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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Zavier Wickham
Gender: Male
Age: 15. 13 July 1954
Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Franklin and Darlene Wickham
Residence: Bristol
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?N/A - Can his Subbie be Hogwarts Student?
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:Lily and Co
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Zavier Wickham hailed from a well-to-do family with a distinctive pedigree and
bloop de bleep blop blehf. He didn’t care about any of that shit. All he cared about was the fact that they had enough money to get him whatever he wanted and, more importantly, enough power to bail him out of whatever mess he (--often–) got himself into.
Oh, he was rich and spoiled and lazy and he
knew it. But he was a guy of simple tastes. He liked his cigarettes and parties and girls. Learning was
boring and what did he really need an education for anyway? He could have his cigarettes and parties and girls without being smart anyway.
Foster could claim he was ugly as cat ass all he wanted. It surely didn’t slow him down in
any department. He had a collage of stick and poke tatts from pretty girls to prove it. Were they horrible? Yes. Did he care? No.
Now that Zavier was getting a little older, his parents were trying their best to instill some form of responsibility in him.
But
hah, good luck with that
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:Zavier did not
want to take his brothers to the park. He had much more important things to be doing, but
nooo. His parents wanted them to explore the area. It was a beautiful day, or so they say. But he didn't see anything particularly special about it.
Brats screaming at each other. Hot sun ruining a good shirt. Nosy mothers watching the boys like a hawk, as if they'd be interested in their grungy children.
A shame, a good day wasted.
Z was pouting about it when a small child ran up to them. Fossie boy opened his mouth, volunteering
him to play with it.
"Eh, why not," Zavier said, hunching down to pick up a stick. He tossed it and it spun impressively through the air, if he did say so himself.
"Fetch."
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