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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Amelia Beatrice Audley
Gender: Female
Age: 8
Bloodline: Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Standford and Charlotte Audley (NPCs)
Residence: Oxford, 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:Arianrhod Medraut, Cedric Galyn, Idris Medraut, Ysbail Kedding, Calliope Nightingale, Arthur MacLaren, Wesley Winsday
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Amelia Beatrice Audley was born on a very ordinary day in spring of 1930 -- a March day, late, nothing special. And Amelia herself was really nothing special either. She wasn't ugly, nor was she pretty, and she wasn't exceptionally bright, nor was she slow. She did everything properly, exactly when it was meant to be done from growing to walking to learning to read. Her father was nice to her, her mother sometimes doted (but not too much, as was proper), and she took on her role as the youngest with precisely the attitude she was supposed to adopt.
She was, quite simply, the baby of the family.
The last cookie on the plate was hers. It was Amelia's turn first to choose a radio programme. She alone had rights to the little swing in the garden -- if you wanted to use it, it was Amelia you asked for permission. And of course, she expected to have her sandwiches made for her and her hair done in plaits or ponytails every morning, and heaven forbid you should ask her to carry her own bag. She was far too little to be burdened with such adult tasks.
When Amelia was three, it was discovered that she really was exceptionally good at one thing -- stubbornness. Once the littlest Audley had made up her mind about something, it was neither hell nor heaven could move her, and it became her favorite pastime to see how long it would take for her parents or the nanny to give in. Amanda was harder to sway, but that only meant a challenge. The only person on earth who could ever hold a prayer against Amelia's immovable pout was her eldest half-brother, Lyndon, and that was only when she felt like letting him win (or so she believed).
It was when she was no older than four that she'd done something very naughty (and even now, no one quite remembers what) and then lied about it. Being only four years of age and not especially clever, she was quickly found out and Mummy gave her quite the talking to about being honest. It was one of the few times Mummy put it upon herself to deal with the discipline and not the nanny, so the tiny girl listened very closely. Mummy, she was told, wished for her had girls to be fine, upstanding young ladies. And fine, upstanding young ladies were always truthful, she said.
Always.
Well.
It was a lesson she never forgot. After that day, Amelia was honest about everything. She spoke her mind how she really felt and gave very honest opinions about anything and everything. She was truthful about how much she hated the mittens she received for Christmas, and she was also honest about not being sorry for saying so. She informed the tutor that really needed breath mint, and thought it prudent to ask that the nanny wear her hair down instead pulled back like that because it honestly made her look like a turkey.
And, because she was the youngest, the behavior was only moderately discouraged.
Roleplay Response:If Lyndy were here, she wouldn't have to sit and watch. He'd let her ride his broom. Eh, silly boys with their silly broomsticks. It didn't even look all that fun anyway.
All she had was this stupid jump rope.
Mummy took them to Hogsmeade for the day -- why, she had no idea. Scotland was cold and boring, and that school looked drafty. Not like Beauxbatons, where she'd attend school. Beauxbatons was a palace of beautiful French design, with pretty blue uniforms. But Mummy wanted to look at some jewelry shop, so there they were, in the countryside, with the nanny.
(Awful woman, and Amelia had told her as much.)
"You!"Amelia looked up and found a girl even smaller than her looking up her with eyes that looked like an owl's.
"You shouldn't look at me so hard, your eyes look too big for your head," the youngest Audley told her matter-of-factly.
"...Do you want to play?"She examined the broom with judgmental eyes. "But that's not a very good broomstick. I wouldn't want to ride it."
OTHERHow did you find us?
"Point Me."
