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Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: James Laurence | Elsewhere Adult

« Last post by Roisin Byrne on 21/05/2025 at 02:36 »

This application has been approved and moved to Elsewhere Accepted.

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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: James Laurence | Elsewhere Adult

« Last post by Roisin Byrne on 21/05/2025 at 02:35 »

Approved!

Adults & Children / ACCEPTED: Velina Avenlyre | Elsewhere Child

« Last post by Roisin Byrne on 21/05/2025 at 02:22 »

This application has been approved and moved to Elsewhere Accepted.

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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Velina Avenlyre | Elsewhere Child

« Last post by Roisin Byrne on 21/05/2025 at 02:20 »

Approved!

Elsewhere Accepted / Velina Avenlyre | Elsewhere Child

« Last post by Velina Avenlyre on 20/05/2025 at 02:10 »

E L S E W H E R E C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Velina Celestine Avenlyre

Gender: Female

Age: 15 (9 July)

Bloodline:
Muggleborn

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Annabel (Nell) Avenlyre nee Carter - Mother. Muggle. UK Citizen. Not played.
Kazimir (Kaz) Avenlyre - Father. Muggle. Deceased.

Residence:
Devon County, United Kingdom

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
No - N/A

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No - N/A

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Dienne Orellana, Benjamin Orellana Jr., Hollis Thornton, Wyatt McCormick, Sierra Jalson, Benjamin Orellana Sr., Florence Olivewood, Dominic Davies, Matthias Bianchi

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Oh, hi! It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Lina Lyre! Well, my full name is Velina Celestine Avenlyre but everyone just calls me Lina! You definitely should just call me Lina.. after all, we’re friends, right!

But doesn’t “Lina Lyre” just sound so much cooler? I got the idea from a magazine. They say celebrities go by things called “stage names.” Introducing… Lina Lyre! And the crowd goes wild when I walk out on stage, carrying my guitar, looking wicked cool! “Lina Lyre” definitely has a dozen famous albums. She’s the type of superstar who travels the world playing her guitar and telling her story.

I want to be that Lina someday. One day.

Anyways! What were you asking?

Oh! How old am I? I’m… oh, I’m fifteen!

Do I have any family? Yup! My mum! She usually teaches at the community school but she hasn’t been feeling all that well for a little while. So she’s taking a break from work until she feels better. Auntie Rina said it’s fine, that she makes enough money to feed all of us, even though Isolde and I both know her job is the worst. She won’t leave it though! The benefits are too good and her job lets her take mum to the hospital for doctor visits whenever she needs to go. Which we’re really grateful for.

Who’s Isolde? My sister? Oh, no, Isolde’s not my sister! She’s my cousin. We grew up together.

Do I have any siblings? Yes! I’m a twin.

Oh. Haha! His name is Luka.

He… umm.

He passed away a few years ago.

Yeah.

Just before we turned eleven.

Oh, don’t be sorry! It’s alright. It was awhile ago. It’s just me and mum now. We’re doing fine.

My dad?

He… passed away too.

Car accident.

Mum and I… Sorry, can we talk about something else? I’m sorry! No, it’s just me, not you, don’t be sorry!

Woah, did you see that? The lights all just glowed purple! You didn’t see that? Oh my. Well! It wouldn’t be the first time my eyes played tricks on me, hah! Mum teases me that I’m so used to spinning and tumbling around for cheerleading that my brain is constantly dizzy. It’s so dizzy that it sees random stuff all the time, I swear! One time, the girls at school threw me into the air for a cheer drill and I stayed up there for what felt like forever. Almost like I was actually floating! Crazy, right? We all had a good laugh about it later. “Levitating Lina!” They called me. They’re so silly, aren’t they? Magic doesn’t exist! I think we all were just dizzy that day.

… What do you mean “Magic is real” ?

Oh, I see. Mum told you about that crazy birthday letter, didn’t she? She’s the one who told me to forget about it, that it was just junk mail. We were so busy packing up after the funeral that the person who came by in the funny clothes was not funny at all.

Huh. Now that I think about it, I think mum screamed at them to leave.

… Why am I remembering that now? Why…

… Anyways, what were you saying?

Alright, why do you keep wanting to talk about magic with me? I’m too old to believe in fairy tales. Luka was the one who told me Santa and the Easter bunny weren’t real, and we were six. Do you really think I’ll fall for your story at fifteen? Just because mum and I moved back to this country doesn’t mean it’s okay to keep pranking us like this. How did you even find us? Mum didn’t think it was funny then, and I doubt she would now.

Ask her? But she’s sleeping! She’s been having such a hard time, I can’t—

Mum? What are you doing out of bed! Oh! Here, here, sit here. You really shouldn’t be up. The doctor said the medication—
Mum?

Why are you looking at me like that?

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:

Lina stretched in the warm sunlight just like her cat did at home. From the tips of her fingers to her shoulders to every ridge in her spine all the way down her thighs, calves, toes, she stretched. It felt so good to be outside, reaching up with her fingertips to the blue sky as she breathed steadily in then out. Her rib cage expanded with every breath, and released as she exhaled. The teen girl moved through her stretching drills on the picnic blanket she’d laid out on the grass. She pulled one arm over her head, then the other, then bent to touch the ground and inch along her fingers until she laid down into a split.

She propped her head up in her hands and peered out at her surroundings, thinking absently. She had practice several times that week as she and her school teammates prepared for a competition. Then there was the school dance coming up that she needed to iron her dress for so she could look nice in photos for her mum. The tests were coming round again, and she wasn’t sure how much she’d learned about the last chapter…

Three boys zipped across the sky.

Lina’s breath caught.

