E L S E W H E R E C H I L D
CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Elise Ferris.
Gender: Feminine.
Age: 13
Bloodline: Halfblood
Parents/Guardians: Lucas Ferris and Emilia Ferris [NPC]
Residence: Growing up, Elise resided in Baltimore, Maryland with both of her parents. However, at the age of twelve, she was sent away to live with her strict grandparents in Scotland. Currently, she is homeless.
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?: No, but eventually, she will enter into Hogwarts as either a sixth year or a fifth year.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?: Nope!
Please list any other characters you already have at the site: Elliot Blyth, Rodric Medraut and Samuel Oliveroot.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Daughter of Lucas Ferris--well-known wizard politician--and Emilia Ferris--stay-at-home mother, Elise wanted far from the boring life her parents seem to unwillingly drag upon their shoulders. Elise wanted adventure.
From a fairly early age, her overwrought parents chased after their daughter: a bold, defiant girl who ran off with her imagination the moment her parents turned a blind eye towards her. Lucas and Emilia Ferris assured each other their daughter’s obscene, wild nature would subdue as time went on; however, quite the contrary began to happen.
Climbing on tables, jumping off roofs, exploring closed off construction sites at night: the Ferris’ found that they could simply not keep track of their little girl, no matter how hard they tried. Elise, barely ten, was often dragged home by the police by her muddy, dirty forearms, to which the Ferris’ profusely apologized for. The scolding didn’t seem to affect the red headed firecracker. Instead, she found other ways to meet her nature need for adrenaline rushes and exploration.
At the age of twelve, the Ferris’ were called into their daughter’s private wizarding institution in Baltimore, Maryland. It had only been Elise’s first year, but the Ferris’ knew better than to think they had been called in for good news.
They hesitantly read the misdemeanor on a slip of paper. Written in fine cursive was a frightful explanation:
“Elise Ferris allegedly kissed a boy in Charms. She then argued with Professor Lentin over what should and shouldn’t be labeled ‘improper’ and ‘inappropriate’.”After a heavy scolding, the Ferris’ came up with an ingenious plan. With Lucas Ferris’s dear parents residing within Great Britain, sending Elise to her strict grandparents across seas seemed like the only proper option in straightening out her reckless, disobedient behavior. At least, that’s what they had kindly reassured themselves of.
With a short Au revoir from the Ferris’, Elise packed up her bags and stepped into the floo network, utterly confused by the entire affair. The red head stared at her parents from the fireplace, a soft frown on her lips.
They hadn’t so much as explained a thing.
Elise bit deep into her lip. Any harder and she would’ve drawn blood. Long red hair wisped outward from her braid. Dark eyes glanced around the lengthy, styled table she sat at. Chest puffed outward, back stood straight. She reminded herself of these things as her grandmother slowly paced behind her.
She held her breath. The fork was on the left side, the spoons on the right with the knife. The plate in the center [as though it weren’t the obvious place]. Fork pointed at cup. Cup stood frozen in glassy terror. Elise bit harder into her lip, stiffening a giggle. She didn’t want the belt again. No sir, not this time. Refraining from clearing her throat, or making any sound at all, Elise impatiently waited in absolute silence for the final verdict.
“No, this is not right.”“W-what?!” Elise shouted as she shot up from the table, her gaze searing into the older woman before her. Lucille--No, Grandmother Lucille, as the woman so strictly ordered Elise to call her--frowned at the utter catastrophe that was Elise’s dining etiquette.
“You have to be kidding me!” Elise continued to yell, her voice high and squeaky as she scanned her placemat over, “I did
everything right!”
“Spoon points at the glass, silly girl,” The woman corrected, nothing remotely
silly about her tone.
Mouth agape, Elise roughly pushed her chair into the table, ignoring the cup which clattered to the floor. “This is the fifteenth time I’ve done this today--I am
tired of this, ALL of this,” She growled before storming out of the dining area. Elise knew she would regret the move later, but it felt good to leave the woman stood there now. It felt good to get the last word. The thirteen year old slammed the door behind her.
Grandmother Lucille bent down and plucked the cup from the floor with her pasty, veined hand. Glancing towards her husband, who sat across the room with a dark, offended expression in his eye, she sighed.
“I say--That girl is anything short of a werewolf, the way she behaves.”
Running away hadn’t seemed so difficult until Elise had actually done it. The food came in rations, the water came when it came. The redhead glanced around the streets, head bent in a way so that the passersby could not see her dirt-dusted face. It wasn’t much of an adventure at all if it meant starving on the side of an alleyway, that was for sure.
Europeans didn’t take to homeless Americans as well as Elise had presumed. Her Baltimore accent still imbedded her tone of voice like a bloodsucking tick. Despite her Scottish heritage, she still knew little to nothing about her surroundings. The thirteen year old had accidently left her wand behind. The odds never seemed to be in her favor.
Pulling a strand of her hair behind her ear, Elise wanted the residential beetles of Diagon Alley crawl passed where she had firmly planted her feet. She doubted her grandparents were worried about her well-being. It could be easily assumed that they thought she was return, hunger, tired and ready for forgiveness.
Elise laughed bitterly to herself, startling several people who walked passed her. They could judge her all they wanted to, but they wouldn’t have even dared if they had known the things she’d had to deal with in that--torturous mansion of theirs. Catching a glimpse of a cute boy walking by with a newly bought broom in his hand, Elise grinned. At least the view was nice.
Roleplay Response:Godric Park: Elise had quickly decided that it was exactly her fourth favorite place to explore. She counted on her fingertips how long she had been missing from her grandparents’ strict abode. Twenty-three--Yes, that definitely seemed right. Clever eyes scanned the park, eager to watch for cute boys passing by, even though she felt like a messy, homeless wreck of a girl.
Children often misplaced and lost items within the area, which she had politely taken to borrowing. Elise only took what was absolutely necessary to survive: food, water bottles, clothes. The red haired firecracker hadn’t yet gotten herself a wand, but she would, eventually.
"John, I said wait up!"Elise’s gaze shifted towards a tiny, little girl, trudging a toy broomstick behind her as she frantically tried to keep up with her brother who wasn’t cute enough to pay much attention to. Biting into her lip, Elise cringed as the girl piledrived her toy into the ground with a pouty expression, obviously dismayed by her own inability to use it. It made Elise depressed to see kids give up so easily on the things they had been generously given.
The thirteen year old would given anything to own a broomstick, even a toy one.
"You!"Elise’s breath hiked in her throat. Was the girl speaking to her? And why in that tone? Offensive much! Elise blinked slowly, waiting for an explanation from the girl.
[Don’t even think about yelling at me]
"...Do you want to play?”Elise paused. It seemed as though the girl hadn’t meant to shout so loudly as she approached. Giving her a second chance, Elise teetered where she sat and shrugged, “What do you have in mind?”
Hopefully it didn’t involve pile-driving any more broomsticks.
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