FALCON, artemis selena (WIP)

[artemis]

ARTEMIS SELENA

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name;

[/color] Artemis Falcon
nicknames;[/color] Art, Artie
age & birthday; 17, January 13
school year; Seventh
school house; Ravenclaw
sexual preference; Straight[/blockquote][/size]

(( Lower it proceeds ))
(( To carry out it’s deed ))

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wand; 12 in, Oak, Mermaid Scale core
blood status; Muggle born
patronus; Art's patronus is a falcon. Her favorite memory that she uses to conjure this majestic bird is that of her sister and her playing in the lake by her house when they were little; her sister has since then died.
boggart; Art's biggest fear is disappointing anyone, especially herself. She hates to fail at anything and will work twice as hard as everyone else to get the prize in the end if that's what it takes.
mirror of erised; Basically, Art has a complex with being the BEST at everything she does. Because that is impossible, she has to settle for her best.
amortenia; Lavender, the forest, and burning wood.
veritaserum; She's failed her parents more than once, but she hasn't told them: between the eating disorder and the cheating, she's sure they'd disown her.
magical background; more detail if you’re pure blood or half blood, what they know, how they reacted to their Hogwarts letter, all that jazz.

(( It holds a note for one ))
(( The one who has begun ))

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likes; at least five
dislikes; at least five
turn ons; at least three
turn offs; at least three
strengths; three or four
weakness; three or four
personality; about two large paragraphs, or at least six personality points with a few sentences of explanation.

(( To plan out his attack ))
(( And get back on track ))

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hair; length and style colour etc
eyes; colour and stuff
face; basics, shape & stuff
body; body shape and stuff like that
distinguishing features; scars or tattoos or birthmarks, things like that
personal style; what they wear and make up and stuff like that
play by; obvious

(( Standing strong ))
(( Will be the only way ))

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parents; names, ages, jobs
siblings; names, ages, jobs/school places
other; cousins or aunts etc with names, ages, jobs etc
pets; obvious

(( Done with school ))
(( What are NEWTs to him anyway? ))

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family history; where they from, how far does the magic in the family go back (if you can) about a paragraph
personal history; a few good paragraphs, we want to know about your character so the more the better

(( So no matter wrong ))
(( And no matter right ))

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alias; what shall we call you
age; obvious
experience; so we know what we’re dealing with
password; go find it
roleplaying sample;

The breeze that lifted her wings was cold, freezing almost, since she was pretty high up, but that didn't bother Artemis too much. No, her main concern at the moment was seeing just how high she could actually get. She wasn't really paying attention to her surroundings, which is usually an important thing to take note of, flying or otherwise; her eyes were trained on the full moon, one that seemed so close yet so far. In this moonlight, the black feathers on her raven body glittered a blueish hue, the human eyes - hazel - remaining unchanged while the rest of her had morphed entirely into this creature. It was precisely this lack of attention, this leaning towards animalistic reflexes, relying on her bird senses while still trying to remain human, that caused the collision. She looked up just in time to see the high branches, a tree that clearly towered over the rest of the woods that bordered the small park that she was flying over, before she flew full force into the trunk itself.

For a moment, the world went black, and her mind registered only pain in her left.....wing? Arm? The place where the collision had had the most contact, that was how she had to think about it at the moment. This pain and confusion lasted until she was dumped on the ground, having fallen probably a good twenty feet down from the crash site. She tried to get up, focusing now on getting herself to a place where she could examine her wounds, but a whimper caught her off guard. Was someone else out here with her? No - she realized now that the whimper had come out of her own mouth. Somewhere along the fall, unwilling, she had changed back to her human form. Now clothed in only a black tank top and ripped denim shorts, she could feel the full chill of the late night. She settled on sitting up for now, slowly, lifting her torso until it was perpendicular to the ground...which took much more effort and care than it should have. She was scared now, scared to see the extent of the damage.

It was only once she had herself in this sitting position that she saw her arm. It was bent at an impossible angle at the elbow and, down near her forearm, a gash had been cut by the tough bark into the delicate skin. So, not only did she probably have a broken arm, but she was quickly losing blood as well. This did not bode well. She quickly ran through her limited list of options as to how to escape this situation. Calling someone was out of the question, as she did not have her phone on her. The park wasn't that far from home, but she doubted she could walk back, seeing as she was likely to pass out. Also, she knew it would be impossible to fly with one wing. So, what did that leave her with? Looking, Art realized she was just off of one of the well used trails, shown by its pattern of criss-crossing footprints. If she could make it up the path, maybe she could find someone. It was not likely, as it was almost 1 AM, however, she didn't have many other options. She began her hike slowly, shivering, trying to put the pain out of her mind. Ten feet down the path, the world went black again.

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This application was made by Ashers
If you steal it I will set blind ninjas
After you so you have been warned

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