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Elsewhere Accepted / Natalia Brooks [Elsewhere Child]
« on: 21/03/2016 at 00:23 »
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Character Name:
Natalia Brooks


10 going on 11


Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 

A family manor in an alley located in Downtown London

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Biography: (100 words minimum.)
The Brooks were the purest of the pure and the richest of the rich. Their family manor was large and extravagant, they were always dressed in the finest fashion possible, they were well educated and well-spoken, and they were of good breeding and looks. The Brooks weren’t all perfect and pure, however. They had their flaws like any other family.

Natalia Brooks was a stain on her family’s untainted history. The product of her mother’s summer affair with a muggle man. It was the reason her little brother was made the heir instead of her. It was the reason looks of contempt were thrown at her back. It was the reason they pushed her less and punished her more. It was the reason so little was expected of her.

She was an oddity in her family in more ways than one. She prefered overalls and pants than the dresses and wizarding robes her mother fancied. She liked to sneak outside the manor to play with the local muggle children and the stray animals in the streets. She danced in spins than the standard waltz her family tried to teach her.

Natalia was an oddity by the principals of her family. In more ways than her tainted blood. Her father’s tainted blood. No one liked to talk about her father.

“Muggle trash,” They’d say under their breath whenever she asked about him. Although, Natalia couldn’t miss the strange look in her mother’s eyes whenever she mentioned him to her. They blamed him for her strangeness. Any talent she did have, they took credit for it.

At the age of nine, Natalia was clever with the quill and the brush, whatever she couldn’t say out loud, she wrote down and whatever she couldn’t convey into words, she painted. She wrote until the draws of her desk were overfilled with loose pieces of parchment and finished journals. She painted until her walls had no more room to hang a canvas. It had surprised them when they discovered she had such talents and at such a young age too.

Her mother and stepfather quite enjoyed her works of art. The house elves hung them all over the manor whenever her mother hosted a social event. Many guests would marvel at her talent, others remarked on how it was such a shame talent like hers was wasted on her person. It made Natalia angry and sad at the same time. It made her want acceptance.

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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:
Natalia sniffled as she mindlessly rocked back and forth on the old swing. She was a sight for sore eyes, her face wet and stained with red. It had happened again.

Her mother had caught her playing with those ‘dirty muggles’ again which resulted in a long lecture on why their family didn’t associate with that ‘sort’ and why it was wrong for her to do so despite ‘the mud’ that ran in her veins.

She was then locked in her room after being thoroughly scorned, told to think about what she had done. As soon as the door closed, she wanted nothing more than to leave the oppressive confines of her room. When she blinked, she found her location had abruptly changed.

Natalia was happy her magic had taken her to Godric Park, one of her favorite places. Still, her mind couldn’t help but linger on what her mother said about her friends, about her. Her muggle friends were more accepting of her than the snobby purebloods her mother tried to make her befriend. And they were much funner anyways.

“You!” She heard a voice call causing her to snap out of her thoughts,”Do you want to play?”

Looking up Natalia saw a girl around her age, a broom lingering by her side. It was then Natalia saw the boys that flew overhead, laying a game of Quidditch.

Natalia thought for a moment. Maybe playing with someone else would make her feel better! Also, this girl seemed to be magical too, her mother couldn’t get mad at that.

“Um, okay.” She said to the other girl, standing up from the swing. She wiped her eyes and nose on her striped sleeve.”I don’t have a broom, I hope that’s alright.”

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