Applicant: Butch O'Neal [Black Dagger Brotherhood, Open RP]
[Approved by Vishous-mun.] - Butch is taken after his transition into becoming a vampire, and during one of the tense moments in his and Marissa's relationship where things seem rocky between them.
The ex-cop was relatively calm on the outside, he was known for his easy-going attitude. But this was only because he kept his whirling thoughts to himself as to not trouble others. The same sort of endless battle was raging at the moment. He was ever calm on the outside, say for the raised eyebrow and the scratching of the back of his head as he examined the brick room, while on the inside he was starting to feel uneasy by the suddenness of his new surroundings. He found himself eerily drawn to the mahogany table, which had a piece of paper and one of those, you know, medieval writing implements beside it: a quill, if he remembered History class correctly. The Brotherhood had taught him well, so, swallowing thickly and unbuttoning his black silk Emporio Armani shirt some to breath a little easier, he calmed himself down, took the seat and read the application.
State your full name.
The question was simple enough, he reached for the quill but was stunned to see it float up and away from his hand. After a moment he reached for it, only to dip away, again, from his reach. He frowned, clenching his fists and went a third time, to no avail. "Screw this," he muttered, fishing in the pocket of his perfectly tailored black pants for the click-pen, embossed in gold-leaf. He clicked it and began writing.
My name is Brian O'Neal, but I'm better known as Butch.
1. What is your favourite cheese? Why is it your favourite?
The family wasn't what you'd call cheese connaseiurs, and we weren't exactly rich either you know, so it was pretty much general cheese from the supermarket for a long while. That's not to say I don't mind the store kind, but since coming to the Brotherhood I've kinda gotten a taste for that Limburger cheese from Belgium. It has a very strong odour and flavour, but you get used to it. I'd definately recommended it.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
He never really did like Barney. He had found him ... creepy. So finding this the easiest question so far, besides the question asking for his name, he licked his bottom lip slightly and answered.
Barney, but I wouldn't kill anyone unless there was a real need, you know ... or if they were a lesser.
3. What time is it where you are?
Well it was 12.46 p.m. when I was back at the Brotherhood's Compound, but now my Tourbillon seems totally screwed. Is there some sort of distortion that can affect wristwatches? Shit, I just bought this too.
Butch took a moment to tap the glass-face of the Corum's Golden Tourbillon Panoramique with the butt of his pen. It seemed perfectly fine except it read a different time and date. This place was turning out to be seriously whack.
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Butch frowned, pen hovering over the space available for his answer. The question, however, boiled deep in his stomach, bringing back the time he was a cop in the Caldwell police force.
Whether he's dead or not, sexual harassment is serious and shouldn't be taken this lightly. Why is it even on this application? It seemed quirky at first, with questions on cheese, and whether you'd kill an overgrown kid's show puppet, then you ask this shit? That's messed up. It could end up being rather scarring for the recipient. I'd suggest changing this question for future ... whoever's that come to this place.
It took him a moment to calm himself. It seemed like some stupid prank, but he had had to deal with the escalations that came from sexual harassment, and the scarring that it had left behind wasn't something he wished on anyone. If he caught anyone engaging in any form of sexual force here, he'd make sure procreation for the perp an out of reach fantasy. Once he became less frazzled he decided to continue on with the application, maybe once it was over with some light would be shed on his predicament.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bar-tend, in the dark.
The Brazen Head?
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
It's pretty hard to say. I've never come across any mythologies that dealt with such a dynamic. But I'm thinking that V could use with a relationship, should the one Harry doesn't choose is interested. The big lug needs someone, even if its for no-strings fun... but don't tell him I suggested that. He'd kill me!
Butch was tactless to stop the smirk that stretched his lips in that deliciously crooked way, the way that made nearly everyone swoon. He continued reading the question, whilst in the back of his mind he hoped Vishous was okay where ever he was.
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
Shit, I don't know. That sort of desk work I always left for Wrath. He's better at it, but then he'd have to be, being the King and all. Geez, at a guess I suppose it's just the workload you know? Something that comes with the territory of working in such a big place. Different things happen, things go unchecked sort of thing.
Butch was only going by what he immediately saw. This was a hug place, if nothing else. He also felt something off teeter about it too, something ... different, but he wasn't able to ascertain whether it was bad or not, he couldn't quit put his finger on it.
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
Hm, tough question. Well, I am a vampire, so I'm qualified with all natural vampire tendencies like strength and durability. I also have the same weaknesses. Oh, there is also this little power I have ... I can consume a lesser by inhalation--which, instead of stabbing them, lessens the chance of them returning to their master, The Omega, which I'm told threatens his existence, or some crap. It' makes me feel shit afterwards, regardless, but if it helps the Brotherhood - all the better.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
Bribery, gee, these guys aren't ones for the law are they, he thought, rapidly thinking of what he could give up. His hazel eyes found his Tourbillon watch. He recoiled inwardly but sucked it up, was a man about it and unclasped the band and draped it with gentleness of a lover on the mahogany desktop. He picked up the pen as if he were about to write a suicide note.
I don't have much, but I've offered up my Corum designer watch. Please, please, take good care of it.
