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Character name: Fallon Tate

Previous and Current Characters: Audrey Campbell (Retired), Caroline Bisset, Eloise Warwick

Character age: 27

Character education:
Ilvermorny class of 1953

Strength and Weaknesses:

Strengths: First and foremost, Fallon is adaptable. She can roll with the punches and adjust herself for pretty much any situation. Taking care of herself from a young age instilled a sense of independence in Fallon. She does not need someone to hold her hand and walk her through everything. When Fallon cares about something, she will put all of her effort into it. It becomes a part of her. Just like her journaling, just like her articles, just like her love for different places and cultures.

Weaknesses: Fallon is impulsive above all else. She makes most important decisions at the drop of a hat and spends even less time worrying about it. Of course, she is also stubborn. Once she sets her mind to an idea it would take a fair bit of effort to change it. While many people do not like change, Fallon needs it. Otherwise, she grows restless. Unchanging routines are a nightmare for her. Without variety, she usually ends up making drastic changes to make up for it.

Physical description: For someone with a big personality, Fallon is quite small. Rather petite in size, she stands just at 5’3 inches. Until recently her blonde hair was often kept in braids pinned in a crown on her head, otherwise, it was just left loose and wavy. However, she recently chopped it into a short and sleek bob she keeps tucked behind her ears. Fallon never leaves home without feeling confident in her appearance. She is usually dressed in the latest fashions. Her hair is always neat and clean and her makeup is precise. Usually, she seems a bit overdressed and her makeup a bit dramatic, but not outrageously so.

Personality: Fallon is outgoing and friendly. Living a life where she was constantly new in town, not knowing anybody, she had to become the type of person to strike up a conversation with anyone, though it was quite easy for her to adapt since she had always been outgoing. She loves to listen to people, whether it is venting, telling her stories (please tell them to her!), or just talking about their day. Most significant is the fact that she is a people pleaser. Being left behind is a huge fear of hers, so she will try her hardest just to be liked by people and will do her best to keep the people she cares about happy. It is a dangerous line before it gets to be unhealthy. And she will cross it happily.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:

Fallon was not a great student. It’s not that she was not capable or intelligent enough, but she just did not do well with the traditional type of learning. Homework, lectures, tests, and papers did not do anything for her. Instead, she much preferred practical, real world experiences. She never had a specific career path, preferring to just go where the wind takes her and ended up falling into being a travel journalist.

While she loves that, she had found herself wanting more as she settled in the United Kingdom and adapted to a more stable life. It is still what she loves to do and she will probably never give it up, Fallon has been a bit restless lately. She wants to give to the children who were like her. To be the Professor who goes outside of the norm and supports students who do not thrive under traditional learning circumstances.

And if she was being honest, she always loved trying new things and teaching is something she had never done before.

Fallon Tate was a very unexpected surprise for her parents, Sandra and Michael. The pair had met at Ilvermorny, but they did not start dating until after they had graduated. The unprepared couple were young and they had not been together for very long, so a baby was the last thing on their mind. The pair married quickly, pressured to do so by their parents before the baby arrived. And so they were the Tates, living in a tiny house, just outside of Phoenix, Arizona.

Money was tight before Fallon’s arrival and even tighter after. Michael had to work long hours to ensure that they had enough to make ends meet. Sandra was less than helpful in that department, but she also was the one who had to take care of the baby, so it was just easier for her to be a stay at home mother anyway. Fallon does not remember much about this part of her child, but there are still some things that stick with her vividly. She remembers hearing the shouting after she was sent to bed, being made to play quietly on her own while her mother entertained friends, and being left alone on occasions despite being quite young.

Most of all, she remembers the night her mother had left. She was only six and a half. As usual, there was an argument. Probably about money, though she cannot actually remember. But, always the nosy child, Fallon sat on the floor right next to her bedroom door. It was always open a crack to let a little light in. She listened as they argued, but this time it was different. It moved on from whatever started it and centered around her. Sandra did not want to be a mother anymore. She never wanted to be one in the first place. Knowing she most definitely was not supposed to hear that, Fallon climbed back into her own bed and waited as she could hear her mother packing her things. Fallon has not seen or heard from her since.

Without a caretaker while her father worked, Fallon was left in the care of Wanda. She was an elderly witch who lived down the street. Intolerant of the rambunctiousness of a young child, Wanda gave Fallon different activities that she could do quietly. One of these was Fallon’s first journal. She has religiously kept one since that day. Never missing a day, Fallon has kept every journal she has filled, now sitting on a bookshelf in her apartment.

When she was at Ilvermorny she had to figure everything out for herself. Conflicts with friends, makeup, relationships, anything a young girl would go to a mother or older sister for. Part of her was angry she had to do it all on her own, but she always seemed to manage. Her father remarried when she was twelve and by the time she was fifteen, she had two younger brothers. Even when she was at home, she always felt a bit outside of her family. She wasn’t there for all the important moments and she couldn’t quite relate to them. Being independent and having to take care of herself since she was able to made her less reliant on them and she spent most of her time on her own, usually shut up in her room or roaming the town they lived in.

Academics were not her main focus at school. Obviously, this posed a bit of a problem for her. Fallon hated sitting in class and listening to lectures. Assignments and tests were unimportant to her. She was just as capable as her classmates and she didn’t need a letter grade to prove it. She liked to learn by doing things, real world examples. While her friends were making plans for after they graduated, Fallon was stuck. She didn’t know what she wanted. Everyone seemed to be ready to settle down and she was ready to explore.

