Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Sacajawea Fox
Gender: Female
Age: 23 years old

Education: 
The Raven Lodge, North Dakota

Residence:
A loft-style apartment on London's Embankment

Occupation:
Keeper for the Moose Jaw Meteorites Quidditch Team

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (example St Mungo's, the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
No!

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 8
• Transfiguration: 7
• Divination: 9
• Summoning: 8

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
N/A

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Monroe Trinh, Persephone Lugny, Clark Harper, Jyotsana Sai, Nefertiti West, Orchid Wu, Coraleagh Tiarks (this is my last charrie I promise LOL!)

Biography:
Sacajawea was born at the Wind River Reservation in Wyoming, from an Arapaho dad, Gopan Fox, and a Shoshone mother, Kimama Fox (born Winter). Her father isa herbologist and works for the conservation of several threathened herbs used by Native American communities for centuries. As for her mother, she is a craftswoman and makes magical talismans. Sacajawea has one younger brother, Wattan Fox (16) who is still attending The Raven Lodge.

Sacajawea had a very peaceful childhood, compared to many other kids on the reservation. She grew up seeing first hands the reasons why Native Americans are often stigmatised by the surrounding muggle communities; gambling, drinking and other such destructive behaviours always occured around her, but her family remained true to their traditional values and magical heritage and thus remained untouched by those destructive behaviour. Nonetheless, she was subjected to racism growing up and it is still a very sensitive issue for her growing up, as she is proud of her heritage.

The Raven Lodge is known throught the US as having particularly strong Native American magic curriculum and Sacajawea blossomed there. She never quite took to the local sport of Quodpot, but was instantly fascinated by Quidditch once she was introduced to the sport. Though the Quidditch club at her school was small and unpopular she tried out as a keeper one fateful day of her 2nd year, and her remarkable reflex soon had people talking. The rest of her school grades were great if unremarkable, and the sport became her passion along with herbology and potions, a love she shared with her father.

She was in year 7 when one of her teachers, Mrs Tayenne White, asked her parent's permission to bring Sacajawea on an extra-curricular trip to Canada. Their Northern cousin's three international teams were holding trials and she did not fail to impress; she was offered a contract as one of three reserve keepers for the Moose Jaw Meteorites, assuming she graduated with honors. She made sure she did.

She moved to Moose Jaw after graduating, but she never felt at home there. Once she made her way from the reserves and unto the first team (she quickly earned the special nickname of the 'Shoshone Shield', seeing her salary increase considerably as a result, she decided to set foot elsewhere. After much deliberation, she decided London was the place; she had always been fascinated by Europe and an English-speaking country seemed like a safe enough transition. The distance between her training venue was never an issue with the commodities of apparating, of course, and during the off-season period it leaves her free to explore the old continent!

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.

The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.

Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."

To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.

Roleplay Response:

Sacajawea had no idea where she was.

She'd visited Diagon Alley several times now, but she still couldn't find her way amongst the tall buildings which all looked exactly the same to her; it was the downside of every big city. She was looking for a clothes store where she had been before, but the one she was in definitely wasn't it. She caught sight of a pale blue cloak with a bright mustard velvet inlay. No, that definitely wasn't the right place.

She could see a salesperson approaching and could sense a crisis coming. How could you politely walk into a store and then walk straight out again? Above everything else, Sacajawea hated being rude. And as it stood, she would have no choice but to tell the plump lady coming in her direction that her stock was not, erm, quite to her taste.

But before the woman could abord her, she felt something tugging at her skirt. She looked down, and was surprised to see a sweet looking girl with a fluffy little puffskein. She explained in details the predicament she was in, and Sacajawea looked at her and nodded with a serious air, taking it all in. Oh dear.

"You poor darling, I'm afraid I'm lost as well! I can't be sure I'll be of much use finding your way, but let's see if we can find your mommy, at least. I'm sure she's sick with worry by now and looking everywhere for the two of you!" She offered the little girl her hand. Well, at least now she had a perfectly valid excuse to make good her escape.