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Elsewhere Accepted / Bryce & Co. Bakery
« on: 25/03/2014 at 05:48 »
You must have applied as an Elsewhere character before completing this permit.

Shop name: Bryce & Co. Bakery
Shop Type: Bakery (/cafe)
Location: Diagon Alley
Short Description (50 words max):
Quaint and homey, you'll find a variety of baked goods for every occasion, along with a place to relax, gossip, or catch up with old friends.
Long Description (200 words min):
The outside is a simple stone two-story, painted in bright pastels that draw the eye, and change color every month or so when the owner feels the need. A striped canopy hangs centrally above the wooden double doors with a large display window to either side, proclaiming “Bryce & Co. Bakery” in bold red letters. They show off baskets of the delicious breads available within, each loaf even taking to float and dance and spar one another when a customer gets close enough.

Inside, one is greeted with the chime of a bell and the warm scent of fresh bread. Old, warm woods make up the floor, tables and bookshelves. Books and knickknacks line the shelves, available for anyone to use — though a nasty curse awaits anyone who’d try to steal any of them.

The front half of the inside is home to an array of mismatched furniture, providing a seating area for those who wish to sit and enjoy their treats. There are comfy arm chairs with side-tables for those who want to be alone, and tables of various sizes with an interchangeable amount of cushioned wooden chairs around them for groups of people.

The lighting is mostly natural, with curtain-less wide windows to let in the sun. On dim, cloudy days, candles are lit above and on the tables.

The back half of the inside is the counter, old wood on top with a glass display case beneath, showing off treats such as cookies and single layer cakes. Behind the counter is a selving unit with a larger display of whatever pies, muffins, and bread were made that day.

Behind the counter is a wall painted whatever color the outside of the building is, with a large black board attached. A neat scrawl lists off the items and prices. Next to this is an open doorway to the kitchen, and to the very right of that is stairway that leads up to a two bedroom apartment belonging to Helen and her son, Eugene.

What purpose will this shop serve other than selling things and being the home of your character? Why would people want to RP there just for fun?
The warmth Helen brings with her could be comforting in light of the recent bombing. She opens her shop up to gossip, allowing others to sit around and talk for as long as they want to, even if they don’t buy anything. The new business would give opportunities for employment, allowing some characters the chance to maybe gain some cooking skill. It would give some competition to the Muffin Man in Hogsmeade Village, and it would also give players a homier, more relaxed place to RP at.

Elsewhere Accepted / Helen Katrina Bryce
« on: 23/03/2014 at 07:08 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

Character Name: Helen Katrina Bryce
Gender: Woman
Age: 34


Above bakery in Chicago, looking to move to Diagon Alley

Owner of Bryce & Co. Bakery

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?
Not an existing one, no. I would like to put in a shop permit after her approval for a bakery in Diagon Alley, though!

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: 10
  • Divination: 5
  • Transfiguration: 8
  • Summoning: 9
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
She is Eugene Bryce’s mother.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Eugene Bryce, Able Sorley, Lincoln Litchfield…

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Helen's forehead dotted with sweat as she mixed the dough in the quiet morning of the bakery.

Born to a rather questionably well-off pureblood family, the Torrio's, she'd been a Chicago socialite, and had never wanted for anything. Growing up, young Helen denied any rumors that her family may or may-not be involved in mafia activity with a shake of her blonde head and a trill of laughter that always convinced the asker that it had been such a silly thing to ask.

She graduated from Salem Institute, popular and the top of her class, with a mind for business and a skill with charms. Helen had just returned to Chicago after graduation, walking down a muggle street on her way to work, when she ran into a muggle man about her age.

His name was Henry Bryce, and he was very late for work. Henry apologized rounding on what must have been twenty times, even though Helen had said it was quite alright around the fifth. He was bashful, thick bodied with strong arms and a round face, and his bright eyes looked friendly, thoughtful.

Helen smiled and Henry seemed to melt.

