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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: scipio james argentum.
Gender: male.
Age: twenty-nine years old.
Blood Status: pureblood.

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry- former Slytherin student.

Residence:
Godric's Hollow

Occupation
Skippy doesn't work anywhere at the moment, although he does have plans for the future. Right now, he's just relaxing and enjoying life and seeing what it has to offer him.

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?
Skippy always loved Honeydukes Candy Shop fiercely when he was a Slytherin Hogwarts student. His dear mum would always give him just enough wizarding currency to satisfy his ever need and want at the candy shop. So, the shop being his favorite, he plans to fill out an application and work there for a few years while he makes plans for the future. However, he doesn't plan on staying- instead, he hopes to work at the Ministry for the rest of his days as an Auror, after recently finding a passion for tracking and hunting the bad guys- also known as wizards who've been to deeply immersed in the dark arts and whom are destined to go to azkaban because of some crime or another- in the society he now lives in. His past job was the Head of Slytherin and Potions Master for about two years before he left Hogwarts.

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: 2.
  • Transfiguration: 10.
  • Summoning: 10.
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:
I don't have any others right at this moment, although I am making three others for the future, and just so everyone knows not to use these names, I'll list them now: Scott Snyder, Lauren Brown, and Alex Dire.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Skippy was a surprise package to both of his parents when Aliya Marco and James Argentum were first told they was going to have a son. His father and mother were both a pureblood witch and wizard, his father the respected Minister of Magic at the time he lived, and his mother the Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the time she herself lived. They were both loved by society, whom held them dear to it's heart. His mother was a delicate, caring woman, beloved by all, and her son inherited her well-known cobalt blue eyes. She was a timid, reserved woman- smaller in comparison to others, with shoulder-length honey blond hair, whom always found a way to find time for her one and only son and child- for both his mother and father both vowed and agreed to have no more children so they could focus on their one and only Skippy. His mother was a beloved Headmistress- she was kind and caring to her students and cared deeply, passionately about all of them- they could come to her with whatever they needed and she would help them through it. Every night, she told him stories of her family, and of legends and myths, running her hands through his flaming red hair with her long, nimble fingers, kissing him on his nose, forehead, and cheeks goodnight, and telling him he was way too pretty for his own good, Although he inherited his mother's cobalt blue eyes, he looked the most like his father, with the trademark flaming red hair, a dense spray of ginger freckles across his porcelain cheeks and nose, and upturned eyebrows and the mischievous trademark smile, that immediately got himself branded a troublemaker from a young age, especially with the shop owners at Hogsmeade and the staff at Hogwarts. He was a hyperactive, trouble-making bundle of joy with long, nimble fingers which couldn't possibly seem to stay still, like his mother's- whether it was sweeping his hair behind his ears, fiddling with his jackets, or drumming lightly against his legs, they were always moving- and that was why he always had a few pieces of machine parts to fiddle with, assemble and disassemble. His father was a fair-minded, deeply respected and beloved Minister of Magic, and those who had loved in his time always had something wonderful to say of him and would tell stories of his greatness from generation to generation. He had time for everyone- every single person, animal, and child that lived, and would stop a meeting at once if it meant someone wanted to talk, even if it wasn't serious or an emergency. He was just a natural, beloved leader- one that wouldn't be forgotten until the end of time. He was proud of his one and only son, teaching him the secrets of magic and Quidditch and even Muggle sports like Football and Baseball- he wouldn't miss even one game, even if that meant cancelling a meeting. He always found time for him, and loved to play with him, even if it meant giving him a piggyback ride through the hallways of the Ministry of Magic or letting him ride upon his powerful shoulders, and everyone called James a gentle giant. At Hogwarts, though, with his mother as Headmistress, Skippy became a Slytherin student, even though his parents were both legendary Gryffidnors. But Skippy was a hardworking student and a legendary Quidditch-playing Seeker, animagus- taking the form of a massive, golden eagle- potions maker, transfiguration student, and loyal friend- but he was a massive troublemaker and couldn't go thirty seconds without getting in trouble, whether it was blowing up the bathrooms, setting dungbombs off in the hallways, or driving his teachers and the caretaker to the point of insanity, even though he was highly advanced in comparison to his other peers. But, despite Skippy being cunning and a troublemaker, he wasn't like most of the other Slytherins at all. He was a peace activist- compassionate, kind and caring, never not offering his help to someone in need, and fair-minded when it came to arguments and fights- preferring to resolve the problem with words rather than violence. And in the end, he eventually became the most popular student in the history of Hogwarts, becoming a prefect and head boy- and his parents were fiercely proud of him, and he eventually caught the sharp eye of a girl named Denver Bradshaw- a popular Gryffindor- although not as popular as Skippy. Denver was beautiful, with warm green eyes and a sheet of silver hair, and a transfer from Beauxbatons. It was like boom- love at first sight. They were like the perfect couple- dancing with one another at parties or celebrations, holding hands beside the lake and on the streets and inside the hallways, and stealing kisses in the hallways before parting ways to go tuck in inside their Common rooms. But then two things hit Skippy like a rocket- his mother, his dear, beloved mother, had fallen ill with a disease unknown to those at St. Mungo's, and Denver was killed by a dark wizard on the run from Azkaban. The grief was unbearable, reaching it's breaking point when his mother died four weeks after being diagnosed. It was as if Skippy had no reason to live- he stopped eating but kept a mask of joy on his face at Hogwarts, being one person there and a totally different person at home, filled with sleepless nights and rounds of wracking sobs and tears. His father couldn't bear seeing him live like this, even when he was dealing with his own grief himself, and sent him off to Auror training upon Skippy's request. To this day, Skippy is still filled with grief and heartbreak- and who knows? Maybe he just needs a girl who could show him the possibilities of life, someone to stitch and heal his broken heart....

