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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Marianna von Diedrik | Elsewhere Adult
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 29/10/2017 at 13:29 »
Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Ryan Kennard | Elsewhere adult
« Last post by Calypso Ross on 29/10/2017 at 13:22 »
Hi, Ryan!

Your app looks good so far, I just want to draw your attention to our new rules for castle dropouts. As Ryan has previously been played at the castle, he is not eligible to automatically 'bump up' his levels to Elsewhere Adult levels.

Instead, you're allowed to claim 2 levels for every term that you didn't claim levels until graduation. Ryan's level request shows you only claimed levels for 4th year, so you're allowed to claim +2 levels for Ryan's 5th, 6th, and 7th years, which is a total of 6 extra levels.

If you could let us know below where you'd like to add these (they still need to remain balanced), then we can get you (re)accepted as soon as possible. Thanks!

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

Character Name: Marianna Helene Silvers von Diedrik
Gender: Female
Age: 1926, November 1
Blood Status: Pure

Hogwarts - Ravenclaw '44

Recently relocated from Germany, now living in London

Currently unemployed

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?

Requested Magic Levels:

  • Charms: 9
  • Divination: 5
  • Transfiguration: 9
  • Summoning: 9
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Chastity O'Connor

James and Alice Silvers met as first years in Ravenclaw, and were dating by Fourth year, engaged shortly before and graduation and married just under a year later. Both were Purebloods from old but barely influential families, and shared a quiet, calm disposition. James pursued a career as an auror, while Alice studied and wrote about plants from the comfort of their small country cottage not far from London. Their quiet lifestyle continued for several years before the arrival of Marianna in the first hours of November 1926. Marianna was calm and responsible from the early minutes of her life, and her parents doted on her. Several other babies followed, first twin brothers, John Richard and George Timothy, in 1930,  then a sister, Clara Mae, in 1934. Marianna adored her siblings, particularly her sister, and spent most of her early years acting as a second mother.
Alice herself was a fairly relaxed mother, though incredibly loving, and though James spent increasing amounts of time away from home as tensions escalated abroad, he too was very affectionate. All in all, Marianna's recollections of her childhood are filled with laughter and sunshine and make believe.
Marianna was thrilled to receive her Hogwarts letter, and though leaving her beloved family was hard, she fell in love with Hogwarts almost immediately. No one was surprised when the highly studious girl was sorted into Ravenclaw, and though outside her family she was rather shy Marianna made very close friends at Hogwarts. She was excited to show her little brothers around the castle when they joined her in her fifth year, and though the little Gryffindors were trouble makers from the start the three were still quite close. Then, in the early months of 1942, disaster struck the small family. James, a brave and well regarded auror, was killed on duty. This seriously damaged the family's relations, and Marianna struggled to cope. Alice struggled too, and the once joyous household became dark and gloomy. After that the small cottage no longer felt as if it offered protection from the world and Marianna's visits became shorter and more infrequent. Marianna began to dream of leaving England - and her family - far behind, and soon after graduation moved to London, where she took up journalism.
It was at St. Mungo's in 1946 she met the man who would become her husband at a discussion of modern medicine. Augustus von Diedrik was two years her senior, an intelligent and light hearted second son in a very influential German family. He was studying to become a healer, a whim indulged due to his elder brother's standing to receive the family fortune and title. Marianna and Augustus were swept up in a passionate love that resulted quickly in a marriage, in 1947, viewed skeptically by both families. The two, however, didn't care, and after the society wedding of the year on the family's estate in Germany, Wolzegarten, moved to Paris, where they both pursued their careers.
They had scarcely a year of wedded bliss, however, before Augustus's older brother died, making Augustus the next head of the family. The two returned to Germany for the funeral, and where preparing to return to Paris when Augustus's father, weakened by grief, fell ill and died.
With their dreams of a humble existence smashed, the pair decided to move to Hamburg, where the family had a large seat, so Augustus could manage the family while working as a healer.
It was not long, however, before Augustus's health took a turn for the worse. At first, Marianna cared for him in their Hamburg home, where she had dreamed of raising a family, but as the months dragged by he worsened, and though they consulted healers from all over the world, nothing could be done, and they were forced to return to Wolzegarten in 1950, where Marianna cared for Augustus with the help of her mother-in-law and a fleet of nurses and maids. It was March 6, 1951 when Augustus died, and the force that had been guiding Marianna for years died with him.
Now Marianna is adrift, no longer feeling at home in England and unsure of her position as a widow in the family of her in-laws. Looking for a purpose, Marianna returned to London to be closer to her family, and is planning on joining the Ministry.

