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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Lily McCormick
Gender: Female
Age: 5
Bloodline: Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Yes. Serena and Bailey McCormick
Residence: Hogsmeade
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?The daycare
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:Serena and Co.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Once upon a time there was a family. It was a very big family and seemed to constantly grow and swell. Not like a balloon or a bubble. Those popped and vanished, fading away into the wind, never to be seen again. And McCormick’s didn’t pop. No, they swelled like the bridge in a song, humming together to form a tune that was the prettiest thing Lily’d ever heard. Nice individually, but together? Unforgettable. They were not perfectly rehearsed. But there was something about the imperfections that made them better.
And stronger, Mum always said.They didn’t have too much. With so many kids, they often relied on each other for entertainment. Which was all fine for Lily. Most of the time, at least. Being the oldest of the McCormick clan meant a lot of things. It meant helping out when her parents were busy doing parent things. It meant sometimes having to give up individual time with them. But it also meant getting to do cool things that the babies couldn’t do yet. Like going to work with dad or mum, or going on playdates with Auntie MarMar and Bash.
Sometimes she found herself getting lost in a sea of pretty voices. But she was stubbornly sure of her
own voice.
And she wouldn’t trade it. Not for the entire world.
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:Days in Godric Park were some of her
favorites. The sun was bright in the sky and it reminded her of Lemon Meringue Pie only without the fluffy white stuff that went on the top. If there had been clouds it would have been a perfect dessert sky. As it was it was a pucker-cheek treat kind of sky which was just as good, at least to Lily McCormick.
Her family was close by. She wasn’t out of their sight because the second she left it, she knew daddy would hop up and tell her not to. So she stayed in range because she really didn’t have any shenanigans to get up to anyways. “Fred, keep up!” she said to the teddy bear she was carrying by the paw. After a moment’s pause, she went on, “So what’f ya legs are shorter? Put some pepper in them steppers!”
That was when the girl ran up to her. “Ya wanna play with us?” she glanced down at the bear, giving him a quizzical glance. After another moment’s pause, Lily looked at the new girl again, “Fred thinks you could be alright. Whatcha wanna do, then?”
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