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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Vincent Morrison Dawson
Gender: Male
Age: Eight // 5 November 1942
Bloodline: Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn/Squib
Parents/Guardians: Wendell and Fiona Dawson
Residence: Formally New York City, New York.
Currently Yorkshire, England.
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?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:Zo & Co.
Biography:He had loved New York, the fascination of the hustle and bustle of the chaotic city. His parents were always busy during the day, leaving him to be cared for by Franny. The little boy loved his nanny, cherishing the time they got to spend together each day. She was like his second mom, and treated him like she did her own son Tony. The pair of boys spent every waking moment together.
Until the summer of 1951, when his parents informed him of their moving for his dad’s job. It made him sad to know they were moving out of the COUNTRY. It was exciting and sad all at the same time. He didn’t want to leave Franny and Tony behind, and he didn’t want to move out of the house he had known since birth.
But he had to.
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:Vinnie sat in the grass not far from mum, a set of wizarding chess in front of him. Dad was supposed to be teaching him to play but he was at work now, leaving him in his mom's care. And she was too busy talking to another mom on the bench beside him.
Sighing, the boy rested his elbow on his short cladded thigh, and in turn his chin on fist. He watched as other kids were playing and his gaze shifted to his mom, wondering if she would notice if he went to play, too. A girl's voice brought his gaze back to the space in front of him.
"Me?" he asked with a grin, hoping it was.
After her question, he nodded excitedly before shooting a cautious glance to his mom. She was still busy, not paying a lick of attention. Perfect. He shot up and raced her way before his mom could protest.OTHERHow did you find us?
Magic