Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

 

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Alyona Everose Azalea

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Lila Cimorelli, and probably a student while apps are open.

Character age: 25

Character education: She was homeschooled by her parents until she was 15 and sent off to live with her uncle. For her sixth and seventh year she was a Hufflepuff at Hogwarts.

Strength and weaknesses (details please): Magically, her strength has always been in charms and her weakness in divination. Her personality is a different story, however. Her biggest strength is that she's unafraid. Alyona isn't scared to put herself out there. Her biggest weakness is that she may come off too tough. With her the-devil-may-care-but-I-don't attitude, it may seems she doesn't care about others on her quest to live life to the fullest, when truly she does. And, yes, she may seem a bit to forceful, but it is almost always is in good nature.


Physical description: She stands at a resounding five foot seven, tall enough to be noticed in a crowd but short enough to not to be too intimidating. Alyona's skin is tanned from countless days under the sun, and she's slightly muscled from her days lugging Bludgers at others. She has wavy beach blond hair cut just below her shoulders, and chocolate brown eyes barely peep out of long bangs.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): Alyona, in one word, is a powerhouse. She is determined and will stop at nothing to get the job done. Quick to start a conversation, Alyona has never been called shy. Tough to no end, earnest emotions sometimes confuse her, but she really just wants the best for everyone. In fact, when things get too serious, Alyona will crack a joke or change the subject entirely. Daring and brave, Alyona often finds herself diving into things and dragging people along with her. She has pride in what she does. Someone might say too much pride, for with all her confidence it's difficult for her to admit she's done something wrong.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:
"I do it for her. Ahem. That is to say, I do it for him."

When asked about her motives, Alyona will make up some bogus story about her father in the blink of an eye. In truth, she wants to teach for one reason: Diane. She believes that if she inspires otherwise unmotivated youth, there will be one less dead young person. Hopefully.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.): Like every good little pureblood girl, Alyona knows her history like the back of her calloused hand.

(Well at least that was what she thought before. But we'll get to that a little later, yes?)

Along long time ago, when North America was still new, there lived three English colonists named Azalea Smitt, Rosemary Keene, Jasmine Lane, Heather Merit, and Primrose King. And they were the best of friends and found it ironic that they were all named after flowers.

They were kindly Quakers living in Pennsylvania, part of the few pureblood wizards who made the trip to the new world. Just as the other Quakers around them, their beliefs seemed radical in the new world, and countless of their friends were persecuted in the land they had come to find acceptance in.

But still they marched on.

The American Revolution came on, and women weren't allowed to fight. But Azalea was a metaporphangus, and each of them were very skilled at transfiguration, so they found a way. The women wanted England to pay for all its sins. They would stop at nothing to win the war.

Halfway through Rosemary had been wounded and infected with little chance to live, and seeing so many people die had driven Jasmine half-mad.

But still, they fought. For everything they believed in. For everyone they loved. For everyone that had perished. They would be victorious! When they seems low, they would go to the infirmary and gather around Rosemary.

Primrose would start it. She always was the one that stared everything. "When every single thing is chaos…"

Heather would be the first to catch on. She was always the most quick witted of them. "-And you have nothing but the way you feel..."

Jasmine would instantly pipe up. "...You have to give everything you have-"

"Everything you are...." Azalea would say with a meaningful look at Rosemary.

Rosemary would open up her chapped lips and finish, "...On the battlefield!" After their chants they would rejoice even in those dark times, shouting choruses of "FLOWER POWER!"

These were words Alyona would hold to her heart later in life.

Years later, that hell (later called the Revolutionary War) was over. They were all depressed, battered and bruised, but thy were alive. And those war scars? Easily fixed by a few months ithe care of the best magical healers. And through counseling, Jasmine became "sound of mind" again.

Soon, Primrose was pregnant with her first child, and they had an idea. They had principals and hoped people in further generations would follow them.

So they decided to make a family.

William Primrose was born, followed by Anna Jasmine, Oscar Heather, Louise Azalea, and finally Rodrick Rosemary.

And an empire was made. The family name was kept, in each marriage they kept the family name, regardless of their gender. It was unorthodox to say the least, but they didn't care. In the California Gold Rush, a descendant of Heather Merit struck gold and shared.

Eventually, the families migrated to Russia because there was still the occasional witch trial.

If those five women were alive today, they would be very disappointed in what their legacy (as strong as it is) turned out to be: a clan of shallow liars and cheaters, gaining their money by dumb luck and deception.

And Abram Azalea was no exception. He married Octavia Belviqua purely for her money and blonde hair. He was the family head, and he needed someone to represent the family after him, so marriage was a must.

