Kisley Takeda

[Kisley Takeda]

E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Kisley Takeda

Gender: Female

Age: Thirteen

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Jones & Jennifer Takeda (NPC)

Residence:
Used to be in Chinatown,London but now is wandering around alone because of the ongoing war.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Yes, to St. Mungo's for treatment when found and to the daycare since she had no home.

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: (100 words minimum.)
Generations before Kisley was born, they had all lived in Chinatown, London the whole time, living and behaving like the Muggles around them. They were magic folks and hailed from Osaka,Japan. The reason why they moved over to the country where the Ministry was located, was unknown. They owned a small provisions shop there which catered to mostly Japanese residing in London. It had expanded since the start of 1930s. Speaking both English and Japanese had never been the problem for the descendants.

With the last generation living in the small apartment above the provisions shop, it only consisted of her parents, her old ailing grandmother, her younger brother and Kisley herself. They wasn't that well off but they could just scrape by with little profits they could have from selling provisions. Kisley was able to go to Hogwarts at the tender age of 11 and she was immensely enjoying it very much. Last two summers, she headed back home and only to see it closed. Because of the war which had been ongoing, her father, Jones, had to close down the provisions shop because of so many reasons that the young twelve-ongoing-thirteen girl couldn't fathom. Her family members were not in sight and then a tall young Japanese young man walked up to her with a note as well as a ticket from her father. It indicated their whereabouts and she decided to join the rest of her family. To meet them, she had to take a train to Normandy, France where the actual war was taking place. She didn't know it was happening there and when she was about to arrive, the train stopped and the Germans was taking over as in hijacking.

To her horror, they started to kill off whoever were British in the train and thanks to her small build and frame, she crouched down in between the space of the seat behind her and in front of her after being told by an old,kind lady to do so who happened to be a magic folk too. A squib, more like it. Even though she was crouching there, she was covered by an old, smelly brown cloth that seemed to be used to cover baskets of fruits and thanks to the help of the old lady, she was able to escape, unscathed by the wrath of the Germans who had now killed every person on this train, not leaving one alive. Except her. Once things had died down on the train, she managed to escape and not without saying a small prayer for the old lady before getting off the train and into the forest. She was unfortunate for sure as once she passed the forest, she was out onto the beach, once more in the middle of the crossfire. Lost and scared, she didn't even knew if her family were alive as she sat behind a large rock that kept her out of sight of every single solider out there.

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. 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:
Three boys playing around in mid air, chasing after one golden ball.
A little girl trudging along on the almost dead broom.

The very scene of it made her both laugh and scoff at the same time. She wasn't sure which emotion was more benefitting for this funny scene. The way the old broomstick drifting upwards and then sank to the ground the next second, the little girl should have seen what the broom was never designed to fly just as high as its other peers. Shaking her head, Kisley took her seat down at the nearest bench to obey the younger kids at play when she heard a small but fierce voice calling out to the female.

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

Kisley blinked at the little girl and gave a light shrug as a response before standing up and walking over to where the girl with such bright blue eyes was standing, looking down at the almost dead broom. "Sure, I do like to play with you but not with that old broom. It's dying. Don't put anymore stress on this poor ol' broom. Since your brothers are preoccupied with playing Quidditch," she said loudly as she looked up, her eyes squinting in the glare of the sun. "We should play tag! I will be It and I am going to chase after you! How does that sound?" She looked back down at the little girl and beamed widely, hoping that the younger would take her up on her suggestion. Janey shrugged and nodded, all ready to run off.

For once, she was glad that someone younger than her would listen to her, compared to her brother at home. Kisely got into a ready stance, her fists poised in front of her chest and her legs spread a feet apart with her left heel up in the air to give her a push to enable her to run. "On my mark of three... Two.. One!" She yelled out excitedly,using the push to run off after the squealing little girl who had purposely gotten a head's start to get the upper hand in this game.   

OTHER
How did you find us? Old user here. LOL. Came back after a long hiatus

[Aries Paladin]

Hey dear! Welcome back—it's wonderful to see you again. <3

Unfortunately, however, we cannot accept your application with Kisley at this age. To explain things: Kisley used to attend Hogwarts several terms ago and made contact with various characters, and in doing that, she's already become part of the site's timeline, so to speak. Out of respect to the players who have interacted with her, and to keep things from getting muddled by having Kisley return at the same age she was as when you took your hiatus, we'll have to ask that you age her up if you'd like to continue roleplaying her in Elsewhere.

As you had her as 12/Third Year in 40-41, that'd be to be 16/17, I believe. I don't know her exact birth year, so if that's 17 or older, she'd also need to be resubmitted as an adult character, with Elsewhere's adult application. (Feel free to just repost it in this thread!)

Once you do that, we can get you all set up and running.

Thank you! <3

—'ries

[Kisley Takeda]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Kisley Takeda
Gender: Female
Age: 16/17
Blood Status: Halfblood

Education: 
Hogwarts-Gryffindor.

Residence:
Chinatown, London

Occupation
None.

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?
No.

Requested Magic Levels:
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 Special Request form here.

