Post by Lorna Castro on Jan 29, 2009 16:42:58 GMT -5
Dear Lorna Castro,
Congratulations! Due to your amazing talent in the arts department, you have been invited to spend this summer at Camp Hope! We take great pride in our ability to help you expand your horizons and achieve your goals in this area. Please take the time to consider this offer and if you're interested just filling out the following form about yourself. Send it back to us here at Camp Hope and you may just get the chance to attend our camp for the summer. We truly hope that you consider this amazing opportunity.
Sincerly,
Hope Jones
``This Is Real, This Is Me
[/font][/size]nicknames: castro, lor, lorie
age: nineteen
birthday: sixteenth april nineteen-eighty-nine
canon or original? canon
years at camp: five
major: writing
hometown: columbus, ohio
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``I'm Exactly Where I'm Supposed To Be Now
[/font][/size]father's name/age/occupation: david james castro/45/banker
siblings: daniel marie castro/17/camper-dancer
pets: none
history: Lorna was born on the 16th April 1989 to a banker and a real estate agent, and the moment she could learn she began to read everything she could get her hands on. It did not take long after that for her to learn how to write, and that was the rest of her childhood settled; scribbling away stories and poems into notebooks whenever she had a free moment. There was just so much to write down! So many ideas that would spring into her head; strange characters, intriguing plots, whole new planets waiting to be discovered by her as she put pen to paper.
Lorna did quite well in school for the most part, although when it came to other art forms she had no talent whatsoever. Her little sister was born and began dance lessons, so she decided to try it out as well. It lasted all of one lesson before she gave up, disgusted by how naturally good Daniel was and not really liking it anyway. Starting from the bottom with no talent was not something Lorna ever sought out again.
She was surprised to receive the letter from the camp, never having really thought of her writing as an art before. But the more she thought about it, the more she liked it. Her first summer at Camp Hope, her personality began to change a little to the more ambitious side, influenced by the huge ambitiousness of practically everyone around her. She made her way into the elites soon enough, and was certainly not expecting anyone else to come along and ruin her final chance at ruling over the camp. Now she plans to get her own back by manipulating those who both like and dislike Carissa and Taylor, and to use the anonymous school paper to send them both crashing and burning.
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``Gonna Let The Light Shine On Me
[/font][/size]hair color: brown
weight: 55kg (121lb)
height: 5’6 (168cm)
style: as expensive and flattering as she can make it look
portrayed by: sophia bush
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``Now I've Found Who I Am
[/font][/size]dislikes: cheese, utterly meaningless lyrics, losing inspiration, carissa legard, taylor jones
strengths: writing, manipulation
weaknesses: anything to do with the other art forms,
fears: leaving camp hope for the last time without having gained her top position, spiders
goals: become a renowned author, hear some of her lyrics performed live, gain top position at camp hope
personality description: Lorna can be and has been described as three words before; secretive, backstabbing and cunning. She is proud of the first and the last, and tries not to associate herself too openly with the middle. But simply put, she will do what she likes to get what she wants. She will use people, and manipulate them to get her own way, and if she doesn’t immediately it will get even worse. Sometimes she knows when to stop, but for the most part she will go to any limits and beyond.
Her one great love is writing, and the wonderful thing about it is that no one can take that away from her as a punishment. When her parents tried taking away her notebook as a child, she had simply used another one. When they had gotten their hands on that one as well, and all the others she had stashed in her room, she had reverted to writing on the walls. Her parents had been furious when they discovered this, but now it is a habit; she will roll over some nights, half asleep, grab a pencil and just scrawl something on the wall closest to her. While at the camp she has taken a particular interest in writing song lyrics, having heard some of the rubbish the musicians at Camp Hope came up with.
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``Not Afraid To Hold It In
[/font][/size]age: 17
where'd you find us? advertisement on proprius school
contact information: pm, or in the cbox on proprius (http://propriusschool.proboards.com)
other characters: n/a
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``No More Hiding Who I Wanna Be
[/font][/size]member title: future author
rp sample:
Looking out of the window in the Hufflepuff common room, Caitlin saw that the rain was still pouring down in bucket loads. Really, what was wrong with the sun? Did Scotland, or the whole of the UK for that matter, have a natural aversion to hot, dry weather? Even the snow had been better than this dismal affair; at least that looked nice. Letting out a sigh, she rested her forehead on the cold pane of glass and watched as the transparent liquid trickled at different rates downwards, controlled by gravity. Her sleep had been getting better, at about the same, slow speed as her spellwork returned to its previous level, but last night had been particularly bad. She could only have had two hours of decent rest; the other five hours she’d stayed in bed for, until finally giving up around half five, had been spent tossing and turning or plagued by nightmares. The bags under her yes and her unusually pale skin were a testament to her current state of near-exhaustion.
