There was once a boy, and they called him death. The year is 1944. The Wizarding World is at war, Europe is a breeding ground for conflict, and a young heir has risen from the depths. In the day, students of Hogwarts progress towards adulthood, donning cloaks of black and ties of colour; filled with magic and knowledge without bounds. But in the shadowed corners and twilight halls, a dark and complex loyalty is comprised among those willing to face the beauty of terror, enough to give their very souls to the pursuit of what they consider perfection.These ancient halls have held many dark witches and wizards before, but never before have they come together like this. What graceful monstrosities will they breed? Only time will tell. Our teeth and ambitions are bared; be prepared. M O B I L E N A V
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Hello my loves, this announcement has been some time in the making, but I still write today with a very heavy heart. Many of you have noticed my continued absence in the past few weeks, so this may be an expected progression. As a project which I have dearly loved working on and sharing with you all, itās bittersweet to have to say goodbye to T&A for the time being. However, a conglomerate of real life priorities have made themselves apparent to me in the past few weeks - and unfortunately I donāt think that I can continue adminning a roleplay at this point in my life. Iāll be taking a break from roleplay for a while; but I wanted to let you all know what an honour and joy it has been to write with and get to know all of you. The talent which Iāve seen here in these past few months has blown my mind, and Iām so happy that this little niche of the roleplay world could have been occupied by such wonderful writers and people.
Though this is farewell for now, there may be a day when T&A returns. I hope that if that day comes, that some of you might decide to join me again. In the meantime, I sincerely thank you all for your dedication, passion, talent, and friendship; and wish you all the absolute best! Iāll miss you, and will treasure these characters and moments for a long time to come. ā„ā„ā„Ā
Hello everyone! This is just a small post to explain my upcoming few days of absence. Today a very important loved one of mine passed away, so in the next week (and perhaps longer) Iāll be stepping away from roleplay in order to be with my family. Once every few days Iāll be popping in to answer asks and receive apps and whatnot, but in general itāll be somewhat quiet on my end. The new event will be posted shortly; though itāll be rather open at this point in time to allow for abundant interactions.Ā
I hope that even in this precarious time players and applicants alike will help make TAA flourish again. I appreciate all your continued support and understanding, and hope to be back in full soon. In the meantime, thank you all again!
2 questions! is Caius open? And secondly, what is activity like right now?
Yes, heās open! And activity right now is slow, but thatās due to the delay on my part to post the new event. I hope to see it pick up soon - and would love to see new players join us in this time.Ā
Hello everyone! Firstly, the role of Druella Rosier remains open, since her account was never sent in. Next; I apologize for the delay with the new event post! Iāve been quite ill these past few days, so I have less energy than Iām used to. However, the post is almost complete, and should definitely be posted before the weekend. In the meantime, please feel free to start/post threads regarding the quidditch match or past happenings. Thank you all again for your patience!
is there any possibility of astrid still coming out? i'm just so in love with her teaser!
Yes, as soon as things stabilize, Iāll be working on a few new bios. Iād really love to see some of our currently open characters taken up first, though!
