Seth McCormick Holston
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Seth McCormick Holston
(Seth McCormick Holston)- Character Application
I confirm that I have filled all fields with an asterick (*) located on my profile on the "Profile" Tab. (Yes or No?): Yes
I confirm that I filled my character sheet located on my profile (Yes or No): Yes
In case you are a student, which school?:
In case you are an adult, what was your house at school?: Hufflepuff
Example Role-play (100 words min.): Miles was walking through the corridors quietly; hands in pockets and thoughts running wild. The full moon was in a few days and everytime it was close he would get worried. The first time he had turned he had almost killed someone. He had to refrain himself so bad from it. He hated was he was and it killed him inside. It was a constant reminder of his brothers. If only he hadn't taken them camping then they would still be alive and he would just be an average wizard. But that wasn't what happened. He had watched as his brothers were eaten by the creature. He had survived but barely. Just barely he thought as his head looked down at his abdomen. You could not see it when he was dressed but underneath the clothes there was a terrible scar there. It was one the healers could not heal. It was where the foul venom of the creature had entered him. Slowly turning him into what he was now. A Werewolf.
Nothing would change the past but he was forever haunted by it. He glanced back up as he was going down the stairs to outside when he just about stumbled over a girl sitting there. She seemed like she was deep in thought and after walking by her Miles stared at her. A Slytherin by the color of her robes. "You know sitting on the steps isn't the greatest of ideas you know. There are better places to think. Like the library for one." he said smiling.
He had just gotten this job at the library and was enjoying it quite well already. He didn't run it but at least it was a way to get extra money in his pocket. It also let him have a bit of peace and quite so he could write like he wanted or read anything that sparked his interest.
Other questions
Is English your first language? Yes or No: Yes
Active time on site per day: 2-3
Is your username your character's first and last name capitalized? (If no, place request to fix it here):
Are you over 13 in real life? (You don't need to lie, it's just a survey): Yes
I confirm that I have filled all fields with an asterick (*) located on my profile on the "Profile" Tab. (Yes or No?): Yes
I confirm that I filled my character sheet located on my profile (Yes or No): Yes
In case you are a student, which school?:
In case you are an adult, what was your house at school?: Hufflepuff
Example Role-play (100 words min.): Miles was walking through the corridors quietly; hands in pockets and thoughts running wild. The full moon was in a few days and everytime it was close he would get worried. The first time he had turned he had almost killed someone. He had to refrain himself so bad from it. He hated was he was and it killed him inside. It was a constant reminder of his brothers. If only he hadn't taken them camping then they would still be alive and he would just be an average wizard. But that wasn't what happened. He had watched as his brothers were eaten by the creature. He had survived but barely. Just barely he thought as his head looked down at his abdomen. You could not see it when he was dressed but underneath the clothes there was a terrible scar there. It was one the healers could not heal. It was where the foul venom of the creature had entered him. Slowly turning him into what he was now. A Werewolf.
Nothing would change the past but he was forever haunted by it. He glanced back up as he was going down the stairs to outside when he just about stumbled over a girl sitting there. She seemed like she was deep in thought and after walking by her Miles stared at her. A Slytherin by the color of her robes. "You know sitting on the steps isn't the greatest of ideas you know. There are better places to think. Like the library for one." he said smiling.
He had just gotten this job at the library and was enjoying it quite well already. He didn't run it but at least it was a way to get extra money in his pocket. It also let him have a bit of peace and quite so he could write like he wanted or read anything that sparked his interest.
Other questions
Is English your first language? Yes or No: Yes
Active time on site per day: 2-3
Is your username your character's first and last name capitalized? (If no, place request to fix it here):
Are you over 13 in real life? (You don't need to lie, it's just a survey): Yes
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