Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Alan Richard Noble
Gender: Male
Age: 25 years old
Blood Status: Halfblood

Education:
Hogwarts

Residence:
London, England in a small flat to himself with his Cat “Mimi”

Occupation
Ministry: Auror

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?
The Ministry

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: C10
• Divination: D6
• Transfiguration: T7
• Summoning: S9

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:
Elphias Randolph

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Alan Richard Noble was born to an English Pureblood Father and Muggle-born mother in Barnet, London. Born into a wizarding family, Alan was no stranger to magic due to early exposure at a young age. Alans Parents Alison and Frederick were considered hard-working multi-taskers working in the Ministry together left usually spent more time working than their son leading the boy to visit his Grandmother Deidre often or 'Nan' for short. Nan became virtually his second mother, knowing more about him than his parents. Alan never had a chance to meet his grandfather as he passed before he was born. Whenever Alan came to visit his Nans bakery, she often told stories of her late husband, explaining how his grandfather had a passion for Alchemy which sparked an interest in potions. Apart from listening to stories, Alan often helped his Nan run a small bakery in Barnet, regularly teaching the young lad to bake and necessary skills like manning the till while she works.

As an only child, Alan grew up with very few people around him caused him to express an interest to go into a muggle school to fill that void of the quiet life he lives. Alan attended and at first was thrilled with the differences between Muggle and Wizarding worlds, fascinated by how these people lived without magic. Still, that fantasy quickly shattered within that same year. Over the years, isolated from his peers and singled out by the older children, they made it a hobby to pick on the below averaged sized Alan. Throughout his early childhood education, the bullying seemed relentless; teaching himself to plan and avoid such engagements overall was an awful experience for young Alan caused him to develop Enochlophobia ( A fear of crowds). This phobia proved troublesome for the rest of his muggle school life, becoming overly cautious and anxious when walking through crowds.

Alan was glad to leave the muggle school once and, after receiving his letter dropping out under the guise, he was transferring to a new school. On his first ride aboard the Hogwarts Express, Alan was still left sore from Muggle School, fearing things would not change though he proved himself wrong when jumping into a compartment with his best friend and future wife, Grace Edwards. Although Alan, sceptical at first, fearing that Grace was just another bully tugging on his gullibility, became fast friends. Although separated between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw houses, they were still close, backing each other whenever they were vulnerable.

During his tenure, Like a bird, Alan slowly taught himself how to fly. The encouragement of his peers supporting his endeavour to overcome the adversity that was his anxiety issues. His tenure in Hogwarts had its ups and downs, but despite the hardship, he overcame it with hard work and dedication.

Few years after leaving school, the pair Grace and Alan tied the knot. Seemingly a loving relationship, it all fell apart rapidly due to miscommunication, lack of interest, and overall rushed relationship leading to a divorce and an interest in others.  The marriage barely lasted a year.

Alone with his Russian blue cat Mimi and a low perspective of the world he lives in due to his divorce. Alan moved into a small flat in London with a room to himself and all his possessions in one space living a routine working at the Ministry as an Auror while working part-time as a baker on the side.

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:
Alan Noble never liked crowds. Unfortunately, it was a daily occurrence head to overcome on the day today.  Lunchtime considered a quiet time, as he didn't feel the need to walk out and take a break; the shakey nervous man was in a rush, didn't, missing his alarm clock, he didn't have enough time to prepare for a meal.   

After five minutes of hyping himself with a pep talk in the lavatory mirror, he finally got up to go outside. Alan found him bustling through the narrow Diagon Alley, bumping into people left and right, whispering apologies to the feet of disgruntled people he stepped on while shuffling through the large crowd.

Suffocated in the crowd, Alan made for the sidewalk to seek refuge and take a breather from the rushing people, assumingly grabbing the same meals they have grabbed on the regular nine to five. 

Brushing and readjusting his coat, taking a deep breath, his anxiety built from excusing himself multiple times as he was conscious of how he walked and presented himself, with the idea of being an average functioning adult is an impossible task.

As rows of heads passed by, plucking out the red-headed lady in the middle, demanding time to question people for an article piece or something for the prophet. Alan couldn't quite make out what she was on about due to the loud crowd, chatting and in a hurry to grab a bite to eat.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” at Amelia's words, Alan sprung into action, the crowd frantically dodging past the woman's cries for help bothered him. Although the sight of large crowds left him anxious, he was an expert at wading through crowds due to his consciousness of how he moved.

The Redhaired woman wasn't hard to miss; picking up her shoe off the ground, he kneeled with a nervous grin offering his hand out to lift her from the ground. "I-I-I do-do b-b-b-b-believe t-this is yours, M-M-Miss", he stuttered out his speech impediment never seeming to have left him since Hogwarts as he held out the shoe.

"P-pe-perhaps if you w-wo-would allow me, I-I-I can g-ge-get you out of this crowd" He inspected Amelia for scratches or any kind of injury, waiting for the redheads' permission.


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