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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Juniper Ellwood-Luxe Steele

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Juniper Ellwood-Luxe, Coco Prince, Vincenzo Kedding, Clio Rolfensen, Angel Winsday, Pepper Grace Grimm, etc

Character age: 26

Character education: Hogwarts '37, Gryffindor

Strength and weaknesses (details please): Magically, she's strongest in Transfiguration and Charms with Divination trailing slightly behind. As a student, she dueled for all three terms (5th to 7th) she attended Hogwarts and captained in her seventh year. Post graduation, she spent several months training to become an Auror until she resigned as per her husband's wishes. Paired with practical application, she also consistently remained one of the top minds in her graduation class with several Valedictorian titles under her belt. She finds tangible magic to be more to her tastes than "illusionary" which is why Conjuring and Summoning is her weakest subject.

Physical description: Juniper has honey blonde hair and forest green eyes. She's only a modest 5'3, so her stance isn't exactly intimidating. What she lacks in height, she makes up for in commanding presence. There are faint freckles that cross the bridge of her nose, but they become more prominent when she's been exposed to the sun for long periods of time.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): Ranging from stoic to jovial, her personality often reflects those who surround her. She's played the "mature older sister" role ever since the time her mother abandoned her family and Juniper was left to raise her two younger brothers. She's serious about education, although she often takes a "sink or swim" approach when it comes to her students. In her opinion, it's better to throw them into the thick of things and let them think creatively for themselves rather than baby them. As for her family and friends, she's fiercely protective and will do anything to keep them safe.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:

Hogwarts holds a very special place in her heart. It reminds her of simpler times and the love she's always held for knowledge. She treats the staff and particularly the students like family. Following the invasion of the castle by Germans where one student was killed and many were traumatized, Juniper wishes to return to keep the children and sanctity of Hogwarts safe with her own hands. In her mind, things might have turned out differently if she had been there.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):

Juniper Kedding's life only truly began at the tender age of four when her beloved younger brother Charlie was brought into the world. He was so tiny with his pudgy hands, button nose and bright green eyes. Her father had proudly beamed at her, gave her an affectionate pat to the head and introduced her to Charlie as his "big sister". Never had those words been so profound to a four-year-old child. Just one look at Charlie was all it took to spark a kinship that not many would ever be able to comprehend. It was never quite a brother complex. It was something infinitely deeper than that. To a precocious child like Juniper who soaked in everything like a super absorbent sponge, "big sister" was a term that she took to heart. While Dad was busy working, she would have to watch over Charlie and teach him everything that she knew (which was only so much considering she was merely four). However, considering how small Charlie was, obviously she would have to protect him from things that were bigger than him. That was what a "big sister" did or, at least, that was what she believed.

Everything was not peaches and cream in the Kedding household. Charlie was too young and blissfully innocent to realize that something was amiss with their mother. Juniper, on the other hand, was not so naive. She was just a little too smart for her age, which turned out to be a blessing and a curse. The change her mother experienced was like a slow cancer that gradually ate away at the familial bliss they had previously enjoyed. Perhaps it had always been there and Juniper had simply been too small to understand, but irregardless the situation dramatically worsened when her second brother arrived in the world.

There were so many times that Claret had asked Charlie if he missed Daddy. It was a passive aggressive question, something meant to plant a seed of unhappiness in the child's heart. The questions stopped when Juniper had interrupted and posed a simple question. "Mommy, do you miss Daddy?" In retrospect, it was probably Juniper's fault that things had turned out the way they did. It was possible if she had simply kept quiet that her mother never would have turned into a shadow of herself. When Claret ceased her motherly functions, Juniper was the one took up the reins and assumed the role of matriarch. It was a bittersweet role that she played. On one hand, she very much loved and adored her younger brothers. On the other, she felt robbed of her own childhood. It was a forced maturation into adulthood and she secretly resented her mother for being so selfish. However, those feelings were ugly and Juniper hated herself for feeling that way for someone she had once loved and admired. Despite her suppressed black emotions, Juniper never once spoke back to her mother. It turned out to be her second mistake and eventually put the proverbial nail in the coffin for their once picture-perfect family.

Juniper had her temporary freedom when her acceptance letter came from Hogwarts. She would be studying there at the start of the year...or, at least, she would have had IT not happened. The memory itself would always remain fuzzy, but in the month just prior to the start of her first year, everything fell apart. Juniper had been upstairs paging through her brand new books that her father had given to her just prior to leaving again. He had taken her on a trip to Diagon Alley to pick up her school supplies and she had picked out her wand. It was an unusual instrument considering what it contained on the inside. There was an undeniable sensation that made her uneasy when she learned that it contained the fang of a werewolf. However, she had dismissed it as most would do.

