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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Wyatt Alan McCormick
Gender: Male
Age: (Summer 1967) 8 [30 Nov 1958]
Bloodline: Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Bailey and Serena McCormick, both played
Residence: McCormick Croft, just outside of Godric's Hollow
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)? No
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: Dienne Orellana, Benjamin Orellana Jr., Hollis Thornton, Sierra Jalson
Biography: (100 words minimum.)You know his family. You know the love they share amongst eachother. You know the moments they've laughed together, the moments they've cried, when they've argued, when they've joined hands and committed to being strong together.
And you know Wyatt, truly. Wyatt Alan McCormick. It's never been a mystery. How could Wyatt have been a mystery, when he's squeezed tightly to his mum's hand for as long as he can remember, clung to the legs of his brothers, been cared for by Lily and teased by Cherry? When he's been swung around and around their home, letting out peals of laughter to make the smiles of his family and friends that much bigger? When his imagination has made him jump through whole worlds and brought him across dimensions on adventures dangerous and thrilling, and when he's wanted to share those worlds with all the people he loves?
Wyatt has always been a sweet, clingy, playful child. Shy at first to strangers, Wyatt warms up quickly, always willing to be pulled into a game or an adventure. Most of his siblings are away at school now, and his little sister is a little too little, so Wyatt has made a great game of keeping himself entertained at home to make sure he doesn't bother his mum. He's sought out conquering dragons in the treehouse, watched armies march in the raindrops on windows, and solved heinous crimes with his stuffed animals. The picture in Wyatt's world is constantly bright: full of whales flying in the sky, golden clouds, mirrored horizons on water. Wyatt is a sweet child and views the world in a positive lens, hopeful for how much change and adventure could be right outside the door, just waiting for him to take the leap. And someday, sooner than anyone might expect, he
will.
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:Wyatt looked up into the sky at the shouting boys flying overhead. He stood, hands on hips, squinting up at their silhouettes. He raised a hand, making an L-shape with his thumb and forefinger, tracking their progress across the sky. "The spy is super fast now that he's been shrunken tiny, but the three soldiers are fast on his tail--" Wyatt was muttering to himself, eyes alight, fixed in his imagination. The picture he painted so vividly in his head traced the tiny snitch--an ally spy caught in enemy fields, made itty bitty from taking the wrong pill--fleeing from the pursuit of three enemy soldiers who were given strict orders to not let anyone, big or small, escape past the border by penalty of
no dessert.
"But wait!" Wyatt cried to himself, flashing his fingers down to bring his focus onto the small girl tugging the broom along. "The messenger comes with, uhh, a message!
Let them go says their king,
stop your pursuit! But the messenger arrives too late and the soldiers are ambushed..!"
Wyatt's smile was wide and broad as he lowered his arm, just as the girl hopped off her broom and turned flashing blue eyes on him.
"You!" He giggled at the sharp bark.
Wyatt would never turn down an offer to play.
What if this was a special mission for
him now? To play with the messenger, this girl, and maybe rope her into the special world he was crafting in this park?
"Sure!" He cried, rushing up to her with a beaming smile. He stuck out his hand for a shake, realized it was still shaped like an L, shook his fingers free and offered it again, palm out. "I'm Wyatt, not
you, silly! What do you have in mind?"
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