Ash Newry

[Ash Newry]

E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Ash Newry

Gender: Male

Age: 10 (born 25th of February, 1947)

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Rowan Newry (Yes, alt character).

Residence:
Diagon Alley, London

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Diagon Alley.

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Yes, with his father Rowan Newry.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Rowan Newry (application pending.)

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Ash was born as the first and only child of a loving father and a doting mother on a wizarding farm on the outskirts of the tiny seaside town of Portree on the Isle of Skye, deep within the Scottish hinterlands. While normally such an inauspicious place of origin would point to a childhood steeped in the mundane and the simpler things in life, for Ash this was certainly not the case. The Newry family, after all, were a long established Pureblood family and one with a unique distinction from many of their contemporaries. The Newry's were a proud and well established family of wandmakers. While certainly not the most prestigious practitioners of their arcane art, Ash grew up surrounded by old and archaic books, haphazard piles of wandwoods and all manner of magical beasts, kept for the strength of their various hairs, feathers and venoms that are useful as wandcores.

While the family home in Portree is where the wands are made, they also keep a small shop in the somewhat disreputable Knockturn Alley. As a child, Ash would often end up being brought along to the store with his father and left in the back room with instructions to 'be quiet, not annoy the customers and above all else to Not. Leave. The. Shop.' Naturally these instructions often fell on deaf ears, though through the years Ash developed both a love for good books and an almost innate ability to keep out of trouble and keep from being noticed.

Ash's father, Rowan Newry, was an often busy man and the principle wandmaker in the family following the death of Ash's paternal grandparents during the war. Both of Ash's parents are followers of the old Pureblood traditions and while not as strict as some, he has certainly been raised as a proper Pureblood along with all that that entails.

When he was five, Ash first exhibited accidental magic. His mother, who had been cooking dinner at the time, was shocked to discover that her child was levitating bits of ham off of the chopping block in the kitchen to eat. While initially angry, eventually she had calmed down and was thrilled to learn that her child was definitely magical.

Growing up in such a remote place, Ash has few friends his own age and most of the other children he interacts with are various cousins and the children of his parents friends, when they go to visit other parts of magical Britain. Ash is homeschooled for the most part, and learns about Magical Britain and about writing from his mother and father, along with the basics of their family craft. At first Ash had begged his parents to be allowed to go to the nearby Muggle school, until one day when he had been playing outside a group of older Muggle boys chased him and threatened him, calling him all kinds of names. Ash was saved when he managed to climb up into the boughs of a Sycamore tree on the edge of Portree and hide until they left.

It was here, in an ancient Sycamore, that Ash finally found his first and only friend. Standing barely six inches tall, and initially terrified of the big human invader of its home, Ash and the little Bowtruckle he as a seven year old intelligently named Stick quickly became all but inseparable. As the child of a wandmaker, his parents were not surprised in the least, as the Newry family had a long history of forging bonds with the small guardians of the various wand wood bearing trees.

Now as a ten year old, Ash is impatiently waiting to be allowed to go to famous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it is rare to find him without either his nose buried in a book, playing Quidditch with his dad and his cousins, or out in the yard with his mother learning all that there is to know about the various magical creatures they keep, and pestering her with questions about her years at Hogwarts.

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 trudged 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:
Ash was decidedly unsure which he was more between scared out of his mind and excited at the possibility of getting to play Quidditch. His parents had dragged him along to the home of one of their acquaintances for some reason or another and promptly proceeded to dump him outside with a gaggle of other children as company. This would be all fine and dandy, if those other children hadn't been, well... rowdy boys, who were bigger than him and who already knew each other.

Stumped for what to do, Ash had reluctantly hidden himself under a tree with a fat book that proclaimed itself to be about the '101 Uses for Acromantula Silk' all the while trying to keep his Bowtruckle friend Stick from chasing after the Kneazle that was lounging in the sun under the porch.

When one of the other children, a little girl whose name eludes him, yells out to him and startles him from his reading by asking him to come play, Ash is momentarily stuck for words.

"Umm. I suppose? Err, do you want to play Quidditch?" Ash eventually responds, face still half hidden by his book.

Picking himself up from the grass, he grabs one of the brooms that has been left out, for him he guesses, before heading over to where the other girl is with a hesitant smile.

Maybe today wasn't going to be a complete waste of a sunny afternoon after all.

OTHER
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[Ash Newry]

E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Ash Newry

Gender: Male

Age: 10 (born 25th of February, 1947)

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Rowan Newry (Yes, alt character) and Ameline Newry neé Gautier (NPC).

Residence:
Portree, Isle of Skye

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Knockturn Alley

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Yes, with his father Rowan Newry.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Rowan Newry (application pending.)

