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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 3, 2018 15:31:28 GMT -5
RETRIBUTIONa harry potter inspired roleplay
Twenty years after the fall of Voldemort, the boy who lived has given up his spotlight to a new movement among the wizarding world. Amidst the recovering society came a loud activist voice calling for the recognition of non-pureblood wizards and witches role in the war's conclusion.
The Blood ID system put in place under Pius Thicknesse was immediately demolished by the new minister of magic, Kingsley Shaklebolt, who answered the peopleโs cries by doing a complete overhaul of ministry departments, replacing Pureblood families who had ties with Voldement with a more diverse selection of employees. Many agreed that this was a step in the right direction towards reaching equality, but for many a mere shifting of ministry positions was no reparation for the taunts Muggleborns had received for years and the cruelties they faced under both Voldemort and Grindlewald.
Furthermore, a ripple of protest began for those who were shunned from wizarding society as a whole: werewolves, half-breeds, and magical beasts with human level intelligence. Activist groups demanded justice; and, as always when there is a widespread movement, things tend to get out of hand.
The emphasis on โbloodโ in the media caused the divide between Muggleborn and Pureblood to become accentuated and nearly daily the papers report attacks on Purebloods by those stirred up by recent events. This, of course, has done nothing to stem cries of โmudbloodโ. There have even been rumors of an extremist organization calling for a violent overhaul of โthe systemโ. For the ordinary citizen, though, little has changed in the past year or so. In London things go on as they always have; like the taxi cabs among city traffic, the world continues moving.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 3, 2018 15:35:31 GMT -5
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 3, 2018 15:42:26 GMT -5
"Retribution often means that we eventually
do to ourselves
what we have done unto others."
It is not fate that brought them together, nor are they, exactly, brought together. Yet all pursue a common goal in near proximity to each other - a fact that causes them, like molecules whirring around a test tube, to collide.
Characters:
The Slipshod and the Pupil have been friends since 1st year of Hogwarts. Virtually codependent since childhood, it only makes sense that they continued to live together after school. They are currently both living and working in Diagon Alley, trying to figure out what to do with their lives.
Their third roommate, the Mercenary, who they found on Wizard Craig's List, is a brilliant Curse-breaker currently working at Gringott's. Recently, however, they have been contacted by a ministry official, the Demagogue, who has offered them a mysterious proposition. While the official has been unpopular with the press, and the proposition likely highly illegal, they are offering up a large sum of money if the deal is taken.
Across the hall from the previous trio lives the Advocate, an American citizen who fled their family with nothing but a suitcase and the clothes on their back. They're trying to make ends meet by working in a coffee shop, all the while concealing their near-inability to use magic.
This coffee shop has a number of regular patrons, including the Aristocrat and the Emissary, a pair of upper class Purebloods who frequent Diagon Alley to escape their smothering families and also to throw their money around just because they can. With the political climate changing, these two are more often finding themselves the victims of taunts and glares, with the Aristocrat even being turned down from stores because of their family name.
Diagon Alley also has a knack for attracting the sort of people who are looking for something, but are not quite sure what they are looking for. One of these such people is the Scholar, a Hogwarts Professor-hopeful youth who is living in Diagon Alley as they do research on mysterious artifacts of dark magic. They've been trying, unsuccessfully, to get a job in Knockturn alley.
There is a seedier side of any area, though, with common pickpockets such as the Rogue thriving among it's depths. There are rumors, though, of a greater force stirring - and for this reason the Paladin, an auror handpicked by Minister Shacklebolt, has been stationed in Diagon Alley to try and prevent catastrophe.
The darkness is not always associated with evil, though - sometimes it is simply protection. For the Forsaken, a bitten werewolf, it provides a stable job and a place in society. This is greatly appreciated by the Lover, who is married to the Lover, but whom finds the fact that their spouse must hide in the shadows to have a career reprehensible and sympathizes with the rising tide of whispers.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 3, 2018 15:43:18 GMT -5
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 3, 2018 15:47:09 GMT -5
"Retribution often means that we eventually
do to ourselves
what we have done unto others."
The role-play begins on January 12th, 2018. Almost twenty years since the fall of Voldemort.
Diagon Alley is a cobblestoned wizarding alley and shopping area located in London, England behind a pub called the Leaky Cauldron. The alley is completely hidden from the Muggle world which is right outside of its boundaries. It is very large, connecting to multiple other shopping alleys (Knockturn, Carkitt, Horizont) and is essentially the center of wizarding London. For many Wizards living in an around London, Diagon Alley is essentially a hot spot for business, day trips, and common criminal activity. It's also the perfect place for a young wizard to live and work while trying to begin their career.
It will also act as the central location for this role-play; all of the characters, in one way or another, find themselves often on the streets of Diagon Alley either living or working among its curving streets. LOCATIONS (a more extensive list can be found on the Harry Potter Wiki)
Apothecary - A store located at North Side, Diagon Alley which supplies merchants with ingredients for potion-making. Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour
The Kneazle - A middle-class apartment complex located above Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor and the surrounding stores, 1-2 bedrooms, 1-2 bath, kitchen and appliances provided, quite spacey. - TENANTS
- The Paladin
- The Scholar
Gringotts Wizarding Bank - Run by Goblins, Gringotts is the only known bank of the wizarding world. In addition to storing money and valuables for wizards, one can go there to exchange Muggle money for wizarding money.
The Leaky Cauldron - A popular Wizarding pub in London. It is the entrance to Diagon Alley Obscurus Books - Located at 18a Diagon Alley, Obscurus is a Wizarding book publisher. Ollivanders - is the sole wand shop of Diagon Alley. Peeling gold letters over the door of the shop read: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.. The shop's display consists of a solitary wand laying on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. Quality Quidditch Supplies - A shop in Diagon Alley. Its main products are things having to do with Quidditch such as Quaffles, Bludgers, and broomsticks. Rosa Lee Teabag - A teashop located in Diagon Alley as well as in Hogsmeade.
- EMPLOYEES
- Rosa Lee - owner, an elderly Korean witch
- The Slipshod
The Ministry Press - A publishing house affiliated to the Ministry of Magic. Pondhoppers โ An American owned coffee shop located across the street from the Ministry Press, famous for their moving foam designs and brightly colored drinks
- EMPLOYEES
- Ernest Eaglesby - the vivacious, stereotypically American owner
- The Advocate
- The Pupil
The Peony - An apartment complex located above Pondhoppers (and surrounding stores), lower-middle class with apartments consisting of 1-3 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, a kitchen, common area, and laundry access. Called "a little cramped, but liveable" by residents. - TENANTS:
- The Pupil
- The Mercenary
- The Slipshod
- The Advocate
The Daily Prophet's main office - Presumably where the Daily Prophet newspapers are printed. Located near the Ministry Press. Twilfitt and Tatting's Twilfitt and Tatting's - an upmarket wizarding clothing shop located in Diagon Alley. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes - Located at 93 Diagon Alley, it is a joke shop owned by George Weasley. It sells practical joke objects, the famous WonderWitch products, and offers a section of Muggle magic tricks.
Knockturn Alley
(again, a more extensive list can be found on the Harry Potter Wiki)
Borgin and Burkes - is an antique shop located at 13B, Knockturn Alley, owned by Mr Borgin and Mr Burke, and the shop owners are known to deal with unusual and ancient wizarding artefacts, and, due to the sinister intents of many of its dodgy customers as well as the greedy and money-minded nature of its founders, it also at some point was used to carry out otherwise shady business and to sell objects of Dark magic and other dangerous magical items. Shyverwretch's Venoms and Poisons - an old store known for selling it's namesake items - EMPLOYEES
- Solanace Atropa - an elderly witch who will hire anyone as long as they can do their job without asking questions
- The Foresaken
Ye Olde Curiosity Shop - a shop in Knockturn Alley, London, where one can purchase curios related to the Dark Arts The White Wyvern - a pub of the nature that one might call, seedy
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 3, 2018 15:49:58 GMT -5
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 3, 2018 15:50:39 GMT -5
"Retribution often means that we eventually
do to ourselves
what we have done unto others."
