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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Gabriel Thomas on 18/02/2018 at 03:33 »
Character name: Gabriel Thomas
Face claim: Chad Michael Murray
Link to accepted application/completed thread: x
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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Gabriel Thomas -- Elsewhere Orphan
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 17/02/2018 at 15:58 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8015.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Gabriel Thomas -- Elsewhere Orphan
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 17/02/2018 at 15:57 »
Accepted!

I do want to remind you that if you are planning on applying to Hogwarts in the future with this character, there is no guarantee he'll be sorted into Gryffindor, so keep that in mind in your threads.
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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Logan "Chip" Montclair
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Blood Status: Halfblood

Education: 
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Residence:
Residential Wizarding London

Occupation:
Procurer of Goods

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: 7
  • Divination: 6
  • Transfiguration: 11
  • Summoning: 8
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:
Peter & Co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
"What's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too"

  Street rat. Pickpocket. Mercenary. All these words are descriptions that barely scratch the surface of the man Logan Montclair was, or "Chip" as he preferred people call him. Originally born in Toronto, Canada, he is the illegitimate son between a muggleborn witch by the name of Leila Montclair, and a high society male muggle who never gave her his name. Finding too much despair in Toronto, Leila relocated her family to America for a fresh start in New York City, a place where she heard dreams come true. If this was the cause, she was heading into a dream one would have while experiencing sleep paralysis.

  After living in NYC for a decade, Leila had managed to find work within a muggle clothing factory, making just enough so she and her son don't go hungry. All the while, Logan tagged along with mischief like a parasite, picking the pockets of muggles and wizards, as well as burglarizing the homes of them indiscriminately. Needless to say, he was caught most of the time by aurors, so often he knew a few on a first name basis. Chip's knack for trouble constantly put him and his mother at each other’s throats. She would constantly berate him, saying that if he doesn't change his ways, he'll spend his life behind bars. Chip could care less about what his mother thought of his sticky hands, because everything he didn't get caught with brought in load more money than what his mother was bringing home.

  Eventually, he was sent an acceptance letter to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This didn't come to a shock to Chip, since random magic happening would give him away when he tried to hide from trouble. Nor did it garner enough attention from his mother, since he was expelled from almost all the schools in New York. Before the start of his first year, he insured that he'd be better at getting what he wanted. Chip hung around the lowlifes of New York, who to him were a better than any prissy teacher that always told him he wouldn't amount to anything. From them, he learned how to pick locks, be more attentive when he entered a room, and how to read a person to get a better idea of if it's worth taking from them or not.

  Chip reaped what he had sown, but not in a way that was best for anyone. While at Ilvermorny, he took anything he felt he had to have, from other students Christmas presents to items from the shops in the neighboring areas when the students were free to roam. In his third year, a fight broke out when an older student's gold trim omnioculars went missing. With one punch, his two front teeth chipped causing the trademark gap in his smile. The head nurse told him nothing could be done about it, but he already had an extensive history of taking things from the hospital wing, so he never knew if they were telling the truth or not. Shortly after, other students began to mock him, calling him Chip the Thief. The mocking had the opposite effect of what it was intended for. It boosted his confidence, which made him go after bigger prizes, and all because he had what he thought was a very cool nickname.

  As his skills in theft grew with his skills in the classroom, it was easier for him to take what he wanted, but it also made no one want to be around him. It was seldom that his peers wanted to be around him, and when they did Chip ultimately drove them away when he got what he wanted from them. There was only one person he couldn't disappoint, and that was a girl by the name of Amalie who was only a year younger. She came from a similar background as him, nonexistent father and a mother too busy to pay attention, and when he tried to take from her, he would find his own belongings. Chip learned a lesson from her that he treasures as a rule to this day.  Why take from those who can't afford much? You are what you take, and master thieves take master treasures.

  At the end of his Fifth year, they both took their crime spree a step to far. What they planned for months was to take the quill of acceptance from the headmaster's office. Even though the scheme was extremely well thought out, having an excellent exit strategy and alibi, they were caught red handed by the headmaster himself. This resulted in the both of them being expelled from the school, so they can't return for Chip to start his sixth year and for Amalie her fifth. Like a domino effect, it was the last straw for Leila too. Chip was kicked out of his home and forced to live on the streets of New York City. He wasn't alone, for the same fate had been given to Amalie.