Her studies stopped when the yelling started. She had barely dropped the book when she heard Lowell start to cry and the muffled shout from Charlie. Dear, sweet, adorable Charlie who never raised his voice or got upset. By the time she had made it down the stairs it was already too late. Lowell was running into the forest, Charlie was behind him and then IT happened. Time stopped. Crimson rained everywhere until it pooled into a puddle beneath the spot where Charlie laid. It was a memory that would continue to haunt her for the rest of her life.

The ultimate betrayal happened when Charlie was released from St. Mungo's and her mother finally left and never came home. In order to help her father who was now struggling to raise three children alone, Juniper opted not to go to Hogwarts. She home schooled herself with the books that would have otherwise been assigned to her and studied whenever she could while simultaneously raising her two younger brothers in place of her missing mother. It was only when Charlie finally came of age and received his own acceptance letter that Juniper decided to finally go to wizarding school. After all, Charlie had changed and as she had seen with her own eyes, people could be quite cruel.

At Hogwarts, Juniper excelled in everything she applied herself to including dueling as a house captain, playing Quidditch captain as a seeker or chaser, editing the school paper, assisting younger students as a teaching assistant and manning the hospital wing as a nursing assistant. Consistently at the top of her class with her grades, she was named Gryffindor Prefect at the beginning of her seventh year. Somehow, she still made time for a social life beyond school activities and developed a rather tumultuous love/hate relationship with Lysander Ellwood-Luxe that spanned all three years of her schooling.

A brief stint as a trainee Auror ended with her rather sudden marriage to Lysander in November 1938. In September 1939, they welcomed their first (and only) son named Nero into the world. Unfortunately, Juniper was thrown another curveball when Lysander's life was cut woefully short with his assassination on January 7th, 1939. With her son now poised to inherit the title of Head of Family, Juniper was left with very little time to grieve. With the absence of Lysander, there were many social and political bridges left half-constructed for her to complete. Time waits for no man or woman and Ellwood-Luxes do not mourn.

Time passed in drips and drabs, but she started to mend her emotional wounds when she found employment at Hogwarts as the Magical Defense professor in September 1939. The sense of community and the feeling of doing something productive was precisely what she needed to regain meaning in her life. However, it was Maverick Steele who provided her with the stability she so desperately needed at home. Ever her personal rock, he essentially nursed her back to reality and reminded her that her purpose was to now raise Nero.

They married in the summer of '42 and welcomed their first child, Anise, together in January of 1945. During the term of '44-'45, Juniper took a leave of absence from Hogwarts to prepare for Anise's arrival as well as assist her dear friend, Wesley Winsday, with finding a cure to his curse. However, things have settled down, a cure was found abroad for Wesley and Maverick is more than happy to be a doting, stay-at-home dad.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

It had been one hell of a day.

She wasn't quite certain when her small family had become something akin to a circus, but clearly she was the tightrope walker with a balancing act that threatened to teeter off the wire at any given point in time. Maverick had assumed the roles of both juggler and lion tamer as he passed Anise from arm to arm while trying to prep her bottle. Their little bundle of Joy was clearly the lion as she roared her hunger for the entirety of the household to hear. Nero thought he was the master of ceremonies; giving running commentary about the goings-on to Nana Dog as if she were the audience.

After finally getting everyone settled down for lunch and giving strict instructions to her husband about when to change Annie's diaper, she'd finally managed to stumble out of the cottage precisely when she should have been meeting with Anneka. It was thoroughly unlike her to be late -- she was typically early -- but family had a way of making everything infinitely more complicated. Was she really going to be able to manage teaching again if this was going to be the daily routine?

"I-I'm so sorry, Headmistress!" She swung the door to Ivanova's office open without bothering to knock since the woman was expecting her (judging by the look scrawled upon the Russian's face, she'd been expecting her for several minutes already). "I just...um." Her sprint through the hallways had left her red-faced and thoroughly out of breath. Defeated and golden hair slightly deflated, she gave a sharp laugh and lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "I lost track of time. I promise it won't happen again."

