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If it wouldn't be to much trouble for you.
Isabell “Belle” Ashcroft
Twenty | Half Blood | Occupation: Artist |Patronus: Butterfly| Boggart: Spider
History:
« Born into a simple Half Blood family, Isabelle flew under the radar. She was sent to an American school rather than the traditional Hogwarts, where both of her parents received their schooling. She was a fairly average studied in her school work but it was outside of school where she found her passion.
« Shortly before the outbreak of the persecutions of muggle Borns, her family took in three of the muggle Born folk in their small community. It was during this time that Isabelle returned home for a short while. She returned to her schooling a few months after, when her parents were fully able to provide protection for the wanted muggle born people.
« Isabelle continued her schooling and graduated as an average student. She loved to learn but an environment like school did not mix well as they had their own teaching plans.
« After graduation, and when the war ended, she returned to Europe and set up a small studio creating magical portraits. She painted new portraits for Hogwarts to replace the damaged ones.
Family:
« Parents:
-Michael Ashcroft, 44
Grace Ashcroft, 40
« Siblings:
-Lucas Ashcroft, age 16
-Hailey Ashcroft, age 13
Facts:
« She does not like the nickname Izzy. She will firmly tell people that the first time they make the mistake.
« Isabelle has never had a serious boyfriend, as in school she was “one of the boys” and now at the age of twenty she regrets the title, as she has never had her first kiss yet.
« She was hired to paint a portrait of the departed Weasley boy for the family.
« If she would have not gone on to be an artist she would have loved to have a career in music.
« Her studio is located in London, although she has several other studios in Scotland (where her parents moved to), and America (where she spends half of the year)
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Also I shall be playing…George Weasley
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I agree.
I can understand someone wanting the gender behind the screen to match the gender on the screen but you miss out on so many opportunities if you limit yourself to what gender you prefer your partner is.
Nyaonukusu said
I think I'm just going to voice my personal experiences since other people seem to have made all the important points and I don't really want to repeat things.Anyways, I'm a female but I'm able to play both genders. I try to balance out my female/male roleplays because when I do that I find that it's easier for me to distinguish different characters and personalities than if all my characters were, let's say, female.Even when playing a female character in a somewhat-romantic roleplay involving another male character, I personally do not find it odd if the person who plays the male character is a female. Likewise for if I were playing a male character with a female.I think maybe it's because I use quite a bit of male characters that I just grew to distinguish the characters from myself. Even with female characters, I never, ever see myself in them.
I agree.
I can understand someone wanting the gender behind the screen to match the gender on the screen but you miss out on so many opportunities if you limit yourself to what gender you prefer your partner is.
Okay.
"My name means Black Smoking Mirror." Yayauhqui said with a shrug of her shoulders, "My mom is an Archaeologist who is nuts for the Aztec culture--specifically for the religion. I guess that all of our names reflect something that our parents couldn't pin point." Yayauhqui gave a slight smile, "I'm going to find my dorm, you guys wanna meet back out here?" she asked.
The buildings that surrounded them formed a semi-circle, each building was a different shade of gray stone that matched a cold winter's day. The upper level windows were smaller than the ones on the ground and second levels; those were obviously meant for the children of the Gods while the ones up higher were for those who descended from other beings. The dormitory that Yayauhqui was to call home was slightly smaller than the others, it was still imposing but not terribly so like the dorms labeled "Europe" and "Asia"--she noticed that there was a distinct difference in the dorm that Raven was going to live in. It had a dark presence that fit it's name "Underworld" perfectly. It seemed that the gods of the Underworld of all religions lived there. Probably because they were very different than the rest of the students.
All of the buildings conformed to the Victorian style of building. On the dorm labeled "Americas" there were two balconies--one to each floor. The lower level balcony was larger and much more grand than the upper level one. It wrapped around the circular portion of the building and wound it's way around to the other side. It resembled a castle more than anything else she could think of. The spires matched those of the other dorms but a flag waved from the very top of the building. Down below she couldn't tell what it had on it but she could see the color of a plain, earthy brown.
Entering the dorm, she noticed that the door had been carved with a shallow relief of a small map of the Americas: North and South. Each dorm had these strictly for decorative purposes and nothing more.
Jan nodded before the girl left, he'd meet her out here again. Taking his leave to his new home, the boy smiled and said goodbye to the others before jogging to the large dormitory. The blond teen ran a hand through his hair before studying the building before him. They all looked like large Victorian styled homes made of stone, he guessed it was due to the taste of the headmaster rather than some other reason. His dorm was a lighter shade of gray that the others and it had vines of a large plant running up the sides and across the panes of windows. Like the others it was far larger than the average Victorian styled home, extending back father than it did in height. The rooms along the bottom portion were larger than the ones up closer to the top. It was segregation. He felt odd about this ordeal but he couldn't speak of it because that simply could have been a design.
