Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name:
Robert Daphne Thoreau Oliveroot

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable:
Charles Kedding, Rooster, Noel Delaney, Ciel Koell, Sterling Winbolt, Madison Litchfield.

Character age:
24

Character education:
Hogwarts 1929 – 1937, Gryffindor

Strength and weaknesses (details please):
Robert would say his strength is in his ability to manipulate people and lie through his teeth, but truthfully he is strong for his ability to overcome trying situations. Even if he has no faith in himself, courage is what the Sorting Hat saw and what settled him in gold and red. Though he’d rather not admit it, Robert has a soft heart. While he tends to shut himself off from people, once someone has wormed their way into his heart, he has great trouble letting them go. His strength is in caring, though sometimes from the side and sometimes not exactly how you’d expect, he will protect them.

His weakness, however, it in protecting himself. Robert had been raised with a mentality that you take care of yourself, because no one would be there for you if you fall. He’s sheltered, in that sense, and struggles to place faith in other people. He’s unfortunately had a string of poor luck when it comes to trusting, as well, and it has only reinforced his skeptical nature.

The most outstanding weaknesses for Robert are his sensitivity and fear. He his constantly consumed by fear; a fear of being discovered, of being called out, of being seen for who he really is. Though in recent years he has been able to control his better, he still struggles with insecurity.

Physical description:
The young man stands at a slight, below average, five foot and four inches. Though most of his frame is thin and gaunt, a round face and soft limbs make him look more feminine than he’s ever comfortable with. Thankfully, he has a family of beautiful women who often take the brunt of attention, so he’d happy to see in the sidelines while someone gushes over his cousins pretty faces.

 Though the female brood of the Oliveroot family are often graced with beauty, Robert was by no means less graced. Good looks from both his parents have often made Robert a center of female attention, despite his always complaining about having too much of his mother natural beauty. His mother, a pureblood witch of wealthy and old origins, is very small and dainty. Wide almond eyes and the sweetest of features, graceful and thin hands with a petite yet full.

Robert inherited his mother’s small stature, her vivid green eyes, and fresh snow complexion. The ash brown locks, shorn back and styled with meticulous chaos, only occasionally brush his forehead. From his father he was given strong shoulders, a narrow back and high cheekbones.

However, when things go below his collar, Robert clams up. Though he’s managed to learn a spell or two to keep up appearances, the young man’s insecurity stems primarily from anatomy that doesn’t fit that of a typical man. His body is Robert's curse, and it holds a heavy burden for the young teen, one that he is in constant fear of someone discovering. He is happy pretending, putting on a mask that cannot be removed.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):
Despite his body’s inability to choose a gender, Robert is a man. He does not feel the need to became brash and defensive as he did as a child, partly because there are few people that would question him.

There is nothing feminine about his attitude; he’s a gentleman to strangers and a stern Professor to those he’s taught. He enjoys putting forth an air of poise, showing others what they expect to see for a pureblood son. Occasionally, he will flirt when he’s talking with young women, usually when attending a pureblood event.

He’s very delicately constructed his personality to fit what other people expect from a young man, or what his father believes, is expected. The facade he puts on is a strong young man.  While anger erupts sometimes, and a scowl often follows him, there is no doubt that he has a certain charm when he turns off the fake charm.

Along with the gentlemanly nature, there is a harshness that comes off when he is threatened.  He feels the need to show that he can be strong, so has a bit of a reputation for letting harsh comment and snippy replies out.  He's thrown a punch once or twice when he was younger, but has really grown to keep his anger under control.  All of his emotions are carefully calculated.

Since he’s grown up being pulled in two different directions by his parents, he’s learned that the people he calls family don't care about him, they only care about what they, themselves, want. And so, he’s taken on the same attitude. As he’s gotten older he’s been able to develop his own say, but it’s a difficult process to break old ways. He has a hard time trusting, and people don’t seem the wiser. They only want the fake Robert, anyway. Why burst their bubble? It’s much easier to just put on a smile.

Beneath the shell of a person he shows the world, is a very insecure, shy and sensitive individual. If a comment is directed to demean or poke fun, he’ll act like it went in one ear and out the other, laugh it off, yet they still haunt his subconscious. Over the years, he's become a master of keeping it hidden.  While he likes helping others with their problems, he’s made it seem like he has no problems of his own. He’s an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on for most in his life. Only since meeting Lincoln, the only person he trusts, has he been able to show his true self.

He’s easily flustered, but that never shows except for maybe a light shade of red on his cheeks. When Robert isn’t in crowds, he feels more like himself, but even around his family he tries to hide his own self, afraid that if he was to show who he really is… that he’d be rejected and hated. And if there was one thing that Robert despises is being rejected… rejection is such a part of his life that he just can’t, and won’t, deal with it anymore. He’d rather be a fake person and be loved, than to be who he is and be hated.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:
Robert has always had a fond heart for creatures. He feel a strange connection to them, and has taken in many strays and abandoned animals. To him, it was far easier to talk to his pets then a person.

He was able to work the Ministry and help the creatures that needed it most, and then had two wonderful years working at Hogwarts as the Professor of Care of Magical Creatures. He created deep bonds with some of his children, and was able to share his passion with others who seemed equally interested.

Yet, not all things can work out.

After an unfortunate bite, from a very unsuspectingly cute rabbit, Robert was placed on a probationary leave from the Ministry. Something about infecting other creatures, and needing to remain away from all potential risks. No matter what, Robert wishes to return to the castle he always felt most comfortable in. 

He can’t claim to be an expert, but plants are just like green animals, right?

