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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Hollis Thornton
Gender: Male
Age: 26 (1965-1966) [4 October 1939]
Blood Status: Pureblood
Education: Homeschooled | <1947
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry | 1947-1949 | Ravenclaw
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft & Wizardry | 1949-1953 | Thunderbird. Alumni.
Ph.D. in Sociology
Residence:Currently Residential London
Occupation:Sociologist
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?Ministry of Magic - Department of International Magical Cooperation
Requested Magic Levels:
- Charms: 10
- Divination: 5
- Transfiguration: 10
- Summoning: 7
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:Dienne Orellana, Benjamin Orellana Jr.
Biography: (300 words minimum.)Hollis Thornton was born on the unlucky day of October 4th. Like unlucky number 13, the number 4 was viewed with superstitious dread from his South Korea based parents. Born the only son of the Thornton family, his parents would end up struggling to provide him a sibling to continue the Thornton legacy. His family had been dwindling generation by generation, until it was simply him, his parents, and a far distance relation who lived in the U.S. Despite being born on a perceived unlucky day, Hollis was a loving, warm, friendly, and generous child from the beginning. Inquisitive and social, Hollis always strove to make friends wherever he was, whether that was neighborhood friends or the old grandmothers and grandfathers in the community. He was homeschooled up until his parents migrated from South Korea to the U.K. to enroll him in Hogwarts.
Hollis came in as a strange student to Hogwarts: he from a completely different culture, transferring in his second year, and not at all in tune with British way of doing things. Not one to back down from a challenge, Hollis spent his days and nights striving to fit in and learn all he could about how to live with his peers within Hogwarts walls. Hollis was just as friendly a student as he had been a child. He'd taken on bumbling through Quidditch, and fought to involve himself albeit shallowly in any activity or event available. While not necessarily good at school work, Hollis pushed to befriend as many people as possible and be perceived as someone fun to be around.
Tragedy struck at the summer before his fourth year at Hogwarts. Teenage rebellion had set in for the boy who had been raised in a tightly traditional, close minded family. His parents had urged him to focus more on his studies rather than his friends, and he'd argued intensely, culminating into a shouting session with his father, and Hollis storming out of their deteriorating manor. He'd return to his home, destroyed, and his parents, gone from his life. His neighbors would tell him it was an accident, nay an attack, nay a divined act from God. He was hard pressed to remember what happened in that time, still unclear on what exactly the authorities had told him.
Hollis was packed away to live with his great-uncle from his mother's side in the suburbs of Massachusetts, USA. Numb with loss, and unable to bond with the hard-of-sympathy ancient lizard that was his great uncle, Hollis was enrolled at Ilvermorny to finish up his magical schooling. He sunk even further into friends, fun, and learning, taking more and more of an interest in the culture around him to understand how the people around him behaved.
After he graduated and his great-uncle bequeathed him the last bit of inheritance from the Thornton line, it was easy to see what path he would go down: study sociology, and ingrain himself in the lives of the communities around him, to understand how they lived. Some part of it was because he genuinely was interested in lives and loves lost. The part hidden to Hollis, that consumed his soul and hid in the shadows of his heart, was the part that kept him on the outside, looking in. Staring through the glass at all the happiness around him, and not sure if he'd be happy like the ones inside, if he'd be worthy of it.
Hollis wiled away getting a Doctorate while offering his services as a hands on researcher for MACUSA. His objectives were to be sent everywhere and anywhere, gain information of the society and culture living there presently, and report back any political or trade relevant information. He's moved from place to place for months on end, became adept at apparating and using the Floo network, and enmassing 'friends' wherever he went to keep in touch.
Currently, he can be found back in London and the U.K., joining the Department of International Magical Cooperation in hopes of being sent everywhere to continue field research. Hollis is still trying to find himself in all the places he visits, but gives everyone he meets his full loving attention to make sure they remember him.
Roleplay: Option Two -The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.
And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.
Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.
"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.
"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.
"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.
Roleplay Response:Hollis breathed into his gloves hands, pressing the warm air to his pale cheeks as he meandered his way up Diagon Alley. His stomach was deliciously full from the large order he'd partaken in from the pub. Fantastic stew with perfectly crusty bread, paired with a generous beer, and foodie Hollis Thornton was satisfied. He was on a leisure stroll today, as he tended to be every day, leaving the solitary confines of his tiny studio apartment to seek the activity of the Alley and its surrounding partners.
Thoughts of his latest report outlining the financial gains of investing in improving global trade routes for horklump juice flitted in and out of the cheery man's mind, as he took in the latest window displays across the shops and for all intent, appearing as a tourist seeing the sights. The Apothecary shop may warrant a visit to discuss their opinion on his report, so he could incorporate any good feedback. Perhaps he'd ought to dip into the local bakery to purchase persuasions so the shopkeeper would complain more to Hollis on what other items were getting harder to procure.
Faintly, he could hear some noise over the crowded alley, as he turned to note the latest books available at Blackwood Books. Snow peppered his dark hair and dotted his shoulders, making the wool heavy and damp, but Hollis paid it no mind. The book looked fascinating, but he'd have to wait for his next paycheck to make the decision, or see if a friend recommended it to him.
Turning away from the window, Hollis continued his leisurely crunching up the Alley. Yards later, having taken a second look at a well dressed brunette inside one of the stores, Hollis was suddenly beset by body, box, and tinsel.
"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!"Stumbling, Hollis caught himself on his knees in the wet snow. Already the elderly man who had tumbled into him was on his feet again, apologizing. Hollis turned and stood, brushing damp snow from legs. "Not a problem!" Hollis offered, smiling warmly at the man, dark eyes creasing characterstically at the edges in a secondary smile. He reached out a cajoling hand. "Truly, not an issue. Are you alright, sir?" Hollis grinned, picking at the tinsel draped over his shoulders, gesturing at the fallen box. "Do you need some help carrying that?"
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