accio ;; semi-lit hogwarts rp ;; open

[white deer]

Accepted! I'll add you to the front as well as updating everything c: Uhh... I'll try to post but I was hoping the RPer of Catherine would first unu }

[mamba]

[ kellen ]
[ name ] [kellen jace mercer]
[ age ] [ sixteen ]
[ birthday ] [ january first ]
[ zodiac ] [ capricorn ]
[ gender ] [ male ]

[ house ] [ slytherin ]
[ year ] [ sixth ]
[ quidditch ] [ keeper ]
[ blood ] [ pure ]
[ pet ] [ ferret . arista ]
[ wand ] [ ten inches . ash . dragon heartstring ]
[ patronus ] [ barracuda ]
[ boggart ] [ unknown ]

[ best class ] [ transfiguration ]
[ worst class ] [ history of magic ]

[ bio ] [ on a fine day near the beginning of january, a woman named kaia mercer went into labor. after twenty hard hours, she and her husband, a man by the name of elliot mercer, were blessed with a healthy young boy named kellen. they were overjoyed that they had managed to bring another pure-blood wizard into the world. the boy was raised on a large plantation home in southern mississippi, and given an excellent education by his mother, who stayed at home to ensure that her son would be no less than the best. when he was nearly eleven kellen was sent to live with his grandparents in the english countryside, just as his father had many years before.
there was no doubt in anyone's mind that kellen would be sorted into slytherin, just as his parents, grandparents, great grandparents, and every other relative he had that had attended hogwarts had been. shopping in diagon alley was nothing new for the young wizard, but it was still rather exciting. he was glad to finally have his robes and books. finding a wand was a difficult task for him, however. no wand was properly responding to his power, so he was sent home without one. it made him angry and upset. however, once he returned to his grandparents' home, he found many gifts waiting for him. with the gifts was a fine wand, ten inches long. he gave it a flick and it responded well, giving his grandmother a smile. the wand had been her father's when he attended hogwarts. kellen also received a few green ties and a family ring.
throughout his first few years at hogwarts, the boy was able to prove himself athletic and intelligent. he excelled in transfiguration, potions, and defense against the dark arts. quidditch was easy for him, and as a second year he made keeper. however, he rarely paid attention in history of magic, preferring to flirt wildly. ]
[ personality ] [ bold . witty . charming ]
[ weak ] [ stubborn . obsessive . insecure ]
[ strong ] [ quick . witty . dedicated ]

[ hair ] [ dark brown . swept ]
[ eyes ] [ dark blue ]
[ build ] [ tall . toned ]
[ skin ] [ light tan ]
[ height] [ six feet two inches]
[ weight ] [ one hundred sixty-two pounds ]

[ piercings ] [ none ]
[ tattoos ] [ none ]
[ modifications ] [ none ]
[ style ] [ classy ]

[ sexuality ] [ heterosexual ]
[ love ] [ no crush . no partner ]
[ children ] [ n/a ]

[white deer]

Accepted!

[mamba]

kellen mercer . slytherin . sixth year

"I'll see y'all round Christmas. Love ya gran, pops," the sixth year nodded respectfully to his grandparents. He then swung himself up onto the Hogwarts Express, taking one last look at station nine and three quarters. It was almost the last time he would lay eyes on it before he was a certified adult.

Kellen straightened himself so he was at his full height of six feet two inches, where next to no one dared interrupt his path- especially not first or second years. He considered himself to be rather nice, but that kindness extended only to his fellow Slytherin students and other pure-bloods. As he walked down the long train car, he found himself stopping at a car containing no other students. Sliding the door open, he sat down his bags and pulled his ferret, Arista, from his pocket.

"C'mon Arista, you can sit by the window an enjoy the ride," he helped his ferret climb up and rest on the window's edge. She stared out, and he took the time to fix his deep green tie and straighten out his black button up shirt.

[ratsy]

Shelly Robinson

|| Fourth Year || Slytherin || On the Train ||
Shelly's clothing bugged her quite a bit, making her feel like a muggle. However, that was the best she could get at her Dad's, and she wasn't one to complain. But no time to change into her uniform would be too soon. It wasn't that she really hid her muggle father, but it wasn't that she was open about it. Quite the contrary, actually.
She decided that the seating didn't really matter right now (come on, it's only a train ride, few hours long) and turned into the first one that wasn't stuffed to the brim. The last thing she wanted was to jammed to a wall with a gazillion other people. Gosh, now the muggle slang was catching up to her. "Gazillion" wasn't exactly a word commonly used in the wizard community. She'd have to watch her tongue until it wore off. Colonel shifted in the pocket of her hoodie. The rat liked muggle clothes no more than she did, she noted with a smile.
She tapped on the wall of a compartment lightly before entering.
"Hi," She gave the people inside an easy smile, not actually looking at them. She normally put at least a little real warmth into her smiles: the best lie was based on the truth. "I realize I'm... well, rather late, but would it be alright if I joined you?"
That was only when she looked at the person. Another Slytherin, a few years older than her. She knew every Slytherin by face, and he was easy to remember, as she played on the Quiddich team. Kellen, the keeper. She didn't remember his last name, only that it sounded like "Mercury" or something.
She never knew him that well, but hopefully he didn't have anything against her. There were little people who did. Her rat peeked out of her pocket, and she hurried to hush him back in, not wanting to seem like a slob.

[mamba]

kellen mercer . slytherin . sixth year

He glanced up when he heard a soft knock on the door. It was a girl who he played Quidditch with. She was a fourth year, if he remembered right, and had questionable blood lines. "Shelly, right? And don't worry- my second year there was a Hufflepuff who had to sprint to catch the train. Real funny," He spoke with his southern drawl still strongly intact. Kellen had spent the entirety of his summer back home in Mississippi, drinking fine sweet tea and enjoying the view.

