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E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Tethys "Tess" Tykone Mariner

Gender: Female

Age: 28 April 1937 (16, turning 17)

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Neville and Joan Mariner (Birth parents: Neville Mariner and Unknown muggle mother) - All NPCs!

Residence:
Formerly of Brisbane, Australia; now residing in Manchester, England

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

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:
Newton Mariner, Lyra Spencer, & Co.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Tess was quite sure that she'd spotted a mermaid before, and she was also quite sure that she herself was a mermaid.

She wasn't. But she was about as close as a human could get.

Perhaps part of it had been growing up right along the coast, near the ocean, its tastes and its smells and its vivacity.

Maybe it also had something to do with Mrs. Herbert, the neighbour, who told stories passed down from her Aboriginal forefathers. Of the Yawkyawk, maidens with fish tails and long, flowing seaweed as hair.

All the children loved Mrs. Herbert and listened to her tales, but only little Tess really took them to heart. She oft imagined herself as one of the Yawkyawk, albeit much more beautiful, swimming with dolphins, fronds of kelp tickling her back as she soaked up the sun.

There was no ocean in Manchester, and Tess felt like she'd lost a part of herself even though she had gained her family back. A father, sister, and brother in exchange for a piece of her soul.

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:
For lack of a better thing to do, Tess decided to go to the park. Maybe there would be a lake, a stream, any body of water...but none of it could compare to the wide, open sea.

It turned out that there was no water, only three young boys, a little girl, grass, the sun, and more grass.

The little girl in question was desperately trying to make her broom work when Tess brushed past her only to hear, "You!"

Surely that had been the voice of some beast hiding in the woods (or in the grass, because there was no tree Tess couldn't see behind)? And not the little girl? Surely...

"...Do you want to play?" That confirmed it, then. And the truth was, she didn't want to play if that meant getting on the broom; the sky frightened her more than she cared to admit.

Tess nodded her head, pointing up, "As long as we don't go in the sky."


OTHER
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Elsewhere Accepted / Stephen Arthur Lemahieu
« Last post by Stephen Arthur Lemahieu on 08/06/2018 at 10:14 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Stephen Arthur Lemahieu

Gender: Male

Age: 10, nearly 11.

Bloodline:

Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 

No.

Residence:

In the UK, in a place safer for orphan children during the war.

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

I would like to have a connection to the 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:

N/A

Biography: (100 words minimum.)

Stephen was named after his father, though his mother always called him Phen, the name stuck. However his father still insisted on calling him Stephen. Phen’s mother died of Polio when he was six years old, he is having trouble with letting it go. She was a witch, who tried to make his childhood magical. She would do magic, and sing and cuddle with him before she became ill. His father, a muggle, who had a devout duty to his country, and went to fight in the war. He died  in battle when Phen was nine. Since then he has been shuffled from house to house in the country with other orphans. Trying to stay safe, and away from the war. He is currently awaiting his letter to Hogwarts.

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:

Phen looked around, was this little girl talking to him? When he saw that he was the only one there, he replied “s-sure.” Seeing other kids on broomsticks was not far fetched to him, his mother used to tell him stories of flying. He had just never seen it in real time before. This was truly amazing, he was at a loss for words, but tried to act as all of this was common place. His late mother was a witch after all. He had always wanted to play with magical children. The muggle children he knew were always calling him weird, and giving him a hard time. He did feel strange around them, as if he didn’t belong.

Finally he found himself able to ask her “what do you like to play?” He hoped that whatever she chose he would be able to pick it up quickly. The last thing he wanted was to make a fool out of himself.


OTHER

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Elsewhere Accepted / Kate Mumford | Okay Adult
« Last post by Kate Mumford on 07/06/2018 at 21:53 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Katelynn Mumford
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Blood Status: Muggleborn

Education: 
Hogwarts, Hufflepuff, 1942

Residence:
Wizarding London

Occupation
Bryce & Co. Bakery Clerk, 1942-current

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?
Just my B&co c:

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: 8
  • Divination: 12
  • Transfiguration: 6
  • Summoning: 6
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:
Linc Litch, etc

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
(**=referencing an established thread, with permission)

EARLY SUMMER, 1942

The bell chimed brightly when she walked through the pastel door, the smell of sweet breads permeating the air the first thing to greet her. It seemed to be a slow afternoon for the little shop, only a few customers seated in the cozy looking arm chairs that decorated the floor, and no one was lined up at the counter.

