Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Sierra Mori
Gender: Female
Age: 15

Education: 
She has attended five institutes of magic successively since her tenth birthday (India, Brazil, Zaire, Russia, and Japan)

Residence:
Her parent's flat in London

Occupation:
Student

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (example St Mungo's, the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
No

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 5
• Transfiguration: 6
• Divination: 3
• 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:
Tara Mori

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
     "We're moving to London," Sierra said. She was stretched out on her stomach chewing on a piece of red sorrel weed, her winged appaloosa mare grazed nearby. The breeze tousled Sierra's wild, golden honey curls. The air beside her shimmered in the sun, the shape of a small girl barely discernible.
     "Why?"
      Sierra rolled over on her back. "Granny got diagnosed with cancer. Dad wants to be close to her," she replied. "Mum and dad are renting a flat in London so Granny doesn't have to travel back and forth between Merseyside and London." She turned her head to look at the figure. "Are you coming with us?"
    "Yes." She always came with them.
     Sierra had lived in ten different countries since she was born, and traveled countless others. Six since she started school. She had attended magical institutes in Russia, Japan, India, Rwanda, and Brazil. Her family moved around a lot. From ages five to nine, she had never spent more than two months in one place. Her father was a zoologist and her mother was an ethnobotanist. They traveled the globe studying the plants and animals of the world, magical and nonmagical. No matter where they stayed, Genesis stayed with them. She had been with them ever since Sierra could remember, of course very few people could see her. Those people who did were only those who had exceptional divination abilities. Sierra had no such powers, as a matter of fact she was terrible at diviniation. Genesis was her twin who had died in childbirth. Sierra had seen her all her life, a small girl with crystal blue eyes, porcelain skin, and blonde nearly white hair. She wasn't a ghost, Sierra had met ghosts. Sierra didn't know what she was. But one thing she was sure of, Genesis was not a figment of her imagination. Her aunt said she was the pure spirit of her twin. Regardless, she didn't tell people about her anymore because then they just thought she was weird. Very few people had accepted her when she told them, and she found that those that did were generally indigenous peoples. Genesis showed up when she was sad, lonely, or just wanting some company. Rarely did she appear when she was around other people. Something Sierra was glad for.
     Sierra was generally a cheerful, easygoing person. She could be a bit mischievous at times. She was outgoing and loved meeting new people. She had very little trouble talking with anyone. She supposed part of that came from traveling with her parents so much, and being multilingual helped too. Her parents were very socially active, and in turn, so was Sierra. She was very sensitive to the situations of others, which allowed her to make friends easily. It also heightened her level of social activism. She was very concerned with the environment and social equality for all beings. Being brought up in both worlds, Sierra saw the prejudices of both. And her parents taught her to fight against prejudice no matter what. She never backed down when standing up for something she believed in. She was very athletic and tried to learn at least one local sport wherever she stayed. She loved animals and being outside. However despite her cheerfulness, she could go into bouts of depression from time to time. Sierra would suddenly become weak and fatigued. She wouldn't want to move for hours on end. Anything could send her into these dark moods, anything from the death of a child to a butterfly crushed under foot. The Yanomamo shamaness told her it was because her soul was tied to a wandering spirit. The spells didn't happen often, but when they did her entire world stopped.
     "I'm glad we're going back," Sierra told Genesis. She had been born in the muggle town of Bridgwater, the town her father had grown up in. They had moved to the States when she was nearly a year old. But they spent every Christmas with Granny Jane in Merseyside.
     Her mother, who was one half Crow, had family in Montana. They had lived on her family's winged horse and white buffalo ranch until Sierra was five. As soon as Sierra took her first steps, she was taught to ride the winged horses, her family raised. Sierra was never in one place for more than a year again. But even after she moved away, she spent three weeks every summer at the ranch. She learned marksmanship with a bow, how to skin game, and tan a hide. She was also taught how to sew and quill. Her grandmother taught her the uses of different herbs and sacred medicine songs. She always loved her summers there. She was enjoying her short, unexpected, stay on the ranch, despite the circumstances. She liked going new places and meeting new people, but it was always good to go home. As far as she was concerned, Montana was home.
     After her family moved off the ranch, they spent the next four years traveling five of the seven continents. The year she turned ten was the year she spent nearly six months in the mangroves of northeast India. It was also the year she started school in India. Her following years of education were quite expansive, and included many subjects not taught in Europe or America. The past year had been spent with her great grandparents in Kyoto, as well as attending the Japanese school of magic, Mahoutokoro. But she had been withdrawn, part way through the semester to make a flying trip to Britain.
     "Mom and dad want me to finish my education at Hogwarts. They said they can't get me in until next year," she said, sitting up. Sierra pulled her knees to her chest. "I hope I fit in," she said. Despite having little trouble fitting in up to that point, Sierra was apprehensive about this new school. She didn't want people to think she was a stuck-up, know-it-all because she had travelled a lot. Would they think she was weird? What would they think of her extra year of schooling? She knew that English students didn't start until their eleventh birthday. Even though she had started a year earlier, her education had not always included the typical European wizard curriculum. She shook her head. "No, I won't work myself into a tizzy," she said aloud. "Whatever happens, happens."
     She got to her feet and brushed off her jeans. Sierra clicked her tongue, the appaloosa mare lifted her head from the tall grass and trotted over to her. The mare stopped next to Genesis, nickering softly. The small girl held out a hand, which the horse nuzzled. Sierra patted her mare's neck. "Thanks for listening Genni."
     Genesis nodded. "You're welcome." She smiled, and touched her arm. "Don't worry about Hogwarts," she said before disappearing. Sierra sighed and mounted the horse, settling behind the mare's wing joints. "I'll try."


Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.

The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.

Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."

To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.

Roleplay Response:
  Sierra saw the street lamps ignite as the sun sank below the horizon. She would need to get home soon. Mom didn't like her staying out after dark. Her mother didn't like cities. They held all sorts of dangers that nature didn't, people mainly. Never mind the fact that Sierra was right handy with her wand, and her fists. Her father made sure of that. She set the book she was browsing through back on the shelf and turned toward the door, nearly tripping over a small girl. As she regained her balance, the girl started saying something in a very loud voice. By the time Sierra focused her attentions on what she was saying, the girl was already pausing for a breath. "He misses my and his mommy," she said shoving a purring ball of fluff into her face. Sierra guessed that the girl must be lost.
     "Okay, you're lost. And he misses his mommy," she summarized aloud. She looked at the scared, little girl and the perfectly happy puffskein. Mom wouldn't mind if she got home late because she was helping someone. Besides she new what it felt like to be lost. She smiled. "Sure I'll help you. Where's the last place you remember seeing your mommy?"