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Character Classifieds / Kedding Adoptables [OPEN]
« on: 28/08/2013 at 02:25 »
K E D D I N G

WE WANT YOU! Looking to adopt a pureblood with some established relations? Look no further! The Keddings are a Scottish pureblood clan (although some branch family members have been known to quietly mix blood) who currently have ties to St. Mungo's and the Ministry of Magic. Please PM all requests and/or inquiries to Juniper Ellwood-Luxe and Epona de Troyes. Family history and extended relations shall be furnished upon request!





Shepard Tiberius Kedding
FC: Richard Dean Anderson [STATUS: TAKEN]

FATHER | AGE 46 | PUREBLOOD

Formerly of Ravenclaw House, Shepard is the eldest of his family.  As a young man, many were confused as to why this brash, charismatic fellow had been sorted into the House of deep thinkers and strategizers, but with time Shep’s personality evened out significantly.  He began training as an Auror right out of Hogwarts, but with the start of World War I, saw a greater purpose and opportunity.  He enlisted almost immediately at the age of 21, and quickly worked his way up to Colonel over the beginning of the Great War, until he was wounded in 1916.  Sent back to St. Mungo’s for recovery, he met Sonja, a young nurse.  He spent the next year wooing her until she finally consented. An excellent duellist of his time, Shep is particularly proud of his eldest son, who seems to have inherited the talent, though he dotes on all his children.  In 1939, he was called back into active military duty and given a hefty promotion as General of the field army.

Sonja Vecchi Kedding
FC: Salma Hayek [STATUS: AVAILABLE]

MOTHER | AGE 40 | PUREBLOOD

A refined Sicilian witch and Beauxbatons graduate of the culinary ecole. She became a welcome witch at St. Mungo’s where she met Shep and slapped him for staring at her in her uniform. After extensive wooing, she finally warmed to his advances and agreed to a rather amicable and loving marriage. Enjoys fine dining, fashion and fussing over Shep. Wears the pants when Shep’s away.

Jackson Kedding
FC: Devin Paisley [STATUS: TAKEN]

NUMBER ONE | AGE 22 | PUREBLOOD

Just like any hot-blooded Kedding man, Jackson is an alumnus of Gryffindor with a strong sense of justice. Foregoing Quidditch, he settled upon the gentlemen’s sport of duelling to appease his mother. While he might excel at Charms, he lacks when it comes to charming the ladies due to being painfully shy around the opposite sex. Acts as a role model for his younger siblings and avoids favoritism. Enjoys a strong cup of coffee and Sunday morning strolls in Godric Park.

Patrice Kedding
FC: Agyness Deyn [STATUS: TAKEN]

NUMBER TWO | AGE 20 | PUREBLOOD

Time spent at Beauxbatons did little to refine Patrice much to her parents’ personal chagrin. Headstrong and independent, it’s her way or the highway. A recent rebellious haircut left her mother with a severe case of the vapors and landed Patrice in the proverbial doghouse (she’s under house arrest). Idolization of her father has her secretly eyeing a position within the 42nd Broom Battalion as a codebreaker. Her French needs work.

Miles Kedding
FC: William Moseley [STATUS: TAKEN]

NUMBER THREE | AGE 19 | PUREBLOOD

A Hufflepuff alumnus, mild-mannered and incredibly brilliant, Miles aspires to be an alchemist.  Preferring to be in the background rather than the center of attention, he basks in the glow of his eldest brother and is probably closest to Jackson than any of his other siblings. Strangely enough, he’s quite the charmer towards the ladies, and is constantly trying to get Jackson a date.

Giselle Kedding
FC: Sarah Hyland [STATUS: AVAILABLE]

NUMBER FOUR | AGE 17 | PUREBLOOD

Pretty and polite, there’s more to Giselle than just her appearance. Unfortunately, her recent string of gentlemen suitors seem more interested in her looks than her brains. Exasperated with her dismal prospects at Beauxbatons, she finally convinced her father to allow her to transfer to Hogwarts where she hopes to meet her Slightly-Less-Shallow Prince Charming. She’s closest to Mia and the two can often be found studying together...or discussing the latest issue of Witch Weekly.

Vincenzo Kedding
FC: Eddie Redmayne [STATUS: TAKEN]

NUMBER FIVE | AGE 14 | PUREBLOOD

Upon first glance, some might assume Vincenzo suffers from what is traditionally known as “middle child syndrome”. With eight other siblings vying for the spotlight, the seemingly innocuous Vincenzo is easy to overlook. He’s quiet, well-mannered and exceeds expectations when it comes to his studies. However, it’s in the midst of chaos that the middle child truly makes his niche and when no one’s looking it’s rather easy to get away with murder which is what, perhaps, qualifies him to be a Slytherin of the highest caliber. He often recruits Ezekiel as Henchmen Number One and bribes Admiral to be his go-to fall guy.