  No lesson was learned from this experience, but the two's bond grew immensely to the point where it grew to a romantic level. They had both heard stories of a muggle couple in Texas or Louisiana that was known as the best thieves a couple could be. They didn’t care that the stories ended with both of them dead, because they figured that they had magic, and that couple didn’t.

  Sticking to their rule, both Chip and Amalie were so good (or bad, depending on how you look at it) at their craft that they were charging whoever would pay them to take or plant items by the time they were 22 and 21 respectively. Life seemed to be going well for them they thought. It was the night that they were given a job to retrieve a special wand that everything went down hill. Willow with a thunderbird feather core, which made the wand just as valuable as it was unstable. The wand had belonged to a wealthy pureblood wizard who could never control the random curses that would shoot from it, but still kept it as a centerpiece for people to gawk at. They almost managed to get the wand with out a trace, but the owner came back home in time to catch both of them red handed. As they managed to escape the wizards house and apparate outside, a single curse was shouted at them, and a flash of green light disappeared with the two. When they appeared at their safe house, Chip was unharmed, but the motionless body that was Amalie lied on the ground with it's eyes open, and not a sign of life was in sight. Out of all the disappointing things in Chip's life, no hardship came close to him grieving over the one person who understood him. They became like the couple they idolized, but far worse, for Chip had to move along with his life without her.

  The good that came out of it was that Chip had the wand for the witch that hired them, but Chip felt he was owed more than just money. The wand seemed to agree since it's will wouldn't bend for any other person, but would answer to Chip without shooting a curse. It felt to him it was fate, forming like a bond which his original wand never gave him, so grabbed what he could he fled with it by stowing away on a muggle ship bound for England, feeling that by regular means, someone from the witch who hired him would be looking for him

  Three years later, the American has made a a little name for himself again, finding jobs here and there. It's not keeping him afloat like the ones back in America, but he gets by. He lives in Residential Wizarding London, but where he can be found most of the time is in Diagon Alley, crashing at the inns there to shake aurors off his trail. He's always so elusive due to his wand, as thunderbird does, senses what the wizard finds to be a danger before they happen.

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:
 It had been fairly busy in Diagon Alley, which may have been luck favoring Chip. Jobs were becoming a little scarce, and he needed to find something to get him through the night at let, and a busy shopping area with wizards and witches with deep pockets just had to be fate. Teetering around, looking as if he was very clumsy or possibly drunk, he bumped hard from to person, and dug deep into their pocket for any coin he could grab. One man visibly grew suspicious of this, and to this Chip slurred his speech to make his act more believable. "Surry maan," he told him while adding a hiccup for authenticity. It appeared to have worked, for than man just shrugged the American off with very little regard.

  What stopped him from picking the next pocket he saw surprisingly wasn't an auror, but the shout of a damsel in distress. Chip turned to see a woman with a broken heel, a rather beautiful lady at that who also looked as if she had change to spare. So who was he to deny such a woman aid he thought to himself. Weaving his way through the crowd, he made it to the side of the girl and extended a hand to her, "Let me help you up, nothing so pretty should be left on the floor like this." Every word he said to her seemed to be coated in honey. "The name's Chip. Logan is my real name, but everyone calls me Chip for obvious reasons," he told her while he pointed to the gap in his smile.  Chip grabbed the broken piece of the woman's heel, "I can fix it for you, if you want me to. Also, I don't know if I heard you right, but if you are from the Prophet I can answer some questions for you. Hopefully over a drink, maybe?"

OTHER
How did you find us? Through x (jk)

(I didn't mean for Peter to post the first one)
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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Logan "Chip" Montclair
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Blood Status: Halfblood

Education: 
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Residence:
Residential Wizarding London

Occupation:
Procurer of Goods

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: 7
  • Divination: 8
  • Transfiguration: 11
  • Summoning: 6
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:
Peter & Co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
"What's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too"

  Street rat. Pickpocket. Mercenary. All these words are descriptions that barely scratch the surface of the man Logan Montclair was, or "Chip" as he preferred people call him. Originally born in Toronto, Canada, he is the illegitimate son between a muggleborn witch by the name of Leila Montclair, and a high society male muggle who never gave her his name. Finding too much despair in Toronto, Leila relocated her family to America for a fresh start in New York City, a place where she heard dreams come true. If this was the cause, she was heading into a dream one would have while experiencing sleep paralysis.

