Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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THE BASICS
Name: Type in your character's first and last name here, as well as any preferred nicknames.

Cyrus ‘Baby face’ Silverwick
Called baby face by cousins who happens to make every bit of his life living hell. Also call Cy by his closer friends.

Former Character's Name (if you had one): Type in the name of a character you have played at this site before. If you have not played here before, leave this answer blank.


CHARACTER DETAILS
House Request:
Ravenclaw. Cyrus is extremely witty and smart. He can think up a good explanation for anything really. He is competitive in the classroom and often tutors other students. He is also a possible Slytherin candidate due to his more cunning moments.

Year: 
Type in your two year choices here.
*** Due to other applicants, we may not be able to fulfill your request but will try to keep you in the general age group.

4th is most wanted but 3rd will do.

Bloodline:
Half-blood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms, Cyrus is a brilliant student in most of his subjects but finds charms most enjoyable.

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning, he can never get one object from here to another place.

Biography:

“Screw you, you lousy git headed freak” Cyrus’s face had turned to a deep scarlet. Daniel on the other hand was grinning wildly like nothing had ever happened. His head bobbing up and down in the icy waves. Blouberg beach was quite full today, as usual. But Cyrus enjoyed being back in Cape Town. He had grown quite fed up with the British ways. Everything about how they lived ticked them of and nw Daniel had ruined his summer.

The older boy had told his parents that Cyrus craved the Hangout. He missed being with his other friends there and he even told them that Cyrus had a girlfriend! The boy faced his cousin with a small bout on his face before turning away towards the shore. He was tired of Daniel and started kicking his way towards the sandy beach.

His mother stood there waiting. She was a pretty lady for her age, with glossy blonde hair that framed her small face and red lips that always curved up in a smile. She too looked much younger then she really was. Cyrus wished he had gained more looks from his father, as it was quite hard making the rugby team looking like a eleven year old. His mother was a muggle teacher. His father was rather interested on what she taught the muggle children and investigated. However he never imagined falling in love with the petite woman.

Mom was really interested in the wizarding world so they taught each other things. Father would bring mother all sorts of magical gifts from London. Including a vase of red roses that never age. The roses were older then Cyrus, Mom had carried them on her wedding day. Cyrus had almost broken them once as a child. Accidently setting the table on fire, but his father had become the hero and saved the roses with a levitating spell.

Cyrus felt his mother’s arms close around the boy. Cyrus felt himself relax into the woman’s arms. “Mamma, I don’t really want to go… Can’t I just stay here with you and Papa?” He never called his father Papa, but with his mother he felt rather bad calling him father. His mother said it was to professional. “You know, with Daniel gone from Hogwarts… Um… I don’t really have much friends” His mother round blue eyes softened. Cyrus loved his mother’s eyes. They reminded him of the ocean. Of home.

The sound of footsteps made Cyrus jerk away from the woman. His father stood at six feet tall and always looked professional. Even a trip to the beach made the man dress as if he expected the Ministry of Magic to appear. Daniel had also snuck his way towards the family looking rather smug. Cyrus snarled at the boy and clenched his fists. He had never been the violent type but giving Daniel what he deserved wouldn’t hurt. The boy was a pureblood and felt ever so proud of it. Always giving lower glances at his cousin. Cyrus didn’t pretend that he hadn’t seen Daniel talking behind his back. Daniel knew that Cyrus had over heard him but didn’t seem to care much. Cyrus didn’t even know why he stuck around the boy. Maybe because Daniel actually talked to him. Daniel didn’t ignore the quiet boy sitting away from the other children. But then again, Daniel needed a target.

Cyrus’s mother put her arms around the boys shoulder and smiled. He left the beach feeling sick. Sick with the thought that Daniel would be left alone with his parents, and his sister for that matter. And he was scared. He was nervous about going to the hangout. He hadn’t really spoken to the other children and wondered whom he would sit with. Taking a breath he left with his family.

Personality:
Cyrus is rather observant, He thinks things over and likes to plan something before dashing blindly into it. He is a smart boy and can think of quick and easy witty comebacks. However he has a slightly problem with talking to girls. He’d rather observe a girl from far rather then blindly approach her blindly spilling out his love for her.

Appearance:
Cyrus is small. He considers himself rather unlucky as his father is a tall man. Cyrus’s face is filled with freckles that he absolutely hates. His cousin often taunts him about it. His eyes are like his mothers, big, round and blue with eyelashes that any girl would envy. He hates his looks and quite often uses his hair cover his eyes. His hair is often seen messy and hanging in his face.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
You come across one of these three posts on the site. Please reply to one only as your character would.
*** Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not James' or Astrid's.

Option II:

“Oh, come now!"

Astrid Bixby’s voice carried down the corridor, the tall blonde girl not far behind. Her interviewee – or victim, depending on perspective – turned a corner and she frowned. They were always soelusive when she needed them. Sure, they would talk as if there was no tomorrow during class, but once she actually needed them to say something, they were nowhere to be found. Gryffindors.

Flustered, Astrid stopped in the middle of the corridor and stared, her parchment hanging limply from her hand. She was a good reporter, really, and she always did her best to make sure that everything she wrote was accurate. She glanced down to the quill, eyeing it with disdain. It wasn’t her fault if her quill misquoted. How was she supposed to know? It made for interesting articles, at least, and if she had misquoted the Head Boy last term as saying he had a love for stuffed animals, then that gave him personality. Astrid sighed.

A pout formed on her lips as she turned away, discouraged. The corridor was mercifully empty, though the doors to The Spellbound – the school newspaper – were ominously closed. Corbridge was a mercifully sweet editor, but Astrid was terrified of disappointing her all the same. She hadto come back with quotes.
Her eyes, blue, trailed her surroundings before choosing a new path, and she turned down a new corridor. A figure was ahead, and her eyes lit up, an impossibly rosy smile blossoming across her lips.

“Hey!” Astrid called, her voice light and singsong. She trotted to catch the person, her shoes clicking on the stone floor. “Wait up! It’s for the paper!” Her legs aided her admittedly poor running, and Astrid gasped as she came closer. “What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

Sample Roleplay Response: Type in your response here.

‘Great, another year in this school’

Thought Cyrus bitterly to himself. He was quite happy when he first arrived at Hogwarts this morning. But, a silly blonde haired girl had decided to purposely drop a custard tart all over his new robes. Stupid Hufflepuff…. Now, the boy stormed his way towards the Ravenclaw dorms. He didn’t often loose his temper but today seemed quite horrible to begin with.

The boy glanced behind him. An annoying tap, tap of feet made him turn.

It was a girl. Oh sweet Merlin, a blonde. Cyrus was just about to turn away with a growl until he heard what she had to say. For the paper? Really? Now what would that have to do with him? Cyrus palmed his forehead. Great, so his big custard to the shirt has gone public. Didn’t these stupid people have anything else to do?

“Frog legs!” He was baffled by her question. “Really?” A silly grin appeared on his face. “Well my mother used to cook worse sometimes, so I suppose it couldn’t be all that bad”