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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Robbie Foxglove

Birthday: November 7th, 1946

Hometown: Currently Hogsmeade, originally from the Isle of Man.

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): Fourth, please

Biography:
Rowan Bartholomew Foxglove was born to Orson and his second wife, Cara, on an unusually clear night in November. Though the boy arrived an entire week early the birth was a calm affair, with several Manx locals joining in the celebrations as Orson welcomed his eldest son into the world. When morning broke Cara drifted into a peaceful sleep as Orson’s eldest daughter kept an eye on the new arrival.

By the time he was a toddler Rowan Bartholomew had made way for Robbie, courtesy of his older sister Willow. Once she started calling him the shortened version, the rest of the family simply followed suit. In those early days she doted on the little boy, allowing him to be her constant companion. Though she had been an only child for so long, she didn’t mind sharing the limelight with her dark-eyed brother. Despite having different mothers, the two siblings were startlingly similar. This made it easy for Willow to take Robbie under her wing, making the two siblings inseparable.

It was two years before Cara fell pregnant again. Alder was also born in the spacious country house, though Orson insisted on accompanying both mother and child to Onchan for observation shortly after. The birth had left Cara dangerously anaemic, a condition that finally claimed her life three years later as she gave birth to Holly, the final member of the Foxglove family.

Though Orson was suddenly alone in taking care of four children, he remained strong. For years after, he was both father and mother to the brood. He earned enough to keep the roof over their heads and left the day-to-day chores to the housekeeper. By this time Willow had completed her NEWTs and though she passed comfortably, she chose to return to the Isle of Man rather than continue with her studies in London. Robbie grew into a fun-loving boy that never tired of the enchantments the island held. Though he remained remarkably close with Willow, he also became fiercely protective of his younger siblings. He always tried to be a source of laughter rather than worry and for some time, the close-knit family managed to keep the tears at bay.

It was only when Orson perished in a tree felling accident that Robbie’s laughter dried up. Suddenly the four children were not only alone, but also in real danger of being split up. For three months, Willow managed to hold things together, acting as legal guardian with the help of an SRC care worker. In the end the burdens of adulthood became too heavy for her young shoulders. Robbie watched his once carefree sister grow tired and frail, straining under the responsibilities that this cruel twist had left her with. When she became moody and withdrawn, so did he. His curly hair became unkempt and though the neighbours made sure that they were fed properly, the weight dropped off him. When Holly fell ill, the three younger children were relocated to the Children’s Home in Hogsmeade. Willow found a job in London. Over the next few months, her visits to Hogsmeade became rarer until they stopped altogether.

It was less than a year later that a ray of hope appeared. Penelope Kurtz, a distant cousin of their mother, arrived at the Children’s Home one warm night in July. She had been researching the wading habits of the Andean flamingo in Bolivia for the past five years. With the political tensions in the region reaching breaking point, she had decided to take a short breather on home soil before continuing her research in Namsos, Norway. Though her travels took her all over the world, Miss Kurtz managed to convince the executor of the Foxglove estate that she would be able to provide a stable life for the three children. The two boys would also be able to enrol at Gokstad Academy once they were old enough.

The opportunity at a fresh start in life came at exactly the right time for Robbie. Over the next three years, the sullen boy changed into a confident teenager who enjoyed his studies and adored his siblings. With his aunt travelling so much of the time, Robbie took it upon himself to keep an eye out for the two younger Foxgloves. His sheer will to thrive in this new set of circumstances fortified him during the first uncertain months at the Academy. He focused on figuring out where his own talents lay and found a way to use them whenever he had the chance. By the time Alder started school, Robbie had become completely self-reliant and encouraged his brother to come to him first if there was trouble. Though he saw less of Holly, he sent regular owls to his baby sister and encouraged her to write whenever she could.

Finally, just after Robbie’s fourteenth birthday, Aunt Penelope announced that they would return to the UK. Her plan was to rent a house in Hogsmeade where she hoped to ‘get a spot of writing done.’ Both Robbie and Alder would transfer to Hogwarts at the beginning of the new school year – something that excited and terrified Robbie in equal measures. The idea of making new friends was nothing short of thrilling, but his studies worried him. Though Robbie had always managed to keep well on top of his classes, he only ever excelled in Charms. In Robbie’s eyes, Charms was by far the most interesting and useful application of magic available to someone his age. The rest of his subjects were of no real interest to him. It would be more than four months until the end of the current school year, more than enough time to fall truly behind in those duller areas of magic.

