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E L S E W H E R E A D U L T CHARACTER INFORMATION Character Name: Luciana Moreno Gender: Female Age: 28, 02 June 1943 Blood Status: Halfblood Education: Beauxbatons/Hogwarts Residence: London Occupation
Socialite
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?
No
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.
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- Charms: 10
- Divination: 7
- Transfiguration: 5
- Summoning: 10
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: Alice Swan and co. Biography: (300 words minimum.) ”My daddy is stronger than yours!”
“My daddy is smarter than yours!”
My papi sells illegal contraband better than yours. But she couldn’t say that now, could she? At a young age, Luciana Sofia Isabel Valentina Moreno quickly understood that her family wasn’t like any other. The big mansion, the exquisite works of art adorning the walls, the frequently polished marble floors, the closets drowning in clothes of the finest quality, the hefty jewelry that could blind when in the sun. But also the basement she was forbidden to access, papi’s office which was strictly off limits, the practiced lines to tell at school if people asked any question about her family, the different family name she had to identify with, the houses they owned and went to when they needed to act like a normal family. Javier Moreno had built his empire from nothing. Back in Spain, anyone familiar to the criminal underworld knew the Moreno name. The birth of his first and only daughter didn’t stop the crime mogul from developing his business. The moment she was old enough, he started teaching his daughter the art of his work and didn’t hide the illegal trade he partook in. This led to very many disagreements with his wife which led to a divorce once Luciana turned nine years old. Luciana didn’t understand it then but now she knew why there had been many papers signed between the two and a lot of money offered for her mother to leave the country and keep her mouth shut. Her Beauxbatons acceptance came not too long later and, seeing this as an opportunity to expand his empire, the Morenos left Spain to occupy France. However, halfway through her studies, her father pulled her out to go to London where, again, a new opportunity arose for him. And so, Luciana finished her education at Hogwarts and, the second she was out, her father recruited his own daughter. It didn’t take long for this life to take its hold. While she lavished her possessions, she won’t lie, she grew tired of the sneaking around. With her school years, she made friends she got tired of lying to. She got annoyed by his father’s rotation in women who really just tagged along to get their hold on his riches. The sense of danger lost its appeal. So, Luciana escaped her family’s business to live the life she always wanted. She found her own place, worked many small jobs to get her own money, hung out with her friends, attended a bunch of events, helped craft some. But reality always found its way back. After refusing one of her father’s demands, a plan went wrong, and next thing she knew, she was at her uncle’s funeral. Had she just accepted this one offer, she might have saved him– With a heavy heart, Luciana abandoned her life to rejoin the Moreno business that would always keep a firm grip on her, whether she liked it or not. 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:Luciana hugged her back to the wall and observed the busy street. Her gaze shot left and right and spotted a large incoming crowd. She pulled down on the large brim of her sun hat to hide her face and put on her sunglasses. When the loud chatter of the group approached, she slipped out of her alcove and joined in as if they were old friends. She didn’t like to visit Knockturn Alley in the middle of the day. With how busy Diagon Alley always seemed to be, one person could easily spot her and question her visit to the dark and dangerous off path of the sunny street. She was a socialite; she knew a lot of people, it wouldn’t take long for someone to recognize her. But when Papi sent her off on a task, he expected her to do it now. So, subtlety and sneakiness were two arts she learned to refine over the years. After a short walk, she pulled away from the group who hadn’t seemed to be bothered by her appearance and took a deep breath. Good, she was safe. And she might as well do a little shopping while she was here— “Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” She turned her head towards the shout and inwardly sighed. She’d heard the woman earlier try to prod people about something for the Prophet. Because of Papi's business, Luciana did her best to avoid the press. But no one seemed to be helping the poor woman who, really, should have thought about bringing her wand to save herself from this situation. “Here.” Luciana squatted down and took her wand from her purse, casting a Reparo on her wheel. “You know, there’s no need to sound so much like a damsel. It’s just a heel.” She added a smile to soften what could sound, and frankly was, a critique. OTHER How did you find us? Google at the time
