Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Elliot Blue Sinclair

Gender: Male

Age: 7 years old

Bloodline: Halfblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
FATHER: Edward “Eddie” Logan Sinclair (NPC)
MOTHER: Rudy “Red” Saint Sinclair (NPC)

Residence:
Winchcombe, Cheltenham, England

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Nope!

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:
Vanessa Naoi, Solange Santoro

Biography: (100 words minimum.)



BLUEBERRY pie sat upside down on just mopped wooden floors, sticky twilight splattered not-so-charmingly upon white walls, and rivulets of berry juice explored the expanse of kitchen in some form of a last hurrah. The first clue was one Elliot Blue Sinclair crouched by the scene of the crime, attempting his best to appear as innocent as possible- a feat proving quite difficult with a squirming bunny behind his back.

Blue Sinclair was not, in the slightest, innocent.

His hands (still hidden) and mouth were crumb-coated and as guilty as could be. He was, to put it simply, caught red, well, caught purple-handed. It didn't help that the bunny (Polka had finally managed her escape) was very distinctly dyed a temporary bluish-purple.

A blueberry pie bluish-purple.

“I wanted to share some pie with Polka, Mum!”

Polka was not allowed anywhere near the kitchen after the pie incident. Neither was Blue, for quite awhile. (It didn't take too long, however, for Blue to discover the magic of a brilliant, sweet smile and a clutched handful of wildflowers to get on his mother's good side. Anything, for some good blueberry pie.)



Pearly whites shined mischievously under the sunlit summer sky as Blue looked down upon his adoring royal subjects and courageous knights of the BLUE TABLE. (The subjects and knights themselves consisted of his cheeky pup, Oliver, neighborhood kids, James, Grayson, and Ben, and the ever fearsome bunny, Polka. A motley crew, indeed.)

The lot of them had found a fantastically large hay bale, and now, it was boring hay bale no more, but the Kingdom of Winchcombe! Blue stood triumphantly on the highest part, playing the role of king quite well, if he did say so himself. Mum's fur coat, draped dashingly over his shoulders, was very much fit for a king. Fit for King Blue Sinclair, yessir.

"Peasants!”

Three boys and two animals shot rather annoyed looks at him. He cleared his throat sheepishly. “Ah...my loyal subjects and brave men! We have a...stupendous! Journey ahead of us.”

"There will be adventure!” The three knights looked at each other in excitement.

"Lots n’ lots of treasure! And sweets! And mountains made of pies!” Polka thumped the ground in anticipation. "It will be dangerous!” Oliver barked as Blue clambered to his feet. "But we will defeat any evil monster that dares challenge us!” Hurrahs traveled across the field.

"Any kraken! Any other king! Any witch that dares to attack the might-”

“ELLIOT. BLUE. SINCLAIR. What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing?”

King Blue Sinclair felt a bit sick at the witch approaching from the edge of the field. He felt even more faint when his mum started running. James, Grayson, and Ben were nowhere to be seen.

“Wha- knights! You ain't supposed to run at the sight of danger! Cow-cowards, the lot of yo--oof.” His tumble from the hay bale did nothing to slow his mother's angry march. In fact, he had a sinking feeling the now hay coated, BLUEGRASS smelling fur coat would only make things much, much worse.

In hindsight, if he hadn't been running for his life, Blue figured his mum would have made a very fine knight of the Blue Table. She was undeniably more intimidating than any other neighborhood boy.

“WAIT FOR ME!” With Oliver at his heels, Blue chased after the deserters. "Long live the king!”



"You wanna see?”

His new BLUE DENIM overalls had big, big pockets and so they were absolutely perfect for adventuring. Blue was feeling very cool  because Dad had said they were from America. "They're Amurickin,” he had boasted to Pansy. Pansy Abbott lived right next door to him and wanted to tag along today-  even though Blue thought Oliver was more than enough company. But Dad always said to be nice to girls and old folks and Blue supposed Pansy fell into one of the two categories. Anyways, he had yet to forgive the other boys for leaving their leader behind on the battlefield, so maybe he did miss talking to another person just a little. But not a lot. Especially not a girl.

Without waiting for a response from Pansy, Blue reached into his right pocket; a BLUEBELL stem, a scattering of rocks, more than a handful of leaves, and two beatles proudly tumbled out. A beat for dramatic effect (and to give Pansy a proper amount of time to admire his collection), he gave a wide grin as he dug around in his left pocket for the very best find of the day.

"Gotcha!”

"Look!” Blue Sinclair had never seen a funnier expression than Pansy Abbott's face when she finally noticed the toad croaking approximately half an inch away from her. The toad was truly a masterpiece, a terrific find. Warty, fat, and with a bit of an attitude, Blue thought Mr. Toad would be a fine addition to the Knights of the Blue Table. Perhaps the greatest knight yet! Mr. Toad, after all, didn't seem the sort to leave his king behind. "Well, whaddaya—”

Pansy Abbott was crying. Bollocks. "Bollocks," he said, absentmindedly. Mum hearing of this was the last thing Blue wanted- he'd gotten chewed out for the whole fur coat ordeal and was definitely not looking forward to another lecture.

“Pans, Pansy, don't cry! Here, you can have this.” Bluebell stem in hand, blooms remarkably intact, he placed the flower delicately in the gal's hair. Girls liked flowers, right? For added effect, he also offered her a shiny rock, one he found by the creek. He wasn't too sure if girls liked rocks too, but it didn't hurt to give it a try.

Tear-stained cheeks shifted to that of an embarrassed blush, and Pansy hesitantly took the two peace offerings. "I'll walk ya home, alright? It's gettin’ dark anyways.”

A few days later, one Pansy Abbott showed up at the doorstep of a very surprised Blue Sinclair. Shyly, she shoved a small package into his hands. "For your stupid frog,” she huffed simply, and hustled away rather quickly.

Upon opening it, he found one red ribbon, and a tiny flower crown- presumably, for Mr. Toad. If only a certain Pansy Abbott hadn't scared him away!

...It was probably time to make peace with the Knights of the Blue Table. For the good of the kingdom. And himself.

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:

Sunshine beckoned from every direction, coaxing him to join in with the other children romping about. But for all it was worth, Elliot Blue Sinclair may as well have had a thundering rain cloud above his head. It simply wasn’t fair. Why did he have to be here with Mum and a bunch of babies, while AJ got to go about Hogsmeade with his friends? Blue Sinclair was every ounce as cool as his brother, if not cooler. And that was fact. They had even taken Oliver with them! AJ was the absolute worst brother in the history of brothers. Of the entire world. That was a fact too.

And now he was stuck on this bench, bored as a...boring as Mum and her annoying old friend in the big poofy hat! Godric, they'd been chatting for hours. All he had was his binoculars, and needless to say, there wasn't anything interesting happening in the park. Blue would know. He had checked at least twenty times in the past three minutes. Sighing (quite audibly too, in the hopes that his mum would hear of his pain) Blue brought the lens to his eyes once more- nearly falling off his seat as a voice broke the peace and quiet of his reluctant bubble.

He warily met the fierce gaze of a little girl, about his age, a short distance behind him and the bench.

"Play?” Honestly, it wasn't like Blue had anything better to do. Really, he'd pretend to be a princess at this point, just to do something besides listen to Mum's conversation about Pansy Abbott's mum's flashy new...whatever.

"Maybe. If it's fun. What do you wanna play?”

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