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Moria Xeffel

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Moria P. Xeffel
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Durmstrang Institute

Residence:
Canada

Occupation
Unspeakable

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?
The Ministry

Requested Magic Levels:
30
  • Charms: 13
  • Divination: 3
  • Transfiguration: 4
  • Summoning: 10
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:
None

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
As far as unusual origins go, Moria’s was one for the books. Even those of her estranged family that cared to spare a thought for her knew it for a fact.
Moria Primrose Xeffael was born to Geoff Orin Wick. He was the third, and last, son of a very well known healer,  Gervasius Wick . Much to his family’s lament Geoff never displayed so much as an inkling of magic and worse, he didn’t seem to care. He seemed naturally resistant to the stigmas of being a squib and channeled his energies to his most beloved hobby; gardening. Geoff could spend hours in a garden. He even went on to study botany at one of the most prestigious universities in Canada and lectured at several others around the world. There were many times when his father, assessing complex potions in his work, would think to himself in frustration and lament that “Geoff would know this; would know what herb, the potency, the quantity, what to use to counter the effect…” Geoff was a squib, yes, but a brilliant mind and devastatingly charming.
In Geoff’s travels he met Moria’s mother; Moria Vanetta Xeffel. Like Geoff, Moria was also a squib and the two met by pure chance on the Spanish coast in Nerja. Enthralled by the sad beauty walking the abandoned beach at night Geoff, charming as ever, introduced himself to her. Not immune to his charm, Moria soon found love and acceptance aplenty in his arms and so little of either elsewhere in her life. Ostracized within the walls of her own home and eventually outcast Moria ran away the moment she turned eighteen to the relief of her pureblood proud family. Moria and Geoff enjoyed a happy relationship. Their chance meeting blossomed into a wonderful relationship. The lovers were wed a year later on that very beach.
When she became pregnant, Moria’s family re-emerged in her life with a barrage of criticism and threats of sacrifices to be made towards the price of pride.
Though Geoff had always been her anchor,  he could not repair her newly torn asunder heart as Moria shouldered her family’s rejection of her daughter. Her glee at motherhood  dimmed with worry, then fear. Eager to see the light of life in his wife’s eyes once again, Geoff brought her with him on his travels. This worked wonders. To his amusement and hers, Moria went into labor on a frozen lake in the middle of the night while bringing Geoff who was observing a very rare algae, a small dinner.
Unfortunately, Moria did not survive very long after childbirth. Her last words to her infant daughter were “My everlasting love,”.
Though they were wed, Moria had asked Geoff to let their child have her last name in a last act of spite to her parents who wanted nothing more than for her to disappear and who would have likely been relieved at her death. Though he originally disagreed as they argued over names constantly the way parents do, Geoff eventually relented and named his daughter with her mother’s first and last name immortalizing his dearest love just as he did his own name when naming a new species of plant.
Despite the tragedy surrounding her birth Moria had a happy, almost normal childhood. Unlike her parents she had an immediate grasp of magic before she could talk. This kept her father on his toes as things would disappear and reappear throughout their home constantly. As she grew, Moria was Geoff’s favorite companion on exhibitions and his chief assistant in his personal gardens. Moria is the apple of her father’s eyes and, oddly, her grandfather’s too (on her father’s side). While Gervasius Wick was not able to contribute much to his son’s life he was very much thrilled to be able to mentor this very apt grandchild. They were nearly inseparable in each other’s company since the day her tiny fingers set his beard on fire and covered his ears in pink glitter.

Schooling
Moria’s sheltered life could not prepare her for an acceptance letter from Dumstrang, the Wick family’s alma mater. Of course, the open prejudices towards muggles, muggle born students, and non-magic beings made her an unhappy resident. Although she excelled in her studies, Moria disdained her peers. Her aloof attitude made her the target of bullying but she proved to be a strong adversary to foes time and time again with cunning and skill much to her merit. Still at her insistence she transferred to Beauxbatons’ Academy in her third year where she was more content though she found the pageantry to be frivolous. The students at Beauxbatons were sly where they had been bold at Durmstrang. Learning to adapt to both of these environments had benefited her immensely in her adult life. 
Continuing to excel in her courses, Moria gained several distinctions and awards in her studies. She had a sharp mind that gained the attention of many influential figures eager to add her apt mind to their repertoire.
Taking her father’s advice that  “if you do what you love you’ll never work a day in your life”. It came as no surprise to those who knew Moria that working in the most obscured department in the ministry of magic was her first choice. Her preference to solitude while at school and her love of open spaces or conversely cosy nooks made her job easy. Her love of her broad perspective of life, her indomitable spirit, quick adapting nature, and her unflinching loyalty at times made her standoffish to her peers at times but albeit a masterful individual in combination with her intelligence and focus.

