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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Sophia Darcy on 23/01/2020 at 17:53 »
Character name: Sophia Darcy
Face claim (first name last name): Olivia Holt
Link to accepted application/completed thread: http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8930.0
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Hi Santiago, welcome to the site!

Your application looks good, there's just one small thing you'll need to change before we can get you accepted.

In your biography, you mention that Santiago fell for the Head Girl, Shannon Tucker, while he was at Durmstrang. Given that someone else might also have roleplayed being at Durmstrang in the years that Santiago was there, we don't assign NPC names to positions like Head Girl (or allow members to say their characters held those positions) to keep things open and fair for everyone. You can either remove Shannon Tucker as a name fro your biography and just mention that he fell for the Head Girl, or you can keep her as Shannon Tucker but remove the reference to Head Girl.

Once you've made the required change, please repost your entire revised application below, and we'll be more than happy to take another look. Thanks!

I don't know if I am missing it but I could not find the place to edit my original post so with that said I decided to just go ahead & add a revised application below.


E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Santiago Nightingdale
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Blood Status: Pure Blood

Education:
Durmstrang, Class of '52

Residence:
Lives in London ~ Heart will always belong to Spain

Occupation
None

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?
Unknown; where ever the wind takes him.

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 12
  • Divination: 4
  • Transfiguration: 8
  • Summoning: 8
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:
None

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
You know the old saying "born with a silver spoon in their mouth"? Well with most people that is played off as a joke but not my sister & I; we quite literally were born in a class of privilege. My sister loved playing the part of spoiled rich brat but not me so one day as we were entering into our school years; the big decision between private school, boarding school or public school was presented to us. I jumped at the chance to attend public school; now you got to understand I had already been "home schooled" up until now & would probably continue to be groomed to take over the company one day. Oh yes father was already starting that at such a young age; needless to say my parents where shocked about my decision but allowed it to take place. I told them my wish for a normal up bringing until it was absolutely necessary for me to be groomed for the company & just like that they respected my wishes.

My sister was sent off to boarding school that would travel abroad while I started my normal childhood. My first day of elementary school is where I met Andy; we bonded over our love of comic books & became instant best friends. From that day on we did everything together from t-ball to karate, sleep overs at my house which resulted in us terrorizing the house elf….it was great. Oh did I forget to mention both Andy & I cam from a wizarding family?

Fast forwarding to the day Andy & I parted ways for wizarding school. I went to Durmstrang just like every man in my family while Andy attended Hogwarts. Anyways already having had my heart broken twice (yes before the age of 11; he's definitely his father's son) I had adopted the hard shell that all the girls found so damned appealing for some reason. I was ready for them though; I just give them a look & they backed off…my dad had started grooming me to take over the company as per our deal when I was very young & this was part of it…he told me to use my hurt from my relationships & build a wall so I did. However the second I made the Quidditch team there was one girl who sunk her claws into me & wouldn't back off; the Head Girl.

Now fast forwarding once more; the day I graduated from Durmstrang I was supposed to take over the family business however things changed. Of course the moment I told my father that I did not want the business he was not happy; he cut me off financially which was just fine with me. I've been traveling every since then doing odd jobs & learning new things.


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:
It had taken a long time for Santiago to get over the hurt in his heart bestowed upon him by various females. It used to be that if he seen a woman in distress he'd ignore her…well not so much ignore her but that he wouldn't help her himself; however he would find someone suitable to help. Now after much healing he is a whole new person; as such he wished for a relationship with his father.

He was on his way to meet his father for lunch when he seen the redhead fall as well as her heel break. He was much too far away to hear her voice however as no one else was stopping to help the poor girl, he made his way over to her only stopping a moment to retrieve her broken shoe then looked at her "Lets get you out of the middle of the street."

He has a deep Spanish accent with dazzling blue eyes, thick brown hair & a slight beard that needs to be shaved. As he held his hand out to her she'd be able to see his hands are rough with calluses which are a result of hard work. If she took his hand then he would carry her over to a bench so he could work on her shoe but if not then he would work on it right there,


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Adults & Children / Re: Santiago Nightingdale ~ Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 22/01/2020 at 19:04 »
Hi Santiago, welcome to the site!

Your application looks good, there's just one small thing you'll need to change before we can get you accepted.

In your biography, you mention that Santiago fell for the Head Girl, Shannon Tucker, while he was at Durmstrang. Given that someone else might also have roleplayed being at Durmstrang in the years that Santiago was there, we don't assign NPC names to positions like Head Girl (or allow members to say their characters held those positions) to keep things open and fair for everyone. You can either remove Shannon Tucker as a name fro your biography and just mention that he fell for the Head Girl, or you can keep her as Shannon Tucker but remove the reference to Head Girl.

Once you've made the required change, please repost your entire revised application below, and we'll be more than happy to take another look. Thanks!
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Adults & Children / Callan Fraser | Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Callan Fraser on 20/01/2020 at 20:27 »

E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D


CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Callan Alastair Fraser
Gender: Male
Age: 10, born May 1st 1948
Bloodline: Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Mother: Nairna Fraser, farmer and housewife.
Father: Robert Reed Fraser, farmer and radio broadcaster.
They are currently NPCs, but they might be played in the future.

Residence:
The Fraser Farm, close to Inverness, Scotland. A large piece of land well known for farming trees for wand and broom-making and home to Callan, his parents, siblings, grandfather, aunt, uncle and cousins – as well as some workers.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Not at this time, but I will apply him for Hogwarts next term.

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:
Geryon Crowley & co.

