Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Beatrice Cassandra-Marie Blythe

Birthday: 7 August, 1943

Hometown: Hutton-le-Hole, Yorkshire

Bloodline:
Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): First, Second

Biography:
Bee’s mother, Lilah Blythe, was young and conspicuously unmarried when she returned to her parent’s farm in the Yorkshire moors in the summer of 1942. Raised by her Muggle parents on a rather remote sheep farm, Delilah was happy to leave home for Hogwarts, and her supportive - though bewildered - parents were proud to imagine the education she would receive. After graduating in 1940 Lilah moved to London, where she took a low-level secretarial job at the ministry and tried to forget her Muggle roots, living a life her more traditional parents would scarcely approve of.

Lilah’s less-than-traditional lifestyle brought her back to Yorkshire - pregnant and without a ring. Despite their disapproval and the judgement of the other locals, Edith and Patrick Blythe welcomed their daughter and then their granddaughter with open arms.

Bee was brought up primarily by her grandmother, as her mother and grandfather both worked - Lilah back at the ministry and Patrick in attempting to sustain his farm. Home schooled by her strict Gram, Bee developed a keen sense of right and wrong, and strongly feels injustice. Bee is a strong self advocator, and will fight for what she needs until she drops. Supplementing her Muggle schooling, her mother taught her some magic as soon as her aptitude emerged. She also picked up more practical skills from her Grandfather and enjoys spending time with the animals of the farm.

Though her grandparents were somewhat apprehensive when she received her Hogwarts letter, Bee is ecstatic to begin school. She hopes to make new friends, as she has had little opportunity to do so up until this point.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Gryffindor/Slytherin

Personality:
Bee is honest to a fault, inclined to kindness but easily angered. Thoroughly ambitious, Bee’s goal in life is to prove herself, but also to make a broader point about halfbloods, as she has long felt anger at the prejudice she and others face.

Appearance:
Bee is short for her age and young for her year, making her feel like she always needs to go one step farther, and willing to fight anyone who insults her height or calls her young.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.

Option I:

The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.

A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.

The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.

Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.

Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.

If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.

Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.

"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.

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Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

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Bee loved the flowers of Hogwarts slightly less than the heather of Yorkshire. They were more varied, to be sure, but that color was chaotic and almost overwhelming. Still, they were beautiful, and Bee was happy to escape the grey of the castle.

Quiet was something she hadn’t fully realized her love for until she’d encountered the bustle of the castle. At home, the noises were all from the farm yard, the cries of the sheep and the cows, occasionally the dogs barking at shadows. Here, the noise never seemed to stop. Even here, among the flowers, there was another person. An upper year boy, she realized, who seemed unfamiliar with the use of a handkerchief.

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Wide eyed, Bee shook her head. “I- I wasn’t staring. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.” The older students still scared her, though she had begun to be able to boss the other first years around without terror. She was tempted to make an escape to the safety of the castle, where watching eyes could protect her from any hex or other revenge that upper years seemed to like.

But in the back corner of her mind was Gram’s voice, chiding and distinct. As much as she often wanted to, Bee had never been able to ignore the woman. So, with a longing glance over her shoulder, Bee stepped closer to the boy, pulling a slightly crumpled but mostly clean handkerchief from a pocket in her robes.

"Would like it?" she asked, holding it out to him with a hand that was almost free of quakes.

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name:
Chastity Katiana O’Connor

Birthday:
September 7, 1935

Hometown:
Chastity and her family are quite affluent, and therefore own houses across Europe that they spend considerable amounts of time in. When not traveling, however, the family resides in a generously sized manor outside of Hogsmeade.

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Magical Strength:
Charms

Magical Weakness:
Divination

Year (pick two):
Fourth, Third

Biography:
Chastity was born early in the morning of September 7, 1935. She was born in her family’s Irish manor, like most of the O’Connor clan, of which she was he fourth child, though her family’s primary home was in Hogsmeade, which is where she spent a large portion of her childhood.

Her parents, Chastity and Jonathan O’Connor, could both be used to exemplify the ideals of an old and well-respected pureblood family. Her father was educated at both Hogwarts and Durmstrang. After graduation he studied law, eventually founding his own firm. He married a woman from another influential pureblood family, though she was Bulgarian, and they had five children. Now he practices law and manages his family with a kind, but firm, hand. Chastity, his wife, is skilled at all the social graces required to associate with the rich and powerful. She is fashionable, charming, and always involved in some sort of high profile charity project. She is also a kind and sympathetic mother, and a devoted wife to her husband.

Chastity (the younger) has two older brothers, John and Brody, a younger brother, Collin, and an older sister, Nadine. Her relationship with all of them is quite close, though due to age she is closest to Collin.

Though most of her family rarely acknowledge her eldest brother due to his interests, Chastity has kept in touch since his move to America, and he in return sends her presents he has enchanted with some regularity. Despite Chastity’s affection for tradition, she believes there are some things that are more important, such as family and friends, a testament to her compassionate nature, and the cause of her continued exchange of letters with John.

