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Character Classifieds / Re: Sample Character Classifieds
« Last post by Cladis Perses Gallion on 13/07/2018 at 12:15 »
FAMILY NAME HERE

FAMILY MOTTO HERE

Family info here. The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan. Under my battlements. Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood. Stop up the access and passage to remorse, that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between the effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry “Hold, hold!” The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan. Under my battlements. Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood. Stop up the access and passage to remorse, that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between the effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry “Hold, hold!”


adoptables

firstname surname
 d.o.b | FC | house | etc. | etc.
OPEN/TAKEN

character bio and information goes here!

firstname surname
 d.o.b | FC | house | etc. | etc.
OPEN/TAKEN

character bio and information goes here!


rules for adoptions

The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan. Under my battlements. Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood. Stop up the access and passage to remorse, that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between the effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry “Hold, hold!” The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan. Under my battlements. Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood. Stop up the access and passage to remorse, that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between the effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry “Hold, hold!”

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 d.o.b | FC | house | etc. | etc.
OPEN/TAKEN

character bio and information goes here![/div][/div][/div]

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 d.o.b | FC | house | etc. | etc.
OPEN/TAKEN

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[div style="width:400px;font-family:times;font-size:9.5px;letter-spacing:3px;color:#000;line-height:10ppx;text-transform:lowercase;text-align:center;font-style:italic;"]rules for adoptions[/div]

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Character Classifieds / Sample Character Classifieds
« Last post by Cladis Perses Gallion on 13/07/2018 at 12:13 »

family name

family motto here



firstname last name
 d.o.b | FC | house | etc. | etc.
OPEN/TAKEN

character bio and information goes here!

firstname last name
 d.o.b | FC | house | etc. | etc.
OPEN/TAKEN

character bio and information goes here!

firstname last name
 d.o.b | FC | house | etc. | etc.
OPEN/TAKEN

character bio and information goes here!






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 d.o.b | FC | house | etc. | etc.
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 d.o.b | FC | house | etc. | etc.
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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Reginald Lark | Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 02/07/2018 at 08:43 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8178.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Reginald Lark | Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 02/07/2018 at 08:42 »
Accepted!

(Also, just a reminder that if you want to thread out any darker plots on the board and/or use any magical artifacts that haven't been already approved, you'll need to check in with us first.)
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Reginald Lark | Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Reginald Lark on 02/07/2018 at 08:36 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Reginald Lark
Gender: Male.
Age: 60.
Blood Status: Pure.

Education: (Note: all dates are here given as post-Time Warp- Reg is oblivious to the warp, having transitioned to the new timeline effortlessly.)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 1904-1908 (dropped out in fear of expulsion); personal tutor in Hong Kong, 1908-1909

Residence:
Recently returned to the Lark House, a large Manor hidden in Walthamstow, a London Borough.

Occupation:
Dealer in Dark Arts Artifacts (official), Murderer (hobby)

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?
As required.

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: 12
  • Divination: 13
  • Transfiguration: 10
  • Summoning: 8
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Not at this time.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Newton MacDonald, Irma Wolffe, Brick Dumay, Marvin Fleisher, Mindy Toomey, Amos Feinbary.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
The Pre-History: Marta Lark had seven children in her lifetime. Six were stillborn. Reginald was the death of her.

Reginald led a charmed life, what with his father being the Ministry's Ambassador to Hong Kong, and his mother being dead. How she died, Reg never knew, nor did he ever really think to ask. He was too busy abusing the help, eating exotic cuisine, and indulging in whatever it was that he was interested in that week.

He was spoiled, sure. He was a fast learner, and his father was an excellent role model for the type of person Reg wanted to become. His Father had a different girl on his arm almost every time Reg saw him, and more than once, two or three trailing behind. He drank too much and indulged in far too many of the muggles' mind-altering concoctions. Reginald idolized his lecherous father.

And when Reginald turned 11, his father insisted he attend England's finest Wizarding School, to be a fine Slytherin like he had been, and his father before him. Reg was moved back to England, where he attended Hogwarts School...

...as a Hufflepuff. This outraged his father, who threatened feebily to have the Headmaster sacked, but it was to no avail. Reg was a Hufflepuff, and that was that.

His daily owls and weekly packages of exotic sweets from his father were enough to make him a somewhat popular boy in school, despite his abysmal marks and obnoxious personality. He flaunted his wealth at any opportunity. He never participated in extracurricular activities, preferring to spend his time with one fellow student or another. He gained a bit of a reputation for ruining the reputations of any girl he dated.

