Middlemarch (a Harry Potter RP set during World War II)

[Lovejoy]

Middlemarch

A Tale of War and Magic

Link to the IC: http://roleplayerguild.com/f9/middle...-magic-114950/

NO LONGER ACCEPTING CHARACTERS.

Accepted Characters:

First/Last Name: Cecil Ludwig Damocles

Age/Birthdate: 15, December 6th 1926

Birthplace: Oregon, although his "family" moved multiple times across the country in a caravan.

Height/Weight: 5'5'' Slim/Slightly athletic

Appearance:

Short and scrawny most of his life, Cecil is used to the random passerby asking him whether he's sick or not. Pale, sallow skinned and almost constantly appearing to be fresh out of bed, he exudes an air of wildness with just a glance. This alone would be enough to unsettle some peers, not to mention the fact that for about three days every month, the young wizard tends to smell like wet dog after freshly showering. In all honesty, when well rested, relaxed and with a bit of sun, he doesn't look half bad- it's just the fact that it's rare for him to look that way.

As far as his style is concerned, his clothes are plain and government issued black robes that also included pieces of his former uniform altered to look slightly more fashionable. Among his accessories include a bottomless satchel, which he uses to store all of his potion ingredients, multiple cauldrons, beakers, vials, scales and any other tool imagineable for a mobile potions lab. Also, inspired by the muggle comic hero that emerged in 1939, Cecil designed an expandable utility belt where he's able to store at least a dozen varying potions and elixirs at one time.

Bio: Born to a nameless mother and father, it was unclear at what point the twins contracted the Lycanthropy virus from their mother, but it was obvious that their mother devoured most of their father when they were barely two years old.

Cecil and Celia were discovered by gypsies in late October, where the story goes that while sitting in their campground on a full moon night, they were approached by a unicorn that gently moved through the brambles. It waited silently for the travelers to take notice one by one before leading them through the walnut forest to a small cottage on the edge of a pristine black lake. Inside the secluded cottage was a horrible scene- the home had been torn apart with an unrecognizable male body laying on the ground. In the upstairs nursery, two wolf pups rolled around happily playing with one another in a well made crib.

A woman by the name of Gertrude took it upon herself to spare the lives of the cursed children who would be marked an outcast just as she and her comrades were. They traveled eight years with the group of depression-era travelers, who were basically gypsies that made money whatever ways they could. Among which, included; cleaning doxie infestations out of wizarding homes, participating in local festivals as entertainment and in some situations, completely tricking muggles out of their own money. It wasn't a malicious upbringing, but the children learned the rough aspects of life from an early age. Once a month, the pair were locked inside one of the caravans and enchanted with chains and reinforced with charms to keep the pre-teen wolves within.

During the day, the twins learned about potions every day and all of the aspects of scavenging for supplies like wizards of history had to do. Since he couldn't learn wand magic at the young age, Cecil developed an interest in potions and became extremely skilled in the areas of subtle magic. Together, the twins tested and tasted hundreds of potions that Cecil experimented with and learned from Gertrude, and developed to some degree, mild to almost complete resistances to multiple elixirs.

In order to cure he and his sister's disease, Cecil made several attempts at trying to discover a way to reverse the effects of Lycanthropy. With a personal knowledge of a werewolves tendency to eat Wolfsbane like a cat to catnip, early attempts at Wolfsbane potion ended up being toxic and caustic to the touch.

It was through this series of trial and error that the young wolf created the Transmogrification Revelum Draught by complete accident, which causes the subject to transform into any possible hidden forms. While testing this new potion, Cecil and Celia transformed into werewolves without a full moon and continued on to attack a small group of townsfolk.

They were tracked by bloodhounds and found outside a small coal mining village where cecilia attacked and killed a muggle man during their capture. Wizarding agents heard of Cecil's Transmogrification Draught but couldn't obtain it's recipe due to the twins' uncanny resistance to Veritaserum. The Wizarding government hoped to use it to find spies with unregistered shifting abilities.

An agreement was reached where Cecil was given money for the patent and an equal treatment citizenship agreement for his werewolf status in trade for the instructions to the tricky potion. Cecilia was locked away in the Ruebette Wizarding Sanitarium instead of being executed for the murder of the muggle man. .Tthe government paid for cecil to attend school in hopes that he might develop new potions or possibly work for the government after all of his schooling was complete.

He attended Westchester Academy of Magic in New York, but met a great deal of protest to his attendance within the first year, which prompted him to live off campus during the full moon cycle as an agreement to the ensure the safety of his fellow students.

Shortly before leaving Westchester Academy, Cecil published his findings and the complete guide to a small range of complex potions, he was given a tentative acceptance to Middlemarch under the condition of strictly good behavior even with the government recommendations.

(P.S. The Wolfsbane Potion formula is incomplete, although it is perfected by his son in the 1960's (according to HP canon and a little addition of Cecil))

Personality Traits: Inquisitive/curious: Cecil has the tendency to sniff around new places like a true dog and search out all the nooks and crannies. Smells out potion supplies and practices potions in the woods during his down time by himself, mostly. Once he recognizes the scents of friends and acquaintances, he has the ability to remember and track the same scents from that point on. His insatiable desire to explore leads to trouble quite often, but he tends to shrug it off without much trouble.

At times, he tries to be the pack leader: Somewhat of a lone wolf (pun intended), at times due to a high degree of racism against werewolves back in the time period. To many young wizards and witches, Cecil's condition and subsequent ability to demand respect despite his size allow him to be a team leader a great deal of the time.

Two left feet: Where his sister was always cool and collected, he tended to be a bit more kind hearted a good deal of the time, he's almost like a puppy when he feels comfortable enough in a situation. He might let his emotions get the better of himself, but anger only seems to overcome him once a month.

The most unique personality trait of Cecil's is his almost legilimancer abilities when it comes to reading people just off of his senses. The smell of fear, sound of a heart beat and sight of a contracting pupil give him insights into human body language that most don't seem to see. He can read all of these traits together and manage a level of manipulation that many don't seem to comprehend without being a major political leader.

Magical Ability: Extremely impressive with his skill as a master-level potion maker. Other than that, Cecil is a mild trainwreck in multiple areas. Creatures (magical or not) inherently distrust him on an animalistic level, which makes any studies in the field impossible.

In spite of all of this, Cecil is almost a virtuoso with a cauldron. His attuned senses let him to detect the subtle aspects of a potion's progress and the ingredients involved in it's creation. The texture of the liquid, scent of the ingredients; their freshness and potency- even the vibrancy of the potion's color all help him concoct the perfect of formulas.

In all other areas, he's just as skilled in spellcrafting as any other wizard his age, with his only real advantage being his wits under pressure. He relies heavily on Transfiguration under pressure, where long, complicated spellweaving requires far too much concentration when the nerves are pressed.

The young wizard's Patronus is a wolf pup, as he uses it more often than owls to send messages, since owls tend to nip him far too hard while he tries to deliver letters.

As far as his Lycanthropic abilities, werewolves are especially dangerous to wizards due to their resistance to magic and ability to withstand multiple spells by a group of wizards before being taken down. It is because of this, that Cecil is a dangerous threat to even the most skilled of magic wielders when it comes to the full moon.

Wand Core: Thirteen Inches, Walnut and Unicorn Tail Hair. A black, plain looking wand with multiple nicks and scratches from years of heavy.

((I really am looking for people to be a little racist toward Cecil to begin at least. I mean, honestly, prejudices were quite strong in the 1940's))

Name: Rose Willard


Age: 16


Height/Weight: 5' 9" (Tall for a girl her age.) and gangly.


Appearance: Rose is a tall girl, and a bit gangly as well. She seems like she has yet to understand how her limbs work, and she can often be seen flailing her arms around as she walks, and knocking things over in the process. Her hair is a medium length, curly and light brown. Her style is fairly terrible. She comes from a very impoverished family, and usually wears hand-me-downs from her mother (so they are always baggy on her), or clothing that she has sewn herself, out of old curtains and table clothes. The resulting look is always mismatched and ill fitting.



Place of Origin: Georgia (country side, a bit of a shanty town left over from the great depression).

Magical Abilities: Rose succeeds greatly in Herbology. In her second year of learning magic (age 15), Rose managed to create a Screechsnap and Mimbulus Mimbletonia hybrid, despite the fact that their pollination and blooming seasons are drastically different. She uses her stubbornness, and curiosity to accomplish things most adults wouldn't even both with. It is with these abilities that Middlemarch accepted her. Her current goal is to discover a completely new breed of plant, or to create an even more unusual hybrid. Mr. Fitzgerald (her parrot, named after her favorite author) helps however he can. This usually takes the form of gathering seeds (He tries not to eat too many before bringing them back to Rose), or locating the best growing environments from an aerial view.