Jasper Ezekiel Kedding
FC: Calvin Mcauliffe [STATUS: TAKEN]

NUMBER SIX | AGE 13 | PUREBLOOD

Bold and brash, “Zeke” is a joker and a ham.  He loves pranks and spends very little of his time doing anything serious (including schoolwork).  Zeke has a very special relationship with his twin sister Mia, even if their personalities are polar opposites.  His opinion of Divination is rather low, but is in fact his strength, a fact that he’ll deny (and will even try to fail exams in it to prove his point).  Unfortunately, he’s not always good at predicting the outcomes of his more involved schemes, so he’s often in trouble.

Mia Lorelei Kedding
FC: Ryan Newman [STATUS: TAKEN]

NUMBER SEVEN | AGE 13 | PUREBLOOD

Mia is the yin to Ezekiel’s yang and is the demure, fanciful twin. She spends a majority of her time with her nose in a book and her head in the clouds. Fantasy is her favorite genre and she can often be overheard lamenting the death of chivalry. Mia is never found far from Ezekiel and while their personalities may clash, they share a unique understanding of each other which may be attributed to their shared strength in Divination.

Sascha Kedding
FC: Caitlyn Carmichael [STATUS: AVAILABLE]

NUMBER EIGHT | AGE 8 | PUREBLOOD

Daddy bought her a plush winged horse for her sixth birthday that she named Felicity. They’ve been inseparable ever since. She loves tea parties and will often attempt to recruit whatever unfortunate sibling is available as one of her “guests”. When she’s not hostessing or dictating what frilly dresses her dolls should wear to her social gatherings, Sascha can often be found tailing Sonja like a duckling.

Eugene “Admiral” Kedding
FC: Max Charles [STATUS: AVAILABLE]

NUMBER NINE | AGE 6 | PUREBLOOD

Call him Eugene on pain of walking the plank.  His name is Admiral, thank you very much, and it’s no secret he’d like to follow in Daddy’s military footsteps.  Also, addressing him as “Sir” is greatly appreciated. He’ll scold you if your salute is weak or if your posture is poor.

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Juniper Ellwood-Luxe

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Juniper Ellwood-Luxe, Clio Rolfensen, Pepper Grace Grimm, Magnus Callum Kedding

Character age: 20

Character education: Hogwarts '37, Gryffindor

Strength and weaknesses:

Magically, she's strongest in Transfiguration and Charms with Divination trailing slightly behind. As a student, she dueled for all three terms (5th to 7th) she attended Hogwarts and captained in her seventh year. Post graduation, she spent several months training to become an Auror until she resigned as per her husband's wishes. Paired with practical application, she also consistently remained one of the top minds in her graduation class with several Valedictorian titles under her belt. She finds tangible magic to be more to her tastes than "illusionary" which is why Conjuring and Summoning is her weakest subject.

Physical description:

Juniper has honey blonde hair and forest green eyes. She's only a modest 5'3, so her stance isn't exactly intimidating. What she lacks in height, she makes up for in commanding presence. There are faint freckles that cross the bridge of her nose, but they become more prominent when she's been exposed to the sun for long periods of time.

Personality:

With the death of Lysander, Juniper has been focused only upon getting her feet back on the ground and building up the family name that Nero has inherited. She is fiercely overprotective of her son, yet fears that one day this will work to his disadvantage as sons should not cling to their mothers' apron strings. Ultimately, she is attempting to do what is in Nero's best interest and that includes building both social and political ties leaving her with very little personal time to mourn the passing of her husband. While visible and typically cordial to everyone she encounters, she much prefers her solitude.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:

She needs the occasional peace and quiet away from the world of socialites and politicians. Hogwarts reminds her of simpler times spent with Lysander. It's a place to clear her head and attempt to return to a state of semi-normalcy. Besides, she's always enjoyed sharing her knowledge with others.

Biography:

Juniper Kedding's life only truly began at the tender age of four when her beloved younger brother Charlie was brought into the world. He was so tiny with his pudgy hands, button nose and bright green eyes. Her father had proudly beamed at her, gave her an affectionate pat to the head and introduced her to Charlie as his "big sister". Never had those words been so profound to a four-year-old child. Just one look at Charlie was all it took to spark a kinship that not many would ever be able to comprehend. It was never quite a brother complex. It was something infinitely deeper than that. To a precocious child like Juniper who soaked in everything like a super absorbent sponge, "big sister" was a term that she took to heart. While Dad was busy working, she would have to watch over Charlie and teach him everything that she knew (which was only so much considering she was merely four). However, considering how small Charlie was, obviously she would have to protect him from things that were bigger than him. That was what a "big sister" did or, at least, that was what she believed.

