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Wizard X Files(A HP RP)

Name: Ocllo Rivera

Age: (It is impolite to ask a lady her age!)

Appearance:

Ocllo is a very tall woman. Over six feet, large hands and feet, broad shoulders and a square jaw. She has long inky black hair and skin the color of baked red clay. Large round eyes, long lashes, a straight knife-like nose accent her square face.

Country of origin: Chile, studied in America for her 'high school'.

Specialties: Languages, dead languages, and especially dead magic languages. She has been trained to handle and preserve ancient artifacts both magical and mundane.

Wand: Palo Borracho (Floss silk tree) core of 'cadejo' fur.

Backstory:

Ocllo comes from a family that is an even mix of muggles and wizards. Her parents owned a restaurant, and, she moved to America with them when they opened a new restaurant concept in New York City. She finished her primary education there. She was never a star-spell caster, but, her academic capabilities brought her safely away from the present and into the field of ancient magic and archeology.

Previous items on her resume include: Apprentice Archaeologist, Translator for the Inter-American Aurors association, consulting to American Aurors in relevant investigations, and finally worked for the Mesoamerican Ministry of Magic office in the correspondences department for the past 5 years. She is of mixed blood and therefore familiar with both muggle and wizard culture and history. Her background and expertise made her a worth candidate for this unusual team.

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Mkay, so, everyone is in the conference room.

The purpose of this scene, is to get all the characters 'up to speed' and given the same information about the rift & such. Untie the team! woohooo!

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Winston squinted at the light in the jar.

“You are on… Earth.” He quickly assumed that, like most everyone he had talked to today, no one knew what he was talking about. “That is the name of this planet… Ah… World… Ahem. We have never seen anything quite like you either.”

Winston would go on to speak with the little ball of light. Doing his best to explain that she was one of many who had been unexpectedly whisked into a Russian blizzard. Most were from places Winston, nor any other ‘earthling’, had ever heard of. Once the sprite was calm, and, not considered a threat. Winston would invite the sprite to a meeting between several otherworldly persons and earthlings to talk about everything together. He let the sprite out of the jar.

He led the sprite to the meeting room… Where all were gathered, or, would be soon enough.

THE MEETING ROOM

Twain was impressed by the way the young lady indulged in her espresso beverage. “Aaaah ya! You’ll fit right in!” He clapped her on the back before going toward the head of the table.

Winston and a ball of light walked in the door next. Twain waited until everyone was settled, then, he began:

“Hellooo everyone! Some of you already know, some of you are just waking up, but I am here to say that you are all part of something really impossible.”

The lights dimmed, and, suspended in the air behind Twain was a glowing image of the wreckage.

“This impossible event brought you all here. To this castle, on a mountain, in Russia, on EARTH!.” He crossed his arms. “Most of you are not from Earth, and if you are, It has been awhile. Yup. That is right folks, time travel!”

He let that sink in while he took a sip of his own coffee.

“You are here because we brought you here. NOT that we just happened upon you by accident. We are a group on Earth that is looking for unusual things. Trust me. You are the most unusual thing that has happened… in… well… EVER. Until now, shenanigans through time and space have been entirely speculative.”

“The way back to your home seems to be closed for the moment. We do not know who opened it, how, or why. We are a bit worried about that last bit. I thought that we should try to put our heads together to figure this thing out.”

“We have got an old Russian castle, some sort of cult ritual, ten confirmed dead earthlings, and numerous deceased… Others. And a dragon. Wherever the hell that came from.” The ones assembled were lucky.

“Zesiro. I think we are going to need more coffee and snacks. As much a you can carry. No, even more than that!”

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If you want him to be he can be your second ^_^

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

You ARE making Richard!

Ocllo Rivera.
Originally from Chile but moved to America for her education. She specializes in languages, dead languages, and especially dead magic languages. Previous items on her resume include: Apprentice Archaeologist, Translator for the Inter-American Aurors association, consulting to American Aurors in relevant investigations, and finally worked for the Mesoamerican Ministry of Magic office in the correspondences department for the past 5 years. She is of mixed blood and therefore familiar with both muggle and wizard culture and history.
She is eager to get out of the office and into the field. These attributes (hopefully) make up for what she lacks in terms of magical ability on the field team.

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@Belwicket

It is fine if she is a badguy, she still needs to be on par with the rest of the party. Maybe describe her weaknesses more in the CS? it isn't apparent.

Send me a PM if you like ^_^ I love works shopping characters!

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ALSO the last post was bit of a reveal.

If it wasn't clear in the narrative what you should now realize is that:

TRIDENT headquarters is underwater.

HQ is not one underwater building (like last time) It is a fleet of submarines, there are small mini-subs/pods that people use to travel between submarines. Air lock door is a thing. Other considerations also apply.

Any qwestions?

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@Affili

It has been done.

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Dayna

Winston had a new puzzle before him. After speaking with the red-headed girl he needed to conduct a much stranger interview.

"Hello. I am ever so sorry that we nearly put you in storage... I assure you it is only because we have never seen anything like you before." Winston decided to assume a higher level of sentience, then adjust his communication from there. So far, oddly enough, everyone found spoke english. Why wouldn't a ball of light that didn't have a visible mouth?!

The light was in a jar.

"They told me that you can speak? Do you have a name? I am Winston. I am here to help."

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I'm almost done with it <3@Affili