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Suggestions & Questions / Site Suggestion
« on: 26/06/2016 at 04:39 »
Would it be possible to be able to see what players are viewing the same page?

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Elsewhere Accepted / Shira Silvera ll Elsewhere Child
« on: 08/06/2016 at 02:10 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Shira Silvera

Gender: Female

Age: 11

Bloodline:
Half-Blood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Shira's parents are not currently played characters. Shira's mother, Shoshana, was born in Austria, Germany, and her father, Yoshuah, was born in Berlin, Germany.

Residence:
London, UK

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
I don't plan on having any connections at this time.

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:
None

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Shira was born January 21, 1938 in Berlin, Germany. It was tough for the small Jewish family in Berlin during 1938. Most of the Silvera family had moved to New York in America before the Great War had started. They heard whispers of happenings and so they fled. Shoshana was the muggle of the family. She couldn't get used to the idea that magic would keep them safe. She davened (prayed) 3 times a day, wish to God that he would keep her family safe. They weren't an overly religious family, but Shira could always remember her mother praying all day and all night during those hard times.

On June 22, 1941, Germany attacked Russia. That's when the Silvera family decided to get out of there and head to London. Yoshua got a job at the Wizarding hospital as a doctor and Shoshana was staying at home with Shira teaching her.

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:
Godrick Park was a calm place, pleaceful, a place Shira could go a think. She needed to sort her thoughts out about the comming school year. Unforuntaly, with everything that was happening in the world her mother would never let Shira go anywhere by herself. It was times like these where she wished she wasn't an only child. Shira's mother didn't work as so was perfectly avaible to accompany Shira to the park.

Shira left her mother sitting on a stool on the other side of the park. She sat by herself, away from the other mothers. Shira didn't really care at the moment why. She took long but slow strides to an empty spot in a field and sat down. She noticed the beautiful yellow color of the sky as she pulled an apple from her cross body satchel. As the latches of her bag kissed a thundering noise broke through the air. Shira quickly looked up to notice 3 racing brooms rushing through the air. Her gaze followed the tails to a sad looking girl, who seemed to be trying to keep up. It reminded Shira of the time she rode her first toy broom. Her mother almost had a hard attack because she didn't want to see her baby die from a toy magical broom.

The girl huffed and strode over. "You!" she barked at Shira. The girl had her finger pointed in Shira's face. All Shira though was that this little girl had to take a step back and calm down. Sorry was the last thing Shira felt for this girl now. "No, I don't want to play. That's not how to talk to someone. I don't even know who you are!"


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