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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Logan "Chip" Montclair
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Blood Status: Halfblood

Education: 
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Residence:
Residential Wizarding London

Occupation:
Procurer of Goods

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?
No

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 7
  • Divination: 8
  • 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?
No

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Peter & Co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
"What's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too"

  Street rat. Pickpocket. Mercenary. All these words are descriptions that barely scratch the surface of the man Logan Montclair was, or "Chip" as he preferred people call him. Originally born in Toronto, Canada, he is the illegitimate son between a muggleborn witch by the name of Leila Montclair, and a high society male muggle who never gave her his name. Finding too much despair in Toronto, Leila relocated her family to America for a fresh start in New York City, a place where she heard dreams come true. If this was the cause, she was heading into a dream one would have while experiencing sleep paralysis.

  After living in NYC for a decade, Leila had managed to find work within a muggle clothing factory, making just enough so she and her son don't go hungry. All the while, Logan tagged along with mischief like a parasite, picking the pockets of muggles and wizards, as well as burglarizing the homes of them indiscriminately. Needless to say, he was caught most of the time by aurors, so often he knew a few on a first name basis. Chip's knack for trouble constantly put him and his mother at each other’s throats. She would constantly berate him, saying that if he doesn't change his ways, he'll spend his life behind bars. Chip could care less about what his mother thought of his sticky hands, because everything he didn't get caught with brought in load more money than what his mother was bringing home.

  Eventually, he was sent an acceptance letter to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This didn't come to a shock to Chip, since random magic happening would give him away when he tried to hide from trouble. Nor did it garner enough attention from his mother, since he was expelled from almost all the schools in New York. Before the start of his first year, he insured that he'd be better at getting what he wanted. Chip hung around the lowlifes of New York, who to him were a better than any prissy teacher that always told him he wouldn't amount to anything. From them, he learned how to pick locks, be more attentive when he entered a room, and how to read a person to get a better idea of if it's worth taking from them or not.

  Chip reaped what he had sown, but not in a way that was best for anyone. While at Ilvermorny, he took anything he felt he had to have, from other students Christmas presents to items from the shops in the neighboring areas when the students were free to roam. In his third year, a fight broke out when an older student's gold trim omnioculars went missing. With one punch, his two front teeth chipped causing the trademark gap in his smile. The head nurse told him nothing could be done about it, but he already had an extensive history of taking things from the hospital wing, so he never knew if they were telling the truth or not. Shortly after, other students began to mock him, calling him Chip the Thief. The mocking had the opposite effect of what it was intended for. It boosted his confidence, which made him go after bigger prizes, and all because he had what he thought was a very cool nickname.

  As his skills in theft grew with his skills in the classroom, it was easier for him to take what he wanted, but it also made no one want to be around him. It was seldom that his peers wanted to be around him, and when they did Chip ultimately drove them away when he got what he wanted from them. There was only one person he couldn't disappoint, and that was a girl by the name of Amalie who was only a year younger. She came from a similar background as him, nonexistent father and a mother too busy to pay attention, and when he tried to take from her, he would find his own belongings. Chip learned a lesson from her that he treasures as a rule to this day.  Why take from those who can't afford much? You are what you take, and master thieves take master treasures.

  At the end of his Fifth year, they both took their crime spree a step to far. What they planned for months was to take the quill of acceptance from the headmaster's office. Even though the scheme was extremely well thought out, having an excellent exit strategy and alibi, they were caught red handed by the headmaster himself. This resulted in the both of them being expelled from the school, so they can't return for Chip to start his sixth year and for Amalie her fifth. Like a domino effect, it was the last straw for Leila too. Chip was kicked out of his home and forced to live on the streets of New York City. He wasn't alone, for the same fate had been given to Amalie.

  No lesson was learned from this experience, but the two's bond grew immensely to the point where it grew to a romantic level. They had both heard stories of a muggle couple in Texas or Louisiana that was known as the best thieves a couple could be. They didn’t care that the stories ended with both of them dead, because they figured that they had magic, and that couple didn’t.

  Sticking to their rule, both Chip and Amalie were so good (or bad, depending on how you look at it) at their craft that they were charging whoever would pay them to take or plant items by the time they were 22 and 21 respectively. Life seemed to be going well for them they thought. It was the night that they were given a job to retrieve a special wand that everything went down hill. Willow with a thunderbird feather core, which made the wand just as valuable as it was unstable. The wand had belonged to a wealthy pureblood wizard who could never control the random curses that would shoot from it, but still kept it as a centerpiece for people to gawk at. They almost managed to get the wand with out a trace, but the owner came back home in time to catch both of them red handed. As they managed to escape the wizards house and apparate outside, a single curse was shouted at them, and a flash of green light disappeared with the two. When they appeared at their safe house, Chip was unharmed, but the motionless body that was Amalie lied on the ground with it's eyes open, and not a sign of life was in sight. Out of all the disappointing things in Chip's life, no hardship came close to him grieving over the one person who understood him. They became like the couple they idolized, but far worse, for Chip had to move along with his life without her.

