Erla Dumplesours | Elsewhere Adult

[Erla Higginsworth]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Erla Dumplesours
Gender: Female
Age: 54
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Residence:
A tiny flat on the East end of Diagon Alley.

Occupation
Shopowner

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?
Erla owns a beauty shop in Diagon Alley that specializes in magical serums to prevent aging.

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

• Charms: 5
• Divination: 10.
• Transfiguration: 6
• Summoning: 5.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Drew Crichton and Camille Bisset.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

Madame Erla Dumplesours descended from a long line of witches and wizards near Aberdeen, Scotland. Her father, Harold Dumplesours, was a successful potions maker (specializing in love potions) for 35 years. Erla's mother, Bethelda Dumplesours, found herself sampling all of her husband's concoctions and was promptly swept away by a Beater from the Kenmare Kestrals when Erla was just entering her first year at Hogwarts. (This romance was naturally short lived.) Though Erla was quite upset by the familial drama that potions-making had caused, she fell in love with the subject nonetheless and found immense pleasure through crafting all sorts of bubbling brews. Erla had always fancied herself a Slytherin, given her wily and ambitious nature, but the Sorting Hat cried "HUFFLEPUFF!". Hufflepuff House became a home and business network for Erla, who soon convinced most of her female housemates to be her guineapigs for her "beauty creams." (Admittedly, one bright-eyed young girl unfortunately lost an eyebrow; another less fortunate volunteer grew sprouted potatoes on her cheeks and forehead. Most students, however, claimed to be satisfied customers.) Erla inherited the creativity and business mindset of her father and the witty charm of her mother; this shaped her goal of owning a shop specializing in beauty serums for witches (and wizards -- and everyone in between!).

After graduating from Hogwarts, Erla job hopped among various retail positions in Diagon Alley, from an upscale boutique (in which she sent all of the designer shoes skyrocketing away in a puff of purple smoke after applying her home-made "polish") to her father's apothecary (where she offered her secret "wrinkles-be-gone smoothie" to a silver-haired patron, who sniffed the mixture and sneezed on a priceless vial brewed by none other than Merlin himself, shattering it irreparably. Her father never forgave her for such a misstep.)  After years of soul searching and little success, Erla decided that she was destined to be her own boss.

Fate finally smiled on her when she inherited her father's tiny apothecary on the East end of Diagon Alley. Erla transformed the unassuming shop from top to bottom, filling the shelves with pink and purple ribbons, doilies, tapestries, crystals, and sickeningly sparkly knick-knacks. She emblazened the shop name in large curly letters: "Erla's Essential Essences for the Modern Magnificent Witch." The shop, as over-the-top as Erla herself, became Erla's life passion from then on until the present day.



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:
Option One:

Madame Erla Dumplesours hummed merrily to herself as she locked up her shop with a quick swish of her wand while rummaging through her three purses to locate her lipstick. Click-clacking along absently, she nearly collided with a figure crawling on all fours.

"Heavens above and boggarts below!" she gasped. Her eyes widened, discovering that the strange creature was a young woman. "Dear girl! What has happened?" She knelt beside the girl, her tone dripping with honeylike sympathy.

Erla's eyes widened further upon assessing the quality of the girl's shoes; she gasped again at the realization that she was only wearing one! "Oh! Deary me, deary me. These silly cobblestones, I say. They've aged me, let me tell you. Agony, really, to try to keep these lovely click-clackers in top shape." She gestured gravely at her shimmering designer boots (one had an imperceptible stain). "Anyhow, let's find the little missing bugger, shall we? Madame Erla Dumplesours." Erla introduced herself importantly, extending a bejeweled hand. "Pleased to meet you and at your service."



OTHER
How did you find us? Google

[Erla Higginsworth]

Note: I have just changed Erla's surname to Higginsworth (because I felt that "Dumplesours" sounded too similar to Dumbledore!). Thank you.

[Calypso Ross]

Hi Erla, welcome to the site!

Your application looks great so far, there’s just a couple of things we’ll need you to edit before we can get you accepted.

Firstly, you’re only claiming 26 magical levels, but you’re allowed to claim up to 32. If you only want to claim 26, that’s fine, but I just thought I’d check if you want to add any more than that! Feel free to leave this as is or to edit in the extra 6 levels.

Secondly, in your biography, you write:

she offered her secret "wrinkles-be-gone smoothie" to a silver-haired patron, who sniffed the mixture and sneezed on a priceless vial brewed by none other than Merlin himself,

Given Merlin’s legendary status, this artefact would require a special request. You can get around this by editing it to read ‘a priceless vial her father claimed had been brewed by none other than Merlin himself’, or something similar. This way, some doubt is left as to whether it’s the genuine article or not.

