Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

[ooc note:  adjusted to remove incorrect years in education; miscalculated age]



CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name:  Hollis Thornton
Gender:  Male
Age:  26 (1965-1966) [4 October 1939]
Blood Status:  Pureblood

Education:
Homeschooled | < 2nd
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry | 2nd - 3rd year | Ravenclaw
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft & Wizardry | 4th - Alumni | Thunderbird.
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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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name:  Benjamin Orellana Jr.

Gender:  Male

Age: 13-14 (1965-1966) [January 5, 1952]

Bloodline:  Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Father is Benjamin Orellana Sr.
Mother is Ninon Orellana nee Dubois.
Both are currently not played characters.

Residence:
Chelsea, London, 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:
Dienne Orellana

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Benji is full of chaos, action, and movement.  Since a young age, he's been the impulsive hothead of his siblings, leading them like lambs to slaughter in whatever chaos he was creating.  His little sister, Dienne, may have made sure to steer Benji and Judi in a responsible, respectable manner so the Orellana siblings wouldn't get ejected from whatever playdate they were at, but Benji has always been the ringleader of adventure for whatever crew he's been running.  Judi may be a future cruel dictator, but Benji will rule the world one day.  Benji grew up as the oldest child of Benjamin Sr., a wizard, and Ninon Orellana, a Muggle.  He had a happy, untraumatic childhood, and knew he was a wizard from a very young age.  There were only so many times a bloke could levitate a table or explode a kitchen sink when he lost his temper before the hint sunk in.  How his twisted, lying personality grew from the loving embrace of his parents and family is anyone's guess, but it's the drive to do more and become great that trumps any temptation to be true.

Benji has relished his magic, and his involvement with the magical world.  His constant mission is grow his hustle.  Beneath the friendly, charismatic demeanour, the endless dares and arrogant humor, lies a wicked boy who will do anything, try anything, to get what he needs done.  He has been the despot in Muggle primary school, ruining school lives of those that would dare bully his little sister.  He has spread lies, rumors, and gossip, ranging from completely harmless and extremely painful, to watch his chess pieces fall across the board.  Studying at Hogwarts during the school year, Slytherin house is a match made in heaven for him.  Benji Orellana is on a quest to get what he wants and will make use of anyone in order to build his army to do it.

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:

"You're slower than a pigeon, man!  It's called flying, not floating!"  Benji Orellana cried, laughing far too loudly as he zoomed ahead of the other two boys on their broomsticks, the snitch they were chasing just a flicker of gold in the yellow sunlight.  Benji had been flying on brooms since he could walk, so deeply seated in his blood was love of flight.  Regularly soaking in the pride and joy of his Quidditch coach father didn't hurt a bit either, especially when he'd been gifted a hand-me-down well-functioning broom just that summer as an award for passing his second year at Hogwarts.  Flying circles around these kids just kept stroking the hot blood and confidence of this dark-haired, dark-eye boy.

"John, I said wait up!" came a squeal from a small scrap of being on the ground below them.

"Mate, your sister is like a loud little piglet.  Oink oink," Benji smirked at John, intentionally trying to rile the other boy up.  Looking down at Dienne sitting on a bench absently sewing, and his other sister playing in the sandbox, Benji pulled hard on his broom to loop back and slow closer to the ground to check on the squealing small girl.  He was getting bored of chasing the tiny snitch anyway when the competition was so sad anyway.  The girl looked to be barking at a random person, and Benji couldn't resisting gliding over to stir up the pot.

"I wouldn't if I were you, bud," Benji drawled at the person Janey was addressing.  He twiddled his fingers smugly at little Janey.  "Janey here likes to cheat a ton, don'tcha Janey?"  His dark eyes glimmered wickedly behind his raised eyebrows.

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