In early spring, 1908, a particularly nasty scandal erupted involving himself and a young Gryffindor girl. Reg left the school in shame, though he himself felt no remorse. It had been a triumph, not a downfall. He returned to the Embassy in Hong Kong.  The Gryffindor girl left Hogwarts soon afterward, and then she abruptly came up missing. Though nothing could ever be proved, it was rumored that Ambassador Lark had his hand in the disappearance.

Reg continued his education under the tutelage of Madam Wong, a farce of a teacher whom Reg stepped on every chance he could. On his 17th birthday, she was fired. Two days later, the world was shocked when news reports of Conspiracy against the Crown same forth against Ambassador Lark. Later that same afternoon, Madam Wong turned up dead at the border to China.

His father ousted from his position, the family fortune seized; Reg returned to London, penniless and unsure of his future. It was then that the Hyadum approached him.  The Lustrous Order of Hyadum is a secret society of the seventh children born of a wizard or witch. It had only recently discovered that Reginald was in fact eligible for membership. He began to work for them in Dark Artifact Retrieval and Research, and as the money began to flow, Reg returned to his father's way. His way.

The MacDonald.  A few years later, Reg met up with and befriended Newton MacDonald, a fellow Hyadum member.  They were as different as night and day, but worked together so much that they learned to appeciate the other's company.  Like everything else in life, he saw Newton as a bit of a plaything- a dumb animal to be played with until it stopped respecting him, and then destroyed quietly.

Enter Bridgit Wilkinson- a pretty blonde airhead who was good for a snog and little else.  The day the girl showed interest in Newton and not him was the day he decided Newt needed to go.  But, rather than just dispatch him outright (a messy, sloppy idea that wouldn't do well to keep him in good standing with the Hyadum) he concocted an elaborate plan involving the poor Scot's little sister.

He kidnapped the girl, then a 3rd year Ravenclaw at Hogwarts, and left ample and easy clues (and a useful Dark Arts artifact) to get the elder brother to follow- which he did.  He would lead the man on a goose chase, corner him in a dark corner of some 3rd-world country, and remove him from the equation.

The girl was just collateral damage.

He didn't expect Newton to be so dogged or damnably thorough in his chase- and eventually he found himself on the run for real.  What was meant to take a few short weeks turned into months- three years.  Newton had come to believe at this point that his sister was dead- a false presumption, as Reg had left her months before to an opium den in Hong Kong; alone, pregnant, and voided of memory with Obliviate.  In truth, Reg had gotten bored of the adventure and had discarded her; he was prepared to throw a towel in on the whole mess and start again elsewhere.

But Newt doggedly pursued, found him hiding in a little village, and they did have a showdown- in a warzone in the middle of French Indochina (Vietnam).  The scorned older brother was vicious and nearly killed Reginald, when the invading muggle forces attacked and blew up the hut they were in.  Newton was taken prisoner.  Reg was left for dead.

An artifact on his person- a Heartstone- refused to let him die.  He came out of the ordeal burned and broken, his blood forever poisoned by the dark magic that kept him alive (the artifact was rendered useless by it).  He went into hiding.

Back to Britain. Reg has returned to Britain quietly, working in the shadows and avoiding confrontation when possible.  His money comes from his dealings in illegal artifacts; his passion has turned to murder.  He has, since his return in 1946, caused the death of five witches- housewives of no consequence, their deaths ruled suicides or accidents.  No money was taken, no telling leads at all.  Two prominent figures- a husband and wife of some authority in fashion circles- were found dead in their home recently.  Same MO- no money was taken, no sign of dispute or any real reason for the foul play.

Reg did it for fun.  He has also caused three wizard businessmen to come up missing over the past three years- again with no clues as to why they would be targeted.  No money missing.  No ransom or paper trail, no obvious reason for their disappearance at all.  He simply chose and made it happen.  And since discovering his foil- the man who nearly killed him- is alive and well in London?

Reginald Lark is planning to kill Newton MacDonald next.

He was contacted recently by an 'admirer' for his creativity and ingenuity.  Someone in the seedy underbelly recognizes his talent- finally.  His expertise, influence, and relative availability to acquire Dark Artifacts as needed makes him a valuable ally.  Just don't cross him.


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.