Wand Core: Aspen Wood, 5" (It's barely a nub of a wand, hahaha), Ghoul Hair.

Bio: Rose is a muggle from Georgia. Her father is a coal miner, and her mother does the washing for their neighbors, to help pay for their amenities. They have never had very much money, and Rose has grown up used to eating whatever she is given, and not complaining on the days she has to go to bed hungry. Despite their hardships, Rose and her parents get along very well. Her father is kind, with a warm smile and a love for music. Her mother is more stern, less silly nonsense, but she will be the first to take care of you when you're sick, or feeling upset. You can imagine their surprise when Rose was invited to a magic academy at the age of 14. The fact that she would receive a full scholarship eased their fears, and they quickly agreed that should would go off to school (This was an unremarkable wizarding primary school). Two years later, and after plenty of improvements in her education (not common sense, unfortunately), she was ready for Middlemarch. She packed her meager belongings, and brought along the familiar she had acquired along the way (a quaker parrot named Mr. Fitzgerald.).


Personality Traits: Being so poor, Rose has had to grow up very quickly. She's mature for her age, and is quick to take responsibility for her actions. This attitude has not helped her make friends as a child, so she is currently a bit socially awkward. Rose would love nothing more than to have fun with kids her own age, but constant worrying about her parents back home, worrying about school work, and worrying about saying something wrong, tends to hold her back. But, if she does manage to befriend another girl or boy, she will defend them, no matter what. Whether it means jumping into a fight, or simply speaking up for them, Rose will give them her complete support.

Rose is not a withering flower, by any means, when it comes to herself either. She won't stand for being teased because of her clothes, her lack of money, her terrible etiquette, or her country accent. If you try any of that, you better expect a big wallop on the face.

Other: Rose is feisty, but loyal. She takes to magic quickly and naturally, but does work hard at it, to make up for lost time, since she's a 16 year old muggle. To do this, she would rather be outside testing everything out, than inside the library reading a book (Reading comes hard to her anyways, since she hasn't had much schooling). Naturally, this leads to getting into trouble quite often, and several hilarious accidents.

First/Last Name: Isadora Eris Black (Note: Isaodora is her first name, Eris would be her middle name and Black would be her family name)

Age: 13 (With approval of Lovejoy, Isadora is a special case)

Height/Weight: 4'9", 86 Pounds

Appearance: Attachment 3279

Isadora is like a pale ghost as contrasted to her livelier peers- Pale skinned with light blonde hair approaching the borders of white-gray, and even her eyes had the color of a striking, piercing silver-gray which tends to make eye contact difficult for anyone approaching her. Her brooding, distant outlook completes a picture that people would only want to view from a short distance away.

Isadora, despite being a former (though one remains the same house) Slytherin, does not wear dark clothes or some such that stereotypically defines Slytherins but instead, despite her personality, she wears clothes that fit very well with her young age- Pink sweaters, skirts...

Bio: Isadora's past has been the subject of speculation and secrecy ever since news of her coming to Middlemarch has reached the ears of the institution's staff and students. The sketchy few sources provided by the few who knew her says that she was an extremely talented witch even before she enrolled in a school. That said, she does have a small following that is neither approved nor known by Isadora herself, as she never cared about her peers before.

Having been born and raised in London, Britain, of which by whom or how has been impossible to answer thus far, Isadora attended Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at a startling age of 8. The headmaster of Hogwarts then, having known of her talents and receiving some letters of endorsement, made her a year 2 student. Even then, her grades and performance in magic topped her class and house, and she showed no weakness at all in whatever discipline of magic.

While in Hogwarts, she was sorted into the infamous Slytherin school, but according to a former student of Hogwarts who also happened to have been transferred to Middlemarch, she was very unlike a Slytherin, having never picked on anyone nor shown any ambition to dominate others- Instead, all her time and energy past sleeping hours, which were fewer for her, were spent on practicing and studying magic. She was remarked to be always alone and made no friends, though this same former-Hogwarts student also said that it was not because of infamy and such. She was often found in the school library, forbidden forest or any place that is conducive for learning, practicing and experimenting with magic.

The circumstances that lead to her quitting Hogwarts and then travelling to the United States was unknown, but what was known is that she was pulled out of Hogwarts at the age of 12, while she was just entering year 5, though it was unknown if it was by her own volition or as a decision made by her unknown parents. After spending a year without formal education in the United States, she was finally enrolled into the school of Middlemarch at the tender age of 13, again a startling age compared to the requirement of the school.

Personality Traits: Isadora is quiet and highly contemplative, fitting for a prodigy of magic. However, she eschews social contact and any form of distractions as magic has become her only object in life. She isolates herself from everyone else, and whenever someone, anyone but those who were supposed to teach her, attempts to talk to her, disturb her or so much as touches her, they would be rebuked severely, though she would not abuse her magic- She considers it too sacred and valuable to be used that way. This causes other people to shy away from her, and she has no one to blame for this other than herself.

Magical Abilities: While Isadora's magical abilities could even outmatch that of a year 7 student in Hogwarts, her capacity for magic remains about as limited as that of a student her age. There will be adverse effects if she keeps practicing without rest, which was what she does anyway, ignoring all the signs of overwork and stress. Isadora's magical knowledge and proficiency lies mainly within the realms explored in England, which includes Hogwart, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry syllabus, as well as more advanced topics and subjects outside of its curriculum. So this includes, but does not just consist of (I may have missed out a few things):

Hogwarts Subjects-
Astronomy (O)
Arithmancy (O)
Arithmancy, Advanced (O)
Apparition (O)
Alchemy (O)
Broomstick Flying (E)
Care For Magical Creatures (O)
Charms (O)
Defence Against The Dark Arts (O)
Divination (E)
Herbology (O)
History of Magic (E)
Potions (O)
Transfiguration (O)
Study of Ancient Runes (O)
Muggle Studies (A)

(Note that while she crams everything into her brain, she didn't officially take every one of these subjects. For what she was unable to pack into her schedule, she would study on her own. The grades reflected would be the grades she would have gotten)

Others-
Feng Shui
Duelling- British Systems & Rules
The Dark Arts
Healing
Wandlore

Wand: Vine wandwood, Dragon Heartstring core, 10 1/2 inches long.

First/Last Name: Alexander Astor
Age: 16
Height/Weight: 6’2”
Place of Origin: Northern Rocky Mountains

(This is older and heavier than Alexander would be, and the demeanor is vastly different, but it was the best I could find.)

Appearance: Alexander is an exceedingly nervous looking boy, pale with slicked back gold-brown hair and eyes that are such a pale brown that they almost seem yellow. He has strong, square features and has the potential to be “classically handsome.” He is taller than almost all of the students in his year, but you would not realize it by looking at him due to his thin frame, permanent slouch, and nervous demeanor. He has a tendency to wear more expensive clothing, even when it isn’t necessary (or appropriate) and has tendency to wear exclusively dark and muted colors.

Bio: The Clan Astor is famous throughout the wizarding world for their immense power, vast wealth, and infamous secrecy (which is often attributed to rumors of dark magic use). As the last heir Alexander was raised in a secluded estate, only having his family (going back three generations) to interact with. Rather than go to a primary school, Alexander was privately trained in magic by his family, and as such was taught some techniques that were not traditionally covered in wizarding education.
He was sent to Middlemarch this year at the request of his great-grandfather, who had attended there himself.

Personality Traits: If Alexander were living in the present age he would be diagnosed with both generalized anxiety disorder and panic disorder. Being the 1940’s however, he is described as merely being “prone to worry,” which is a huge understatement. This causes Alexander to be incredibly shy (which is exacerbated by his inexperience with people) and to stutter. In addition, despite being a talented spell caster, even the simplest spells go awry if he is even slightly flustered.
Despite all of this, Alexander has a incredibly strong sense of honor which, if properly provoked, can completely change his demeanor to that of a confident and powerful leader.

Magical Abilities: When not flustered, Alexander is about average in most magical disciplines. When nervous, however, it can be a miracle for him to correctly cast a lumos spell correctly. The exception is Transfiguration, which he treats almost like an art, and can cast complicated spells under almost any condition.

Alexander has some unorthodox training, which allows him to (under the right circumstances) cast spells without the use of a wand or verbal commands, though he tends to avoid using these abilities in order to not stand out. He is also naturally talented at Transfiguration, and can change remarkably small details with amazing precision.
Alexander is an Animagi. His form is that of a Golden Eagle. His nerves can sometimes cause him to “get stuck” in one form or the other, especially when being watched or under pressure.