After graduation, Fallon felt much to ansty at home. So, she packed her things, got herself a one way portkey, and never looked back. She spent the next eight years travelling the world. However, the nomadic nature of her life grew to be quite lonely. Looking to establish actual connections, Fallon settled down in London. She’s met people she cares about and now feels like she has found her home. Now, she’s looking for her next adventure.


It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

Time management was never one of Fallon Tate’s strong suits. She ran on her own time. She was usually five to ten minutes late for everything. Though she never intended to. It was just how she was.

Except, today, she was determined to be on time. She had specifically given herself plenty of leeway so she would be on time-- early even, for this interview. Fallon wanted it to go well. She had arrived at Hogwarts Castle as she planned, with time to spare.

What she did not account for, however, was the difficulty she would have navigating the castle halls. Having never stepped foot in the school (and not having the best sense of direction to begin with), the directions given were less than intuitive for Fallon. And the staircases moved. This was not what she was planning on. She knocked before she entered the Headmistress’ office.

“I sincerely apologize, Ma’am.”

She stepped further into the office, standing in front of her interviewer. Fallon may not have been the most serious person in her personal life, but she knew when she had to be. True contrite was evident on her face.

“I got a bit lost in the halls. The portraits, however, were rather helpful in pointing me in the right direction. I hope you can forgive me as I’ve never been to Hogwarts before.”

It was no excuse for being late, but Fallon hoped the Headmistress would accept her explanation and continue on with the interview.

Lesson Plans PM’d on April 1, 2020.

Elsewhere Accepted / Fallon Tate || Elsewhere Adult
« on: 19/09/2020 at 19:01 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

Character Name: Fallon Margo Tate
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Blood Status: Halfblood


A very small, but eccentrically decorated flat in London

Travel Journalist

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?

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 9
  • Divination: 8
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 8
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Audrey Campbell, Caroline Bisset

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Born in a small town outside Phoenix, Arizona, Fallon was brought into the world by Michael and Sandra Tate. She came along shortly after the couple’s wedding. They were not prepared for a child, but they did their best. However, that didn’t mean Fallon’s childhood was easy. Her father worked long hours just to support the small family. She remembers the shouting she could hear long after bedtime. She remembered playing on her own while her mother had friends over. And most of all, she remembered the times she was left home alone despite being only five years old.

By the time she was six and a half, her mother was gone. She didn’t want to be a mother in the first place and she couldn’t pretend any longer, so she left. With her father still having to work long hours, even though there were only two of them now, she was left with the elderly neighbor when she got home from school until her father got home in time for dinner. Wanda was not able to keep up with a young child, so she encouraged her more creative side. She was the one who gifted Fallon her first journal.

When she was eleven, she was sent off to Ilvermorny, just like her parents. She was sorted into Thunderbird. She was surprised since her parents were both in Wampus. Fallon was a social drifter. Having friends in several different groups, she didn’t form her own. She did what she needed to do academically, only just meeting requirements for her classes (unless it was a particular interest). As graduation neared, she began to experience frequent stomach aches. Talk of the future and a career, settling somewhere, and going back home would usually land her in the infirmary. She didn’t know what she wanted.

She never went a day without writing in her journal. Throughout the years, she managed to fill numerous journals with her thoughts, poems, stories, and eventually, details of her travels. By the time she was twelve, her father remarried and she had two younger brothers by the time she was fifteen. Her relationship with her family was rather distant since she spent most of her time at school or holed up in her bedroom writing.

The dreaded graduation came and went and she was stuck in her bedroom with regular stomach aches. The healers could find nothing wrong. Of course, it wasn’t physical, but she didn’t understand it. By the end of the summer, she had packed up her journals, a suitcase, and a few other necessities and took off for someplace new. She would stay in each new place for a year or less before the stomach aches returned and she moved on. She’d work various part-time jobs, both No-Maj and magical as she traveled to get by.

Fallon spent time in different cities and countries. The longest she stayed in one place was seven months. She had rather liked Amsterdam, but she had to move on eventually. She never stayed long enough to develop meaningful relationships, not wanting to get too close to the people she was going to leave. This was easier, but the loneliness was crushing.

After eight years of traversing the globe, she finally decided that she wanted to settle down for a bit. Maybe write the book she’s been thinking about. She still had dozens of stories in her now large collection of journals that detailed her travels. She had been selling them to various publications for the past few years, making a name for herself as a travel journalist. Now, she’s settled in a tiny flat. The shelves are filled with her journals, poetry is scribbled on scraps of parchment laying around, and sentimental objects from her travels litter the flat.

She’s not sure if she’s ready to stay in one place indefinitely, but she is tired of running from her fears.

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Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Snow always seemed so magical to Fallon. Growing up outside of Phoenix, Arizona, snow was something she didn't grow up with. She looked up to the sky and watched the white flakes fall from the sky. It put a smile on her face. Fallon never minded the cold. It was much easier to deal with than the heat. She could always put on more layers to warm up, but there was only so much she could do to cool down. She pulled her black coat tighter around her as she was hit by a cool breeze.

She had decided to go shopping in Diagon Alley. Fallon had just finished unpacking her flat and there were a few items she needed. It was a busy time of year, but she just wanted to feel like she had a home. She weaved through the crowds, avoiding the people carrying piles of packages. Well, that was until one landed on her.

"Oh Merlin!"

Fallon steadied herself as the box dropped to her feet. Taking a moment to assess herself, she noticed she was draped with tinsel and dusted with glitter. She couldn't help but let out a laugh. She looked like someone had shook out a Christmas tree over the top of her.

"It's completely fine! Are you all right?" she asked the man who launched the box at her when he slipped in the snow.

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