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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Pacifica Narcissa Paladin
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Arabella & Xavier Paladin (NPCs)
Residence: Palatine Hall, England (unplottable)
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?N/A
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? N/A
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Aries Paladin, Remus Gaius Nonpareil, Asteria Nonpareil, Arsenius Paladin
Biography: (100 words minimum.)She was always a pet, darling Pacifica (or Cissy, for she had never decided which of her two names she liked best, and liked to be called each in turn). Dainty and delicate and bright with lovely dark eyes, mischievous ways, and a few pettily mean habits that charmed rather than annoyed her family, Pacifica enjoyed a serene childhood. She was not only spoiled but loved, and raised by two intelligent people who had had the good fortune to find love in their arranged marriage. As a result of this fortuitous upbringing, Pacifica grew into quite a clever girl with intelligent tastes and ambitious inclinations -- if not always the best intentions. She always had a selfish streak and tendency to enjoy trouble.
And the high-spirited Pacifica has only gotten more troublesome over the years. Educated for a short time in Salem and now privately tutored, the restless Pacifica is waiting to go to Hogwarts in the following term.
Until then, she plans on spending her time wisely. People need to be offended, clothes bought, and husbands found. Yes, yes -- precocious tyke, our darling Pacifica.
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:”Play?”
Playing?
Pacifica hardly wanted to. She was tired today, and -- for all that she liked to get up to while on the ground -- had never been too thrilled by the idea of heights. She didn’t think that pint-sized broomsticks designed to only graze grass would change that opinion, either.
Much less a nasally little tot screeching after her company.
Suppressing several unkinder urges, the blonde sighed and let a smile melt over her mouth.
“Well,” said the older girl as she closed her book with one hand. “I’m not sure I’ll manage with a broom that small. Do you happen to have another?” She tilted her head, brown eyes shrewdly bright.
She doubted they did. Babies were entrusted only with tapeworm-long sticks for a reason, so with luck the brats would leave her alone and she could go back to her book.
(Children were much more interesting in books, anyway, she thought waspishly. She could hardly see that flesh improved their concept much.
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