Application: Vanyel Ashkevron

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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 "

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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."

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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.

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"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.

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He nodded, and took the jar, struggling to get it open before slathering it on his arms, getting some on what remained of his sleeves in the process.

He looked up at Billy. "I.. I'm afraid i can't cut the sleeves off. The knife didn't come with me," he said.

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The sleeves weren't going to be a problem, depending on how much of the outfit this guy wanted to save. Billy had a Swiss army knife with him, and unfolded a short blade.

"I take it the shirt's no good?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow. "I can get the rest of it."

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"Not at this point, no," he said. "I just hope I can get secent clothes here. It seems whatever brought me here, neglected to bring my wardrobe. But by all means, cut away." He proffered his arms, the cuts turned up so as not to drip any more blood on things.

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"Yeah, it happens," he said, focused more on the cutting than talking. "I'm sure the shops in Hogsmeade will have something," he said as he finished cutting off the last piece of fabric.

He offered to help Van with the bandages. "Usually I'm doing this on myself. It's a pain in the ass."

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"Please," he said. "I'm not sure how I would manage it, honestly."

"Well, that's a bonus, although it looks like I'll have to figure out how to make money to afford new thing."

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"Oh, ha," Billy snorted as he wrapped the arms. "Don't even worry about it. New people come in here all the time, and about half of them offer money for the bribe part. You can get cash pretty quickly."

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He smiled, half-heartedly. "That, or I suppose I could play for money. Someone wants a lute player somewhere, I'm sure."

Startled, he realise dhe hadn't even introduced himself. "Oh, sorry, I was a bit distracted. I'm Vanyel," he said softly.

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This was an improvement over bleeding out on the floor. "I'm sure the Hat would be interested. It likes crazy stuff."

"Billy," he replied. He didn't put much truck into Dr. Brennan unless he was working. "Distracted? I never would have noticed."

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He laughed bitterly. "I'm sure."

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He was done. "Okay," he said. "I'm not a shrink or a doctor, so that's the best I can do. But you aren't going to die anyway, so at least there's not as much blood." Mission accomplished.

"It's still going to be a bitch, you know." Here, or where ever he just came from. Did it really matter?

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He laughed. "Don't know what either of those are. And of course it is. When has life not been?" he asked idly.

Ravenclaw

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"Exactly." Billy wasn't one for pep talks. If the guy was that determined, he probably wouldn't be able to talk him out of it. Besides, Billy had a talent for saying exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time.

"I'm going to go ahead and say Ravenclaw, because most of the people I know are there, and they're decent people." The high doctor quotient probably wouldn't hurt, either.

Re: Ravenclaw

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He nodded. "Fair enough reason for the decision. As fair as any, so far as I can tell, really," he said. "Is that where you are?" he asked.

Re: Ravenclaw

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"No, Gryffindor for me." He gave a soft laugh. "Apparently you can be smart enough for Ravenclaw, but it's when you mention jumping off of cliffs that people really start to notice."

Re: Ravenclaw

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He laughed. "Jumping off cliffs? Why?" he asked.

Re: Ravenclaw

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"To rescue a kid." Which was certainly part of the reason, but not all of it. If it was the entire reason, he never would have stood on the railing, deliberately waiting for Alan to catch up with him...

But that was neither here nor there. "This kid, Eric, had been picked up and carried off by these flying reptiles." If Vanyel didn't know what a doctor was, then a pterodactyl was asking too much. "I had a parasail and I knew how to use it, so I went after him. It worked, too. Eric made it out okay."

He hadn't been so lucky.

Re: Ravenclaw

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He nodded. "Sounds a lot like some people I know," he said. He still didn't understand risking himself for people he didn't know.

Re: Ravenclaw

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"Then you'll know where to tell them to go when they get here," he said. "Gryffindor, the house of the heroically insane."

Re: Ravenclaw

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"I don't know how I got here, much less if anyone else I know will ever show up." He looked lonely for a moment. "But it sounds like you'd have made a good Herald, if you'd been from my kingdom. Always serving the crown, and protecting people."

Re: Ravenclaw

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"Eh..." Billy scratched behind his ear and looked a little uncomfortable. "There was more to it than that, but Eric's okay, and that's what matters."

Re: Ravenclaw

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He nodded. "There often is, I would guess. And it's not like people are the ones making the judgement calls, there."

Re: Ravenclaw

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"Yeah. So look, I'm done, you're done, and I can leave, if you want. Trust me, I get really boring after the cliff story."

A little bit of humor to change the subject.