Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Dagmar Sawaki

Birthday: February 27th, 1950

Hometown: London, England

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two): 2nd, 1st

Biography:

“We’re playing princesses today,” declared Sisi that afternoon.

Dagmar was ready—she had prepared her paper kokoshnik that she liked to pretend was embroidered with jewels and her long beaded necklace that she liked to pretend was strung with pearls. “I want to be Grand Duchess Tatiana—”

“We’re playing imaginary princesses,” Sisi amended, giving her sister a sharp look. “Not the real kind.”

Darn it.

“W-Well,” stuttered Dagmar, which wasn’t a great start, “I’m the oldest, and so I say that we play real princesses.” She said this as if she always got her way like other eldest daughters did, which wasn’t true, and both Sisi and Tonya knew this.

Really? said Sisi’s crooked eyebrow.

Tonya jumped on the couch, her flouncy tutu bouncing in time with the creaking springs beneath her. “I wanna play imaginary princesses too! I wanna be Princess Moonglitter!”

Dagmar’s mouth dropped in a surprised o. “But I thought you liked being Grand Duchess Anastasia!” She was met with a deadpan look that oozed with … No. I didn’t.

“Perfect. And I’ll be Princess Sunshimmer, ruler of the Sun Kingdom. And you!” Sisi raised her golden star wand and jabbed it menacingly in Dagmar’s direction. Who will you be?”

“Grand Duchess—”

“And you can’t say Olga or Tatiana or Maria or Anastasia. And you also can’t say Princess Victoria or Alice or Margaret or Marie or anything like that, because we’re playing IMAGINARY princesses, not REAL princesses.”

Dagmar puffed her cheeks and looked to the side. Sisi had basically dumped on her entire list. Was she really that predictable? “Then—then I’m not playing.”

Sisi shrugged. “Fine by me.”

“Yeah!” Tonya giggled. “Fine by me!”

Dagmar turned on her heel and raced upstairs, eyes pinpricking with tears. Immature! Infantile! She just couldn’t understand her sisters and their silly games! Why be fake fairytale princesses when real princesses lived in palaces not so far away? Why call yourself Moonglitter and Sunshimmer when you were already named after women like Empress Elisabeth of Austria and Marie Antoinette?

(And what kind of names were Moonglitter and Sunshimmer anyway?)

She flung herself into bed and sniffled under the covers. It wasn’t like she had to play, right? Dagmar didn’t have to bend to Sisi’s silly little girl rules, nor did she have to take the disrespect thrown at her favorite princesses. So in the end, who really lost here?

Dagmar closed her eyes and breathed in slowly. She might as well reward herself with a nap.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Up to the hat!

Personality: A sweet and gentle girl who rarely gets into trouble, Dagmar’s more prone to idleness and daydreaming than the average twelve-year-old. She tends to get walked over by stronger personalities, mainly her two younger sisters Elisabeth and Antonia, although that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t advocate for herself—Dagmar tries! It just… doesn’t tend to work out.

Her true passion lies in royal history. Dagmar doesn’t treat it as an academic pursuit, however (and neither is she an academic sort of person for that matter). She is far less interested in war and political turmoil than she is when it comes to the inner lives of royalty found through published letters and diaries. The Romanovs make her weep, Henry VIII riles her up, and she has way too many opinions about men named George. While her mother, who named each of her daughters after queens and empresses, thinks it’s very charming, Elisabeth and Antonia just think that she’s very weird, and they’re right. They don’t care as much that they were named after an empress of Austria or a queen of France as Dagmar does, who takes pride in her namesake, Empress Maria Feodorovna, formerly known as Princess Dagmar of Denmark.

Outside of this, others tend to see Dagmar as a kind girl who often seems to blend into the background. Years of being excluded from her sisters’ silly games have given her an appreciation for being alone and doing things in her own soft and simple way.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.

Option I:

For nearly all of her time at Hogwarts, Dagmar had heard tales of mean, slimy Slytherins bullying their fellow peers for reasons such as blood purism, class elitism, and also because they were downright terrible people. She assured herself that this was mostly untrue—after all, not every Slytherin was a pureblood, rich, or a downright terrible person—but venturing down in the dungeons made her realize that perhaps that there was a reason that Slytherins tended to act so snake-y.

How could a person bear to live in these conditions? How could a person let others live in these conditions?

The dungeons were devoid of love and life and happiness. Nothing could thrive here except a colony of mold or a Slytherin student holding on to their last slip of sanity. Dagmar could only hope that the common room was a brief respite from the cold, dark damp of the Hogwarts dungeons. Perhaps she could petition to Headmistress Ivanova to give Slytherins better living conditions, like letting them live above ground for the first time in a thousand years.

Her heart ached for the poor things. None of it was fair.

And now she felt even more sorry for Nigel Harlock, the sick student whose worksheets Dagmar was entrusted to bring to him. Everything about the dungeons was surely making his cold even worse!

Dagmar padded about the dark space, entirely unsure of where to go or even where she came from. Somehow she still hadn’t managed to get this particular part of the castle down, no matter how many times she practiced just in case she needed to find a friend or a professor in the area. She pressed the worksheets nervously to her chest. Getting lost around here was the last thing Dagmar wanted.

"H-h-hello?"

“Huh?” Dagmar gasped. Her head whipped around, trying to figure out the source of that faint whisper. It might have been a ghost wanting to tease her. Or a ghost wanting to kill her. Was this how the princes in the tower felt, awaiting uncertain fate? Oh dear. Ohhhhhh dear.

"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"

At this, Dagmar yelped and scrambled to not drop her papers.“I—I’m sorry, I don’t know any Emma Birches!” she called back. Was there an Emma Birch at this school?

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