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[Percival Hartwood]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Percival  Hartwood
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Blood Status: pureblood

Education:  
Hogwarts, Ravenclaw '39

Residence:
London, in a private residence

Occupation
Hopefully the muggle relations section of the ministry.

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?
Would like to work at 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 Special Request form here.

• Charms: 10
• Divination: 7
• Transfiguration: 7
• Summoning: 8

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
no sir/ma'am

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Séraphine Mousseau

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Ever since his premature birth, Percival has been delicate. Despite his tough exterior, he is as fragile as glass. Growing up in London, Percy loved nothing more than playing outdoors and has developed an adoration for the rain. He grew up a strong, broad-shouldered young man; his Quidditch skill unquestionable. Yet in his heart always lingers a longing for the gentler side of life.

His adoration for plants and the simpler pleasures in life drove a barrier between his business-obsessed father and mother. The Pure blood flowing through his veins always offered an easier life for him. Often hanging around the orphanage children, Percy despised the thought that blood purity mattered to some people. It constantly sickened him, as a boy, that people treated him better for his heritage and he was deeply fascinated by muggles and their simple lifestyle.

Growing up, Quidditch was practically forced on Percival. His parents had both been Quidditch stars in their days and coached him from the very moment he could walk. He was a broad-shouldered, strong young man; his physical strength could rarely be matched but he has always despised violence.

When Percival received his Hogwarts letter at the age of 11, it came as no surprise to him and his family. His years spent at Hogwarts taught him more about himself, having fallen in love with the simpler side of things.

Never having cared for the politics his family enjoyed, Percy left home after school to pave his own path in the Wizarding world. It is there that he currently resides.


Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Roleplay Response:
Roleplay Option Two-

The sky was pale; the white that only only snow could follow. Percival had adored the simple beauty of snow his entire life and that day was no excuse. Staring up at the sky, his child-ish subconscious urged him to let his tongue hang out and catch the delicately falling flakes, yet he somehow managed to resist it.

The streets were busy, bustling with life and all of it's clatter.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!"

Percy'd hardly had time to process before an elderly gentleman crashed into him, sending the parcels he clutched flying.

"For Merlin's sake!" the man said

Hastily scooping up the fallen parchments, he stood back up and brushed the snow and bits of what appeared to be tinsel from his trousers.

"I'm terribly sorry," Percival gushed, "I wasn't looking where-"

"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" The man exclaimed.

"Oh no," he insisted, "that's fine! A little snow never hurt anyone."

Plucking a piece of tinsel from his overcoat, he glanced back at the elderly man and stretched out a hand, "I'm Percival," he said kindly

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[Aries Paladin]

Hey Percival! Your application is lovely (and I'm excited that Percy's a potential Ministry member, too). Before we can go ahead and accept it, though, would you mind just balancing the starting levels so that Percival's lowest level is half of his highest?

Once you do that, we can go ahead and get you all set up.

Thank you! <3

—'ries

[Séraphine Mousseau]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Percival  Hartwood
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Blood Status: pureblood

Education:   
Hogwarts, Ravenclaw '39

Residence:
London, in a private residence

Occupation
Hopefully the muggle relations section of the ministry.

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?
Would like to work at 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 Special Request form here.
Charms: 12
Divination: 6
Transfiguration: 7
Summoning: 7
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
no sir/ma'am

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Séraphine Mousseau

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Ever since his premature birth, Percival has been delicate. Despite his tough exterior, he is as fragile as glass. Growing up in London, Percy loved nothing more than playing outdoors and has developed an adoration for the rain. He grew up a strong, broad-shouldered young man; his Quidditch skill unquestionable. Yet in his heart always lingers a longing for the gentler side of life.

His adoration for plants and the simpler pleasures in life drove a barrier between his business-obsessed father and mother. The Pure blood flowing through his veins always offered an easier life for him. Often hanging around the orphanage children, Percy despised the thought that blood purity mattered to some people. It constantly sickened him, as a boy, that people treated him better for his heritage and he was deeply fascinated by muggles and their simple lifestyle.

Growing up, Quidditch was practically forced on Percival. His parents had both been Quidditch stars in their days and coached him from the very moment he could walk. He was a broad-shouldered, strong young man; his physical strength could rarely be matched but he has always despised violence.

When Percival received his Hogwarts letter at the age of 11, it came as no surprise to him and his family. His years spent at Hogwarts taught him more about himself, having fallen in love with the simpler side of things.

Never having cared for the politics his family enjoyed, Percy left home after school to pave his own path in the Wizarding world. It is there that he currently resides.


Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Roleplay Response:
Roleplay Option Two-

The sky was pale; the white that only only snow could follow. Percival had adored the simple beauty of snow his entire life and that day was no excuse. Staring up at the sky, his child-ish subconscious urged him to let his tongue hang out and catch the delicately falling flakes, yet he somehow managed to resist it.

The streets were busy, bustling with life and all of it's clatter.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!"

Percy'd hardly had time to process before an elderly gentleman crashed into him, sending the parcels he clutched flying.

"For Merlin's sake!" the man said

Hastily scooping up the fallen parchments, he stood back up and brushed the snow and bits of what appeared to be tinsel from his trousers.

"I'm terribly sorry," Percival gushed, "I wasn't looking where-"

"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" The man exclaimed.

"Oh no," he insisted, "that's fine! A little snow never hurt anyone."

Plucking a piece of tinsel from his overcoat, he glanced back at the elderly man and stretched out a hand, "I'm Percival," he said kindly

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[Aries Paladin]

Thank you, lovely! Accepteddddd. <3