Oliver Weston\Adult

[Oliver Weston]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Oliver "Ollie" Samuel Weston
Gender: Male
Age: 23 (01-11-1923)
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Hogwarts; Hufflepuff 1940
St. Mungo's;
 -Junior Healing Program
 --Specializing in Spell Damage and Psychology
 -Completed Spell Damage in 1943
 -Completed Psychology in 1945

Residence:
-Family residence located in Wales
 -Sharing a flat with Elsie Märchen

Occupation
St. Mungo's Healer/Psychologist/Secret Pianist

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?
St. Mungo's

Requested Magic Levels:
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If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

• Charms: 13
• Divination: 7
• Transfiguration: 6
• Summoning: 6

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:
Milo, Kieran

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Born and rasied in Cardiff, the upbringing of the only Weston child was typical of any pureblood.  Private tutors, musical lessons (most specifically the piano), language lessons, and sports took up his days up until age eleven. It was important that he be the best as much as he could, to uphold the family name. Afterall, one day, he would have to take over and become the head of Weston. It was a huge responsibility that he didn’t want, not in the slightest. (even now)

Sorted in Hufflepuff, his father (Nicholas) was disappointed, for he was in Slytherin, but he thought it showed his son had a better outlook on life. And that would come in handy for when Oliver took his position in the home. His mother (Betty) was thrilled, for she was a Hufflepuff alumni.  She made sure he let him know each time he returned home on break how proud she was. His mum raised him right as a gentlemen, well a devious gentlemen.

His teenage years composed of lavish parties, suits and ties, slicked back hair. Meeting and greeting the right person in this way, and that. Manners were a must in the elitist world, and he had more than enough practice to perfect them. As he grew older, the various parties became more of a game for him and his best friend Alec Thorne; they used them as an excuse to hold competitions. The boys were frequently trying to see who get the most girls, normally it came to a draw.

After both boys graduated with honours, Alec became a lawyer and moved to London. It didn’t take long for Ollie to follow him to the bustling city, away from the prying eyes of his parents. He went against their wishes, and went into the medicinal field at St. Mungo’s. There, he took his time and became certified in two fields. Both them equally interesting to him; Psychology and Spell Damage, doing one internship after the other.

Just starting out as an actual Healer now, money was tight so through mutual friends, he and Elsie planned to move in together the August of 1947. There he would save up to eventually buy a nice cottage.


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:
Lunch with Alec went as it normally did. Dining at Pasta Vino was delicious as always. The topic over the mouth watering Italian was their plans for the weekend. Ollie rarely worked the weekend at St. Mungo's, and surprisingly, his best mate had it off as well. Typically he worked longer hours on Fridays, to get in overtime.

After departing from their ritualistic lunch hour, he waved goodbye and started through the busy streets of Diagon Alley. He needed a new cloak, even Elsie loved to point that out. She was sometimes painfully mean to him, though he didn't really mind. He probably deserved with the girls he had going in and out of the flat at all times.


“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”

He made his way to the woman crying out for help and smiled deviously. She was very beautiful, a little over dramatic, but beautiful. He offered his hand to her, and bowed his head. "May I offer some assistance, ma'am?"

OTHER
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[Hazel Wright]

Accepted!