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Archived Applications / Zaide Carver - Healer
« on: 01/08/2012 at 04:18 »

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Zaide Carver
Gender: Female
Age: 35 (May 1939)

Education: 
Hogwarts 1950-1957; Gryffindor
St. Mungo's Healer Training

Residence:
Bloomsbury, London

Applying to be: (select one)
Healer

Department of choice: (select one, descriptions here)
Spell Damage

Why did you request that particular department?
I have been RPing Zaide working as a Healer in that department for years. Her strength is in Charms, which allows her to do her best work in spell damage. She also has come to enjoy the challenges of figuring out where spells have gone wrong and how to make everything right.

Requested Magic Levels: (see here on how to do this)
  • Charms: 20
  • Transfiguration: 17
  • Divination: 10
  • Summoning: 12

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Anneka Ivanova et al.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Growing up without parents in an orphanage hadn't been easy.

Zaide had no memories of who her parents had been or where she came from. She had never even known her real birthday, only that she'd been born sometime in May of 1939. As she grew up, having such important facts missing from her life made Zaide feel like she was also missing a part of herself.

To compensate, she began to draw. At first, it was simple pictures made with pencils. She started by trying to draw her parents, but she had no memory of them, so it was how she pictured them. Gradually Zaide began to move on to colors and paint. Art was still an escape, but along the way, it had also become a passion. She was constantly creating pictures on any spare piece of paper she could get or even in some of her books. There was rationing, so supplies were hard to come by sometimes, especially for the orphanage. Zaide made due with what she had.

She didn't make friends easily, because she was so shy. However, Zaide didn't have enemies either; she was much too nice for anyone to have a reason to dislike her. Mostly, she spent her time alone.

In 1948, Zaide was nine years old. It was this year that she was adopted. A couple came to the orphanage, Anthony and Katy Lane. They were unable to have their own children and desperately wanted a child. Zaide didn't expect to be chosen, because she wasn't as outgoing as some of the children. There had been something in her manner that had appealed to the young couple.

They took her home to Reading. Zaide had her own room for the first time she could remember. It had taken some adjustment on both sides, but they were a good fit. Katy and Zaide bonded straight away; she was so glad to have a real mother. Since Zaide had no memories of her real parents, she had little trouble accepting her new parents. Within days, she had started calling them 'mum' and 'dad'.

Her new life was full of changes, but one constant was her love of art. If anything, it only increased. Drawing pictures was how Zaide dealt with all of her emotions whether they were good or bad. She still wondered about where she came from, but no longer did she did need to draw so many pictures of what her parents might have been like. Anthony and Katy were her family now, and Zaide had never felt so loved.

Another change came soon, though, to disrupt her life. During the summer of 1950, she received the  most peculiar letter. It was an invitation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

At first, she didn't believe it. Then she was extremely shocked. What did it mean to be a witch, to have magic? An idea began to take hold eventually. What if her real parents had been this way too? Could they have gone to the same school? Maybe this was a connection with her mysterious, blank family tree.

Zaide had no idea how Hogwarts was going to change her life.

She'd been a small eleven year old in black robes that were too heavy to be comfortable and contrasted sharply with her red hair, green eyes, and pale skin. The Sorting Hat had announced she was a  Gryffindor. The house of the brave. It had almost seemed like a joke for the timid, quiet to be placed in Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat had seen something in her that even Zaide wasn't entirely aware of – inner strength.

Eventually, Zaide began to find her place in the school. She made a few close friends and had several friendly acquaintances. Classes were interesting and she found herself excelling in some of them. After having lived in an orphanage and never feeling like she belonged, finding that in Hogwarts was a pleasant surprise.

The questions about her birth parents were never answered. Zaide had been dismayed to learn magical people could be born into a purely Muggle family. Her blood status was never known, because of that. It frustrated Zaide, because she had wanted to find out something. Yet, there was a surprising benefit to not being able to classify herself. She had no prejudice – couldn't when she didn't know which group she fell into.

