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E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Lysander Stone

Gender: Male

Age: 10

Bloodline:
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Not played characters. Separated.
Father is a muggle motor mechanic. Mother is a Floo Network regulatory officer.

Residence:
A small flat in wizarding London.

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:
No active characters. Formerly played Elias Egneus, Orion Greenwood, and Dorothy Dowd.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Lysander lives with his mum, but he likes dad better. Dad always lets him stay up late and play with other kids in the street. Not that anyone asked him.

Lysander prefers simple pleasures - fishing and listening to the radio and playing rugby. Having grown up in the muggle world, wizarding britain and its customs are unfamiliar to him. While he isn't a rule breaker per se, he has a habit of getting caught up in having a good time and forgetting that rules exist.

Lysander dresses in the comfortable clothing of muggle children - denim jeans and cotton t-shirts.

Those responsible for his gradeschool education saw a clever but unfocused boy, unmotivated to succeed but content to keep minimum pace in all areas of schoolwork.

With his mother's decision to leave his father in the aftermath of the explosive events of recent years, Lysander has been homeschooled in numbers and language. His mother forbid him to contact the muggles of his former life.

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:
It was an accident. He didn't mean to knock over nothin'. Not that mum ever listened about that sort of stuff. Mum never listens about nothin'.

Lysander huffed, kicking a rock with the toe of his worn sneakers. It skidded along and made some impressive distance before coming to a halt. He glanced about, spying another rock and making his way to it.

It was just some stupid glass ball. She cared about the stupidest things. Sometimes it seemed as if she just liked being loud and red-faced. Lysander took solace in the fact that it couldn't be double broken. He was safe from ever breaking it again ever. Maybe if mum could see his point of view she wouldn't be so mad.

He kicked rock #2. It glided along the paving and past a girl, standing there all cooty-infested and frumpy. She had unseated herself from one of the flying witch brooms (like what mum drove), and then hollered at him. Asking him if he wanted to play.

It took him off guard. No one in the magic world ever spoke to him. And they definitely didn't ask him to play. This was new territory. Uncharted.

He cleared his throat.

"Do you have a ball or something?"

Did magic people even play ball games?   

OTHER
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Adults & Children / Elsewhere Teen
« Last post by Bryson Rose on 10/10/2018 at 21:50 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Bryson Uriah Rose

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Alice Rose

Residence:
London

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:
Zo & Co

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
   
Yes. Another bloody Rose child.


   Cousin to infamous Serena Rose-McCormick, and the scandal worthy Chloe Elita-Rose. As the Rose curse goes, Bryson’s beginning was just as dark and dreary, much like the thunderstorm of our favorite blondes.
   Geoffrey Rose, brother to the eldest Rose heir, had four children with his beloved Vivian. Shiloh, Evvan, Bryson, and Trini were all rambunctious children, always causing a stir in the home.  All four children at one point attended Hogwarts, all in the house of crimson and gold. Their lives were the same as other pureblood children; duty, schedules, parties. Until their parents were killed in a tragic boating accident several years ago.
   The four were sent to live with their grandparents, Kellen and Beatrice. It was there they spent their time, growing closer to one another, and to their guardians. Even more so tragically, their grandmother fell ill to dragon pox in 1952, and the following year, their grandfather too passed. And so, the children were sent to live with their cruel Aunt Alice. She was nothing at all like her kind, soft brother. Instead they found a cold heart, and even colder outward personality. They all had began to resent her.
Being the eldest, Shiloh is fiercely loyal and protective of him siblings, and currently works at the Ministry. Evvan, freshly graduated, believes his family is the center of his life, but is quiet, intense. Trini is the youngest, being two years younger than Brys, and the wild flower child. Always with a grin and flowers in her hair, Brys secretly loves her the most of the family.


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:
Another day of dealing with dear old nan. The hint of sarcasm flooding his sense, attempting to ignore each syllable that fell from her sinister mouth. Head hung low, fists deep into expensive trousers, Bry walked just slightly behind her, as if her evil would rub off on him indefinitely.

"In my day, one wouldn't be caught with someone of that filth..."

She droned as she had all summer long about his cousin's illegitimate pregnancy. Honestly, it was all about annoying. He had nothing against Chloe, but who in Merlin's Bead gave the slightest concern about what she was up in her own time. Surely not him. And not his siblings.

The eyes she gave the park made his stomach churn, as if the children were tiny insects she wanted to swat away. It wouldn't have surprised him in the slightest if she reached out and knicked one for the hell of it. Instead, by his own dismay, his Aunt cut through the grass, attempting to get past the group playing.

But instead, a rather loud voice his attention. A gentler smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he stopped briefly. "I wish I could, little girl." 


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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Gracie Dahlia on 10/10/2018 at 01:24 »
Character Name: Gracie Dahlia
Face claim (first, then last): Alina Baraz
Link to accepted application/completed thread: x
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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Taliesin Ellwood-Luxe on 09/10/2018 at 01:59 »
Character name: Taliesin Ellwood-Luxe
Face claim (first name last name): Tom Hardy
Link to accepted application/completed thread: http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8286.0
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Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8286.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Taliesin Ellwood-Luxe | Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 09/10/2018 at 00:51 »
Accepted!
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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Taliesin Alexander Ellwood-Luxe
Gender: Male
Age: 37 [b/ 6/28/1918]
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
Hogwarts - Hufflepuff, 1936

Residence:
Yr Hendy. Ogmore-by-Sea, Wales, United Kingdom.

