hogwarts au :: semi-advanced rp discussion

heads of houses
gryffindor :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
hufflepuff :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
ravenclaw :: _______ _______ :: sucre'd fiend
slytherin :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed

*you may only claim one head of house

quidditch

gryffindor team ::
team captain :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
chaser :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
chaser :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
chaser :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
beater :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
beater :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
keeper :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
seeker :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed

hufflepuff team ::
team captain :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
chaser :: _______ _______ :: melisquish :: 6
chaser :: _______ _______ :: potato :: 7
chaser :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
beater :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
beater :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
keeper :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
seeker :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed

ravenclaw team ::
team captain :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
chaser :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
chaser :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
chaser :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
beater :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
beater :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
keeper :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
seeker :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed

slytherin team ::
team captain :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
chaser :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
chaser :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
chaser :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
beater :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
beater :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
keeper :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
seeker :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed

*please note that the position of quidditch captain only goes to seventh years
**you may only claim two players. they must be from different houses.

prefects

head boy :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
head girl :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed

gryffindor
seventh year male :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
seventh year female :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
sixth year male :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
sixth year female :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
fifth year male :: _______ _______ :: unclamed
fifth year female :: _______ _______ :: unclamed

hufflepuff
seventh year male :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
seventh year female :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
sixth year male :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
sixth year female :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
fifth year male :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
fifth year female :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed

ravenclaw
seventh year male :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
seventh year female :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
sixth year male :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
sixth year female :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
fifth year male :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
fifth year female :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed

slytherin
seventh year male :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
seventh year female :: _______ _______ :: Shahdia
sixth year male :: _______ _______ :: schuyler
sixth year female :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
fifth year male :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
fifth year female :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed

*you may only claim two from the above list, and they must be from different houses.

metamorphmorgi

metamorphmagus 1 :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
metamorphmagus 2 :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed
metamorphmagus 3 :: _______ _______ :: unclaimed

In order to request a character which is not either a Prefect or a Quidditch Player (excluding captains), you must apply this following form. Quidditch players have a separate form which also must be completed in order to be considered for any of the roles. Conversely, Quidditch Captains must fill out the general template.

General Template
Name:
Position:
Ideas for Character: (doesn't have to be long, just have something)
Roleplay Example:

Quidditch Player Template
Name:
Position:
Year:
Skill Level: 1-10 (with 1 being absolute shit and 10 being (s)he makes victor krum look like a pathetic amateur)

Name: Fiend
Position: Ravenclaw Head
Ideas for Character: The one person that everyone thinks is really stupid and questions why they're the head until they realize holy shit they're a goddamn genius
wow that was really bad.
Roleplay Example: (view spoiler)[
What did she care? What was the point of this really? Kye wanted to know the answer to those questions as much as Jen wanted them. Her voice had been soft, a hidden undertone of vulnerability. That was something Kye had learned to recognize, to latch on to. It was an involuntary response, an action wired so deep it became instinct. Or maybe it had always been instinct for her to do so. She could pracitically smell the surprise and effort in staying just slightly more composed that Jen was exerting. That need to seem strong, be strong, be percieved so powerfully as something not be trifled with. Don't tread on me. She'd heard that phrase once before, but it suddenly popped back into her mind. It was supposed to be something symbolic, something historic, but she couldn't place it just then. She was too focused on the opening she'd created in Jen's defenses.

But why the fuck was she so fixated on this? Lips pressed together and hands at her sides, she stared at Jen. Hoping both to find words to counter with properly and to keep restraint in mind. There was a itch in her fingers; words weren't the tools she used to convey her thoughts. Physicality was her form of communication. She could read body language like someone literate could read a sentence or a book for that matter. Movement spoke volumes to her, just like everything else around them. Maybe she should just resort to that.

She considered, truly considered finally laying hands on Jen. How many times had she dreamed of wrapping her fingers around that slender neck and watching the life leave those brown eyes? How many nights had she contemplated a number of ways for the shorter girl to just disappear into the night, and of words she'd use to explain it? She couldn't say, couldn't put a number to how much she would pay to never have to see this girl again. But now? Now, she was filled with a terrible conviction to be understood for once.

It had nothing to do with the fact that Jen was four years older than her--did that really make her woman? Kye didn't think she could accept that--but more so to do with the fact that she was powerful. In a way that Kye would never be. She could bring a man down to his knees with a glare, with a threat, with a weapon. But, Jen; Jen could do so without really directing an ounce of attention to what she was doing. There was nothing calculated; it was natural. It was so despicably awful that it made Kye sick. Sick with what? Jealousy? Admiration? It was too complicated to decide, but too simple to leave alone all at once. It was a wonder Damon didn't go insane, but this was part of why Kye held him in such high regard.

She didn't like where her mind was, the path it was following. She didn't admire Jennifer. She didn't care. She didn't, she didn't, she didn't, she didn't, she didn't, she didn't; and yet, she did. Which was probably why her body moved on its own, why her mind disconnected from her limbs. Her fingers cupped Jen's jaw in a harsh capture, their faces inches apart and Kye's lips curled up into a snarl.

"You might think you don't need help." This wasn't her speaking. The voice was too breathy, too melodious to be hers. Hers was a voice of warbled water, of a brook tripping and falling over stones. Hers was a voice of hatred and animosity, not the surprising gentleness that she heard coloring her words. "But this is a dangerous game you play. You think you are strong enough for this, but nothing you could have possibly faced will ever have prepared you for what you are going through. Fuck whatever past you think you had, because once you enter the rank of wolves, you never show weakness or find yourself at the bottom with you tail tucked between your legs. So, listen closely, you painted whore, don't--I mean don't--ever think that you are without help, or that you don't need it. We are strongest together. And so help me whatever deity you believe in, if you think you don't need help, I'd advise you to think again before you find yourself in a shallow grave."

Rabid; that'd be a good word to describe the look on her face. The mud had smeared on her cheeks, eyes wide with her actions. Her nostrils flared, an angry response she had no control over. Her entire frame trembled, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood. Her chest heaved with her breath, heart beating double-time. (hide spoiler)]

( name ) Potato
( position ) Chaser for Hufflepuff
( year ) Sixth ( in le making )
( skill level ) Seven

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( name ) Queen
( position ) Gryffindor Captain
( year ) 6
( skill level ) 10