Post by Jacki on Oct 15, 2008 14:33:19 GMT -5
ooc name: Jacki
character's name: Leila Maybelle Engel
character's age: 22
character's former house: Ravenclaw
occupation: Daily Prophet; Head of the Editorial.
how can we contact you?: email, jackiness@ymail.com.
how you found us: Advertisement on the Harry Potter Dialogue Center.
maybe we'll find: Better Days.
sample:Hm... I have a sample from a letter-form rp that I think is good. However, if you rather I give a normal RP, then I will gladly supply one.
Hóla Ted,
I do hope you don't mind being bombarded by letters - I'm sure you are quite popular among the ladies by now; you always were such a gentleman. Vacationing in Spain proved to be one of the best decisions of my life (I'm sure you can tell by my astoundingly good Spanish - I've even learned how to ask where the bathroom is) and by far one of the most interesting trips I have ever taken. As it turns out, there is a muggle sport called bull fighting, which consists of a man dressed in tights and a curiously french-looking beret waving a red flag at a bull. It's quite amusing, especially when the man loses and is chased by the animal. A peculiar form of entertainment, but enjoyable nonetheless.
Oh yes! As I have been meaning to tell you - I finally found a nice job. At Hogwarts, too, of all places! Why, your almost-cousin who could never hold down a job - a teaching position! And you'll never guess what it is - it's bloody care of magical creatures! I barely even passed the subject, and they run up to me like ants to a picnic and practically beg on their knees for me to come teach there. I suppose it's since my dad was the "widely acclaimed grandson of the brilliant Newt Scamander" that I'll pass on some of his knowledge. Well, it's a load of bull if you ask me. I seemed to have gotten my knowledge on the subject from neither mum nor dad, which is downright unfair. Still, I suppose I could ramble on for hours about Crumble-Horned Snorcacks and nobody would care. Just sitting there. Staring at me. I'm so bloody gorgeous, aren't I? Ah, no. I bet it's the rainbow socks that Uncle Ron got me for Christmas last year. Despite the fact that I look like someone threw up a pack of skittles (a type of deliciously vulgar muggle candy) on my feet, they are quite comfortable. Teaching at Hogwarts should be a spot amusing, but I'll still have to come home early from Spain. Here's where I sigh in sadness... sigh. I'll miss the streets of Spain - the stench of fresh cra.p, stray mules that will kick your arse without warning, grossly overweight women with facial hair giving you grossly overpriced souvenir... sigh.
Let's see... I bet you're wondering about how Lorcan is doing. Well, I'm not, but I'll let you know anyways. He's still his same old self - womanizing. Clubbing. Getting drunk. Living with mum and dad; too much of a lazy arse to get himself a bloody job. Well, that's sort of the pot calling the kettle black, but I still can't stand him - I never could. Always getting the attention... outshining me... getting all the girls... the "normal" one... but now I'm rambling as well. Mum and dad are doing just fine. Mum just actually discovered a new species of... well, you'll read all about it in the Daily Prophet. You do still use the subscription I gave you for your eleventh birthday? It's good to keep up with current events. Dad's same as ever - he got a neat little Quidditch Pitch in our backyard. Not that it'll be any use to us, see, mum's never been one for Quidditch (except for commentating. Now, that's something), and dad and Lorcan has about as much athletic ability than you have in you're finger. And that's saying something. Me? I'll be too busy with my job. Ha. Haha. I laugh. Anyway... dad probably just got it to entertain his little buddies. More like mum's, but dad's too socially ambitious to care how much he mooches off of her reputation. Not that I don't mind having you guys over, it's just that dad's a little bit... I don't know how to explain it. But you know what I'm talking about, right? Ah, I'm so glad to have my own little flat. Even though Wales has worse weather than England does - hard to believe, right?
I've been talking about myself way too much. So selfish. Bad, bad Lysander. Sigh. So, now some stuff about you. Still living with Granny Dory? Uncle Harry? All by yourself? Maybe with... Victoire? I heard you guys were getting a little friendly, but that might have been a rumor... you never know. Are you getting bombarded with autographs? Taking care of little Lily and James and Rose and Hugo and Albus? Oh, now they're going to have a tough time at Hogwarts. I'll have to visit them soon; I swear, they are the most charming little kids I've ever seen - besides you, of course. They love me, too... I think. It's hard to read kids! Oh, no, here I go again. I really got to learn to stop talking about myself. Take any good vacations this summer? Read any good books? Gone shopping in Diagon Alley yet? Are you going to take my subject? Are you ever going to grow that mustache? Just kidding about that last part. I think. Anyways, have a nice summer, and I hope to hear back from you soon. Don't let the medical potions get you down! Just remember that story Harry used to tell us about when he had to regrow all the bones in his arm - then you'll almost be drinking hot cocoa. Good luck in love and life; I'll be sure to send you a little souvenir from Spain.