Biography:
"Callan," she whispered, as a tear of joy ran down her apple red cheek. "Callan Alastair," she repeated, louder this time, cradeling the newborn boy in her arms. "Welcome, Callan Alastair," the voices sounded in response. All happy. Joyful. Proud. Robert, Willanius, Feradorah, Bearnard and Tilda – as well as some members of the neighboring clans, all stood in a circle around Nairna and her child. The trees of the family farm surrounding them, protecting them. Willanius and his sons stepped into the middle, Robert was carrying the shovel. He dug a hole and the three of them kneeled down. Willanius raised his hand – holding the seed of a tree. Everyone closed their eyes as he began to whisper in Gaelic. Following the last word the seed was planted in the ground. After returning the soil with his hands, Robert walked over to his wife and son, with a smile that felt like it stretched all the way around. Leaning down he kissed Nairna's forehead before placing his soil-covered thumb on his son's. "Fàilte, my lad," Robert said, before taking the child into his arms. "I have a son!" He exclaimed towards the rest, and they all cheered in response.



Peeking over his shoulder, Callan could see them over by the Hawthorns, doing whatever it was that they were doing.. The young Fraser boy frankly wasn't interested in the care of trees , but he certainly liked climbing them! Although, it had become a rather risky affair, as his grandpa had given clear instructions as for which trees were strictly off limits. Instructions that Callan probably remembered for a maximum of 7 minutes. But this tree right here, it pretty much begged to be climbed – with all these perfectly climbable branches poking out in every direction. It was exactly tall enough to be exciting, and not so dense that he would be robbed of the spectacular view he was after on the top. Yet, dense enough that his granparents working close by would have trouble spotting him, if this was indeed one of the “no climb trees”. Carefully he placed his feet, reached for a new branch and pulled himself further up. He was getting good at this, it was almost too easy! That was the last thought that passed through his head before the crack reached his ears and he felt the support vanish from beneath his feet. Down he fell, scratching his face and being slapped by quite a few branches along the way. With a thump he landed flat on the grass – a big broken branch laying next to him.

"Auch," Callan whispered, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Immediately he heard his name being yelled, the voice coming nearer with every breath he took. "Callan Alastair Fraser, I told you, I told you not to climb this tree!" Willanius shouted in dispair, kneeling – not beside the boy, but the branch next to him. "Look what you've done," he continued, voice lower now, shaking as he picked up the severed branch. Callan bit his lip, trying to hold back the tears. Not cause he hurt from the fall, but he really hated dissappointing those he cared about. The old man took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he put the branch back down. "Are you allright?" he asked, as Feradorah came running up behind him. "I'm sorry," Callan whimpered, not daring to open his eyes. "Not to worry, my dear," his grandmother lovingly said as she sat down by the boy and picked him up into a hug, just as the water could no longer be contained in the child's eyes. "Wounds and scratches will heal, for little lads and trees alike," she continued, stroking Callan's hair and sending a loving gaze towards her husband. "And while I think I have just the thing to help you dry your tears in my kitchen, no one is better at helping trees heal than your grandfather," she assured. Callan peeked up now, feeling a weight of his shoulders as he saw his grandfather smile. "The tree will be allright, lad," he eventually said. "And you can help me care for her tomorrow, if you'd like." Callan quickly nodded. He wanted nothing more than to make ammends. Reaching over to the branch, Fernadora took a piece of bark from it and placed it in Callan's small hand. "And maybe we can find some way to help you remember what trees like to be climbed on and which don't," she said, receiving a nod in response.



"You're going to need a new chair soon, lad! Did you see, Tilda, how long his legs have gotten?" Callan was grinning wide with a mouth full of roast and mashed potatoes when he heard his uncle speak. He did indeed feel like he had grown a lot this past winter, and of course uncle Bearnard would be the first to notice. It was a tradition in their family, that everyone got their own chair made from wood from the farm, and as they became older they eventually made their own. He particularly liked grandfather Willinius' chair – it was more like a throne with it's tall back and decorated armrests. Dad's was rather neat as well – it had so many carvings and decorations, and mom had painted it in really pretty colors. "I'm telling you Rob, soon he'll be joining my team!" Bearnard said and winked at his nephew, who had already scooped his fork ready for the next bite. Callan hoped he was right – he'd love to be a quidditch player, just like uncle Bear. The mood around the table was energic as always. Laughter and smiles, and mom's delicious cooking. "Maybe so, but quidditch players eat their vedgetables, right Bear?" his mother Nairna said with a smirk and sent her son an encouraging look. Whilst chewing, Callan took a long look at the broccoli on his plate, weighing it back and forth in his mind, before just about being able to fit it on the already stuffed fork. "Speaking of Quiddith!" his dad Robert shot in. "Guess what famous top player will be joining my radio show this Thursday?" There was no hiding the excitement in his voice. Robert Reed Fraser was very, very excited about his broadcasting. "Is it me?" Bearnard replied teasingly, without getting any attention. "Giles McCorrin! Captain of the King Kelpies!" Callan heard the gasps around the table and although he didn't know much about quidditch, even he could feel that this was something big. After they had all gibbered on about the McCorrin guy for a while, Callan turned to face his grandfather. "Grandpa, when will I get my wand?" he asked. Willanius grinned and leaned in. "Now that my good lad, that is an excellent question indeed."



Roleplay:
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:
Callan really enjoyed tagging along to deliver wood for the various wandshops and broommakers in the area. He got to see new places, meet new people and best of all – often get treats from the people they stopped by. He had become sort of a mascot by now and seldom complained about it.