Wand: While most magically talented children chose/are chosen by their wand, Alexander had his wand made specifically for him by his paternal grandfather. It is made of Black Oak around a core made from a hair from seven generation of his forefathers wrapped around a blood feather from a young gryphon. It is both incredibly powerful and incredibly fickle, which may be why so many of his spells go wrong. It is loyal exclusively to the House of Astor, and will not work for anyone else.

Other: Alexander is self conscious and inexperienced with people his age, which causes him to be nervous almost constantly during his first couple of days at Middlemarch. This causes his spells to go awry, which causes him to be even more nervous.

First/Last Name: Robert Henry Wilson

Age: 15

Place of Origin: Boston, MA

Height/Weight: 5'8" 155 lbs

Appearance:
(It's kind of blurry but it was the best photo I could find.)

Robert has short black hair like every other teenage boy in the 40's. He has a charming face and sharp blue eyes. Robert’s body is extremely flexible and agile but muscular as well. He can often be found wearing formal wear when not required to where the school uniform. His acne-free face and charming smile add to his dashingly handsome look.

Magical Abilities: Robert is extremely gifted in his Magical Creatures classes. His mother being in the department, often gave Robert chances to be around creatures such as Hippogriffs, Dragons, Fairies, Pixies, Mermaids, Centaurs, and can easily make friends with intelligent ones when necessary.

Bio: Robert was brought up in a proper fashion. His parents taught him early in life that well manners are the necessity to getting places. They would know, they were in high ranks in the American Ministry for Magic. Robert’s father works in the Department of International Magical Cooperation and his Mother in Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. His grandfather was even a past teacher at Middlemarch. Robert was a sweet child and his parents often brought him to gathering with notable figures in the wizarding world. At age 11, his first wand was given to him, and being already acquainted with the magical arts due to his parents, his school years went by quickly and without stress. Robert was a straight Oustanding student in his O.W.L’s.

A year before going to Middlemarch though, his mother was killed in an accident with a Nundu. Though his is still not yet recovered from this dreadful event, he plans to start his first year at Middlemarch at full speed and take on the new school with all of his intelligence and magical ability. Though thoughts of his mother still come to him, he tends to not tell people that his mother is dead, for he thinks people will think less of him.

Personality Traits: Robert’s personality before Middlemarch was always controlled. His temper never got the best of him and his good manners earned him high ranks with his peers. His wisdom still has happiness though, and he can still have a good time, but when things are serious, he tends to take them the most serious out of anybody. His new school year at Middlemarch shouldn’t change his personality, but it will. Anger that has never been seen in him before, brought out by his mother’s death will cause issues, and nightmares will make him sleepless. How his personality will affect his new school year might be bigger than he thinks.

Wand Core: Robert’s wand is 9 inches, made of Plum wood and the core is Hippogriff feather.

First/Last Name: Peter Christe
Age: 16
birth date 01/09/1925
Height/Weight: 5 foot 8

Appearance: Peter is of italian descent and bears the olive skin and jet black hair so stereotypical of his heritage. His eyes are a deep sea green, piercing from the darkness of his face above a strong sloping roman nose, his face thin with high cheek bones, giving him a look of haughty arrogance which in truth he does not bear. He is slightly short for his age, his growth spurt yet to spring but he is built well, his muscle lean but obvious, the result of an active and successful sports career and a wealthy father. His attractiveness is highly subjective to the person in question, the attraction a battle between the eyes and cheeky white toothed smile that carry hints of a soul much deeper against features that portray a handsome haughty disdain.

Bio: Born inrural Indiana, the only child in a pure blood family, his father and mother both high flying attorney's, their home based in an all wizard community that bordered with an expanding muggle housing estate, the frontier of the noveau riche's retreat into rural areas. Home schooled by an excellent tutor, Peter loathed the introverted and secretive nature of the wizarding community, forever longing to become part of the free muggle world, pressing his nose against the glass as he watched the children play in the parks, run the streets, no secrets... no boundaries.

Seated in the park one day at the tender age of 8, sitting upon the swing watching a group of older boys between 12 and 14 throw a strange object between them, a stray football overthrown by one of them came towards him. He seemed to move like lightening, his movements fluid, leaping to pluck the ball from the air. Impressed the eldest of the boys invited him to play, there jibes and teasing, at his lack of knoweldge forming the first bonds of friendship he had ever known. He flourished within the friendship, learning quickly, his sheer speed and agility aided by an almost supernatural sense of where his man was making him able to compete with the older boys, though there sheer strength and size made it challenging.

After weeks of playing in the day, the summer ended and his friends dissappeared, slipping away back into the mundane life of school, homework and chores. Peter begged his parents to let him go, his mother unswerving in her refusal, his father silent yet perhaps he sensed how happy the very idea made peter, a small smile flittering over his lips. He consented under the understanding that Peter would leave and go to the same preperatory school as generation ater generation of Christo's had attended.

Peter agreed without question, his connections with the boys from the park meaning though he was an outcast, he was never without friends, there younger brothers bonding within him into a tightnit group. He was easily inducted into the school football team , cornor back and 3rd receiver, the star of his own age group, he quickly moved up to play with the 12 year olds he had met in the park. Little leagues began and Peter shone at his own age group, his ability to shut down an opposing receiver the pride of his coach and teammates, tarnished only by the absence of his parents smiling faces in the stands.

Years of training and effort ended in tears and anguish the agreement he had made with his parents turning into a sour reward, the taste of what he could have had so rich so fruitful, loosing it was unbareable. For the first few weeks he was sullen, disruptive and spiteful, canniving a way to remove himself from the school, bitter and twisted he rampaged, spending most of his time in detention. Yet something clicked, in the form of quidditch, the surly bruitsh boy that had cursed and thrown things in class melding seemlessly into the shy smart child he truly was. He had ridden a broomstick before, his parents searching for a way to occupy his time. An excellent flier as agile and speedy as he was upon his feet in the air, he made a natural chaser, specialising in disruption and interceptions, as the opposition came forth making the vital move to break down the move and set up the counter. As a team, his house barely conceeded, there overwhelming defeats the fault of a poor succession of seekers, who continuously failed to capture the snitch, much to Peter's frustration.

Academically he was found to be bright, the foundations given by his tutors making ancient runes, a history of magic and the very basics of magic a breeze, muggle studies beyond easy. It allowed him to divert his attentions to the subjects where he had little background and in doing so he found his passion for the simple subject of charms. He flourished in swishing and flicking, the multitude of spells and the complexity of the movements bowling him over with the sheer magnitude of possibilities within the subject.

The summers were always hard, a reminder of what he was missing, Peter slipping back into the group with football in the park, and various other new less savoury activities his parents were too busy to notice, each time he left a little bereavement. Yet the years progressed, and gradually the boys he used to play with faded away, the age gap meaning this summer many had moved away, to university, married, jobs leaving him alone once more, wishing for a normal life.

Now he goes to a new school, new opportunities and challenges await

Personality: He has the capacity for independence yet he prefers the company of a group, yet friendship has never been earned always handed to him on a silver platter due to his athletic ability. Thus he knows how to be a good friend yet has no idea how to make them. He is not the type to approach yet once approached he will open up completely and honestly, his soul and conscience an open book, his hopes and fears pinned firmly to his sleeve. Additionally as a friend he is loyal willing to back the other to the hilt, though he does not belive in second chances, screw him over once and you no longer exist. Generally though he is relaxed, calm under pressure and upbeat.

Magical Ability:An excellent flier, a very good athlete in general. Also very proficient in charms.

Wand Core: unicorn hair 11 inches willow. The wand is short yet it bearss great spring, the unicorn hair at its core a powerful elixir to his power. He holds it dear and has born it for years, the warmth he felt at its first touch still flaring when he holds it.

First/Last Name: Ailsa Firth

Age: 15

Height/Weight: 5'2

Appearance: Small and lithe, her movements are graceful and she never uses unnecessary energy. She possesses a thin face, pointed chin and sharp eyes, a colour of yellow-green. Her hair is a shock of rich, russet-red down to her shoulders, thick and soft. She seems to have a perpetual grin. Generally, she just wears plain clothes; shin-length dresses in green, blue or brown- over which a cardigan or jumper or jacket. At her throat is a predator's tooth on a chain- small and canine. N.B: she has a small pinkish scar on her right jawline.

