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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Maxwell Smellie - Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Willow Foxglove on 18/07/2024 at 02:47 »
Approved!
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Elsewhere Accepted / Maxwell Smellie - Elsewhere Child
« Last post by Maxwell Smellie on 18/07/2024 at 00:10 »

E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Maxwell Balgair Smellie

Gender: Male

Age: 12

Bloodline: Muggleborn

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Roderick & Màiri Smellie (NPCs)

Residence: Edinburgh Scotland

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: Tigran Razi & co.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Every superhero has an origin story.

My origin story is rather unassuming.  I came from a regular middle class neighborhood in Edinburgh Scotland.  I went to a normal school where I got average grades.  I played sports with my friends where I celebrated every goal I scored on the football field loudly - as I was lucky if I managed to score once in a game.  I read every comic I could get my hands on with my friends and debated what super power would be the best to have.  I always said invisibility.

By day my parents were normal working class people with my mother being a teacher and my father being a manager at a hotel.  However, by the August summer nights, my parents interest in acting always found us all acting or helping out with a production related to the Edinburgh Fringe.  I always loved the magic of the performances and the tricks one would do to distract the audiences before surprising them with something that would make them cheer.

A couple days past my eleventh birthday a strange woman came to my house and said I got into a school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  My family and I thought it was a joke.  Yet, it wasn’t a joke.  I found out I was a real superhero.  I was admitted to a school for other superheroes.  Yes, Hogwarts calls itself a school for witchcraft and wizardry but that is because it is old and not keeping up with the times.  In medieval times witches and wizards were probably cool, now they are just for Halloween. 

Every superhero shows their first sign of power.

It was in my first year at Hogwarts I finally managed to show my first sign of power.  I managed to summon a small tornado of wind from my wand which made all the parchment pieces on the table at the library I was sitting fly around.  With that success I finally felt like I belonged at Hogwarts Academy of Superhero Development - and no despite me suggesting it multiple times Hogwarts won’t modernize it’s name.  It was also the day, far from my friends in Edinburgh, that I decided the superhero power I wanted most was to be able to control the elements.

Every superhero has a weakness.

The most obvious weakness I have is all my superhero powers come from a stick.  A brittle stick that was a twelve and a half inch piece of redwood with a phoenix feather core.  Some of my friends have powers where their minds can be focused to sense danger, but I don’t even notice bludgers on the quidditch pitch coming at me until they hit me.

Maybe I have more than one weakness?  However, the most important detail of being a superhero is hiding as many weaknesses as one can from your enemies so I won't dare write any of the unobvious ones.  The stick is an obvious weakness of myself and all wizards.  We were only superheroes if we have wands.

Every superhero has a nemesis.

My main nemesis is the giant squid that lives in the lake.  When I took the boat as a first year the Giant Squid greeted me with a raised tentacle and a splash towards my boat.  The splash wasn’t even enough to soak my new uniform.  It was just a warning shot and an acknowledgement that the squid saw me and was challenging me.  With glee I happily accepted the challenge of my new nemesis reaching over the side of the boat and splashing the raised tentacle back.

That first splash was only the beginning and as I gain power I may someday defeat the Giant Squid. 

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:
He saw the little girl having what appeared to him as a temper tantrum with a broomstick and cautiously stopped walking in her direction.  His interest and curiosity was in the boy who was actually flying far enough off the ground to count.  Yet, it was the girl that noticed him and was now barking at him.

Him stopping walking towards her wasn’t enough.  No he was in the awkward position of having to actually involve himself in the tantrum where even the boy flying wasn’t interesting enough to him for him to want to deal with that. 

Girls were just… What’s the word? Headaches!

He said “ What you propose playing? “ giving the girl a chance to propose something fun.  Otherwise, he was making some excuse to leave as the last thing he wanted to do was play with a tantrum throwing girl.  After all, if he saw the other boy later he didn’t want to be seen as associated with the younger girl and not cool enough to hang out with.


OTHER
How did you find us? Google
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Character Classifieds / Holbrook Family Adoptables
« Last post by Jackson Holbrook on 11/07/2024 at 03:32 »

Holbrook

Loyalty above all



Harlow Holbrook
 27 October 1939 | Marie Avgeropoulos | Slytherin | Cunning | Loyal
OPEN

Harlow was born into a loving family. She had doting parents, a dumb big brother who could be manipulated very easily, and a big house she loved. Her father was her hero and she loved every moment in the Holbrook potions shop. Everything was great for Harlow until her fifth year when her parents were found dead in their home. They buried their parents, lost the house, Jackson dropped out of Hogwarts but forced her to stay, and they no longer had the money to do anything but survive. Eventually, she graduated and then went into potioneering. She reopened Holbrook Potions and spends most of her time with her brother and Sulli or brewing potions.

Harlow had always been quiet and calculating. Her father said she had the Holbrook disposition and she came from a long line of crafty Holbrooks. She was cheerful, happy, and open before the death of her parents. After burying them she pulled into herself and became more cautious of who she let into her life. She’s loyal and meticulous and will go for the throat if crossed.
 


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Accepted!
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E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Cyrus Galahad 'Stormie' Oceanus

Gender: Male

Age: 14 -  14 February 1957

Bloodline:
Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Not played. Agrippa and Tabitha Oceanus

Residence:
Saint-Malo, France

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?
Naw

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Active: Lye, Bedwyr, Vervain
Inactive: Dorothy, Hekate, Salazar, Elias, Rowena

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
I have an obligation. Not everyone calls it that. I read it in the paper last week, an opinion piece. Pureblood privilege. I've never seen it that way.

