Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Paloma Beatta Moretti


Gender: Female


Age: Sixteen - December 20, 1946


Bloodline: Muggleborn


Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):

Lorenzo and Noemi Moretti (NPC)


Residence:

London, England


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: Calyx Elfman, Genesis Bennet


Biography: (100 words minimum.)


The Morettis were an Italian-English family. The patriarch, Enzo,was always a very passionate man, both about his legacy and his family. He worked very long hours to make his parents proud, and eventually met a fiery English woman who matched him. Noemi was once an early childhood educator, but once she married Enzo, the pair began a chain of authentic Italian restaurants in England.


After a few years passed, the couple gave up on having biological children. They shifted their focus to expanding their business. A year after, however, Noemi was able to conceive and their miracle babies were born. Twins Paloma and Rosso were born just before Christmas, making it an even more joyous occasion for the family. Their darling daughter was born one minute and thirty seconds before Rosso, a fact she would go on to reference occasionally. (That didn’t matter, as Rosso always acted like the big brother as the two grew up together.)


Magic manifested in the twins when they were just two years old. Both were sitting on the ground, babbling away, seemingly playing with a ball when it disappeared. A fit of giggles erupted when it appeared again, and so on and so forth. Enzo and Noemi weren’t sure what to do but love them, bless their hearts. They were wholly ignorant of the magical world until the children’s letters came and they fully immersed themselves into it.


Of the two of them, Paloma related more naturally to others, especially their parents. Whether by instinct, knack, or disposition, she had a way of endearing herself in social situations that her more rough-edged sibling either didn't possess or didn't care to. In spite of it, no one understood Paloma better than Rosso. There was nothing she wouldn't do for her twin, and never questioned if he felt the same. It was just fact.


Though similar in many ways, in others they were night and day. Each were rather outgoing in their own way,but if Paloma was a social butterfly, Rosso was a force of nature. Both were talented students, though he more in Charms and Divination, and she in Transfiguration and Herbology. Rosso couldn't get enough of Quidditch, whereas Paloma would rather play against friends at Wizard's Chess. She thrived on encouragement from professors; Rosso balked at it.


The summer of 1963, before they were due to begin their final year at Hogwarts, Rosso dropped out. Paloma was appalled. Enough so, simply for her brother's sake, as it was detrimental to his future; of course, for what people might say about the family and what sort of parents they had. But in a smaller, admittedly selfish way, for the stigma and expectations she now bore. Paloma had to do all the better now, didn't she. Make their parents proud; show the wizarding world it wasn't their fault if Rosso was a bit of a wildchild. Prove to her professors their faith in her, at least, wouldn't be fruitless.


Rosso was a bonehead for putting all this on her shoulders.


And worst of all… she was really going to miss him.


[[Family history copied/adapted from Rosso Moretti bio with permission.]]


Roleplay:

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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:

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It was a good day for sun-bathing and people watching. Well, in her case, mostly the latter. Even supposing her ivory complexion were capable of holding a tan (and furthermore supposing her mother wouldn't fret that doing so was to risk both freckles and boys ogling her generous figure), Paloma couldn't exactly watch folk while reclined with an eye-full of sunshine. No, best all around she stuck to perusing passersby from beneath her parasole.

There was a decent variety to observe on such an idyllic, mild afternoon. Across the lawn, an older woman was walking her krupp; a couple on a bench were holding hands and talking quietly. Shadows overhead came from a trio of boys; judging by the excitement in their voices, reenacting a famous grab from one Quidditch team or other.

Then there was the young girl, whose mounting frustration with the boys on their brooms had finally reached a crescendo.

"You!" the girl cried, turning her attention off the sky.

Paloma's gaze shifted from covert to overt. Her smile was friendly enough. "Why don't you try that again, love." Manners aside, there was no indulging a demanding child.

The girl stymied, and seemed to rethink her approach.

"Do you want to play?"

A more natural, inviting smile curve her lips.

"I'd love to. What sounds fun?"

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