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Elsewhere Accepted / Drake Cuthbert
« on: 11/05/2013 at 16:35 »
E L S E W H E R E A D U L T
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name:
Gender: Male
Age: 55
Education:
Home schooled for basic education, didn't do well.
France National Police College, top of his class.
Marine nationale, honorably discharged.
Residence:
Apartment above his office in Knockturn Alley. 4212 Knockturn Alley.
Occupation:
Private investigator. Hired gun.
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?
Not that I am aware of.
Requested Magic Levels: (see here on how to do this)
If you want levels above the usual 32 total, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.
- Charms: 9
- Transfiguration: 6
- Divination: 10
- Summoning: 7
Nope.
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Lavender Cuthbert, BB student. Georgia Jet-Little, Professor. Kimi T, Salem Student and Jun Kobayashi Hogwarts student.
Biography: (300 words minimum.)
The Cuthberts.
What a stupid family. At least that was always how Drake felt. His father and mother were no different from any of the other pervious Cuthberts. They were odd, annoying, and just a large group of hermits all living in the same house. His parents preached that they needed to stay within the house, told all their children this, and despite the pleas of their mother and father they left anyways. At least... Only at night and they always turned in the morning. Drake, Mimi, Abernathy and Bonnie all used the family portkey to travel to their home nation. France. They would all dance and laugh the night away in Paris. Travel on their brooms and pretend that mother wouldn't tear them apart the next day if she found out.
It was happier times... Abernathy was the oldest and the heir to the Family name. It wasn't long after his 21st birthday he was separated from the 'kids' in the household to be taught more adult things, such as possibly getting a ministry job in France or Britain. Mimi was next oldest. She was separated when she turned 19 though, and was taken under her mother's wing so she could learn how to be a good housewife. She would be married off to whatever man was willing to move into the Cuthbert estate in Little Hangleton. As for Drake and Bonnie... Well, they were left to their own devices as long as they stayed close to the house. After all, Mimi and Abernathy were the heirs, Bonnie and Drake were the spares. If anything were to happen to Mimi or Abernathy Drake and Mimi would be there to take their place.
Drake, however, had other plans. He had never done well in school, something about casting charms and the like never truly appealed to him. He didn't do well in History, math wasn't his forte... Something about having to sit in one spot all day made him queasy. He wanted to move, he wanted to sight see, and most importantly... He wanted to interact with people! Being a Cuthbert meant little to no interaction with the outside world till you got married and got a job! Drake wasn't willing to wait that long, nor was he willing to get married. He refused to breed more children into this family only to be locked away and kept away from the prying eyes of neighbors to be wed to whomever would take him. In the middle of the night, Drake packed his bags and left a note under Bonnies pillow. Giving her the address of where she would be.
France National Police College.
He had been accepted and had the letter and all the supplies sent to a PO box within Paris. Somewhere his family couldn't get their grubby little hands on his stuff. He left and went to the college. His little sister Bonnie wrote him daily, but warned him in the first letter to not write her back. The family was looking for him and once they found him they would not give him up. Drake merely rolled his eyes, but did as his sister requested just to ease her mind. She was the baby of the house after all and honestly... Drake loved her more than he liked his other siblings. Bonnie was much more down to earth then his other siblings. Drake worked hard for his sisters sake and once he graduated top of his class and with so many honors he couldn't list them all. He returned home, only to be home during what Drake would later call a Circumstance of the Cuthberts. Abernathy was no where to be seen, Mimi was having something of a mental breakdown, and Bonnie was bouncing a tiny baby girl on her knee. Bonnie merely shook her head, and Drake slipped right back out the door he entered.
He worked the streets, enforcing the law. It was nice to not focus on his magic for once. He finally started to write back to his sister, and was filled in on what was happening with this family... It was also where he was finally told he was disowned. Drake had left his family, and thus the family didn't want him anymore. He could use the name, but his blood would no longer be their blood.
He had never felt so free in his entire life! Even packing up in the dead of the night and leaving to go train to become a cop hadn't done enough for him! He worked for a few more years before finally turning to the French Navy. Make all the jokes you want but Drake got to do what he really wanted. He got to see the world! Stepped on American soil, Chinese ground, and so many other places. He explored his limits in every manner and one day... While in Germany he was shot. It wasn't war time. He was in the French base when it happened. A rookie had been cleaning his gun and didn't remove the bullet. It went off when he dropped it and the bullet entered one side of his shoulder and went out the other. It tore his muscle and he was forced to 'retire' in a sense. Honorably discharged. Still gets a minor pension, but not enough to live off of. The letters from his sister had stopped, and he had taken up the drink in its place. He needed something to do... Something simple. Private Investigator. He could do that.
Finding lost people, building contacts, he could do all that. Maybe even recuse a few kittens in trees. Who knows?
Roleplay: (If you are requesting Exceptional levels - above 32 total - please respond to the roleplay and questions here instead)
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:
Oh God, a little lost kid... How did a kid get into a bar? Drake watched the child out of the corner of his eye. Normally he would try to help anyone at any time but this time... Drake was a bit... inebriated. He wouldn't want to admit it, but this was the way his life had turned out for now. He couldn't help but see a bit of Bonnie in the girl.
He sighed when the girl tugged on his trench coat. He turned in his seat slightly and looked down at the girl. His cup still in his hands. He looked at her with stern eyes as she held her strange little puff ball to her chest... What the heck was that? Drake had spent so much time among muggles and fighting he had lost track of some of the things that were magical.
"Um... What's that?" He asked pointing to the creature she held in her hands as he slowly stood up. Drake looked at his cup and then back at the girl and sighed. He placed the cup on the counter and knelt down in front of the girl. She struggled to come up with some kind of question or statement for the girl. She looked like Bonnie when they were younger, but she clearly wasn't Bonnie. Bonnie wasn't here...
He blew out a little bit of hot air, and leaned back on his heels slightly. "Hey... Well... Let's go for a walk shall we? See if we can find anything familiar? Mom can't be too far."
OTHER
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SHOPKEEPER QUESTIONS
Answer these questions only if you are applying to be a shopkeeper as well.
Shop name: Snakeskin Investigators
Shop Description (200 words minimum):
A inquiry of where one is, or just needed a bodyguard for the night, Drake is your man. This little two story shop in knockturn alley doesn't look like much, but its in the process of being fixed up. This office will offer various services its primary one being
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?
A middleman if someone wants to catch up on another player. Drake can also act as a bodyguard for hire if anyone needs him. He plans on hiring more staff to help him out when's drunk as well. A backup police source when you think the little magical force isn't doing its job.