GRYFFINDOR VS. SLYTHERIN QUIDDITCH MATCH SCORE: 120 to 90 (GRYFFINDOR VICTORY)
FLASHBACK: Itās match day, and Hogwarts is alive. Bets are scrawled across dog-eared papers, pins adorn dark cloaks, bright scarves and handkerchiefs wave earnestly through the September chill --- snakes and lions sit on opposing stands of red and green, all those in between falling into their expected leagues. The crowds erupt the moment the quaffle is thrown up - and so it begins. Ā A dirty game by all means, the match is riddled with foul plays, jeers, and illegal tricks and jinxes.Ā
Lestrange has trained her team to bite hard and fast, and notably, players such asĀ Mulciber test the limits to the extreme, slamming into Prewett hardly ten minutes into the game. Chambers and Avery battle for the quaffle in the first quarter of the match, but Lestrange quickly cuts the back-and-forth short with a barked order and a well-aimed bludger. Flanked by both Slytherin beaters, Carrow and Black score a myriad of consecutive goals, as the red-clad stands boo and the Gryffindor team tries without avail to intervene. WeasleyĀ makes the strategic (albeit foul) decision to throw her bat at the Slytherin keeper, Nott, which causes the game to halt for several minutes, allowing both teams to catch their breaths.Ā
Dolohov and Yaxley are seen circling above their teammates in pursuit of the golden snitch. Dolohov continuously attempts to provoke Yaxley, but the Gryffindor seems reluctant to engage. Mulciber, however, comes out of the din to (seemingly) randomly wrestle Yaxley into an empty stand, causing several tents to collapse. Lestrange tackles Prewett as the Slytherins cheer. Yaxley suffers a broken arm during the scuffle. As Carrow and Black pass the quaffle back and forth, Chambers attempts to intercept. In the meantime, Dolohov spots the snitch -- and he dives...narrowing veering out of range just as one of Vaneās bludgers spins past his head. Yaxley, seizing the day, shakes Mulciber in time to catch the snitch with his remaining good arm, ending the game. The stands roar. The snakes hiss.Ā
AFTERMATH: As the Gryffindors erupt in incredulous celebration, the Slytherins seem frozen with shock. Electra immediately flies into a bout of fury, screeching at herĀ āincompetentā team for theirĀ ādisgustingā gameplay. Meanwhile, the Gryffindors leave the field with grins stretched across their faces, filled with a shock of their own. Yaxley and Prewett are dragged to the hospital wing by a concerned Chambers, but the whole way down; they insist that tonight the lionās den will throw a victory party to remember. Carrow and Black are seen zealously eyeing their competitors as the stands clear, while Mulciber stalks off with Nott to take their anger out on less famed victims. Dolohov, naturally, is livid. He watches the scene pass with narrowed eyes.Ā
That night, the Slytherin dungeons seethe with a cold need for vengeance, venomous losers sipping vodka and sitting in discontent. Across the castle, the Gryffindor common room is a picture of jubilee, as firewhiskey and butterbeers abound and victory banners join the others on the wall.Ā
Though this is a flashback, feel free to start threads detailing any part of the above proceedings, or the aftermath of the match! These threads can occur simultaneously as new threads for the upcoming event/plot drop.Ā
Is Elodie still your favorite fc for the role of Electra?
I would say sheās definitely up there! Iāve become more lenient in terms of Electraās faceclaim, so Sui He is also one that I dearly love. It depends on who you personally connect with more, if you plan on applying!
CONGRATULATIONS, EVA!
YOUāVE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF DRUELLA ROSIER
ADMIN NOTE: Always having been a well-loved character, itās always interesting to see the different portrayals of Druella that writers bring forth. I feel that thereās great potential with your vision of her, and look forward to seeing it bloom!Ā [ We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment HERE. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl within 24 hours with your account. ]
Additionally, the faceclaim change to Gabriella Wilde has been approved!
ā OUT OF CHARACTER ā
ā NAME/ALIAS, AGE, & PRONOUNS
What name/alias would you like to go by? Eva
How old are you? You must be at least 16 years old to apply. 22
What pronouns would you like us to refer to you by? She/her, please
ā TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY
Timezone, & please give us a description for how active you think that youāll be, as well as a number from 1-10. Ā I am in GMT +1 timezone, and I am quite active. I study History and Philosophy, so my ooc life can get hectic before exams, but you will be notified in time when I need a hiatus/semi-hiatus when they start. I can be online daily, and during weekends I can stay on for over an hour. So, I would say Iām active 7/10 on a scale.
ā IN CHARACTER ā
ā DESIRED ROLE:
Which character are you applying for? Druella Selina Rosier
ā WHO ARE THEY?
