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Elsewhere Accepted / Zoey Jones || Elsewhere Teen
« on: 30/07/2018 at 18:05 »
E L S E W H E R E   T E E N

Character Name: Zoey Jones

Gender: Female

Age: 16


Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): N/A (No)

Residence: Lives in a 4 bedroom house by the sea in Wollongong, Australia

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place?: Camp Loki, probably.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?: N/A

Please list any other characters you already have at the site: Marilyn-Rose Wilson & Co.

Born in Wollongong, Australia, Zoey was raised in a loving family. The only daughter of the Jones family grew up by the ocean. From a young age, Zoey was taught to surf by her older brother. She loved surfing, and the water, especially the water, the ocean was perfect for her. She adored the water, as it helped her to feel free. She loved swimming, and surfing, and snorkelling. Any water sport was her domain, she excelled at them, having been swimming for years.

Living in a four bedroom home, Zoey always had the space she needed, the space to express herself. Her bedroom was her haven, in the attic, almost, it was a huge space for her to relax- and yell at her brother for being loud. She loved her family, more than life itself. They were always there for her, and she was always there for them.

Every year, the Jones family visit a major country where there is a Wizarding school, it started with Japan, and then America, and then England. Multiple times, to England, it was something about that place, they all just loved it. Diagon Alley was wonderful, and so unique, not to mention the funny- cold- British weather. And the accents! It was their favourite place to visit. 

They loved it.


Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear. 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:

Visiting England. It was the Jones Family’s favourite thing to do, England was wonderful, and it was just so… so… so… so quaint. It was just incredible, and gorgeous, and wet. Yes, it was very very wet. Why was it always raining in England? Was it like a British thing? Did nobody care? It seemed like they were all just so used to the rain, it didn’t bother them; they didn’t even all have umbrella’s, in British weather! It was absolutely insane.

She was dumped in the park, on the one day that it was sunny, which was probably a good thing, the sun wasn’t like Australia, it was more chilly, and the sky was clear, not a cloud in sight- like Australia. And above her, three broomsticks were flying- okay, so maybe she didn’t like flying. Broomsticks were cool, they definitely were, but they just weren’t as good as snorkelling. But, if it was all England had to offer- and she’d been in the North Sea, that was like ice- and it was all that England had to offer, it was good.

She was people watching, it was like they were in a zoo, it was very interesting. Constantly interesting, they were nothing like Australian people. She wanted to know how they acted. Zoey Jones was constantly interested in people. She’d heard that there was a summer camp for witches and wizards here in  England, and would definitely be visiting it.

There was a small girl, who was dragging her broomstick behind her. The girl had attempted to ride it, given up, and had dumped her nice little safety broom into the turf, and was now staring at her. The little girl had her arms folded, and was yelling at her. 

“Eh?” Asked the blonde, as she looked at the little girl in surprise. “Sure. What games do ya like?”

She’d be glad to help the little munchkin, happy to help her have some fun. Plus, she seemed funny, and funny was good. And what games did British people play?

How did you find us? Through the magical land of google

Archived Applications / Marilyn-Rose Wilson
« on: 21/12/2017 at 00:49 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Marilyn-Rose Wilson

Birthday: April 15th

Hometown:Scarborough, England

Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning
Year (pick two):1st Year (preferred), second year


Early Life

Marilyn-Rose Wilson was born to the Wilson family, on April 15th, her family already consisted of Carolyn, her older sister- who was four at the time. The Wilson family run a cafe, and second hand bookshop, they make their own pastries and use their own coffee recipe.

During the first few years of her life, Marilyn grew up, sharing a room with her sister. The family had a three-bedroom house, but the third bedroom was a study, and the girls room was big enough to share the two of them. Marilyn and her sister got on famously, Carolyn liked to look after her sister, using Marilyn as her personal doll.

Then, when Marilyn-Rose was six, her younger sister, Dorothy, was born. This changed everything about her life, Marilyn and Carolyn both lost a lot of their freedom, as they looked after their little sister. They also lost a lot of their toys, and their mother became more and more tired. Eventually, the two girls started to work in the café, waitressing, or being baristas. Or, they would babysit Dorothy.

Accidental Magic

The first signs that she was a witch happened before Dorothy was born, when Marilyn was three. The family often visited the seafront, and Marilyn and Carolyn would play together in the surf, not too deep, though, as the sea could be very rough. However, their parents would be happy with the two girls wading in the water. If she really concentrated, Marilyn could make starfish appear at her feet.
At the age of nine, Marilyn was capable of making rare species of crabs and starfish gather around her.


After Dorothy’s birth, Marilyn became more and more unnoticed, being the middle child. She didn’t seem to share Dorothy’s angelic looks, or Carolyn’s goddess like appearance. Her accidental magic was the only thing that really stood her out, well, that and her ability to make the most incredible coffee.
Up until she got her Hogwarts letter, Marilyn kept her accidental magic to herself, knowing that nobody would believe her. The Wilson’s were incredibly amazed to find out their daughter was a witch.


House Request:Hufflepuff

Personality: Marilyn is a bubbly girl, often hyper on coffee- her favourite beverage. She enjoys spending time with her family, and helping with the coffee shop. 
Appearance: She’s a dirty blonde haired girl, who has tanned skin. She isn’t a fan of her own appearance, however, she likes to think that she’s unattractive. Marilyn feels that she’s almost invisible inbetween her angelic sisters, Carolyn looks like a goddess, and Dorothy looks like a little angel.
Marilyn likes to wear bright colours; such as light green, and yellow, and light blue. She’s not a fan of dark colours, or pink. She also dislikes monochrome colours, and wearing red.


Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

How had she ended up in the greenhouse? This school was so huge, and complicated! She wasn’t complaining, though, she liked the greenhouses, they were peaceful, and full of such beautiful flowers!
She frowned as she heard the sound of stomping, but it came from the... flowerbeds?
Marilyn-Rose decided to follow the path of bent flowers, she pulled herself up on the planter, and walked over the bent flowers, as she looked at the person causing the damage- it was a boy, who was clearly older than her. She heard him yell, “You blasted rat! Where are you?”
So, he was looking for his pet, she could help him! The young girl started to look for a small rat, not very well, but hey, at least she was trying!
She watched as the boy pulled over a section of vibrant red flowers, the boy let out a loud sneeze. It was so loud, almost echoed around the greenhouse. She instantly felt worried about the older boy, whether or not he was well. She watched, smiling, as he stood up again, and he wiped his nose on his robe sleeve.
The boy looked surprised to see Marilyn, and looked slightly embarrassed, before he pulled himself up. “Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Marilyn was sad to be caught watching the boy. “I’m sorry.” She said, quietly, as she blushed. “I was wondering if you needed some help? I’m good with plants, and with animals. You don’t have to push the flowers down like that…” She was waffling on, and she knew it. Her cheeks had turned bright red.


Please list any characters you have  on the site (current and previous): Adelaide Parfait

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