Fallon Tate || Elsewhere Adult

[Fallon Tate]

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Fallon Margo Tate
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Blood Status: Halfblood

Education:
Ilvermorny

Residence:
A very small, but eccentrically decorated flat in London

Occupation
Travel Journalist

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
Nope.

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

• Charms: 9
• Divination: 8
• Transfiguration: 7
• Summoning: 8

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:
Audrey Campbell, Caroline Bisset

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Born in a small town outside Phoenix, Arizona, Fallon was brought into the world by Michael and Sandra Tate. She came along shortly after the couple’s wedding. They were not prepared for a child, but they did their best. However, that didn’t mean Fallon’s childhood was easy. Her father worked long hours just to support the small family. She remembers the shouting she could hear long after bedtime. She remembered playing on her own while her mother had friends over. And most of all, she remembered the times she was left home alone despite being only five years old.

By the time she was six and a half, her mother was gone. She didn’t want to be a mother in the first place and she couldn’t pretend any longer, so she left. With her father still having to work long hours, even though there were only two of them now, she was left with the elderly neighbor when she got home from school until her father got home in time for dinner. Wanda was not able to keep up with a young child, so she encouraged her more creative side. She was the one who gifted Fallon her first journal.

When she was eleven, she was sent off to Ilvermorny, just like her parents. She was sorted into Thunderbird. She was surprised since her parents were both in Wampus. Fallon was a social drifter. Having friends in several different groups, she didn’t form her own. She did what she needed to do academically, only just meeting requirements for her classes (unless it was a particular interest). As graduation neared, she began to experience frequent stomach aches. Talk of the future and a career, settling somewhere, and going back home would usually land her in the infirmary. She didn’t know what she wanted.

She never went a day without writing in her journal. Throughout the years, she managed to fill numerous journals with her thoughts, poems, stories, and eventually, details of her travels. By the time she was twelve, her father remarried and she had two younger brothers by the time she was fifteen. Her relationship with her family was rather distant since she spent most of her time at school or holed up in her bedroom writing.

The dreaded graduation came and went and she was stuck in her bedroom with regular stomach aches. The healers could find nothing wrong. Of course, it wasn’t physical, but she didn’t understand it. By the end of the summer, she had packed up her journals, a suitcase, and a few other necessities and took off for someplace new. She would stay in each new place for a year or less before the stomach aches returned and she moved on. She’d work various part-time jobs, both No-Maj and magical as she traveled to get by.

Fallon spent time in different cities and countries. The longest she stayed in one place was seven months. She had rather liked Amsterdam, but she had to move on eventually. She never stayed long enough to develop meaningful relationships, not wanting to get too close to the people she was going to leave. This was easier, but the loneliness was crushing.

After eight years of traversing the globe, she finally decided that she wanted to settle down for a bit. Maybe write the book she’s been thinking about. She still had dozens of stories in her now large collection of journals that detailed her travels. She had been selling them to various publications for the past few years, making a name for herself as a travel journalist. Now, she’s settled in a tiny flat. The shelves are filled with her journals, poetry is scribbled on scraps of parchment laying around, and sentimental objects from her travels litter the flat.

She’s not sure if she’s ready to stay in one place indefinitely, but she is tired of running from her fears.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Snow always seemed so magical to Fallon. Growing up outside of Phoenix, Arizona, snow was something she didn't grow up with. She looked up to the sky and watched the white flakes fall from the sky. It put a smile on her face. Fallon never minded the cold. It was much easier to deal with than the heat. She could always put on more layers to warm up, but there was only so much she could do to cool down. She pulled her black coat tighter around her as she was hit by a cool breeze.

She had decided to go shopping in Diagon Alley. Fallon had just finished unpacking her flat and there were a few items she needed. It was a busy time of year, but she just wanted to feel like she had a home. She weaved through the crowds, avoiding the people carrying piles of packages. Well, that was until one landed on her.

"Oh Merlin!"

Fallon steadied herself as the box dropped to her feet. Taking a moment to assess herself, she noticed she was draped with tinsel and dusted with glitter. She couldn't help but let out a laugh. She looked like someone had shook out a Christmas tree over the top of her.

"It's completely fine! Are you all right?" she asked the man who launched the box at her when he slipped in the snow.

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