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Elsewhere Accepted / Declan Rose
« on: 30/01/2020 at 01:21 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Declan Evan Rose
Gender: Male
Age: 20 7 July 1938
Blood Status: Pure

Education:
Ilvermony to Hogwarts-Gryffindor house

Residence:
Born in New York, now resides in London

Occupation
Singer/Songwriter

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?
No

Requested Magic Levels:
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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: 11
  • Divination: 5
  • 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?
n/a

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Calla Douglass and the lot.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
There were moments in life that would remain in one's memory forever. Moments where one knew, without a doubt, that they were significant. Not the moments that happened and much later revealed how important they were. Certain moments were so significant they changed a person's life in that instant.

Declan Rose could recall three such moments in his life.

His earliest memory was of music. The name and artist of the first song he ever heard had been lost to time (probably because once he'd discovered music he hadn't stopped at just the one song), but the feeling persisted and lived in him still. The lyrics mixing with the melody to weave a story together captivated him. From that moment on it was all he wanted to do.

The second significant moment of his life, more significant than even discovering his love of music, was the death of his parents. It tilted his and his siblings' lives upside. Declan withdrew inside his own head, living in an endless circle of hopelessness for so long the transition to a new school in a new country barely registered. Eventually he felt so upside down inside that circle that he finally turned around and put his life back on track. He hadn't been the only one to lose his parents and as the second oldest he owed it to Bryson and Trini to step up. He owed it to everyone in his life, including himself, to get his head on straight.

It was a few years after the death of his parents when he experienced that sensation again, the jolting in his veins that told him to sit up and pay attention, this was going to be important. This time it involved a girl. Fourteen might be considered late for one's first crush but maybe it wasn't so rare for someone who lost their parents at a young age; there were so many other things occupying his mind in those years. He didn't even know the girl's name but he'd never forget seeing her on the beach, the sun a halo behind her. The bright ball had been dim in comparison to the girl's smile. It was the only thing he'd really been able to notice about her. A smile that had stopped him in his tracks so long that he'd lost sight of her and hadn't been able to find her when his head had finally cleared of the fog.

It was just about the only regret he had in life and he still thought about that smile from time to time.


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:
The crowded streets dampened his excitement. Crowds didn't bother him in the slightest if he were at a concert and there was music involved. In the middle of Diagon Alley? When he had places to be? Not so much.

It wasn't the people. Declan, even if he was on the quieter side, had always been easygoing and got along with most people. It was the fact that he was carrying his guitar with him and every time someone jostled against him his jaw tightened a fraction more. He'd be grinding his teeth together soon if he wasn't careful.

If the audition was almost anywhere else he would have used the Floo so he wouldn't have to risk any damage to his equipment but it had seemed really stupid to do that when he only had to walk a few blocks. He hadn't realised how busy Diagon could be during the day. Sleeping at this time was his normal habit lately. Performing at night seemed to earn him a little more money so that's what he'd been doing.

If he was more trusting he could have at least used the Floo to transport his guitar. When it came to his livelihood he wasn't taking the risk.

A shout came from just ahead of him and with a furrowed brow he focused his attention there, despite the thoughts and nerves about his audition. He wasn't a jerk, if someone was hurt he'd stop and help.

When his eyes found the woman on the ground, seeming to reach out for the shoe that was nearby, a flash of white sunk into his bottom lip to prevent a bark of laughter escaping him before he schooled his features into something more sympathetic. The scene might be funny to him but it clearly wasn't to this lady.

Stopping beside her with a friendly smile he asked, "What's more important? Retrieving your shoe or getting you up on your feet again?"

He offered his hand in case it was the latter.


OTHER
How did you find us? I followed my heart.

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