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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Lip Gray Baker
Gender: Male
Age: 12 - 7 June 1955 Bloodline: Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Lewis and Lucy Baker (npc)
Residence:Birmingham, 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:Bailey & Co.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)The Baker children are here as part of a routine checkup per the Magical Youth Welfare. Parents are Lewis and Lucy Baker, both temporarily unemployed halfbloods. Family has been receiving services for eleven years next month. Attendance has had a participation rate of 78%. Children are presenting as malnourished, unkept, and showing signs of medical neglect. Born in Birmingham, MYW were called for each birth, and thus our role in care.
The names and ages are as follows: Ty Red Baker, sixteen, currently at Hogwarts. Merr Plum Baker, fifteen, currently at Hogwarts. Kit Green Baker, fourteen, currently at Hogwarts. Opie Black Baker, thirteen, currently at Hogwarts. Lip Grey Baker and Bear Grey Baker, identical twins are twelve, currently at Hogwarts. Children spend most of the summer break at Camp Loki or the Birmingham's Home for Children. They are required to stay at Hogwarts during the holidays to ensure they're cared for properly.
Lip acts like a big brother though he's anything but. Hardly responsible for himself, let alone anyone else. He's close with all of his siblings, but closest with his twin and with Opie. He looks to the eldest two brothers for guidance, and Ty is the father figure they never had. A burden that Lip wouldn't wish upon anyone except his brother because he's good at it.
A class clown, the boy has a mouth on him and uses it inappropriately. Lip likes to be around crowds but doesn't have many people he calls a friend. The Baker kids depend on each other, and no one else. Not really. They all do anything to make a quick buck and make sure they are taken care of.
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:Another typical day in the lives of the Baker children.
Laughing, jumping, and running around were staple activities of the boys. Merr and Ty needed to steal some supplies for term, and keeping the younger ones close gave them an opportunity. The twins were trained almost expertly for the best of distractions, and it showed when it came to their gleeful demeanors when the kids basked in their victories.
But that day was different.
The sun was shining, and the boys wanted to mess about in the park.
After wrestling around for a bit, the two eldest boys stepped to the nearest bench for a smoke. But the other four rolled around in the grass, throwing elbows and shoving one another all in good fun. The warm weather raised their spirits immensely and home troubles were the furthest from Lip’s mind. The goofy, lopsided grin reflected the loss of worries and he focused on the day ahead.
A sharp, shrill voice caught his attention, and from the ground, he tilted his head upwards to see who it belonged to. Hand rested above his eyebrow, trying to shield the sun away from his eyesight. “Oi! You talkin’ to me?” OTHERHow did you find us?
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