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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Malik Murphy
Gender: Male
Age: 11
Bloodline:Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Byron Murphy and Angela Murphy (NPCs)
Residence:Type your response here - where does your character live?
Gretna Green, Scotland
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?No.
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:Calix Glass.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Malik is the only son born to his parents. His mother, a muggleborn witch, works part time at the local university, teaching history of medieval magic. His father, the town’s eccentric hobbyist and blacksmith, specializes in crafting medieval weapons. Although a pureblood, and accomplished wizard, he prefers to work with his hands, and has encouraged his son to do the same. His parenting style is to throw Malik headfirst into the world and see whether he sinks or swims. Malik (thankfully) has the fortitude and personality to delight in such challenges, and revels in the unknown and potentially dangerous. He possesses a carefree, easy charm, and quick wits honed by years of experience usually serve him well in such scrapes.
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: "You!"
Malik barely heard the voice, consumed by his project of near-perfect construction. The sun warmed the back of his neck as he leaned closer, his eyes narrowed as he added a sliver of wood to the base.
"...Do you want to play?"
He glanced up, his hands hovering above the miniature catapult he was halfway through crafting. He shrugged, his mouth slanting in a smile.
“Sure. I could use the extra hands.” He held out a pinecone he had foraged earlier and dropped it into the girl’s hand. “Hold this will you? You can choose the target to test on while I secure the frame.” He crouched down, fingers careful as he wrapped a piece of twine around the structure.
“Heard you squawking at those boys,” he commented cheerfully, mouth curved in a smile as he nodded his head to the trio of boys zooming about on broomsticks. He glanced at her, the smile bright in his eyes. “How do you feel about a moving target? Think we can pull it off?”
OTHERHow did you find us?
Referral – Lia Ayres 
