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your final year ; 
Harry Potter was born in the year 1980, but that's not where we want to be. No, let's go back further. Here is where we want to be. It's March of the year 1978, dolls. The infamous Marauders are in their seventh & final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry; the first war against the Dark Lord is about to begin. The Hogwarts students are joined by some guests this year. What role will you play & where will you end up?
It's all in your hands now.
0180 • gryffindor
0165 • ravenclaw
0020 • hufflepuff
0235 • slytherin
0050 • beauxbatons
0010 • durmstrang
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canons & locations & story belong to j.k. rowling.
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LASTNAME, firstname
 Miroslav Vlastislavov Zelenka
| ZELENKA, miroslav |
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{. MIROSLAV ZELENKA  FROM A WHISPER TO A SHOUT;;
the person behind the computer ` the name ` michelle, but you can call me whatever you wanna
the age ` fourteen
contact info ` pm =]
roleplay experience ` three years
other characters ` this be my firstt
how you found us ` site hoppin‘I GAVE IT ALL MY OXYGEN TO LET THE FLAMES BEGIN;;
the character basics ` the name ` Miroslav Vlastislavov Zelenka
the age ` eighteen
the birthday ` Name Day -- March 6th ……… actual birthdate is April 20th
the year` seventh
the house ` durmstrang
the blood ` pure
the wand ` fourteen and a third inches, blackthorn, with a kelpie’s heartstring for a core
the member title `BURIED BENEATH IT ALL, HIDING BENEATH IT ALL;;
the character appearance ` the claim ` godefroy francs
the hair ` dark brown, curly, kept moderately short, rarely styled -from his father
the eyes ` hazel - a mix of his fathers dark brown, almost black, eyes, and his mothers grey ones.
the body-type ` six foot one - from his father
the distinguishing marks ` small cleft in his chin, a scar on his left nostril, scars all across his back (some stretch marks, but mostly from his fall - see dementor), along with some scattered birthmarks, and the thoughtful look you can almost always find on his face.
WE ALL BECAME SUCH FRAGILE BROKEN THINGS;;
the character personality ` the habits `
the hobbies `
the likes ` his family
his friends
people who follow the rules
having fun
swimming
traveling
italy
chocolate
russia
rain
the Ocean
piano
czechoslovakia
the countryside
literature
art
cigarettes
fine wine
loyalty.
the dislikes `england
slackers
annoying people
young children (with the exception of his sisters….most of the time)
rude people
stupidity
hypocrites
ignorance
excess noise
any insults directed at anything he holds dear (family, friends, country)
pain
extreme weather
most cities
large groups of people
when people (ie. his mother) fuss over him
his temper
the patronus `
the dementor ` "Come on Miro, m’bored an’ you prom’thed!"
"Marika, I'm busy."
"Pleathe, pleathe, oh pleathe Miro!"
"Fine, but only once ïîíÿòî?"
"Yay! I love you áîëüøîé áðàò!"
He had promised his little sister the day previous that he would fly her around on his broom, something she loved for one reason or another. His parents had gone out for a while with the twins, leaving Miroslav alone with the recently turned five year old as he tried his best to keep her happy and study for his end of year tests that awaited him after the break was over. Personally, Miroslav hated flying, he didn't see a point in it and the sport of Quidditch had never really caught his attention, but his baby sister, his Mika, had him wrapped around her smallest finger and he would do whatever she asked of him. Taking out the broom he had received from some distant relative on his seventeenth birthday, he got on and motioned for his sister to get on behind him. The teen slowly flew around the grounds of their manor, a smile tugging at the edge of his lips as he heard the giggles flowing from his sister.
"Fathta áðàò, fathta!"
"Alright."
A bit of uncertainty slipped through his voice. Miroslav had never really flown very fast before, preferring to go slow whenever he was on a broom. He wasn't exactly the best flier either, so as he gradually gained speed his flying became slightly erratic. His sister, seemingly not noticing the behavior of the broom, was laughing and yelling for him to go faster. He gripped the broom tighter, trying to gain control over it, but that seemed to make it worse. The broom swerved to and fro and Miroslav wasn't even in control of it anymore. Marika had finally noticed something was wrong, and tightened her tiny grip on her brothers sides.
"You can thlow down Miro, and thop thwervin‘!"
