Zachary Welks Lumen

[Payton Rose]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Zachary Welks Lumen
Gender: Male
Age: 29 years

Education: 
Eisenstab Hexengymnasium, 1921-1926
Transferred to Hogwarts, graduated in 1928

Residence:
Hogsmeade

Occupation:
Unemployed as of now (hoping to get a position in the Ministry)

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?
The Ministry

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 9
• Divination: 9
• Transfiguration: 8
• Summoning: 6

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Guardian of Verity Cassandra. She has this character listed as her guardian after the disappearance of her Muggle parents.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Verity Cassandra, Andrea Focoso, Payton Rose and Damien Ander Champ

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Born in Scotland to a single mother, Zachary was raised on rags and little food. He had twelve brothers and sisters and was the eldest of them all and, as such, expected to take up the role of man of the household...since his father had never been the 'stay at home' type. So at the age of ten, he was working two jobs and helping his mother pay the rent of their shabby three bedroom hut of a home. It came as a surprise to everyone when he was invited to attend Eisenstab Hexengymnasium on his eleventh birthday.

Had the offer not come with an all-expenses paid tuition, Zachary's mother would have refused to let him go. As it was, she was unwilling considering her income was not enough to support the twelve other children. But a monthly stipend from the school and the promise that he would send money home whenever he could loosened her hold and she let him go without complaint. He used second-hand everything and was often picked on in school for being shorter than the rest; but he mastered magic quickly and efficiently, taking after his father in that regard.

After taking years of abuse for his Scottish burr and small stature, Zachary made the decision to transfer to Hogwarts. Life at the English school was much better and he was sorted into Hufflepuff where he found a home and friends to call his own. He always sent money, gifts and letters to each of his siblings and his mother, all of whom kept in loving touch with him...as best they could. He was devastated to learn, within the first month of his final two years at Hogwarts, that his mother and three youngest siblings had died in a fever that had overtaken the small village where he'd been born.

Sick with grief, Zachary retreated into a shell no one could break and graduated in that state. By that point, he'd secured the futures of his remaining nine siblings at Eisenstab Hexengymnasium and had stoically refuse counseling to take care of his grief. He locks it up, to this day, inside him and has never quite gotten over it. He stays in contact with his siblings though and hopes that, in the near future, they may visit or even come to live with him again.

He owns a size-able estate in Hogsmeade, having come into money after the death of his father and his own ascension to Head of the Lumen family. Soon after, he adopted a young Muggle-born, who so very resembled his deceased youngest sister, taking pity on the Southern girl who'd lost her parents in the time warp.

Zachary is a kind man, nice and naive to a fault, though he tends to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. He can be harsh when necessary, but it always pains him to do so and it's easy to read the emotions on his face. He's a pureblood, but he has compassion for all witches and wizards no matter what type of blood they possess.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

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:
Zachary rather liked the snow.

He thought it was beautiful and so pure, the last touch of innocence in a world that could no longer claim to be such. He'd purposefully taken the long route home that night, simply so he could enjoy the beautiful weather...though he seemed to be the only one not hurrying on his way.

The pace of the world in which he lived was not something Zachary was accustomed to and it was something that had often bothered him. He was always the slower one...not in mind, but in body. He preferred to, as the Muggles said, 'stop and smell the roses'; taking time to appreciate the things that most overlooked.

Like the falling snow.

As it was, his internal musings on the snow and its purity were interrupted as a brute force collided with his wool-covered back and he stumbled forward, nearly slipping on the icy path.

He was abruptly thankful for the no-trip charm on his boots.

"I'm so sorry! This blasted snow

Zachary looked at the snow and then to the tinsel covered man, laughing slightly. "It's no problem sir." He replied politely, his Scottish burr thickening his tone. "Getting into the spirit of Christmas already..." He noted rather than asked, smiling far too pleasantly.

Everyone always instantly mistrusted his smile. No one actually believed that one man could be so kind, so complimentary and lack the ardor to stand up for himself. But Zachary was the epitome of all of these, learned from a life of being treated as inferior, despite his blood-status proclaiming otherwise.

He'd vowed never to intentionally or unintentionally make another person feel that way.

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[Collin OReilly]

Hello Zachary,

Your application is coming off to a great start! Before we can accept it, however, there's just one thing we need to draw your attention to.

Even though we roleplay in a magical universe, we do our best to keep our characters and their stories as realistic as possible.

For a ten year old to be working two jobs and helping to supply the family with money is unfortunately not very realistic. Zachary might have been able to earn a few coins here and there around the village, but at his young age not enough to really help the family very much. If you could please adjust your biography to reflect that, that'd be great!

