Application: Vanyel Ashkevron

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

Character: Vanyel Ashkevron from Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar books. The character is being apped immediately after attempting suicide following the suicide of his lover, Tylendel. Rather than being Chosen, as he was in the books, he insetad woke from his suicide attempt to find himself here.



Vanyel was slumped in the corner, the fresh slices in his arms having just stopped bleeding. He was rather a mess, although to those with a good eye, it was rather obvious that he’d started the evening looking rather fashionable. His eyes opened, and he sat rather stiffly in the corner, looking at the room with an air of confusion, before a cold look settled over his features..

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

Vanyel sighed expressively. They wanted to know about cheese. Not only was he in a strange place, alone, but the questions were inane and pointless. He raised one eyebrow artfully. “I fail to see how my taste in cheese is terribly relevant, unless, of course, you’re looking for me to set the fashion. In any case, I prefer Edam.”



His eyes are watering, on the edge of tears, as he attempts to reconstruct the ice that had let him survive before this. Trying to die, and then ending up here, it was just too much to handle. “I prefer it because it’s both sharp and creamy, which is an interesting mix in a cheese.”



2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

“Kill?” he asked. The only person he really wanted to kill was himself, and he could see how well that was turnng out. “I don’t know. Maybe both of them. IS there any reason anyone should be happy, when the world is such a wretched place?”



He took a deep breath, again trying to restore his composure. “Oh, Barney, I suppose, if I have to pick. His colouring is atrocious. That purple is eye shatteringly bright, and the inane cheeriness, well, I just can’t fathom it.”



3. What time is it where you are?

“It was around midnight. Before all this strangeness,” he said. Why did anyone think the time mattered now? He was alone, and any time without Tylendel was just too much.



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.



He sighed. Sex was the last thing he wanted to think about right now. All it spoke of to him was loss. Why couldn’t people understand that. “I wouldn’t. It’s all meaningless now, anyways.”



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 Listing Lute,” he said. “Music and drinks in the dark, where people could enjoy the illusion of solitude. It certainly would allow me to drink behind the bar,” he said. He was getting tired of all these questions. Couldn’t people just leave him to grieve in peace? Everything hurt, and he wanted no more than to pass out in a corner.



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.



An eyebrow raised again. “They don’t mind that here? Men with other men? Once upon a time I’d have found it a pleasant place to be. And really, I don’t see why he shouldn’t be married to the both of them.” He rubbed at his face. Mythology had never been his forte, and at the moment, it was not something he gave two figs for anyways. Why did he care which of the men paired off, when he was without ‘Lendel?





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.



“Disposing of it? That doesn’t say a word about actually completing it. And a busy man often has more work to do than he’s the time for, especially if he’s actually bothered to be literate. Too few people see the value of knowledge as it is. And the more one knows, the easier it is to understand that world.”



D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.


Head suddenly flung high, he looked down his nose to reply. “Useless? At the very least, I’m fashionable. Not to mention witty, and reasonably educated. How many of you have taught yourselves to play music?” he aske rhetorically, before shaking his head. “No matter. But it’s clear enough I’m hardly useless.”



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.



“I’ll play music for one of your little soirees. The Bards respected my abilities, and that should be enough for a dinner party, or some such.”







"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____________ Van

I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___________Van.

I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___________.Van

One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____________Van "

Comments

Vote: Squib

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"Wretched and meaningless. That's certainly true, but your whining doesn't improve it."

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Re: Vote: Squib

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He sniffed artuflly, and looked over with a raised eyebrow to the speaker. "And what would you know about it?" he asked.

[we-shall-see.livejournal.com]

"Midnight? Tell me, was it also a dark and stormy night? I'd forgotten how dramatic kids these days were."

Gust sets his hands on his hips.

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He looked over at the other man cooly. "It was, in fact. Sovvan night, actually. And if you consider a blood feud dramatic, I think that's rather your problem, not mine," he said, his voice sharp.

[bone-not-rock.livejournal.com]

Cuts like that only meant one thing, but if this guy was here, suicide clearly wasn't going to work out for him. Of all the sortings to pop into, this one was going to suck.

"You're going to need something for your arms," Billy told him. "Antiseptic and bandages at the least, because I imagine an infection would be a bitch."

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He laughed bitterly. "Life's a bitch. And then I didn't even manage to die. I suppose I might as well. After all, I wouldn't want to make a mess," he said, slightly less cold in tone than he had been to the others.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"Unless you've marketed your ability to play music, and play it well, I presume, I don't give a damn."