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:
She was back. Marianna stood in the middle of Diagon Alley, buffeted by people, and stared at the shops of her childhood. It had been years since she was last here, in the early day's of Augustus's condition, when she'd consulted a healer at St. Mungo's. He, like all the others, had been unable to help, unable to even diagnose the condition, and Marianna had slowly walked Augustus through the streets. The two had bought ice cream, but Augustus had been unable to finish his and she'd realized for the first time that they might not survive the illness together. Before that, she'd been here wedding shopping, giggling with her sister in a rare show of familial warmth and the two selected suitcases.
She'd come her with her father, too, getting her first wand and selecting her school robes. They'd been a bit too big, but her mother had waved her hand and assured Marianna that she'd grow into them.

Would her father recognize her now? A widow, a titled widow, dressed in fur and silk, having lived a life she never could have imagined. He'd always told her she'd be a great writer, and she'd always imagined she'd live in London. But she'd left, stopped writing.

But here she was, back were she had begun. A little more broken than before, but still... here she was.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”

Marianna was jolted out of her reminiscing by a call. Turning slightly, she caught site, she saw a rather frantic looking women wearing only one show. Marianna hesitated for a moment, waiting for someone else to help, but after a moment realized she was the only one who had observed the women's distress.

"Are you alright? Can I help you?" Marianna called out.

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Elsewhere Accepted / Ryan Kennard | Elsewhere adult
« Last post by Ryan Kennard on 26/10/2017 at 19:05 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

Character Name: Ryan Kennard
Gender: Male
Age: Eighteen
Blood Status: Halfblood

Hogwarts-Slytherin '51

A small flat in Liverpool, England.


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?

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: 11
  • Divination: 8
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 6
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Blanche Marchen

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
He remembers a father with hair black as night, arms made of stone, and a smile which could cleave through the darkness of night.

He remembers a sister whose face was as pink as an apple, whose laughter was so contagious that it could bring a depressed man to a smile.

And then, they were gone.

The time warp ripped Ryan's family apart, and in turn, took away his mother's smiles and songs. From the tender age of four, he had known loss and neglect. Delirious and in denial, Evangeline neglected her surviving son to the care of others, to mourn her husband and her baby. Thus Ryan grew under the supervision of neighbouring ladies, never receiving the affection a child ought to from his mother.

Times were hard, and Evangeline barely made enough to feed her son and herself. It raised tensions between them, and the boy distanced himself even more from her. This helped mould him into an independent person, one capable of braving the streets of his neighbourhood at the age of seven.

The letter arrived, as expected, shortly after his eleventh birthday. Evangeline smiled genuinely for the first time since the time warp when he showed her the letter. It was sad perhaps, that the mother and son reconciled only when he was about to leave, but Ryan stayed optimistic, enjoying the moment as his mother took him to Diagon Alley for the first time.

The head bloody screamed Slytherin after barely touching his hair. Ambition, they said, but as far was he was concerned, he didn't have any. The young Slytherin shaped up to be quite a troublemaker, but he wasn't as good at getting out of trouble. Some of his charades have given him burnt hair, bruised faces, and a few broken fingers. Nevertheless, he wears these scars like badges and retells the stories with enthusiasm.

His time at Hogwarts wasn't entirely pointless though. Through a stroke of luck and some skill, he lifted the Quidditch cup in his fourth year, and was subsequently named co-captain the following year. However, his lack of leadership skills and ambition led to the downfall of the team. He resigned from his postion and quit completely after the disaster.

He finished school without flying colours, and returned home to find an ailing mother. Winter had not been kind, and pneumonia swept through her like a knife through butter. She passed away only a few weeks after he returned.

Sadness and guilt overwhelmed him. A disappointment of a son. A failure. These words clouded his head as the funeral edged near. Although he had expected a quiet reception, he was thoroughly mistaken as the event was filled with people all bearing the same family name.

His mother's maiden name.

Under the fake tears and meaningless condolences, his maternal grandfather offered to let him bear their name, and to help him financially should the need arise. It boiled his blood to see all these people, only coming to offer help when it was already too late. These people, who ignored his mother for marrying a muggle instead of enduring a loveless marriage.

