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Elsewhere Accepted / The Aetherius || Shop Permit
« on: 12/09/2018 at 12:44 »
SHOPKEEPER PERMIT

Shop name: The Aetherius
Shop Type: Pagan witchcraft shop/Psychic centre + PI Office
Location: Diagon Alley
Subforum? Yes! Purchased with Gringotts points and approved by Calypso Ross on 11/5/18

Short Description (50 words max): The leading supplier of tarot cards, herbs, crystals, and all the materials needed for traditional witchcraft. The top floor doubles as a place for psychic readings, and a PI office.
Long Description (200 words min): The Aetherius is situated roughly along the middle of Diagon Alley, set between two other shops. The building is tall and thin, extending several metres above the other shops in Diagon Alley, with multiple windows set in the white-washed façade. An aluminium pentacle hangs between the two sloping sides of the gable, at the very top of the building's façade.

A perpetually-burning bushel of white sage hangs over the entrance,  and cleanses any entering witch or wizard. The interior itself is well-lit; the exposed brick walls and high white-painted ceilings bounce the sunlight around the space and create a bright, welcoming interior. The floor is in a state of organised chaos, with numerous surfaces placed haphazardly around the space and covered in items. There is a corner dedicated to crystals of all colours, shapes and sizes; one wall is completely covered in various dreamcatchers and other spiritual symbols. Different decks of tarot cards find their home on a bookshelf in the corner, and in front of the window lies a display case full of bushels of herbs. But this is only a sliver of the items that The Aetherius stocks.

At the very back of the room, a wrought-iron spiral staircase ascends to the top floor of the building, where the floor is curiously empty, save for a rectangular table with several sets of chairs. This room is dimly lit, and a single oil burner distributes the scent of peppermint around the room. This is where Tessa conducts her medium-sessions; where she communes with spirits and reads tarot, amongst other services someone might require.

A small office is set off to the side, partitioned off by a set of wooden panels, and this space serves as Tessa's office-- the place where she keeps files on her cases and findings. Anyone who has not been given permission by Tessa to enter will not be able to find the entrance.

What purpose will this shop serve other than selling things and being the home of your character? Why would people want to RP there just for fun?

When I conceptualised the Aetherius, I wanted to provide a place where traditional/ritual witchcraft supplies could be bought as no such place existed on the site as of yet. I also conceptualised the shop as a place where Tessa could conduct various psychic readings and continue her work as a PI, opening the avenue for thread opportunities.

I think the shop might be a fun place for characters to get lost in, especially if they're into ritualistic witchcraft, and I'd love to explore this avenue of magic more with other characters. The Social Reconstruction Committee and/or Hogwarts Students might find worth in the apprenticeships that Tessa's willing to offer; and there will most likely be a close line of communication between the Auror Department at the Ministry of Magic and Tessa (given her PI work).

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Archived Applications / Tessa Anderssen || Occult Magic Professor Application
« on: 04/04/2018 at 22:54 »
 

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Tessa Anderssen
Face Claim: Lynn Gunn

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Hel and Co.

Character age: 25; born on March 15, 1928.

Character education: Ilvermorny; class of 1947.

Applying for: Occult Magic - Other Elective

Strengths: Resilient, humble, and incredibly hardworking. Once she has an idea in her head, she'll either see it fail or come to fruition; which can be both a boon and an anchor. She's a problem solver through and through, and can always see multiple sides to a problem/event. Musically talented.

Weaknesses: She's a self-described introvert, and can get very withdrawn. Her close work with spirits renders her vulnerable to their influence, resulting in increased susceptibility to weakness, illness and depression. Pushes the bounds with authority.

Physical description: Tessa is immediately recognisable by her platinum blonde hair, coloured dark brown at the roots, and hazel eyes. She has a lean, athletic build (thanks to her extensive training at MACUSA's auror office), and stands at 5'7" (1.7m). Her right nostril is pierced with a silver ring, and her earlobes are stretched. Tessa sports multiple tattoos, and they can be found on her forearms, ribs, and behind her left ear. Black clothing is a staple in her wardrobe.