  The good that came out of it was that Chip had the wand for the witch that hired them, but Chip felt he was owed more than just money. The wand seemed to agree since it's will wouldn't bend for any other person, but would answer to Chip without shooting a curse. It felt to him it was fate, forming like a bond which his original wand never gave him, so grabbed what he could he fled with it by stowing away on a muggle ship bound for England, feeling that by regular means, someone from the witch who hired him would be looking for him

  Three years later, the American has made a a little name for himself again, finding jobs here and there. It's not keeping him afloat like the ones back in America, but he gets by. He lives in Residential Wizarding London, but where he can be found most of the time is in Diagon Alley, crashing at the inns there to shake aurors off his trail. He's always so elusive due to his wand, as thunderbird does, senses what the wizard finds to be a danger before they happen.

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:
 It had been fairly busy in Diagon Alley, which may have been luck favoring Chip. Jobs were becoming a little scarce, and he needed to find something to get him through the night at let, and a busy shopping area with wizards and witches with deep pockets just had to be fate. Teetering around, looking as if he was very clumsy or possibly drunk, he bumped hard from to person, and dug deep into their pocket for any coin he could grab. One man visibly grew suspicious of this, and to this Chip slurred his speech to make his act more believable. "Surry maan," he told him while adding a hiccup for authenticity. It appeared to have worked, for than man just shrugged the American off with very little regard.

  What stopped him from picking the next pocket he saw surprisingly wasn't an auror, but the shout of a damsel in distress. Chip turned to see a woman with a broken heel, a rather beautiful lady at that who also looked as if she had change to spare. So who was he to deny such a woman aid he thought to himself. Weaving his way through the crowd, he made it to the side of the girl and extended a hand to her, "Let me help you up, nothing so pretty should be left on the floor like this." Every word he said to her seemed to be coated in honey. "The name's Chip. Logan is my real name, but everyone calls me Chip for obvious reasons," he told her while he pointed to the gap in his smile.  Chip grabbed the broken piece of the woman's heel, "I can fix it for you, if you want me to. Also, I don't know if I heard you right, but if you are from the Prophet I can answer some questions for you. Hopefully over a drink, maybe?"

OTHER
How did you find us? Through x (jk)

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Archived Applications / Tiana Archer
« on: 12/01/2018 at 15:24 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Tiana LaRay Archer
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
Hogwarts-Hufflepuff

Residence:
London, England

Occupation
Singer/Songwriter

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?
No

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 8
  • Divination: 10
  • Transfiguration: 9
  • Summoning: 5
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:
Peter Copeland

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
 Out of all the girls one can find in the U.K., none of them will be as kind and caring as Tiana Laray Archer, shortened to Tia. Born in the heart of London to Dominic Archer -a Ministry of Magic desk jockey for the Department of Law Enforcement- and Josephine Archer (nee Prichard) -a stay at home mother, she is the oldest of 3 child in her family. Her youngest brother, Samuel, is thirteen years younger than Tia and with the little magic he has, he attends the AB&C daycare in Diagon Alley. Her second youngest brother, Brandon, is five years younger than her and is classified as a squib. When most purblood families would have disowned anyone who was a squib, the Archers saw Brandon as nothing else but family. The Archers were too poor to afford a house elf, but they managed to get by just the same, with Josephine home schooling the children, and Dominic working with all his might to provide for everyone. It was her father’s constant disappearance that made her engulf herself fully into music at a very young age. Around the time she was seven years old, she began to sing wherever and whenever, which steadily grew into a common occurrence around the house, especially to her little brother when it was time for him to sleep. Her talent at such an early age earned her the nickname “Little Canary”, first coined by her father, around the neighborhood. Yet when she turned nine, her singing could make records play without anyone touching them; items like chairs and brooms would sway back and forth as if they were dancing. The very moment she became aware of what she was doing filled her with such happiness that she screamed as though someone took a knife at her throat, which made her mother come to where Tia was like a bolt of lightning. Josephine was a little mad at first for the false alarm, but her anger faded quick because her daughter just found out she’s a witch.

