Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Phoebe Dessen
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
Beauxbatons '37

Residence:
During the off season, she lives in her Victorian farmhouse on the outskirts of Paris, but while the season is in session, a flat in London is her home.

Occupation
Falmouth Falcons Chaser

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?
No

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: 8
• 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:
Zoella, and the whole rat pack. (:p)

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Phoebe Fleur Dessen made her first appearance in the heart of Paris, on 13 November 1920. The Dessen family, known for their long line of entrepreneurs and real estate, came from very old money. Wealthy in every sense of the word, they’ve never known real struggle. The trio lived in a sprawling mansion on the outskirts of the capital, in a gated area. The nearest neighbor they had lived about 4.8 kilometers away.  The young girl soon found solace in the peaceful stillness her parents had created.

The darling girl was the first child of Jean-Luc and Claudia, and unfortunately, the only one. At first, it pained Jean-Luc he would never have a son, but soon it would fade. Being a real estate agent, he wasn’t home much during the week, so one child was more than he could handle anyway. Claudia didn’t seem to mind being alone with her daughter, whenever she wasn’t hosting extravagant parties. Her nanny and caretaker, Marie, doted on her constantly as she grew older, molding her perception of what love was and what was required of such fairy-tales.  The young girl came to dream of getting married and being showered in abundance of love and enjoy, as well as having a yard full of children when she graduated. The lavish pureblood elitist parties she was forced to attend as a teen, only fueled her desire to do more with her life. Sipping wine around the snobby socialites was not her idea of a good time, nor a life.

For Phoebe, nothing was deemed too expensive, or too much. From age five until seventeen, private tutors were arranged and at the ready to further expand her horizon and knowledge. Though, once she began her education at Beauxbatons, her talents laid with Quidditch. During the summers, a private instructor worked with her relentlessly, helping her along in finding her strengths. It didn’t take long for her to be prominent member of her house’s victories, being the first fourth year ever named Captain. It was one of her proudest moments. Coming into a close second was her graduation, where she left the school with honours.

After her education came to an end, immediately she was approached by David Leighton, owner and former coach of the Falmouth Falcons. Came with him was the deal of a lifetime: to become the youngest chaser in a decade. She more than happily accepted his offer and moved to London, much to her parents’ dismay. Long days and even longer nights led to a close relationship with the man who gave her such opportunity. Blonde hair and blue eyes made her nearly irresistible, or so the young woman had been told all of her life. So once she found out her beloved coach was married, it nearly devastated her. All of the flirting between the two never amounted to much more, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want it to.

After training long, hard hours with her teammates, it didn’t take long for her to form bonds with each of them, including an Owen Mikaels. He was two years younger, but age didn’t matter much to the girl. They soon fell in love and, even though she thought she seen jealousy in David, within a few shorts months, the French girl was pregnant. All of the joy overwhelmed her at once, but she continued to play her first love: quidditch. Finally her life was going the way she had always dreamt it would.

One cold night in December of 1946, Phoebe woke up in a puddle of sweat and blood. The pain was unimaginable, but the truth behind it was worse. She and Owen were devastated to learn they had lost their sweet baby. Overwhelmed by grief, the father of her child left, and never returned to help her find closure. Who else but stayed by her side? David. He was the shoulder she cried on, the one she confessed her sins to. He was like her best friend, only…she still craved more.

 Using quidditch to distract herself from rejection and from the hole in her heart, the blonde sustained an injury to her right leg, causing David to pull her off the roster for the ’47 season. She spent the summer recuperating with the aid of her parents, wanting to please them more than anything. They wanted to make sure she was fine. As fine as a young woman losing a child could be anyway. After the summer was finished, she decided to go back to London, and see David. The quidditch pitch was calling her name.

Roleplay: 

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:
Long, blonde hair bounced in curls as a young woman hurried down the streets of Hogsmeade. The crisp October hair was far more chilly than she had anticipated. Instead of her usual deep lavender robes, she opted for a black coat, hanging just past her waist. Her muggle clothes blended into the busy crowd as she neared her destination of the Hag's Head. David always wanted to meet in the strangest of places.

Though, the twenty six year old would never complain, and perhaps he knew that. Maybe he knew the effect he had her, and used to his advantage. And, truth be told, that wasn't the woman didn't mind. She didn't mind one bit.

It was in that moment of her fuzzy thoughts, she heard a woman shout.

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

Before the young Dessen could find the woman it belonged to, she had already tripped over a body. Landing on her arse, the blonde looked at the journalist with narrowed eyes.

"Bloody 'ell, mate!" her French only sticking out slightly. Years of playing for the Falcons diminished the French she was accustomed to. "Get off the ground!"

OTHER
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