Druella strongly resembles a bird in captivity; she is beautiful, timid and calm, but there is something in her core desiring to break though, to break the gilded cage which kept her safe and secure all her life. She is a quiet before the storm, the rainbow which shines though, a hopeless romantic like the muggle writer Jane Austen which she read once as a silent rebellion against her parentsā pressure, but a rebellion which was vanquished the moment she stopped reading. She is kind, dulcet, gentile and her laughter is a thing which dreams are made of. But, deep inside, there is something else, something other than a thornless rose or a clawless kitten ā she can be fierce and she can be a warrior, if only she knew how to misbehave, how to disappoint. But, she dreads disappointment, and she dreads breaking rules. She was born to please, to be a painting, void of any desires of her own, but she desires; she desires for freedom, for love and lust, she even desires for being a professor, but the latter is a wish she must never voice. She enjoys Divination, but she is completely smitten by Magical Creatures, and she hates any violence and cruelty, although sometimes, when she feels like her cage doesnāt let her breathe, her words can be cruel and sharp, but she regrets them almost instantly, because she is to her core, the essence of goodness and purity. She loves deeply, burning like a fire, and she is loyal, more loyal than one can imagine, which is why she sticks to her infatuation towards Cygnus, even though he doesnāt seem to care.
ā ANALYSIS:
birthdate ā October 22nd. The very end of Libra and the beginning of Scorpio; she has the allure, the suffocation of her true emotions, the quietness and the potential for strength and self-confidence of a Scorpio, her ruling sign, but she also has the beauty, gentleness, innocence and lack of self-confidence, and her tendency to romance and idolizing of things as a Libra. Her ascendant is in Pisces, making her perceptive, intuitive and, at times though extremely rarely, cruel.
gender identity & pronouns ā Druella strongly identifies as a female, with she/her/hers pronouns.
sexuality & romantic preference ā She is heterosexual, but is somewhat curious about women as well, though she brushes it off as simple curiosity, and her preference are men.
wand ā Unicorn core (it is a faithful and loyal want, and it strongly reflect Druellaās character), 12 inches, unyielding. Wand wood is Acacia, the rarest because of itās temperament, but is extremely loyal only to itās master, which goes perfectly with Unicornās core.
boggart ā Druellaās boggart is a skeleton. It represents her fear of failure, but most importantly her fear of being nothing ā nothing but a pretty face and a noble face, doomed to end up disappointing everyone she knew, everyone she ever cared about.
patronus ā Druella can cast a patronus, however it is still not corporeal, but it indicates that it will evolve into a silver fox - it represents that, underneath all her innocent and beauty, lies a strong and cunning character, waiting to emerge when need arises.
ā CONNECTIONS:
Lucretia Black - There is a sense of resignation when it comes to the noble Lucretia, and it is a feeling that used to be unknown to Druella. The girl seems to constantly be tensed, and the Rosier stroke a close friendship with her over their mutual sense of fear when it comes to situations around them. Druella sees a close confidante in her, but she is also close to her because she desires to be close to Cygnus and so hopes to win him over by being close and kind to his shunned, younger sister. Plus, she is the only person that Druella can speak openly about the dashing Black, and voice her concerns and ask for an advice.
Abraxas Malfoy - Her cousin, the perfect heir, and the beautiful Malfoy. As children, they were a lot closer than they are now, but due to time spent apart and different interests, they turned out to be more of acquaintances than friends. She still loves him dearly, and she wishes they would speak more often, and more privately than simple pleasantries.
Armand & Cecile Rosier - Druella is most connected to her parents. She adores them to bits, even though sheās began to regret the fact they kept her so untainted, so secure all her life. She wishes they would confide in her more often and trust her to be more than a marionette, a perfect Rosier with light hair and even lighter temperament. However, she is very dependent on them, and she adores them dearly, and truth be told there is nothing she wouldnāt do for them, being it her own desire or not.
