Blondelle Chantrice

[Blondelle Chantrice]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Ulrica Blondelle Chantrice.
Gender: Female.
Age: Twenty-Eight..
Blood Status: Pureblood.

Education: 
Hogwarts; Slytherin.

Residence:
Studio flat in Wizarding London.

Occupation
Published Author.

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?
No.

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: 11.
• Divination: 5.
• Transfiguration: 6.
• Summoning: 10.

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:
Zailey Petrova.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Ulrica, fondly referred to as Blondelle, was the fourth-born magical child of David and Malicha Chantrice. Born on a rainy afternoon in Rottenburg am Neckar, Germany, Blondelle was the final addition to two rambunctious boys and one sassy girl that had already blessed the Chantrice's. The first four years of life were spent in Rottenburg until David was offered a position at St. Mungo's in Great Britain, thanks to some clever networking he had done while in medical school. Relocating the Chantrice's proved to be tricky; Malicha, Blondelle, and her older sister, Mathilda, stayed behind to close up the family homestead while David and the two boys, Penn and Wulfric, continued on to London to establish the new family home. By the age of six, the family had reunited in London and the Chantrice's came into a substantial fortune left by Mailcha's departed mother.

The two boys, Penn and Wulfric, received their Hogwarts letters the very same year; Penn was sorted into Ravenclaw and Wulfric to Gryffindor. They remained close, as twin brother's naturally do, and before long were joined by Mathilda; she too was sorted into Ravenclaw. In her eleventh year, Blondelle received her letter from Hogwarts. She had turned into a bright child with a cleverly ambitious drive; loyal to a fault, she could often be considered foolish for having been so hard-headed when it came to those she cared for. Unlike her siblings before her, and her parents before that, Blondelle was sorted into Slytherin despite her mental protests. She had always idolized her brother Penn and had secretly hoped that Ravenclaw would be her learning curve. Accepting her fate, with resignation, Blondelle actually turned out to be an excellent student (despite her penchant for bursting out in class) and graduated from Hogwarts with top OWLs and NEWTs scores.

Seeing a world of possibilities before her, Blondelle decided to take her newfound freedom and knowledge to the Daily Prophet, where she had hoped to make a career. Unfortunately, her inability to handle the simplest of tasks left her falling short of the ideal candidate and soon after, unemployed. Moving back in with David and Malicha at 20, her parents were in there 50's by now, she quickly resigned herself to the fact that she would be forever jobless while her three older siblings excelled in their careers; Penn at the Ministry, Wulfric owned a bakery, and Mathilda was an executive assistant to the CEO of a Muggle firm. It was during her stay back with her parent's that the time warp happened and Blondelle awoke to 1937.

These days, Blondelle is hoping to jumpstart a career in journalism (again!) by getting on at the Daily Prophet covering stories from the homefront of the War. In 1939 she had her first book published, Chanting Chantrice, A Biography of David Chantrice (St. Mungo's Finest), by a small publishing company in London. The book sold 82 copies, 2 of which were signed by Blondelle and given to her loving parents. She lives in a small studio flat in the poorer section of London and spends her nights moonlighting at a small bar that caters to soldiers and the ladies who love them. She hopes, one day in the near future, that she will get her chance (again!) at the Daily Prophet.

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:
Blondelle had been watching and waiting, having followed the young reporter from a distance for quite some time, and knew the moment to strike was when the iron was hot. Seeing the reporter go down, Blondelle was quick on her feet to move through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley; if there was ever an opportunity to present itself, this was it. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" she called out, bumping into several people and she waded through arguments and chatter. Coming up on the young woman, Blondelle tried her best to clear a space around them to no avail. Grabbing the arm of Amelia, she used her weight to help the girl back onto her feet. By no means was Blondelle a large creature, but her German heritage had left her with a stout stance that had always come in handy when she had to show her older siblings who was really the boss of the Chantrice clan.

Still latched on to Amelia's arm, Blondelle offered her a warm smile. It was the kind of smile that lit up the entire face and made the eyes seem much brighter than they actually were. Her white teeth gleamed in the sunlight that filtered through the signage of Diagon Alley and Blondelle imagined, just now, that her hair must look like some kind of golden halo. "Hi.." she began before clearing her throat to continue, "I'm Ulrica..Ulrica Chantrice. You can call me Blondelle though.." Suddenly, she realized she had yet to let go of the arm and blushed sheepishly as she quickly released and thrust her hands behind her back. Looking to the ground, she could feel the heat in her cheeks. She was such a klutz sometimes.

OTHER
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[Aries Paladin]

Hey Blondelle! Your application is looking super so far, but there's just one little tweak that needs to be made to it so we can get you set up and rockin' the author thing in Elsewhere. In your roleplay sample, you say

Grabbing the arm of Amelia, she used her weight to help the girl back onto her feet.

Without player permission beforehand, this (and taking Amelia's arm) would be considered powerplaying, or taking control of another character's actions/body without the player's permission. Could you please reword your sample just a little so it's more an 'attempted to take Amelia's arm' and so that she's not holding her arm? That way, whether Amelia is moved (etc) would be left up to her player. 

Once you repost your edited application below, we can take another look.

Thank you! <3

—'ries

[Zailey Zsofka]

Blondelle had been watching and waiting, having followed the young reporter from a distance for quite some time, and knew the moment to strike was when the iron was hot. Seeing the reporter go down, Blondelle was quick on her feet to move through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley; if there was ever an opportunity to present itself, this was it. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" she called out, bumping into several people and she waded through arguments and chatter. Coming up on the young woman, Blondelle tried her best to clear a space around them to no avail. Sticking out her hand, she offered to help the woman up. By no means was Blondelle a large creature, but her German heritage had left her with a stout stance that had always come in handy when she had to show her older siblings who was really the boss of the Chantrice clan.

Blondelle offered her a warm smile. It was the kind of smile that lit up the entire face and made the eyes seem much brighter than they actually were. Her white teeth gleamed in the sunlight that filtered through the signage of Diagon Alley and Blondelle imagined, just now, that her hair must look like some kind of golden halo. "Hi.." she began before clearing her throat to continue, "I'm Ulrica..Ulrica Chantrice. You can call me Blondelle though.." Suddenly, she realized she had yet to relax her hand and blushed sheepishly as she quickly released and thrust her hands behind her back. Looking to the ground, she could feel the heat in her cheeks. She was such a klutz sometimes.

[Aries Paladin]

Accepted, gorgeous. <3