Several creatures are available on this site. However, we are strict with the caliber of Role players allowed to pursue these creatures and therefore all admins have to consult in order for an application to be accepted. If you do not get a PM stating you are accepted then do not be alarmed - only super members are allowed to be the various things below. In a few months time if you reapply we may reconsider.



Werewolf

Man-wolf. A normal wizard, bitten by another werewolf is cursed on every full moon to transform into a horrific beast - the giant wolf/man, werewolf. Only the wolfs bane potion can tame the beast.


Vampire

Extremely rare in modern times. Vampires are able to lead normal lives with the care available. However, sometimes people get bitten and turn into Vampires, or two vampires mate and produce another.

-Fawne Sugarmoon

Centaur

The wise and mystical centaurs are indeed superior in intelligence to most Wizards. They are proud and noble creatures unrivaled in divination and...show jumping. :)

Full Name: Thane Minstrel
Age: 18
RP Sample: He galloped through the forest, furious with the world. What were all these rumors of creatures being tools of man? Centaurs were not tools of man. They had superior intelligence and were proud creatures who did not interfere with mans world so why did they insist on interfering with theirs. He had warned the world he would not stand for it and his warnings should not have been overlooked. Oh no, they would pay for their insolence. If they were under 17 he would understand, they were easily influenced but any older than that? They had chosen to make an enemy of him and they would pay. Finally he made it to the edge of the forest and removed his bow from his back as he took aim at the blonde man walking through Hogwarts grounds and let the arrow loose.

oops, I guess I made my app foor dorien in the wrong place...lol


approved

Name: Zephyr
Age: 60 years young
RP Sample (At least 100 words): Zephyr knew that his master had given him an impossible task, but he would try it anyways. "Master, Zephyr can't steal the Elder wand! Zephyr can't take the wand... He is too powerful. But Zephyr will try sir... He will try his best." Zeph snapped his fingers and was in a barren place. He assumed that it was protected by the Fidelius Charm. "Ohhhh..." Zephyr cried out, "Zephyr has failed!" He snapped his finger and returned to his master's house. "Master... Zephyr has failed... Zephyr will punish himself..." Zeph proceded to turn on the stove. He placed his hands on the range top and screamed in pain. "Ahhh! Master I'm sorry I've failed you!" Although he failed an impossible task, he still felt bad that he had let his master down. "I'm sorry master..." Zephyr showed him his blackened palms, the smell of burning flesh filled the room. "Zephyr has punished himself, yes he has..."

Approved.


~Mel

Name: Quintius Cassanovaa
Age: 409 (appears 17)
RP Sample (At least 100 words):
It was just after dark, and the streets were still quite busy. Walking down the street the light cover of snow was crunching under his feed. He turned left and sliped silently into the woods, so fast the human's wouldn' have even seen him. He droped the hood of his coat, a thick grey padded coat. Even though he couldn't feel the cold, he would look odd if he walked round in a t-shirt.

He was silently moving through the woods, searching for an animal that could satisfy the thirst that was burning inside him. Having not feed for a few weeks, his eyes had turned from their normall blue to a dark black. He quickly caught the scent of a deer, and breaking into the run soon came across his prey.

Name: James Jonathon Micheal Lynx
Age: very old (centuries), looks 25 (age at which he was bitten)
RP Sample (At least 100 words):
He didn't shun society like a normal vampire, though most believed he should, for he like all the others of his kind struggled with the thirst for blood- but he fought it hard. He still lived among wizards, his wand a tool used regularly- not for bad but good. He had retained his handsome looks, though his eyes were darker and bags lay beneath them when he had not fed, still managed to look 25 though he had been around (human) at the time the school was first opened. He didn't go with what was common , he never had, it was one of the reasons he'd ended up this way- he'd befriended vampires, become friends with them. There were signs, of course- his lasting youth, slightly pointed teeth, dark eyes- but noone seemed to care.
As he walked down the street he wore a black leather jacket with black jeans, no top, eyes scanning everywhere and picking up on everything. He picked upon more than most, he was sharper, much quicker, and when he had taken time among the muggles had proved to be an excellent sportsman though he'd had to work to retain normal speed. The bare muscles of his torso stood out in the crowds of cloak-wearing witches and wizards. As he walked past a small group of children, he heard one picking at another for not being pure blood, he stepped in, unable to hold back.
"Step back, kid, being pureblood is nothing to be proud of, you little inbreed." He snarled viciously at the bully.

