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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Ezra Valois // Elsewhere Adult
« on: 17/09/2016 at 07:40 »
Oops levels are uneven. Edit to:

Charms: 12
Divination: 6
Transfiguration: 7
Summoning: 7

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Elsewhere Accepted / Ezra Valois // Elsewhere Adult
« on: 16/09/2016 at 22:39 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Ezra Valois
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
Studied in France until he was 15.
5th year- 7th at Hogwarts. Graduated ’42, Gryffindor


Residence:
Wizarding London

Occupation
Auror

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?
The Ministry, Auror.

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: 14
  • Divination: 4
  • Transfiguration: 8
  • Summoning: 6.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No?.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Serena Rose, Chloe Elita Rose.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Ezra was born into the lavish lifestyle of a wealthy pureblood family. Being raised as a Valois, he always was a step ahead in life compared to his peers. The world was at his fingertips. But he never let it go to his head. He couldn’t really let it go to his head, really. For he was the outcast in his family, with a mother that hated him and a father that wasn't really his. When he was little he always questioned why he was treated differently, more harshly. The compassion that he was not shown lead him to be more compassionate himself.

By the age of ten he had it figured out. He couldn't be the child of the two people raising him. When he finally had the nerve to question his mother about it, she sat him down and told him the truth. When she was first married she had an affair, and he was the product of that affair. To save face and disgrace he was given the name Valois.

His real father was Phillip de la Roche, a bachelor at the time of the affair. As two prominent members of society his mother didn't deem it appropriate to tell Phillip of the impending pregnancy. So the boy became a Valois, and his real father didn't know of his existence until he was around fifteen. The year Ezra finally worked up the nerve to write a letter. A letter that sent two worlds spiraling into one. Every day a letter was written and everyday a letter came. Tales of his fathers job as an auror in the British wizarding world. Tales of his little sister, Margaux, who seemed to be as fragile as porcelain.

Now at the age of 24, almost a decade later, he is set on a meeting. He wants to see the life he could've had if only his blasted mother would have told his real father the truth. Instead he lead a life of anguish and sorrow he grew up in..


Roleplay: 
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 was a cold evening. But Ez didn’t mind a bit of cold. Most of his childhood was spent through cold glares and the feeling of not being enough. So what was a little bit of snow at the end of the day? Nothing in comparison. And, much apart from the cold sniping from his family, the snow was at least beautiful. Cold and fragile. A warm breath could turn a snowflake to nothing but a bead of water in an instant.

“Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!”

Broken from his thoughts, he looked up to see a man tumbling towards him. If he hadn’t been so busy musing the fragility of snowflakes he may have been able to prevent the whole thing. As it was, he was now tangled in tinsel, though he managed to stay on his feet, only stumbling back a few steps.

“For Merlin's sake!”

The man was back on his feet before Ezra could even offer him a gloved hand to help him back up.

“I am so sorry! This blasted snow!”

Ezra worked to pull the tinsel off of him. The glitter was a bother… it would probably be cropping up for the rest of the holiday season. He brushed his shoulder halfheartedly, though it was really no use.

He smile good-naturedly at the older man, “It’s really not a bother,” he stooped down to gather an armful of tinsel, “Here, why don’t I help you,” he started to replace it in it’s box, “I’m Ezra, by the way. Ez Valois.”


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