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):
Ingrid, is my baby a boy or a girl?
That’s the question most mothers don’t even have to ask, for most births start with “Congratulations, it’s a boy!” And likewise for a bouncing baby girl. But when Robert was born, there was a silence aside from the healthy baby’s wailing. While the woman sank back with relief, looking over as her midwife, Ingrid Pinkerton, and her husband spoke in hushed voices, holding the crying infant. The woman instantly demanded her child, scolding her husband and asking what was wrong.

“The child… is not normal.”

Those words seem to haunt Robert wherever he goes, and he’s unable to escape, not fitting into any kind of norm. From when he could remember his parents always fought, and from even further back the arguments always started or ended about their only child. First, it started with a choice. His mother wanted a baby girl and his father wanted a boy, and in their arms they had both. Pick a gender. It can’t be both. It needed to be hidden.

As an adult, Robert musses the idea that his father wanted to disown him. He would have been better off thrown into pit and left to rot, than be forced to live in a world that expected normalcy.

No magic could fix how the body would mature and age, and it was something they could only live with, not change.  They argued over it, not only thinking what would be good for their child, but for their status. Finally, his mother caved to a ruthless husband’s demands, and the baby was wrapped in a soft, blue towel.

As the boy grew, his father kept everything secret, the reason Robert has become so secretive in his own life into adulthood. He was always told to hush about the family, about what they did, about who he was, about what they wanted to see in the future.  Robert showed feminine traits as a child, wanting a doll instead of a toy broom, though the mentality was forced out of him. He was to be a boy. And that, as his father said, was final

Despite a strict hand, all Robert longed for was his father’s approval. Nothing ever changed the man’s disposition; he was always hateful to the boy, never giving him an inkling of acceptance.  There was no love in the Oliveroot home, you performed your duties, and you did not act out. Perfect was the demand, not just the expectation.

It didn't help matters when he started Hogwarts.  He carried the Slytherin name; he was meant to be bathed green.  Instead, had been placed into a house of goody-to-shoed idiots; mortified was a delicate word for how he felt.  For the first year, he would snap at the Gryffindors and sat at the Slytherin's table to talk with people he had known since he was a baby.  Despite starting to enjoy the gold and red he was surrounded by, he still was bitter against the Sorting Hat.  But it couldn't change things; so he joined the Quidditch team and with his small size became a Seeker in his second year.

In Robert’s struggle to become the son his father wanted, he became someone he wasn’t. It started from a very young age, before he even realized what he wanted.  Innocent play dates where he was the proud wife, a bouncing baby bunny in his arms.  Befriending a boy at school, spending long nights talking and days laughing. 

A kiss was all it took for Robert to realize what was in his heart.

Who he chooses to love has become a mar on Robert’s seemly perfect mask. He had planned to wed, he planned to take a wife and have children and continue his name.

He could have, kept the lie up and figured out a way to be a husband to a tight-lipped woman. If only he hadn’t found Lincoln. Lincoln ruined all his good planning. And Robert could not be more grateful.

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:

“… Sorry.”

That was the only word he got as the hurrying back of a young girl rushed back through the halls, spilling a sloshing mess of purple-colored potion in her wake. Robert’s pants had been struck, the thick glob of violet standing out against the crisp black.  He had a mind to shout at her, but his attention was quickly brought back to his pants, as he tried to brush the potion aside with his hand.

The goo, however, seemed to be growing, and suddenly Robert’s pants felt heavier. It expanded and grew, like a balloon connected to a hose. Certainty not the impression he wanted to set forth.

Ten minutes scrubbing in the bathroom had only created a larger problem, the purple sliding down his calf and to his shoe. His leg was as heavy as led, and no spell seemed to work in removing it. He could at least get to the Headmistress’ office and explain the problem. He still remembered her as a Professor when he was student, and being late had never been favorable for the woman.

The stairs proved a complication, though Robert finally reached her just a few minutes behind schedule.

“My… apologizes.” Hands making the attempt to brush down his vest, greens darting to the glob that had crawled down to his shoe, expanding and withering against the dark laces. “A run away potion,” He found himself murmuring, ushering to the ruined pants, where the glop continued to expand and swell. “Might need to clean the hall. She made a trail.”

He couldn’t help but smirk, the smile faintly touching the ends of his lips. The chaos of school, the unpredictability of it all: Robert had missed it.

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Noel Pollox Delaney

Gender: Male

Age: 6

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Jim and Nicole Delaney, who Noel called Mamai and Da. They’re muggles, and were lost in the time-warp.


Residence: When found, their home had shrunk into just a shell. Abandoned nine months, the two boys refused to leave, thinking every day that their parents and their older sister would return to them. They were taken from their home, in Cardiff, Wales (though they were originally from Ireland), and lived for a while in St Mungos, where they waited to be rehomed.


Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)? St Mungos.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Leon Castor Delaney, Twin Brother and protectee.


Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Robert Oliveorot, Charles Kedding and co.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)

September 12th, 1937
St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

Day 255

She walked over to him in a manor that most ladies did, with a sweet in one hand and a vial in the other.  His blue eyes watched her hands like they may have been weapons, and in many ways that was just what they were.  Those hands were all the child feared, and all he craved, but his grip upon his brother would not waiver, not for all the treats in the world.  Leon on the other hand, was always crafty and had always been better at getting what they needed.  He was always stronger.  The Healer’s legs moved slowly, tentative as she approached.   Leon struck when she was in range, snatching the candy right from her hand and pushing it against his twin’s emaciated chest.

Noel clutched the chocolate, but his small hand had not yet released the other boy’s shirt.  He Healer’s hand moved, reached and Noel startled.  The chocolate was forgotten, drooped to the floor as tiny arms grabbed Leon with both hands, pulled him backward to the corner where he clawed at the floor and wailed like a trapped animal. 

