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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name:Elizabeth Arnett
Gender: Female
Age: 10 (February 14)
Bloodline: Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Zoraida Trowbridge (played), Rory Michael Arnett (played)
Residence: London
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:Oliver Razi & co.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Most the people she had met up until this point of her life fell into two groups one who knew her parents, or ones from the muggle elementary school she went to.
Her mother was either a professional quidditch player or coach depending on the day of the week and which people she was playing with. Either way she had watched people play quidditch all her life from whatever stand, bench, or field he mother left her in until she was old enough to fly. When she became old enough to fly she got delegated to the role of quaffle retriever, and bludger fetcher by her mother to help out when she was coaching. Elizabeth was never sure what her father did, beyond it being boring. At one point she was dragged to a cauldron shop that he apparently worked at, but was out the door exploring before he could tell her what he did.
Naturally the people who knew her parents expected her to be like them. Her mother existed in a perpetual state of childhood and expected everything responsible to just work out. A state that she suspected her father made actually work out. Naturally she didn’t know it was actually her uncle Helios, who wasn’t actually her uncle, that made the important things work out for her mother like her first professional quidditch contract. As such when she was younger she fell into those traits of being laid back, calm, and was confident everything would work out. Except for her it often didn’t as unless she spoke up her mother would just drag her about so as she was getting older she became more outspoken than either of her parents. A state that shocked most when they encountered her loud mouth.
At the muggle elementary school it was understood she couldn’t talk about her parents beyond them existing. As for how she got tossed into it, her mother practically considered it free babysitting and they didn’t look to much at the paperwork her mother handed them. Plus, her mother thought it was important that she be exposed to muggles as there were far to many wizards who couldn’t manage outside of there small world. So she was her own unique person there and developed into a confident, and somewhat boisterous young lady. There she learned that being laid back got one stepped upon, so instead she spoke up for herself and her friends.
The catch was when she started at the muggle elementary school she couldn’t mention it to the people there parents knew as the wizarding world was separating itself from the muggle world in a shockingly isolationist way. So in an odd sense she had two identities that combined to form the person she was. Identities that came complete with there own sets of paperwork, the muggle ones forged, and there own set of friends.
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:"You!”
She had seen this scene so many times with so many different people in her life. The younger or less popular kid being left out as the other ones played. When it was her she pushed herself into the action, or left. She wasn’t the type to observe unless she had to like when her parents took her to things. Which wasn’t today.
Today was hers to explore Hogsmeade while her mother was doing something with her friends as this was a place that was apparently safe enough for her to just wander. She wasn’t going to explore looking up at quidditch players she did that enough.
"...Do you want to play?”
She said “ No. “ Though she didn’t look at the girl she looked at the boy in the air as that was the real game. After all, she didn’t have a broom so she’d be settling for the lesser game and the boy would just see her as her little sisters playmate. Even worse she’d be looking up at people playing quidditch which she was stuck doing to many days for her taste.
Elizabeth said “ Next time push one of them off there broom. “ She was the type to stick up for her friends, but she didn’t know the girl so felt not reason to. With a shrug she pointed at one and said “ His form is a bit wobbly to the left so you pushed from that side once he was hovering it would probably work. “
That was as close as she was going to get to helping the girl.
OTHERHow did you find us?
Forgets!
