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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Daisy Ottilie Flickinger
Gender: Female
Age: 14 - 13 October 1953Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Phalen and Doris Flickinger - npcs
Residence:London, England
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?No.
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:Bailey McCormic & Co.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Growing up with two older brothers was really the best thing for any girl.
Patrick and Scotty taught her how to rough house, to throw a punch, and how to sneak around the watchful eye of their parents. Of course, Daisy was the baby and a girl, so therefore, she couldn't do any wrong. It was both at the fault of their father and her brothers. Time spent at the Flickinger home wasn't bad at all compared to other pureblood families. She loved her family dearly and looked up to her older siblings for both support and guidance. The pair never let her down, and even at her young age, knew to not take that for granted.
When her mates complained of their family dynamic, she thanked Godric it was something she'd never have to experience. When they complained of having to spend holidays together, Daisy couldn't relate - her family sang together on every occasion they could find. She had grown to love singing, and even more so when it came to doing so with her brothers. In addition to singing, the girl loved to read and play with animals. If her head wasn't in a book, she was out volunteering at animal hospitals.
All in all, Daisy had a good head on her shoulders. She was typically a very rational person, taking the extra moment to think through her words before saying them. That didn't mean she didn't break the rules or have her own flaws because she definitely did both. It was just hard to stay upset at someone so kind, or so others told her.
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:”Come on!” she tugged at the jacket sleeve of her eldest brother.
There was a new cafe Daisy wanted to try, and they were going to be LATE. Patrick always took too long to get ready, for some reason he was sadly mistaken that a bird would look in his direction. Why in Merlin’s beard would a girl like that he had THAT much gel in his hair? It was stiffer than the drinks her father had before bed.
He was such a wet wipe. Why didn’t she just ask Scotty to take her?
The pair cut through the park when a shrill voice caught her attention. She turned to look at a much younger girl staring at her. It took her a moment to realize the little girl had asked her to play. Nervously, her gaze caught her brother’s, unsure of what to say. She really didn’t want to be late.
“Well, what do you want to play?” OTHERHow did you find us?
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