst the White Lotus membership. He was to help with political information, advise on matters of waterbending within Republic City and be one of a handful of healing experts. Now he was spying on a couple of muggers. How he had fallen.
He shifted the hood of his cloak as he sat on a fire escape the opposite side of the road. He made the surface of a puddle two storeys below ripple in agitation as he saw the shadow figures stiffen. Then he saw her. NO! He had to intervene. He couldn't let her get hurt. But his orders were to only observe. If he was to go out in the open his cover would be blown and suddenly he'd be a target for the local mob. No one would want a nosey waterbender in a respected medical position. He clenched his fists as the shadowy figures rounded on his friend. He closed his eyes.
They flung open to the sound of rushing water and the pleas of the two criminals as they were thrown around by a rogue wave of sewer water. Only it wasn't rogue. It was being controlled. She has finally realised her natural ability, Tulu grinned. An expression that was quickly dissolved when the harsh artificial light of a nearby street lamp glinted off the metal headpiece she grasped in her hands. That fucking device he muttered, to no one in particular. He sullenly pulled himself to his feet and prepared himself to run shocked and disbelieving to her aid when none other than a bloody air bender drops down beside her and engages in conversation.
Tulu groaned knowing what he'd have to do to get decent information. The sewage grate beside him was eased out of place by a rising column of water that quickly parted to allow him access. Arms and hands dancing in precise flowing movements, Tulu crept underneath the street on the verge of gagging as the waste water flowed around his body.
Then he heard the voices... Of course she's a waterbender. And of course he's an air bender. Sometimes he had to wonder how people functioned at a lower intelligence. Then a turd floated past his foot and he could only sigh.
He shifted the hood of his cloak as he sat on a fire escape the opposite side of the road. He made the surface of a puddle two storeys below ripple in agitation as he saw the shadow figures stiffen. Then he saw her. NO! He had to intervene. He couldn't let her get hurt. But his orders were to only observe. If he was to go out in the open his cover would be blown and suddenly he'd be a target for the local mob. No one would want a nosey waterbender in a respected medical position. He clenched his fists as the shadowy figures rounded on his friend. He closed his eyes.
They flung open to the sound of rushing water and the pleas of the two criminals as they were thrown around by a rogue wave of sewer water. Only it wasn't rogue. It was being controlled. She has finally realised her natural ability, Tulu grinned. An expression that was quickly dissolved when the harsh artificial light of a nearby street lamp glinted off the metal headpiece she grasped in her hands. That fucking device he muttered, to no one in particular. He sullenly pulled himself to his feet and prepared himself to run shocked and disbelieving to her aid when none other than a bloody air bender drops down beside her and engages in conversation.
Tulu groaned knowing what he'd have to do to get decent information. The sewage grate beside him was eased out of place by a rising column of water that quickly parted to allow him access. Arms and hands dancing in precise flowing movements, Tulu crept underneath the street on the verge of gagging as the waste water flowed around his body.
Then he heard the voices... Of course she's a waterbender. And of course he's an air bender. Sometimes he had to wonder how people functioned at a lower intelligence. Then a turd floated past his foot and he could only sigh.
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