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Elsewhere Accepted / Amerel Bast-Retendra
« on: 18/09/2015 at 17:08 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name:
Amerel Denali Bast-Retendra

Gender:
Female

Age:
15

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
They are not currently played.
Father: Oliver Miles Retendra
Mother: Amelia Lane Bast

Residence:
Hogwarts during the school year and Wizarding London during the holidays/summer.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
No.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
N/A

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Amerel Denali Bast-Retendra was born August 11, 1931 in London, England; she is the youngest of three children, the first two being a set of twin boys named Oliver and Croft. Her mother, only 19 at the time, never married their father and instead the two have co-habitated for the better part of 17 years. Armed with her quick wit and sarky remarks, Amerel spends more time entertaining those around her and less time focusing on her studies (though she is highly intelligent and philosophical). She is an exceptional Quidditch player (Keeper) and active in the Infirmary; and Amerel prefers to take classes that push her to the limit. A self-proclaimed adrenaline (and cigarette) junkie, she isn't afraid of accepting dares or leading the pack.

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:
She hadn't been paying attention, not that it was anything new for the fifth year child, and the squalor carrying on around her had (for the most part) gone unnoticed. At least until she was barked at by the young child that had been making all the commotion. As the young girl beckoned for her to play, Amerel took a drag from her cigarette and promptly flicked the butt into the emerald grass beside her, rose up from her seat and casually meandered over to the girl.

"Me?" she inquired halfheartedly as she placed her black pack of cigarettes in her back pocket and stowed the lighter away in the cup of her bra. "Look--kid.." she began, before quickly shutting up and running her hand along the micro-braids that adorned her head. Amerel must have looked a sight; her blue jeans had more holes in them than Swiss cheese and the sorry excuse of a tank top she wore was faded at the seams and had a streak of dried liquid running down the front of it.

"Maybe you should run and find your dolls or somethin'..you don't want to be up there with them. It's how people get hurt--or worse.." Looking up to where her brother was busy terrorizing the skies, Amerel let out a short sigh. Her fingers ached to wrap around the well-polished handle of a broom and her heart fluttered for the feeling you got when launching your whole body into the air. It had been too long. "Besides-you'll never be one of them anyway.." she commented with a rather nasty tone.

It was better the kid knew now, instead of later (like when she was older and started developing feelings for boys). She would only be in for a letdown.

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