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Elsewhere Accepted / Arcelia Alvear
« on: 19/08/2015 at 15:27 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

Character Name: Arcelia Natalia Flor Alvear
Gender: Female
Age: 19 25/12/25
Blood Status: Pureblood

Hogwarts - Slytherin

Outskirts of London

St. Mungo’s – Spell Damage

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 12
  • Divination: 6
  • Transfiguration: 8
  • Summoning: 6
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
The Lovely LocksleyDouglass and that crew

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
With a shock of shiny mahogany hair and big, amber-coloured eyes, Arcelia arrived in the world late on Christmas 1925. She was not expected until January and this early arrival spoke of things to come.

Arcelia Natalia Flor Alvear, roughly translating to a treasured Christmas flower, did things her own way. She was the eldest female in her family and that afforded her certain liberties. Like going unnoticed for extended periods of time. Confident as the day she was born, there was nothing that could stop her when she set her mind to something.

Arcelia loved learning, but, in her opinion, the best teacher was experience and not what books could tell you.

It was no surprise to anyone around her when she was sorted into Slytherin. Arcelia was not cruel, as some stereotypes said of Slytherins. She could be rather kind if she wanted. That was an important trait to note about Arcelia. She could, and would, be whatever she wanted, when she wanted.

It was her cunning and ambition that made her perfect for the house with a snake as its mascot. Her ambition was of a quiet nature, she rarely tried standing out academically or strove to become a student leader. That would have just been horribly unfair of her, to monopolize the awards and recognitions in the school. No, Arcelia would rather be close to those in power than actually have the power herself. That way she could use these connections and relationships to her advantage in the future.

For Arcelia, it was always more fun to be the one next to the most powerful person, than to be the one doing all the work and making all the decisions. In this position she could still be influential but remain free to live her life. From here she could work hard when she wanted, which was often, but she could also have all the fun she wanted.

And fun was what Arcelia was all about.

You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
It was a beautiful day in London. The sky was overcast, it was snowing a bit heavily. The streets and sidewalks were slick and slushy from the snowfall that morning, but the cool bite from the air held a sort of promise for her. Most people may consider Spring a time for renewal and fresh starts; for Arcelia Alvear, it was Winter and the approaching Holiday season.

Perhaps it was because her birthday was this time of year, followed shortly by the beginning of a brand new year.

A new year held such wonderful potential and possibilities. It felt like the best time of year to improve oneself or try new ventures. Arcelia was all about trying new things and improving herself. How else would she reach her true potential?

For those reasons, Arcelia was in a splendid mood as she traversed across the crowded, damp cobblestones of Diagon Alley. She was having an amazing hair day, her lips were painted in a classic, bright red; a new colour she was finding she liked to wear. Best of all was the sound of sharp clipping that her brand new pair of heels were making against the stone. Black, highly polished and utterly immune to the wet weather, they were Arcelia’s new prized possession and an early Christmas gift to herself. Or maybe a birthday gift. It didn’t really matter which, they were the same day.

Arcelia worked hard, which she loved to do because she despised being bored. Working hard also meant she liked to spend what free time she did have spending her hard-earned money on things she loved. As a Christmas baby, people weren’t always generous with gifting her both Christmas and birthday presents and so Arcelia sometimes had to spoil herself to get the things she wanted. Until she found someone who wanted to buy things for her she would have to do it herself.

The sound of a loud, deep male voice shouting out just behind her brought her attention to her surroundings just in time to turn around and see a box thrown theatrically into the air, its contents seemingly suspended in the air for a moment before they rained back down on the owner of the box – and herself. The man nearly bowled her over but Arcelia managed to step just out of the way enough so that they didn’t have a head-on collision.

Before anyone could react – the man or any random passersby – Arcelia let out a peal of laughter. Draped over her mahogany hair was a long strand of sparkling green tinsel. It only served to raise her Holiday spirit. The sound of her laughter caused her already bright, warm brown eyes to melt into a smooth, caramel colour.

The man started to speak, to apologize. Arcelia simply smiled brightly, saying, “Well, I’m ready for the next Holiday party now!”

How did you find us? The site called to my lonely heart.

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