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E L S E W H E R E C H I L D CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Cedric Rhys Grant Gender: Male Age: 17 Bloodline:Pureblood Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Victor and Vivian Grant (NPCs) Residence:Oxford, London Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Hogwarts/Gryffindor, he’s a seventh year but will not be played at the castle 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:Alice Swan and co. Biography: (100 words minimum.)Imagine your stereotypical Pureblood family. The money, the power, the reputation, the looks. The Grants were exactly that. Every Pureblood event hosted welcomed the Grants and they accepted every invitation gladly. Victor and Vivian Grant never wasted an occasion to gloat about their ever-growing businesses and their wonderful children who would later on, continue the legacy. Raphael Damien Grant, heir of the Grant name. The eldest grew up with expectations from his parents to embellish the family name and it was a role he accepted wholeheartedly. A kind and respectful man who already knew the trades of the company and could recite all their family’s history. Giselle Vivian Grant, the youngest and only daughter of the Grants. A lively child who captured the hearts of many with just a smile and a bat of her eyelashes. She charmed people with her youthfulness and was happily spoiled rotten. And then right dead in the center, Cedric Rhys Grant. Like many, he was a middle child obscured by his siblings’ shine. He’d never been the favorite as the attention all went to his brother and was shared with Giselle as the only daughter. Cedric was still loved, very much so, but people tended to ask more about Raphael and Giselle then him. Frankly, he didn’t give a shit. Unlike his siblings, Cedric didn’t care about impressing anybody. He was perfectly content being a wallflower and observing everything from afar. Dutifully, he still plastered a charming smile and partook in activities, socializing with the fellow members of the Pureblood societies. But deep down, he could not be bothered one bit. He enjoyed his upbringing; money did buy happiness despite what everyone said. But Cedric held his own little secrets, a dark side kept from his family. He chose his friends wisely, close confidents who knew the real him and not the polished aristocrat he made himself be. And now at Hogwarts, he felt even more free to be the person he wanted to be. Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:Godric Park. Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight. Far below was another, much smaller broomstick. It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do. "John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug. Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf. Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby. "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to. "...Do you want to play?" Roleplay Response:Leaving the Grant mansion always felt so bloody liberating. While his home held an absurd number of rooms, some only visited when parties were held, nowhere felt freeing. Even in the third dinning room they never used—still lavishly decorated of course, who do you think the Grants were?—he could feel the walls’ eyes bore into him. So, whenever gloomy London didn’t feel like flooding the whole city, Cedric slipped out of his room without a word to grab some fresh air. His fingers tapped against the cigarette box in his pocket, the need for nicotine slowly growing. But he was passing by Godric Park and he couldn’t avoid someone potentially recognizing him. ”You!...Do you want to play?”Cedric stopped in his tracks. Deep down, he wanted to bark a laugh and leave without a word. Except the reality of his entourage hit him yet again and he took a brief second to fetch the social mask he so often wore. “Of course,” he said with a smile. He hoped her parents were somewhere nearby to witness this act of chivalry. He lowered himself to be at her level and tutted. “My my, what happened here?” He eyed the toy broom stuck in the earth. OTHERHow did you find us? Google at the time
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Hello! Yes I have permission from Indy’s player! 
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Hi Malachite!
Your app looks great!
I just wanted to confirm that you have permission from Indigo's player to create his brother. Then I can accept your app!
Please just reply below with your confirmation.
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Dear Miss Via ,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Term begins on 1 May. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.Yours sincerely,
Deputy Headmistress
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« Last post by Vera Via on 29/04/2024 at 23:25 »
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Vera "Vi"" Lynn Via
Birthday: November 5, 1954
Hometown: Wiltshire, England
Bloodline: Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one): Divination
Magical Weakness (pick one): Charms
Year (pick two): 5th, 6th
Biography:
Vera’s best memories of her mother are full of ignorance and arrogance.
Her mother, tall and thin, with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that gets the most perfect of highlights in summer. Her mother who sun bathed most days, who loves dogs. Her mother who wanted anything but to have been a mother. “Until I saw you, and as soon as you were born, I knew I had no regrets. You didn’t cry like a normal baby, you did ‘waawaa’ you said ‘maamaa’ and I knew I wouldn’t regret it. I knew I wanted you.” Her mother who never wanted to be a mother until the very second she was one. Her mother, Royal.
