Character Name: Sarah Ann Darcy
Gender: Female
Age: 10
Secret Phrase: Tibbles beard of power
Education: Taught basic skills at home but is not at the age to attend Hogwarts yet.
Community Applying To: Elsewhere
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? (family etc): Nope
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (example St Mungo's, Children's Home, the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management? If yes please explain. Nope
Biography: (300 words minimum.)
"Oh, dear, you speak as if you have any participation in the destination of your future at all."
Sarah hadn't even waited for her mothers sickly giggles to stop resonating around the large room before she left the dinner table at once and retreated to the sanctuary of her bedroom without dismissal. She hated when they talked about her future like she wasn't there, like she wasn't a person with feelings and opinions but merely a doll for them to fashion to their own design. She learnt from that day, from the age of 5, that she would have no choice over anything. Not even her own life.
She had only been little and had found herself huddled under her bedding with her stuffed unicorn crying. Crying because he had wanted to be a unicorn tamer so badly, crying because her mother had laughed at her as if it were a stupid dream, and crying because she knew she was growing up and she would soon have to face the life they had created for her. If it had been now, however, she wouldn't have cried. She would have clenched her teeth and smiled at her mother. Smiled whilst concocting ways in order to defy her.
From then on she had trained herself mercilessly to hide her emotions, to not share her burdens with anyone but her journal and her friend Louis. She had met Louis when she was 8 and had found out he was 14. Being mature for her age, as she already knew what life had in store for her, they hit it off straight away and became best friends. He had lived in the town down the hill from their manor and she had often travelled the distance to meet him. They shared secrets and talked about the future and generally what was on their minds. They were always together, he felt like her big brother, much better than Ezra any day. Occasionally, Sarah would invite him back to the house and she would play the piano for him and he would sit and listen, then clap when she had finished. She would curtsy and then they would both laugh. Laugh about how silly they looked. Laugh about how ridiculously easy life seemed. Laugh because they knew it couldn't last...even if she wanted to, Sarah knew nothing good ever lasted.
And she had been right. Two years later she would find herself slamming her bedroom door in fury, her face red with large tear drops threatening to burst free from her eyes. She wouldn't cry, it would mean they had won. She had angrily dabbed her eyes with the back of her sleeve and set off to play the piano loudly and aggressively. It had been this day that her mother had forbidden her to see anymore of Louis, her best friend. Her only friend. Her mother had told her she had been feeling uncomfortable at how close they were getting, at how it was inappropriate for a girl of 10 and a boy of 16 to have such a relationship. Sarah hadn't seen the problem, neither had Louis or his family but her mother had, and therefore there was no questioning the matter. Her mother didn’t understand, she didn’t want to understand. To Sarah, Louis had been more like family than any of her real family had been and now her mother had ruined it. Louis would have to go, taking their friendship and the majority of her happiness with him.
Later on, she overheard the real reason when she slipped down late at night one winter evening. She hadn't been able to sleep and had gone to find a house elf to get her some hot chocolate. Instead she found her mother and father still awake in his study. It was strictly forbidden for her to enter without permission but she didn't intend to and didn't need to. The door had been ajar anyway and she had arrived at just the right time to hear about how her mother had 'successfully removed the filthy muggle born from her daughters life'. Her only regret was that it hadn't been fast enough. Sarah suspected her mother thought she would have forgotten about Louis after a couple of months, but she hadn’t. Sarah herself felt betrayed somehow, that maybe if he had told her he was a muggle born in the first place they could have avoided becoming friends and the sadness she had felt at loosing him. Now all she felt was hatred, hatred for having had to show her emotions all those months ago when her mother had first told her they couldn't see each other again. Hatred for Louis for not telling her in the first place. Hatred for muggle borns who she suspected to be all the same, liars and trouble makers. From that day on, she hadn't spoken to any of the half bloods or muggle borns in the town below and only a passing nod or careless wave to the pure blooded families if anything. She retreated into her own company, a cold face shielding her feelings from the world.
Sample RP:
Reply as your character to the following:
It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.
The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.
Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:
"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."
She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."
To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.
REPLY
It was frosty out tonight and only a fool would still be wandering the streets in this weather. One wrong footstep would send them tumbling, mostly likely earning themselves an injury. It would be their own fault however, foolish people who took on more than they could, Sarah did not sympathise with them. She was sensible, at the first sign of darkness she had settled herself into a small cafe for a warm drink and something to eat. She didn't intend to go home yet, she didn't intend to go anywhere.
Her mother and father would probably be worried, she had reassured them she would only be gone a couple of hours. Of course, she had been lying. Sarah simply wanted them to let her leave and the only way to do that was to lie. It wasn't as if lying was a new thing to Sarah, she did it frequently but only when she felt she had to. She wasn't one to lie for no reason, that was what people without brains did.
She had ordered herself hot chocolate and after checking the mug was of substantial cleanliness she clasped her cold hands around it. The hot mug immediately sent heat flowing through her body and as she took it to her mouth the chocolatey scent filling her nose she relaxed for the first time since she left the manor. She would have to enjoy this time because she knew soon her parents would be hot on her heel. It was if they had implanted a tracking device into her or something, they always turned up eventually. As she placed the cup to her lips, about to take her first sip of the silky chocolate drink she felt a tug at her winter cloak.
Sarah froze, her eyes unmoving from the mug in front of her. How had they found her so quickly, they could have at least given her the chance to finish her drink. Then again, her parents were never reasonable. She slowly lowered her mug, dragging the action out to deliberately annoy her mother or father, whoever had ventured out to get her. When she turned to face them however, neither of them were before her. Instead she came face to face with a young girl, one who was much younger than herself.
"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home. He misses my and his mommy."
Sarah raised her shapely eyebrow to the girl. The first thought that ran through her mind was that she had interrupted her first sip of her drink to inform her of her own idiocy. If the girl, who looked barely old enough to be walking, didn't know her way around she shouldn't have strayed from her mother. She was however only young and Sarah faintly remembered being that age. How the world was large and exciting with so many new things to explore, she wouldn't have been surprised if she herself had wandered off a couple of times. The sheer amount her mother coddled her as a young girl would have made it almost impossible to sneak off, the thought removed itself from her mind immediately.
"I suspect you wandered off from your mother, that was a bit silly of you now wasn't it. Especially since it is getting rather dark outside. You are currently in Esmerelda's Haughty Hideaway."
Sarah shuffled up slight before gesturing to the now spare seat beside her. Sighing she slipped the hot chocolate over to the younger girl encouraging her to drink up. Although she had been rather looking forward to drink that she could always order another one, the girl looked like she'd been in the cold for a while.
"Now, where did you last see your mother. Can you remember the name of the shop?"
