Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Ruby Ellen Palomer

Gender: Female

Age: 7

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Darius Palomer (played) & Ruby Nash Palomer (NPC)

Residence:
London, England

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
AB&C Daycare

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:
Valencia Salvatierra and co.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Here’s what Ruby Ellen Palomer can tell you about herself:

She’s seven-years-old, born on January 9th, 1952. She wants a dog for Christmas or her birthday and plans to name it Chester if it’s a boy and Molly if it’s a girl. Her favorite color isn’t red like people expect from her name, but bright green like grass. She lives in London, England in a nice little house together with her mum and dad.

Her dad is Darius Palomer, and he’s a radio presenter—at work he presents the weather and talks about the news, but at home he plays piano and sings a bunch of songs for Ruby. Contrary to popular belief, he isn’t nearly as much as a dreamboat as a bunch of lady listeners make him out to be. Instead he’s goofy and weird and makes a lot of bad jokes that Ruby always groans at, but she always smiles when Daddy, without a fail, always laughs at himself.

Her mum is Ruby Nash Palomer, and she’s a healer at St. Mungo’s in Emergency & Triage, but she never lets Ruby hear the icky details no matter how much she asks. She and Mummy have the exact same name because, as Daddy put it, they wanted Ruby to be as smart and beautiful as Mummy, and to differentiate the two, people always call Mummy Ruby Sr. and designate Ruby as Ruby Jr. Mummy is as smart and beautiful as Daddy says, Ruby can testify. Although she and Daddy are normally serious people, Mummy is the more serious one, and it’s Daddy who has to remind her that it’s okay to loosen up sometimes.

Ruby loves her family. She loves the people outside of it too, like her best friend Holland Summers, who’s almost ready to go to Hogwarts, and Holland’s mom, who Ruby calls Auntie even though her real name is Ivory, even though Daddy calls her “Baby”, even though Auntie isn’t really her aunt. Her real aunts are Aunt Eden on Daddy’s side and Aunt Jade on Mummy’s side, but they aren’t nearly as cool as Auntie.

She has friends at daycare too, though they’re not terribly close, like Ephraim Carter or Rosie Wolffe or Nari Parker and a bunch of others. The daycare people say that Ruby is “a pleasure to have in class” and “very mature for her age”, which she takes great pride in because there’s a great deal she can say about the other children, but Mummy says that it’s rude to say such things out loud, though, and so Ruby writes her thoughts down in a little diary and locks it up.

Yes, there’s a lot of things that Ruby Ellen Palomer can tell you about herself. In fact, there’s a lot of things that Ruby Ellen Palomer can tell you about anything—

—but it’s not like you need to know anyway.

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:

She and Mummy went to Godric Park a lot during the weekends, mostly when Daddy was busy at the station. Ruby’s favorite thing to do was bring along the transistor radio Daddy got her for her birthday and listen to him talk as she walked around the park at Mummy’s side, getting some needed fresh air as Mummy always said on weekend mornings. According to the little tinny facsimile of his rich voice, the weather was going to be clear and sunny.

Ruby looked up. Seemed that he was right.

“Mummy, let’s go sit on the bench. My feet are tired.” She tugged at the woman’s hand and pointed towards a particularly comfy-looking one that looked good enough to rest on.

“Oh, alright.”

And so they went.

Normally they would talk about a bunch of different things, like a cool science experiment she saw in a kids’ magazine or an interesting patient Mummy had at the hospital. Then they’d peck at the sandwiches that Mummy brought along for the trip, always eating half before it was actually time for lunch. Ruby would giggle and say that Mummy needed to pack more, and Mummy would agree, but then they’d forget the next weekend and have the same conversation again.

Then finally after another hour of wandering around, they’d go home.

This girl certainly threw Ruby in for a loop.

"You!" shouted what seemed to be an angry gremlin, but was in actuality another little girl. Ruby startled and stared at her with big blue eyes. "...Do you want to play?" the girl continued, all spitfire.

Ruby looked back and forth between Mummy and the girl. A knot of unease tightened within her chest—did this girl just expect her to break a routine that had been established for... practically forever?

“Wanna just sit with me instead?” she suggested hopefully.

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