Everything was not peaches and cream in the Kedding household. Charlie was too young and blissfully innocent to realize that something was amiss with their mother. Juniper, on the other hand, was not so naive. She was just a little too smart for her age, which turned out to be a blessing and a curse. The change her mother experienced was like a slow cancer that gradually ate away at the familial bliss they had previously enjoyed. Perhaps it had always been there and Juniper had simply been too small to understand, but irregardless the situation dramatically worsened when her second brother arrived in the world.

There were so many times that Claret had asked Charlie if he missed Daddy. It was a passive aggressive question, something meant to plant a seed of unhappiness in the child's heart. The questions stopped when Juniper had interrupted and posed a simple question. "Mommy, do you miss Daddy?" In retrospect, it was probably Juniper's fault that things had turned out the way they did. It was possible if she had simply kept quiet that her mother never would have turned into a shadow of herself. When Claret ceased her motherly functions, Juniper was the one took up the reins and assumed the role of matriarch. It was a bittersweet role that she played. On one hand, she very much loved and adored her younger brothers. On the other, she felt robbed of her own childhood. It was a forced maturation into adulthood and she secretly resented her mother for being so selfish. However, those feelings were ugly and Juniper hated herself for feeling that way for someone she had once loved and admired. Despite her suppressed black emotions, Juniper never once spoke back to her mother. It turned out to be her second mistake and eventually put the proverbial nail in the coffin for their once picture-perfect family.

Juniper had her temporary freedom when her acceptance letter came from Hogwarts. She would be studying there at the start of the year...or, at least, she would have had IT not happened. The memory itself would always remain fuzzy, but in the month just prior to the start of her first year, everything fell apart. Juniper had been upstairs paging through her brand new books that her father had given to her just prior to leaving again. He had taken her on a trip to Diagon Alley to pick up her school supplies and she had picked out her wand. It was an unusual instrument considering what it contained on the inside. There was an undeniable sensation that made her uneasy when she learned that it contained the fang of a werewolf. However, she had dismissed it as most would do.

Her studies stopped when the yelling started. She had barely dropped the book when she heard Lowell start to cry and the muffled shout from Charlie. Dear, sweet, adorable Charlie who never raised his voice or got upset. By the time she had made it down the stairs it was already too late. Lowell was running into the forest, Charlie was behind him and then IT happened. Time stopped. Crimson rained everywhere until it pooled into a puddle beneath the spot where Charlie laid. It was a memory that would continue to haunt her for the rest of her life.

The ultimate betrayal happened when Charlie was released from St. Mungo's and her mother finally left and never came home. In order to help her father who was now struggling to raise three children alone, Juniper opted not to go to Hogwarts. She home schooled herself with the books that would have otherwise been assigned to her and studied whenever she could while simultaneously raising her two younger brothers in place of her missing mother. It was only when Charlie finally came of age and received his own acceptance letter that Juniper decided to finally go to wizarding school. After all, Charlie had changed and as she had seen with her own eyes, people could be quite cruel.

At Hogwarts, Juniper excelled in everything she applied herself to including dueling as a house captain, playing Quidditch captain as a seeker or chaser, editing the school paper, assisting younger students as a teaching assistant and manning the hospital wing as a nursing assistant. Consistently at the top of her class with her grades, she was named Gryffindor Prefect at the beginning of her seventh year. Somehow, she still made time for a social life beyond school activities and developed a rather tumultuous love/hate relationship with Lysander Ellwood-Luxe that spanned all three years of her schooling.

A brief stint as a trainee Auror ended with her rather sudden marriage to Lysander in November 1938. In September 1939, they welcomed their first (and only) son named Nero into the world. Unfortunately, Juniper was thrown another curveball when Lysander's life was cut woefully short with his assassination on January 7th, 1939. With her son now poised to inherit the title of Head of Family, Juniper was left with very little time to grieve. With the absence of Lysander, there were many social and political bridges left half-constructed for her to complete.