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

"If by marketed, you mean profited from it, then yes. I've found it serves me well. Of course, I doubt anyone here has heard me play," he said aristocratically.

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

The blood makes A shiver, and the sight of the cuts on Vanyel's arms makes him moan softly. He rubs his neck unconsciously, trying to get himself under control.

"We... we, we..." he stammered. "We had a party. Not, not really dinner. M-maybe a lunch party. But the music was from a record player."

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

"Record player?" he asked softly. "What's that?"

[misoramassacre.livejournal.com]

The cuts and her deduction of their probable cause disturbed Naomi on a near-subconscious level, due to her own brush with Death Note-induced suicide. At least she didn't know why he'd done it. Yet. That could aggravate the awkward.

"They haven't legalized polygamy here," she said. "Or relegalized. I'm guessing that would be why. What do you need?"

She figured she could skip "do you need anything." He obviously needed something.

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He shook his head, and then thought better of it. The pain in his head was getting increasingly more difficult to bear.

"Do you have something for pain?" he asked. "My head, and I think what they gave me earlier is wearing off."

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

'There are so many reasons to be happy! The world is so not a wretched place! What, are you a logical positivist or something? C'mon, it's got all this beauty and a giant universe concerned with it, and we can look after it!'

The angel pauses in her little rant as she notices the cuts. '...you need something for those?' Mel's hands begin to glow a very faint green in anticipation.

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

"I thong the bandages will do," he said a bit stiffly.

"And as for wonderful place, try holding that opinion after you've had the day I've had," he muttered.

[apex-raptor.livejournal.com]

Predictably, it was the scent of blood -- fresh blood, too pungent and enticing to ignore -- that lured the velociraptor back into the one room in the castle he usually went out of his way to avoid. Crowds of people invariably made him anxious, since he understood now that he was completely alone in this place, without his packmates or even any others of his kind, and vastly outnumbered.

But that was the thing about blood. Self preservation seemed almost to became a secondary concern once something stirred his predatory instincts in this manner.

The raptor was as tall as a man, standing nearly six feet, and roughly three times that figure in length, rather bulky for a raptor even by Isla Sorna standards. And he was slowly approaching the latest applicant, head held low and neck stretched forward as he audibly sniffed the air.

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He looked over, startled at the lizard-like creature approaching him. Perhaps this was one of the hertasi he'd heard about, but he thought they were smaller.

[ra-tilt-chimera.livejournal.com]

Zel looked at the applicant almost pityingly. He recognized something familiar in the other's evident despair - though he'd never gone quite as far in venting it as this man seemed to. "Do you, uh, need any help?"

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He shook his head. "Have bandages. That seems to be about all there is to do." He was rather quiet, and more than a bit closed off in his response.

[righteous-pen.livejournal.com]

The Sorting Room was quite crowded, and by the time Mikami reached him the new arrival's wounds had already been taken care of. He frowned. "I won't ask whether there's anything more I can do for you, then. It seems there isn't."

He was conflicted, which was very unusual for him. On the one hand, he had no sympathy for weakness. On the other... before Kira, there had been times when he'd despaired, come close to falling. Not many times, but enough.

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He nodded. "Thank you," he said, glad that this man didn't seem to be asking the painful questions, or trying to force help on him.

[noseymaddie.livejournal.com]

Maddie was sure one of these days, the sorting room would be empty.

Today was obviously not it.

The boy in the room looked bedraggled and miserable, two states that got to her, made her feel something she thought might be maternal. Though, with Maddie, this was mixed with a healthy dose of curiosity and busy-bodyness.

She walks over to the boy, taking in the blood. But, no one can die here, so that's not the issue. However, how much longer before he passes out?

"You look like you're at the wrong end of a string of rotten luck," she says in what she hopes is a comforting, understanding tone.

She has utterly no experience with suicide attempts, though, so she might miss her mark.

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He laughed hollowly. "You could say that," he said. His arms had been bandaged, so he was no longer bleeding.

"Rotten luck, and all manner of fucked up things."

[bowchickamaou.livejournal.com]

"This is Earth. People aren't as used to men marrying other men," contributes Yuuri, who should know. He has come to the Sorting Room to distribute curry, as part of the program Wolfram has dubbed Maou Curry For The Displaced. Displaced, not homeless, because Yuuri insisted Hogwarts was everyone's home so they weren't homeless.

He holds out a bowl. "Want some curry? It will make you feel stronger and happier to have some food. Plus, curry promotes world peace." This last conviction has been taught to Yuuri by his mother, the redoubtable Miko.

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He sniffed delicately once, before replying. "I'm afraid that two men in a relationship isn't discussed in polite company at home."