Roleplay Response:
Dejīng jièzhǐ, a goblin ring from Hong Kong, gave him a glamer of a man much younger, much handsomer, and certainly less broken; or an ugly little Asian goblin; or a twisted, even darker version of his own face.  But today, he was the handsome young man.  It was painful to wear- it pinched the skin and made sudden movements more difficult, but it also let him walk around in public without being reviled.  The scars on his face made children cry and women faint- so the ring was a must in public.

He was upset, a little- his contact hadn't shown for their rendezvous and his plans had been set back by weeks as a result.  To make things worse, there was a crowd on the street, and the more eyes there were to fool, the better his chances that someone would see through his glamer.  It was not a good time to be in a bad mood.

In a heartbeat- a tortured, grey-black heartbeat- a reasonably pretty young woman made a scene in the street; his next potential victim revealed herself to him as clearly as if a sign from the Powers Above.  He approached her when others were rushing past, made time while others were ignoring her.

He offered her a hand, "Ma'am, are you alright?" he asked with such a charismatic smile he dripped with charm, "Nothing a quick Reparo won't fix.  You'll be right as rain!"  If all went well, he'd convince her to have a drink.  He'd learn her name, gain her trust.  If he could, he'd get her back to her home.  Hers would be 'accidental', that much he knew already.  The details would come to him as he got to know her.

It would be boring, otherwise.


OTHER
How did you find us? Other
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Elsewhere Accepted / Reginald Lark | Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Reginald Lark on 01/07/2018 at 03:01 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Reginald Lark
Gender: Male.
Age: 60.
Blood Status: Pure.

Education: (Note: all dates are here given as post-Time Warp- Reg is oblivious to the warp, having transitioned to the new timeline effortlessly.)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 1904-1908 (dropped out in fear of expulsion); personal tutor in Hong Kong, 1908-1909

Residence:
Recently returned to the Lark House, a large Manor hidden in Walthamstow, a London Borough.

Occupation:
Dealer in Dark Arts Artifacts (official), Murderer (hobby)

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?
As required.

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: 12
  • Divination: 13
  • Transfiguration: 10
  • Summoning: 8
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Not at this time.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Newton MacDonald, Irma Wolffe, Brick Dumay, Marvin Fleisher, Mindy Toomey, Amos Feinbary.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
The Pre-History: Marta Lark had seven children in her lifetime. Six were stillborn. Reginald was the death of her.

Reginald led a charmed life, what with his father being the Ministry's Ambassador to Hong Kong, and his mother being dead. How she died, Reg never knew, nor did he ever really think to ask. He was too busy abusing the help, eating exotic cuisine, and indulging in whatever it was that he was interested in that week.

He was spoiled, sure. He was a fast learner, and his father was an excellent role model for the type of person Reg wanted to become. His Father had a different girl on his arm almost every time Reg saw him, and more than once, two or three trailing behind. He drank too much and indulged in far too many of the muggles' mind-altering concoctions. Reginald idolized his lecherous father.

And when Reginald turned 11, his father insisted he attend England's finest Wizarding School, to be a fine Slytherin like he had been, and his father before him. Reg was moved back to England, where he attended Hogwarts School...

...as a Hufflepuff. This outraged his father, who threatened feebily to have the Headmaster sacked, but it was to no avail. Reg was a Hufflepuff, and that was that.

His daily owls and weekly packages of exotic sweets from his father were enough to make him a somewhat popular boy in school, despite his abysmal marks and obnoxious personality. He flaunted his wealth at any opportunity. He never participated in extracurricular activities, preferring to spend his time with one fellow student or another. He gained a bit of a reputation for ruining the reputations of any girl he dated.

In early spring, 1908, a particularly nasty scandal erupted involving himself and a young Gryffindor girl. Reg left the school in shame, though he himself felt no remorse. It had been a triumph, not a downfall. He returned to the Embassy in Hong Kong.  The Gryffindor girl left Hogwarts soon afterward, and then she abruptly came up missing. Though nothing could ever be proved, it was rumored that Ambassador Lark had his hand in the disappearance.

Reg continued his education under the tutelage of Madam Wong, a farce of a teacher whom Reg stepped on every chance he could. On his 17th birthday, she was fired. Two days later, the world was shocked when news reports of Conspiracy against the Crown same forth against Ambassador Lark. Later that same afternoon, Madam Wong turned up dead at the border to China.

