Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Bertram Erasmus Malthe
Gender: Male
Age: 48

Education: 
Gokstad Academy, 1905-12

Residence:
Hogsmeade Village - Lakeside

Occupation
Obliviator for the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes

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?
The Ministry, pls~

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: 11
• Divination: 9
• Transfiguration: 5
• Summoning: 7

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Nope

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Lincoln Litchfield and co

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

I

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His first love died when he was nineteen. They'd been sweethearts at Gokstad Academy, meeting one faithful day in a hallway when he'd been running late for class fourth year. After that, it was if they saw each other everywhere, catching shy glances at one another in classes and in halls until one of them had been brave enough to finally initiate contact again. She made him laugh like no one else did, and he fawned over her as if she were the sun.

After graduation, he proposed. She'd accepted wholeheartedly, and-- as two teens in love did-- they were wed as soon as they possibly could. It had been a small affair, with their closest friends and family. Intimate, warm... When he closes his eyes now he remembers white flowers in platinum hair, and her smile.

His first child was to be born in April. He had smothered her though out the pregnancy-- helped her whenever possible, made sure she was comfortable and happy. And she had been. So happy and so radiant and so in love. So why, then, had things gone so terribly? April came. When he thinks of that month now he remembers red on white sheets, and their absence.


II

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His second love he met in London a handful of years later. He had moved from Denmark right after the death of his first love and first child, heart broken and depressed, too young to be a widow. He had needed a change, needed to be somewhere that didn't reminded him of them.

He took to Wizarding London, where he ended up applying at the Ministry, taking up training for the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad. Working up a name for himself took a bit of time, but he did it in the end. He was damned good with a wand, and quick. After a few years, he found himself regaining the charisma he had lost in Denmark.

She showed up not long after he lost the 'trainee' part of his job description. She had wild auburn hair, a commanding voice, and bright eyes-- too bright. It was another quick marriage, with an even smaller ceremony then his first, and when she got pregnant she didn't let him fuss. They had a boy, in the winter, and sometimes when he closes his eyes he wonders why the second were allowed to live but the first were not.


III

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His third love came in the form of work. His second marriage didn't take long to spiral out of control. She left often, sometimes for days at a time, claiming to be trips for her job. He knew otherwise, knew about the string of men she saw on the side.

So, at thirty years old, it wasn't a surprise when one day he came home to an empty house. He'd been expecting it, had been keeping an eye out for clues but continued to act as if nothing was out of order.

What was a surprise was that she took their boy with her. He hadn't thought about that. Why hadn't he thought about that?

He threw himself into his job after that. Worked himself harder, took up as many opportunities as possible and worked later hours. Jaded and biter, he started keeping to himself more often than not, politely declining invitations out to stay home. He couldn't say when he had started talking to himself, but it was definitely before his advancement to Oblivator had happened.

Only recently have voices started to talk back.

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:
Era didn't mind the hustle and bustle of the city. He might have not enjoyed the company of others for long periods of time, but that didn't mean crowds wore him down like others who suffered anxiety at the very thought. In fact, the chaos seemed to give him renewed life, amusing him as he took his lunch break, half a dry sandwich in hand.

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

He watched from a bench across the street, legs crossed in his sleek navy suit. Prophet reporters always seemed so crazed and desperate, almost like the pigeon that had landed a foot away, vying for his bread. Beady eyes watched Era, but a few more bites found the sandwich gone with nothing left for the begging fowl.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!

You should help her.

"Why?" he asked the voice only he could hear in a hushed, accented tone, watching the reporter scramble and drown in the sea of bodies, "I'm sure she is perfectly capable. Look."

Brown eyes watched, but no one else seemed to be reacting to her cries. Was she so incapable? How impossible was it to retrieve a simple shoe? Era heaved a sigh and rose, easily parting and slipping through the crowd like a cat between legs. They didn't step through him like they seemed to do for her, they would pause and move around, and it wasn't hard to swoop down and snatch up the broken item. He moved to the girl next and held out a strong hand.

"I believe this is yours?"


OTHER
How did you find us? The voices in my head.