To remedy all of this, Penelope arranged private tutor sessions for both Robbie and Alder. The Ministry Official that visited the family after their arrival in Hogsmeade approved of these arrangements, yet still suggested Robbie take an extra year to prepare for his OWLs. With this weight lifted, Robbie finally allowed himself to dream about the Hogwarts years that stretched out ahead of him.
 


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

House Request: Gryffindor would probably be a bad fit, but any of the other houses will do nicely!


→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

Option I:

Thump.

The dull thud reverberated throughout the Dungeon corridors, but Robbie Foxglove was much too preoccupied to notice.

Thump.

It was probably not the best idea to try and knock a dent out of a cauldron in the middle of the Dungeons corridor, but desperate times and all that. This was the third cauldron he’d accidentally damaged this year. The first had somehow sprung an irreparable leak (Robbie still maintained the thing had been jinxed) while the second rusted all over after The Sleakeazy Incident. Even Robbie’s usually effective Scourgify couldn’t eradicate the uncommonly silky patches of oxidation that had settled in the belly of the pewter vessel. And so he was onto his third cauldron now – the very cauldron that had gotten dented after only two weeks. There was no way he would survive asking his aunt for yet another replacement, which is why he was now sat in a dark corridor, his eyes straining in the half-light as he repeatedly struck the inside of the Standard Pewter Size Two with his roommate’s beater bat.

"H-h-hello?"

The voice came out of nowhere. Though it was barely a whisper, it distracted Robbie just long enough for his aim to waiver. The bat missed the cauldron altogether and connected with the boy’s knuckles instead. By some miracle he managed to swallow the string of expletives as he clutched at his throbbing hand.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

“No!” he hollered back, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill over his cheeks. For a second Robbie wondered whether his aunt would take pity on his injured hand, but then he realised he’d never be able to tell her about this half-baked plan anyway. She’d want to know why the cauldron had gotten dented in the first place and that would just complicate things. No, he would need to come up with another plan altogether.

Swallowing back the last of his anguish he discarded both bath and cauldron with an almighty clang, then moved in the direction of the voice.

“But if you find her, tell her she owes me a new set of knuckles. And a cauldron too.”





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Elsewhere Accepted / Robbie Foxglove - Elsewhere teen
« on: 07/02/2021 at 16:08 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Robbie Foxglove

Gender: Male

Age: Fourteen

Bloodline: Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Guardian – Penelope Kurtz (not in play)
Parents - Orson and Cara Foxglove (both deceased)

Residence:
Hogsmeade

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:
Shirley Webb et al

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Rowan Bartholomew Foxglove was born to Orson and his second wife, Cara, on an unusually clear night in November. Though the boy arrived an entire week early the birth was a calm affair, with several Manx locals joining in the celebrations as Orson welcomed his eldest son into the world. When morning broke Cara drifted into a peaceful sleep as Orson’s eldest daughter kept an eye on the new arrival.

By the time he was a toddler Rowan Bartholomew had made way for Robbie, courtesy of his older sister Willow. Once she started calling him the shortened version, the rest of the family simply followed suit. In those early days she doted on the little boy, allowing him to be her constant companion. Though she had been an only child for so long, she didn’t mind sharing the limelight with her dark-eyed brother. Despite having different mothers they were so alike, making it very easy for her to let Robbie into her heart.

It was two years before Cara fell pregnant again. Alder was also born in the spacious country house, though Orson insisted on accompanying both mother and child to Onchen for observation shortly after. The birth had left Cara dangerously anaemic, a condition that finally claimed her three years later as she gave birth to Holly, the final member of the Foxglove family.

