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Elsewhere Accepted / Joey Kedding | Comin' In Hot
« on: 01/04/2017 at 17:19 »
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Character Name: Joey Kedding

Gender: Female

Age: 6

Bloodline: Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Aubrey Kedding, Charlie Kedding

Residence: Flat above a chocolate factory in London

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)? Charlie's Chocolate Factory

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:
Reggie Graham, CM Weatherbee, Robert Oliveroot, Charlie Kedding, et al

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Joey Kedding was born wild.

And not just because she came into the world howling.

The day she was born, she was different. She entered the world screaming and wailing, kicking and demanding attention. And she has not calmed down since. Joey Kedding never was a child of hesitance. From the moment she could, she was on the move. Getting into what she ought to stay out of and doing what she ought not to do. Nothing frightened her. Crawling off the bed was an adventure. Touching the oven was a lesson. Walking into a busy street was thrilling. Talking with the ghosts of the chocolate shop was fun. Nothing was ever enough, she was always looking for the next place to explore, the next tree to climb.

Her dad was different. He was afraid when she first opened her eyes. Though he tries to act otherwise, it has never diminished. She could smell it on him.

At first, she thought he was afraid of her. She’d be reluctant to look at him sometimes, she could sense his hesitation. But time made her realize he was afraid for her. Afraid of what she might do. He was afraid whenever she lost her temper. He was afraid when she lashed out. He was afraid when she did something dangerous. But he was most afraid because she was a wolf. And the rest of the world did not look kindly on them.

Her Dad was afraid, but she was not.

When it came to other people, Joey has also never been accused of being shy. She was a werewolf and she didn't care who knew. She was the wolf. They were one person, and everyone else had to deal with it. From the start the wolf was a part of her. She never remembered a time without it. So where her dad feared his wolf, her relationship with her own was different. He was forced to live with it against his will, for Joey the wolf was with her. One being, one body, and thinking of it without her wolf felt cold and lonely. Her Dad always told her that the wolf could take over, that it could go crazy and she wouldn't remember. But the thing was, that almost never happened.

Even without the aid of a potion, most full moons Joey could keep sense of herself as the wolf. Like a passenger watching but not entirely in control. Sometimes instinct overhead logic, but most times she was able to keep a level head.

It was a remarkable thing for any werewolf. But Joey was not any werewolf, she was the first to be born a wolf.

She doesn’t shy from shutting prejudice down and won’t hesitate to tell people how wrong their views of werewolves, or any other creature, are. She has a lot of opinions, and she will share them.

She still has a lot of growing to do, but life has been simple so far. Her family is supportive and encouraging and she rarely gets disciplined, especially by her Dad.  She might argue with her sister, and she might resent the twins for all the attention they’re getting, but for a seven year old werewolf, Joey couldn’t be happier.

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:
Quidditch was in her blood. That’s what her parents always tell her.

She’d been racing before she could walk. Her father had her on his broom by the time she was six, and she hadn’t stopped since. She loved flying. Everything about it was right. The way the wind picked up her blonde curls and wiped them about, the way the wind felt against her skin, the rush of going faster and higher than she’d ever gone before.

With her broom held tightly in hand, the words CKeds etched into the handle, she was ready to kick off once more before a tiny voice squeaked out and shouted to her. Joey turned around, warm brown eyes looking down at the younger girl. Joey could smell the anger seeping off of her waves, but it was an anger directed elsewhere. Frustration.

She took in her appearance, the broom toy that her father never bothered buying her clutched in the girl’s tiny palm. And then, before Joey could ask a question, the other girl beat her to it.

”…Do you want to play?”

A grin spread across the seven year olds face and she gave the smaller girl a toothy smile. “Sure.” Extending her arm with the full length broom in hand, “You wanna try mine?”

A million years ago

Werewolf approved!

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