ā WRITING SAMPLES ā
ā PARA SAMPLE(S):
It was one of those dreams where Druella was aware she was dreaming. She knew it by the very surrounding and the tone of the said dream. A soft lullaby was heard though the pristine white corridors, and an equally blank, sterile room. It seemed that even the air was sweet, almost intoxicating, sugary. She turned around, her blond, neatly tied braid swirling around with her, almost acting as a whip, wrapping around her neck. Dream!Druella frowned at the lullaby and approached the bedroom door, flinging them open and stepping out into the same, sterile corridor. She followed the sound downstairs, the whiteness of the house almost painful to her eyes; but just as she was about to squint, she noticed a man sitting on a silver, velvet sofa. She recognized him, the moment he turned around, his black robes refreshing in the purity of the room.
Cygnus Black, her possible betrothed, and the man she was falling in love with.
But, something as wrong, the setting, the look of utter adoration on his face. It was in that moment that Druella Rosier knew she was dreaming, and it was in that moment that the dream turned to nightmare.
āToujurs pur.ā Cygnus hissed, almost snake-like as he approached her, the blackness of his robes seducing her, consuming her. āToo pure, too innocentā¦ It would be tempting if you werenāt soā¦ Perfect. The perfect, silly daughter, molded into nothing but a beautiful shell. Peel it off, and what are you? Nothing, Druella. You are nothing. Nothing worthy of a Black.ā He continued, a cruel smile on his face. His every word was like a sword, mauling her heart, destroying her fairy-tale.
It was in that moment, before his cruel smile could grow, that she willed herself to wake up and, as she did so, realized she was silently shaking. Druella rolled to her side, drawing her covers more tightly around herself, and her knees to her chin in a fetus-like position as she shivered. She felt tears down her cheek, and in that moment she sobered up. Her yaw tightened and a spark of determination lit her eyes.
She was not nothing. She was not a hollow porcelain doll. She was a Rosier! And she will prove herself to be more than a doll to everyone, even to herself, even if it is the last thing she does, but she will do it. She is not nothing ā she is everything.
With newfound strength and determination warming her, suddenly boiling blood, Druella Rosier closed her eyes, wiping at a few wayward tears, as she drifted back to sleep.
ā HEADCANONS:
1. Druella is extremely arachnophobic ā one time she found a tarantula in her room, in France, as the very look at the eight-legged creature sent her screaming in horror. She is aware itās an irrational fear, as it ever harmed her, but the amount of hairy legs leaves her squealing.
2. Her life was all milk and honey, but ever since she witnessed horror and realized what was coming ahead, she has been plagued by nightmares of her family perishing in the flames of war ā she even dreams of Cygnus dying and it scares her to the point where she wakes up shivering.
3. Her favourite colour is pink, all shades of it, but she is also quite fond of green, especially dark, emerald. On the same note, her favourite gemstone is Emerald, but she finds certain gracefulness in blue sapphire, too.
4. Her favourite season is winter, as snow makes everything seem more ethereal, more perfect and pure. She feels like the season is hers, and she feels such calmness and serenity as she watches the snow fall.
5. Her deepest and darkest secret is that, sometimes, she dreams about being a Muggle. She wonders how would her life look like if she were born completely oblivious of magic and the existence of witchcraft. She would never admit this to anyone, not even under torture or Veritaserum, but she often wonders about it, and there is a part of her which feels a prang of sympathy and longing when it comes to it. However, she is too poisoned by the pureblood supremacy to ever truly desire to be one, but stillā¦ She wonders.
CONGRATULATIONS, CAMERON!
YOUāVE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF SILAS FAWLEY
ADMIN NOTE: Silas has always been one of my favourite characters - that cunning, imperial standard which he holds is one that Iāve waited with bated breath to see brought to life. I was so delighted to see him captured in such stunning excellence in your app, and Iām beyond excited to see you two join us!Ā [ We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment HERE. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl within 24 hours with your account. ]
ā OUT OF CHARACTER ā
ā NAME/ALIAS, AGE, & PRONOUNS
Cameron, 18, he/him.
ā TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY
EST. 5/10. I currently work full time and I am about to move, plus I am apart of another roleplay. I can guarantee being on like, at least every three days pretty much. Not every day, mostly because work can sometimes really sap my energy, but generally I try and be prompt with replies at least.
