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Elsewhere Accepted / Iefan Cadwallader|Elsewhere Adult
« on: 17/04/2016 at 20:49 »

    E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

    Character Name: Iefan Cadwallader
    Gender: Male
    Age: Eighteen
    Blood Status: Pureblood

    Slytherin '46



    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?

    Requested Magic Levels:

      [li$i]Charms: 5[/li]
         [li]Divination: 9[/li]
         [li]Transfiguration: 8[/li]
         [li]Summoning: 10[/li]
      Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?

      Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
      Zoella M, Riley L, Ivan P, Finlay M

      Biography: (300 words minimum.)
      Born into one of the oldest families in existence, Iefan Cadwallader was destined for greatness, or so his family would repeatedly tell him throughout the years. Growing up, it was like any other pureblood family, or at least, that what he thought. Countless, pointless dinners with snobby aristocrats who only talked about which family was better than which. The whole charade grew tiresome once the young boy began his schooling career at Hogwarts.

      Sorted into Slytherin, of course, his family was ecstatic.  It was where he should be, they said, where he belonged. Little did they know that their son actually chose this house so he could meet their impossible standards. He was to be studious, but to not keep his head in the books for too long or he would miss his future wife. The boy could play Quidditch, but he also had to keep up on his dueling skills. He needed to reach prefect status every year, so he could become Head Boy his final one. It was a never ending list of dos and don’ts for him.

      All was going well for the Slytherin until his third year. His mother had fallen ill, and neither no tonic nor potion could cure her being.  Her death would change the family in many, many ways. Still ambitious to a fault, no one could do any wrong. There was no more fighting amongst them, at all. It was almost unnerving if a stranger would to look into their lives. Iefan liked it that way. He was annoyed with hi siblings always picking on him anyway.

      But the poor young man noticed later that year he had developed…a sense of perfection. Everything had to be in a particular order and place, or it would drive him mad. More often than not, his housemates thought it was the perfect way to irritate him, and that was right. It always landed them with his fist connecting with their jaws. Immediately, it stopped.

      Since graduating last term, Iefan had decided to take a break from school and work. His father did not approve, but he agreed with his own conditions. He would allow his son to take a break, but only for a year. If he hadn’t found a suitable position by then, his son would cut off financially.

      So, that brings our young Cadwallader to London.

      Roleplay Response: One
      The streets were ridiculously crowded, and for a half moment, Iefan couldn't understand why. But, then, the answer smacked him right in the face. The new term would be starting soon. That thought made him half smirk, half chuckle. It was a relief to not be going back. He was thanking his lucky stars he graduated last year. No more school for him. At least, not for a little while.

      His irritation was becoming clear as the young teens bumped into him over and over without a stutter of an apology. The most the young man did was scoff or roll his eyes. He didn't want to cause a fight. Father wouldn't be too pleased about that one. They were already on bad terms as it was. He could imagine his father's voice if something else popped up.

      He turned into an alley, hoping to get some peace for just a moment before braving the sea of people again. It was then he spotted a woman with her heel broke, and on the ground. Almost instantly she shouted, and made him cringe. Jogging towards her, he called out.

      "Ma'am--ma'am, do you need some help?"

      His voice came out confident, but soft.

      How did you find us? I've been watching you....


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