Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Owen Alexander Stevens
Gender: Male
Age: 19

Education: 
Hogwarts - Ravenclaw - Graduated '39

Residence:
The Stevens Manor,
Hulme Walfield,
Britain

Occupation:**If you are planning to work at St. Mungo's, please fill out the St. Mungo's application here instead.
Unemployed - Heir to the Auberghast Fortune

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?
n/a

Requested Magic Levels: (see here on how to do this)
If you want levels above the usual 32 total, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

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

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:
Faye E. Reinhardt, Lucas Monroe, Henrietta Deluise, Vienna McCarthy, Garrett J. Black, Ophelia Stormcloak, Alek M. Petrov

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Owen Alexander Stevens was born in the small village of Hulme Walfield in the North West of England. His parents, Peter and Claryssa, married 6 years prior to this, marrying in the muggle way. Their Victorian-looking house was built by Peter's ancestors in the 1890's and is still a landmarked building in many muggle communities, often reffered to as 'The Stevens' Manor'. Living in such a peaceful and isolated area gave Claryssa and Peter the environment that they needed, in which, they could perform magic, without risk of exposure.

As Owen grew up, Peter and Claryssa were worried. For some reason, Owen was not showing any signs of any magical properties at all, leading Claryssa to fall into a fit of depression, fearing that she had produced a squib. Luckily, a few months later, Owen's magic started to shine through. By the time he was 5 years old, his favourite pass-time was to sit in the garden and use magic to make the flowers grow. Claryssa and Peter found their son to be a charming young boy and were hoping that one day he would attend either Duirmstrang or Hogwarts, just as they had.

In the passing years, Owen's interests no longer lay in the garden, he now liked to take refuge in the library, searching for information on the histories of the Wizarding World and of magic itself. He loved to seek out a history book to read and would often finish them in a maximum of 2 days. In one sentence; Owen adored the histories of magic. The unknown was just a maze to him, it wasn't a scary place if you knew what you were looking for.

A month prior to his 11th birthday, Owen received a letter declaring him eligible for a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was so excited to actually go to the school and learn more about the histories that he loved so much and even more so, the things he was always too young to understand.
With his new pet owl; Sugar and his books, robes and wand; unicorn hair, 11.5 inches, fairly springy, he kissed his mother's cheek and hugged his father on platform nine and three quarters and boarded the 'Hogwarts Express' and began his journey to his new school. On arrival, he had already made friends with some of the new students that he'd shared a carriage with.

During his 2nd and 4th years he had already been branded as a possible 'O' student in Charms and Transfiguration but had never understood Divination. All the talk of omens and auras was in his opinion; "A load of rubbish."
In his 3rd year, he had been transferred, for a term, to Durmstrang Academy for Wizards, the school that his father had attended. This was not a pleasant experience for the young wizard, as he was forced to learn the Dark Arts, much to his disapproval. When the term was up, he was glad to see the back of that place forever, hoping that he would never step foot inside that asylum again.

After the end of his fifth year, Owen had been through two boyfriends and had made numerous friends and even a few enemies. Unfortunately for him, his family was pulling him out of Hogwarts to move to France, where he would attend Beauxbatons. His parents had told the head teacher and a plan was mapped out for Owen's future in France. Luckily, Owen had found a way to escape from his deranged parents and was now residing in his old house in Hulme Walfield, which he had bought back with his inheritance that was hidden safely in his Gringotts vault. After going to see the head teacher of Hogwarts once more, he had pleaded for his place at Hogwarts to be reinstated for the rest of his educational career, with the hope that the school board would see his predicament and come to an agreement to let him enroll for his sixth year.

The school board agreed to re-instate him as a student at Hogwarts, and so began his most difficult year at the school. New friends, old friends, new enemies and rivals from the past affected his attitude to school and he lost track of himself, becoming a mess of emotion. Since then, he had become extremely depressed and his work in lessons had been shoddy. When summer came,  Owen disappeared. Nobody knew where he had gone, but the rumor was that he had spent a period of time in St. Mungos, being treated for severe depression and anxiety. This is true, as that is exactly where he had been, although he would never admit it to someone if they asked him. Not yet, anyway. After being discharged, he travelled to Camp Loki by portkey, ready to try and take on another summer full of socializing and then another year of schooling.

After a hard year of ups and downs and plenty of drama, Owen had finally graduated from Hogwarts. He wasn't sure where he was going to end up, but he was ready to live every day as it came.

