Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Liam Finnian Battersea
Birthday: March 20, 1961
Hometown: Oranmore, Ireland

Bloodline: Pureblood
Magical Strength: Summoning
Magical Weakness: Charms

Year: 2nd most preferably, if not then, 3rd

Biography:
Home smelled as it always did… of books. It seemed to be the default of most, if not all Battersea homes, which felt like the most normal thing in the world. After all, why wouldn’t you want books? A room, much less a home without them, was like a body without a soul. Close your eyes, and with one slow deep breath, breathe in the warm vanillin scent with all its memories and smile…   

Life as a Battersea started with learning, it was only natural. After literal centuries of it, imbibing in knowledge was almost second nature to this ancient pureblood line. The subjects of study always followed a rote pattern;; Literature, History, Mathematics, and Science. Any one or more of the classical languages—Arabic, Classical Chinese, Greek, Latin, or Sanskrit—was included, with the best tutors money could hire. Philosophy was invariably the last subject, but only gradually added as some found it too tedious for comfort. Lastly was an extracurricular activity to round things out, and for the youngest child of Nicholas and Aisling Battersea (née Fitzbane), that activity would be the violin.

That wasn’t to say the boy was constantly inundated by tradition and protocol at their villa estate. Though things had relaxed substantially by the time he was born, tutoring still proceeded in an orderly fashion, and once finished came the fun, or at least what he considered to be fun. His father would flip a galleon; heads would be a classical piece and tales fiddling. It would be years before he would remotely consider himself accomplished—that’s what practice was for—but seeing the virtuosos in the family, aunts, uncles, and cousins alike who made the instrument a part of themselves gave him something to look forward to as he got older.

Walking the estate grounds and skipping rocks on the beach near Oranmore Castle wasn’t the only thing the boy did. There were always holidays to take, aunts and uncles to see, and of course, trips to visit his grandparents. Whether he was visiting his maternal or paternal grandparents, both sides always welcomed them with many stories to share and an abundance of love to go around. Yet, between the pair, he found his father’s side more intriguing. His grandmother Clara was always the brighter, cheerful one, with cookies at the ready and bubbling with personality. His Grandfather Keller was quieter, calmer, and seemingly unflappable. There was no denying the love his grandparents had for one another, but the man’s reticence and reflectiveness spoke volumes, always piquing his curiosity with what stories he might share.

“It seems you’ve been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not as many Battersea attend as in the old days, preferring the comfort of Battersea Castle. Though… I couldn’t tell you why anymore. I just hope you enjoy the experience…”
 
Liam’s father related to him the day the Battersea stopped sending their children to Hogwarts. The reclusive, scholarly purebloods phased out the preexisting private institution at Battersea Castle, to turn their ancestral seat into a hall of learning for their kin. It was still possible for outsiders to study, or even research, but such requests were scarcely granted. Instead, the castle was to become their bastion of learning, away from the chaos around them, allowing their progeny to learn in peace. And though the ban had been lifted a decade ago, the majority of their family in Great Britain and many in Ireland continued to send their children to the castle, though none could remember why. And though his father’s response was baffling, leaving many questions, Liam accepted the man’s words and prepared himself to attend Hogwarts… 

“Grandfather… is it true that you once used… an Unforgivable?”
“Liam Finnian Battersea!”
“In a duel, while under the Confundus charm. In fact, I used quite a number of unpleasant spells in my youth… I was also not myself. I say… you’ve been sneaking into the restricted section of the library, haven’t you?”
“No! I—I just heard someone whisper it and wanted to ask—”
“Good. Learning involves more than rote. You must first learn an idea before you can accept or dismiss it. To learn it, you must consider the veracity the claim it presents. If it is true, actions should follow suit, and a part of you can be rewritten, allowing growth. Never forget that.” 

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request: Ravenclaw, please.

Personality:
Liam is a friendly boy, though reticent much like the rest of his family, and always courteous to anyone he meets. Observant small details rarely escape his attention. Though he enjoys the outdoors. There’s little question regarding his introverted nature; coupled with a combination of intelligence and a tincture of wit, and he might come off as shy, antisocial, or borderline condescending without realizing or meaning to. Such things appear to unfazed him, though it is thankfully offset by a disarming, pleasant smile, and a playful, sometimes wry sense of humor.

Consequently, Liam inherited Battersea's book sense, with little to spare for common sense, particularly with regard to relationships. While the boy can develop friendships and the concept of loyalty and the likes, his abilities beyond this point show signs of lacking. He takes little notice of blushing and if so calls attention to it or even with subtle hints might think they want help with their homework. Further, if hints about birthdays or holidays are coming up, he might suggest a research paper on the topic.     

Appearance:
Liam is a willowy boy, slightly taller than the average twelve-year-old. Fair-complected, he had bright blonde hair, a startling pair of bluish-green eyes, and a somewhat angular face. When out of robes, the boy tends to dress decidedly antiquated, tending toward fashion a decade or more behind the times.


→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
That rat of his was in for it now.

The little gray 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.

This 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 as 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 been 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 if 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:
Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland wasn’t something he’d normally check out at the library. However, it did grab his attention. He’d seen other versions, one of which was a volume set of four, diving them by—England, Northern Ireland, Scotland, and Wales—and of course, older versions of the book itself, so at the very least it would be interesting seeing what was done differently in this edition. With no classes and little else to do, the blonde-haired boy grabbed an apple, headed for the nearest tree, and began to read.

First, it was the people, then it was the general environment, and within the space of minutes, he had everything within reason tuned out around him. Absorbing himself into the reading, Liam had reckoned that he’d have it back in the library by tomorrow and aimed to do so. One it was thoroughly read… of course.

“You blasted rat! Where are you?”

At least an hour had gone by before he heard the disturbance. At first, it sounded from afar off, so he gave it no thought and resumed his reading. Then the movement of something red flickered across the corner of his eyes, prompting a moment’s pause. A moment later, he resumed his reading. It was the howitzer sneeze that did the trick, bringing Liam completely out of his binge fest, slightly glaring, lips pursing, and head tilted toward the miscreant who had disturbed his peace.

"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare.”

Normally his Irish lilt was kept to acceptable levels, pushed off unto the undertones of his voice, to float to the surface every now and again. That’s what happened when you were accustomed to an array of accents, at least for him anyway. But on this occasion, there was no reason not to bring more of it to the surface.

“If you're gonna go diggin' up de flowers, cud ya at laest be a wee quieter aboyt it?” The boy cocked a faint half-smile, took one look at the flower bed and grimaced. “Oi 'ope de groundskeeper isn't nearby. Ye lose somethin'?”

→ ABOUT YOU.

Previous Characters: In order of appearance, Gwyllim Battersea, Etain M Battersea (C/S & DADA Professor), Charles Stellus Battersea (HDK) Ewan Thurston Battersea, Keller Myles Battersea (Ravenclaw Alum returned as a DADA Professor), Diarmaid Kincaid Brennan, Riordan Niall Brennan, Oliver Fredrick Winterdawn, & Ethan Honoré Battersea

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