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

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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.”

( Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants. ~Jessamyn West. )

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!”