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Elsewhere Accepted / Jack Carmondy | Elsewhere Child
« on: 18/12/2018 at 20:11 »

J A C K S O N   C A R M O N D Y

Character Name: Jackson Alexander Carmondy

Gender: Male

Age: 8


Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Cadmus and Lia Carmondy, NPC's

Purbeck, Dorset by the sea

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?

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:
Bracken Thomas

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Earned affluence and privilege formed the safe borders of Jackson Carmondy's life from the moment he was born. His father, a former Puddlemere United Keeper retired to the coaching staff after a career-ending injury, and his mother, a witch renowned for her talents in the field of Potions, both had been entangled in darkness and survived. These trials cemented the sheltering that their children would know, and made Jackson and his younger sister, Adeline, singularly precious. They've known love only.

Jackson is well behaved when he is expected to be, respectful of the oversight of his parents, though he has an easy time letting his personality show even in front of very important persons, rather bold at times. Like his father he possesses a competitive spirit innate to the athlete, but he is more calculating and deliberate in his approach; decisions, whether on a broom in the yard or in considering which book to pull off the shelf, are weighed with logic, probably more a part inherited from his mum. This sensibility becomes a great weapon in the arguments he enjoys starting, and even moreso enjoys winning. It is a difficult pill to swallow in being wrong for the proud boy, headstrong and decidedly stubborn. However his soft side comes out when any animal is the room or ailments are present, a sensitive and nurturing soul. Addie might get the brunt of his unbending ego, but rest assured he's the first one running when she's taken a fall.

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:
"Can't you take your sister for one ride?"

"No way," Jack barked to his papa. The little blonde girl had her face buried in their father's cloak. "Last time she kept yanking my ears!"

"And you accepted her apology, remember?" He knew that tone well - what word did mum use, patient? But he couldn't give in now, even though the big brother secretly loved to fly his sister around on his broom and show her his new moves and make her scream or gasp or laugh. He already started out by saying he wouldn't, so he had to stand by it even though it would've been easier to just give in.

Lips parting with the intention of refute, he instead bit his tongue, certain that he could devise something more compelling than the repetitive but she pulled my ears. And voila, lightning struck. "Why should she get another chance? You know when she pulls those stunts, we both can get hurt. Last time we almost flew into a squirrel's nest, dad."

Jackson became confused. His papa didn't look peeved, but like he was trying not to laugh. Simply, it was one of his favorite things when he could make the man laugh, or do something to make him proud. "What, for real we did," he muttered, himself trying not to chuckle for the ridiculousness of it.

Addie's eyes slipped out from behind the grey fabric, watery gloss of hurt quaking. Needles of guilt pricked his gut. Oh rubbish, she cried about everything. He watched as she was lifted onto papa's shoulders, suddenly sunny again as she found purchase in his hair.

"Alright Mister Reason. I just need to make one last stop over there - and I'm taking the broom with." "But but-" "Are you going to stay in the park?"

"You!" a new voice asserted, lashing the air with a vocal whip. Startled to hear a kid speak like that with adults around, he turned his big eyes to a girl with - a - broom. ...do you want to play?"

The irony that their paths were only crossing because of their opposing positions in the sibling hierarchy surely went undetected by everyone present. Didn't matter that Janey was another girl; she wasn't his lame sister.

"Playing!" he announced. Jackson would never turn away from his papa without answering, though as soon as the word left his mouth he took off running.


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