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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Jemima Penrose
Gender:Female
Age: 13
Bloodline: Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Jeremy and Adelle Penrose - NPCs
Residence:Caerphilly, Wales
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:Calliope Amberghast
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Her mother always described Jemima as a ‘whimsical soul’ who might be stolen away from the end of a rainbow if she didn’t manage to pull her heads out of the clouds. Jemima Penrose erred on the side of optimism with a heavy dose of naivety from the time she had started to think for herself.
Hailing from the mixed magic community of Caerphilly, the little witch grew as an avid fan of Caerphilly Catapults Quidditch team, often attending home game matches with her father and older brother - she didn’t really understand the game itself, but was intent on cheering and joining on the joy of the game. At age seven, she joined the Caerphilly Catapault’s Children’s Quid Camp and began to learn how to play, finding a perfect release for her enthusiastic cheering and every ounce accumulated energy in her tiny body.
As Jemima grew her magic was late to display itself, the essence of witchcraft and wizardry bursting from her younger siblings far before they showed promise in the smiling girl. It came to a head when Jeremy Penrose set his first daughter down for a discussion on the topic of squibs, when the overwhelming and rare sting of disappointment that she would not go to magic school, burst from the usually happy girl set their couch on fire. After that, not another word was said, and Jemima’s magic refused to show itself again.
As she stumbled onto the precipice of teenage years and with more than a year of Hogwarts schooling beneath her belt, Jemima found herself more inclined to outdoor, hands-on activities than any real aptitude with her wand. Instead set about learning and helping her mother with the Magical Creature Rescue and Rehabilitation that Adelle Penrose ran from their home.
Her brightness never faded with age, however, as Jemima continues to hunt for the ends of rainbows.
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:It was rare that the Penrose family left Wales, with the exception of school, and so it had become quite the novelty that Jeremy Penrose had been summoned to a meeting in London, and had this time brought his family along for the ride.
Jemima was lying on her back in Godric’s Park, she paid no heed to the way the slightly damp grass soaked through the back of her shirt, and instead focussed completely on the clouds rolling through the sky. “I’m telling you, it looks like a niffler.” She called to her younger sister, who was sitting nearby on the blanket studiously ignoring her in favour of a book.
As her blue eyes latched onto another cloud, Jemima’s fingers worked absently with the pile of daisies she had plucked from the green grass, threading them together to make a chain.
She might have stayed there all day, lost in a moment of her own making, had someone not barked out a single word, forceful enough to break into her thoughts. Jemima bolted upright, plucked flowers scattering into her lap and pieces of grass loose in her dark hair.
“Oh, hullo.” Her eyes fixed onto the little girl, head tilting to the other side as she fasted one end of the chain to the other. It formed a loop just a little too small for Jemima’s own head. “Sure. I’ll play.” Her face transformed with a grin, filled with white teeth. The teenager scrambled to her feet, not bothering to brush herself off, and then thrust the daisy chain in the little girls’ direction. “You’ll need to wear this, and be Queen of the Park, to start us off.” It was a happy directive, as she slipped her feet back into previously discarded shoes.
“I’m Jem, by the way.”
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