Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Willow Reid
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Blood Status: Half-blood

Education:
Will attended Gokstad Academy in Norway. She excelled in the medicinal medical arts. She found healing and the human body fascinating. Moving forward, she wants to enter St. Mungos and study magical psychology and the human brain.
 
Residence:
Will currently is renting a room in London while they look for a more permanent residence.

Occupation
Will wants to be a magical psychologist studying magical brain injuries. She is currently unemployed and living off savings while she attempts to find employment and training opportunities at St. Mungos.

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?
No.

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: 8
• Divination: 6
• Transfiguration: 11
• Summoning: 7

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:
None.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Willow, who goes by Will, and is 33 years old. Her parents were Archilbald Reid of Scotland and her mother was Astrid Jorgensen. Archi is an eccentric man with an affinity for wandlore. Willow grew up on stories of the most unique and odd wands in history. Her father followed the stories of the strongest wands in  history, coming up with conspiracies and theories about their makers, wielders, and where they’ve disappeared to. He experimented with wands, obsessed with creating new types of wands with unique abilities. Willow spent her early years trekking across the country side and continent in search of new types of woods and other whittling material or perhaps exotic, new cores. Her mother excelled in charms and often would take her husband’s wands, applying charms and other spells to see how they affected the casting ability. Not unexpectedly, Will’s household was prone to injury. She quickly became adept at patching up scapes, burns, abrasions and setting sprains. Astrid noted her daughter’s abilities with basic healing and sent her child to Gokstad Academy in her home country of Norway.

Astrid had the privilege of spending much of her time with her family in Norway, getting to know cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. Many of her summer months were spent going between Norway and Scotland; her parents often would stop in Norway to pick her up before their various wand seeking adventures. However, each time Will saw her father again after any extended absence, he seemed more and more volatile, forgetful, and impulsive. It caused rifts between Astrid and Archi and left Will desperate to spend less and less time with her parents.

As her studies continued and her understanding of magical medicine and healing progressed, she began to better understand that her father’s moodiness and personality shift was due to physiological damage that was not being addressed by the healers in Britain. As Will researched this further, she came to understand that the wizarding world held very little understanding of the long term effects of prolonged physical injuries.

After graduation, Will spent many years traveling on her own and working odd jobs to save money wherever she landed when her gold and silver ran out. Traveling provided her with the opportunity to meet new people, study new languages and cultures, and experience magic in new ways. However, in the last 2-3 years, her father's condition ha worsened and he had become unstable mentally, behaviorally, and magically. It was time for Will to return home and do what she could for her family, supporting her mother and finding the best care for her father.

Seeking understanding and answers, Will is now in search of further training in healing, specifically around the mind and the brain, looking for answers to save her father's body and mind.


Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

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:
Will was not enjoying the snow. She hadn’t been in London for many years. She had only been back in Britain for three days now and it was already snowing. She had plenty of snow back in Norway. She did not need it here today, hindering her abilities to move freely through the streets of Diagon Alley.

Will’s patience was waning as she tried not to jostle too many people. Oh for  Merlin’s sake! Will thought as someone stepped on her toe and another shorter and stubbier woman elbowed her in the side. Haven’t these people ever heard of personal space!? she gripped, elbowing back twice as hard.

Suddenly, someone mimicked the expletive in Will’s head as she felt someone shove her from behind. Letting out a loud yelp, and banging her knee on the cobblestone, Will found herself on the ground, covered in glitter of all things. Growling, she bit out, ”you have got to be kidding me.”Will’s knee was bloody and her new muggle style pants were torn and stained. She could take care of the rip well enough but the stain may be harder to get out of the fabric.

Scowling, Will turned around and found an elderly man sprawled out behind her. He had obviously fallen accidentally, losing his grip on …. A box of tinsel … and slammed into her back. Instantly, her training kicked in and despite her irritability, she began scanning the old man for injuries, putting a hand out to steady him. Begrudgingly, Will said, ”Sir, are you injured? Are you all right?”


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