Although, there were times when the waiting was a bit more than he'd like. Dad would always talk with all and everyone – customers, aquaintances, people who listened to his radio show... There were always people stopping him ever so often – if he didn't see and stop them first. And sure, it was nice, but they could end up talking for what felt like forever..

And yes, this was indeed one of those moments. They had just finished the last delivery of the day and were heading through the park to get some well deserved ice cream. But of course dad had met someone who he knew from somewhere and was now stuck knee deep in conversation. Callan scratched his nose as he leaned back on a tree a few feet away from his dad.

All of a sudden he heard someone cry out next to him.

“You! Do you want to play?”

Turning around he spottet a girl with what looked like a broom in her hand. Callan's eyes widened in excitement and he grinned without even realizing it. "Do I!" he answered without hesitation and pushed away from the tree and walked closer. "Is that your broom?" he asked, looking at it and then back at her. "Is it fast?"

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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Alexander Valentine on 20/01/2020 at 06:13 »
Character name: Alexander Valentine
Face claim (first name last name): Matt Bomer
Link to accepted application/completed thread: http://hogwarts-school.net/elsewhere/index.php?topic=10903.0

Note: I think it might be noted somewhere that I had been the original owner back before Courtney used him for Able, but if I need to poke about it again just let me know since its been a while.
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Adults & Children / Olive Solita
« Last post by Olive Solita on 19/01/2020 at 22:23 »

E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Olive Solita

Gender: Female

Age: 6 [DOB: 3rd July 1952]

Bloodline:
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Marcia Olive Solita (NPC) (deceased)(muggleborn), Richard Solita (NPC) (Muggle)

Residence:
The Solita Household-- a rather large apartment in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, with three bedrooms, one bathroom, and a open plan kitchen and a living room. It has to be quite spacious to fit the musical siblings living there, and so, is usually quite chaotic.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: Daycare

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?: N/A

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Marilyn-Rose Wilson & Co.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Olive Solita was the younger sister, she'd known this fact her entire life, so not only was she the youngest in the family, but she was also the only girl in their entire household. She was the only daughter, and second-to-only child of Richard and Marcia Solita, pushed out of this position by her big brother: Marco Solita. Not that that fact had ever stopped her, as the brunette had always captured the attention of her (admittedly small) family, she was just working on stretching out her base for performances a little further than the two members of her family. Performances, as she, after all, would be a dancer, not only would she be a dancer, she would be the dancer, she would be in all the magazines and carry one of those little gold toys everyone seemed to be so obsessed with and that red floor that they all stood on. Yes, that would be her, and nothing-- nothing-- would stop the little girl who wanted to follow her dream.

She liked to spin around the large flat, wooden floors were perfect for it, in her special pink soft ballet shoes with the little ribbons that her daddy had gotten her, or she enjoyed impromptu tippy-tapping sessions on their kitchen tiles, in her ruby red glittery tap shoes, or her sparkly pink tap shoes, or those shiny matte black ones with the sparkly silver ribbons, which Daddy didn't like, but he was just always working all the time, and was super busy, so it never affected him, and Marco never seemed to mind because he'd just sit in their room, with his microphone turned off so that she would not disturb him at all. She didn't ever want to disturb him, but was pretty sure that whenever she did her special performances in her special ballet skirt with her special ballet tiara on, he turned his microphone off so he couldn't listen to her, so special dance breaks weren't that much of a problem to him. Which is why random dance sessions, and singing sessions, loudly, with a hairbrush, or whatever worked as a microphone, except his microphone, often happened in their bedroom.

She loved it.


(She was a little shit at it, though.)

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 was rubbish. Rubbish rubbish rubbish. Olive hated it, she wasn’t the one who had wanted to go out. Apparently, their dad was not a fan of her latest dance break which involved a huge tap number that she had been working on for days. Not only did it have the super difficult forwards back down in it, but also lots and lots of the incredibly fun stamps, but also step heels and toe taps! Apparently, he didn't enjoy it nearly as much as she and Marco did and was worried that she'd break the kitchen tiles. It was silly, because the shoes only had a little bit of metal on the end of the toes. She wasn't allowed heel taps until she was a grade two and she was only in primary now-- nearly a grade one!

So they'd been sent to the park, as she looked around sulking. There was nowhere to dance, and she'd bought her special tap shoes in her bag (you weren't supposed to walk in them outside but dance on a special floor) and her special ballet shoes. But there was well and truly nowhere else to dance. She pouted, sulking as she turned to look at her brother, only to find him gone. That made her cross her arms, as she turned to look towards the voice that was yelling out to her.

The other girl was about her height, and was just as grumpy as she was.

"No." She replied, pouting, before she realised and she smiled brightly at the little boy, "But do you want to dance? We can do some twirls. Like this--"

She spun on one foot, before stumbling slightly.

"See? Loads more fun than playing house and cleaning the floor."

That had to be why she was holding a broom.


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Adults & Children / Marco Solita
« Last post by Marco Solita on 19/01/2020 at 22:11 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Marco Solita

Gender: Male

Age: 7 (DOB: 21st September 1951)

Bloodline: Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Marcia Solita (mb)[deceased] and Richard Solita (muggle)[NPCs]

Residence:
Newcastle-Upon-Tyne - large apartment with smallish bedrooms [3]and a big kitchen and living room space.

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

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? N/A

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Henry Reed & Co.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Marco is most often described as ‘the boy with the microphone’, as that is usually the first thing people see, or at least the first thing they take note of. If they really looked, they might see his kind eyes or his dimples or the way the freckle on his lip stretched when he smiled.

