Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Maxwell Balgair Smellie

Birthday: August 10th, 1960

Hometown: Edinburgh, Scotland

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two): 2nd (preferred), 3rd

Biography:


My origin story is rather unassuming.  I came from a regular middle class neighborhood in Edinburgh Scotland.  I went to a normal school where I got average grades.  I played sports with my friends where I celebrated every goal I scored on the football field loudly - as I was lucky if I managed to score once in a game.  I read every comic I could get my hands on with my friends and debated what super power would be the best to have.  I always said invisibility.

By day my parents were normal working class people with my mother being a teacher and my father being a manager at a hotel.  However, by the August summer nights, my parents interest in acting always found us all acting or helping out with a production related to the Edinburgh Fringe.  I always loved the magic of the performances and the tricks one would do to distract the audiences before surprising them with something that would make them cheer.

A couple days past my eleventh birthday a strange woman came to my house and said I got into a school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  My family and I thought it was a joke.  Yet, it wasn’t a joke.  I found out I was a real superhero.  I was admitted to a school for other superheroes.  Yes, Hogwarts calls itself a school for witchcraft and wizardry but that is because it is old and not keeping up with the times.  In medieval times witches and wizards were probably cool, now they are just for Halloween. 


It was in my first year at Hogwarts I finally managed to show my first sign of power.  I managed to summon a small tornado of wind from my wand which made all the parchment pieces on the table at the library I was sitting fly around.  With that success I finally felt like I belonged at Hogwarts Academy of Superhero Development - and no despite me suggesting it multiple times Hogwarts won’t modernize it’s name.  It was also the day, far from my friends in Edinburgh, that I decided the superhero power I wanted most was to be able to control the elements.


The most obvious weakness I have is all my superhero powers come from a stick.  A brittle stick that was a twelve and a half inch piece of redwood with a phoenix feather core.  Some of my friends have powers where their minds can be focused to sense danger, but I don’t even notice bludgers on the quidditch pitch coming at me until they hit me.

Maybe I have more than one weakness?  However, the most important detail of being a superhero is hiding as many weaknesses as one can from your enemies so I won't dare write any of the unobvious ones.  The stick is an obvious weakness of myself and all wizards.  We were only superheroes if we have wands.


My main nemesis is the giant squid that lives in the lake.  When I took the boat as a first year the Giant Squid greeted me with a raised tentacle and a splash towards my boat.  The splash wasn’t even enough to soak my new uniform.  It was just a warning shot and an acknowledgement that the squid saw me and was challenging me.  With glee I happily accepted the challenge of my new nemesis reaching over the side of the boat and splashing the raised tentacle back.

That first splash was only the beginning and as I gain power I may someday defeat the Giant Squid. 


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

House Request: Sort Away… Maxwell will make any house EPIC!

→ 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 I:

The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.

A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.

The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.

Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.

Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.

If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.

Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.

"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.

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Roleplay Response:

With the normal excitement that seemed to always be in his step he wandered the dungeons searching for adventure - and the pool.  A pool he always forgot where was as the dungeons were a maze and he’d never bothered to make a map.  After all, it was Hogwarts and if one screamed enough things someone would find you and things would work out - even if a detention was likely.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?”

He racked his brain trying to remember who Emma Birch was.  With a scrunch of his head he remembered she was a ghost.  With a smirk and a proud smile he said “ Fear not.  I banished her “ with the most heroically confident voice he could manage.

He hadn’t, but he also hadn’t remembered anyone actually mentioning seeing the ghost Emma Birch and all the stories he heard about actual sitings being other ghosts.  So remembering all the stories of showmanship from his childhood he decided to run with it.  He then said “ Do you want to hear the tale of how I. " Then he paused for dramatic effect before continued in a crowd gathering stage tone " Maxwell Smellie banished the ghost. “

After all, the thing with ghosts was they just disappeared on their own and likely even unbanished themselves so wand waving and casting of Depulso at them likely just tickled them.  They were perfect for making claims that he was a superhero with superhero ghost banishing powers without actually hurting anything.  Like the great actors he'd met in his says helping his parents do theater shows he decided to embellish his own heroic superhero powers.  If it worked to become an actor, perhaps it would work to become a better superhero and make others confident in him.

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