Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Sergio Di Calia
Gender: Male
Age: 22

Education: 
Salem Institute

Residence:
Manchester

Occupation
Quidditch Player

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?
N/A

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: 8
• Divination: 8
• Transfiguration: 9
• Summoning: 7

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
I've heard about a Hispanic Group, only because Sergio is Brazilian. And if there is a Quidditch Team in any city, would he be able to join that?

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
James Bael Devlin, Sierra Devlin, Ivory Calin, Timone Montrose

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Sergio's mother and father met in Rio before the time warp. They were named Andres Di Calia and Sofia Suarez. They met each other in their late teens and got married when Andres was twenty-three, which was late for a typical Brazilian lad. At the time that Sofia was carrying the yet-to-be-named Sergio, she and Andres fought, like a typical marriage. Shortly after Sergio's birth, Sofia escaped the marriage with a divorce, leaving the newborn Sergio in Andres' care, only for the time warp to twist and turn their world, Andres devastated with the loss of his ex-wife. He decided to take up quidditch to keep his mind off of Sofia, but kept hearing her voice and saw her face frequently.

Sergio, as a little boy was brought to his schizophrenic pureblood father's quidditch games. His father was a famous Brazilian Quidditch Player for the Brazilian team, but known to have sat out matches to keep his episodes of his ex-wife in check. He and his father lived in a secluded area in the countryside of Brazil, quite close to the Atlantic Ocean which was across the country from where Andres and Sofia lived previously. It must've been fate for Sergio to follow in the footsteps of his father. The boy loved Quidditch and had an undying passion for it.

One summer, when he was about 12, he had come home for the summer break from attending the Salem Institute that his father had sent him to, he went to the closet which stored his father and his brooms. He could understand why his father's wasn't there, practicing with his team in all. But he found a little bit of a burnt parchment with neat writing on the floor of the broom closet. 'Mother's said you can't play Quidditch,' it said...but the only person he lived with was his father. What was this nonsense?

Sergio would only scowl at it, only knowing his mother during his newborn months because his parents were divorced and his mother was dead. He loved his father, and being with him was all he could ask for. Who was this woman who wanted to take away the only future he wanted for himself and his father? He only had a few sickles from saving his allowance, but if he needed to, he would save up for another broom, maybe even a better one. He would borrow one from the Institute when playing if that was necessary, though Sergio was starting to notice the strangeness of his father’s mental health. Andres was always muttering to himself...as if a memory was clinging to his father, that shouldn’t be there.

The young boy's father was traded from the local Brazilian team that same year. They took a boat from Brazil to England, Sergio adapting slowly to the very...English life. Quidditch being his life, naturally he tried out for his house team which was Hufflepuff, and played the position of chaser until he graduated in his seventh year at 17. After his graduation, he had come home that summer in ease and happiness. He would be able to start his Quidditch career! Unfortunately, he came home to see his father’s body hanging from a noose, which seemed to be from earlier that day, before he had come home. Sergio would continue his father’s Quidditch career with pride. That’s what he decided.

He now lives in the busy Manchester, playing for a local team there.

Roleplay: 

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:
A man with darker skin, what one would describe as tanned, stood with his back against the glass of the Quidditch shoppe in Diagon Alley. He leaned into it, an attempt at getting even a little comfortable before being shoved over by a Hogwarts student. He sighed to himself, scanning the child who was pressing his face against the glass of the shop, pointing to the broom in the window with his gloved hands to what seemed to be his mother. The woman looked apologetic as  as he passed them to move to another place, deciding to spend money while he was down there.

The man only noticed it was snowing when he looked up, a flake landing on his nose. He tried to look at it, moving his hand to wipe it off his nose, his hand swiftly pushing up his large glasses at the same time. He dropped his hand to his pocket as he ventured his way to Meg's Owls, only because he was in need of one. How had he gone owlless for so many years? It was a mystery. He pulled up the scarf over his face and stored his other hand his long coat's pocket.

It seemed as though the man was too deep in thought to notice the loud yelling and he was right in the path of the old delivery man. Gold tinsel flew by and on him and he had just noticed the man after the big, "Arrggghh!" Sergio tensed up, not that great in the people category as he looked at the man. He held out a silent, gloved hand, before saying in agreement, "This...blasted snow is for sure the right thing to say."

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