Perfect.

With a deep breath and a straightened back, Kate strode across the room right up to the register-- and tripped, stumbling on her own two feet with one last step to go. But she caught herself before completely falling on her face, her ankles wobbling back into position, her hand smacking down, hard, onto the countertop to prop herself up.

Just par for the course, really.

Grimmancing, Kate stood and adjusted herself with quiet dignity before announcing, “Hi, I’m Kate Mumford, I would like to apply for the position posted in your window.”

A young boy with blond curls beamed at her, seemingly unphased by her fumble, and became the second thing to greet her, “Nice to meet you, Kate! I’m Eugene.”


JULY, 1942

”PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!” Helen shouted, scrambling beside her.

“I’M TRYING!” Kate screeched in reply, arms flailing, fingers clinging to her wand as a fire billowed from the open oven in front of them. She hadn’t the faintest idea how things had come to this-- it was just a simple batch of cookies, and she swore she had only left things unattended for just one moment.

Helen, with some quick thinking and clever wandwork, managed to put things out before too much damage was done. With sweat dotting her hairline, blonde waves harried, and a dark smudge streaked across her cheek, Helen took a hard look around the battlefield that was now her kitchen…. and then at Kate.

”Counter,” she breathed out, “You’re definitely working the counter.”

Kate eagerly agreed.


LATE JUNE, 1943**

"Is that--"

"No!”

It was. It definitely was. Derek Ross-- of The Muffin Man bakery Rosses, sworn enemy to the Bryce & Co barkery family-- was laying there in Helen Bryce’s very bedroom. Kate had merely the quickest of glances to see before Helen had straightened up and tightened the crack of the door, putting herself in the way, but Kate had seen all she needed. It wasn’t hard to know a Ross boy when you saw one, especially the father of them all.

“What do you need?"

"Oh you just hadn't come down and there was all this mess left out from yesterday," Kate's voice was hushed, concerned, a tone she perfected over the years, "And then you weren't on time-- You're twenty minutes late, did you know?-- So I was just worried that maybe something had happened."

A pause, and then a sly smile, "But now I can see you were just getting--"

"Kate!"


AUGUST 18TH, 1943**

The owl nearly smacked her upside the head as it shot itself inside the front door of Bryce & Co Bakery. She had just been about to lock up for the day, had taken only one step passed the threshold, when the thing came barreling through. Chest heaving with labored breaths of surprise, Kate attempted to peel herself away from the wall she had very quickly pressed her back against and turned a weary eye into the darkened front room ahead.

Taking a few tentative steps toward the bird that had landed itself by the cash register, the clerk watched it deposit a large twined up package there before turning with a clicking of its talons on the polished wooden countertop. Without further ado, it gave Kate a screech that made her jump in the otherwise quiet room and, with a last scathing look, swooped back out the open door.

“Wretched thing,” Kate muttered under her breath, giving its tail feathers a dirty glare over the metal rim of her glasses. Honestly. You could teach the things to deliver your mail to the most obscure of addresses, but heaven forbid they learn the bare minimum of manners.

It was only when she got closer that Kate suddenly realized the package wasn’t…. Well, quite a package, per say. It was a bundle of letters, all about the same size, same parchment.

Scratched into the topmost in bold, angry letters, read: R E T U R N   T O   S E N D E R .

Brow furrowing, Kate’s eyes darted around the room. In the very back kitchen she could hear Eugene, clanking around with the scrubbing of dishes, but otherwise no one else was around. Deft fingers flipped through the right side of the stack-- all addressed to Jackson Ross, Muffin Man. Jackson Ross, Ross Household, London. Jackson Ross, Somewhere, Please.

And on the left, all addressed from Eugene Bryce, Bryce & Co. Bakery, Diagon Ally.

Kate looked back up toward the kitchen, a small frown dipping the corners of her mouth. If she shifted a few inches, just so, she could see the edge of the fourteen-year old’s form, the blond curls of the back of his head shining in the light of the kitchen.

He had seemed awfully distracted lately, sticking around the bakery a lot... Perhaps now she knew why.


MARCH 31ST, 1944

”Kate…”

“Hmm?” the girl hummed automatically, lazily flipping the page of her magazine without glancing up. It was noon, her lunch break, her favorite spot by the fireplace seductively luring her into a comfortable sleepy haze--

“Kate!”

