Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Cedric Rhys Grant

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Victor and Vivian Grant (NPCs)

Residence:
Oxford, London

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Hogwarts/Gryffindor, he’s a seventh year but will not be played at the castle

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:
Alice Swan and co.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Imagine your stereotypical Pureblood family. The money, the power, the reputation, the looks. The Grants were exactly that. Every Pureblood event hosted welcomed the Grants and they accepted every invitation gladly. Victor and Vivian Grant never wasted an occasion to gloat about their ever-growing businesses and their wonderful children who would later on, continue the legacy.

Raphael Damien Grant, heir of the Grant name. The eldest grew up with expectations from his parents to embellish the family name and it was a role he accepted wholeheartedly. A kind and respectful man who already knew the trades of the company and could recite all their family’s history.

Giselle Vivian Grant, the youngest and only daughter of the Grants. A lively child who captured the hearts of many with just a smile and a bat of her eyelashes. She charmed people with her youthfulness and was happily spoiled rotten.

And then right dead in the center, Cedric Rhys Grant. Like many, he was a middle child obscured by his siblings’ shine. He’d never been the favorite as the attention all went to his brother and was shared with Giselle as the only daughter. Cedric was still loved, very much so, but people tended to ask more about Raphael and Giselle then him.

Frankly, he didn’t give a shit.

Unlike his siblings, Cedric didn’t care about impressing anybody. He was perfectly content being a wallflower and observing everything from afar. Dutifully, he still plastered a charming smile and partook in activities, socializing with the fellow members of the Pureblood societies. But deep down, he could not be bothered one bit. He enjoyed his upbringing; money did buy happiness despite what everyone said. But Cedric held his own little secrets, a dark side kept from his family. He chose his friends wisely, close confidents who knew the real him and not the polished aristocrat he made himself be. And now at Hogwarts, he felt even more free to be the person he wanted to be.

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:
Leaving the Grant mansion always felt so bloody liberating. While his home held an absurd number of rooms, some only visited when parties were held, nowhere felt freeing. Even in the third dinning room they never used—still lavishly decorated of course, who do you think the Grants were?—he could feel the walls’ eyes bore into him.

So, whenever gloomy London didn’t feel like flooding the whole city, Cedric slipped out of his room without a word to grab some fresh air.

His fingers tapped against the cigarette box in his pocket, the need for nicotine slowly growing. But he was passing by Godric Park and he couldn’t avoid someone potentially recognizing him.

”You!...Do you want to play?”

Cedric stopped in his tracks. Deep down, he wanted to bark a laugh and leave without a word. Except the reality of his entourage hit him yet again and he took a brief second to fetch the social mask he so often wore.

“Of course,” he said with a smile. He hoped her parents were somewhere nearby to witness this act of chivalry.

He lowered himself to be at her level and tutted. “My my, what happened here?” He eyed the toy broom stuck in the earth.

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