^Animagus-form^

Bio: Growing up in the highlands of Scotland, she has always been free spirited, with a love of wild places that runs heart-deep. Ailsa spends as much time as she can outdoors in the rugged hills and thick forests there; walking by the streams, climbing mountains and valleys and trees. She is a born explorer; and with her preference for the wild comes an even wilder spirit. Coming from an old, but seldom heard-of wizarding family; she has grown up with magic, knowing its limitations and its uses. Ailsa views it as another force of nature which, to use she must become one with it and respect it, letting it work with her rather than for her.

For her first years of magical tuition, she also attended Hogwarts and while there enjoyed exploring castles and riding brooms (she was never on any House team, but she was a competent Beater). During Hogwarts years she was in Hufflepuff; having many close friends which she was very sad to be split from. Once reaching the age of 15, however: her parents decided to send her to one of the most prestigious schools for magic; Middlemarch, because they wanted Ailsa to be around more children her own age; but mostly they wanted her out of Scotland, out of Britain; for the threats of bombs were always high during the War. Ailsa complied with their request, and off she went.

Personality Traits: Although Ailsa is a free-spirited girl; she does not have a quick temper. She is usually talkative enough, though she is sly and cunning; often tricky but not unfriendly. It is a bad idea to get Ailsa angry however, because then she becomes icy and she will hold a grudge and punish those she feels deserve it. There is an element of somewhat wild, cunning savagery to her; a fox-like quality.

Place of Origin: Scottish Highlands

Magical Abilities: Animagus talent: a fox. Different to others, she can actually cast some simple spells in this form, although doing so lessens the time she is able to hold it for. Ailsa is good at Transfiguration & Broom Fllying, easonably good at Charms and Herbology, passable at DADA, bad at runes, arithmancy, muggle studies, history of magic and absolutely terrible bordering on disastrous at Potions.

Wand Core: 12 inch Willow wand with the core a tail-hair from a Cu Sith: a Scottish Faerie Ghost Hound.

Other: Ailsa is a skilled Animagus, preferring to be one with nature.

First/Last Name: Theodore Tenebrae

Age/Birthdate: Age 16, Born July 15, 1925

Birthplace: New York, New York

Height/Weight: 6'0 150 Pounds

Appearance:
A tall teen, with brown hair and brown eyes. He is rather lean for his age and not heavily muscled. His features are very plain, with nothing to draw your attention other than a thin scar running from his lip to his collarbone.
Bio: Theodore is an illegitimate child of a muggle, without any idea of who his father is. His mother struggled to make ends meet and at the age of ten, Theodore ran away from home and go entangled with some unsavory people, fighting on the streets just to survive.
Theodore became untangled with the street members when his acceptance letter to Alcatraz School of Witchcraft and Wizardry came in. He was expelled in his fifth year for violence.
He is attending Middlemarch because he felt any other school would hold him back. To ensure his acceptance in the school, in spite of his penchant for violence, Theodore showed his skill with magic by hunting down and slaying Werz, a werewolf tribe leader. The werewolf was responsible for the deaths of over a dozen people.

Personality Traits: His childhood made him very self-reliant, suspicious, and pessimistic. He's also very proud and doesn't like to accept any help. His temper never gets the best of him, but if you cross him you will pay. He is very ambitious, and willing to do whatever it takes to reach his goals. Things that would sicken a normal person don't seem to bother Theodore in the slightest.

Magical Ability: Absolutely horrible in subjects like Arithmacy, Care of Magical Creatures, and Astronomy. He only seems to only do well in subjects that hold his attention. He excels in Transfiguration and DADA. He also has an unhealthy interest in the darker aspects of magic for his own sadistic gains....

Wand Core: 12 inches, Ash, Dragon Heartstring.

First/Last Name: Adrian Chevalier

Age/Birthdate: 16, born May 1, 1925.

Place of Origin: Bordeaux, France.

Height/Weight: 5'9'', 150 pounds.

Appearance:

Veela genes? Adrian likes them. As a half-veela as well as being blessed with rather stunning good looks, Adrian doesn't have to worry about the usual teenage problems - acne, that awkward stage when you're all flailing limbs and entirely devoid of grace; he managed to skip right on past those. His hair and eyes are both light in colour, with his hair being perhaps a shade longer than generally considered acceptable in 1940s society. Growing up with a mother obsessed with appearances and a father obsessed with their standing in society, he knows the important of image and how to dress to flatter himself - which, being the vain individual he is, he always does.

Bio: Adrian was born to a pureblood family held in high esteem in France - or at least it had been before his father, who was the scion and only heir to the Chevalier legacy, created a huge scandal by taking a Veela as his wife. Oops. This was seen as somewhat improper by many of the more traditional purebloods in their society (mixing magical blood with creature blood) and the Chevalier family lost much of its reputation and influence. Nevertheless, Adrian was taught the appropriate mannerisms and customs for Wizarding society by her father even as his mother educated him about his Veela heritage. When he was barely five, Adrian can dimly remember a barely foiled kidnapping plan by one of his fathers acquaintances who apparently found him a little too adorable for his own good - this showed to his parents the need to educate him in order to defend himself sooner rather than later. To the surprise of all involved, Adrian delved into his studies with a passion (well, at least those that interested him), proving more than capable at most subjects he turned his focus towards (including Astronomy, Charms, History and Defense Magic to name a few) and particularly adept at Ancient Runes and Arithmancy.

He attended Beauxbatons from the age of 11 to 14, managing to take his OWLs in Ancient Runes, Astronomy and Arithmancy a year early and passing them with Outstanding, a better grade than many of his older classmates. While at Beauxbatons he encountered for the first time other part-veela who weren't affected by his magical creature blood - although he befriended several of them, this initially came as quite a shock to him; he was used to being treated as 'special' and being able to manipulate anybody he wished with a smile and bat of his eyes; the discovery that he wasn't the only one who could do this didn't really go down well. He and his friends became rather notorious around Beauxbatons for manipulating and blackmailing other students - sometimes into doing their dirty work for them or covering up their mistakes, but most of the time just for fun. Although he enjoyed his time at Beauxbatons, the summer after his fourth year his family left France as tensions in Europe became too uncomfortable and they were forced to emigrate to America. For the next two years Adrian was homeschooled by a variety of private tutors until at the age of 16 he received an invitation to attend the Middlemarch School. Prestigious reputation? They were obviously recognizing his innate brilliance - who was he to possibly refuse them the pleasure of his company?.

Personality Traits: Condescending - although his mother married a human wizard, Arielle was brought up on tales of magical creatures and their superiority (particularly veela. Gotta love that family bias), so he naturally began to view witches and wizards as somewhat inferior. Seeing how some would lose control around him, this only reinforced her view that, clearly, she was just better. He grew better at hiding this as he grew older but it never left him - being invited to the Middlemarch School only strengthened this.
Judgmental - Adrian is a big one for first impressions, both with himself and those he encounters. He is liable to spend more time than is strictly necessary 'preparing' before he meets , having had it drilled into him by both parents how important it is to make initial impressions favourable. As such, he holds others to the same high standards - and if he finds them wanting, he's more than likely to torment them about it. Just so that they know just how badly he thinks they screwed up.
Manipulative - Adrian watched a master of manipulation work from a young age - his mother. Watching how she was able to manipulate his father and indeed almost any man she came into contact with proved to be very beneficial to the young half-veela. He grew up thinking that this was the normal way to get what he wanted - why bother asking or bargaining when you can get someone to think it's their own idea?
Driven - he mightn't seem to be upon first meeting him, seemingly more concerned with the social side of things or other matters some might think of as inconsequential, but if he finds something he actually gives a damn about then he is liable to spend weeks researching, pursuing or training in it to the exclusion of almost everything else.
Arrogant - although he can be charming and polite when he wishes to, sooner or later his arrogance always rears it's ugly head. His father would always tell him tales of how great their house was, her mother of how great his race was and the both of them of how he was destined for great things. Under these circumstances it's practically a foregone conclusion that Adrian would turn into a proud, uppity and vain individual. This manner has understandably been known to rub people the wrong way - which he finds highly entertaining.
Controlled - after seeing his mother throw a tantrum and turn into a freaking massive bird throwing fireballs with her bare hands, Adrian discovered that there was a very good reason for anybody with veela blood to have a tight grip on their emotions. Every word that comes out of his mouth is weighed carefully - even if his remarks seem careless, their possible impact and repercussions have usually been carefully planned. He can be very difficult to truly anger - though remarkably easy to irritate - and does his best to control it when he is. Because really, who wants to turn into an ugly, scaly bird?