His microphone, in fact, was the last thing Marco wanted people to see but he knew he didn’t have a choice. On at exactly 11:52pm on the 21st September 1951, Marco entered the world screaming as any baby would do. It was only after multiple nights of constant screaming that couldn’t be sated, that the doctors ran tests and found that he, Marco , had moderate hearing loss in both ears. The doctors blamed it on the fact that he was born premature by almost a full three months and the condition hadn’t been picked up on due to worries about keeping his heart beating and his tummy full.

At age five, the boy looked like any other average kid his age - the height, the weight. He developed averagely which, with the help of his sister and father, included speech and socialisation. Any little speech slurs or mistaken sounds weren’t taken on by him anyways. The only thing that tipped people off was the microphone. Strapped to his chest or of someone nearby, the wires that ran from the little machine to the plugs in his ears, it wasn’t normal but it was Marco.

His headphones were a useful barrier for him that he could control. He might not be able to have any effect over his stupid ears but he could with his transistor, whether it be hidden in a corner so he could listen to secrets being whispered in the halls or to be turned off entirely in order to block everyone out. He had a habit of pretending to be fully deaf when he didn’t want to answer something, though this didn’t work on his dad… Dang it.

Marco has a great relationship with his younger sister, Olive. After his tricky birth, their mother had gotten pregnant just a mere while afterwards and then Olive was born. The same school year, a close age gap and unfortunately, the death of their mother - it all meant that the two kids were close and relied on each other. She was his best friend and he hoped he was hers too. Richard, their dad, ensured that a woman could come round to their flat twice a week as the kids were growing up to teach all three of them sign language. It was hard and Rick struggled with it more than the kids but they all have at least a basic understanding of the language.

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:

He hadn’t planned on going out today.

Then again, he was six so his days weren’t really planned. As far as he knew - which wasn’t always much as he didn’t like paying attention to many things - they were going to the daycare until daddy got home from work and picked them up.

At the daycare, it was usually noisy and busy with the ages involved but Marco was seven now! He was big enough to sit in the corner and do a puzzle rather than cry and whine like the babies. It helped when his microphone was turned off, even though some noises still came through.

Right now, kids were getting their coats on and he quickly got up to copy. Marco would never turn down an opportunity to go walking somewhere. The park, they were going to the park! Oh, how exciting!

It wasn’t long before they were scattered across swings and slides, though his attention was more focused on some kids on brooms. He hadn’t ridden a broom before. His exit down the slide left him running over to the area, originally to ask if he could have a go.

However, he got distracted by a sudden ‘YOU’ ringing metallically through his ears. Huh? A little girl was pointing at him and so he went closer. “Is your broom broken?” The seven year old asked, motioning to the stuck-in-the-mud-broom nearby.

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E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name:
Piper Vivica LaMotta

Nickname:
Vinny

Gender:
Female

Age:
10

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
No but I am willing for them as well as her brother & grandparents to be played characters by someone if they were willing.

Residence:
Lives in Banchory

Quote
Burgh or town in Aberdeenshire, Scotland

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
I don't know

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:
Santiago Nightingdale

Biography: (100 words minimum.)

Present Day
Piper LaMotta


Julie and Luke had both been blessed with a beautiful family; a strapping son (Leonardo) who much to his mother's dismay was ready to head off to Durmstrang just like his father and a baby girl…well can't really say baby anymore the little tyke has already grown into a toddler. Though she wasn't speaking full sentences yet she was still a holy terror running through the cabin at top speeds. At first Julie did her best to keep little Piper corralled so she could get house work done; Luke was at work, Leo was taking it upon himself to wrap things up at his Muggle school before heading off to Durmstrang & Vasiliy (my mom) was out to lunch with Arlene (Luke's muggle mom); but soon realized her daughter wasn't having none of that. As she heard the front door slam she rolled her eyes with a chuckle; this had become a daily routine of theirs…Piper running the very uneven land outside and Julie chasing her.

But today was different; when Julie went outside Piper wasn't running around like normal…nope she was standing in one spot starring at the cabin with fear in her little face. It took every fiber in Julie's being not to rush out to her daughter for fear of scaring her more "Hey Vinny…" her mother called the little girl by her nickname hoping for a smile but nothing "What's wrong dear?" Piper looked at the house fear clear on her face "House…hot…ouchie." Even though most wouldn't have understood this at all; Julie had listened to her daughter's speech enough to understand not to mention the look on her little face. "You mean the type of hot in that big box mommy and daddy tell you to stay away from until you are older?" Of course she meant the times they made a fire in the fire place but they had to child it up for her "Yes…big hot…more hot." This made Julie bit her lip softly as she realized that her daughter clearly was seeing the cabin on fire which meant that Piper was next Seer in the family. She could remember her mother telling her all about their lineage and how Seer's run in their bloodline, she remembered being told that her grandmother was in fact a Seer as well.

Julie scooped up her daughter and held on tight to her wand "Hold on tight to mommy." she said soothingly picturing the beach Luke took her to for one of their anniversaries; presumably where Piper was conceived; thankful she'd learned how to apparate. She knew the beach waves would be soothing for Piper and they were so much so she fell asleep. With the use of her magic Julie procured a couple of blankets for her daughter (one to sleep on and one to cover up with); she walked away from the sleeping girl just enough that her conversations wouldn't wake her. With her wand she procured her cute lemur patronus; she laughed watching it bounce around "Hey calm down silly I have a message to send." The leaping lemur got into position to receive a message "Luke, something happened at the house so I brought Piper to the beach." She knew that Luke would know what beach she meant, she also knew that he would know to come straight here.

