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Adults & Children / Harlowe Cameron
« Last post by Harlowe Cameron on 15/07/2019 at 04:21 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Harlowe Cameron
Gender: Female
Age: 36
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:  
Hogwarts 1938 - Gryffindor

Residence: 
London, England

Occupation:
Between jobs until money runs out and she needs to look again.

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?
No.

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: 7
  • Divination: 7
  • Transfiguration: 6
  • Summoning: 12
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:
Lia Ayres et al.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Harlowe was supposed to have been born a boy, to carry on the Cameron family name. She was supposed to be the oldest of a few, instead of an only child. She was supposed to make her parents proud, uphold their blood status, get a good job, make her family proud.

She was supposed to be a lot of things. But when it comes to her family, she’s mostly just ended up being a disappointment.

She’s always been a little more wild than anyone would have liked, running head first into any situation and sorting out the details later. She was the type of child to show up to a fancy event in a ripped and dusty party dress, despite her parents warnings to keep herself tidy. She’d try anything at least once, usually twice, and never stuck with anything for too long, a combination that likely kept her parents up many nights worrying.

Little changed when Harlowe got to school. Curfew meant little to her, nor did most rules, and she spent a rather astonishing amount of time in detention (sometimes serving these because she had skipped detention). The only thing that really seemed to keep her attention for longer than a couple of weeks was conjuring magic, which she excelled at during her school years. Everything else tended to fall to the wayside, resulting in her just scraping through when it came to her graduation year.

Though she considers most of her schooling to be merely a blip on the radar, there is one memory that stands out, though she doesn’t often admit it. It was a boy, of course. One who awed her with stories of his adventures and kissed her when she least expected it and understood her family situation.

But then he disappeared and she was still stuck at school and he never came back.

Upon graduation, she took off herself, travelling the world, working odd jobs until she could make enough money to move on, never staying in one place longer than half a year or so. She’d thought about settling a few times, met some people who might have made it worth it, but that one boy from Hogwarts disappearing always popped back into her mind, the feeling of being left behind resurfacing, and she would take off again.

And then the day came when she found herself halfway through her thirties with nothing to show for her life. She still didn’t know what she wanted, but she knew that the transient lifestyle was getting old. Maybe it was time to start settling down. So she headed back to London and rented a flat. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do from there, but that was part of the fun, wasn’t it?


Roleplay: 
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. 

Roleplay Response:
Harlowe hated job hunting. Really, really hated it.

You would think with the number of jobs she’d had in her life, that she would be used to the process by now and that she’d have it down to an art form. But in so many of the jobs she had worked, they just fallen into her lap. She’d wandered into a bar and they happened to need a bartender, that sort of thing. But actually job hunting sucked, and it seemed that was what she was going to have to do now that she was back.

Having filled out what seemed like a million and a half applications that day, Harlowe was tired. She could have gone on a bit longer, but the lure of her bed and a cup of tea was too much for her to resist. Plus, her feet hurt.

She was turned the corner, about halfway home, when a voice caught her attention.
“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”

She spun quickly, heading towards the voice, which turned out to belong to a woman who was sprawled on the ground. Harlowe glanced over the woman quickly.

"You mean your foot is broken?" she asked, just a little panicked. She had done many things in her life, but she was definitely not a healer. She did not know what to do if this woman had a broken foot.

Then she caught sight of her shoe. Right.

"Can I see?" she asked, nodding towards the shoe. Not that she knew how to fix shoes either, but perhaps there was some way they could rig it so that this woman could at least get herself wherever she needs to go. She was pretty sure she had something in her bag that would work.

"I'm Harlowe, by the way," she said, offering the girl a smile.


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Adults & Children / Gabriella DeAngelis
« Last post by Brie DeAngelis on 15/07/2019 at 03:29 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Gabriella DeAngelis

Gender: Female

Age: Almost 14. (August 13th, 1943)

Bloodline:
Pureblood on paper, Unknown in reality

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Nicolas and Destiny DeAngelis (npcs)

Residence:
London

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
No

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 and Co.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
The DeAngelis family fancied themselves unauthorized enforcers of the law. Nicolas and Destiny never did make it through Auror Academy. Which suited them just fine. Oh, they were talented enough to pass with flying colors. They just didn’t follow the rules. They were ruthless, and did what they had to do to get the job done.

Which is how their little business came into play.

You didn’t mess with them if you knew what was good for you. Owed a debt? It was usually best to pay up before the DeAngelis’ came to collect. They never found themselves in a mess they couldn’t buy their way out of. Though people feared them so much that they rarely reported them, anyway.

