QUIDDITCH GAMES APPLICATION

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Hello for this year we'll be having the Quidditch Games. now instead of it being a competition between the four Hogwarts houses, it will be a competition between the three schools of Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Hogwarts. The games will take place between October and November.

Now if you are a Hogwarts student all the house need to participate, but there are few places in the team. So to participate your character needs to be 17 years or older, a member of their house Quidditch team and active. During the sign ups there will be an official member(first one that sign-ups and a replacement). If the official player is unable to participate, the replacement will fill in.

The same will be done for the other schools. Now since these characters will be only used once for this(unless someone decides to keep them, if they do they would need to fill in the full application). I won't ask anyone to fill the application form, instead you'll fill the form bellow and reply here. Now you don't have to make a profile for this character, you may use the profile from one of your full characters when replying.

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• A P P L I C A T I O N ! •

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[quote]In the normal application I allow an example post from another character. But since we don't know personality/history for the character this post needs to be for this character. At least 400 words/4 paragraphs. [/quote] [/size]

• T H E T E A M S ! •

HOGWARTS !

CAPTAIN

• Henry John Longbottom!

CO-CAPTAIN

• OPEN!

CHASERS:

• Henry John Longbottom!
  
• Raiden Bryan Nott!
  
• OPEN!

BEATERS:

• OPEN!
  
• OPEN!

KEEPER:

• OPEN!

SEEKER:

• Alice Vyrei Trev’na!

BEAUXBATONS !

CAPTAIN

• OPEN!

CO-CAPTAIN

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CHASERS:

• OPEN!
  
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BEATERS:

• OPEN!
  
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KEEPER:

• OPEN!

SEEKER:

• OPEN!

DURMSTRANG !

CAPTAIN

• OPEN!

CO-CAPTAIN

• OPEN!

CHASERS:

• OPEN!
  
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BEATERS:

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KEEPER:

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SEEKER:

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• T H E E X T R A S ! •

[.henry john longbottom !]

• HENRY john LONGBOTTOM ! •

FULL NAME: Henry John Longbottom
NICKNAME: None
BIRTHDATE/AGE: November 7, seventeen years old
SCHOOL: Hogwarts
POSITION: Chaser, captain
EXAMPLE POST:

Henry ducked into Diagon Alley's favorite bookstore, Flourish and Blotts, and imediately bounded up the steps to the second floor. The sight of thousands upon thousands of books that his eyes had yet to scour made his heart beat a little faster, and the smell reminded him of an extraordinarily powerful vial of Amortentia. His parents, Neville and Hannah Longbottom were taking his younger sister to go do something about which he couldn't care less. So, what was a young man such as Henry to do to pass the time? Find something to read, of course.
Henry had thus far spent six years at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, and in that time he had read through every (worthwhile) book in the library. He would go inside every so often to check if anything new had come in, but, for the most part, he only used the library for research. Henry now perused the bookshelves of the lovely bookstore for something that piqued his interest that he could take with him for the coming school year.
The coming school year, Henry thought with an internal sigh. The letter from school containing important details had hit him harder than the previous year's had (and it wasn't just the owl's failure to land properly). The letter for his seventh year had contained information about his N.E.W.T.s and graduation, and he had quickly realized that in less than one year, he would be out of school, looking for something else to occupy his time. He reminded himself frequently that he had nothing to worry about- that he could quickly get into a higher-level school or land a good job at the ministry. He was, after all, one of the smartest students at school. However, the idea of the future still frightened him more than anything else.
Henry pulled a slightly used, black, hardcover book from a high shelf. He walked to a nearby chair and sat down. He opened the book and began to read, while he waited for his family to return or for something else more exciting to happen.

[.RAIDEN BRYAN NOTT !]

• RAIDEN bryan NOTT ! •

FULL NAME: Raiden Bryan Nott
NICKNAME: N/A
BIRTHDATE/AGE: 16 November [seventeen yesrs old]
SCHOOL: Hogwarts
POSITION: Chaser
EXAMPLE POST:

The day had been long, uninteresting and uneventful. Raiden, made his way from the potions classroom down in the dungeons to the Slytherin common room. He had stayed back in the class to practice brewing the draught of living death. The potions master had said that his attempt had been adequate and that did not please Raiden at all so he had stayed behind to ensure that should they be asked once again to brew said potion, the result would be more than adequate and more along the lines of perfect or sublime. This was the way that Raiden Nott, son of Theodore Nott, had always done things. Being average was unacceptable to him so where in all of Merlin’s beard would he ever accept an average grade.

Although he had stayed behind to ensure that the potion was perfect next time round, Raiden had not intended to stay too long, and he had managed to complete the potion in the time that he had afforded himself. Why hadn’t he given himself more time to perfect what needed perfecting? Well, he had other duties to attend to. No, Raiden Nott was not a prefect of Hogwarts, though in all right he had thought that he deserved it more than the person who wore the prefect badge for Slytherin. Somebody that he had decided to stop thinking about and refused to even speak to beyond the well mannered greeting. Yet even though he had not been elected as prefect he had been elected as quidditch captain for the Slytherin team and that meant that he had the role of whipping the team into an unbeatable and unstoppable force, something similar perhaps to what the Dark Lord was now doing with his subjects.