  After living in NYC for a decade, Leila had managed to find work within a muggle clothing factory, making just enough so she and her son don't go hungry. All the while, Logan tagged along with mischief like a parasite, picking the pockets of muggles and wizards, as well as burglarizing the homes of them indiscriminately. Needless to say, he was caught most of the time by aurors, so often he knew a few on a first name basis. Chip's knack for trouble constantly put him and his mother at each other’s throats. She would constantly berate him, saying that if he doesn't change his ways, he'll spend his life behind bars. Chip could care less about what his mother thought of his sticky hands, because everything he didn't get caught with brought in load more money than what his mother was bringing home.

  Eventually, he was sent an acceptance letter to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This didn't come to a shock to Chip, since random magic happening would give him away when he tried to hide from trouble. Nor did it garner enough attention from his mother, since he was expelled from almost all the schools in New York. Before the start of his first year, he insured that he'd be better at getting what he wanted. Chip hung around the lowlifes of New York, who to him were a better than any prissy teacher that always told him he wouldn't amount to anything. From them, he learned how to pick locks, be more attentive when he entered a room, and how to read a person to get a better idea of if it's worth taking from them or not.

  Chip reaped what he had sown, but not in a way that was best for anyone. While at Ilvermorny, he took anything he felt he had to have, from other students Christmas presents to items from the shops in the neighboring areas when the students were free to roam. In his third year, a fight broke out when an older student's gold trim omnioculars went missing. With one punch, his two front teeth chipped causing the trademark gap in his smile. The head nurse told him nothing could be done about it, but he already had an extensive history of taking things from the hospital wing, so he never knew if they were telling the truth or not. Shortly after, other students began to mock him, calling him Chip the Thief. The mocking had the opposite effect of what it was intended for. It boosted his confidence, which made him go after bigger prizes, and all because he had what he thought was a very cool nickname.

  As his skills in theft grew with his skills in the classroom, it was easier for him to take what he wanted, but it also made no one want to be around him. It was seldom that his peers wanted to be around him, and when they did Chip ultimately drove them away when he got what he wanted from them. There was only one person he couldn't disappoint, and that was a girl by the name of Amalie who was only a year younger. She came from a similar background as him, nonexistent father and a mother too busy to pay attention, and when he tried to take from her, he would find his own belongings. Chip learned a lesson from her that he treasures as a rule to this day.  Why take from those who can't afford much? You are what you take, and master thieves take master treasures.

  At the end of his Fifth year, they both took their crime spree a step to far. What they planned for months was to take the quill of acceptance from the headmaster's office. Even though the scheme was extremely well thought out, having an excellent exit strategy and alibi, they were caught red handed by the headmaster himself. This resulted in the both of them being expelled from the school, so they can't return for Chip to start his sixth year and for Amalie her fifth. Like a domino effect, it was the last straw for Leila too. Chip was kicked out of his home and forced to live on the streets of New York City. He wasn't alone, for the same fate had been given to Amalie.

  No lesson was learned from this experience, but the two's bond grew immensely to the point where it grew to a romantic level. They had both heard stories of a muggle couple in Texas or Louisiana that was known as the best thieves a couple could be. They didn’t care that the stories ended with both of them dead, because they figured that they had magic, and that couple didn’t.

  Sticking to their rule, both Chip and Amalie were so good (or bad, depending on how you look at it) at their craft that they were charging whoever would pay them to take or plant items by the time they were 22 and 21 respectively. Life seemed to be going well for them they thought. It was the night that they were given a job to retrieve a special wand that everything went down hill. Willow with a thunderbird feather core, which made the wand just as valuable as it was unstable. The wand had belonged to a wealthy pureblood wizard who could never control the random curses that would shoot from it, but still kept it as a centerpiece for people to gawk at. They almost managed to get the wand with out a trace, but the owner came back home in time to catch both of them red handed. As they managed to escape the wizards house and apparate outside, a single curse was shouted at them, and a flash of green light disappeared with the two. When they appeared at their safe house, Chip was unharmed, but the motionless body that was Amalie lied on the ground with it's eyes open, and not a sign of life was in sight. Out of all the disappointing things in Chip's life, no hardship came close to him grieving over the one person who understood him. They became like the couple they idolized, but far worse, for Chip had to move along with his life without her.

