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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Isabella Shannon O’Conner
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Connelly Conan O’Conner and Heather Isabella O’Conner. No they are not currently played characters. They are NPCs right now, but if I can find some people who would like to play them, I’d love for that to happen.
Residence: Currently she lives with her parents in a 5 bedroom home that borders Godric Park, but spends a fair amount of time with her family in Ireland at the O’Conner (Don) and O’Conner (Flay) manors, too right now. Before Hogwarts, she lived in Cairo, Egypt.
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?No, but I would like her to be someone that volunteers at the Children’s Home if possible when not at school at Hogwarts.
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:Irene Cecily O’Conner, Kynan O’Conner, & Sanja Waldemar
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Isabella was named after her mother, great-great grandmother, and great grandmother. It has always been very common in her family that children are named after relatives, and Bella was no exception. She was the first child of Connelly and his wife Heather, and was born on September 1, 1932.
However, unlike most O’Conner Don members, she was not born at the family manor in Connacht. Rather, she was born abroad in Egypt while her parents were working with a team of wizarding anthropologists as junior members at numerous dig sites.
Her parents both were always fascinated with ancient wizarding culture and history, and both knew each other long before their Hogwarts days, where both were Ravenclaws. The two were drawn to one another with their common interests in history, art, anthropology, and architecture and dated one another while at Hogwarts even though Connelly was three years older. When Connelly graduated, he first went to Italy for some further study in wizarding history, and kept in touch with his girlfriend Heather.
When she graduated, three years later, the two arranged to go to Cairo to further their studies, and it was there they got married. Connelly’s family was not happy that he had decided to get wed away from the family manor, but they eventually forgave him when they saw how happy he was there, abroad with his young wife and their first child, Isabella. They remained there, in Egypt, just outside of Cairo all the way until 1938 when the threat of a world war seemed imminent. Even though the couple was based in Egypt, the two travelled to many different countries with their children where new dig sites were started, as requested by the Egyptian Wizarding government, and eventually Connelly became the leader of his own wizarding anthropology team. His wife never left his side, and he made sure, whatever team he was assigned to, she was assigned with him because family is nearly everything, and he couldn’t bear the thought of being away from his wife and children.
As a result, Isabella and her two younger siblings (Heather and Connelly, Jr.) have been to places many people could only imagine visiting. They have been to China, Japan, Egypt, Greece, and Italy, just to name a few. Since there were very few kids their age at the dig sites, the three of them became incredibly close and always watched out for one another. Loyalty to one another, knew no bounds. The three have always been inseparable, but as a result of there being very few children their ages at various dig sites, the three of them suffer in socialization skills when it comes to children their age. The three of them tried to befriend local children, muggle and wizarding ones alike, but their parents were always extremely protective of them, and leery of them doing so, so their contact with locals was always incredibly monitored.
Growing up, since the three of them were in numerous countries at so many different dig sites, Isabella, Heather, and Connelly were always tutored by their parents, or fellow dig site team members. They learned the basics, but a majority of their education was spent on Charms, History, Defensive Magic (you never knew what curses there might be lurking on various artifacts at dig sites), Potions, Herbology/Botany (so they knew what they could eat and use in case of ever getting separated from the team in the wilderness in an emergency situation), and Cultural Traditions of the locals. Very little time was ever spent in teaching them etiquette, math, the arts, and writing, so when you compare them to most fellow upper-class purebloods, the three of them appear to be almost roguish. Isabella, being the oldest, has always been a mother figure of sorts to her siblings, because her mother, was always away at dig sites with her husband.
When the threat of war was looming, Heather, Connelly, and their now three children gave up what they had in Egypt to come back to the United Kingdom, where they were closer to relatives, because anyone who knows the O’Conner Don sept knows that family is almost everything. When they came back, Connelly decided to buy a moderate house right off of Godric Park from the proceeds he had received from selling their home just outside of Cairo and landed a job in the British Ministry of Magic’s Department of Mysteries where he was tasked with deciphering and counteracting curses of numerous ancient artifacts, so more about the ancient past can be discovered, and applied to modern-day society to help better the life of all wizarding folk. One day, when his children are older, his wife and him hope to go back to field work where they can uncover more about the past. Both have missed the travel and excitement of the dig sites and unraveling riddles of the past, so ever since their return, Isabella’s parents have become stir-crazy, and it has also shown up in their children’s behaviors, too. However, both know that right now, since all of their children are fast approaching Hogwarts age, or already there, it is imperative they stay put for now so that their children might be able to become more well-rounded in both mannerisms and education.
