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I want to laughwhen I see you struggle  

side note: Rawiya tends to go by 'Rain' or 'R.P.'


The Sorting Quiz
Please Bold Your Choices

1) There are three paths. One leads to a wandering road, another to a lake, and one over a mountain. Which one?

A) None of them, I'm at home reading.

B) Lake

C) Mountain

D) Road


2) Which type of spell is most useful?

A) A Complex Spell

B) A Spell Of Control

C) A Combat Spell

D) A Healing Spell


3) How would you describe yourself?

A) Wise

B) Cunning

C) Hard-working

D) Loyal


4) Someone infuriates you in public. How do you react?

A) Shrug it off.

B) Tell them that they are worthless and to get a life, infuriate them, push them, and storm off.

C) Get up, look at them right in the eye, and walk away like it never happened. a bit of tie between b. and c.; it really depends on what way they use to infuriate her; mostly C. though

D) They are just joking around.


5) What is most important to you?

A) Grades.

B) Getting your way.

C) Life.

D) Friends and family.




6) Give a description of your character's personality. Personality must be at least one paragraph long. Are you noble or sneaky? Arrogant or Humble? Anything about your character that might help the Sorting Hat decide. (Don't worry, you can copy this onto your character page later!)

Everyone knows what a boggart is. The mere idea of seeing your greatest fear manifest temporarily in front of you is enough to make most people blanch. Question is, what happens to the person if the illusion breaks through reality? Let me tell you what is for certain: Cursed are they who realize there is no doorknob left to turn.

Hope is a commodity Rain can almost always afford... even when the consequences jump at her throat. It’s a fantastic asset and a crippling liability at the same time. So when her parents broke it to her that they were getting an annulment, the frantic girl went into a long-term denial phase that left plenty of salt in her bed. When she finally opened her eyes to the fact that yes, there was nothing she could do, perhaps that was when her personality began to diverge into the two overlapping polars they are today..

In a world that’s the cooking pot of irony, it’s a hassle to have a sanguine spoon in the defeatist soup. While Rawiya Rain strongly adheres to her questionable moral code and principles, her inwit endlessly prods and nags in this battle of dominance. No matter how much she tries, it seems futile to achieve her mastery over internal conflict. The screaming of her own emotions warring with her nous will be her downfall. Some days are fretfully overwhelming, and when it’s all over, all she can do is think, “I made it without killing anyone.” If strength is holding back, Rain would make Hercules green with envy.

”Instinctively being in tune with your own emotions isn’t all cracked up to be.”

–Rain Sassari

As she’s presented with the eternal dilemma of seeing every angle, don’t expect Rain to be capable of cohesive decisions. Her all over the place outlook on almost everything is compensated and “balanced” by her ferocity and passion for the remaining one percent. Don’t criticize her values from a logical point of view if you wish to test her intelligence - you’ll only end up believing she’s an overly emotional and defensive dunce who’s incapable of logic. That isn’t to say this always happens, however. If you catch her during one of her bouts of apathy, you might see a strong-willed erudite with absolutely zero sh**s to give instead. Either attitude is unfavorable if set off in the wrong way, and so to be frank: Accept her for who she is or leave her the hell alone.

Rain exudes an uncharacteristic aloofness in spite of everything. The irreparable urge to always distance herself tends to deter people from approaching her at all. A transparent, shallow appreciation lines the crevices of her disposition, suggesting a contrived set of reactions that only add to her unapproachability. Lonely as this might sound, it doesn’t take much to find the alcoves that lead inside her walls. Knowing her gives people a drastically changed opinion, or at least most of the time. Most, if not all, pretenses are dropped when someone she likes strikes up a conversation. Many have remarked on her frequent habit of breaking out into a smile, more to reassure herself than others. She’s gained a few odd looks because of this as well, but her fury set alight keeps crude remarks at bay.

Even with her benign affability shadowing her, the feisty nefelibata resists the constraints of rules. It is never in her intentions to break them for pure sport, and is instantly incensed whenever someone accuses her of such. How is it her fault that some rules sound bumkum? She’ll be as law-abiding as she can, but as she’s stated before: “If the rules won’t bend over for me, I won’t bend over for them.” Nucleation will be required when she’s reading the rulebook, and if the rules don’t come through… well, the prefects won’t be plagued with ennui for sure.

