Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: William Alexander Cavendish the fourth
Gender: male
Age: 16
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:None really

Residence: Cavendish manor near Hogsmeade

Occupation:none yet

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?
Nope

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 Special Request form here.

• Charms: none
• Divination: none
• Transfiguration: none
• Summoning: none

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

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Clara n co

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
William Alexander Cavendish the first was a great wizard, who can supposedly be thanked for many of the laws we have nowadays. He was the one to first begin the Cavendish family wealth, the gold and riches that only grew, were all thanks to him.

William Alexander Cavendish the second is fabled to be one of the best duellers ever seen. He is said to have played a huge part in the making and running of the auror department and made many a family connection that are still strong today.

William Alexander Cavendish the third was a quidditch player for England and apparently one of the best to ever have flown. He was a ladies' man through and through and the reason the Cavendish name is synonymous with charm.

William Alexander Cavendish the fourth is a squib. There's not a shred of magic within him. He's a disgrace to the Cavendish name, a failure. That's what everyone seems to think.

Will was born on the 24th of November in 1940. A beautiful, kicking baby boy, his parents were ecstatic. They had what they'd wanted. A male heir.

For Will's early childhood, life was good. Pampered and adored, everybody loved this darling little boy, with his big blue eyes and chestnut waves. He got everything he could possibly ask for, was treated like a little prince. He showed no signs of magic, but it was simply assumed that he was a late bloomer.

As Will grew older though, his parents grew more worried. Every excuse was made, from we simply weren't there to see it to that he was just a little shy about it, but in the end, when no letter from Hogwarts came, they had to accept the truth. Their first born son was a squib.

Rumour has it, Will's eleventh birthday was the day his parents forgot how to smile. They certainly never smiled at Will again. Still just a little boy, Will was shunned. Everything he'd been given, the praise and the love, was gone just like that, and it felt like Will woke up the day after his eleventh birthday to no longer be William Alexander Cavendish the fourth, future heir, but just some random muggle boy they'd picked off the streets.

Now, the Cavendishs do their best to keep Will hidden away at the manor house near Hogsmeade. His parents and his younger sister Elizabeth live off in London in another of their estates, far far away from him where he can't embarrass them. Will misses El. She's to start Hogwarts next year, but even if Will were to come across her, he doubts she'd recognise him.

Will isn't even allowed to go by his real name, not that he'd ever want to. To the rest of the world, he is just Will. He doesn't have many friends and few at Hogsmeade know him, he's always locked away in the manor, but those that do only know him as Will, don't know who he really is.

Roleplay: 
Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Diagon Alley. It was beautiful. William couldn't help but grin as he wandered through the streets, taking in all the sights. It felt like a millenia had passed since he'd last been permitted to leave the manor and even longer since he'd last seen diagon alley, so every sight, every smell, was new to him.

Upon him Will had nothing but a few biscuits shoved in his pocket that he'd snatched from Bonnie, the house elf cook back at the manor, before he'd left. No wand, not that that would be any use, and no money, not that there was anything he wanted to buy. The only thing Will really wanted was freedom, and you couldn't buy that. Material objects ahd lost their appeal, left behind with the boy he'd been back before he'd turned eleven and been revealed a squib.

Now, Will was content just to look, to observe all the different things to buy and to watch everyone rush to and fro in such a hurry. They all had something to do with their lives, or at least with their day. Will didn't. He spent his time cooped up in some manor house, not allowed out. This, this little definitely not allowed escape, was heaven. And he'd enjoy it as well as he could before he was dragged back.

Something pushed into his back and Will went flying, skidding across the slippery floor in an undignified heap. His eyes found the culprit, a man in a dark coat embelished with red and gold tinsel now.

"Oh, it's okay," Will replied, a little unsure of himself. Human interaction was minimal for him in his day to day life and he couldn't help but worry he'd somehow do something to mess this up and make the other man annoyed.

"I'm Will, uh nice to meet you."

OTHER
How did you find us? Google