Application: Ivy Tamwood (Kim Harrisons 'Rachel Morgan' series)
((OOC Note: Ivy is a living vampire, which means that she was born with the vampire virus, but she is not truly undead. Nonetheless, other vampires would be able to sense it - and other magically inclined people, too. So feel free to notice away :P))
There were very few things that Ivy Tamwood expected to be confronted with as soon as she staggered out of bed. A tornado of Jenks' kids in the kitchen was usually typical, as was Rachel puttering around and cooking up spells. On the rare occasions it was Rachel planning, or edgy Rachel (especially if Ivy had been slightly less than iron willed the previous night). Or even Jenks drunk on honey. She could deal with any of those things in the morning.
But what Ivy did not expect was to be transported into the middle of a castle. Especially when she was dressed in little but a silk black robe, clutching a mug of tea. She hadn't even had a chance to brush her hair. The morning, interestingly enough, generally revealed an altogether very human Ivy. An odd occurrence, especially when one was a living vampire.
Ivy blinked slowly, coming out of early morning fogginess and into awareness, her nostrils flaring as she took in the room. The application paper was noted with nothing more than a cursory, disinterested glance. She had much more interesting things to think about.
"Rachel!" She hissed loudly, her sudden anger out of place with her rumpled appearance. "I know you're around here! Six months and-" Cutting herself off, Ivy took a deep breath and settled her tea down onto the nearby table, still glaring rather grumpily around the room.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Ivy's version of 'taken aback' or 'surprised' was merely to stare at the paper, a small frown twitching her lips. She couldn't smell anybody in the immediate area - it seemed safe. Sitting down in one graceful movement, Ivy picked up the provided quill and twirled it between her fingers, alternating between glaring at the paper and glaring at the room.
Whatever kind of cheese that doesn't have any mold on it, she wrote, scratching down her answers in what might have been a nice, loopy hand but was degraded to chicken scratch in her grumpiness.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
"Jenks, if this is your version of a joke, I'm going to make sure that you can't fly for a week," Ivy announced coldly. "I'll get a huge cat and carry him everywhere. I'll hire fairies - and work up the money for it somehow."
Clenching her jaw, Ivy jotted, Barney. I would be less tempted, because he clearly doesn't have blood. Unless you count the man inside, but that would depend on whether we're talking about the REAL Barney, or the Barney displayed in the show.
3. What time is it where you are?
Just past 8am.
Just another reminder that Ivy really shouldn't be up at this hour.
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.
"Rachel, this is just stupid." Ivy threw the quill down, frustrated. Even though it was quite clear that Rachel wasn't around at this very moment, it made her feel better to blame Rachel. She'd been trying to find her for six months. And then Jenks vanished a few days ago, leading Ivy to wonder if there was some sort of kidnapping ring going on.
If they were here, they were getting a good old-fashioned yelling.
Making herself pick up the quill again, Ivy clenched it hard between her fingers, accidentally breaking off the tip. Fragile items plus living vampire strength didn't always equal things not being broken.
That would depend on what they did for me. I've never met any of them, how would I know which to have sex with? For a moment, a brief smile flitted across Ivy's expression - it wasn't a pleasant one. Not that it's hard to get anybody willing into the sack.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
The brief smile vanished, only to be reincarnated in the form of an incredulous stare. Seriously, what were these questions for? Was this a tactic that her potential kidnappers had used? If it was, it was a pretty lame one.
The Fairies' Meadow, she wrote, with a side of vindictive amusement. That'd show Jenks, if this was his idea of fun.
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.
George, she noted decisively, all but stabbing the quill tip into the page.
Pausing briefly, Ivy tossed the quill down onto the table and took a sip from her mug, her mood not improving at all. It might improve if she saw that Rachel and Jenks were here, alive and unharmed. (But actually no, it really wouldn't, she'd get even more furious.)
Later, she added, Because George is more aesthetically pleasing name, and I don't know if I could take a man named Fred seriously.
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.
Explain to me why this desk is inundated with paperwork, and then maybe I will be in a better mood to actually give you an answer, she wrote venomously, clenching her hand around her mug. By the Turn, she was still only in a robe and there were still no hairbrushes around. At least the desk wasn't in direct sunlight - she wouldn't die, but it was still a little annoying sometimes.
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
Ivy didn't often get haughty about her own lineage, but there were times that it was unavoidable. I am the last living blood member of the Tamwood family, which, if you know your vampires, you would know that we were a powerful house.
She leaned back, something dark floating in her eyes. There were so many scents in this room, faded presences... talking about her family was never fun, both emotionally and instinctively. Let's just say I can be very useful in bringing down wayward people, she continued.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you.
Though Ivy had certainly dealt with her fair share of bribes before, this question, now, was fairly ironic. She snorted wryly. "I don't exactly have much on me," Ivy frowned, squinting a little. This room really needed some leather curtains.
And they definitely weren't getting what she was wearing. She needed that. To be, you know, clothed.
I can be of assistance in taking down anybody that is breaking the law. For a price, of course. Hm, that wasn't really a bribe.
If you really need it, I have favors I can call in from people - but that would only be if you're especially in need, and if I like you. That wasn't really a good bribe either.