The words of the dark haired girl ran circles in his mind: the gods of religions usually were more important than the other beings.
Jan pushed his dizzying thoughts aside as he entered the large house. His finger tips lightly grazed over the map on the door. To his surprise the inside of the dormitory far different from the outside. Everything held an Asian flare. It was done simply and beautifully. The students inside glanced at Jan and he noticed several with the tails and ears of foxes or some other mammal. They bore a striking resemblance to his reflection earlier as well.
"Hello." He said awkwardly, his eyes became transfixed onto the floor.
Some of them smiled and waved back, offering hellos while others simply ignored his presence in the room all together.
The buildings that surrounded them formed a semi-circle, each building was a different shade of gray stone that matched a cold winter's day. The upper level windows were smaller than the ones on the ground and second levels; those were obviously meant for the children of the Gods while the ones up higher were for those who descended from other beings. The dormitory that Yayauhqui was to call home was slightly smaller than the others, it was still imposing but not terribly so like the dorms labeled "Europe" and "Asia"--she noticed that there was a distinct difference in the dorm that Raven was going to live in. It had a dark presence that fit it's name "Underworld" perfectly. It seemed that the gods of the Underworld of all religions lived there. Probably because they were very different than the rest of the students.
All of the buildings conformed to the Victorian style of building. On the dorm labeled "Americas" there were two balconies--one to each floor. The lower level balcony was larger and much more grand than the upper level one. It wrapped around the circular portion of the building and wound it's way around to the other side. It resembled a castle more than anything else she could think of. The spires matched those of the other dorms but a flag waved from the very top of the building. Down below she couldn't tell what it had on it but she could see the color of a plain, earthy brown.
Entering the dorm, she noticed that the door had been carved with a shallow relief of a small map of the Americas: North and South. Each dorm had these strictly for decorative purposes and nothing more.
Jan nodded before the girl left, he'd meet her out here again. Taking his leave to his new home, the boy smiled and said goodbye to the others before jogging to the large dormitory. The blond teen ran a hand through his hair before studying the building before him. They all looked like large Victorian styled homes made of stone, he guessed it was due to the taste of the headmaster rather than some other reason. His dorm was a lighter shade of gray that the others and it had vines of a large plant running up the sides and across the panes of windows. Like the others it was far larger than the average Victorian styled home, extending back father than it did in height. The rooms along the bottom portion were larger than the ones up closer to the top. It was segregation. He felt odd about this ordeal but he couldn't speak of it because that simply could have been a design.
The words of the dark haired girl ran circles in his mind: the gods of religions usually were more important than the other beings.
Jan pushed his dizzying thoughts aside as he entered the large house. His finger tips lightly grazed over the map on the door. To his surprise the inside of the dormitory far different from the outside. Everything held an Asian flare. It was done simply and beautifully. The students inside glanced at Jan and he noticed several with the tails and ears of foxes or some other mammal. They bore a striking resemblance to his reflection earlier as well.
"Hello." He said awkwardly, his eyes became transfixed onto the floor.
Some of them smiled and waved back, offering hellos while others simply ignored his presence in the room all together.
I will have a reply up soon :)
UPDATE:
Fantasy:
I normally don’t go for fantasy but I’ve been wanting to do something fantasy based for a while now.
Fantasy:
I normally don’t go for fantasy but I’ve been wanting to do something fantasy based for a while now.
I've been a bit stressed and I've fallen behind in my roleplays but I will try to get a reply up soon :)
Their plan was simple: find anything of value. Food, clothes, or even toys and books for the children. Clark was a good leader, he was more self-sacrificing than many would believe with his heavily tattooed appearance and “I don’t take no shit” attitude. He was also incredibly stubborn about “leaving people behind”. Clark didn’t see why one injured man was thought of as a burden to others. Yes there was no way medicines from three years ago could help as many had been stolen from shops and stores. Some burned them, others overdosed or quickly grew a habit of pill-popping. Brushing blond strands from his eyes he surveyed the area as they walked down a narrowly constructed bridge to keep them from the water that separated their tiny island home from what remained of Brooklyn. The water wasn’t deep but with this unusually cold weather they couldn’t take any chances.