Once Luke heard the message from his wife; heck honestly the patronus alone was enough to know his wife needed him as he'd never seen a lemur patronus before. Anyways the moment he heard the message from his wife he went straight to his boss "Hey boss; I just got a patronus message from Julie…she said something happened at the house, didn't say what and ended up taking Piper to the beach. Can I go see what's going on?" He was very grateful that he was able to get his job at the Ministry back after the war. When he first started back after the war they took the top Aurora's and made them part of an elite group called Social Reconstruction Committee; Their aim is to restore Wizarding Britain to its former glory.
Luke's boss looked up at him from his huge stack of reports threatening to fall over from the desk in which they sat "A patronus message…that's nothing to fool around with; do you want me to send a couple of Aurora's to your house to see what you might be up against." Luke knew this would be a bad idea at least right now as his wife as well as her family has told him about the gift that runs in her family so he shrugged it off "No not right now; at least not until I talk to her to see what is going on." His boss nodded softly at this giving him the green light to go check that everything is alright.

When he arrived at the beach he smiled seeing two members of his family; from where he stood he could see his adorable daughter playing good guy with a blanket and his beautiful wife sitting near by watching like a hawk. He walked over to them and sat next to Julie "So what happened?" Julie sighed softly leaning her head on his shoulder "Piper has the gift of our family." He smiled softly with a chuckle "Is that all? I think that's great!" Julie nodded softly "Normally I would say that too if her first vision hadn't been our cabin burning down." She snapped making him frown; "Sorry Luke I didn't mean to get upset…"

He kissed her forehead softly "It's fine you're worried; babe this is simple go house hunting today. Stay away from the cabin I will send a small crew of Aurora's to the cabin just to be safe. This may sound silly but let Piper choose the home without telling her that she is. If you two find something you love buy it; get the money from Gringotts and send word to me, your mom and Leo of the new address." Julie was lucky to be with him; she knew that not many people would understand her family but he did. "I have to get back to work babe; Piper come give daddy a hug." He stood scooping up his daughter giving her a big bear hug and smothering her face in kisses making Piper giggle "Silly daddy."

Soon he was on his was back to work; Julie and Piper where on their way to find a new home for their family. She had no idea what Luke meant by let Piper pick their home but after an all day trip of visiting various countries and seeing who knows how many houses she understood. Standing at the end of a long drive way on a ranch style home and for the first time since they started this endeavor Piper seemed very interested. Her young innocent eyes took in everything around her; she felt an instant connection with this place…it's wide open spaces, a horse paddock to the right, a large shade tree with plenty of room for gardening to the left. The house itself was a large 4-bedroom, 2-bathroom with a possible fifth bedroom in the attic. "Home home home home!" Piper chanted loudly making Julie laugh at her little girl "If that's what you want my sweet pea."

Buying the house didn't take long especially since it was listed with a wizarding realtor; this lady was able to procure what she needed at a moment's notice, go where she needed to get anything she needed including Luke's signature. The woman was very professional and friendly "Everything seems to be in order all that is left for you to do is take this sachel to your vault and once the correct amount is inside the sachel will disappear only to be replaced with a set of keys to your new home." It didn't take them all long to move in and get settled in; Julie even splurged and bought the family a pet in the form of a dog…French Bulldog to be exact. She knew this house was the new beginning their family needed.

It's all about that magic

The life of a normal wizarding family is full of magical whimsy but that of the LaMotta family on the other hand. Yes they have their whimsical days but not so much magical not so far from Piper yet that is; to the point that her family was starting to worry. Julie could remember her mother telling her "Well I remember my mother telling me she couldn't keep me in my crib because I kept popping out of it when I was tiny baby. She said she'd find me all over the house sleeping in such random places." She chuckled at the thought but now as she thought of this she tried to remember when her first magical ability came to light.

If she remembered her mother's stories correctly then she too was a baby "Oh Julie I can remember when you were just a baby; you had this teddy bear I give you just after you were born…your little hand latched onto that bear. Anyways anytime I would take that bear to wash it or you; sure enough it would make its way back to you…a lot of times dripping wet because that's just how much you wanted your bear." She smiled at the memory; she missed her mother since she moved even though she visits a lot.

She had asked Luke a few times when he began showing magical talent but he just said he didn't remember. So of course she went straight to his mother (Arlene); now this was about three years or so after they got married so her memory might be a bit fuzzy "Oh let me think; ah yes now I remember…he was four. We had all went to a family reunion; I could see him running around playing with some of the older kids…there wasn't many children. Anyway; it all happened so fast…I watched Luke get pushed down flat on his face, just as I was about to go to his aid. Luke turned around with a look I've never seen on his face, screamed and it was then vines came up out of the ground grabbing the boy who pushed Luke and held him to the ground. I couldn't get to Luke fast enough."

As a mother of two children; Julie was trying very hard not to compare her kids but honestly it was a hard thing not to do. Especially when her son had shown magical talent by the time he was two; she sighed thinking of him as he was off in school. She knew to expect this as a mother of a wizard but she never expected it to hurt this much. As she watched her little girl play in the sandbox at the park she began thinking it might be nice to have a nice normal child. Yes she realized she was practically wishing the life of a Squib upon her own child and that was selfish but she didn't want her birdie's leaving the nest so soon.

