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Elsewhere Accepted / Cadwallader, Aethelreld [Remaster]
« on: 04/08/2014 at 07:48 »
E L S E W H E R E A D U L T
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Aethelreld Isaiah Cadwallader[Formerly Callum Pope]
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Education:
Home-school [3-10]
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry [11-17]
Residence:
Originally a quaint music store, shelved between the high-rise buildings of Jazz Age New York.
Occupation
Pianist and Composer
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?
Nope (uwu
Requested Magic Levels:
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- Charms: 11
- Divination: 7
- Transfiguration: 7
- Summoning: 7
Cadwalladers.
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Corentine Thorne etc.
Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Aethelreld had grown up with a myriad of interchangeable pseudonyms, many of which were reluctant decisions without his consent. He was born with an identity that glared shame and mortification that had forced him into a disposition of anonymity. An illegitimate offspring, an unintended fruit that was the outcome of empty promises and emotional devastation, after a short-lived intrigue between a guileless young woman and a despondent widower.
The young woman was Katherine Pope, wandering in the dangerous wonderland of Muggle London with dreamy eyes and a pocket full of youthful ideal. Abandoning a past that held little happy memory or experience of joy at all, Katherine travels to the promising British land that she hopes to offer her respite and a chance to attain freedom.
She was attracted to the mysterious and sad melancholy that smouldered sparkling embers in those eyes, Katherine could not help but feel the desire the close the distance between them. It was that faraway gaze full of thought that pulled her in, Katherine wanted to provide warmth and relief for those eyes that quietly pleaded. Compassion that bubbled within her compelled to render him a paradise, a haven safe from the sorrow that plagued his heavy mind.
Slow it was the process to forget her committed principles, Katherine sank into the irrevocable depths of chaste devotion. In the physical pleasure and mental elation, she forgot the pocket full of aspirations and dreams that she has yet to make reality. Everything else seemed to fade into the vacuous backdrop that blurred beyond the man that had now occupied her every thought. Nothing came to surpass his presence. It was certain that there would come a day Katherine would regret, but then she knew that the future was far from her fingertip's reach and she could only muster enough sense to entertain the ephemeral present.
Early signs of her pregnancy began to show increasing emphasis, it first brought surprise then soon after euphoria Katherine has never had the privilege to experience. Imagination conjured delusions that would come to be shattered by the harsh silhouette of her beloved at the news of Aethelreld's conception. Ardent passion that burned brightly in her heart was immediately extinguished, her chest awash with suffocating despair and dread.
Aethelreld was an adored child among his neighbors, for his angelic attractiveness and his docile nature that was amiss in the youths that ran amok the neighborhood. They were all especially fond of his musical talent and quiet helpfulness, if not perturbed by his absolute silence and emotional comatose. Most of them understood that the Popes guarded their secrecy, offering to help whenever possible as they were pitiful for Katherine's intermittent psychosis that erupted at a spastic pattern, her sweet tenderness was a well-known trait amongst her peers and earned her some favor, but the psychosis that ruined her made parents weary.
When Aethelreld was 8, he received a scar from a frantic Katherine that was pacing on the fringes of sanity, armed with a small knife after returning home one afternoon. Aethelreld succeeded to comfort her and helped her to her bedroom, Katherine blubbered rubbish and murmured a secret that Aethelreld still carries in his heavy heart today, it anchors him to a reality that he denies. His feather light steps are burdened, no longer hovering. The wound from the swipe of blade healed almost instantly without his notice, but the faint scar reminds him of the truth that he shelves deep in his old soul. Beads of rain pelt sharply on the healthy pink cicatrix that was a stark contrast to his milky skin, as he stood crowded by a morose throng. His indifference bothered most of the guests that attended the sepulchre funeral. His brows knitted together inconspicuously, as shoveled dirt sprawls across his mother's nailed coffin, but his small frame is blocked by the looming wall of mourning visitors whom fail to take notice.
In the days that follow his ruminative daze, Aethelreld stayed with the affable librarian whom offers to be his guardian in his mothers' absence, is rearranging the books as he always did before. His mother often left him in the care of Mrs Knightley, the said librarian. He is visited by a stranger that speaks with a peculiar accent that his alien to him, there is awful resemblance that Aethelreld could not place and did not care to, Aethelreld is questioned by the stranger who was unable to contain the fitful surge of grief that choked his words, the underlying nuance that was influenced by his sorrow.
He is brought into a world that is completely foreign to him, but Aethelreld is not concerned, nothing seems to bother him at all. The children in the big house did not take a liking to him, often ignored his existence and refused to offer him any friendliness of visible sort. Yet, as long as he had his music and the ideal world that only existed in his psyche, Aethelreld was at peace. He allowed his existence to fade, watching the recognition of his presence dwindle as did the precious little memory of his mother, but the secret that afflicts him with a feeling that causes a ripple in his halcyon heart.
He is sent to Hogwarts, a school of magical wizardry that Aethelreld could have only found in the fairytales and children's stories that he often retreated to, a sanctum untainted and undisturbed by the harsh truths. Aethelreld earns popularity amongst the female populace of Hogwarts, he became a subject of gossip and teen infatuation. His estranged behavior towards all his relatives in the school provides fuel for virulent bavardage.Aethelreld becomes a fine young man, refined and polite, sophisticated but reticent. He graduates with outstanding appraisal.
Aethelreld returned to Muggle New York shortly after his graduation, and delved into the musical career that will earn him anonymous repute and prestige in the years that follow. He now composes and performs under the alias that was once his own true identity, Callum Pope.
Roleplay:
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:
Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.
And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.
Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.
"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.
"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.
"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.
Roleplay Response:
Aethelreld walked calmly, shouldering past the magical crowds that donned bright colors in celebration of the holiday. His attire is a subtle combination of monochrome, the season's fluffy deluge added spots of pristine white that also found their way into his tousled hair of honeyed floss. A pair of blue depths peered from beneath immaculate brows, looking at the swirl of dismal billow that was the winter morning sky. The smell of ice wafted in the frigid breeze.
He paused slightly, his step hovering slightly over the trampled white bed of snow. The uncomfortable brush of coarse tinsel tickles his straight nose, coiling around his broad shoulders. He bows his head slightly, and the lurid red and gold tinsel fell into his gloved palm, the glare of bright color blazed against the dark onyx fabric.
Wordlessly, Aethelreld returned the tinsel to the apologizing older man, his head nods slightly in acknowledgement of his string of apologies. With a bow of his head, Aethelreld turned to meld into the flowing bevy of wizards. His thoughtfully blank eyes on the trampled blanket of frost beneath his feet.
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