ā IN CHARACTER ā
ā DESIRED ROLE:
( SILAS FAWLEY )
SILAS ā As a young child, one who poured over books of linguistics and the etymology of language, obsessively tagging pages with notes upon notes, the thought of being named after a king was laughable. Silas, the Greek version of Saul, who had been the first king of Israel, was destined for the shadow behind the spotlight, soaking up whatever refracted light he could. Except he realized how he thrived on the stage, the solo performer for the masses of the unassuming and the witless. Soon he felt the word king soon rung in his ears as much his name as the given one.
( He forgets that Saul fell, was a casualty of his own too great ambition )
FAWLEY ā Every story is slightly different, but they all revolve around the clearing. Whether it be by animals who inhabit it or the humans who saw fit to make it in their own image, the forest would give way to patches bathed in heavenly light. All the Fawleyās whoāve come before Silas, all the ones who cowardly played puppeteer to his own respected father, theyāve all paved the way for a true emperor to bend darkness to his will.
( In the end, what is Fawley but a hill on an emptied English countryside, unclaimed and unnamed? )
ā WHO ARE THEY?
( black oxfords you can see your reflection in, razor sharp cheekbones, pausing before you reply, black coffee at midnight, muttering something under your breath, hours poured over dim candlelight, an open textbook in your right hand, the clack of heels across a marble floor, ģ“ė¦¬ģ ė“ ģė¤, the soft hum of a record player, the lonely dampness of empty corridors, sharp teeth and sharper words, clicking your tongue in disapproval, gripping a bishop so hard your knuckles turn white, grinning every time you overhear your name. )
Silas is complicated, for lack of a better word. I liken him to a military leader, a general who has usurped power for himself. He isnāt a warlord or a traditional general, where brute force and strength of will often take center stage. He is more of a tactician, looking for every underhanded opportunity to overtake an opponent. Everything is but a game to Silas, he treats it all the same. Whether itās a game of chess that will be over before it truly begins, or a war where hundreds of lives are at stake, he treats it all the same. The world is a puzzle, people are pieces, and the more Silas can use them to his own advantage, the better. I donāt see him bowing his head to a spineless king, or any king for that matter. He has aims for the top, to be Minister of Magic, to tear the Wizarding World piece by piece and rebuild it to fit his own desires. He is the sort of person with few loyalties and he only hands them out to a precious few, those he deems on equal footing.
He doesnāt know how to pick his battles, doesnāt care for retreat under any circumstance. Asserting dominance by his lack of cowardice, even when heās tasting blood and bile at the back of his mouth. From the smallest disrespect to an insult of the highest order, itās all incurs the same wrath. Silasā anger doesnāt burn hot, itās ice cold, a chill that rattles bones and freezes the handās he tightly grips. His smiles are warm and inviting, but ultimately ring hollow and fake, there is no one whom Silas would show such kindness too. Heās clawed his way to the top, held his head higher than the Western elite, on a stage all his own elevated from the masses. He is alone, but he is feared, respected. Ā
ā ANALYSIS:
birthdate ā July 25th, 1926. It is warm and rainy when Silas is born, the droplets heavy on the roof of the palace as he gulped his first breath. There is a stillness and calm that follows, a stark shift from the brewing of war around him. He is a tiger, talent and will distilled, skills as an orator unparalleled. The West insists he is a lion, based on on the month and date he was born, but Silas cares naught for how the West wishes to define celestial destiny. Ā
gender identity & pronouns ā Bigender, he/him. Silas is not devoid of the idea of man and woman, for others to treat him as lacking these things is a clear misunderstanding. Silas is man and woman together, not either one exists within him without the other. Westernerās always had strange questions that followed, as if heād thrust open a door that had been closed inside their minds. Itās disappointing, truly.