  Upon entering Hogwarts at 10, after receiving her letter of acceptance, she couldn’t believe how breathtakingly beautiful the castle was. Tia had heard stories of the greatness that was Hogwarts, being both of her parents used to attend, but to actually see the caste for herself made her feel like no description could do it justice. Tia had no interest in discussing which house she would like to be in because she didn’t care. Her mother was a Gryffindor student, and her father was Ravenclaw, so she thought she would just be in either houses. It came as a bit of a surprise to her when the Sorting Hat placed her in Hufflepuff, but looking at the table of warm inviting students, just as hardworking as she was made her sprint to the table and hug the first person she saw.
 
  Classes came and went for her, Divination came to here like a fish to water, and she seemed to be doing great in them, Summoning was her hardest class. The “Baby” in her name was soon dropped after her 3rd year and she was just known as “Canary” around campus. She told all that would listen to her that when she left Hogwarts she was going to pursue a singing career under that nickname as a mononym. It was also around her 3rd year that she took to writing her own music, filling a whole roll of parchment with songs she had written, and filling receptacle bins full of just as much parchment of songs she hated. Her absolute favorite place to write was by the old oak next to the lake. It was her go to place, even if she just needed to relax from school work.

  Leaving Hogwarts after her 7th year was the hardest thing Tia felt she ever had to do in her life. She had grown attached to her house and everyone in it, but finally leaving the nest thrilled her just as much as it upset her. Now currently living in a shoe box apartment in the muggle world of London, she goes to open nights at taverns, and sometimes Hogsmeade and The Leaky Cauldron when she was allowed, and sing the songs of famous muggles as well as songs she has written herself, under the stage name “Canary” sometimes wearing a long, flowing, mustard yellow dress that was made for her by her mother. She detests this dress with every fiber in her being but she loves her mother far more, so she wears the dress anyway because it means so much to her. She hopes that her voice one day can be one of the greatest, and can fill the world with as much beauty as she felt that her life was filled by.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:


The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:

  The snowfall that took place in Diagon Alley was such a beautiful sight for Tia to see. She was on her way to the Leaky Cauldron’s, using it’s back entrance because of the snow day making it far busier with muggles traveling passed it, to hopefully be able to perform a piece she put together. In no clear rush, she stopped to marvel at the radiant garments she saw in the shop on her way, muttering under her breath with a highly ambitious tone, “One day soon, people will be begging me to wear beautiful dresses just like this. That day will come soon, and I know it.”

 Afterwards, Tia ventured on pass St. Mungo’s and attempted to tread on straight to The Leaky Cauldron when in the spur of the moment. She heard a man scream right in front of her. She rushed down to the old man’s level on the icy ground, tinsels decorating her body as she stretched out a hand to the elderly man. “Are you alright there, Mr.?” she asked in a very concerned tone, “Do you need to go inside? Here let me help you.”

  Tia pulled off the colorful and glittery tinsel back into the box. She grabbed her wand out of her pocket and pointed it towards the box. “Wingardium Leviosa” she said to the box that no hovered over the crowd once more. “Where are you going with these, sir? I’ll help you take them there if you want.

OTHER
How did you find us? Magic

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Peter Copeland

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable:

Character age: 37

Character education: Hogwarts

Strength and weaknesses (details please): Peter is strong overall physically due to his massive size. When it comes to magic, charms and potion making came always came easy to him but nothing gave him more joy than working in herbology and studying the behavior of plants and their properties. It's his love for plant life though that can also serve as a weakness, overlooking certain transgressions if he's supplied with one just as exotic or bizarre as the offense. He absolutely abhors snakes, so much so that a basilisk is his bogart.

Physical description: Peter is a very tall, and stocky wizard with a bushy, chestnut colored, chest-length beard and long flowing hair to match. In his off time he can be seen wearing sunglasses which make it so that only his nose and forehead are visible; as well as all his fingers being decorated in rings. Peter seems to always have the distinct smell of burnt tobacco, coffee grounds, and a sort of earthy overtone. Due to an accident with a mandrake, he is slightly deaf and volume control can be somewhat of a problem for him.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): Peter has been known to have a warm and inviting personality, getting along with a majority of people who crosses paths with him. Though he is a very lovable person, when he gets angry, passionate is nowhere near strong enough a word to describe the way he acts. It can get to the point where belting out swears, some of which are a bit dated, and banging on flat surfaces is all he's doing (He has never gotten to this point with children). Peter always needs something to do or he starts to fidget, for instances when he experiments with gillyweeds and is timing the effects of it, he'll begin to play around with the stopwatch until he almost breaks it.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: Hogwarts was his home away from home. It filled him with so much hope and determination when he was younger that it made him pursue a career in herbology that he never would have dreamed of had he lived a normal life like the rest of his muggle family. It's exactly because of this that Peter wishes to be a Professor, so he can be a part of the same experience with the next generation of students.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):    
  Peter Copeland is a muggleborn wizard born on December 2nd, 1913. His size and frame now was very much the same when he was little, very tall and chunky for his age. He was born into a heavily religious Welsh muggle family in Liverpool who didn't directly approve of anything to do with magic. His mother, Beryl Copeland (née Oakes), was a housemaid with a hardy attitude, and could make every ha'penny last. As all mothers do, she had a real soft spot for her only child. His father, Earnest Copeland, was a soldier in the first war, and died when Peter was only a few years old. With his father gone, Peter and his mother moved in with Beryl's older brother in a small, cramped wooden house secluded from most of society in the fields of Liverpool, and his large family for financial support.

