Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Isla Lamont-King
Gender: Female
Age: 32
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Hogwarts - Gryffindor '38

Residence:
London

Occupation:
Journalist

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?
Daily Profit

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 Special Request form here.

• Charms: 8
• Divination: 10
• Transfiguration: 8
• Summoning: 6

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:
Circe&Co

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Life in Dunoon at the Lamont Estate was never going to be enough for her. From a young age she yearned for a world to explore to be let out of her gilded cage and run free. Always wanting to do whatever her older brothers did. Wanting to prove that she could be an adventurer and a girl. Her father was okay with this at home, but in the public eye she needed to remain poised and proper. A proper little lady that could beat all the boys... She just wasn't allowed to prove it.

That changed when she was put in Gryffindor at her first opening feast. The house of red and gold that her family didn't approve of, but never made it a big deal in her presence. During the school year she was allowed to go on as many adventures as her heart desired. She knew she wanted to travel the world. Scotland was too small.

People at school were insufferable talkers, which she loved. Everyone was willing to give information if she asked the right questions or even more so if she flirted in the right way. Rumors, a few she started, grew like fiend fire. The way that information spread through society interested her more than the boys that were supposed to be her suitors picked by her father.

That life was ultimately for her.

After graduation she hopped on a ship and traveled. Her first adventure. Getting to know people from cultures and regions she didn't even know existed. It ultimately lead her to becoming a freelancer for a paper no one read. She stayed at that paper for awhile until she got her big break when she was twenty four. Uncovering that a mysterious disease that had overcome a village in the Sudan was due to an old magical artifact that had been forgotten for hundreds of years.

A few husbands had passed and she decided it was time to go back to the UK. She had made a name for herself unlike most of her siblings. She had gone out and made her own money, and that was something they couldn't take away from her... Granted some of the money had been divorce settlements. The rest was all her. 

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:
London was a place she came back to at least once a year, but now she was living there. It was sort of boring even though it felt right. Nothing really interesting happened there.  London was just London.. Too many laws to allow for the gritty of the world to show up on the surface. Below the surface was a different story, but that thought was for a different day.

Without much to do she sat at a little cafe sipping tea and people watching. People watching was probably one of her favorite things to do. She could pretty much guess what most people were going to do, unless they were excellent at controlling their body language. The language most people forget exists.

Right then she laid eyes on a young woman trying to get people to ask questions. It made her laugh a bit. It wasn't everyday one finds what could have been them ten years younger. Was she that annoying when she was young? She really hoped not.

Then the lady's heal broke and Isla decided to step in. Grabbing her jacket she made her way through the walking crowd. "You're never going to get people to answer your questions." She said with a smile and held out her hand for a shake. "I'm Isla, and it looks like you could use some help in-" She paused for a second looking down. "-more than one area."

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