Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Pierce Roman Huxley-Jewell
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Hogwarts ‘55 - Slytherin

Residence:
Wizarding London

Occupation
Former Chudley Cannon Chaser and Entrepreneur

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:
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: 11
• Divination: 6
• Transfiguration: 9
• 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:
Siobhan Boleyn

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Pierce Roman Huxley-Jewell is the third eldest of the Huxley-Jewell children. Like most of his siblings he is fond of his parents but not particularly close with either of them. His father the ever honorable ministry administrator, Abelard Huxley, worked long hours and was raised in the traditional fashion where the children and household fell upon the woman. On the other hand his mother and famous actress, Sutton Jewell, would vehemently disagree. As she built her success she basked in the limelight turning to philanthropic pursuits after leaving the stage. In turn the two left their beloved children at the behest of nannies and tutors.

Pierce excelled at flying from a young age and his parents wanting to nurture his skill, while not necessarily wanting to be involved, got him flying lessons from quidditch professionals.

Throughout his Hogwarts years he excelled in his exams (except divination which he could often be complaining about).He was of course sorted into Slytherin as he showed his cunning means from the moment he was born.
He took pride in matching or surpassing his siblings. He and Lorelei tolerated each other as he though she was an annoying twit most of the time and she him an arrogant git. The younger ones escaped his notice most of the time as he thought himself above them. Though, if he got any whiff of someone bullying or talking about his siblings there would be hell to pay. Unless that sibling was Remy. Remington was a whole other matter.

From the time he could understand Remy was his elder brother, Peirce followed his lead. Thinking and acting like him and though he would nenver admit it he admired Remy. Until She happened.

After Hogwarts Pierce signed with the Chudley Cannons and after a few good years was loving it. During this time he began seeing a young reporter for the Daily Prophet who covered the cannons weekly. Unlike his previous relationships that he had been in, this was as close to that “love” he had heard others talk so much about. So like anyother young man struck by cupid’s bow he decided to take her home for familial approval. His mother was overjoyed and his father gave nod before returning to work. Pierce was happy, he didn’t even notice the glances between his brother and his girlfriend. That is until he caught them intertwined in Remy’s room that night.

The girl cried and begged for forgiveness while his brother said nothing. That night was the night Peirce moved out of the family estate into a penthouse in Wizarding London. As far as he was concerned his brother was gone and love was for the weak.

When he got word his uncle had died and his fortune and the title that came with it was up for grabs Pierce swore Remy would never see any of it. Only one question remained. Who what his newcomer claiming to be his cousin.

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.

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:
Option 1:

Pierce made his way through the stree as he rubbed his temples. ‘These sunglasses are pathetic’ he thought to himself. As his pain from the previous night’s events raged on, the loud female voice talking about the prophet didn’t help.

On instinct Pierce reached out to catch the woman before she hit the ground. “Maybe if you didn’t buy a cheap pair of heels that wouldn’t happen,” He said smugly. Rolling his eyes he pulled out a cigarette and offered one to the woman. Not caring if she got one or not he lit his own.

“The Prophet still out luring men with you lot?” He said raising an eyebrow. “What are you writing about, eh? Top fashions of today? 50 Ways to keep a wizard? If so you are failing at both it seems,” Pierce smirked moving to walk away. ‘Useless reporters…’ He hissed to himself. He turned to look at her again. “A little advice sweetheart, find a real career,” He sneered hoping she would have some fire in her to bite back and give him some entertainment today.

OTHER
How did you find us? Google

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Pierce Roman Huxley-Jewell
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Hogwarts ‘54 - Slytherin

Residence:
Wizarding London

Occupation
Former Chudley Cannon Chaser and Entrepreneur

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:
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: 12
• Divination: 6
• Transfiguration: 11
• Summoning: 7

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:
Siobhan Boleyn

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Pierce Roman Huxley-Jewell is the third eldest of the Huxley-Jewell children. Like most of his siblings he is fond of his parents but not particularly close with either of them. His father the ever honorable ministry administrator, Abelard Huxley, worked long hours and was raised in the traditional fashion where the children and household fell upon the woman. On the other hand his mother and famous actress, Sutton Jewell, would vehemently disagree. As she built her success she basked in the limelight turning to philanthropic pursuits after leaving the stage. In turn the two left their beloved children at the behest of nannies and tutors.

Pierce excelled at flying from a young age and his parents wanting to nurture his skill, while not necessarily wanting to be involved, got him flying lessons from quidditch professionals.

Throughout his Hogwarts years he excelled in his exams (except divination which he could often be complaining about).He was of course sorted into Slytherin as he showed his cunning means from the moment he was born.
He took pride in matching or surpassing his siblings. He and Lorelei tolerated each other as he though she was an annoying twit most of the time and she him an arrogant git. The younger ones escaped his notice most of the time as he thought himself above them. Though, if he got any whiff of someone bullying or talking about his siblings there would be hell to pay. Unless that sibling was Remy. Remington was a whole other matter.

From the time he could understand Remy was his elder brother, Peirce followed his lead. Thinking and acting like him and though he would nenver admit it he admired Remy. Until She happened.

After Hogwarts Pierce signed with the Chudley Cannons and after a few good years was loving it. During this time he began seeing a young reporter for the Daily Prophet who covered the cannons weekly. Unlike his previous relationships that he had been in, this was as close to that “love” he had heard others talk so much about. So like anyother young man struck by cupid’s bow he decided to take her home for familial approval. His mother was overjoyed and his father gave nod before returning to work. Pierce was happy, he didn’t even notice the glances between his brother and his girlfriend. That is until he caught them intertwined in Remy’s room that night.

The girl cried and begged for forgiveness while his brother said nothing. That night was the night Peirce moved out of the family estate into a penthouse in Wizarding London. As far as he was concerned his brother was gone and love was for the weak.

When he got word his uncle had died and his fortune and the title that came with it was up for grabs Pierce swore Remy would never see any of it. Only one question remained. Who what his newcomer claiming to be his cousin.

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.

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:
Option 1:

Pierce made his way through the stree as he rubbed his temples. ‘These sunglasses are pathetic’ he thought to himself. As his pain from the previous night’s events raged on, the loud female voice talking about the prophet didn’t help.

On instinct Pierce reached out to catch the woman before she hit the ground. “Maybe if you didn’t buy a cheap pair of heels that wouldn’t happen,” He said smugly. Rolling his eyes he pulled out a cigarette and offered one to the woman. Not caring if she got one or not he lit his own.

“The Prophet still out luring men with you lot?” He said raising an eyebrow. “What are you writing about, eh? Top fashions of today? 50 Ways to keep a wizard? If so you are failing at both it seems,” Pierce smirked moving to walk away. ‘Useless reporters…’ He hissed to himself. He turned to look at her again. “A little advice sweetheart, find a real career,” He sneered hoping she would have some fire in her to bite back and give him some entertainment today.

OTHER
How did you find us? Google