Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Lysander Wayland

Gender: Male

Age: Ten

Bloodline:
Muggleborn

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
None, disappeared in the warp.

Residence:
St Mungos Orphan Wing

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
St Mungos

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:
Irina and co.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)

“Look Mummy! I’m a knight!”

The blonde stood with his legs slightly apart and bent, in his hands he held a long stick and swung it at the washing hanging from the wash line. The blouse swooshed to the side before falling from the pegs and landing on the stick. Sandy shrieked and attempted to throw it off by shaking the stick from side to side.

“Ahhh! Its got me! It appears to be immune to my sword! Mum, help me!”

He continued shaking the stick around with his eyes closed and mouth slightly opened, he was getting tired, but he wouldn’t let the evil creature get the better of him, he would protect his parents and his home, nothing would touch his family. Hands grasped his shoulder, and Lysander looked up, wide-eyed. Red curls framed his mothers heart shaped face, and green eyes looked down kindly at him.

“Sandy, darling, I think it’s dead.” She looked sadly at what was once her pretty blue blouse that was now filthy with a few small holes decorating it now. She sighed and took the shirt from the tip of his stick and held it in front of her, examining the damage.

“But Mum! It might eat you!”

His mother stroked his hair before smiling, “Don’t worry. You’ve killed it, it wont be hurting anyone any more.” She muttered something under her breath about how it would never be worn again before turning back to her son and nudging him inside. Sandy stumbled up the stairs and into the kitchen. He immediately opened the fridge and stared inside before calling out to his mother.

“Mum! Is there any cake left over from Nancy’s birthday.”

His mother laughed and shook her head, “And who says that you can eat cake before dinner, young man?”

He pouted as his mother closed the fridge. The little boy went over to the table and sat down, his face in his hands pressing his cheeks together. His stomach grumbled and he sighed, looking up desperately as his mother stirred a pot on the stove.

“Are you making stew?”

Just then, his father entered the kitchen and gave the boy a kiss on his forehead. Sandy make a face and wiped his forehead, muttering something about being a grown man who shouldn’t be kissed by anything other then pretty girls. His father laughed before going over to kiss his mother, Sandy looked away and stuck his tongue out, “Ew…” he said quietly. His parents laughed before his father settled down beside him.

“Now Lysander,” Sandy cringed, he hated being called by his full name, usually it meant he was in trouble, or the teacher at school complained about him again.

“Your teacher’s been telling me that you’ve been doodling in your notebook again, instead of doing your math problems.”

Sandy turned away and crossed his arms, it wasn’t his fault that the woman was a boring old grouch. She didn’t know how to explain properly, he never understood a thing she said besides, ‘concentrate!’

“Humph…”

His father shook his head, and was about to speak when Mum put down too steaming plates of stew before the boys. She smiled and took off her apron. Nodding in satisfaction as they both dug in, forgetting about their earlier conversation.

Soon Sandy was tucked into bed, his blanket pulled up to his chin. His mother sat beside him, reading from one of his favorite books, Little Orphan Annie. He liked the story about the orphan who ended up living the dream. He wondered what it would be like to have to stay in an orphanage, especially with such a nasty lady running the place. He frowned, he was happy to have his mum and dad. He honestly didn’t know what he would do without them. Who would save him from the monsters under his bed?

“Goodnight, my brave knight.” Said his mother before kissing his forehead and leaving the room. He smiled and turned over, hugging his pillow and yawning loudly.

And when he woke up, things had changed, and his parents were gone.

Roleplay:

He liked going to the park.

The boy sat crossed legged on the ground next to a park bench, it wasn’t like there was anything wrong with the bench, just that he found the grass softer and more comforting. Sitting on the actual bench made him feel nervous, unsure with what to do with himself. He received glances from others as they passed, however he was much too busy with his notebook.

He was designing a superhero suit for himself, since apparently he had magical powers. It was all very strange being told something like that, he, of course, didn’t believe the people at the Hospital at first. They must be bonkers to actually believe in that stuff. Besides, magic only existed in books and films, right?

But then he had gotten so angry, that he broke a glass.

He didn’t mean to of course, but he had shouted for Mum and a glass broke right in front of him. It was as though his voice was so high, that the glass broke, but then again, he never thought of himself to be an opera singer.