“Oh, boys, I won’t hurt you. Please, its okay.” Her words were coos, soft and as gentle as a bird, but they did nothing to ease the stress.  “You’re safe now,” She assured.  He had heard it several times already, and trusted them less each time.  “Won’t you tell me your names? How old you are?” Noel hissed, staring at her with an unwavering gaze. 

“Leon.”

His brother’s voice was hoarse, and it shocked the elder twin to hear it.  He had been dying just a few days ago, so sick that he could not move and he coughed so hard it made Noel’s own chest hurt. 

“And Noel.”

“How are you feeling, Leon? You were quite sick two days ago.” She asked in a voice that dripped with kindness, and Noel’s grip on his brother only tightened.  Noel remembered two days ago.  Two days ago a stranger came to their home, saying they would help.  Two days ago strangers took his brother, sick and helpless, and disappeared into thin air.  Two days ago strangers came and took them from home and brought them to this place… this strange, frightening place.

Two days ago he had been separated from his brother, and for those two days Noel sobbed.

“He’s fine.”  His own voice was raw, throat aching from how much he screamed and begged for his brother.  They said he was sick, said he needed help.  They said he was fine and they said so much it made the boy sick.  It had only been hours ago that his cheeks dried and his brother was back at his side.  Noel would not let him go for anything.

“Would you boys tell me what happened? How long have you been alone?”  Maybe it was because they had not spoken before that she was asking so many questions, but Noel felt more inclined to answer with Leon safely in his arms.

“We’re waiting for Mamai to come home.”

“And Daddy.”

“And April.”

“They left after Christmas.”

“They’re coming back, we have to wait.”

They had forgotten what it was like to speak to anyone but themselves, so finishing each others sentences and speaking as if they were one voice was natural.  She asked how long, but he could not find a time.  He did not know what the day was, nor did he have a real idea of how many days had passed.  He only knew it was many, and the woman seemed to agree.  She whispered something to herself, looked worried and concerned.

“Tell me about home…”

September 14th, 1973
Delaney Home

Father’s voice hung in the air, filling the room with drama as the fire crackled and popped, only adding to anticipation that filled the two children seated on his lap.  The eldest’s fingers traced the pages of a freshly printed script, turning to look up as the words flowed out of his father like water down stream.  So elegant and delicate, crafted with perfection that grabbed the boys and threatened to never release.

“-but the princess was brave and naught a soul alive was strong enough to break her will.  As the dragon loomed ever closer she exclaimed - !”

“You shant kidnap me this night, dragon!” Their mother’s voice cut through from the kitchen, apron hanging loosely from her neck, fingers covered in flour from the evenings baking.  She grinned from the doorway of the kitchen, laughing along with their father.

“Mamai!” Leon had shouted, almost scolding as father had paused in reading to bellow a laugh.  “Da!” He wanted the story to continue, just as badly as Noel did, even if the older twin just pointed to the page and urge his father with silent gestures. 

Suddenly strong hands found each boy’s knee, the hands squeezed the small legs until both boys were squealing with laughter, tiny hands trying to pry apart the tickling fingers.  “Get the dragon!” His twin had shouted, and Noel fought back with tiny pulls above his roaring laughter.  From behind another stalked forward, and suddenly the battle turned, no longer just a war of two against one, but three on one as another princess joined.  “April!” The elder sister, only three years above the boys, began to tickle their father from behind.  Before long all had found their way to the floor, the children on top as their father begged for mercy from the brave knights and noble princess.

“Alright boys, time for a bath.”

“But Mamaaaai!” They both whined in unison, “Knights don’t need baths!”

June 20, 1974
Delaney Home

Da! He BIT me!”

“No I didn’t, he’s lying!”

“I am not! Look! You can see!”

The eldest twin held out his finger as evidence, but nothing could be seen to prove his case.  The man laughed and reached up, pulling both boys until they were against each other and on his lap.  “Boys,” He started in a voice that always sounded like the beginning of a wonderful story, “Do you know why you are twins?”

The pair looked at each other.  Noel stuck out his tongue.

“No, Da. He’s a butt.”

“I am not!”

“Shhh,” He hushed them both in a tone not to be played with.  The man put his hand on Noel’s shoulder, the other on Leon’s head.  “You are both so lucky, and very special.”  He had the boys interest almost immediately, the will of the storyteller more powerful than their argument.   “You will always be part of one another.  You are two parts of the same whole, you share a bond deeper than any other.”

“But he’s mean to me!”

“He starts it!”

“Well he’s a cry baby!”

To that, Noel’s eyes moistened and his father kissed his son’s forehead.  “You are named after the twins of the constellation Gemini.  When you were both very little I remember you almost broke your arm, Leon,” He looked at the boy who was once again silenced.  “You had many cuts all up your arm,” His hand ran up the child’s forearm, as if he was looking for scars. “And look,” He turned to Noel, touching the same arm where identical scars could be seen.  “Your bond is so deep, love so fierce, you couldn’t stand to see him hurt, and so you shared your brother’s pain.”  Noel exchanged a glance with his younger brother, for a moment he frowned, turning his gaze to his own arm and the scars upon it.   Leon reached out and touched them, their father’s voice softly continuing, “just as Pollux gave up his immortality to save his brother’s life.”

The twins exchanged glances and then turned back to their father.  “You are special, boys.

Never forget that.” 

