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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Celadon Cobalt
Gender: Female
Age: (0-16 years only. If your character is 17 or older, please fill out the Elsewhere Adult application instead!) 10
Bloodline:Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Tigerus and Sapphire Jade Cobalt (deceased, not currently played)
Residence:Hogsmeade
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Hoping to be accepted for residence at the Hogsmeade Children's Home
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:None
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Celadon had a happy start to life, not that she remembers most of it now, but it was happy nonetheless.
Her mother, Sapphire Jade, grew up in Hogsmeade and attended Hogwarts
back in the day as she liked to call it, and had a successful career working for the ministry. Sapphire met her future husband and Celadon's father when she was visiting London with friends. They were married within a year and Celadon was born nine months later. Some have called it a whirlwind romance, others have viewed the entire situation with an air of skepticism. Regardless of what stance one takes on the matter, no one could argue that Celadon wasn't loved and cared for. She never wanted for anything, always had enough food in her belly, the best toys to play with, and her parents would tell her the best bed time stories and then sing to her until she would fall asleep. At least that's how Celadon remembered it now looking back on it.
Uncertain if she would posses the same magical qualities that seemed to be inherent in Sapphire's family, Celadon's parents chose to enroll her in a muggle primary school where she completed reception and part of year 1. Unfortunately, that was when tragedy struck the Cobalt household. Tigerus and Sapphire were on a date night while Celadon spent the night at her maternal grandmother's house. She remembered waking up at one point, thinking that she heard voices in the living room, but was too tired to get up and see what was going on, so it wasn't until the next morning that she learned both her parents had died in a car accident.
The next few months were a blur to Celadon. She remembered arguments and debates between her maternal grandmother and her grandparents on her father's side of the family. In the end, her maternal grandmother must have won the debate because Celadon was pulled from muggle school and was forced to begin school
the old fashioned way. Her grandmother told her that a good proper homeschooling was the only acceptable form of education for witches and wizards her age.
Her grandmother was an alright caretaker, she supposed. She wasn't as nice as her parents, but she still loved Celadon in her own way. At least until she got sick. Just before she died, she told Celadon that if she couldn't be homeschooled, then Hogwarts would be a fine alternative, she only wished she could live to see the day that she would get her letter.
Following her grandmother's death, Celadon became a ward of the state, and while she didn't know exactly what that meant, she did know that she would probably be forced into one of those awful orphanages she had heard some of the adults talking about. She could only hope that it would be the one here in Hogsmeade so that she wouldn't be too far away from Hogwarts should she actually receive her letter in a few months when she would finally celebrate her 11th birthday.
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:Celadon sat on a park bench swinging her legs to and fro in front of her as she watched some of the other magical children fly around on their broomsticks.
It's not fair! She thought to herself as she observed them from afar.
I'm almost 11, I should know how to fly by now, or at least be able to use a toy broom like that little girl. But noooo, that's not a game for a proper witch to play. She could almost hear her grandmother's voice in her head.
Turning away from the other children just long enough to cast a cautious glance down the street to the shop her grandmother had entered almost 20 minutes ago now, and hoping that she wouldn't reappear any time soon and would give her more time to enjoy the nice weather. Her grandmother had been coughing terribly for the past few weeks, and was starting to look a little pale. Celadon had asked her many times if she was ok, and her grandmother had insisted that she was fine. But Celadon knew a lie when she heard one. Her grandmother was most definitely not fine. She was sick. Very sick. Especially if she was seeking help outside of Hogsmeade.
Celadon startled when she heard the little girl calling out to her, casting a look around as if the girl could be talking to someone else. "Me?" She pointed to her chest. "But...I don't have a broom. Even if I did I know I couldn't ride it. Do you have a skipping rope? I'm really good at that. Or maybe some jacks or marbles or something?"
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