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Elsewhere Accepted / Noah Graves | Elsewhere Adult
« on: 01/05/2017 at 14:48 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Noah Graves
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Blood Status: Muggleborn

Education:
Hogwarts - Hufflepuff '42

Residence:
Leicestershire, England

Occupation:
Heir Without A Cause

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:
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: 8
  • Divination: 11
  • Transfiguration: 6
  • 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:
Lyra Spencer, Andrés Alvear, and Co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
unremarkable

Unremarkable. A word to describe him. The youngest son of the Graves family was deemed, on his birth, to one day be quite the opposite. Remarkable. But Noah Graves knew himself all too well. Nothing would ever bring himself above his brothers, his mother, his father. His family. All he was ever meant to do was squander away a fortune.

(a day of remarkable and unremarkable goings-on)

He was only eleven that day, a slight child with unruly black hair and freckles that dotted the path of his cheekbones. An ordinary child with an unordinary fate.

The morning dawned crisp and clear as Noah lay sound asleep in a mahogany bed, ostrich feather pillows, silk and damask covers, and velvet curtains. Oh, the things that money could buy.

Noah awoke in his element. He might not have felt like he belonged in his family, but he could definitely bask in the privileged life of the filthy rich. That's what the Graves were. Filthy rich, their fortune built on the backs of others.

Today was the day his brothers would go off to Oxford, accomplished as they were. Their marks were high, their abilities not lacking in any sector. Noah couldn't even begin to compare himself to them. His mum was as proud as could be and expected that her youngest would soon follow in their footsteps.

A flutter of feathers invaded a silent room, and Noah jerked his head sharply to find none other than an owl at the window.

"Shoo!" He waved at them as he got out of bed and walked toward the glass. But it wouldn't leave, and Noah found himself talking to it irritably. "What do you want?"

It was then he noticed an envelope in its beak, with a stately red wax seal. Noah slowly opened the window, jerking the envelope away and abruptly closing the window again. All in the space of five seconds. The avian intruder flew away, thank God.

The letter was from somewhere called Hogwarts, a school for witchcraft and wizardry...? It seemed suspicious and delivered in such a strange manner, but Noah opened it anyway. It was, after all, the first, and most likely the last, remarkable thing to ever happen to him.

One read was all it took to send Noah running down to his mum and dad in the parlor, who were attending his brothers.

"Noah, what's taken you so long?" his mum asked.

He did nothing but hand the letter to her and watch as she read it...and threw it aside as soon as she had finished and continued to tend to his brothers.

It was confirmed, then. He was as unremarkable as ever, even on a most remarkable day.



anger

Anger. Because he knew but refused to believe. Refused to believe that his magic was mediocre at best, that he would never amount to anything at Hogwarts. It was a wrath that he wasn't afraid to unleash on whomever was unlucky enough to cross his path.

(year 1)

Hugo was the first one, the first person he ever spoke to and felt comfortable with it. The older boy was a bit like him, and it didn't take long for Noah to fall in with him and the little circle of friends that came with Hugo in a package. Hugo had seen everything about Noah, from the good (very rarely) to the ugly (quite often) and anything in between.

(year 2)

Slowly, but surely, Noah bought Hugo's friendship. And then he bought the friendship of his other companions. They were the only ones that could understand him as kindred souls.

(year 3)

No one was quite like Ig, who seemed to not particularly enjoy the company of everyone in their little circle of "friends," if they could be called such. He seemed alright with Noah, though, and for a long while Noah spent much of his time with Ig, whose jokes somehow made his perpetual scowl go away if only for a minute.

(year 4)

When Noah first saw Jude, all could think of was how white his blond hair was, so different from his own boring black hair. Years later, he still wondered at this phenomenon. But Noah felt a sort of kinship with Jude; their privileged lifestyles, after all, were suitable for one another, and Noah always invited Jude to his mum's most extravagant soirees.

(year 5)

He'd admired her since he'd first set eyes on her. Clementine Pope, the girl with the tongue of acid. She'd reduced him to nothing with her talk more times than once, but this was something that only raised Clem higher in his mind. Noah could deny all he wanted that he'd ever had a crush on her, but that would be a lie.

(year 6)

Winnie. At first, all Noah had ever known her as was the girl who'd, so many years ago, told him to stop frowning or he'd grow too many wrinkles and never find a girlfriend. He didn't stop. He didn't grow any wrinkles (ok, maybe one or two). But it was true that he still didn't have a girlfriend. Maybe if he'd had the guts to tell Winnie that he liked her...but Hugo...

(year 7)

Two had left, but four remained. And yet, they were all held together by a bond that would take them all to the other side of the earth one day.



afterwards

Afterwards. After Mexico. Noah continued being as unremarkable as ever. He was an heir with no cause, a man with no purpose. His country home in Leicestershire was his enclave, and he didn't leave except for polo matches. Yet he found himself wondering every moment where his friends were now, where Winnie or Clem were. Some of them had kept in contact, but it was a sparse contact, and Noah wished to see them again.

He kept hoping for the remarkable.

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:
It had been years since he'd seen any of them. Hugo. Jude. Ig. Winnie. Clem. And he missed them. He yearned for his old adventures; now all he did was mope about his mansion as a useless heir to useless money. It could never buy him happiness or friends back, and that was all he wanted.

This was what brought him to London every month. Noah couldn't stop believing that in the crowds of Diagon Alley he would spot a familiar face. Hugo right beside Winnie. Jude with his pale, pale hair. Ig with a smile on his face. Clem with her raven black hair.

But he had never seen them. And he probably never would.

A shrill voice came from within the crowds, “Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Wonderful. Simply wonderful. Noah did not want to have to deal with reporters or anyone speaking to him for that matter. And so he forced his way into a stream of people flowing in the opposite direction of the voice. About a minute later, Noah felt himself step on something that wasn't a cobblestone.

It was a shoe, with a heel that hung on by a thread. What in Merlin's name was a single broken shoe doing in the middle of the street?

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” The same voice from before answered his question in a matter of seconds. Noah rolled his eyes. It wasn't that he was unkind or anything, it was just that he was tired of dealing with everything and maybe just a little bit entitled. Just a little bit, he liked to think.

He saw the distressed reporter scrambling to find her shoe among a crowd of very unhelpful people, not that he wasn't one of them. But maybe he could be helpful for once in his life.

Noah snatched up the shoe and darted through the crowd toward the red-headed woman.He wanted to help her up but decided against it; it was too against his character.
He was the one who knocked people down, not the one who helped them up.

What he did next surprised him, though, as he held out the shoe toward her. Maybe he could still change.


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