One by one they stepped across the bridge, Clark went first to aid Harriet when it was her time to cross. Vanessa followed soon after as she was followed by Jack. Matt stayed behind to make sure that the others would make it across safely, and no one would argue that the man was able to spot danger before they could. There once was a major road that linked their home to the rest of the city, in fact there had been several, but they were either underwater now or had been destroyed. They had crossed over what used to be the bay of the island before it had come closer inland and narrowed. Once on the other side they were able to follow the rest of the road that had been built on the island. The road was cracked in many places as nature had reclaimed the open pockets within the cracks.
As they walked Clark conversed with Harriet about the weather, “It’s getting warmer,” he commented quietly to the woman. She nodded silently as they continued on, stopping so she could take a break and so they could go over their plan once more. It would take them a few hours to walk to the boarder of their tiny and safe home but they had plenty of the day to waist away. Vanessa hummed lightly as Jack and Matt talked about football—a sport that they both loved. “What are you humming about?” Matt asked as he glanced at the girl.
“Just thinking about the weather is all, it’s getting better.” Vanessa said before falling back to talk with Katie and Wyatt. “How are you two today?” she asked curiously.
Clark smiled as Harriet began telling him of the dream that she had last night. The way that she talked about it was enough to make anyone smile. Glancing over his shoulder at the rest of the group the man found himself enjoying all of them. They were grouped together the most, Clark and the others. They all seemed to get along rather well too, and it was often on these little adventures that they all grew closer.
About a half an hour later they arrived at the very edge of their home. It was marked by a small stack of rocks that had been found along the shorelines. It was here that another bridge had been built. Most of it was really just pieces of wood tied together as it floated onto of the water. They would get wet and it would be horrible as they would have to keep moving with heavy clothes on but they would stop to dry when they would get the chance. Clark went first, he was careful about picking his way across the wood and other items like car tires and even small sheets of metal. His up to his knees was wet but he shrugged off his worries as he watched Harriet pick her way through the maze of objects of the crude bridge. This time Matt went before Vanessa since his eyes were more of a use here than anywhere else. Vanessa quietly clutched her knife as she picked her way through everything. On their side of the tiny bridge the ropes had been secured into the ground with metal scraps or it had been simply tied around rocks that they had buried into the ground at shallow angles. In a way she guessed that the bridge would make it hard for them to be attacked. It almost seemed like an art to get across without sinking entirely…or falling off and into the water.
Once everyone else was across, Clark sighed. “Alright. Augustus wants us to go in farther than we had before. This gives us the possibility of more danger. Matt you be our scout, Harriet you stay with Van and Katie, Jack and Wyatt I want you two to guard them. I’ll take the back.” Clark said.
They never kept the same positions in the group, it was a constant changing among them to best use all of their skills. Clark by no means was a weak man. His well-muscled body had been accustomed to lifting heavy objects and well he prided himself at one time on his strength. Back in the village they never had a day of doing nothing. Fishing and picking up rocks to use for building had kept him toned but not like before the outbreak. There were times that he had been the scout, although he was not as fast as he wished himself to be. Other times he had scavenged but today he would be the sentry. His job was simple: Guard everyone from the dangers presented by other humans and animals.
Jack and Wyatt would guard the scavengers from other dangers where Clark could not.
Vanessa glanced over at Clark, noticing that his knuckles were white as he clutched the heavy club that he carried. Everyone was nervous about moving further than they had before. Twenty minutes later they were closer to what used to hold civilization. The buildings were crumbling. Windows were a rarity now and few buildings had them. One in particular was to be their rest stop. It had been an old warehouse or something, no one was for sure. It was large and square in structure. They sat outside, warming themselves in the sun but once Harriet began to shiver they moved into the building. Part of the roof had collapsed, making the space inside much smaller than it appeared to be but this was the safest place they could find. Clark had a few things for a fire—a tiny bundle of matches that were sealed inside of an old camera roll canister. They had found the small black tube on their last journey into the ruins of the large city. The matches had been a blessing and admittedly they had a celebration in honor of finding them. Something once regarded as insignificant now held so much importance to them.
Vanessa and Jack found scraps that they could use to create a fire for the woman as Matt hugged her close. She was the oldest in their scavenging group and there was always a fear that she would die on such a trip because of her age. The fire was small, if it could be held then it would fit into one of the men’s hands. Harriet was the first to be warmed by its red and orange flames. Her shivering hadn’t stopped but it was getting better. Matt and Clark went outside to look around for anything of use as the others warmed themselves up. Vanessa followed soon after.
