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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Maxwell Balgair Smellie
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Bloodline: Muggleborn
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Roderick & Màiri Smellie (NPCs)
Residence: Edinburgh Scotland
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: Tigran Razi & co.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Every superhero has an origin story.
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.
Every superhero shows their first sign of power.
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.
Every superhero has a weakness.
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.
Every superhero has a nemesis.
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.
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:He saw the little girl having what appeared to him as a temper tantrum with a broomstick and cautiously stopped walking in her direction. His interest and curiosity was in the boy who was actually flying far enough off the ground to count. Yet, it was the girl that noticed him and was now barking at him.
Him stopping walking towards her wasn’t enough. No he was in the awkward position of having to actually involve himself in the tantrum where even the boy flying wasn’t interesting enough to him for him to want to deal with that.
Girls were just… What’s the word? Headaches!
He said “ What you propose playing? “ giving the girl a chance to propose something fun. Otherwise, he was making some excuse to leave as the last thing he wanted to do was play with a tantrum throwing girl. After all, if he saw the other boy later he didn’t want to be seen as associated with the younger girl and not cool enough to hang out with.OTHERHow did you find us?
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