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James St. Oswald

    (14/06/2017 at 00:00)
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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: James Edmund Typhon St. Oswald

Gender: Male

Age: 47

Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
Hogwarts, Slytherin ‘22

Residence:
Wizarding London, England, Great Britain

Occupation:
Gardener/Groundskeeper for a wealthy family in London, amateur Runologist

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: 12
  • Divination: 6
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 7

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:
Lucas St. Oswald, Aiden Duncan

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

Edward was the fourth child born to Henry and Rose Marie St. Oswald. Being the third son born to the couple, it was made abundantly clear from childhood that Edward would never be the head of the family. However, being a member of a well-known and well-respected Pureblood family, Edward was still forced to toe the line. Ever since he was a child, Edward had always wanted to become a runologist. However, his parents were not supportive of his career choice, as it was presumed high society would frown upon such a poor choice, and Edward was mediocre at runology at best. He was, therefore, forced to study law at his parents’ request and forgo his dreams of traveling the world and studying ancient runes. He had been reluctant to do so at the time, but Edward found some consolation. While studying law, he met a Muggleborn woman named Florence and quickly fell head over heels for her. As they were about to finish up law school together, Edward had plans to propose to Florence.

Unfortunately, when he approached his parents on the topic, they refused, as it would be unbecoming of a Pureblood to marry someone who brought them no status. His father, especially, was adamant that he cut off Florence completely and attempted to coerce him into a pre-arranged marriage. Edward, of course, refused to cooperate and rebelled against his parents. Being a grown adult at the time, he did not appreciate his parents attempting to treat him as a child. He cut himself off from his parents after a particularly heated conversation and never saw them again.

Hoping to start his life anew, without his parents hovering over him and controlling his every move like a puppet, Edward finally proposed to Florence. She, however, did not feel the same way that Edward did. She had another man in her life that she found she loved more. His parents’ meddling only further drove Florence away and into the arms of another man. Shortly after that, Edward completely cut off contact with Florence, though he had heard she moved to France with her new husband sometime later.

After the devastating heartbreak, Edward was never the same, becoming extremely jaded about romance and life in general. He completely cut himself off from his family, dropped out of law school and attempted to find his own way in life. For nearly his entire life, Edward bounced from odd job to odd job to make ends meet. Whether it was tending to various stores or clerical positions for bureaucrats or manual labor, Edward never stayed in the same job or the same place for very long. He especially never became attached to anyone ever since Florence left him. Ever since then, he had purposefully hardened his heart to prevent ever being crushed like that again.

As a result, Edward spends his days mostly as a hermit, not really having any friends or family members that he keeps in touch with or cares about.


Roleplay: 

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:

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Edward purposefully pushed past the girl without even acknowledging her, his expression remaining emotionless as usual. A bag of groceries, consisting of ingredients for a sad dinner for one, clutched loosely in his hand as he made his way back to his groundskeeper cottage. He had just spent an inordinate amount of time waiting behind a woman who attempted to haggle over every item she set on the counter. He truly had no desire to stop and chat with some scummy, lying reporter who would probably just misconstrue whatever he said. All he wanted to do right home was get back to his shoddy cottage and spend the rest of the day quietly reading a book without any other disruptions.

He had spent most of the day working for some Pureblood family whose name he really didn’t care about or want to know. It wasn’t necessarily backbreaking work, as he had been mostly tending to their extravagant garden filled with exotic magical plants and dainty flowers. However, Edward was still dead tired. He barely even wanted to cook today, but it was either cooking or starving. And the starving option was not all that tempting, at least not at the moment. That, combined with the squawking woman behind him, put Edward in an extremely foul mood. He was about one more badgering question away from hexing the woman.

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

He had nearly gotten to the edge of the street and was about to cross when he heard a dull thud and the cry for help behind him. Edward slowly turned around and saw the annoying reporter clawing her way through the crowd like a maniac, apparently looking for a shoe. Edward sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. Even in his grumpy state, he was compelled to help this moron. He slowly sauntered over to the woman, taking out his wand as he did so. Despite the large crowd of people, Edward was able to quickly find the heel still wedged in the cobblestone streets a little further down the street.

“Accio,” he said lazily, while waving his wand toward the shoe. It zoomed towards him and he caught it, still with the same expression as though he wanted to be anywhere but in the middle of the street. He then tossed it to the frantic lady unceremoniously. He then coldly said, “Perhaps if you spent less time hounding me and sticking your large nose in the business of others, this would not have happened.” He was in no mood to suffer fools at the moment.

OTHER
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* Anneka Ivanova

    (17/06/2017 at 17:42)
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Hi James!

Everything looks great, except I'm a little confused. I'm assuming that James goes by his middle name? But his name says James Edmund, yet everything else says Edward?

