Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Genesis Rose Bennet
Gender: Female
Age: 30 - 14 February, 1932
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Hogwarts

Residence:
Kensington

Occupation
Apothecary/Potioneer

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?
No current plans, aside from working in either St. Mungo's, Diagon Alley, or Hogsmeade.

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Exceptional Levels special request form here.

• Charms: 9
• Divination: 4
• Transfiguration: 10
• Summoning: 9

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No, thanks.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Calyx Elfman

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Those who best knew Genesis would have described her, not as arrogant exactly, but as having a very certain concept of her own worth. When she'd walked the corridors of Hogwarts with a superior grace and poise, head held high, the statuesque beauty behaved as though she were above her peers only in the most literal sense of physical stature. That she had occasionally been late for curfew due to insisting the bronze eagle door knocker give her a more challenging riddle had more to do with mental exercise than with pride. A quintessential Ravenclaw, Genesis delighted in learning and took in with seeming ease not only what was offered on a scholastic platter, but astute observations of her classmates, professors, and surroundings. It wasn't a greater intelligence; it was perhaps greater curiosity, coupled with the fact that it was expected of her. The high-born Bennets were simply trained from infancy to notice details, to observe and absorb.

She could have been arranged in a high society marriage. It was expected of her class. Anticipated even, as she bloomed into a lovely young woman. And yet the eldest Bennet daughter remained untouched, and virtually untouchable, as a pristine marble sculpture in a museum might be admired but not attained by a private collector. On top of that, it was said the lady worked in some menial capacity. Potions and the like. Rumors circulated that perhaps the Bennet family had fallen on hard times in the decade since her graduation. And yet they still attended social functions and dressed in the finest modern trends. Even Genesis deigned to make an appearance when requested. Well, it was true that the Bennets had their odd habits and pursuits. Unnecessarily prolonged education was one. Dedicated polymaths, the lot of them, but it was forgivable as familial idiosyncrasies went. And it was also said Genesis went to great lengths to research and find the very best ingredients for potions. Who wouldn't want that at one's disposal, were one in need of a healer?

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

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:
Snowflakes kissed her cheeks and eyelashes as she stepped outside. Genesis loved the winter. Such a time of contrasts, it always enlivened her. The hush of falling snow and the bustling of shopping and carolers; the snug warmth of her fur-lined cloak and kid gloves, and the crisp wind teasing at her hair and skirts; the warmth of the hot toddy she'd just imbibed heating her belly, throat, and tongue, and the air passing her lips and nostrils like steam from a dragon's breath as she exhaled into the frigid air.

Juxtapositions so fascinated and delighted her. Even though the cobblestoned street of the Alley was hectic and congested, Genesis couldn't resist indulging herself:  for a moment she slackened her pace and, shifting somewhat out of foot traffic's way, closed her eyes. She raised her face skyward, drowning out the din of voices to focus on the sensuous bliss that was icy, geometric perfection dusting her cheeks before melting against her --

She'd miscalculated. A jolt of surprise; air knocked from her lungs; then slush and sludge permeating her clothes. Pain followed.

"For Merlin's sake!" came a querulous voice just behind her. "Indeed," she remarked in annoyance. Genesis sat up with a wince, mellow demeanor as bruised as the rest of her. Her house elf, Minty, had just taken pains to launder all this. Genesis hated to see such efforts wasted. So unnecessary.

"I am so sorry," the accidental assailant continued, climbing to his feet. "This blasted snow!"

Genesis pressed her lips together to stall what would surely have been too hasty a reply; something along the lines of ungraciously pointing out that the inanimate snow offended her far less than one being too hasty and unmindful to keep one's feet. She stood, moving slowly to ascertain any true injury. Finding none upon reaching her full height of five-feet-and-ten, Genesis regarding the wizard fully. Old, and anxious. With... tinsel? Noting the parcels he carried were labeled for Mungo's, she signed inwardly and elected not to tell him off.

"Pray don't mention it."

Alright, her tone was gruff. She didn't approve of feigned cheer where she felt none. Her tailbone throbbed, and with her clothing wet and dirty, now she was cold. Genesis drew her wand to deal with the worst of it, then used it to help the old man regather his tinsel. "I take it you're short on time? Then you'll have my assistance."

It wasn't an offer. She would be accompanying the wizard to the hospital. With a potentially damaged coccyx, it was the necessary destination anyway.

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