1. Follow the Forum Rules (I'm not linking them, you all know how to get there)
2. Though I despise the term because obviously everyone on here is literate, this is a literate advanced role-play. This means that I expect you to be able to produce a post of around 600+ words for a response. However, I do not expect not want all responses to be of this length, as I believe it slows and eventually kills a role-play - conversation pieces can be shorter (as short as 50-100 words) and descriptive posts can be upwards of 1,500 words.
3. Be like, semi-active. I'm notorious for disappearing for days at a time - and because this is my roleplay I will try and not do that, I understand that many of us are older and in school while having jobs and many extracurricular activities. I expect you to post at least/around 2-3 times a week, but of course I understand extenuating circumstances.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 3, 2018 15:51:22 GMT -5
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 3, 2018 15:52:17 GMT -5
THE ARISTOCRAT Esme Seraphine Rosier Growing up in an environment that idolized them, the Aristocrat has always been known because of their family name. Want for nothing except perhaps more genuine friendships, the Aristocrat is having trouble adjusting to life in the "real world". While their family lets them continue to live at home, they are constantly pressured to leave the nest and pursue a career. This is a bit of a problem, as the Aristocrat did not particularly focus on resume building while at school. With political climate shifting to a negative attitude towards Purebloods, the Aristocrat has become rather bitter about their "useful citizen" potential (and would much rather continue to just have fun and shun responsibility).
Instead, they spend most of their days with their best friend, the Emissary, who they met at a party. While only knowing each other for a little while, and growing up on different continents, they clicked and are now nearly inseparable. They often shop, party, and do-not-act-their age together, though the Emissary acts as more an enabler to the wild and capricious Aristocrat.
AGE: 20
PROFESSION: November 6th, 1997
RESIDENCE: The family home in Kensington, London
BLOOD: Pureblood
HOUSE: Slytherin (Hogwarts)
Best Friend: The Emissary
Acquaintances: The Demagogue (through parents), The Pupil
Enemies: The Advocate
Extra Information: Just so happens to be a Parselmouth
Esme could easily be identified as a slytherin, especially back in her days as a student of Hogwarts. No robes or green scarves necessary. In fairness, the icy blond hair which is her main giveaway isn't even her natural color. She just dyed it so she wouldn't look so much like the rest of her family, most of whom are dark brunettes. All comparisons to her four-years-junior sister are considered an insult. To say she looks like her mother, well, that's an even worse offense. Anyway, there is no denying that there's something intrinsically slytherin-y about Esme. No matter how much she denies she fits neatly into that particular box, there is little she can do to escape it. Her style is clean, sleek, and classic. Her wealth is evident in the delicate silver rings on her fingers and in the expensive make of her clothes. When it comes to her face, well, she is a pretty young woman. Though "pretty" is not a word that is a part of her lexicon. Elegant or attractive are the preferred descriptors. Pale pink cupid's bow lips, a narrow nose, observant blue eyes. All lovely, yes, but not particularly unique. Perhaps the most distinct thing about her face is her dark, shapely eyebrows which lie in stark contrast to the paleness of her hair and skin. Physically, Esme is on the taller side in comparison to most women, though still shorter than the average man. Her build is slender and athletic. The one thing she excelled at without debate at Hogwarts was Quidditch. She was a chaser if you must know.
One time a professor hated Esme so much that they agreed to give her a passing score in the class if she never attended any more periods. This is a relevant story when it comes to the young woman's personality. Controversy spreads in her wake at an uncontrollable rate. Largely this is due to her constant desire to push buttons. She pesters, prods, and provokes a new acquaintance until they either decide they like her or take up a burning hatred. She is intelligent, so much so that it often gets her in trouble. She is aware of the deep loophole her family history has created in the world. She can be as difficult as she likes, and make as many enemies as she seems fit, and bounce back entirely. It would be easy to question Esme's moral soundness. She often says things that are hurtful or uncalled for in order to get a reaction. That being said, for the most part she treats people well. Those she desires to befriend can expect her to behave in a polite and considerate manner (snide comments aside). A more accurate description of Esme would be to call her a scientist. In a social sense, at least. She tests ever boundary as a form of calculation, reading each person and scenario until she knows exactly where she fits. In the meantime, you have equal chance of finding her drinking coffee in a quiet cafe as you do encountering her on the dance floor of a popular club.
Esme's family is both a blessing and a curse. For one thing, she was born in the lap of luxury, which most would agree is a positive thing. She was never want for anything. As a child, she was spoiled from a financial standpoint. At the same time, her parents are very hands-off when it comes to raising their children. She was practically brought up by her nanny while her father was working and her mother traveled. Of course the Rosiers were famously dedicated deatheaters. Her father, before she was born, swore his allegiance to the dark lord. After Voldemort was defeated for good, the older pureblood families were suddenly rejected from the wizarding community (typically for good reason). But this also meant a life of being accused of crimes that occurred long before her birth. Those who knew of her family history were quick to judge Esme as evil or corrupt. Through school, the young woman harbored a lot of anger that she felt difficult to channel. She was rebellious and often destructive. Friendships were temporary and insubstantial. She failed to make any plans for her future, as if barreling uncontrolled through life was a type of rebellion. Today she lives in her large family home. Of course she rarely encounters any members of her family, though her parents have begun to put pressure on Esme to settle on a decided path.
THE PALADIN Absolon Nigel Abernathy A talented Auror, the Paladin's reputation usually precedes them. While not as old or experienced as some within the ministry, they have an impeccable track record and unusually keen natural perception which helps them to not only track down their targets, but to avoid disaster in the process. This prowess is a result of dedication; the Paladin has been called a workaholic, putting immense effort into fine-tuning their skills. While they are very down to Earth and amicable, they don't have many close friends because of the nature of their job. They have, however, formed a number of enemies. While the Paladin is of good nature, they have very strong core values - which has set them at odds with the Demagogue, who also works for the ministry.
The Paladin finds often themselves on secret projects, hand-selected by top ministry executives. Most recently, they have been sent to Diagon Alley both to monitor an established thieving ring and to watch for activity of a violent new organization gaining followers throughout the nation. While living in Diagon Alley, they have made friends with their neighbor down the hall, the Scholar, who they invite to dinner at least three times a week because the Scholar notoriously caused a pot to explode one... or more times.
AGE: Adult
PROFESSION: Auror
RESIDENCE: The Kneazle, Apartment 21C
BLOOD: Half-blood
HOUSE: Gryffindor (Hogwarts)
Friends: The Scholar
Acquaintances: The Pupil
Enemies: The Demagogue, The Rogue
Extra Information: If chosen to be male, they can be the 7th son of a 7th son
To say Absolon is handsome is a matter of opinion. Many would find his appearance striking. The smooth planes of his face belie a refined, angular bone structure that any number of artists would kill to capture in their respective medium (light and shadow rendered in charcoal or lips portrayed with peony-bright oil paints). Absolon's Korean ancestry is to thank for much of his beauty, having gifted him the obsidian-dark eyes and raven-feather hair that attract curious glances like flowers attract bees. He takes strongly after his mother in this respect, though his father manages to shine through in his son's towering height at 6'3". His build is that of a champion swimmers, lean and well-muscled, stream-lined for agility. Absolon's skin is flawless, unblemished by freckles, moles, or even scars (the latter being a wonder given the youth's occupation). Elegant is one way to describe him, dignified being another. Handsome is a matter of opinion, where one sees a winter night sky in the darkness of his eyes another may only see eyes that are not blue and not worth their time. But even those who have neither the skill nor the inclination to preserve Absolon in a verse of poetry can still agree that he makes an excellent Auror.
While there is no shortage of individuals that will point at Absolon's youth and credit it a flaw ("he lacks experience" "he's too immature"), they cannot deny his efficiency. Absolon is unrivaled in his tenacious nature, once he starts a job there is only finishing it and finishing well. Guided by an unwavering set of morals, he seeks to right every wrong he sees in the world. This also makes Absolon a bit distant. Though approachable and polite, he always has a feeling of being cut-off from the world around him. As though there is a glass barrier between you and him, a gap not easily bridge with friendly words and a kind smile. This, combined with the nature of his work, has left him with few friends. He carries himself with the self-assured composure of a tiger stalking through the emerald jungles of India; there is nothing for him to prove and even less for him to fear.
