Morgan C. Taylor - Application

[Morgan C. Taylor]

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Morgan Caspin Taylor:

Gender: Male

Age:11

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Lillian and Jacob Taylor (Deceased)

Residence:
In a deep section of Knockturn Alley in a box.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
No

Do you wish to be approved as a group with ah the alley streets, stealing

As he sat on the cold alley floor, his mind drifted to how he used to live.

His parents: Lillian and Jacob Taylor were pureblooded wizards who made a modest living selling creative supplies out of their privatley owned store. Morgan could easily remember waking up in the morning and running down stairs with his older brother to help his parents open up for the day. It was the happiest time of his life. In fact, it was the only time he could honestly remember being "happy". But then the fire happened and his whole world was turned upside down. He could never remember much about that day, but he always remembered the face of the firefighter who helped him out of his home. The strong and fearless man who lood)

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:
With a hood pulled over his head, Morgan quietly made his way through Godrick Park.  He had just finished getting his hand on enough fresh fruit to last him two days and was quite satisfied with himself. Now the only thing on his mind was getting back to Knockturn Alley. There he would lay in his make shift house, enjoy his feast, and share with anyone who asked.

"...Do you want to play?"

The question was odd to him, but then he remembered that children did not see the world like adults. They did not care if you were dirty or "unfit for society" they just wanted companionship. Although he was only eleven he spent most of his life living alone which caused him to think differently than most children. If Morgan was in the girl's shoes he would have avoided himself at all costs.

"Not really." He said with a smile.


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[Jessica Beauchamp]

Accepted!

Jessica