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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Amy BellGender: FemaleAge: 17 Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Curtis Bell and Cindy Bell, not currently played
Residence: London, Mullingar
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Hogwarts
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Type your response here.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)"Daddy where is mommy going?" six year old Amy asked as she watched her mother walk out of the house with three suit cases.
"Your mommy is going to Peter's sweet heart."
Her father said broken.
"Why daddy?" the young girl asked. Her emerald eyes filled with confusion.
Her dad looked at her, tears filling his green eyes.
"Daddy?" she took his hand and gave him a hug, "Everything is ok daddy."
Her father engulfed her in a tight hug, "It will be sweety, it will be."
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Born in Mullingar, Ireland Amy had a anything but normal childhood. Her mother, Cindy, was from England and her father, Curtis, was from Ecuador. Growing up she had many influences from three different cultures. Which resulteed in her very peculiar accent which wasn't completely Irish. The greatest advantage to her multicultural childhood was the traveling. She got to take trips all over the world, partly because of her fathers work. For the first five years of her life everything was perfect. She lived in, what seemed, the model pure blood home. Her and her family were kind to non-purebloods and muggles alike. She was always taught to treat others with respect no matter what blood the might have. This changed when her parents got divorced and her mother decided to live with a muggle born.
Because of Amy's young age she didn't understand why her mother left and her father did his best to not tell her. Until one day she over heard him talking to her aunt about how her mother had an affair with , his then best friend, Peter. She was eight at the time and her image of her mother completely shattered. She no longer wanted anything to do with her. As a result she alienated herself from her mother and was forced to spend one month out of the summer with her. By the time Amy turned ten she had completely erased her mother from her life. She would tell people her mother was dead and that her and her father were fine by themselves. She became very protective of her father and wanted to make sure no one ever broke his heart that way again.
Amy's father moved them from Ireland to Manchester when she turned eleven and had her go to Hogwarts. Amy protested because that was the school her mother went to. She begged to be allowed to go anywhere else but her father insisted.
She agreed to go but told him she it would change anything.
While in Hogwarts Amy found that she was a natural in potions and transfiguration. She found that, even though her mother went there, she loved it. Being at Hogwarts helped her realize that she wanted to become apart of the Ministry. With her fathers tenacity and determination she soon became a model student and continuously strives for excellence.
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:Amy was sitting on a bench, a stack of books next to her, working on school work. She was constantly called the book worm even know it all but she didn't care. After all once she made it to the top of the ministry everything everyone had ever said to her wouldn't even matter. She flipped the page to one of her books and brushed a strand of her wavy black hair behind her ear. Her green eyes scanned the page eagerly, soaking in all the information she could. She sub consciously began to chew on her lip and started jotting sown notes. She was so lost in her thoughts that the sound of another person talking to her made her jump and give a slight squeal.
She looked in the direction of where the voice came from and found that source of it came from a little girl. She honestly hadn't been expecting that, she knew there were kids in the park but, she never expected one of them to talk to her; let alone ask her to play. She tapped her pen to her paper and looked from the girl to the book. The girl had a slight pout and seemed as if she really wanted to play. At the same time Amy really wanted to study. She looked at the girl again and sighed in defeat. Who was she to deny a child anything. Stupid bog heart. she said to her self as she closed her book and put her pen down,
"Um.. sure but, first before we play why don't we introduce ourselves? hmm?
I'll start, me names Amy and yurs is?" OTHERHow did you find us?
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