  As a child, Peter loved to be outdoors, particularly a small garden him and his mom tended to, which seemed to be the only way he could get peace and quiet among the overwhelming amount of people inside. From Peter's cousins' point of view, Peter looked weak, so whenever he was outside, they soon followed after a while to tease him for doing "sissy" things, but they would lay off him on Sunday and Monday, since it was the only time his mom would be around the garden with him. The rest of the time she would need to spend working to provide for him as all the adults did. He would always stand his ground and fight, but would ultimately lose since he was often outnumbered. This started coming to a halt when Peter was around 9 years old when a strange occurrence happened. One afternoon, Peter's cousins were relentless with their torment, and were getting worse by poking him. Peter had every intention on fighting them like he usually does, but right when he turned his furious gaze toward them, handfuls of manure seemed to fling themselves at his cousins without him even grabbing them. Peter's cousins were too busy covering their faces to see it wasn't Peter throwing the fowl manure, nor was it Peter when entangled roots began to rise a couple centimeters off the ground to trip them as they ran back into the house. As peculiar as it was, Peter couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably. It was the first time he saw his cousins running in fear, so he wanted to soak in every second of their misery. Nothing like this happened again but unordinary events kept happening, like the fire in the chimney would flare immensely if he would laugh a little too hard, or a plant close to dying would be beaming with health at his touch. What seemed to be the strangest out of all of this was that Peter was the only one noticing these things.

  At 10 years old, Peter got mail that was meant to be delivered to him specifically. His family not believing children could receive mail, as they had no job, gave it directly to his mother, Beryl. She opened it to reveal an old peace of parchment saying that an institute known as Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry would be accepting him for their next school year, beginning Sept. 1. After reading all its contents, she ripped it up and put it in the fireplace thinking it was someone playing some joke. It wasn't until the letters started coming everyday that Beryl began to take it as a sick game someone was playing on her, but before she went to the authorities, she noticed the strange amount of owls surrounding her brothers house in broad daylight. Magic was seen as something evil to her religion, But what she wanted more than anything in the world was the absolute best for her child. Eventually, Beryl put her sons needs came before her own morals, and she told Peter what he was. He immediately couldn't believe it at all, but after a few minutes all those strange events that happened to began to make sense. The week before Sept. 1 came around, and Beryl with her son went all around London to follow the parchment's instructions as much as they  could, following those who they overheard talking about some of the things they were looking for until they found themselves surrounded by families looking for their necessities for their children's school year at Hogwarts. On the day Peter was to leave for the Hogwarts express, Beryl sat him down and struck a deal with him. The deal was that he was to tell anyone who wasn't his mom that he was attending a fancy boarding school in France, and that when he came home, anything having to do with Hogwarts will stay out of the rest of their family's site in fear that they would demonize Peter for his magic.

  Peter's time at Hogwarts were the best years of his young life. He was, like all the first years that were with him, a nervous wreck when they were being sorted, most kids muttering to themselves that they hope they join a specific house, Peter, towering over every first year, just stood unsure to what house he would belong to. When it finally came for the Sorting Hat to be placed on Peter, it felt that Hufflepuff would be a great fit for him but also felt that he would excel in Gryffindor. Peter looked directly at the Gryffindor table and instantly knew where he belonged, and the Sorting Hat feeling his desire placed him in Gryffindor house. People gravitated to him cause of his size, and even more so when they found out he was muggleborn. Throughout the years, he excelled in his classes, Charms as well as Conjuration more so than others, enjoying his effortless success at making items come to him from across the room at his whim, but his shining glory was always spotted in Herbology, which was his closest reminder of home. Peter had shown some promise in Transfiguration as pointed out by a professor of his, but Herbology took all his focus from anything else. Classes that were mainly about prediction was what he bombed at, and Divination was the worst of them all. He liked living in the now and having the mystery of the future stay just that. Plus, no matter how many tea leaves he saw he couldn't see anything more than blotches in a teacup.

