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Out of Character Information
player name: Errin
player livejournal: meadowofpeace
playing here: Oerba Dia Vanille (sugaryoptimist) and Earl Ciel Phantomhive (queens_guarddog).
where did you find us? Dear_Mun originally, I think.
are you 16 years of age or older?: I'm 24.
In Character Information
character name: Hermione Jean Granger
Fandom: Harry Potter
Timeline: During her Seventh Year at Malfoy Manor.
character's age: 18
powers, skills, pets and equipment: Hermione is a skilled witch. This covers her abilities/skills quite well. Additionally, she has a wand, but it's not her own and Crookshanks did not follow her. I believe he is safe with her parents in Australia.
canon history: This covers her history, though I am taking her specifically from this incident.
personality: Witty, sharp and rather obsessed with self etiquette, Hermione can come on a bit strong, which might very well be the reason many take a disliking to her. She is mentally above her classmates, but unlike what one might expect, this does not cause her to have an ego. Hermione is relatively down to earth, but when her logic fails her, she has a hard time seeing the point of view of anyone else.
Yet, over the years, Hermione has become more adept at interacting with others (and not driving them crazy with her "know-it-all" speeches). While her intellect sets her apart from her classmates, there is another issue that puts her at a slight disadvantage in the Wizarding World. Overall, Hermione is proud to be a Muggleborn. She finds it intriguing to be able to see both worlds clearly. This, to her, is an advantage. In many ways, she shares this knowledge with Harry. It is my opinion that this is one of the reasons why they are such good friends.
However, her blood status is also a weakness for her. When called ‘Mudblood’ or demeaned before a person realizes what she is capable of doing, Hermione fights back the tears in her eyes. (Though, even while in the midst of tears, the witch is formidable - as Draco Malfoy found out in their Third Year.)
Above all things, Hermione has a good heart. Her mind might wander onto venues that matter to no one else but her, yet her heart is always true. She would willingly die for any of her friends/family, and she has a tendency to stay up late at night worrying about a certain black haired boy with a lightning shaped scar.
Hermione is relentless when it comes to seeing to Harry and Ron’s well-being in particular. Whenever they fight, she finds herself emotionally torn between them. When Ron left her and Harry during their Seventh Year, she was especially upset. In fact, she was practically inconsolable until he returned. (Yet that might be more because of her feelings for Ron and less because of her worry over her friendship with the boys.)
In the end, Hermione values her friends/family over any knowledge she could obtain. She is a true Gryffindor and she will do the right thing when push comes to shove. Actually, she will probably do the right thing before push comes to shove, but she can be counted on to act when the chips are down.
(Additional Note: Rowling stated that Hermione and Dumbledore are her "voices of reason", so Hermione's "job" (so to speak) became even more important after Dumbledore died.)
why do you feel this character would be appropriate to the setting? A witch as smart as Hermione would find the city as well as its legends fascinating.
Writing Samples
Network Post Sample: Stop it! [Hermione's voice is shrill and pained. Then again, one can hardly blame her. Before she arrived in Anatole, she had been held under the Cruciatus Curse by none other than Bellatrix Lestrange.]
Wh-Where am I...? [Her lip is bleeding and her face is the color of pale parchment.] Harry? Ron?! [She clutches her arm to her chest, grimacing.] I need help. S-Somebody, please?
[She struggles to her feet, reaching to pull the Forge closer.]
I'm l-looking for two boys. One h-has black hair and the other had red hair...a-and freckles. [A saddened expression crosses her features.] They're m-my best friends. I n-need to help them g-get out of... [Biting her lip, Hermione felt tears welling in her eyes. They fell down her cheeks, making her feel even more miserable.]
Th-This is awful.
Third Person Sample: The pain was overwhelming. She couldn't even breathe - much less think of a way to escape. Yet she couldn't get the image of Harry and Ron out of her mind. They were stuck somewhere inside of the mansion, listening to her gasps and cries of agony.
"St-Stop... Please st-stop..." she hated begging, but she had no choice. Unless Bellatrix stopped torturing her soon, she was going to pass out; and, then, where would she be? Where would Harry and Ron be? She needed to get out. She needed to find help...
But, suddenly, the pain stopped. Hermione very much doubted Bellatrix had decided to listen to her, so something else must have happened. Raising her head lethargically, she found herself on the floor of...an unknown room.
"...nn." Hermione closed her eyes tightly as the room began to spin. On instinct, she crawled to the bathroom and emptied her stomach of what contents it contained. Afterward, all she could do was lean against the wall and try to calm down. Panicking wasn't going to help anyone - least of all herself.
"R-Right." she rose to her feet and washed her mouth out thoroughly. Only then did she stumble into the other room and find her Forge. Picking it up, she examined it curiously.
"H-Hello?" her voice was weak and she was afraid it would be lost in transmission, "Wh-Where am I...?" she bit the inside of her cheek, her stomach churning again.
She needed medical help. Everything else could wait until she could stand on her own two feet. Focusing on that goal, she spoke into the Forge some more, hoping, praying that someone would hear her and answer.
Once they did, maybe she could...rest. Yet that thought made her feel guilty. Here she was, relatively safe, while Harry and Ron were...somewhere. She knew one thing for certain: they were not safe.
"I'll f-find you. I promise." she promised herself, trembling.
Anything else? I don't think so. 83