http://vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2008-07-10 11:25 pm

Application: Vanyel Ashkevron

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 [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____________ Van

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] 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 "

Vote: Squib

[identity profile] waste-lock.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Wretched and meaningless. That's certainly true, but your whining doesn't improve it."

Image (http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v610/atalantapendragonne/?action=view&current=squibsplody.jpg)

[identity profile] we-shall-see.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] bone-not-rock.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
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."

[identity profile] charlesofdensen.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Unless you've marketed your ability to play music, and play it well, I presume, I don't give a damn."

[identity profile] i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
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."

[identity profile] we-shall-see.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I have no idea what a Sovvan is."

So they have this established.

Re: Vote: Squib

[identity profile] waste-lock.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
"By all means whine some more!! It's never enough, is it?" Nny was shouting, face twisted into a snarl. "You moan about how SPECIAL and UNIQUE your pain is, how your fucking despair is darker than anyone else's and no one can ever UNDERSTAND the depths of your perfect individual pain!!!"

He glared. "And since you're here, I can't kill you."

[identity profile] charlesofdensen.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps, but most of what I listen to nowadays is metal. Though they did a collaboration with the London Philharmonic. I manage a metal band, Dethklok. I could propose that you do a collaboration with them."

[identity profile] we-shall-see.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Peachy. So do you know where you are?"

Always a good talk to give.

[identity profile] bone-not-rock.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"The dying thing gets a whole lot harder once you get here," he muttered, "and blood on the floor just makes it worse."

Billy called for a friend's house elf, the only one he knew by name. With a crack! it appeared in the sorting room. He gave it instructions, and then it was gone. A few moments later it returned in the same way, carrying a cream and bandages.

"This stuff's great," Billy said as the house elf gave it to Vanyel. "It doesn't sting." He was acting like it was just a minor cut. Life was a bitch, and he could wait to hear why until after the basics had been taken care of.

[identity profile] i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a little obsolete... but it plays music. Records... vinyl. A little like CDs, but bigger and easier to damage."

[identity profile] we-shall-see.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a castle called Hogwarts. It teaches magic. Loosely speaking."

Gust has managed to avoid learning any.

[identity profile] i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
"No, it..." A knew there were people here from other times and places, so the question wasn't too bizarre. "It's a device. For playing back music that was recorded earlier. There are newer ways of doing it now, but some people like record players still."

He wasn't about to question L's preferences.

[identity profile] charlesofdensen.livejournal.com 2008-07-11 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I will send you a copy of their music, then, if you're interested."

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