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CHARACTER INFORMATION Character Name: Freya Shaw
Gender: Female
Age: 26 / 29 February 1943
Blood Status: Pureblood
Education: Hogwarts (Hufflepuff), class of 1961
Residence: London
Occupation: Socialite & Healer - Morgue
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? St. Mungo’s
Requested Magic Levels: - Charms: 8
- Divination: 7
- Transfiguration: 9
- Summoning: 8
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: Willow Foxglove, Roisin Hale, etc.
Biography: (300 words minimum.) For only two years, Freya was doted on as the youngest child in the Shaw family. She doesn’t remember that time, though, because for as long as she could remember, she was in the middle. She was naturally the peacekeeper between her two sisters, the mediator. She was used to being a lot more level-headed and quieter too. While her older sister excelled academically, and her younger sister was doted on, Freya found herself slipping into the background.
But then she was eleven and leaving to go to Hogwarts. She tried to fit in with her older sister and her friends, but none of them wanted an ickle firstie following them around. She had to learn pretty quickly how to make her own friends and forge her own way. The once close relationship that she had with her younger sister began to slip two years later when it was discovered that she was a squib, and their parents sent her off to finishing school.
All they had in common at that point was DNA. Their experiences now diverged. Freya had magic and their parents wanted her to excel in school so that she could get a good job after graduating. She’d always be able to defend herself, so they didn’t need to worry about her. Her sister, on the other hand, was to be married off to a Pureblooded someone or another.
Freya was dedicated to the Hospital Wing while she was a student, opting to work in the tent on game days rather than in the sky on a broom. She loved the healing aspect of magic, and she had a good talent for it. She studied hard, and had an internship at St. Mungo’s her final summer before graduating. That’s when she discovered that she enjoyed the Morgue most of all.
Once she was able, she applied for a position as a Junior Healer at St. Mungo’s, working specifically with the deceased. She was excellent at her job and moved up to full Healer status. Sure, it was a little macabre, but it helped her stand out from her sisters. And while she considers herself quite in-tune with the emotions of those around her, she prefers working with dead patients. It seems less complicated that way.
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: Freya looked down at her watch, sighing to herself in annoyance. She’d forgotten to bring her food with her when she stepped out to run errands on her lunch break, and now she was probably going to be finishing the day with an empty stomach. She was thankful that she didn’t have to deal with alive patients, especially when she was so hungry. But she did still have her coworkers to contend with, and that would hopefully not be too bad.
She spotted a woman ahead of her, quill in hand, trying to get a man to stop for a statement on – well, something, but Freya was in too much of a hurry to really pay attention to more than that. If she could hurry and not be distracted by anything, then she could probably make it back in time to inhale at least a little bit of the sandwich she’d packed.
Freya looked down at her list of errands again – the hunger causing her brain to not retain much information at the moment. “Drat!” she cursed out loud, turning on her heel and making her way back the way she just came. She passed the Duelling Wands, the shop she needed to stop in to request a potion. She retraced her steps and entered the shop.
A few moments later, Freya returned to the busy Diagon Alley, moving on to the next stop on her list. It was then that she heard a yell for help. The blonde stopped in her tracks and looked around, then spotted the woman from earlier struggling. There was no way she’d be able to eat anything until dinner time. But she wasn’t one to just leave someone needing help.
“Oh, just a second, I’ll get it,” Freya responded and took out her wand. “
Wingardium leviosa,” she attempted on the shoe, hoping that using magic would keep anyone from getting hurt.
OTHER How did you find us?
Elisa!!