THE DEMAGOGUE Gray Eltanin Markell Shrouded in controversy from their very initiation into the ministry, the Demagogue is the youngest chair of a Ministry department in the part century. Serious, pedantic, and pretentious, the Demagogue seems a born politician; they are self-aware of their own corruption. While holding strong personal beliefs, the Demagogue publicly takes on whatever position seems to gain them the most favor at the time. This has lead to large media criticism, and makes them many a personal enemy, but when polls are taken they are nonetheless received favorably. Perhaps this is because of the Demagogues phenomenal speaking ability; they have a natural, if somewhat too-pristine charm about them.
This talent is well-needed when the Demagogue discovers something in personal research, and must turn to an outside source for help in the form of the Mercenary. Acting without the knowledge of the Ministry, the Demagogue is putting their career on the line. Coincidentally, they have more connections in the area than even they realize - with an old school "friend", the Scholar and the child of one of their greatest financial backers, the Aristocrat, both living nearby.
AGE: 25 (October 21, 1992)
PROFESSION: Unspeakable, Chair of the Department of Mysteries
BLOOD: Pureblood
RESIDENCE: Knightsbridge, London
HOUSE: Ravenclaw (Hogwarts)
Acquaintances: The Mercenary, The Aristocrat, The Scholar
Enemies: The Paladin, a lot of people
Extra: Uniquely skilled Legillimens
Standing at 5โ9, Gray is not an imposing figure when one first meets him. He is svelte, bird-boned, with thin wrists, narrow shoulders, a slender waist, and almost model-esque in proportions (long legs and boney limbs) but without the height and muscularity. Gray is skinny, not lean, all protruding collarbones and defined cheekbones; the hollow in his eyes accentuated by work exhaustion. Gray Markell looks like he neither eats nor sleeps as much as any healthy person should. He often quips that the purple underlining his eyes highlights the blue of his irises, but the deadpan with which he speaks makes this statement feel more depressing than jovial. Those eyes may be the most striking thing about the middle Markell; they are a cold, light, edge-of-the-skyline blue standing stark against the anemic white pallor of his face. Gray is the kind of white where it looks like he hasnโt left the house in years. While this partially stems from his position as an unspeakable (it is dark in the Department of Mysteries, particularly in the chambers in which Gray spends most of his time) it is also simply his natural skin color. In his youth, Markell spent a great deal of time on the beach in a Polynesian nation and while his skin reddened (quite like a lobster, or a stupid tourist) he was never able to maintain a tan. After the burn would fade, he would only be left with more freckles โ something the young man already has a plethora of. Grayโs entire body is littered with a fine dusting of freckles, scattered like constellations most distinctly over the bridge of his nose and on his cheeks. The freckles extend all the way up to his hairline, which is brown in color. Itโs that peculiar shade of hair where in bright sunlight looks almost a light-almost-blonde brown, but in most natural lights is a very dark brown. Itโs all about the lighting, apparently. Maybe the inconsistency of his hair is a reflection of his political stance โ who knows. Grayโs voice is one of the few aspects of him that distinctly matches his appearance; it is gentle, lilting, and high-pitched, without sounding nasally. Soft, more than anything, and a complete contrast with the words coming out of his mouth. Which are often long, complicated, and spoken ever so coldly.
Some have called Gray Markell the unicorn of the Ministry; it is nearly unheard of for someone of his youth to rise to the position of department chair, to have gained such recognition both inside and outside the ministry, and to maintain positive ratings despite the press and general public seeming to loathe him. Gray Markell has been termed a political panderer; while a man of firm beliefs, he will do (and support) what will gain him favor with his demographic. That is to say, Gray Markell will do whatever it takes to maintain his financial backers. It is not a tactic that Gray takes pride in, but this โkissing upโ is what he owes much of his success to. Markell also happens to have a natural talent for persuasion. Gray is an artist with words, believing them to be the paint with which society is created) On the podium, in board meetings, anywhere he has an audience, Gray Markell can woo. In person, however, the charm gives away to a cold, pedantic, icy demeanor; blue eyes no longer glittering with passion but, like a frozen lake, only with the sunlight. He carries himself quite like a bird, postured and graceful, with an aura that seeps pretension. This is all a faรงade, and Gray Markell, like ice, can easily crack if enough pressure is applied.
Graduating Hogwarts as Head Boy, excellent teacher recommendations, top marks, and incredible extracurricular experience, Gray Markell was the kind of student that the Ministry looks to hire straight out of school. He initially started as an understudy in the Foreign Affairs department, where he was put to work editing and revising speeches for Diplomats. After a while, as his writer skills were perfected and he began to make a name for himself, he was put in charge of speech writing for several higher ups in the ministry. This is how he caught the eye of the former chair of the Department of Mysteries. How the two became close is still shrouded in mystery โ all the majority of ministry employees know is that overnight the little speech-writing understudy became an Unspeakable and while he was still in charge of speech writing, he had pretty much disappeared. Within several years Gray became known throughout the department for managing PR, gaining financial support for projects, and attracting public attention. He became the right hand to the Chair; while he did not have as much expertise as the former chair, he was a brilliant face for the department especially at outreach events for the ministry. When the previous chair stepped down โ suddenly, and without warning โ it was a shock that Gray, only 24 at the time, was named his replacement. Yet he has managed to pull donors like flies to honey, and while there are many complaints about his public persona, he is brilliant at what he does. (Even if most are in the dark about what exactly he does, considering his line of work is , for the most part, secret.)
THE MERCENARY Sterling Hugo Renaud The Mercenary has always been known for keeping to themselves; they are introverted, secretive, and absolutely brilliant. They were scouted for Gringott's all the way from France, with even their rent subsidized by the bank (an unprecedented charity). It is incredibly lucky that the Mercenary was put with roommates as lively as the Slipshod and the Pupil, then, or else it would have been easy for them to recede into just their work and personal study. While neurotic and a little socially awkward, the Slipshod and the Pupil have helped them to come out of their shell and enjoy life a little more. To help them pursue something more than simply success.
The Mercenary would not call themselves a good person; they are keenly self-aware, perhaps both their greatest asset and downfall, and knows themselves to be a shrewd opportunist. When the Demagogue contacts them offering a large sum of money for a difficult, but incredibly interesting and engaging task, they already know that they are unlikely to reject the challenge. Even if it is incredibly dangerous and likely equally as illegal.
AGE: 26 (November 11, 1992)
PROFESSION: Curse-breaker at Gringotts
RESIDENCE: The Peony, 34A
BLOOD: Pureblood
HOUSE: Attended Beauxbatons
Friends: The Slipshod, The Pupil
Acquaintances: The Demagogue, The Advocate, The Lover
At a first glance, Sterling has a resemblance to a bean pole. Lanky, tall and uncoordinated. Standing at 6โ4, his height does attract him some attention, but most are drawn to his face. He has a very sharp, angular face, and his most noticeable feature would be his very sharp jawline. He has dark brown hair that loves to stick out at odd angles. His eyes are large and a brilliant blue, sometimes changing shades depending on the weather and day. Heโs considered quite handsome, but he really couldnโt care less for outward appearances. Heโs pretty muscular and lean, and has a distance-runnerโs build, and he sports lean muscle and can be quite sturdy. His signature facial expression is that of a slight pout, and the pout will deepen once heโs hard at work, and he doesnโt even realize heโs pouting unless someone points it out.
Since his early childhood, Sterling was very independent and self-confident, at times even appearing arrogant and condescending. Despite that, Sterling was very perceptive and intuitive, quickly realizing the situation for what it was, and he was a relatively happy child. But after his motherโs death, Sterling became more stern, aloof and cold toward others, unwilling to share his feelings with anyone. As an adult, Sterling typically has a relaxed and almost bored attitude, not prone to getting too worked up about anything or by anyone. Despite his increasingly growing reputation and prowess as a curse-breaker, Sterling has shown no signs of arrogance, and is rather modest about his abilities. He is habitually tardy, showing up when it suits him, using excuses that convince nobody, and later leaving for equally poor reasons. In truth, Sterling is rather a solitary, and matter-of-fact person. Sterling is still just as apathetic as he was during his youth, often speaking bluntly about sensitive topics and occasionally ignores his fellow acquaintances, whenever he passed by them. He is alone for most of his spare time, developing different ways to break curses. Once heโs in a job, heโs completely absorbed by it, and he cannot resist a good challenge. Heโs dangerously brilliant, analytical and observant. Heโs still very independent and doesnโt really care or rely on othersโ help, even when he may desperately need them, and he can be very stubborn about it.