"I-i-i can't, but don't fret ìàëåíüêîå îäíî, everything will be fine."
She nodded, though he couldn't see, and pressed her forehead against his back. He pushed down slightly on the broom, trying to get closer to the ground so that he might be able to throw Marika off without her getting hurt, when the broom jolted upwards. The grip on his sides tightened once more and he leaned forward to stop, or at least slow down, the out of control broom. All of a sudden the broom stopped, and started to free fall. The seconds that went by seemed like hours until they finally reached the ground, after falling well over thirty feet. The feeling of his body slamming into the ground was painful to say the least, especially when only milliseconds later his sister landed on top of him. The last thing he heard before blacking out was his sisters whimpering for their parents. the boggart ` Having somebody die because of him, whether it be by his own wand or indirectly. Miro would not be able to live with that on his conscience.
the secrets `
the dreams `
the general personality `
A MEMORY REMAINS, JUST A TINY SPARK;;
the character history ` the parents ` Vlastislav Zelenka, fifty-three, and Milena Zelenka nee Sokoll, thirty-nine.
the siblings ` three younger sisters; two who are twins, Vlasta and Viktoire who are ten, and then the baby of the family and his favorite sibling, Marika who is seven.
the other relatives ` the majority of the eastern european pureblood community, and some of the western.
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THIS IS HOW WE'LL DANCE;;
the other things ` anything else? ` adminedit c:
the roleplay sample `
| QUOTE | As Regulus Black on a site from a while ago
His mother claimed that there must have been some kind of mistake and that his brother would have to try on the hat again and be sorted again. He didn’t want to be sorted again and Dumbledore claimed that he would most likely end up in Gryffindor again, because obviously that was where he belonged. His mother was furious and sent both her son and the headmaster howlers, but Sirius merely laughed at them when they exploded and grinned and waved at anyone who turned around to look at who got the howler.
When Regulus started school, his brother brought him to sit in his compartment with his friends and he hoped and wished that Regulus would be like him, but he almost knew that it was hopeless to wish for wishes never come true because Regulus was different from him and had always been afraid of disobeying their mother. During the summers, Regulus would spend sleepless nights staring at the ceiling and listening when their mother and Sirius shouted back and forth and their mother would wonder where they had gone wrong with him.
His brother’s new friends at school were, different from Regulus and didn’t seem to like Regulus too much. He had hoped and wished that they would all get along because Regulus was, his brother who had been his only friend during their childhood. Sirius wondered why he liked his new friends better than he liked his brother and he wondered if it was because his new friends were different from Regulus or if it was because they were more like him than his brother would ever be. Regulus was sorted, and Sirius was disappointed.
Regulus saw Sirius with his friends at school, saw him laughing and Regulus thought Sirius had always laughed too much. He loved Sirius more than anything else but he was different no matter what Sirius constantly repeated and he would never be able to change because then their mother would hate him too and he didn’t want to become the traitor.
Sirius remembered all the times at home when they were younger and when he and Regulus had been sitting on the stairs and played their childhood games and Regulus had been his best friend and Regulus would listen to his all stories and be flabbergasted and beg him to tell him the same stories over and over again. Always the same ones.
But then Sirius ran away from home and things got worse. Their mother pretended that she had only one son and at school Regulus pretended not to have a brother and tried to avoid Sirius by all means. He caught Regulus’ arm once or twice in the hallways as he passed by and pulled him to a halt just to exchange a word or two. Regulus would wait while Sirius said what he wanted to have said and then would give him an empty stare before leaving the hall without replying.
Is mother telling you to act like this? Sirius called after him once but Regulus had already gone around the corner and during those days Sirius's mood were always bad and he made James and Peter go with him to hex Snivellus, because Sirius knew that usually cheered him up.
Sirius knew he had already lost his brother years before but when he really did lose him, he cried but he only cried once because he had mourned his brother for years already, yet during those years, he never cried and Lily never had to put her arms around him and tell him things would be alright.
Regulus was always alone. These were the times he spent in the forbidden forest, hiding in a tree until someone came across him, usually a fellow Slytherin seventh year. Blue eyes snapped to a figure approaching.
“Yes? Can I help you?” the dark haired boy asked, in a quiet voice that was quite unlike him.
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