As her eyelids slid downwards, she felt a sudden calmness spread through her. She snapped her eyes open again in surprise, and noticed for the first time that a side window was slightly ajar, letting in a cool spray of water from outside – apparently the wind had changed direction just now. Now that she thought about it, surely she should feel comfortable in this kind of weather, however horrible it looked? Water was her element, after all. And this could be the ideal opportunity to test what elemental powers she supposedly possessed.
Rising from her seat by the window, Caity exited the common room. She was ignored by most, if not all of her peers, who were by now used to blanking the shy, silent girl who had started Hogwarts much later than most – six years late, in fact. There had been a few questions upon her return after the time kept away by her parents, but at that point she had been stuck right in the middle of her grief for Mallan, and any interest had soon faded due to her lack of responsiveness. Now, she was just better at hiding her emotions.
Rather than going via the entrance hall and attracting any unwanted attention, she slipped out through a small door elsewhere on the ground floor. There were still plenty of windows she could be seen through, but hopefully no one would want to look out at this sincerely miserable weather. The moment the water hit her she felt better; less tired, and more likely to make it through the day without falling back into the depression that was constantly tethered to the edge of her consciousness. She stood still for a few moments, letting the droplets of water fall down her face and arms, finally reaching the floor and joining the tiny rivers that joined together into bigger stones which flowed downhill on the pavement.
Eventually taking a step, Caitlin followed one of the largest currents (although still no wider than her hand span) down the slope and off the path until she reached the lake, stopping just short of its shores. About to sit down on the wet grass, she paused, thinking back to the elf kitchens with Susan. Then, she’d managed to dry Mallan’s letters just by willpower – could she do the same here? Then, her mind had been adamant in not allowing the precious diary to be ruined. She had wanted it dry again. Maybe if she emulated those same feelings... After all, she didn’t want to sit on saturated plant stems... She wanted it to be like it was in India – dry. Not with everything covered in liquid. There was enough rain elsewhere that she didn’t need it where she was sitting as well. She didn’t want to sit on wet grass.
It wasn’t immediate, in fact it was quite slow in comparison to how it had been with ther letters, but there was an obvious changed. The stems lifted as the water that had previously weighted them down floated above. Amazed that anything had actually happened, Caity lost concentration for a moment and it all came crashing back down, splashing her as it did so. Remembering that Dee had chastised her before for losing attention during training, she put more effort into it the next time and managed to make the water rise and gather together into an untidy mass.
Settling herself down, she stared at the swirling ball of water and wondered just how far her control of it would stretch. Motioning with one hand – the best way she could think of the visualise what she wanted – a stream of it travelled in the same direction, following her fingers obediently. Bringing that thread back to the main body, she decided to try something else. Concentrating again, the water reformed into a smaller depiction of the tree to her left. Again, and it was the Whomping Willow, swinging out at her characteristically with liquid branches. Next, and this time without having to move her hands at all, the lightfighters. Dee, Dylan, Susan, Zane, Alessandro, Keaira, Bryan, all in quick succession. Those she was more familiar with had clearer images, with Bryan being the most blurred of all.
Feeling something at the back of her mind wanting to be visualised, she eagerly let it out. This was more instinctual than any of the previous items formed, yet somehow it felt more important. She allowed the image to flow through her, only taking in the object when her subconscious told her it was complete.
It was a sphere – a swirling mass of water enclosed in what could only be described as an orb. If Caitlin did not know better, she would have said the outer shell was made of glass. Inside was a glistening torrent of liquid. Delicate strands that were separate laced themselves around and among it, forming an intricate web that was impossible to dissect with the human eye. The whole thing swivelled about like a balloon caught on the wind, never looking the same twice. In the very centre was a dark blue glowing light, which immediately reminded her of the light D’rorah had summoned in Hogsmeade.
