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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: William Septimus Dankworth IIIGender: MaleAge: 48Blood Status: PurebloodEducation: Hogwarts, SlytherinResidence:LondonOccupation:Business manDo 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?No.Requested Magic Levels: Adult characters have different starting points based on age-group. Less levels can be used according to where your character falls, however the number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.
If you want levels above the typical start for your age-group, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Exceptional Levels special request form here.- 18-24: 32 points
- 25-31: 40 points
- 32-39: 48 points
- 40+: 56 points
Fill out the below to tell us how you'd like your points distributed.- Charms: 22.
- Divination: 12.
- Transfiguration: 11.
- Summoning: 11.
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:Katherine Dankworth.Biography: (300 words minimum.)Power and control.
That was all the Dankworth house was about. It had been ingrained in William since he was born, just as it had been in his father and in the father of his father. They had nothing else—no nobiliary title, no ancestral lands. Nothing to fall back on but their own efforts and the purity of their blood.
Since the day he was born, the burden had been laid on him. He had no sisters, no brothers, not even cousins. It all relied on him—on his actions. Marry an appropriate woman, surround yourself with the right crowds, and give us an heir.
He did. Everything they asked of him, he did. He was perfect. Smart, diligent, cold-blooded. He moved with the cunning of a snake and bit whoever he needed to on the road to success.
In thirty-two years of life, William Dankworth had never made a mistake. He was engaged to a beautiful woman whom he didn’t love but was exactly the kind of mother he wanted for what he predicted would be at least three healthy children. His business was flourishing. He was as rich as he was powerful, and so damn close to achieving all they had always asked of him that he could feel its touch.
But then, it happened.
It was two weeks before his wedding. His business had taken him to a godforsaken little town on the Greek coast, and he had decided to take a walk to clear his mind.
She saw him first—Calybe. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Barefoot, with her long dark hair framing her face.
William had always wondered if he was capable of love. He had never fallen for anyone; he had never cared. For him, people were only there to serve a purpose—even his own parents. But the moment Calybe smiled at him, he knew he was capable of love.
It took him less than two days to decide he was leaving his fiancée. He was taking Calybe to Blackthorn Hall; he was making her his wife. But she refused. She was too young to be tied down, or so she said. She agreed to stay—to see what they could be.
Calybe got pregnant. Their love moved as fast as a whirlwind. He insisted on marrying her; she didn’t want to.
Katerina. Katherine. That was the name of their daughter. William wasn’t sure he loved her, but he knew he loved her mother, and that was all he needed.
Then she left. The woman of his life, the only person he had ever loved, was gone. She claimed she was not made to be a mother, a wife, or even a witch. She left him along with a newborn he had no way of hiding.
So, he married the first sick, burdened woman he could find. She would not live long. He could claim Katherine was their daughter.
But once Calybe was gone, every single positive feeling he had for his daughter disappeared. He despised her. He was angry that the woman didn’t take her with her. He knew his daughter was not pure. He wished he could have gotten rid of her.
Blackthorn Hall, once filled with Calybe's music and laughter, returned to silence and never recovered.
Roleplay: You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:Option One - Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.
“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“
Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.
Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.
She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.
Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.
“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.
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:It had been a long morning. He had spent it in back-to-back meetings and hadn't had a single second to himself. Yet, William Dankworth didn’t seem bothered—he had never been a man who particularly enjoyed free time. His father had taught him that it led to laziness, and laziness engendered failure. It was the kind of mindset he hoped he had instilled in his daughter, too—though the girl seemed far too stupid to learn anything valuable from him.
It was a miracle he even noticed Amelia Dixon. He had a way of seeing only what was useful to him, and Amelia certainly didn’t make the cut. But that morning, he did.
“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”He observed her fall with a deadpan expression. William had always been good at remembering faces—it was safe to say that if he didn’t recognize her, she was probably of no importance. If they had been alone, he wouldn’t have hesitated to look the other way. But as Diagon Alley was especially busy that morning, he figured it would be best to maintain his gentlemanly persona. So he approached her, kneeling on one knee.
“Give me your hand,” he offered sternly. To someone unfamiliar with William Dankworth, the look on his face could easily be mistaken for genuine, altruistic concern. Only a trained eye could detect the deep annoyance behind his gaze—nothing irritated him more than a helpless woman. They struck him as needy. Pathetic, even. They made him think of his daughter, with her flickering doe eyes, always seeking the kind of praise from him that he didn’t believe she had earned.
Katherine looked so much like her mother and had a character so deeply flawed that he sometimes wondered if she was really his.
“Easy. Sit right here. I’ll help you repair your shoe.”
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