“What?!” she finally looked up, exasperated, the tired irritation she felt leaking into her tone as she whipped her head around toward her boss--  her very pregnant boss, to be exact. Helen had one hand bracing the counter, the other clutching the bottom of her large stomach, blue eyes wide.

“It’s time,” the woman stated simply, a shaky smile lifting up, and Kate quickly scrambled out of the chair, tripped, caught herself, stumbled back up to run back across the room

“OH! OHHH! Let me get the bag! EUGENE!


OCTOBER, 1946**

"I was just wondering if Eu-, uh Mr. Bryce was working today?"

"Mr. Bryce?" Kate asked, dumbfounded, head tilting to the side; Helen wasn't married-- or, well, anymore... "Surely you mean Mrs. Bryce, don't you?"

"He means-- He means me, Kate."

Kate turned slightly to see Eugene standing in the doorway behind the counter, the way that led to and from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel.

"Ohhhhh," Kate snickered slightly, as realization finally dawned on her. It wasn't every day that Eugene was given such a proper title. With a quick darting look between the boys-- it had been a while since Jackson Ross had stepped into their shop-- Kate smiled and shuffled away from the counter, back to the sweeping she had been doing before.

"So. Whats, uhh... whats up?"

"--Do you got a few minutes? I know you're probably working but can you step out for just two tics? I promise to have you back in two tics. I just.... I need your help."

"Yeah! Yeah, of course. Let me just… Kate, can you watch the oven for me? Thanks!"


“WHAT?!” Kate jumped, practically dropping the broom in her hands as she whirled around to face Eugene, “But-- I can’t! Dont you remember last time-- Eugene!”

But the two boys were already out the door and, with a loud crack, apparated away.


MARCH 31ST, 1951

“Can you believe,” Kate rested her chin in the palm of her hand, her elbow on the counter as she watched Marcella skip around the front room, “Seven years old already. Four more years till she’s off to Hogwarts!”

“Don’t remind me,” Helen laughed, a small smile lighting up her eye’s she she shrugged on her coat, “It was hard enough when Eugene left me for it. Maybe I’ll have to take up teaching Home Ec again.”

“Please don’t. It was not the same without you here,” Kate laughed back, but the pleading look in her eyes told another story.

“I promise nothing,” Helen winked, “You alright to lock up?”

“Of course.”

”Alright, have a good evening, dear!”

“You too,” she beamed, “See you tomorrow.”


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

Roleplay Response:
She was late! Of course she would end up being late!

A large pink box clutched desperately in her hands, Kate vered around the corner of the next building only to be met with the large Diagon Ally crowd. She groaned; loud, frustrated, her breath a perfect cloud in the cold air. The logical thing to do in this situation would be to apparate to the delivery address, but the last time she had done so she had somehow manage to splinch the box in half, a majority of the contents dropping onto her toes upon reappearance. She was not going to do that again.

So instead, Kate huffed and pushed through, because she would rather be late with the cake in perfect condition than suffer through another scolding from her boss about how clumsy she was.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!"

“Ahh!” Kate shrieked at the same time, a sudden force making her stumble and lose balance. The box she herself held slipped from her grasp and, as if in slow motion, with Kate’s eyes as wide and as round as her glasses, her arms outstretched, she watched the package tumble and turn-- and hit the street in front of her.

"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!"

The clerk stood there, frozen, her line of sight glued to what was surely going to be a mess on the inside. She didn’t even notice the tinsel or the slight pain in her back from the man’s box, until they were suddenly there.

“Helen is going to kill me…” she groaned.


OTHER
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Final changes



E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Nishka Mikael Eldkvist
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Blood Status: Halfblood

Education: 
Durmstrang ‘42

Residence:
Wizarding London

Occupation
Apothecary owner||Dragonologist

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

No

Requested Magic Levels:  56

  • Charms: 15
  • Divination: 17
  • Transfiguration: 15
  • Summoning: 9
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:
Matt Lancaster, Andrew Philip Cadwgan

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

Nishka’s father is Swedish, and comes from a line of famous dragon tamers and handlers. The Eldkvist family name was one that she carried proudly but it was her mother’s Indian roots that really held her heart. She was born to Mikael Kristoff Eldkvist and Kali Nagarajan.
Her mother’s ancestors were snake charmers and Cobra worshippers. It was their religion and source of power, praying to the King Cobra or Nag. Temples were erected in the Cobra’s honor in the Nagarajan village and kingdoms past. This art was well guarded amongst its practitioners and thus was soon dying. The magic that once flowed strong in their blood was diluted over time as the clans expanded and procreated with non-magical folk.