But he had nothing to his name. No money, and no home if the Kennards are allowed to have their way. Swallowing his pride, he looked deep into his grandfather's eyes, and nodded.


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:

Ryan ran his hand through his hair, readjusted the scarf around his neck, and sighed. Snow. It's a wonder how the tiny specks could be so beautiful and irritating at the same time. It didn't help that Diagon Alley was so crowded either. Packed in like sardines, with snow covering the street, movement was almost impossible.

Diagon Alley did bring back nostalgic memories. It was here that he acquired his first wand (and the second one too), his first cauldron (and the second, third and fourth ones) and his first set of robes. Of course, they were now stuffed in a corner somewhere back home, unloved and forgotten.

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard a loud shout from behind. Out of reflex, he turned around to look, and immediately regretted it, as he was showered in glittering tinsel and knocked flat on his  behind. Swearing under his breath, he got up back on his feet and looked at the man who had tumbled into him.

"Yes, this blasted snow..." he said after hearing his apology, his eyes fixed the man's face. After a short while though, he looked away and surveyed the area around them, and sighed. The man probably had not been paying attention to where he was going.

Spreading his arms wide to indicate the mess around them, he said, with a strained smile plastered on his face, "Well, I suppose... you'll be needing a hand with all this."

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Elsewhere Accepted / Vega Nettlebed | Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Vega Nettlebed on 25/10/2017 at 20:04 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

Character Name: Vega Violet Nettlebed

Gender: Female

Age: 12/13 (birthday: 10:43AM on 23 March 1939)


Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Magda Fellwater & Atlas Nettlebed (NPCs)

Foxe Farm

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
IC student at Hogwarts.

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Calypso Ross & friends c:

Biography: (100 words minimum.)

00:01am. sunday 23 march 1952.

Thirteen was quite a few teens. Three, to be precise.

She was getting old, and if Maia was to be believed, from here on out there was no stopping time. Her sister had told her that time actually got faster the longer you were alive, so that by the time you were a grandma, the years practically skipped by. One grandchild after another like they were just days in a week, until one day -- BAM! -- you dropped dead.

That was how it worked according to Maia, anyway.

And if there was even the slightest chance that Maia was right, then it meant that Vega was running out of time.

When she crept from the shared bedroom, she was careful to avoid the creaky floorboard that lay two inches from the doorway, and she was careful to avoid the creaky stair that was sixth up from the bottom, and she was careful to avoid any other potentially creaky aspects of the farmhouse as she stole silently through the darkened rooms and slunk out of the back door.

It was dark outside, and cold too.

Rewrapping her scarf a little more firmly around her neck and doing up the topmost button on her puffy winter coat, Vega trekked across the muddy field, leaving a trail of perfect, dark green footprints in the damp grass behind her. When she got to the stile, she swung first her bag over, and then herself.

The journey had begun.

06:57am. sunday 23 march 1952.

She couldn't remember the house number. Was it 75 Grimstone Street or 57? Maybe it wasn't even Grimstone Street at all. Maybe it wasn't even London.

No, no, she was panicking. She knew it had to be in London, because she'd visited him before. A long time ago, yes, but she remembered the bustling streets and the crowds of people that could only translate into the capital city.

Funnily enough, it didn't look like London today, even though Vega knew it was, because the man she had managed to persuade into giving her a lift had dropped her off somewhere around Leicester Square about an hour ago.

(It would have been stupid to ask him if he could drive a little closer to Residential Wizarding London. Stupid, and probably asking for the Ministry to parade in and scoop her off the Muggle's hands too.)

But, anyway -- it didn't look like London today, because not only was it a Sunday, it was a very early Sunday, and that meant that Grimstone Street was deserted. Not a single light flickered in any of the windows, let alone a real person. There was nobody that she could ask.

...Now that she thought about it, it was definitely house number 57. Vega recognised the blue door.

10:42am. sunday 23 march 1952.

She had been slumped on the step outside the door for the best part of four hours now, waiting for the right time.

She knew for certain that 57 Grimstone Street was, in fact, the correct address, because she could hear him inside, talking in a muffled murmur that seeped out from beneath the front door and echoed in her ears.

He sounded just like she remembered him sounding, though those memories all felt a very long way away. It had been years since she'd seen him, and even longer since he'd first left.

Vega pushed herself off the stone step and stood. Her legs, previously numb from both the cold and from having sat in the same position for far too long, twinged with a dull ache. But she couldn't stop now, couldn't pause to shake some feeling back into her frozen limbs.