He returned to London, penniless and unsure of his future. It was then that the Hyadum approached him.  The Lustrous Order of Hyadum is a secret society of the seventh children born of a wizard or witch. It had only recently discovered that Reginald was in fact eligible for membership. He began to work for them in Dark Artifact Retrieval and Research, and as the money began to flow, Reg returned to his father's way. His way.

The MacDonald.  A few years later, Reg met up with and befriended Newton MacDonald, a fellow Hyadum member.  They were as different as night and day, but worked together so much that they learned to appeciate the other's company.  Like everything else in life, he saw Newton as a bit of a plaything- a dumb animal to be played with until it stopped respecting him, and then destroyed quietly.

Enter Bridgit Wilkinson- a pretty blonde airhead who was good for a snog and little else.  The day the girl showed interest in Newton and not him was the day he decided Newt needed to go.  But, rather than just dispatch him outright (a messy, sloppy idea that wouldn't do well to keep him in good standing with the Hyadum) he concocted an elaborate plan involving the poor Scot's little sister.

He kidnapped the girl, then a 3rd year Ravenclaw at Hogwarts, and left ample and easy clues (and a useful Dark Arts artifact) to get the elder brother to follow- which he did.  He would lead the man on a goose chase, corner him in a dark corner of some 3rd-world country, and remove him from the equation.

The girl was just collateral damage.

He didn't expect Newton to be so dogged or damnably thorough in his chase- and eventually he found himself on the run for real.  What was meant to take a few short weeks turned into months- three years.  Newton had come to believe at this point that his sister was dead- a false presumption, as Reg had left her months before to an opium den in Hong Kong; alone, pregnant, and voided of memory with Obliviate.  In truth, Reg had gotten bored of the adventure and had discarded her; he was prepared to throw a towel in on the whole mess and start again elsewhere.

But Newt doggedly pursued, found him hiding in a little village, and they did have a showdown- in a warzone in the middle of French Indochina (Vietnam).  The scorned older brother was vicious and nearly killed Reginald, when the invading muggle forces attacked and blew up the hut they were in.  Newton was taken prisoner.  Reg was left for dead.

An artifact on his person- a Heartstone- refused to let him die.  He came out of the ordeal burned and broken, his blood forever poisoned by the dark magic that kept him alive (the artifact was rendered useless by it).  He went into hiding.

Back to Britain. Reg has returned to Britain quietly, working in the shadows and avoiding confrontation when possible.  His money comes from his dealings in illegal artifacts; his passion has turned to murder.  He has, since his return in 1946, caused the death of five witches- housewives of no consequence, their deaths ruled suicides or accidents.  No money was taken, no telling leads at all.  Two prominent figures- a husband and wife of some authority in fashion circles- were found dead in their home recently.  Same MO- no money was taken, no sign of dispute or any real reason for the foul play.

Reg did it for fun.  He has also caused three wizard businessmen to come up missing over the past three years- again with no clues as to why they would be targeted.  No money missing.  No ransom or paper trail, no obvious reason for their disappearance at all.  He simply chose and made it happen.  And since discovering his foil- the man who nearly killed him- is alive and well in London?

Reginald Lark is planning to kill Newton MacDonald next.

He was contacted recently by an 'admirer' for his creativity and ingenuity.  Someone in the seedy underbelly recognizes his talent- finally.  His expertise, influence, and relative availability to acquire Dark Artifacts as needed makes him a valuable ally.  Just don't cross him.


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.

Roleplay Response:
Dejīng jièzhǐ, a goblin ring from Hong Kong, gave him a glamer of a man much younger, much handsomer, and certainly less broken; or an ugly little Asian goblin; or a twisted, even darker version of his own face.  But today, he was the handsome young man.  It was painful to wear- it pinched the skin and made sudden movements more difficult, but it also let him walk around in public without being reviled.  The scars on his face made children cry and women faint- so the ring was a must in public.

He was upset, a little- his contact hadn't shown for their rendezvous and his plans had been set back by weeks as a result.  To make things worse, there was a crowd on the street, and the more eyes there were to fool, the better his chances that someone would see through his glamer.  It was not a good time to be in a bad mood.

In a heartbeat- a tortured, grey-black heartbeat- a reasonably pretty young woman made a scene in the street; his next potential victim revealed herself to him as clearly as if a sign from the Powers Above.  He approached her when others were rushing past, made time while others were ignoring her.