  After his final year at Hogwarts, Peter wanted to explore the world more. He had decided to pursue a career in Herbology. His goal in life was to make his own encyclopedia of magical flora all over the world. Be it winning against fighting a Snargaluff for pods, forgetting to secure his earmuffs completely when repotting Mandrakes (where he got partial hearing loss), the world felt like it was his oyster. That is until his mother passed. It was February 7, 1939 and snow had piled up in mounds around his uncle's old home. Beryl was cremated and her ashes scattered in the garden that belonged to her son and herself, and she continued to take care of after her son left, as stated in her will. Attached with it as well was £500, an old photograph of him with his mother, and a note that stated, "I know it isn't much, my love, but with this I give all that I have to my name." . His uncle, stricken with grief, was more than willing to honor his sister's wishes, but with his own kids living their lives with their own families, and his wife leaving him, he no longer felt that there was a place for him at his own home. Rather than selling it, he thought it be more fit if Peter took ownership of his childhood home. Peter accepted all these possessions and stayed in his old home where he currently resides to this day by himself. Eventually, Peter's dream encyclopedia was forgotten and a new dream was realized. He wanted to build a magical plant nursery to house the garden, something artistic and peaceful with his childhood garden based at the center.

  His joy slowly managed to take back the place where his grief was, as time went on and he continued to build and plant. Peter never wanted to change a thing about the home outside of the nursery but wanted to make the nursery itself as large as he could get it. The coming years began to bring more loneliness than the nursery brought joy. He remembered that sharing his garden with his mum was also what gave him passion for plants. He began to think, "What if he was able to teach about his passion, and spread that same joy to children just like him?" Another aspiration grew inside him: to be able to teach about Herbology and give his knowledge to the next generation. With his nursery soon to be completed, he plans to open a shop to sell what he grows to the public that way he could spread his love of plants to all other people without them having to read about it in a dusty book.
 


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

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

  It had finally happened. Peter Copeland was to have an interview with the Head Mistress for the position Herbology Professor which was basically one of his life goals. He did not want to screw it up so the night prior he made sure he set up spells so his plants in his nursery would have sufficient sustenance to stay healthy while he was gone. He also prepared a portkey that would take him right outside of Hogsmeade. He usually would Apparate wherever he wanted but be it he hasn't seen Hogsmeade for a minute, he didn't want to take any chances with splinching. Once he felt everything was where it was supposed to be, he went to bed content that everything was going to go as planned. It didn't.

  Peter woke up to loud banging noises he could only suspect was coming from his nursery. In a hurry as to not throw off his schedule, he rushed into the nursery to find gnomes, EVERYWHERE. "Consarn it, forgot to get repellent!" He muttered in an almost growling tone. He chased and tossed every gnome in sight till there were no more. Now panting heavily, Peter looked at his watch then closed it with a hard clap, rushing back into the house. He swore again right before repeating, "I can't be late," three times. The portkey transported him to Hogsmeade, not too far from the school.
Had anyone been in the halls, Peter was sure he would've trampled them like stampeding elephants the way he hurried along the stone corridors. He finally made it to the Head Mistress' office and came bolting in with a loud slam, "I'm here Head Mistress!" he said with some relief looking at his watch telling him he's on time. Hearing her voice when she said, "You are late." made his heart sink into his stomach. His clock was 5 minutes slow. Looking at her face, he knew he needed to give a quick explanation and he knew saying, "The gnomes made me late," was not going to suffice. "P-Please forgive me Head Mistress. My portkey landed me in L-London and not at Hogsmeade like I p-planned it to." he managed to say while stammering.

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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Peter Copeland
« on: 21/11/2017 at 17:16 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Peter Joseph Copeland
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Blood Status: Muggleborn

Education:  Hogwarts

Residence: Small house in Liverpool, UK

Occupation: Herbologist

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?
Hogwarts Herbology Professor

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 14
  • Divination: 1
  • Transfiguration: 8
  • Summoning: 14

Approved by Anneka Ivanova

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:
1N/A

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

  Peter Copeland is a muggleborn wizard born on December 2nd, 1913. His size and frame now was very much the same when he was little, very tall and chunky for his age. He was born into a heavily religious Welsh muggle family in Liverpool who didn't directly approve of anything to do with magic. His mother, Beryl Copeland (née Oakes), was a housemaid with a hardy attitude, and could make every ha'penny last. As all mothers do, she had a real soft spot for her only child. His father, Earnest Copeland, was a soldier in the first war, and died when Peter was only a few years old. With his father gone, Peter and his mother moved in with Beryl's older brother in a small, cramped wooden house secluded from most of society in the fields of Liverpool, and his large family for financial support.

