Markus Lundgren [Elsewhere Adult]

[Ava Adair]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Markus Lundgren
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
Homeschooled

Residence:
Small dingy flat above a muggle pub (London)

Occupation
Unemployed

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:
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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: 7
• Divination: 8
• Transfiguration: 7
• Summoning: 10

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:
Ava Adair, Elin Lundgren, Hanalise Lundgren

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Born in Stockholm, Sweden into an old and influential wizarding family, the oldest of the Lundgren children, Markus had been the black sheep since he could talk.

Though he got on with his four younger sibling most of the time, he was constantly at odds with his parents,  arguing about everything from different ethical and political views to minor things like Markus constantly breaking curfew.

The move to England soon after the beginning of the war did nothing to smooth things over. If anything, it made the fight worse.

Every time his parents tried to shape him into the proper young wizard who would one day take over the (not very legal) family businesses, Markus would disappear, sometimes for days at a time.

One evening, at the end of one of their more heated arguments, his father stated no son of his would act like he was, and if he wanted to stay in the family he should readjust his attitude, which drove Markus to say if this was how family acted he wanted no part in it.

The same night, Markus packed his bags and some cash he had stashed away, left in the early hours of the morning and never looked back, ignoring his parents calls to come home, though he still does write to his oldest sister every once in a while to ease her worry.
Very soon Markus realized the amount of cash he had taken with him would not suffice even for a year, so he began job hunting, which proved harder than he could have imagined. It appears no one wanted to hire an outcast from a country far away with no school record and not a penny to his name.

He had managed to strike up a deal with a muggle pub keeper; in return for doing some work around the pub during the day, he could live in the bedroom above the pub and get one hot meal a day.

Markus is often described as handsome but rather moody. He often flirts with the pubs customers, though nothing serious has come of it. He is rather fond of reading, though it is hard to find the time these days.


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:
Markus weaved his way through the crown, long given up apologizing to every person he bumped into.

That morning he had been sent to go fetch some more supplies for the pub, which involved walking all the way to the other side of London and drag back a big keg of beer. Cursing as yet another stranger nearly shoved him into a lamp post, he heard a cry from nearby.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”

It seemed people were ignoring the lady in disstress, but Markus, being brought up to be a gentleman, could not ignore the plea for help.

After a good minute of being tossed around and fighting against a tide of people rushing off to wherever they were headed, he came upon a lady on the ground, apparently distraught over the fate of her shoes.

It did seem rather trivial an issue to him, though what with living with two women for most of his life he was more than used to it.

He gave the woman a brilliant smile and kneeled down beside her, ignoring the curses of people who found them in their way.

"Hello madam, it seems you are in need of aid. How can I be of assistance?"

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