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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Cameron Kirk MarksbyGender: MaleAge: 25Education:Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry 1926-1933Residence: OxfordOccupationHealerDo 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, MOD.Requested Magic Levels:
- Charms: 8
- Divination: 6
- Transfiguration: 12
- Summoning: 6
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:All inactive, but Petty Thistlecomb, William Lancaster, Eden Wolfe, etc.Biography: (300 words minimum.)For most of his life, Cameron Marksby had never really felt at home. Ostracized from his muggle family at eleven, his guilt at leaving behind his sister nearly ate him alive. After she joined him in the wizarding world and helped him reconcile with their parents, it seemed only a blink of an eye before they were lost again.
Hufflepuff had been the most like a home to him during school. But that was before Sophie.
The timing was wrong for a long time. He'd kissed Daisy. They were together, then he kissed Daisy again. She kissed Edgar out of spite. They made up. Cameron left Hogwarts, only to find out halfway through the next year that Sophie had been with Bo Madigan.
And then - something clicked. Cameron still didn't know what it was.
He finally had it all.
A good job and a steady income, a wife, and they were well on the way to a white picket fence and 2.5 children. He never left for a shift without saying "I love you," and came home after each and said it again. He was
home.
Ruthie had recently moved out of their cramped apartment after graduating from Hogwarts, and they finally had the place to themselves, save for occasional unannounced visits from siblings. It was so quiet that Cameron might have gone mad if it weren't for Sophie.
She put up with the long hours at the hospital, the times he was on call and had to leave at a moment's notice, accidentally waking her up while getting ready for work at 4 AM. He brought her flowers from Diagon and sweets from Honeydukes and he never forgot her birthday.
Everything was perfect, and that should have been his first clue.
One afternoon as he came home from the hospital, she handed him an official-looking postcard. He recognized the words immediately:
DRAFT NOTICE.Roleplay: Option Two -The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.
And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.
Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.
"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.
"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.
"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.
Roleplay Response:His breaks were few and far between that day, and thus he only had ten minutes to track down a decent cup of coffee and return to the hospital. He walked as quickly as possible in the crowd, fighting against other warm bodies and the uphill climb.
In a moment of opportunity, Cameron tried to dart around some of the slower-moving crowd, only to cry out as an older gentleman directly in front of him slid in the snowy walk and crashed into him. The box of tinsel hit him next and the blond stumbled backward into the moving crowd, nearly causing a pedestrian pileup. Shiny bits of tinsel decorated his hair as he regained his footing on the slick walk, letting the box fall to the ground.
"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!""It's all right," Cameron assured him, tinsel stuck in his hair. "Here, let me help with that." He bent down to retrieve the box and began picking up tinsel off the ground, shaking it to get the snow off. The stuff was easy enough to pick up, at least. But he could probably forget about his cup of coffee.
Cameron stood and smiled, offering the box back to the man. "So, where are you headed?"