  The good that came out of it was that Chip had the wand for the witch that hired them, but Chip felt he was owed more than just money. The wand seemed to agree since it's will wouldn't bend for any other person, but would answer to Chip without shooting a curse. It felt to him it was fate, forming like a bond which his original wand never gave him, so grabbed what he could he fled with it by stowing away on a muggle ship bound for England, feeling that by regular means, someone from the witch who hired him would be looking for him

  Three years later, the American has made a a little name for himself again, finding jobs here and there. It's not keeping him afloat like the ones back in America, but he gets by. He lives in Residential Wizarding London, but where he can be found most of the time is in Diagon Alley, crashing at the inns there to shake aurors off his trail. He's always so elusive due to his wand, as thunderbird does, senses what the wizard finds to be a danger before they happen.

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:
 It had been fairly busy in Diagon Alley, which may have been luck favoring Chip. Jobs were becoming a little scarce, and he needed to find something to get him through the night at let, and a busy shopping area with wizards and witches with deep pockets just had to be fate. Teetering around, looking as if he was very clumsy or possibly drunk, he bumped hard from to person, and dug deep into their pocket for any coin he could grab. One man visibly grew suspicious of this, and to this Chip slurred his speech to make his act more believable. "Surry maan," he told him while adding a hiccup for authenticity. It appeared to have worked, for than man just shrugged the American off with very little regard.

  What stopped him from picking the next pocket he saw surprisingly wasn't an auror, but the shout of a damsel in distress. Chip turned to see a woman with a broken heel, a rather beautiful lady at that who also looked as if she had change to spare. So who was he to deny such a woman aid he thought to himself. Weaving his way through the crowd, he made it to the side of the girl and extended a hand to her, "Let me help you up, nothing so pretty should be left on the floor like this." Every word he said to her seemed to be coated in honey. "The name's Chip. Logan is my real name, but everyone calls me Chip for obvious reasons," he told her while he pointed to the gap in his smile.  Chip grabbed the broken piece of the woman's heel, "I can fix it for you, if you want me to. Also, I don't know if I heard you right, but if you are from the Prophet I can answer some questions for you. Hopefully over a drink, maybe?"

OTHER
How did you find us? Through x (jk)
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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: David O'Hair // Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 13/02/2018 at 02:49 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8014.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: David O'Hair // Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 13/02/2018 at 02:48 »
Accepted!
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Elsewhere Accepted / Gabriel Thomas -- Elsewhere Orphan
« Last post by Gabriel Thomas on 07/02/2018 at 23:03 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Gabriel Jace Thomas

Gender: Male

Age: Fourteen // d.o.b 24 april 1938

Bloodline:
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
the deceased Betty and Jace Thomas

Residence:
Hogsmeade

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Hogsmeade's Children's Home

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:
Zo & Co.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Gabriel's life had been full of disappointment, since the day he had been born in America. Birthed to teenagers, the young boy had a rough road from the beginning. Jace and Betty had been deeply shocked, and somewhat confused, as he turned one and first began displaying his special abilities -- starting with the disappearance of his favorite blanket, which led to minutes of screams until it appeared again.

Just as they came to terms with the strange occurrences happening whenever their son was around, Gabe's parents were caught in a strange green fire that engulfed the house entirely, just as he was returning with his maternal grandmother. It was then that the two year old lived with Grandma Lynn for six years in England until she passed away due to a heart condition.

Seeing as how the woman was the last living relative of the Thomas', the young wizard was shipped off to an orphanage in Hogsmeade, away from everything he had ever known.

Once he turned 11, the boy had begun schooling at Hogwarts, landing himself in the house of lions, which he often prides himself on being.

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:
It was one of his favorite past times, going to the park and watching families. He was close to turning fifteen, supposed to be mature for his age, but it was getting harder and harder to find the sadness deep within when he thought of his family. A lonely orphan he was, even if he did have Piper and their friends. It wasn't the same as having parents to love him, and be proud of what he had accomplished so far.

As he sat on the bench, elbows on his thighs, Gabe watched the children play. The sight of kids sharing -- or rather not --brought a smile to his lips. He had always wanted a sibling, a real one, even though he did consider most of the kids in the orphanage his siblings, it just wasn't the same.

A voice interrupted his thoughts, and he shook his head to rid of the thoughts before shifting his attention to rather bratty child.

"Uhh, yeah, let's play."

moving from the bench, Gabe followed the little girl.


