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Elsewhere Accepted / Maddison Knight
« on: 15/07/2021 at 13:48 »
E L S E W H E R E A D U L T
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Maddison Knight
Gender: Male.
Age: 25, 31 October 1937
Blood Status: Unknown
Education:
1948-1951: Ilvermony – Thunderbird
1951-1953: Hogwarts - Gryffindor
Residence:
London, England
Occupation
Unemployed
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?
Nope
Requested Magic Levels:
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- Charms: 5
- Divination: 5
- Transfiguration: 3
- Summoning: 4
Nope
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Alice Swan, Pandora St Oswald & Charlene Kingston
Biography: (300 words minimum.)
MADDISON KNIGHT
A DAY IN MY LIFE
FIRST DRAFT
A DAY IN MY LIFE
FIRST DRAFT
On October 31st 1937, Children bubbling with excitement raced across the city’s streets, itching to fill their bags with goodies and treats that will make them high on a sugar rush and would thus send their parents into a despair. In the hospital, doctors who believed in such a celebration wore small accessories to hint at it, and hoped to entice the sick children. In the maternity ward, a doctor with a prosthetic zombie bite on his cheek held a newborn baby. The parents gave him the name Maddison, their only request as they said goodbye to the child they had never desired.
“Trick or treat!” children bellowed at the door. A trick indeed was Maddison Knight and off he was ushered into the foster care system.
He looked down at his work and with a harsh sigh, stabbed the page and left fresh cuts of ink across the paragraph. “No, that’s way too dramatic. Come on think, Mads.” The chewed up tip of his pen tapped on his chin a few times before illumination crossed his features and the man returned to his work.
Name’s Maddison Knight, but because my biological parents make stupid ass decisions like giving me away and thinking ‘oh wow giving my boy’s a girl’s name is a fantastic idea!’, just call me Maddox. Yeah, I gave myself that name. Awesome, right?
Here’s my story. Mom and Pops for some reason were like ‘oh ew this guy’s lame’ and tossed me out the window when they saw my face [writer
s note: great metaphor but might review later]. You’d think ‘hey rude this baby’s got a cute face everyone wants to get a bite of that’ which I mean I don’t know actually I’ve never seen myself as a kid but I’m cute as Hell now so pretty sure I was too back then [note: find random cute baby face to add here]. Unfortunately, that ain’t work that way. A few families took me in but apparently I’m “trouble” and “conflicted” so they always brought me back.
Until Vivien and Laurence [note: fictional names or else they’ll kill me]—
A woman’s finger pressed on the sheet where the two written names were. “Vivien and Laurence. Not fictional names,” she said in her thick Russian accent. “Wait, you understand the reference?” The woman just rolled her eyes and smoothed her now smudged finger on his cheek. “Yes, famous couple. Now, you come bed?” Maddison’s head lulled down to his text, one hand continuing his writing while the other gave her a thumbs up. The woman sighed.
So yeah. They adopted me. I suddenly had ten brothers and sisters. There were Happy, Doc, Grumpy, Sneezy, Bashful, Dopey, Sleepy and [note: invent three other names]. They were shit. Parents were shit, too. We were practically free labor on their farm. I actually cleaned shit. It’s disgusting.
Anyway, life changed when I turned nine and suddenly threw shit in my brother’s face without even touching it. Yep, Maddison Knight was a wizard. Got sent to Ilvermony and boy let me tell you I tried my best not to screw it up. First and second years went great but then the third one happened and I realized I didn't care. Did a bunch of shit I shouldn’t have done like you know never listening in class, always pranking everyone, sent a prof at the hospital once but details. Got eventually kicked out for being “trouble” and “conflicted”. Heard those words before.
That summer, my parents sent me to my aunt and uncle in the UK. Apparently, there was another magical school there who would take me. And anyway, I was being shit at cleaning up shit so I guess it was their way of giving me up. Like the other families have done.
So, I’m at Hogwarts. Did my fourth year like a champ. I swear, I’m not bullshiting [note: I really am not]. Then fifth year came and I realized; who gives a shit? I’m crap at magic like I’m crap at the farm. So, I left. Gave up in the middle of my fifth year. Left for a Hogsmeade weekend and never came back. Unsurprisingly, my family didn’t look for me. Like I said, their way of giving me up. So, I lived in the streets, did some couch surfing, did some very illegal stuff [note: scratch that, I don’t think production would like a criminal on tv]. I’m still alive today, that’s what counts. I’m still doing my own thing which is literally anything. I have my band Brainstorm. I play a few gigs here and there, gives me cash while I find something decent. Life’s great, I assure you.
“Maddox, come to bed,” the woman yelled from her room.
“I’m comin’, almost done!”
That’s Nathasha, by the way. I probably won’t ever mention her again. But she’s giving me a place to stay tonight ‘cause I didn’t pay rent at my last place so thought it’d be worth to mention her [note: again, scratch that, production doesn’t want to know you’re broke].
Anyway, yeah. Life’s great.
Maddison threw the pen away and using his fingers as guns, he imagined himself shooting at the draft. He then rushed to the room where the famous Natasha waited for him. “You don’t get it, Nath, I’m writin’ the best tv show you’ll ever see. It features me and—”
The door clicked shut behind him.
Roleplay:
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:
Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.
“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“
Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.
Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.
She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.
Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.
“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.
Roleplay Response:
This was a catastrophe. What a terrible, horrible, hideous turn of events. Maddison, fuming with frustration and frantically panicking on the inside, practically ran around Diagon Alley to find a shop that could sell him what he needed. In less than twenty minutes, a rather shady lunch place offered his band a few galleons to perform on the lunch shift and Maddison who only had a few nickles in his pockets, couldn’t turn the offer down.
But how were they supposed to impress an audience when his bandmate had forgotten the exploding confetti?
Panic overcame the man’s spirit to a point where every shop looked the same and neither sold the element of surprise in their performance. Maddison grew anxious by the second but once his gaze rested upon a red-haired damsel in distress, he was eased of any nauseous feeling. In fact, the burning frustration morphed into something heroic and quickly he ran to the lady’s aid.
“My poor lady, I see your heel is broken! Okay everyone, we’re gonna have to make space here okay the pretty lady needs to get her shoe back.” Had he had his wand with him—which he didn’t because Maddison had a nasty habit of not carrying it along—he would have snapped the shoe back together like it was brand new. Instead, the man extended his arms and legs and walked in circles around the journalist so the crowd couldn’t bother her. He smiled warmly at the red-haired maiden and completely forgot that his band was about to go on stage in about ten minutes and still lacked a singer.
OTHER
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