E L S E W H E R E C H I L D CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name:
Noelle Delaney Cossé-BrissacGender:
PurebloodParents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Father: Eliah Cossé-Brissac, Character Classifieds.
Mother: Unknown, NPC.Residence:
Maine-et-Loire, FranceDo you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
N/ADo you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Yes, Lilian Cossé-Brissac (her twin).Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Zailey Pavlova, Jezebel Morgenstern, Viktoria Borovsky, Izolda Pavlova, Elizabeth & James Waters (Working on App), Sunday Twitchett (On Hold), Sonja LundgrenBiography: (100 words minimum.)
They say I'm rotten, but how could a face as sweet as mine be associated with anything but charm?
My name is Noelle, but everybody calls me Elle. Unless I ask them to call me Lily. She's my twin and sometimes we pretend to be each other just to see what people say about us. I've lived my whole life in France, on the family estate, but Father says next year I should expect to join my cousin's at Hogwarts. Apparently, my entire family has gone to wizarding schools across the world.
Even though I'm only ten and still have to wait an entire year to go--I imagine I will be sorted into Slytherin. On account of my 'rottenness'. I don't care what house I'm sorted into, I just can't wait to see the library and read all the books I possibly can in the seven years I spend there. I love to read when I'm not playing the cello. And I LOVE playing my cello.
Everyone says they are surprised I have such an ear for music, but I can't help but love the sounds I make when I drag the bow across the strings. It's the only thing that helps me forget about those horrible nannies we have had coming into the house lately.
I hate them.Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:
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:
She didn't want to play, she never did.
Firmly Elle snapped shut the book she once cradled in her hands, sapphire eyes shooting daggers at the young girl that had spoken so boldly to her. Godric Park and its people were nothing like the ones back home; this entire world was strange.
"No!" she barked back, her voice much louder than the young girl's. "I don't want to play, can't you see I'm trying to read this book?" she countered, waving the book in the air wildly as she climbed to her feet, curls bouncing, and began to approach the girl hastily.
"Not all of us have time for your childish games! Some of us must actually study to make our way in the world!" Elle didn't bother to convey her dislike for the young girl, or the games she was playing with the others.
Already they had been a bother this afternoon, hollering and carrying on as if there was no one else in the park; she released a dramatic sigh and shoved the book into the depths of her messenger bag slung across her body.
She didn't have time for this.OTHER
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