• Charms: 10.
• Divination: 5.
• Transfiguration: 9
• Summoning: 9

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.)
Generations before Kisley was born, they had all lived in Chinatown, London the whole time, living and behaving like the Muggles around them. They were magic folks and hailed from Osaka,Japan. The reason why they moved over to the country where the Ministry was located, was unknown. They owned a small provisions shop there which catered to mostly Japanese residing in London. It had expanded since the start of 1930s. Speaking both English and Japanese had never been the problem for the descendants.

With the last generation living in the small apartment above the provisions shop, it only consisted of her parents, her old ailing grandmother, her younger brother and Kisley herself. They wasn't that well off but they could just scrape by with little profits they could have from selling provisions. Kisley was able to go to Hogwarts at the tender age of 11 and she was immensely enjoying it very much. Last two summers, she headed back home and only to see it closed. Because of the war which had been ongoing, her father, Jones, had to close down the provisions shop because of so many reasons that the young twelve-ongoing-thirteen girl couldn't fathom. Her family members were not in sight and then a tall young Japanese young man walked up to her with a note as well as a ticket from her father. It indicated their whereabouts and she decided to join the rest of her family. To meet them, she had to take a train to Normandy, France where the actual war was taking place. She didn't know it was happening there and when she was about to arrive, the train stopped and the Germans was taking over as in hijacking.

To her horror, they started to kill off whoever were British in the train and thanks to her small build and frame, she crouched down in between the space of the seat behind her and in front of her after being told by an old,kind lady to do so who happened to be a magic folk too. A squib, more like it. Even though she was crouching there, she was covered by an old, smelly brown cloth that seemed to be used to cover baskets of fruits and thanks to the help of the old lady, she was able to escape, unscathed by the wrath of the Germans who had now killed every person on this train, not leaving one alive. Except her. Once things had died down on the train, she managed to escape and not without saying a small prayer for the old lady before getting off the train and into the forest. She was unfortunate for sure as once she passed the forest, she was out onto the beach, once more in the middle of the crossfire. Lost and scared, she didn't even knew if her family were alive as she sat behind a large rock that kept her out of sight of every single solider out there.

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.

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: OPTION 2
Snow. It had been a long time since she could last enjoyed it peacefully, without no chaos around her. The white snowflakes floated down so beautifully that the seventeen years old girl couldn't help but to stick out her tongue. Standing right outside Madam Malkin's, the street was abuzz with people, frolicking from one shop to another. Snow could also mean an indication to the start of Christmas break and the day itself. Now all alone with her entire family dead, she had no other choice but to spend the special season alone.

With a soft shaky sigh, she stepped out from the warm shelter of Madam Malkin's entrance, she walked out onto the street, all ready to head to the next stop which was the Gringotts' Bank to retrieve some money to last her the entire winter. She tried not to get into anyone's way or to step on poor children's feet since she was taller and bigger than them, standing at 5 ft 6 inches tall. "Have a good day!", she shouted out to a familiar face at Obscurus Books store before she weaved in and out effortlessly among the huge crowd that was now filling up the street even more.

"Coming through! Coming through!"

That voice snapped her out of her attention from not stepping on and getting in anyone's way, she turned around to see who was shouting that when she spotted a box or many boxes floating midair, above everyone's head. "Crikey.. I better get out of that person's way before he or she crash into me," she muttered under her breath and faced forwards to where the Gringotts' Bank was. As much as she wished to step out of the shouting person's way, she couldn't as there was a group of family huddling together on her left and a huge guy, most likely fat too, standing on her right. Kisley was stuck in the middle with no space in front of her nor at the back. "What shall I do? Apparate? Nah. Better not." She contemplated on what she should do now that the man was getting closer and closer. Not until she heard a disgruntled scream and seeing something sparkling from her eyes' view. "Tinsel.....", she mumbled to herself, cross-eyeing to observe the thing that was hanging down from her head. She then looked down to see if it had completely covered her which it did.

"For Merlin's sake. I'm so sorry. This blasted snow.

Kisley smiled awkwardly as she began to take the tinsel out of her hair despite the giggles and laughter coming from every direction possible. "Nah, it's okay. Snow can just make you slip. No worries. Christmas is coming and everyone should be.. well, enjoying the weather now right? Here you go. Your misplaced tinsel. With glitter. Have a great day, bud." She gave the other an encouraging smile with a small pat on his shoulder before looking into the reflection off the glass window of a nearby shop and continued on her journey to the bank.

OTHER
How did you find us? On a long hiatus before. So I'm back again, for good.

[Aries Paladin]

Looking good, babe! Two tiny things before we can get you over to Elsewhere, though:

Firstly, you used 33 points for Kisley's levels, so if you could just subtract one level from your total, that'd be awesome (you can drop one of those 9s to an 8, for instance).

Secondly, in your RP sample, you say:

before looking into the reflection off the glass window of a nearby shop and continued on her journey to the bank.

In a real thread, it'd be a bit final to say that Kisley left, and wouldn't leave the other player with a lot to respond to—could you please tweak it so that Kisley sticks around? That way, the other player could hypothetically respond to your lovely post.

