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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Nyla Adelaide 'Addie' Ross
Gender: Female
Age: 13-14 (birthday: 11th February 1931)
Bloodline:Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Derek Ross (played) & Nila Arian (deceased)
Residence: London
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Addie's a Hogwarts student but I won't be playing her there yet.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? The Rosses, because fam.
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Calypso Galanis
et al.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)her eighth birthday, 11:26am
"Needs more sugar."
Addie Ross finished licking the cookie dough off her finger and climbed off her little pink stool. She made her way across to the other side of the table and grabbed the required bag before hopping back onto her stool. Tongue poking out of her mouth and forehead creasing with concentration, the girl measured out another spoonful of sugar and tipped it into the mixture.
It was her birthday and, unsurprisingly, Nyla Adelaide Ross was alone. Not that she minded very much. She enjoyed her own company as much as she enjoyed anybody else's; besides, she was better at making snickerdoodles than the rest of her family put together. She didn't need any help, apart from to put them into the oven. But she would deal with that problem when she came to it. There was bound to be a sibling around somewhere who'd do it for her if she asked.
(Probably not Sophie.)
Reaching into the mixing bowl, Addie scooped out some cookie dough and began to roll the first of her snickerdoodles into a ball. The cinnamon and sugar was in another bowl on the table, ready and waiting for her to drop her cookies in. It wouldn't be long before she could put them in the oven, and shortly after that she'd get to eat them. Her birthday was turning out to be pretty good so far.
her eleventh birthday, 11:26am
Her snickerdoodles were already in the oven, shifting from pale yellow to golden brown, and the aroma in the kitchen was heavenly.
Addie finally finished licking the remains of the cookie dough from her mixing bowl, and nudged it over towards the pile of dirty dishes that still needed washing up. Washing up was her least favourite part of baking. In the hour that she had spent making her little cookie creations, the girl had somehow managed to use three tablespoons, two teaspoons, four bowls, one wooden spoon, two knives, a rolling pin, and - for some inexplicable reason - a saucepan.
Sliding off her chair and arranging the dishes in a manageable heap, Addie carefully carried them over to the kitchen sink and dumped them down. The chances of her actually getting around to washing them up were slim to none, but it was the thought that counted.
Besides, she had better things to do with her time; eating snickerdoodles, for example.
her thirteenth birthday, 11:26am
The oven was beeping and there were house elves everywhere, and she didn't want to accidentally trample one of them, but her snickerdoodles were going to burn if she didn't hurry up and rescue them.
She briefly considered asking Ig to grab them instead - he was definitely a lot closer than she was - but she was long past the age of asking someone else to help her with taking cookies out of the oven, and she didn't quite trust him not to accidentally drop them. Hopping over one cluster of house elves, and dodging around another that was carrying a plate of muffins (for the Hufflepuffs, no doubt), Addie almost made it.
Almost.
Because at that moment, another house elf appeared out of nowhere with a loud
crack. Addie's feet got caught up with the house elf in question, and a second later, she found herself sprawled on the kitchen's stone floor in an undignified heap.
"Want a hand up?" Ignatius was already leaning forward, one arm stretched out towards her, but she shook her head, pushing herself up off the floor.
"No."
The snickerdoodles were burning.
Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:Godric Park.
Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.
Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.
It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.
"John, I said
wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.
Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.
Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby. "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.
"...Do you want to play?"
Roleplay Response:She was alone again, but she didn't mind. After so many years of being the last in a long line of siblings, Addie was used to being overlooked, used to being alone. She'd figured out very early on that she could get away with a lot if she stayed out of everybody's way. At thirteen years old, Addie Ross was awfully good at staying out of people's way. "...Do you want to play?"
Addie stared at the girl - several years younger than her, at the very least - for a moment. She didn't want to play. She wanted to be left in peace, without having to interact with this tiny stranger. But then she glanced upwards at the boys in the sky, her gaze lingering on them for a couple of seconds before she looked back down at the little girl.
She knew all too well what it was like to be the youngest. She knew what it felt like to be left behind by your older siblings. So, despite herself, she felt a spark of pity for the child that had been left behind by John and the other two boys.
"If you'd like to."
She was probably - no, definitely - going to regret this, but it was too late now.
"Not with that broom, though." Addie paused to gesture at the toy in question, which was still very much stuck in the dirt. "We're not getting anywhere with that thing."OTHERHow did you find us?
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