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« on: 24/04/2016 at 05:23 »
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Kimberly Cole

Birthday: July 10th, 1936

Hometown: London, England

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): First year (preferred) or second year (secondary)

Biography: Kimberly was born to doting parents who loved her more than anything. From the moment Kimberly took her first breath, her parents waited (with very little patience) for her to demonstrate some sort of magical ability. And they weren’t disappointed. Her mother first noticed her daughter’s ability when she was two. After putting her down for a nap one afternoon, she heard Kimberly crying. Just as she was about to go upstairs to check on her, the crying stopped. It was remarkable, because she’d always been such a fussy baby. Kimberly’s mother went into her bedroom, gasping at the sight she met: Kimberly soothing herself by making her stuffed elephant, Amelia, dance before her eyes. Her parents looked forward to her acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where they had both studied and met years before. But then, everything changed for the happy family. Just a week before Kimberly turned eleven, her father was in a terrible automobile accident on his way home from work. He didn’t survive. Kimberly’s mother, pregnant with a new baby boy, was forced to work overtime, often leaving her daughter by herself. Since then, the once outgoing, optimistic, life-loving Kimberly has spent most of her days at home locked in her bedroom. Even her acceptance to Hogwarts couldn’t cheer her up, and it was with teary eyes she began packing up the things she would take with her once the term began. The first item she packed was her most cherished: a photograph of her father.

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Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Ravenclaw

Personality: Prior to her father’s death, Kimberly was a happy-go-lucky child. Bright and eager to learn, she could always be found asking her parents and teachers endless questions. But ever since her father’s passing, she has retreated into herself and become somewhat shy. She escapes by immersing herself in books. Her favorites are by Jane Austen, but her mother (keen on encouraging her daughter’s natural curiosity) has allowed her to read everything from Hemingway to Orwell, even if the other mothers were shocked that she be allowed to read such material. Kimberly loves to be outside, and has a particular fondness for animals—but not for snakes. She’s loathed snakes ever since the day one surprised her in the garden and nearly bit her. She is kindhearted and tender, almost to a fault. She wants to see the good in people, and has sometimes found herself being taken advantage of for misplacing her trust.

Appearance: Kimberly is about 5’ tall, lean, but slouches a little. She has wavy red hair that she tends to pull back with a ribbon, though when she leaves it down it reaches just below her shoulders. There are light freckles across her nose, and although nearly all her friends back home thought freckles were the worst, they are secretly her favorite feature because her father loved them before her passed away. He even nicknamed her “Freckle” as a little girl. She has green eyes, which stand out even more because of her red hair.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
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Option 2 Response:

Kimberly was minding her own business, walking back to the common room after class, when she noticed the boy in the flowers. He’d already flattened the first row and was making good progress on the second. Kimberly stopped to watch him. What could he possibly be doing trudging through the flowers like a madman?

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of gray squirm between the stems and disappear once more: a rat! He was a cute one too, she thought, though clearly not very well behaved.

Kimberly approached quietly, trying not to draw much attention to herself. The boy was older than she was, after all, and she didn’t want to bother him. She kneeled down in the grass a few feet away and dug in her bag, pushing aside the books and quills stuffed inside. Finally, her fingers found the muffin she had carefully wrapped in a handkerchief to save for later. She broke off a piece and held it out, low, making soft, inviting clucks with her tongue. She’d never lured a rat before, but she had attracted countless birds with offerings of bread, or some other tasty treat, and rats liked food too.

As if on cue, the rat appeared between the flowers again, its tiny nose sniffing the air and its whiskers twitching. It caught sight of the muffin, then of Kimberly, and eyed her hesitantly.

“Come on, rat,” she coaxed lightly, keeping her voice low enough so as not to disturb the boy still digging in the flowers. “I won’t hurt you. Don’t you want some nice muffin?”

The rat neared, but slowly. Then, with a quick movement, grabbed the crumb from her hand and retreated. Kimberly was patient, and she broke off another bit of muffin, this time holding it out between her fingers. The rat neared once more, but with her fingers grasping its prize, it couldn’t grab it and run this time. Instead, it hesitantly reached out with tiny paws to grab the muffin, and as it did, Kimberly scooped it up in her hands and stood, gently stroking the rat with two fingers.

The boy let out a mighty sneeze, then suddenly turned to face her. “Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare,” he said.

Kimberly was silent. She wasn’t sure what she had been planning to do with the rat once she caught it, but talking to this boy certainly hadn’t been her intention. She felt her face flush as she timidly held the rat out toward him. “I…I think this belongs to you?” she said. “He certainly is a rascal. That’s what I’d call him, if he were mine, you know…Rascal. Actually—”

She was rambling, and she quickly caught herself. She stepped forward, still holding the rat out in front of her, and passed him back to the boy. “Anyway, I hope he doesn’t run off again. But if he does…he likes muffins.”

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