Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Zavier Wickham

Gender: Male

Age: 15. 13 July 1954

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Franklin and Darlene Wickham

Residence:
Bristol

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
N/A - Can his Subbie be Hogwarts Student?

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
N/A

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Lily and Co

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Zavier Wickham hailed from a well-to-do family with a distinctive pedigree and bloop de bleep blop blehf. He didn’t care about any of that shit. All he cared about was the fact that they had enough money to get him whatever he wanted and, more importantly, enough power to bail him out of whatever mess he (--often–) got himself into.

Oh, he was rich and spoiled and lazy and he knew it. But he was a guy of simple tastes. He liked his cigarettes and parties and girls. Learning was boring and what did he really need an education for anyway? He could have his cigarettes and parties and girls without being smart anyway.

Foster could claim he was ugly as cat ass all he wanted. It surely didn’t slow him down in any department. He had a collage of stick and poke tatts from pretty girls to prove it. Were they horrible? Yes. Did he care? No.

Now that Zavier was getting a little older, his parents were trying their best to instill some form of responsibility in him.

But hah, good luck with that


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:
Zavier did not want to take his brothers to the park. He had much more important things to be doing, but nooo. His parents wanted them to explore the area. It was a beautiful day, or so they say. But he didn't see anything particularly special about it.

Brats screaming at each other. Hot sun ruining a good shirt. Nosy mothers watching the boys like a hawk, as if they'd be interested in their grungy children.

A shame, a good day wasted.

Z was pouting about it when a small child ran up to them. Fossie boy opened his mouth, volunteering him to play with it.

"Eh, why not," Zavier said, hunching down to pick up a stick. He tossed it and it spun impressively through the air, if he did say so himself.

"Fetch."

OTHER
How did you find us? Google

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Thelma Anya-Bry Rose

Gender:Female

Age: 9 - 20 November 1960.

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Bryson Rose (played) & Athanasia Valenti (npc)

Residence:
London, England

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Yes, the Rosebud Learning Center

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:
Scarlet McCormick & Co.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)

A young girl of promising parentage, wide eyed and incredibly curious. Bright blue eyes and silky chestnut hair was the first born of her father. No short of intelligence, ever questioning the reasons of why this, and why not that. A quiet, timid girl was a mere reflection of her age. A blossoming flower that had yet to fully bloom.

Though Thelma Anya-Bry Rose had been born into a life of luxury and the finest lavishes, she had yet to fully appreciate them - much like any other child. Instead, she enjoyed playing in the gardens, elbows deep into the dirt. The young girl liked to find all of the interesting insects and putting them into tiny jars for her to admire at later times.

Thelma almost always had a smile on her face, choosing to look at the brightest side as her father always said. She enjoyed very much the company of her family, and those who were nice to her.


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:

The day was pretty, like a flower from the garden in Greece.

But the sun felt a different kind of warm. Not like the blazing kind she remembered from the early years. Before she began to spend more of her time with father. It was more forgiving and less harsh, she felt so even after spending more time in the countryside.

But there were errands to run, people to greet, and much to do in preparations for a life change. One that seemed to both scare and excite her. So much that she didn’t mind another voice calling for her in a mean tone. Turning to look at the stranger, her nose scrunched up as she thought for a moment.

“Are you gonna be nicer if I do?”

OTHER
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Approved!