January 9, 1937
Delaney Home

Day 9

Soft blue eyes struggled to peer over the window’s edge, small fingers digging into a wooden ledge and toes push to their very tips.  He had been watching for three days, peering through the wood and waiting for the sight of his mother and father, coming back after a trip, realizing they had forgotten to take the boys to the store.  They were coming back. 

“They’re not coming back.” Leon’s voice was soft but grave with hunger.  How long had they gone without eating?  They were nothing but children, and on the first day without the knowledge of their parents or sister they gorged on left over holiday candy and chocolate that was left in dishes around the house.  The second and third day boxes of cereal and cookies and crackers from the cabinets, empty containers discarded when the trash bags were too full. 

The fifth day the ice box was opened, cold left overs and fruit filled empty bellies.  The sixth, Noel spent the day throwing up, bent over the toilet and crying for Mamai to take care of him.  Leon never left his side, rubbed his back and brought blankets for him to sleep on the floor. 

By the eighth day the food supply had run cold, and both boys stayed curled up on the bathroom floor, blankets and pillows creating a fort of warmth with a few pieces of stale bread between them. 

“Don’t say that,” His own voice was raw, days of crying himself to sleep as they waited.  They had only forgotten.  They would come back.  They’d open the door and be angry for what a mess they made.  They’d come back, April would be with them and they’d laugh and make dinner and everything would be back to normal.  “Da’s coming back.”

Everything would be back to normal.

“They forgot us, stupid!” He snapped it in a voice too harsh for his brother and Noel began to cry.  His twin stepped closer, wrapped thin arms around an equally thin body and sighed.  “Don’t cry, Noel… don’t cry,” He was acting the part of the older, acting like the protector, acting like the adult.  Small fists rubbed at red eyes, forcing the tears to stop and small hiccups to replace them. 

“I’m supposed to-“ hiccup, “-take care of you. Da said.” He stared back at eyes identical to his own, wishing for days of playful wrestling and blissful happiness even where Leon would always best him.

“We’ll take care of each other.”


February 27th, 1937
Outside

Day 58

A sunken face, shallow cheeks held not an ounce of fat turned on a dirt-covered pillow.  The room was filled with the morning chill, clouds forbidding the sun’s rays from shining and warming the small room.  Noel felt hunger claw at his stomach, chewing at his organs so fiercely it stirred him from the first sleep he had truly gotten in days.  He yawned before opening his eyes, quivering as a small arm lazily reaching outward for his brother’s warmth.

No body was felt, and pale blue orbs shot open as his body sat up so quickly it made him dizzy.  “Leon?” The silence ate at him, consumed him and left him feeling such pain that he doubled over where he sat.  “Leon?” He croaked the boy’s name again, struggled to bare feet and he began to search.  He tore apart the room, lifted blankets and opened closet doors.  “This isn’t funny,” He whined it, running to the next room and searching that one just as thoroughly, calling his brother’s name a third time.

The tears started when the name fell from his lips a seventh time, now a shout, a scream that ripped through the entire home and only amplified the silence.  The last room to look through, their parent’s room, a door that had been closed since the beginning.

Empty. 

Small legs brought him outside, the brisk air and frosted ground cut through him like butter and still he did not stop.  He screamed again, more helpless than the last.  The anxiety tore him apart, the fear of being alone, the fear of being abandoned again was too much for the boy to handle.   He began to run.  He ran hard, searching the woods until they were no longer familiar and the sounds of the dark forest grew loud. 

He still ran even as his legs burned and feet became numb, and now he felt as though something was following him.  He didn’t care, let him be taken by whatever took his Mamai and Da, and April and now… now his dear brother.  The darkness was unbearable.  He screamed for Leon once more, and he could have sworn he heard a reply.  But it was long in the distance, it was so far and so faint with the ringing in his ears.

So suddenly something grabbed him from behind, its arms swallowed him and forced his legs to stop, and only then did he realize he had fallen to his knees.  “Its okay! Noel! I’m here! I’m right here!” Leon’s voice pulled him out of the depths, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.  I got food, I found us food.”  The prospecting of eating, after days of having an empty belly, would have been a miracle a day ago.  It paled in comparison to wrapping his arms around the solid body of his brother and having him return the favor.

Roleplay Response:

He could not remember a day when he had last been outside, least of all at a park like this.  They were, what the adults seemed to call, orphans, but Noel continued to say he had a mother and a father.  They were coming back.  Leon wore Da’s coat to prove it, and his fingers were warmed by a pair of his mother’s gloves he had found long after they had gone.   

Beneath a tree he stood with his brother, hand and hand, staring out at the rest of children played.  His coat was red, a horrid color that reminded him of bad things and a foul smell.  He stayed close to Leon, enjoying how his coat smelled.  It reminded him of Da.

“Lle tanya?” You see that? He asked in a voice too soft for many others to hear.  His eyes were fixated on the brooms that floated into mid air and actually flew.  Were Da’s stories real?  It seemed like it could be real with these things. “Ada foray.” Dad was right.

”You!”

“Us?” He echoed his brother’s response, blinking a few times as he glanced between this strange girl and his brother.  He let Leon speak, quietly taking a single step backward.  He did not like anyone other than his brother, and she had pointed so fiercely that his instinct told him to run.  Leon’s hand was the only thing that kept his feet grounded.

”No. We play on your own.”

He didn’t need to say anything, there was nothing to add but a nod and a shuffle closer to his twin, inhaling the warm grey coat’s smell and feeling at ease.