Career
Moria intended to work for the ministry of magic as a legislator and champion for the inclusion of non magic children born to wizarding families in wizarding schools.

After several years in the field with little traction as she worked against old fashioned, hive-like, thinking she left the ministry it’s bureaucratic  monotony and  entered the career of potions master.  Moria worked with her Grandfather and  consulted in varying fields of study, medical practice, and even to the Ministry of Magic on occasion.
Despite her general wariness of peers, Moria had made a point to know the who’s who of the wizarding world by establishing a network via her trusted friends at the Ministries of Magic in America, Spain, Peru, Singapore and England.
Through her connections she began to learn as much as she could about families who had all but erased the non magic members from official record if they had not already succeeded in doing so in real life. It has been her vow to shatter the division within the magic community by any means necessary. This meant that she was in constant defiance of the status quo, and her unyielding  nature, and cunning began to rapidly forge recognition in the wizarding community much to the chagrin of the Xeffael family.
Her strides in accomplishing this goal brought her back to the Ministry of Magic yet again but in a less prominent role as an Unspeakable. Here her life’s work continues but at her own pace.

Moria is a perceptive, smart, and determined witch. She prefers solitude in her work and prefers to work in open spaces as she is accustomed to being outdoors. Her blunt manner can offend others but she is fair and fiercely loyal. Like her father, Moria is not one to simply be put aside, she thrives in any environment and has yet to yield under pressure. This makes her a difficult employee to have as these qualities can appear abrasive. It’s worth mentioning that Moira’s quiet nature allows her the opportunity to assess those around her, she very rarely picks a fight that she can’t win without ulterior motive. Life at both Dumstrang and Beauxbatons has taught her the importance of observation and very little escapes her sight. Also, Moria is a fantastic cook, has an infectious laugh (the good kind), and there isn’t anything she would not do for anyone she considered family.


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.


Roleplay Response:
Moria watched the over eager reporter try to capture the attention of a witch or wizard just as eager to propel the both of them into the stratosphere that is the Daily Prophet’s front page. She had to commend the woman for rushing out in the lunch hour. It really was the best time to catch a story falling from the lips of an overly boisterous Ministry witch or wizard that had one butterbeer too many. Stepping out of the small herb shop Moria’s own smart heels clicked on the cobblestone. Nixon had merely stepped in the right direction and the sticking charm slipped silent and effortlessly from Moria’s lips. With an affectionate cuddle to Moxie, Moria lowered the smallish niffler to the ground to get to work. As she reached the red-headed reporter Moria presented a hand to assist the woman up and gave an inviting smile.
“Not your day is it?” She asked with a small chuckle. Adjusting the brim of her scarlet hat. In her peripheral vision she could see the another Unspeakable collide with a quite inebriated Praxton Wolgruff. The former Death Eater had garnered the attention of the ministry by becoming a loose-lipped liability to many a hidden factor of the scattered Death Eater group. Of course they would want to take advantage of that before he vanished into thin air as so many of these chatty former members do. With the reporter on her feet and Moxie climbing to settle in the crook of Moria's arm her small task was completed; simple and orchestrated.
“There you are; right as rain.” Moria smiled before stepping into the sea of noon day witches and wizards.


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Hi Moria, welcome to the site!

Your application looks great so far, there's just a couple of things we'll need you to clarify/edit before we can get you accepted.

Firstly, your magical levels are unbalanced. As per our rules:
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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 Exceptional Levels form here.

You'll either need to balance your levels according to the rule above (lowest magical level must be at least half the highest), or submit an exceptional levels request using this form. Please PM your request to myself or another admin if you choose to go this route. Please also be aware that special requests can delay acceptance of your application and aren't guaranteed to be approved; depending on the outcome, we may still require you to change your application.

In your RP sample, you also end with Moria disappearing into the crowd of people. If this were a real thread, this wouldn't give Amelia's player much to work with in a response. If you could edit/delete the last line so that Moria remains in the interaction, that would be great.

If you're choosing to submit an exceptional levels request, please wait until this is reviewed and approved/denied before reposting your application (we'll remind you to do this when we inform you of the request outcome). If you're choosing not to submit an exceptional levels request, please make the required changes and repost your entire revised application below, and we'll be more than happy to take another look.