Personality: Quiet at first, Tessa is one to open gradually, and as a result her introversion can come off as being aloof or distant. She's amiable in company, and can carry a conversation perfectly well provided that she has enough quiet time to process it afterwards.

She's not so much a party person, and prefers quiet reading, or tending to her plants, or quiet conversations with close friends. Her pro-sociality hinges very much on the company she mixes herself with, and how close she is to them.

Her work as an auror in the US has ensured she's become an intelligent, creative thinker; something which shows in her willingness to solve puzzles and her creativity.

(Refer also to Strengths and Weaknesses for points on personality.)

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: Since graduating Ilvermorny and working in MACUSA's auror office, it's become more and more apparent to Tessa that the darker side to magic is hardly explored in school curriculums, except in defense towards it.

She maintains the belief that a deeper understanding of dark magic, especially the unconscious subversive work of negative spirits and ghosts are paramount to a healthy magical education-- she believes there is a wealth of knowledge ready to be used for one's purposes in a variety of magical fields.

She wishes to provide an education in the field of occult magic; where students will learn about all things spooky and how to use them to their advantages. The classes will cover a variety of magical and non-magical fields, such as the use of herbs, powders, incenses and tinctures; astrology and spiritualism, runic magic and divination, and aspects of necromancy.

Biography:
Dark ash from a smoked cigar was strewn across the living room, just where she was facing. yes, there, over the burnished wood and onto the windowsill. The smell of it lingered in the air. If Tessa closed her eyes and raised her hands, she could feel the remaining vibrations of life leave the room. 

There were fingertips smudged on the broken glass, impressions left frozen in time. deep; defined; they were pressed in a panic. Much like the rest of the room, Tessa could feel the echoes of a presence haunting around it, pulling her attention from one side of the room to the other.

And even further along, minuscule chips of glass embedded in the panelled wall. forced into the wood by explosive force; bombarda or reducto. Tessa's fingers mapped the nocks and relief when her mind stood elsewhere.

Tessa's partner ambled uneasily by the door.

"We need to leave, Tessa," he said, and looked out past the front door-- 3 and a half thousand years blown open, and barely hanging onto the rusted hinges, "This wasn't part of the assignment."

"Relax, Josef," she said, and moved back over towards the windowsill. the temperature drops; the tourmaline hums. this part of the room resonates loudest. "We'll only be here another moment."

"What are you even doing?" Josef was impatient; his voice flecked through with dark anxiety. Tessa was not surprised-- even No-Majs were susceptible to spirits.

"Someone was murdered here," Tessa said, and stood back to watch the evidence laid out in front of her. he had been smoking; tried to escape through the window when the prosecutors knocked at his door; blown it open when the glass didn't break. There was no need for a trial.

"Murdered?" Josef sounded incredulous, "This house has stood empty for a couple of thousand years, Tess. You know there's rumours of it being haunted?"

Tessa smirked, and turned back to the panelled wall with a smirk. "Wouldn't surprise me," She said.

The curtains fluttered, then, and the piece of tourmaline in Tessa's pocket glowed warm. She breathed in through her nose, released through her mouth.

Josef faced the empty road outside the house and a ghost emerged from behind the moulding curtains.

He was young, barely twenty, and he looked like Tessa's father. Fair blonde hair turned silver, a slight build and distinct Scandinavian features. There was a cigar in his hand; rope friction around his throat. The ghost hovered by the window, and Tessa felt a deep cold seeping into her body.

"Say," Josef turned back and the ghost melted into the wall, "Didn't you say this house was raided during the Salem Witch Trials?"

Tessa turned away from the window. Cold energy lingered around her spine, but the tourmaline offset it slightly, and left her bones just warm enough to feel like her own.

It was time to leave.

"Let's go," she said, and Josef exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Thank God," he said, and lead out through the decimated front door, "I was beginning to feel like we were being watched."

Tessa turned in the doorjamb. Willard Andersen was already standing by the window, watching.

