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Elsewhere Accepted / Valerie Oldacre | Elsewhere Adult
« on: 07/12/2017 at 01:57 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T


Character Name: Valerie Adelaide Oldacre
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Blood Status: Pureblood

Hogwarts - Ravenclaw

London, England

Self-Hired Magical and Non-Magical Naturalist

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: 11
  • Divination: 6
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • 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:
Lyra, Andrés, Newton, Robin & Co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Valerie Oldacre was a dream creature: always dreaming, always part of a dream. Ethereal, sublime, simply exquisite. But she was never delicate or wispy. Just as a dream can have an effect on one's psyche, she also unknowingly influenced the world around her. People always wondered if she was actually part of the seeable world. The truth was that she was.


She just chose to ignore everything around her. It wasn't that she couldn't interact with others, she just didn't want to.

From birth, she'd been a quiet infant and an even quieter child. And yet, self-absorbed, but ever-changing in mood and habits, she was often the trouble child, not even because she meant to be. The only person she ever really wanted to be with growing up was her cousin Maia. Brother, sister, mother, father: all these social ties and restrictions held her back. A cousin was far enough to not call for any real committment, but, unwittingly, Valerie became more and more attached to her age-comparable relation. There were occasions during which Valerie stepped out of her fantasies and felt the pangs of sisterly love for her younger siblings, Daniel and Bethany. She did really love them; she had just forced herself to separate herself, mind and soul, from obligations.

Obligations. Those were really what she hated most. And so to escape this thing that most are confined to in some way or another, she pushed nearly everyone and everything away.

During her first trip to the seaside, she discovered the setting for a most perfect dream: a field of rows and rows and rows of flowers, leading onto a sandy beach and then to cerulean water, in a gradient of colours. For hours, she was lost in the colours, sounds, and smells and lost to her family. When they finally did find her, she was laying on the sand with flowers arranged around her in some artful manner known only to her and wore a smile on her face. Needless to say, the journey back was not a pleasant one for her.

At eleven, Valerie was a walking, talking contradiction. Always with one foot trapped in a dream world, the other in the real one. Loving her family but hating what they made her do. Ethereal but never delicate. Just like this, she was sent off to Hogwarts and placed into Ravenclaw. Here, she passed seven uneventful years, drifting from one class to the next and from so-called friends to other so-called friends.

When her trial (for she thought of school as that) was over, Valerie disappeared for a few months; she was an adult after all and could do as she please. And what she pleased was going off on her own to study plants and animals, whether of magical origin or not.

And next? Who knows what Valerie's dream has in store for her? She'll see eventually, but it's doubtful that she'd tell anyone else.

You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

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:
It had been 267 days since she left her family, 267 days of blissful lack of familial (or any other kind, for that matter) burdens. And every new tally she marked in her journal was proof that it was amazing; if she'd hated her isolation, there'd only have been maybe fourteen lines. It was marvelous, too, that she could achieve this solitude in the very same city she'd lived in for all of her previous life and the city in which her family lived.

Diagon Alley was packed at this time, but rain, sleet, hail, or snow couldn't stop the hordes of avid wizards and witches who wanted to snag Christmas gifts for their loved ones. Valerie wasn't there to find gifts for her own loved ones specifically, but if she saw something that she thought one of them might fancy, she'd get it.

As she pushed her way through all the people, Valerie felt as if she were walking into a tide even though she was going the same way as them, a tide of robes, feet, hair, human smells and sounds. One rose above the rest, "Coming through! Coming through!" She felt sorry for whoever it was; if she knew anything about going the opposite way as the tide it was that it was ten times harder than flowing with it. And even that was proving difficult.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" In a matter of seconds, Valerie had moved aside, wincing, as the man (and box) tumbled onto the ground beside her. She hadn't escaped unscathed, though, and plucked a strand of gold tinsel out of her hair and put it back into the box as the man got up. "For Merlin's sake!"

Valerie began to pick up the garlands of tinsel. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" She held out the tinsel toward him and gave him a little nod of forgiveness; she didn't feel like saying much. Her last thought was to suppress the little smile that she had seeing the old man covered in red and gold and looking so unintentionally festive.

Valerie Oldacre may have been cold, but she was by no means heartless.

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