Alyson OSullivan

[Alyson OSullivan]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Alyson O’Sullivan
Gender: Female
Age: 32
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Class of 1930
Hufflepuff
Quidditch Captain, Prefect, Head Girl

Residence:
Hogsmeade

Occupation
Alyson is a stay at home mom, taking care of her children since her husband’s death in 1942.

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:

• Charms: 10
• Divination: 6
• Transfiguration: 11
• Summoning: 5

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:
Tegan Owensby, Rowan Stann, Henry Viggano, etc.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Alyson Schooner was not a typical pureblood wizard. She didn’t come from a rich family, didn’t have bloodline connections that were traced back for a hundred generations, and when she was a child, she knew less about the wizarding world than muggleborn students at Hogwarts. Through circumstances completely beyond her control, Alyson lived the life of a muggle, simple and without magic, until the moment she received her Hogwarts letter. It was only then that she learned of her true heritage, and began to learn the ways of magic. Perhaps that is why young Alyson had such a different view on wizardry and magic, and did not follow the road one usually found when from a pureblood family.

As a student at Hogwarts, Alyson was fascinated with magic, but more so with the obvious lines which divided houses and bloodlines. She found it difficult to understand how someone could feel animosity towards a muggleborn student, and wasn’t afraid to let her opinion be known. For this reason, Aly became quite known for her calls for justice among and her pranks against those who wanted only pure wizards at the school. Her antics got her in sticky situations a number of times, but she always came out of it for the better, even if it landed her in detention more than once.

When all was said and done, Alyson graduated from Hogwarts as the Head Girl, with top marks in Transfiguration, and a number of Quidditch Cups with her name as the one who lead Hufflepuff to victory. From humble beginnings, she finished her time as a student at the top, and came away from Hogwarts a very different person than when she had started.

It as also at Hogwarts that Alyson met the man she would fall in love with, and eventually marry, Tomi O’Sullivan. They didn’t always see eye to eye as students, and in fact, had broken up by the time she graduated. But something always drew her back to the man, and eventually they got back together, married, and had two lovely children, Lizzy and Joseph. All of the drama had settled for the O’Sullivan family and life was good.

That was, until the war.

Alyson begged him not to go, fearful for Tomi’s life, especially given the fact that his father had died in service when they were both teens. But he felt that he had a duty to do, and nothing was going to persuade him otherwise. And truthfully, she couldn’t keep him from doing what he thought was right. It was what Alyson had fought for all of her life, standing up for justice. Tomi was doing the same thing, and she had to support him, no matter how much it worried her.

August of 1942 was the worst time of her life. It had been months since she had received a letter from Tomi, all of her owls going unanswered. She knew it would be like that, unexplained silence. It was completely normal during a time of war. But that didn’t help calm her fears. Neither did the two men who knocked at the door of their flat on August 24th.

As soon as she opened the door, she knew. It was etched in their faces, the unspoken apology which preceded their words, confirming her fear.

Killed in action.

Alyson didn’t remember much of the following months. Family came by to help with the children. Her mother spent a good amount of time at the home, making sure that Alyson and the kids were both okay. She wasn’t sure if she ever would be. The only parts of the rest of the year that did stick in her mind were memories of Lizzy and Joe, curled up beside her in her bed, unable to sleep in their own.

Eventually, things began to change. Alyson went out to buy groceries, she saw friends, she took back over the classes that her mother had been teaching to the children. Life returned, but never back to normal. Not back to what it had been before, and she was sure it would never be that way again.

Alyson would smile again, she would go through periods of time where she was happy, forgetting about her loss just for the briefest moment. But she never truly forgot him, and never would.

Life did go on though, and Alyson began to see joy in the little things again, even when there was still so much sorrow in her heart. Tomi would have wanted it that way. He would never want her to be unhappy.

For him, she would live again.

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:
The sun was out today. It was that small change in the weather that prompted Aly to try and go outside, to get some shopping done. With any luck, she would pick up a couple of pastries for the children, the custard ones that they loved so much. These days, Alyson did whatever she could to make the children happy, even if that meant getting them extra sweets, a luxury usually not afforded to them due to food and money rations.

Today, she would make an exception for the children.

They were at home, Aly’s mother had been teaching them simple and movements when Alyson had headed for the door, with a promise to return within the hour. She just needed some fresh air, and her mother was all to happy to watch the children. It was a nice change to see Aly want to go out and do something, instead of staying in doors all day.

A box from Bryce Bakery in hand, Aly was headed home when a shout distracted her from thinking about the smile she would see on Joey’s face when he saw the pastries.

“Help!”

Aly stopped, turning to the side to see a young woman on the ground, clearly not intending to be there. She might have kept going, but it was obvious that the woman needed some help, and no one else seemed to be stopping to do so. Figures. Some people just couldn’t be bothered from their regular routines to help a person in need.

Weaving carefully through the crowd, Alyson made her way over to the woman. She knelt slightly, offering her free hand.

“Are you all right? Are you injured?”




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