Finally, I love the sound of Erla’s shop! Once you’ve been accepted, you can apply for a shop permit here, if you’d like to be added to our shop directory. Given that Erla’s shop sells magical potions/creams, please be aware that anything extremely out of the ordinary will need to be sent to us for approval first. Standard creams with a slightly magical element would be fine, but for anything more, please ensure you check with us first. You don’t need to change anything with this, it’s just something to be aware of.

Once you’ve made the required change and edited your levels if you would like to do so, please repost your entire revised application below, and we’ll be more than happy to take another look. Thanks!

[Erla Higginsworth]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Erla Higginsworth
Gender: Female
Age: 54
Blood Status: Halfblood

Education:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Residence:
A tiny flat on the East end of Diagon Alley.

Occupation
Shopowner

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
Erla plans to own a beauty shop in Diagon Alley (upon OOC permit approval) that specializes in slightly magical serums to supposedly "prevent aging."

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

• Charms: 9
• Divination: 7.
• Transfiguration: 10
• Summoning: 6.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Drew Crichton and Camille Bisset.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)


Madame Erla Higginson descended from a long line of (mostly) witches and wizards near Aberdeen, Scotland. Her father, Harold Higginson, was a successful potions maker who specialized in love potions for 35 years. Erla's mother, Bethelda Higginson, found herself sampling all of her husband's concoctions and was promptly swept away by a Beater from the Kenmare Kestrals when Erla was just entering her first year at Hogwarts. (This romance was naturally short lived.)

Though Erla was quite upset by the familial scandal that potions-making had caused, she fell in love with the subject nonetheless and found immense pleasure through crafting all sorts of bubbling brews. Erla had always fancied herself a Slytherin, given her wily and ambitious nature, but the Sorting Hat cried "HUFFLEPUFF!". Hufflepuff House became a home and business network for Erla, who soon convinced most of her female housemates to be her guineapigs for her "beauty creams." (Admittedly, one bright-eyed young girl lost an eyebrow; another less fortunate volunteer  sprouted potatoes on her cheeks and forehead. Most students, however, claimed to be satisfied customers.) Erla inherited the creativity and business mindset of her father and the witty charm of her mother; this shaped her goal of owning a shop specializing in beauty serums for witches (and wizards -- and everyone in between!).

After graduating from Hogwarts, Erla job hopped among various retail positions in Diagon Alley, from an upscale boutique (in which she sent all of the designer shoes skyrocketing away in a puff of purple smoke after applying her home-made "polish") to her father's apothecary (where she offered her secret "wrinkles-be-gone smoothie" to a silver-haired patron, who sniffed the mixture and sneezed on a priceless vial her father claimed to be brewed by a protege of Merlin himself, shattering it irreparably. Her father never forgave her for such a misstep.)  After years of soul searching and little success, Erla decided that she was destined to be her own boss.

Fate finally smiled on her when she inherited her father's tiny apothecary on the East end of Diagon Alley. Erla transformed the unassuming shop from top to bottom, filling the shelves with pink and purple ribbons, doilies, tapestries, crystals, and sickeningly sparkly knick-knacks. She emblazoned the shop name in large curly letters: "Erla's Essential Essences for the Modern Magnificent Witch." The shop, as over-the-top as Erla herself, became Erla's life passion from then on until the present day.



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:
Option One:

Madame Erla Higginson hummed merrily to herself as she locked up her shop with a quick swish of her wand while rummaging through her three purses to locate her lipstick. Click-clacking along absently, she nearly collided with a figure crawling on all fours.

"Heavens above and boggarts below!" she gasped. Her eyes widened, discovering that the strange creature was a young woman. "Dear girl! What has happened?" She knelt beside the girl, her tone dripping with honeylike sympathy.

Erla's eyes widened further upon assessing the quality of the girl's shoes; she gasped again at the realization that she was only wearing one! "Oh! Deary me, deary me. These silly cobblestones, I say. They've aged me, let me tell you. Agony, really, to try to keep these lovely click-clackers in top shape." She gestured gravely at her shimmering designer boots (one had an imperceptible stain). "Anyhow, let's find the little missing bugger, shall we? Madame Erla Higginson." Erla introduced herself importantly, extending a bejeweled hand. "Pleased to meet you and at your service."



OTHER
How did you find us? Google

[Calypso Ross]

Accepted!