Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Theresa Valerie Richter.
Gender: Female.
Age: 23.
Blood Status: Halfblood.

Education: 
Eisenstab Hexengymnasium.

Residence:
England.

Occupation
Nazi.

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: 10.
• Divination: 7.
• Transfiguration: 7.
• 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:
Rin Hunter and co

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Tess was in her flat in Germany, sitting cross legged on her couch. In her hand was a moving picture of her with her family, one of the rare ones she was smiling in.

Her mother had tried her best, the best she could in the given circumstances. What happened to her father was her mother's secret, a fact Tess had long accepted (she would be lying if she said she was all that interested in him anyway). After the First World War, Germany's economy was in ruins; jobs were lost, including her mother's and it didn't seem like there was any hope for them.

But then her mother remarried, a pureblood man (both rich and foreign), but despite her initial suspicions, Tess could see that her mother's intentions weren't to use him for his wealth. A few months passed and it was soon announced that she would have a younger sister, and for a while Tess thought that things were finally getting better.

That 'while' didn't last long.

Little Marina was everything she wasn't. She had the pure wizarding blood that she was one pureblooded-father away from having. She was the skilled pianist while her own skills would forever remain mediocre. While Tess had the capability to become better than Marina, it was her younger sister who had the opportunities, the support, the encouragement.

Then came the Nazi party, and suddenly none of that mattered anymore. She had pure German blood whilst her sister only had half, she had the blonde hair and blue eyes that were favored, whilst Marina was stuck with the plain brown hair and eyes she was born with. Suddenly Tess was better than her.

Things were finally getting better for her.

Tess picked up a piece of paper with her free hand, reading the printed words yet another time. She had joined the Nazis a few years ago, now she being requested to go England. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the thought of so many impure people in one place, placing the letter down gently. Looking at the photo for a few long moments, her expression didn't change when she tossed it into the fireplace.

She was prepared to do anything to make sure the dreams of the Nazi Party, the people who had given her a feeling of importance once again, became a reality.

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

Option Two -
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:
It snowed here like it did in Germany, but that didn't make it the same. This snow was tarnished, nothing compared to that of her homeland. She had only arrived recently, but her time here had been long enough for her to get an idea of what this place was like.

England was exactly what she imagined it to be. Terrible. The country was plagued with all sorts of people; British, Russian, Spanish, and just about any other nationality under the sun. Few were German, and even fewer supported the Nazis.

"Ungeziefer." She drawled, her voice dripping with disdain.

She didn't have the same problems as others in the crowd, who were crushed and pushed. The assertive air she held and the sharp tongue she spoke in was all she needed to make them part for her. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she sent a venomous glare towards someone who had been looking at her for a moment too long.

Honestly, she had too many problems with the British population (and anyone who wasn't German) to count.

A loud cry made her come to a stop, and glancing at her shoulder she saw a strand of tinsel draped over it. With a disgusted scoff, she brushed it off and turned to look at the culprit.

"For Merlin's sake! I am so sorry! This blasted snow!"

The man started rambling an apology, but Tess didn't bother listening to what he had to say. She scrutinized him, her stern expression never changing. No, he wasn't her time.

"Bescheuert Mann."

That was all she said. She knew how to speak fluent English, but she wasn't going to go out of her own way simply so the man would understand her insult.

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