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Name:


Character Name: Charles "Charlie" Benjamin Kedding

Gender: Male

Age: Thirteen

Birthday:  December 24th

Bloodline:  Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Charms

Year: 3rd

Biography:
• All my Life… •

If you looked back at Charlie’s life, most would think the boy to have been plagued with several moments of bad luck. However, when Charlie looks back he prefers to see the bright sides of his life, the things that he is blessed to have rather than the things that might bring sadness. From a young age he’s been like this, unresisting to the bad things and completely taking in all the good. Even still, there are moments of his life he wishes could have been different. Before he was born and the curse befallen him, his household was already tense, but as a child it went unseen.   He had his sister to thank, in his early years, for why he was sheltered from any ugliness of their home.  He couldn’t see how much money affected his mother, how she slowly became a maid to his father instead of a partner in marriage. The man wasn’t there often, he was off doing business in other countries most months out of the year, and for three years it was Charlie, Juniper and his mother Claret.

Claret took care of him, raised him to be kind and placid, and she was amazed at how gentle and accepting the child was. She’d ask, “Are you sad Daddy isn’t here?” Only for the young boy to shake his head, say that he was happy with Mommy, that he had to share since other people needed Daddy too. He was so relaxed, never asked for a thing, never complained or cried. He was always content.

However, real joy came to the boy when his Mother told him he’d be getting a little brother. She explained to the toddler of three that the boy was growing in her belly; and from the moment the bulge in her stomach kicked his little hand… Charlie was taking care of Lowell. He helped his mother do chores around the house, anything he could to make sure she was comfortable and the baby inside her was well. When Lowell was born, Charlie was the first to hold him. Sitting next to his mother on the hospital bed, he cradled the baby with tiny arms, amazed at how small he was… And it was love at first site; nothing in the world was more important than the little baby… Charlie would keep him safe and happy; he’d do everything for him.

When the three year old finally relinquished his hold on the infant and gave him up to his mother she frowned.  She was changing, and it started with simple things, forgetting to give the boys breakfast or yelling at Juni for nothing.  The three children became a force and they were happy with one another, at least in Charlie's eyes.  When father came home from work it was perfect, he always took time to make his children happy… and they were a happy family in the eyes of the boy.  Nothing could have been better for Charlie. Until Lowell was five, and Charlie eight.

It was then Charlie started to notice the change in their family…

• Comes down to This… •

His mother yelled at Lowell, screamed at him till the child was in tears… and it triggered every protective instinct Charlie had for his brother… All he had asked was his mother to stop yelling, to leave Lowell alone… and she turned to him, trying to calm herself but obviously overwhelmed. The boy fell back, completely stunned as his mother’s rage now continued, but now directed at Charlie for being a disrespectful son. It escalated, and when Charlie looked back, it all moved so slow. Suddenly his mother’s shouts were distant, his breathing had became shallow…  Lowell ran outside, afraid of the yelling and screaming.  Charlie followed with Juniper at his heals, her wand lighting up the forest outside their small home.  Lowell ran too far… he screamed, there was a growl.  When Charlie found him, the boy was cornered by what Charlie thought to be a giant wolf.  Without even thinking Charlie threw rocks and ran at it, adrenaline pushing him to try and save his beloved little brother.  The wolf went at him instead, for the neck.  It bit, and Charlie’s vision went black.

When Charlie woke up he was in St. Mungo’s, nurses healing his wounds.  He was told different things.  Words were thrown around; infected werewolf, scars, death.  Juniper told him what had happened, Lowell was fine, what Charlie now was.  He discovered he couldn’t talk loudly, that it actually hurt to speak.  Where the wolf had bit him had left his vocal cords permanently damaged, and the boy’s voice could barely get over a whisper without it hurting and sounding heavy.  His leg was scared from hip to knee, and he couldn’t walk straight without limping just a bit. He felt different, that was for sure, but he couldn’t really place how... he didn’t fully understand. But It was when all the dust settled and they went home Charlie realized how much things had changed.

How his mother became more withdrawn, how she’d go out for long periods of time and leave… Their father, Rory, was there all the time now, and seemed more dedicated to take care of anything the children.  After the attack, he was the only one taking care of them.  Their mother was indifferent; she would sit with a needle and thread and knit while her husband did all the work…

Despite the rocky weeks, for the most part it was calm. Charlie helped Rory with all that was needed in the house while Juni was at Hogwarts, with homework and lunch, with dinner and shopping and anything that needed to be done around the house. Charlie had become a parent without ever realizing. But he was more than that. He was the protector, he was guidance, the one who stopped the tears and kissed the bruises. Anything he could to make sure his brother was in high spirits, and in turn… it made Charlie smile, even if… it was hard to smile. But again there was a period of lull and bliss.

And then the first full moon came, and it was when Charlie finally… really understood.  They had traveled to the Ministry a few days before, and Charles Kenning was registered.  They went to the Werewolf Support Services department, and Charlie couldn’t help but feel like everyone was staring at him.  He was, without a doubt, the youngest werewolf among those preparing for the full moon, and as such many looked at him with pity.  For the most part, they seemed kind… but Charlie was noticing the hushed whispers between adults, and the glances back in his direction.  Nobody seemed to want to look at him, and for the first time Charlie was feeling the discrimination.  He was upset, and couldn’t smile, even when Rory hugged him and told him it would all be alright.  He couldn’t remember the night, just being put in a small room with no windows and steel bars.

When he woke up, he had never felt so much pain, and sobbed alone for hours, until a nurse came in and took care of his injuries.  They wouldn’t let anyone inside the cage for several hours after he transformed, they still deemed him a threat in that state.  His trips to the Ministry continued every month, and Charlie began to grow used to pain, he was content with this new life.  It was the same, it was safe… and while Charlie was content, he was not… happy.  He met a few wizards, and one of them actually talked to him.  He called himself a Potions Master, and Charlie was doe-eyed that moment on.  His father and the man spoke after, and it was the first time Charlie took Wolfsbane, and it was the first month there was no pain. 

