Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Akkarakaran Indira “Indi” Bhadani
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
Private tutors, practical application, mother and father

Residence:
Indi owns and lives on a four-masted, magically-modified junk ship called the Sukha Sagar. The ship is 46 meters long, it’s cedar hull is painted pale like cream trimmed in gold, with rust colored sails. Its interior harbors Indi’s personal quarters, Captain’s quarters, crew berthing, 13 watertight storage compartments, a galley (which is really more of an affair you’d find in Diagon Alley’s finest restaurant) and a brig.

A wide, low-roofed structure with large glass windows on each side sits toward the stern of the ship. If accessed from the door in the front, it leads right into the Captain’s quarters where he can observe his crew. If accessed from the the door at the back, however, it leads to Indi’s personal quarters where she can enjoy her views. A set of narrow stairs on both the port and starboard sides allow access belowdecks where the galley and crew’s quarters are located. The storage compartments are accessed through hatches on the main deck.

India’s quarters on her ship are much larger than they appear from outside them. Plants, both living and drying, hang from her ceiling. The windows are fitted with both bamboo shades and heavy curtains, and a large Oriental rug covers the wooden floor. In one corner, close to the door, a carved behemoth of a desk protects the paperwork side of her occupation. The rest of the room is cozily decorated with more carved furniture, a few bright red armchairs, large cushions for seating and several tables atop which more potted plants sit. Along the back wall, flanked by bookcases, a plush green couch asks to be draped on. If anyone enters her quarters in the evening, they will notice either that this couch has been hidden away behind folding screens or that it has been converted to a large green bed--depending on the company.

Occupation
Spice (and other things) Merchant, Adventurer Extraordinaire!

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?
No.

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: 8
• Divination: 7
• Transfiguration: 7
• 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:
Pax & Co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)


Home was first the Malabar Coast, among sun and palms and turquoise waters. Then is was Pavan Yoddha, her father’s ship. Finally, it was the wind and sea. For no matter what vessel--what Indi stood upon, it was always Sagar which called her back.

Indi argued with her mother incessantly as a child. Why could her brothers go afar while she was stuck at home picking peppers or peeling bark from the cinnamon trees? It wasn’t until she was eight that her parents relented and much longer still before she learned to appreciate those early lessons from her mother. But it seemed unfair to Indi that she should have to listen to some shriveled wizard in a suit teach her conjuring when her brothers learned by filling sails with wind.

But her brothers never learned the ins and outs of the cargo they guarded, unlike Indi, though the information had to creep in past boredom and restlessness to get to her. Once there, however, it stayed. Every time her father came home, his hull bursting with fragrance and dreams, his wife got a sizable sampling of whatever was there.

Teas from Asia; sesame and tamarind and grains of paradise from africa; lavender and rosemary and sage and saffron from Europe; chilies and lemon verbena and vanilla from the Americas. Sometimes he would bring her live plants to put in their garden. And her mother knew just what to do with each of these, as her mother had taught her and her mother before. And so Indi learned, if slowly. She learned which spices complimented fish and which did better with meat, which plants would stop the burn if you touched the stinging leaves of another, which could be used to eat and which were strictly for potions, which minerals would keep a stew from spoiling for a few extra days, which tree’s bark could--when properly dried and prepared--stop a climbing fever in its tracks, yet whose fruit would kill in any form.

And yet she was restless.

And so her father took her.

The youngest of five, and his only daughter, Indi was her father’s favorite. Her voyages on the Yoddha were lessons, and spoiled spice princess that she was, he would have his daughter learn. She applied the teachings of her tutors now as her brothers had been taught, through chores and duties and whenever she had downtime, through reading and writing. Even more, their father taught them numbers and business and negotiation, taking them along as he sold his wares by the barrels-full, and forcing them to perform calculations as he tallied his inventory and counted his profits. He smiled proudly as his daughter kept pace with his sons.

They traveled everywhere. Indi was 10 on her first voyage to Europe, and once when she was 15, the Yoddha took her to the Americas for the first time. The people she met and their cultures and ways taught her ever more. She learned empathy and perspective and a thirst for seeing what was around the next corner, and while she also learned to miss her mother, turning to go home was always bittersweet.

Indi was 16 when her father gifted her Iravan, the Brahminy kite due each of her family’s sailors when they were considered grown, and she treasured that bird as both a symbol of her success and as the invaluable companion he was meant to be. She was 20 when her father gifted her Sukha Sagar and sent her sailing with his trust and blessing. In the 14 years since, Indi established herself as a fierce business woman, trading spices and herbs and potions ingredients for her family across the globe. She honed another reputation as well, though this one spoken of in whispers, for there are certain interesting opportunities that only people with a ship and lust for adventure will have dumped upon them.

Blowing on the wind from coast to coast, Indi leaves her mark wherever she lands. Her home is the sea, the world her oyster, and life her destination.

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:
Poor woman, the thought crossed through her head, and that was all Indi was prepared to spare the poor thing. This alley was always filled with collars pulled like shields from the world, men and women with heads tucked low pretending like everyone who bumbled past them were no more than scenery.

Reporters had no easy job trying to pull opinions out of these recluses who only got loud in the football pubs. On another day, Indi may have stopped at the beckoning, shared a conversation despite her doubt that she’d have little to offer on local news. At least if she had someone to speak to, the writer would be more than a general annoyance.

But today Indi had business, and punctuality was important. Which was why all poor Miss Nixon was supposed to get was a cursory glance, a bit of sympathy and that was it. Ganapati must have been distracted.

”Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken!”

Indira made the mistake of looking. The Poor Woman was sprawled in the street, in the middle of a rushing river of introverts, and still no one would stop. Well, she could just walk more quickly to her appointment, Indi supposed, and adjusted her course.

“Here, you” Indi said approaching the woman briskly. She offered her hand a warm smile. Voice lilting, Indi tried to help the woman to her feet, “Come, up. You’ll do no Prophet any good crying from the ground. And those shoes! Those are not meant for walking,” she sucked her teeth disapprovingly, ”It’s the heel, yes. You need a thicker ones. No point trying to walk on a pair of twigs!”

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