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Cassius Jones Wilde

    (10/05/2019 at 19:39)
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Cassius Jones Wilde
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
Ilvormorny Horned Serpent(or Salem) Valedictorian Graduate w/ honors

Residence:
Hogsmeade

Occupation
Scholar, Journalist, Part timer. Independent Study: Field Research on Beings and creatures in natural habitats, rare occult imports and antiquities, side jobs in which to fund research

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?
He may be looking for a job but at the moment no existing connection aside from being an immigrant

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 10
  • Divination: 5
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 10
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Nope, unless you count his house elf Toby

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

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Cassius Jones Wilde the third, was born on a blistery wintery day on the third of March 1937 to the esteemed and highly respectable purebloods Mr. Nicholas and Mrs. Marian Wilde. Born just before the rush of the war and yet sheltered from it, Cassius was raised in upperclass society of the magical community. Shielded from associating with No-Maj and lesser bloods alike, the boy didn’t have many friends. Instead he was raised with high expectations to achieve great things academically and publically. Though due to his intense tutoring, his parent’s busy social lives, and their constant overprotectiveness, Casey became a very shy and quiet, studios boy. It wasn’t until he attended school, that he truly began to shape his own opinions, morals, and ideals. Though still socially awkward, he continued to excel in bookish subjects as well as Conjuring and Charms. Though he wasn’t into sports, it would be a far cry to think that Mr. Wilde was weak or vulnerable. Far from. Able to at least hold his own in a fight, it took two or three altercations to get fellow students to leave him well enough alone. Others learned quickly, that even if he came from a wealthy prestigious family, Cassius was one to stand for himself and did not rely on others to carry his reputation.
In his sixth year of school, Casey received news that whilst on a risky business trip to Europe, his father passed in one of the bombings. It was at a will hearing that he became aware that the family business would be passed to him upon graduation. Torn yet determined, and wanting to etch out his own place in the academic world, Cassius flat out refused to inherit this automatic promise of success at risk of ultimately disappointing his already distraught mother. However, capable and loving as she was, she assured him to follow his heart and do his best, and she would take over the company management with help from his aunt and uncle.
Graduating with honors at the top of his year, Cassius had to put a temporary stop to his personal plans as the economy crumbled and his dad’s empire went under. Aiding his mother to ensure they wouldn’t lose everything, they underwent months of legal complications before the nightmare was over. Ensuring his mother was properly situated before returning to his own endeavours, he apprenticed under the MACUSA in the department of Registry for Magical Antiquities. During all of his footwork moreover, he came to witness many injustices and began looking more into societal hierarchies in the magical world.
Wanting to take a more active role in fighting for these injustices, Cassius came to the conclusion he needed more information than what little was provided to him. Deciding to research more on the subject of the social constructs, psychology, and traditions of Sentient Beings such as Centaurs, Mermaids, Giants, and House Elves, Casey realized he would have to personally participate in case studies to collect more accurate information. However, large communities of these tribes being absent from America, Casey began the tedious paperwork to go overseas and study them in their natural habitats. Not wanting him to go alone or uncared for, his mother insisted their house elf Toby, accompany him in his travels. Not wanting to worry his mother, and getting along quite well with Toby, he kindly obliged.
Now living in a modest cottage of Hogsmeade countryside, Cassius (and Toby) spend most of their time in the wilds collecting data. When not scouring the countryside, he uses his spare time to examine or collect rare occult antiquities, wander shopping districts for supplies, or work odd jobs to get a bit of extra coin.


Roleplay: 
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:
Wondering Diagon Ally, Casey scuffed his feet in the tiny snowdrifts as his gaze shifted from one merrily decorate shop to the other. Though not one to be flamboyant, he always had a love for the gaiety of the holidays. This Christmas being the first since he came here from America, Mr. Wilde was lazily perusing for appropriate gifts for his mother, and Toby. However, hunger beginning to grip his belly, he decided to parade himself towards much needed sustenance.
Making his way up the street, Casey was lost somewhere in the realm of his thoughts when,

“ARRRUGH!”

Blinking to awareness, some poor bloke came have sledding down the hill with his box and his person colliding right into the wandering American!

Tinsel everywhere, including some on his own hat, dangling in his eyes, Cassius couldn’t help but burst out laughing whilst the other man cursed.

“No, No, no need for apologies sir. No damage here. Are you alright?”

Rising from the cold ground, he brushed himself off, and offered his hand to to flustered man. “Let me help you.”


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Accepted!

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