Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Clara Barthalamew
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Blood Status: Pureblood- disowned

Education:
Clara went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was sorted into Gryffindor, mostly because of her impulsive nature. While there, she discovered that she was adept at Potions. As she got older, she devoted most of her time to bettering her craft, and took only extracurriculars that could help her meet that goal.

Residence:
A flat in London. As she recently acquired the place, it is still very much filled with boxes, filled to the brim with potion ingredients, supplies, and books, along with cooking books and Transfiguration books. And of course travel souvenirs.

Occupation
Potioneer

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?
Nope.

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Exceptional Levels special request form here.

• Charms: 6
• Divination: 11
• Transfiguration: 10
• Summoning: 5

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Nope

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Dylan Duckheart and gang

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Clara Barthalamew is a woman of contradiction. She is ruthlessly organized and yet on the brink of chaos. And she is constantly looking to better herself, devoted solely to her craft, yet she will leave her occupation and country on a whim for a better opportunity.

As soon as she discovered her affinity for Potions, Clara knew she wanted to do that work. So she obsessively pursued her craft, putting in thousands of hours. She was for the most part misunderstood by her peers, except for those who were like her. Mostly because she was not always a lot of fun, and she only took on extra-curriculars that helped her pursue her craft.

Then, in her seventh year, her family attempted to arrange a marriage for her. But Clara refused, not wanting to be stuck in some estate. So she secretly applied to and was accepted to study Potions in America. Once Clara announced her plan, her family was furious and disowned her. Thankfully they let her bring her possessions, which she sold to ensure passage. Her remaining possessions she used well with her superior Transfiguration skills.

She then had to work three times as hard at her place of study to keep her place financially for the three years she studied. Her hands became far more calloced and rough. But she persevered, perfecting her craft. Then, once she finished, Clara left for an opportunity in the Alps where she stayed for three years. The fresh mountain air did wonders for her soul. And gave her love. But she left anyway to pursue an opportunity in Egypt working with Curse Breakers. She then moved two years later to Sub Saharan Africa to work with Magical Creatures with traits vital for potion making. Finally, she had settled into a position in Brazil.

Then, one day, Clara got a letter from her mother indicating that she was ill. Clara had honestly been longing for stability herself. Life as she had known it was fun. Thrilling even. But the weight of the letter reminded her of what she missed. The thrill of friends that she could see. The familiarity of a neighbourhood. So, without a plan, she gave her notice, and flew back to the United Kingdom.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

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:
Clara was late. Very late. And her client was very exacting. And Clara needed to impress this man. She had been in London for a month and had finally secured a gig. One that could move doors. But by the second that was evaporating.

It had been the stupid neighbour's cat that delayed her. And now there was this woman. Whining about a heel or something.

She looked down at the woman. Her expression a mix of amusement and annoyance.

She weighed whether to help this woman. On one hand, helping would make her later. But on the other, this was a professional woman.

(Even if she was just a pesky reporter.)

She finally extended her hand. "I'll help you." She paused. "In exchange for coming up with an excuse for why I am late."

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