Coming to the park had become a mother daughter ritual since Piper began pre-school at the age of three now being five this has been going on for a while. This was a way for them both to relax as well as socialize with those in the surrounding community and Piper didn't really needed the social skills as she seemed to be naturally social. Today was just like any other day; Julie pushed Piper in the swings, talked to her about not talking to strangers, told her to have fun before letting her loose while she went to go sit with the other parents "If you can't see me; I can't see you." she called out to Piper.

"Okay momma!" Piper called back running over to the sandbox where she started building a fort. That is until a bigger boy came over looking very mean "What are you doing in my sandbox you little brat?!" Piper looked at him noticing this boy has dirty blonde hair with bright green eye's truth be told even at her young age she'd probably think he was cute had it not been for him being so rude. "Your sandbox? Unless your name is wood then I don't believe I see your name on this sandbox in which case I see no reason we can't share."

The boy looked as if he was about to explode no one had ever dared to speak to him like that "How dare you speak to me in that tone?" he tried to bellow but his voice squeaked. Piper rolled her eyes at him which only made him madder which he decided to get revenge for by pretending he was going to leave; instead however when he got behind her he shoved her face into the sand fort she was working on. She turned around with sand all over her face making her look like she was a rabid dog; as she looked at him she thought he looked like a toad with his chest puffed out the way it was now. Just like that he turned into a toad making her jump back in surprise; thankfully the moment she jumped back her concentration broke so the little bit of magic she used wore of.

Meanwhile back at the table with the parents Julie watched her daughter like a hawk; needless to say she seen her daughters display of magic. Well she supposed Piper was definitely not a Squib and knew this would be start of a rather crazy life with a little witchy daughter. She had a feeling there really is no such thing as a normal life for that of a witch and after seeing the smile on her daughters face once she realized what happened Julie was just fine with all that.

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It's my birthday! I love my birthday; with it's cool crisp January breeze's, almost always snow on the ground and best of all a frozen over lake which is perfect for ice skating. All my friends from school came out to the house for an ice skating birthday party; oh how I love all my friends! They are just the best!

Before anyone got here my dad and Leo both was very busy using their wands to put up a large white tent then allowed my mom and grandma in to use their wands to decorate with balloons, confetti poppers, and all sorts of other Muggle decorations. They went a bit over board with the food but hey that's fine; they procured a chocolate waterfall for fondue, lined the tables with candy of all sorts and so much more. Honestly my eyes couldn't keep up with everything I was seeing in this tent.

Next to the frozen over lake dad procured a little skate rental shack with a sign that says 'Free rentals today only' and the one running non other than Leo. He looked so hilarious in his costume mom forced him to wear "Aw don't you look adorable big brother?" He chuckled at me then ruffled my hair "Anything for my little sister…just glad I got home for your birthday. Man that school was intense honestly I didn't think I'd make it through to graduation but I did." I smiled softly at him "I'm glad your back too well I better go feed Chestnut before everyone gets here." While I was in the horse stables feeding the big brown stallion my father got for me a couple of Christmas's ago I heard the voices of my friends. I kissed Chestnut on his nose "See you tomorrow big fella."

I ran out to meet my friends; they all dropped off their gifts to me in the designated area then we all went to go skating. Soon one by one each of us got out on the ice, even our parents joined in on the fun…some skated on their own while others skated in pairs. Me I took joy in skating by myself doing laps around the lake just watching everyone. At times I would go into the mix of my friends playfully lapping them with a small smirk.

During one of the laps around a friend of mine the world around me all of a sudden went into extra slow motion; as if my hearing was amplified I could hear the ice starting to crack directly under Abigail and she didn't know how to swim. Without giving it a second thought I pushed Abigail towards the snow bank watching her fall on her butt in the snow. I could hear people screaming and rushing towards me "Stay back!" With the momentum I used to push Abigail with I had skated right were she once stood; it only took seconds for the ice to give way making me plunge into the freezing water below.

Leo jumped over the skate rental booth when he seen Piper fall in the water and jumped into the water after his sister. Honestly this was reason enough for him to have gone to Durmstrang; now he could withstand freezing cold water like it was nothing. He brought his sister up to the surface where his father waited while his mother and grandmother made everyone stay up on the bank. His father took Piper to the bank to get her breathing then took her into the house to get her warm. Thankfully in the house her father could use magic to warm her up "So tell me what happened sweet pea."

I bit my lip thankful for warm clothes as I tried to figure out the best way to word what happened "Dad…I could feel that something was going to happen and I could hear the ice cracking." He looked at her with an arched brow then nodded softly "When your party is over my sweet one I think you need to have a talk to you mom and grandma." I give him a hug then went back outside with my friends who were all inside the tent worried sick about me; needless to say the ice skating portion of the party was over.

As night began to fall and everyone went home; my family used their magic once more to tear down the remains of my party. Soon all was said and done; all of us was in our most comfy pajama's while Leo and dad talked about Durmstrang together on one side of the living room both drinking something called Fire Whiskey. Mom, grandma and I sitting in front of the fireplace both are teaching me how to play Wizards Chess while talking about Hogwarts. This had become a nightly ritual every since I turned four but now dad actually has someone to talk to and not feel totally left out; poor dad. Anyways tonight I had to talk to them about something "Hey mom…grandma…something happened tonight; dad says I should talk to you both about it." The two women looked at me with almost troubled looks "What is it Vinny?" My mom asked using the nickname she'd dubbed me with a long time ago making me smirk a bit. "Before I fell in the water; I skated around Abigail and when I did…the world slowed down. I could feel that something bad was going to happen and I then I could hear the ice cracking."