"I'll find out who murdered you," she vowed to him; to the only Andersen who was never born as one, "I'll bring you peace."

Willard Andersen tipped his head, and the tourmaline in her pocket hummed until the closing of her palm stilled it.

His eyes were on her long after she'd left the house.


Tessa,

I hope this letter finds you well, and not too beaten up. Mom still hasn't recovered from the last time, so I'd love to report back that you're in one piece.

Things have been hectic since you left, but that probably doesn't come as a surprise.

I found Aunt Linn's old books up where you'd hid them in the attic. Does it surprise you that the herbs and flowers between those pages still haven't wilted? I spent the entire day paging through them-- I never understood why you'd been so drawn to the whole spirits and ghosts and spooky deal, but I do now. Can that owl of yours carry them all? I'll send them to you.

Mom's taken a page out of your book and redecorated the garden to grow her own plants-- she's got succulents on nearly every windowsill in the house. I think it's making dad a little stir-crazy, but he still has his library, so he barely complains. Plus, I catch him sitting outside by the sunflowers all the time, so it's not all that bad.

Dot's getting bigger and bigger by the day, and the doctors are telling us the twins appear to be right on schedule. She complains a lot more that she knows she's carrying two babies instead of one-- you should see her waddling around the yard. She's adorable, Tessa; I really wish you could see her.

I'm so proud of her, and of myself, and of you.

Who would have thought all those years ago that those two little kids from a small town in Massachusetts would grow up to be so cool? I won’t lie and say that hearing about everything that went down at that school of yours was easy-- but that's in the past now. When I look at Dot, or at our unborn sons, it feels magical. That's enough for me.

Write back soon, baby sister. Tell me about all the spooky things England is serving up for you.

Love, always,

Brad

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely. 

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

Tessa Anderssen needed no form of spiritual connection to know that her tardiness was to make the very worst impression on Headmistress Ivanova-- but there was still hoping the crystals around her neck and fingers would concentrate enough positive cosmic input to salvage the afternoon.

[ green aventurine on the fingers for confidence and optimism; turquoise on the throat for increased clarity of expression ]

Her boots clacked along the stone floor, ringed fingers tucked hair messily behind the ears. Hogwarts' halls were dreaded and unfamiliar; hallways ended abruptly, staircases moved whilst she was halfway up, portraits whispered as she walked past.

There was so much spiritual energy contained between the walls-- far more than Ilvermorny. It made sense, of course, because Hogwarts was one of the oldest magical schools on the globe. The tourmaline sitting at the base of her sternum vibrated so often that Tessa ached to leave the meeting and connect to the castle's energy instead.

But she was already late. Best not to tempt the spirits even further. She did not know their kind.

Headmistress Ivanova turned as soon as Tessa entered.

[ tense. the turned back indicates confidence but hides true intention. environment emphasises strength. she knows there is a power imbalance here. ]

 
"You are late."

"Yes, Headmistress," said Tessa, and closed the door behind her. She twisted Aunt Linn's agate ring around her finger. "But if I may consider the way those staircases moved, I'd say the castle almost wanted me to be late."

[ divert; divide; conquer. three twists of blue lace agate to bolster goodwill. ]

"Shall we discuss the position?"



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Elsewhere Accepted / Tessa Anderssen || Elsewhere Adult
« on: 24/03/2018 at 11:33 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Tessa Anderssen
FC: Lynn Gunn
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Blood Status: Muggleborn

Education:  
Ilvermorny; class of '46. Horned Serpent House.

Residence: 
Her permanent residence is in Boston, Massachusettes. Her temporary residence whilst in Britain, however, is a small studio apartment in Oxford.

Occupation
Private Investigator (+ prospective Hogwarts Professor)

Previously:Auror; MACUSA.

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?
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 7
  • Divination: 10
  • Transfiguration: 6[/i]
  • Summoning: 9

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Not Applicable.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Helen Kane, Thijs Marchen, Adeline de Vauquelin

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Dark ash from a smoked cigar was strewn across the living room, just where she was facing. yes, there, over the burnished wood and onto the windowsill. The smell of it lingered in the air. If Tessa closed her eyes and splayed her fingers, she could feel the remaining vibrations of life linger the room. 

