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KINNPORSCHE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY EVENT

— Ep 3: Favourite Episode

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Welcome to Waging War, Sunshine. The role of Gwenog Jones is now taken.

I was really ecxited when I saw that we had an app for Gwenog because she's a personal favorite of mine. And in your app you captured perfectly what I've been looking for in an app for her. Although she's a strong, independent and competitve person you've still managed to show her softer side in your app and I absolutely loved that. - Admin Carrie Please submit your blog in the next 24 hours and follow all other steps on our checklist

OOC INFORMATION

NAME: sunshine PRONOUNS: she/her AGE: 23 TIMEZONE: pst ACTIVITY-LEVEL: 3-4 - I’m a graduate student and I also have a job. TRIGGERS: removed by the admin ANYTHING ELSE: you guys!!! this is the neatest premise for a harry potter roleplay on tumblr :0 seriously, you put in so much dang work, and it shows! you should be proud of yourselves! 

BASIC INFORMATION

CHARACTER YOU’RE APPLYING FOR: gwenog “don’t touch me, it’s quidditch time” jones  FACECLAIM:  jamie chung  REASON FOR YOUR CHOICE: I’ve always enjoyed the idea of a professional all-women’s sports team that reached the level of fame and success of the holyhead harpies. I have an older HP oc of welsh origin, and I’ve done a decent amount of research on how to incorporate welsh culture and mythology into the HP universe.  writing gwenog is an exciting opportunity to explore this further and provide a more diverse and enriching experience in the group. further, she’s just such a strong-minded, resolute character. and again, she provides color and variety to the world - as much as we love the tension and drama of the order vs the death eaters (and the followers of grindelwald, in this case!) I think it is all the more important to contrast this struggle with the larger magical world, who may not be directly involved but nevertheless affected.

MAGICAL TOOLS

WAND: her first trip to london equipped her with many of her school-year firsts, including her ash wood, dragon core 7″ wand. famously prickly, obstinate, and dedicated, the wand chose gwenog for her like-minded and firm personality, already lively and independent. although a touch temperamental, the wand works consistently and well, for her single-minded focus keeps her magic in line.

PATRONUS: the welsh (northern) goshawk. gwenog would like to say that it represents her competitive streak, agile handling, and notorious speed on the broom that makes her a vicious and efficient beater - but in reality, this bird of prey patronus encapsulates more than basic quidditch tricks. her patronus is the goshawk for the dogged determination and hard work she devotes to her passions. she may like to comment about her talent on the pitch - which goes without saying - but her unyielding determination and perseverance is rather marked of her hufflepuff house affiliation. although often seen as sharp and aggressive, she is nevertheless passionate, skilled, and driven. more sensitively, just as female goshawks are dangerously protective of their fledglings, so, too, is gwenog defensive of herself, her team, and the rare few who have earned her fierce loyalty.

BOGGART: gwenog sees herself. a worthless, beaten down, broken self.  she’s terrified of becoming irrelevant - some footnote in the hogwarts trophy room, to be dusted off every year and forgotten.  and sure, yeah, she’s seen some progress. she may not have excelled in her studies, but enough of her professors have witnessed enough talent and ambition to merit some curiosity. prestigious member of the much-vaunted slug club. a couple of scouts seeking her out after graduation. growing professional plays taking off.she’s been told enough times that slytherin house would have suited her well. despite her rising successes, a part of her always fears the fall - a sports injury sufficient to keep her grounded, off the pitch forever. a more talented player, constantly swooping in to stymie every gain, every potential victory.  and so, she sees a gwenog she knows that failure could make her - and she chases away the image with a broomstick to knock that damn boggart flat on its ass as the broom WHOOSHES past.

A LAYER DEEPER

PERSONALITY TRAITS: 

positive i.  I feel like this has been touched on above, but her aggression can be the terror of her enemies, and the security of her friends and team. when channeled well, she can be a fierce defender - for as much as beaters are known as frightening offense, they play defense as well, and keep a constant eye towards the protection of their team.

positive ii. gwenog knows she’s right when she’s right. she sticks to her guns, and it is a trait that has remarkably helped her career skyrocket - she protects her own interests and won’t let herself be used, fooled, or swayed.

negative i. gwenog knows she’s right, even when she’s wrong. sometimes her self-assurance is acerbic, unyielding, and hostile. she is resistant to advice, and even the most constructive of criticism is harshly received.  she can end up pulling the rug out from under herself when she lets her pride and stubbornness get in the way of better judgment or compromise.

negative ii. she’s so determined and focused on her quidditch career that most other things tend to fall by the wayside - grades, family, relationships, and all the little things that seem so irrelevant when she’s pulling on her robes, tying back her hair, and dashing out to the pitch with her blood racing.  she can be so focused that she becomes myopic and neglectful of everything else in her lfie.

