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Stefen sat timidly in the train's seats, not knowing how to strike up conversation. The boy knew a fair bit of German, but Stefen didn't really wanna be a hassle.

"Eez gut, English eez gut. Dank you, mein name ist Stefen. Ich new to zis country, but not bad. Learned small english in schule."

He fumbled with his luggage as another set of knocks came from outside the compartment. He instinctively looked to herr Callum for instruction, but quickly righted himself and saw a face through the window.

He gave a timid smile and nod.

@caliban22@AbysmalDemon
Stefen Bauer | Kings Cross

(In German)

"...And that Steven is why you don't allow an Ogre near your cabbages. Anywho, this poor excuse of a train station is the Brit's attempt in emulating the glorious and precise German train system. Hardly even using any kobold bones..."

Stefen tried to give his full attention to the odd man, Liubert, but his asinine ramblings -while intriguing at first- served only to grate his nerves. Instead Stefen opted to drown out his de-facto guardian's voice by focusing on trying to find this platform 9 (3/4), trudging along with his luggage of which a cozy wool pouch contained the temperamental piglet.

"...Okay in you go." The odd man stopped in-front a brick pillar. Stefen blinked twice, not quite sure how far the man had gone off the deep end.

"That's a pillar."

"Yes, and this is a coat and you are being dense, now get in. Oh and be a dear and go for a running start."

Stefen wasn't one to disobey his elders, but his mind was sending off alarm bells. He wasn't a brave lad, most of his childhood antics could be attributed to his ignorance rather than his bravado, but the odd man stood expectantly at the pillar. He swallowed his tongue and took a blind run, hoping the bruises won't be as bad this time around.

...

Miraculously he still stood without stars over his head. He found himself in a new place, with new sounds. The steady rhythm of steam engines and the bustle of other similarly dressed and packed students boarding a train. He looked around for Liubert, but the man was already long gone. Stefan found himself alone without instruction beyond "board the train, sit pretty, fit in, and don't get hexed" whatever that meant. He put on his stoic smile and followed behind students that seemed to know what they were doing.

Stefen eventually saw himself following behind what he assumed to be a local, quickly tailing him to an aptly labelled compartment 2. He knocked but hardly waited for a response before speaking up.

"Guten tag, Ist das raum ofen?"

@AbysmalDemon




Name: Stefan "Steve" Bauer

Age: 11



Personality:

A quiet, ever-smiling and well-behaved farmer's boy from the the rural outskirts of Bamberg. He and his family knows the virtue and purity of farm-work; up at the crack of dawn, working in the crisp wind of the German hills, and going to bed in a strict and comforting German-honored schedule. As such he values order, loyalty, persistence, and good ole' sticktoitiveness. While he may be slow on the up-take, he strives to get his share of the work done. His mannerisms led many of his friends to jokingly point at how much of the "country-hick" he is -despite the rapidly modernizing world- of which he took with a smile and a laugh.

History:

Stefan lives comfortably in a modest homestead with his loving parents and 2 sisters. As far as Stefan knew, his family had been toiling the earth since the age of feudal kings and serfs. Hell, his family name is a fantastic reminder of that. Still, encroaching modernization meant he was better off than his ancestors, he having access to a nearby school and town with basic amenities, and his family being able to cultivate and sell their acres of barley with the help of but a few farm-hands.
Stefan was content to live out his life such as it is, but on his 9th birthday, he started to exhibit strange and abnormal behaviors that started to frighten his family. He was adamant in trying to ignore it at first and go about his days, but as the symptoms grew worse the stark reality became more and more apparent. For a time he resigned to keeping contact with family and friends to a minimum, drastically affecting his happiness of which his parents noticed, however they didn't know how to go about this, they certainly didn't want their son ostracized by his country and poked at by the government.
Their lamentation were finally answered by a swift knock on the door during their evening dinner. A tall, imposing man introduced himself as "a long distant cousin, thrice removed, from his mothers side, wishing to offer aid to young Steve." He went on to explain the storied history of one of the "greatest" German wizard families, of which was promptly dismissed by Stefan's parents. The man simply smiled and offered a small demonstration -upturning the family's harvester with a flick of his wand. Now convinced they offered their ears to the the mystery man,
"I'd say Durmstrang, but I'm in a bit of a disagreement with the Headmaster; and your son doesn't have enough X chromosomes for the fancy pants french school. Plus, The Russians forbade me to send correspondence to Koldovstoretz, so, if you'd allow me to send a letter to Britain, I can get your son the treatment he needs."
Set with a final destination, the odd man gave him a "storied and ancient" family wand, that looked more like a over-sized piece of wrought-iron, and some simple robes and dated textbooks and a peculiar -albeit cute- boar piglet.

