Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Zailey (Pavlova) Zsofka
Gender: Female
Age: 31
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry | 1944-1951 | Slytherin

Residence:
Residential London

Occupation
Unemployed

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:

• Charms: 8
• Divination: 12
• Transfiguration: 5
• 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:
Keziah Zsofka

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Born of a heated exchange between two strangers, Zailey has lived a life atypical of her fellow witches. Abandoned at an orphanage at birth, raised by a crumbling couple, and eventually adopted by a charming couple; there is nothing about Zailey or her upbringing that would have ever indicated she was destined for great things in her short lifetime.

At the age of three, Zailey was whisked away to London by Boris and Anya Petrova. Ex-pats of Russia, they had merely returned in the search for a child of their own; a daunting yet fulfilling task. Growing up in a seemingly normal community, Zailey was a stranger to the magical world until the sudden departure of her beloved adopted parents. Unbeknownst to her, she had a magic-laden pedigree and was the only Petrova survivor of the Time Warp.

With her entire world gone and only the briefest of fuzzy memories to serve as snippets of her family; Zailey wandered for a brief period of time (scavenging to get by) until she was taken in by a lovely (magical) family that had endured their own slew of losses (mainly fostered children). It was in their home that she was welcomed, nurtured, and eventually forgot the life she had once had with Boris and Anya. It was there that she received her letter and a whole new world opened up to her.

In 1944, Zailey began attending school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. Sorted into Slytherin, she became active in Spellbound and Quidditch. In 1946, her biological mother, Izolda, came into her life as a Professor. By 1947, Zailey had gained both a biological father, Ivan, and a twin, Zander. She graduated from Hogwarts in 1951 where she was neither a prefect nor Head Girl.

After spending her first three year's post-education abroad in Hungary, Zailey returned to London with her daughter, Keziah. Living in a small flat, she has raised the young girl entirely on her own working both muggle and magical jobs alike. Her husband, Sandor, was killed shortly after Keziah's second birthday. She has never remarried.

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

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.

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:
The piece of paper had been crumpled and ran through, what looked like, a pile of dirt. The brunette female slowly meandered down the street of Diagon Alley, eyeing the different buildings as she tried to relocate the club she had visited weeks before. "Was it here?" she muttered to herself, standing doubtfully in front of a blacked out window.

As quickly as she had made up her mind to enter, Zailey could hear the cries of a woman in distress and her eyes quickly moved to locate the source. Pushing her way past the crowd, she spotted Amelia on the cobblestones and gestured for her to grab onto her open hand. "Is your heel alright?" she inquired before stuffing the paper into her pocket and offering a smile.

Zailey had only been back a few years but she could've sworn she recognized her face. As people shuffled past them she lamented how London had changed so drastically and yet it also felt like it had never changed at all. "Maybe we can fix that!" She exclaimed, withdrawing her wand from the pocket of the velvet robe she wore. It would be worth the try.

Hi!

Clearly math is not our strong suit around here. It's 23, not 26. Zailey is 23. As for her levels, that is perfectly alright.

Thanks! <3

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name:
Zailey Ivanova Pavlova

Birthday:
01 May 1933

Hometown:
Moscow, USSR

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration

Year (pick two):
Seventh, Sixth

Biography:
Born of a heated exchange between two strangers, Zailey has lived a life atypical of her fellow witches. Abandoned at an orphanage at birth, raised by a crumbling couple, and eventually adopted by a charming couple; there is nothing about Zailey or her upbringing that would have ever indicated she was destined for great things in her short lifetime.

At the age of three, Zailey was whisked away to London by Boris and Anya Petrova. Ex-pats of Russia, they had merely returned in the search for a child of their own; a daunting yet fulfilling task. Growing up in a seemingly normal community, Zailey was a stranger to the magical world until the sudden departure of her beloved adopted parents. Unbeknownst to her, she had a magic-laden pedigree and was the only Petrova survivor of the Time Warp.

With her entire world gone and only the briefest of fuzzy memories to serve as snippets of her family; Zailey wandered for a brief period of time (scavenging to get by) until she was taken in by a lovely (magical) family that had endured their own slew of losses (mainly fostered children). It was in their home that she was welcomed, nurtured, and eventually forgot the life she had once had with Boris and Anya. It was there that she received her letter and a whole new world opened up to her.

In 1944, Zailey began attending school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. Sorted into Slytherin, she became active in Spellbound and Quidditch. In 1946, her biological mother, Izolda, came into her life as a Professor. By 1947, Zailey had gained both a biological father, Ivan, and a twin, Zander. Today, she continues her education as a Seventh Year and hopes to be named a Prefect this year. Her passion still lies in Quidditch.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
The dungeons had become home, Zailey found herself already morose about the thought of leaving them behind.

Carefully she sauntered down a damp corridor, fingers tracing the carefully etched surfaces of stones that had not seen the light of day for many centuries. Every nook and cranny of the dungeons explored to the best of her effort. The thought of the real world and what awaited her, or potentially didn't, sent a shiver of excitement and fear up the lone girl's spine.

Girl--she was on the verge of becoming a woman.

As she slowly slipped into a trance, the gentle trickling of water lulling her into a blissful awareness, it was then she heard the faintest of voices calling out to the ghosts of her past.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

Emma Birch, a name that hadn't crossed Zailey's mind for several years. Emma Birch, the girl who left too soon; her death had proceeded the oppression by the Hexenreich. The older Slytherin could still recall the way her body crumpled to the floor as an Unforgivable stole away the last of her life force. An entire generation would graduate from Hogwarts this year, the last generation to have had contact with the infamous Emma Birch.