When Kali’s father, Ananda migrated to Central Europe in his caravan, he hoped only to sell various powders, roots and herbs his people did not wield the power to make full use of any more. However, he ended up marrying a fair European maiden in the course of his travels. She was no ordinary firang or foreigner in his eyes. There was a fair deal of power he could sense in her, and perhaps that is what moved him to commit the very mistake that had lead to the demise of the great Nagarajan clans. It was, to choose love and family over the power of blood.

Ananda’s wife was in fact born a squib in a magical family of Swedish descent. However, their children were capable of performing great feats, a beautiful meld of Scandinavian and Indian magic.

Nishka’s mother Kali was the first of such a mixture of blood, and became skilled in wand work as well as in the ancient art of snake charming, the former being taught to her at Durmstrang Institute and the latter being an essential component of home-schooling. The Nagarajans also taught their children Ayurveda, the science of using plant products for magical and healing purpose.

It is because of this rich history that Nishka is the inquisitive, bright eyed woman she is today. Her father shared with her the Eldkvist’s methods and secrets to dragon handling and her mother trained her to have a keen nose and eye for ingredients to brew the best concoctions.

Nishka had accompanied her father on many of his expeditions, when she graduated from Durmstrang herself. She had raised several dragon hatchlings, observed full grown dragons in their natural habitat, and had almost gotten herself killed on several counts. Her passion for dragon-lore and future plans for research burn bright, but are still dim in the light of her love for apothecary work. Her family runs an apothecary business in Sweden. She migrated to London in ’49, just as the Hexenreich was going under.
She has lived in London and hopes to open a branch of the family business here or to apply as a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

However, one thing she had to keep in mind was her power to speak to snakes. She had heard that this was rare and not looked upon in a good light in British Wizarding society. Nishka had been able to speak to snakes since before she could walk. They had snakes at home, housed in a proper temperature controlled terrarium. Of course, they were not their pets –no, the Nagarajans would never insult the snakes by calling them pets. To Nishka, and the rest of their family, snakes were their patrons, and they their humble hosts. The Cobra was the most revered guest and honourable presence if they ever had the good fortune to meet one.

She would not be able to explain this side of her history to people even if she tried. Their religious activity was somewhat akin to occultism, and a very positive influence in their home. Nishka was a believer. She saw the world through the Naagin’s eyes.
 
In Hogwarts, the house associated with snakes was considered dark, and potential housing for their society’s darkest, most powerful wizards and witches. The blood argument that the Slytherins held so strongly was a foreign concept to her. In their home, the mixing of blood was a good and welcome omen for achieving new horizons.

Of course, Nishka was not oblivious to the result of the mixing of magical blood with those of muggles. Her own people had withered and died when they married outside of the clans. However, as she had learned over her closer family’s experience, harmony and fluidity was more important in the grand scheme of things. If the goddess Kali demanded it, their blood would be blotted out of history itself and their ancient magic lost forever. And thus the goddess paves the way for a new birth of a new people. It is but the way of life. Nishka Eldkvist was also very much Nishka Nagarajan and she could never forget it.


 


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

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.


Reply

Nishka was bored. And that was why she had been wandering around Diagon alley that day. She had hit a massive roadblock in her paper writing on imprinting patterns of wyvern hatchlings. She needed to devise a better methodology for studying their behaviour and quantifying it. Papa was counting on her to come up with something before the month was due. Hatchling season was almost upon them in Northern Finland.
 
However, brainstorming was not working for her today. Not even the lemongrass tea would ebb the throbbing in her head. And thus, Nishka had decided on taking a walk through the busy alleyway. She could peruse through some of the new potions book editions out for the season, though she much preferred second hand and shopping in Knockturn.

She was being slowed by the rush of the crowd at lunch hour when she saw what looked like a woman’s shoe toppling into view. “Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!" Nishka immediately bent forward to pick up the heeled shoe. She smiled at the shoe then, seeing the broken heel as a familiar foe of her past.

