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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Lucille Gemna Hopland
Gender: Female
Age: 11
Bloodline: Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): NPC(s) – Agatha Hopland (née Ebersbach), Ruther Hopland, Annalise Hopland
[Current Guardian]Residence: 1102 Stonebroker Street, Second Floor, Flat #6, Wizarding London
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Nope, don’t think so.
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: (100 words minimum.)Lucille Hopland was born to Agatha and Ruther Hopland on May 2nd in a sleepy town just along the border of Scotland and England. She was their first and only child, but was more than a handful for the usually, soft-spoken couple. Lucille, being born at a staggering 6 lbs. 4 ounces, was always slightly smaller than everyone her age. She bruised easily and because of the fairness of her skin the bruises showed quite clearly through all her clothing. Many of the adults who saw Lucille as a child believed her parents were at fault for the bruises when in reality Lucille could never sit still. Her outlet for her energy, and later her uncontrollable magic, was running around, climbing on things, exploring, and generally putting herself in danger. She was a brave child – that much was obvious – but also reckless and an accident-prone like you wouldn’t believe.
Lucille’s mother, Agatha, was a German muggle who met Lucille’s father, Ruther, an irish halfblood, while he was on an “intelligence gathering” mission for the Ministry of Magic in Germany. They fell in love in the middle of his mission and despite the dangers Ruther tried his best to spend as much time with her as he could before he returned to England. On the last day of his assignment, he finally realized how much he needed her and convinced her to move to England with him. It’s safe to say a little over 6 months later the happy couple was married and settled in a small cottage in Bellingham, where two years later Lucille would be born.
Lucille’s mother and father weren’t the wealthiest lot around; however, they worked hard before getting together and the small amount of money both their families left them allowed them to live comfortably, and spoil their only daughter to their heart’s content. (Within reason of course.) Lucille had her parents wrapped around her little fingers like no other. She learned early on in life that a simple puppy dog look, or a twirl of her ginger curls and a cheeky smile could have them bending over backwards for her. Her parents could be stern at times with her too, but for a little girl she could be just as persistent, if not more, when she wanted things to go her way. She was blunt too, preferring to get straight to the point than dawdle about meaningless things. “Wasting time that could be spent playing” is what she calls it. However, underneath that stubborn-mule personality she likes portray is an utterly innocent and pure-hearted little girl. One who knows nothing about the cruelty of the world she lives in and could be as ignorant as a newborn baby.
But like all good things her picture-perfect childhood came to a sudden end with the time warp. When the year rolled back around to 1937 Lucille’s mother stayed in the present time, or “future”, and Lucille and her father were on their own. Lucille’s father was crippled by the loss of his wife and became a shell of his former self, slowly withdrawing day by day. It wasn’t until the middle of the summer in 1937, when Lucille’s paternal grandmother contacted them to make sure they were all right, did things start looking better. Once Annalise Hopland, a squib who got caught up in the warp, realized the terrible mental conditions her son and granddaughter were in she moved in with them to try to support them as they grieved the loss of Agatha. Although it didn’t show until a few weeks later, Lucille was relieved at having a mother figure in her life again, and slowly started coming out of her funk. She ate more, sulked less, and was becoming her exuberant self again.
Her father was a different story.
No matter what he tried he simply couldn’t get over the loss of his wife. And after making sure Lucille would be in good hands with his mother, Lucille’s father quit his job at the Ministry, left all his money and possessions under her name (which she would gain full rights to once she turned eighteen), and left his mother a simple note:
Mum,
I’m sorry but I can’t go on without her. I leave Lucille in your hands. There’s enough money in her bank account for her school funds and the house is yours to do with it what you will. Don’t bother searching for me; I won’t be found.
I’m sorry,
Ruther
P.S Tell Lucy not to give you too much trouble. And give her a big kiss for me too, for both of us.Lucille’s grandmother found the note first and tried to break the news to Lucille as gently as possible, but Lucille knew before the words even left her mouth. She had seen the way her father looked at her before she left for the day with her grandmother. His eyes held their usual grief but there was something else, something worse. She remembered feeling his arms hug her a little tighter than usual and she had hugged back just as hard thinking it was a game; who could squeeze the hardest?
During the weeks that followed, Lucille’s grandmother packed up their stuff, sold the cottage, and whisked them away to a small flat in Wizarding London where they currently reside.
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:There was only one thing on her mind as Lucille clambered down her favorite willow tree in Godric Park, the branches bending ominously as the little girl effortless made her way back to the ground. If she was someone else she would’ve been terrified of the fragile branches splitting right down the middle from her weight, but the trees had been there as long, if not longer, than she had. If nothing had managed to damage them before what would 60 lbs. extra do? Nothing. Besides Lucille had been climbing trees ever since she was a mere 6 years old. Nearly gave her mom a heart attack, but the view is always worth it.
Lucille let out a muffled gasp as one of her sneakers missed a branch and her whole body leaned back precariously.
“Focus Lou, you need to get home fast and breaking a leg won’t stop mamie’s wrath if we’re late again!” The young girl reprimanded herself under her breath, and once her feet hit solid ground she took off running. She had approximately two minutes to make it to the park’s entrance to meet her grandmother and the park entrance was a good quarter-mile away. If she sprinted the whole way she could probably make it, but sprinting a quarter mile was not on her to do list that day.
The sensation of something flapping against her shoe pulled her from her frantic thoughts and with a quick look down she realized her shoelace was untied. She reminded herself to not step on a pathway with potential tripping hazards and looked back up to see where she was going. Unfortunately for her by the time she did look up another figure was upon her.
“You!” The other girl said. “Do you want to play?”
“No! Watch out!” Lucille tried to pivot her body as to not crash into the girl as she ran past, but the girl’s sudden appearance and her own momentum proved to be too much, knocking both girls to the ground in a pile of limbs. “Geez Louise, what is your head made out of?!” Lucille brushed the other girl’s foot off her shoulder and reached around to rub the sore spot on the back of her head. Her clumsy fingers prodded it harder than she would’ve liked and she winced at the sensation, letting out a disgruntled noise. That was definitely going to bruise.
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