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Elsewhere Accepted / Rose Bloom | Elsewhere Adult
« on: 25/03/2017 at 06:05 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

Character Name: Rosalie Lilian Bloom
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Blood Status: Muggleborn

Hogwarts - Hufflepuff, 44'

Muggle London

I intend to sign her up in St.Mungo's - so Junior Healer?

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?

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: 8
  • Divination: 8
  • Transfiguration: 8
  • Summoning: 8
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Elizabeth Marques.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)


When Rosie was a small child, her mother used to tell her that her father was a prince from a far, far land who had fallen in love with her but had died in an adventure. Then, a bit later, it changed to an actor. And then to a famous singer. And a doctor. When she hitted her twelve years, she just assumed that her mother also didn't know who her father was - but whoever it may be, she really wanted him dead.

Money had always been short and hard earned, while in counter part their family had always been large - four kids, she being the youngest, her grandma, her mother and the last countless boyfriends. Amelie Bloom was a too kind and soft woman, with the fatal flaw of always falling for the wrong kind of man. If not for her older brother hard work, Rosalie probably would not have attended Hogwarts.

As the years passed, things got a lot better for them. They finally could afford a decent house. No more second hand clothes. And a car! Now, her siblings are all working and married - Rose is proud to say she has an small army of nieces and nephews - grandma has still a lot of tenacity in her, despite the age, mommy finally found a good guy and Rose graduated from Hogwarts a few years ago.


It may be because of her being the youngest, but Rose tends to see the world through rose-tinted glasses. Some people may even call it naive, others call it altruism. She's kind-hearted, friendly and can't hold a grudge even if she wants to - not to say that, as a former hufflepluff, her loyalty is unwavering.

Rosalie dreams of making a difference. Not with heroic, brave acts but helping people, and she can be quite passionate about it - to the point of being unpratical, sometimes. She can't stand cruelty, or any kind of injustice - especially if it envolves children. Also, there is a kind of sadness in her, a need to escape from reality.

Besides this, she's very attached to family and this is her sore spot. The only topic that can make her something akin to ferocious - Yes they are muggles, and this doesn't give nobody the right to belittle them.

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.

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:

Option One

Rosalie never really had become used to the Mayhem that Diagon Alley could be. But well, it was probably her fault - she should have known better than going there when the start of the term was so close, and at this hour, no less! Surely not her wisest decision. But then, most of her decisions aren't wise. Regardless, here she was.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”

She looked around a bit, trying to find the voice source. It wasn't easy, at least not with her height, but not impossible. She felt simpathy for the woman situation - Rose had discovered quite early that heels are her worst nightmare. Pretty ones, sure, but still terrible.

Said heel was not so far, and the auburn haired woman was quick to recover it - noticing that it was, indeed, broken. Drawing her wand out, she muttered a quick "Reparo" before seeking the owner of the shoe.

"Are you well?"

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