They both looked at each other for a moment my grandma giving my mom a gentle nod. I had no idea what their mental conversation was about but I was about to find out because my mom stood with a small smile leaving grandma and I to finish the game. Soon enough mom came back with an old dark brown leather bound book that I could plainly see was in need of some serious repairs; she sat on the couch "Come on over here Piper I have some things to tell you." This of course got the whole families attention as I sat next to mom; with her hands folded on top of the book she told us all about our family history as it applies to mom's side of the family. When she finished she presented me with the book on her lap "Piper my dear this book has been passed down from Seer to Seer in the family; only those with the gift can open it. I have been it's protector for a long time and your grandmother before me; now I am pleased to present it to the next generation." She handed me the book that was now mine; this book is very detailed on the front cover…someone took great care in creating this book.

It wasn't until I got up into my room; which used to be the attic until I claimed it as my room; later that night to go to bed did I open the book as I did I was beyond shocked as a voice came from the book almost like a narrator in a movie. The voice was of a lovely young woman if I had to venture a guess; maybe early 20's speaking in Old English. "Thee possesseth the gift of f're sight, congratulations and welcometh to the family; this booketh shall lief beest did fill with the w'rds and wisdom of se'r's bef're thee but bef're thy ancest'rs toucheth thy heart th're art somethings yond thee needeth to knoweth. The gift of se'r runs in the family bloodline howev'r t only surfaces within ev'ry third gen'ration to the first b'rn female. I did create this booketh as a way f'r se'r's succeeding myself to teachest those yond shall beest following those folk ev'rything those gents has't learn'd about their gift, ev'rything yond hast been seen. basically this is a se'r's journal.

as a se'r approaches their lasteth days on earth those gents needeth to appointeth a protecteth'r of the booketh until the next gen'ration is b'rn. The duties of protecteth'r art as follows; keepeth the booketh enshielf and did protect, keepeth the booketh and ev'rything about being a se'r a secret unless to thy spouse, giveth the booketh to the next se'r in the family, teachest the newest se'r as much as those gents knoweth. The duties of the appointee art as follows; keepeth the booketh on the moth'r's side of the family (this is our lineage), remindeth those folk of their duties as a protecteth'r, allows assign a backeth up protecteth'r lest.

i desire this booketh provides all the holp, answ'rs and wisdom i believeth 'twill to future gen'rations of se'r's to cometh. I give you all peace, loveth and happiness."

When she finished speaking I closed the book feeling content and happy; I knew my life would be very different from now on. I was ready for life as a witch but being a Seer on top of it…this would be something else entirely. Was I ready for it? I think so; with my ancestors guiding me threw…I can't go wrong.

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Even though it is not talked about there is Seer lineage on the father's side as well just not as prominent or as well known in the family as on the mother's side. Even though her dad is Muggle Born he does in fact have a wizard lineage starting with his grandparents and a very distant uncle who had the Seer ability though no one ever knew about it because he kept it to himself.


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Being accepted

It's been six years since I showed my first bit of magical talent something my father was very happy about when my mother told him what happened in the park that day. It's been three years since I have found out I am a Seer and was given the book of my ancestor's; the words they have written and learning from them (about them) gives me great comfort. I still love my birthday as much as always but I had already told my friends at school that my family was planning on sending me to a private school up state; knowing all about the possibility of getting into Hogwarts so I was prepared; therefore we had a very small party for my eleventh birthday.

I was just starting to wake up when my dad walked in with a breakfast tray "Happy birthday my sweet girl." I chuckled as I sat up and scooted over for him to sit next to me; this had become a secret birthday tradition for us a while back ago. He said that since he felt like we didn't spend enough time together and he was right with him working all the time I spent all my time with mom and grandma. So even if it is just one day a year for the course of a meal dad and I spend time together talking about anything and everything. After breakfast was done dad left so I could get dressed then come down stairs.

When I got down stairs I was surprised to see everyone dressed in their coats and boots "Where are we all going?" I asked as I slipped my coat, boots and mittens on getting myself all bundled up when Leo tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes "We're going to have a snow ball fight birthday girl." I laughed at him while hitting his back "Hey put me down you monkey." I said not realizing he was already outside with me until he dropped me in a huge pile of snow laughing his head off as I struggled to get out of the pile of snow. When I did I lunged at him tackling him to the ground smashing snow in his face as we both laughed; it was this moment our parents and grandma decided to come outside "Oh merlins beard children; honestly Leo your 21 years old grow up." Mom tried her hand at scolding but failed with that smile on her face. Leo laughed a bit "Never!"

The day went on like this the whole family playing in the snow, throwing snow balls and all that good stuff with me being the main target. "Hey what is this pick on Piper day?" I asked randomly in a playful huff making everyone laugh as my mom came over to pinch my cheeks "Yep sure is birthday girl." I pouted a bit but truly I loved this and they all knew it; out of no where grandma's voice came from the house "Hey everyone come on inside and get warm the temperature is starting drop I think there might be a blizzard coming." Of course we all went inside peeling out of our now wet coats and such scurrying like rats to our respective rooms to change into dry and warm clothes to settle in for the rest of the day by this time it was only the mid afternoon.

After a much needed hot bath, getting dressed in my warm and comfy pajama's with my hair up in a messy bun. I made my way down the stairs only to see my whole family surrounding a beautiful cake with eleven candles on top; the only light right now came from the candles. When I made my appearance my family sang Happy Birthday to me making me smile; my mom kissed my cheek softly "Make wish sweet pea." I looked at my family wondering what more I could possibly want in life…honestly there wasn't anything I could think of so I wished not for myself but for the universe to have eternal happiness as I blew out my candles. As the weather worsened we all stayed inside played Wizard Chess, opened some Wizard Crackers, played some Exploding Snap and even eating some Chocolate Frogs.

