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((Incarnations of Immortality squibbait…unless I’m seriously mistaken in my memory and this character actually does appear, but I don’t think so *grins* There are ~~eight~~ seven books and a lot of minor Incarnations/offices mentioned. I am, however, playing this as squibbait.

In the series, each Incarnation has a specific power and is supposed to be supreme in his or her bailiwick. Sleeps would, obviously, be sleep. Her power is used by reaching into her bag and tossing some 'sleep seed' at the other person. This is supposed to cause the person to fall asleep right away. [Obviously, I made this up ;)] Whether your character is affected or not is up to you.))

The figure that steps into the Sorting Room apparently from nowhere, just phasing into existence within the room, though for this room, that would be nothing out of the ordinary, was clothed in a long flowing hooded cloak of soft shades of off white. A bag hung from a rope-like belt at the figure’s waist. Even with the belt, it was difficult to figure if the person was male or female. Which ever they were, the thinness of their figure lent them an air of youth—if he was male, he was still growing, if she was female, she hadn’t fully developed.

A hand reached up and pushed back the hood, revealing an elfin face surrounded by a wave of amber colored hair. The features were far too delicate for most males, yet still within the realm of androgyny. Green eyes surveyed the room, darting from fixture to fixture as if trying to see something behind them, looking for something that may or may not be there. A closer look at the face would reveal a certain peakedness to it, a fine webbing of lines around eyes sunk too deep within the skull and seem to burn out from their cave with an almost feverish light. Irritation flickers over the features as the same hand pushes back the hair and then falls back to its post by the figure’s side.

The voice, when it reveals itself, clears all doubt of the creature’s gender: A lilting brogue that speaks of a magical island, roughened by the sea pounding against the rocks of its coast. Molly Malone would know that accent and it would make her homesick. “I was warned o’ your tricks, Ol’ Nick,” she said, trying to sound bold and confident, though it sounded more as if she’d been up far too long. There was more truth in that than in any other explanation.

The quill hovering above the table containing the applications finally catches her attention. “What magic is this?” she muses, crossing to the table. “Be it white or black and shall I be believin’ ye either way? Be ye one o’ the Devil’s own, why would ye be tellin’ me the truth. It be t’ yer benefit to be decievin’ me.”

State your full name.

She looked at the question a long moment. “Sure an’ be believin’ ye know my name, old Nick. Ye be callin’ me by it oft enough.” She sighed. “I hold the office of Sleep. There be many a name for me. Somnos, Hypnos, Sleep, the Sandman, but sure an’ ye be seein’ how apt that one be,” she said with a laugh. “I be supposin’ ye wan’ my name before I became this Incarnation, then, are ye? Well, then, I were, once upon a time, called Colleen. A right fine name.” She nodded. “Though, truth be, callin’ a girl ‘girl’ is a bit odd, ain’ it?” she added softly, more musing to herself.

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

She frowned at the question. “Cheese? What an’ that be fer about, anyways?” She shook her head, irritation creeping back into her manner. “I suppose, ifin’ I must be pickin’ one, it’d be Carrigaline. It be a good cheese for eatin’ with a sniff of port.” She glanced around, again, trying to see if there was anyone or anything that spoke of the Underworld watching. Though, she knew she shouldn’t let her guard down. Satan had a way of finding out everything. “A port cheddar is good, too,” she whispered.

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

She looked at the question, baffled. “An’ I’ll not be killin’ anyone, thank ye,” she stammered. “Though, I be hearin’ that Death be Sleep’s half-brother. And, many be likin’ sleep to death, though, I’m not seein’ how. Though, havin’ not slept in, lord, must be onto five years a’fore I were taken’ for this job, I’m sure I wouldn’t know. Don’ be askin’ such useless question!”

3. What time is it where you are?

She snarled. “I am not Time, either. Don’ be askin’ such things. I am Sleep. I may jus’ be decidin’ it’s time for you to sleep, ol’ Nick!”

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.

She stared at the page. “Sexually harass? How dare you!” She turned away from the application and stormed around the room, kicking walls, pounding on them with her fists, all to no effect. She screamed her frustration. Not since she’d become an Incarnation had any room held her. She returned to the paper and refused to answer the question, going to the next one.

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.

She snarled, “I’ll not be a barmaid just to be gettin’ out o’ here,” she declared. “I refuse to be aidin’ any on their way Below!”

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.

She blinked at the question. Surely she’d misread it. She read it again and the words remained the same. “Sure an’ I’m not knowin’. Fate would know. That be none of mine.”

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.

She laughed at this question, though it wasn’t a happy sound. “What, are ye sayin’ ye don’ have yer minions to be helpin’ ye, ol’ Nick. Serves you just, to be strapped to a desk, slavin’ away.”

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

This question infuriated her. “Useless? Shall I be holdin’ back my services? What d’ ye think o’ that? No sleep, not ever, for anyone. Don’ matter what drugs or spells ye be usin’, ye won’ sleep unless I allow it!” She nodded savagely, pleased with the answer.

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.

“A bribe?” she asked appalled. “Oh, ol’ Nick, you think I’m just plum crazy, don’ ye? I’m not foolish enough to offer ye anythin’!”

I have read the

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

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____Somnus______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___Sleep________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____________

“An’, I’ll not be signin’ that las’ one, ol’ Nick!”

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[[The features were far too delicate for most males, yet still within the realm of androgyny. Soooo, pretty much every bishonen character in anime?]]

But I already took a nap!

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((Only, really a girl this time))

"I didn't be askin'..." The girl stopped mid-sentence. "Ye...ye said that?" she asked, pointing and backing away slightly.

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Yeah! Wishbone wagged his tail. I'm Wishbone!

Application for Sleep ((Incarnations of Immortality OC squibbait))

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