sexuality & romantic preference ā Damian. Bisexual, biromantic. Of course Silas has preferences, those who are cunning and clever, will indulge his games and puzzles has a significant leg up from the competition. Itās not simply that Silas will lie with any warm body thatās flung his way, itās that Silas cares little for the gender or sex of any prospective partner.
wand ā Fir wood, phoenix feather core, fourteen inches, unyielding. Thereās a saying in wizarding England, the wand chooses the wizard. Instead, it was Silas who chose his wand, demanded loyalty from it and molded the wand to his will. Itās traditional for a father to present his own childhood wand to his son, but Silas found it weak and easily commanded. He craved a wand with challenge, specifically sought one who wouldnāt yield at the drop of a hat. Itās a symbol to him of strength, of the immense skills he possesses.
boggart ā Infinite stretches of rolling British countryside, of sun and green touching the entirety of the world. There is a soft breeze and he is but nothing, his name means nothing and he has accomplished nothing. There is beauty and boredom all at once. (There are visions of blood, hazey flashes when he closes his eyes. Sword plunged into his gut, by his own hand. A noble death for an insurmountable failure.)
amortentia ā Ā Silas brews this potion early in his Hogwarts career, much before itās covered in class, late night in the dungeons under the watchful eye of candlelight. Itās cold snow, the stench of thick smoke, of fireworks long burned out, dripping and rotting earth, fresh blood. And something twists within Silas, a heaviness so pervasive he kicks over the cauldron in a fit of anger.
patronus ā Thereās a flutter, wings of stark black and white as your patronus swirls around. Silas is certain heāll receive taunting remarks, mostly in jest, at the animal heās cast, but truthfully, the opinions of others mean little. The red-crowned crane is quite fitting for him; beauty, opulence and quiet deadliness intertwined. The Westerners can laugh all theyād like, Silas prefers they underestimate him anyway.
ā CONNECTIONS:
DAMIAN ROWLE ā Silas isnāt blind, in fact heās quite perceptive, but itād take an imbecile of the first-degree to turn their eyes away from the abuse Damian suffers at the hands of their father. His heart feels cold and stiff, as if itās been hardened through time itself, but Damian can thaw it with a single look, one word, a simple gesture. They are Silasā best friend, theyāre his family; Silas loves them more than any other person that walks the earth. Not the fickle eros, the sexual desire that flickers with a simple blow, itās agape, itās a bond beyond words. Silas is not a soldier, not a caregiver in any right, but for Damian heāll be anything. Heāll smooth their hands and push their face into the silken fabric of his robes, slide next to them at the Hufflepuff table amid looks of scorn, straddle the brooms that scare him so. The only one deserving of his tenderness, Silas will give his soulmate everything.
( Iād like to think of Silas and Damianās relationship as being complex, in that strange void where you know a person means something deeply to you, you just arenāt sure exactly where it falls. For Silas, I do think he sees Damian as a surrogate sibling in one regard, but occasionally it dips into a different desire all together. Personally, I think Silas is deluding himself about Damian, somewhat unwillingness to see the darkness that surrounds him. I think playing that part of the relationship is what will be interesting, for me. )
ABRAXAS MALFOY ā To take down a king, you must first earn his respect. It seemed fit then, for Silas to prove his worth to the so called golden boy of the west through the most noble way possible. Chess was their playing field, the battleground that would show whether or not Silas would begrudgingly accept him as an equal. Match after match, wavering between wins and loses, Silas has learned to respect the way the Abraxas plays, despite the contempt he often holds for the Slytherin. They are not friends, not in the slightly, barest association with the word, but Silas knows lust for power when he sees it. Perhaps heāll rear his head as an enemy, eyeing the gilded crown Silas is desperate to claim. Until then, heāll keep the Malfoy heir close, throw him a favor if he ever has a relapse in pride. Use him until heās no longer useful.
