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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Hugo York
Gender: Male
Age: 14Bloodline:Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Gordon York
Cassidy York
Residence: Altrincham, Trafford, England
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?No
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:Tim Winchester, etc
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Hugo York has never been called by his name a day in his life.
Instead, everyone that knows him has referred to him as “Jinx”. Not because he carries with him a bout of personal bad luck, but rather because anyone who comes into his periphery may find themselves on the receiving end of some bad luck, all orchestrated by Hugo. From a very young age, Hugo managed to master the art of being a prankster. Though his family has encouraged him to settle down a bit, he has only continued to sharpen his skill as a joker to the point that even his family can hardly see it coming these days.
Despite their weariness of their son’s antics, Gordon and Cassidy York adore him anyway. He is their only child and as such he is the absolute apple of their eye. It is, by his guess anyway, the only reason he’s ever been allowed to get away with his pranking sprees. The couple had worked hard to get Hugo into the world and after several false starts, once they were successful, there was nothing anyone in the world could do to stop them from giving him the grandest life they could.
Cassidy, a half-blood, and Gordon, also a half-blood, settled their new little family down outside of Manchester, wishing to be far away from the pockets of pureblood elites that dotted themselves along the countryside in their manors. It was here, in the suburban type neighborhoods of Altrincham that Gordon learned how to live and what made him happy. He learned to play and tell jokes, learned what games he liked to play, learned what kind of people he wanted to spend his time with, and learned what he thought he wanted to do with his life (before swiftly changing his mind about a dozen times).
Like every eleven year old, Hugo got his Hogwarts letter when it was time, but his parents decided to ignore it. They worried about their son, a through and through half-blood, getting involved in a school that so often attracted the country’s snottiest purebloods. Hugo contested this, but they insisted on sending their son somewhere that he would be less likely to face any sort of bullying or repercussions for his blood status.
So, they sent him off to a small wizarding school in Germany during school terms and off on various adventures in the summertime. He never was sent to Camp Loki, he never stepped foot near Hogwarts, but he thought about both. His summers were nice (one summer he spent two weeks working on a farm in the country devoted to helping magical creatures, and another summer he spent a week being taught how to weave baskets…that one was not his favorite).
At the conclusion of his third year of schooling in Germany though, Hugo pulled perhaps his greatest trick yet: he managed to convince his parents that Camp Loki and Hogwarts was where he belonged. He made a great case for himself, saying that he’d met several Hogwarts kids on his adventures and all had been kind to him. He spoke of his desires to get a Hogwarts house, to maybe play Quidditch (his little German school didn’t have it), and go to school with kids that spoke a language he didn’t have to think too hard about to understand.
To his great joy, they reluctantly agreed. His summer would be spent at Camp Loki and his fourth year would be spent at Hogwarts.
The great Jinx was headed for Scotland.
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:Hugo had been watching the impromptu Quidditch match unfold for a little while now, getting the sense that the game was never going to turn out for the little girl that trailed it. He’d seen it time and time again. Siblings shoved off to the park by their parents in need of a break to make a day of excitement for themselves. The older ones rarely wanted the younger ones around, and the younger ones always wanted to be taken seriously by the older ones. They never were.
When the girl landed, Hugo saw the anger coming off the girl like heat waves off of concrete. He pushed himself up off the bench and began making his way toward her before she even saw him.
“Sure, I’d like to play,” he answered with a grin.
“But first…what do you say we get back at them for excluding you from their game in the first place?”
This was the sort of thing Hugo did best. They didn’t call him Jinx for nothing, after all. Anyone and everyone could find themselves on the receiving end of one of his dastardly plans for any reason at all, but sometimes he employed his skills for a just cause rather than random joking. No little girl deserved to be ignored, and the older boys above were going to learn that lesson today.
“In my pocket right now, I’ve got a brand new product from the joke shop in Hogsmeade called exploding ice cubes. All you have to do is drop the ice cubs into a liquid and give it a shake and then the next thing you know, the whole drink explodes. I spy with my little eye the boys’ water bottles by the bench there. It’d be a shame if someone were to drop these cubes into ‘em, yeah?”
He smiled wide before holding out his hand.
“Name’s Hugo, but everyone calls me Jinx.”OTHERHow did you find us?
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