Born and raised in France, he attended Beauxbatons, as did the rest of his family. He was able to graduate a year early from his peers due to his brilliance, and he was nicknamed as the Prodigy. His mother died of an illness when Sterling was 12, and it took quite a toll on Sterling, and it didnโt help that his father left them when Sterling turned 14. Sterling was left to raise his brother on his own, with the help of their childhood friend Anaรฏs and her grandmother Hรฉloise, and he considers them to be family although theyโre not related. The brothers are very close, as theyโd bonded after the loss of their parents, and whenever the two were together, Sterling often acted like the younger, more aloof brother whereas Stefan was very proper and strict. Needless to say, the two brothers do not have a good relationship with their father. Their father is somewhere out there, but they do not know where he is, nor do they care. Sterling worked for the French equivalent of the Ministry as a foreign ambassador of sorts before getting hired by Gringotts as a curse-breaker. Heโd always wanted to travel to England and see how different their wizarding worlds were, and thought it was a good opportunity. The subsidized rent was also a bonus.
His wand is 13", pine wood and dragon heartstring core. He is multilingual and speaks French, English, Spanish, German and Italian. His preferred drink is hot cocoa over any other beverage (including water) and he loves to fly on his broom and loves the ocean. He's very skilled at both offensive and defensive magic, but his defense is stronger than his offense.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 3, 2018 15:52:59 GMT -5
THE FORSAKEN Marcus Calhoun A bitten werewolf, the Forsaken, of all people, should have been swept up in the wave of protest for equality. Maybe it's because years of persecution have left the Forsaken disenchanted and nihilistic, they could care less for the efforts, believing they will fail and only draw more negative attention to werewolves whenever the next incident happens. Always mild-mannered and kind, the Forsaken has dealt with much more in their lifetime than the average person, and because of this always seems tired. Their one joy in life appears to be their spouse, the Lover, who they first met and fell in love with while they were at Hogwarts together.
Though the Foresaken does not seek out friendships, being rather introverted and constantly exhausted, people are peculiarly drawn to them. The Forsaken has become "almost-friends" with the Scholar, who is constantly coming in the Curiosity Shop in search of either items or work. A regular at Rosa Lee's Tea, they have also become casual friends with one of the servers, the Slipshod, and two of the barista's from the coffee shop next door (the Pupil and the Advocate) who are always popping into Rosa Lee's.
AGE: 26 (January 4, 1992)
PROFESSION: Store hand at Ye Olde Curiosity Shop
RESIDENCE: A flat in Greenwich
BLOOD: Pureblood
HOUSE: Hufflepuff (Hogwarts)
Married to: The Lover
Acquaintances: The Slipshod, the Pupil, the Scholar, the Advocate
Enemies: The Demagogue (one-sided)
If being a werewolf wasnโt intimidating in and of itself, Marcusโ normal appearance certainly would be. At an impressive height of 6โ4โ, with broad shoulders and a sturdy, bulky frame to boot, he looks like he could happily snap a person in half. It doesnโt help that his usual expression consists of a furrowed brow (angry or worried, no one can ever really tell) and a frown. Faint, dark circles rest under his almond-shaped eyes, which are colored hazel by the way, a telltale sign of his perpetual exhaustion as well as his inner turmoil. His skin is fair in tone albeit rougher than most, and his hands are noticeably callused. He has a strong, sturdy jaw thatโs covered in sparse facial hair โ though he never lets it become more than stubble, really. Dark chocolate brown locks sweep to the right and have a tendency to tumble into his eyes despite his efforts to keep his hair short (but not too short). One could say Marcus has the air of a bear or even aโฆraincloud. But to say either are entirely true wouldnโt really be correct. He is brooding and can definitely look scary, but heโs a gentler soul than one would initially guess.
To say Marcus had a tough childhood would be a bit of an understatement. Bitten at the tender young age of ten years old, Marcus can barely remember a time when he wasnโt a werewolf. His stark difference from his peers, and his fears of being shunned and rejected as a result, shaped his personality in irreversible ways. Heโs certainly a loner and an introvert, finding the most comfort in being by himself and surrounded by silence, as he had been for years (much of it self-imposed). Whatโs not so apparent is that heโs painfully shy beneath the prickly-looking exterior. Heโs prone to blushing and getting flustered, not to mention he just doesnโt know how to properly talk to people and convey his emotions, though he secretly wishes to become closer to others. To him, itโs much easier to say as little as you can get away with. He wonโt ignore others and heโll certainly talk, but attempting to have a conversation with him will proveโฆdifficult with his curt words. Heโs polite, however, and never intentionally mean. Marcus is a gentle giant, with an outwardly intimidating aura but a soft, squishy heart underneath. He gets attached very easily to others (he craves interaction as much as he feels it would be better to stay away - a real sufferer of the hedgehog's dilemma) and rarely passes judgment when he certainly knows how that would feel. The golden rule is one he tries to follow to the letter. Heโs a patient person, as well as passive (not to the point of being a doormat) and quiet. In his younger years his fears about his condition coming to light led to defensive, borderline rude, treatment of others but he has since mellowed out considerably into a mature adult and it would not be false to say much of his maturity did not come about being with his wife for so long. However, he has never not struggled with his lycanthropy and it haunts his every waking moment. Living such a life has led to an overall negative outlook on the world and a considerable lack of self-worth.
Marcus was born the only child to Thomas Calhoun and Elizabeth Calhoun (nรฉe Morgan). Despite being bitten as a child, there has never been a lack of love and support within his household, with his parents doing all they could to insure he could attend school and succeed in life despite living on what could be considered almost poverty. They are, perhaps, the only people other than Skylar that he has ever fully opened himself up to. His grandmother on his mother's side and the rest of that family originates from Wales, but he has only ever been there once and before he was turned at that so he knows very little about it.
THE PUPIL Jason Travieso Graduating as Head Boy/Girl and a Quidditch captain, the Pupil was a shoe in for the Auror training academy at the ministry. The Pupil managed all these accomplishments due to amazing tenacity; once something peaks their interest they follow it through until the end. At Hogwarts, the Pupil was a popular, lively member of the student body known for being loud - but thoughtful, with an inflated ego - but still managing to be kind. They cannot stand to watch anyone be treated unfairly, and feel the need to step in wherever they see injustice.
Surviving outside of Hogwarts has been a little bit harder. Constantly stressed from juggling Auror classes and work, the Pupil has had a lot less time to be able to spend with their Best Friend For Life, the Slipshod, which has been a bit of a downer for the Pupil. Always friendly, however, the Pupil has naturally made friends while on the job. They're close with their co-worker, the Advocate, with whom they share a playfully sarcastic friendship. They've also become friends with their roommate, the Mercenary, though their personalities are near complete opposites. He's even become friends with two patrons - the Scholar, who comes in almost every single morning - and the Emissary, a regular who he introduced to the Slipshod.
AGE: Young Adult
PROFESSION: Barista
RESIDENCE: The Peony, 34A
BLOOD: Muggleborn
SCHOOL HOUSE: Gryffindor
Best Friend: The Slipshod
Friends: The Advocate, the Mercenary, the Scholar, the Emissary
Acquaintances: The Forsaken, the Aristocrat, the Paladin
Jason has always been rather lanky and on the small side until he hit a late growth spurt before his final year of Hogwarts. He has a nice look for nineteen, his dark hair has odd curls and waves to them despite the thickness to the tresses and his brows (which furrowed, often). His skin is tanned olive and true to his ancestry on his mother's sideโbeing from Spainโwith calloused hands from working all day and night. His features are sensitiveโfrom his father's British sideโwith a smooth angular face, dimpled cheeks, and a small chin. His eyes are light and dark, the brown irises reflecting the golden light like liquid caramel and when he spoke did he have the cool, calculating gaze (even for a second) before turning ever so slightly away. He holds his head to a side with a slight tilt in open curiosity for the world and people around him.
