Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Dicen Augustus O'Byrne

Gender: Male

Age: 10

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Devon Octavious O'Byrne (Not a Playable Character)
Alexandria Elizabeth Jackson (Not a Playable Character)

Residence:
A small, two bedroom apartment in Southern Ireland with his mother

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
O'Shaunaussey Elementary School
Local Playground

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:
None

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Dicen, was born to a pureblood witch and a Muggle father shortly after the Time Warp occured. His mother, Alexandria, never informed his father, Devon, of her witch ancestry, and never had a chance to do so. Devon Octavious O'Byrne, was a young noble of the long and esteemed O'Byrne line, however he was the youngest of three brothers and thus not in the inheritance for the title. He found his calling in the military, where while conducting missions for them he met the young witch Alexandria Jackson. Alexandria Jackson was a pureblood witch from America who had recently immigrated to Ireland as part of an attempt to earn a mastery in Potions.

Their short, but lurid affair was relatively unknown to the public, despite Devon's relative fame as a young Noble. Devon would die young when he encountered a mission for the militry that he was unequipped to handle. As such, Dicen would be doomed to grow up without his father, or even the knowledge of whom his father was since he died shortly after the Time Warp happened. Dicen's mother, Alexandria, would continue working to attain her potions mastery while raising the young son she had brought into the world.

Dicen would grow up relatively poor, his mother being unable to afford most luxuries since she was working to attain a mastery at the same time. He would move to attend a muggle school his mother opting to keep him relatively sequestered from the magical world due to his mixed blood. Not wanting her son to grow up with the rampant racisim against non-purebloods, mentions of magic in his early life were few and far between. More of a fabled bedtime story than anything else. It wasn't until he was eight and the majority of the racism had started to die down, that his mother would one day broach the topic with him.

By that point she had attained her potions mastery and was looking to work in the private sector, without much luck. She found herself instead working odd jobs as a cashier in small time potion stores in Ireland, not quite having the clout to get a better job. Dicen would inbibe the small bits of knowledge about Magic that his mother gave him, hoping against hope that he would one day be accepted to the fabled Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a hope that burned deeply in his chest, his one true ambition and desire. Something his mother encouraged, but did not quite believe in due to the fact that during his childhood he had not exhibited many signs of accidental magic.

His accidental magic had thus far been limited to a few charms, such as fixing a broken toy suddenly. But they had been few and far between leading his mother to believe she had given birth to a squib. Young Dicen, was characterized in his school as an average boy. He was neither exceptionally intelligent nor precocious. What he was, however, was incredibly loyal to the few young friends he had made. He valued his friends so much so that he had often times found himself in predicaments he could not escape because he choose to stand by them instead. It had lead to him spending numerous hours in Detention or grounded by his mother. Now that he was ten, almost eleven, he was waiting anxiously for a letter of acceptance from Hogwarts for the upcoming school year.

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:
Dicen smiled up at his mother, dark red hair and shocking blue eyes looking up with an abundance of joy. For the first time his mother had agreed to take him to a park where magical children visited. He was going to get a real taste for what the children he hoped to attend school with were like. Maybe even make some new friends before he was accepted to Hogwarts. His mother, with dark blonde hair, and blue green eyes stuck out in his mind as exceptionally beautiful. Other than his hair, the young boy took after his mother, her slight build and height and more delicate features evident on his face and body.

He had the hint of broad shoulders, that his fathers line was known for, but it seemed odd on his small thing body. Something he would hopefully grow into one day. His pale white skin, had, had some odd potion liberally coated over it. When he had asked his mother what it was she had simply told him it was to protect him from the sun's rays since he was so susceptible to sun burns. As they entered the park Dicen looked up in awe at the children flying, his mother laying a comforting hand on his shoulder as he moved closer to her in a sudden bout of shyness. She guided him toward a set of benches, slowly lowering herself down into one, while he clutched at her hand continuing to stare at the flying children.

He had read a little on the sport of Quidditch, though he didn't have much interest in it, he was greatly interested by the thought of flying. And on a broomstick of all things. His hand spasmed around his mothers for a second before she spoke, her voice a soft soprano, compared to his own squeeky tenor. "It's all right Dicen, I'm sure the other children will play with you. If you ask, that is." He turned looking up at her a soft blush dusting across his cheeks at her words. He straightened his back remembering all the words his mother had said to him about giving a proper appearance when meeting new people.

The first impression was always the most important. "Right... Uhm... Can I go explore?" She merely gave him a nod, and the young boy took a deep breath before taking a hesitant step forwards. It took several steps before he was striding purposefully towards the sand box, figuring it would be the best place to start out. He could see some kids already playing alone there anyways. It was always easier to approach someone who was alone than people in a group after all. It was with a sudden yelp that he jumped to the side, clumsily falling in the grass as a young girl nearly took him off his feet as she flew by.

He stared at her in surprise, and a bit of pain from where he had scuffed his shins and elbows on the grass. She had suddenly turned, almost demanding that he play with her. He stared for several moments quietly before blushing slightly and looking down. Taking a deep breath he finally responded, his voice soft in his sudden shyness. "I'd like that... what uh, what would you like to do?" He stared at her expectantly awaiting a reply.

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NOTE:
Sorry about that mix up I had originally planned him as older and then decided to change it later on. Edits made.