Occupation
Ministry, Department of Magical Social Affairs

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?
N/A

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: 11
  • Transfiguration: 5
  • Summoning: 5
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Ellwood-Luxe approved adoption!

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Linc Litch and Co~

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
It was summer, and on the cottage property of Yr Hendy, Taliesin smiled. It was a small thing, hidden in a scruffy length of beard that Gwendolen often wrinkled her nose up at when he leaned in for a kiss, but you could see it there, in the crinkled corners of his eyes. Luciana was laughing as she chased after the flowers her Papa had enchanted to fly around just teasingly out of her short reach. Alex and Catrin were helping their Ma pick the fallen fruit off the ground in the small orchard nearby; Tal could see his son if he leaned to the side of where he sat now, tossing a red gleam of apple high in the air.

A metal chime around the corner tinged its song as a light wind kicked up, tousseling the short locks of Taliesin’s dirty blonde hair and blowing the smoke from his cigarette up and away.

When Rasmus barked, then, it was a surprise. Tal looked over to find the golden lab at attention across the yard, looking over at the gated entryway that swung open. Considering they were not expecting any visitors, and that Yr Hendy was made unplottable many generations ago, the source of the intrusion could only mean one thing-- and that made Taliesin’s brow furrow, his smile dropping as he snuffed out his cigarette and stood.

“Luci, go help Ma now, okay?” he gently told his daughter, who smiled unquestioningly and skipped off toward the orchard. His feet moved automatically to Rasmus, who looked back at him anxiously with an indigent huff. Tal placed one hand on the old dog’s head to scritch just behind his ear, while his other hand lay casually in the pocket of his dress pants.

To say he was unhappy to see the two figures of extended family walk up his drive would have been an understatement. They nodded at one another, stiffly, as the two came to a stop a few feet before him. One of them held a hand out before them; empty, bare, palm up.

“Taliesin, before you--”

“I’m not interested,” he interrupted plainly, voice its usual low rumble but with a tired irritation tilting the words. His head cocked to the side, “How many times do I have to tell you this?”

“Until you pick a side,” this one’s words were pointed, harsh, slow and careful, “Cassius can’t keep--”

“I am not discussing this here. I’m sorry you traveled all this way for naught, but I’m sure you know the way out by now.”

“Taliesin--!”

“Good day.”

A huff of irritation, a stomp of a foot and a glare, and the two figures of family turned on their heels and stomped back out the gates. After a few feet, Taliesin heard the telltale crack of disapparation, and only then did he let his shoulders relax, let the breath out he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“What did they want?” Gwen’s voice picked up just behind him, and he turned to see her approaching while the kids, laughing, ran around the house obliviously. The wind had picked up a few stands of her hair, whipping the loose around her face, the light shining concern in her eyes.

“Same thing they always want, and I told them the same thing I always do,” A strained smile, and he reached out to wrap his arm around his wife’s shoulders. Together they headed back to their cottage, the dog trotting along at their heels.

It was summer, the sun was shining brightly, and all would be well at Yr Hendy-- Taliesin would see to that.

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

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:
With the collar of his thick wool coat turned up and his nose buried in the soft golden knit of a particularly lumpy but well loved looking scarf, Taliesin shuffled his way along the street and into the rest of the Diagon Alley masses. Perhaps the more efficient means of travel would have been to floo or apparate but, on this day, he was on a mission of sorts-- to pop into the various shops along the way that had expressed earlier interest, and collect their donated gifts.

Tal had been to a few already, the box he held already half-full of pre-wrapped boxes and small goody bags and stuffed toys. The turn out was wonderful thus far, and he only had a few more shops to stop at before he could call it a day. He turned a corner, hesitating at a slick patch of ice he found before shuffling around it and heading down--

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!"

Someone, it seemed, had been not as lucky or perceptive. Turning around, he was met by a very flustered looking man covered in a tinsel that Tal, too, seemed to have picked up a few strands of on his person in the accident.

"For Merlin's sake! I am so sorry! This blasted snow!"

“It’s quite alright, quite alright,” Taliesin replied in his quiet, gravely tones, plucking his bearded jaw out of the warm bundle of scarf to be better heard. Mirroring the other’s apologetic smile and setting his own box down, Tal reached to start gathering the strands that had fallen on and around him, “Let me help you with that, eh? Somethin’ that nice shouldn’t go decoratin’ the ground.”

OTHER
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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Bracken Thomas on 02/10/2018 at 03:29 »
Character name: Bracken Thomas
Face claim (first name last name): Drew Roy
Link to accepted application/completed thread: http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8283.msg29954#msg29954
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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Bracken Thomas | Elsewhere Teen
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 02/10/2018 at 00:25 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8283.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Bracken Thomas | Elsewhere Teen
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 02/10/2018 at 00:24 »
Accepted!
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