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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Philippa Pearl Haddock
Gender: Female
Age: 12Bloodline:Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): NPCs
Residence:Windemere, Cumbria
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:Bracken Thomas, Scotty Flickinger
Biography: (100 words minimum.)In the foothills of Cumbria there is a place known as The Rumbling Valley. Around this lowlands the hills are sharp and tall and help keep it hidden from muggles. The valley is so low that passing magic in the air gets trapped there. Many unique flora and fauna have developed in The Rumbling Valley over time, and purple stormclouds are frequent in the sky. Their thunder shakes the earth so deeply that the valley was named after it. This is where Pippa Haddock grew up.
Her family has maintained a prosperous farm here for generations and understands how to work the unique landscape. They cultivate different plants for sale to apothecaries and woods for wandmakers, having gained fame for the potent white nightshade that grows in the trellises of the gardens.
The third child of five and one of a dozen cousins, Pippa thrived in her environment. Just not in the ways she was expected to. Even though daily duties were less than what her father had tackled back in his youth, she always approached hers at a much slower pace with such wide eyes for everything around her. Discipline had little effect, and eventually the middle child was accepted for the dawdler that she is.
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:"Oh sweet Janey," the girl composed herself after the escape of an infant gasp. The stroke on her canvas isssss different than she'd meant thanks to this unexpected intervention by the cosmos, and for the next moment she carefully admires the development. Kaleidoscope prism turned...terrestrial? Paradigm shift, isn't that the word?
Janey Hurst, such a ball of glaring orange energy.
"See those flowers?" On the edge of the park lawn grows tendrils of a weed that's no good for wildflowers - but is pretty of its own accord in these early months when tiny purple stars bloom on the vine. And when the bees come? Oh!
"How pretty are they, hm? Would you pick one for me?"OTHERHow did you find us? Recommendation
