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Johann Doe

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Johann Doe
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Blood Status: Unknown (parents unknown)

Education:
Hapsburg School of the Magical Arts (dropped out before final year)

Residence:
London, England

Occupation:
Self-employed, Freelancer

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?
Nope

Requested Magic Levels:

  • Charms: 10
  • Divination: 6
  • Transfiguration: 8
  • Summoning: 8
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Nope

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

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
This is a fictional interview.

Reporter: What is your name?

Johann. Johann Doe.
Reporter: Johann ... So that means ... John Doe.
Yes.
Reporter: You are joking.
I do not have the habit of joking about my name.
Reporter: Ok. What is your real name, Johann?
I do not know. I wasn't given one.
Reporter: Would you care to explain?
In short. I do not know my parents. I was raised in foster care since I was an infant. The lady that raised me, Gertrude, gave me my first name. And her own family name, of course. But I changed it to Doe after I left school.
Reporter: I see. Ok. Why Johann? Did you ask her?
That's easy. I liked listening to Johann Strauss. You see, I was raised in Vienna. And you kinda have the tendency there to bump into classical music. So she gave me the name Johann, since she didn't know what else to call me.
Reporter: Fair enough. Very well then. So you were raised in Vienna. Do you know where you were born?
No, I do not know that either. Gertrude just found me on her doorstep. I guess I could've come from anywhere with a Caucasian population.
Reporter: Wow, I mean. It must be rather frustrating for you.
Well, I would like to know all the details but ... so far, I haven't gotten anything. But I will continue to look.
Reporter: I wish you good luck with that. So ... did you go to school?
When I turned of age, yes, I did. Hapsburg School of the Magical Arts. Gertrude ... I have to say this first. She was a widow. She had no children. Couldn't have any either. I was the only person closest to family that she had. So she provided me with everything. Money, clothes, books, wand, various other school stuff. Everything. She was very good to me. Someone who just happened to land on her doorstep.
Reporter: Sounds like quite the woman. So you said you left school. When did that happen and why?
It was right after the end of my final year. I came back home to find out that Gertrude had been murdered.
Reporter: ... wow ... I am so sorry.
Thank you. I was looking forward to celebrate entering my final year with her. And ... I find out that there was a break-in. Gertrude stumbled on the thief and he killed her. That was when I realized that the school uniform ... it just wasn't fitting me anymore. So I just dropped everything and began searching for her killer. It took me four months, but I found him and caught up to him.
Reporter: Then what happened?
My first impulse was to get revenge on the spot. But then I remembered how good Gertrude had been to me. All her teachings. She didn't raise a murderer. So I just knocked him unconscious and handed him to the authorities, along with all the evidence. He was sent to prison. I just packed up everything and left.
Reporter: Why didn't you keep Gertrude's name?
I felt that it would be best to start clean slate. I wasn't going to forget what I've been taught. But it was time to move and go on my own.
Reporter: What have you been doing since then?
Been supporting myself. Odd jobs here and there around Europe ... Helping people, especially those that couldn't. Nabbing the occasional criminal and handing them to the authorities, before leaving the scene. Not doing it for fame. I simply believe that the wrongs in the world need to be corrected. That is how Gertrude raised me. That I should always do what's right. Never what is wrong. And never accept wrong things as being alright.
Reporter: And now? Do you have a job? Where do you live?
At this time, I am looking for a job. As for living ... More like sleeping. Just any inn or hotel where I can find a proper bed. I am not picky.
Reporter: You don't have an actual residence?
No, I don't.
Reporter: Somehow, after what you've told me, it doesn't surprise me.
No, it really shouldn't.
Reporter: Thank you for your time, Johann. And good luck. Including finding out who you are.
Thank you. Really appreciate it.[/i]

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:
Johann wasn't a terrible fan of the reporters. Because he preferred to avoid getting his name, his story or both in there. Him not being one about fame and such. Then again, they might be able to find out more about his origins. Reporters were extremely nosy like that and, whenever smelling a good story, they wouldn't let go. And his might be a really good one. Was it really a trade-off that he would accept though? He hadn't decided yet. There might be other options to explore.

He was sitting at a nearby cafe table, fiddling with a sandwich that he had just purchased. That was one half of his lunch. Hadn't decided on the other half. He had watched quietly for a few good minutes as the poor reporter seem to have no chance to get an answer for whatever question she had. People were in such a hurry. It would really only take a minute to stop, answer a question and then leave. Not that big of a deal.

And then the heel gave way. It was bound to happen. Heels on cobble stones, recipe for potential disaster. The shoe rolled off in the vicinity of his table. Regardless of his feelings towards journalists, Johann decided to help out. He took one more bite from his sandwich, swallowed quickly as he grabbed hold of the broken shoe. Then swiftly moved at the distraught reporter's side, offering his free hand. "May I be of some assistance, Miss? Perhaps both with the shoe and ... that question that you want answered."

All that accompanied by a kind smile. Probably the best offer she would get all day.

OTHER
How did you find us? Ezboard, Yuku. Long, long time ago.

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