Through the years, Zaide gained some confidence. She was chosen as a prefect during her last two terms. Punishing people was less appealing than helping them. Because she enjoyed helping people so much, Zaide volunteered in the Hogwart's hospital wing. There she fell in love with Healing. She knew it was what she wanted to spend her life doing.
 
Healing wasn't the only love she discovered at Hogwarts.

It was there she met a boy named Dave Carver. He was a Slytherin, but that didn't matter to Zaide. Besides, he wasn't a stereotypical member of the house. It had been Dave who initially showed interest in her. She was still too shy to approach a cute boy on her own. But, she was taken with him from the very beginning. As their relationship moved from the awkward, flirtatious stage to something more serious, Zaide felt there was no one else for her.

Immediately after finishing her education at Hogwarts, Zaide applied to St. Mungo's Hospital. She was determined to follow her dream of becoming a Healer. It was a difficult path filled with a lack of sleep and more studying than she'd ever done at school. Yet, it was the most rewarding work she had ever done. After three years as a trainee, Zaide finally became a full-fledged Healer.

Her relationship with Dave had also survived and after her training was complete, they were married. It was one of the happiest days of her life. They moved to London in nice area where she was close to St. Mungo's. Zaide worked her shifts and still tried to keep a good balance between her home life and work. She liked to take care of her husband as much as she could, even when she'd been at the hospital for longer than normal. Art was still a passion for her, and she kept a room full of pencils, paints, brushes, canvasses, and more. On her days off, she liked to spend hours in there.

Sometimes she still felt there was the tiniest piece of her missing. Despite how far Zaide had come in her life, she wished that she could have at least known her real birthday or the names of her birth parents. Yet, she was happy with her life.

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

"Coming through!"

The double doors burst open as the newly-minted Junior Healer shoved through, dodging the milling patients and staff and leaving behind a trail of parchment. The doors stayed open just long enough to allow a glimpse of the scene beyond - a riot of noise, colours and gesticulating arms - before closing again.

It was Archibald Forrester's first day on the job, and while his professors had warned him it could get hectic at St. Mungo's, he'd never imagined it'd be quite like this. Arms transfigured and somehow regrafted onto someone's head, an Auror coughing up rainbows after a dust-up with a gang of young hooligans in Knockturn, and oh - that patient up on the fourth floor that was running around telling people he was Merlin reborn. And that was just the cases that had come in in the last hour.

It had to be time for his shift to be over, right?

He gave up the lost bits of parchment as a lost cause and cast a frantic Tempus. One minute. Heaving a sigh of relief,  his eyes instantly began darting around to find a convenient on-duty person to hand his load over to. Shoes - bought at the nice medical suppliers and outfitters just down the street - squeaked on the floor as he weaved and skidded around corners, before finally stopping in front of the first figure he found.

"Here. Here are all the charts - the arms for the Transfig patient seem to be morphing into tentacles, and Healer Wilberforce says we need to operate now but needs a second opinion - the Auror's squad captain is outside demanding to know what's been keeping the treatment and uh - "

A few floors up, muffled thumping and howling could barely be heard, but Archie winced anyway.

"Right. Mr. Merlin's somehow gotten hold of a wand and now the entire psych wing believes in him too - for the love of all that's magical, take this, please!"

Roleplay Response:

Zaide was not a person to be walked on. Maybe she had been once, but those days were long gone, and she could have a temper to match the color of her hair. But, she was soft when it came to helping people. She had trouble turning people down when they asked for her help at the hospital, even if she was already overburdened.

She still had a couple of hours left before her shift was over and she intended to head home. But as she was walking down a corridor, a young man, likely a Junior Healer judging by his looks, stopped and started handing charts off to her.

There were her own patients that needed checking on and cases to be dealt with. Zaide couldn't just walk away, though. Not when he clearly seemed out of his depth. “Just calm down,” she instructed. “Breathe.”

She took the charts from him, but gestured that he should stay right there. “Let's get this all sorted.” A quick glance at her watch told her that she should have enough time to assist this young Healer. It wouldn't do any harm if she was a few minutes late in checking on her next patient. “I'm Healer Carver – or just Zaide. What's your name?”

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