ROSIER, evan,

[ren2]

About the Character

Name:
Evan Dimitri Rosier.
Age:
Seventeen.
Gender:
Male.
Year:
Seventh.
Celebrity:
Hugh Dancy.

Note: I wasn't quite certain if I were able to apply for a seventh year student, as I scavenged the site for any evidence of age or gender restrictions, and found none.

Canon or Original?:
Canon.

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Likes:
Dislikes:

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About You

Name:
Ren.
Years of Experience:
A few, although the 'x' number of years, I'm unable to recollect.
Sample Post:

A sigh escaped her lips, as she mussed with her hair, pretending to tie it, then letting it cascade over her shoulder bones. A rustle of the leaves above and crunch of grass nearby lent her no reason to alarm her senses, but it truly felt that her ‘fleeting childhood of perfection’ could not possibly compare to this fleeting sensation of relaxation. How impossibly stupid could she be; where was it legitimately proper to accomplish a scapegoat, one not of blame, but rather of stress transference, if such a term existed. If she knew she were to meet Collin, even for the shortest period of time, Rinny found she had something to look forward to, as absolutely awkward to admit that was, but it could be viewed as at least, she weren’t telling him directly, and subtly mentioning the concept may or may not take to his liking, but either way, would embarrass her.

As his name involuntarily reverberated within her ears, being the last and only words spoken in the silence, audible footfalls triggered her alert. Rinny dared not challenge herself to fully glancing to her side, where a far away figure panicked her, and attempt in ignoring the painfully irritating conscience that insisted and remained determined above the rejection. It had ceased to distribute its opinion in this situation – it must be sleeping, as the sun was beginning to lower itself in a flurry of pastels. Time seemed too precious at the present moment to waste as the figure neared with ease, to the naked eye. Pulling her sweater closer to her torso, a questioning look captivated her facial features as a stalling realization became apparent in her eyes of the warmth provided by the clothing piece was much lesser than what had been initially promised, and the slightly worn denim adorning waist and below was thin material.

“Yes?” She could have nearly shrieked as a voice uttered the word. A voice? Was she tormenting herself at her own disadvantage – she did have quite the overactive imagination, but that would be cruel. If she was correct, the last words said were two, and from her, ‘Collin Toro.’ Oh, the voice that indicated a symphony to Rinny’s ears, belonged to one of the few friends who could unknowingly brighten her day at merely the sight or sound of the select few. “I heard my name, and I could recognize that voice anywhere.” That clarified who the symphonic voice belonged to, as she had originally inferred. Collin was standing beside her, and a nervous clutch wrenched the pit of her stomach, and in accidental response, a hoarse squeak emitted from her strangled vocal cords. A weakened smile quirked the corners of her mouth, before she meekly coughed, slightly disheartened he witnessed her brief idiocy, and giggled.

“What are you doing, just sitting here?” Surely, he had not intended a harsh blow, and Rinny had not interpreted the inquiry to be relatively mean. “Collin!” Plainly, she felt it was necessary she acknowledge him and prove she recognized him an inch or so off the bat. “I was … relaxing,” If she had chosen to leave the phrase unfinished, she feared he might assume he interrupted one of her very scarce thinking sessions, but if he’d gathered that, as expected, she’d vow to somehow, if directly or indirectly, inform him everyone does enjoy his company, dropping slight dramatic emphasis on the word ‘does’ for his sake. Standing to her full height, but one inch short of his height, she smiled. “What brings you out?” The reversible inquiry repeated in a failed attempt to change the subject.

Other: Elves.

[ren]

I give you my most sincere apologies, and I wasn't intending to throw everything out of whack. This was a mistake that I have no idea how to explain. I'm extremely sorry!

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

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[bella]

I’m assuming this is rejected then.