E L S E W H E R E C H I L D
CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Lottie Eden
Gender: Female
Age: Fifteen. 13, August 1958.
Bloodline:Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Piper Eden (previously played, now retired.) Sebastian Bexley (NPC)
Residence: Previously New York, New York. As of Summer 1973: London, England.
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:Serena and Co.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)“Your honor.
I never asked to be here. But, you know, one thing leads to another and here we are. Here I am. Oh, and I don’t mean
here. In this dusty crusty - er-
perfectly lovely courtroom, but here in the greater sense, you know
here in the world or–
I guess I ought to start from the beginning because Mr. Stiffsuit said it’ll help.
I was born, but never wanted. Here but never quite belonging. I’m sure you hear it all the time, and I’m not saying it because I want pity or anything I just thought I’d start from the beginning.
My mother was born here in New York. She wasn’t wanted either. Or maybe she was and her parents –my grandparents– just died and there was no one to take over. I don’t know, we don’t talk much. But the point is, my mom grew up roaming and then she moved to London and she never stopped roaming and then she came back here and
kept roaming –I think that’s the only thing she ever passed down to me, that restless wanderlust– and I’m not saying she’s a bad person but she never wanted me, not really, not even for a second.
Sorry, I just need a drink, thank you.
But as indifferent as she was to me, she
hated my dad. He was –is– powerful, ruthless. He was as much of a mistake as I was, which is why she came back to New York when I was just a baby, to get away from him.
I know that now, with my mom locked up, that you have to decide what’s best for my wellbeing.
And I guess that’s where I’m here to tell you. I’ve taken care of myself for a long
long time. I can get on just fine. I have friends here. Teachers. Resources, and I am
resourceful. Taking me away from the only home I’ve known would be the worst decision.
Because even if I was never meant to be here, this is my home.”
After a brief break, the judge returned. He nudged his briefcase deeper beside his desk and cleared his throat.
“The court has determined that it is in the best interest of the child, Lottie Eden, for custody to be awarded to her father, Sebastian Bexley in London, England.”
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:Lottie frowned. The little town was a bit too perfect. It was like an illusion. Like at the slightest nudge it would
pop and the cracks would show through the sugared-lemon sunlight, revealing the bitter cheek-pinching tartness beneath.
She missed the city and all the cracks it proudly showed off without shame. At least she knew what she was getting there. Here? She didn’t even know.
Settling into the grass, she’d just pulled out one of her new school books, thumbing through it. It looked like it was just about the same level as her previous school. Still it was bound to be different and–
“Huh?” What had the little girl said? “No I have no idea where your mother is, are you lost?”
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