Such was a case that the Triplets were brought into the mix. No one could recall Mrs. DeAngelis even being pregnant. But they returned from a long trip in Italy with three baby girls. Triplets, they said, who were their pride and joy.

Fraternal girls who were as different in looks as they were in personality, each shining in different ways. Gabriella liked to think of herself as  the leader of the pack even if her sisters didn’t always agree. She was the oldest by about 5 minutes, and she wouldn’t let them forget it. But there wasn’t a single thing she wouldn’t do for her sisters. She had her parents ruthlessness and bravery, but she was different. She didn’t have their brutality. She had a very kind heart and didn’t like to hurt people unless absolutely necessary.

It was tough, being a DeAngelis. And she sometimes wondered if she didn’t quite fit in with her parent’s plans. It didn’t matter to her, though. She respected what they did, but it wasn’t exactly for her. She was going to find her own way.

Roleplay:
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:
Brie was waiting on her sisters. They were always late. Gia was probably having a hair emergency or else just forgot that they were meeting up altogether. And Gem… well she almost certainly remembered they were supposed to be meeting, but was making it a point to arrive late just because meeting times weren’t her thing or something similar. It was fine. Gabriella brought something to do in the meantime.

Because she was always ready and prepared.

Pulling several heavy books out of her bag, she began to arrange them in front of her. She had a latin dictionary, a nasty book of potions and blueprints to one of their parents buildings. Though she was absorbed in her work, she was vigilant. And so, by the time the little girl ran up to her, she’d slipped any evidence behind pages or in a folder and looks up with a bright smile.

“Do I? Well, I guess,” she tucked away the last of her things into her bag, and stood up to face her, “but only until my sisters get here.”

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Adults & Children / Pandora St Oswald
« Last post by Pandora St Oswald on 12/07/2019 at 03:13 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Pandora St Oswald

Gender: Female

Age: 9, born July 3rd, 1947

Bloodline:
Halfblood Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Poseidon St Oswald (yes)

Residence:
London

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
No

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:
Alice Swan

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Who said you needed two parents to run a family when one was just enough? A mother's love was powerful enough to fill the obvious gap in Pandora's life: the lack of a father. The few questions she'd let slip about her father were hushed, ignored, or answered with heavy ambiguity, which was the equivalent of having no answer at all. She only knew one thing about her father: his last name. Because it was hers as well.

She had asked once why his and not hers. It was the only question that her mother answered: "For him to realize the consequences of his actions"

And he would. Because at seven years old, Pandora had to leave the comfort of Paris and be dragged to England to be thrown in his care.

Pandora didn't understand what her mother had. The doctor had explained everything thoroughly, kindly using kid safe words for her to follow along his explanation. Out of the medical gibberish, she latched on to one thing: maman was slowly dying.

She never forgave herself for leaving her mother to rot in a stupid hospital bed with its stupid white walls and the stupid nurses who didn't know how to do their stupid jobs. It was stupid that she had to be sent away to live with another relative because her mother, the one who had tended to her needs her whole life, could not physically and emotionally support her daughter anymore. It was stupid that she had to leave her life behind. Everything was stupid.

It was on a rainy day in June, precisely one week before her birthday, that she and a gentleman she could not remember the name of knocked on her father's door. When he appeared, the man who escorted her started his explanation. Pandora had cut him short. "I'm the consequence to your actions", she told Poseidon St Oswald, looking at him straight in the eye.

Next thing she knew, she was living with a man she didn't know. A man she couldn't bring herself to call her father. She didn't quite understand his business ("Yeah, he's a pirate. We have a lot of rusty looking stuff at home") but she helped around the shop, nevertheless.

Not only did she not understand his job, she didn’t understand him as well. There was power in her name, that she knew. He had explained, once, that it was the reason why he had to play around in important papers. Changing something from ‘Halfblood’ to ‘Pureblood’ or whatever that meant. Was that really important? 

Back in Paris, everyone knew her mother. She was kind, sweet, generous, sociable and outgoing. Pandora wanted to be like her. Maybe she saw some of her kindness in Poseidon. But Pandora didn’t want to admit it just yet. She was still mad at him, and at the world.

Yet after almost two years living with Poseidon St Oswald, she felt closer to the man she now felt comfortable calling papa. Their relationship required work -- he needed work as well as a parent -- but they were fine.

They were doing just fine.
 