He offered her a hand, "Ma'am, are you alright?" he asked with such a charismatic smile he dripped with charm, "Nothing a quick Reparo won't fix.  You'll be right as rain!"  If all went well, he'd convince her to have a drink.  He'd learn her name, gain her trust.  If he could, he'd get her back to her home.  Hers would be 'accidental', that much he knew already.  The details would come to him as he got to know her.

It would be boring, otherwise.


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THE MATRIARCHAL LINE



Those in the matriarchal line hold the highest positions of power and influence within the family, but one must remember that with power comes great responsibility. They help to assist the Mambo in protecting the family as well as their Vodou faith, and the adults often dedicate their time to being mentors and teachers to the younger generation that too must learn the faith, their traditions, and their trade to ensure the family's survival.

ONYEKA ADIYA
THE MAMBO
Onyeka Adiya Belizaire is the Matriarch and Mambo of the Belizaire family. She is in her mid-fifties and resides in a large wooden cottage hand built by her late husband in the forests of Somerset, not far from the family temple.

She is stern but fair and a devout pacifist. Loves nature.

FC: Eartha Kitt. NPC.

















TROGON COTTAGE

Named after the native bird of Haiti, Trogon Cottage is situated on the outskirts of the forest that houses the Belizaire Temple, allowing the mambo's first born and her family to carry out their duties with ease.

Inhabitants:   ESPÉRANCE NADIYO (mother)
                          Francillion Anodi (Father)
                          Pharah Ophazi
                          Toussaint Laurent
                          Victoire Ezne Belizaire
                          Lilou FRANCESKA

              PETS:   THREAD SNAKES (TOUSSAINT)
                          A BAT (VICTOIRE)
                          2 GOATS (LILOU)






















Espérance Nadiyo, 38, first in line

Espérance is first in line to become the family mambo and is highly praised by the community. Her intuition is impressive as well as her generosity, often making her the light their family turns to in times of darkness. She feels most herself when surrounded by nature and carries with her an exceptional moral compass.

FC: Yasmin Warsame. NPC.
Francillion Anodi, 41

Francillion (nee. Ironsi) is Espérance's husband and is a humble herbologist and specialise in the cultivation of crops. He was born in Nigeria and is quiet, introspective, and his wife’s greatest supporter as well as a devoted father figure to his own children as well as their cousins. He is happiest at home working the fields and forests, often sending relatives to sell their crops in near by markets.

FC: Ger Duany. NPC.
Pharah Ophazi, age 14

Pharah is a Slytherin at Hogwarts and second in line, behind her Mother Espérance, to become Mambo. Like her mother, she has an exceptional moral compass, but often follows her head valuing logic and rationale rather than her heart. Her greatest fear is not being able to fill the shoes and continue the legacy her mother will leave behind.

FC: Riley Montana. Reserved.
Toussaint Laurent, age 12

Toussaint is a Gryffindor at Hogwarts School and Espérance’s oldest son. He is closest to his cousin Cupidot and spends more time at his aunt Séverine’s home than his own. This resulted in a proud little boy with great ambition, but also encouraged a more devious, selfish side to him which morally conflicts him. He has several thread snakes as pets, all named after flowers.

FC: Adonis Bosso. Taken.
Victoire Eznet, age 9

Victoire is third in line behind her mother and older sister. She exhibits her mother's best traits, her generosity in particular, and she isn't concerned about becoming the family mambo. She knows she can preserve and protect their faith and family without a position of power. She will be a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts, and often finds herself coming home with injured animals she nurses back to health.

FC: Tami Williams. Open.
Lilou Franceska, age 7

Lilou is fourth in line and very aware of the fact she'll never get to be or do the things her mother and grandmother can - at least to the same extent. She is mischievous and envious of how people linger on their every word, and at the moment romantices the position as if it's comparable to that of princesses in fairytales. She will be a Slytherin and in her free time likes to practice traditional dance.

FC: Malaika Firth. Open.


HEMLOCK HOUSE

Situated near Watchet, Somerset, Hemlock House sits on a river within a town and consists of three floors - each of course charmed to appear larger - and one of being solely utilised for Séverine's work in potioneering and expertise in poisons.