Isabella has been at Hogwarts for three terms now, but as expected, still suffers from a lack of socialization skills when it comes to children her age. She has buried herself in her studies, when not around her siblings because, like her parents, she loves learning new things. The one good thing about her being at Hogwarts has been the fact that there are countless places to explore, to help keep her wanderlust at bay for right now. She has enjoyed playing Quidditch, and has taken a likening to volunteering at the Hogsmeade Childrens’ Home when she can. This is because she has a strong mothering instinct in her (which came from taking care of her younger siblings while abroad, and even though she comes from an elitist family, she feels badly for the orphans, who even though most of them came from muggle families has no parents. She can’t imagine what that must be like, so she volunteers at the orphanage when she can. Her family has always been everything to her, so she wants to make the orphans feel better and that they aren’t necessarily alone even though they might think so. She is compassionate, but at the same time loves to learn new things, and can’t imagine staying put in one place forever, like so many people in her family. She has a strong wanderlust and enjoys reading and architecture, both muggle and magical.
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:Ever since her family had moved to Godric Park, just before the war began, Isabella had not been pleased. She missed the adventure and the travel that had come from travelling from dig site to dig site with her parents. It was so incredible seeing how people adapted throughout the years, and she loved trying to solve the puzzles that came with each new artifact her parents brought home with them. Here, in boring old Hogsmeade, there was nothing interesting like that. That and she never seemed to be able to hit it off with anyone that wasn’t her sibling about her age. The only good thing about this place was going to the Orphanage and spending time with the orphans and seeing their eyes light up when she told them of far off places and the adventures her and her siblings had there. She came from an elitist family, but her parents never preached it. Her relatives on the other hand, well that was a different story. She hated hearing about the superiority of pureblooded folk in their closed-minded lectures. It was all built on a lie, because her parents and siblings had come across incredible finds that were left behind by muggles and magical folk alike. However, like her parents, she never said a word about it to any of them and just tuned out their lectures while appearing to listen.
Today, Isabella was happy to be free of all that nonsense. Her next visit to her relatives wouldn’t come until Christmas, thank Merlin and the weather was actually beautiful, so she decided to go for a walk, hoping beyond hope to find some sort of interesting artifact along the way. Unfortunately, after almost an hour, no such artifact appeared so instead, she just decided to lay on the grass and sketch from memory the amazing pyramids she had seen back in Egypt, filled to the gills with ancient statues of ancient Egyptian Gods and Goddesses and riches beyond belief, not to mention mummies, too. It would be a good prop to use when she went back to the orphanage and told them more stories. She looked up occasionally, and saw the girl on a fake broomstick trying to fly on it, and she chuckled ever slightly. She reminded her of her younger sister Heather when she was about that age trying to coax a play broomstick, very similar to the one that girl had now to fly.
Speaking of her sister, Isabella wondered where she had wandered off to bright and early that morning without her or Connelly. Probably up to some sort of mischief most likely, but oh well. Isabella loved her sister dearly and would do anything for her, but as she approached Hogwarts age, she was becoming more independent which both worried and made Isabella uncomfortable. She didn’t want the three of them to lose that special bond they had, one where they always did everything together, and always looked out for one another. As she contemplated that, she noticed that by now the girl had been deposited safely on the ground and was not happy about it.
Then the girl must have spotted Isabella and zoned in on her and barked at her asking her to play. That was incredibly unexpected, and Isabella wasn’t sure why the girl had decided to take out her frustration on Isabella. Isabella looked at the girl somewhat crossly and said matter-of-factly “I will if you use better manners.”
Isabella was normally quite patient, and kindhearted, but she never did take kindly to rudeness.
“Try asking again, in a nicer way, and we’ll see,” Isabella said in a tone motherly, as her mothering instinct kicked in. OTHERHow did you find us?
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