Life got better, Charlie was able to smile again. Somehow… he had gotten a letter to Hogwarts.  Juniper went to school there, and Charlie had been so sure he wouldn’t be invited to go, with what he was… he was happy to stay at home, and help his family, of course… but it felt so normal to hold that letter… for the first time since he had been attacked, his heart swelled with real excitement again.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Hufflepuff.  He was sorted into Hufflepuff his first year, but took off this last year because of an accident.

Personality:

• A personality bursting with joy || •

Charlie is generally an easy young man to understand, and on basic levels he's just a kind person with a goal to make all the people around him happy. Charlie is the kind of boy most people are drawn to on the most basic of levels, whether it’s wanting to have a bit of the joy that just oozes from his soul or wanting to figure out just what makes him so happy. There’s no secret; he just appreciates everything he has… the bad almost never gets him down, when he has so much good to look forward to.
As a child, the young boy was always accepting of the things he got, but never demanding or needy for what he didn't have. He never asked for a present and never begged for a toy, and he's kept this attitude as he's grown. And despite wanting things, he can't bring himself to ask or beg when he’s reminded of what he already has so much of. Some might find this trait annoying; how he acts with situations and can never give you a straight answer for what he wants.  How he's always positive and feels selfish for just feeling like he wants something, but its hard to really stay mad at someone for just being grateful.
He loves to be that person that doesn't care what others think of him, so long as he's able to have a good time and keep smiling. He might wander off on his own to discover things or his attention will falter, but he's always there when he's needed; he's got a knack for it.

•With so much love he wants to share!|| •

To some Charlie may come off as a bit of ditz; sarcasm, sexual innuendos, and most jokes go over his head. Half the time, he just smiles and nods when he doesn’t understand something.  When he does get it, or something is explained he'll become extremely embarrassed but it always ends in him laughing. His sister loves to toy with him because of this, and says he is just the cutest thing when he's all flustered and his cheeks are stained red. Despite being slightly vacant when it comes to common sense, there is no doubt that the male is extremely intelligent. It's amazing the things he comes up with and thinks of, and what he can do when he finally puts his mind to it.  He’s highly passionate about mixing potions, mixing it one thing you’ll find him doing more often than not.  Charlie is a sweetheart, and is not at all shy about how he feels most of the time. However, when push comes to shove, if it’s a subject like girls, he gets a bit shy when it comes to actually expressing himself. When he gets nervous or has a lot of unwanted attention he'll bottle up and try to stay out of the light until he feels comfortable again, but it’s rare that he feels that overwhelmed.  Usually it stems from lycanthropy.

Charlie sometimes feels like he has to take care of everybody he can, and that became both a strength and a weakness. He always has the need to keep people safe, and when someone is crying he just get the shivers and has to console them. Don't think he doesn't expect the same to be done for him! If he's the weaker one, chances are little Charlie will cling to the stronger body like nobody's business. But… it’s important to him, giving strength to those who don't have it. Being able to help others when they need it. What kind of person would he be if he left them there to suffer? He could never be that person. The one that doesn’t care and lets people endure hardships around them; its not that he wants to be a hero, he just knows everyone, eventually, needs somebody.

• But... sometimes he bites off more than he can chew... || •

Despite his need to protect and care over those around him, Charlie is plagued with his own demons. It’s something that often brings a frown to a normally happy face, but as his motto dictates, he has things to live for, and so he is happy.
 Lycanthropy affects the young man, and has since he was eight. The affliction itself cannot be cured, it simply has to be controlled, and Charlie does his best to do so without missing a beat. He has met all kinds of people, and seen friends turn their back to him because of what he is.  He’s met grown wizards and witches that sneer and call him names.  But he has met people that cared, he saw wizards smile and give apologetic looks towards his parents, and comforting pats to his shoulder.  One thing was sure, though, whenever someone finds out… they never looked at him the same.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.

For the young boy, being within the walls of Hogwarts was like living within a dream.  He was awe struck once more, in every sense of the word.  He had gotten caught on the moving staircases just to see where they would bring him, and had followed nearly every corridor until he was lost between them all.  He traveled down to the Forbidden Forest and spent a few hours staring into the woods and then moved to the next thing.  He had just been in the Great Hall, stuffing himself with some of the delicious meals that they offered.

However, all the stuffing seemed to give him a belly ache so he ducked out a bit earlier than some of the other students, to curb at more need to eat. 

A voice behind him got him to stop and he turned, seeing another student almost running at him.  He smiled brightly at her, listening to her and waiting for her to catch her breath, touching her arm in a concerned manner to make sure she was okay.  When she finally got to asking her question, the boy simply stared at her blankly, the smile still broad on his lips.  Frog legs?

He held up his hand and began to sign, but only a few moments into it, he realized she might not be understanding him.  With a small flick of his new wand, he began to do as his sister taught him a month before he came to Hogwarts.  He mouthed his words and in the air he spelt out his words.  ‘I don’t like to eat them’. Was all he wrote, but with a smile that could knock anybody over it was hard to take it as anything but a little opinion.  He added, with a quick flick of his wrist, ‘But I'd love try!'  And he beamed up at Astrid, hoping he had answered her question enough.

→ ABOUT YOU.

Previous Characters (if applicable): Robert Oliveroot, Eirian Oliveroot, Argo Oliveroot, Aylen Kanti, Ciel Koell

Name: Charles Benjamin Kedding
  Charlie
  Benji

Gender Male

House Request: No preference, open to be sorted.