He glanced and bit his lip. So far, he had drawn a blue cape and a dark blue shirt, he didn’t draw tights, even though superhero’s tended to wear them (He thought that they were girly things). He had drawn a pair of jeans instead with black boots. He was pretty satisfied with his creation. He almost jumped out of his skin as a girl approached.

"You!"

He cried out in shock, looking up at her with wide-eyes.

"...Do you want to play?"

he grinned and shut his notebook, clapping his hands together.

“Yes! What are we playing?”

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Ebba Aeronwyn Bramblebury


Birthday:
14th February

Hometown:
Porthcawl, Wales

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): 6th year, 5th year

Biography:

Ebba’s future was written out for her even before she was born. At a young age she was drilled in manners and grace, taught to become a proper lady. She was the only girl born to the Bramblebury family and grew up with two older brothers and one younger. Her father was quite content with the amount of heirs his wife had given him and treated his family with kindness. Arctarius Bramblebury was a resourceful man and quite wealthy. He had been raised under strict parents and was schooled in politics and business.

He was an intelligent man and seemed to live a rather peaceful life. He worked in the Ministry and was highly regarded. He married Mariatte Kathleen Loring when they both became of age and started out his family at an early age eager to carry out the Bramblebury name that had been around for centuries already, breeding pureblood witches and wizards. The family originally came from Wales, however they moved across to England after their first son was born, preferring to be closer to where the children would be schooled.

All four children attend charms school from the age of five and where well acquainted with the world of magic. Cassius was the first born and by far the favorite child of the family, Ebba and her siblings often looked up to him and went to him for guidance. He started his first year in Hogwarts when Ebba was nine. She was extremely envious of her brother but soon learned to keep herself busy around the house. She was taught by her mother, how to be a woman and what she would be expected to do as a wife. However, she grew bored and was drawn away from her lessons.

Her parents soon discovered the girls love from books and information, she was highly curious and would ask questions that a girl her age did not need to know. She excelled in her classes at charms school and her parents seemed convinced that she would be a Ravenclaw. After her first two years at Hogwarts, she began talking to her parents about her future and how she was interested in working at the Ministry like her father, however, her parents merely shrugged her off. They were convinced that her future would be a simple one, as her mothers had been. She would be married off to a wealthy, pureblood suitor and would give that man an heir.

As she aged, her mother invited other pureblood families around, The house was always busy with activity and she was prepped to act with kindness and respect to the other families. Her brother Cassius, seemed just as thrilled to be surrounded by pureblood and made himself a group of powerful friends, well the rest of the siblings kept together unsure of their parents plans. Cassius was soon paired off with a girl and they where to be engaged. Since both the young teens were not of age, they still spent a lot of time together and were quite happy with what their parents had arranged.

However, Ebba disliked the idea of an arranged marriage and grew bitter towards her parents. She became distant and preferred to be by herself rather then with her family. Her mother worried and attempted to talk the girl into the idea, pressing the fact that she would find her daughter a handsome young man. Ebba disregarded her mother completely and now stayed during summer at Camp Loki, preferring to be away from her parents and to try and prolong her life without a suitor. She was well liked at school and made herself a small group of friends, muggleborn and pureblood alike. She rebelled against her parents ideas to remain elitist and attempted to remain open minded. In her parents eyes, she was much to intelligent for a woman and her father spoke of how he wished she had been born a male.

The older she got, the colder she grew. She shunned out her family completely, having a completely sophisticated relationship with them, without showing any form of love of childishness. She was convinced to prove her family wrong by become successful in her life and not allowing it to be ruled by her parents at all. By her fifth year at Hogwarts, she was a strong young woman and did not take any form of trash from anybody. She became just as respected as her family name, however remained kind towards those she cared about. 


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request:

As the sorting hat see’s fit.

Personality:

Ebba is extremely mature for her age. She is outgoing and has quite the silver tongue. She is incredibly intelligent and enjoys a well backed up banter or argument. She’s rather sarcastic at times when she’s irritated and can get annoyed rather fast as she is not patient at all. She’s quick to talk and even quicker to think of something snarky to point out. Growing up with three brothers has taught her to fight back with tooth and claw.

However, she’s well mannered and shows kindness to those who return it. She has no quarrel with those who do not look for trouble with her and is not the type of person to start up an argument. She enjoys helping those who need her assistance and has been known to tutor others in her class, she has a good reputation amongst the teachers and hasn’t been known to cheat at all. She spends a rather large amount of her time with her nose in her books, often going off by herself to write.

