Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Eleanor ‘Ellie’ May
Gender: Female
Age: 18-19 (8/8/1946)
Blood Status: Squib

Education: 
Muggle Schooling – Ladymorrow’s Girl’s School

Residence:
Currently residing in a flat in London, it’s a bit expensive but it’s hers
Family home is in Preston

Occupation
University Student

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?
N/A

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 Exceptional Levels special request form here.

• Charms: 0
• Divination: 0
• Transfiguration: 0
• Summoning: 0

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
N/A

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Marilyn-Rose Wilson & co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
For most families, having a squib daughter would bring about shame, and dishonour to the family. Ellie May never allowed that to happen to her. Whilst forced into a mundane life of muggle-ness, whilst her sister was off studying god-knows-what at Hogwarts, Ellie worked her way into a scholarship at a local private school-- where she discovered her passion: languages. Unfortunately for her, those languages weren't particularly the most useful, as they tended to be dead-- her passions found in ancient history, culture, and literature.

Somehow, under the ruthless tutelage of one certain Madame Sharpe-- a teacher known particularly for her love of chanted declension tables, and learning through rote, and for the wooden ruler she enjoyed using to smack her chalkboard with when it was in fact supposed to be an ablative absolute, and no don't you dare groan Miss May-- Ellie found herself excelling, and with an appreciation for the grammar. Translating unadapted Catullus became a hobby, and Ovid became her passion. And then Madame Sharpe introduced her to the world of Ancient Greek, and still she did not stop.

Insatiable for her passion, Ellie May's grades in the humanities began to incline (as it turned out, learning two languages that are part of the basis of English, helps with your ability to write), and her science scores began to decline-- only by 10% or so, there was no room for failure when you were battling up against your inability to perform the most basic magic, and the constant lack of letter, the space on the wall for it reminding her constantly of her insufficiency. Not that they ever told her, it was always exceptional pride for her perfect O-Level Grades, followed by the same with her A-Levels, but even so, she felt it, and had to work even harder, just push herself further, one more poem, to be able to earn that warmth inside that her sister so easily felt (despite the all acceptance grades).

Once out of school, and away from the comfort of an all-girl's, Ellie is now studying at University in London, living off campus for the sheer need for bookshelf space. Her flat is a mess of translations, and the only times she goes out of her little world of grammar and the comfort of Homer, is to go job hunting. Maybe, just maybe, she'll be able to afford that villa in Rome, or Greece one day and truly feel one with the ancients...

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.


Roleplay Response:
She'd decided to be brave, in fact, she had decided to be extremely brave slip out into the world.

Unfortunately, the world had other ideas for her, as the streets of Diagon Alley had become essentially a war zone of bustling people attempting to get to their whatevers. Perhaps if they were in Herculaneum, on their way to try to escape to the boathouses it would have been more excusable, this was pure selfishness.

Still, she was coming out for her coffee and it was too late now to change her aims as she had decided she really rather wanted one, and the cravings had kicked in and the bag was empty at home. Anyways, her mum had told her to try and see at least a little bit of sunshine and fresh air (and no, to not just open a window and a curtain) at least once a week, if not once a day. She was already failing at her attempts at daily walks, so this was the bare minimum that she could do.

Pushing her way through the Alley, and deciding that she would never do this again-- this was a lesson learnt, and the universe did not have to tell her twice, ever, she usually got the message. The brunette instead continued on her way, keeping her eyes down on the ground to ensure she wouldn't fall, as she was almost certain that the crowd would not care.

That was the problem with the modern day, too much apathy, not enough emotion. They needed to be more homeric in nature, although maybe with less furor and--

“Help!”

That was a person crying for help and nobody was doing anything. Well, that was her point on apathy certainly proven. She would certainly not be like the rest. Looking around, the brunette attempted to spot the source of the voice, until she eventually did, offering out an arm the other girl.

"Oh my god! Grab my hand!"

At least with one good deed under her belt, she could go and get coffee in good conscience.

OTHER
How did you find us? Google… I think?

---

Username helpdesk ticket is submitted!