There was only one problem: Octavia had fertitly issues, and divorce was frowned upon. So to take their minds off the trouble, they went vacationing in Australia. They were supposed to be gone a year.

Towards the end, the two stumbled upon a baby with their parents nowhere around. It had blonde hair (like Octavia) and brown eyes (like Abram). They came up with a plan. They could tell the family that she had gotten pegnant on the trip!

And so that is what they did. Documents were quickly forged and the baby was wrapped in their finest silk blanket. She was welcomed with open arms by her family and given the name Алёна (Alyona).

Of course, the young girl knew nothing of this, and it was, again dumb luck that she ended up being a witch.

Alyona coasted through life, staying home most of the time being homeschooled by Anfisa Rosemary, who did so to all the children in the manor. She took a liking to Quidditch and played with her cousins.

When she was sixteen Alyona took a brutal fall off of her broom and lost a lot of blood. They needed to take some from Abram, but they figured out he wasn't a match.

Therefore, he was not her father.

The while story came pouring out of Octavia. Now revealed muggleborn Alyona was sent off to live with her "uncle" Isakk, who was disowned for marrying a muggle, who had left him, anyway.

Alyona lived in London, going to Hogwarts. She was sorted into Hufflepuff but didn't exactly make many friends. She was still emotionally lost, and she never got in the Quidditch team.

But she got attached to one person.

The love of her life.

And that was all that mattered, wasn't it?

She'd met Diane Aarons in her seventh year and fell hopelessly, madly, truly, unconditionally in love with her. Of course, she didn't dare tell anyone this, so the two remained best friends.

"What are you going to be when you grow up, Ane?" Alyona suddenly whispered.

"An Auror," the girl muttered as she copied her homework.

Her brow furrowed. "But you're so scrawny."

Diane peered up at her under brown bangs. "No one is really built for battle, but that doesn't mean they're not prepared to try." And after her profound statement, she went back to cheating.

Those were words Alyona would someday live by, too.

On the day of her graduation when they finally got a moment alone to just breathe and soak it all in, Diane pressed her lips to Alyona's.

And that was the moment they knew.

Alyona became a beater on a Professional Quidditch Team when she was eighteen, and she played at the world cup many times. Though Diane never became an Auror, she spent a lot of time cheering her on from the stands.
 
Last year Diane got caught up in a group of criminals, and was killed June 1946.

Alyona was heartbroken, and that was when she realized that is too short to hold grudges, so she began preparing for a trip to her Homeland, Russia.

But the news came that her father and mother had died of disease, she gave up entirely and her mind was made.

She quit her quidditch job and decided to teach or become and Auror for Diane.

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:
"Help me out."

Alyona's dark brown eyes fluttered down the the person requesting assistance, and her brow almost immediately wrinkled in disgust. It was only Hiyosaka, her Uncle Isakk's new girlfriend asking her to, once again, kill another damned spider.

She didn't approve of Hiyosaka one bit. The old half blood witch was just weighting him down, if you asked her. Of course, Alyona was not exactly in the place to approve or disapprove. She was just his fake niece and they were both grown and could date whoever they please. She was not his spoiled little daughter.

But still. Hiyo reeked of firewhiskey and desperation, and the combination smelled so bad it made Alyona's eyes water.
 
"Do it yourself," she sniffed. Alyona had a history of not being on time, so she had gotten up early just for that reason. She had places to go.

"Please, Aly-"

Alyona's whole body stiffened. "My name is Alyona," she spat. How dare this vile woman call her by the same name Diane did? Her fingertips grazed over her wand. "I could put you out of your mise-"

"Yon-Yon!" Uncle Isakk hollered, barreling into the room (in the process, murdering the spider) and enveloping her in a hug. "We need your help. We can't decide if we should paint the room beige or cream!"

"I have to-"

"Please, I almost never got to see my girl for years when she was being a famous little star…"

Alyona looked into Isakk's chocolate brown eyes and she melted. It was true during her Quidditch days she rarely came home, and she had missed his warm embrace for a long time. "Only for one minute"

One minute turned into many more. Alyona could not believe how much two people could care for two colors that were basically the same thing. After a while she hollered farewell and ran away.

When she finally made it to the castle she had no problem finding the Headmistresses office and opened her door. "I apologize," she said simply. She knew people didn't like excuses, and they probably didn't have any time for it anyway.

She ignored the "explain yourself" look on her face and waited there, slightly uncomfortable. She wanted to sit but would wait until she was offered.

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(Sorry if it's cruddy. I'm on my phone and I have lung nails)