For a moment, just a moment, the lemon yellow sun illuminating them made her see something else. Someone else. A boy who had her face. Hair that shined gold in the sunlight, but was a reddish brown in the shade. Eyes the color of gray slate with a hint of green that seemed drowned out and colorless in bright light. Her little brother of seventeen minutes.

“Luka.” She whispered his name in that familiar ache. Her chest constricted.

”John, I said wait up!”
And just like that, it was like cold water splashed all over Lina. She straightened out of her split and arched her back, ignoring the tight feeling in her chest by focusing on the burning stretch in her legs.
None of them were Luka. She knew they weren’t.

Lina’s gray eyes opened as she looked up at a small girl with seething blue eyes who seemed to be addressing her. Lina ignored any tone and smiled brightly at the girl.
“Yes?” She half asked, confused. She waddled upwards with her palms until she could stand up on her picnic blanket to properly converse with the girl. “What are we playing?”

It’d only just occurred to her that she’d seen brooms flying in the sky. And that the young girl had a broom herself.

Oh, right. Magic was supposed to be real.

OTHER
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Elsewhere Accepted / James Laurence | Elsewhere Adult

« Last post by James Laurence on 19/05/2025 at 19:17 »

E L S E W H E R E A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: James Alastair Laurence
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons, Class of 1952
The University of Edinburgh, Class of 1956

Residence:
Laurence Castle, West Sussex, England

Occupation:
Duke of Arundel, Head of the Laurence Family

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

Requested Magic Levels:

Fill out the below to tell us how you'd like your points distributed.

Charms: 20
Divination: 10
Transfiguration: 11
Summoning: 15

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:
Benji, Rosalie, Julia

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

Born on May 9, 1934 to William Laurence IV, 18th Duke of Arundel and his wife, Vera St. Allswell, James was the second of three children. A lively, happy and boisterous child from the start, James was the heart of his family. Always coming up with little jokes and stories, he often brought the adults in the family to fits of laughter. He was precocious and intelligent and could often be found in the storage rooms, looking over old family heirlooms, taking them apart and trying to figure out how everything worked. He was incredibly observant and could often be caught hiding behind furniture to try and overhear the adult conversations that went on all around him. James was highly social and loved every party and family event that he was allowed to attend.

At the age of five, he lost his mother to childbirth when his younger sister, Julia, was born. It was a heavy blow, but while his brother, Edward, spiraled into bouts of rages, James instead shut down, preferring to keep to himself and his room amongst his toys and the imaginary friends he created for himself. He was tutored privately with his brother, but once Edward was sent away to school, little James often accompanied his father to meetings at the Ministry to listen and learn. It was here, beginning at the age of nine that James began to understand the intricacies and delicate dance that politics and social settings required. He'd watched his father in admiration as he twisted and turned the men around him to his will, with seemingly no effort.

At the age of eleven, James joined his elder brother at Beauxbatons where he thrived in Charms and Dueling. Like his brother, James was popular, though he ran with a different set of more serious students. Here, he threw himself into absorbing everything he could regarding spellwork, incantations and the delicate movements. He made connections throughout the school with his peers from more prestigious European families and solidified them through his good-nature and willingness to offer favors. All in the understanding he would be repaid ten-fold someday when he required it.

Following his time at Beauxbatons, James attended The University of Edinburgh where he double-majored in Ministry Politics and Communications. Here, James reconnected with his more fun-loving and relaxed side, finally allowing himself to enjoy the young social scene. University allowed James to make countless more important connections and relationships that in the coming years would serve him and his family well. After University, James continued working for his brother and father in whatever ways they required, including shady Ministry and Parliamentary deals and other endeavors that aren't quite clear.

Despite his affable and easy-going nature, James can be incredibly cold and ruthless and often shows this side when people aren't swayed by his charm. To put it simply, he is calculating, manipulative and dangerous, hidden by a mask of charm.

On August 25, 1973, James married Amelia Cornish, a young Pureblooded woman from a neighboring noble family. They do not currently have any children.

On February 8, 1974, James ascended to the title of Duke or Arundel upon the sudden death of his older brother Edward.

Roleplay:

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:
James Laurence wasn't a man who moved without intention. He was never hurried, but never idle. He was the sort of man who arrived precisely when he meant to, never a moment late or early, smile already in place.

There was an ease to him, disarming and familiar, like the kind of charm that welcomed him into rooms full of strangers, or made people linger in doorways to hear his next quip. He made people feel seen, known, important. People wanted him in the room; invited him in gladly.

They just didn't realize the cost until he was already smiling at their table.

He was leaving one such just now, the meeting in a quiet room above one of the shops to establish a new business venture. Quiet. Underground. Black market dealings. Small, but lucrative and one he could get the younger boys started on. It was a decent way to introduce them to the world they'd have to learn to thrive in. The world they would serve him and the family in.

He stepped onto the street, pulling his navy blue cloak around his shoulders. It was getting late in the day and he needed to stop at Gringotts before he headed back down to the estate.

When the young woman hit the ground, James didn't flinch, watching her shoe and notes scatter across the cobblestones. His eyes found her with the practiced calm and amusement he always displayed when he had nothing to gain from an interaction. He didn't hesitate, and crouched down immediately before her, offering her his hand. "There you are, Miss," he said, the airs of a gentleman striking through the scolding tuts of those around them.

He helped her to her feet, and with a flick of his wand, her shoe was restored. "A real Cinderella story," he grinned, his eyes twinkling with just the hint of mischief needed to get her on his good side. He knew who she was - and while James didn't make it a habit of indulging the press, a little good public relations never hurt anyone.

"Careful," he said, his eyebrows twitching upward, as he stepped back to resume his business. "There's a fine line between reporting the news and becoming it." James had no intention of doing either. He gave the woman a slight nod and turned, heading back up the streets.

Those goblins owed him and his vault an explanation.

OTHER

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