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Elsewhere Accepted / Makenzie Brixton - Elsewhere Adult
« on: 12/04/2016 at 03:17 »
E L S E W H E R E A D U L T
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Makenzie Brixton
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Blood Status: Pureblood
Education:
Graduated Hogwarts 1932
Residence:
Owns a house and plot of land in Northern New Zealand, but has recently a home in Hogsmeade which was left to her in her late brother’s will.
Occupation
Owns a Magical Creature Sanctuary in Northern New Zealand.
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?
Nope.
Requested Magic Levels:
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- Charms: 9
- Divination: 5
- Transfiguration: 8
- Summoning: 10
Nope
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Mikhail Vasilijev, Nellavie Vasilijev (pending)
Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Makenzie Brixton was born August 29, 1914, as the youngest of 2 children to Thomas and Melanie Brixton. Her family members were loud, boisterous, outgoing, and good natured residents of Hogsmeade. Makenzie started off a happy child; friendly, fiery, and mischievous in personality with a “throw caution to the wind” and “act now, think later”: kind of attitude. This, in combination with excessive clumsiness, did tend to create a somewhat hazardous youth – but even so, Makenzie didn’t skip a beat.
She had always considered herself blessed in her youth. Despite a knack for getting into sticky situations, she found herself lucky to have loving parents, an older brother whom she always looked up to, and friends whom she adored. She had the pleasure of growing up with one Sebastian Petrocci who she considered her ‘partner in crime’. They caused havoc around Hogsmeade as well as in their first few years when they were both accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The first few years at Hogwarts went smoothly, the girl getting into minimal trouble (in her own eyes, although possibly not from the staff’s point of view) and making friends easily. Makenzie fell into a fairly close-knit group of students which included Sebastian, Timothy Vartan, and Georgia Carlisle. Life was good, and she took it for granted.
In her later years she would scoff at how naïve she had been. How things had seemed so easy simply because she had the blind innocence of a child, not looking past her own care-free attitude because she merely did not want to grow up. She liked her past and she hadn’t wanted it to change. But like holding a handful of sand no matter how hard she squeezed, it still managed to slip away. Looking back at who she was then, Makenzie could have never foreseen who she would grow to be or where her life would lead.
Makenzie had struggled with leaving childhood behind her during her first few years at Hogwarts, whereas her closest friends seemed to move through the stages of adolescence easily. Or maybe this was simply what she told herself to justify why it felt as though the people she valued most seemed to have no issue (in her mind) leaving her behind. It was also what she told herself to justify why Sebastian left in their third year, without even saying goodbye.
She would have never admitted to him, but she had always adored Sebastian. He had kept her safe and given her courage in so many ways, and when he left it broke her in a way. She was left to fend for herself, learning that even the best things in life could be taken away from you.
That was summer when her mother moved out left her family to live in America with some man named Edward. Not only did Makenzie learn that the most valued things in life could be taken away, but the memory of them and the pain of their loss would always be an open wound unless she made a conscious decision not to let it. Her father would never be the same after that and it was another chapter of life, and Makenzie hadn’t been ready for it.
But the years went on and Makenzie, who believed her friends had traded her in for new ones, did the same. She grew distant to those whom she had started school with and fell in with new friends. Although in many ways she was still a good-natured kid, she never found herself truly close with anyone at the school. Every class, every gathering, and every social event she wore a mask of someone who was care-free and social, and grew to be unphased by the consequences of her actions less and less. If people didn’t care about her, why should she care about them? In reality she was jaded, and could no longer bring herself to more than simply go through the motions, biding her time until graduation when she could get as far away from Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and London as possible.
When her childhood friend Sebastian reappeared, again without a word, in her sixth year, Makenzie kept her distance from him; as he seemed to do from her. Even though they had gone their separate ways, when Sebastian had died under suspicious circumstances in their Seventh year, Makenzie was devastated, grieving not only for the childhood friend she once knew, but the finality of everything she had once loved as a child that she could not hold on to. She would always harbour guilt for not making amends when given the change, as well an anger that he could make her feel such guilt when she didn’t believe their lack of friendship was their fault.
The day after graduation Makenzie moved to New Zealand entering into a program at a Sanctuary for Magical Creatures. It was a career path that she had always excelled in, despite her clumsiness (which she had thankfully grown out of for the most part). Four years later she was took over the program and purchased the sanctuary as her own when the previous owner retired.
Makenzie still stayed in contact with her father, who had moved out of Hogsmeade and now lived in Southern France. While he never remarried, he seemed happy enough in his life as an employee for the French Ministry. Her brother, Michael, continued to live in their childhood home in Hogsmeade. Makenzie was very grateful that he became the one person she could always rely on through life, and they continued to be close throughout adulthood.
After the Second World War, when Hexenreich began to trickle out of Germany and into Britain, Makenzie had considered coming home to support the Resistance; which her brother had taken a stand with. But she loved her home in New Zealand and felt she had finally found peace in life, so it had made her hesitate to leave it all behind and come back to a place she had grown to despise. So she had hesitated, and would come to regret not taking the opportunity to see her brother one last time.
Makenzie could remember it clearly; an overcast morning in early spring. The countryside was lush and green and everything about the landscape seemed peaceful and perfect when one of her brother’s best mates had shown up to break the news of Michael’s passing. Like any of the bad news given in her life, she hadn’t been ready for it. The circumstances were vague, but one thing was clear from the message she received – he had died supporting the Resistance, and Hexenreich was responsible.
Determined to find out what really happened to her brother, and who was responsible for his death, Makenzie Brixton decided to Hogsmeade, dreading what – or who – she might find.
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:
Makenzie put a hand to her forehead, rubbing her brow. It had been years since she had been in Diagon Alley, and it was so much more….crowded and irritating than she remembered it. Of course, she had arrived with a biased opinion and despise for everything around the London area, which could have possibly been responsible for her bleak opinion about the place. Memories of laughter and shopping with friends and family only furthered her distaste for the place.
She sighed, letting her hand fall to her side as she glanced around the Alley, searching for the potions store. She had left her home in New Zealand with such haste she hadn’t packed any of the essentials. And what was currently essential for her was a potent sleeping draught; Makenzie hadn’t slept in days.
Exhausted and irritable she made her way down the alley, determined to get in and out as quickly as possible, when a girl who had been walking in front of her tumbled quite ungracefully to the ground.
Makenzie stopped with a jolt, too wrapped up in her own world to react fast enough to catch or break the girl’s fall, and now she seemed to be writhing on the ground quite helpless. Mak blinked a couple times, deciding to help and glancing around for the woman’s heel if only to shut her up.
“It’s right behind you…” she snapped, a little harsher than she had maybe meant. Then with a sigh of exasperation, and slight shame, Mak scooped up the shoe and then reached out a hand to help the girl up.
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