Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Guillaume Cossé-Brissac

Birthday: July 30th, 1936

Hometown: Godric's Hollow

Bloodline:
Registered as Pureblood, but is Halfblood.

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): Fourth | Third

Biography:
Guillaume has been born and bred on the good life. The Cossé-Brissac lineage dates to centuries ago, and ever since they have been part  of the proud French pureblood aristocracy.Even at his childhood, the boy knew his future was already laid out for him: he graduate from Beauxbatons and would work somewhere his father deemed fit, marry somebody whom his family choosed and whom he would never love, and then maybe have a bunch of kids whom would undergo the same process.

Unlike his sister, he did not rebel against this hold, and unlike his brother, he did not stand passive at it. He was the third of four siblings, and the bohemian one - if a premeditated future was the price to pay, why not? And yet, why play the whole holier-than-thou his brother seemed to like so much, when he himself was not the heir? So Guillaume reveled in the luxury his name gave him. He had always been mom favorite anyway - preening her own keen senses for the finer arts with the knowledge at least one of her offspring was an artist.

That why it seemed so unfair for him to be stripped bare from at of it. Because, in the end, Guillaume was a bastard.

It came as vile surprise, an embust, this wretched knowledge. They had just arrived at home for the summer holidays when he was called to his not-father's office. Guillaume had no idea how this had come to surface, but he hated his mom for not lying better. Months of pure hell at home, before they decided to send him away, to live with an relative he had not seem more than two times his entire life - the scandal of this should never come to the public, so he would keep the name and receive a meager allowance till he graduated.

And now, here he is: At Hogwarts. Poor and disowned.

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

House Request:Slytherin.

Personality: Guillaume can look like the stereotypical rich boy. Probably because he is. Spoiled and arrogant, sometimes his manners can be abhorrent - not to say he can be rather temperamental, and prone to fits of anger. He's very, very short of being a bully sometimes, to be honest. And yet, if he's consider you a friend - a real friend, that is - you will never find a fiercer protector - to the point of being overbearing, he don't really know the meaning of 'too much' and 'personal space'. Part of it is because he can't stand being alone.

His grades at Beauxbatons have been mediocre, at best - not much because of a intellectual lack and more because he prioritized his social interactions over hours of study. But the boy has a way with words that may prove useful. Guillaume has more than mildly distaste for sports, and prefers to die before being forced to play Quidditch.

His love life barely has started, but already show itself troublesome - recently, he has fallen in love with his best friend Jean, a boy he has known since before they could walk and talk. Between awakard scapades and fumbling kisses, Guillaume lives with the fear of his family discovered them - even now, when they have been separed for good.

Appearance:He is proud to call himself handsome - he has inherit all his mother good traits, after all. Hair of a dark blond paired with green eyes and unmarred clear skin. Guillaume is growing fast and can be supposes he will be rather tall if his current 5'4" are anything of a clue.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.

Guillaume hummed quiet while walking to the dorms, chewing bits of an apple he has managed to smuggle out of the great hall - a shine red thing that looked so out of place in the midst of the endless green the house he has been put seems to prefer. Regardless, he had snatched it before someone had the chance.

He still hadn't come to terms with attending Hogwarts - for him, Beauxbatons would always be superior. Better. Greater. But beggars can't be choosers, and he supposes this place cannot be so bad. Or at least he hopes it.

"H-h-hello?" He stopped after hearing the childish voice, musing. He was in a dark spot, so maybe the girl hadn't seen him yet - but he has sure he recognized the little brat from somewhere. Aside this, it was clear she wasn't from Slytherin - or else she would not be scared as doe in the middle of the dungeons.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?" Guillaume couldn't contain a smile after this - ah, yes, other veterans have told him about this small prank some firsties from their rival house would receive. Emma Birch, humph! He could either scare the live out of the brat, or just send her scurrying back to her own dorm - unfortunaly, today he was not in the mood for playing.

