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Elsewhere Accepted / Rosamund Baxter | Elsewhere Adult
« on: 31/01/2016 at 23:04 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Rosamund Yuko Baxter
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Blood Status: Halfblood Pureblood

Education: 
Hogwarts (Hufflepuff, ‘40)

Residence:
Baxter Residence, Hogsmeade

Occupation
Heiress + Menace

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
Nope!

Requested Magic Levels:

  • Charms: 8
  • Divination: 8
  • Transfiguration: 8
  • 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:
Elias Irigoyen, Lucifer & Emeline Morgenstern, Andrei Lockley, Jo Darling + a thousand others probably

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

Rosamund Baxter was born into luxury-literally. Her mother, Genevieve Baxter, was nine months pregnant and bedecked in her finest at a New Year’s party when the contractions began; her crushed silk dress was ruined, but Rose was born in time for her parents to toast the new year (and their new daughter) with a bottle of Dom Perignon.

While Genevieve Baxter comes from old money, Vincent Baxter worked hard for his fortune. He passes for a pureblood for the sake of his family’s honor, but his bloodline is unclear—it’s quite likely that he is not as pure as he claims to be. Genevieve’s pedigree, on the other hand, has never been questioned; she hails from two purist families that would likely disown her if they knew of her husband’s uncertain ancestry.

Born into wealth, Rosamund has wanted for nothing; she is given everything she could ask for and more. Her childhood was a blur of frills, lace, and doting nannies; her teenage years were split between the drafty Hogwarts castle and exotic summer locations. Now a young adult, Rosamund finds what entertainment she can in preparing for her future as a rich man’s trophy wife.

Behind the facade of a meek and mild debutante, Rosamund suffers from chronic ennui. She desperately wants something more than the tedium of high society, and engages in risky behavior (behind her parents’ backs, of course) in order to find the excitement her life lacks. Knockturn Alley holds an inexhaustible fascination for her: it symbolizes all the adventures she can’t have, all the mystery absent from her everyday life. Frequent escapades to the more unsavory parts of town are bound to get her into trouble eventually.

Charming and delightful while in polite company, Rosamund’s occasional episodes of rebellious behavior worry her parents, who are eager to marry her off before she makes a gaffe that brings dishonor to her name.

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:

Rosamund didn’t often escape the clutches of her overprotective mother, but when she did she was sure to make the most of the occasion.

The young heiress had just deserted the mother in question at the dressmaker’s, where the older woman had scheduled a fitting. Bored of the incessant smalltalk, Rosamund had quietly exited the boutique and disappeared into the crowd that flooded Diagon Alley. After a stop at the bakery, where the enticing smell of cinnamon and fresh bread caught the attention of her growling stomach, she’d begun exploring the shops and stores of the cobble-stoned street. The pastel pink of her robes stood out amongst the sea of browns and greys; her outfit, as well as her expression of pure delight and bewilderment, screamed of money. Anyone could see her for what she was: a well-off, naive heiress, ignorant of everything but the ways of the haute societe. As she scampered from window to window, sequined purse bouncing with each step, a woman’s cry for help caught Rosamund’s attention. 

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

A short, ginger woman was sprawled across the cobblestones as the crowd of people swarmed around her. Rosamund’s eyes widened and glittered with a mix of concern and mirth; she giggled quietly at the other woman’s misfortune, but pushed her way through the swarm of moving bodies nonetheless.

“Oh dear,” she exclaimed, gazing down at the redhead. Extending one delicate, gloved hand to help the fallen woman up, Rosamund smiled ever so slightly.

“I wouldn’t lie on the ground too long if I were you.”

Her accent was refined, her girlish tone obviously affected.

“You’ll get your robes dirty.”

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