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Elsewhere Accepted / Winifred Llewellyn \\ Adult App
« on: 10/04/2017 at 07:52 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Winifred Katrina Llewellyn
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-five
Blood Status: Halfblood

Education: 
Gryffindor '41

Residence:
Downtown London

Occupation
Healer\Emergency & Triage

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?
St. Mungo's

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: 10
  • Divination: 7
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 8
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:
Zo & Co

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Eleven

“Oh, come off it, you git!” she roared with laughter. The sorting hat just announced her entrance into the best house in the entire school: Gryffindor. Seated amongst the crimson and gold, she found her place, her home away from home. So what was missing?

Her gaze found the next victim of the old, tattered hat. Trailing his dark skin, taking in the beauty he held, their eyes interlocked.

“Ravenclaw!” the hat shouted, her heart dropping.


twelve

“My father is in real estate,” she cooed, head in Hugo’s lap. Their group sat by the lake, tangled into one another, finding the solace they all yearned for.  Never did she think a group like them, of every house, would find an immediate bond last term, but it came effortlessly.

“My mum is a Healer. Quite popular, or so I hear my father saying,” Jude’s snort brought a laugh from her lips. “What? It’s true.”


thirteen

“Noah, you know, you should really stop frowning so much. It’s seriously giving you wrinkles,” she whispered across the library’s table, books sprawled between them. “You’ll never find a girlfriend with that attitude.”
Hugo’s laugh brings an unexpected blush to her features. “Oh hush, you won’t either.”


fourteen

Their first kiss was as magical as she imagined it would be. Fingers lost in her hair, a palm felt on the small of her back.  The spark was evident, his touch electrifying every inch of her skin.
Did it always feel like this?
Hugo’s breath was warm against her lips, parting to fill their lungs with oxygen.


fifteen

“Clem, just ask him out already,” she whined, annoyed at the only girl she ever gave a damn about. “It’s not hard, I promise. Just walk right up to him and ask him. He can’t say no.”
“He won’t say no to you, Clem. Just try,” Hugo’s voice echoed from his place between Winnie, arm draped around his girlfriend’s shoulders.


sixteen

“Ig, you look dashing, mate,” her voice held an element of surprise. “There won’t be a person there that will be able to keep their hands off of you!”

The party was starting soon, the celebration of Noah’s birth, the group getting dressed together in the spacious mansion of the Jude’s family manor. It was kind of their friend to throw such a party, but deep down, Winnie knew there was a part of Noah that wished it wasn’t happening.

Boys and their pride.


seventeen

“I love you, Hugo,” she spoke before pressing her lips to his own. The last day of term and realization was hitting her hard. Never would her and her friends be younger than they are on that very day. After their summer trip, it would be time to be adults and begin their journeys to find their own place in the world.
And she only wanted to spend it with Hugo.


eighteen

No longer did her brash behavior see the light of day. Her smiles had slowly faded, noticed by those around her, including during her internship at St. Mungo’s. The shining star had dimmed dramatically.
“….see other people,” her chest tightened as the words fell from her lips.
The tears didn’t flow until the door closed.


nineteen

Ig,

I’m sorry we haven’t spoke lately. Work has me terribly busy. I hope all is well.

Xoxo
Win


twenty

“How have you been, Noah?”

Clatter of silverware, wandering eyes, half-filled wine glasses. He aged better than imagined, but forever would he remain the self conscious Hufflepuff that she befriended so long ago. The curl of his lips earned the same response from her.

“I’ve missed you, Winnie.”


twenty-one

“You look good,” the yearning in her heart cried at the sight of her ex.
Why would the gods play such a cruel trick?


twenty-two

The memories were slowly fading to the back of her mind. Mexico was no longer haunting her.


twenty-three

Becoming a Healer was the greatest thing she could ever imagine. The smiles, the pride swelling in her chest, and the never ending hours; it was all she imagined for her adult life.
Wasn’t it?


twenty-four

The letters were less and less frequent, the faces of old friends fading away, much like their photos that hung in the study of her lavish home. She was beginning to forget what their voices sounded like, what it meant when they exchanged their affections. The truth was upsetting, but it was just that.


twenty-five

Her heart stopped and raced all at once.
Was that….Jude?
No, no, no.
It couldn’t be.

Could it?


Roleplay: 
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.

Roleplay Response:
The day was just beginning, being her day off from the long hours of the hospital. Truthfully, she loved her job just as much as the next witch, but today felt different. Like she had been locked up for centuries, not been able to see sunshine for that duration. There was an aching in her that she couldn't rid, and hadn't the faintest idea as to how she could fix the problem.

After apparating to the busy streets of Diagon Alley, she kept her purse close, under her right arm. The beautiful weather gave her an excuse to wear a beautiful pale blue dress, ending just below her knees. Her long, dark hair was down in curls, dressed to impress whomever she might see.

Anything could happen.

On her way to the robe shop, a voice calling for help caught her interest. Her head turned in that direction, eyes peaked in curiosity. Following the frantic voice, Winnie found a woman sitting on the ground with a shoe in her hand. Frowning, the former lion marched right up to her.

"You aren't a damsel in distress, woman. Get the 'ell up."


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