Being the practitioner of witzelsucht she is, Rain has no sense of "this isn't the time to be joking around." In crises, it is a fickle coping mechanism that errs on the side of effrontery. Reigning it in never seems to be an option for her — "Of course it's not funny. What the hell do you want me to do? Cry?" You have 4Minutes to quit grousing about it or she'll defenestrate you... and that's if you're lucky. In her opinion, you should consider it a compliment if she tries or succeeds at shoving you out of a window. If you've truly raised her ire, she'll slam a door on one of your limbs or venenate your dinner.

Mutable may she be, the sass not always accompanies the Sassari. Blessed (and cursed) with an enduring pair of ears, the long jeremiads of upset friends are quotidian to her. A serene side exists to complement the popping of lava — a true serendipity. While her constant self-referencing may come off as self-centred or unsympathetic, it just goes to show that she's willing enough to try and feel what the other person's feeling in order to help them. Her verbal communication skills are agrestic, so unsurprisingly she has a difficult time conveying what she intends to say. Give her some time, a paper, and a pencil and she'll probably whip up a tearjerking consoling letter. Piece of cake. Rain knows she's methane hydrate, and that people prefer the cool droplets of her smiles and tears over the unsparing passion of her heart and soul. She's going out there to prove that fire can be as every bit as nurturing and soothing as water.


7) Write about the history of your character. History must be at least two paragraphs long. How did they grow up? Is there an incident that made them the way they are? etc. (Again, you can copy this onto your character page later!)


“Most wizards and witches from South-east Asia attend Mahoutokoro School of Magic in Japan. I can barely fathom how that worked during World War II. Since most of the wizarding community surprisingly refrained from joining the fray (which is technically unpatriotic, if you ask me), I suppose it’s plausible to an extent. There had to have been a few accidents, though, and I wager that someone has already faulted humanity as a whole and thrown in a few jeremiads for good measure. Can’t say I don’t agree with them.”

“My story didn’t begin with my birth or my parents’ meeting or my grandparents. I like to think it began during World War II, with my great-grandparents. My great-grandfather — let’s call him Felipe — was one of the wizards who participated in the fighting when Japan invaded the Philippines. Ever heard of the Bataan Death March? Go read up on it. He was one of the prisoners.

“See, Felipe’s magic specialty was either not for combat or escape or he just couldn’t risk the Muggles seeing. I’m hoping it’s more of the former, seeing as the latter sounds f**king ridiculous in the middle of a war. Life-or-death situations are included as exceptions to the International Statute of Secrecy anyway.

“Anyway, his friend who was with him was like brilliant with elemental magic and stealth spells or something, because he escaped three times. One time, he apparently jumped into a river to escape the Japanese’s bullets and fell asleep there (I’m thinking Bubble-Head charm.) He always came back for Felipe though, until they finally managed to escape together. That’s a pretty great friend to have, don’t you think?

“When they came back to their home, Marinduque, they continued rebelling and fighting. Not a single Japanese escaped that island alive during the war. I might have inherited that trait of becoming bloodthirsty whenever someone tries to attack my loved ones the people I care about.

“I don’t have a similar story for my other great-grandpa, but I do have one for my great-great uncle’s wife. She was a Chinese witch with either god-level Transfiguration skills or the ability to bypass Gamp’s Law. Her family was sort of impoverished, but they never starved as long as she was alive. Behind a special wardrobe she owned (and no, there were no lions involved), she literally fished for food. She had a fishing rod (might’ve been her wand in disguise) and everything. Kind of hard to top that.

“She never passed on her talents and took them with her to the grave. Ever since I heard her story, I immediately knew that I wanted to be like her, even if it sounds like a distant fantasy. I’m not smart — no matter what people say, I know I’m not — and I don’t believe I can count on any of my few so-called talents. For Christ’s sake, I can’t even remember to tie my shoelaces sometimes! I’m a self-deprecating person and it annoys everyone including me. That’s okay; they can leave any time they want. I’m stuck with my annoying damn self.

“Rant over… Hi, my name’s Rain, or Prue, depending on where you’re from. I would say hello in my native language, but apparently whoever spruced up the end product decided that it shouldn’t have a word for ‘hello.’ The closest we’ve got is ‘kamusta,’ and that means ‘how are you?’ Wow, this country’s forebears must’ve been pre-etty nosy about their neighbors’ affairs.

“You’re probably expecting me to tell you a sappy love story that will melt you into a puddle of feels when talking about my parents. Or you’re not. If you seriously are, better stop reading now before I put a crack into your idyllic romanticized view of things. Innocence is a gift you shouldn’t take for granted. Trust me on that. I’ve been there and some days I can’t read anything without seeing an innuendo in i- oh, wait, not the type of innocence I was trying to help you preserve.