“Cj,” she called to the blond man. Rarely did anyone aside from Augustus and Harriet call the man by his first name. “I’m worried about Harriet.” She stated, “Maybe one of us should stay here with her—“
Clark sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Van…you know that can’t happen. We need all of the help we can get.”
“But she’s still shivering. I just worry, you know…that one of us won’t make it back. I’ll stay with her. We can look around in the buildings that we haven’t here and I’m sure we can find something.”
Clark nodded, “I’ll think about it. I can’t promise that it’ll happen.”
Matt was quietly listening to them talk. Clark was right, they needed everyone but Vanessa rose a valid point. Harriet was too cold to go . “Matt come back inside.” Clark asked. Vanessa and Matt followed him back inside where he approached the fire and warmed his hands. Although the sun was out there was a slight breeze that brought coldness. His fingers had begun to grow stiff.
“It has been brought to my attention that Harriet is in no condition to continue and Vanessa wishes to stay with her. Was their anyone else who wanted to stay or do any of you have a different idea?” Clark asked.
Harriet smiled at Vanessa and gently gripped one of her hands. “Thank you,” she mouthed as she looked around the group, waiting to hear their thoughts.
One by one they stepped across the bridge, Clark went first to aid Harriet when it was her time to cross. Vanessa followed soon after as she was followed by Jack. Matt stayed behind to make sure that the others would make it across safely, and no one would argue that the man was able to spot danger before they could. There once was a major road that linked their home to the rest of the city, in fact there had been several, but they were either underwater now or had been destroyed. They had crossed over what used to be the bay of the island before it had come closer inland and narrowed. Once on the other side they were able to follow the rest of the road that had been built on the island. The road was cracked in many places as nature had reclaimed the open pockets within the cracks.
As they walked Clark conversed with Harriet about the weather, “It’s getting warmer,” he commented quietly to the woman. She nodded silently as they continued on, stopping so she could take a break and so they could go over their plan once more. It would take them a few hours to walk to the boarder of their tiny and safe home but they had plenty of the day to waist away. Vanessa hummed lightly as Jack and Matt talked about football—a sport that they both loved. “What are you humming about?” Matt asked as he glanced at the girl.
“Just thinking about the weather is all, it’s getting better.” Vanessa said before falling back to talk with Katie and Wyatt. “How are you two today?” she asked curiously.
Clark smiled as Harriet began telling him of the dream that she had last night. The way that she talked about it was enough to make anyone smile. Glancing over his shoulder at the rest of the group the man found himself enjoying all of them. They were grouped together the most, Clark and the others. They all seemed to get along rather well too, and it was often on these little adventures that they all grew closer.
About a half an hour later they arrived at the very edge of their home. It was marked by a small stack of rocks that had been found along the shorelines. It was here that another bridge had been built. Most of it was really just pieces of wood tied together as it floated onto of the water. They would get wet and it would be horrible as they would have to keep moving with heavy clothes on but they would stop to dry when they would get the chance. Clark went first, he was careful about picking his way across the wood and other items like car tires and even small sheets of metal. His up to his knees was wet but he shrugged off his worries as he watched Harriet pick her way through the maze of objects of the crude bridge. This time Matt went before Vanessa since his eyes were more of a use here than anywhere else. Vanessa quietly clutched her knife as she picked her way through everything. On their side of the tiny bridge the ropes had been secured into the ground with metal scraps or it had been simply tied around rocks that they had buried into the ground at shallow angles. In a way she guessed that the bridge would make it hard for them to be attacked. It almost seemed like an art to get across without sinking entirely…or falling off and into the water.
Once everyone else was across, Clark sighed. “Alright. Augustus wants us to go in farther than we had before. This gives us the possibility of more danger. Matt you be our scout, Harriet you stay with Van and Katie, Jack and Wyatt I want you two to guard them. I’ll take the back.” Clark said.
They never kept the same positions in the group, it was a constant changing among them to best use all of their skills. Clark by no means was a weak man. His well-muscled body had been accustomed to lifting heavy objects and well he prided himself at one time on his strength. Back in the village they never had a day of doing nothing. Fishing and picking up rocks to use for building had kept him toned but not like before the outbreak. There were times that he had been the scout, although he was not as fast as he wished himself to be. Other times he had scavenged but today he would be the sentry. His job was simple: Guard everyone from the dangers presented by other humans and animals.
Jack and Wyatt would guard the scavengers from other dangers where Clark could not.
