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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

@Jeyma -- Looks fine to me. However, I'm sleep deprived and overworked so I'll let @KahleenCuthald or @Bishop take a look at it and I'll trust their decision.

@Melkor

So am I free to post, or should I wait for @Bishop or @KahleenCuthald to approve my CS?

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

I thought that Muggles could not go to Diagon Alley... that muggle born children had escorts instead?

@mskennedy615

I don't remember if it's in the books, but in the movies we clearly see that Hermione's parents are talking to the Weasley's in Diagon Alley. It's the scene where Potter goes to buy Lockhart's books.


Low-quality image of muggles in the Alley^^

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"Her uncle and her dad taught her the secrets of the arcane, while her mom taught her the secrets of working a computer."

Aideen White

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~ Aideen White ~

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General Information

:: Full Name ::
Aideen Hearth White
"It's such a magical name, isn't it?"

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:: Nicknames ::
Ada

Aida

June

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:: Gender::
♀ Female

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:: Date of Birth ::
1st of June, 2005
Her mother likes to call her June-baby.

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:: Blood Status ::
Half-Blood

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:: Appearance ::

Although England has been her home since the age of two months, Aideen is still the very picture of an Irish-American, painted with deep red hair, a rounded face, and a shade of skin that justifies her last name.

She is glad to be so tall for her age, but almost embarrassed to be a little plump.

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Family Information

:: Family Members ::

Arthur White
{Father; Pure-Blood; Pukwudgie (Ilvermorny)}
Occupation: Magic Healer/Doctor

Tabitha Smith
{Mother; Muggle}
Occupation: Legal Judge

Crogall "Ryan" White
{Uncle; Pure-Blood; Thunderbird (Ilvermorny)}
Occupation: Unknown. Aideen and Arthur have not spoken to Ryan in nearly a year.

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:: History ::

In what certain types would call a "scandal," Aideen was born of a muggle mother with a pure-blood father- Tabitha Dunn and Arthur White.

In a single movement, the entire White family disowned Arthur. Except one, that is. Uncle Ryan defied his pure-blood family and embraced his newfound niece, visiting with magical gifts from America- strange and foreign land, in the mind of little Aideen. Her uncle and her dad taught her the secrets of the arcane, while her mom taught her the secrets of working a computer. They all became the glue that connected the world of magic and the world of the mundane.

A year ago, Aideen felt the glue break. All at once, the perfect coexistence fell in on itself. The girl doesn't really understand why, but when Aideen started showing supernatural potential, her mom suddenly wanted nothing to do with magic- or Arthur. Divorce followed. Junebaby's world tore in two. Uncle Ryan stopped visiting.

Tabitha never tried to gain custody of her daughter, but Aideen visits her mother's electronic-filled, muggle home every other weekend. There are times in her life lit up by magic, and others by a television screen.

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Personal Information

:: Pet ::

A black and white cat, one year old.



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:: Wand ::
Hawthorn Wood, Dragon Heartstring Core, 12 inch, Rigid Flexibility

Hawthorn:
The wandmaker Gregorovitch wrote that hawthorn ‘makes a strange, contradictory wand, as full of paradoxes as the tree that gave it birth, whose leaves and blossoms heal, and yet whose cut branches smell of death.’ While I disagree with many of Gregorovitch’s conclusions, we concur about hawthorn wands, which are complex and intriguing in their natures, just like the owners who best suit them. Hawthorn wands may be particularly suited to healing magic, but they are also adept at curses, and I have generally observed that the hawthorn wand seems most at home with a conflicted nature, or with a witch or wizard passing through a period of turmoil. Hawthorn is not easy to master, however, and I would only ever consider placing a hawthorn wand in the hands of a witch or wizard of proven talent, or the consequences might be dangerous. Hawthorn wands have a notable peculiarity: their spells can, when badly handled, backfire.

Dragon:
As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.

The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

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:: Personality ::

Aideen's dad once said she's "stubborn as a tree and moody as a fire." She took it as a compliment.

Arthur has done all he can to teach his daughter a sense of morality and fairness. It has grown deeply into her. Yet her Uncle always told her she must be strong, or the world will trample her. This also grew deeply into her. Aideen thinks she values kindness more than anything, but in a sort of contradiction, she also has a streak of hate and vengeance if she feels wronged.

But those traits shouldn't scare away a perspective friend. In conversation, Aideen is still as sweet as honey.

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:: Habits | Oddities | Quirks ::
Aideen, her father, and her Uncle Ryan all wield Hawthorn wands. Her family pride has grown alongside her love of trees, so she's taken to carrying a pocketful of Hawthorn Seeds.

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:: Likes ::
She has a bit of an obsession for wands and wandmaking, which was likely what lead to her similar like of trees. Aideen takes childish pride in naming every tree wandwood can be harvested from, and describing exactly what sort of wand it forms. She has also been deeply entranced with the creatures of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," courtesy of her Uncle.

She inherited, also from her Uncle, a desire to cast the most "flashy" spells she can- from her father, a desire to heal.

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:: Dislikes ::
She hates bullies, thieves and liars. She has never been the victim of any herself, but she doesn't need to be to know how she feels about them.

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:: Fears ::
Aideen loved her Uncle, yet she fears him almost as much. Something about that man sets off on alarm in her head. And worse, she can't shake the feeling that she is loosing her mother by emersing herself further and further into her father's magical life.

Less seriously, she has a childhood phobia of large reptiles.

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:: Worth to Mention ::
She's both proud and nervous about being the first member of her family to attend Hogwarts in generations- all the other Whites go to Ilvermorny.