If you could clear this up, and post your entire revised application below, we'll be happy to take another look!
and if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free
to those who ground me, take a message back from me
tell them how I am defying gravity

James St. Oswald

    (19/06/2017 at 03:44)
  • Gardener/Groundskeeper & Amateur Runologist
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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: James Edmund Typhon St. Oswald

Gender: Male

Age: 47

Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
Hogwarts, Slytherin ‘22

Residence:
Wizarding London, England, Great Britain

Occupation:
Gardener/Groundskeeper for a wealthy family in London, amateur Runologist

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: 12
  • Divination: 6
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 7

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:
Lucas St. Oswald, Aiden Duncan

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

James was the fourth child born to Henry and Rose Marie St. Oswald. Being the third son born to the couple, it was made abundantly clear from childhood that James would never be the head of the family. However, being a member of a well-known and well-respected Pureblood family, James was still forced to toe the line. Ever since he was a child, James had always wanted to become a runologist. However, his parents were not supportive of his career choice, as it was presumed high society would frown upon such a poor choice, and James was mediocre at runology at best. He was, therefore, forced to study law at his parents’ request and forgo his dreams of traveling the world and studying ancient runes. He had been reluctant to do so at the time, but James found some consolation. While studying law, he met a Muggleborn woman named Florence and quickly fell head over heels for her. As they were about to finish up law school together, James had plans to propose to Florence.

Unfortunately, when he approached his parents on the topic, they refused, as it would be unbecoming of a Pureblood to marry someone who brought them no status. His father, especially, was adamant that he cut off Florence completely and attempted to coerce him into a pre-arranged marriage. James, of course, refused to cooperate and rebelled against his parents. Being a grown adult at the time, he did not appreciate his parents attempting to treat him as a child. He cut himself off from his parents after a particularly heated conversation and never saw them again.

Hoping to start his life anew, without his parents hovering over him and controlling his every move like a puppet, James finally proposed to Florence. She, however, did not feel the same way that James did. She had another man in her life that she found she loved more. His parents’ meddling only further drove Florence away and into the arms of another man. Shortly after that, James completely cut off contact with Florence, though he had heard she moved to France with her new husband sometime later.
 
After the devastating heartbreak, James was never the same, becoming extremely jaded about romance and life in general. He completely cut himself off from his family, dropped out of law school and attempted to find his own way in life. For nearly his entire life, James bounced from odd job to odd job to make ends meet. Whether it was tending to various stores or clerical positions for bureaucrats or manual labor, James never stayed in the same job or the same place for very long. He especially never became attached to anyone ever since Florence left him. Ever since then, he had purposefully hardened his heart to prevent ever being crushed like that again.

As a result, James spends his days mostly as a hermit, not really having any friends or family members that he keeps in touch with or cares about.


Roleplay: 

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:

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

James purposefully pushed past the girl without even acknowledging her, his expression remaining emotionless as usual. A bag of groceries, consisting of ingredients for a sad dinner for one, clutched loosely in his hand as he made his way back to his groundskeeper cottage. He had just spent an inordinate amount of time waiting behind a woman who attempted to haggle over every item she set on the counter. He truly had no desire to stop and chat with some scummy, lying reporter who would probably just misconstrue whatever he said. All he wanted to do right home was get back to his shoddy cottage and spend the rest of the day quietly reading a book without any other disruptions.

He had spent most of the day working for some Pureblood family whose name he really didn’t care about or want to know. It wasn’t necessarily backbreaking work, as he had been mostly tending to their extravagant garden filled with exotic magical plants and dainty flowers. However, James was still dead tired. He barely even wanted to cook today, but it was either cooking or starving. And the starving option was not all that tempting, at least not at the moment. That, combined with the squawking woman behind him, put James in an extremely foul mood. He was about one more badgering question away from hexing the woman.

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

He had nearly gotten to the edge of the street and was about to cross when he heard a dull thud and the cry for help behind him. James slowly turned around and saw the annoying reporter clawing her way through the crowd like a maniac, apparently looking for a shoe. James sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. Even in his grumpy state, he was compelled to help this moron. He slowly sauntered over to the woman, taking out his wand as he did so. Despite the large crowd of people, James was able to quickly find the heel still wedged in the cobblestone streets a little further down the street.

“Accio,” he said lazily, while waving his wand toward the shoe. It zoomed towards him and he caught it, still with the same expression as though he wanted to be anywhere but in the middle of the street. He then tossed it to the frantic lady unceremoniously. He then coldly said, “Perhaps if you spent less time hounding me and sticking your large nose in the business of others, this would not have happened.” He was in no mood to suffer fools at the moment.

OTHER

How did you find us? Google

***Apologies for the confusion on the previous application. Last-minute changes were made that didn't seem to take in the transition. Let me know if there are any other issues you find and I would be happy to clear them up.

* Anneka Ivanova

    (19/06/2017 at 12:16)
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Accepted!
and if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free
to those who ground me, take a message back from me
tell them how I am defying gravity

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