Malachite Amberghast - Elsewhere Adult

[Malachite Amberghast]

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Malachite Amberghast
Gender: Male
Age: 28-29
Blood Status: Pure-blood

Education:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, Ravenclaw House, Class of 1962

Residence:
Various properties belonging to the Amberghast family, though mainly in London, England.

Occupation
Unspeakable at the Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries

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?
The Ministry of Magic.

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Exceptional Levels special request form here.

• Charms: 9
• Divination: 7
• Transfiguration: 8
• Summoning: 8

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
N/A.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Sylvia Kate Whitwell

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Malachite Amberghast is the youngest son of the Amberghast brood, though has always been a bit different from his siblings in a very ethereal way. As a child, he too often had his "head in the clouds," though it might be more accurate to say he had his head far above the clouds, in the celestial and scientific manner of speaking. A curious child, he attended school and became the second Ravenclaw in hundreds of years, following in his older brother, Indigo's, footsteps, much to their father's dismay. Mal, however, frequently took the admonishment without batting an eye; this is not to suggest he is emotionally vacant or insensitive, but rather that the familial environment has steeled him against criticism.

He was, at one point, considered the "spare" heir, following Indigo in line, though perhaps it was his brother's influence which caused him to veer off course of the Amberghasts' intentions for him and the family. While still very much involved with his family, Mal does seem to hold the burden of "peacemaker" between his father and older siblings, while maintaining a peaceful sort of relationship with his younger sister.

At Hogwarts, he was a quiet, though studious Ravenclaw; frequently called "Alien Eyes" while attending school, in his early years, Malachite often shared ideas and thoughts that were considered outlandish and strange, even by magical standards. These wild interests carried him through school and into adulthood, where, for a time, he managed a variety of business trades and a constant search for oddities. But as with most of the Amberghasts, a sense of duty won out and he begrudgingly joined the ranks of the Ministry of Magic, specifically with an interest in the Department of Mysteries where he pursues work as an Unspeakable -- truly a perfect fit for the boy who, for so long, didn't quite fit in with his peers.


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.

Roleplay Response:
Malachite Amberghast lacked in at least one way compared to his siblings; where the rest of the ghastly brood could be out and social in the world without complaint or social awkwardness, Mal suffered immensely under the pressures of society. Currently, that pressure was the bustling street of Diagon Alley– during the lunchtime rush. He hadn’t even had any business of his own being here, really; not at this hour, when usually he haunted the doorsteps of Knockturn Alley, instead, and much later in the day.

But there had been something– Indy had beckoned his brother’s company for one thing or another, and dutiful to a flaw, of course Mal had answered to the call. That was, notably, the second way in which he was different even for a family already so very different indeed. What happened next was just another odd and surprising way in which the middle sibling responded. Where his brother or sisters might have walked right by, Mal felt obligated to stop and help.

He first stooped down in a swift motion – grace was, graciously, an adopted trait from the entire lot of Amberghasts – and grabbed for the stuck shoe, long blond hair cascading into his eyes before his hand swiped the errant strands away. When he looked up to offer the shoe back to the woman, his eyebrows lifted. “I know you,” he said plainly; perhaps if she hadn’t been in the media, it would have been off-putting for a stranger to say as much (though, given whatever lower rung she clung to, it was possible, too, that his sudden statement was off-putting anyway). “You wrote the article about the rising number of frogs in London– do you really think it’s environmental, like the Muggles claim? Personally, I think it’s something more extra-terrestial than that.”

His mind was clearly already ticking; a former Ravenclaw, like his older brother, Malachite made his entire life out of being over-analytical. It was in his bones to consider not only the magical and the mundane, but the beyond, too. And so, an odd spark lit his green eyes, though his expression remained otherwise stoic. He was a strange thing to behold, in the height of his interest peaked, but ever hungry to know more.

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[Dylan Duckheart]

Hi Malachite!

Your app looks great!

I just wanted to confirm that you have permission from Indigo's player to create his brother. Then I can accept your app!

Please just reply below with your confirmation.

[Malachite Amberghast]

Hello!

Yes I have permission from Indy’s player! 

[Willow Foxglove]

Accepted!