Jason is a traditional sort of person: he had a obligation to uphold as a natural Gryffindor (he always clarifies that with pride to his best friend) of being reckless and courageous. Normally it would be uncharacteristic for Jason to traverse in the night whilst breaking rules, but when it came with expressing pride in his house, nothing seemed out of place for Jason Travieso. However, he was a bright studentโO's came naturally in several subjects and the ones that didn't his charm allowed for him to worm his way into Ravenclaw study sessions. Anyways, Jason takes the task of becoming an Auror seriously (having wisened up some since his Hogwarts days), he attends his classes and training sessions. He's learned to be skeptical and has always been sharp-witted; beneath his independent and tough exterior, he possess a strong loyalty to his friends and duty, and has an admirable compassion and devotion. His battle style is offensive, he is quick to initiate attacking magically and similarly impulsive in fighting and personality. He sometimes lacks perception and is a thick-head almost to a fault. He has little structure and is most definitely "go with the flow" in many situations.
THE SLIPSHOD Catriona Quinn O'Leary
The Slipshod doesn't "do" planning - their entire life they have just kind of played things by day, and ya know what, life has treated them pretty well. Graduating from Hogwarts with decent but not the best grades, the Slipshod isn't sure what they want to do yet - which is probably something they should have figured out by now. Yet, it just doesn't jive with their free-spirited and chaotic personality; the bull in a china shop knocking things over because it's just really friendly.
While not as popular as their Best Friend 4ever, the Pupil, the Slipshod has no trouble making friends because they tend to force themselves on people (either purposely or inadvertently). They've become good friends with the Advocate and the Mercenary, and, though it doesn't make much sense from the outside, extremely close with the Emissary. Ironically, they have a deep-seated loathing for the Emissary's other good friend, the Aristocrat, who barely recognizes the Slipshod's existence.
AGE: 19 (April 24th, 1998)
PROFESSION: Works at Rosa Lee's Tea's
RESIDENCE: The Peony, 34A
BLOOD: Pureblood (Half-Veela)
HOUSE: Hufflepuff (Hogwarts)
Best Friend(s): The Pupil, the Emissary
Friends: The Advocate, the Mercenary
Acquaintances: The Forsaken, the Lover
Enemies: The Aristocrat (one-sided)
Catriona's free-spirited, go-with-the-flow personality is captured by the way she presents herself. Never being one to follow the status quo, after many hair color trials, she decided on a subtle rainbow. Aside from the multi-colored hair, she has a reasonably muted look, with very fair skin, deep brown eyes, and soft, smooth features. Were anyone to capture the look of a Hufflepuff, it would be Cat. As strange as it is, she looks like a grandmother; her demeanor is warm and friendly, and her clothing is neutral and traditional - almost vintage. She is a full-figured woman standing at approximately 5'3", which only gives in to her pure-cinnamon-roll appearance.
Though her nickname is Cat, she is the personification of an excited dog. If she had a tail to wag, she would do so perpetually because she is the kind of person to get excited when speaking with anyone; friend, stranger or otherwise. She has a tendency to overwhelm people as she cannot just speak to someone and be "acquaintances" - Cat is a very all or nothing person. This translates to her habits; she has no idea what she wants to do with her life, so she's settled on everything. Whenever she finds something new to do, a new interest, she hyperfixates on it and acts like its the most important thing in her world for no more than two weeks, where she drops it and never touches it again. Her room in the apartment is cluttered with unfinished projects and hobbies, acting as a graveyard of shame. Never one to say no to anything, Cat has a "see where life takes you" outlook which tends to get her mixed up in adventures she probably would rather have not gone on. She's a really calm and sweet person, so finding someone that doesn't like her is very rare. Because of her puppy-like personality, it's impossible for people to be mean to her. If someone doesn't like her, in the case of the Aristocrat, they tend to pretend she doesn't exist. Even then, she still tries striking up a conversation, but to no avail.
Her family, consisting of her parents and older brother, are from Dublin, Ireland, and still currently live there, but after graduating Hogwarts, Cat decided to make home in Diagon Alley. There, her search for what to do with her life began, feeling as though the opportunities she has there are endless.
THE EMISSARY Keva Fayre Gresham Appearances can be deceiving, and there are few better examples of this than the Emissary. A well-kept pureblood from across the seas, often seen in the company of the Aristocrat, one would assume the Emissary is equally as pompous. This is the complete antithesis to their personality, for the Emissary is one of the chillest people one could meet. A virtual liaison between the worlds of the upper-class and the middle-class in Diagon Alley, the Emissary is relaxed, understanding, and a uniquely good listener. This is not to say that they are a push-over, though - no. The Emissary also happens to be extremely impulsive, and may have punched someone in the face from time to time.
The Emissary moved to England with their family when they graduated from Ilvermorny. They soon became best friends with the Aristocrat. More recently they met the Slipshod, and have become incredibly good friends with them - acting as their grounding agent. They know the Lover by face and name, as they deliver good to the Daily Prophet where the Emissary interns. The Advocate and the Emissary do not get along either - likely because the Advocate seems to dislike the Emissary on point of them being a Pureblood.
AGE: Young Adult
PROFESSION: Intern for the Daily Prophet
RESIDENCE: The family house in Chelsea
BLOOD: Pureblood
HOUSE: Wampus (Ilvemorny)
Best Friend: The Aristocrat, the Slipshod
Friends: The Pupil
Acquaintances: The Lover
Enemies: the Advocate
Standing approximately a little above 5'4" with an athletic build, Keva is perhaps not the most physically delicate woman around. Her long, wiry legs carry her far, and she's able to pack a punch with her small hands, though they're the one part of her appearance that appears to be exceptionally fragile. It contrasts her intelligent brown eyes, which reflect very little emotion when she steels herself, giving away the fact that she is, indeed, a private person at heart. Dark half-moons usually sit beneath them almost on a normal basis, even after a long period of rest. (It's a curse at this point.) Small, light freckles are sprinkled over her button-shaped nose, and a pale, white scar lines the corner of her left eye from a small accident back when she was just a young girl. wip
She's an undesirable amalgamation of bewitchery and malice, armed with a charming gaze and guided by a caustic tongue. She's a girl who chases pandemonium, deprived from the neon lights of chaos and constantly living off the feeling of being inexorably wicked. That's what some individuals will conjure upon hearing Keva Fayre Gresham's name, anyway, given her status and blood. And while it is true that the girl is different from what they may say, it would be best for the misconstrued image to remain as just that - a simple misunderstanding. Give her a good enough reason and she'll take a swing with certainty and drive, resulting the fleeting mirage to inevitably become hard-set reality. To put it simply: don't give Keva a reason to wholly lose her temper and utter a colorful thread of words acquired from the depths of her creativity.
As idiosyncratic as she may be, Keva is the solution to wild fire. She's flexible, customarily listening to what people have to say until the very end and very seldom turning them away in favor of something else. As a result of her mostly calm and laid-back temperament, the eldest Gresham daughter is quite 'chill' to be around, rarely fazed during stressful situations. Additionally, she exhorts a feeling of weariness especially when she's sitting on her lonesome with a beverage in her hand, engrossed by her own relaxed, philosophical thoughts. This may have influenced her open tendency to avoid creating enemies, 'cause really, as she'd say: who the hell has leftover energy for that. She isn't one to initiate a conversation if she decides there's no need for one, but she isn't against befriending others especially if you're a sweetheart, for whom she expresses a soft spot for. She offers company and emotional support in her own unique way that may at times not be the most apparent, given that she isn't the most fizzy witch around. All in all, an aura of independence often trails behind Keva, and though she won't take anyone's bs for granted, her courage and devotion are irrefutably strong for the people she's befriended. In fact, she'll go to great lengths to protect those associated with her in any way, even if they may not be the most compatible person with her.