Vera’s best memories of her father are of making up lost time.
Her father, tall and muscular, with dark blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, with curls that occur so naturally. Her father who was never home, who would spoil her rotten when he was. Her father, who wanted to be a father of many. Her father, who was only ever a father of one. Her father, who only ever told Vera about her problems. Her father, Daniel.
Her parents who should never have had a child. Her parents who fought day and night. Her father who wouldn’t be home from 5 am to 9 pm, just to escape. Her mother who only cared if Vera was bleeding.
Vera, who raised herself. Vera, whose grades are all that mattered. Vera, who never disobeyed her parents. Vera, who grew tired of her parents’ arguing. Vera, who was gone all day to escape the chaos of home.
Vera, whose teachers came to her house, who only ever had one friend, 2 years older than her. Vera, whose friend left for Hogwarts 2 years before her. Vera, who was left behind.
Vera, whose only focus is to be successful, to have power, to have money. Vera, who never wants to be overlooked and being underestimated again. Vera, who promises she will be the best witch known to man.
Vera, who swears Via will be a powerful last name.
Via, a name that will die with her.
If you are applying to be a first, second, or third year, your biography must be at least one hundred words long.
If you are applying to be a fourth year or above, your biography must be at least three hundred words long.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
House Request: Slytherin
Personality: Vera Via is a very closed off and introverted student due to how she was raised. A good day to her is one full of rain and amber lighting, with quiet classes and pages full of notes. She loves to watch people and observe their conversations, the ups and downs. She likes baking sweets. She hates hot days and rowdy halls, when she can't focus on her academics. She hates being bothered and people underestimating her. She loves proving them wrong. She's scared of dying, though she's come to terms with the fact that she will eventually. She's scared of being forgotten and left behind. She's scared of loving somebody to the point where she can't detach from them on a whim. She loves the ocean and every creature within it.
Appearance: Vera has light brown, almost dirty blonde hair that she dyes ash brown, because she doesn't want to look too much like her mother. Her eyes are a blue-green like her father's. Her hair falls to her mid-back, in an in-between of wavy and curly. Her hair is extremely layered, and has curtain bangs. She's 5'4", with a little bit of a stomach, making her insecure and confident all at the same time. Because she's typically insecure with her looks she tries to make up for it with academics.
→ RETURNING STUDENTS.
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→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.
Option I:
The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.
A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.
The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.
Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.
Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.
If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.
Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.
"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.
"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"
The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.
Option 2:
That rat of his was in for it now.
The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.
Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.
Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.
Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.
The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.
As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.
"You blasted rat! Where are you?"
He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.
Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.
Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
Roleplay Response:
The ashen haired girl stared down at the boy from atop the stairs. His erratic movement gave her a cause for concern. She didn't want to intrude on his parade, not until she was sure he wasn't crazy. She heard him sniffle and ask, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
Vera did her best to be polite with her response, since the boy was obviously drawing attention to himself with his actions. "I'm sorry for staring, but you're tearing up a garden. A garden in which I wouldn't be surprised if somebody put quite a bit of work into, and for what purpose?"
She felt her eyebrows furrowing in frustration, sensing herself becoming defensive. She quietly looked to her right and down at the stone bricks next to her foot. "'M sorry if that was rude." She tentatively looked back down at the boy, making brief eye contact as she looked back down at the mess he made.
"I'm Vera Via," she took a few steps down the stairs and hesitantly offered her hand out for the boy to shake. She looked down at his dirty hands, still offering hers, wanting to be polite. "And you are?"
When responding to the RP sample, please do not powerplay the other character in any way. This includes assuming a significant prior relationship between your character and the RP sample character, assuming any information about them that isn't explicitly detailed in the sample above, or powerplaying Hugh's pet rat. If in doubt about whether something constitutes powerplay, err on the side of caution and write something else!
Please also treat this sample as you would treat a real thread and leave your response open-ended to ensure the other character has a chance to respond. This means that your character should not walk away from or otherwise end the interaction in your response.
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