CONNECTIONS: not sure if we’re deciding to make hestia and gwenog relatives, but that’s a potential connection, there !

greta catchlove. sometimes, even gwenog can’t explain how the two girls became such close friends.  she often rolls her eyes at greta’s sweet-tempered nature, but rarely admits that she admires how greta always seems so kind  to all when gwenog can barely summon the patience to deal with the people who only mildly get on her nerves.

demetria eaves. although essentially strangers, something about the grace and dignity with which demetria carries herself stirred something in gwenog.  demetria has her own talent - something whch gwenog can understand, connect to, and admire.  she keeps an eye on her from afar for now - but it might not be long until she sends a free quidditch ticket her way.

reena giroux. while even mentioning the name might elicit a sneer and snort of disgust, along with a few choice words, gwenog secretly thrills at the excitement of their closely paired skills.  while she’d rather die than lose a match, reena is talented, and that makes each game feel that much more alive.  if she ever had to face her off the pitch, however, tempers may flare.

(I went with all of them because I want)

FUTURE PLOT IDEAS: 

plot idea i. I’d be interested in relationships that challenge gwenog. whether if this counts with professional (ok, it’s personal, it’s way personal) rivals, like with reena or james, or even anyone willing to call gwenog out on her bullshit and hot air, it’d be a dynamic kind of plot to interface with the constant clashes she’s bound to face - and how many times she must face them before she’s finally forced to look her stubbornly held truths in the eye.

plot idea ii. interpersonal relationships, part deux, or, ‘when will gwenog ever get a girl?’ while finding a ship is not and will never be the main objective of this blog, the development of the kind of skills and sacrifices necessary in forming  long term commitment is certainly not yet developed in her repertoire of skills.  perhaps she’ll find some characters who cross her path that attract her, but the dedication and hard work involved in creating - and MAINTAINING - a relationship will challenge her in an entirely new and different way, and can even start to nudge her firmly held world views.  as we know, gwenog is dogged once she sets her mind on something - but will this be enough to motivate her? it’d be interesting to find out.

plot idea iii. as her fame and success grow, and she becomes an established figure in international quidditch, how will she cope with the rising unrest in europe?  how does it affect her friends, her family, even the trajectory of her career? will she feel compelled to get involved? even use her growing sports following to influence her fans? what about if old school loyalties, few as they might be, reach out to her?

SEXUALITY & SHIPS:  this girl is gay!! while she’s had her dalliances here and there, and even a couple of relationships that kept her involved for longer than her norm, something has prevented her from quite finding a deeper connection.  she may brush it off and call it all a distraction, or a simple ‘no strings attached’ lifestyle, but gwenog hasn’t yet found - or learned - how to keep a relationship going outside of a passionate, crash-and-burn fling. one of these days, though, she might just find a woman who’ll make her fall hard - maybe just hard enough to figure out what she wants and how to really work for it.

EXTRAS: pinterest link

WRITING: here we go u guys aaahh

A breath in. Out. The crack of leather as she tightens her grip around the neck of her broomstick, her greaves dark against the grain.  It’s not raining - not yet - but the pitch is soaked in a pervasive, foggy mist that beads against her skin and flattens her hair to her scalp.  Her robes absorb the heavy water and she feels the weight pull on the balance of her broom.  She blinks away the condensation clinging to her eyelashes, and the sound of her heartbeat pounds loudly in her ears, willing itself not to be forgotten.  These are the long centuries before match start.  The weighted minutes before the toss of the quaffle, the blur and motion of the game.  Each second ticks.  Each heartbeat sounds, a klaxon in her chest.

They maintain their formation, fixed in space, hovering in a moment of captured time. Her eyes sweep the field, catch another’s.  They look quickly away - she smiles.  It was probably a misfire, an awkward, unintended intimacy with a stranger.  But she likes to think it was because they knew.  Her smile curls like charred paper, turns feral, and fierce, and proud.  

A shout, a flutter and crackle whizzing by.

And the world explodes into color.

She hurtles forward, shoulders rounded and angled aggressively ahead.  Her broomstick fishtails, spinning out as she clips the enemy beater.  She pulls with a hard yank into a controlled sweep, a bold turn that passes her over them - they duck, as she knew they would - and her aim is clear for a savage hit that connects with the hissing bludger in a satisfying crack.  It goes wheeling backwards, chattering wildly, but the chaser she’d aimed for made an impressive roll and kept their pace.  Gwenog clicks her tongue in frustration, but her peripherals notice a speeding smear that registers alarms in her mind an instant later.  She rears, narrowly avoiding the enemy seeker, whistling past. She allows herself a cursory assessment of the field - and her own seeker pulls up from below, jockeying for position. Good.  She’s on it.

Gwenog moves on - it’s out of her hands.  Her fist tightens further around the haft of her beater’s stick, teeth clenched hard until she feels the ache of it smart through the line of her jaw.  She catches sight of a bludger straightlining for one of her own, and rushes to intercept. Her own teammate gets there first, sending a nod her way, and pitches the bludger towards her.  Gwenog grins savagely, prepared, waiting - and swings true, throwing a surprise assault to the enemy as both seekers dive and twirl in a hostile dance.

A muted roar, like the crashing of waves, erupts from the crowd as one of her girls makes a score through the hoop - and then it doubles, deafening,as her shot make devastating contact, throwing the enemy seeker into a spinning freefall.  Her seeker reaches, reaches - and the game is called.  Short, this time, but it leaves her breathless.  Gwenog punches a fist into the air, and as her beater pulls her broom alongside her, she slams their hands together, hands cupped into a jubilant, crushing grip.

“Brilliant, Gwenog.  We were brilliant.”

“Bloody brilliant. Let’s see if we can’t make it last less than five minutes, next time?”