Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Rory Charles Kedding
Gender: Male.
Age: 37 – February 25, 1935

Education: 
Hogwarts Graduate, Class of 1952, Gryffindor House.

Community Applying To:
Hogsmeade.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
None.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (example St Mungo's, Children's Home, the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
No. 

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
  Rory’s life has not been a particularly easy one.  He was the only child born to Richard and Alice Kedding, both of whom were healers at St. Mungo’s.  His parents, being busy with work much of the time, were rarely home.  Rory found himself constantly tended by nannies, many of whom were harsh and borderline abusive.  But he came out of it with a good head and, most importantly, a good heart.

His parents’ absence impressed on him one thing; the need to have a loving, kind relationship with his family.  He wanted to be there for his children as often as his parents were away from him.  But his parents devotion to work and their job was admirable.  Rory felt the need to be a provider for his family.  He knew he wanted to work hard enough that his wife would be able to stay home with their children.  And, oh, how he loved his Children.  The birth of Juniper, his oldest daughter, was the highest point in his life, points that were met twice again with the births of Charlie and Lowell.

But, without fail, life has disappointments.  Eventually, he saw his children slowly growing unhappy in their mother’s care.  Perhaps they were getting older.  As he worked all day most days, and took frequent trips to Italy and Spain to do business (negotiating deals between large businesses in the wizarding world), he wasn’t home as often as he’d liked to be.  But there were plans in motion that, hopefully, would result in that.  Looking back, he realized those plans were delayed by none other than his sweet wife, Claret.  Rory thought she was as nice with the children as she’d ever been.  She worked hard for them; that’s why she was always so tired and distant when he returned home.  He always made his children happy.  That was his number one priority.

Everything changed that evening.  Rory constantly thanked the grace of whatever higher powers that were out there that he returned home when he did.  He heard screaming, and, in the distance, saw the light from a wand running towards the forest behind their home.  Fearing something bad, he sprinted after his children.  He didn’t even hesitate to unleash the most painful spells he knew at the vile creature. 

The creature that hurt his son.

The creature that changed everything he had ever known.

Juniper told him the entire story a couple of weeks after the accident.  He cried that night, for the first time in a long time.  How had he let this happen?  The worries and suspicions he had blocked from his mind were all becoming evident.  He cried again as the ministry aids took his son to the holding cell, not bearing to look.  He couldn’t watch.  He couldn’t let Charlie see.

He cried on the night he met Argo Oliveroot, but this time, for a very, very different reason.  After that, Rory didn’t cry.  He managed to change the nature of his job with the company, and was able to work from home more often than not.  He devoted his time to his children, and learned quickly to deal with his son’s condition.
Another of the greatest days of his life came when he saw the grey owl tap at his kitchen window where he stood preparing dinner.  In the own’s talon was a letter, with an all-too-familiar wax seal.



ROLEPLAY
Reply as your character to the following:

It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.

The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.

Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."

To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.

Roleplay Response:

  The late autumn night was cold and dark, and Rory began to feel cold and depressed even as he looked out on the street outside.  But the darkness itself was not what made the knot in the pit of his stomach.  It was what loomed above, in the night sky, above the town and all the people in it.

It was the white disk that lay there, nestled in the clouds, the queen of the darkness that resided both inside and outside of Rory Kedding.  He had once thought the moon was beautiful; but that was before the incident three years ago.  So he stood there in the store, reading a magazine about Quidditch, trying to distract himself from the pain and loneliness his beloved son Charlie would be feeling right now.

He almost didn’t feel the little tug on his coat, but the motion caught the corner of his eye.  He looked down to find a little girl, hugging an animal, who seemed a bit lost. 

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home," she began, and then took a breath.  "He misses my and his mommy."

Rory chuckled to himself.  The girl reminded him of his own daughter, Juni, when she was young.  He reached out his hand for the girl to grab and smiled.

“Here, let’s go find your parents,” he said.