Though Orson was suddenly alone in taking care of four children, he remained strong. For years after, he was both father and mother to the brood. He earned enough to keep the roof over their heads and left the day-to-day chores to the housekeeper. By this time Willow had completed her NEWTs and though she passed comfortably, she chose to return to the Isle of Man rather than continue with her studies in London. Robbie grew into a fun-loving boy that never tired of the enchantments the island held. Though he remained remarkably close with Willow, he also became fiercely protective of his younger siblings. He always tried to be a source of laughter rather than worry and for some time, the close-knit family managed to keep the tears at bay.

It was only when Orson perished in a felling accident that Robbie’s laughter dried up. Suddenly the four children were not only alone, but also in real danger of being split up. For three months, Willow managed to hold things together, acting as legal guardian with the help of an SRC care worker. In the end the burdens of adulthood became too heavy for her young shoulders. Robbie watched his once carefree sister grow tired and frail, straining under the responsibilities that this cruel twist had left her with. When she became moody and withdrawn, so did he. His curly hair became unkempt and though the neighbours made sure that they were fed properly, the weight dropped off him. When Holly fell ill, the three younger children were relocated to the Children’s Home in Hogsmeade. Willow found a job in London. Over the next few months, her visits to Hogsmeade became rarer until they stopped altogether.

It was less than a year later that a ray of hope appeared. Penelope Kurtz, a distant cousin of their mother, arrived at the Children’s Home one warm night in July. She had been researching the wading habits of the Andean flamingo in Bolivia for the past five years. With the political tensions in the region reaching breaking point, she’d decided to take a short breather on home soil before continuing her research in Namsos, Norway. Though her travels took her all over the world, Miss Kurtz managed to convince the executor of the Foxglove estate that she would be able to provide a stable life for the three children. The two boys would also be able to enrol at Gokstad Academy once they were old enough.

The opportunity at a fresh start in life came at exactly the right time for Robbie. Over the next three years, the sullen boy changed into a confident teenager who enjoyed his studies and adored his siblings. Though he saw less of Holly once he started school, he sent regular owls to his baby sister and encouraged her to keep in touch as well.

Finally, just after Robbie’s fourteenth birthday, Aunt Penelope announced that they would return to the UK. Her plan was to rent a house in Hogsmeade where she hoped to ‘get a spot of writing done.’ Both Robbie and Alder would transfer to Hogwarts at the beginning of the new school year – something that excited and terrified Robbie in equal measures. While he always enjoyed making new friends, he was worried that his studies would suffer in the new environment.

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:

Robbie loved lazy Hogsmeade days. He was lounging on a park bench, a book in his lap, just soaking in the atmosphere as he waited for his aunt to return with from her errands. While Penelope Kurtz wasn’t a great cook, she made excellent treacle pudding. Any trips to Honeydukes could result in a feast, which is why Robbie had immediately volunteered to help carry the parcels. The last thing he wanted was for her to be too tired to make his favourite dessert.

Fortunately for him, she did not need his help just yet, so she’d left him in Godric Park to read.

It was a glorious sunshine day, with only the slightest breeze and no clouds in sight. Robbie relaxed completely where he sat on the bench, only partially aware of the other children that were taking full advantage of the beautiful day. The book in his lap was brand new and kept Robbie engrossed in its twists… so much so that that he noticed neither the tiny broom nor its owner until she shrieked at him.

"You!"

Robbie’s eyes widened imperceptibly as he looked at the small ball of rage in front of him. She was about Holly’s age and, looking at her now, would probably get on very well with his sister. Unfortunately the youngest Foxglove had stayed at home, which is probably why the next words were directed at him instead of a younger (and more suitable) play mate.

"...Do you want to play?"

Robbie did not want to play. What he wanted was to stay on the bench where he could enjoy the glorious summer afternoon while dreaming about the mouth-watering delight that awaited him once he’d eaten every last bite of his dinner.

Fortunately for the girl, the boy on the bench had spent a lot of time on the outside looking in. On occasion he too wanted to play, only to be told no. And while he could think of better things to do than to babysit someone her size, he could spare ten minutes of his own day to brighten hers.

“Naturally…” he said easily, smiling at the pint-sized princess as he got to his feet, “… but not with that broom of yours. It’s much too small to carry two of us.” With a deft flick of his wrist he replaced the bookmark and left his half-explored adventure on the bench, out of harm’s way.

