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Adults & Children / Gia Fuentes
« Last post by Gia Fuentes on 04/07/2020 at 13:52 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Gia Camila Fuentes Rodríguez
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Blood Status: Halfblood

Education: 
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry  -  Wampus

Residence:
London, England

Occupation
Unemployed, currently. The occasional singing gigs?

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?
Don't think so.

Requested Magic Levels:

  • Charms: 10
  • Divination: 5
  • Transfiguration: 10
  • Summoning: 7

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:
Maria Téodora Wittington, Monty King, etc.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)



I know what you're gonna be
I know that you're gonna be
You're crumbling up just to see
Afraid that you'll be just like me


Gia had only been ten when she realized.

She’d been around at the corner shop, down an avenue in the No-Maj part of west Tampa, because they had the best sandwiches. The street still had cobblestones, and the air often smelled of coffee and cigar smoke. Gia had gone with a group of neighborhood kids from their area, some of which were her friends, some she just saw around.

But then the simple food run took a drastic turn.

A few of the boys had surrounded a street cat—its missing back leg had caught their attention—and began poking and taunting at it with sticks.

Before she knew what was happening, she’d grabbed one boy by the hair on the back of his neck and twisted his arm up behind him as she slammed his front into the blue stucco wall of the sandwich shop.

She was so angry.

When he’d started crying, she had finally taken in the open-mouthed stares she was receiving, and then she looked at the boy she had pinned to a building as if she’d just realized he was there.

Gia had hastily let go and backed away, her own heart hammering in her chest. But she hadn’t apologized. She hadn’t even responded to the threats of the others that they’d tell her parents.

Her parents. Her father.

She’d stared at her own hands like they’d betrayed her.


I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you


Jaw set, Gia crushed the parchment in her fist.

She’d known something was wrong the second the mail arrived that morning. She rarely got mail, for one thing, and for another, the handwriting did not belong to her mom or father, but to her uncle. Gia hadn’t even started eating, and when she’d unfolded the letter, she had promptly folded it back up and walked out.

Two words stood out: Father. Jail.

Gia leaned back heavily against a wall, a hand clasped over her mouth, and closed her eyes hard. She should have known this was coming. Cuba was in the middle of a revolution, and it was one that Rogelio Fuentes was fully a part of. He breathed it.

Her hand scrubbed at her face as if she were groggy and couldn't shake it. Breathing in deeply through her nose, her hand pushed up into her hair, and the breath released in a ragged sigh. Dark eyes reappeared then and opened wide; maybe if she kept trying, she’d wake up.

Two older girls—Betty and maybe Patricia?—hassling the newest transfer student (she didn’t know her name) invaded her mental space then, and that’s when Gia knew she definitely was not dreaming. Her dreams were never this annoying.

The tight knot of anxiety, fear, worry for her mom (and her father, even if she wasn’t sure if he deserved it or not), and an odd sense of abandonment was pushed away.

“Back off.”

Gia was suddenly at the new girl’s side, and her presence made the other two hesitate. She was fifteen now, and somehow, she’d garnered a reputation — one that was not true, but she'd never corrected. The advantages of being seen as the ‘tough girl that shouldn’t be messed with’ had been too useful.

“Stay out of this, Fuentes.” Betty put up a good front, but her voice gave her away.

When Gia took a step forward, her body half shielding the transfer girl and raised her chin, the other two faltered. It was all she usually had to do; her reputation took care of the rest.

And it was that way now, as both of them gave some flimsy excuse, as if it were their idea to leave, before taking off. She’d turned then and offered the girl a smile, instantly warming her features, which had five seconds ago been much harder.

“You okay?”


Sometimes the truth is like a second chance
I am the daughter of a great romance
And they are the children of the war


It was difficult to tell when her parents were fighting or just talking sometimes. They were both passionate and intense people, but her father was loud and his was inexhaustible, while her mother was quiet and hers was always just there, humming under the surface.

