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Archived Applications / Zedric Flair - Divination
« on: 27/03/2015 at 03:59 »


CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Zedric Flair

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Paula F Klein, Chartreuse Greene, Donald Moore, Marlena Flair

Character age: 32

Character education:
Charm School [age: 6-11]
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hufflepuff, Class of '31
Ministry Auror Training

Strength and weaknesses (details please): He has been an avid reader during the majority of his life, choosing to master the theory of a subject before allowing himself to be submitted to the embarrassment of classmates or colleagues on the field. He's a pessimist, choosing to believe the worst in most people's intentions. He is thick-skinned and doesn't cave into the ridicule or mockery from students, very easily. He tends to be kinder to the naive, younger students. While he can be loud and boisterous after a few sips of Dragon Barrel Brandy, he normally chooses his words wisely. If authority respects him, he respects them. Once a colleague has crossed him, he holds a serious grudge.

Physical description: As a dwarf, Zedric is only 4'5" (1.35m). His hair is short to medium length and choppy, mostly brown. While much of his family are thicker and heavier, he remains one of the few of average weight. His face is a little rough from his years as an auror. His facial features are sharp, and his expression is often between neutral and a grimace. He usually dresses himself stylishly with robes or three-piece suits. At grand functions, he might be seen using a cane.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): He was somewhat of a class clown during his years at Hogwarts; although, his time with the Ministry has strained his sense of humor. He tends to be a bit of a cynic. If in a foul mood or when disrespected, he turns to rude, blunt phrasing rather quickly. On rare occasions, he'll be the clown everyone wants. Some weekends, he volunteers in the kids wing of St Mungo's as an entertaining clown. He's a bit of a snippy, insecure adult, as could be expected. He's a little judgmental, due to the family he grew up in and the disapproving attitudes he has felt from many strangers and acquaintances.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: Zedric wants to see a future where regardless of your race, you are valued and respected when you excel. He has a soft spot in his heart for younger children, though he won't speak of that publicly. He hopes to raise a stronger, more secure generation of students who will leave Hogwarts with a clear direction of where they want to go. He is also wanting to make sure his children will be getting the best education they could, as Marlena and Brokric will be coming of age soon.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):

Zedric Flair was born into a "pureblood" wizarding family with the distant descent of goblins. His parents were overcome with joy when he was pulled out of the womb, as the first of his generation. Their family was full of strong men and women, though short in stature.

The Flair estate was comfortable. Neighbors assumed the jokes and myths of dwarves holding vast treasures from mining were true, and they wondered what other secrets the family held. There weren't many little people in his life besides his family. His cousins and siblings were his only playmates. He was the oldest of three children. His brother Bull is 4 years younger than him, and his sister Luna is 2 years younger than Bull.

He was picked on by the neighboring humans from an early age. His parents would occasionally forget him when they'd go on family trips, since he would often be hiding in nooks and crannies, reading about tales of Merlin. Once he became of schooling age, his teachers and classmates at Charm School helped him feel like he fit in. There were still the standard dwarf jokes tossed about at him, but for the most part, school was a good thing.

When the Sorting Hat placed him in Slytherin, he felt proud. His dad had been a Ravenclaw, and his mom had been a Ravenclaw. At that time, he would have much rather taken after his sturdy great-grandfather who was the only other Flair alive who was sorted into Slytherin. He excelled in school; although, at Hogwarts, he was never valedictorian of his year. His friend group consisted of mostly purebloods with a few half-bloods thrown in for sport. His personality was much bigger than he actually was. This got him into quite a few sticky situations before he was able to use his wand like a real wizard.

Relationally speaking, he didn't date anyone until after he graduated. He was once engaged to another girl of short stature, but he broke it off when he discovered she had been cheating on him with a full grown man. He broke it off silently, so not to destroy her publicly. His parents, infuriated with how he handled his personal life, then arranged his marriage to Elizabeth Savage, threatening to cut him out of the family if he refused. With no other choice, he wed Elizabeth, and they have two children, Marlena and Brokric. His marriage has been full of angst and tension.

His children annoy him to no end. He finds other kids much easier to get along with than his own. He was quite disappointed when Marlena was born. He had been hoping for a son, but the gods were not granting him any favors. She also took after the more stocky side of the family, so she would have a hard time fitting in with her classmates eventually, too. His second born has grown into a petite, little boy, taking after his mother's side. If both could have switched sizes and birth order, he would have been happier.

He has been dedicated to his job at the Ministry; although, it has been hard to be accepted as a regular wizard due to size prejudices. Recently, Hawksworth has given him opportunities to teach the Aurors in Training, which Zedric has done with zeal. The level of respect he has felt form the trainees has encouraged him to seek out teaching as a profession. He aspires to teach at Hogwarts, a school known for being open minded. Although, he would ideally love to teach Magical Defence, he would be open to teaching Divination.

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:

Zedric hadn't stepped foot in Hogwarts since his last day of his seventh year. Even then, he remembered not really wanting to go for the pointless last day. This was different, though. This was for his career advancement. If he landed a steady job at Hogwarts, he might have a greater chance of going back even higher up in the Ministry.