Nadine is Chastity’s most beloved sibling. She has idolized her as long as she can recall, something that has only increased with her sister’s move to France and her resulting glamorous life have done nothing to change that, though as time goes on Chastity has begun to realize her sister is merely human as well. When Chastity was smaller, she hoped to be exactly like her when she grew up, but now Chastity can recognize the differences between the two and realize she prefers to be herself, even if she is quieter and more academically focused. The war made it more difficult for the two to communicate, but both have tried hard to stay in touch, and Chastity has a subscription to Witch Weekly to keep an eye out for Nadine’s photo shoots and columns.

Chastity has a great deal of respect for her second oldest brother, Brody, but has never found herself extremely close to him, thinking him to be self-absorbed and stubborn to a fault, though that is a crime she is guilty of too.

Though Nadine might be the sibling Chastity adores the most, Collin is the one she is closest too. The two are often quite competitive, but when either one is upset they are the first to rush to the other’s aid. Being significantly younger than their three older siblings made them a team, and Collin could convince Chastity to do almost anything, frequently enlisting her help in his more elaborate pranks towards Brody.

Chastity truely loves to learn. Before coming to Hogwarts, she was taught by governesses and tutors employed by her family, and no subject lacked interest. Chastity picked up the basics of several languages and is quite well spoken in several more. She has always loved studying history, and has a mind that quickly picks up mathematics. Magically too she has always been bright, though her focus on the past seems to inhibit her skill with divining the future.

Outside of her lessons, Chastity can often be found reading or working on one of her latest projects. When the weather is nice, Chastity enjoys walking in the gardens or going for riding her horse, Darcy. She enjoys playing chess with her brother and practicing the piano or the flute, both of which she plays competently. Chastity also spends a considerable amount of time with her mother, sometimes of her own choosing though often not, meeting the influential families of Europe and showily supporting a wide range of charities.

Chastity is quite reserved around most people, though polite and often charming. It is not that she feels uncomfortable around people, but that she has discovered how much one can learn when they are quiet. In general she is a very rule abiding person, but occasionally she will stoop down for darker methods to accomplish what she wants, something that is definitely a family trait.

Though among her peers Chastity can sometimes seem stuck-up or self absorbed, in reality she is probably just distracted by some new concept or idea. As people get to know Chastity, they begin to realize just how compassionate she is. She has a quiet sense of humor which many would describe as unexpectedly funny, though she rarely shows it. For the most part she is calm and collected, and her response to anger is often even more extreme silence, but she becomes very passionate about somethings, and will devote large amounts of time to figuring something out.

While Chastity is self confident, she is easily offended, probably because most of her early life she has been sheltered from those who would insult her. When she is offended by someone, it can take her a very long time to forgive them, remaining cold and aloof, usually until they apologize. Though it is rare, once Chastity has taken a dislike to someone, she will almost never let it go.

Because of her family background, Chastity knows what her life will look like, that it is her duty to marry for the good of the family to some influential pureblood. Sometimes she wishes she lived in a world where she could go on to be something other than a wife and a mother, but she looks back on the centuries where this has worked and reminds herself that while times might change other places, for families like hers tradition is what keeps them alive. This can make her feel aimless at times, but when this happens she just tries to throw herself into her studies or latest project and focus on the present, not the future.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request:
Ravenclaw

Personality:
Chastity is extremely intelligent, compassionate, and traditional. She cares deeply for those she likes and not at all for those she doesn’t. When it comes to learning, whether in school, with tutors, or on her own, she is dedicated and passionate. Chastity is deeply afraid of spiders, though her biggest fear is letting her family down. She has an incorrigible sweet tooth, particularly for chocolate, though her mother always reminds her not to eat too much, because a lady should keep slim.

Appearance:
Chastity is short for her age, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She has pale skin which doesn’t freckle or tan, full lips and a straight nose. Chastity like the way she looks for the most part, though she wishes she were as effortlessly pretty as her sister Nadine.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
The boy was vaguely familiar to her.

She had been watching his progress for a minute or two, wondering what, in the name of Merlin, he could be looking for with his nose pressed in the flowerbeds. She was just trying to decide whether he was purposely trampling the poppies or if he was just absorbed in his task when he let out a terrifyingly loud sneeze.

Growing up, her mother and various governesses had always drilled into her a number of important facts. The first: the continuance of order in the magical world depends on those born to good families (like us) preserving blood status. The second: No true gentleman will ever request so much as a kiss before he’s courted you for at least six months. Third: A true lady always has at least one handkerchief on her person.

That was, Chastity supposed, the reason she was so completely horrified to see the boy wipe his nose on his sleeve.

The boy did not look pleased to see her as he straightened up.

“Can I help you with something? It’s not polite to stare.”

Taken aback at being spoken to in such a manner, Chastity blinked for a moment, but quickly regained her composure.

“No thank you. I was just getting a bit of reading in.” Chastity vaguely waved her book in the air, feeling uncomfortable. She wondered what she could do to end this conversation. Suddenly inspiration struck.

“Would you like a handkerchief?”


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