The results were explosive and frequent. While she didn’t doubt their love (she thought, at least), her father would get so carried away that it’d often carry him right out the door, leaving her mom alone in a silence so sudden it was jarring.

But when one of those times came again, in the summer before her last year at Ilvermorny, her father was arrested again. This time, when he’d left, he didn’t come back, and that next morning her mom wouldn’t get out of bed.

Gia had been angry. At her father. At the country. At people. But she’d learned, over the years, how to channel this fire she’d inherited. She learned that if she didn’t, she wouldn’t have control over what burned to ashes.

Singing had allowed her to loosen the restraints. Cooking, she’d found through her mom and abuela, could calm it, as she focused in on the smell of spices and the fluid marrying of flavors.

Gia spent that morning cooking breakfast for her mom while softly singing a Spanish lullaby she'd heard growing up.


Mind my simple song, this ain't gonna work
Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy smirk
I can't take this place, I can't take this place
I just wanna go where I can get some space


After graduation, Gia Fuentes had no idea what she wanted to do. Singing was like breathing to her, and cooking soothed her, but neither one was a practical career choice. But she just didn’t know what she wanted.

Home was so strongly her father and what he wanted; for his country, for his family, for himself. Her mother weaved through that, balancing and securing her family and home, and Gia had found those truly were her mother’s wants.

It was all too much and not enough. But it was only one small part of the world.

So she made a decision.

Backpacking through Europe had been unexpected, and though her family didn’t want her to leave home (and in her father’s eyes, nowhere would outshine Cuba), they supported her. Out of a deep understanding of feeding your passions, not starving them, from her father, and out of love, from both of them.

Two years of traveling later, she made another decision. One that was a spur of the moment, and usually she thought more before she acted, but Gia knew she wasn’t ready to go back home.

After arriving in England, a country she had skipped in her travels, and where she only knew a cousin, Gia chose to stay. At least for a while.

Gia Fuentes had always been very independent, and she wasn’t done figuring out — what else?

 

She is whatever she wants to be, she is a little of everything, mixed up, so tough in a beautiful way
She's got the world at her fingertips, she makes beauty look effortless
And I want everything she is she is she is



Roleplay:
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:

England was gray and cold, but she didn’t mind it. Though she was relieved that she’d left her guitar at—not home—her cousin’s home. Her feelings might’ve been different otherwise.

Her feelings definitely would’ve been different.

Someone literally crashed into her then, sending her sprawling with a yelp. She got a face full of snow, which admittedly, was much better than a face full of cobblestone. Groaning, Gia sat up, already on the defensive and ready for whoever ran her over— 

—There was something shiny in her face.

Gia blinked, faintly stunned, and just sat there, trying her damnedest to figure out how she’d suddenly become a Christmas tree. 

Someone was apologizing.

The brightly colored strands were on the arms of her coat too, red and gold, and all in her hair, she realized. Sighing, she also realized the old man that had run into her had done so accidentally. Gia deflated instantly, “No, it’s okay.”

Pushing herself to her feet, she studied the tinsel (figuring out what it was after a moment) that adorned her, well, everything. Her face couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to smile at how ridiculous she looked or frown at how tedious getting rid of it was going to be.

Her face settled on confused.

 “Do you need—" Gia glanced at herself again, covered in what she could only assume was his decorating supply. “—all of this back?”


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Resources / Re: Face Claim
« Last post by Rosamund Ruth May on 30/06/2020 at 21:32 »
Character name: Rosamund Ruth May
Face claim (first name last name): Alexus Oladi
Link to accepted application/completed thread:application
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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Rosamund Ruth May | Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 30/06/2020 at 20:56 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=9216.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Rosamund Ruth May | Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 30/06/2020 at 20:55 »
Accepted!
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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Amaryllis Gannon | Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 30/06/2020 at 20:52 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=9215.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Amaryllis Gannon | Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 30/06/2020 at 20:52 »
Accepted!
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Adults & Children / Linwood Hale | Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Linwood Hale on 29/06/2020 at 04:57 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Linwood Hale
Gender: Male
Age: 39, born 6 July, 1921
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Hogwarts - Slytherin house, class of 1939

