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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Leo Marchand - elsewhere adult
« on: 27/03/2020 at 17:10 »
E L S E W H E R E A D U L T
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Leo Henri Marchand
Gender: male
Age: 19
Blood Status: muggleborn
Education:
Hogwarts, slytherin
Residence:
Hounslow, London
Occupation
Junior Healer at St Mungo's
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?
St Mungo's?
Requested Magic Levels:
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- Charms: 8
- Divination: 5
- Transfiguration: 11
- Summoning: 8
nope
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Clara Darcy and the gang
Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Being a wizard was the worst thing that ever happened to Leo. He'd been perfectly happy as a muggle, living a kind of boring but safe life with his also kind of boring (seriously, they were dentists) but safe parents. Magic just complicated things, and when his parents kicked him out at age eleven out of fear of magic, he was adamant that he wanted nothing to do with it.
Of course, when your eleven years old and suddenly don't have a home, no matter how much you might hate magic the prospect of actually having somewhere to live for a while like Hogwarts Castle is a persuasive one. It was with a lot of sulking and scowling that Leo enrolled in Hogwarts, but he did it all the same. With that and summer camp, he was only really out on his own for two weeks of the year and that was much better than starving to death on the streets.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry only cemented Leo's belief that magic was dumb. The teachers were wacky, the lessons weird and quidditch was a nightmare. Leo showed a great disdain for almost every bit of it. He despised charms, divination and C/S in particular for how little they obeyed the laws of logic and science. Transfiguration he found he was quite good at and so over time it grew on him, but even by the time he'd graduated he was still sniffy about it.
The subjects Leo really enjoyed were the likes of arithmancy and potions. To a muggleborn, these were the most normal. They were just a kind of weird version of maths and chemistry and that was okay by him.
Over time Hogwarts grew upon Leo. Not the whole magic aspect, he's still disdainful of people who rely constantly upon that, but the people. He wasn't a particularly sociable person but he found that good looks and knowing the right thing to say meant that people did what he wanted them to do, which he liked a lot. In fifth year, Leo decided that he wanted to become a healer. The magical world was one disaster after another (hello? quidditch?) and he almost always felt he was the only sane person in the room. He might as well actually make something of his life, right?
So he tried harder in his classes, well aware of how difficult it was to be a healer, and managed Os in Transfiguration, Potions, Arithmancy and Herbology, as well as an A in C/S (a surprise to everybody). He didn't qualify for anything else but that was ok because he didn't really need anything else and so he did the same subjects for NEWTs and managed to get the same grades.
By this point in time, Leo had just about enough money to buy a crappy flat in Hounslow. It was a stark difference to the middle class house he'd had back in Brighton with his parents, but it was better than living on the streets so he was grateful for it. He'd spent the better part of his last seven years selling potions and tutoring students at Hogwarts for money, and it paid off.
Leo was quick to apply as a junior healer in emergency and triage. He was good at it too, level headedness that bordered on coldness helping, as well as a tendency to be quite manipulative which helped those he treated open up.
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:
Leo had apparated to Diagon Alley from St Mungo's to get some food. For all of magic's ludicracy, it was pretty useful and when given a choice between struggling through the London Subway and just materialising there within seconds, he'd take the second option every day.
Lunchtime meant that people from all sorts of jobs had had the same thought that he had, and so the streets were even more busy than usual. He shouldered his way past a couple with interlinked hands and ducked around a stressed looking man with greying hair and ink smudged fingers. Every second he wasted trying to get past all these people was a second of his lunch break lost.
“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”
The sound of someone shouting for help over the general hum of Diagon Alley was one Leo could do without. Quite frankly, he couldn't care less that the woman's heel was broken, not when he was hungry and he had to get back to work soon. He pushed on past a laughing little girl and her mother, doing his best to ignore the voice. It wasn't hard.
"Hey!"
Leo hadn't expected her to be so nearby. In his hurry to grab a bite to eat he almost fell over her, stopping at the last second.
"Move," Leo sighed. "You're going to get crushed."
OTHER
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