Magical Ability: Perhaps his most notable ability is the only one he doesn't flaunt. Though he's proud of his veela blood when the only sign of it is his unusual good looks, he prefers that the side of it that makes her transform and throw fire everywhere remains buried - fire is cool, the dramatic downscale of his appearance is less so. His talent for Arithmancy and Ancient Runes has lead him to dabble in the area of spellcrafting, which he has been interested in ever since one of his tutors mentioned the craft. He proved to have an unusual talent in this also, managing to create several unique spells over the year he has been studying it. He refuses to teach these spells to others, preferring to keep them as his own little advantage.

Wand Core: 9 and 3/4 inches, core of Veela hair - one of his mothers. They had this wand custom-made for him soon after he showed signs of accidental magic.

Other: Fun fact: Adrian's veela blood often interferes with his wizarding blood. This means that many of the spells full-blooded wizards find easy to cast he has to struggle with for weeks to attain the same level of competency - he may have no trouble with the theory and have the magical capabilities for the spell but still struggle with it. This is originally what lead him towards spellcrafting; he discovered spells he creates himself do not give him these difficulties.
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Non-Player Characters

(Characters with an * by their name are not controllable by anyone other than the GM)

Andrea March
Age/Birthdate: 18 years old (born November 1st, 1923)
Birthplace: Nova Scotia, Canada
Height: 5'11
Appearance: Tall, graceful, and always impeccably dressed, Andrea is considered one of the most beautiful girls in Middlemarch, more reminiscent of a film star than a student. She has long, ash-blonde hair and pale skin, her eyes a dark blue. She is aware of her looks, and is not opposed to play up her beauty to get what she wants.

Bio: Andrea is the Head Prefect of Wolfgramm House, and has been for the past three years.
She is a highly skilled wizard and is known for her brilliant understanding of Charms magic. As well as her responsibilites as Wolfgramm HP, she also acts as a foreign ambassador for the school, and thus spends her summer months abroad, visiting other schools on diplomatic trips.
Personality Traits: March, as she prefers to be called, is obsessed with her physical beauty and her general advancement as a wizard. She is driven by her own legacy, and spends a substantial amount of time worrying about her reputation and picturing herself in the future as one of the world's greatest and most powerful wizards. This has given her a reputation of being arrogant and vain.
Wand: Ash, 11 inches with a core of phoenix feather.

Paul Harrows
Age/Birthdate: 16 years old (born February 13th, 1925)
Birthplace: East Sussex, England (has lived in Northern Alaska since he was a child)
Height: 6'0
Appearance: Tall for his age and rail thin, Paul has dark hair and is of a pale complexion. His eyes are a deep grey which appear almost black when not in direct sunlight. Due to his constant use of magic to keep his advanced-stage tuberculosis from shutting down his internal organs, Paul rarely sleeps, and thus his eyes have dark circles around them. His teeth are slightly crooked, yet despite this, he tends to smile a lot, even when he doesn't find anything amusing.

Bio: Paul comes from the House of Harrows, a relatively young pureblooded house. He and his twin brother Thaddeus were born to Ashwin Harrows, a high-ranking Auror in service to the American Ministry of Magic, and Lorelai of House Rosier (who died under mysterious circumstances three years ago). As a son of a wealthy and powerful pureblood house, Paul has lived a life of luxury all his life. Though the Harrows manor is located in the remote wilderness of northern Alaska, Paul spent his childhood traveling throughout Europe with his father and brother. Throughout these travels, he has attended several schools, including a year at the Durmstrang Institute when he was eleven years old.

During his time at Durmstrang, Paul somehow contracted the muggle disease tuburculosis. As most individuals with magic in their blood possess some resistance to the illnesses of muggles, Paul's sudden affliction was met with disdain and shame by his proud father as well as other members of the European pureblooded community. Because of this, Paul's father relocated the family to the remote wilderness of Alaska,

Since then, Paul has obsessively studied Transfiguration magic in hopes of one day being able to successfully rid his lungs of the disease without killing himself in the process.

Personality Traits: Though Paul spent much of his childhood living throughout Europe, his father forbade him from interacting with muggleborn and half-blood wizards. Because of this, Paul grew up within a social circle comprised of the children of European pureblood families. Among them, pride in his ancestry and in blood purity was fostered and engrained into him. Owing to this, Paul is an arrogant, haughty, and entitled young man with an undying pride in his pureblood ancestry. Despite this, he can be charming and friendly should he find the need for it.

Perhaps due to the constant strain of using of magic to stay the advance of his disease, Paul has shown worrying cracks in his mental and emotional state since adolescence. Paul's somewhat unhinged behaviour is a closely-held secret in his family, and only those who are close to him know of it.

Wand: Ash, 12' inches with a core of chimera scale.

Once, there lived three young wizard brothers in a village in the Polish countryside. They had been taught in the ways of magic by their mother-- an odd woman who served as the village's healer, and were ignorant of anything else concerning the wizarding world. Throughout their childhood, their mother taught them many dark and powerful spells, but would warn them incessantly:

"Never practice your gift in the eyes of regular people, for it will lead to ruin."

One day, the old witch died suddenly, hoping until her last breath that her sons would heed her warning.

On a sunny, beautiful day in September, 1939, a small troop of German soldiers marched into the village where the three brothers lived. The soldiers imprisoned the people of the village, killing those who resisted. All through the carnage, the three brothers watched on helplessly from their attic as their lifelong friends were lined up and shot before their eyes. The wizards knew that they would be able to put an end to the killing, but their mother's words rang in their ears.

"Never practice your gift in the eyes of regular people, for it will lead to ruin.


The youngest of the brothers was the first to act. Wordlessly, he ushered a curse on one of the German soldiers. The soldier fell to the ground wretching and heaving, as small gray worms started to pour out of his mouth. The soldier's comrades ran to their fallen ally and stood over him, perplexed as to what was happening. While the German troops huddled together, the eldest of the three brothers placed an Imperius curse on one of the soldiers, and willed the man into pulling the pin from one of his grenades. The group of German soldiers, standing so close together, were ripped apart as the gernade exploded.

It did not take long for the brothers to kill every German soldier in the village with curses and hexes. From that day forth, they made it their purpose to aid their countrymen in defending against the German invaders.Legends of these three brothers and their strange abilities spread across the Polish countryside, and soon, the people of Poland hailed them as heroes. The three brothers, filled with the pride of their country and the ignorance of youth, were not aware of just how much chaos they were sewing not only in the ranks of the German army, but also throughout the worldwide wizarding community.

Since the Crusades, no wizard has ever been allowed to partake in a Muggle war. Doing so meant the swiftest of death sentences, and this law was enforced with great effect. There were always stories during Muggle war-time that told of a few brave and foolish wizards who would attempt to join the fight. These stories always ended the same way: Death for that particular wizard ordered by his/her country's Minister of Magic. There were no exceptions to the rule.

This time was different however. Their had not been a projected war of such scale in the Muggle world for hundreds of years. There were prophecies made all around the world of millions upon millions of deaths that would arise from this conflict. And so, many leaders within the wizarding world convened, and decided upon their best course of action. Should wizards enter this conflict and help put an end to the war, or should they remain neutral, as they have done throughout history?

A great many wizards, mostly those who were half-blood or Muggle born, tried to appeal to their leaders. Allow us to fight for our countries and our loved ones, they begged. Ultimately however, the leaders of the wizarding world decided that the best course of action was to not intervene and to allow the Muggles to carry on with their fighting. This decision enraged millions around the world, and many half-blood and muggle-born wizards protested and tried to appeal to their governments. These cries fell on deaf ears.

When the stories began to spread of three lone Polish wizards attacking the invading German armies, the wizarding world took great notice. These three brothers, defending their country and loved ones despite it being a grave offense to wizarding law, were soon hailed as icons of the pro-war movement. Thus, when the inevitable order came to bring the three brothers to justice, chaos erupted in the wizarding world.

It is 1941, and the wizarding world is in unrest. While war rages in the muggle world, wizards and witches fight afight among themselves - Should they intervene, or remain hidden?

On December 4th, a new school year is about to begin at the Middlemarch School for Spellcraft and Sorcery. Professor Genevieve Ford, the Head Mastress of the school, struggles to keep peace between two warring school factions-- the houses Somnus and Wolfgramm-- while ambitious members of the school's faculty conspire to usurp her position.

While political and ideological strife embroils the school and students fight among themselves,
strange events begin to occur in the school grounds. After a murder occurs at the school's Winter Ball, students must band together to uncover the mystery behind the killer.

The Middlemarch School of Spellcraft and Sorcery is an secondary institution for the higher education of young witches and wizards. It's campus is located within an ancient castle sitting atop the misty Appalachian mountains, hidden somewhere deep in the wilderness of West Virginia.

