Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

Name:Indigo Summer Roundtree

Birthdate:July 14, 1962

Year: First

Hometown:New Orleans, Louisiana

Bloodline:Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one):Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):Charms

Previous Education: Indigo was homeschooled by her mother Elisa, learning basic arithmetic and how to read the english language. At the age of ten, she was introduced to rootwork, which her father hoped would help her with her studies in Alchemy at Salem Institute later the next year.

Biography: Who were the real witches anyway? Certainly not the mambos and hougans her father had claimed possessed true magic. But after watching a voodoo priest beg possession by Le Grande Zombi, she knew her father was wrong. True magic was in the blood, and no amount of practice could bring it out if it just wasn’t there. Hoodoo, rootwork… such shallow life-taps into the Well of Wyrd.

Indigo didn’t want to learn hoodoo. The books her father had given her on the roots of the world paled in comparison to her early studies of witchcraft and Northern Lore. To her it seemed the Europeans had it right, even though their magic was just as hollow as any other muggle’s.  But Beowulf, the Icelandic Sagas, the Edas, and the Viking Havamal—it all just melted in her mouth and dripped off her tongue like true poetry should. And true poetry had MEANING.

She read it, scribbled on it, underlined it, highlighted it, tore it, lost it, slept with it… All just to glean more information on the way the world worked. The way the universe kept track of everything and everyone. The Well of Wyrd…

She closed her book, an old leather thing her grandmother had given her before she died. “Grandma…”
Indigo eased herself off the squeaking mattress and looked into her dusty mirror, wiped away the grit. She had Gran’s eyes; blue and innocent. She had her mother’s skin; pale, but tanned from eleven summers out on the bayou. Her father came through in her hair; dark and coarse from mixed Creole blood, but not completely ethnic.

Creole… She searched for any sign. The hair was the only thing remotely like her father’s features. Oh how she wanted him to see her as his and for what she was—a decent, tough, good-hearted witch of the true blood. The magical blood.  She wished her father would let her mother teach her about the Fates and the Runes instead of force-feeding her rootwork disguised as preparation for the Institute. She went along with it, albeit unwillingly. But she seemed to have a natural instinct for it somehow…

The sky was grey outside; a storm was brewing. Sooner or later she would have to choose how she wanted to live her life, whether following her father’s direction by dragging her feet or embracing the teachings of the North. “But…” She faced her reflection once again, drawing her eyebrows into a look of confusion. “If the Institute is the true blood… then what are the other things?” Indigo looked down at her book, a worn and beaten copy of Beowulf that had already been digested in her brain and instantly she knew.

Packing the rest of her things, she lugged her heavy trunk out into the rain where her father waited grimly with the car. He would be happy she had left the book behind. A new road stretched before them as they drove, and Indigo smiled to herself as she realized one more way she was like her father. They had both learned to let go.


Sample Roleplay:
What were partner projects about anyway?

Simon wasn't a loner, but he loathed any type of assignment that required him to team up with anyone. In his book, the only truly trustworthy student was himself. So naturally, when he'd been instructed to team of with a classmate and turn in a research report on the Muggle-American Civil War, Simon had been rather disappointed.

The library that afternoon was deserted aside from Simon and his partner. Before them lay a plethora of textbooks. Wars: Old and New by Kevin Torvalt. When You Say Civil... by Emma Jean. Each book was old and worn even more than the last. In a way, it was almost impressive that the books had lasted this long and still been put to such good use. Simon figured that there weren't many things for which that could be said.

Simon leafed through a copy of Understanding America by Harvey Wires, sighing heavily as each page flipped over on top of itself. He wondered what the student next to him was thinking. He was thinking that this was a drag. These books were probably boring beyond belief, despite their interesting appearance. The library was stuffy from the heat outside. Finally growing too bored from the text, Simon slammed the book shut and sat upright.

"How about I write the essay and stuff? You can just put your name on it. Sound good?"

Sample Roleplay Response:
Indigo looked up, shocked that her partner had finally spoken. All she had heard from him while trying to read were the huffs of his breath and the flipping of pages from one chapter to another. She honestly had no idea how he read so fast, but she also assumed he had skipped more than half of it--It WAS pretty boring...

She looked at her half-written paper tiredly. She must have been here for hours...

"You can use my draft for notes. Besides, I think it would be better for you to keep the "I" out of "Team". Wouldn't you agree?"

Instantly she regretted saying it. Her stomach grumbled as if to protest, making her realize she hadn't eaten since breakfast. Looking at her watch, she sighed. It was already 5:30. They would be serving dinner pretty soon, and she needed to eat. She always got cranky when she needed to eat.