Dad's pretty strict. Doesn't like when I waste time on silly stuff. We're an old family and I need to represent us well. That's gonna be my whole life. Presenting well so everyone knows the family is worthwhile. That is a privilege.

I won't argue against the fact the I'm lucky to have great parents. At the dinners, I speak to other heirs and they have so many complaints. I can't complain. The Oceanus family is really respectable. My parents are the best in the world, and they love me a lot.

Being an heir means I have to work hard. Read. Plan. Understand the ledger. It's hard, but I try my best. I'd rather paint. I'd rather listen to the wireless. I'd rather walk barefoot in the gardens. We don't always get to do what we're rather.

I'd rather not learn to be a 'proper warlock'. I'd never tell dad. I'm being groomed for leadership. Dad's on the Wizengamot and I'll do that too. It's my honor and my duty and my privilege.

Roleplay:

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:
"You!"

Her voice was over-loud. This was an upsetting way to be addressed. Stormie brought his attention to the girl. The little toy broomstick had seen its share of injuries.

"...Do you want to play?"

Poor thing.

"On a safety broom? No, thank you." A moment ago, she had a flock of loud little friends. Now she was alone. Most people, as Stormie understood it, found this to be the less favourable option. "Why don't you go and find your little friends?"

A wind turned his page, and the charcoal in his hand dragged across. The sketch was ruined. Stormie frowned for only half a moment.

"Run along. It's okay."

OTHER
How did you find us?

I am cursed to stay here until my earthly business is complete.
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Shop Permits / APPROVED: Hogwash and Rot
« Last post by Benjamin Orellana Sr. on 30/06/2024 at 22:42 »
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Elsewhere Accepted / Re: Hogwash and Rot
« Last post by Benjamin Orellana Sr. on 30/06/2024 at 22:42 »
Approved!  You've been added to the Hogsmeade marketplace directory!  Welcome!
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Elsewhere Accepted / Hogwash and Rot
« Last post by Bedwyr Bedrydant on 29/06/2024 at 05:50 »
SHOPKEEPER PERMIT

Shop name: Hogwash and Rot
Shop Type: Divination Services and Sundry
Location: Hogsmeade
Subforum? Pending approval, I will apply for a subforum

Short Description (50 words max):
An uncomfortable place for witches and warlocks to have fortunes foretold, maladies misdiagnosed, and worries worsened. Divination supplies at bafflingly generous prices, and complimentary trauma with every purchase. No returns.

Long Description (200 words min):

"Hogwash and Rot" nestles in a filthy corner of Hogsmeade Village. The exterior, seemingly held together by a patchwork of magic, appears dilapidated and lopsided, with cracked windows. In the deep of the night, one might hear otherworldly chanting drifting from within. The weather-beaten sign swings creakily in the wind, its faded lettering barely legible but certainly not advertising the current business.

Stepping inside, visitors are immediately struck by the overwhelming scent of mildew, mingling with the pungent aroma of coppery blood, dried herbs and aged parchment. The air is thick and damp, clinging to the skin like a clammy handshake. The floorboards threaten to collapse with every step, and grim light occasionally oozes out from below.

Natural light from the single window is inexplicably barred by a hodge-podge of hides which cover the interior glass. Dim candlelight in an array of colours casts long shadows across the cluttered space, illuminating shelves crammed with peculiar divination tools: tarnished crystal balls, grimy scrying mirrors, and jars of strange, unidentifiable substances. Cobwebs drape lazily from the ceiling and surfaces are either coated with dust or slime.

Against the head of the shop, a worn stone throne observes those who enter. A set of yellow robes and crown of indeterminate metal lay neatly upon the seat. Those who stare too long or too boldly will hear the buzzing of locusts in their mind's ear, rushing ever closer, and be cursed to dream of shrivelled monstrosities and peircing talons. A barrier protects patrons from sitting upon the throne.

Bedwyr Bedrydant, the bear-like proprietor with sausage-like fingers, wild, unkempt hair, and a tattered robe, presides over the shop and makes no efforts to hide his disdain. He offers a bewildering array of divination services, many of which involve unsettling practices such as bone casting, entrail reading, exorcism, the interpretation of dreams, or exchange of crippling recurring nightmares.

Shoppers can browse the cluttered stacks for a variety of divination supplies, from enchanted ink and rune stones to partially-translated tomes on forgotten lore. For those brave enough to seek his services, Bedwyr promises insights and revelations—though often at the cost of something more valuable than coinage.

A stone passage behind the clerk's counter leads to the grotto below where distasteful divinations are brought to life. Air in the grotto is wet and chill and suffocating. Ancient reliefs, horrible murals, and bizarre instruments too valuable for sale collect mold within the belly of Hogwash and Rot. The stone chamber stretches deeper still, though no sane person would follow the whisper-like echoes which call listeners further below.

What purpose will this shop serve other than selling things and being the home of your character? Why would people want to RP there just for fun?
Want to purchase divination supplies? Looking for a creepy gift for a friend? What about a disturbing curse for an enemy? Want your future told, foreshadowing a major character plot? Are you planning to do something very stupid/brave that you'll regret forever? Look no further.
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