Roleplay: (If you are requesting Exceptional levels - above 32 total - please respond to the roleplay and questions here instead)
Reply as your character to the following:

It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.

The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.

Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."

To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.

Roleplay Response:
Owen had only come into Honeydukes to get himself some chocolate frogs and that was it, but now he was being tugged at by a small child.

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home. He misses my and his mommy."

Turning on the spot and looking down, Owen raised an eyebrow at the fluff-ball in the girl's arms. Sighing, he crouched down to be at the young girl's level.

"Well, how about I buy your puffskein some chocolate and then we can go and find your mummy, okay?"

Getting up from his crouching position, Owen walked over to the chocolate frogs and picked up three. Two for himself and one for the little girl's pet. Walking uo to the counter, he exchanged the necessary amount of money and then walked back to the girl, holding out the chocolate frog.

"How about you share that with him and then we'll start looking?"



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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Phoebe M. Branden

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Owen Stevens & Faye Durham

Character age: 36

Character education: Attended Elementary School in Boston, MA. Attended Salem until graduation.

Strength and weaknesses (details please): Phoebe excels in Charms, but has  a particular weakness in Divination, as she cannot understand it and never has had the ability to.

Physical description: Stands at 5 foot and 3 inches tall. Blonde hair, falling in cascades of soft waves, settling just below her shoulders. Usually seen wearing dress suits and kitten heels.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): Phoebe is not one to be messed with. She may have a kind and loving heart and a care of those with studious minds, she lacks patience with troublemakers, often leading to many detentions. She likes to believe that she knows her teaching subjects well, but can sometimes feel like she was not good enough for her job, even though her books were known in Europe and the USA.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: Phoebe had always had a passion for knowledge and searched for it in every book she could find. As she grew up, the passion evolved into the yearning to pass on her knowledge to the next generation, and what better way to do that than become a teacher? She became an Author, but now that the whole world has gone back in time, her books were forgotten about and she had to try teaching.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.): Born Phoebe Marie Paquin in St. Judes, Boston, MA, the only child of Andrew Paquin and Penelope Paquin-Branden, the woman had lead a very happy life. Her father was a Professor at Salem Institute and her mother was a writer. She had grown up in a very happy environment on their ranch. She had a love for horses and her parents owned seven. Her own horse was a Black Andalusian horse called Sanguine, whom she would spend hours riding down the riding tracks of their village of Beacon Hill.

Growing up, Phoebe had been very partial to her mother's books, which were variations of muggle children's stories that she had changed into magical perspective, making sense of the muggles' ideas of fantasy. Her particular favourite was 'Cinderella Resanne'. The story was about a young girl, who's mother died in child birth and her father, an Auror, got remarried to her elitist, pureblood step-mother and was later killed on an assignment. Cinderella was shunned for her Halfblood status and was forced to become their maid. Until, that was, her god-mother, Letitia Valour came and saved her. She could not live with her, but Letitia gave Cinderella a time-turner, so that she always had a way out.

As she grew up, she became interested in charms, enchantments and transfiguration. She would read spellbooks, trying to make herself smarter, more ready for going to Salem. Hopefully, her father would retire by then, letting her live her life at Salem without parental supervision. Luckily,
 her father retired just as she finished Elementary School. By the time she had gotten her acceptance letter to Salem, her father had settled into the life of a farmer. He was finally taking his ranch life seriously.

Attending Salem had been a new adventure to Phoebe and as she finished her final year as a popular senior, with O's in Charms and Transfiguration and E.E's in Divination, Summoning and Conjuring and Herbology, she decided that she would become an Author.

Moving to England with her first book title in her mind, she carried out the next year writing up her masterpiece, residing in the historic village of Godric's Hollow. The name of which was in memorial of one of the founders of Hogwarts School, the British magical school for young witches and wizards.

After her parents had made the shocking announcement of their divorce, Phoebe decided to become a writer, following in her mother's footsteps. She legally changed her last name to her mother's maiden name and the surname of her pen-name; Branden.

The newly-named Phoebe Maria Branden became the author of two spellbooks and a Grimoire that were now on the shelves in every wizarding bookstore in Europe and the United States of America and were used in Charms and Transfiguration classes in all of the magical schools in the world. She is currently writing a new book, which is completely different to all of her other works. She was writing an original children's story, dedicated to her mother, who had recently died of old age. Her father still writes to her and she would respond accordingly, promising to visit him on the very same ranch that she grew up on. Whilst she missed her father greatly, she had no time to visit in the near future, what with her book unfinished and in need of a second main character; a love interest for the heroine.