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Butch O'Neal.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Butch O'Neal.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Butch O'Neal.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Butch O'Neal."
The ex-cop was relatively calm on the outside, he was known for his easy-going attitude. But this was only because he kept his whirling thoughts to himself as to not trouble others. The same sort of endless battle was raging at the moment. He was ever calm on the outside, say for the raised eyebrow and the scratching of the back of his head as he examined the brick room, while on the inside he was starting to feel uneasy by the suddenness of his new surroundings. He found himself eerily drawn to the mahogany table, which had a piece of paper and one of those, you know, medieval writing implements beside it: a quill, if he remembered History class correctly. The Brotherhood had taught him well, so, swallowing thickly and unbuttoning his black silk Emporio Armani shirt some to breath a little easier, he calmed himself down, took the seat and read the application.
State your full name.
The question was simple enough, he reached for the quill but was stunned to see it float up and away from his hand. After a moment he reached for it, only to dip away, again, from his reach. He frowned, clenching his fists and went a third time, to no avail. "Screw this," he muttered, fishing in the pocket of his perfectly tailored black pants for the click-pen, embossed in gold-leaf. He clicked it and began writing.
My name is Brian O'Neal, but I'm better known as Butch.
1. What is your favourite cheese? Why is it your favourite?
The family wasn't what you'd call cheese connaseiurs, and we weren't exactly rich either you know, so it was pretty much general cheese from the supermarket for a long while. That's not to say I don't mind the store kind, but since coming to the Brotherhood I've kinda gotten a taste for that Limburger cheese from Belgium. It has a very strong odour and flavour, but you get used to it. I'd definately recommended it.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
He never really did like Barney. He had found him ... creepy. So finding this the easiest question so far, besides the question asking for his name, he licked his bottom lip slightly and answered.
Barney, but I wouldn't kill anyone unless there was a real need, you know ... or if they were a lesser.
3. What time is it where you are?
Well it was 12.46 p.m. when I was back at the Brotherhood's Compound, but now my Tourbillon seems totally screwed. Is there some sort of distortion that can affect wristwatches? Shit, I just bought this too.
Butch took a moment to tap the glass-face of the Corum's Golden Tourbillon Panoramique with the butt of his pen. It seemed perfectly fine except it read a different time and date. This place was turning out to be seriously whack.
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Butch frowned, pen hovering over the space available for his answer. The question, however, boiled deep in his stomach, bringing back the time he was a cop in the Caldwell police force.
Whether he's dead or not, sexual harassment is serious and shouldn't be taken this lightly. Why is it even on this application? It seemed quirky at first, with questions on cheese, and whether you'd kill an overgrown kid's show puppet, then you ask this shit? That's messed up. It could end up being rather scarring for the recipient. I'd suggest changing this question for future ... whoever's that come to this place.
It took him a moment to calm himself. It seemed like some stupid prank, but he had had to deal with the escalations that came from sexual harassment, and the scarring that it had left behind wasn't something he wished on anyone. If he caught anyone engaging in any form of sexual force here, he'd make sure procreation for the perp an out of reach fantasy. Once he became less frazzled he decided to continue on with the application, maybe once it was over with some light would be shed on his predicament.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bar-tend, in the dark.
The Brazen Head?
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
It's pretty hard to say. I've never come across any mythologies that dealt with such a dynamic. But I'm thinking that V could use with a relationship, should the one Harry doesn't choose is interested. The big lug needs someone, even if its for no-strings fun... but don't tell him I suggested that. He'd kill me!
Butch was tactless to stop the smirk that stretched his lips in that deliciously crooked way, the way that made nearly everyone swoon. He continued reading the question, whilst in the back of his mind he hoped Vishous was okay where ever he was.
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
Shit, I don't know. That sort of desk work I always left for Wrath. He's better at it, but then he'd have to be, being the King and all. Geez, at a guess I suppose it's just the workload you know? Something that comes with the territory of working in such a big place. Different things happen, things go unchecked sort of thing.
Butch was only going by what he immediately saw. This was a hug place, if nothing else. He also felt something off teeter about it too, something ... different, but he wasn't able to ascertain whether it was bad or not, he couldn't quit put his finger on it.
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
Hm, tough question. Well, I am a vampire, so I'm qualified with all natural vampire tendencies like strength and durability. I also have the same weaknesses. Oh, there is also this little power I have ... I can consume a lesser by inhalation--which, instead of stabbing them, lessens the chance of them returning to their master, The Omega, which I'm told threatens his existence, or some crap. It' makes me feel shit afterwards, regardless, but if it helps the Brotherhood - all the better.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
Bribery, gee, these guys aren't ones for the law are they, he thought, rapidly thinking of what he could give up. His hazel eyes found his Tourbillon watch. He recoiled inwardly but sucked it up, was a man about it and unclasped the band and draped it with gentleness of a lover on the mahogany desktop. He picked up the pen as if he were about to write a suicide note.
I don't have much, but I've offered up my Corum designer watch. Please, please, take good care of it.
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Butch O'Neal.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Butch O'Neal.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Butch O'Neal.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Butch O'Neal."