Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name:Joy Detora

Birthday:January 2, 1930

Hometown:London

Bloodline:
 Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two):First, Second

Biography:She is the only child of her parents, and they were delighted and doted on her. She nearly killed the fish by feeding it too much when she was three, then let the rabbit loose when she was 6.
At that same age, she began to show signs of magic. She suddenly made her hair stick up all over her head(which she didn't like) then turned her room purple(which she did). Her parents gave her a toy safety broom, and though it only hovered a foot above the ground, she hated it as soon as she crashed into the wall with it and got a concussion.
At a young age, she liked reading, and started to deliberate between if she wanted to go to Hogwarts or Beauxbatons. Later both dreams were destroyed when they moved to America at age 9.
She has been persuading her parents to move back so she could attend Hogwarts. She succeeded and that brings us to where she is now, in England, waiting for her damn letter at the age of 10(going on 11, as she constantly reminds people).
 


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request:

Personality: Joy is an outgoing, friendly girl. She can be thoughtless sometimes when she gets excited, and she rambles a lot. When you get to know her, she's plenty loyal, and she fiercely defends herself and her friends. She is a bit too trusting, and wants to follow in her parent's footsteps in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.

Appearance:

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.


Option 2:

“Oh, come now!"

Astrid Bixby’s voice carried down the corridor, the tall blonde girl not far behind. Her interviewee – or victim, depending on perspective – turned a corner and she frowned. They were always so elusive when she needed them. Sure, they would talk as if there was no tomorrow during class, but once she actually needed them to say something, they were nowhere to be found. Gryffindors.

Flustered, Astrid stopped in the middle of the corridor and stared, her parchment hanging limply from her hand. She was a good reporter, really, and she always did her best to make sure that everything she wrote was accurate. She glanced down to the quill, eyeing it with disdain. It wasn’t her fault if her quill misquoted. How was she supposed to know? It made for interesting articles, at least, and if she had misquoted the Head Boy last term as saying he had a love for stuffed animals, then that gave him personality. Astrid sighed.

A pout formed on her lips as she turned away, discouraged. The corridor was mercifully empty, though the doors to The Spellbound – the school newspaper – were ominously closed. Corbridge was a mercifully sweet editor, but Astrid was terrified of disappointing her all the same. She had to come back with quotes.
Her eyes, blue, trailed her surroundings before choosing a new path, and she turned down a new corridor. A figure was ahead, and her eyes lit up, an impossibly rosy smile blossoming across her lips.

“Hey!” Astrid called, her voice light and singsong. She trotted to catch the person, her shoes clicking on the stone floor. “Wait up! It’s for the paper!” Her legs aided her admittedly poor running, and Astrid gasped as she came closer. “What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”


Response: Joy walked down the hallway, head in the clouds, ready to go and sign up for Charms. Her many years of reading while walking down the stairs helped her to not crash into the walls. She heard the sound of someone trailing after her, and started to speed up.

If this was about something gross, she would sprint. Her worst dreams came true. Frog legs definitely counted as gross. Joy rolled her eyes, and true to her word, full-out sprinted towards the Charms classroom.

Unluckily, she remembered that she had taken a wrong turn. She sighed and after wrestling with herself, decided to swallow her pride. She turned around and went back to where she was, but had lost her bearings.

"Um... I kind of got lost. Could you help?" Right after she asked the question, she realized that Astrid might be a person that would bargain for her to answer the question, then point her to the Charms sign-ups. Well, she had to make the best of it.


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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name:Joy Detora

Gender: Female

Age: 10

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
They are not currently played, they are like NPCs, they stay in the background as I plan to enroll her into one of the schools when applications open. Names: Samuel Detora and Arianna Macmillan Detora. Samuel is the pureblood, Arianna is the muggleborn.
Residence:
156 Weyard Way. She lives in a medium sized house. It has a backyard with plenty of space for her to run and play, and it is slightly enlarged (cough-living room-cough) on the inside. Her bedroom is the smallest room, and she's fine with that.
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
She likes the park a lot because it is close to her house and it has swings. Does that count?

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:
This is my first character.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
She is the only child of her parents, and they were delighted and doted on her. She nearly killed the fish by feeding it too much when she was three, then let the rabbit loose when she was 6.
At that same age, she began to show signs of magic. She suddenly got a Mohawk(which she didn't like) then turned her room purple(which she did). Her parents gave her a toy safety broom, and though it only hovered a foot above the ground, she hated it as soon as she crashed into the wall with it and got a concussion.
At a young age, she liked reading, and started to deliberate between if she wanted to go to Hogwarts or Beauxbatons. Later both dreams were destroyed when they moved to America at age 9.
She has been persuading her parents to move back so she could attend Hogwarts. She succeeded and that brings us to where she is now, in England, waiting for her damn letter at the age of 10(going on 11, as she constantly reminds people).

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:
Joy looked to her right, hearing another girl, about 3/4 of her size shouting at her. She rolled her eyes, but as there wasn't anyone else to play with, she started walking towards her.
Normally, she wouldn't, as the girl looked about 8, but Janey Hurst, which Joy saw was the girl, was just a girl that she saw while she walked home from the park, she didn't really know her. Joy wasn't sure what to make of a girl commanding her like that. She had heard that she had been yelling at John though, and Joy felt like yelling because she had lost her mom's shopping list, and she didn't remember everything on it to write down again.
"Do you want to go after them on the broom or run after them and scream at them?" Joy asked. Screaming was definitely on her to-do list today, and she wasn't going to complain if it was a boy.

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