Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: scipio james slytherin.
Gender: male.
Age: twenty-nine years old.
Blood Status: pureblood.

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Residence:
Godric's Hollow

Occupation
Honeydukes Candy Shop

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?
Yes- I plan to work at Honeydukes Candy Shop.

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: 32.
• Divination: 30.
• Transfiguration: 32.
• Summoning: 32.

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:
I don't have any others, although I might in the future.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Scipio was born to a pureblood witch and wizard- James Slytherin, a descendant of one of Hogwarts's founders- Salazar Slytherin, with a long line of ancestors before him- and Aliya Marco, another pureblooded witch distantly related to the Marco pureblood family, which had grown tremendously over the eons. He looked more like his mother- who had been a  than he did his father, with flaming red hair, upturned eyebrows and a mischievous smile that had branded him a troublemaker from a young age, a dense spray of freckles across his nose and cheeks, but his mother's eyes- which were cobalt blue. Ever since the hyperactive bundle of joy was born, he'd been a rich, sarcastic troublemaker with a knack for getting in trouble- especially at his time in Hogwarts. The boy was constantly blowing up the bathrooms, setting dungbombs off in the hallways, and annoying his teachers to wit's end. But then the impossible happened- his dear mum Aliya, who had ran her pale, delicate fingers through his flaming red hair and told him he was too pretty for his own good, who had sang him to sleep with gentle, light lullabies every night with her warm arms wrapped around him, cuddling him to his chest, had been bitten by a rogue werewolf on her way through the trail in the woods winding through the back of their home. Apparently, Skippy's delicate mother wasn't as strong as his father James ha portrayed her to be when he reassured the young boy they would fund a cure, that she would be alright, or she would survive but have to take the Wolfsbane potion- for she had died within three weeks of the transformation. Wracked with grief and guilt that he couldn't do anything but watch her die, Skippy became rude and often snappy, but quiet and reserved, which was so unlike him his father couldn't bear to see him unhappy like this.   

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Cobalt eyes widened when something slammed into the lanky build of Scipio Slytherin, sending the boy tumbling down onto his side. Moaning, he placed a pale hand on his forehead, which he had hit on the ground on his way down. Wincing, a crease between his eyebrows as the boy frowned, Scipio got to his feet on shaky legs, stretching each of his limbs tenderly and slowly with agonizing movements, before straitening his robes and running a hand through his flaming red hair. The corners of his mouth pulled down in a frown when he looked over the man to make sure he was okay. Bending at his waist,Scipio carefully picked up the box the man had dropped and offered it to him with a small, mischievous award winning smile that had labeled him a troublemaker from a young age. "it's alright, sir, we all have our moments."

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