Small Group Hogwarts RP (All spots claimed!)
Sept 29, 2016 21:59:06 GMT -5
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Post by Rosestar on Sept 29, 2016 21:59:06 GMT -5
Hey everyone! It's been a few months since I've been on the forums, so I want to get back in the swing of things by digging up an old OC I never really got to use for a good old Hogwarts rp! Post Golden Trio era, a new group of students from all different houses doing... well, let's talk about it! I was hoping to keep this rp at least semi-advanced, more if that's what everyone agrees to. I want at least three other people, one character from each house, but I'll accept up to five other people. If it gets to be that many, let's try to spread out the houses so we don't have three Gryffindors and one Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Makes sense? Rad. My OC is below. Let's get plotting and ready to go~
Calliope Whitby
Ravenclaw // Muggleborn
17 // Female // Bisexual
Like her name, she is Greek, and her skin is dark and smooth, even if it is, occasionally, smudged with ink. Her black hair curls in an almost unspeakable fashion, to the point where if she tied it back, Calliope would look like an entirely different person. Even then, it would still fight against the hair tie- she has snapped a good few trying to update her look. It just wasn't meant to be. Because she leaves it down, her hair frames her round face delicately, almost like you would see in a portrait. Unfortunately for her, her nose is more pointed than most, and it sticks out, ruining the picture perfect image. Calliope thinks her eyes make up for it though. They're a creamy, light brown, almost like melted chocolate, which a few golden flecks. The rest of her is pretty average looking- she stands at five feet, four inches, and thanks to running around the school, both with or without her friends, she stays active, giving her lean muscles.
In many ways, Calliope is your typical Ravenclaw- covets learning, intelligence, and creativity above all things. Her namesake, the muse of epic poetry and deity most called upon to judge stories and writing, does reflect her, in a way. She does, in fact, write- it's one of the only places her true feelings show. Calliope, while not seeing herself as superior, does tend to be highly critical of herself and others work. Whether this is a gift or a curse, she cannot say. One thing she is not, however, is organized. When her friends try to go through her notes, it's more like a treasure hunt around her dorm rather than simply pawing through some files. Thankfully, Calliope understands where everything is, and the controlled chaos stays to her side of the room, so others dorming with her typically don't complain. While her papers are tidy and meticulously edited, her notes are messy, covered with scribbles, doodles, and the occasional coffee stain. As a result, when the others request her help with studying, it often turns into a mini lecture, allowing a lot more long-winded questions and jokes than any Hogwarts professor would care to tolerate- she'll help you with anything but History of Magic, her worst class. It amazes other students that a group of loud, careless, troublemakers would want to have anything to do with her, especially considered how she appears to others- at first glance, she gives off the aura of a typical stuffy bookworm, and after chatting with her a few times, she's almost cold. Yes, cold is the way to describe it. Calliope keeps her emotions on a short leash. She learned, both through guidance and through practice, that the best outcomes are governed by a steady, logical mind. This not only dictates she control her impulses, but not to give way to the temptation of feelings. She has them of course- who doesn't? She just doesn't share them. That's where her writing comes in. You read any one of her countless notebooks, you've basically solved the enigma. That she also learned to hide long ago, and takes every precaution with her papers. Since Calliope doesn't share her feelings out loud, people who befriend her don't typically stick around. Because of this, her first few years at Hogwarts were devoted to nothing but her work, and she still has yet to join any clubs, though she longs to try a hand at Quidditch, among other things. Sometimes it surprises even her that her friends have kept her around so long.
Though she's Muggleborn, Calliope grew up with parents almost as strict as the Purebloods. Both of her parents are highly elite professors at a Muggle university, one in literature and the other in mathematics. Already very serious, they were quite unamused when Calliope was beginning to pull pranks around the house- ie, her magic was coming in. They almost didn't believe that the letter she got was real either, until Calliope, desperate to go to the school where she truly belonged, caused a tree to grow out from the planks of wood in the floor. Well, there was no other explanation for that. It was clear their daughter was a witch. "But you must understand, Calliope- this is a gift, one you must not take lightly. Treat is with caution until you master it, and then, use it as a tool." her mother said. Her father nodded. "You can do many great things with this, but for now, you're a student like any other. Let's not lose our heads here." Thus, in order to get to Hogwarts, she had to be practical, and not act out in the slightest. Even to this day, she knows her parents are more than willing to take her from Hogwarts and point her in the direction of a medical internship, or something equally dignified. As a result, she doesn't know many of the fun spells and charms many of her friends perform, and has yet to step foot into Zonko's. Calliope is one of the newer members of their group of friends at Hogwarts- while most of them knew each other since their first year at the latest, she didn't come into play until someone- she's still not sure who- decided they needed someone smart to round off the group, to offer advice on papers and possibly influence professors to let another off easy if they get in trouble. Calliope fit the bill perfectly- when they picked her up, her seemingly cold view on feelings and the like had already driven away members of her own house. Almost immediately, she knew what was up. Any normal person wouldn't given them the time of day. But Calliope was curious, and frankly, without a social life, she was starting to get a little bored. She didn't intend to stick around for very long, but the group balanced her out, and she settled in, almost perfectly. She possesses a beech wood wand with unicorn hair core, and her patronus is a leopard.
