Adrién du Lac

Adrién du Lac - Character Application

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I confirm that I filled my character sheet located on my profile (Yes or No): Yes.

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

In case you are an adult, what was your house at school?: -

Example Role-play (100 words min.):
The floor creaked, and Adrién cursed at every little sound he made. There was the door, ornate and out of place considering the rest of the house. He silently moved towards it, moving on his toes with socks on to minimize sound. He still had his pajamas on. Hell… it was two o’clock in the morning…

The door opened with another loud creak, revealing the study behind it. Bookshelves lined the walls full with old tomes. The things he could learn from them if he had the time, but that was one thing he didn’t have in a big supply right now… Time. Instead, he focused his attention on the most important thing in the room. There, right behind the desk that stood in the middle of the room, kept on a gilded pedestal, covered in a glass case. His mother’s wand. He stood there for a moment, looking around and making sure there wasn’t any kind of trap here. It was his own house, and this was his mother’s own room. But you could never know for sure, she was a wizard after all. As soon as he felt comfortable that he wouldn’t get a fireball in the face as soon as he stepped through the door, he made some careful steps to enter the room. He kept his gaze fixed on the glass cabinet as he stalked past the bookshelves, throwing up dust as he passed them. The desk was filled with open books and loose paper, some scribbled with strange symbols that completely eluded his understanding. The feather on the writing quill had a strange texture to it, he wondered what kind of creature it could have possibly belonged to, but at a moment of imagination, he would rather not find out. He was at the pedestal now, carefully brushing the edges of the cabinet with the tops of his fingers. There was still a chance of him turning back and just forgetting about it….. But a desire kept him staring at the wand that lay inside, and without really thinking about it, he unclasped the seal of the cabinet.

The wand looked old. Dark wood lined with delicate silver wire, that had already dulled to a slight black in some places. Obvious signs of wear by usage. He gently lifted the wand from it’s little standard, holding it with one hand to admire it’s beauty a little longer. What was he supposed to do with it now? Say something right? He started pointing it at random stuff, but couldn’t seem to find the words for a spell. A gust of wind caught his attention, and the door to the study swung open, a dark figure standing at the opening. The wand was ripped from his grasp, and flew to the hands of the person at the door. “Adrien……Adrien.... I would have thought you to be smarter than that.” Aliona, his mother, entered the room, tapping the wand on her lips.


Other questions

Is English your first language? Yes or No:: Nope.
Active time on site per day: I always check my forumRP sites at least once a day, probably more though.
Is your username your character's first and last name capitalized? (If no, place request to fix it here): Yup
Are you over 13 in real life? (You don't need to lie, it's just a survey): Yup.