Sorry to hear you think that anon! You’re wrong, but sorry to hear that anyway. If you check, you’ll find that most of our RP has actually updated in the last two days and those who haven’t are on a hiatus and will be back in the next week or so.
The character list, for both taken characters and suggested open canon characters is here! There are still numerous canon characters yet to be taken (ie. the Longbottoms, Arthur Weasley, Ted Tonks, the Prewett siblings, to name a few) and a we are open to OCs.
JAMES POTTER → GRYFFINDOR → SIXTH YEAR
→ aneurin barnard
James is growing up, fast. War is advancing, his friends are in all kinds of messes, and he’s definitely on the way towards losing his youth and assurance that everything will sort of turn out all right, really. Yes, he comes from an old pureblood family, and that status still protects him and gives him more freedom, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t worried for his friends, and for his — well, whatever Lily may be or become, anyway. He’s headstrong, sure, and a little arrogant — but he’s going to lose some of that childish confidence any day now. War’s coming.
….But there’s also Lily. And she…sort of? Likes him? She seems to not despise him anymore, which is obviously a plus. And, hey, at least they’re talking. Honestly, a part of James just wants to pour every bit of energy he has into talking to Lily and making Lily laugh and maybe, possibly, asking her out (again) quite soon…But she’s a muggleborn, which means that the war has suddenly become personal for James on a whole new level. He can’t just choose to live life on the comfortable side — not that he would, anyway, but the temptation’s there — he’s got people to fight for, Lily to fight for.
As for the rest? School is dragging on, as it usually does. He’s got Remus, he’ll do all right. Qidditch is the one thing he’s really good at, and it’s the one thing he’s never lost any confidence in. Once a month — around full moon, say — he finally gets to roam the grounds with Moony and Padfoot and Wormtail again; they’ve finally all learn the Transformation, even Peter, and the grounds are theirs for the night. And, yes, all righht, some people might see three underage wizards out late at night with a Werewolf and only see the danger, but come on; there’s a War on. If they can’t handle one scrawny wolf —Remus, to boot, he wouldn’t hurt them, don’t be ridiculous — James thinks they probably won’t stand a chance out in the real world, anyway. Who said anything about being reckless? It’s only logical.
REMUS LUPIN → GRYFFINDOR → SIXTH YEAR
→ gaspard ulliel
Remus Lupin is above all else, a pacifist. Some people (Sirius) would call him a woman for it, but he truly doesn’t understand violence, or the need for violence. At least, he didn’t before the war truly began, but perhaps that’s what makes him such a good spy among the werewolves; his ability to keep his head in high-stakes situations.
Remus isn’t the type of boy, the type of man, to solve his problems with his fists. He never has been. No prank he’s ever pulled has been violent or harmful, and he prides himself on being able to pull James and Sirius back from those sorts of pranks. Remus is the level-headed one, the thinker, the planner. His job is to take James and Sirius’ ideas and root out the inconsistencies, smooth the ruffles. He’s very good at it, which helps.
Remus will never be the soldier whose name is revered and bandied about history, but he can be the monster in the dark, the one who uses those terrible instincts for something better, to build a future for the children of the heroes. That’s all he really wants: a future; perhaps not for him, but for all of his friends, and their friends, for everyone standing up for what’s right, for those who support the soldiers, no matter how quietly their doing it, for those who dare to go outside when they’re bloody well terrified but refuse to let that fear overwhelm them. He can do this for them.
Even if it means looking his best friends in the whole wide world in the eye, and lying to their faces. Even if doing that breaks his heart. Even if it kills him.
NARCISSA BLACK → SLYTHERIN → FIFTH YEAR
→ sarah gadon
Wherever Narcissa Black goes, people talk about her. She rarely talks about other people. She doesn’t need to. She can make it perfectly clear what she thinks of you with a single depreciatory look or raised eyebrow. And people work hard to make sure that Narcissa likes them, because if she doesn’t… well, your social life might suffer.
The youngest of the three Black sisters, Narcissa is renowed for her beauty and elegance, but she’s also a hard worker. She insists on perfection in every aspect of her life, including her academic results. But even if she stays up all night learning, she will appear at breakfast looking fresh-faced and so much lovelier than you can ever aspire to be. She is determined to make her family proud, and to live up to the promise of her pureblood heritage.
She has always played her cards well. She knows how to make people like her. She can play the belle of the ball, the ditzy blonde, the innocent youngest daughter. She will put her hand on your arm and laugh at your jokes and extract your deepest, darkest secrets from you, and you won’t even be aware of it. She will smile at you all evening, but there is no kindness in her eyes.
Narcissa Black probably doesn’t care about you, but oh, she cares about her family. She is fiercely protective of her older sisters, no matter what they get up to. One might even say that caring is her biggest weakness. Because caring too much makes you vulnerable. It makes you weak. Narcissa will lie awake at night, her throat tight with fear, thinking of what might happen to her family if the Dark Lord doesn’t succeed.
But don’t even think about calling Narcissa weak to her face. Her smile will cut you like a knife and she will leave you trembling. Narcissa Black will always leave you trembling, even if, under her ice cold facade, she is trembling as well.