Residence:
Brighton, England

Occupation
Domestic Office of Magical Law: Lawyer

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
The Ministry

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 11
  • Divination: 6
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • 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:
Eviguin Lackless, Tippa Lackless

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Even as a child, Linwood Hale was attentive, thorough and stubborn, which made his parents, William and Lucienne, exceptionally proud. If he was a bit difficult to deal with sometimes, they had full faith in his role as heir to the Hale name. Linwood considered himself somewhat of a guidance figure for younger brothers Weston and Quentin, never mind they weren’t very far apart in age, and that self-appointed responsibility remained with him to adulthood.

Linwood attended Hogwarts with his future mapped out in rigid detail, the plan he'd created for himself when he was nine years old. Persuasive, charismatic and relentless, he studied magical law in private study alongside a variety of subjects, of which he favoured Charms, History of Magic and surprisingly, Astronomy. Quidditch helped to round out his education, primarily in the role of Chaser. After graduating from Slytherin house with the class of 1939, Linwood climbed within the Ministry of Magic from administrative lackey to apprentice to law practitioner, just as planned.

Some years after graduating, Linwood married to unite two pure families, a union which both parties treated as a business transaction. Though he and Margot share platonic feelings on the best days, nobody would dare to doubt his devotion to their three incredible children. They were an unstoppable force; Marlowe, Emory and Gemma would rule whatever future his children desired, and Linwood would spare no cost to help them along the way.

Like any family, Linwood's had its share of scandal and tragedy. When Weston defied their parents, Linwood and Quentin remained firm to the duty of lineage and all but ignored Weston's family. That all changed when Quentin died too young, along with Lucienne, leaving Linwood an uncle to three fatherless children. It hardly seemed fair that Weston's children had two fathers while Quentin's had none.

After that day in 1957, Linwood reassessed his standing with his last living brother. Though Weston's marriage to Tiberius remained a conflict with William, Linwood swore to make an effort to connect with the married men and their children, December and Marvel.


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:
Type your response here.

Linwood slipped an ornate pocket watch from the hidden pocket in his vest and nudged it open with the familiar flick of his thumb. After a brief glance at the minute hand's position, the monogrammed silver cover clicked closed. Margot was late. Surprising? No. Irritating? Endlessly. Too bad I vow to remain punctual to you hadn't made it into their wedding vows those many years ago.

Another ten minutes passed before Linwood realized his wife had no plans to turn up, because Margot Hale specialized in avoidance, particularly where promises to her husband were involved.

Never mind, then.

After tossing an extra sickle on the table to pay for his time, the man ventured out to the street. He was determined to accomplish something productive before his next obligation. Not four strides later, a voice caught his attention, raised in distress only metres away.

Without thinking overmuch, Linwood pushed through the throng of people until he saw the source of the cry. He positioned himself in the way of traffic, a dam to block the river of people and direct it away from the fallen girl.

"Leave it," he told her, extending his hand downward. She could come back to the shoe once the way had cleared, or buy a better pair. No reward in being trampled.


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Adults & Children / Denise Martens | Elsewhere App | Adult
« Last post by Denise Martens on 27/06/2020 at 22:47 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Denise Martens
Gender: Female
Birthday: Aug. 19, 1926
Age: 33
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Education: Durmstrang
Residence: England
Occupation Mediwitch

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? St. Mungo's

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: 10
  • Transfiguration: 10
  • Summoning: 5

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:
Oliver Darcy
Veronica Bradenton

Biography:
300 words min

Every since Denise was little she had the heart & soul of a nurse; it began when she was just three years old the day she found a wounded bird in the families backyard. Much to the surprise of everyone who was around that day; she seemed to know exactly what to do in order to care for this little animal. When asked later about it she couldn't explain it "I just knew." she'd say.