"Lost something here?" His tone was ironical.
→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Bentinho Marques

How did you find us?:Reccomendation

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Bento Marques, but disguised as: Benito Mazzola
Gender: Male
Age: Thirty-five || Birthday: October 31, 1914
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
- Castelobruxo -  The school of Magic and Witchcraft of the South American Continent
 - Somewhat "private" education in the Dark Arts.
- Briefly attended a muggle Arts College

Residence:
An apartment, in London.

Occupation:
None - yet. Maybe a teacher in the next term.

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: 10
• Summoning: 7

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
I don't wish to be approved as a group.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
I don't have any other character(s)

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
    Bento had always been a lone wolf.
    Not that he was one of those sad, quiet, tedious individuals - oh no, from a young age he'd discovered he had a knack for disarming people with words and smiles. He had an artistic soul, too - something he shared with the woman he came closest to love: Norra Garda. But still, there was something wrong with the Marques' youngest son.
He was angry, uncontrollable, wicked. The total opposite of his older brother - Vicente. Noble, friendly Vicente who would be capable of everything for his little brother, who protected his ideals and his family until his last effort. So blinded by his idea of ​​goodness that he could not see the monster that both his father and brother were. Because the patriarch of the family was nothing but a scoundrel.
College vacation was for many years his worst torture - and date of his worst acts, too. without the watchful eyes of the teachers, he allied himself with the worst possible wizards, eagerly pursuing the path of the dark arts. Lust, gold and power became his religion and philosophy.
    Then in 1931, there was the accident. The curse that would send him into the darkness once and for all. And he hated Vincent too, because even in that situation his brother had not abandoned him. He left, leaving behind his homeland, his family, his memories. He traveled through the world, always founding himself in the dens of evil.
    He had only heard of the death of his brother and sister-in-law two years after the event - which plunged him into a deep depression. He returned to Brazil, intending to offer his condolences, but finding a much more complex situation than that - the Tupiniquim movement, which his brother was a member, had suffered serious reprisals from the government. The country entered a dictatorship and all the rebels and revolutionaries were mysteriously disappearing. A name he hoped he would never hear again reappeared from the shadows one more time - taking advantage of the chaos and fear to finally take revenge on his family. Could Vicente and Morgana have been murdered? After months of unanswered and intense searching, Bento heard about the niece he had never seen before in his life: Elizabeth.
    A whispered name, perhaps not so randomly, in the wind. Followed by the call of evil, threatened by just existing. He locate the man who had managed to deport her from the country moments before he was killed.
     The little he knew about the girl: she was a young witch, at eleven years old, and was living with some of her mother's family in Europe. At least Bento knew that Morgana was English.
     Packing again, Bento began his mission - save the girl, and send Sebastiana back to the pit of hell from which she should never have left. But a wolf is always a wolf - can he become a better person, or will he stay deep down on the darkness?

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 -
   Bento was beginning to feel a slight irritation. After so many years, I had forgotten how Diagon Alley could be exhausting and overcrowded. And that damned snow!
   He had arrived in London less than a week, under the name of Benito Mazzola - he was not sure if some of the problems he had in the city in the past would still count, but ... Safety is never too much. He rented a small apartment in London and wore discreet clothing - but of good quality. Money had never been a problem, either in the wizarding world or in the muggle one. He was grateful for his poker face still being as good as in the past - the lies coming out of his mouth with an almost sugary tone. In that short time, he had conquered a mild trust from his neighbors - what could they suspect of an unfortunate man fleeing the war? And then, when the good citizens turned their eyes to the other side, he would sneak up to Knockturn Alley - meeting old friends.
Something fell on his back and nape, he took his hand to his neck - gathering some of it.     Was it ... Tinsel? With glitter?
A low growl began to form in his chest.
"Control yourself, you beast." He told himself. Turning  to the man still on the floor, Bento gave his best smile.
"It was nothing, sir." He held out his hand. "Diagon Alley can ruin anyone's nerves. Want some help?"
   
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