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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Sir Reginald Von Stein
Gender: Male
Age: 81
Blood Status: Pureblood
Education: Durmstrang
Residence:He lives in the Von Stein Manor located in London.
Occupation:He is head of the Von Stein family and a retired politician who used to work at the ministry. He is highly respected especially within circles of people who believe in the purity of magic blood.
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?He will have had visited the ministry often and might later, but for now he is being treated for Cerebrumous Spattergroit at St. Mungo's and will mostly be there.
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: 17
- Divination: 10
- Transfiguration: 12
- Summoning: 17
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:Asher Cole, Jasper Spellbody, Barnaby Thatch, Cordelia Von Stein, Percival Harman, and Wallace Thatch
Biography: (300 words minimum.)Sir Reginald Von Stein was born into a family of tradition, blood purity, and cold indifference. His mother, Lady Wilhelmina Von Stein, was a woman of sharp edges and sharper words, a matriarch who viewed children as little more than burdens until they could prove their worth. She instilled in her offspring the ancient beliefs of their lineage: the sanctity of pure magical blood and the abhorrence of any dilution. To her, the Von Steins were above lesser witches and wizards, and far above the filth of Mudbloods and Muggles.
Yet, despite her rigid expectations, there was an undeniable flaw in their lineage, a curse wrought upon them by a Mudblood who had dared defy Reginald’s great-grandfather. That curse ensured that every woman born into the Von Stein family was robbed of magic, forced to live as a squib in a house that valued magical ability above all else. His older sister, Bethany, was the latest victim of that cruel legacy.
Bethany was everything Reginald was not. She was gentle where he was hardened, kind where he was cold, and endlessly forgiving despite their mother’s disdain. Despite her affliction, Bethany remained the picture of grace and devotion, striving to be useful in any way she could. But to Reginald, it was an injustice beyond comprehension. Why should she, so perfect in temperament, be denied magic while filth-born children outside their family wielded it freely? His resentment toward Muggle-borns deepened into something more than disdain. It became hatred.
One fateful night, when Bethany tried to console him after their mother’s harsh words, Reginald’s anger flared beyond his control. He lashed out, magic crackling unpredictably from his wand, and in the chaos, Bethany was struck. The force sent her tumbling down the stone stairs of the Von Stein estate. By the time their mother arrived, Bethany was gone. Though Wilhelmina never explicitly blamed him, Reginald saw the truth in her eyes—her remaining child was a disappointment, a failure. From that day, he vowed to be something greater, something untouchable.
Years later, he met Jennel Grace, a woman of impeccable bloodline and refined poise. Their union was more necessity than love, but it served its purpose. She bore him twins—Albert and Aggitha. Reginald was pleased to have a son to carry on the name, but his satisfaction was short-lived when Aggitha, like Bethany before her, was born a squib. Unlike their mother, who dismissed Bethany as a failure, Reginald saw potential in Aggitha’s sharp mind and keen interest in Herbology. He permitted her to pursue her studies, though she would never be considered the true heir to the family.
It was Albert who would truly fail him. Instead of embracing his heritage, Albert betrayed it, falling for and wedding a Muggle woman named Isobel. To Reginald, this was an unforgivable disgrace. His son had not only diluted the bloodline but had done so willingly. When Albert came to him, desperate and humbled, asking for financial support after the birth of his daughter, Reginald was unmoved. He reminded Albert of the curse, of the fact that any daughter of his would be a squib, useless to the family name.
Albert left in fury, taking Isobel and their newborn child with him. That night, they died in a car accident. A foolish, pathetic way for a wizard to perish. Only the child, Cordelia, survived. Reginald did not care. A squib was of no use to him. Instead, he allowed Aggitha to take the girl, washing his hands of the matter entirely.
For eleven years, Cordelia was nothing but a distant afterthought. But when her Hogwarts letter arrived, defying the curse that had plagued the Von Stein women for generations, Reginald’s interest was piqued. The girl had magic, and from all accounts, it was strong. He attempted to intervene, to offer his guidance, to shape her into the heir Albert had failed to be. But Aggitha, emboldened by her own defiance, barred him at every turn, claiming he would corrupt the child. He was willing to bide his time until she made another mockery of the family name—marrying another woman.
Aggitha’s wife, at the very least, was a talented apothecary, but that did not absolve the disgrace of their union. Reginald demanded custody of Cordelia, arguing that such an upbringing would doom the girl. Yet he was denied at every legal and magical turn. Frustration mounting, he took a more decisive approach. On Cordelia’s fourteenth birthday, he issued a hit on the aunts, a move meant to pressure them into surrendering the girl to him.
To his surprise, it was Cordelia who sought him out. She was young, but her eyes burned with something fierce and unyielding. She did not plead or beg. She bargained. It was in that moment that Reginald saw it, the raw potential that no other Von Stein had possessed in generations. Cordelia was not weak like Albert or misguided like Aggitha. She was cunning. She understood power. And more importantly, he knew she wanted it no matter how much she might deny it.
From that moment, Reginald decided he would mold her into his successor. All other branches of the family had proven themselves unworthy, but Cordelia? Cordelia had promise. And that was something he could not ignore.
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:Reginald barely had time to register the shouted warning before something—or rather, someone—barreled into him with all the grace of a bewitched Christmas tree gone rogue. A flurry of red and gold tinsel exploded into his vision, and he stumbled back a step, his gloved hands instinctively shooting out to steady himself.
For a long, icy moment, he simply stood there, his expression locked in a stony glare as he slowly turned his gaze downward to the man now tangled in festive debris at his feet. His pristine black coat—tailored to perfection—was now tainted with gaudy strands of glittering decoration. It was almost offensive.
Reginald exhaled sharply through his nose, a deep, slow breath meant to restrain the immediate urge to hex the fool into next week. Instead, he flicked his wand with a practiced ease, sending the offending tinsel slithering off his coat and into the snow where it belonged.
He leveled a cool, assessing stare at the man scrambling to his feet.
“Blasted snow, indeed,” he drawled, his voice edged with aristocratic disdain.
“Though I suspect clumsiness played just as much of a role.”His gaze flickered to the overturned box and the absurdly large amount of tinsel now strewn across the ground. His lips pressed into a thin line.
“Tell me,” he continued, brushing an invisible speck of dust from his sleeve,
“is St. Mungo’s hosting a circus this year? Or has the Ministry finally lost what little dignity it had left and ordered its Healers to dress as holiday jesters?”He arched a single, imperious brow, waiting for an answer.
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