  As a child, Peter loved to be outdoors, particularly a small garden him and his mom tended to, which seemed to be the only way he could get peace and quiet among the overwhelming amount of people inside. From Peter's cousins' point of view, Peter looked weak, so whenever he was outside, they soon followed after a while to tease him for doing "sissy" things, but they would lay off him on Sunday and Monday, since it was the only time his mom would be around the garden with him. The rest of the time she would need to spend working to provide for him as all the adults did. He would always stand his ground and fight, but would ultimately lose since he was often outnumbered. This started coming to a halt when Peter was around 9 years old when a strange occurrence happened. One afternoon, Peter's cousins were relentless with their torment, and were getting worse by poking him. Peter had every intention on fighting them like he usually does, but right when he turned his furious gaze toward them, handfuls of manure seemed to fling themselves at his cousins without him even grabbing them. Peter's cousins were too busy covering their faces to see it wasn't Peter throwing the fowl manure, nor was it Peter when entangled roots began to rise a couple centimeters off the ground to trip them as they ran back into the house. As peculiar as it was, Peter couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably. It was the first time he saw his cousins running in fear, so he wanted to soak in every second of their misery. Nothing like this happened again but unordinary events kept happening, like the fire in the chimney would flare immensely if he would laugh a little too hard, or a plant close to dying would be beaming with health at his touch. What seemed to be the strangest out of all of this was that Peter was the only one noticing these things.

  At 10 years old, Peter got mail that was meant to be delivered to him specifically. His family not believing children could receive mail, as they had no job, gave it directly to his mother, Beryl. She opened it to reveal an old peace of parchment saying that an institute known as Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry would be accepting him for their next school year, beginning Sept. 1. After reading all its contents, she ripped it up and put it in the fireplace thinking it was someone playing some joke. It wasn't until the letters started coming everyday that Beryl began to take it as a sick game someone was playing on her, but before she went to the authorities, she noticed the strange amount of owls surrounding her brothers house in broad daylight. Magic was seen as something evil to her religion, But what she wanted more than anything in the world was the absolute best for her child. Eventually, Beryl put her sons needs came before her own morals, and she told Peter what he was. He immediately couldn't believe it at all, but after a few minutes all those strange events that happened to began to make sense. The week before Sept. 1 came around, and Beryl with her son went all around London to follow the parchment's instructions as much as they  could, following those who they overheard talking about some of the things they were looking for until they found themselves surrounded by families looking for their necessities for their children's school year at Hogwarts. On the day Peter was to leave for the Hogwarts express, Beryl sat him down and struck a deal with him. The deal was that he was to tell anyone who wasn't his mom that he was attending a fancy boarding school in France, and that when he came home, anything having to do with Hogwarts will stay out of the rest of their family's site in fear that they would demonize Peter for his magic.

  Peter's time at Hogwarts were the best years of his young life. He was, like all the first years that were with him, a nervous wreck when they were being sorted, most kids muttering to themselves that they hope they join a specific house, Peter, towering over every first year, just stood unsure to what house he would belong to. When it finally came for the Sorting Hat to be placed on Peter, it felt that Hufflepuff would be a great fit for him but also felt that he would excel in Gryffindor. Peter looked directly at the Gryffindor table and instantly knew where he belonged, and the Sorting Hat feeling his desire placed him in Gryffindor house. People gravitated to him cause of his size, and even more so when they found out he was muggleborn. Throughout the years, he excelled in his classes, Charms as well as Conjuration more so than others, enjoying his effortless success at making items come to him from across the room at his whim, but his shining glory was always spotted in Herbology, which was his closest reminder of home. Peter had shown some promise in Transfiguration as pointed out by a professor of his, but Herbology took all his focus from anything else. Classes that were mainly about prediction was what he bombed at, and Divination was the worst of them all. He liked living in the now and having the mystery of the future stay just that. Plus, no matter how many tea leaves he saw he couldn't see anything more than blotches in a teacup.

  After his final year at Hogwarts, Peter wanted to explore the world more. He had decided to pursue a career in Herbology. His goal in life was to make his own encyclopedia of magical flora all over the world. Be it winning against fighting a Snargaluff for pods, forgetting to secure his earmuffs completely when repotting Mandrakes (where he got partial hearing loss), the world felt like it was his oyster. That is until his mother passed. It was February 7, 1939 and snow had piled up in mounds around his uncle's old home. Beryl was cremated and her ashes scattered in the garden that belonged to her son and herself, and she continued to take care of after her son left, as stated in her will. Attached with it as well was £500, an old photograph of him with his mother, and a note that stated, "I know it isn't much, my love, but with this I give all that I have to my name." . His uncle, stricken with grief, was more than willing to honor his sister's wishes, but with his own kids living their lives with their own families, and his wife leaving him, he no longer felt that there was a place for him at his own home. Rather than selling it, he thought it be more fit if Peter took ownership of his childhood home. Peter accepted all these possessions and stayed in his old home where he currently resides to this day by himself. Eventually, Peter's dream encyclopedia was forgotten and a new dream was realized. He wanted to build a magical plant nursery to house the garden, something artistic and peaceful with his childhood garden based at the center.

