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Elsewhere Accepted / Hawthorne L. Chance
« on: 08/04/2015 at 00:36 »
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Hawthorne Lucky Chance
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Blood Status: Halfblood
Education:
Hufflepuff Graduate '43
Residence:
Bristol, England
Occupation
St. Mungo's Healer Apprentice
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- Charms: 8
- Divination: 6
- Transfiguration: 10
- Summoning: 8
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Biography: (300 words minimum.)
1926
A baby's cry could be heard, as a woman, who was also crying held the baby. A man stood over the two beings before smiling and turning away to wipe away some his own tears. The man was handed the baby as he sat at the edge of his wife's bed and couldn't help but have tears stream down his face.
This was their miracle, this baby. This baby they would name Hawthorne Lucky Chance is the miracle of Felix and Carol Chance. A few years before, the two tried at a child, only to find out that there was a miscarriage involved with it. Just as they were losing hope, Carol was pregnant. This time, the couple was extremely careful with the baby, and the baby was now a physical form and perfectly lucky.
"I will call you Hawthorne," said Felix, pressing his lips gently against his baby's forehead. "And his middle name will be Lucky," chimed in Carol.
"Hawthorne Lucky Chance..." said the baby's father, looking up to the woman, smiling. They both shared the happiest of tears possible as the tiny form was put in a crib to sleep along side his mother.
1936
Here comes Hawthorne's tenth birthday, and they celebrated happily together, a cake in all. Hawthorne now realized on every one of his birthday cakes, he was given a present from his father and his mother, and few family friends. But there was another thing... That each birthday they celebrated, the word miracle, and his middle name would be written on the cake, instead of his first.
Maybe his parents mis-named him, and wanted to call him Lucky instead. But all was well for the family of Chance. Everything was going smoothly. Maybe Hawthorne did have a power for luck.
1937
But no, nothing was running smoothly. On the first of January, the family of Chance was destroyed by a phenomenon unknown. The Chances were sitting on the couch watching their black-and-white TV to count down to the new year, but suddenly their home became old fashioned. The TV was gone, and everything else was as well, other than the actual structure of the house.
Hawthorne's father was no where to be found, and his mother broke down through the whole year. She didn't work, so Hawthorne was forced to learn to cook for her and himself, eventually convincing his mother to trust one enough to marry again.
Hawthorne had started school this year as well, so he forced himself to work hard and send letters to his mother every
1940
Mark and Carol were married happy in 1940 as Hawthorne went into his fourth year of school at Hogwarts. But soon in the same year, Mark was sent out under the orders of the Order of Merlin. Closing up the year, Carol received a letter from the Ministry that the pureblood had passed away while in the Ministry.
1941
While he was at school, Hawthorne recieved a letter that was addressed to him. He was quite used to never getting letters in return now, so this letter was a surprise to him.
Dearest Hawthorne,
You may be surprised by this letter but please do not worry too much. Please, I tell you in advance, don't cry, my miracle.
Something bad has happened to mummy... An accident happened, and she's dead, okay?
Love,
Mummy.
But how was the fourteen year old boy not supposed to cry at this news? How was he supposed to react anyways?
1943-1944
Hawthorne graduated, and now knew the truth of his mother's death being a suicide not an accident. It wasn't common to year about someone bringing upon their death in their day and age. He would later apply to be an apprentice healer in St. Mungo's.
Roleplay:
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:
Taking a monthly trip to Diagon was tough. All he wanted was a normal life, where parents would force him places like these, but now he would need to force himself to do it. He, himself and him. He hated it very much.
But what did the tall adult like about life anyways? Not much, that's for sure. He had the most rotten luck, yet he was a miracle to his parents. Even at 18, it made no sense to him. It bothered him to the core as he strolled through the alley. He made a small stop at the bakery for a small muffin before continuing with his shopping, wand repair and such.
Hawthorne's brown gaze rested upon the ice cream parlour. He knew it was mid winter though, and there would be no one to take care of him if he had a cold. Leaving himself to his thoughts, he continued on his path around. He always needed to know about the latest scoop, so he would probably head to The Rose sooner or later.
"Coming through! Coming through! ...Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!"
The voice of the man was much too far to actually hear him over the Christmas buzz of the crowd. He was continued to mind his own business as he trotted alond with the flow of people traffic.
"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!"
At this moment, he only thought that his luck just couldn't get any worse than it was already. Knocking someone over was horrid, and it was even worse to know that it was by his own luck, not the other party's.
As the other man continued on to explain, Hawthorne, was picking up some tinsel that had gone astray. Nothing he could've done about any that landed on others, but there was something he could do about the tinsel that had fell on him, and about the tinsel that had fell in the slush from the shoes of those enjoying their walk in the Alley.
Placing them back in the box, he smiled a little as he handed it to the man. "I'm sorry, that was completely my fault. I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings." He raised a hand to the back of his neck to scratch at his hair line nervously. Hopefully the man would take said apology.
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