Vanessa glanced over at Clark, noticing that his knuckles were white as he clutched the heavy club that he carried. Everyone was nervous about moving further than they had before. Twenty minutes later they were closer to what used to hold civilization. The buildings were crumbling. Windows were a rarity now and few buildings had them. One in particular was to be their rest stop. It had been an old warehouse or something, no one was for sure. It was large and square in structure. They sat outside, warming themselves in the sun but once Harriet began to shiver they moved into the building. Part of the roof had collapsed, making the space inside much smaller than it appeared to be but this was the safest place they could find. Clark had a few things for a fire—a tiny bundle of matches that were sealed inside of an old camera roll canister. They had found the small black tube on their last journey into the ruins of the large city. The matches had been a blessing and admittedly they had a celebration in honor of finding them. Something once regarded as insignificant now held so much importance to them.
Vanessa and Jack found scraps that they could use to create a fire for the woman as Matt hugged her close. She was the oldest in their scavenging group and there was always a fear that she would die on such a trip because of her age. The fire was small, if it could be held then it would fit into one of the men’s hands. Harriet was the first to be warmed by its red and orange flames. Her shivering hadn’t stopped but it was getting better. Matt and Clark went outside to look around for anything of use as the others warmed themselves up. Vanessa followed soon after.
“Cj,” she called to the blond man. Rarely did anyone aside from Augustus and Harriet call the man by his first name. “I’m worried about Harriet.” She stated, “Maybe one of us should stay here with her—“
Clark sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Van…you know that can’t happen. We need all of the help we can get.”
“But she’s still shivering. I just worry, you know…that one of us won’t make it back. I’ll stay with her. We can look around in the buildings that we haven’t here and I’m sure we can find something.”
Clark nodded, “I’ll think about it. I can’t promise that it’ll happen.”
Matt was quietly listening to them talk. Clark was right, they needed everyone but Vanessa rose a valid point. Harriet was too cold to go . “Matt come back inside.” Clark asked. Vanessa and Matt followed him back inside where he approached the fire and warmed his hands. Although the sun was out there was a slight breeze that brought coldness. His fingers had begun to grow stiff.
“It has been brought to my attention that Harriet is in no condition to continue and Vanessa wishes to stay with her. Was their anyone else who wanted to stay or do any of you have a different idea?” Clark asked.
Harriet smiled at Vanessa and gently gripped one of her hands. “Thank you,” she mouthed as she looked around the group, waiting to hear their thoughts.
Looking at the dormitory that he was going to be staying in Jan noted the obvious Asian influence in it's desgins. "There is one thing that I must mention before I head to class," Darian said, "All of the dorms are seperated according to gods and non-god beings. Yayahuqui, Raven, your dorms are within the god section and as for you two, Dahlia and Jan, yours are in the non-god section of your dorms. Well see you guys later!" Darian said before jogging away to let the new students find their rooms.
"God?" Jan asked with a curious face.
"Yeah--gods from every religion." Yayahuqui pointed to the dorm windows. On one side of the buildings the windows were larger and what could be seen of the curtains and other things within the lower level dorms, they were richly decorated. "Sometimes they have a higher importance than other mythological beings and this school must be structured that way," she shrugged.
Jan nodded, understanding her point but he wondered why there was such a split in the students. "Any idea who you belong to?" he asked everyone.
The dark haired girl gave a half-hearted shrug, "If the meaning of my name is any indication then yeah."
Jan shot her a curious look as she mentioned her already hard to pronounce name. "It has a meaning?"
"All names mean something, Jan." Yayahuqui said with a small smile. Her mother would be proud; Grace did not raise her daughter to be uneducated. "Many people no longer choose names based upon their meanings like they did several hundred years ago. Some even make up names now."
Jan smiled, his green eyes crinkled around the corners. "I assure you zhat my name is not made up." He joked.
"God?" Jan asked with a curious face.
"Yeah--gods from every religion." Yayahuqui pointed to the dorm windows. On one side of the buildings the windows were larger and what could be seen of the curtains and other things within the lower level dorms, they were richly decorated. "Sometimes they have a higher importance than other mythological beings and this school must be structured that way," she shrugged.
Jan nodded, understanding her point but he wondered why there was such a split in the students. "Any idea who you belong to?" he asked everyone.
The dark haired girl gave a half-hearted shrug, "If the meaning of my name is any indication then yeah."
Jan shot her a curious look as she mentioned her already hard to pronounce name. "It has a meaning?"
"All names mean something, Jan." Yayahuqui said with a small smile. Her mother would be proud; Grace did not raise her daughter to be uneducated. "Many people no longer choose names based upon their meanings like they did several hundred years ago. Some even make up names now."
Jan smiled, his green eyes crinkled around the corners. "I assure you zhat my name is not made up." He joked.
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