  His joy slowly managed to take back the place where his grief was, as time went on and he continued to build and plant. Peter never wanted to change a thing about the home outside of the nursery but wanted to make the nursery itself as large as he could get it. The coming years began to bring more loneliness than the nursery brought joy. He remembered that sharing his garden with his mum was also what gave him passion for plants. He began to think, "What if he was able to teach about his passion, and spread that same joy to children just like him?" Another aspiration grew inside him: to be able to teach about Herbology and give his knowledge to the next generation. With his nursery soon to be completed, he plans to open a shop to sell what he grows to the public that way he could spread his love of plants to all other people without them having to read about it in a dusty book.


Roleplay: 


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:

  To Peter it was a normal day in Diagon Alley. He looked around at all the shoppers enjoying their day, him being a few inches taller than most of the people in the crowd. He passed by the vacant location he's been eyeing at for weeks now to where he wants to station his store when he gets the licensing, and his eyes glistened with ambition. As he was about to put his hand on the glass to get a better peek inside, he heard a woman screech in pain.

  The woman who was shouting from a distance was nowhere to be found but he heard her voice still piercing through the masses, begging for help. He nudged his way through the crowd till he managed to get to where she fell. He blocked the rush of people that were walking in her direction with his back and held out a hand to her. "Let me help you up. Got to be careful where you fall cause these fart catchers seem to have the comPASSION OF A RIVER TROLL!" he said, his voice escalating so the crowd could here.

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Elsewhere Accepted / Peter Copeland
« on: 14/11/2017 at 23:26 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Peter Joseph Copeland
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Blood Status: Muggleborn

Education: 
Hogwarts

Residence:
Small house in Liverpool, UK

Occupation
Herbologist

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?
Hogwarts Herbology Professor

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 15
  • Divination: 1
  • Transfiguration: 3
  • Summoning: 15
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:
N/A

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
  Peter Copeland is a muggleborn wizard born on December 2nd, 1913. His size and frame now was very much the same when he was little, very tall and chunky for his age. He was born into a heavily religious Welsh muggle family in Liverpool who didn't directly approve of anything to do with magic. His mother, Beryl Copeland (née Oakes), was a housemaid with a hardy attitude, and could make every ha'penny last. As all mothers do, she had a real soft spot for her only child. His father, Earnest Copeland, was a soldier in the first war, and died when Peter was only a few  years old. With his father gone, Peter and his mother moved in with Beryl's brother and his large family for financial support. A small, cramped wooden house secluded from most of society in the fields of Liverpool.

 As a child, Peter loved to be outdoors,  particularly a small garden him and his mom tended to, which seemed to be the only way he could get peace and quiet among the masses people inside. From Peter's cousins' point of view, Peter looked weak, so whenever he was outside, they soon followed after a while to tease him for doing "sissy" things, but they would lay off him on Sunday and Monday, since it was the only time his mom would be around the garden with him. The rest of the time she would need to spend working to provide for him as all the adults did. He would always stand his ground and fight, but would ultimately lose since he was often outnumbered. This started coming to a halt when Peter was around 9 years old when a strange occurrence happened. One afternoon, Peter's cousins were relentless with their torment, and were getting worse by poking him. Peter had every intention on fighting them like he usually does, but right when he turned his furious gaze toward them, handfuls of manure seemed to fling itself at his cousins without him even grabbing them. Peter's cousins were too busy covering their faces to see it wasn't Peter throwing the fowl manure, nor was it Peter when entangled roots began to rise a couple centimeters off the ground to trip them as they ran back into the house. As peculiar as it was, Peter couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably. Nothing like this happened again but strange events kept happening, like the fire in the chimney would flare immensely if he would laugh a little too hard, or a plant close to dying would be beaming with health at his touch. What seemed to be the strangest out of all of this was that Peter was the only one noticing these things.