Inhabitants:   Séverine Victoire (Mother)
                          Cupidot Thierry
                          Juliette Fabienne
                          Lovelie Zaïre
                          Bebe Mercidieu

 Family Pets:   Rhino Iguana (Séverine)
                         Stick Insect (Cupidot)
                         






















Séverine Victoire, 36, fifth in line

Séverine is a fiercely independant woman that is known for her scathing stare and quick tongue. She particularly enjoys playing devil's advocate to irritate her older sister. She is a devoted and loving mother, and despite also being somewhat of a romantic she is yet to find a man worthy of being called husband due to high standards and the upmost respect for her family and culture. She is a master potioneer and specialises in rare poisons, often being employed by law enforcement.

FC: Naomi Campbell. Taken.
Cupidot Thierry, Age 11

Cupidot is a Slytherin at Hogwarts school and is Séverine's oldest child. Much to everyone's dismay, he takes after his mother a little too much. He is fiercely independant and outspoken, and he often butts heads with his family, including his mother, which results in a slap across the skull. He has inherited his family's talent for potions and possesses a particular interest in entimology.

FC: Daje Badour. Taken.
Juliette Fabienne, age 10

Juliette is Séverine's oldest daughter. She's ultra competitive with her eldest brother and regularly fights others on the best way to accomplish things. She always sides with her mother and is incredibly judgmental. Her handwriting is  incredibly neat and she keeps her belongings tidy and precise. Many people find her to be difficult to be around, except for those with the most backbone to withstand her prickly side. She will be a Slytherin at Hogwarts.

FC: Jourdan Dunn. Open.
Lovelie Zaïre, age 8

Lovelie is incredibly sarcastic and sharp tongued, often bickering with her two eldest siblings. Once she begins talking, she can dicatate for hours on her opinions, much to the annoyance of her family members. She takes on a usually frank tone which lacks any pretention to grace or tact. She collecting wildflowers and pressing them in notebooks. Her bedroom wall is filled with frames of her favorites. She will be a Slytherin at Hogwarts.

FC: Aya Jones. Reserved.
Bebe Mercidieu, age 2

Aside from her rhinosaurus iguana, little Bebe is his mother's pride and joy. He is a happy toddler, and finds particular amusement in watching his siblings get smacked up the head whenever they step out of line. He will grow to be a gentle giant and will be sorted into Hufflepuff at Hogwarts.

FC: Undecided. Closed.


1E SEYMOUR AVE.

Situated near Bridgwater, Somerset, Mercidieu Jr. and his family live in an apartment that he personally converted into 2 floors. He is the furthest from their mother, the mambo, wanting to achieve great personal success without abandoning family responsibilities.

Inhabitants:   Mercidieu Jr.  (Father)
                          Jozamine Éloise (Mother)
                          Vilsaint Claude
                          Dieubelle Serès

 Family Pets:   Ashy-Faced Owl (family)
                         






















Mercidieu Junior, 35, Cursebreaker

Growing up, Mercidieu and his dominant personality was often at odds with his father until his untimely death, as a result of a Vodou curse, when Mercidieu was just 15. This is what inspired his career in curses and cursebreaking. Despite the matriarchal hierarchy of his family, Mercidieu was generally flippant towards many of the women in his life until his mother put down her foot – struggling even then to assert himself. He is gregarious, loves attention, and taking the lead. He was (at least for a time, perhaps still) a womanzier.

FC: Tyson Beckford. Open.
Jozamine Éloise, 33, Nurse

Jozamine met Mercidieu working as a nurse for a cursed patient at St. Mungos, and has since remained one of the only women to command his attention and respect with little effort. Despite wholeheartedly converting to Vodou, she remains the one in law yet to gain the respect of the Mambo. Jozamine can be as cruel as she is loving, with how she treats others being almost solely dependant on how people treat her.

Suggested FC: Antonia Thomas. Open.
Vilsaint Claude, age 12

Vilsaint is the oldest of Mercidieu's two children and the apple of his eye, however Vilsaint is silently resentful of his father's attention and expectations. He embraces the influence the Belizaire women, and has grown into an empathetic boy that cherishes every moment he gets with his grandmother. It is with her he is gaining a particularly impressive talent in cooking. He is a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts.

FC: Reece King. Open.

Dieubelle Serès, age 9

Little Dieubelle, despite being so small, has an abnormal abundance of energy. With her brother away at Hogwarts most of the year, she can often be found with her cousins during the day whilst their parents are at work, climbing trees and trying to escape from familial duties. She will be a Gryffindor at Hogwarts.

FC: Melodie Monrose. Open.

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