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Dorothy Wilson

    (28/06/2019 at 21:33)
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Dorothy Wilson

Gender: Female

Age: 8 (15/4/1948)

Bloodline:
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Carlotta Wilson and Damien Wilson (NPCs)

Residence: Scarborough, 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: Marilyn-Rose Wilson etc.

Biography:
Dorothy was never supposed to be born. This fact was never made obvious to her, but she picked up on details, small ones, like the fact that her older sister had a double barrel name, Marilyn-Rose. In fact, Dorothy was pretty sure that she was supposed to be a Rose, but they weren't expecting a third child. The second point was that she had her own room, which would usually be a good thing, but her room was also the office whilst Lyn and Carrie got their own shared bedroom. She was never supposed to have a bedroom.

But, even though she knew she was an accident, she was certainly a happy accident. She was both this metaphorically and literally. A sunbeam who was always adored by her sisters, who she idolised. With an angelic face, and the classic Wilson looks. She immediately slotted into the family with ease, sharing her sisters bed when she had nightmares, or baking with Lyn, or watching Carrie do her makeup. Her dad taught her to gut a fish, and her mum taught her how to do cartwheels, flips, and baton twirling (unlike the other two, she had the fingers for it). She fit in.

Then Lyn went off to a special school, and everyone looked at her like they were expecting something. Something unusual from her, like she was a unicorn in a human body or something. But she wasn't. Or at least, that's what she thought. Sure, tea leaves sometimes looked like suns, and she knew it'd be sunny that day, or that she always knew the perfect place to find the prettiest shells, but it wasn't much more than that. Unbeknownst to Dorothy, she was most certainly a witch, which fortunately matched her family's suspicions and led to her being made to socialise in new places with different people who wore very strange clothes, and rode brooms, for some reason...

Roleplay:
Godric Park.

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:
The sky was super duper blue, more blue than she'd ever seen in Scarborough which was usually the grey of her mum's eyes, but this sky was the colour of her crayon labelled 'sea', it was a bright blue, so blue it could be the definition of blue with a sun that was very Lyn yellow and she couldn't help but feel very very happy as she thought of that colour, the colour of sprinkles.

In the sky there were broomsticks, that were flying. Like birds, but not birds, because although birds were very super duper cool, these were even cooler, and she wanted to try one, because she was sure they had one in the house but this was a very new place to her and was the colour of the crayons in her bag, which wasn't actually her bag but rather her sister's but that wasn't important. What was important was the flying people in the park which was super duper cool.

Dorothy Wilson had brought with her many things, including: her crayons, her drawing book, a packed lunch with Wilson cupcakes, a juice box, her favourite platypus teddy bear, an apple (that would remain untouched), 4 pebbles, a piece of string, some ribbon, a piece of fluff, and a wooden bracelet. However, what she didn't bring was a super cool flying broomstick.

In fact with a whoosh that sent her hair flying back, not one, not two but three broomsticks with obviously cool people zoomed past her face and left Dore with a cheerful gawk on her face. This was just so cool, she couldn't wait to tell her sisters all about it when she got home. Flying broomsticks. Who would believe her? They would, they always did.

In fact, Dore dropped right where she was on the floor, immediately crossing her legs so that they wouldn't trip anyone up, because that'd be bad and hurt them, and she didn't want to do that, because that was mean and she wasn't mean. No, her name wasn't Dorothy Meanie, she was a Wilson, and Wilsons weren't mean. She pulled the bag off her back and pulled out her pad and crayons, beginning a drawing of the sky and the flying people so that Lyn and Carrie had to believe her when she was home.

"You! ...Do you want to play?"

Dorothy looked up and saw another girl, a bright smile on her face, as her crayons were shoved hastily into the backpack, which was thrown onto her back as she ran over to the other girl.

"YES!!!!!!!!" She exclaimed loudly, doing a cartwheel on the way. "You have one of the cool flying sticks!!!! How do they work? They go really quickly, it's just like a whoosh and then they're gone! Can you ride it? That'd be so cool!!! Do you come here a lot? I don't but I might come more, what's your name? I'm Dorothy, but you can call me Dore."

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How did you find us? i'm ancient, i dont know.
« Last Edit: 29/06/2019 at 11:56 by Calypso Ross »

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