  At 10 years old, Peter got mail that was meant to be delivered to him specifically. His family not believing children could receive mail, as they had no job, it was given directly to his mother, Beryl. She opened it to reveal an old peace of parchment saying that an institute known as Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry would be accepting him for their next school year, beginning Sept. 1. After reading all its contents, she ripped it up and put it in the fireplace thinking it was someone playing some joke. It wasn't until the letters started coming everyday that Beryl began to take it as a sick game someone was playing on her, but before she went to the authorities, she noticed the strange amount of owls surrounding her brothers house in broad daylight. Magic was seen as something evil to her religion, But what she wanted more than anything in the world was the absolute best for her child. Eventually, Beryl put her sons needs came before her own morals, and she told Peter what he was. He immediately couldn't believe it at all, but after a few minutes all those strange events that happened to began to make sense. The week before Sept. 1 came around, and Beryl with her son went all around London to follow the parchment's instructions as much as they  could, following those who they overheard talking about some of the things they were looking for until they found themselves surrounded by families looking for their necessities for their children's school year at Hogwarts. On the day Peter was to leave for the Hogwarts express, Beryl sat him down and struck a deal with him. The deal was that he was to tell anyone who wasn't his mom that he was attending a fancy boarding school in France, and that when he came home, anything having to do with Hogwarts will stay out of the rest of their family's site in fear that they would demonize Peter for his magic.

  Peter's time at Hogwarts were the best years of his young life. He was, like all the first years that were with him, a nervous wreck when they were being sorted, most kids muttering to themselves that they hope they join a specific house, Peter, towering over every first year, just stood unsure to what house he would belong to. When it finally came for the Sorting Hat to be placed on Peter, it felt that Hufflepuff would be a great fit for him but also felt that he would excel in Gryffindor. Peter looked directly at the Gryffindor table and instantly knew where he belonged, and the Sorting Hat feeling his desire placed him in Gryffindor house. People gravitated to him cause of his size, and even more so when they found out he was muggleborn. Throughout the years, he excelled in his classes Charms as well as Conjuration more so than others, enjoying his effortless success at making items come to him from across the room at his whim, but his shining glory was always spotted in Herbology, which was his closes reminder of home. Classes like Divination and Transfiguration were what he bombed at. Peter always managed to pass Transfiguration by the skin of his teeth, and no matter how many tea leaves he saw he couldn't see anything more than blotches in a teacup.

  After his final year at Hogwarts, Peter wanted to explore the world more. He had decided to pursue a career in herbology. His goal in life was to make his own encyclopedia of magical flora all over the world. Be it winning against fighting a Snargaluff for pods, forgetting to secure his earmuffs completely when repotting Mandrakes (where he got partial hearing loss), the world felt like it was his oyster until his mother passed. It was February 7, 1939 and snow had piled up in mounds around his uncle's old home. Beryl was cremated and her ashes scattered in the garden that belonged to her son and herself, and she continued to take care of after her son left, as stated in her will. Attached with it as well was £500, an old photograph of him with his mother, and a note that stated, "I know it isn't much, my love, but with this I give all that I have to my name. His uncle, stricken with grief, was more than willing to honor his sister's wishes, but with his own kids living their lives with their own families, and his wife leaving him, he no longer felt that there was a place for him at his own home. Rather than selling it, he thought it be more fit if Peter took ownership of his childhood home. Peter accepted all these possessions and stayed in his old home where he currently resides to this day by himself. Eventually, Peter dream encyclopedia was forgotten and a new dream was realized. He wanted to build a magical plant nursery to house the garden, something artistic and peaceful with his childhood garden based at the center.

  His joy slowly managed to take back the place where his grief was, as time went on and he continued to build and plant. Peter never wanted to change a thing about the home outside of the nursery but wanted to make the nursery itself as large as he could get it. The coming years began to bring more loneliness than the nursery brought joy. He remembered that sharing his garden with his mum was also what gave him passion for plants. He began to think, "What if he was able to teach about his passion, and spread that same joy to children just like him?" Another aspiration grew inside him: to be able to teach about Herbology and give his knowledge to the next generation. With his nursery soon to be completed, he plans to open a shop to sell what he grows to the public that way he could spread his love of plants to all other people without them having to read about it in a dusty book.


Roleplay: 


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:

  To Peter it was a normal day in Diagon Alley. He looked around at all the shoppers enjoying their day, him being a few inches taller than most of the people in the crowd. He passed by the vacant location he's been eyeing at for a couple of days now to where he wants to station his store when he gets the licensing, and his eyes glistened with ambition. As he was about to put his hand on the glass to get a better pick inside, he heard a woman screech in pain.

  The woman who was shouting from a distance was nowhere to be found but he heard her voice still pierce through the masses, begging for help. He nudged his way through the crowd till he managed to get to where she fell. He blocked the rush of people that were walking in her direction with his back and held out a hand to her. "Let me help you up. Got to be careful where you fall cause these fart catchers seem to have the comPASSION OF A RIVER TROLL!" he said, his voice escalating so the crowd could here.

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