Time waits for no man or woman and Ellwood-Luxes do not mourn.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

The water by the lakeshore rippled, dark under the overcast sky, and thick with moss growth. Ripples grew into small waves, spreading in concentric circles that sloshed against the rocks and sent a small family of mice living in a rotted out log above the waterline scurrying for cover.

And then the lake exploded.

A fountain erupted, splattering muddy water and assorted bits of lake bottom. Something very, very large thrashed and roiled, tentacles slapping wildly at the surface.

Elizabeth despised the squid, and more importantly, she disapproved of it. It was disorderly. Truth be told, she was the sort of woman who disapproved of a great many things, the disorderly ones most particularly. A tall, severe woman in her forties who never smiled, Elizabeth was so parsimonious with praise that it was said that if good will could be saved up she'd be sitting on a pile of it like dragon over a horde. The school's Headmistress was very good at disapproval.

Brown water flowed in a tent around her upraised wand, blocked by an invisible umbrella.

“He has a cold again!” Pythagorea Proud, the school’s much-harried Deputy Headmistress fussed, as she shook a spatter of mud off of her arm. She hadn’t been as quick with her wand work. “He won’t take his medicine. We’ve been trying all morning. Someone is going to have to deal with him!”

Arms folded, the tip of Elizabeth’s pointed black and very sensible shoe tapped against the rocky bank. She glanced over at their newest Professor, her expression thoughtful. “You’ll do,” she offered flatly, her tone leaving little room for argument. This was going to prove to be a very different sort of interview...

Roleplay Response:

It was strange to return to the school property after two years of separation that seemed more like a lifetime apart. Truthfully, she had anticipated the sense of nostalgia to be very similar to the ripples currently disturbing the surface of the brackish water. Instead, the memories surged like powerful waves upon sight of the lake and a very familiar oak tree. It was their tree - hers and his - and this was their lake. This was the spot where balmy summer nights were spent in languish and cigarettes were stolen just as frequently as kisses.

The thought caused her stomach to lurch as the colour rapidly drained from her cheeks. Perhaps she wasn't ready to return here, after all? It was a childish yearning to return to a simpler time after reality had so harshly stripped her of the one person who had completely understood her. She was alone save for Nero, but he was only a baby and how could he possibly understand the gravity of their situation? Together they were a widow and her fatherless child. No one knew what it was like for her to come home to a dark, dismal townhome and an empty bed. No one knew the way she flinched whenever Nero to accidentally stumbled upon the syllable da in the midst of his babbling. Most of all, no one knew the weight of rings she wore upon her fingers - one from a woman whose life had ended upon a tragic note and one from a legacy of equally dead men.

“You’ll do.”

Reality returned and she blinked back salty dew that had formed at the edges of her eyes without her permission. At her side, her hands had reflexively balled into trembling fists and it took a moment of flexing her fingers to stop the tremors. Green eyes flickered to the writhing mess of tentacles that was currently disturbing what was otherwise a rather touching, tranquil scene from her fractured memories. Yes, the calamari would have to be handled.

Shoulders rolled in casual indifference as a hand moved to draw her wand from the interior of her robes. A sharp look was passed to the Deputy Headmistress before lips parted in a tiny sigh of exasperation. Was the woman so flustered that she couldn't even think of the simplest of charms to handle this situation? If she needed the squid to stop flailing about like a petulant child throwing a temper tantrum, then all she needed to do was hit it with a spell that made it stop moving for a short period of time while she distributed the medicine.

A lazy flick of her wand was given in the direction of the squid as she silently cast a Petrificus Totalus. "Done." She just hoped the sodding thing wouldn't sink to the bottom of the lake like a stone. If it started to go under, she'd follow it up with a Wingardium Leviosa. Contingency plans were never in short commodity.

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Archived Applications / Juniper Kedding
« on: 05/12/2011 at 02:02 »
THE BASICS
Name: Juniper Kedding

CHARACTER DETAILS
House Request:
One would think Griffindor would suit someone like Juniper, but the truth is that the Sorting Hat would barely touch her head before ruling that she is far more compatible with those in Slytherin house. Her desire to protect her younger siblings tends to make her overly emotional. Too emotional. In fact, her desire for strength borders upon an obsession for power. Although her reasoning for this particular craving was originally for noble purposes, there are darker emotions at work that overshadow her otherwise logical mind. While she has always been rather bright and crafty, the suppressed darkness tends to make her as volatile and unpredictable as a powder keg. It also influences her magic as her wand is every bit as emotional as she is. Unfortunately, Juniper refuses to acknowledge such feelings actually exist deep within her heart even though she knows quite well that they have been festering there for years thanks to the situation with her mother.