She looked around for the owner of the shoe and approached her, looking down and offering her unoccupied hand to lift her up.
“Pretty heels you have”, she started in her Scandinavian accented tone. “How many times I have found myself in your shoes- literally! You really must fix these. Too fragile for everyday use ja?”
She looked at the woman kindly and suggested, “I have the perfect binder and sealant for heeled shoes. I guarantee you, you will not have this happen again. Care to take a look?”

Nishka was only trying to help, and she truly believed that her means of helping was heavily intertwined in her skill and trade. She was completely oblivious to how she might appear to be money minded. She was just someone who cut to the chase a little too quickly. Besides, it was important to spread the word and forge valuable customer relations early on in the game.
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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Nishka Mikael Eldkvist
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Blood Status: Halfblood

Education: 
Durmstrang ‘42

Residence:
Wizarding London

Occupation
Apothecary owner||Dragonologist

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

No

Requested Magic Levels:  46

  • Charms: 12
  • Divination: 16
  • 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?
No

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Matt Lancaster, Andrew Philip Cadwgan

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

Nishka’s father is Swedish, and comes from a line of famous dragon tamers and handlers. The Eldkvist family name was one that she carried proudly but it was her mother’s Indian roots that really held her heart. She was born to Mikael Kristoff Eldkvist and Kali Nagarajan.
Her mother’s ancestors were snake charmers and Cobra worshippers. It was their religion and source of power, praying to the King Cobra or Nag. Temples were erected in the Cobra’s honor in the Nagarajan village and kingdoms past. This art was well guarded amongst its practitioners and thus was soon dying. The magic that once flowed strong in their blood was diluted over time as the clans expanded and procreated with non-magical folk.

When Kali’s father, Ananda migrated to Central Europe in his caravan, he hoped only to sell various powders, roots and herbs his people did not wield the power to make full use of any more. However, he ended up marrying a fair European maiden in the course of his travels. She was no ordinary firang or foreigner in his eyes. There was a fair deal of power he could sense in her, and perhaps that is what moved him to commit the very mistake that had lead to the demise of the great Nagarajan clans. It was, to choose love and family over the power of blood.

Ananda’s wife was in fact born a squib in a magical family of Swedish descent. However, their children were capable of performing great feats, a beautiful meld of Scandinavian and Indian magic.
Nishka’s mother Kali was the first of such a mixture of blood, and became skilled in wand work as well as in the ancient art of snake charming, the former being taught to her at Durmstrang Institute and the latter being an essential component of home-schooling. The Nagarajans also taught their children Ayurveda, the science of using plant products for magical and healing purpose.

It is because of this rich history that Nishka is the inquisitive, bright eyed woman she is today. Her father shared with her the Eldkvist’s methods and secrets to dragon handling and her mother trained her to have a keen nose and eye for ingredients to brew the best concoctions.
Nishka had accompanied her father on many of his expeditions, when she graduated from Durmstrang herself. She had raised several dragon hatchlings, observed full grown dragons in their natural habitat, and had almost gotten herself killed on several counts. Her passion for dragon-lore and future plans for research burn bright, but are still dim in the light of her love for apothecary work. Her family runs an apothecary business in Sweden. She migrated to London in ’49, just as the Hexenreich was going under.
She has lived in London and hopes to open a branch of the family business here or to apply as a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
 


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.


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Nishka was bored. And that was why she had been wandering around Diagon alley that day. She had hit a massive roadblock in her paper writing on imprinting patterns of wyvern hatchlings. She needed to devise a better methodology for studying their behaviour and quantifying it. Papa was counting on her to come up with something before the month was due. Hatchling season was almost upon them in Northern Finland.
 
However, brainstorming was not working for her today. Not even the lemongrass tea would ebb the throbbing in her head. And thus, Nishka had decided on taking a walk through the busy alleyway. She could peruse through some of the new potions book editions out for the season, though she much preferred second hand and shopping in Knockturn.

She was being slowed by the rush of the crowd at lunch hour when she saw what looked like a woman’s shoe toppling into view. “Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!" Nishka immediately bent forward to pick up the heeled shoe. She smiled at the shoe then, seeing the broken heel as a familiar foe of her past.