She’s also extremely strong and stands up for what she deems right. She is utterly against the idea of woman being the weaker sex in her family and is determined to change this in hopes her cousins might follow her example. She does not take any form of trash from others and will easily snap at those who challenge her, she is passionate about working for the Ministry one day as either and Auror or a Hit Wizard. Her grades have proved that this is possible and she does not often let things distract her from her studies.

She isn’t a girly girl and does not dwell on thoughts such as her looks, she does dress appropriately as a lady should, however does not let it control her thoughts. She doesn’t consider herself to be overly pretty and she tries to prevent her thoughts from wondering to the other males at school. Because of her determination to have a future of her own wish, she has not dated anyone yet and rather longs to feel what it is that the other girls babble on about. Around males, she’s rather fluttery and skittish, preferring to hide herself behind a book then anything else, however she is learning to deal with her shyness.


Appearance:

The first thing people notice about the girl is her tall, slender figure.  She has long legs and a tiny waist. Her collar bones stick out much more then her mother would like and her jaw is defined and strong. She is rather flat chested and has many the times felt slightly envious of other girls with more womanly features. Her hips are small and flat, causing her to have the figure of more of a male then a curvy female. She dresses in baggier clothes then normal to try and hide her slightly to thin figure.

She has bright dark blue eyes with long lashes framing them. Her brows are dark and curved, normally raised up with expression. She has straight bangs that frame the top of her face followed by long, thick locks of hair that reaches beyond her breastbone. Her hair is fair in color and in the sun, it tends to lighten in natural sun streaks. Her hair is straight and rarely curls, however it has a wave to it when she lets in dry naturally.

Her skin is fairly tanned, with slight freckles that dot over her nose under her eyes. She has full lips, that tend to take the shape of a pout with a small nose just above.


→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.

She was famished.

After the hectic Quidditch game, she was sweaty, exhausted and desperately needed something to eat. She pulled of her Quidditch uniform before changing into something cooler. She felt refreshed as she washed her face with freezing water. She felt slightly better, however she could still feel her muscles ache as she walked out of the locker room, she smiled to a few teammates and congratulated them for the victory. It was a close game and she had feared that they would loose, however some kid had literally handed them the cup.

She felt sorry for whoever had caused the others teams loss, she was sure he was receiving numerous lectures and comments from his teammates and it probably wasn’t pleasant at all. She frowned as she fell in line with one of her teammates as they strolled together towards the main hall, the scent of food filled her nostrils as she breathed in deeply and grinned. One thing about Hogwarts was that the food was absolutely fantastic. It was even better then grandmothers apple pie and that was defidently a compliment in her eyes.

She glanced around the main hall, and settled down beside her housemates. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear before dishing up a salad for herself. Her mother would have scolded her and try to convince her to eat something that would put a little meat on her bones, however she shrugged the thought away and dug in. She joked around with some of her team mates, cracking jokes about the game and calling her brother a bone head for almost knocking the bludger towards her. Her laughed and winked, stating that he was aiming for her.

She smiled. Tyler only had one year left before he was to graduate, she felt a slight pang in her heart at the thought of him leaving, but then again, she still had Jayden with her for another two years. Her table suddenly burst out in a victory chant and she soon joined in with a large grin on her face. However, she noticed movement behind her and turned to look at who on earth was leaving when the hall was in just an uproar. Her face sank when she recognized the young boy who had dropped the Quaffle. He looked to be around twelve or thirteen years old, and she was positive that he felt like a complete git.

She stood up and followed her, perhaps she could give him a lesson, if he would accept the offer. She considered herself a fairly good Quidditch player and it wouldn’t disturb her schedule to squeeze in a hour or two teaching the kid. He stormed off, and she felt that perhaps he wanted some time alone, she paused and bit her lip. She was just about to turn around to trot back towards her friends when the boy rounded on her, he was furious and red in the face, she assumed that he had been crying.

"WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"

She pursed her lips and tilted her head slightly, “I don’t see a loser anywhere, and why on earth would I want to waste my film by taking a picture of one? Relax kid, everyone gets humiliated, you should learn to deal with it.”

She paused.

“Tell you what, I’ll give you a lesson if you’d like, and perhaps we should get you a pair of gloves, it’ll prevent the Quaffle from slipping from your hands.


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