Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Xanthe Amberghast

Birthday: October 10th 1954

Hometown: Richmond, UK

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration

Year (pick two): 4th (5th)

Biography:
In the tallest room of Harrowdown Hall’s tallest wing an enchanted ceiling narrated the entire history of the Amberghast family, from acorn to mighty oak, golden faces glowing like stars overhead. It would have been easy to coast, to maintain perfection, to keep her head in the clouds until she joined her ancestors in the stars, but despite four siblings, all at least a decade her senior, Xanthe Amberghast had not lived a single moment of her life in anyone’s shadow.

However, the cost of great privilege was great expectation. The day she was born she was swaddled up in a two-page Daily Prophet spread, a cosy and dreadfully tasteful peice; by the time she was two she began to attend every single event and function her parents would attend, not idling in their shadow but an extension of them and of their name, bright and bold and of course a brat, but one too clever to let them see behind the curtain; at four the best tutors and education, her travels taking her all across Europe, gold never an obstacle to an Amberghast.

In short, the girl who had everything was expected to be everything, and to always make it look easy.

Despite this, it wasn’t until the day Xanthe Amberghast understood what the dark marks meant, scattered and scorched into the family tree, that she truly began to understand her family.

She could always remember their jokes, the incessant lashing of their tongues, the unspoken competition between all of them to see who could best sharpen their knife, and who could sink it deepest. When she remembered her ‘sister’, banished from the family before Xanthe could even talk, she didn’t remember her face or what she was like; she barely even remembered her name, so seldom spoken—all she remembered was the dark mark, the shape of scored into the tapestry, the golden strands of hair painted like a halo around her head, touched deeply by the cleansing fire but enduring still, stubbornly, at the fraying of the edges.

And as she came to this realisation, without her siblings, without her parents, without the constant doting and adoration of her grandmother Cosima, it wasn’t love she thought of—though she felt it wallow within, endlessly—but something much simpler, like a promise.

“But I am them, and they are me.”

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request: Slytherin

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

Roleplay Response:

“Oh—” she replied flatly, like the boy had just dropped his pen. “Oh dear.”

From her significant vantage—for Xanthe was tall, very tall, and the little bundle of snot was on all fours and elbow deep in worm food, screeching like a deranged harpy about the tragic loss of his rodent—her expression soured, as if she could suddenly smell two rats.

“You could clean yourself up for starters—you’re a mess. Behaving like a rat won’t help you find one,” she replied, still towering over the young child even as he stood, nose plugged, sounding like he’d swallowed a kazoo.

The flowers, which he’d thoughtfully trampled, were literally the only reason she had to pass this way, occasionally picking a few of the blossoming marigolds and threading them through her hair—this seemed to be where the boy had done the brunt of his damage, ultimately finding nothing in the flowerbed except his own humiliation.

“Or maybe you could just get used to everyone staring at you,” she helpfully suggested, a breathy giggle dying on her lips as she reached out to pat the boy on the head only to think better of it, shrugging instead.

“You’d do very well in the circus.”

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