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* Persillia Elizabeth Knoxx

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Persillia Elizabeth Knoxx
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Blood Status: Pureblood
Education:  Hogwarts Graduate; Ravenclaw
Residence: An extremely large penthouse flat; Near Diagon and Knockturn.
Occupation: Potions Mistress; Model for Wizarding Wares

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? Picked up by the Ministry for questioning and was briefly investigated shortly after graduation in connection to a couple of suspicious deaths. Nothing too serious. She was let go.

Requested Magic Levels:

  • Charms: 12
  • Divination: 6
  • Transfiguration: 8
  • Summoning: 6

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

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

Christoph Alexander Grey (Accepted)
Hugo Mathias Grey (Pending)

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

When Persillia entered Hogwarts at eleven years of age it was a surprise to everyone she was sorted into Ravenclaw including herself. She like everyone else expected with her men spirited and at times cruel ways that she was the perfect Slytherin. Unfortunately that didn't turn out to be the case. In fact she excelled in Ravenclaw. She didn't make too many friends, but she learned. She learned a lot. She read every book she could find and became strangely fixated on darker aspects of the magical world. The smarter she became and the older she got? The more curious she became. She terrorized her year mates when they got in her way...she had all the answers in class and likely won them the house cup when they were victorious. She wasn't well liked at all.

But eventually she graduated and went out into the world and spent her time building her brand...getting her name out there. A feat that wasn't difficult due to the fact she had a giant inheritance to bank roll the venture due to her parents dying and making her incredibly wealthy. A rich orphan if there was such a thing to exist. Modeling was in her blood and even if she didn't need the money the shows earned she still vied for the spotlight because she was the best of the best. Her looks and her wardrobe were envied and drooled over. She held herself above everyone else.

She invested a chunk of her money away in things that were a sure thing. Bought the Penthouse, and even got herself some new designs she'd seen while out and about on the strolls she often let her wallet do the talking and more often than not ending up throwing a giant chunk away or returning it. Is also a badass redhead.


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.

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:

Persillia looked at the pour unfortunate woman with a frosty gaze. Her eyes running over her robes in distaste. She watched as the crowd moved around the reporter and briefly debated doing something about what was happening but decided against it. It wasn't her problem after all. She casted a quiet "Flipendo" on the shoe and watched it fly away from the woman with a grin.

"Oh dear, I guess you should really think of taking better care to keep your shoes on your feet. They practically seem to be running away." She said with a smirk as she passed the woman snickering at her plight before disappearing into the crowd.


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