( I think Abraxas and Silas could have a lot of tense chemistry, this sort of bickering back and forth through veils of wit. Despite Silasā unwillingness to admit it, I do think he could let Abraxas in to the small circle of people heād call friends, though their similarity would drive him up the wall. Itās the sort of relationship I can see growing in many directions, they could end up in a myriad of different circumstances from rivals, to frenemies to close confidants. )
CALLA PARKINSON ā Itās unusual for Silas to find someone he plays so well with, the majority of those supposedly of noble birth as dull and lackluster as the average rock. Calla is gleaming, a cut diamond dirtied by fate, with a wit almost as quick as his own. She is the ally Silas craves, one who will toe the edge of taste and challenge his own brilliance. A future partner perhaps, Silas could easily see her as an ally worth keeping close during his political dominance. If sheās looking for a way to the top, Silas doesnāt mind offering a helping hand to the drowned queen.
( Iām pretty much in love with Calla and I love potential dynamic between the two of them. I see them almost more overtly crass with one another than Silas will be with anyone else, constantly pushing and pulling, seeing how far he can go with her. He does respect Calla in his own way I believe, after all he puts up with her critiques of him. Itās a very political relationship, more about mutual benefit than any affection. )
ā WRITING SAMPLES ā
ā PARA SAMPLE(S):
Pawn to F4
A pathetic thing to send to someone like Silas, a shaking underclassman who seemed more suited to Hufflepuff than the stripes of green and silver wound around their neck. He knows this means little in the grand scheme of the universe, itās an opening move sent to gather information on Silaās style of play, more than a legitimate try at a check. The question on their lips surprises him even less, his ears hearing more than just the whisper of his own name.
āPureblood supremacy?ā
Pawn to E6
Silas has made sure to include a tick in his voice, an uncertaintyā almost as if heās confused by the inquiry, begging with his softened honey eyes and quirked eyebrow to have it explained. Itās a ploy, a fake; all apart of the opening. If this is his way of testing Silas, of trying to tempt him towards their little circle of followers, he has sorely underestimated him. Either that or the man himself hasnāt been paying much attention.
Pawn to G4
So he feigns ignorance, his sweet smile turning sour as the Slytherin with a complexion as white as a ghost attempts to draft an explanation between their stuttering. Angelic features and heavenly kissed skin melt into inky blackness, darker than the night. Like a fox, annoyance and slyness become intertwined, as words intermingled inside of his head, aligning themselves into a reply of both wit and insult.
Itās simple mathematics, really. Perhaps if the Westerners werenāt so ritualistically obsessed with history that clearly didnāt matter, theyād see it as well. Simply put, the number of purebloods dwindle with each coming generation, the number of students of mixed and muggle blood will grow. If they wished to become severely inbred, then Silas couldnāt fault them much, considering that was the inevitable. Fine by him, if the Knights would willingly give up pieces for Silasā army, who was he to criticize?
āA foolās game, you speak of. An idiotic idea for pathetic children trying to cling to legacies beyond them.ā
Queen to H4
Check.
Their face falls, clearly this hasnāt been the interaction theyād been expecting. Though, it seems as if everything had smooth like polished marble, the feeling across his hand soft and velvety. It was too perfect, too quick; no skilled strategist would so candidly fall into the foolsmate, the four move death sentence. āTell Tom I say hello,ā he calls as the student scampered off, venoming dripping from his voice as he quietly seethed at the interaction.
āCheckmate.ā It was but a mumble, a soundless whisper under his breath that felt more forced than earned. Silas had every move mapped in his head, every possible scenario laid out on a board in front of him. An opponent who slides through Silasā grasp like a snake out of water, refuses to follow the rules set for them, they are someone to watch out for.
He has no intention of being subservient to a mad king.
