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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Thelma Anya-Bry Rose
Gender:Female
Age: 9 - 20 November 1960.Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Bryson Rose (played) & Athanasia Valenti (npc)
Residence:London, England
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Yes, the Rosebud Learning Center
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:Scarlet McCormick & Co.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)A young girl of promising parentage, wide eyed and incredibly curious. Bright blue eyes and silky chestnut hair was the first born of her father. No short of intelligence, ever questioning the reasons of why this, and why not that. A quiet, timid girl was a mere reflection of her age. A blossoming flower that had yet to fully bloom.
Though Thelma Anya-Bry Rose had been born into a life of luxury and the finest lavishes, she had yet to fully appreciate them - much like any other child. Instead, she enjoyed playing in the gardens, elbows deep into the dirt. The young girl liked to find all of the interesting insects and putting them into tiny jars for her to admire at later times.
Thelma almost always had a smile on her face, choosing to look at the brightest side as her father always said. She enjoyed very much the company of her family, and those who were nice to her.
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:The day was pretty, like a flower from the garden in Greece.
But the sun felt a different kind of warm. Not like the blazing kind she remembered from the early years. Before she began to spend more of her time with father. It was more forgiving and less harsh, she felt so even after spending more time in the countryside.
But there were errands to run, people to greet, and much to do in preparations for a life change. One that seemed to both scare and excite her. So much that she didn’t mind another voice calling for her in a mean tone. Turning to look at the stranger, her nose scrunched up as she thought for a moment.
“Are you gonna be nicer if I do?” OTHERHow did you find us?
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