Year: First Year or Second Year if first is not available.

Bloodline: Halfblood. 

Magical Strength: Divination (Though Potions is his real strength)

Magical Weakness: Charms


Charlie is generally an easy young man to understand, and on basic levels he's just a kind person with a goal to make all the people around him happy. Charlie is the kind of boy most people are drawn to on the most basic of levels, whether it’s wanting to have a bit of the joy that just oozes from his soul or wanting to figure out just what makes him so happy. There’s no secret; he just appreciates everything he has… the bad almost never gets him down, when he has so much good to look forward to.
As a child, the young boy was always accepting of the things he got, but never demanding or needy for what he didn't have. He never asked for a present and never begged for a toy, and he's kept this attitude as he's grown. And despite wanting things, he can't bring himself to ask or beg when he’s reminded of what he already has so much of. Some might find this trait annoying; how he acts with situations and can never give you a straight answer for what he wants.  How he's always positive and feels selfish for just feeling like he wants something, but its hard to really stay mad at someone for just being grateful.
He loves to be that person that doesn't care what others think of him, so long as he's able to have a good time and keep smiling. He might wander off on his own to discover things or his attention will falter, but he's always there when he's needed; he's got a knack for it.


To some Charlie may come off as a bit of ditz; sarcasm, sexual innuendos, and most jokes go over his head. Half the time, he just smiles and nods when he doesn’t understand something.  When he does get it, or something is explained he'll become extremely embarrassed but it always ends in him laughing. His sister loves to toy with him because of this, and says he is just the cutest thing when he's all flustered and his cheeks are stained red. Despite being slightly vacant when it comes to common sense, there is no doubt that the male is extremely intelligent. It's amazing the things he comes up with and thinks of, and what he can do when he finally puts his mind to it.  He’s highly passionate about mixing potions, mixing it one thing you’ll find him doing more often than not.  Charlie is a sweetheart, and is not at all shy about how he feels most of the time. However, when push comes to shove, if it’s a subject like girls, he gets a bit shy when it comes to actually expressing himself. When he gets nervous or has a lot of unwanted attention he'll bottle up and try to stay out of the light until he feels comfortable again, but it’s rare that he feels that overwhelmed.  Usually it stems from lycanthropy.

Charlie sometimes feels like he has to take care of everybody he can, and that became both a strength and a weakness. He always has the need to keep people safe, and when someone is crying he just get the shivers and has to console them. Don't think he doesn't expect the same to be done for him! If he's the weaker one, chances are little Charlie will cling to the stronger body like nobody's business. But… it’s important to him, giving strength to those who don't have it. Being able to help others when they need it. What kind of person would he be if he left them there to suffer? He could never be that person. The one that doesn’t care and lets people endure hardships around them; its not that he wants to be a hero, he just knows everyone, eventually, needs somebody.


Despite his need to protect and care over those around him, Charlie is plagued with his own demons. It’s something that often brings a frown to a normally happy face, but as his motto dictates, he has things to live for, and so he is happy.

 Lycanthropy affects the young man, and has since he was eight. The affliction itself cannot be cured, it simply has to be controlled, and Charlie does his best to do so without missing a beat. He has met all kinds of people, and seen friends turn their back to him because of what he is.  He’s met grown wizards and witches that sneer and call him names.  But he has met people that cared, he saw wizards smile and give apologetic looks towards his parents, and comforting pats to his shoulder.  One thing was sure, though, whenever someone finds out… they never looked at him the same.



If you looked back at Charlie’s life, most would think the boy to have been plagued with several moments of bad luck. However, when Charlie looks back he prefers to see the bright sides of his life, the things that he is blessed to have rather than the things that might bring sadness. From a young age he’s been like this, unresisting to the bad things and completely taking in all the good. Even still, there are moments of his life he wishes could have been different. Before he was born and the curse befallen him, his household was already tense, but as a child it went unseen.   He had his sister to thank, in his early years, for why he was sheltered from any ugliness of their home.  He couldn’t see how much money affected his mother, how she slowly became a maid to his father instead of a partner in marriage. The man wasn’t there often, he was off doing business in other countries most months out of the year, and for three years it was Charlie, Juniper and his mother Claret.

Claret took care of him, raised him to be kind and placid, and she was amazed at how gentle and accepting the child was. She’d ask, “Are you sad Daddy isn’t here?” Only for the young boy to shake his head, say that he was happy with Mommy, that he had to share since other people needed Daddy too. He was so relaxed, never asked for a thing, never complained or cried. He was always content.

However, real joy came to the boy when his Mother told him he’d be getting a little brother. She explained to the toddler of three that the boy was growing in her belly; and from the moment the bulge in her stomach kicked his little hand… Charlie was taking care of Lowell. He helped his mother do chores around the house, anything he could to make sure she was comfortable and the baby inside her was well. When Lowell was born, Charlie was the first to hold him. Sitting next to his mother on the hospital bed, he cradled the baby with tiny arms, amazed at how small he was… And it was love at first site; nothing in the world was more important than the little baby… Charlie would keep him safe and happy; he’d do everything for him.

When the three year old finally relinquished his hold on the infant and gave him up to his mother she frowned.  She was changing, and it started with simple things, forgetting to give the boys breakfast or yelling at Juni for nothing.  The three children became a force and they were happy with one another, at least in Charlie's eyes.  When father came home from work it was perfect, he always took time to make his children happy… and they were a happy family in the eyes of the boy.  Nothing could have been better for Charlie. Until Lowell was five, and Charlie eight.

