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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Gabriel Klauser
Gender: Male
Age: 10
Bloodline: Pure-blood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Bryan Klauser-Father-Not Played
Maria Klauser-Mother-Not Played
Residence: Hogsmeade
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Biography: (100 words minimum.)There's not much than can truly be said about the first two years of life. Generally, you won't remember any of it, and your parents will tell you that you just cried and slept a lot, regardless. The same is true of Gabriel Klauser. Not only can he not remember that, he'd probably (outwardly) find it boring to remember.
Not because he tends to find things boring, however. He just has difficulty expressing excitement and enthusiasm, and always has. Perhaps worrying to his parents, he's always been a bit lacking when it comes to conversation. From a young age he's been rather neutral or even ditzy in tone and thought at most times.
However, at age seven that finally changed. While messing around with books, he finally found something he enjoyed discussing-cooking. From then he became utterly enthralled with it. Notably, he never payed any attention to spells that could help with cooking, instead learning how to do it himself. Even if he had a wand, and was of the age to perform magic, he'd likely prefer doing it himself. Eventually, he talked his way into being allowed to help in the kitchen, and moved to the point he's at now, cooking (simple) things on his own. Perhaps it'd be considered extremely odd in most Pure-blood families, but really...Gabriel'd probably be considered extremely odd by most people anyway.
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:"...Huh?" Would come the response, along with a slow, tilt of the head. "I don't think that thing was made for more than one...or even one..." The last part was mumbled under the boy's breath, as he considered what to do. Really, he wasn't entirely sure why she even seemed snippy. What was she expecting out of a broom like that? Well, she could get lucky and the snitch could get tired...could snitches get tired? Maybe they had little pillows.
...No that was silly, if anything they'd have a tiny snitch blanket.
"What's there even to play here? Running around for no reason's just kind of boring, isn't it...? Unless you like running in circles? Do you? That'd be kind of weird..." The statement was followed by a yawn. "Oh...maybe if you get a net long enough you could catch the snitch...but it'd probably just slip out anyway." Yeah, that was an issue. Also where would they even find a comically-long net to try catching the Snitch with? The plan was full of holes-whoever suggested it needed to think harder!
Oh...right.
"Um...maybe if you run fast enough it'll feel like you're actually flying...?" Yes, maybe that would work. After all, you could toss a sheet over a bird cage to make it think it's night-time...maybe humans were that easy to fool, too! Whoever made THAT plan totally deserved to use the good pots and pans, it wasn't as though the plan maker in question would burn them, or anything.
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