If you have any questions or concerns about the above, please feel free to PM me or contact me via Discord (Yas#4887). Thanks!

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Moria Xeffel

    (22/02/2021 at 17:13)
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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Moria P. Xeffael
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Durmstrang Institute

Residence:
Canada

Occupation
Unspeakable

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?
The Ministry

Requested Magic Levels:
30
  • Charms: 13
  • Divination: 3
  • Transfiguration: 4
  • Summoning: 10
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:
None

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

As far as unusual origins go, Moria’s was one for the books. Even those of her estranged family that cared to spare a thought for her knew this as fact.
Moria Primrose Xeffael was born to Geoff Orin Wick. He was the third, and last, son of a very well known healer,  Gervasius Wick . Much to his family’s lament Geoff never displayed so much as an inkling of magic and worse, he didn’t seem to care. He seemed naturally resistant to the stigmas of being a squib and channeled his energies to his most beloved hobby; gardening. Geoff could spend hours in a garden. He even went on to study botany at one of the most prestigious universities in Canada and lectured at several others around the world. There were many times when his father, assessing complex potions in his work, would think to himself in frustration that “Geoff would know this; would know what herb, the potency, the quantity, what to use to counter the effect…” Geoff was a squib, yes, but a brilliant mind and devastatingly charming.
In Geoff’s travels he met Moria’s mother; Moria Vanetta Xeffel. Like Geoff, Moria was also a squib and the two met by pure chance on the Spanish coast in Nerja.
Enthralled by the sad beauty walking the abandoned beach at night Geoff, charming as ever, introduced himself to her. Not immune to his charm, Moria soon found love and acceptance aplenty in his arms when she found so little of either in her life. Ostracized within the walls of her own home and eventually outcast, Moria ran away the moment she turned eighteen to the relief of her pureblood proud family. Moria and Geoff enjoyed a happy relationship. Their chance meeting blossomed into a wonderful relationship. The lovers were wed a year later on that very beach.
When she became pregnant, Moria’s family re-emerged in her life with a barrage of criticism and threats of sacrifices to be made towards the price of pride.
Though Geoff had always been her anchor,  he could not repair her newly torn-asunder heart as Moria shouldered her family’s rejection of her unborn daughter. Her glee at motherhood  dimmed with worry, then fear. Eager to see the light of life in his wife’s eyes once again, Geoff brought her with him on his travels. This worked wonders. To his amusement and hers, Moria went into labor on a frozen lake in the middle of the night while bringing Geoff, who was observing a very rare algae, some dinner.
Unfortunately, Moria did not survive very long after childbirth. Her last words to her infant daughter were “My everlasting love,”.
Though they were wed, Moria had asked Geoff to let their child have her last name in a last act of spite to her parents who wanted nothing more than for her to disappear and who would have likely been relieved at her death. Though he originally disagreed as they argued over names constantly the way parents do, Geoff eventually relented and named his daughter with her mother’s first and last name immortalizing his dearest love just as he did his own name when naming a new species of plant.
Despite the tragedy surrounding her birth Moria had a happy, almost normal childhood. Unlike her parents she had an immediate grasp of magic before she could talk. This kept her father on his toes as things would disappear and reappear throughout their home constantly.
As she grew, Moria was Geoff’s favorite companion on exhibitions and his chief assistant in his personal gardens. Moria is the apple of her father’s eyes and, oddly, her grandfather’s too (on her father’s side). While Gervasius Wick was not able to contribute much to his son’s life he was very much thrilled to be able to mentor this very apt grandchild. They were nearly inseparable in each other’s company since the day her tiny fingers set his beard on fire and covered his ears in pink glitter.
It did not need to be said that the Wicks eagerly brought her into their fold. She learned a great many things from aunts, uncles, and older cousins that were only too happy to help her learn the tools of their magical trades. Her love of gardening easily extended to potions and she would continue her hobby in botany alongside her father with fresh eyes and knowledge that made her glow with delight. 

