Lysandra Carpeggo- Elsewhere Child

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Lysandra "Lylee" Carpeggo ("Lie-san-drah")

Gender: Female

Age: 10

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Lysandra had a good bond with her mother, but she's never met her father. Her mother, Laurelai died when Lysandra was nine, but she was a small house witch, using her magic mostly for cooking and household chores. Her father however, was apparently a very powerful wizard and healer who had a strong connection to animals of all kinds. Though she never met him, Lylee's entire childhood was filled with tales of her gallant father and his gallant steed of a horse (who in reality was little more than a crochety old mare who never really favored anyone but her dad)

Residence:
Lysandra currently hops from place to place, living on the streets and in any old hovel or friendly home willing to open its door to a mangy street rat like herself. Her typical center of operation tends to be a nice spot under a city bridge road that she holed out for herself. It's surprisingly cozy with a nice mat and moth-eaten pillow.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
None at the moment, she's happy enough running about from place to place, even if she does miss her parents.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
None yet. But hopefully she'll find herself a pack of kids rather than animals to hang out with.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
None

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Lysandra, though ten, likes to think that she has wisdom beyond her years. With curly, ratty brown hair and a thin, hunger-pang frame she looks no older than eight. With big grey eyes and a heart-shaped face dusted heavily with freckles and a big smug grin on her face, she bears the remarkable resemblance to some fox-ish creature, lurking around the cityscape. Lylee takes after her father (she thinks) both physically and talent-wise. Animals of all sorts trail after her in hoards, from dogs to cats to horses and birds, Lylee seems to hold a special bond with all animals. She's even been known to hold entire conversations with creatures of all sorts. Though her scrappy and tough attitude may put off some, deep down she's gentle and caring for humans and animals (but it make take some convincing and a lot of scraps of food)

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:


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?"

Lysandra jumped about a foot in the air, scattering birdseed and peanuts onto the ground in her shock; around her squirrels and birds leaped away, surprised. Lylee looked around at the girl. She was young, probably younger than Ly, but the stray orphan was still a few inches smaller, and many pounds lighter.

"You talking to me?" Ly said, pointing to her chest with a thin finger and approached the other girl, a toothy, shy grin. She held out one dirty hand, covered with thick callouses and scrapes.

"My name's Lysandra, but you can call me Lylee" she said, shoving her other hand into her oversized jacket pocket.



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[LysandraCarpeggo]

Hey! Sorry! I accidentally posted the application without finishing it! Here you go!

Again! Sorry!


Roleplay Response:



Lysandra stood, stretching her thin arms up into the air and took a deep breath. The faint tinge of summer was on the wind, she could feel the heat rolling into the season slowly, like a lazy cat.

Carefully, the girl rolled up her mat. She had made her bed in a nice shaded spot under a tree the night before, relying on it's thick broad leaves to keep her out of the sight of any unwanted visitors.

Now, however, she rolled her thin sleeping mat as tight as she could get it and tied it haphazardly with a long bit of rope she'd pulled out of an old woman's dumpster (not after getting smacked in the head with said woman's slipper for rummaging around).

With another sigh, the girl made her way out of the secluded area and into the main parkway, people bustled by; parents with their children, couples exchanging chaste kisses. Ly grinned, she always loved people watching, common folk were so strange to her. She'd once peeked in through the windows of a TV store and listened to the stuff they talked about on their little wizard talk shows, it was all so strange to her!

Instead of worrying about their next meal, they fretted over the newest style of robes. Instead of searching in earnest for the safest place to sleep that night, they discussed Quidditch matches. It was all so strange to the little orphan.

After about half an hour of walking to no place in particular, her stomach growled. It was an all too familiar feeling for Ly. She assessed her surroundings with the solemnity that only a child could manage. Her eyes rested on a old woman sitting on a nearby bench, feeding crows old ends of bread and seed.

Seeing her chance, the waif scooted forward, sure to give the hag a wide berth to assure her secrecy. Step by step, she inched until she was only a few feet away from the woman and the feasting crows.

At this point you would think that Lysandra would attempt to steal the food, or even con the old woman of her possession. But no, Ly considered herself above that, and crouched low to the ground.

In a silent, urgent voice, she whispered to the birds

"Hey, buddy" she muttered getting lower to the ground. The woman in front of her still clueless.

The bird ignored her

"Excuse me" she repeated, trying to worm crawl closer. This time, the crow deigned her a side glance. She counted it as a victory,

"Care to share some of that?" she asked, her voice hushed. The big black bird seemed to huff, and turned with his back towards her. His feathers shaking tauntingly.

"Oh, come on! Just a bit! I won't take anymore than you give me, I promise!" she said, holding up her right hand in a mock salute.

The bird hesitated, looking at the girl up and down before nosing (or breaking?) the rest of the bread scrap towards her.

"Thank you!" Ly quickly shoved the morsel into her mouth, it was dry and stale, but anything to stop her stomach from growling was good enough for her. Suddenly, a demanding voice sounded on her right

"You!" barked the voice.

Ly balked, jumping up suddenly and hitting her head on the now empty bench above her. The old woman must have walked away.

"...Do you want to play?" finished the voice. Ly turned to see a young girl, about her age, indignantly holding a rather pathetic looking broomstick.

The girl was young, probably younger than Ly, but the stray orphan was still a few inches smaller, and many pounds lighter.

"You talking to me?" Ly said, pointing to her chest with a thin finger and approached the other girl, a toothy, shy grin. She held out one dirty hand, covered with thick callouses and scrapes.

"My name's Lysandra, but you can call me Lylee" she said, shoving her other hand into her oversized jacket pocket.



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