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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name:Llywenna Briallen Medraut
Gender: Female
Age:10
Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians: Idris Medraut- Father (Currently Played),
Alexandra Medraut- Mother(NpC)
Residence: Draigcylwd Castle, Gwynedd, Wales
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?None
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:Loren MacCallum, Cormac MacKenzie
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Llywenna sat quietly, pondering the brush strokes she had just laid down on the canvas. The broad flat stripes of red, the darker grays and black underneath, She still wasn’t sure what it was going to turn into, but as her instructor had told her many times before, she was letting the brush do the work.
Father was due to be home soon, and Lly wanted to be cleaned up by the time he arrived, to be able to slip away to her room until dinner. Being the youngest had always impressed upon her that Father didn’t really care one way or the other about her, or any of the younger siblings for that matter. Only when Gwydion left Hogwarts did he seem to take a passing interest. So until that time came for her, she was determind to be as little a draw of his attention as possible.
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:
“You!”Llywenna looked up from her book in shock as she watched a girl, two or three years younger than herself, stare at her with intensity. Surprised and a bit put off, She was about to respond as snidely as a ten year old girl could, but held her tongue as she heard.
"...Do you want to play?" Pausing as she considered her offer, she noticed that the girl was standing next to a toy broom, similar to ones she had played with. Without thinking she nodded her approval.
“Can I try that?”
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