Year: 
Preferably a fifth year or, if not possible, a fourth year.

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Magical Strength:
Transfiguration (She has a certain knack for Divination, but it makes her uneasy so she doesn't like to dabble in it.)

Magical Weakness:
Conjuring and Summoning

Biography:

Juniper Kedding's life only truly began at the tender age of four when her beloved younger brother Charlie was brought into the world. He was so tiny with his pudgy hands, button nose and bright green eyes. Her father had proudly beamed at her, gave her an affectionate pat to the head and introduced her to Charlie as his "big sister". Never had those words been so profound to a four-year-old child. Just one look at Charlie was all it took to spark a kinship that not many would ever be able to comprehend. It was never quite a brother complex. It was something infinitely deeper than that. To a precocious child like Juniper who soaked in everything like a super absorbent sponge, "big sister" was a term that she took to heart. While Dad was busy working, she would have to watch over Charlie and teach him everything that she knew (which was only so much considering she was merely four). However, considering how small Charlie was, obviously she would have to protect him from things that were bigger than him. That was what a "big sister" did or, at least, that was what she believed.

Everything was not peaches and cream in the Kedding household. Charlie was too young and blissfully innocent to realize that something was amiss with their mother. Juniper, on the other hand, was not so naive. She was just a little too smart for her age, which turned out to be a blessing and a curse. The change her mother experienced was like a slow cancer that gradually ate away at the familial bliss they had previously enjoyed. Perhaps it had always been there and Juniper had simply been too small to understand, but irregardless the situation dramatically worsened when her second brother arrived in the world.

There were so many times that Claret had asked Charlie if he missed Daddy. It was a passive aggressive question, something meant to plant a seed of unhappiness in the child's heart. The questions stopped when Juniper had interrupted and posed a simple question. "Mommy, do you miss Daddy?" In retrospect, it was probably Juniper's fault that things had turned out the way they did. It was possible if she had simply kept quiet that her mother never would have turned into a shadow of herself. When Claret ceased her motherly functions, Juniper was the one took up the reins and assumed the role of matriarch. It was a bittersweet role that she played. On one hand, she very much loved and adored her younger brothers. On the other, she felt robbed of her own childhood. It was a forced maturation into adulthood and she secretly resented her mother for being so selfish. However, those feelings were ugly and Juniper hated herself for feeling that way for someone she had once loved and admired. Despite her suppressed black emotions, Juniper never once spoke back to her mother. It turned out to be her second mistake and eventually put the proverbial nail in the coffin for their once picture-perfect family.

Juniper had her temporary freedom when her acceptance letter came from Hogwarts. She would be studying there at the start of the year...or, at least, she would have had IT not happened. The memory itself would always remain fuzzy, but in the month just prior to the start of her first year, everything fell apart. Juniper had been upstairs paging through her brand new books that her father had given to her just prior to leaving again. He had taken her on a trip to Diagon Alley to pick up her school supplies and she had picked out her wand. It was an unusual instrument considering what it contained on the inside. There was an undeniable sensation that made her uneasy when she learned that it contained the fang of a werewolf. However, she had dismissed it as most would do.

Her studies stopped when the yelling started. She had barely dropped the book when she heard Lowell start to cry and the muffled shout from Charlie. Dear, sweet, adorable Charlie who never raised his voice or got upset. By the time she had made it down the stairs it was already too late. Lowell was running into the forest, Charlie was behind him and then IT happened. Time stopped. Crimson rained everywhere until it pooled into a puddle beneath the spot where Charlie laid. It was a memory that would continue to haunt her for the rest of her life.

The ultimate betrayal happened when Charlie was released from St. Mungo's and her mother finally left and never came home. In order to help her father who was now struggling to raise three children alone, Juniper opted not to go to Hogwarts. She home schooled herself with the books that would have otherwise been assigned to her and studied whenever she could while simultaneously raising her two younger brothers in place of her missing mother. It was only when Charlie finally came of age and received his own acceptance letter that Juniper decided to finally go to wizarding school. After all, Charlie had changed and as she had seen with her own eyes, people could be quite cruel. Especially to a werewolf...