Calliope Whitby
Ravenclaw // Muggleborn
17 // Female // Bisexual
Like her name, she is Greek, and her skin is dark and smooth, even if it is, occasionally, smudged with ink. Her black hair curls in an almost unspeakable fashion, to the point where if she tied it back, Calliope would look like an entirely different person. Even then, it would still fight against the hair tie- she has snapped a good few trying to update her look. It just wasn't meant to be. Because she leaves it down, her hair frames her round face delicately, almost like you would see in a portrait. Unfortunately for her, her nose is more pointed than most, and it sticks out, ruining the picture perfect image. Calliope thinks her eyes make up for it though. They're a creamy, light brown, almost like melted chocolate, which a few golden flecks. The rest of her is pretty average looking- she stands at five feet, four inches, and thanks to running around the school, both with or without her friends, she stays active, giving her lean muscles.
In many ways, Calliope is your typical Ravenclaw- covets learning, intelligence, and creativity above all things. Her namesake, the muse of epic poetry and deity most called upon to judge stories and writing, does reflect her, in a way. She does, in fact, write- it's one of the only places her true feelings show. Calliope, while not seeing herself as superior, does tend to be highly critical of herself and others work. Whether this is a gift or a curse, she cannot say. One thing she is not, however, is organized. When her friends try to go through her notes, it's more like a treasure hunt around her dorm rather than simply pawing through some files. Thankfully, Calliope understands where everything is, and the controlled chaos stays to her side of the room, so others dorming with her typically don't complain. While her papers are tidy and meticulously edited, her notes are messy, covered with scribbles, doodles, and the occasional coffee stain. As a result, when the others request her help with studying, it often turns into a mini lecture, allowing a lot more long-winded questions and jokes than any Hogwarts professor would care to tolerate- she'll help you with anything but History of Magic, her worst class. It amazes other students that a group of loud, careless, troublemakers would want to have anything to do with her, especially considered how she appears to others- at first glance, she gives off the aura of a typical stuffy bookworm, and after chatting with her a few times, she's almost cold. Yes, cold is the way to describe it. Calliope keeps her emotions on a short leash. She learned, both through guidance and through practice, that the best outcomes are governed by a steady, logical mind. This not only dictates she control her impulses, but not to give way to the temptation of feelings. She has them of course- who doesn't? She just doesn't share them. That's where her writing comes in. You read any one of her countless notebooks, you've basically solved the enigma. That she also learned to hide long ago, and takes every precaution with her papers. Since Calliope doesn't share her feelings out loud, people who befriend her don't typically stick around. Because of this, her first few years at Hogwarts were devoted to nothing but her work, and she still has yet to join any clubs, though she longs to try a hand at Quidditch, among other things. Sometimes it surprises even her that her friends have kept her around so long.
Though she's Muggleborn, Calliope grew up with parents almost as strict as the Purebloods. Both of her parents are highly elite professors at a Muggle university, one in literature and the other in mathematics. Already very serious, they were quite unamused when Calliope was beginning to pull pranks around the house- ie, her magic was coming in. They almost didn't believe that the letter she got was real either, until Calliope, desperate to go to the school where she truly belonged, caused a tree to grow out from the planks of wood in the floor. Well, there was no other explanation for that. It was clear their daughter was a witch. "But you must understand, Calliope- this is a gift, one you must not take lightly. Treat is with caution until you master it, and then, use it as a tool." her mother said. Her father nodded. "You can do many great things with this, but for now, you're a student like any other. Let's not lose our heads here." Thus, in order to get to Hogwarts, she had to be practical, and not act out in the slightest. Even to this day, she knows her parents are more than willing to take her from Hogwarts and point her in the direction of a medical internship, or something equally dignified. As a result, she doesn't know many of the fun spells and charms many of her friends perform, and has yet to step foot into Zonko's. Calliope is one of the newer members of their group of friends at Hogwarts- while most of them knew each other since their first year at the latest, she didn't come into play until someone- she's still not sure who- decided they needed someone smart to round off the group, to offer advice on papers and possibly influence professors to let another off easy if they get in trouble. Calliope fit the bill perfectly- when they picked her up, her seemingly cold view on feelings and the like had already driven away members of her own house. Almost immediately, she knew what was up. Any normal person wouldn't given them the time of day. But Calliope was curious, and frankly, without a social life, she was starting to get a little bored. She didn't intend to stick around for very long, but the group balanced her out, and she settled in, almost perfectly. She possesses a beech wood wand with unicorn hair core, and her patronus is a leopard.