Nicholas Travers

(Nicholas Travers)- Character Application

I confirm that I have filled all fields with an asterisk (*) located on my profile on the "Profile" Tab: Yes

I confirm that I filled my character sheet located on my profile: Yes

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

Example Role-play (100 words min.): Nicholas rubbed the tiredness from his eyes. The hour was late, but the night was still promising to be long. He had just gotten home from the office, carrying a stack of mail that had been left on his doorstep. Without thought of food or sleep, Nicholas plopped himself into his favorite armchair. He'd had it since he moved into the place - since he was nineteen - and it definitely showed. The burgundy upholstery was wearing in spots to a bright, dark salmon color... or otherwise wearing and fraying away into holes where the upholstery started to peek through. The more cushion-y bits reminded him of the little pygmy puffs he'd spotted in the magical menagerie one time. The wizard sighed as his body sank into the padded goodness. Minor aches and pains from the events of the day began to melt away.

"Now for the mail..." he said, twisting his wrist to flip the letters into his line of sight, glancing downward at the first envelope. "Junk... Junk... will read that later... junk..." Nicholas read off, flicking each sorted item away from the pile with his thumb: junk mail into one pile on the floor, and stuff to read later on the arm of his chair. The last envelope intrigued him. "Donovan and Natalie..." the wizard murmured, flipping the letter from his parents over.

His barn owl, which had been silent in the corner of the living room this whole time, gave a loud screech and flapped its wings as if in flight. It then took off flying in frantic circles around the room. "Whoa!" Nicholas jumped and almost fell out of his chair. He brushed the envelopes out of his way, bolted out of the chair, and held up his forearm for the bird to land on. “Lin bado! Se!” Nicholas commanded the bird in the language he and his siblings had created and utilized to varying degrees since their youth. The owl screeched, gripping its owners forearm in its feet as it came to a complete stop.

Nicholas leaned away from his owl so that the wingspan wouldn’t end up slapping him in the face. “Syl e na...” the wizard murmured. His feathered friend continued to flap its wings, bobbing and weaving along Nick’s arm. He lifted his other hand to guide and stroke the bird into tranquility. “Syl e... Ceni e hon, ne?” Nicholas turned his head to try and see what the owl saw that made it continue to bob this way and that. A single eyebrow twitched: there was nothing that he could see that would have startled the poor thing. He looked to his friend again, and noticed the bird’s chest still heaved with terror. “Gefrea: tellyn e sa. Syl e...” Nick murmured, stroking the owl’s feathers. At long last, the bird calmed down, and bowed its head for a scratch.

“Good girl,” Nick chuckled, obliging the bird with affection.

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Other questions

Is English your first language?: Yes
Active time on site per day: 2-3, give or take, depending on free time
Is your username your character's first and last name capitalized? (If no, place request to fix it here): Yes
Are you over 13 in real life?: Yes

Accepted