"No," Zailey responded suddenly, "you won't find an Emma Birch down here. Only a one-way ticket to Detention unless you make yourself conveniently disappear."

She thought she heard quickly fading footsteps, but down here you could never tell.
→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous):
Zailey Pavlova, Jezebel Morgenstern, Nyx Ott, Viktoria Borovsky, etc.

How did you find us?:
Magic :3

I've decided to keep Zailey in and just use Viktoria in Elsewhere.

Hey. Just hit the select option and then, without pressing or clicking anything else. Hit CTRL and C at the same time, on your keyboard, and then go to make your post and hit CTRL and V in the box and the code should pop in there.

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Zailey Anya Petrova

Birthday: May First

Hometown: Moscow, Russia

Bloodline: Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Charms

Year (pick two): First, Second

Biography: Born of a heated exchange between two strangers, Zailey has lived a life atypical of her fellow witches. Abandoned at an orphanage at birth, raised by a crumbling couple, and eventually adopted by a charming couple; there is nothing about Zailey or her upbringing that would have ever indicated she was destined for great things in her short lifetime. At the age of three, Zailey was whisked away to London by Boris and Anya Petrova. Ex-pats of Russia, they had merely returned in the search for a child of their own; a daunting yet fulfilling task. Growing up in a seemingly normal community, Zailey was a stranger to the magical world until the arrival of her Hogwarts acceptance letter. Unbeknownst to her, she had a magic-laden pedigree. Looking back on her childhood, she could easily recognize all the signs that should have stood out but were chalked up to coincidence.

The oldest of a set of twins, Zailey has had no contact with her biological sibling and hopes that one day she will be afforded the opportunity to recognize them in the halls of Hogwarts. Her only companions growing up were a calico cat named Jack and a short-lived chocolate labrador puppy named Ella; the by-product of a migc related accident that went unrecognized for many years. Her parents, Boris and Anya, run a small Russian restaurant and bakery (Petrova's) in an older district of London; the business has thrived thanks to the settling of Russians in the community.

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

House Request: No Preference

Personality: Zailey is a young, ambitious witch with an unusual streak of intelligence. Anything she sets her mind to, she can and will accomplish (even if she goes absolutely crazy doing it). At times, Zailey can come off aloof and disconnected but it is all part of her quirky charm; she will talk to anyone, about anything, sometimes at the most inappropriate times and it doesn't seem to faze her. If there is a joke to be made or an opportunity to brighten someone's day, she will seize the moment without a second of hesitation. Most would deem her outgoing, but her personality is a far-cry from 'popular'. Sometimes her sense of humor and her studious habits can take on a dark edge that some just don't appreciate.

Appearance: N/A

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

“Oh, come now!"

Astrid Bixby’s voice carried down the corridor, the tall blonde girl not far behind. Her interviewee – or victim, depending on perspective – turned a corner and she frowned. They were always so elusive when she needed them. Sure, they would talk as if there was no tomorrow during class, but once she actually needed them to say something, they were nowhere to be found. Gryffindors.

Flustered, Astrid stopped in the middle of the corridor and stared, her parchment hanging limply from her hand. She was a good reporter, really, and she always did her best to make sure that everything she wrote was accurate. She glanced down to the quill, eyeing it with disdain. It wasn't her fault if her quill misquoted. How was she supposed to know? It made for interesting articles, at least, and if she had misquoted the Head Boy last term as saying he had a love for stuffed animals, then that gave him personality. Astrid sighed.

A pout formed on her lips as she turned away, discouraged. The corridor was mercifully empty, though the doors to The Spellbound – the school newspaper – were ominously closed. Corbridge was a mercifully sweet editor, but Astrid was terrified of disappointing her all the same. She had to come back with quotes.
Her eyes, blue, trailed her surroundings before choosing a new path, and she turned down a new corridor. A figure was ahead, and her eyes lit up, an impossibly rosy smile blossoming across her lips.

“Hey!” Astrid called, her voice light and singsong. She trotted to catch the person, her shoes clicking on the stone floor. “Wait up! It’s for the paper!” Her legs aided her admittedly poor running, and Astrid gasped as she came closer. “What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

Zailey came to an abrupt stop, her concentration ruined by the shrill 'hey' from Astrid Bixby as she jaunted towards her. Eyeing her warily, Zailey double-checked her surroundings to confirm that she was the person Astrid was actually interviewing. Had it been any other day, the young raven-haired girl would have presented the older student with a satisfactory answer; unfortunately, Zailey had been so surprised and flustered that the only words she could manage to squeak out were "disgusting" and "bloody hell". Silently, she hoped that those two phrases would not be splashed on the front page.

Gathering her wits about her, the first year managed to clear her throat before attempting to answer Astrid's question. "I-I uh, I think frog legs are a horrendous choice. What's attractive about chopping off the upper body, skinning, and cooking a creature that is unsanitary and amphibious?" She inquired, noting to herself that there were many times growing up that she had partaken in a delicacy that she now abhorred. Flushing, she stared at Astrid with a rather blank look and awaited her reply.

You see, that was the funny thing about reporters. If they could get one answer out of you, they never stopped asking. Coincidently, they would hound you to death (literally) and then turn right around and publish your obituary and a great big front-page piece about how they either witnessed or inadvertently caused this tragedy. They didn't have boundaries, or even guidelines, they just kept pursuing until they were satisfied (which was rarely ever). Zailey hoped that her blank stare and sufficient answer would be enough to put off Astrid and send her packing.

→ ABOUT YOU.

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