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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name:Circe Locus
Gender: Female
Age: 15 years old
Bloodline:Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): N/A
Residence:She lives with her parents in a litte house near hogsmead village
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Yes, eventually
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:none
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Circe is an athletic buildt girl with long curly brown hair. Her face is covered with freckless, something her mother called "The sparkles of the face". Growing up she had a hard time making friends, spending most of her time with her parents until she had to go to school. For years she went to ilvermory until her parents decided to move back to England. Now she is exploring the english wizarding world until she can enter hogwarts in a later year.
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:Type your response here.
Circe, who had for once decided to go outside and see the daylight, stopped dead in her tracks at the small girl's voice. She raised her brow, slowly looking in the direction the voice came from.
"Do I...uhm sure." Her tone was unsure as she slowly stepped towards the girl, not quite sure what to think. The sixteen yeard old knelt in front of her, a small smile stretching onto her lips. "What do you want to play?"
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