He could see that she was muggle in some way, whether or not she wanted to admit it. It didn't bother him that she wasn't a pure-blood, as one of her parents bestowed enough magic into her blood that she was blessed as a Slytherin. The young man noticed her pocket moving rather crazily, and cocked his head slightly.

"Ya know, it is fine to have a pet out here, it isn't like we aren't allowed to have one," he nodded to Arista before shaking his head slightly. Slytherins weren't stupid with bravery like Griffindors typically were, but they were not afraid to break a few rules, nor were they socially awkward. He didn't like how shy she was, but it could be anxiety, or even distrust because he barely knew her. The only reason he even knew her name was because she was on his team. Without that, he had never really heard of her outside of Quidditch.

[white deer]

((Just making a little post here c: I think I'm going to replace my girl Slytherin with a male character but I'm not yet sure.))

With a loud squeal similar to a teapot, the train began to move. Students rushed to peer out the windows and say a final goodbye, others rushed to find cabins where they could stay. The train lurched forward, slowly picking up pace until it was out of the station. The weather outside was pleasant. Sunny and bright, barely any puffy white clouds in the sky. Once the train would be out of london, the trees would be heavy, bright and green. Soon, they'd be turning the orange color of fall, as Hogwarts always started the new term in September. Rosy cheeked and excited first years rushed and huddled together in some cabins, more than ready to be sorted. Other students who had been before were entering compartments with their friends, if they had any. Some were just alone, in hopes another would come to join them. It was a normal occurrence for anybody of any year to be too shy to sit with others. It was just something that happened, whether they had companions in school or not.

But nobody could deny an eerie feeling. Something was to happen that year but what, nobody knew. It was just a feeling, a hunch. Even the Headmaster, a young woman was pacing in her study. Perhaps she heard advice she dare not forget, or maybe she just felt as off ease as others did, but there wasn't denying something was to happen. Soon, they didn't know. But eventually, yes.

((I've been thinking about plot ideas. I have a few but they still need developing.
I was considering having Dementors attack the train because there's a prisoner escaped from azkaban, one who will eventually try to take down the ministry and close hogwarts. they take over somehow by maybe using polyjuice potion and find a reason to close hogwarts down and are determined to avenge voldemort or something. I'm not sure. But the kids would (most likely) be disappointed and then they'd be their mischevious selves and, I presume, send their parents owls saying they were wrong about hogwarts and are actually staying and one of the smarter ones/the headmaster/whatever likke decided "we're going to make an army/school/whatever" and so they go to the dark forest and maybe dig underground and form a little hideout/army or something. or MAYBE they take hogwarts for themselves and attempt to teach people how to fight and theyre going to retake the ministry and put the wizarding world at peace aafain. it still needs LOTS of developing but it's what i have. opinions?))

[ratsy]

Shelly Robinson

|| Fourth Year ||Half-Blood || Slytherin || On the Train ||
"Hufflepuffs," She laughed, clearly imagining one running after the train, dropping his stuff all over the place. "If anything, they're great sources of amusement. I mean, there's certainly an amount of talent involved in order to get into as many accidents as they manage to."
Carefully producing Colonel out of her pocket, she set him onto her lap. He squeaked loudly, obviously hyper after the time spent in her pocket.
"Your ferret, she, um, won't eat small animals?" Shelly asked, concerned to let the tiny rat run around if he could get eaten. She had to wrestle him out of many mouths of different animals (and her step-brother's) before, and didn't particularly enjoy the experience. The train moved steadily, and despite herself, Shelly began to relax, feeling like a fish being gradually lowered back into water. Hogwarts was approaching, and her muggle family getting moved back. As much as she cared for her dad, she simply didn't belong back in the chaotic house.

[the plot sounds great!]

[mamba]

kellen mercer . slytherin . sixth year

His eyes flicked up as the train started moving, assuring himself that Arista would be okay as the train was moving. The fellow Slytherin asked him a question, and he chuckled in response. "She only eats steak and salmon," he said. "I won't let her eat anything else, it makes me nervous that she'll get rabies or some other disease," he spoke with a dry tone.

He ran a few fingers through his hair, and straightened his tie once again. Kellen was rather picky about his appearance, though he was not quite obsessive compulsive about it. The ring that sat on his right ring finger was artisan quality, with his family crest embedded on the top. Khaki pants were his usual, though he occasionally exchanged them with black pants depending on the color of his button up. His shoes were always black dress shoes, regardless. He only wore something different when he was outside of Hogwarts, and usually when he was spending time with one of his special female friends.

[ratsy]

Shelly Robinson

|| Fourth Year ||Half-Blood || Slytherin || On the Train ||
"Oh. Right, sorry." She suddenly felt stupid for being so overprotective about a rat. She set colonel gently on the ground.
"I better go change into school uniform. I don't want to arrive looking like a-" She paused for a moment, but no more expressive word came into her mind. "-muggle."
Taking her robes out of her bag, she carefully opened the door to make sure that neither the ferret or the rat were able to slip out and quietly slipped out, hoping not too many people saw her as she ducked into a tiny girl's restroom.
It felt amazing to exchange the jeans, t-shirt and hoodie for her school uniform. She had grown another half an inch over the summer, so it was a little short, but she didn't mind. It smelled of Hogwarts, and that was one of her favorite smells. It felt like Hogwarts, too, though maybe it was just her.
Just as she was about to exit, she remembered to remove the smiley-face earrings she'd never admit she liked. No one would notice, anyway, behind her curly hair, but taking them off made her feel like she was leaving everything muggle behind.
Walking much straighter and with a feeling of relief, she returned to the compartment.