“My parents were both your typical high school teachers. They met, got married, and had me. Er, it did take them a while to have me. My mum wasn’t and isn’t exactly skinny, so she had to go jogging for months for me to come into the picture. I still don’t get why’d they do that just to have a kid... especially if you end up not loving the other person anyway. Humans are a complete mess, I swear.

“Adding the fact that they struggled with financial issues after my birth, I still don’t understand how it was worth it. My parents say I’ll understand when I’m older, but I do and I still don’t think I was worth it. Eh, might be me and my self-deprecating self. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents. It just feels unfair to them...

“I had a decent, even fantastic, childhood. My parents doted on their only child and gave me everything I asked for. You’d think I’d end up being a mammothrept or something, but miraculously, I was not. In fact, my parents were grateful to the heavens above and told me I was probably the nicest child they’d ever met. I have a hard time believing that. They’re my parents; they’re bound to be biased.

“Apparently I was maturely touchy on the subject of money, even as a kid. Whenever I overhead my parents worrying their heads off, I’d always suggest to sell my ludicrously extravagant amount of toys. Seriously, I barely managed to play with all of them — kind of impractical. My parents always refused and resorted to the gushy “omg-you-are-such-a-sweetie” technique in order to distract me/cheer me up, which to this day, I abhor dislike. Please don’t ever do that in front of me.

“When I was three-going-on-four, they enrolled me in a local Kumon center. (Look it up if you don’t know what it is.) At some point, both of them started working part-time there so they could keep an eye on me. Did I mention how overprotective they were? Yeah, now I’m mentioning it. To this day, they are. Mostly my mother though, and you can’t blame the woman. She’s the one who carried me around for several months, endured the kicks and mood swings, and suffered through the Caesarian birth.

“I spent roughly seven to eight years at that center, broke a national record, and became the star pupil. Around age nine to eleven, my parents enrolled me in an actual school. Sort of. I was put in (every time I write ‘put in’, I read Putin) the homeschooling program because of various factors, including and not limiting to parental overprotectiveness, my social inability, and my late enrollment. I was accelerated to make up for the past few years, effectively skipping three or four grade levels in the process. That was a relief. I really didn’t want to go through learning ABCs and counting all over again.

“Long before my prepubescent days, I became acquainted with the basic computer. Fast forward and rewind a little, I was utterly enamored with the experiences the internet offered. While I am aware they held good intentions, Mum and Dad strove hard and long to shield me from the cruel realities of the world. They failed, and the repercussions tore me apart and taped me back together. The internet was the doorway to the start of my painful growth and the seed that wrought the first dredges of cynicism inside of me.

“Reliving some of my memories would only toss back dismal clouds in front of my eyes, obscuring the light that keeps everything moving. Let’s not delve into unnecessary relapses here. (Oh my God, did I just say all of that deep-sounding wise stuff??? What is wrong with me???) In order to refrain from overloading your brain, I’ll keep it short and try to be as concise as I can: We don’t devote enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks.

“Then the whole annulment sh** happened and I’d rather not go into that. Don’t even try to push me. I don’t know you. You’re just a stranger and I’m being forced to tell my life story. If you’re really nosy, then at least have the decency to get to know me first. I’ve met more than my share of two-faced bastards — some of them got better and some of them got worse — and my bulls*** radar is on point, so get the f*** out of my sight and don’t even try.

“Mom wanted me to get a better education (third world country schools did not meet her standards), so she enlisted the help of my aunt-supposed-to-be-but-never-was-because-my-uncle-is-a-bit-of-a-blind-fool-despite-all-his-intellect-and-charm so we could immigrate. Soon enough, we were in California and sort of settled. I was fuming because my dad wasn’t with us — he had to stay behind — and that left a yawning, awkward distance between me and Mum at all times. We skirted around the topic, but sometimes it couldn’t be avoided and triggered some outbursts.

“Before I go into another rant, I’ll talk about how amazing my aunt is. Descended from a long line of fanatical Scourers, Aunt Vivian was expected to follow in their footsteps. Although the Scourers’ time have long since past, they still exist to this day and never fail to disrupt the wizarding community. In every line, there’s going to be a break in the link, and Tita Vivian was that break. She disobeyed her father by divorcing her arranged husband, falling in love with a Squib and having a child with him. Not exactly in that order, but she’s awesome. Honestly, arranged marriages are so old-fashioned. Who the hell in their right mind would go through with one? Don’t even answer that. It’s rhetorical.

