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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Jezebel Josefine MorgensternGender: FemaleAge: 24Blood Status: HalfbloodEducation: Home School: 1931-1933
Eisenstab Hexengymnasium: 1933-1938Residence: London, EnglandOccupation
Unemployed
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As of yet, no.
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- Charms: 11/i]
- Divination: 6
- Transfiguration: 6
- Summoning: 9
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:Zailey Petrova, Blondelle Chantrice, Helena Lisbeth, Peregrine White, Carmine van der BergBiography: (300 words minimum.)It was a typical Saturday; the sun lingering high above the streets of Berlin as men, women, and children alike traversed the familiar pathways between shops and past the famous Charité. From stories above the sidewalks, the loud cry of a newly birthed babe escaped the thin glass pane and descended upon the streets below; at exactly eleven-thirty on the twenty-ninth of January, nineteen-twenty-one, Jezebel Josefine Morgernstern entered this world.
The second child of Josef and Maria Morgenstern, the red-headed child was but another happy edition to an already joyous and thriving family line. Spending the first few years of her infancy in Berlin, their mother Maria made the executive decision to transplant her growing family to her hometown in Switzerland. It was there, in the shadow of the Swiss Alps and surrounded by water, that Jezebel spent her childhood learning about the ways of the world.
Tutored by her mother, Jezebel and Lucifer were taught a steady curriculum that included both Muggle and Wizard lessons. While Lucifer seemed to flourish under their mother's tutelage, Jezebel fell severely behind her brother; it was then that she began her campaign to attend Eisenstab Hexengymnasium in the fall. It took but a few weeks to have Josef, her father, on board with allowing her to return to Germany but Maria was much more steadfast in her reservation than Jezebel had anticipated.
It wasn't until nineteen-thirty-three that the Morgenstern's allowed their second child to make the transition to Eisenstab; and it was in that particular institution that Jezebel flourished and thrived socially. An average student, the young girl was more interested in Quidditch than homework and quickly found herself falling in with a seedy crowd. It was among these characters that she got her first taste of the power of womanly wiles..and never looked back.
By the time she had graduated in nineteen-thirty-eight, Jezebel had managed to live up to her name and earned quite the reputation at Eisenstab. With no career prospects in Germany, she returned to Swtizerland where she quickly set up a home base in the Morgenstern residence. It wasn't until nineteen-forty that Maria had had enough of Jezebel's lifestyle that she was dispatched to London where her brother was to receive her.
Having always had a knack for numbers, despite her lack of commitment to her school work, Jezebel was charged with managing the family's finances. Which, coincidentally enough, has enabled her to fly under the career radar while in London. Jezebel spends most of her days asleep in her king-size bed at her and Lucifer's apartment, while she spends her night's entertaining men at various locations around town.
Jezebel is a sweet girl who knows how to keep men wrapped around her little finger; she can, and does, get everything she ever asks for. She isn't above using any means necessary to achieve the desirable. When not dictating funds and their appropriations, Jezebel can often be found enjoying a cup of coffee or painting.
A natural artist, she possesses the skills and eye that most amateur painters would kill for but has yet to transform her talents into a career. Jezebel constantly tells herself she'll grow up, one day, but isn't ready quite yet; she has an unnatural love for Russian vodka and Camel cigarettes that she can't quite seem to kick.
As for the Time Warp, Jezebel had very few encounters with non-magical folk and never even realized that something significant had happened in the world. She's too busy coercing men into spoiling her to worry about the inner workings of the world.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.
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 down hill.
"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:"Help!"
She had heard it clear as day, but couldn't place the exact location it had originated from. How was she expected to help someone she couldn't even see? Weaving past a group of stagnant older men in robes, chatting about some type of attack on the Ministry of Magic, Jezebel stumbled upon a shoe. Picking up the high-heel, she eyed the actual heel and the way it hung so carelessly from one scrap of leather, before trying to find the owner.
"Are you alright?" she inquired aloud, trying to triumph over the loud buzz of the crowd. She continued to weave through a few more people before spotting Amelia frantically searching, for what Jezebel presumed to be, her high-heel. "This doesn't happen to be yours, is it?" she inquired as she stood above the reporter and peered down at her.
Jezebel wore a smile on her face as she offered her hand to the young woman. "Let me help you..." she said kindly. Looking once more at the shoe in her other hand, she silently reminded herself to hunt down this pair. She needed them in her life.OTHERHow did you find us?
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