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 3, 2018 15:53:50 GMT -5
THE LOVER Skylar Kinsey Brennan-Calhoun The Lover could be described as naive, shy, and unassertive - all of which are true, but none of which are what strike you when you first meet them. Even in appearance, the Lover is sweet - one of the most selfless people one could meet - with a kind and tactful demeanor. While they are reserved, they flourish in social settings, and are the type of person who lights up a room. Unfortunately, the Lovers "loving", for lack of a better word, disposition makes them easy to take advantage of: they are too trusting, too empathetic, and too easily let down.
This kind personality has earned the Lover many positive acquaintances, though. Their closest friend would be the Advocate, who the Lover helped to get a job. They also know the Mercenary and Emissary, delivering goods to their places of work. They often frequent Rosa Lee's Tea (a favorite of their spouse) and in that way know the Slipshod. Regardless of all the people the Lover surrounds themselves with, they will always return to their spouse, the Forsaken, who is the center and love of their life. While a peaceful and soft person, the Lover would fight a man for the Forsaken any day of the week - they are loyal to a fault.
AGE: Adult
PROFESSION: Works for a Brunch Catering company
RESIDENCE: A flat in Greenwich
BLOOD: Muggleborn
HOUSE: Slytherin (Hogwarts)
Spouse: The Forsaken
Friend: The Advocate
Acquaintances: The Mercenary, the Slipshod, the Emissary
Enemies: The Demagogue (one-sided)
Skylar is a rather small and delicate looking woman. She barely reaches a height of five foot four, and has a thin, slender build that has a tendency to make her look almost fragile, as if she were made from glass and the slightest wrong move would break her into billions of tiny pieces. It doesn't help that her freckles make her look somewhere around ten years younger than she actually is. Her skin is smooth and pale, mostly free of scars, while in the bright light her hair is the color of the most brilliant flame (otherwise, it looks like a dull reddish brown that she hates nearly as much as her freckles). She considers her eyes to be her best feature, a brilliant blue-green that is the only physical trait that comes from her father's side of the family. While she may appear fragile, she is far from it; she's more athletic than she looks, and in her Hogwarts days she played Quidditch almost as good as the pros, though she decided not to make a career of it (she was the team's seeker).
There would be more than one person to claim that Skylar should have been sorted into Hufflepuff rather than Slytherin, and those wouldn't be entirely far off the mark. Quiet, shy, and sweet, she is the stereotype of a Hufflepuff, at least outwardly. She isn't much of a talker and yet people tend to gravitate toward her, drawn in by her bright smiles and contagious laughter. She genuinely cares about people, and isn't the type to back down when someone needs help or seems to be in trouble, regardless of whether she knows them well or not. She is the opposite of confrontational, more the type to chat it up with a hated enemy than to say "I hate you" to someone's face (though it's not beneath her to be passive aggressive behind their back). However, it is her stubbornness, loyalty and fierce dedication to her loved ones that got her sorted into the house of the snake. She's fine with being called a mudblood (and as a muggleborn Slytherin, that happens often) and may be blind to those who try to take advantage of her kindness, but as soon as someone tries to turn those insults against someone she cares about she will stand her ground and match the bully insult for insult; she may even resort to punching a man in the face (and she has actually done so in the past).
Skylar grew up in what could be described as a stereotypically middle class Muggle neighborhood; neither poor nor excessively rich, the family made enough money to pay the bills and to have fun every few months or so-- such as a visit to the movies or a trip to the zoo-- but not much more. The second of three children in the family, she was never spoiled but still grew up knowing she was loved and appreciating what she had. Her parents started to realize that she wasn't exactly a normal child when she was five, shortly after her brother was born, and her father discovered the leaves on a single backyard tree changing colors despite it being the middle of May. The arrival of her Hogwarts letter confirmed that she was, in fact, different, and while her mother, father, and older sister are thoroughly freaked out by her abilities, they still continue to support her (while her younger brother chose to never speak with her). Marcus was her first and best friend at Hogwarts, and it's because of him that she excelled; by helping him out with classes around full moons she got better at magic herself, and it was her determination to learn how to make wolfsbane potion for him long before it was taught in class that got her an O in potions. Not once since they met has she ever doubted how much she cares about him.
THE ADVOCATE Eden Augustine Sytko The Advocate is not easily satisfied. Ambitious, steadfast, and strong-willed, the Advocate is constantly pursuit of something better. As a Squib, the Advocate has not had a particularly easy life, being that many in the wizarding community see them as "defective". The Advocate has persevered, however, though not always smiling through it. The Advocate holds grudges, and is bitter about how they have been treated by magic users. The Advocate's weapon is sharp glances and words, matching a biting sharp wit with a playful demeanor. Even though the Advocate accepts the fact that they cannot use magic, they don't brag about it, and only those who have to know that they are a Squib.
The Advocate does not often speak about why they fled from America, but they are still adjusting to the knew country. They managed to make good friends with the Lover, who is one of the few people who know they are a squib. They are also friends with their neighbors, the Pupil and the Slipshod, though is closer to the Pupil since the two work together. The Advocate does not like unappreciated privileged people, and thus dislikes the Aristocrat, Emissary, and Demagogue on point.
AGE: Young Adult
PROFESSION: Barista
RESIDENCE: The Peony, 35A
BLOOD: Pureblood
HOUSE: n/a
Friends: The Lover, the Pupil, the Slipshod
Acquaintances: The Forsaken, the Mercenary
Enemies: The Aristocrat, the Emissary, the Demagogue (one-sided)
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION [claimed]
THE SCHOLAR Maura Anne Leavitt The Scholar is neurotic, disorganized, and kind of a mess - they met their neighbor, the Paladin, because they set managed to set a pan on fire trying to make Mac and Cheese. Fitting the trope of "the mad genius" fairly well, the Scholar is a little bit over-involved in their work. They're really smart and very focused, and because of this often is lost in their head, which makes them spacey and the type who would probably trip over their own two feet. Their goal is to get their works published so that they'll be in shoe-in for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts when the seat becomes vacant (which happens disconcertingly often).
The Scholar has a very strong personality, and is a very passionate person. Some call them charming, others all them obnoxious. This chatty, vibrant personality put them in good standing with the Rouge, who they seem to keep running into in really unlikely places. They have a tendency to develop a rapport with shop-clerks, the type to start up a random conversation with anyone, which is how they met the Forsaken (researching dark arts objects) and the Pupil (needing to stay awake to research said objects). They were at school at the same time as the Demagogue, and in this way know the infamous political figure.
AGE: 24 (September 8th, 1991)
PROFESSION: Researcher
RESIDENCE: The Kneazle, 25C
BLOOD: Half-blood
HOUSE: Ravenclaw (Hogwarts)
Friends: The Paladin, the Rouge
Acquaintances: The Demagogue, the Forsaken, the Pupil
Family: Adella Leavitt {mother}
, Daniel Leavitt {father}, Samuel {22}
, Avรณ Camila (grandmother)
The most noticeable feature Maura has is her hair; it's this voluminous, out-of-control curly mane. That coupled with her out there personality creates a presence that cannot remain unnoticed for long; the two traits are the perfect tag team. Her hair has the tendency to seem to engulf the poor woman, as she only stands at around 5'0". Her mother is the one to thank for her hair as well as her smooth tanned skin and dark eyes, however her very British father gave her her small build and cheek dimples. Maura has large, deep, brown eyes (her mother would jokingly compare them to that of a deers, granting her the nickname Cervo) paired with a warm, infectious smile. Both of which alone speak volumes about the girls personality.
If the general idea of clutter were a person, Maura would be it. Even beyond the physicalities of her apartment having notes and dark objects strewn around it haphazardly, her mind itself is cluttered. She often jokes that her mind functions 100 times faster than her mouth does, causing her to speak quickly and ramble while trying to figure out what it is she is trying to say. Due to this, Maura has to be able to see things to be able to understand them completely. She is the embodiment of the cliche often seen in crime shows, of the detectives pinning images and thoughts onto a cork board with red twine connecting each thought. Do not take this as a lack of rationality or even disfunctionality, however, as Maura's very being goes into every item and idea she is researching. Her cluttered mind is only such without a task, but when given one, Maura hyperfixates on it to the point of neurosis. She is physically unable to take a break long enough to get a full nights sleep, eat a full meal, leave her apartment, etc. until she sees it to the end. Then, once finished, each final conclusion has its own notebook that is filled front-to-back with diagrams, drawings, and notes; the only form of organization in her life. Since graduating Hogwarts, Maura has been determined to land a job as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the only way she can get there is through proving herself as a valuable researcher.