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:
The sky was a pale gray- quite a sad color, Scipio Argentum thought, his lips, the color of candy floss, turning down at the edges in a fierce, annoyed scowl when he looked up at the sky, realizing all too late that the stupid snow wasn't going to decrease any time soon. The tip of his porcelain nose was already starting the get red from the chilly air, and it didn't help his mood at all when he realized that his cheeks were already rosy and flooded with color. Drawing his emerald green robes tighter around himself, with one fist deep in his pockets and gripping his wand, he set off at a quick, steady pace with long, well-balanced strides. How he longed to be back in his own home and curled up on the couch with a book in front of the roaring fireplace and his greyhound Aurum curled at his feet. He'd been just about to walk inside of Honeydukes when a heavy body slammed into his own, knocking the young wizard off of his feet so that he cracked his head on the concrete.Moaning, he placed a pale hand on his
forehead, which he had hit on the ground on his way down. Wincing, a crease between his eyebrows as the boy frowned, Scipio got to his feet on shaky legs, stretching each of his limbs tenderly and slowly with agonizing movements, before straitening his robes and running a hand through his flaming red hair. The corners of his mouth pulled even deeper down in a frown when he looked over the man to make sure he was okay, but was relieved to see that physically, he was unharmed. Bending at his waist, Scipio carefully picked up the box the man had dropped and offered it to him with a small, mischievous award winning smile that had labeled him a troublemaker from a young age. "it's alright, sir, we all have our moments."


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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: scipio james slytherin.
Gender: male.
Age: twenty-nine years old.
Blood Status: pureblood.

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Residence:
Godric's Hollow

Occupation
Honeydukes Candy Shop

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?
Yes- I plan to work at Honeydukes Candy Shop.

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: 32.
  • Divination: 30.
  • Transfiguration: 32.
  • Summoning: 32.
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:
I don't have any others, although I might in the future.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Scipio was born to a pureblood witch and wizard- James Slytherin, a descendant of one of Hogwarts's founders- Salazar Slytherin, with a long line of ancestors before him- and Aliya Marco, another pureblooded witch distantly related to the Marco pureblood family, which had grown tremendously over the eons. He looked more like his mother- who had been a  than he did his father, with flaming red hair, upturned eyebrows and a mischievous smile that had branded him a troublemaker from a young age, a dense spray of freckles across his nose and cheeks, but his mother's eyes- which were cobalt blue. Ever since the hyperactive bundle of joy was born, he'd been a rich, sarcastic troublemaker with a knack for getting in trouble- especially at his time in Hogwarts. The boy was constantly blowing up the bathrooms, setting dungbombs off in the hallways, and annoying his teachers to wit's end. But then the impossible happened- his dear mum Aliya, who had ran her pale, delicate fingers through his flaming red hair and told him he was too pretty for his own good, who had sang him to sleep with gentle, light lullabies every night with her warm arms wrapped around him, cuddling him to his chest, had been bitten by a rogue werewolf on her way through the trail in the woods winding through the back of their home. Apparently, Skippy's delicate mother wasn't as strong as his father James ha portrayed her to be when he reassured the young boy they would fund a cure, that she would be alright, or she would survive but have to take the Wolfsbane potion- for she had died within three weeks of the transformation. Wracked with grief and guilt that he couldn't do anything but watch her die, Skippy became rude and often snappy, but quiet and reserved, which was so unlike him his father couldn't bear to see him unhappy like this.   

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:
Cobalt eyes widened when something slammed into the lanky build of Scipio Slytherin, sending the boy tumbling down onto his side. Moaning, he placed a pale hand on his forehead, which he had hit on the ground on his way down. Wincing, a crease between his eyebrows as the boy frowned, Scipio got to his feet on shaky legs, stretching each of his limbs tenderly and slowly with agonizing movements, before straitening his robes and running a hand through his flaming red hair. The corners of his mouth pulled down in a frown when he looked over the man to make sure he was okay. Bending at his waist,Scipio carefully picked up the box the man had dropped and offered it to him with a small, mischievous award winning smile that had labeled him a troublemaker from a young age. "it's alright, sir, we all have our moments."

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