The truth was, she was all out of time.

Vega knocked.

10:43am. sunday 23 march 1952.

The blue door opened at precisely seventeen seconds past ten forty three in the morning.


She breathed out a breath that she hadn't even realised she was holding.

"Hi, Dad."

Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:
It was a beautiful day to be outside; but then, most days were beautiful-days-to-be-outside sort of days for Vega, so this was hardly a special one.

The girl was currently sprawled on her stomach, preoccupied with examining a rather interesting mushroom. The plant was sprouting from the base of a large oak tree in the centre of the park, and it was a species that she hadn't seen before. At least, the tiny orange spots decorating its underbelly (or gills, to those who understood mushrooms) were certainly new to the young teenager.

It was possible, Vega mused to herself as she rolled over onto her back and squinted up at the sun, that it was poisonous. No, scratch that, it was very likely that it was poisonous, and that meant that she wanted to take it for herself. It was always the toxic plants that proved to be the most useful, particularly in potions, and she wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to experiment with it.

Now, if she could just find something in her satchel to keep it in...

"...Do you want to play?"

A shadow fell across her, and Vega promptly sat up, shielding her mushroom from view. The girl who had spoken didn't look old enough to care; but then, who was Vega to judge what it was that this child did in her free time? What if she happened to be extremely interested in unusual species and stole it?

"Um," Vega answered, pulling her bag towards her and beginning the search for a container of some kind. It didn't feel right to simply say no, but she had more important things to be doing than entertaining someone who looked to be about Rana's age. "Maybe. But you know," her fingers curled around an empty ink pot, "My sister's just over there, by the swings. She's called Rana, and I bet you'd have even more fun playing with her!"

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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Aphrodite Foxe ♥ Little Princess
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 24/10/2017 at 01:21 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Aphrodite Foxe ♥ Little Princess
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 24/10/2017 at 01:20 »
Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Sabina Ximénez
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 24/10/2017 at 00:38 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Sabina Ximénez
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 24/10/2017 at 00:38 »
Elsewhere Accepted / The Yellow Door // shop permit
« Last post by Claudie Locksley on 22/10/2017 at 21:38 »
You must have applied as an Elsewhere character before completing this permit.

Shop name: The Yellow Door
Shop Type: Cafe/Bakery
Location: Hogsmeade
Subforum? Unfortunately, no!

Short Description (50 words max): Charmingly snuggled in the middle of Hogsmeade village, The Yellow Door is a local favourite. A cozy building that greets every customer like a warm hug. Serving homemade goodies, sandwiches, and soup. A dozen pots of coffee and different teas constantly brew behind the counter, filling the air with a delicious scent. Welcome to your home away from home!
Long Description (200 words min): The second child and home to Mrs. Agatha Lane Locksley*, The Yellow Door is the perfect place for villagers and visitors to come for a tasty bite to eat and a hot cup of something. Upon entering the deceivingly small cottage with its signature sunflower yellow door, guests are shocked to find a large tea room awaiting them. White-painted woods and sunny patterns cover the interior of the cafe. Small pots of various yellow and white flowers adorn each table. Books line shelves along most walls, free for anyone to enjoy if they so desire. The entire environment is homey and comforting. Agatha has run the cafe for the last twenty-two years of her life. She is often seen chatting with regular customers, small fluffs of flour always appearing on her hands. Many wonder why the baking tastes so delicious. The secret is the love and work Agatha, a quiet Squib, puts into every handmade item. She spends hours tirelessly putting treats together - though she operates with a charmed oven that makes the baking time significantly shorter. Her daughter, Claudie, has manned the front desk and most of the shop since she was seven-years-old. There isn't a tea or coffee bean that Claudie isn't an expert on pairing with a specific delicacy. She can be found reading one of her many novels at the front counter, or intently listening to anyone who needs a friendly ear. Guests can enjoy a range of sandwiches - the most popular being a chicken Caesar club on soft pretzel - with a delicious homemade soup. Or, for lighter meetings, deliciously gigantic scones are paired with clotted cream, jam, and a steaming cup of hot tea.

What purpose will this shop serve other than selling things and being the home of your character? Why would people want to RP there just for fun? It's a cafe in Hogsmeade, which would provide a great spot for any gossiping students, first-date couples, or old friends meeting up for a quick lunch!
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