When Maura was 14, her mother passed away suddenly due to an unnoticed pulmonary embolism. From losing the love of his life, her father then projected his grief and put blame on her and her brother. Ultimately, they both left home to live with their grandmother, with whom Maura has a strong bond. Since then, she has forgiven her father and the two have been working on their relationship.
THE ROGUE Firstname Lastname The Rogue is an enigma, for that is how things have to be. Living on the streets is not an easy life; finding yourself as the ringleader of a crime ring (specifically, one that handles stolen dark objects) does not make things more simple. Luckily for the Rogue, buyers in Knockturn alley don't ask where their stock comes from as long as it arrives on time. Just like the objects they provide, the Rogue is mysterious. It is safer in the shadows. Perhaps one of the things that makes the Rogue the most successful of their peers is that they are a metamorphagous - they can pick a pretty pocket and disappear into a crowd at will, not the same person who approached them earlier.
Since they're a wanted criminal, both for being a common pick pocket and running an illegal dark magic supply ring, the Rogue is constantly being hunted by the Ministry. With the placement of the Paladin in Diagon Alley, their livelihood is at risk more than ever. The universe is funny though. Recently it seems the Rouge has been running into the Scholar everywhere they turn; each store they sell at the Scholar is trying to find a job, pick a pocket and the Scholar is walking out of a store with a coffee and a list of questions. They've become almost friendly with each other - too close for the Rouges usual, and yet they have come to enjoy running into the Scholar. Ironically, the Scholar is neighbor to the very person hired to throw the Rouge in Askaban.
AGE: Young Adult/Adult
PROFESSION: Pick-pocket, Self-appointed leader of an organized crime ring
RESIDENCE: Maybe a gutter, maybe an apartment in Knockturn Alley, who knows?
BLOOD: Half-blood or Pureblood
SCHOOL HOUSE: ???
Friends: The Scholar
Enemies: The Demagogue, the Paladin, everyone
Extra: The Rouge is a metamorphagous
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 3, 2018 15:54:37 GMT -5
HELD POSITIONS
THE JESTER Firstname Lastname A bitten werewolf, the Forsaken, of all people, should have been swept up in the wave of protest for equality. Maybe it's because years of persecution have left the Forsaken disenchanted and nihilistic, they could care less for the efforts, believing they will fail and only draw more negative attention to werewolves whenever the next incident happens. Always mild-mannered and kind, the Forsaken has dealt with much more in their lifetime than the average person, and because of this always seems tired. Their one joy in life appears to be their spouse, the Lover, who they first met and fell in love with while they were at Hogwarts together.
Though the Foresaken does not seek out friendships, being rather introverted and constantly exhausted, people are peculiarly drawn to them. The Forsaken has become "almost-friends" with the Scholar, who is constantly coming in the Curiosity Shop in search of either items or work. A regular at Rosa Lee's Tea, they have also become casual friends with one of the servers, the Slipshod, and two of the barista's from the coffee shop next door (the Pupil and the Advocate) who are always popping into Rosa Lee's.
AGE: Adult
PROFESSION: Store hand at Ye Olde Curiosity Shop
RESIDENCE: A flat in Greenwich
BLOOD: Pureblood
HOUSE: Hufflepuff (Hogwarts)
Married to: The Lover
Acquaintances: The Slipshod, the Pupil, the Scholar, the Advocate
Enemies: The Demagogue (one-sided)
THE CHEVALIER Firstname Lastname A bitten werewolf, the Forsaken, of all people, should have been swept up in the wave of protest for equality. Maybe it's because years of persecution have left the Forsaken disenchanted and nihilistic, they could care less for the efforts, believing they will fail and only draw more negative attention to werewolves whenever the next incident happens. Always mild-mannered and kind, the Forsaken has dealt with much more in their lifetime than the average person, and because of this always seems tired. Their one joy in life appears to be their spouse, the Lover, who they first met and fell in love with while they were at Hogwarts together.
Though the Foresaken does not seek out friendships, being rather introverted and constantly exhausted, people are peculiarly drawn to them. The Forsaken has become "almost-friends" with the Scholar, who is constantly coming in the Curiosity Shop in search of either items or work. A regular at Rosa Lee's Tea, they have also become casual friends with one of the servers, the Slipshod, and two of the barista's from the coffee shop next door (the Pupil and the Advocate) who are always popping into Rosa Lee's.
AGE: Adult
PROFESSION: Store hand at Ye Olde Curiosity Shop
RESIDENCE: A flat in Greenwich
BLOOD: Pureblood
HOUSE: Hufflepuff (Hogwarts)
Married to: The Lover
Acquaintances: The Slipshod, the Pupil, the Scholar, the Advocate
Enemies: The Demagogue (one-sided)
THE HOUND Firstname Lastname A bitten werewolf, the Forsaken, of all people, should have been swept up in the wave of protest for equality. Maybe it's because years of persecution have left the Forsaken disenchanted and nihilistic, they could care less for the efforts, believing they will fail and only draw more negative attention to werewolves whenever the next incident happens. Always mild-mannered and kind, the Forsaken has dealt with much more in their lifetime than the average person, and because of this always seems tired. Their one joy in life appears to be their spouse, the Lover, who they first met and fell in love with while they were at Hogwarts together.
Though the Foresaken does not seek out friendships, being rather introverted and constantly exhausted, people are peculiarly drawn to them. The Forsaken has become "almost-friends" with the Scholar, who is constantly coming in the Curiosity Shop in search of either items or work. A regular at Rosa Lee's Tea, they have also become casual friends with one of the servers, the Slipshod, and two of the barista's from the coffee shop next door (the Pupil and the Advocate) who are always popping into Rosa Lee's.
AGE: Adult
PROFESSION: Store hand at Ye Olde Curiosity Shop
RESIDENCE: A flat in Greenwich
BLOOD: Pureblood
HOUSE: Hufflepuff (Hogwarts)
Married to: The Lover
Acquaintances: The Slipshod, the Pupil, the Scholar, the Advocate
Enemies: The Demagogue (one-sided)
THE FIREBRAND Firstname Middle Lastname A bitten werewolf, the Forsaken, of all people, should have been swept up in the wave of protest for equality. Maybe it's because years of persecution have left the Forsaken disenchanted and nihilistic, they could care less for the efforts, believing they will fail and only draw more negative attention to werewolves whenever the next incident happens. Always mild-mannered and kind, the Forsaken has dealt with much more in their lifetime than the average person, and because of this always seems tired. Their one joy in life appears to be their spouse, the Lover, who they first met and fell in love with while they were at Hogwarts together.
Though the Foresaken does not seek out friendships, being rather introverted and constantly exhausted, people are peculiarly drawn to them. The Forsaken has become "almost-friends" with the Scholar, who is constantly coming in the Curiosity Shop in search of either items or work. A regular at Rosa Lee's Tea, they have also become casual friends with one of the servers, the Slipshod, and two of the barista's from the coffee shop next door (the Pupil and the Advocate) who are always popping into Rosa Lee's.
AGE: Adult
PROFESSION: Store hand at Ye Olde Curiosity Shop
RESIDENCE: A flat in Greenwich
BLOOD: Pureblood
HOUSE: Hufflepuff (Hogwarts)
Married to: The Lover
Acquaintances: The Slipshod, the Pupil, the Scholar, the Advocate
Enemies: The Demagogue (one-sided)
THE SLEEPER Firstname Lastname A bitten werewolf, the Forsaken, of all people, should have been swept up in the wave of protest for equality. Maybe it's because years of persecution have left the Forsaken disenchanted and nihilistic, they could care less for the efforts, believing they will fail and only draw more negative attention to werewolves whenever the next incident happens. Always mild-mannered and kind, the Forsaken has dealt with much more in their lifetime than the average person, and because of this always seems tired. Their one joy in life appears to be their spouse, the Lover, who they first met and fell in love with while they were at Hogwarts together.