She was looking for a relationship, the unknown suitor would be her inspiration and the final piece to the puzzle that was, 'Marie Paquin and the Magic Within'. Finding her own happily ever after was the key to her heroine's happiness and she would never give up trying to find the one who could make her life's ambition complete.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

The water by the lakeshore rippled, dark under the overcast sky, and thick with moss growth. Ripples grew into small waves, spreading in concentric circles that sloshed against the rocks and sent a small family of mice living in a rotted out log above the waterline scurrying for cover.

And then the lake exploded.

A fountain erupted, splattering muddy water and assorted bits of lake bottom. Something very, very large thrashed and roiled, tentacles slapping wildly at the surface.

Elizabeth despised the squid, and more importantly, she disapproved of it. It was disorderly. Truth be told, she was the sort of woman who disapproved of a great many things, the disorderly ones most particularly. A tall, severe woman in her forties who never smiled, Elizabeth was so parsimonious with praise that it was said that if good will could be saved up she'd be sitting on a pile of it like dragon over a horde. The school's Headmistress was very good at disapproval.

Brown water flowed in a tent around her upraised wand, blocked by an invisible umbrella.

“He has a cold again!” Pythagorea Proud, the school’s much-harried Deputy Headmistress fussed, as she shook a spatter of mud off of her arm. She hadn’t been as quick with her wand work. “He won’t take his medicine. We’ve been trying all morning. Someone is going to have to deal with him!”

Arms folded, the tip of Elizabeth’s pointed black and very sensible shoe tapped against the rocky bank. She glanced over at their newest Professor, her expression thoughtful. “You’ll do,” she offered flatly, her tone leaving little room for argument. This was going to prove to be a very different sort of interview...

Roleplay Response:

"You'll do."

Oh dear...

The headmistress was looking at her? Of course, she could help, but she wasn't trained in giving a giant squid the medicine for a cold! What to do, what to do. There were so many different ways she could go about this, but only one of them was least likely to harm the squid. After thinking it over for several seconds, Phoebe came to the conclusion that this was a good way to show off her talents.

As she stepped forward, she put on a face of pure confidence and, without saying a word, she walked to the edge of the lake. As she waited for the squid to appear, she pointed her wand at the water. She did not have long to wait as the gargantuan beast crashed from beneath the watery depth and sprayed water for metres. Readying herself, she targeted the squid with her wand and waved her wand, silently uttering the incantation.

Incarcerous

Watching with delight as the ropes flew from her wand and wound themselves around the creature, leaving it unable to move, she suddenly realised that it now could not swim, so she waved her wand again quickly, focusing on another incantation.

Locomotor

Soon, she was moving the creature towards her and placing it in shallow waters, so it could still breathe, but was easier to approach. Phoebe then turned silently to her superior, nodded her head in respect and said simply.

"The creature should take it's medicine now, if only to be freed from it's bindings. Will that be all, ma'am?"

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THE BASICS
Name: Owen Stevens

Former Character's Name (if you had one):


CHARACTER DETAILS
House Request: Despite both of his parents, just as their parents before them, were Griffindors, Owen was rather calm and steady, he likes to think before he acts. He searches for new aspects of learning everywhere he goes, spending a long period of time with his focus fixated inside a book. Owen also has a slightly more cheeky side and even though he comes across as a shy person, he is completely the opposite around the people he trusts. This could point towards the Ravenclaw house, which in Owen's mind, wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Year: 
5th/6th Year.

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength:
Charms

Magical Weakness:
Divination

Biography:

Mother: Claryssa Stevens - Pureblood - 39
Father: Peter Stevens - Pureblood - 40

-no siblings-

Owen Alexander Stevens was born in the small villiage of Hulme Walfield in the North West of England. His parents, Peter and Claryssa, married 6 years prior to this, marrying in the muggle way. Their Victorian-looking house was built by Peter's ancestors in the 1890's and is still a landmarked building in many muggle communities, often reffered to as 'The Stevens' Manor'. Living in such a peaceful and isolated area gave Claryssa and Peter the environment that they needed, in which, they could perform magic, without risk of exposure.

As Owen grew up, Peter and Claryssa were worried. For some reason, Owen was not showing any signs of any magical properties at all, leading Claryssa to fall into a fit of depression, fearing that she had produced a squib. Luckily, a few months later, Owen's magic started to shine through. By the time he was 5 years old, his favourite pass-time was to sit in the garden and use magic to make the flowers grow. Claryssa and Peter found their son to be a charming young boy and were hoping that one day he would attend Hogwarts, just as they had.

