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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Theodosia Evans Blythe
Gender: Female
Age: 11
Bloodline: Muggleborn
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Cassius Blythe and Rosalie Evans (NPC's)
Residence:
London, England
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)? No
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:
Cedric Galyn, Wesley Winsday, Leon Delaney, Elle Winsday
Biography:
Theodosia Blythe was a perfectly ordinary girl born to perfectly ordinary parents who lived in a perfectly ordinary rowhouse in Brixton, London. Her father Cassius, a veteran, worked for the railway while her mother Rosalie was a homemaker and seamstress. They never had much money, but they were comfortable enough.
In the Blythe household, everyone had their place, even the children. Hubert, the oldest, was a boy and therefore he was let out into the world with hardly any restrictions except a strict dinner time. Theodosia, for her part, was not enamored with the role that had been assigned to her. On top of being constantly monitored, the girlish things in life had never enticed her. She wore dresses with disdain and found activities folks considered traditionally feminine to be the worst form of torture. Even her name, flowery as it was, had her insisting on people calling her ‘Theo,’ which was much more tolerable. She managed to find ways to rebel despite the consequences, sneaking out of the house to play with neighborhood boys and coming home with skinned knees and torn skirts, hairbows askew. And she would sit there, smugly, as her mother would wonder with furious exasperation at how, despite an eagle eye, Theo always managed to get out without her seeing. If Theo was being entirely honest, sometimes she didn’t know herself. There were times when she felt like she would just think about where she wanted to be and it was like her feet would magically carry her there.
Perhaps she was more on the mark than she realized.
One day, a letter arrived. It was an odd kind of letter, written on parchment like something from centuries ago, scrawled on in black ink and affixed with a strange seal she didn’t recognize. Yet all that mystery was eclipsed by the manner of delivery – a tawny owl, with expressive yellow eyes and an impatience about it that reminded Theo immediately of the postal worker that came by their house every morning. It flew straight in her bedroom window and alighted on her bed, dropping it in her lap until she wonderingly opened it.
Dear Miss Blythe,
We are pleased to inform you—
After that, it was like Theo’s entire life had been upended and turned inside out. Her parents were rather disturbed, thinking it was all some distasteful prank (and her mother, being a very superstitious woman to begin with, called it something in the realm of the devil) until the woman in the long black robes suddenly poofed into their kitchen with a loud crack and a swirl of sparks, holding a stick she called a wand and offering living proof that this was no joke at all. And then, she made one of Rosalie’s pies fly around the room of its own accord. Hubert almost fainted (a fact which secretly amused his sister) and her mother began shrieking (less humorous), and her father became suddenly quite silent. There was a school, the woman said, one that could teach Theo to be what she was. The letter explained many things, of course, but she would explain further the secret world that lay beyond their wildest dreams, one Theo had always been a part of even if she didn’t know it.
So, it turned out after all that there was nothing about Theodosia Blythe that was in any way ordinary – at least, that’s how she felt as she watched this exchange, her parents worriedly trying to understand, her brother warily watching the Ministry representative’s wand as she casually flicked it between her fingers. It all seemed far too incredible to be true, and yet something about all this also made a great deal of sense. A little missing piece of her, fitting neatly between the cracks.
She couldn’t wait to get started.
Roleplay Response:
It was still like a dream. To be told magic truly existed – not in the patronizing way adults told children that magic lived ‘in your heart,’ but real, tangible magic – and to experience it for herself behind that funny little alleyway in London seemed like something straight out of a book of fairy stories. Mum and Dad seemed even more bewildered about the entire experience than Theo, walking the streets of this fantastical world with their mouths gaping open as wide as fishes, her mother shrieking suddenly at every small thing that floated and her father constantly wiping at the lenses of his glasses with a cloth as if he expected to put them back on and find that it was all only a trick of the light. Theo for one had questioned their guide through Diagon Alley ad nauseum. What was that? Was she really like these people? Could she do that too? The poor man, a skinny academic type with spectacles, had done his best to answer, but it seemed Theo was never satisfied. It was all so new and incredible, and she wanted to take in everything. After all, Theo only had the rest of spring and a summer to acclimate before she was shipped off to her first year at a special boarding school for magical people. It had a strange name – Hogwarts. But then again, magical folks seemed to give odd names to a lot of things.
Today, their wizarding guide had taken them to another magical place (and the concept that such things even existed still amazed her). It was a village this time, someplace in Scotland called ‘Hogsmeade,’ and their purpose there was to learn a little more about the boarding school and wizarding life. She could see the castle in the distance overlooking an enormous loch, turrets stretching into the sky. It was strange too, because her parents swore all they saw was a vacant stone ruin up on the hill and nothing remotely like the handsome structure it was – a sure sign she was a witch, said their guide, and that her parents were Muggles.
Now they all had settled in a nearby park, while the guide was going over the logistics of her room and boarding, along with something about keeping absolutely silent about the whole affair, and Theo was left to her own devices, at least within the confines of the park. Mum had been rather shrill with her about staying within sight, which only made Theo roll her eyes. She settled down on a nearby bench, away from the adults, eyes wide as three boys riding broomsticks flew past. She was captivated. Of everything she’d seen so far, broomstick flying was the most incredible. There was even a sport that used brooms, the guide had mentioned; Theo wondered if that was what these lads were playing now. Her eyes tracked a tiny golden ball flitting like a hummingbird between them, the smile on her lips growing into an open-mouthed, wondering grin.
“You!”
Jolted from her reverie, Theo glanced down in surprise at a pint-sized girl staring up at her petulantly. The girl was probably half her height and yet Theo found herself unsure. This girl was like her, after all, a witch, and the first she’d ever spoken to outside of their guide and the representative from the mysterious Ministry of Magic that had come to their house in London.
“Y-yes?” She asked, squinting a little as if deciding whether or not she was supposed to be conversing with the locals.
"...Do you want to play?"
Theo blinked, squinting some more, this time in confusion and curiosity. Her gaze shifted from the tiny girl to a broomstick nearby, bristles up in the ground, to the boys still swooping over the grass, and back to the girl again. All at once, she understood. She’d been in this situation too many times before – Hubert going off with his much more interesting and older friends and leaving her to endless dull princess tea parties with Amelia Jones from next door, watching from the window and wishing she too could be invited to play stickball.
“Did they leave you?” Theo asked with a slight scoff and hopping off the bench. “Boys are pond scum sometimes, honestly. We’re better off without them.” She quickly looked back at her parents and their guide but none of them had taken notice yet of her new conversation partner. Good. She turned back to the girl and nodded. “Alright. I’ll play. But you have to show me how to use that.”
She pointed at the abandoned broomstick.
OTHER
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