It was then Charlie started to notice the change in their family…


His mother yelled at Lowell, screamed at him till the child was in tears… and it triggered every protective instinct Charlie had for his brother… All he had asked was his mother to stop yelling, to leave Lowell alone… and she turned to him, trying to calm herself but obviously overwhelmed. The boy fell back, completely stunned as his mother’s rage now continued, but now directed at Charlie for being a disrespectful son. It escalated, and when Charlie looked back, it all moved so slow. Suddenly his mother’s shouts were distant, his breathing had became shallow…  Lowell ran outside, afraid of the yelling and screaming.  Charlie followed with Juniper at his heals, her wand lighting up the forest outside their small home.  Lowell ran too far… he screamed, there was a growl.  When Charlie found him, the boy was cornered by what Charlie thought to be a giant wolf.  Without even thinking Charlie threw rocks and ran at it, adrenaline pushing him to try and save his beloved little brother.  The wolf went at him instead, for the neck.  It bit, and Charlie’s vision went black.

When Charlie woke up he was in St. Mungo’s, nurses healing his wounds.  He was told different things.  Words were thrown around; infected werewolf, scars, death.  Juniper told him what had happened, Lowell was fine, what Charlie now was.  He discovered he couldn’t talk loudly, that it actually hurt to speak.  Where the wolf had bit him had left his vocal cords permanently damaged, and the boy’s voice could barely get over a whisper without it hurting and sounding heavy.  His leg was scared from hip to knee, and he couldn’t walk straight without limping just a bit. He felt different, that was for sure, but he couldn’t really place how... he didn’t fully understand. But It was when all the dust settled and they went home Charlie realized how much things had changed.

How his mother became more withdrawn, how she’d go out for long periods of time and leave… Their father, Rory, was there all the time now, and seemed more dedicated to take care of anything the children.  After the attack, he was the only one taking care of them.  Their mother was indifferent; she would sit with a needle and thread and knit while her husband did all the work…

Despite the rocky weeks, for the most part it was calm. Charlie helped Rory with all that was needed in the house while Juni was at Hogwarts, with homework and lunch, with dinner and shopping and anything that needed to be done around the house. Charlie had become a parent without ever realizing. But he was more than that. He was the protector, he was guidance, the one who stopped the tears and kissed the bruises. Anything he could to make sure his brother was in high spirits, and in turn… it made Charlie smile, even if… it was hard to smile. But again there was a period of lull and bliss.

And then the first full moon came, and it was when Charlie finally… really understood.  They had traveled to the Ministry a few days before, and Charles Kenning was registered.  They went to the Werewolf Support Services department, and Charlie couldn’t help but feel like everyone was staring at him.  He was, without a doubt, the youngest werewolf among those preparing for the full moon, and as such many looked at him with pity.  For the most part, they seemed kind… but Charlie was noticing the hushed whispers between adults, and the glances back in his direction.  Nobody seemed to want to look at him, and for the first time Charlie was feeling the discrimination.  He was upset, and couldn’t smile, even when Rory hugged him and told him it would all be alright.  He couldn’t remember the night, just being put in a small room with no windows and steel bars.

When he woke up, he had never felt so much pain, and sobbed alone for hours, until a nurse came in and took care of his injuries.  They wouldn’t let anyone inside the cage for several hours after he transformed, they still deemed him a threat in that state.  His trips to the Ministry continued every month, and Charlie began to grow used to pain, he was content with this new life.  It was the same, it was safe… and while Charlie was content, he was not… happy.  He met a few wizards, and one of them actually talked to him.  He called himself a Potions Master, and Charlie was doe-eyed that moment on.  His father and the man spoke after, and it was the first time Charlie took Wolfsbane, and it was the first month there was no pain. 

Life got better, Charlie was able to smile again. Somehow… he had gotten a letter to Hogwarts.  Juniper went to school there, and Charlie had been so sure he wouldn’t be invited to go, with what he was… he was happy to stay at home, and help his family, of course… but it felt so normal to hold that letter… for the first time since he had been attacked, his heart swelled with real excitement again.


Role Play Sample to Option Two:


For the young boy, being within the walls of Hogwarts was like living within a dream.  He had heard the stories that Juni used to tell, but she never told him of all the amazing things the castle itself had to offer! He was awe struck in every sense of the word.  He had gotten caught on the moving staircases just to see where they would bring him, and had followed just about every corridor until he was lost between them.  He traveled down to the Forbidden Forest and spent a few minutes staring into the woods and then moved to the next thing.  He had just been in the Great Hall, stuffing himself with some of the delicious meals that they offered.

However, all the stuffing seemed to give him a belly ache so he ducked out a bit earlier than some of the other students, to curb at more need to eat.  With a pronounced limp to his walk the small boy enjoyed being close to the wall, if he was knocked into he had something to hold on, and wouldn’t just fall over easily. 

A voice behind him got him to stop and he turned, seeing an older student almost running at him.  He smiled brightly at her, listening to her and waiting for her to catch her breath, touching her arm in a concerned manner to make sure she was okay.  When she finally got to asking her question, the boy simply stared at her blankly, the smile still broad on his lips.  Frog legs?

He held up his hand and began to sign, but only a few moments into it, he realized she might not be understanding him.  With a small flick of his new wand, he began to do as his sister taught him a month before he came to Hogwarts.  He mouthed his words and in the air he spelt out his words.  ‘I don’t like to eat them’. Was all he said, but with a smile that could knock anybody over it was hard to take it as anything but a little opinion.  He added, with a quick flick of his wrist, ‘But its okay if others want them’.  And he beamed up at Astrid, hoping he had answered her question enough.


Other Character: Robert Oliveroot
Secret Phrase Correct 1 ~Birch