Tinúviel Lestrange

Tinúviel Lestrange- Character Application

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In case you are a student, which school?: Hogwarts, Ravenclaw

Example Role-play (100 words min.):
(this is from another site I used to play on)

The wind blew and brushed the sparse grass softly over the ground. Rocks in the valley stood vigilant against a chilly gale, their hardened backs watching their home. The sloping ground was slick with dew this morning. Dew and rain water, yet the ground underneath wasn't so soft with it. Like the surrounding mountains, it was hardened against it. The water was shucked off of it like a fly on your shoulder and devoured by the ever present sun.

Not now, though. The sun was only just creeping above the horizon. Pale gray and pink light was peeking bashfully at the waning night sky. The stars winked out from the blushing new day like a woman who plays hard-to-get. A fog started to creep over Ravenholm, an eery mask. An ill omen.

Making your way through thick fog wasn't necessarily fun. Pressing through it on enemy territory was probably worse. Definitely worse. Shatter snorted moisture away from his nose. Everything reeked of Brotherhood here. Not that he liked Blackheart scent much better. He just liked blood. Blood for his fallen family and past. Blood was what was taken from him, and what he'd take from everyone else. He may even lose his own today, but he didn't care. Life didn't matter to him. All he wanted to do was kill. He was the Reaver's best worker, he thought.

His target today was his biggest yet. Locke, the alpha of the Brotherhood pack. I could be king, Shatter thought greedily. I would be undisputed Alpha. I would own them all. He failed to realize that even if he killed Locke, he'd just be next in line to die. That the Brotherhood wolves would rip him apart eventually to avenge Locke, their true brother.

As he trotted to the heart of the Brotherhood territory, Shatter wondered at his odds of defeating Locke. Locke was massive- a Dire wolf. Shatter.. wasn't. He was a small, skinny, mountain wolf. More than likely, though, he was much faster than Locke. Shatter hoped half-heartedly that would be enough to kill him. This is for you, Shaen.

With the thought of his lost mate still in his mind, Shatter set up his howl of challenge. It was strong, albeit somewhat high pitched. His voice sliced through the early morning air like fangs through flesh. Sleep within a mile radius was impossible now. Locke was being summoned, and the surroundings burned with curiosity. Life thrummed through Shatter. Adrenaline boosted him. He howled again, his song wavering as he postured in the dirt. His dull, grey tail held high, his feet kicking up dirt underneath him. He ended his call with a growl. His yellow eyes eyes were bright with blood lust.

Come and get me.

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