Yes, Raiden Nott knew of the Dark Lord as so did everyone else within the Hogwarts grounds. However there were not many who knew that Raiden had been branded with the mark of the Death Eater and that it had been one of his many ambitions for quite some time. There was nothing like achieving something that one desired so greatly. That was why now more than anything, Raiden also wanted to attain the quidditch cup for Slytherin house. All he had to do was somehow manage to make the team work, make them work better then their opposition, make them the deadliest weapons in the sky and Raiden had a knack for all things deadly. He did not however think it would be easy. The other teams were all rather well balanced with good flyers, perhaps some even quite talented, he would not deny them that. Though it was not like Raiden to rise to the occasion and now was hardly the time not to, not now when a new quidditch captain had been named for the Gryffindor side. Someone Raiden despised perhaps even more than the person whose name he refused to utter, Albus Potter.

Without looking around as he entered the Slytherin common room, Raiden made his way up to his dormitory, collected his broom and exited both the dormitory and common room within no time at all. Raiden made it out of the castle with no difficulty, of which he was grateful. He hadn’t walked into Peaves, the most annoying poltergeist in the world, Raiden’s own opinion and perhaps even quite a few of the student body and staff of the school as well. He hadn’t run into the caretaker or any of the staff, whom he had no desire to bump into, because he was in no mood to be his well mannered self and it wasn’t long before he was making his way down the lawn toward the quidditch pitch, for Slytherins first training session after the Christmas holidays.

Entering the pitch instead of making his way toward the changing rooms, Raiden eyed the whole length of the pitch, his longing to take flight insurmountable. So without so much as a second thought he placed his broom before him and mounted it kicking off toward the goal posts, the gleaming tower high hoops within the sky. He swerved in and out of the three hoops and then pushed his broom to such speeds heading straight for the ground slowing down only feet before the ground came within reach and jumped off just in time, trudging a long his broom in hand. The exhilaration from the flight placing him in a much better mood than before. A smirk on his face he made his way to the changing room, ready for anything

[.Alice Vyrei Trev'na !]

• Alice Vyrei Trev’na ! •

FULL NAME: Alice Vyrei Trev’na
NICKNAME: Lyss
BIRTHDATE/AGE: September 12th / Seventeen years old
SCHOOL: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
POSITION: Seeker
EXAMPLE POST:

A grey froth of clouds ringed the distant horizon gleaming with a silvery light upon the Black Lake. Thunder rolled like the incoming tide across seething gasps of wind which impolitely ruffled the pennants and towers of the Qudditch pitch. Alice Trev’na , the perfectly pressed not a hair out of sort witch looked a different woman in the blue and ebony robes of the Ravenclaw team. Her dark blonde tresses were bound back in a rather unkempt knot at the nape of her neck to create the image of a witch who in this moment hardly gave a care for appearances. In her hands were two distinct items, the first and certainly the most prominent was a carefully wrought riding broom, a Nimbus 2022 in all its glory. The broom was a deep russet brown with the faintest tinge of cobalt to the wood along with silver washed fixtures.

Compared to the customary riding broom the creation of wood and magic appeared to be a frail thing, thin and reedy, ever y stitch of it crafted to manufacture a device made for sheer maneuverability and quickness. Granted Alice had already seen her previous broom easily splintered by a stray Slytherin chaser caught in an unstoppable dive, so the Ravenclaw Seeker was well aware that her broom was hardly designed for the rough and tumble brawl the majority of the team took part in. Also physically Alice herself was not one for the heavy physical game play surrounding the fight over the quaffle, but she indeed did have a place on that windy pitch.

With care she set the other item in her hand down upon the dew laced grass, it was a smallish leather case with a coffee hued exterior. Another roll of thunder thrummed in the distance paired with an equally potent gust of wind as the Ravenclaw girl opened the case with a sharp snick of metal against metal. Inside was a single golden orb strapped carefully into a custom made socket where it was kept secure from escaping of its own accord. The Golden Snitch was a curious item, a charmed lump of gold paired with fluttering wings, even with its own flesh memory to of avoid confusion on who initially caught it during a game. Alice had taken it upon herself to have her own Snitch simply for practice, since a new snitch with a clean flesh memory was required for every game. This one of course knew her touch and could never be used for any proper games, but it served well enough for her own personal practice sessions.

With a dull pop the leather straps came away and Alice watched with diluted interest as the golden orb splayed its delicate coppery wings and promptly shot off into the storm dappled sky. The witch waited for a moment, allowing the gilded ball to dissipate from sight before mounting the Nimbus 2022 and kicking off into their air.

This was what Alice Trev’na lived for, the few thrills in life worth her attentions. Perhaps she was something of an risk-taker, and maybe some say it as something of a perilous way to live, but in her eyes, it was the only path worth taking. She was a woman caught in the tangles of her family and their socialite status; And at the same time she was a witch with goals that went beyond retiring to the Glynwick estate for the rest of her days as a comfortable heiress.

Wind caught in her stray locks, coils of blustering gusts pulling at her robes as sheer delight made her blood roar through her veins with joy. The faintest twinge of a smile pulled at her lips as those amber orbs fanned out across the sky for a tell tale glitter of gold, a slow sigh passing through her lungs as the concerns of reality fell away.

She was alone, amid the storm, amid the rush, simply being Alice, simply living without a care to muddle over. No sister to protect, and no sibling to quarrel with, no mother to bemoan, and no father to mourn. It was in that one shining moment with adrenaline singing in her blood and her muscles tensed; as the ground dropped away from beneath her with a swirl of dizzying sweeps, that Alice Vyrei Trev’na was free.

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Come on Puffs, get your game on(and other schools).