Post by Sylph on Jan 19, 2006 8:09:58 GMT -5
OOC: ok, here's the thing. I need your very best role playing here people. Just state your name, preferred position and then an IC demonstration of your skills on the quidditch pitch. That's all there is to it!
IC: Sylph strode over the lush green grass of the pitch towards where people seemed to be gathering, a jaunty swagger to her long stride and a casual grin on her face, her silver javelin broom slung over one shoulder and a box containing the various quidditch balls under the other arm. Here she was, Gryffindor prefect and newly assigned captain of the house quidditch team. Sylph was fiercely competitive; she just hoped that there were enough quality players here to make up a full team. She herself was a natural in the air, but then she already had an affinity with the element of wind, right?
"Alright guys?" she grinned at the young hopefuls as she reached them, dumping the ball box down on teh soft turf. "Would you mind waiting, I just need to do one thing." She swung her broomstick from one shoulder to the other with lazy grace and control, before dropping it so that it hovered at the perfect height for her to mount. Kicking off she soared up in the air as fast as a falcon, enjoying the wind battering her features and whipping her long violet hair around her shoulders. She almost wished that she could have afforded that Nimbus, or even the Firebolt for that matter, but Sylph's family were not wealthy. Still, it was talent that mattered, not the broom you rode, and Sylph had plenty of that. She just hoped the others here did too.
In fact, as if to prove to herself that she deserved to be here, Sylph grasped the handle of her broom firmly and shot off in the direction of the goalposts, looping artfully around each of them twice before heading back to the group.
"Right kids," she said as she landed, her voice slightly breathless - well, it had been a while since she had flown. "Here's the deal. I want each of you to state your preferred position and demonstate your skill to me, what you do I leave up to you, but nothing too dangerous, hey?" Her green eyes twinkled humorously; she was a captain to be liked. To a point. If you didn't pull your weight she'd be down on you faster than you could say bludger.
"Now, not all of you will make the first team, but don't be disheartened, we always need reserves, and believe me when I say that we'll need each and every one of you. Now, who's first?"
IC: Sylph strode over the lush green grass of the pitch towards where people seemed to be gathering, a jaunty swagger to her long stride and a casual grin on her face, her silver javelin broom slung over one shoulder and a box containing the various quidditch balls under the other arm. Here she was, Gryffindor prefect and newly assigned captain of the house quidditch team. Sylph was fiercely competitive; she just hoped that there were enough quality players here to make up a full team. She herself was a natural in the air, but then she already had an affinity with the element of wind, right?
"Alright guys?" she grinned at the young hopefuls as she reached them, dumping the ball box down on teh soft turf. "Would you mind waiting, I just need to do one thing." She swung her broomstick from one shoulder to the other with lazy grace and control, before dropping it so that it hovered at the perfect height for her to mount. Kicking off she soared up in the air as fast as a falcon, enjoying the wind battering her features and whipping her long violet hair around her shoulders. She almost wished that she could have afforded that Nimbus, or even the Firebolt for that matter, but Sylph's family were not wealthy. Still, it was talent that mattered, not the broom you rode, and Sylph had plenty of that. She just hoped the others here did too.
In fact, as if to prove to herself that she deserved to be here, Sylph grasped the handle of her broom firmly and shot off in the direction of the goalposts, looping artfully around each of them twice before heading back to the group.
"Right kids," she said as she landed, her voice slightly breathless - well, it had been a while since she had flown. "Here's the deal. I want each of you to state your preferred position and demonstate your skill to me, what you do I leave up to you, but nothing too dangerous, hey?" Her green eyes twinkled humorously; she was a captain to be liked. To a point. If you didn't pull your weight she'd be down on you faster than you could say bludger.
"Now, not all of you will make the first team, but don't be disheartened, we always need reserves, and believe me when I say that we'll need each and every one of you. Now, who's first?"