Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Ossir Llywelen
Gender: Male
Age: 30

Education: 
Hogwarts Alumni - Slytherin

Residence:
Llywelen country estate - Pembrookshire

Occupation
Author

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?
The Ministry

Requested Magic Levels:
 

• Charms: 6
• Divination: 7
• Transfiguration: 10
• Summoning: 9

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:
Calcifer Duane

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

He had never worried about money, the abundance of currency had been instilled in the Llywelen family further back than most of the family history books could account for. The same was told to him by his father about the lineage of Slytherin, not one family member had ever strayed from the serpent house, well not anyone that his father would actually admit, and he had been well schooled in the history of the great house of Hogwarts. For Ossir Llywelen, life was about status – being better than your counter parts, rising to be the best no matter what the cost. It was a lonely life. He was one of five sons his parents had, being raised on the natural instinct to dodge, smile and fight when the occasion fitted. Though he is the second eldest of the brothers, he is physically inferior to his brothers and it was only at Hogwarts where he found his strength, a strength that his brothers would never overpower.

Books offered him a keen insight and knowledge built a foundation which steadily grew and allowed him to outsmart his brothers. Why defend yourself physically when you can prevent the confrontation in the first place? He spent most of his time in the library, making more friends from other houses than his own, causing him to have a very lonely walk back to the dungeons after dinner.

It was after he graduated from Hogwarts that Ossir realised that he found it easy to talk to people, convince and manipulate people. He had the ability talk his way out of difficult situations and into the wallets and closed doors of the rich and powerful. He had contemplated writing for the daily prophet for a long time as he struggled initially to get any of his books published. It was one evening in the dead of summer that he convinced a few business partners, with the help of a smooth word here and there and the dozen or so glasses of Chablis, to take on the book “Animal Head: Life as a rabbit” and since has written many fictional classics.

However the life as an author bored him so, there was no challenge for Ossir. He had started to write biographical pieces such as “Wandering with the Wimbourne Wasps” and educational work like “Herbology for slackers” and “101 things not to do with a giant” to attempt to keep himself interested but to no avail.

For Ossir Llywelen, politics was his goal, a path in which he knew he could bring pride to the Llywelen family. It would be hard, it would require all his guile, cunningness and charisma, it would require untold amount of patience. But, more importantly, it would be ruthless and Ossir knew that he would leave no person standing in his path to the top.

Roleplay: 

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.
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Roleplay Response:

He walked out onto the cobblestone street of Diagon Alley, closing the door to his apartment behind him. Check left, check right. His suit was still unbuttoned as he began walking to his destiny. Today was his interview for a position at the Ministry, he had shrugged thoughts of doubt from his mind and focussed on the job in hand. His new black leather shoes made light work on the cracks and divots beneath his feet, walking with purpose through the crowded street he found that people actually moved out of his path for him. Sign of confidence he thought, now thumbing at the jacket buttons, slowly sliding them through their designated holes one by one until all three has forced the jacket to wrap snugly around his slim body.

Ossir kept himself in a state of complete composure, he did not mumble to himself nor divert his eyes from up ahead. He paid no mind to those around him, just the job and the dream, the dream of his own office, secretary, the power, the responsibility. It was then he noticed the woman on the floor just ahead of him, shouting about something or other. He walked past her as she began to move along the floor, and it was only the briefest of moments to see why.

He found himself coming to a halt as he stood above a heel from a shoe, no doubt the culprit of the woman’s current disposition, and slowly bent down; his fingers grasped around the heel and gently freed the object. He slowly stood upright and turned to the oncoming woman, presenting the heel when she was close enough for Ossir.

“You may want to invest in more appropriate footwear for such a surface” he spoke, softly yet confidently with a smile on his face.