OTHER
How did you find us? Other
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Elsewhere Accepted / David O'Hair // Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by David OHair on 07/02/2018 at 08:19 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: David O'Hair
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
Home-schooled

Residence:
As of the year 1932, David resides in Hogsmeade

Occupation
Currently Unemployed

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?
David might apply for a suitable job in the future (unknown for now)

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: 7
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 7
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Yes. David O'Hair had recently moved to England with his brother, Brendan O'Hair upon news of hearing about a rumor of a wealthy cousin (Jane Fitzwalter). It is crucial that they be together - they are a each other's financial support - they do not have enough amongst them to each make it on their own.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Jane Fitzwalter (Aplication for Brendan O'Hair will also be filled in shortly)

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
David O'Hair had always been an easy-going kind of guy. Nothing could phase him. Come wind or rain or hail, his cocky smirk was immovable.

For years he had listened to whispering of 'Those damned O'Hairs' and 'Filthy Blood' and answered only with, "My blood's not the only thing about me that's filthy (wink), if you know what I mean.” ; however, David O’Hair was only one cursed individual in a family of cursed individuals.

Son of Yvonne O’Hair and Brian O’Hair, David also grew up with his younger brother, Brendan. From a young age it was clear that neither brother was like the other. Brendan was quiet, cautious and cunning; David was funny, impulsive and ambitious.

As far as O’Hairs went, Brendan had been given the worst of what the name meant: Malicious intent, a knack for ruining anything and everything and the occasional burning desire to wreak havoc on everybody around him. David, however, had gotten the best.

Ever since they were kids, David’s charm and charisma had people telling him, “You’ll be going places.”  He had wanted to believe it, of course, but truly – what hope was there for a boy with his kind of heritage?

And then the news came to Scotland.

There was a girl, they said, a very strange girl – with blue hair and the like, who had come to England from some politicly unstable country and called herself Fitzwalter. That, in itself, was no great news, but the underlying rumour that had accompanied it had kept him up for nights on end.

She had the blood.

David didn’t know how or why, but out there was a girl (from what he could gather: a cousin) living with the same curse he had – and living well.

As easily as that, it was settled. Within a month, David and Brendan had said their goodbyes, packed their bags and boarded a train out of Scotland.

London was the destination: the last place they had heard of this fabled family member, the daughter of the only O’Hair man to ever escape Scotland and the stigma of the curse. The only person who would be able to help him break away from the rut that was the O’Hair name.

“Don’t go, David.” His mother had told him. “Please, I’m begging you. You don’t know what your uncle was like.”

The woman had had tears in her eyes when she warned him at the train station, “If this girl is even half of what he was - she is the worst of us all.”

David had simply smirked (as was his custom) and told her softly, “Don’t worry, Ma. Haven’t you heard?”

A reassuring smile.

“I’m going places.”




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:
Diagon Alley was... amazing.

Where David was from, there were no streets lined with shops and stores, they were scattered and scarce - going from the bookstore the the grocery shop could take anything from 10 minutes to half an hour, depending in what area you were in. So far, London seemed to be his hometown's superior in every way.

Though perhaps he was being biased. David had dreamed of leaving home and seeing England since he was a little boy and his grandmother told him stories about the stories her grandmother had told her.

Obviously everything was a lot different now, but still - it certainly lived up to the legend.

"Help!"

The sudden shout startled David out of his sight-seeing trance and he glanced around, immediately moving into action.

A damsal in destress? He couldn't help it - it was his forte'.

"Hallo? Lady?" David called out, trying to locate the origin of the distressed call over the hustle and bustle of countless pedestrians moving past him. Perhaps the city did have it's downsides after all.

Finally, he glimpsed a figure lying in the middle of a particularly populated part of road.

"I'm coming" he called as he pushed one after another out of his way to reach  the woman.

Finally having made his way to her, he made his stance as threatening as he could manage and blostered himself against the waves of people who were still trying to move around -or rather- throuh them.

Holding out his hand, he put on his most charming and flirtatious smile and said, "Here you go, Miss."

David was about to lay down all the moves and even offer her a drink, when he spotted the discarded notebook and pen.

'A reporter.' he realized.

"Oh, sorry." he said as casually as he could manage. " I have to go. Somewhere to be, you understand? "

Turning on his heel, David mad a beeline for the room he and his brother were renting, all the while wondering what would have happened, had the woman known who he was.

'Too close.'


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