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

Personality:
Due to her upbringing, Juniper has been focused only upon her family and not much else. She also has the strange ability to perceive the true nature of others and often experiences odd bouts of deja vu. As a result, she is somewhat antisocial and distrusting of strangers. This holds especially true to anyone who seemingly is interested in Charlie. She is overprotective of her brother to the point where it's almost like she is his personal bodyguard. Her love tends to be somewhat smothering, but she does it because she cares and is ultimately looking out for his best interests (or what she thinks is in his best interest). She tends to be fairly quiet and only speaks when she has something to say. Most of the time, she is fairly sarcastic and commanding especially when combined with her intellect which is beyond the normal level of maturity for a teenager. However, just like any teenager, she's prone to emotional bouts since she's inwardly at war with herself and her magic is rather reflective of her mood swings. When she's in a particularly foul temper or is troubled by something, she usually secludes herself to play the violin as it has a soothing effect upon her. That said, it's really not wise to cross her.

Appearance:

Juniper has naturally light blonde hair and forest green eyes. She's only a modest 5'3, so her stance isn't exactly intimidating. What she lacks in height, she makes up for in commanding presence. There are faint freckles that cross the bridge of her nose, but they become more prominent when she's been exposed to the sun for long periods of time. She's not really conscious of her self-appearance since she never really had any time to fuss over fashion like most of the girls her age. However, she does dress neatly and her wardrobe is a blend of Muggle and Wizarding clothes.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
Option II:

“Oh, come now!"

Astrid Bixby’s voice carried down the corridor, the tall blonde girl not far behind. Her interviewee – or victim, depending on perspective – turned a corner and she frowned. They were always so elusive when she needed them. Sure, they would talk as if there was no tomorrow during class, but once she actually needed them to say something, they were nowhere to be found. Gryffindors.

Flustered, Astrid stopped in the middle of the corridor and stared, her parchment hanging limply from her hand. She was a good reporter, really, and she always did her best to make sure that everything she wrote was accurate. She glanced down to the quill, eyeing it with disdain. It wasn’t her fault if her quill misquoted. How was she supposed to know? It made for interesting articles, at least, and if she had misquoted the Head Boy last term as saying he had a love for stuffed animals, then that gave him personality. Astrid sighed.

A pout formed on her lips as she turned away, discouraged. The corridor was mercifully empty, though the doors to The Spellbound – the school newspaper – were ominously closed. Corbridge was a mercifully sweet editor, but Astrid was terrified of disappointing her all the same. She had to come back with quotes. Her eyes, blue, trailed her surroundings before choosing a new path, and she turned down a new corridor. A figure was ahead, and her eyes lit up, an impossibly rosy smile blossoming across her lips.

“Hey!” Astrid called, her voice light and singsong. She trotted to catch the person, her shoes clicking on the stone floor. “Wait up! It’s for the paper!” Her legs aided her admittedly poor running, and Astrid gasped as she came closer. “What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

Sample Roleplay Response:

The hallway was presently deserted except for the click of Juniper's heels upon the cobblestone floors. She had promised to meet Charlie in the Great Hall for dinner, but unfortunately she had gotten lost along the way. Honestly, this school needed some kind of map. She wasn't a first year, but she might as well have been lumped in with them considering she had only recently transferred into the school. It was embarrassing enough feeling like a social outcast, but her pride simply wouldn't allow her to stop and ask someone else for directions. Most of the students had been together since their first years and had already solidified their friendship circles. Juniper was simply stuck on the outside looking in. Then again, she wasn't so certain that she wanted to get involved with others anyway especially with those from her own house.

The click-clack of her heels came to a halt as she heard someone call out from behind her. Before she could turn, the other girl had scurried over to her like a rat anxious for a tasty bit of cheese. Juniper grimaced and started to take a step back while contemplating an escape route. What did this person want? She certainly didn't know her, so why on earth was this girl so eager to talk to her? Her lips pulled taut into a thin line as a rather negative thought jumped to the forefront of her mind. Forest green eyes narrowed in suspicion as the girl trotted over and then finally blurted out something about...frog legs? Really?

"You're from the paper." It was an observation, not a question. Settling her hands upon her hips as she shifted rather uncomfortably in place, her eyes averted off to the left as a sigh escaped her lips. So this wasn't about Charlie? She felt relieved, but at the same time, she was still cautious of any possible subterfuge. It was possible that the question would eventually lead to her brother and his ailment. In which case, she would have to snap that girl's quill in half just to make a point. "Well, it's not wise to knock something before you try it." That could be said for so many things, including people. "My turn to ask you a question. It's only fair, right? Would you possibly be able to point me in the direction of the Great Hall? I'll be able to give you a better opinion of those frog legs if I can sample them for myself."

Optional: Referred by Robert Oliveroot

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