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Ash was born as the first and only child of a loving father and a doting mother on a wizarding farm on the outskirts of the tiny seaside town of Portree on the Isle of Skye, deep within the Scottish hinterlands. While normally such an inauspicious place of origin would point to a childhood steeped in the mundane and the simpler things in life, for Ash this was certainly not the case. The Newry family, after all, were a long established Pureblood family and one with a unique distinction from many of their contemporaries. The Newry's were a proud and well established family of wandmakers. While certainly not the most prestigious practitioners of their arcane art, Ash grew up surrounded by old and archaic books, haphazard piles of wandwoods and all manner of magical beasts, kept for the strength of their various hairs, feathers and venoms that are useful as wandcores.

While the family home in Portree is where the wands are made, they also keep a small shop in the somewhat disreputable Knockturn Alley. As a child, Ash would often end up being brought along to the store with his father and left in the back room with instructions to 'be quiet, not annoy the customers and above all else to Not. Leave. The. Shop.' Naturally these instructions often fell on deaf ears, though through the years Ash developed both a love for good books and an almost innate ability to keep out of trouble and keep from being noticed.

Ash's father, Rowan Newry, was an often busy man and the principle wandmaker in the family following the death of Ash's paternal grandparents during the war. Both of Ash's parents are followers of the old Pureblood traditions and while not as strict as some, he has certainly been raised as a proper Pureblood along with all that that entails.

His mother Ameline is from an equally as old and much more wealthy Pureblood family, the Gautier's. She fell in love with and married his father in secret after they graduated, as her father would never have approved of her marrying a wizard of such low social standing. While his mother sometimes complains about their lack of money and the things she grew up with, she is fairly happy living on their farm and is largely responsible for looking after the many and varied magical creatures they keep.

When he was five, Ash first exhibited accidental magic. His mother, who had been cooking dinner at the time, was shocked to discover that her child was levitating bits of ham off of the chopping block in the kitchen to eat. While initially angry, eventually she had calmed down and was thrilled to learn that her child was definitely magical.

Growing up in such a remote place, Ash has few friends his own age and most of the other children he interacts with are various cousins and the children of his parents friends, when they go to visit other parts of magical Britain. Ash is homeschooled for the most part, and learns about Magical Britain and about writing from his mother and father, along with the basics of their family craft. At first Ash had begged his parents to be allowed to go to the nearby Muggle school, until one day when he had been playing outside a group of older Muggle boys chased him and threatened him, calling him all kinds of names. Ash was saved when he managed to climb up into the boughs of a Sycamore tree on the edge of Portree and hide until they left.

It was here, in an ancient Sycamore, that Ash finally found his first and only friend. Standing barely six inches tall, and initially terrified of the big human invader of its home, Ash and the little Bowtruckle he as a seven year old intelligently named Stick quickly became all but inseparable. As the child of a wandmaker, his parents were not surprised in the least, as the Newry family had a long history of forging bonds with the small guardians of the various wand wood bearing trees.

Now as a ten year old, Ash is impatiently waiting to be allowed to go to famous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it is rare to find him without either his nose buried in a book, playing Quidditch with his dad and his cousins, or out in the yard with his mother learning all that there is to know about the various magical creatures they keep, and pestering her with questions about her years at Hogwarts.

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 trudged 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:
Ash was decidedly unsure which he was more between scared out of his mind and excited at the possibility of getting to play Quidditch. His parents had dragged him along to the home of one of their acquaintances for some reason or another and promptly proceeded to dump him outside with a gaggle of other children as company. This would be all fine and dandy, if those other children hadn't been, well... rowdy boys, who were bigger than him and who already knew each other.

Stumped for what to do, Ash had reluctantly hidden himself under a tree with a fat book that proclaimed itself to be about the '101 Uses for Acromantula Silk' all the while trying to keep his Bowtruckle friend Stick from chasing after the Kneazle that was lounging in the sun under the porch.

When one of the other children, a little girl whose name eludes him, yells out to him and startles him from his reading by asking him to come play, Ash is momentarily stuck for words.

"Umm. I suppose? Err, do you want to play Quidditch?" Ash eventually responds, face still half hidden by his book.

Picking himself up from the grass, he grabs one of the brooms that has been left out, for him he guesses, before heading over to where the other girl is with a hesitant smile.

Maybe today wasn't going to be a complete waste of a sunny afternoon after all.

OTHER
How did you find us? Google
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[Ash Newry]

(Made some small edits, and added in a bit more about Ash's mother for the updated version.)

[Marina Lamont]

Hi Ash!

You bio was a great read! I'm really looking forward to seeing Ash running around our boards.

However, before we can get you accepted and on your way, there's a small issue with your roleplay sample: part of it is written in the present tense. Here, all our roleplays are written in the past tense. If you could edit your sample to conform with this and post your entire revised application below, we'll be happy to give your application another look.