He had to make up an excuse for why he was skipping out on work with his Auror colleagues, and not everyone was so quick to let him go. Once he was able to convince them that he had to check on his ill mother who had come down with a case of dragon's breath, they let him off the hook.

This had left him with precious time to spare. He rushed as quickly as his little legs would push him, cursing under his breath about the length of the hallways. He could feel the stare of children he passed. Their eyes drilled their typical holes in his back. Something about being back at the school snapped him back to his nervous, emotional state of when he was 18 years old. He felt the urge to snap on some of the students who were whispering to each other. He just knew they were making fun of how small he was.

He shook his head and blinked his eyes a few times, telling himself to get his act together. He kept his face stern, not wanting any of the children or professors to assume he was one of those foolish clown dwarves who tumbled about for the amusement of others. He was a serious candidate. He was going to be a serious professor. As long as he played his cards right.

Zedric eventually made it to the headmistress' office. He knocked and entered. His eyes immediately beheld the stone-cold, beauty of Anneka. Before he could greet her with his well-rehearsed speech, she snapped at him.

"You are late."

He was taken aback, but years of dealing with tricky-tongued thieves and criminals as an Auror had helped him to be quick on his feet with words. "I do beg of your forgiveness, Headmistress." He drew his hands together in the shape of a pyramid. "If the gods had given me the legs of a normal human, I would have had no trouble with the long halls and stairwells of this magnificently built school." He smiled warmly at the bitter face in front of him.

"I thought of flying through the hallways on my broom or using a levitation charm to float above the students' heads, but I figured that would cause more of a distraction for your eager students." He took off his coat and folded it over his arm. "I abhor tardiness, but sometimes life has a way of holding you down." He hoped he wasn't leaning too hard on the disadvantages of his height and stature but just enough to ease him from her eyes' severe grasp.





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Elsewhere Accepted / Zedric Flair
« on: 15/01/2015 at 02:58 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Zedric Flair.
Gender: Male.
Age: 30.
Blood Status: Pureblood.

Education: 
Charm School [age: 6-11]
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hufflepuff, Class of '31


Residence:
Hayes Manor, Windermere, Cumbria, England

Occupation
Ministry Auror

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?
He will have been working at the Ministry since graduating from Hogwarts, ideally.

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: 8.
  • Divination: 8.
  • Transfiguration: 8.
  • Summoning: 8.

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:
Paula F Klein, Chartreuse Greene, Donald Moore (Greene).

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Zedric Flair was born into a pureblood family. His parents were disgusted when he was pulled out of the womb. They wondered what curse had been thrown upon them that he would crawl out of his mother as a dwarf. His family was full of strong men and women. Zed was struck down with bad luck from the beginning.

He was picked on by his siblings at an early age. His parents would occasionally forget him when they'd go no family trips. His teachers and classmates at Charm School helped him feel like he fit in. There were still the standard dwarf jokes tossed about at him, but for the most part, he felt like school was a good thing.

He excelled in school; although, at Hogwarts, he was never valedictorian of his year. His friend group consisted of some of the Greene and Greenberg families, as well as other not so nobly born or good-looking wizards and witches.

Relationally speaking, he didn't date anyone until after he graduated. He was once engaged to a woman, but he broke it off when he discovered she had been cheating on him with a full grown man.

He has been dedicated to his job at the Ministry. One day, he aspires to teach at Hogwarts, a school known for being open minded.

He's a bit of a snippy, insecure adult, as could be expected. He wants a family, but he's a little unsure if he'll actually find love. He's a little judgmental, due to the family he grew up in and the disapproving attitudes he has felt from many strangers and acquaintances.


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.

Roleplay Response:
Zedric Flair was in no particular rush. He was exhausted from a hard morning's work. They had gotten word of a dark witch on the run from the law, hiding out in Diagon Alley. Every clue he followed led him to dead ends. Needless to say, he was not excited to finish his lunch break. He was used to getting shoved this way and that in large crowds. As a dwarf, he had experienced more headbutts than he cared to remember. Not the head-to-head kind of headbutts, either.

Just after getting pushed back by a rather large posterior in front of him, the crowd opened up. A streak of heavenly fire red filled the sky.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”

It was a woman. A woman with brilliant hair, tumbling down to his level. He waited to see if anyone else was going to help her out. After ten or twelve regular sized people passed her by, he stepped up to where she was. "My lady, I do not know if I'll be of much service, but are you alright?" It appeared as if the only damage done was to her shoe and her pride.

He flicked his wand and silently casted Reparo, reattaching her heel quickly. "Here," he said with a smile. "Take my hand. Let me help you up. This street is filthy." He looked around and a brief face of disgust passed over his eyes. "I'm Zedric Flair, Auror...and, pardon my ignorance... You would be?" His eyes took in her face and hair. She was quite gorgeous. He didn't have that high of standards, so he never knew if that was saying much.


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