Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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Name: Niamh Doherty

Birthday:28 June 1957 (or 1956, if put into 7th)

Hometown: Belfast, Northern Ireland

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): preferably 6th, otherwise 7th

Biography:

Niamh Doherty came into this world screaming on a particularly warm summer evening. She was the first, and ultimately, the only child of Clare and Liam Doherty. They lived in a small, but neat home near the children’s hospital off of Falls Road.

However, Niamh does not remember the time when her family was considered “normal”. She was only a year and a half old when Clare died of cancer. Liam’s youngest sister, Kathleen moved in to help with Niamh while he spent his days working in construction. He’d be gone a year and a half later after a work accident. So, all Niamh knew was her life with Auntie Kathleen.

Niamh learned from her Auntie Kathleen to have a thick skin. It was important to have, especially growing up Catholic in Belfast. The world was cruel, it was best to keep your chin up and keep moving. Most importantly, she learned to stand up for herself and what she believed in. She wasn’t to let anyone get in the way of living her life.

The pair managed fairly well, though Niamh spent quite a bit of time being passed around to neighbors after school until Kathleen got home from work. Occasionally, Kathleen would be met with complaints over the strange things that would happen around Niamh. Niamh was always a bit of a handful, fighting (or defending herself, as she would insist), shouting, and sticking her nose where it didn’t belong were Niamh’s specialties. However, some of these accusations just seemed too strange to blame on a little girl.

Kathleen nearly lost it when Mary O’Hara insisted that Niamh was the cause of a lightbulb bursting. How could a child manage such a thing, especially when she wasn’t even touching the lamp?

It’d be a lie to say the pair weren’t shocked by the arrival of Niamh’s Hogwarts letter, but once that passed, certain incidents made much more sense. However, Kathleen was more disturbed by the owl delivering the letter than anything else.

“Do I have to go?” was what Niamh asked after they processed her acceptance into the magical school. She liked her home and living with Auntie Kathleen. She didn’t want to leave Belfast or her friends behind to go to some boarding school who-knows-where. It was met with a stern look that sent her off to her room (with a groan of annoyance) to start packing.

As tensions in Belfast escalated, Niamh worried for her aunt. Returning to Hogwarts became a fight at the beginning of each new term. Niamh always insisted that she’d be better off at home, where she belonged. In the end, the result was always the same: she’d be on the Hogwarts Express sulking as she was brought back to Hogwarts.

Hogwarts wasn’t all bad, but school was not her cup of tea. She’s counting down the days until she graduates so that she can do exactly as she pleases. What will that entail? Well, she hasn’t quite figured that out just yet.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request: I’ll leave it up to fate

Personality:
Niamh does not care what other people think of her. She believes she knows best, for better or worse, and has no qualms about voicing her opinion whether it is wanted or not. Most of the time, she just wants to have a good time. Thick-skinned, she doesn’t hesitate to defend herself with words or fists, whatever the situation calls for. While it is not always reflected in her academics, Niamh works hard for what she wants and will do whatever she can to get her way. She can be surprisingly sentimental and has a shoebox full of mementos and pictures stashed under her bed.

Appearance:
Niamh is petite, standing at 5’2. Her brown hair has a slight wave and is cut just above her shoulders. In her daily life, she rarely does more than run a brush through it. Light freckles wash over her face, particularly on the bridge of her nose. Her blue-grey eyes are sharp and clear, always observing what’s happening around her. Her aunt’s tight budget doesn’t allow for an extensive wardrobe, so she’s often wearing basic, but well-loved clothes. She has a love for knitted jumpers.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Roleplay Response:

Niamh was laying on her stomach in a grassy patch of the garden, flipping lazily through a magazine. She was trying to mind her business and enjoy the nice weather. Trying. It was difficult, though, when Hugh came trampling through the plants shouting for his stupid rat. So much for a bit of peace.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust as the boy wiped his nose on his sleeve.

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Niamh snorted. He was one to talk about manners.

"Well, it’s not polite to stomp all over the flowers. 'Sides, it’s not as if you're keeping a low profile,” she retorted. It was hard not to stare at such a spectacle. Niamh couldn’t blame the rat for running off.

She wasn't even sure why Hugh was looking so hard for his rat. It didn't seem to her that he liked it all that much given his tone. Niamh looked him up and down once more. After taking in the pitiful sight before her she let out an annoyed sigh.

"If I help you find your rat, will you leave me in peace?"

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