Middlemarch is a secondary wizarding school, meaning that its students enroll here after graduating from their primary schools, thus students tend to be 15-16 during their first year. Middlemarch is the third oldest wizarding school in the Americas, with only the Seveldur Academy in the far-north of Canada and the Esperanza Conservatory in South America being older.

Middlemarch was founded approximately three hundred years ago by three wizards-- H.W Wolfgramm, Weiss Somnus, and Lady Pietra Redgrave. While the school has since been heralded as a very exclusive and prestigious magical academy, it was once plagued by the dark and violent legends surrounding its beginning years.

The exact circumstances of Middlemarch's origins are clouded in mystery, as the true history was lost when a great fire engulfed the school some time during its early years, destroying all its records, including those pertaining to the founding of Middlemarch.

The Three Houses of Middlemarch

Owing to the relatively small number of pupils, Middlemarch only has three different student houses. Each of the three has a Head of House, a position that is usually held by members of the staff in other schools, but is held by an elected student in Middlemarch. A Head of House can be a student from any year, and can be re-elected or impeached by the members of his/her house.


Somnus House

Uniform: A black cloak with silver trimmings.
Sigil: Silver Dragon

Somnus House was named after Weiss Somnus, a master wizard most famous for his discovery (and hunting) of rare creatures all throughout the world. He is perhaps most famous for his discovery of the Macedonian Silverwyrm, a particularly vicious species of dragon.

Members of Somnus House are exceedingly proud, empassioned, brave, and tend to possess a natural talent for magic, which has given them a reputation of not having to work as hard as others. Because of this, they are seen as lazy and somewhat arrogant by members of their rival houses. They are also viewed as reckless hero types who don't think things through, which has given individual Somnus students a certain stigma when it comes to field activities. Individual members of Somnus House are often called "Blackcloaks" or "Dragons."

The current head of Somnus House is Rhea Dämmerung, a fifth-year student who has been elected leader of her house for the past four years.



Redgrave House

Uniform: A dark red cloak with black trimmings.
Sigil: Red Owl

Redgrave House was named after Lady Pietra Redgrave, a legendary astronomer most famous for her discovering of a number of different star systems previously unknown to both wizards and Muggles.

Members of Redgrave House are known for their powerful intellects and unshakable demeanor. They are studious, cool, confidant and are famous for often being in complete control of their emotions. They are often neutral in all the school feuds fought between Somnus and Wolfgramm students. Individual members of Redgrave House are often called 'Redcloaks" or 'Owls".

There is no current head of Redgrave House, as unlike their Somnus and Wolfgramm counterparts, they choose to elect a different leader every school year.


Wolfgramm House

Uniform: A light-grey cloak with black trimmings.
Sigil: Wolf

Wolfgramm House is named after H.W Wolfgramm, a muggleborn who was famous for becoming one of the richest wizards of his time. He was perhaps better known for being outed as a werewolf, and losing his fortune in return.

Students of Wolfgramm House are hardworking and ever-ambitious. Most of the students sorted into this house are muggleborns with no predisposed talent for magic, but who through hard and dedicated work, have been able to rise to a competitive level with their Somnus and Redgrave counterparts. Wolfgramm students possess a high-cunning, and are feared for their ruthlessness in obtaining whatever it is that they want.

As their name implies, Wolfgramm pupils chiefly stick together, but won't hesitate to ostracize the weakest member of their packs. They are often called "Greycloaks", or "Wolves".

The current head of Wolfgramm house is Linus Fairweather, a fifth-year student who has been elected leader of his house for the past four years.

***


First-year students are sorted into their houses at the beginning of the school year, after undergoing the Sorting Test. Once sorted into a house, a student remains a part of it until graduation at the end of his/her fifth year.

The Sorting Test is a task assigned to first-year students when they first arrive at Middlemarch. The Sorting Test usually takes the form of a set of challenges the students must overcome. The tests are usually a few days long, and take place in the mist-covered forests and river lands of the Appalachian valley.

You may create a student or a teacher for one of the following subjects: Transfiguration, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, or Potions.

Note: Those of you who choose to create students, you must be 15-16 year old First Years.
I ask that you make them a bit exceptional and talented (but not overly so), since Middlemarch has a strict selection process and only accepts really capable students. Also, remember that your character must have had a primary magical education in their childhood, so no teenage muggle wizards with no previous knowledge of magic.


First/Last Name:
Age/Birthdate: (Enter the day, month, and year. If you're a student, you'll be a first year, which equates to you being 15-16 years old)
Birthplace:
Height/Weight:
Appearance: (Don't just post a picture, post a description as well. Could be short or in-depth, though I would prefer the latter.)
Bio: (A short biography of your character pertaining to details abouthis/her time before enrolling in the school.)
Personality Traits: (Please go a bit in-depth. No single word replies, please.)
Magical Ability: (Certain talents or proficiencies your characters might have. Try to keep this section under control. I don't want any demigods. )
Wand Core: (The components of your wand. There is a certain horoscope-like tree calender that dictates what kind of wood your wand is made of depending on your character's birth date. You are free to follow its guideline or create another type of wood used for your wand.)

Spoiler

Birch - December 24 to January 20
Rowan - January 21 to February 17
Ash - February 18 to March 17
Alder - March 18 to April 14
Willow - April 15 to May 12
Hawthorn - May 13 to June 9
Oak - June 10 to July 7
Holly - July 8 to August 4
Hazel - August 5 to September 1
Vine - September 2 to September 29
Ivy - September 30 to October 27
Reed - October 28 to November 24
Elder - November 25 to December 22

As for your wand cores, you may choose anything that is under the realm of possibility in the Harry Potter-universe.

Other: (Anything else you might like to add.)

Extra Notes:

- No godmodding.
- I really hope you guys are into character development.
- The RP takes place in the 1940s, so try to refrain from using anachronistic dialogue. So no words like "dude" or "sup" or anything like that.
- If you are to be absent for a while or plan to quit the RP altogether, please tell us on the OOC so we'll be prepared.
- Please pay attention to what other people write in order to maintain continuity and flow. If there are any errors or miscommunication, we'll discuss it in the OOC and go back and edit whatever needs fixing.
- Side-stories are welcome, as long as they are discussed in the OOC first.




Thanks for reading!

[Melodym]

Name: Rose Willard


Age: 16


Height/Weight: 5' 9" (Tall for a girl her age.) and gangly.


Appearance: Rose is a tall girl, and a bit gangly as well. She seems like she has yet to understand how her limbs work, and she can often be seen flailing her arms around as she walks, and knocking things over in the process. Her hair is a medium length, curly and light brown. Her style is fairly terrible. She comes from a very impoverished family, and usually wears hand-me-downs from her mother (so they are always baggy on her), or clothing that she has sewn herself, out of old curtains and table clothes. The resulting look is always mismatched and ill fitting.



Place of Origin: Georgia (country side, a bit of a shanty town left over from the great depression).

Magical Abilities: Rose succeeds greatly in Herbology. In her second year of learning magic (age 15), Rose managed to create a Screechsnap and Mimbulus Mimbletonia hybrid, despite the fact that their pollination and blooming seasons are drastically different. She uses her stubbornness, and curiosity to accomplish things most adults wouldn't even both with. It is with these abilities that Middlemarch accepted her. Her current goal is to discover a completely new breed of plant, or to create an even more unusual hybrid. Mr. Fitzgerald (her parrot, named after her favorite author) helps however he can. This usually takes the form of gathering seeds (He tries not to eat too many before bringing them back to Rose), or locating the best growing environments from an aerial view.

Wand Core: Aspen Wood, 5" (It's barely a nub of a wand, hahaha), Ghoul Hair.

Bio: Rose is a muggle from Georgia. Her father is a coal miner, and her mother does the washing for their neighbors, to help pay for their amenities. They have never had very much money, and Rose has grown up used to eating whatever she is given, and not complaining on the days she has to go to bed hungry. Despite their hardships, Rose and her parents get along very well. Her father is kind, with a warm smile and a love for music. Her mother is more stern, less silly nonsense, but she will be the first to take care of you when you're sick, or feeling upset. You can imagine their surprise when Rose was invited to a magic academy at the age of 14. The fact that she would receive a full scholarship eased their fears, and they quickly agreed that should would go off to school (This was an unremarkable wizarding primary school). Two years later, and after plenty of improvements in her education (not common sense, unfortunately), she was ready for Middlemarch. She packed her meager belongings, and brought along the familiar she had acquired along the way (a quaker parrot named Mr. Fitzgerald.).


