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Elijah St Alabaster

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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Elijah Andrew St Alabaster II
Gender: Male
Age: 58

Education: 
Hogwarts, Ravenclaw class of 1897

Residence:
173 Blackstone Place, Wizarding London

Occupation:**If you are planning to work at St. Mungo's, please fill out the St. Mungo's application here instead.
Shopkeeper

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?
N/A

Requested Magic Levels: (see here on how to do this)
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  • Charms: 8
  • Divination: 7
  • Transfiguration: 6
  • Summoning: 11
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
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Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Astrid Chaucer, Valerius Draugs, Fletcher Ellwood-Luxe, Sidney Yale, Nate St Alabaster, Seren Birch, Galatea Argent, Casey Locké, Rico Draugs, Raleigh Carlisle

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Elijah was born into another age, long past and mostly forgotten. Lingering attitudes of the 19th century live on in the old man to date, his values of respect, authority and discipline are firm despite the years changing around them. In 1939, he feels sequestered from society. A strong attributor to this was his eldest son, a name he does not feel the need to every mention again.
 
The St Alabaster family had never been extravagantly rich, but they held their own and were able to raise their kids with humility and respect at some of the finest Magical Institutes available. The family has a long tradition of being sorted into Ravenclaw, the house of intelligence, wit and reasoning.
 
Defiant against what the other Pureblood families considered important values, Elijah did his best as Head of the Family from his early thirties. A suitable age for leadership, as his father had told him upon pressuring the young man to take a wife and take his position in the family as sole inheritor and heir.
 
Their nature kept them away from the intricate workings of politics. The family cared for each other more than trying to make a big difference in the world. The charity of the family saw many donations to groups promoting equal rights - before it was the problem it was today - and the research of magic and its true potential.
 
The oldest boy defied the nature of the rest of the family, spawning in greed and envy. On a fateful evening, Elijah witnessed his son stealing everything from the family vault. He made himself known, but made no effort to intervene on what the boy had chosen to do.
 
The family fell on hard times in the shadow of such betrayal. By this time, the second eldest boy was almost ready to graduate from Hogwarts and his younger brother had started studying at Beauxbatons to save the family some tuition costs.
 
Elijah was too damaged to retrieve his old job as an Auror, a firm three decades of service to the Ministry had left him in a worse state than most others of his age. His body was not up to standard for the Ministry, but his mind was still sharp and quick - sometimes he fell a little senile, but never beyond the norm. The man holds himself up with a finely carved antique walking stick, aiding his steps as he soldiers in.
 
In years gone by, Elijah has seen war. As a Wizard, he felt it was best to stay away from the conflict. The Muggle world was always seen as separate to the man, never said in hostility or contempt of the people. One of his most upheld values is to know when to pick a fight and when to take the better path, a value he has tried to teach all of his children ad nauseam.
 
The most recent of years has seen him searching for employers that are willing to take such a man on, although with very little luck. His wife remained at home, taking care of their smaller townhouse that was paid for exclusively by their eldest (acknowledged) son, Nathaniel.
 
Elijah looks now to pass on his years of knowledge and his view of the world onto the next generation.


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:
Years of service as an Auror, decades even, had taught him to avoid the eager quill and notepad of reporters and photographers. More often than not, they got in the way of serious business and Elijah had no respect for anyone who worked in such an intrusive field.

The elderly man was walking along the alley, ignoring the bustling speed of the crowd, with his walking cane hitting the cobblestone path in front of him before his foot hit the ground. He had the time to walk slow, all he had to do today was check in with his Vault Manager at Gringotts. Which was always more enjoyable when he had something to contribute to his family’s financial situation.

Today he had nothing to contribute.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”

He had been watching from a few paces away as the intrepid reporter had been storming off, half a heart to smile at the girl and sit her down for a story. He found that most young people had no time for his stories any more, but that was their misfortune.

“My dear woman, you appear to have stumbled.”

His cane tapped the ground as he walked to her side. He would have offered her a hand, but he decided to play the old man card and act too fragile to help her.

“Might I say, it’s quite a fine day. What on earth are you doing on the floor?”

Elijah asked, with the friendly smile of an old man.


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Collin OReilly

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