[Ash Newry]

E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Ash Newry

Gender: Male

Age: 10 (born 25th of February, 1947)

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Rowan Newry (Yes, alt character) and Ameline Newry neé Gautier (NPC).

Residence:
Portree, Isle of Skye

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Knockturn Alley

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Yes, with his father Rowan Newry.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Rowan Newry (application pending.)

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Ash was born as the first and only child of a loving father and a doting mother on a wizarding farm on the outskirts of the tiny seaside town of Portree on the Isle of Skye, deep within the Scottish hinterlands. While normally such an inauspicious place of origin would point to a childhood steeped in the mundane and the simpler things in life, for Ash this was certainly not the case. The Newry family, after all, were a long established Pureblood family and one with a unique distinction from many of their contemporaries. The Newry's were a proud and well established family of wandmakers. While certainly not the most prestigious practitioners of their arcane art, Ash grew up surrounded by old and archaic books, haphazard piles of wandwoods and all manner of magical beasts, kept for the strength of their various hairs, feathers and venoms that are useful as wandcores.

While the family home in Portree is where the wands are made, they also keep a small shop in the somewhat disreputable Knockturn Alley. As a child, Ash would often end up being brought along to the store with his father and left in the back room with instructions to 'be quiet, not annoy the customers and above all else to Not. Leave. The. Shop.' Naturally these instructions often fell on deaf ears, though through the years Ash developed both a love for good books and an almost innate ability to keep out of trouble and keep from being noticed.

Ash's father, Rowan Newry, was an often busy man and the principle wandmaker in the family following the death of Ash's paternal grandparents during the war. Both of Ash's parents are followers of the old Pureblood traditions and while not as strict as some, he has certainly been raised as a proper Pureblood along with all that that entails.

His mother Ameline is from an equally as old and much more wealthy Pureblood family, the Gautier's. She fell in love with and married his father in secret after they graduated, as her father would never have approved of her marrying a wizard of such low social standing. While his mother sometimes complains about their lack of money and the things she grew up with, she is fairly happy living on their farm and is largely responsible for looking after the many and varied magical creatures they keep.

When he was five, Ash first exhibited accidental magic. His mother, who had been cooking dinner at the time, was shocked to discover that her child was levitating bits of ham off of the chopping block in the kitchen to eat. While initially angry, eventually she had calmed down and was thrilled to learn that her child was definitely magical.

Growing up in such a remote place, Ash has few friends his own age and most of the other children he interacts with are various cousins and the children of his parents friends, when they go to visit other parts of magical Britain. Ash is homeschooled for the most part, and learns about Magical Britain and about writing from his mother and father, along with the basics of their family craft. At first Ash had begged his parents to be allowed to go to the nearby Muggle school, until one day when he had been playing outside a group of older Muggle boys chased him and threatened him, calling him all kinds of names. Ash was saved when he managed to climb up into the boughs of a Sycamore tree on the edge of Portree and hide until they left.

It was here, in an ancient Sycamore, that Ash finally found his first and only friend. Standing barely six inches tall, and initially terrified of the big human invader of its home, Ash and the little Bowtruckle he as a seven year old intelligently named Stick quickly became all but inseparable. As the child of a wandmaker, his parents were not surprised in the least, as the Newry family had a long history of forging bonds with the small guardians of the various wand wood bearing trees.

Now as a ten year old, Ash is impatiently waiting to be allowed to go to famous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it is rare to find him without either his nose buried in a book, playing Quidditch with his dad and his cousins, or out in the yard with his mother learning all that there is to know about the various magical creatures they keep, and pestering her with questions about her years at Hogwarts.

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 trudged 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:
Ash was decidedly unsure which he was more between scared out of his mind and excited at the possibility of getting to play Quidditch. His parents had dragged him along to the home of one of their acquaintances for some reason or another and promptly proceeded to dump him outside with a gaggle of other children as company. This would be all fine and dandy, if those other children hadn't been, well... rowdy boys, who were bigger than him and who already knew each other.

Stumped for what to do, Ash had reluctantly hidden himself under a tree with a fat book that proclaimed itself to be about the '101 Uses for Acromantula Silk' all the while trying to keep his Bowtruckle friend Stick from chasing after the Kneazle that had been lounging in the sun under the porch.

When one of the other children, a little girl whose name eluded him, yelled out to him and startled him from his reading by asking him to come play, Ash was momentarily stuck for words.

"Umm. I suppose? Err, do you want to play Quidditch?" Ash eventually responded, face still half hidden by his book.

Ash picked himself up from the grass and he grabbed one of the brooms that had been left out, for him he guessed, before he headed over to where the other girl was with a hesitant smile.

Maybe today wasn't going to be a complete waste of a sunny afternoon after all.

OTHER
How did you find us? Google

[Marina Lamont]

Accepted!