There were fingertips smudged on the broken glass, impressions left frozen in time. deep; defined; they were pressed in a panic. Much like the rest of the room, Tessa could feel the echoes of a presence haunting around it, pulling her attention from one side of the room to the other.

And even further along, minuscule chips of glass embedded in the panelled wall. forced into the wood by explosive force; bombarda or reducto. Tessa's fingers mapped the nocks and relief when her mind stood elsewhere.

Tessa's partner ambled uneasily by the door.

"We need to leave, Tessa," he said, and looked out past the front door-- 3 and a half thousand years blown open, and barely hanging onto the rusted hinges, "This wasn't part of the assignment."

"Relax, Josef," she said, and moved back over towards the windowsill. the temperature drops; the tourmaline hums. this part of the room resonates loudest. "We'll only be here another moment."

"What are you even doing?" Josef was impatient; his voice flecked through with dark anxiety. Tessa was not surprised-- even No-Majs were susceptible to spirits.

"Someone was murdered here," Tessa said, and stood back to watch the evidence laid out in front of her. he had been smoking; tried to escape through the window when the prosecutors knocked at his door; blown it open when the glass didn't break. There was no need for a trial.

"Murdered?" Josef sounded incredulous, "This house has stood empty for a couple of thousand years, Tess. You know there's rumours of it being haunted?"

Tessa smirked, and turned back to the panelled wall with a smirk. "Wouldn't surprise me," She said.

The curtains fluttered, then, and the piece of tourmaline in Tessa's pocket glowed warm. She breathed in through her nose, released through her mouth.

Josef faced the empty road outside the house and a ghost emerged from behind the moulding curtains.

He was young, barely twenty, and he looked like Tessa's father. Fair blonde hair turned silver, a slight build and distinct Scandinavian features. There was a cigar in his hand; rope friction around his throat. The ghost hovered by the window, and Tessa felt a deep cold seeping into her body.

"Say," Josef turned back and the ghost melted into the wall, "Didn't you say this house was raided during the Salem Witch Trials?"

Tessa turned away from the window. Cold energy lingered around her spine, but the tourmaline offset it slightly, and left her bones just warm enough to feel like her own.

It was time to leave.

"Let's go," she said, and Josef exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Thank God," he said, and lead out through the decimated front door, "I was beginning to feel like we were being watched."

Tessa turned in the doorjamb. The ghost was already standing by the window, watching.

"I'll find out who murdered you," she vowed to him; to the only Anderssen who was never born as one, "I'll bring you peace."

Willard Anderssen tipped his head, and the tourmaline in her pocket hummed until the closing of her palm stilled it.

His eyes were on her long after she'd left the house.

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 downhill.

"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:

footprints left in a haste; weighed by something large. recent.

Even at Christmas, three thousand miles removed from home, Tessa felt the urge to slip back into aged rhythms.

But she was not working, and the man in front of her was not a suspect, and there was no grieving family thirsting anxious for justice. There were no ghosts haunting her today; no crystals in her pockets necessary. Nothing but a grey sky, and bodies excited for Christmas.

The holiday itself was far from her mind; she was occupied, rather, by the shopping list written hastily on the palm of her hand. white sage; dried. rosemary; dried. ginseng and mint leaves for tea.

Somehow, she ended in front of the man she'd been tailing, and what followed was merely the universe's predestined course.

He slid, and yelped, and the box of tinsel hit the ground at such an angle that Tessa, backed up tight in the throng of people, felt herself promptly collided into and covered in tinsel.

He muttered a litany of curses and apologies (saint christopher; turned twice in the palm and pressed between thumb and forefinger) and Tessa turned to face him. Her smile stood apologetic, already apprehending the emotions he would turn onto her when this collision was predestined, and a mere inconvenience at best.

"Oh, it's alright," she said, and pressed the hand she's blessed with Saint Christopher to his shoulder, "It's nothing. Won't you let me give you a hand?"

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