E L S E W H E R E C H I L D
CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Sebastian Hartley II
Gender: Male
Age: 5
Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Margaux Hartley & Sebastian Hartley (both current characters)
Residence: London, England
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Daycare (when visiting Auntie Serena and Cousin Lily)
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:Circe&Co.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Being an heir had its perks, especially at such a young age. Whenever he cried he was given whatever he desired... Well not whatever, but mostly. His father was very strict on Bash's activities. Tutors of all kinds entered and exited Hartley Manor throughout the day. His favorite part of the day was when he got to play.
The day his little sisters were born was the worst day of his life. They took his parent's attention away. The nanny gave him attention, but it wasn't the same. He didn't understand why he had to share. Sharing is what peasants had to do. His parents didn't have to share things. His father went away a lot, and his mother like to play dress up with him and his sisters.
But what did Bash have to call his own? He didn’t know yet.
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:Type your response here."Bash!" He had heard his mother calling. He was mad at her though. She didn't deserve his company. He wanted to show her a shiny rock he had found, but she was too busy with his sisters again. So he decided he would take an adventure without the extra baggage. He was five. Not two.
When he heard the shouts from above he was mesmerized. Older boys were flying like his father liked to do, and he wanted nothing more than to be up there with them. What came after the boys was a surprise though.
A strange girl. Didn't she know that broom flying was for boys only? When she fell it caused him to cross his arms in a 'I knew that would happen' fashion.
You! ... Do you want to play?"He looked around to see if there was anyone else around. There wasn't. He didn't want to play. "Why would I want to play with a girl who has cooties?" Hee asked in a very mean tone. The only girl he liked to play with was Lily, and this girl was definitely not her. She was a weird girl.
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