ā HEADCANONS:
i. There is one weakness among the pantheon of skills Silas excels at, flying. Thereās something about being on a broom, hundreds of feet in the air, wind whipping around his lithe frame that utterly and completely terrifies him. He brushes it off to most by disinterest, he only cares about Quidditch for the sake of Damian, other that that, itās a sport for buffoons whoād rather attack each other than employ any real strategy. An obvious lie, but Silas will cling to it until his death.
ii. If thereās one thing Silas truly has made space for, itās Potions. Itās by far his best subject, along with the one he enjoys more than not. While Slytherin often gets named as the house for potioneers, Silas has made it one of his tasks to overtake that stereotype by being more brilliant than any current or former member of Slytherin house, permanently stamping his name on part of Hogwartās history. Often he breaks into the Potionās classroom during a late night session for ingredients, materials, or even just a quiet place to work. If he wasnāt so dead-set on Minister of Magic or nothing, Silas would of briefly considered a career in the field.
iii. There are times where Silas does wish he was sorted in Slytherin house, among the peers he finds to be the most challenging and of the utmost birth, slotting himself among ancient royalty. He truthfully believes heād quickly adapt to any house the god-forsaken hat would have slotted him in, even among Gryffindors with their brazen attitudes and insurmountable courage. It didnāt mean he had no place in mind, with visions of silver and green tied around his neck in his sights since childhood. Ravenclaw is fine, of course, Silas has no qualms with it. Though, he expected more from himself. Ā
iv. Silas loathes wizarding robes, his disciplinary record is all but pristine except for the numerous uniform violations heās had over the course of his studies. He finds them dull and drab, shapeless and loose when Silas demands to be draped in finely tailored and tight fitting garments. Heās slowly gotten away with more and more as heās aged, with only disappointed looks sent his way for wearing a carefully embroidered hooded cape, stark white in contrast to the muddy shades of brown and black. His clothing style is elegant and showy, of Korean excellence and Western sensibility combined.
v. While English is the norm at Hogwarts, Silas prefers to speak in every language but. When speaking to Anton, heāll use curt and formal Russian, pronunciation almost without imperfection For Ariadne heāll shift between French and Chinese, sometimes every other sentence will be in the other language. Heāll introduce himself in his mother tongue, offering ģ ģ“ė¦ģ ģ¤ė¼ģ ėė¤. ė¹ģ ģ ģ¹ė¶ģ ģė ź²ģ“ ģ¦ź²ģµėė¤, to those that ask his name.
ā FREESTYLE/EXTRA:
Hereās my tag for him on my blog (kind of sparce at the moment), a pinterest board for him, and a cool cool playlist!
Hello everyone! Just a small update to say that all pages and tags should now be updated, and that the next round of acceptances will be taking place tomorrow (Sunday) at 9 PM EST! In terms of what is coming up in-game, a brief outline of my plan goes as follows:Ā
Brief recap of Quidditch match (Gryffindor v. Slytherin)Ā
Brief recap & playing period for Slughornās Welcome Dinner
Announcement of new event & timestamp
These will be coming in the next 48 hours. In the meantime, please feel free to start posting on the dash again! Old threads can definitely be continued as we move forward.Ā
As an admin of a different rp, I say, BRAVO! Not only is the theme beautiful but the writing is outstanding, a cut above the rest of the rp com, if I do say so myself. I'm 110% intimidated and don't think I could live up to your writing by applying, so I'm just passing through to congratulate you on a job very well done!
This is such a late reply, but thank you so so much! This was a lovely message to receive, and I hope that you may consider applying someday!
are any of the currently taken characters going to become open? i really want to apply for a currently open character but there's a taken character i have an eye on but i'm unsure if the mun has indicated interest in continuing.
Only Walburga has been opened as of this moment! I would definitely encourage you to apply for the currently open character if youāre interested - weād love to see new faces around!
Hello everyone! As you can tell, Iām finally back! Iām so grateful for your patience and understanding through the past few weeks - and Iām immensely happy to see that nearly all current players have liked the previous post, indicating that theyād like to stay.Ā
This upcoming weekend, all pages and tags will be updated, a new plot drop will be posted, and things should start up once again! In the meantime, feel free to send memes around, reply to any old threads or starters, or simply pop into the OOC blog to chat. For all prospective applicants, this is also a prime time to apply - Iād love to see our open roles taken up!Ā Thank you all so much, Iām excited for whatās to come!