James- approved.



~Mel

(Please Read Note at end of Application =] )
Name: Fawne Sugarmoon
Age: 16/17
Creature: Vampire
RP Sample:
Fawne had been avoiding this moment for almost a month now, the moment where she had to seek help and who better to ask than a medical expert and a friend? Besides she was sure nobody had managed to piece together the puzzle she’d set when they retrieved her from the forest bloody but alive. They were calling it pure luck, thinking some passing phoenix took pity and cried on her healing the wounds before she could die. Of course that was nothing of the sort; her extensive wounds had healed because she was no longer human. She’d been a snack to a vampire and survived leaving her was an unfortunate consequence; she’d joined their race. There were still two perfect shaped scars that would prove what she now was, they were the last inflicted and by the time the teeth sank in to leave the marks she was already transforming so they scared; one on her left collar bone and one her left shoulder. Of course there were other changes that would prove her species; she was pale now than ever before, translucent and white. Her grey eyes were now hazel flecked and her lithe build was even more slender than before, her grace intensified. Her fairy like features were softer yet more sculptured and her teeth had a few new points; though every little sign seemed to be put down to the condition they’d found her in; fools.

With a deep breath she pushed on the door to the hospital wing, slipping though a gap barely big enough with ease. Her footsteps making even less sound that normal as she walked across the empty room towards where she was sure she’d find her friend. That’s when the smell assaulted her extra sensitive senses, a smell of sweet, rust and salt; blood. She scrunched her nose up and attempted to block the smell but with every movement she made her instincts began to scream “Run, Tear, and Feast!” With a muffled sob she dropped to the ground, legs curled under her, arms crossed across her chest and finger nails digging into her side. She would not give in to the urge; she couldn’t kill, could she? Dorien didn’t, often. Shed chosen to quench her large thirst originally with meat blood from the kitchen, the house elves happy to provide it in mass quantities, it didn’t taste as nice as fresh blood smelt but it was substance and had at the time been useful. Of course as a new born she was constantly hungry for more, and that’s why she needed help. She couldn’t continue to avoid all life because sooner or later she would snap and someone would die. Her instincts even now, at war with her personality, wanted nothing more than to satisfy the physical urge to feed.

That’s when the smell stopped; the injuries obviously healed and now clean. Fawne however didn’t dare breathe the air just in case. She didn’t even move; sat still like an immobile statue in pain. The colours of her eyes were darker now, grey flecked with black. Her hands had obviously caused damage to her small frame in their grip but she didn’t seem bothered by that at all. With another sob she curled further in on herself, repulsed by what she had become but unable to alter her new instincts. She had to believe, had to hope, that she could outlast this blood lust. She just needed a little help...


(Note: There's i few things i wanted to mention about my application, i was kind of intending to role play Fawne being bitten in the forest and found some time after the tournament but i wanted to apply now before all the spots were gone. I didn't want hte whole 'blam shes a vampire' effect. So if you don't mind, and the application gets approved, i was going to keep her normal for a while longer?
I did also intend to apply some days ago but this is the third, a shortest, rp sample I've wrote so you can see why it took my so long to apply lol If anyone's interested in seeing the other two, which is how it happened, and when she was recovering then I'd be happy to show you.)

That sounds fine, Fawne. If you need any help with this as far as plotting and stuff goes, I can help. Llike if you want to RP the attack but don't want James to be the attacker, I can play as a NPC for you. :)



~Mel

Not sure if i should reply here but what the heck. That would be great Mel, Thanks =] I didn't want to act on this till sometime into or after the tournament though, other wise I'd have to deal with a messed up Fawne during the site wide plot lol.