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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name:Foster Francis Wickham
Gender: Male
Age: 13 - Oct 26, 1956
Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Franklin and Darlene Wickham
Residence:Bristol, 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:Scarlet & Co.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Each childhood is vastly different. There could never be two that were precisely the same. Life would be incredibly boring if every family was normal, if everyone acted the same or thought identically. However, not every upbringing was the best, depending on the perspective. Some were negative, toxic, and lacking in the fun factor. Much like Foster's, there was a sheltered umbrella where their visions were too cloudy to see what was in front of them. Franklin and Darlene Wickham were pureblood elitists, very prominent in the upper-class wizarding community. Hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the Wickhams preached the importance of keeping bloodline pure, of separation between the classes. The family of five traveled across the country holding seminars and speaking at different known elitist locations. They were held in high regard by their peers and were known within those communities. Zavier, Foster, and Bennett were uprooted from their family home in America, and traveled across the globe to find a new home. The three boys began their first term at Hogwarts in 1968 after moving to Bristol, England. It was there that their parents began their hateful preaching and began generating a following. Foster was mostly quiet and kept to himself unless spoken to but could be a little obnoxious during classes. It was clear the three were related with their unique looks. But Foster didn't mind being different, though he noticed his accent was slowly fading.
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:The parks in their new home were slightly different than back in America. There didn’t seem to be any wild flowers growing or anything remotely interesting to do. Maybe that meant Foster was beginning to grow up, like his brother Zav.
But probably not. He was a lot smarter than his brother anyway. Better looking too, but their mother wouldn’t admit. Zav had an uglier face but it was unbecoming of him to say that or whatever his dad said.
Foster followed the youngest brother to another group of kids, and he cringed internally. No way did he want to play with a bunch of little kids but he didn’t have much of a choice. It was his turn to watch over Bennett and he really didn’t want to get caught disobeying.
“Uh, I think my brother would. Why don’t ya ask him?”OTHERHow did you find us?
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