But other than that, Ivy had nothing to offer - nothing else that she was willing to part with. So she put the quill down and cradled her mug in both hands, glaring darkly above the rim, watching for any sign of Rachel and Jenks.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______IT______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____IT______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____IT______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______IT_______
There were very few things that Ivy Tamwood expected to be confronted with as soon as she staggered out of bed. A tornado of Jenks' kids in the kitchen was usually typical, as was Rachel puttering around and cooking up spells. On the rare occasions it was Rachel planning, or edgy Rachel (especially if Ivy had been slightly less than iron willed the previous night). Or even Jenks drunk on honey. She could deal with any of those things in the morning.
But what Ivy did not expect was to be transported into the middle of a castle. Especially when she was dressed in little but a silk black robe, clutching a mug of tea. She hadn't even had a chance to brush her hair. The morning, interestingly enough, generally revealed an altogether very human Ivy. An odd occurrence, especially when one was a living vampire.
Ivy blinked slowly, coming out of early morning fogginess and into awareness, her nostrils flaring as she took in the room. The application paper was noted with nothing more than a cursory, disinterested glance. She had much more interesting things to think about.
"Rachel!" She hissed loudly, her sudden anger out of place with her rumpled appearance. "I know you're around here! Six months and-" Cutting herself off, Ivy took a deep breath and settled her tea down onto the nearby table, still glaring rather grumpily around the room.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Ivy's version of 'taken aback' or 'surprised' was merely to stare at the paper, a small frown twitching her lips. She couldn't smell anybody in the immediate area - it seemed safe. Sitting down in one graceful movement, Ivy picked up the provided quill and twirled it between her fingers, alternating between glaring at the paper and glaring at the room.
Whatever kind of cheese that doesn't have any mold on it, she wrote, scratching down her answers in what might have been a nice, loopy hand but was degraded to chicken scratch in her grumpiness.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
"Jenks, if this is your version of a joke, I'm going to make sure that you can't fly for a week," Ivy announced coldly. "I'll get a huge cat and carry him everywhere. I'll hire fairies - and work up the money for it somehow."
Clenching her jaw, Ivy jotted, Barney. I would be less tempted, because he clearly doesn't have blood. Unless you count the man inside, but that would depend on whether we're talking about the REAL Barney, or the Barney displayed in the show.
3. What time is it where you are?
Just past 8am.
Just another reminder that Ivy really shouldn't be up at this hour.
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.
"Rachel, this is just stupid." Ivy threw the quill down, frustrated. Even though it was quite clear that Rachel wasn't around at this very moment, it made her feel better to blame Rachel. She'd been trying to find her for six months. And then Jenks vanished a few days ago, leading Ivy to wonder if there was some sort of kidnapping ring going on.
If they were here, they were getting a good old-fashioned yelling.
Making herself pick up the quill again, Ivy clenched it hard between her fingers, accidentally breaking off the tip. Fragile items plus living vampire strength didn't always equal things not being broken.
That would depend on what they did for me. I've never met any of them, how would I know which to have sex with? For a moment, a brief smile flitted across Ivy's expression - it wasn't a pleasant one. Not that it's hard to get anybody willing into the sack.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
The brief smile vanished, only to be reincarnated in the form of an incredulous stare. Seriously, what were these questions for? Was this a tactic that her potential kidnappers had used? If it was, it was a pretty lame one.
The Fairies' Meadow, she wrote, with a side of vindictive amusement. That'd show Jenks, if this was his idea of fun.
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.
George, she noted decisively, all but stabbing the quill tip into the page.
Pausing briefly, Ivy tossed the quill down onto the table and took a sip from her mug, her mood not improving at all. It might improve if she saw that Rachel and Jenks were here, alive and unharmed. (But actually no, it really wouldn't, she'd get even more furious.)
Later, she added, Because George is more aesthetically pleasing name, and I don't know if I could take a man named Fred seriously.
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.
Explain to me why this desk is inundated with paperwork, and then maybe I will be in a better mood to actually give you an answer, she wrote venomously, clenching her hand around her mug. By the Turn, she was still only in a robe and there were still no hairbrushes around. At least the desk wasn't in direct sunlight - she wouldn't die, but it was still a little annoying sometimes.
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
Ivy didn't often get haughty about her own lineage, but there were times that it was unavoidable. I am the last living blood member of the Tamwood family, which, if you know your vampires, you would know that we were a powerful house.
She leaned back, something dark floating in her eyes. There were so many scents in this room, faded presences... talking about her family was never fun, both emotionally and instinctively. Let's just say I can be very useful in bringing down wayward people, she continued.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you.
Though Ivy had certainly dealt with her fair share of bribes before, this question, now, was fairly ironic. She snorted wryly. "I don't exactly have much on me," Ivy frowned, squinting a little. This room really needed some leather curtains.
And they definitely weren't getting what she was wearing. She needed that. To be, you know, clothed.
I can be of assistance in taking down anybody that is breaking the law. For a price, of course. Hm, that wasn't really a bribe.
If you really need it, I have favors I can call in from people - but that would only be if you're especially in need, and if I like you. That wasn't really a good bribe either.
But other than that, Ivy had nothing to offer - nothing else that she was willing to part with. So she put the quill down and cradled her mug in both hands, glaring darkly above the rim, watching for any sign of Rachel and Jenks.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______IT______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____IT______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____IT______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______IT_______