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Elsewhere Accepted / Stanley Leonard Antcliff - Elsewhere Child
« on: 10/08/2015 at 01:45 »E L S E W H E R E C H I L D
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name:Stanley Leonard Antcliff
Gender: Male
Age: 10 (April 14th)
Bloodline:
Muggleborn
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?):
Orphan :c
Residence:
The Orphanage
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Hogsmeade Children's Home. Future Hogwarts student.
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:
Séraphine Mousseau, Percival Hartwood, Otto Fowl, Amelia Hartwood
Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Stanley lived the humble life of an infant before his world was ripped away before his very eyes. He was two years old when the Time Warp lost his parents and frankly, he doesn't remember them or anything about his life before '37. All he has ever known is the Hogsmeade Children's home and the feeling of loneliness.
A bit delusional when it comes to life, Stan sees himself as pretty charming, for a nine year-old. He is way off par, most often being found lingering in dark places or more specifically, the shadows. In his mind, the sun is an emperor of evil whose only goal is to make his skin hurt and freckles sprout on his pale skin. Arguably the most awkward child in existence, this boy thrives off the joy his friends bring him. There's Jimmy, Steven, Henry... and even a particularly special friend, Edith. Well, he has too many
This kid has a lot of growing up to do and hasn't the foggiest idea (yet) of what a "hog wart" is and why the other children care about it.
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:
It was such a beautiful day. The skies were bright and the birds were chirping, but Stanley would've preferred the soothing lull of darkness. Ah, the sweet, sweet broom closet. But the ladies at the orphanage said that staying inside was unhealthy, so here he sat.
It wasn't dreadful, considering some
of his friends were with him.
"Oh, Edith, you really are a hoot and a half," he giggled, patting his
In came he disturbance.
Stan was fully aware of the large amount of hooligans playing the broomstick game, but chose to ignore them. This effort was ruined by a little she-hooligan.
"You!" it hollered at him.
Inwardly groaning, he crossed his pale legs, left over right. Ignoring strange folks was easily, simple avoid eye contact.
"...Do you want to play?"
"I am... ehm... occupied," he babbled, gesturing wildly to his gaggle of -imaginary- friends.
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