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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Elliot Ridgefield
Gender: Male
Age: 8, 12 December 1954Bloodline:Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Timothy Winchester, adopted father
Residence:Some random cottage in the middle of nowhere
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:Alice Swan & co.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Frederick Ridgefield didn’t quite comply with his Pureblood family’s beliefs. No, he didn’t believe that tossing galleons out the window and into the hands of sketchy people could solve all their problems. No, he didn’t believe that him and his siblings should be promised to someone they barely knew a thing about. No, he didn’t believe that flashing his title at people should allow him special treatment because of some silly name he never chose.
Which is why when Frederick’s eyes landed on those of Maria Tipper, a Muggleborn whose family couldn’t be more different than his, the young wizard fell in love. Right when they graduated from Hogwarts, Frederick ran away with the love of his life and a year later not only were they married, but their son Elliot Ridgefield was born.
They drowned their child with unconditional love, offering him everything they could with the very little money they had. Everything couldn’t be more perfect until on Elliot’s fifth birthday, his mother tragically passed. It wasn’t easy for a little boy to wrap his head around the sudden loss of a parent even more so when the last one standing could barely look his son in the eyes and couldn’t muster up a drop of affection as the burden of his loss weighed heavy on him. Clouded with depression, Frederick crawled back to his Pureblood family who quickly set him up with a new woman. It didn’t take long for his wife-to-be and the Ridgefields to control the strings and whisper ideas into a saddened man. Manipulated by his family and his desire to cut any ties with the woman he once loved so he could finally move on, Frederick Ridgefield gave his then six year old son for adoption.
Elliot spent two years in the orphanage, desperately awaiting for someone to take him away from this wretched place yet already despising his savior. Unfortunately for him, that’ll be a peculiar Magical Law professor’s problem.
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:Elliot Ridgefield knew he shouldn’t be here. The boy should be following Tim as he made his way through bazillions of boring bookstores in Hogsmeade, looking at the same ten thousand page book and reminding him for the billionth time how he had read that exact one numerous times as a student. Elliot didn’t care for any of Tim’s attempts to reach out to him, especially when it implied dragging him on his boring chores.
So, when his ‘father’ got distracted by someone Elliot could only assume to be a student (or a life long fan judging by the girl’s look in her eyes), he ran away. Luckily for him, he hadn’t gotten lost and found himself in a cute park. Had he listened more carefully at Tim’s rambles, he might have known who Godric was.
The little boy walked around aimlessly, dodging other children rushing past him and parents screeching after their young ones to be safe. His attention quickly drifted to a little kid who seemed to be talking to him. Elliot looked around him, hoping someone would pronounce themselves as the recipient to the little girl’s bark. When no one responded, Elliot pointed at himself. “You want to play with me?” His eyes then landed on what appeared to be a ridiculous toy broom—even Tim wouldn’t give him such a silly thing—and he couldn’t contain his laughter. “Don’t you have a real broom?”OTHERHow did you find us?
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