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Holden Perry

    (31/12/2019 at 20:24)
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Name:
Holden Perry

Birthday:
15 March TBD

Hometown:
born in London, England; raised in Boston, Massachusetts, USA

Bloodline:
Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two):
Slot him into a year that needs some students.

Biography:
Holden's mother was six months pregnant when she fled her home in Northern England. She hadn't even known she was pregnant until the fifth month as she wasn't in any type of serious relationship. While the signs were there, she just refused to believe that it was possible until she felt the first kick.

She spent the next month doing everything she could to hide the pregnancy from her parents. They were traditionalist, so the fact that she was pregnant without being married was not going to go over well should they find out. She bought some bigger clothes (of course her belly would start to swell at an alarming rate at this point) and saved every last penny she could from her waitressing job for the next month. Then, in the middle of a night, without a word she disappeared.

She fled south, to London. It would be an easy place to just blend in and not be found as there were so many people. The money she had saved was enough to afford her a one-bedroom flat on the third floor of a run-down apartment building. It wasn't much, but it would suffice for now. She needed to find a job, and she needed to decide what the future of her and her baby would be.

In no time, it was time for baby Holden to be born. What his mother hadn't planned on was the fact that her past would meet her present when she went to the hospital to deliver. One of her classmates was completing his residency program at the hospital in London. While she didn't dive into specifics with him (she avoided almost all of his questions at all cost), she just couldn't chance the fact that word might reach home of her whereabouts. The moment she was about to check-out, a bag was packed with a few outfits for her and Holden, and they found themselves headed to America on a ship.

Destination? Boston, Massachusetts, though she didn't much care where they were headed as long as she was anywhere that she wasn't known. It took her a bit to get settled and start adjusting to being a mother, but in all of the rushing about (and the fact that she was a first-time mother) there were a few things big things that she didn't pick up on about Holden.

The first thing was that baby Holden didn't cry. Well, he did, but his cry wasn't very audible. It was barely a squeak. It struck her as odd, but she thought that she was just good at picking up on his cues so that he didn't have much of a chance to actually cry.

The second thing that she didn't pick up on was the fact that Holden didn't respond to the sound of her voice. For the fact that he was a baby, it wasn't really all that obvious. When he was about six months old, that's when she truly noticed it for the first time. She had made friends with another young, single mother in the shelter they had been staying in who had a baby about the same age. They way her daughter cooed and smiled when her mother talked to her was something she had never seen from Holden. He only responded to the sight of her, never the sound of her voice.

The doctor she took Holden to told her some news that she wasn't ready to hear. Holden was a deaf-mute. She was young. She was inexperienced at being a mother. She didn't have the help of her own mum as there was no way that she was telling her parents that she had a baby out of wed-lock. So she did the only thing she figured she could do ...

... she left Holden on the front steps of an orphanage. Since she knew he couldn't cry, she knocked on the door and disappeared into the shadows, only lurking until she was sure that he had been taken inside. A small note notified the orphanage of his name and his condition, and nothing else.


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Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request:
Up to you!

Personality:
It likely comes as no surprise that Holden’s favorite thing to do for fun is to read. There’s not many things that he can do that doesn’t require listening skills in order to enjoy (i.e., listening to music, watching movies, etc). Holden is a very quiet boy, and it’s not just because he’s mute. He prefers to go unnoticed, so remaining quiet is the best way to do that.

Appearance:
Holden has unmistakable bright red hair, with hundreds of freckles adorning his face. He is on the small side for his age, being both underweight and short in height. While Holden does his best just to blend into his surroundings, it’s a little difficult when your physical features are screaming “look at me”. Obviously, Holden is unaware when people are talking about him, but it doesn’t make him any less subconscious none-the-less. His worst enemy is the voice inside his head (the only one he can hear).

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

Option 2:
That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."



He had never been the “early to bed, early to rise” types of people, but he had been feeling a bit too tired the night before and retired to bed early. Unfortunately for him though, that meant that way too early he had woken up and couldn’t fall back to sleep. He had decided to take a leisurely walk around the castle grounds. It was time for breakfast though, so Holden opened the doors to the castle…

… and out came running a rat. Rats around the castle weren’t an unusual site. Many students had them as pets and the fact that a fifth-year boy came out after him, the rat was likely trying to run free from his owner. It was Holden’s fault that the rat had gotten outside. He was the one that had opened the door. Before going to grab breakfast, he better help the boy find him.

Holden was on his hands and knees in some red flowers when the other boy grabbed a section of the flowers near him. Perhaps the boy wasn’t after the rat after all, but was after the boy who had let him out. Holden ducked a bit farther back into the bed of flowers and watched the boy as he let out a sneeze. Had he been able to talk, Holden’s manners might have gotten the best of him and announced his whereabouts to the other boy.

As the boy wiped his nose on his sleeve, Holden saw this as his attempt to escape. He stood up and was about to make a run for it when he saw the boy was trying to talk to him.

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Holden didn’t know who the boy was, and it was obvious that the boy didn’t know who he was either or else he wouldn’t have wasted his breath trying to talk to Holden. Holden wasn’t sure what to say, or how to say it in a way that the boy would understand so he just signed ‘I’m sorry.’

He wanted to run away, into the comfort of the castle and where he could blend in with the rest of the hundreds of students, but found that his feet felt like a ton of bricks.


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* Merryl Midthunder

    (31/12/2019 at 20:51)
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Dear Mr Perry,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins 1 January 2020. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.


Yours sincerely,
Merryl Midthunder
Head of Gryffindor

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