Though the Foresaken does not seek out friendships, being rather introverted and constantly exhausted, people are peculiarly drawn to them. The Forsaken has become "almost-friends" with the Scholar, who is constantly coming in the Curiosity Shop in search of either items or work. A regular at Rosa Lee's Tea, they have also become casual friends with one of the servers, the Slipshod, and two of the barista's from the coffee shop next door (the Pupil and the Advocate) who are always popping into Rosa Lee's.
AGE: Adult
PROFESSION: Store hand at Ye Olde Curiosity Shop
RESIDENCE: A flat in Greenwich
BLOOD: Pureblood
HOUSE: Hufflepuff (Hogwarts)
Married to: The Lover
Acquaintances: The Slipshod, the Pupil, the Scholar, the Advocate
Enemies: The Demagogue (one-sided)
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 4, 2018 23:00:58 GMT -5
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Jan 8, 2018 1:07:37 GMT -5
GRAYย MARKELL --ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย
ย I wrote this in a rush, many apologies
The Daily Prophet was a joke of a newspaper; Gray Markell had always known that. Still, as he reread the headline, โRecent Interview with Young Ministry Chair Sparks Public Outrage After Inconsistant Position on Blood Controversyโ, printed in bold and on the front page of todayโs paper, he had to admit his disappointment with the papers blatant disrespect for him. If they were going to drag his name through the dirt, at least have the decency to choose a nice picture to compliment the article.ย
He looked hideous here. The picture was out of a Chair meeting from about a month back: his eyes sunken from yet another sleepless night, cheeks sallow, the bones in his wrists and shoulders concerning prominent, naturally wavy black hair looking like a tide-change from the way it was sticking up in the back. It was a bad time for Gray; about the time he started working on what amounted to being a 2,000 piece puzzle (and one, he believed, he was nowhere near the completion of). Now Gray wasnโt arrogant, he would never go as far as to call himself an attractive man โ what, with a complexion that would make an Irish anemic look tan and a nose more befitting of an eagle than any man โ but goodness. If it were not himself in the picture and he was told the image had been taken during much different circumstances many years back frankly he would believe them.ย
This is why it was a bit of a scooter to the ankle that the paper was being sold right across the street from him on one of the busiest shopping days of the year.ย
Winter in Diagon Alley was always hectic. As crowds of people flocked to the snow covered alley ways, hoping to take advantage of New Yearโs sales, too did all the scum who usually lay dormant in the gutter. Just as the winter wonderland provided camouflage for the predatory white fox, so it did for petty thieves, black market traders, and all sorts of licentious individuals. Typically Gray Markell did his best to avoid Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley, in turn, did not particularly enjoy his company โ which is to say that its citizens were not likely to be a part of Grayโs supporter base. If Gray had a dollar for every dirty glance thrown his way โ well, you know how the saying goes โ he would be richer than he already is. (And as the sole heir to his fatherโs scandal-ridden but impressively successful law firm, one sibling disowning the family and the other being disowned, is already pretty damn loaded). Suffice to say when traversing the crowded, summer at Disneyland-esque streets he wore all black (boots, jeans, trench coat, beanie) and walked with his gaze pointed down. (An odd move for Gray, who has the tendency to stare people down with the almost-threatening gaze of a pygmy rhinoceros (too small to really hurt you, but damn would it suck if he stepped on your toes, or your tax reform.)ย
There was a reason for Grayโs business here, though - more than just a masochistic desire to be surrounded by those who hate him. He had extended invitation to a man whom he believed could help him on the aforementioned massive puzzle. Specifically, a man who possessed a very particular set of skills that Gray was in urgent need of โ so urgent, really, that he was venturing into Diagon Alley alone, badge tucked deep into the recesses of his coat. This was not official ministry business.
In fact, it was business that would invariably have him ousted from office were it that someone found him out.
Gray did not think twice about taking the risk.ย
He had arranged to meet the man, Sterling, at Pondhoppers coffee shop during the manโs break. He worked at Gringottโs, which is how Gray first discovered him. The man, whom Gray had no met in person nor actually even seen a picture of, was renowned in the industry for being one of the best curse-workers in recent, if not all, memory. Sterling was also young, inexperienced, and from what Gray had deduced from mentions of him in every public record he scoured, a bit of an awkward recluse. All of which were things that Gray was hoping to use in his favor.ย
One will find that a desperate man will turn to most any method in order to save himself. Gray had a backup option if Sterling refused his deal. It was, however, not one he wanted to have to turn to.ย
So here he sat, fingers tapping together over a vanilla latte that he had barely touched (his anxiety was spiking enough already), waiting.ย
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Post by intentional on Jan 8, 2018 16:33:29 GMT -5
STERLING RENAUD London, England
He could still feel the heat of the bright Egyptian sun on his back as he stayed squatted in front of a large slab of rock that had yet to be opened. It was the very first entrance to one of Egyptโs many tombs in al-Kamin al-Sahraw and it was his job to break the curses and hexes that surrounded it. His face was covered with dirt and his dusty hands ran over the hieroglyphs to make out what the curse could be and what the tomb held inside. All other sounds were deaf to his ears, even the shouts of other wizards and curse-breakers around them. The curse-breaker before him had suffered a deep laceration across his torso, serious enough to be taken to the nearest hospital immediately. Sterling was determined to break the curse, and even slept right beside the entrance to the tomb for days before he cracked it.
His eyes opened to see the slight sliver of sunlight that poked through the curtains to the window above his bed-frame. His tired eyes looked to his left, where his clock read ten thirty. He let out a soft grunt as he sat up on his bed, and he looked down at his hand, where he had written something down as a reminder. It read โMeet Markell at Pondhoppers 10AMโ. He glanced back at the clock again, which now read ten thirty two.
Itโd only been a few weeks since heโd returned from his last excavation at al-Kamin al-Sahraw Egypt. Egypt was only two hours ahead of England, but the difference in time zones was enough to disrupt Sterlingโs sleeping schedule, especially since he didnโt sleep normally compared to other people. Most times, Sterling wished he were a cat so he could lounge about and sleep, but then he wouldnโt have the satisfaction of curse-breaking, and so he thought being human was a fair trade-off.
He managed to take a shower and dress himself to face the brutal London winters. England was definitely much colder than France, and he learned it the hard way, as heโd almost gotten frostbite on his toes. It was his third year living in London, but since he went to Egypt so often, he wasnโt used to the cold English winters.
He didnโt hear his two roommates, Jason and Cat, in the apartment, so he assumed they were out at their jobs for the day, as it was nearing eleven am. His lanky body bumped into everything and anything in the small apartment, and when he left, he could feel a bruise forming on his hip, as heโd bumped it on the counter. Luckily, Pondhoppers wasnโt too far of a walk from the Peony, and Sterling just remembered that Jason worked at the aforementioned coffee shop.
As Sterling got closer to Pondhoppers, he grabbed a Daily Prophet, since the headline grabbed his attention with its bold and big font. He didnโt know Markell too well, but he wasnโt an idiot to miss the controversy surrounding the man. Sterling was definitely interested as to why this young ministry chair would request to meet with a lowly curse-breaker like him, but Sterling couldnโt resist such a curious meeting proposal as this. He glanced down at the picture of the man he was supposed to meet, taking in the pale, gaunt-looking man before trying to see if he was waiting for him inside. He just hoped the man hadnโt left due to his habitual tardiness โ it was the one thing he was reprimanded for by the goblins every time he stepped into work. But he was too good at his job for them to fire him, so that didnโt help curb his habit at all.
He tucked the newspaper into his coat pocket as he entered the shop, remembering to duck down this time as he narrowly missed bumping his head on the doorframe. He looked around briefly before spotting the man, whose pale skin contrasted the dark clothes he wore. There was also an aura about him that made Markell stand out to Sterling. The curse-breaker made his way towards the corner of the shop where the man was seated, and slid into the opposite seat easily.
โSorry for the wait, Mr. Markell. Iโm Sterling Renaud, Gringottsโ resident curse-breaker.โ He introduced himself, extending a hand to the Englishman.
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