Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Madison Litchfield
Gender: Male
Age: 25, November 2nd, 1914

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry – Ravenclaw 19125–1928
Raven Lodge Academy – 1928-1933

Residence:
Litchfield Manor

Occupation:
Unspeakable

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?
Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries

Requested Magic Levels: (see here on how to do this)
If you want levels above the usual 32 total, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

• Charms: 8
• Divination: 21
• Transfiguration: 5
• Summoning: 5

 Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Nope

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Charles Kedding, Robert Oliveroot, et al.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Like many within the Litchfield lineage, Madison was born with a gift that had been passed through the generations. The Litchfield’s have been known through history as being a line of wizards gifted in Divination. Some have given jealous blame of their fortune on the fortune telling they so skillfully wove.

It could have been misconstrued as exploitation. A whisper of infidelity, the hushed rumors of winning numbers, but always a truth remained tied with the words that came from a Litchfield mouth. New interest and wealth followed with the prophecies and future telling. 

While nearly all in the family were proficient in Divination, from crystal gazing all through interpreting dreams, the last true Seer in their line had been Hazel Marie Litchfield, three generations before Madison was born, and a woman known more for crazed outbursts than her skill in the art of prophecy making. Some had professed doubt in the family’s sight, after all their first-born had been hindered with no foreseen talent in Divination at all. Perhaps the line had been muddled, they crooned and hissed.

Thankfully, his elder brother Truman had been gifted and but he didn’t seem interested in the art. The seed of doubt had been sown and no one could deny the eldest son’s inability to have a vision. Madison had been born only three years after his elder, and from an early age the boy had been raised on a pedestal. 

From the time he had able to talk, Madison showed extreme prowess as a Seer, a true and real Sight. He made his first prophecy has a child of six, speaking of an Order and a call for power beyond the limits of a wand. Though he was just a mere child, the eventual truth of his words was enough for the family to, once more, happily claim a Seer within their line.

There is also trepidation when revealing to someone that you are a skilled Seer. Beyond his ability to make prophecies, knowing or learning an inner secret that another may not want to be revealed, can be daunting. The need for discretion is wide spread, though this was not always a knowledge Madison possessed.

For many years the boy was outspoken, and for even longer he chirped verbose sentiments of what the future held. A boy could be drunk on it, the sensation of knowing all, the thrill of being paraded around as someone with such a rare gift.

A boy could be drunk on it, and drink this boy did.

From a young age, old enough to realize the attention he was dealt but young enough to not understand the depths of his words, Madison would foretell things yet to pass. It started with just his family, but before long he had the attention of many within the Wizarding World. He would boldly and proudly call for a rainstorm, and soon the clouds would roll through. He would speak of an oncoming death and not too soon a funeral would play out.

But it quickly became a game, a cat toying with a mouse just to hear it squeak. “What an amazing child you have!”, “Such a talent!”, “Could you tell me if I will be successful?” They all praised him, and they all coerced him. It wasn’t until his words became lies, his truths became doubts, and the need to impress was tarnished with a need to spout the future.

He’d become exhausted, and yet the demand continued, until a single whisper turned a rising star to a lying brat. The wrong word to the wrong man, a slap in the face and tarnish on a good name. They turned so fast. His innocent lies came back to haunt him, so many having took the word of a child as if it was a word from above. Before long his name no longer fell from lips as a talent, but a fraud.

Madison found solace in only his family, found his older brother’s arms and his parents’ loving embrace. He was only a boy, not yet behind the walls of Hogwarts and people were banging down the door as if he was a witch to be burned at the cross.

Since that time he grew cautious, to never spill information to those who could not handle it, to never speak a lie and claim it a truth. He keeps many things to himself, would rather take another’s secret to his grave then disrupt their present. He discovered a hard truth about being a Seer that no one had prepared him for: it was a bitter, lonely road.

For the next passing years he had remained silent, stoic and unwilling to speak of any future tellings in fear of upsetting the participant. He had denied seeing anything, denied that he was a Seer at all. It wasn’t until he first began school and started in Divination classes did his interest in the subject perk beyond the Inner Eye.

Hogwarts was a door to something new. Students did not know his name beyond being a fellow Ravenclaw, a fresh face to test. He brothers were there, and Madison felt safe behind the stonewalls. 

He was quickly engrossed in the subject of Divnation, studying far beyond what a first year would know, and quickly outgrowing the curriculum.  After his third year at Hogwarts, Madison’s parents made the decision to send him to the school whose professors had the highest skill in the art: Raven Lodge, in America.

Though he did not have the family support he so often craved, it was a growing experience all the same. He branched out, find his quirky side and was able to grow into his skin a bit more. He had many friends, learned new styles of Divination taught by his Native American classmates and professors, while also finding his independence.

After he learned with those who had the same skill as he did, Madison was able to feel confident with his abilities, to speak fortunes without the hindrance of his childhood fears. While he still retains those nerves, as an adult he sees his gift as something to revere and eventually he wished for absolute control, something he was told was impossible.

While he struggles to find the balance between what is right to reveal about someone’s future, he still too struggles with controlling when prophecies are made. Like the few true Seers in the world, sometimes its all the game of chance.  Graduation came and went, and Madison returned home, though before starting work he traveled. He returned to Brazil and went down to Africa, learning more about other tribes and their way of accessing the plane of enlightenment.

Just a year ago he returned out of the blue, back to the Litchfield Manor with many stories to tell. He works in the Hall of Prophecies for the Ministry, trying to guide them with the upcoming war.

Madison is the type of person that craves control. He flounders in the lack of it, and struggles when he can’t grasp it. As a person who has lived the bulk of his life knowing what was going to happen, surprises don’t come often, but when they do, he is truly surprised.

And he absolutely despises it.

There is a serious struggle on Madison’s part in the unknown. He has become very accustomed to at least feeling what may happen, getting a sense if his week will be good or bad. With the impending war, Madison has become more and more withdrawn and struggles with knowing. War is unpredictable, and even though he craves to know how things will end, his visions are clouded with ambiguity.

       
 

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

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:
Christmas was a time of year that Madison Litchfield adored in every sense of the word.  Gathering the family, all extended and far removed, to a meal and laughter while passing out presents to the kids. (Madison still demanded presents even though he had turned twenty-five last year. It was more of a game of ‘Can anyone surprise him?’, and he liked to think that the family all enjoyed his guessing. 

He’d only just finished a visit with Truman, chewing the fat and attempting to figure a gift out for their eldest brother. Lincoln was such a difficult one to place, though Madison knew more about his brother than he thought he should. One should never know more about a person than the person in question knows about themselves.

He had been lost in his thought of the returning family when the shouts of ‘Coming through!’ caught his ear. Madison had turned before the man tripped, and in that split second of time he had managed to catch the box before it went crashing to the ground.

He hadn’t the luck to catch the poor man, but at the very least he saved the ornament from breaking. Or, what he assumed to be ornament with all the tinsel that was scattered across the ground. The young man adjusted his scarf and shook his head, “No foul, you’re alright.” He hadn’t bothered to ask, for he knew that man was fine as he leapt to his feet, though the tinsel covering was something to chuckle at.

“Need a hand with decorating?” He had nothing better to do now, decorating seemed like a perfect way to waste the day.

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Please Note: High Divination levels and Seer ability approved!