E L S E W H E R E C H I L D
CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Neal Devlin
Gender: Male
Age: Ten
Bloodline: Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Nico Devlin (played) + Amelia Devlin (NPC)
Residence: Devlin Manor, Yorkshire; England
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Nope!
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? Nu-uh.
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:None.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)He was but a tiny newborn when his mother left them, the two N. Devlin's, Neal and Nico. Amelia had been a muggle, and when she discovered the truth about Neal's father's ancestry...well, she wasn't pleasantly surprised.
Neal was raised rather alone, his father always busy and his playmates nonexistant. He did have his cousins...but they were in Cambridge, and not to mention that they were older. He couldn't fight the feeling of loneliness, and it bedeviled him.
At least he had his magic. Being a haflblood wasn't so bad so long as he didn't tell anyone he was. People just...incorrectly assumed he was pureblood, like his family. No need to tell them, right? It would only cause a scandal.
Of course, his father Nico had been very open about his dastardly love for Amelia. They'd always told him she would leave once she found out, but he'd never believed it...until it actually happened.
Poor, poor Neal. If only he had a friend or two...maybe then he'd really feel like a normal boy.
Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:Godric Park.
Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.
Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.
It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.
"John, I said
wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.
Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.
Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby. "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.
"...Do you want to play?"
Roleplay Response:
Neal was a tiny boy, and he didn't like other children. Okay, so maybe it wasn't so much that he didn't like them...he just didn't know how to behave amongst other people his own age. It was just...confusing. He'd been an individual his entire life, and now his father expected him to be a part of a group? As if.
Tilting his head angstily, he stared at the tottering children with their brooms and eyed them warily. No, no. Their maneuvering was all wrong, they were sure to crash their brooms any minute.
Except for the younger one, with the little Bonnie-blue eyes. She was a girl, and her arms were folded begrudgingly over her chest. Neal was shocked when he found those same blues pointed at him.
"You!" She barked. "...Do you want to play?"
Whomever this girl was, she had spunk. Neal liked something about her, though an entirely different side of her left him almost and irrefutably annoyed, and he was even sort of terrified. Was she really talking to him?
"Maybe," he said. "But only if you let me see that broom of yours." OTHERHow did you find us?
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