Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Allison Harper Stevens
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Blood Status: Halfblood but basically Muggleborn

Education:  Hogwarts

Residence: Hogsmeade

Occupation: undecided

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: 11
• Divination: 7
• Transfiguration:5
• Summoning: 9

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Clara 'n' co

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
From the beginning, it was Ally and Adri against the world. Born five minutes apart, that was the only five minutes they weren't together and despite they're obvious differences, they got along like a house on fire.

In her parents own words, Allison was untameable, a wild spirit. Even at that young age, she was Difficult with a capital D and it was because of this that Melissa and Henry Stevens enrolling their feisty daughter in as many sports as possible in the hopes it would calm her fiery temper and never ending energy.

(It didn't work, but Ally did develop a love for sports)

When Allison was 9, her parents died. Her and Adrian had gone out to play on the street with some friends (well Ally had, she'd dragged Adri along and he'd just kind of sat there reading) and in their absence, a freak fire had caught alight, burning her parents alive. Maybe her childhood wasn't that normal.

Allison was sent to her grandmother's. All the way in England.

Ally had never handled her own emotions well, and so dealt with it in her typical fashion. Badly. Her wild temper grew even more out of control, liable to violence, screaming and shouting, and then the next second sobbing. Only Adrian could get her to calm down, and that wasn't ideal considering he himself was hardly in a good place mentally, often in no fit state to do so.

Consolation came only in the form of a letter from a mysterious school telling her that she was a witch, and Adrian a wizard, revealing to them that Melissa Stevens had actually been a squib.

Hogwarts Ally loved. So many new things and so many new people, it was heaven. Sure an empty hole still lingered, a place in her heart where Melissa and Henry Stevens would remain immortal, and sure she hadn't (and even now hasn't fully) gotten over an irrational fear of losing people, but it was an adventure and an escape and it was what she had needed.

Unsurprisingly, Ally was sorted into Gryffindor, and unsurprisingly to everyone but her, Adri was not. He was sorted into slytherin, which he took to like a fish to water, but that really angered Allison and most notably in her first year she spent a great deal of time complaining to the teachers about how it was a mistake. It was, had always been, Ally and Adri, and how could it be Ally and Adri with them in two different houses?

Allison spent a lot of time in detention. She couldn't seem to help it, she talked back, played pranks, flirting especially when it was innapropriate and broke every rule. Still, it was as clear to everyone that out of the Stevens, Allison was the light, Adrian the dark. Allison was the fire, Adrian the ice. The teachers came to respect Ally to be a good person at heart, even if she was a notoriously difficult student.

As the years went on, Allison made many a friend, and just as many an enemy. Blood purism was a new thing for her and she rose up against it in true Ally fashion. Allison was proud of her muggle(ish) heritage, and she'd make sure everyone goddamn knew it.

Fourth year started out a bit of a bummer, with the death of her grandmother in the holidays fresh on her mind, but her friends and Adrian (because it didn't matter what he did, they were still Ally and Adri and they'd do anything for each other) helped her through it and she moved on with her life, even if she would occasionally miss grammy.

Allison never became prefect or head girl, and lets be honest, if her name had even been mentioned in the same sentence as those titles, at least one teacher would've quit. In fact, Ally didn't even get the opportunity. Following the end of her sixth year, Adrian was expelled for practicing dark arts. Allison was absolutely livid, but not at her twin as everyone expected, but at the staff.

"It's not like he hurt anyone, or that he was even trying to! This is completely ridiculous."

Obviously Allison complained. A lot. But nothing she said made a difference and so, stubborn and angry, Allison left with him. They moved back to America, their home, and enrolled in Ilvermorny, where she was almost put in wampus, but ended up in thunderbird.

Irritatingly, Adrian still wasn't put in the same house. In fact, he too almost went into wampus, possibly even worse in Ally's eyes, only to be put in horned serpent.

Still, Allison did alright in her NEWTs, with Os in magical defence/DADA and Muggle Studies, and EEs in Herbology and Transfiguration, although in all honesty this was mostly because Adri had helped her in the weeks leading up to the exams.

Upon graduating, Ally didn't immediately leave in America. In fact she stayed, thinking she'd be able to reconnect with her roots. But in the months that followed, Allison soon realised that at the end of the day, England and Hogwarts were her home really. And so, now she's finally coming back.

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:

It had been almost two years since Allison had wandered the streets of Diagon Alley. It hadn't changed much though, it was still Diagon Alley, there were still (mostly) the same shops, and it was still just as chaotic.

As per usual, Ally was certain she couldn't take on step without bumping into someone or stepping on their toes, and as per usual moving even in a group of two was futile.

"Oi! Adri! Where the devil did you go?"

Even Allison's louder than loud voice seemed barely audible over the thrum of overlapping conversation and Adrian remained well and truly not next to her. Dammit. A little irritated now, Ally pushed past a particularly obnoxious pair of twittering ladies a few years older than her, past some old guy who leered creepily at her, past a mother and her screaming three year old( the former of which sent her a look of thinly veiled annoyance), but still no Adrian.

Seriously? They'd only just returned from America, and she'd already met an obstacle.

Allison was just about to call it a day and apparate back to the flat when she heard a shout amongst the general ruckus. And not just any shout, a call for help.

Well Ally could hardly just ignore that, could she? That went against everything she stood for! Albeit, even more so out in the real world it seemed that very few people cared what she stood for, but still! And so, a new goal in mind, she turned her head in search of the source. It wasn't hard. There were only so many (one) women with broken heels in the middle of diagon alley.

"Here, c'mon," Allison offered the redhead a hand and a kind smile. "You're gonna get trampled down there, lets go fix it somewhere else."

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