<s>Audios,</s> <s>Adiose,</s> Adíos,
Lysander Lovegood
character's name: Leila Maybelle Engel
character's age: 22
character's former house: Ravenclaw
occupation: Daily Prophet; Head of the Editorial.
how can we contact you?: email, jackiness@ymail.com.
how you found us: Advertisement on the Harry Potter Dialogue Center.
maybe we'll find: Better Days.
sample:Hm... I have a sample from a letter-form rp that I think is good. However, if you rather I give a normal RP, then I will gladly supply one.
Hóla Ted,
I do hope you don't mind being bombarded by letters - I'm sure you are quite popular among the ladies by now; you always were such a gentleman. Vacationing in Spain proved to be one of the best decisions of my life (I'm sure you can tell by my astoundingly good Spanish - I've even learned how to ask where the bathroom is) and by far one of the most interesting trips I have ever taken. As it turns out, there is a muggle sport called bull fighting, which consists of a man dressed in tights and a curiously french-looking beret waving a red flag at a bull. It's quite amusing, especially when the man loses and is chased by the animal. A peculiar form of entertainment, but enjoyable nonetheless.
Oh yes! As I have been meaning to tell you - I finally found a nice job. At Hogwarts, too, of all places! Why, your almost-cousin who could never hold down a job - a teaching position! And you'll never guess what it is - it's bloody care of magical creatures! I barely even passed the subject, and they run up to me like ants to a picnic and practically beg on their knees for me to come teach there. I suppose it's since my dad was the "widely acclaimed grandson of the brilliant Newt Scamander" that I'll pass on some of his knowledge. Well, it's a load of bull if you ask me. I seemed to have gotten my knowledge on the subject from neither mum nor dad, which is downright unfair. Still, I suppose I could ramble on for hours about Crumble-Horned Snorcacks and nobody would care. Just sitting there. Staring at me. I'm so bloody gorgeous, aren't I? Ah, no. I bet it's the rainbow socks that Uncle Ron got me for Christmas last year. Despite the fact that I look like someone threw up a pack of skittles (a type of deliciously vulgar muggle candy) on my feet, they are quite comfortable. Teaching at Hogwarts should be a spot amusing, but I'll still have to come home early from Spain. Here's where I sigh in sadness... sigh. I'll miss the streets of Spain - the stench of fresh cra.p, stray mules that will kick your arse without warning, grossly overweight women with facial hair giving you grossly overpriced souvenir... sigh.
Let's see... I bet you're wondering about how Lorcan is doing. Well, I'm not, but I'll let you know anyways. He's still his same old self - womanizing. Clubbing. Getting drunk. Living with mum and dad; too much of a lazy arse to get himself a bloody job. Well, that's sort of the pot calling the kettle black, but I still can't stand him - I never could. Always getting the attention... outshining me... getting all the girls... the "normal" one... but now I'm rambling as well. Mum and dad are doing just fine. Mum just actually discovered a new species of... well, you'll read all about it in the Daily Prophet. You do still use the subscription I gave you for your eleventh birthday? It's good to keep up with current events. Dad's same as ever - he got a neat little Quidditch Pitch in our backyard. Not that it'll be any use to us, see, mum's never been one for Quidditch (except for commentating. Now, that's something), and dad and Lorcan has about as much athletic ability than you have in you're finger. And that's saying something. Me? I'll be too busy with my job. Ha. Haha. I laugh. Anyway... dad probably just got it to entertain his little buddies. More like mum's, but dad's too socially ambitious to care how much he mooches off of her reputation. Not that I don't mind having you guys over, it's just that dad's a little bit... I don't know how to explain it. But you know what I'm talking about, right? Ah, I'm so glad to have my own little flat. Even though Wales has worse weather than England does - hard to believe, right?
I've been talking about myself way too much. So selfish. Bad, bad Lysander. Sigh. So, now some stuff about you. Still living with Granny Dory? Uncle Harry? All by yourself? Maybe with... Victoire? I heard you guys were getting a little friendly, but that might have been a rumor... you never know. Are you getting bombarded with autographs? Taking care of little Lily and James and Rose and Hugo and Albus? Oh, now they're going to have a tough time at Hogwarts. I'll have to visit them soon; I swear, they are the most charming little kids I've ever seen - besides you, of course. They love me, too... I think. It's hard to read kids! Oh, no, here I go again. I really got to learn to stop talking about myself. Take any good vacations this summer? Read any good books? Gone shopping in Diagon Alley yet? Are you going to take my subject? Are you ever going to grow that mustache? Just kidding about that last part. I think. Anyways, have a nice summer, and I hope to hear back from you soon. Don't let the medical potions get you down! Just remember that story Harry used to tell us about when he had to regrow all the bones in his arm - then you'll almost be drinking hot cocoa. Good luck in love and life; I'll be sure to send you a little souvenir from Spain.
<s>Audios,</s> <s>Adiose,</s> Adíos,
Lysander Lovegood