After finding out he worked at the bakery she'd just been passing, Helen made sure to stop in every morning she passed it to work. She'd made a conscious effort to carry muggle money on her. Nobody asked her why. When she'd enter the bakery, she'd ask for whatever Henry had just made, be it a loaf of bread or a stack of cookies. They were always perfect and Henry always puffed up proudly after she left. One day when she entered, a large cookie the shape of a heart was waiting for her. They went on their first date that night and it was perfect.

Months later when Helen announced her engagement to a muggle man, her family was not happy. "Have you even told him you're a witch?" her sister had asked, and Helen bit her painted lip. She hadn't, wasn't sure she had planned to, but how could someone hide that? She loved Henry, she couldn't lie to him. Her family was so sure he'd balk at the reveal, call off the engagement, and so they sent her off to tell him.

At twenty-one years old, Helen Bryce was celebrating her two year anniversary with her husband. The bakery Henry had worked at had gone out of business, but with the money he had saved up over the years he acquired a building closer to the magical community, and together they spent their anniversary painting the walls with magic and muscle. With the skills Henry had acquired over the years, and Helen's love of business, they made Bryce and Co. Bakery a booming success.

A year later, Eugene was born, screaming and crying with a beat red face and a tuft of pale hair. Helen had never been so happy, teaching Eugene to walk in the sitting area of the bakery while Henry worked the register. Eugene was a good kid, quiet and bashful and smart, with his father's round face and bright blue eyes, and his mother's blond curls and infectious grin.

Without a sign of magical ability for the longest time, they enrolled their son to a public muggle school, just in case. He'd get picked on, occasionally. Henry would often find their boy in the alley with the gang of cats that lived there when it would happen. Helen would often find out who the bully was and storm down the culprits home.

And then suddenly Henry was gone. Dead. It felt like it wasn't real, more like a waking dream. She wasn't even really sure how it had happened, just that she'd woken up, cold, in a large bed one night. She was left with an awful sour feeling, and the echoing last words of, "I love you, Kat," whispered sleepily in her ear.

Eugene continued on okay, like he didn't really understand what was happening. Helen closed the bakery for a week, retaught herself all the tricks Henry had shown her over the years, and didn't allow herself to break down and grieve. She was never as good a cook as Henry had been, but she wasn't about to let the business go under.

When Eugene turned eleven, he was accepted into Salem Institute. Helen was proud, took him to get his wand and supplies, and sent him off with a kiss and the promise that his father was proud of him too, and would be watching over him. That was the loneliest year she had ever experienced. Or so she thought, until the next year when Salem closed and she sent her little Eugene overseas with his cat, to Hogwart's for a better education.

With Bryce and Co. starting to wane, parents long ago estranged, and her only son having to school out of the country, Helen felt it time for a change. The business she'd built with her husband was a ghost of what it once was, haunting her and weighing her down...

It the quiet morning of the bakery, Helen pushed the cookie dough into the shape of a large heart, and never turned the open sign over.

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.

Roleplay Response:
Helen's scuffed heals clicked as she scoped out the streets of Diagon Alley. She wasn't unaccustomed to the hustle and bustle of city life, of busy businesses and  the lunch rush moving through.

She'd never been to London before, but it wasn't much different from Chicago once you got down to it, really.

Shielding her eyes against the sun, Helen stopped at a corner to look around. Eugene was still in class, with no clue that she was making the move from America. After hearing about the bombing, she wanted nothing more than to be close to her son. But first she needed to secure a building...

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

Blonde ringlets bounced as she swiveled to the sound of the voice, eyes locking on the littler ginger mouse in the sea of legs. No one stopped to help her.

"Move it!" she snapped, pushing her way between two men, a whole head and shoulders taller than her. They glared at her and she glowered back with sharp eyes of ice before plucking up the heal.

Weren't foreign men supposed to be charming and gallant?

Helen moved to the girl, reaching out a hand to help her up and keeping her eyes on the crowd that moved around them, daring anyone to run into them.

"You alright, hun?"

How did you find us? Charles Kedding forever ago

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