Tita Vivian’s mother was a No-Maj, surprisingly, so I’m willing to wager that she got her stubbornness from her dad. (He’s dead now. A heart attack swept him out of this world.) She’s half-Filipino and half-American, and frankly she’s smart AND pretty. I don’t understand why Tito Derek even let go of her… Other fish in the ocean my ass. Tita Vivian’s one hell of a catch and it was a dumb move tossing her back into the ocean.

“We hadn’t even unpacked yet when Tita’s job required her to move to Great Britain. (Why is it called ‘Great’ Britain? Is that just a formality? Do countries have to earn their titles like people? How would that even work?) Tita fortunately had a few contacts, so the process was remarkably fast. Mum wasn’t too disheartened — Britain met her standards, apparently — and after a few more months of waiting, we were official residents of England.

“You’re probably scrolling back up and down with your brow furrowed, wondering why I haven’t mentioned any of my magical outbursts. That’s because they were unbelievably subtle, and even I didn’t notice until later on. When I was a mere toddler, I cracked my skull when I tumbled down a flight of stairs. Somehow, my magic delethalized it and I didn’t even need to go to the hospital. Maybe that was just a strike of dumb luck, but I’m not so sure. The butterfly-shaped scar is still there.(hover cursor on sentence) During other incidents, people’s clumsiness meter broke personal records whenever I was irritated sorry NOT sorry Mom. Cups of liquids spilled, glassware broke, and more than a few articles of clothing disappeared. I guess the whole “karma is our specialty” legacy in my dad’s family wasn’t without a grain of truth.

“All of Mum’s plans for me flew out the window the moment the owl shot out of the laundry chute. It was hilarious. Mum started screaming like a banshee and Tita came running with a baseball bat at the ready. I laughed so hard I almost cried. My mum protested when she finally recovered enough to read the letter with me — initially she was dead set on sending me to some fancy British Muggle school — but with some urging from Tita (bLESS THAT WOMAN), she eventually relented. And so began my journey in this fantasy world.”


8) Write about your character's appearance. How do they look like? Are you planning on using a certain model for your character? If you already have a picture in mind, you can put it here!

Rain Sassari — Hogwarts
Model: Aleyna Yilmaz

9) Are you Pure-Blood, Half-Blood or Muggle-Born? Do you have any notable magical relations? (Remember, you cannot be related to important Harry Potter characters!)

Mixed blood/half-blood.

10) Does your character have any special magical abilities? Or special abilities in general (photographic memory, etc.)? Is he or she of a different magical race, such as veela, vampire, werewolf or the likes? Part or half of that magical race counts! (Remember, you cannot have an "exotic" characters as your first two characters!)

N/A

11) What year is your character in?

Entering her first year after this summer.

Any House You DO NOT Want to Be In? (No Promises, Sorry)

Everyone she's met insists she's definitely a Hufflepuff, which irks her far more than she lets on. What do they know about her? People are so quick to jump to conclusions that sometimes they can't even see true reason anymore.

Any House You REALLY Want to Be In? (Sorry, Again, No Promises)

When she read about the Houses, she immediately wanted to be in Gryffindor, not because of the fire or that she’s brave/thinks she’s brave. Quite the opposite - she believes she isn’t really smart (and she hates riddles), wants to be a braver person, and wants to stop running away from all her problems (which she does far too often for her own liking.)

Out of Character Questions (These do not affect which House you'll be sorted into)


1. How much time will you have to participate on this RP site? (This does not affect which House you'll be sorted into).

A) I have a lot of other responsibilities, and although I really want to be a part of this wiki, there may be days on end I won't be able to participate in anything.
B) Although I do have some other responsibilities, and there may be times I'll be absent, I should be able to participate on a weekly basis, around my other schedule.
C) I should be able to participate at least some every day.
D) I have loads of free time, and don't see participation to be a problem at all.


2. Is this your first character?

A) This is my first character
B) This is NOT my first character.


3. If your answer to the previous question is B, how many characters do you have? How many of them are "exotic"?

3 exotic characters (1 inactive exotic char) + 4 major characters = 7

4. Please post your time zone in relation with the UTC time zone (ex. Eastern Standard Time is -4), but if you don't understand how to calculate that then please simply put the name of your time zone below.

+8 UTC

Number of A's: 1

Number of B's: 0

Number of C's: 2

Number of D's: 2


Gryffindor crest The Sorting Hat has placed Rawiya Sassari into Gryffindor!


"You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart."


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