In the passing years, Owen's interests no longer lay in the garden, he now liked to take refuge in the library, searching for information on the histories of the Wizarding World and of magic itself. He loved to seek out a history book to read and would often finish them in a maximum of 2 days. In one sentence; Owen adored the histories of magic. The unknown was just a maze to him, it wasn't a scary place if you knew what you were looking for.

A month prior to his 11th birthday, Owen received a letter declaring him eligible for a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was so excited to actually go to the school and learn more about the histories that he loved so much and even more so, the things he was always too young to understand.

With his new pet owl; Sugar and his books, robes and wand; unicorn hair, 6.5 inches, fairly springy, he kissed his mother's cheek and hugged his father on platform nine and three quarters and boarded the 'Hogwarts Express' and began his journey to his new school. On arrival, he had already made friends with some of the new students that he'd shared a carriage with.

During his 2nd, 3rd and 4th years he had already been branded as a possible 'O' student in Charms, Ancient Runes and Transfiguration but had never understood Divination. All the talk of omens and auras was in his opinion; "A load of rubbish."


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
Owen hated Muggle Studies as soon as he entered the classroom in his 3rd year. Why would he want to learn about automo-whatsits anyway?.

Personality:
As much as he hates to admit it, Owen has an irrational fear of spiders. They make him squirm and if one was to come within a metre of him, he'd be out of his chair in record speed, screaming like a madman. Owen also has one more fear, his other fear is rejection; he loves to make friends but is afraid that his sexual orientation might jeopardise this when dealing with male friends.
On a good day, Owen is bright and cheery, he is polite and never questions anything that is asked of him, whereas on a bad day, he couldn't be more of the opposite. He won't talk to anyone, even if they have nothing to do with the problem, all anyone will receive is the cold shoulder.

Appearance:
Owen is a natural blonde but has dyed his hair so many times that the pigment has permanently changed to a medium brown colour. He has hazel eyes which have gold specks dotted around the iris. He is about 6,2" in height and is rather skinny but with a hint of muscle. His front teeth buck out slightly when he smiles but he doesn't care: His smile is something that makes him who he is.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY


Option II:

“Oh, come now!"

Astrid Bixby’s voice carried down the corridor, the tall blonde girl not far behind. Her interviewee – or victim, depending on perspective – turned a corner and she frowned. They were always soelusive when she needed them. Sure, they would talk as if there was no tomorrow during class, but once she actually needed them to say something, they were nowhere to be found. Gryffindors.

Flustered, Astrid stopped in the middle of the corridor and stared, her parchment hanging limply from her hand. She was a good reporter, really, and she always did her best to make sure that everything she wrote was accurate. She glanced down to the quill, eyeing it with disdain. It wasn’t her fault if her quill misquoted. How was she supposed to know? It made for interesting articles, at least, and if she had misquoted the Head Boy last term as saying he had a love for stuffed animals, then that gave him personality. Astrid sighed.

A pout formed on her lips as she turned away, discouraged. The corridor was mercifully empty, though the doors to The Spellbound – the school newspaper – were ominously closed. Corbridge was a mercifully sweet editor, but Astrid was terrified of disappointing her all the same. She hadto come back with quotes.
Her eyes, blue, trailed her surroundings before choosing a new path, and she turned down a new corridor. A figure was ahead, and her eyes lit up, an impossibly rosy smile blossoming across her lips.

“Hey!” Astrid called, her voice light and singsong. She trotted to catch the person, her shoes clicking on the stone floor. “Wait up! It’s for the paper!” Her legs aided her admittedly poor running, and Astrid gasped as she came closer. “What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

Sample Roleplay Response:

Owen turned on his heel as he heard the call from behind him, seeing a flustered girl that he knew to be Astrid Brixby. He thought for a moment about the question that Astrid had just put forward, before giving her his answer.

" I think that a healthy interest in foreign cuisine is quite good for the diet. Frog legs are a very risky choice though, I'd have said something more along the lines of Chouquettes. Chouquettes are basically pastry balls with plum and sugar cubes. Frogs legs will get some people in the mood for trying foreign foods but it could scare others away, whereas, this is just a simple dessert that isn't too sweet but ,also, isn't too bitter. Now I have really got to go to Transfiguration, I have an essay to hand in, I hope you got what you needed! Bye!"

I then turned back to where I was originally headed and bolted down the corridor, hoping and praying that my encounter with Astrid hadn't earned me detention.

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