Personality Traits: Being so poor, Rose has had to grow up very quickly. She's mature for her age, and is quick to take responsibility for her actions. This attitude has not helped her make friends as a child, so she is currently a bit socially awkward. Rose would love nothing more than to have fun with kids her own age, but constant worrying about her parents back home, worrying about school work, and worrying about saying something wrong, tends to hold her back. But, if she does manage to befriend another girl or boy, she will defend them, no matter what. Whether it means jumping into a fight, or simply speaking up for them, Rose will give them her complete support.

Rose is not a withering flower, by any means, when it comes to herself either. She won't stand for being teased because of her clothes, her lack of money, her terrible etiquette, or her country accent. If you try any of that, you better expect a big wallop on the face.

Other: Rose is feisty, but loyal. She takes to magic quickly and naturally, but does work hard at it, to make up for lost time, since she's a 16 year old muggle. To do this, she would rather be outside testing everything out, than inside the library reading a book (Reading comes hard to her anyways, since she hasn't had much schooling). Naturally, this leads to getting into trouble quite often, and several hilarious accidents.

[xbriannova]

First/Last Name: Isadora Eris Black (Note: Isaodora is her first name, Eris would be her middle name and Black would be her family name)

Age: 13 (With approval of Lovejoy, Isadora is a special case)

Height/Weight: 4'9", 86 Pounds

Appearance: Attachment 3279

Isadora is like a pale ghost as contrasted to her livelier peers- Pale skinned with light blonde hair approaching the borders of white-gray, and even her eyes had the color of a striking, piercing silver-gray which tends to make eye contact difficult for anyone approaching her. Her brooding, distant outlook completes a picture that people would only want to view from a short distance away.

Isadora, despite being a former (though one remains the same house) Slytherin, does not wear dark clothes or some such that stereotypically defines Slytherins but instead, despite her personality, she wears clothes that fit very well with her young age- Pink sweaters, skirts...

Bio: Isadora's past has been the subject of speculation and secrecy ever since news of her coming to Middlemarch has reached the ears of the institution's staff and students. The sketchy few sources provided by the few who knew her says that she was an extremely talented witch even before she enrolled in a school. That said, she does have a small following that is neither approved nor known by Isadora herself, as she never cared about her peers before.

Having been born and raised in London, Britain, of which by whom or how has been impossible to answer thus far, Isadora attended Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at a startling age of 8. The headmaster of Hogwarts then, having known of her talents and receiving some letters of endorsement, made her a year 2 student. Even then, her grades and performance in magic topped her class and house, and she showed no weakness at all in whatever discipline of magic.

While in Hogwarts, she was sorted into the infamous Slytherin school, but according to a former student of Hogwarts who also happened to have been transferred to Middlemarch, she was very unlike a Slytherin, having never picked on anyone nor shown any ambition to dominate others- Instead, all her time and energy past sleeping hours, which were fewer for her, were spent on practicing and studying magic. She was remarked to be always alone and made no friends, though this same former-Hogwarts student also said that it was not because of infamy and such. She was often found in the school library, forbidden forest or any place that is conducive for learning, practicing and experimenting with magic.

The circumstances that lead to her quitting Hogwarts and then travelling to the United States was unknown, but what was known is that she was pulled out of Hogwarts at the age of 12, while she was just entering year 5, though it was unknown if it was by her own volition or as a decision made by her unknown parents. After spending a year without formal education in the United States, she was finally enrolled into the school of Middlemarch at the tender age of 13, again a startling age compared to the requirement of the school.

Personality Traits: Isadora is quiet and highly contemplative, fitting for a prodigy of magic. However, she eschews social contact and any form of distractions as magic has become her only object in life. She isolates herself from everyone else, and whenever someone, anyone but those who were supposed to teach her, attempts to talk to her, disturb her or so much as touches her, they would be rebuked severely, though she would not abuse her magic- She considers it too sacred and valuable to be used that way. This causes other people to shy away from her, and she has no one to blame for this other than herself.

Magical Abilities: While Isadora's magical abilities could even outmatch that of a year 7 student in Hogwarts, her capacity for magic remains about as limited as that of a student her age. There will be adverse effects if she keeps practicing without rest, which was what she does anyway, ignoring all the signs of overwork and stress. Isadora's magical knowledge and proficiency lies mainly within the realms explored in England, which includes Hogwart, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry syllabus, as well as more advanced topics and subjects outside of its curriculum. So this includes, but does not just consist of (I may have missed out a few things):

Hogwarts Subjects-
Astronomy (O)
Arithmancy (O)
Arithmancy, Advanced (O)
Apparition (O)
Alchemy (O)
Broomstick Flying (E)
Care For Magical Creatures (O)
Charms (O)
Defence Against The Dark Arts (O)
Divination (E)
Herbology (O)
History of Magic (E)
Potions (O)
Transfiguration (O)
Study of Ancient Runes (O)
Muggle Studies (A)

(Note that while she crams everything into her brain, she didn't officially take every one of these subjects. For what she was unable to pack into her schedule, she would study on her own. The grades reflected would be the grades she would have gotten)

Others-
Feng Shui
Duelling- British Systems & Rules
The Dark Arts
Healing
Wandlore

Wand: Vine wandwood, Dragon Heartstring core, 10 1/2 inches long.

[Lady Loki]

First/Last Name: Ailsa Firth

Age: 15

Height/Weight: 5'2

Appearance: Small and lithe, her movements are graceful and she never uses unnecessary energy. She possesses a thin face, pointed chin and sharp eyes, a colour of yellow-green. Her hair is a shock of rich, russet-red down to her shoulders, thick and soft. She seems to have a perpetual grin. Generally, she just wears plain clothes; shin-length dresses in green, blue or brown- over which a cardigan or jumper or jacket. At her throat is a predator's tooth on a chain- small and canine. N.B: she has a small pinkish scar on her right jawline.

^Animagus-form^

Bio: Growing up in the highlands of Scotland, she has always been free spirited, with a love of wild places that runs heart-deep. Ailsa spends as much time as she can outdoors in the rugged hills and thick forests there; walking by the streams, climbing mountains and valleys and trees. She is a born explorer; and with her preference for the wild comes an even wilder spirit. Coming from an old, but seldom heard-of wizarding family; she has grown up with magic, knowing its limitations and its uses. Ailsa views it as another force of nature which, to use she must become one with it and respect it, letting it work with her rather than for her.

For her first years of magical tuition, she also attended Hogwarts and while there enjoyed exploring castles and riding brooms (she was never on any House team, but she was a competent Beater). During Hogwarts years she was in Hufflepuff; having many close friends which she was very sad to be split from. Once reaching the age of 15, however: her parents decided to send her to one of the most prestigious schools for magic; Middlemarch, because they wanted Ailsa to be around more children her own age; but mostly they wanted her out of Scotland, out of Britain; for the threats of bombs were always high during the War. Ailsa complied with their request, and off she went.

Personality Traits: Although Ailsa is a free-spirited girl; she does not have a quick temper. She is usually talkative enough, though she is sly and cunning; often tricky but not unfriendly. It is a bad idea to get Ailsa angry however, because then she becomes icy and she will hold a grudge and punish those she feels deserve it. There is an element of somewhat wild, cunning savagery to her; a fox-like quality.

Place of Origin: Scottish Highlands

Magical Abilities: Animagus talent: a fox. Different to others, she can actually cast some simple spells in this form, although doing so lessens the time she is able to hold it for. Ailsa is good at Transfiguration & Broom Fllying, easonably good at Charms and Herbology, passable at DADA, bad at runes, arithmancy, muggle studies, history of magic and absolutely terrible bordering on disastrous at Potions.

Wand Core: 12 inch Willow wand with the core a tail-hair from a Cu Sith: a Scottish Faerie Ghost Hound.

Other: Ailsa is a skilled Animagus, preferring to be one with nature.

[deathbringer]

First/Last Name: Peter Christe
Age: 16
birth date 01/09/1925
Height/Weight: 5 foot 8

Appearance: Peter is of italian descent and bears the olive skin and jet black hair so stereotypical of his heritage. His eyes are a deep sea green, piercing from the darkness of his face above a strong sloping roman nose, his face thin with high cheek bones, giving him a look of haughty arrogance which in truth he does not bear. He is slightly short for his age, his growth spurt yet to spring but he is built well, his muscle lean but obvious, the result of an active and successful sports career and a wealthy father. His attractiveness is highly subjective to the person in question, the attraction a battle between the eyes and cheeky white toothed smile that carry hints of a soul much deeper against features that portray a handsome haughty disdain.

