Bailey McCormick | Elsewhere Adult

[Bailey McCormick]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Bailey McCormick
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Blood Status: Muggleborn

Education:
Slytherin '38

Residence:
He is currently moving to London

Occupation
Hit Wizard

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?
The Ministry

Requested Magic Levels:
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• Charms: 10
• Divination: 5
• Transfiguration: 7
• Summoning: 10

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:
Type your response here.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
”Thank you for coming in, Mr. McCormick. I see you have applied for a promotion, is that correct?”

“Well, I reckon so,”

”Tell me about yourself.”

“Not much to tell, love.”

”Why don’t you try.”

“Hmm, well, I suppose it started on January 6th, 1921. Mum had me in the bath tub. Ya see, I came too early;  her  and me da weren’t prepared.  Finlay, my older brother, always likes to tell me how ugly I was when I came out of her—err, how I came into this bloody world. He was always a jokester growing up, but the War changed him….”

”Changed him?”

“Yeah, changed him. We talkin’ ‘bout me, or my brother, miss?”

”Continue, Mr. McCormick.”

“Two years after I was born came little Joseph. Took ‘im a bit to show his magic. We almost thought didn’t have any but when Louis came in….1925, I fink,  the jealousy was fierce,” laughs. “Little Louie kept ‘losing’ his dummy. Finking ‘bout it now, it was a bit cruel of Joey but he was too young to know right from wrong.”

”Is Joseph your brother that died during the War?

“Yes, he’s deceased.”

”Let’s move on to your school career.”

“Uh, it was like every other teenager’s.  Slytherin was my house, same as Joey’s.  Finn and Louie were sorted in Ravenclaw. Never made sense to me, considering I’ve always been smarter than Finn. I played Quidditch, Chaser to be exact, but I really excelled in Dueling. Big shocker there, huh?” laughs.

”What did you do after school was finished?”

“I did my internship and schooling at the Ministry. Didn’t take me long to reach Hit Wizard status. The only fing I’ve ever really been good at.”

”Thank you, Bailey. We shall get back to you immediately.”

“Alright, love. Busy later?”


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:
The day was like any other. After a long day's hard work, dinner was a long awaited prize. With the Hexenreich in every lurking corner, the former Slytherin found himself on edge. With his wand up his sleeve, the man was always prepared for a duel. The extremists had no problem exposing themselves to innocent bystanders. No one was safe. How long could this possibly last, no one knew.

Lost in these vengeful thoughts, he accidentally brushed against a young girl. With a smile, he offered his apologies and continued along his way to the Grubstake. A whiskey sounded amazing, maybe some fish and chips. Honestly, anything would work. The day had been too busy for lunch, and his stomach's growling was ringing in his ears.

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

Perking up, he turned his head looking through the crowds for the frantic voice. If no one was paying attention, the woman could be trampled to death. That would definitely weigh down his conscience, and boy, it was heavy enough already. He squeezed through the walking residents, eyes darting through the various shapes and sizes. There. The woman was on the ground, and it didn't long for him to reach her side. (after shoving a few slow patrons out of the way)

"Need help, miss?"

He offered his hand to the woman.




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