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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Phoebe Violet Black
Gender: Female
Age: Fifteen
Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians: Olivia and Elliot Black; npcs
Residence: Central London
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place?Yes
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:Serena, and everyone else. lol
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Honestly, the life of Phoebe Black has been anything but dull thus far.
Rebellious, carefree, and spunky were the more tame adjectives she would use to describe herself. Growing up in a pureblood household her entire life would bring out the urge to break any and all rules she could get into her clutches. Of course, she loved her parents, despite knowing their evil doings to provide more wealth for the only child to inherit later.
It didn’t matter; not really. They had more of a don’t ask, don’t tell motto, and that was perfectly fine with the blonde. She just simply applied that to her own personal life when it came to them trying to pry into her own business. Still, her parents trusted her immensely, despite the various activities she had been caught doing.
Very popular, as would most beautiful purebloods would be, Phoebe had more than her fair share of friends. She easily got along with others, and perhaps that’s why her parents tended to include in her the legal doings of their fortune. She was charismatic, good with words, and an excellent negotiator. Her parents were proud, confident in her skills to take care of herself, but that didn’t mean the ideals of an arranged marriage were up for debate.
No, she couldn’t get away from her pureblood duties so easily.
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:Phoebe had places to be and people to meet.
As much as she would have loved to bask in the sunlight and waste the entire day away as meaninglessly as some of the children that littered the park, she couldn’t. Not today. She was on a strict schedule. She had to drop off some paperwork for her father, which she lugged at her side in a briefcase. Then she had lunch with a potential suitor --probably somebody horrid-- at noon
all the way across town. And then she was meeting with a group of friends for a party.
She was going to do what she wanted regardless of what her parents said. But she’d pick her battles, and this dumb little lunch date wasn’t worth the drama it would cause if she skipped it. And besides, maybe she’d get a snog out of the deal. Smirking at the thought, she nearly missed the pipsqueak shouting at her.
”...Do you want to play?” She glanced at the girl and paused for a moment, “Can’t,” she took the moment to set the briefcase down and pull a tube of lipstick out which she promptly applied to her lips. “We can walk and talk though,” she said scooping up the briefcase and continuing her path, slower this time. “Who’s that boy you were shouting at? Does he need a good hexing?”
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