Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Celestia Blu King

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Lysander King (NPC) Amalie King (NPC)

Residence:
Outskirts of Hogsmeade

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Biography: (100 words minimum.)

Celestia Blu King was not born with a so called grand ‘silver spoon’ in her mouth.

However she was born into a family with a rather acquired taste for those who do belong in its ranks. Modesty, and those traits which allowed a soul to be free from vanity was often smiled upon and drudgery chores to achieve respect from the elders was a necessitate. You see, Celestia Blu King was born to a pureblood family, however one that encouraged mingling with muggles and kept a pleasantly open mind in the matter of blood politics.

Respect would not be gained purely by the name of a family, rather their deeds and achievements. One known to be elitist with noses turned upwards towards the heavens would be considered of lesser value then a family that taught manners and eloquence towards those of dirtier blood. As breeding with muggles would in turn allow a family enriched in the wizarding world to acquire the knowledge that is the mind of a fellow human being, a muggle.

The King family was known as another name during Arthurian times, however achieved much as a family of Nobles and Knights, especially known for their kindness towards the peasants and those who endured a rather grisly life of pain and suffering. However, they were never really wealthy, only taking what was necessary and living off of the land, even to this present day. Their blood might not be as pure as a so called ‘true’ pure blood, however they do prefer to dwell in the magical realm situating on a small holding on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. The family farm for their own food, using natural (and magical) resources. Horses are used, and the occasion pegasus  draw cart, to farm crops and sell to the local markets.

The family is rather popular amongst the ranks of simple witches and wizards for the generosity and tough grind to supply the magical community with a more healthy alternative. Especially with the upcoming war, they were pressured more then ever to supply for their community.

However, enough about the family.

Celestia played her part, sacrificing her schooling and social life to remain home and take care of her aging parents. She is an only child and heir to the property and minimum wealth that they possessed. She was born during the summer when days were warm and there was little shade for the horses to graze under. Celestia was treated as every babe should and received the love and attention to allow her to grow well and tall. As a child, she showed perseverance in her work and wisdom in her tutoring supplied of course by her grandfather.

He was a burly man with a lengthly beard that waved past his belly in curled braids. His eyebrows bushed out in all directions which gave definition to his dark eyes and wrinkles that were left after years of laughter and smiles. He was a kind man, with a gentle hand and soft heart, often struggling to discipline his only granddaughter who had the old man terribly knotted around her little finger. Celestia’s grandmother died three years ago and the loss was one that terribly affected the little family, causing many days and nights of grief and tearful smiles.

Celestia worked with the horses a lot.

Finding herself favouring a small black, finicky mare with white socks and a single star on her head just fellow her forelock. Celestia was present when the foal was born and worked especially hard to get the young finny on her feet before finally backing the young horse. She was thrown numerous times, of course, breaking an arm in the process. However, she only tightened her fists and grit her teeth before attempting again. Once the mare was backed, she worked with getting the young horse used to the harnesses that was required to pull a plow. This was also tedious work however Celestia was convinced on achieving her goal, as useless horses that did not pull their own wait was often sold to muggle and magical families.

Celestia only named the mare when she was positive that her soft hearted, yet stern father, told her that the mare was to be kept for breeding and farming. Celestia was thrilled and eagerly spent many sleepless evenings deciding on what to name her black and midnight filly. She decided on Amnisty, translated to independence. After proving herself worthy of looking after an animal, and herself, showing respect to the wild mare and hardiness when things looked bleak, her father allowed Celestia to take the mare out on rides which was one of Celestia’s favourite activities. She lusted after the freedom that came with riding, and the sensation of the gales brushing through her curls.

She didn’t need much else in her life.

When Celestia turned fourteen, her mother was diagnosed with an incurable form of cancer, ovarian cancer. Sure, there was treatment in small forms of chemo and radiation, however there was never a solution that would forever cure the older woman of her sickness. However, it never spread to her head. Celestia’s mother remained bright and concrete that she would not die any time soon. She kept herself healthy and worked until she could no longer stand. Of course the family raged over this. Amalie King refused to allow herself the rest that her weakened body so desired and ended up in severe pain during the evenings. She was allowed a small amount of pain killers that would not cause her drowsiness that overwhelmed the woman. She refused to take any medication that would terminate her ability to support her family.