His demeanor still cold, he looked at the food. "I'm not familiar with curry, but I don' believe that I need any food at the moment, and I know that there is precious little that will make me happier right now."

Vote: Sparklypoo

[sada-chan.livejournal.com]

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[daisy-inthesun.livejournal.com]

Daisy smiles sadly and winces at the sight of his arms.

"What did you lose? I can just tell, you've lost something precious. I too have been there, but, I suppose, hardly as bad."

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He looked at the woman rather coldly, before responding. "I watched my lover kill himself tonight."

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

Near smiled very slightly at the answer to the Gryffindor question.

"You have a tendency toward the dramatic, I see. That's always seemed rather exhausting to me."

It leads some people to scale the outsides of stone towers.

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

"Hardly," he said, his tone clipped.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama noted the bandages, and the stricken, traumatic look on the boy's face. Obviously, he'd lost someone (or something, one could never quite tell with humans) special, and recently. He considered briefly tactical sort of greeting.

Observing the boy from across the room a few moments gave him much to process before approaching. Aristocratic, pale, nice features, and callouses on his fingers. Musician's hands, definitely, with long fingers good for playing stringed instruments. he didn't need to look at the application to know that. He wasn't a fighter, no help there, but he was intelligent and artistic. This... would be a difficult problem. To hell with tact, take the bull by the horns.

He strode up to the boy and grabbed an extra chair, spinning it around and sitting on it backwards so he could rest his chin on his arms. That accomplished, he stared into the boy's eyes, speaking low and clearly.

"I very much doubt that whoever you loved and lost would thank you for throwing away the magnificent talent you possess for something as selfish as suicide," he said, making sure to keep his eyes square. "Whatever retribution or answers you were looking for in death you won't find there. All you'll get is loneliness, and you'd lose what little you do have left. I suggest you pull yourself out of your hole and make the best of what you have here."

He paused then, for effect, before adding the happy lies that everyone liked to hear.
"Never know, this place is once of strange happenings. You may find exactly what it is you seek here."

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He looked at him with a sneer on his face. "I very much doubt that he was thinking enough to care, when he threw himself to his death," he said, in a rather sharp tone of voice.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

The boy was in obvious distress and becoming rapidly intoxicated. Seeing that his physical wounds were not quite as serious as they appeared and had already been treated, Kusuriyuri walks into the room slowly. "Why would you allow yourself to be in such a state?" he asks softly, his voice holding formal politeness. He is most concerned with the reason as it is most likely to give rise to mononoke.

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He shook his head, wincing as the motion made it hurt worse. The raw channels in his head hurt enough that it was an almost constant struggle not to scream. He breathing got more rapid for a moment, as he struggled to keep from reacting more visibly to the pain.

"It's a very long story," he said, "and tonight's gone on for far too long as it is."

[twoswordpsycho.livejournal.com]

Drizzt saw the new arrival in the sorting room. The clothes were from a realm similar to him, though his wounded wrists caught his attention. Drizzt walked forward, seeing the wounds being cared for yet he sounded as if he had gone through his own dark period. Some would take actions upon themselves, Drizzt had preferred throwing himself at things when he was in such states yet the intentions were the same.

"Well met friend," he said. "You say you are a musician. Do you practice bardcraft yourself?"

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He looked up. "No, they wouldn't have me, because I lacked their gift. And my family situation was such that I couldn't train as a minstrel."

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

Severus sighs resignedly as he reaches the young man. He has blood replenishing potion and essence of murtlap tentacles as well as general white bandages. He has no sympathy for such drastic measures in response to what he can only imagine is so little cause. "Let's see your arms, then. A sharper blade, a deeper cut. Mostly less imagination would have served you better."

This is his work - patching up the foolish and self-destructive. "Professor Snape, Head of the Hospital Wing."

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He sighed. "They've been bandaged already," he said, holding them out. A few bruises were obvious elsewhere on his arms, as well as one along his cheek.

"It's the near blinding headache that needs help at this point," he said. "Everything that's been done for it seems to be wearing off." He didn't much have the energy to be nasty in response at this point, the events of the past day having been more than enough for him.

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

"I don't see why Fred and George shouldn't both be married to Harry either!" the Hat declared. "Why, when I performed mass marriages, I wed many a trio! Dr. Hobo had two husbands, because threesomes are for hobos."

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He nodded, a very confused look on his haggard face. "I'm not the marriage authority, however," he said.

Gryffindor!

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

You are so emo it BURNS. There is only one House for you.

Your bribe has been accepted!

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