Blood Type: Muggle-Born(ish)

Wand: Ironwood, 16", Dragon-Heart String



Pet: Bacon-Rashers





Name: Stefan "Steve" Bauer

Age: 11



Personality:

A quiet, ever-smiling and well-behaved farmer's boy from the the rural outskirts of Bamberg. He and his family knows the virtue and purity of farm-work; up at the crack of dawn, working in the crisp wind of the German hills, and going to bed in a strict and comforting German-honored schedule. As such he values order, loyalty, persistence, and good ole' sticktoitiveness. While he may be slow on the up-take, he strives to get his share of the work done. His mannerisms led many of his friends to jokingly point at how much of the "country-hick" he is -despite the rapidly modernizing world- of which he took with a smile and a laugh.

History:

Stefan lives comfortably in a modest homestead with his loving parents and 2 sisters. As far as Stefan knew, his family had been toiling the earth since the age of feudal kings and serfs. Hell, his family name is a fantastic reminder of that. Still, encroaching modernization meant he was better off than his ancestors, he having access to a nearby school and town with basic amenities, and his family being able to cultivate and sell their acres of barley with the help of but a few farm-hands.
Stefan was content to live out his life such as it is, but on his 9th birthday, he started to exhibit strange and abnormal behaviors that started to frighten his family. He was adamant in trying to ignore it at first and go about his days, but as the symptoms grew worse the stark reality became more and more apparent. For a time he resigned to keeping contact with family and friends to a minimum, drastically affecting his happiness of which his parents noticed, however they didn't know how to go about this, they certainly didn't want their son ostracized by his country and poked at by the government.
Their lamentation were finally answered by a swift knock on the door during their evening dinner. A tall, imposing man introduced himself as "a long distant cousin, thrice removed, from his mothers side, wishing to offer aid to young Steve." He went on to explain the storied history of one of the "greatest" German wizard families, of which was promptly dismissed by Stefan's parents. The man simply smiled and offered a small demonstration -upturning the family's harvester with a flick of his wand. Now convinced they offered their ears to the the mystery man,
"I'd say Durmstrang, but I'm in a bit of a disagreement with the Headmaster; and your son doesn't have enough X chromosomes for the fancy pants french school. Plus, The Russians forbade me to send correspondence to Koldovstoretz, so, if you'd allow me to send a letter to Britain, I can get your son the treatment he needs."
Set with a final destination, the odd man gave him a "storied and ancient" family wand, that looked more like a over-sized piece of wrought-iron, and some simple robes and dated textbooks and a peculiar -albeit cute- boar piglet.

Blood Type: Muggle-Born(ish)

Wand: Ironwood, 16", Dragon-Heart String



Pet: Bacon-Rashers



DUMMMMMMMMMMMBLLLLLLEEEEEEDDDDDOOOOOREEEEE

@AbysmalDemon
Cool RP. Following and will post character soon.
I) Take diplomatic action

C) Improve infrastructure




Summer is weird. You'd expect more posts, but people end up being more busy or preoccupied with other shit.

Still, the pace right now -while not as fast and loose as before- is pretty good.
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Sure, I occasionally play EU4 and I'd be up to some multiplayer. My steam account is V1nsan1ty0 if you want to add me.

For a long while I've been wanting to try a game as Morocco or Air.


Cool, my name on steam is also Barkmeat2.

And yeh Morocco is fun as long as you survive the initial Portugal+Castille alliance that sometimes forms, that said Portugal by itself might be enough (stupid sexy Western tech group)

Bumping
Sweet, a new Chezzy RP, i'd love to get into this.
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