Thank you! <3

[Kisley Takeda]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Kisley Takeda
Gender: Female.
Age: 16/17.
Blood Status: Half Blood.

Education: 
Hogwarts-Gryffindor.

Residence:
Chinatown, London

Occupation
none.

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?
Nope..

Requested Magic Levels:
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 Special Request form here.

• Charms: 10.
• Divination: 5.
• Transfiguration: 8.
• Summoning: 9.

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.)
Generations before Kisley was born, they had all lived in Chinatown, London the whole time, living and behaving like the Muggles around them. They were magic folks and hailed from Osaka,Japan. The reason why they moved over to the country where the Ministry was located, was unknown. They owned a small provisions shop there which catered to mostly Japanese residing in London. It had expanded since the start of 1930s. Speaking both English and Japanese had never been the problem for the descendants.

With the last generation living in the small apartment above the provisions shop, it only consisted of her parents, her old ailing grandmother, her younger brother and Kisley herself. They wasn't that well off but they could just scrape by with little profits they could have from selling provisions. Kisley was able to go to Hogwarts at the tender age of 11 and she was immensely enjoying it very much. Last two summers, she headed back home and only to see it closed. Because of the war which had been ongoing, her father, Jones, had to close down the provisions shop because of so many reasons that the young twelve-ongoing-thirteen girl couldn't fathom. Her family members were not in sight and then a tall young Japanese young man walked up to her with a note as well as a ticket from her father. It indicated their whereabouts and she decided to join the rest of her family. To meet them, she had to take a train to Normandy, France where the actual war was taking place. She didn't know it was happening there and when she was about to arrive, the train stopped and the Germans was taking over as in hijacking.

To her horror, they started to kill off whoever were British in the train and thanks to her small build and frame, she crouched down in between the space of the seat behind her and in front of her after being told by an old,kind lady to do so who happened to be a magic folk too. A squib, more like it. Even though she was crouching there, she was covered by an old, smelly brown cloth that seemed to be used to cover baskets of fruits and thanks to the help of the old lady, she was able to escape, unscathed by the wrath of the Germans who had now killed every person on this train, not leaving one alive. Except her. Once things had died down on the train, she managed to escape and not without saying a small prayer for the old lady before getting off the train and into the forest. She was unfortunate for sure as once she passed the forest, she was out onto the beach, once more in the middle of the crossfire. Lost and scared, she didn't even knew if her family were alive as she sat behind a large rock that kept her out of sight of every single solider out there.

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.

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: OPTION TWO
Snow. It had been a long time since she could last enjoyed it peacefully, without no chaos around her. The white snowflakes floated down so beautifully that the seventeen years old girl couldn't help but to stick out her tongue. Standing right outside Madam Malkin's, the street was abuzz with people, frolicking from one shop to another. Snow could also mean an indication to the start of Christmas break and the day itself. Now all alone with her entire family dead, she had no other choice but to spend the special season alone.

With a soft shaky sigh, she stepped out from the warm shelter of Madam Malkin's entrance, she walked out onto the street, all ready to head to the next stop which was the Gringotts' Bank to retrieve some money to last her the entire winter. She tried not to get into anyone's way or to step on poor children's feet since she was taller and bigger than them, standing at 5 ft 6 inches tall. "Have a good day!", she shouted out to a familiar face at Obscurus Books store before she weaved in and out effortlessly among the huge crowd that was now filling up the street even more.

"Coming through! Coming through!"

That voice snapped her out of her attention from not stepping on and getting in anyone's way, she turned around to see who was shouting that when she spotted a box or many boxes floating midair, above everyone's head. "Crikey.. I better get out of that person's way before he or she crash into me," she muttered under her breath and faced forwards to where the Gringotts' Bank was. As much as she wished to step out of the shouting person's way, she couldn't as there was a group of family huddling together on her left and a huge guy, most likely fat too, standing on her right. Kisley was stuck in the middle with no space in front of her nor at the back. "What shall I do? Apparate? Nah. Better not." She contemplated on what she should do now that the man was getting closer and closer. Not until she heard a disgruntled scream and seeing something sparkling from her eyes' view. "Tinsel.....", she mumbled to herself, cross-eyeing to observe the thing that was hanging down from her head. She then looked down to see if it had completely covered her which it did.

"For Merlin's sake. I'm so sorry. This blasted snow."

Kisley smiled awkwardly as she began to take the tinsel out of her hair despite the giggles and laughter coming from every direction possible. "Nah, it's okay. Snow can just make you slip. No worries. Christmas is coming and everyone should be.. well, enjoying the weather now right? Here you go. Your misplaced tinsel. With glitter. Have a great day, bud." She gave the other an encouraging smile with a small pat on his shoulder before staring at the scattered tinsel on the grounds. "Perhaps, I should just stay to help you with the mess which is pretty extensive." She chuckled as she looked around her, lumps of tinsel being found on top of a little girl's head and on the door signs' of the nearby shops.


OTHER
How did you find us? On a long hiatus before. So I'm back again, for good.

[Mia Lorelei Kedding]

All set, lovely! Thanks for bearing with us. Accepted—have fun in Elsewhere! <3