Celestia cared for her mother in every way possible, cleaning up after the woman and eventually even providing food on the table for her father and grandfather. Mother no longer ate much and struggled to keep anything down. She often struggled with shortness of breath and terrible fatigue and eventually was forced to remain bedridden. This allowed the family to step in and provide for the King woman as she deserved. As no one was discarded. There came a time in every King’s life when they could no longer do what was asked of them and was forced to stand down. Their work would be then done for them as they had deserved to retire in peace and eternal happiness.

Even though it was way before Amalie Kings time.

Celestia struggles to maintain a steady lifestyle between jumping from her mother to the farm work that was needed to be done. The young girl did of course have help, however little. This caused the girl to grow mentally and physically. She saw things differently and looked at life as something to be cherished. Her hands tendered during garden work and she treated her horses with a new found respect, as theirs lives were in her hands and her mothers life was not. She would not have another creature or plant for that matter, die on her. However, she still remained a free soul. Celestia follows the rules, however finds the cracks and openings that allowed her to rebel. She used her tongue wisely and carefully, never intentionally harming anything with the lash of her words unless it was a requirement.

She grew incredibly independent. Doing things on her own such as going to the market and looking after the livestock that was gifted to her. She was slightly behind on her schoolwork, however with the on going stress of her mother, it did not seem important. Celestia was often mocked for being seen in baggy clothing and no shoes, as the feeling of the earth beneath her feet grounded the young girl. She did not react to these taunts and closely bound herself to her family, growing slightly nervous to meet others. But to ones eye, this does not seem true at all. Celestia acts confident around those she does not know and holds her head high, blue-green eyes always on her goal of success in whatever task she thought to set her mind on.

Celstia Blue King was a true Noblewoman, whether or not others saw it.

And as they say, good manners will open up doors for her that education cannot.

Roleplay Response:

Celestia was on an errand for her disturbingly sickly mother.

The cancer had gotten worse over the past few weeks, however the young girl tried quite hard not to think about it. She was already almost always reminded of the uneasy dread that unfolded once she went home. The smell was already enough to drive a man mad as death was in the air. But mother remained positive, that she did and did to the best of her feeble abilities.

The female swallowed, her thoughts crashing down upon her in great waves of confusion and utter sorrow. But she would not think more of it. The clouds of her mind soon faded away and left nothing but a blank space ready to be filled by whatsoever would cross paths with her, human or object. She glanced down at the coffee stained parchment clutched between her fingers and allowed her eyes to trail over the words to make out where she was supposed to go.

Celestia hurriedly did her chores and collected what was needed to sustain the smallholding. She past by a nearby creature store and purchased some oats for her mare back at home. Amnisty would thank her for the treat with a steady whinny and hopefully, if the mare wasn’t feeling particularly feisty, a calm trot.

After the girl had finished, she briskly made her way towards a nearby coffee place and bought herself a steaming cup of whatever was on special. It smelt rather strong, which was perfectly fine for the girl, she wasn’t planning on sleeping any time soon. With all honestly, she appreciated the caffeine in her system, even if it did taste ever so foul.

As she passed Godric Park, Celestia sat down on a nearby park bench and admired the fruits of her labours as she set down a heavy paper brown bag filled with goods and her mares treat. She had even decided to treat herself with a pretty hand braided leather bracelet with a single moon stone dangling from it. The stone radiated rainbows once the sun hit it at a certain angle, and it mesmerized her. Dark eyes then glanced over through long lashes at a couple of noisy, troublesome children playing at a game of Quidditch. Her lips curved upwards and dimples dug their way into her cheek. It looked like they were having quite the enjoyable time.

She sipped at her coffee until a shrill little voice interrupted her.

“You!"

“Celestia,” she responded with a brow raised in curiosity. She didn't like to be called anything other then her own name.

"...Do you want to play?”

Did she have time? And even so, what game would they be playing? She doubted that her bottom, even as tiny as it was, would fit on those little broomsticks the children were using, and by the looks of it, the little boys with the actual slightly decent brooms were occupied.

“Okay then, what do you have in mind? Something good, yea?”

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