Entranced by the image of the Elemental Orb of Water, even without knowing what it was or its significance, Caity didn’t notice that the rain around her had lessened to a drizzle. Instead she continued to be absorbed by the water in front of her that she herself was controlling. She laid back, watching it bob about above her head.
As her eyelids slid downwards, she felt a sudden calmness spread through her. She snapped her eyes open again in surprise, and noticed for the first time that a side window was slightly ajar, letting in a cool spray of water from outside – apparently the wind had changed direction just now. Now that she thought about it, surely she should feel comfortable in this kind of weather, however horrible it looked? Water was her element, after all. And this could be the ideal opportunity to test what elemental powers she supposedly possessed.
Rising from her seat by the window, Caity exited the common room. She was ignored by most, if not all of her peers, who were by now used to blanking the shy, silent girl who had started Hogwarts much later than most – six years late, in fact. There had been a few questions upon her return after the time kept away by her parents, but at that point she had been stuck right in the middle of her grief for Mallan, and any interest had soon faded due to her lack of responsiveness. Now, she was just better at hiding her emotions.
Rather than going via the entrance hall and attracting any unwanted attention, she slipped out through a small door elsewhere on the ground floor. There were still plenty of windows she could be seen through, but hopefully no one would want to look out at this sincerely miserable weather. The moment the water hit her she felt better; less tired, and more likely to make it through the day without falling back into the depression that was constantly tethered to the edge of her consciousness. She stood still for a few moments, letting the droplets of water fall down her face and arms, finally reaching the floor and joining the tiny rivers that joined together into bigger stones which flowed downhill on the pavement.
Eventually taking a step, Caitlin followed one of the largest currents (although still no wider than her hand span) down the slope and off the path until she reached the lake, stopping just short of its shores. About to sit down on the wet grass, she paused, thinking back to the elf kitchens with Susan. Then, she’d managed to dry Mallan’s letters just by willpower – could she do the same here? Then, her mind had been adamant in not allowing the precious diary to be ruined. She had wanted it dry again. Maybe if she emulated those same feelings... After all, she didn’t want to sit on saturated plant stems... She wanted it to be like it was in India – dry. Not with everything covered in liquid. There was enough rain elsewhere that she didn’t need it where she was sitting as well. She didn’t want to sit on wet grass.
It wasn’t immediate, in fact it was quite slow in comparison to how it had been with ther letters, but there was an obvious changed. The stems lifted as the water that had previously weighted them down floated above. Amazed that anything had actually happened, Caity lost concentration for a moment and it all came crashing back down, splashing her as it did so. Remembering that Dee had chastised her before for losing attention during training, she put more effort into it the next time and managed to make the water rise and gather together into an untidy mass.
Settling herself down, she stared at the swirling ball of water and wondered just how far her control of it would stretch. Motioning with one hand – the best way she could think of the visualise what she wanted – a stream of it travelled in the same direction, following her fingers obediently. Bringing that thread back to the main body, she decided to try something else. Concentrating again, the water reformed into a smaller depiction of the tree to her left. Again, and it was the Whomping Willow, swinging out at her characteristically with liquid branches. Next, and this time without having to move her hands at all, the lightfighters. Dee, Dylan, Susan, Zane, Alessandro, Keaira, Bryan, all in quick succession. Those she was more familiar with had clearer images, with Bryan being the most blurred of all.
Feeling something at the back of her mind wanting to be visualised, she eagerly let it out. This was more instinctual than any of the previous items formed, yet somehow it felt more important. She allowed the image to flow through her, only taking in the object when her subconscious told her it was complete.
It was a sphere – a swirling mass of water enclosed in what could only be described as an orb. If Caitlin did not know better, she would have said the outer shell was made of glass. Inside was a glistening torrent of liquid. Delicate strands that were separate laced themselves around and among it, forming an intricate web that was impossible to dissect with the human eye. The whole thing swivelled about like a balloon caught on the wind, never looking the same twice. In the very centre was a dark blue glowing light, which immediately reminded her of the light D’rorah had summoned in Hogsmeade.
Entranced by the image of the Elemental Orb of Water, even without knowing what it was or its significance, Caity didn’t notice that the rain around her had lessened to a drizzle. Instead she continued to be absorbed by the water in front of her that she herself was controlling. She laid back, watching it bob about above her head.
anything else?
Just something I noticed, not trying to be critical, but that letter had a fair few typos in you might want to fix.
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