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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name:Corrina Buzolic
Gender: Female
Age: 11 (August 29th, 1940)
Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Harry and Carmen Buzolic (Both NPC)
Residence: In London with her parents.
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Nope.
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:Serena and co.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)The Buzolic’s were a standard Pureblood family. Valuing things like manners, etiquette and appearance, Corrina was placed in a variety of classes and lessons that were deemed suitable for little girls. Etiquette training, ballet lessons, riding lessons, flying lessons. And Corrie excelled at much of her training. But there was one thing that she wanted to do more than
anything. Fashion.
After her very first magical knitting and sewing class, Corrina fell in love. There was something about creating things to make other people feel beautiful that kept her on that path.
Her parents would often find her in her room late at night, tearing apart her clothing and creating brand new creations. It was strange, they couldn’t deny. But as long as she kept up with her studies, they allowed her to continue to pursue what she called ‘her greatest dream.’
While talented with her wand and able to put forth intense focus and concentration, she
should have been a straight O student. As it stood, her focus was mainly filled up by her fashion goals and as a result she kept only average grades.
Not that things like
grades mattered to her. Her dreams were outside of the castle walls. In the real world. Where she couldn’t wait to thrive.
Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:Godric Park.
Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.
Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.
It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.
"John, I said
wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.
Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.
Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby. "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.
"...Do you want to play?"
Roleplay Response: Corrie sat in the grass, taking advantage of the beautiful day. But she wasn’t spending the day in the air. No. Her feet, and butt, were stuck on the ground surrounded by scraps of colorful fabric. She’d been working on her muggle sewing abilities because she figured it would give her a leg up on designers who thought they were too cool to use muggle instruments.
What a bunch of amateurs.
She was working on a particular difficult pocket when the sound of someone approaching caught a fraction of her attention. But she didn’t look up. Not yet.
"...Do you want to play?"“Just a moment,” she held one finger in the air, clenching the needle in between her teeth as she squinted down at the fabric. A quick bite of the thread and it was free. Smiling to herself, she held up the bright green smock with the navy blue pocket by the belly button.
It was
beautiful.“Now what did you want?” she glanced up at the girl, “To play? Sure!” her eyes lingered on the smock for a moment and then she offered the girl a dazzling smile, “Ya’know… Green would look
lovely with your skintone.”
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