A little short, but with permission, I will probably expand the "personality" section later.

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Dear All: My computer is really weirding out on me, so replies may be few and far between. Really sorry!

@Erklings25

No problem, I feel you. My computer is possessed or something.

I think part of my soul died writing posts on my phone.

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*Cricket, cricket.*

@Dr Catfish

Same.

I don't want to post twice, so I'mma just creepily lurk around the thread... lurkingly

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Just wanted to update and let you know that my character is on her way!

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@Jeyma *Waits semi-impatiently for a post now that she sees her character mentioned.*

@ChaoticFox

I just now realized that both our characters have prosthetic left-hands. I swear, I didn't even remember that Wolfe had a prosthetic until now.

So, to recap, Rolands left Joy's medical files on the table for Wolfe, but Joy doesn't want everyone to know about her disability, so she's being defensive about it. Your move, Wolfe

She'll probably be a bit nicer in future posts. She's bein' salty 'cause Roland.

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@Jeyma

Analogy

The captain is the hand, a filing cabinet does not direct a vacuum cleaner, but is responsible for holding documents of how the vac should work. The hand directs the vac and pages through the advice the filing cabinet holds, but only the hand can decide how the vac is used and if it isn't working properly.

Therefore, Luci respects Roland's position, but doesn't have to do a damn thing he says without express approval from the captain detailing how their purpose has changed. At this point, Roland's words for directing Luci would be redundant.
...unless he has a personal request for them to consider.

Not trying to start any trouble, I just like thinking of things like this through analogies. It makes implied conflict a bit more fun than simply dukeing it out.
Not much to really do, so I was just thinking about Rolands a bit after what you posted in the ooc.

Bureaucrats are like beep-boops, so its fairly easy to...logic...with them...
idk

@Hawlin

No, that's fine. That's basically what Rolands does on the ship. The reason he's such a prick about it is because he wants to be a Captain, but he'll never get promoted because he can't actually lead anyone, even though he has the organizational and intellectual skills.

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Joy

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Rolands

Interacting With:
@ChaoticFox

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Janeway's footsteps echoed like bells through the ship's interior. The clock had ticked far past seven, and she was running late.

The only fellow crew-member she had met so far was a brutally bureaucratic man introducing himself as "Mr. Rolands, Second-in-Command of the I.O.S.E. starship Condor." He must have repeated his rank-and-title at least twelve times. But he was nice enough to tell her the meeting was at 6:30 A.M., and to provide her with the basic layout of the ship.

Not that it would matter soon. Janeway was arriving to a meeting late, on her first day, with no second chance to make a better impression. Joy is not a woman to shrink away from personal responsibility: if she lost her job over this, only herself could be blamed.

She eased the door to the Meeting Room open slowly, with the caution of a technician defusing a bomb, almost daring to hope they wouldn't notice. But when she finally stepped into the office, Rolands was already staring right at her with those cold eyes. "Ms. Janeway," he spoke her name like an accusation, "you are very late."

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In a voice that made her want to fall asleep, Rolands explained everything the woman had missed: the Titchua vessel, the hostage situation, the plan of attack, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

Either because there were so few empty seats left, or as some kind of penance, Janeway was directed to sit next to the Vice-Captain. Was being near him a punishment? It had started to feel like one. Mr. Rolands acted like a filing cabinet come to life. His back was as straight as the chair's, and his eyes were duller than the leather. He seemed to be almost a part of the ship itself. He was everything in the world that was professional, over-regulated, and boring.

"Dr. Wolfe," the filing-cabinet-man fondled a thick stack of papers between fingers, briefly, before laying it on the table in front of Wolfe with all the importance of an offering, "you will need this."

She might have felt a little drip of guilt, but Janeway couldn't stop her gaze from spying onto the documents. Neither could she stop her heart from sinking deeper than her stomach when she recognized what they were. She had seen those records too many times not to know them.

Mr. Rolands had left Joy Janeway's entire medical history, brain damage and all, lying face-up on the table. It was in plain view. She didn't care if he meant to give it only to the Doctor; anyone could just look over and see "patient has cybernetic implants" boldly displayed on the very first page. It wouldn't take much searching to notice.

Janeway's right hand shot forward, grabbed the papers, and flipped them blank-side-up as fast as she could. It was too early to become the victim of everyone's sympathy again. They could all see that metallic, prosthetic left hand plainly enough, but she didn't need the whole fucking crew seeing into her head. The patient relaxed back into her chair and sighed a little- nobody else had looked at the documents yet, hopefully.

Her eyes met the eyes of the woman Rolands called Doctor Wolfe, the one who would have to read the medical files, but didn't have to make it public. Joy gave her an almost pleading look, one that said: Don't tell anyone, yet, please.

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@Hawlin

Sorry, the video won't load for me. :P

Edit: Dammit, now I'll never see!

Welcome to The Condor! (Always Accepting)

I'm currently in the middle of my first Joy Janeway post, and I'm starting to realize that the best thing about having two characters is being able to describe one from the other's perspective.

Was being near him a punishment? It had started to feel like one. Mr. Rolands acted like a filing cabinet come to life. His back was as straight as the chair's, and his eyes were duller than the leather. He seemed almost a part of the ship itself. He was everything in the world that was professional, over-regulated, and boring.

"Dr. Wolfe," the filing-cabinet-man fondled a thick stack of papers between fingers, briefly, before laying it on the table in front of Wolfe with all the importance of an offering, "you will need this."

So if anyone is wondering how I try to make being around Rolands feel, there you go