In that connection, you are also mentioning that while he was a student, he was able to send money and presents home to his mother and younger siblings. Please keep in mind that students at both Hogwarts and Eisenstab will have been required to spend the majority of their time on studies, just like children at ordinary bording schools do, so it will not have been possible for Zachary to have been working very much. Perhaps he had already inherited some money from his father by then?

Please address these issues and repost your application below, and we will then be happy to take another look at it!

- Collin O'Reilly

[Payton Rose]

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Zachary Welks Lumen
Gender: Male
Age: 29 years

Education: 
Eisenstab Hexengymnasium, 1921-1926
Transferred to Hogwarts, graduated in 1928

Residence:
Hogsmeade

Occupation:
Unemployed as of now (hoping to get a position in the Ministry)

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?
The Ministry

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 9
• Divination: 9
• Transfiguration: 8
• Summoning: 6

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Guardian of Verity Cassandra. She has this character listed as her guardian after the disappearance of her Muggle parents.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Verity Cassandra, Andrea Focoso, Payton Rose and Damien Ander Champ

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Born in Scotland to a single mother, Zachary was raised on rags and little food. He had twelve brothers and sisters and was the eldest of them all and, as such, expected to take up the role of man of the household...since his father had never been the 'stay at home' type. So at the age of ten, he was begging on the streets in an attempt to help his mother pay the rent of their shabby three bedroom hut of a home. It came as a surprise to everyone when he was invited to attend Eisenstab Hexengymnasium on his eleventh birthday.

Had the offer not come with an all-expenses paid tuition, Zachary's mother would have refused to let him go. As it was, she was unwilling considering her income was not enough to support the twelve other children. But a monthly stipend from the school and the promise that he would send money home whenever he could loosened her hold and she let him go without complaint. He used second-hand everything and was often picked on in school for being shorter than the rest; but he mastered magic quickly and efficiently, taking after his father in that regard.

After taking years of abuse for his Scottish burr and small stature, Zachary made the decision to transfer to Hogwarts after the death of his father prompted a rather large inheritance to come into his grasp. Life at the English school was much better and he was sorted into Hufflepuff where he found a home and friends to call his own. He always sent money, gifts and letters to each of his siblings and his mother, all of whom kept in loving touch with him...as best they could. He was devastated to learn, within the first month of his final two years at Hogwarts, that his mother and three youngest siblings had died in a fever that had overtaken the small village where he'd been born.

Sick with grief, Zachary retreated into a shell no one could break and graduated in that state. By that point, he'd secured the futures of his remaining nine siblings at Eisenstab Hexengymnasium and had stoically refuse counseling to take care of his grief. He locks it up, to this day, inside him and has never quite gotten over it. He stays in contact with his siblings though and hopes that, in the near future, they may visit or even come to live with him again.

He owns a size-able estate in Hogsmeade, having come into money after the death of his father and his own ascension to Head of the Lumen family. Soon after, he adopted a young Muggle-born, who so very resembled his deceased youngest sister, taking pity on the Southern girl who'd lost her parents in the time warp.

Zachary is a kind man, nice and naive to a fault, though he tends to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. He can be harsh when necessary, but it always pains him to do so and it's easy to read the emotions on his face. He's a pureblood, but he has compassion for all witches and wizards no matter what type of blood they possess.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

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:
Zachary rather liked the snow.

He thought it was beautiful and so pure, the last touch of innocence in a world that could no longer claim to be such. He'd purposefully taken the long route home that night, simply so he could enjoy the beautiful weather...though he seemed to be the only one not hurrying on his way.

The pace of the world in which he lived was not something Zachary was accustomed to and it was something that had often bothered him. He was always the slower one...not in mind, but in body. He preferred to, as the Muggles said, 'stop and smell the roses'; taking time to appreciate the things that most overlooked.

Like the falling snow.

As it was, his internal musings on the snow and its purity were interrupted as a brute force collided with his wool-covered back and he stumbled forward, nearly slipping on the icy path.

He was abruptly thankful for the no-trip charm on his boots.

"I'm so sorry! This blasted snow

Zachary looked at the snow and then to the tinsel covered man, laughing slightly. "It's no problem sir." He replied politely, his Scottish burr thickening his tone. "Getting into the spirit of Christmas already..." He noted rather than asked, smiling far too pleasantly.

Everyone always instantly mistrusted his smile. No one actually believed that one man could be so kind, so complimentary and lack the ardor to stand up for himself. But Zachary was the epitome of all of these, learned from a life of being treated as inferior, despite his blood-status proclaiming otherwise.

He'd vowed never to intentionally or unintentionally make another person feel that way.

OTHER
How did you find us? Been a member for a while now!




Is that alright?

[Collin OReilly]

Accepted!