Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Iarah Elyana Litchfield
Gender: Female
Age: 28

Education: 
Hogwarts – She was a Slytherin.

Residence:
She lives at the family home,

Occupation:**If you are planning to work at St. Mungo's, please fill out the St. Mungo's application here instead.
She does not work. She may in the future.

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?
Not at this moment.

Requested Magic Levels: (see here on how to do this)
If you want levels above the usual 32 total, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.
•Charms: 5
•Divination: 10
•Transfiguration: 9
•Summoning: 7
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
… Just the rest of the Litchfield family.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Cosette Laurent, Alinette Isenhour, Satin de Carosol, Cveta Milic

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
She was born and raised in Brazil, a first cousin to Lincoln Litchfield. She was seven when her mother decided to leave her father and take her to England to reunite with the rest of their family. Her father stayed in Brazil; an estranged member of the family because of his dark and sinister ways. Iarah was raised around the five Litchfield boys, she learned how to deal with pranks and jokes, wrestle. She was a very… “ladylike” girl at the same time, though. Before Hogwarts, her mother taught her about being proper, to uphold the name she claimed. When she was just twelve, enrolled in Hogwarts and placed in the house of Slytherin (this broke her heart), an owl came and so did an escort. Her mother was ill. School ended abruptly that year, she spent most of it crying on the grounds; she avoided the house and everyone in it. She thought it weak to be seen crying. The year passed, her mother just continued to get worse, and she was sent back to school to continue her education. At the age of fifteen, her mother was still alive, but getting worse by the day. It was rumored that the woman would die. It was summer break, and for the first time in about three years, Iarah had given into playing and spending summer break like any other girl. She was told to stay home, but she snuck out anyway; she wanted to go see a play in the theatre that was going on. When she came home… She saw the fragile form of her mother, being moved from the bedroom onto a gurney. After that day, she spent most of the time crying on one of her cousin’s shoulders; usually Lincoln’s. She went back to school and graduated; she was barely passing her exams at that point. She soon came to think that she was like her father, who had left her mother when the woman was having her, and that thought sent her off on a depressive road. She never recovered from her mother’s death, blaming herself for not being there – like she could have done anything for the woman, really. 

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

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:
The snow did nothing to even remotely brighten her mood. She was always a rather depressed woman, ever since her mother died that night, so long ago. She hated the snow most of all. It was white, pure, reminded her that (at least in her mind) she was just like her deranged father. She hated the man she had not seen in years; Iarah was glad she had not seen him.
A shout behind her caused her to merely glance around before she continued her slow, pace gait. She wanted to get inside, see her aunt and uncle and go into the dark hole that had become her room; she stayed in her mother’s room, hoping to be closer to the deceased woman.
The explanation; the death of your mother was not your fault, made her angry. She knew it was her fault she did not get to say goodbye. She locked her emotions up, unless Lincoln was around. If anyone else was near, then she was distant.
Someone, or something crashed into her. She turned to stare at what had hit her, made her stumble. The sight of the elderly man caused her to frown, though at the sight of the scattered tinsel and the box, all splayed on the snow, she bent to start picking decorations up.
“Please, do not worry about it, sir.” She muttered. Her fingers would continue to claim as much of the tinsel as she was able. Though she was so distant and depressed most of the time, it did not inhibit her ability to help others when she believes they need it.
In fact, when faced with strangers, Iarah is much nicer – almost happier-seeming, though she is never that way for long. She loved helping people, but she wished to wallow in her depression and make herself remember how she left her mother that day. She was certain she would never forgive herself for allowing herself to leave, against her mother’s wishes, and come back to find her dead. She never got to say goodbye.
As she moved to place the tinsel back in the box, she offered a weak smile. “I hope you have a great day, sir.” With that, she was holding the tinsel out to the man.


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