We were all having so much fun that we almost missed the owl pecking at the window; when we heard it I ran over to let the poor thing in. Well I tried the stupid window was stuck "Mom…will you open this stuck window please?" She nodded softly and took out her wand; I looked at the owl through the glass "Get back." Of course I knew the owl would understand mom and grandma had told me enough about the wizarding world; what wasn't brought home anyways. I watched as the owl flew away and hovered near by making me back away; mom used her wand to get the window open. The owl flew inside perching on my shoulder; I could feel the poor thing shiver. I went over and sat on the couch near the fireplace so the owl could warm up; at the same time the brown owl shook snow off himself then handed me an envelope with his talon. I took the envelope with a smile handing him a piece of an already exploded Wizard cracker "How about you stay here tonight? That weather is insane; no sense in traveling until it lets up." The owl gently pecked my cheek and found a place to perch leaving me with the letter which I now noticed was addressed to me "Mom…" I gasped as I opened the letter looking at my acceptance letter "I'm in…I've been accepted."

Roleplay:
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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?"

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Even at the ripe age of ten Piper still loved coming to the park with her mom; this was a place where they could come to talk about Hogwarts and really anything. She knew she was older than most of the kids here but that didn't stop her playing like a little kid; as she ran around with her family dog laughing like crazy. The shadow of brooms flying over head made her stop running & watch the brooms zoom in the air; she dropped down to one knee to pet her dog "Daddy taught me how to fly; it was really fun. Maybe I'll try out for the Quidditch team once I get to Hogwarts."

As she talked to her dog she watched a little girl with a toy broom; oh she was precious…she remembered the days of being on a toy broom. Her time of reminiscing was put to a halt when the voice of the young girl nearly made her jump out of skin. She'd been asked to play by the little girl; she smiled a bit as she walked over to her with her dog hot on her heels "You know it's rather dangerous to talk to strangers but yes we will play with you. I'm Piper & this here is Bull…over there the lady with her hair in a messy bun is my mother Julie. What is your name?" she asked leading the way towards the sandbox.

She has always loved the sandbox; truth be told she honestly didn't know why but her mother always said it was because subconsciously she remembered being at the beach at a very young age. Of course Piper wasn't too sure on this but hey anything is possible.


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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Santiago Nightingdale
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Blood Status: Pure Blood

Education:
Durmstrang, Class of '52

Residence:
Lives in London ~ Heart will always belong to Spain

Occupation
None

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?
Unknown; where ever the wind takes him.

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 12
  • Divination: 4
  • Transfiguration: 8
  • Summoning: 8
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:
None

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
You know the old saying "born with a silver spoon in their mouth"? Well with most people that is played off as a joke but not my sister & I; we quite literally were born in a class of privilege. My sister loved playing the part of spoiled rich brat but not me so one day as we were entering into our school years; the big decision between private school, boarding school or public school was presented to us. I jumped at the chance to attend public school; now you got to understand I had already been "home schooled" up until now & would probably continue to be groomed to take over the company one day. Oh yes father was already starting that at such a young age; needless to say my parents where shocked about my decision but allowed it to take place. I told them my wish for a normal up bringing until it was absolutely necessary for me to be groomed for the company & just like that they respected my wishes.

My sister was sent off to boarding school that would travel abroad while I started my normal childhood. My first day of elementary school is where I met Andy; we bonded over our love of comic books & became instant best friends. From that day on we did everything together from t-ball to karate, sleep overs at my house which resulted in us terrorizing the house elf….it was great. Oh did I forget to mention both Andy & I cam from a wizarding family?

Fast forwarding to the day Andy & I parted ways for wizarding school. I went to Durmstrang just like every man in my family while Andy attended Hogwarts. Anyways already having had my heart broken twice (yes before the age of 11; he's definitely his father's son) I had adopted the hard shell that all the girls found so damned appealing for some reason. I was ready for them though; I just give them a look & they backed off…my dad had started grooming me to take over the company as per our deal when I was very young & this was part of it…he told me to use my hurt from my relationships & build a wall so I did. However the second I made the Quidditch team there was one girl who sunk her claws into me & wouldn't back off; Head Girl Shannon Tucker.

Now fast forwarding once more; the day I graduated from Durmstrang I was supposed to take over the family business however things changed. Of course the moment I told my father that I did not want the business he was not happy; he cut me off financially which was just fine with me. I've been traveling every since then doing odd jobs & learning new things.


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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.

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It had taken a long time for Santiago to get over the hurt in his heart bestowed upon him by various females. It used to be that if he seen a woman in distress he'd ignore her…well not so much ignore her but that he wouldn't help her himself; however he would find someone suitable to help. Now after much healing he is a whole new person; as such he wished for a relationship with his father.

He was on his way to meet his father for lunch when he seen the redhead fall as well as her heel break. He was much too far away to hear her voice however as no one else was stopping to help the poor girl, he made his way over to her only stopping a moment to retrieve her broken shoe then looked at her "Lets get you out of the middle of the street."

He has a deep Spanish accent with dazzling blue eyes, thick brown hair & a slight beard that needs to be shaved. As he held his hand out to her she'd be able to see his hands are rough with calluses which are a result of hard work. If she took his hand then he would carry her over to a bench so he could work on her shoe but if not then he would work on it right there,


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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Sophia Darcy - Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Marina Lamont on 16/01/2020 at 20:20 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

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