“How about I teach you a game instead?”


OTHER
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Elsewhere Accepted / Elsewhere Child: Robbie Foxglove
« on: 17/05/2019 at 19:42 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Robbie Foxglove

Gender: Male

Age: Nine

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Orson and Cara Foxglove (parents, both deceased), Willow Foxglove (sister and former guardian – not in play).

Residence:
Hogsmeade Children’s Home

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
The children’s home and the daycare centre

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:
Shirley Webb

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Rowan Bartholomew Foxglove was born to Orson and his second wife, Cara, on an unusually clear night in November. Though the boy arrived an entire week early the birth was a calm affair, with several Manx locals joining in the celebrations as Orson welcomed his eldest son into the world. When morning broke Cara drifted into a peaceful sleep as Orson’s eldest daughter kept an eye on the new arrival.

By the time he was a toddler Rowan Bartholomew had made way for Robbie, courtesy of his older sister Willow. Once she started calling him the shortened version, the rest of the family simply followed suit. In those early days she doted on the little boy, allowing him to be her constant companion. Though she had been an only child for so long, she didn’t seem to mind sharing the limelight with her dark-eyed brother. Despite having different mothers they were so alike, making it very easy for her to let Robbie into her heart.

It was two years before Cara fell pregnant again. Alder was also born in the spacious country house, though Orson insisted on accompanying both mother and child to Onchen for observation shortly after. The birth had left Cara dangerously anaemic, a condition that finally claimed her life just over a year later as she gave birth to Holly, the final member of the Foxglove family.

Though Orson was suddenly alone in taking care of four children, he remained strong. For years after, he was both father and mother to the brood. He earned enough to keep the roof over their heads and left the day-to-day chores to the housekeeper. By this time Willow had completed her NEWTs and though she passed comfortably, she chose to return to the Isle of Man rather than continue with her studies in London. Robbie grew into a fun-loving boy that never tired of the enchantments the island held. Though he remained very close with Willow, he also became fiercely protective of his younger siblings. He always tried to be a source of laughter rather than worry and for some time, the close-knit family managed to keep the tears at bay.

It was only when Orson perished in a felling accident that Robbie’s laughter dried up. Suddenly the four children were not only alone, but also in real danger of being split up. For three months, Willow managed to hold things together, acting as legal guardian with the help of an SRC care worker. In the end the burdens of adulthood became too heavy for her young shoulders. When Holly fell ill, the three younger children were relocated to the Children’s Home in Hogsmeade. Willow found a job in London, once again with the aid of the SRC and managed to secure a small apartment in Hogsmeade where she could stay during visits.

Though it was a big adjustment, Robbie settled as happily as he possibly could. With both Alder and Holly within shouting distance and a visit from Willow due any day now, he knew life could be a lot worse.

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:

Visiting the Park was always a treat, especially when it was dry out. Robbie knew very well to savour these lazy days in the sun as best he could, because it was bound to rain sooner or later. Today, he was content with lying on his back, just watching the clouds pass high above him. Usually he’d hate doing something so boring, but every now and then a broomstick zipped overhead, which was a novelty. Even when he still lived at home, he rarely saw one of those. Willow liked books a lot more than toys and his father had always been too busy to just fly about. He was much more likely to see a fishing boat than to see a anything of interest in the skies. Even the small broomstick at the back held his interest… especially because it flew so close to ground. From here, he could actually see the elegant twigs that formed the tail of the broom.

It was only as the girl that had been flying about on it spoke to him that he tore his gaze from the toy and got to his feet.

"You!"

She was speaking to him now and Robbie didn’t like it one bit. The face she made was enough to make him want to forget about the broomsticks and run all the way back to his room. He knew that face. Holly made that face whenever she was about to burst into tears.

Robbie hated that face.

He was about to turn around and act on his first instinct when the girl spoke again.

"...Do you want to play?"

“Play?” he asked, swinging back in her direction, despite somehow knowing that all of this might still end in tears. “Do you have toys?”

Hopefully she didn’t just want him to chase her all over. In that case he might as well play with Alder. Just by looking at her, he guessed his brother could run a lot faster than this girl.

Also, Alder never made the face.

OTHER
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