Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Rainerio IV Niccolò ''Nerio'' Artorius Faustus
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-Five
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Ravenclaw
Class of 58'

Residence:
Ditchley Park, Oxfordshire - England

Occupation
Lawyer & Family Patriarch - Wizengamot Member - Legislator/Policymaker

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?
Yes - Ministry of Magic

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 11
• Divination: 7
• Transfiguration: 7
• Summoning: 7

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:
Antonin Borovsky - Cassius Coen Carlisle

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Rainerio Faustus was born atop the saddle of life; born among the best fineries that wealth could buy, everything was at his fingertips.  Born to Niccolò Faustus and Andromeda Faustus née Bellator on August 11th, 1941 in Verona, Italy, as the eldest and first-born son to a distinguished father and mother whose ideals came to shape and mold the young Fausti into the man that he was certainly fated to be.

It was as such that the young Nerio, as he was often called by those closest to him, came under the tutelage of his father from a young age to one day don the mantle of responsibility that had been inherited throughout the House of Faustus since the discovery of magic within the family line, dating back to the times of Ancient Rome.

His childhood was far from that of an average child; there was no time to horseplay within the Fausti, and that much was apparent as he was forced to study a varying amount of subjects; He quickly learned and his studious demeanor ensured that he excelled. It was certainly difficult being perfect.

It was at this point that Rainerio was instilled with authoritarian values as he was taught to listen and heed the harsh words and brash corrections of his father. Outdated and Ancient, those were the words that he often thought of as he continued to grow older, such was his perspective on the principles and standards that had reigned over many.  Life among the luxuries and riches, and yet it was all for naught, his cage was made of gold.  His family had placed a significant emphasis on his education and with such came a cost; resentment towards their lack of understanding and yet he did as he was asked as was his duty.

  Throughout the numerous occasions, it was the little gestures and notes of affection from his parents that kept him sane, although they were strict, they were merely guiding his hand in advancing his mentality. The world being a reckless tidal wave of uncertainties, the choice was to either float or drown.  Life made sure of that. 

It wasn't long before he was joined by his little siblings, as the eldest it was his prerogative to ensure that they wouldn't endure many of the harsh trials that his father, Niccolò, often held.  It certainly was not long at all before it was all turned upside when in 1950, they abruptly up and left the prosperous city of Verona and moved to the United Kingdom.  It was difficult growing accustomed to the different climates and environments that came with the change in scenery, including his commencement at Hogwarts the following year.

Time runs its natural course and the years pass on, as he graduated from Hogwarts and furthered his education by attending Law School, using the many years of studies to pursue a righteous path.   It is while furthering his education that he is then informed that both of his parents were involved in a terrible accident aboard a passenger steamer whilst en route to New York. Those words unfurl emotions within him and yet he maintains the pretense of being bold, strong enough to hold himself upright.  He would now have to oversee his household and be a father and mother at the same time to his younger siblings, a position that is far from being envied, harsh are the cards that are dealt. Both of his parents were gone within the blink of an eye, and not enough time to mourn them both before the mantle is settled on his shoulders. 

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

Option Two -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Roleplay Response:

Nerio was lost in thought as he carried himself forward, walking down the length of Diagon Alley. The uncertainties of a pending case had him captivated, as he continued to dissect it and pick it apart in his mind, looking for alternatives and or a certain amount of leeway, that one might find within the realm of word-play. All that was required was a little amount of creativity and freedom when revising documents to undermine the integrity of a legal document and the paper would become essentially null if put under a spotlight.

  It was a rather dull affair, truth be told, however, it was his job to find different solutions to modern-day problems.

His train of thought was cast aside as he stumbled into the crouched form of a lady, almost tumbling down into her on accident due to the mere fact of not having seen her so close to the ground, it was an obvious disaster waiting for it to occur.  That or it was an elaborate plan to have him fall and pickpocketed, such was a common occurrence in Diagon Alley, much like Verona. "My apologies... I hadn't seen you there, are you alright?" His accent lightly rasped on his words as he glanced around before looking down at her and her broken heel.

Extending his hand, he offered her the opportunity to return to her feet and normal height. "I wouldn't bother with those anymore.. however, I would say that it is not wise to sit in the middle of a crowded street.''  He stated with a brilliant flash of his pearly whites.


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