E L S E W H E R E A D U L T
CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Elizabeth WarwickGender: FemaleAge: 26Blood Status: HalfbloodEducation: Hogwarts (Ravenclaw) - Graduated 1955Residence:London, UKOccupation
Unspeakable at the Ministry of Magic
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?
Ministry of Magic
Requested Magic Levels:
- Charms: 10.
- Divination: 5.
- Transfiguration: 10.
- Summoning: 7.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? N/APlease list any other characters you already have at the site:Lia Ayres et al.Biography: (300 words minimum.)Elizabeth was born into the perfect family. A caring, hardworking father who loved his family more than anything. A mother who was a brilliant force of nature who could teach anything to anyone. And then Elizabeth, their sweet daughter. A perfect, peaceful trio.
And then four more heathens came along and ruined everything.
Okay, maybe heathens is a bit of an exaggeration. Eloise isn't so bad. She's sweet and creative, but she needs to put herself out there a little more. Elizabeth tried to push her to do that when they were at school, tried to act annoyed when her sister followed her around, but really, she didn't mind all that much. Most of the time.
Ezra is such a pain though. He's just so much all the time. But she would be lying if she said she wasn't proud of the kid and any huffing she did when he asked her for help was mostly just for show. She likes how driven he is, even if she wants to throw a plate at him half the time.
And okay, maybe Evangeline is alright. She's strong and a spitfire and Elizabeth wished they were closer in age because she feels like she missed so much when Evie was little. She tries to make up for that now, even though getting into arguments with that kid makes her want to rip her hair out.
Easton is probably the least heathen-y of all the heathens. But he gets that pass because he's the baby and he's more easy going. His ears don't work though and he never listens unless it's something he wants to hear. At least, when it comes to her. So maybe he is a proper heathen.
But family isn't everything. It's most things, but Elizabeth has other things in her life too. She worked hard through school, intent on landing herself a good job at the Ministry, something cool that she could brag about (or not brag, if things went well). She's kept close with her friends from school, even moving out with one of them when she graduated school before moving out on her own, and continues to make more along the way. She's had a few boyfriends, but honestly, none of them have really worked out. It doesn't help when your crazy family always scares them away.
If she's being honest though, despite all of the good things in her life right now, she's feeling a little lost. Yeah, she's got a great job and a great family and lots of friends, but she's not sure what comes next. This was as far as she planned.Roleplay: You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:Option One - Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.
“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“
Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.
Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.
She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.
Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.
“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.
Roleplay Response:Elizabeth hated shopping.
She liked new things and she loved having gifts to give other people. She liked the results of having shopped; she just didn't like the actual act itself. It was tedious and there was so much junk and it took so much time. They really needed a spell that could just wiz the perfect thing she was looking for into her hand.
It had been a good day of shopping, despite how much she hated it through. A gift for a friend whose birthday was coming up. A shirt for Eloise because it was perfect
for her sister. Candy for the monster that was her brother. Not bad for a couple hours of work.
She was just about to head out, quit while she was ahead, when a voice caught her attention. She moved immediately, finding the woman with the broken shoe in the middle of the crowd. She reached for the shoe, holding it out to the woman.
"Hey, are you alright?" she asked, concern etched into her face. That was the most important thing, the shoe could be dealt with later. She glance around at the crowds. "We might want to move because you get stepped on. You didn't hurt your ankle or something, did you?"
She really hoped not. Her healing magic was terrible.OTHERHow did you find us?
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