Roleplay:
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:
It was too beautiful outside to stay cooped up in an old antique store with gizmos that were 10 bazillion gazillion years older than she was. Pandora knew the layout of the store by heart and could recall where every single article in the store was located. It didn't mean she knew what their purpose was. Even if her father had described them many many many many times.

Pandora skipped along the road, her feet kicking gravel with each bounce in her step. She hummed a melody nonchalantly as she made her way down to nowhere specific. It was then that she heard a voice that made her stop in the middle of her jig. 

"Play? Of course!" Pandora rushed over to the girl, ignoring the harsh tone that was used to call her over. She loved meeting people and playing! Who didn’t?! "Whoa, what happened here?", she pointed to the broomstick planted in the earth. "Let me get that for you!"

Pandora hopped over to the broom and meant to place her hands on the handle until she twirled back to her new friend. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you my name! I'm Pandora St Oswald. Papa says it's important that we give full names. I don't know why". She still didn't comprehend the power of her surname. "What's your name?", she asked with a bright smile as she extended her hand for the girl to shake.


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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Elijah Hayes on 12/07/2019 at 01:00 »
Character name: Elijah Hayes
Face claim (first name last name): Adrien Brody
Link to accepted application/completed thread: x
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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Brennen Collins on 11/07/2019 at 23:50 »
Character name: Brennen Collins
Face claim (first name last name):  Griffin Gluck
Link to accepted application/completed thread: x
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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Athanasia Valenti on 10/07/2019 at 17:08 »
CHANGE OF FACE CLAIM

Character name: Athanasia Valenti
Old face claim (first name last name): Adelaide Kane

New face claim (first name last name): Vittoria Ceretti
Link to accepted application/completed thread: x
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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Charlotte Pantazis on 10/07/2019 at 15:29 »
Character name: Charlotte Pantazis
Face claim (first name last name): Alyvia Alyn Lind
Link to accepted application/completed thread: x

me and mari have agreed to share! <3
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Adults & Children / Re: Emma Jones
« Last post by Lilith Roberts on 09/07/2019 at 18:41 »
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Lilith Roberts

Gender: Female

Age: 11

Bloodline: Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
No

Residence:
Godrics Hollow

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
No

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:
n/a

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Lilith was a very inquisitive child by nature, and was the one who always asked "why?" Why this?  Why that?  She started reading simple words by the age of four, and although she knew how to walk, preferred to stay still. She was a very patient child.  Her parents were Muggle-lovers by nature and successful aurors by trade. She also helped take care of her little cousin in whatever ways she could. She spent a lot of time with her dad, who would often color with her, and taught her how to sound out more complex words and be a normal child.  But that wasnt enough.  Both parents tried to get Lilith to be more active, but they had little luck for a long time. Baseball was the only thing she could play.  They finally almost gave in after an incident that left Lilith with a scar on her right knee, and a broken bike. Her cousin Brittney had been a year old, and Lilith was now four. The crash itself wasn't as bad as the landing. She had managed to tip the bike over, and had landed on a razor sharp shard of glass. Damn it hurt like heck.  The bike was fine until it was run over by the neighbor. Why did she do that?  It broke her poor little heart.  It wasn't until a close family friend suggested swimming that they regained hope for sports. Lilith instantly loved the water, and was swimming well in what seemed like no time. She loved aquafit and the idea of exercise in the water.  Like wow!  Even young Brittney enjoyed playing in her floaties with her mom.  At the age of six, Lilith met some of the other children on the block. She had seen them before, but it was at a summer block party that she really met everyone. She had sat in the corner for a majority of the party, reading her book and drinking lemonade, until another young girl had walked up. She was a wallflower like her.  She had introduced herself as Katie, and started talking. At first Lilith was nervous. And then they became fast friends.  It was her first time meeting someone her age, and she wasn't very good at introductions. Finally the girl had paused to ask Lilith a little about herself. After Lilith finished, the two talked about what they liked to do, and simple things that children usually talk about.  And then Lilith found out that she was a witch.

Roleplay:
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:
The park.  It was a nice day for a walk.  But Lilith just came to go on the swings to clear her mind.

To Lilith Quidditch was a bloodbath.  Nothing but a joke.  Why were people into such sports?

Today Lilith was wearing a simple dress with flowers on it.  She wished she could play but she had homework to do.  But she could play for a bit...

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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Gabriela E. Stoyanova on 07/07/2019 at 18:38 »
Character name: Gabriela Stoyanova
Face claim (first name last name): Inka Williams
Link to accepted application/completed thread: http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8680.msg31488#msg31488
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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Gabriela E. Stoyanova
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 05/07/2019 at 20:54 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8680.0
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