Schooling
Moria’s sheltered life could not prepare her for an acceptance letter from Dumstrang, the Wick family’s alma mater. Of course, the open prejudices towards muggles, muggle born students, and non-magic beings made her an unhappy resident. Although she excelled in her studies, Moria disdained her peers. Her aloof attitude made her the target of bullying but she proved to be a strong adversary to foes time and time again using both cunning and skill to evade both bullies and punishment from teachers.
Still, at her insistence, she transferred to Beauxbatons’ Academy in her third year where she was more content though she found the pageantry added to academia to be frivolous. The students at Beauxbatons were sly while the students had been bold at Durmstrang. Learning to adapt to both of these environments had benefited her immensely in her adult life. 
Continuing to excel in her courses, Moria gained several distinctions and awards in her studies. She has a sharp mind that gained the attention of many influential figures eager to add her aptitude to their repertoire.
Taking her father’s advice that  “if you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life”. It came as no surprise to those who knew Moria that working in the most obscured department in the ministry of magic was an inevitable choice. Her preference to solitude while at school and her love of open spaces or conversely cosy nooks made her job easy. Her love of life, her indomitable spirit, quick adapting nature, and her unflinching loyalty at times made her standoffish to her peers at times but albeit a masterful individual in combination with her intelligence and focus.

Career
Moria intended to work for the ministry of magic as a legislator and champion for the inclusion of non magic children born to wizarding families in wizarding schools.

After several years in the field with little traction as she worked against old fashioned, hive-like, thinking she left the ministry it’s bureaucratic  monotony. Moria  entered the career of apothecary and worked with her grandfather at the family’s clinic in British Colombia  and  consulted in varying fields of study, medical practice, and even to the Canadian Ministry of Magic on occasion.
Despite her general wariness of peers, Moria had made a point to know the who’s who of the wizarding world by establishing a network via her trusted friends at the Ministries of Magic in America, Spain, Peru, Singapore and England.
Through her connections she began to learn as much as she could about families who had all but erased the non magic members from official record if not from existence. It has been her vow to shatter the division within the magic community by any means necessary. This meant that she was in constant defiance of the status quo, and her unyielding  nature, and cunning began to rapidly forge recognition in the wizarding community much to the chagrin of the Xeffel family.
Her strides in accomplishing this goal brought her back to the Ministry of Magic yet again but in a less prominent role as an Unspeakable. Moria loved her gardens and crafting potions is her passion but she was restless. There never seemed to be enough to do for her cause. Worse yet, tensions were rising in England; someone seemed intent on drawing a hard line between muggles and the wizarding world and she was determined to do her part to undo that damage. Inter-relations had gone through strain over time but to unravel it all would be chaos of an order no one could undo. Returning to Europe, where the epicenter of the tensions seemed to be, was not a difficult choice.

Moria is a perceptive, smart, and determined witch. She prefers solitude in her work and prefers to work in open spaces as she is accustomed to being outdoors. Her blunt manner can offend others but she is fair and fiercely loyal. Like her father, Moria is not one to simply be put aside, she thrives in any environment and has yet to yield under pressure. This makes her a difficult employee to have as these qualities can appear abrasive. It’s worth mentioning that Moira’s quiet nature allows her the opportunity to assess those around her, she very rarely picks a fight that she can’t win without ulterior motive. Life at both Dumstrang and Beauxbatons has taught her the importance of observation and very little escapes her sight. Also, Moria is a fantastic cook, has an infectious laugh (the good kind), and there isn’t anything she would not do for anyone she considered family.


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.


Roleplay Response:
Moria watched the over eager reporter try to capture the attention of a witch or wizard just as eager to propel the both of them into the stratosphere that is the Daily Prophet’s front page. She had to commend the woman for rushing out in the lunch hour. It really was the best time to catch a story falling from the lips of an overly boisterous Ministry witch or wizard that had one butterbeer too many. Stepping out of the small herb shop Moria’s own smart heels clicked on the cobblestone. Nixon had merely stepped in the right direction and the sticking charm slipped silent and effortlessly from Moria’s lips. With an affectionate cuddle to Moxie, Moria lowered the smallish niffler to the ground to get to work. As she reached the red-headed reporter Moria presented a hand to assist the woman up and gave an inviting smile.
“Not your day is it?” She asked with a small chuckle. Adjusting the brim of her scarlet hat. In her peripheral vision she could see the another Unspeakable collide with a quite inebriated Praxton Wolgruff. The former Death Eater had garnered the attention of the ministry by becoming a loose-lipped liability to many a hidden factor of the scattered Death Eater army. Of course they would want to take advantage of that before he vanished into thin air as so many of these chatty former members do. With the reporter on her feet and Moxie climbing to settle in the crook of her arm.
“There you are; right as rain.”


OTHER
How did you find us? Google

* Calypso Ross

    (28/02/2021 at 10:40)
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Hi Moria,

Sent you another PM regarding your unbalanced levels! If you could respond to that PM, we can go ahead and process your application (no need for you to repost again). Thanks!

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