Fast forward to the early morning hours before her sixth birthday; this wasn't really a joyous occasion as it should have been. During the night while she slept {or perhaps it was in the early morning hours} Denise woke up in a cold sweat with a strong sense of dread. As if her body was moving of it's own accord she walked to the living room where she found her father sleeping on the couch. Yeah this happened a lot; her mother would get upset with him mostly for stupid stuff & make him sleep on the couch. However on this night {morning? whatever} Denise got this strange sense of dread that her father wasn't sleeping; as she drew closer to him; the little bit of light coming inside from the over casted moon she could see his skin was blue. Someway, somehow; her father had died in his sleep & somehow she knew about it before anyone else did.

Needless to say her life has always been full of strange events; after the situation on her sixth birthday Denise had been sent to go live with her grandparents as her mother couldn't handle it all. Now Denise's mother & grandmother has never gotten along; it could have something to do with how different they are; the moment Denise went to go live with her grandparents she got to find out just how different they were. You see even though her grandmother isn't a witch {that skipped her generation} she did in fact excel in Divination making her a promising Psychic among the Muggle's.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:

Ah Christmas….it used to be Denise's favorite time of year alas since the death of her father, both grandparents on her mother's side {she never knew the grandparents on her father's side} not long after she got accepted to Durmstrang. Not to mention her own mother wanted nothing to do with her; yeah she no longer felt the same about holidays like she used to but Christmas was the worse.

Even though she should have been working every Christmas to keep her mind off everything instead she would walk from pub to pub drinking herself into a coma. She was just leaving the second pub more than a little tipsy when out of no where someone ran into her. She would have been fine had it not been for the snow & ice on the ground; when she fell on the ground she hit her head on a patch of ice on the ground making it difficult for her to form anything close to a sentence "Ubbity dubbity."

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Elsewhere Accepted / Rosamund Ruth May | Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Rosamund Ruth May on 27/06/2020 at 00:25 »


E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Rosamund Ruth May

Gender: Female

Age: 8

Bloodline:
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Arlene and Rex May. (unplayed)

Residence:
Birmingham, England

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

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Esther May, Constance May, Angela Pierce

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Arlene May gave birth to Rosamund Ruth May on Christmas day, 1951, eleven years after having her first child. Both Arlene and her husband, Rex, were busy people and they worked a lot to support the family. Because of this, Rosa Ruth was mostly raised by the middle child and squib, Constance 'Annie' May. Annie wasn't much of a parent though, being only nine when Rosamund was born.

Even though Annie tried her best, Rosamund became envious of her friends. She chalked her sister's failures up to her lack of magical ability although in reality if Annie hadn't been a squib she would have attended Hogwarts leaving no one to care for Rosie.

Rosamund's childhood was very different from either of her sisters'. During the times when Annie was away on rare visits to see Esther or busy with school Rosie stayed with her Aunt and Uncle. Ruth and Roy May were much more prejudiced than Rosamund's parents, and their pureblood elitist ideas rubbed off on Rosie.

When Annie turned seventeen, the two of them (Rosamund and Annie) moved into an apartment on Diagon Alley. Both Esther and Constance had been raised in Birmingham around muggles, and barely spared a passing thought toward blood status. But living around other wizards, combined with Annie's subpar parenting has given Rosie a different perspective.

The Mays are a little known pureblood family. They were once powerful, rich, and influential. But several generations later, after poor money management, and a gambling problem, most people have never heard of them. But Rosamund is determined to change that.

She dreams of joining Yarborough and living in a mansion. Hosting dinner parties in fancy gowns and dancing in lavish chandelier-lit ballrooms. Marrying rich and engaging in family politics. And in her mind, that all starts by making connections with other pureblood eight-year-olds.

Rosamund Ruth is nothing like either of her older sisters. She's not quiet and insecure like Annie or sad, boring, and bitter like her oldest sister Esther. Rosie Ruth is highly emotional and highly opinionated. Easily excitable but a crybaby. But that doesn't mean she's fragile.

