Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.


Name: Delilah Chloe McCormick

Birthday: March 12, 1962

Hometown: Godrick's Hollow

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration

Year (pick two): First, Second


Biography:

Delilah — affectionately nicknamed Dolly by her family — has never been accused of being the smartest eleven-year-old out there. Dolly loves books, but they sure do give her a hard time, and numbers are even harder. Still, she tries to comfort herself in knowing that although she may not be book-smart, she has learned how to do a lot of stuff over the years.

She knows how to comfort a crying baby, pat a burp out of their back, and how to quiet them so she can eavesdrop on what the adults are saying. She knows how to patch up the scrapes on her knees from being too rambunctious in the yard, and how to whine and pretend she doesn’t when she’s having a bad day and wants attention. After years of painting birdhouses, she knows what colors they seem to like the best, and she’s mastered being quiet enough to observe them while they eat. She knows how to cajole anyone who steps foot into the McCormick croft into sitting down for one of her famous tea parties, and she's an incredible host. Dolly knows that exchanging friendship bracelets is a sacred ritual, and love is the most valuable thing in the world and should be shared freely.

The most important thing Dolly knows is that even though her family doesn't look the same as some of her friends’, she's still loved, important, and cherished.

But it’s hard not to miss those who aren’t there anymore, or to dream about what could’ve been.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.


House Request: Surprise me!

Personality:
Delilah has a lot of love — for her family, for the earth, for life itself. She is so full of love that it feels like her heart is half of her body weight.

She’s quick to express it, too. She shows her love for the Earth by caring for plants, tending to animals, and beautifying it when she can. Love for life has made her oddly nostalgic for someone so young, reflective of her experiences and eager for more.

Delilah is not particularly outgoing, but she loves people and is quick to form bonds. She’s affectionate to those she’s close to and quick to lend a helping hand whenever she can, often without thinking of it actively. Delilah has a calm, even temper; she is deeply empathetic and always tries to see where people are coming from. Keenly observant, she often notices things about other people that they might not even know about themselves.

A lifetime full of admiring everything and everyone around her has made it all too easy for her to compare herself to everyone and everything. It’s a nasty habit she’s formed as she’s gotten older. She frequently finds herself not measuring up.

Her idealism is endless (so much so that she’s broken her own heart a million times), but not when she’s self-reflecting. It’s hard for her to give herself the same grace she gives everyone else. A lot of things are more difficult for her than they seem to be for other kids. She has to take time to remind herself of the things that she is good at, and she still has time to grow.

Appearance:
Delilah is small and slight and has never had any trouble blending into the background when she’s needed to. She has brown hair, like her dad, and blue eyes, like her mom. She likes to think she’s the perfect mix of the two of them. Her pale arms are typically littered with pen-drawn doodles and notes, a constant reminder of her distractible nature.


→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.

Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."


Roleplay Response:

Delilah skipped breakfast in favor of sitting in the garden, basking in the sun, surrounded by her crystals. The divination textbook on her lap called it charging.

Her face scrunched up at the sound of someone fee-fi-fo-fum-ing through the flowers. She couldn’t help but to look to see what all the ruckus was about. When the older boy addressed her, she jumped, not expecting him to notice her.

Delilah knew it wasn't polite to stare, thank you very much. To run a proper tea party, one had to know all the important rules of etiquette. She also knew Hugh was a bit too old to be wiping his nose on his sleeve like the little ones at her mum's daycare.

She waved her hand as if physically trying to wipe away the not-so-nice thought. The textbook said she was supposed to be charging these crystals with positive energy! Judgement wasn’t kind.

"I'm real sorry, Hugh. I didn't mean to upset you." She spoke to him warmly, though her tone was a little too much like the one she would use to talk to one of her little nieces or nephews. They were the only people she was used to speaking to firmly. "I have some napkins here, if you want them. Just please ask me politely."

She rummaged through her bag, past stickers, stray beads, and colorful markers, to find a small pack of tissue. She waved it in the air, patiently waiting for his response.

Delilah thought it was a fair solution. Nobody liked being stared at, so she apologized. He didn't have to be mean about it, though. Both of them made transgressions, so both of them should say sorry.

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