About YOU

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Past RPing experience? List whatever you want here- places, years, whatever. If you don't have any past RPing experience, leave it blank.

General Facts:

Character Name:
Name meaning (If applicable):
Purpose at Hogwarts: Why is your character here?
Race: Ghostie, dryad, centaur? Permission is required for anything except for house ghosts.

Physical Appearance:

Hair: Color, length, etc.
Eyes:
Height:
Build: Overweight, skinny? Narrow shoulders, wide shoulders? Whatever you wish.
Noteable marks or scars:
Complexion/Skin tone:

Family Facts

Country of Origin:
Date of Birth: Remember that the present year is 1939.
Siblings: Names, ages?
Parents: Names, ages, birthplaces?
Financial Status: Poor, wealthy, middle class?

Beyond the Shallow

Strengths:
Weaknesses/Faults: Every character has them.
Hobbies:
Best Subject: (Charms, divination, DADA, et cetera)
Worst Subject:

Character History:

Biography: This should be at LEAST a few paragraphs long. I don't want one paragraph of character history. Tell me where they're from, if they've ever moved, their relationship with their siblings, experiences they've had in life, why they like doing what they like doing, anything. Just be sure to be DETAILED.

Sample Roleplay

Respond to this post AS YOUR CHARACTER in a few paragraphs- please remember the rules about powerplaying and the time frame, et cetera:

The sun was high in the misty gray sky when Dara Bennett stepped onto the Hogwarts grounds that day. She had just come from her office, tired of being cooped up between the four walls. The mere thought of them made her shudder now. It was always overly warm in her office, and in these autumn months, that was the last thing that she needed. Especially when she enjoyed drinking tea at this precise time every day. Tea mixed with warm weather was definitely not comfortable.

Dara pulled her arms over her head and stretched them, hearing a few popping sounds crack through the vertebrae in her spine. She sighed, and reached up to make sure that her hair was still securely fastened. It was tied at the base of her neck with a thin white ribbon, and ran down the length of her back in a perfectly straight, dark brown clump. Dara was mildly obsessive about the state of her hair. She put hair potion, specially brewed with her own mixture, in her hair every morning to make sure it didn't have any little waves. When it was windy, she refused to go outdoors.

Today, the air was calm. A slight breeze pushed lightly across the round of her cheek and flung itself over her head. She yawned, and wished that she had chosen to go and take a nap in her sleeping quarters instead of standing just outside the castle like an idiot. The woman started to walk, hoping to exercise the weariness from her bones. She was only twenty nine, but she felt like the years were wearing away at her more quickly than they did for other people. In May, she would be thirty...a milestone too large for her to celebrate.

Was her father really sixty years old? Was her mother really dead? Her brother really married and ready to have children? Dara didn't know a time when she had felt so old. She shook her head. It didn't do to think those thoughts. Just because there were a few laugh lines by her eyes when she looked in the mirror every morning didn't mean that she was old. It just meant that...well...she laughed a lot. She shuddered as she remembered the cliche 'lines only exist where smiles have been'. Yeah, right. Lines only existed when people got old.

The Gryffindor House Head was so busy thinking these pessmistic thoughts that she collided with someone walking the opposite direction. The woman caught her balance, stepped back, brushed herself off, and looked down her nose at the culprit.

"Excuse me," she said, sounding highly affronted, "Look where you're going, will you? You could cause an injury!"

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