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Character Name: Jemima Knightlock
Gender: Female.
Age: Eighteen.
Education: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Residence: With Elizabeth Reinhardt, St. James Park, London.
Occupation:Secretary to Magnus Valentine, Head of Improper Use of Magic Office.
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?None
Requested Magic Levels: • Charms: 8.
• Transfiguration: 8.
• Divination: 8.
• Summoning: 8.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? None.
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Loren MacCallum.
Biography: Being a Knightlock had its advantages. The house, a large, loving family, getting anything you could ever want. There wasn’t anything in the world that you couldn’t get, no place you couldn’t get in. But these privileges came at a cost, restrictions place on every member.
Jemima couldn’t remember a time when decorum didn’t reign supreme in her household. From almost as soon as she learned to walk she was scrutinized, measured against some standard, held aloft as the pinnacle of magical blood. For most it would be oppressive, for her, it was simply life.
And she wasn’t alone in her experiences either. Having so many members of the family living together meant that there was always someone to play with, someone to hold onto when you were unsure of what to do. Elizabeth was her Favorite, and they were the closest of the immediate family. How many hours had they wasted together, talking about all the things teenage girls could think up. And then there was Milford, her ever faithful house elf.
His given name was blinky, or winky, something like that, though Jemima had made him change it as soon as she learned to talk. She was almost sure he actually didn’t mind it now. He was ever present, always willing to listen to her complain, or to just sit and watch her try on her hundreds of outfits. He was there when Lizzie left for school, comforting her as she cried into the night.
He had followed her to Hogwarts, been there thru the upheaval when E turned the family upside down. Indeed he was a good elf.
Now it was time for life, time to become who she wanted to be. And better yet, She gets to do it with E.
SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.It night had just turned dark as She made her way towards the Rose, tantalized at the opportunity to meet her new boss. People bustled about, finishing their last minute shopping needs, or on their way to diner, perhaps a play.
It was a lovely kind of evening, warm yet not muggy, something she did not look forward to in the coming months. She was just about to push open the door when she felt a quick tug on the hem of her dress. Surprised and slightly fearfull that she might have snagged her dress, Jem cautiously looked down to see what had caused it.
Standing beside her was a small girl, who looked no more than five, holding a large yellow poof of fur, that she thought she heard purring.
Jemima was unsure of what to do. She wouldn’t be what anyone called motherly, she could barely take care of herself. Yet here was this small girl, lost and scared, and somehow she felt connected to her.
“Im sorry you are lost.” It was stiff, but at least she was making the effort. “I…. I think I can try to help you.” That was better, more normal. “What is your name…. Dear?”
