Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Denise Martens
Gender: Female
Birthday: Aug. 19, 1926
Age: 33
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Education: Durmstrang
Residence: England
Occupation Mediwitch

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? St. Mungo's

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

• Charms: 7
• Divination: 10
• Transfiguration: 10
• Summoning: 5

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:
Oliver Darcy
Veronica Bradenton

Biography:
300 words min

Every since Denise was little she had the heart & soul of a nurse; it began when she was just three years old the day she found a wounded bird in the families backyard. Much to the surprise of everyone who was around that day; she seemed to know exactly what to do in order to care for this little animal. When asked later about it she couldn't explain it "I just knew." she'd say.

Fast forward to the early morning hours before her sixth birthday; this wasn't really a joyous occasion as it should have been. During the night while she slept {or perhaps it was in the early morning hours} Denise woke up in a cold sweat with a strong sense of dread. As if her body was moving of it's own accord she walked to the living room where she found her father sleeping on the couch. Yeah this happened a lot; her mother would get upset with him mostly for stupid stuff & make him sleep on the couch. However on this night {morning? whatever} Denise got this strange sense of dread that her father wasn't sleeping; as she drew closer to him; the little bit of light coming inside from the over casted moon she could see his skin was blue. Someway, somehow; her father had died in his sleep & somehow she knew about it before anyone else did.

Needless to say her life has always been full of strange events; after the situation on her sixth birthday Denise had been sent to go live with her grandparents as her mother couldn't handle it all. Now Denise's mother & grandmother has never gotten along; it could have something to do with how different they are; the moment Denise went to go live with her grandparents she got to find out just how different they were. You see even though her grandmother is actually a Squib; but she always felt a special connection to the spiritual world; Psychic phenomena was something she excelled at for a long time. She might not be able to delve into the world of Divination but she had in fact made a promising career as a Psychic among the Muggle's.

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:

Ah Christmas….it used to be Denise's favorite time of year alas since the death of her father, both grandparents on her mother's side {she never knew the grandparents on her father's side} not long after she got accepted to Durmstrang. Not to mention her own mother wanted nothing to do with her; yeah she no longer felt the same about holidays like she used to but Christmas was the worse.

Even though she should have been working every Christmas to keep her mind off everything instead she would walk from pub to pub drinking herself into a coma. She was just leaving the second pub more than a little tipsy when out of no where someone ran into her. She would have been fine had it not been for the snow & ice on the ground; when she fell on the ground she hit her head on a patch of ice on the ground making it difficult for her to form anything close to a sentence "Ubbity dubbity."

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