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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Andromeda Wagner
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-three
Blood Status: Muddled Halfblood Ancestry
Education: Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Faked)
Residence: Mediocre flat in Wizarding London
Occupation: Currently Figuring That Out, Previously part of Ilvermorny school staff
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?: Possible Floo Network Regulator for the Ministry's Floo Network Authority
Requested Magic Levels: [Shall Request Exceptional Levels Soon]
- Charms: 8
- Divination: 5
- Transfiguration: 11
- Summoning: 8
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? Nope.
Please list any other characters you already have at the site: Adrian Alric
BiographyAndromeda was born to her single mother in one of the muggle boroughs outside New York City-proper. Her early life is quite blurred for her at this point in her existence. She only ever remembers the smells of the restaurant they lived above, the sound of her mother arguing with her estranged father (a man who she has seen so little of in this early stage that she only remembers him from this vantage point), and construction. Always construction.
Her only vivid memory came when she first discovered her magic. It had been a cold day in winter. They lacked any means of heating up their tiny apartment, needing to huddle together under makeshift comforters to not suffer from frostbite. Andy had wished that they were warm, enough so that she lit a fire right between them. Unfortunately, that fire almost ballooned to something her mother could not contain. It was from there that her mother explained that her father was a wizard, and that she could do magic. She would never go to the school that man went to, some Pig-school in England, and to her credit, her mother tried to prepare Andy for the rigors of being a muggle-raised witch.
This led to the date where her life truly began: New Years, 1937. She remembered holding the wand her mother gifted her (procured from her estranged father), only a few months away from starting school. Even if she knew that Ilvermorny, the school of her dreams, gave out wands to students when they enrolled, her mother did not want to limit her to American schools. Beauxbatons, they had learned, was very welcoming to muggle-borns. She fell asleep that night, dreaming of the possibilities in an empty room while her mother partied the night away.
She woke up to a different world, though she did not know it. The room seemed the same, but many of the appliances and spreads were different and unbeknownst to her. Andy did not find her mother. She found herself alone, with no money or idea what had happened overnight.
The aftermath quickly landed her in an orphanage. It was a difficult adjustment during those two years. Alone, afraid, and her body changing without anyone to rely on. She made the best of her situation, embracing the children she shared a home with and making her first use of a mask of strength where she could hide all her feelings behind. Andy needed to be strong, especially when continental war made things like an orphanage expendable.
From that early time, she never forgot her dream of becoming a full-fledged witch. No one believed she could do magic; her wand serving her better as a muggle weapon than a magic one. Still, she tried to harness the same tangibility that had started that fire long ago and work through that while she grew into herself.
That desire was blessed by the universe. Andy's perceptions and attitudes were warped by the struggle to survive. There are plenty of things that stress the mind of an evolving woman coming of age. Through her countless fights and encounters with the muggle and magical worlds, she found herself at her dream at the age of seventeen. By then, she had come in contact with the Wizarding World since the German barrier had broken. Her aptitude for magic proved to be potent once she was properly trained. Her transfiguration became well enough to disguise herself as an American soldier and making her way back to the States.
What has brought her back to Europe is a story for another day. Suffice it to say, she arrived much like she had when returning to New York City. Absent job, home, and connections and fully starting over. However, like everything else in her life, she was not going to let it stop her.
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“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”"Merlin's fog watch?" Andy repeated the phrase slowly, fixating on each syllable like she was chewing gravel. She had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to try and help the red-haired woman missing a shoe. Her exclamation, however, once mulled over and digested only had her snickering aloud.
"You know, you could accentuate your problem with one word? Doesn't take a whole phrase to sum up the frustrations. I generally use damn. Or darnit. Or cripes. Cripes is a good one."
Andy screamed this at the poor woman struggling to find her missing heel. It was the only way she would be able to hear her in the midst of the rolling sea of bodies treating Diagon Alley like a sardine factory. The two women were the only ones fighting the current. The red-haired stranger too busy looking to pay attention to her and Andy bouncing off prodding shoulders of passersby.
"Do you need help?" She screamed again, this time cupping her hands to her mouth and trying to direct the sound through her finger cannon. "CAN. YOU. HEAR. ME." A grouchy-faced man with sour lips and a gray overcoat pushed right through her. She lost sight of the fretful stranger, swimming past the man after she let out an
OOMPH and trying to make eye contact and yell some more. Andy was always down for a good excuse to yell. Or any excuse. Her voice lacked the melody you might attribute to someone who appeared so delicate.
If her squawking was anything to go on, that perception was very,
very wrong.
She gave up on trying to help. It took two to tango, three even if you were good at it. But all by her lonesome, she was only a shooting star falling from a clear, black sky. She turned around in a disgruntled huff and moved along the conveyor belt heading south. She noticed the heel, eyes widening in surprise at her luck!
Andy kicked it away, deeper into the crowd.
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