Maddox Barlowe - Elsewhere Adult

[Maddox Barlowe]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Maddox Alexander Barlowe
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Hogwarts – Gryffindor

Residence:
Manchester, England

Occupation
Part-time/transitioning out of specialist role at the dragon sanctuary in Romania.

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?
The Ministry

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.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Exceptional Levels special request form here.

• Charms: 15
• Divination: 6
• Transfiguration: 16
• Summoning: 8

(approved through request)

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Nope!

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Ruth Elliot, Persephone Grimsbane

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Maddox was born to a modest pureblood family in Manchester. Growing up with only sisters—his older sister Scarlet and his twin Cassidy—he took on the role of defender. It didn’t matter who started the quarrels his sisters got into, he was sure to step in and end them if it came to it. From an early age, his father instilled in him a sense of being a ‘real’ man, who protected women and especially his family, among other distinguished things. This, at times, led to a strained relationship between him and his father because of the overbearing expectations he placed on him.

These lessons never left him even as he grew. It led to some degree of trouble for him after he and Cassidy started Hogwarts as he was always quick to defend his pouting other half. Soon, he was able to grow into his own. He mellowed out quite a bit as he realised that his sisters…and girls in general, were a lot of trouble. Should he follow his father’s instructions to the letter, he would never find peace. He began to focus on his own interests and was particularly exceptional in the areas of charms and transfiguration. This was fuelled by his desire to become an animagus.

The praise he received for his skills over the years led to complacency and arrogance on his part. He began to anticipate his own success and no longer believed he needed to exert himself in order to accomplish whatever he pursued. This decision came back to bite him when his animagus training turned into a complete disaster near the end of his 6th year. Not only did he botch the final steps, but he nearly lost his life in the process. The aftereffects proved permanent, cursing him to an unfortunate mixture of feline traits even while he remained human.

He became the laughingstock of his family and closest friends who thought it fitting that the arrogant boy be humbled.

Ashamed of his botched transformation, Maddox refused to register with the ministry, despite several warnings to the contrary. The moment he graduated Hogwarts, he began looking for internships in far away places. He hoped to remove himself from the eyes of his mockers long enough to heal from the consequences of his actions.

His passion for creatures took him first to the jungles of South America where he worked in conjunction with a team of researchers looking into a surge of reports from local muggles during an uptick in chupacabra sightings. From there, he was referred by a senior colleague impressed with his work to work on a small occamy reservation in India. The poaching of the creatures’ eggs for trade in black market potion sales had begun to put pressure on the local occamy population and saw their numbers dwindling unsustainably. This time in his life saw him going on many dangerous missions. His days and nights sometimes comprised of fighting off persistent poaching groups who refused to be deterred and securing nesting sites. At the age of 26, he started hearing more talk of the dragon sanctuary that was opened over in Romania. Wanting a change of pace after five years of fighting poachers, he applied for an opening and began working there the following year.

That exhilarating, world trotting time in his life came to a crushing end when Maddox received news from back home. Cassidy wasn’t doing well. She’d always been a sickly girl despite her fiery personality. He knew she’d been ill; she was always ill. Now, she was dying.

Without giving it a second’s thought, Maddox resigned from the sanctuary and returned home to care for her and her small children. He took with him his lessons he had learned from his time abroad. Maddox was no longer a man hiding from his shame. Somewhere in his whirlwind adventure, he’d made peace with what he had become, and the challenges of his job taught him how to deal with the problems of his personal life.


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:
It wasn’t his problem.

She didn’t know him any more than he knew her.

He only needed to keep working his way through the crowd and soon he would be away from the overwhelming sounds and smells of the busy Diagon Alley street. Sweat, perfume and a myriad of scents unique to their owners flooded his nostrils, pulling his attention in every which way. Maddox scrunched his nose, willing himself to ignore the bombardment. It had been a while since he was emersed in such a large gathering—a while since his senses had been so unceremoniously assaulted. It had been too long since he returned home, and Maddox knew it.

The last few years on the dragon reserve had given him all the space and peace he needed. His body was entirely unused to the rigours that came with returning to ‘civilisation’ and its cacophonous clatter.

The red-head's cries pierced through the noise, grating and difficult to ignore. There wasn’t a muscle that wanted to move in her direction, not a single joint that wanted to be bothered. Maddox had only come to the alley for a few supplies, knowing his sister was unable to get them herself. In and out, that was what he’d promised himself. Yet, with each shoulder that brushed against his in the crowd, his lithe movements took him further in her direction.

Like a moth albeit a reluctant one to a flame, Maddox had been bred with the sort of chivalry that made leaving a woman to her struggles an unfortunate impossibility.

Where before he could only hear, the man could now see her…crawling along the floor. In search of her heel. It took nearly all the energy he had left to refrain from rolling his eyes. Women and their priorities. Just that morning, herself into a fit, his sister managed to remind him to remember the dress she’d ordered from the tailors. A dress while she could scarcely walk!

Maddox took hold of her arm, attempting to pull her to her feet.

"Easy does it, love. It’s not worth breaking your neck over.” It was almost a reprimand. "Why don't you take a seat by the bench over there and I’ll get it for you?”

As much as he wasn’t looking forward to being trampled. Somewhere, his father was laughing at the obnoxiously persistent sense of duty he’d injected into him while he was yet too young to realise what a mistake it would be.

[Roisin Byrne]

Approved!