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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[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."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"Is that so?" Kusuriyuri replies softly. "You are in pain. What has been done?" he pressed. Almost as an afterthought, he adds, "I am Kusuriyuri."

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

"Vanyel Ashkevron," he said.

"They gave me drugs, before I got here. And I managed to get someone to fetch a potion. Other than that, I've been using this to try to take the edge off," he said, gesturing with the bottle.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"What manner of drugs?" Realizing that the boy may not understand. "I am a medicine peddler, among other things." He glances at the bottle and says nothing of it. He's known more than a few people who have tried to drown pain in alcohol. It is just another factor he needs to consider when mixing his herbs or whatever other form of healing may be needed.

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," he said. "It was hours ago," he said. "And it's not my area of expertise. I think what I had here was a fairly standard pain potion, though." His hand was shaking slightly, and the stress was evident in his voice.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusiriyuri nodded. "No relief." He tilts his head to the side, opening himself a little. "What causes your pain? Do you know?" He feels a lot of energy, rather unfocused, pouring off the boy. A ward would be simple enough. Would it be wise?

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

"The channels in my mind that handled magic were ripped open a few hours ago," he said. "I was helping someone, and something went wrong." He didn't give more details, because, to be honest a whole lot fhings had gone wrong that night.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"Is that so?" Kusuriyuri asks softly, pulling his case off his back. From it, he withdraws a piece of paper a brush and ink. After examining what he can feel, he writes a few characters on the paper with sure strokes. "Perhaps this will help?" he murmurs, handing over the paper.

((OOC: the paper, a ward or fuda, can block energies, usually those of apparitions or other spirits [which can be considered magical]. Up to you if it works for Vanyell or not))

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He takes the paper, eyeing it speculatively, before taking a deep breath. "At least I can't here them anymore," he said. His head still hurt, but some of the ambient noise that was life at Hogwarts had faded away.

Taking a couple of breaths, he looks at Kusuriyuri for a moment. "Thank you. It helps, some."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri nods. "Good." He draws a few more wards. "When you are properly sorted, it would be wise to have them in your room. Until then, with you is good." He tilts his head speculatively. "When you are more yourself, I can create stronger wards. Examining you right now would not be good, I think."

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He nodded. "Thank you, and it probably is safer not to," he said. "Just the brething rom this gives me.. It still hurts, but at least it's not getting worse."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri nods. "Not here, of course."

He bows slightly. "Perhaps you have heard of the houses?" A slight smile. "I have not asked you enough to know where you should be."

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

He nodded. "Of course."

"I have, but not enough to really know much," he said. "What do you want to know." He was a bit more polite, now that the pain wasn't worsening with almost every breath.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri folds his hands in his lap. He considers a moment, what would be the best information to give. "Tell me of your truth, please?" he asks finally, deciding that whatever this boy decides to tell him would be more helpful than anything he could think of.

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

"My truth?" he asked, confused. He has no idea at this point what the question means.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri tilts his head, a little surprised at the question in return. "So, your truth." He pauses a moment. "That which is, regardless of desire or circumstance," he adds as clarification.

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

"I'm not safe," he said. "And I destroy those I care about." He'd come to this conclusion in the last while, having lost Tylendel.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri frowns just slightly. "That is not truth," he says. The tone is still politely formal, but carries an edge of reproof.

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

"Isn't it?" he asks. "Certainly looks like it from here."

He shrugged. "Music, then. I can't stay away, even when I mean to."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri's frown deepens. "So, then, your truth is music?" He shakes his head slightly. Perhaps the boy does not know what truth is. He considers a moment. "So, then, music is all that makes you you?"

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

"I don't know how to give you the answer you want," he said. "I don't think I know the answer you're looking for."

He sighed, and rubbed his face. "You could say that Tylendel made me me, but he's gone, and it's all falling apart," he said.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"So you are nothing but the construct of music and another person?" Kusuriyuri's body becomes stiller, watching, waiting, his disapproval on his face and in his voice.

[vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com]

"I don't know how to give you the answer you want," he said, his voice getting slightly more strident in tone.

"Survival, perhaps. Up to point, my own survival matters. Or it did." Too many things had happened, in the last day, for him to have any solid ground to find answers from.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

"You cast about, looking for something to hide behind," Kusuriyuri murmurs. "A man with no face to show the world." There is no judgment in his voice, merely a statement of fact. "Perhaps you will gain truth here."

After a slight pause, he asks, "What, then, do you value?"