She looked around for the owner of the shoe and approached her, looking down and offering her unoccupied hand to lift her up.
“Pretty heels you have”, she started in her Scandinavian accented tone. “How many times I have found myself in your shoes- literally! You really must fix these. Too fragile for everyday use ja?”
She looked at the woman kindly and suggested, “I have the perfect binder and sealant for heeled shoes. I guarantee you, you will not have this happen again. Care to take a look?”

Nishka was only trying to help, and she truly believed that her means of helping was heavily intertwined in her skill and trade. She was completely oblivious to how she might appear to be money minded. She was just someone who cut to the chase a little too quickly. Besides, it was important to spread the word and forge valuable customer relations early on in the game. 

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Elsewhere Accepted / Constance Anne May
« Last post by Constance May on 07/06/2018 at 01:18 »


E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Constance Anne May

Gender: Female

Age: 10

Bloodline:
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib

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

Residence:
Birmingham, England

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

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Esther May

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Constance grew up with her sister Esther and her parents Rex and Arlene May in Birmingham, England. She spent most of her free time wandering the city streets with Esther. Then Esther went off to Hogwarts leaving Constance alone at home. Although Constance had friends from school she was incredibly lonely. Esther hardly paid any attention to her when she came home for the holidays and never replied to her letters. On Christmas day, 1952 Rosamund Ruth was born. With the new baby in the house and Esther learning magic at Hogwarts Constance became the unimportant middle child. Both of her parents worked full time in the wizarding world so caring for Rose became Constance's responsibility. The new child took up all of her time so Constance and her friends grew apart making Constance wish she could go to Hogwarts like her family.
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:
Annie fidgeted with the pencil in her hand. She was trying to decide what to write about in her letter to Esther, her sister, who was away at Hogwarts. She didn't know why she bothered writing to her though. Esther never replied to her letters. These thoughts caused a frown to spread over her face. If she were a witch like Esther she would be going to Hogwarts next year. Annie wasn't a witch though.

"You!" A shrill voice snapped, jerking Annie out of her thoughts. She looked up to see a small young girl and a toy broom in the ground behind her.  "...Do you want to play?" Annie blinked in surprise. The girl's tone had changed dramatically. Sticking her pencil behind her ear Annie stood laying her letter down on the bench where she had been sitting Annie took a few steps toward the girl.

"Sure. I can play!" Annie replied enthusiastically. "My name is Constance, but I hate that name so call me Annie!"
 


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GUIDELINES
PLAYING A BELIZAIRE
— You may request to play an unlisted Belizaire.
— They may be born in Haiti, England, or France.
— They mainly speak Haitian Creole/French and/or English.
— They all adopt the Vodou faith, though their strength
    and dedication to this may slightly vary. 

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— If you pick your own, we only ask that they are black.

OTHER INFO
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    a Belizaire family member, no matter who it is.
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Character Classifieds / The Belizaire Family [Under Con.]
« Last post by Séverine Belizaire on 18/05/2018 at 13:51 »

FANMI AN
BELIZAIRE

BLOOD STATUS: HALFBLOOD
ETHNICITY: HAITIAN
RELIGION: HAITIAN VODOU
MOTHER TONGUE: CREOLE
LOCATION: SOMERSET, UK
INSIGNIA: HISPANIOLA BOA




A proud family from the first nation of free slaves, the Belizaire family flourishes best by blending the many strengths of their diverse roots. It is in their native Haiti that they drew deeply from those roots and rose tall, growing in influence and wealth but not arrogance or sin.

Within their circle of influence, the matrilineal line is paramount, and above that the family of the Mambo. Upon the occasion of marriage, sons of outside families adopt the Belizaire name of their wife whilst sons of Belizaire blood pass the name to their children. In this way the Belizaire female line is preserved and the tradition of the Mambo is strengthened both in blood and in name.

The Belizaire do not ascribe to those fears of ‘dilution’ or ‘purity’ of magical blood. For the Great Creator made all and is therefore in degrees divine. And so it has been passed down in the generations, that just as the Mother created the world and guides her children and her creation, so does the Mambo for her fanmi in all its relation and descent.
GENERAL INFORMATION







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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Jude Holiday | Elsewhere Teen
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 15/05/2018 at 02:35 »
Congratulations! This application has been accepted.

http://hogwarts-school.net/sortinghat/index.php?topic=8155.0
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Jude Holiday | Elsewhere Teen
« Last post by Anneka Ivanova on 15/05/2018 at 02:35 »
Accepted!
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