Rosie stands up against anything and everything she thinks is wrong (although sometimes her distinctions between right and wrong are questionable) even if it brings her to tears, which it almost always does. She can be blunt at times although she does try to be kind. Rosamund is rather intense but if that's your cup of tea you'll find she's a fiercely loyal friend. (Sometimes too loyal, it can be difficult to cut things off with her.)

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:
Type your response here.

Rosamund was enjoying a rare sunny day in Godric Park, having briefly escaped Annie's supervision. She swore Annie had eyes in the back of her head. It didn't matter how sneaky she was if her older sister was in the room, or even in the same building, she would get caught before she started whatever it was she was trying to hide. She didn't hide things often, but Annie was much too strict. And a little extra sugar never hurt.

Rosie meandered through the park, looking for something to do. She plopped down on a park bench with a dejected sigh. This little adventure was turning out to be rather boring. Maybe Annie was right. Maybe she should have just stayed home. It was lonely without anyone to talk to.

Rosamund Ruth felt tears prickle at her eyes and her chin started to quiver. This day was turning out to be just awful. she hoped that Annie would come to find her soon.

"You!"

Rosie startled and looked up quickly, the harsh tone just enough to send her tears falling from her eyes. She blinked blearily with a large frown plastered over her delicate face.

"...Do you want to play?"

The girl's words instantly melted Rosamund's woe and she sprang up from the bench excitedly. She wiped her tears away sloppily and skipped over to the other girl, her frown turned upside down.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Rosie Ruth said with much more excitement than would be expected of someone with tearstained cheeks, "What're we playing?"

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Elsewhere Accepted / Amaryllis Gannon | Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Amaryllis Gannon on 26/06/2020 at 02:32 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Amaryllis Gannon

Gender: Female

Age: 8

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Not played!  Patrick and Lily Gannon - mother deceased

Residence:
With pappa at my house! (Residential London)

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
On the young side, so it better be the AB&C Daycare ;)

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Martin Hawksworth et al

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Pappa would be watching.

Boo.

He didn’t like it when she wandered too far and she knew this because she tried a few times. Not fair of course. She knew about everything in the neighborhood. Nothing scary ever happened. People were pretty nice. Ams just had a little bit of trouble with that dog down the road, but only because the lady didn’t like Ams very much. The dog liked her though, and that was what was important!

How was she supposed to know that the mean lady didn’t want puffypuddlespopperbottom to eat yummy treats?! Just a little candy, some sugar glass and chocolate and part of her pudding and more of the sugar glass and more chocolate of course.

He liked all of it! Amaryllis had made a friend, and she was very happy with herself. But then the lady came home and she yelled and got red in the face and seemed to be falling out of her blouse to tear the cute dog away. Maybe, just maybe that lady should consider wearing better fitting clothes...

None of it mattered though, because pappa got an earful and then Ams got an earful, and quicker than slobber flies from a shaking dog, Amaryllis had to pay a price. No adventures. No sweets. No visiting friends. And NO petting puffypuddlespopperbottom.

None of this would have happened if her momma was around. Though she didn’t actually know this as fact, she believed it to be true. Good enough really.

Unfortunately no amount of knowing or wishing would change the next endless forever time of being banished to a room that she hadn’t even gotten used to since the move. Eight years old, and her life was over.

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:
Pappa finally let her go to the park! Sadly, he insisted on coming with. Adventures just weren’t the same when pappa was watching, but at least she could enjoy the grass again. Maybe she would find something fun to do, but it wasn’t going to be great.

Ams flopped onto the ground, exasperated. Nothing to do. Until there was...

She’d closed her eyes only moments before someone demanded her attention.

“Maybe!” she exclaimed almost as obnoxiously as the girl had sounded.

“What are you playing?” Ams then asked, attempting to hide her excitement.

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