Bio: Born inrural Indiana, the only child in a pure blood family, his father and mother both high flying attorney's, their home based in an all wizard community that bordered with an expanding muggle housing estate, the frontier of the noveau riche's retreat into rural areas. Home schooled by an excellent tutor, Peter loathed the introverted and secretive nature of the wizarding community, forever longing to become part of the free muggle world, pressing his nose against the glass as he watched the children play in the parks, run the streets, no secrets... no boundaries.

Seated in the park one day at the tender age of 8, sitting upon the swing watching a group of older boys between 12 and 14 throw a strange object between them, a stray football overthrown by one of them came towards him. He seemed to move like lightening, his movements fluid, leaping to pluck the ball from the air. Impressed the eldest of the boys invited him to play, there jibes and teasing, at his lack of knoweldge forming the first bonds of friendship he had ever known. He flourished within the friendship, learning quickly, his sheer speed and agility aided by an almost supernatural sense of where his man was making him able to compete with the older boys, though there sheer strength and size made it challenging.

After weeks of playing in the day, the summer ended and his friends dissappeared, slipping away back into the mundane life of school, homework and chores. Peter begged his parents to let him go, his mother unswerving in her refusal, his father silent yet perhaps he sensed how happy the very idea made peter, a small smile flittering over his lips. He consented under the understanding that Peter would leave and go to the same preperatory school as generation ater generation of Christo's had attended.

Peter agreed without question, his connections with the boys from the park meaning though he was an outcast, he was never without friends, there younger brothers bonding within him into a tightnit group. He was easily inducted into the school football team , cornor back and 3rd receiver, the star of his own age group, he quickly moved up to play with the 12 year olds he had met in the park. Little leagues began and Peter shone at his own age group, his ability to shut down an opposing receiver the pride of his coach and teammates, tarnished only by the absence of his parents smiling faces in the stands.

Years of training and effort ended in tears and anguish the agreement he had made with his parents turning into a sour reward, the taste of what he could have had so rich so fruitful, loosing it was unbareable. For the first few weeks he was sullen, disruptive and spiteful, canniving a way to remove himself from the school, bitter and twisted he rampaged, spending most of his time in detention. Yet something clicked, in the form of quidditch, the surly bruitsh boy that had cursed and thrown things in class melding seemlessly into the shy smart child he truly was. He had ridden a broomstick before, his parents searching for a way to occupy his time. An excellent flier as agile and speedy as he was upon his feet in the air, he made a natural chaser, specialising in disruption and interceptions, as the opposition came forth making the vital move to break down the move and set up the counter. As a team, his house barely conceeded, there overwhelming defeats the fault of a poor succession of seekers, who continuously failed to capture the snitch, much to Peter's frustration.

Academically he was found to be bright, the foundations given by his tutors making ancient runes, a history of magic and the very basics of magic a breeze, muggle studies beyond easy. It allowed him to divert his attentions to the subjects where he had little background and in doing so he found his passion for the simple subject of charms. He flourished in swishing and flicking, the multitude of spells and the complexity of the movements bowling him over with the sheer magnitude of possibilities within the subject.

The summers were always hard, a reminder of what he was missing, Peter slipping back into the group with football in the park, and various other new less savoury activities his parents were too busy to notice, each time he left a little bereavement. Yet the years progressed, and gradually the boys he used to play with faded away, the age gap meaning this summer many had moved away, to university, married, jobs leaving him alone once more, wishing for a normal life.

Now he goes to a new school, new opportunities and challenges await

Personality: He has the capacity for independence yet he prefers the company of a group, yet friendship has never been earned always handed to him on a silver platter due to his athletic ability. Thus he knows how to be a good friend yet has no idea how to make them. He is not the type to approach yet once approached he will open up completely and honestly, his soul and conscience an open book, his hopes and fears pinned firmly to his sleeve. Additionally as a friend he is loyal willing to back the other to the hilt, though he does not belive in second chances, screw him over once and you no longer exist. Generally though he is relaxed, calm under pressure and upbeat.

Magical Ability:An excellent flier, a very good athlete in general. Also very proficient in charms.

Wand Core: unicorn hair 11 inches willow. The wand is short yet it bearss great spring, the unicorn hair at its core a powerful elixir to his power. He holds it dear and has born it for years, the warmth he felt at its first touch still flaring when he holds it.

[xbriannova]

Well, now we know it isn't a girl's school I know that it looks like my character's effectively a Mary Sue, but you guys have my assurance that she's not I've pretty much put her shortcomings on a silver platter heh just not all of them.

[Melodym]

I'm honestly really impressed with everyone's characters so far. It's pretty rare to not find a 'omg my girl is super hot and she likes shopping and all guys love her' type character, or the reverse for a guy. Everyone's really thought theirs out, which makes me very happy. hahaha.

Oh, and LoveJoy, I forgot to add any specific magical strengths. Is that necessary, or are we going to be developing that later?

If so, I think she will have a knack for herbology, since she's used to growing a lot of her own food at home, as well as flowers to sell at the market. And can she also have a familiar? If so, I would like her to have a Quaker Parrot, with a limited vocabulary so he can repeat simple phrases/messages.

[deathbringer]

i have to be honest i was going to do a young female teacher but my exploits into female charactors have ended poorly and with the absence of guys in the ranks, i thought i'd toss one up.

Looking forward to getting it started, very curious how the timescale of the rp will work.

[Toska]

First/Last Name: Alexander Astor
Age: 16
Height/Weight: 6’2”
Place of Origin: Northern Rocky Mountains

(This is older and heavier than Alexander would be, and the demeanor is vastly different, but it was the best I could find.)

Appearance: Alexander is an exceedingly nervous looking boy, pale with slicked back gold-brown hair and eyes that are such a pale brown that they almost seem yellow. He has strong, square features and has the potential to be “classically handsome.” He is taller than almost all of the students in his year, but you would not realize it by looking at him due to his thin frame, permanent slouch, and nervous demeanor. He has a tendency to wear more expensive clothing, even when it isn’t necessary (or appropriate) and has tendency to wear exclusively dark and muted colors.

Bio: The Clan Astor is famous throughout the wizarding world for their immense power, vast wealth, and infamous secrecy (which is often attributed to rumors of dark magic use). As the last heir Alexander was raised in a secluded estate, only having his family (going back three generations) to interact with. Rather than go to a primary school, Alexander was privately trained in magic by his family, and as such was taught some techniques that were not traditionally covered in wizarding education.
He was sent to Middlemarch this year at the request of his great-grandfather, who had attended there himself.

Personality Traits: If Alexander were living in the present age he would be diagnosed with both generalized anxiety disorder and panic disorder. Being the 1940’s however, he is described as merely being “prone to worry,” which is a huge understatement. This causes Alexander to be incredibly shy (which is exacerbated by his inexperience with people) and to stutter. In addition, despite being a talented spell caster, even the simplest spells go awry if he is even slightly flustered.
Despite all of this, Alexander has a incredibly strong sense of honor which, if properly provoked, can completely change his demeanor to that of a confident and powerful leader.

Magical Abilities: When not flustered, Alexander is about average in most magical disciplines. When nervous, however, it can be a miracle for him to correctly cast a lumos spell correctly. The exception is Transfiguration, which he treats almost like an art, and can cast complicated spells under almost any condition.

Alexander has some unorthodox training, which allows him to (under the right circumstances) cast spells without the use of a wand or verbal commands, though he tends to avoid using these abilities in order to not stand out. He is also naturally talented at Transfiguration, and can change remarkably small details with amazing precision.
Alexander is an Animagi. His form is that of a Golden Eagle. His nerves can sometimes cause him to “get stuck” in one form or the other, especially when being watched or under pressure.

Wand: While most magically talented children chose/are chosen by their wand, Alexander had his wand made specifically for him by his paternal grandfather. It is made of Black Oak around a core made from a hair from seven generation of his forefathers wrapped around a blood feather from a young gryphon. It is both incredibly powerful and incredibly fickle, which may be why so many of his spells go wrong. It is loyal exclusively to the House of Astor, and will not work for anyone else.

Other: Alexander is self conscious and inexperienced with people his age, which causes him to be nervous almost constantly during his first couple of days at Middlemarch. This causes his spells to go awry, which causes him to be even more nervous.



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Hopefully none of the "exceptional" qualities are pushing it, if they are I'd be happy to edit around them.

[Lady Loki]

@ Toska: Animagi-five? xD (I hope it's not going to be more than a few people doing that...)

Yes, I agree. The characters are pretty cool so far. I'm pretty excited to get this started; don't worry about "mary-sue", briannova- it all comes down to how Isadora actually deals with her powers, and their limitations, which you've clearly indicated there are those.

@ deathbringer: a football player in a magic-school?!?! This will be interesting!