#mc background

[willowwhisk]

Clarice Golding Background:

Clarice Mae Golding was born to the pureblood Wizarding family of Elise Rockwell Golding and Roland Foron Golding.

The Goldings were well known in the down under. But Roland and Elise didn’t want that life for their daughter. They moved closer to the beach, living in a small condo along the sand. Everyday entailed with either jumping in the waves, baking sweets, or hiking!!

The first magic she was ever known to possess was how she sees different things with colors… synthesisia. She could see magic and presence around her. Now it would usually only be when she concentrated hard enough or zoned out for a long enough time. It helps her produce magic though!! She concretes on the feeling and color it brings and a clear charm or defense appears.

Her mild OCD and ADHD helped her magic as well. Clarice stims verbally. Now it’s not exactly Turrets cause she has control over her stims, but when she hears a funny word or saying, she repeats it. Usually under her breath if someone says it out loud, or she just repeats it in her head until she can’t hold it in anymore. Like if someone says a word that just feels right… which sometimes she says those things a lot too. Like ‘right right right’ or ‘ok ok ok’! She also has patterns to how she says words. Like ‘Aunt and Uncle’ doesn’t sound right but ‘Uncle and Aunt’ does. And when a word doesn’t sound the right way she restarts her whole sentence. But it helps her spells come out sometimes clumsy but when she tries enough it comes out clear and precise!

When she was first learning to speak, she did have a speech impediment and a very bad stutter. She often would be seen trying to read books to her stuffed animals but would get frustrated. When that happened Roland would always bring her out to sea and let her swim or find seashells. That’s when she was taught to surf. It was a hard day at speech therapy with her counselor. She had gotten frustrated and sat crisscross in the corner crying into her stuffed animal sting ray. Her father took her out with his board. She sat crisscross under his feet, and they would diver between waves, soar over the crests, then come to rest in the troughs. It made her feel free and dried the tears from earlier. She was seven when she came to learn how to balance and control the board by herself, and she adored it.

Her parents decided when she was 14 to move to England for a job in the Ministry of Magic. Her father wanted to work for Magizoology, and her mother wanted to be a journalist for the Wizarding Times newspaper. So for 14 years of her life, Clarice packed up her stuff and moved almost as far north to Australia as you could go. It was hard, and she was devastated. Yearning to be back at the beach, and surfing the waves with her father.

She was enrolled to Hogwarts that summer after they moved. She was nervous, and for the first months of her staying there she would try to make friends everywhere she went, but after classes she would return to her dorm and cuddle up with her favorite stuffed animal. Her Sting Ray, named Flutter. Her first friends were Amit and Willow. They saw her trying a lot and really enjoyed her company. After some time Clarice warmed up and fully showed her personality.

She’s fun and energetic. Enjoying people’s company and wanting to be around them! Shes an extroverted introvert! She feels safe and happy around other people and can recharge that way, but when she feels anxious and tossed aside she needs time to herself. She often is found sitting crisscross on the floor or in a chair. She oddly adores it. She is restless and loves to shake her hands when she gets too hyper or excited. And of course she stims with her little verbal things a lot, especially when she’s excited. Her favorite classes is Magical Beasts and Charms. She is very skilled in charms, usually being able to get it on her first or second try. When it’s late at night and the castle is quiet, she slips out into the night as a fruit bat. Soaring through the clouds until she finds the coast off of Feldcroft. Usually she takes a dip, even when she’s shivering. The ocean calms her, it’s part of her heart.

Clarice Golding is an ocean baby, her heart is in the waves. Crashing on the shore. Shes as beautiful as she is fierce.

[leo-interactive-fiction]

Something else I haven't seen before. What would the MC's parent from each background think of the ROs? Who would they approve of and who wouldn't they? I guess in the case of orphan MC, what would E's parents think? Since they kinda maybe vaguely adopted orphan MC?

Hmm, interesting! Since I did the opposite, I should have seen this one coming haha

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Storm's comments:

E: "Rose has had that expectation for some time. This is preferable to the alternative. I know you will be in good hands. Rose raised them well."

R: Your father doesn't mince his words, a clear disdain evident, "Valleford. See that you don't take after your father, or there will be less than pleasantries next time we meet."

L: "Scio. I assume your father...?" Storm's lips pull in a small frown as L gives a small nod of confirmation, "I understand if you cannot forgive me. Your father is a significant asset to the Hospian war effort. If I find him, I will kill him."

V: "You've seen enough at your age," Storm says quietly, looking into the hollow glint in V's eyes, "I'm sorry. Those were battles that should have ended with my generation, not yours."

P: Storm's brow furrows as he makes a cordial greeting, "I assume your father is well? He does not speak of his second child often, but you seem more spirited than the other. That will make the greater difference when it matters."

M: Storm's brow furrows as he makes a cordial greeting, though there's little sentimentality in his voice, "I assume your father is well? He expresses confidence in your upbringing, but I can't say I share the sentiment. You lack something fundamental. Something to drive you to achieve more than what's expected of you."

Ra: Storm's eyes lock onto Raven with a harsh intensity, "Your eyes are filled with blood and you conceal weapons. Tell me your intentions or I will kill you right now."

S: "I admit I am unfamiliar with Orden. The conflict never reached that country, but I understand there are many hardships there already," Storm says, looking the brightly grinning student up and down before his lips pull back in small contentment, "You come out better than most. You have impressive strength."

F: Storm holds a frown as he takes in the vivid green hair, "Many allowed Frenza to claim their distance due to their significant contribution to Triaina's independence, but it doesn't absolve you of everything," he says in warning, "Don't step over the boundaries you've been afforded, or the military will have no choice but to respond."

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Scurra's dialogue:

E: Scurra makes a grimace as he recognizes E, "Damnit, you've gone and done it now," he grumbles as he pulls out his wallet and hands a fold of bills to E, "Give that to your mom, will you? She's worse than a debt collector with bets..."

R: "Valleford! There's a name I haven't heard in a while. I knew they had a black sheep in the family, but I guess they couldn't take away the infamous good looks," Scurra chuckles, his eyes lightening reminiscently, "They've put me in a good bit of trouble on more than one occasion. I guess I should consider it a family curse now that MC is involved with you."

L: "Oh, I know those eyes," Scurra says wistfully, "Coming to find the world is a bigger place than you imagined, aren't you? It's even more expansive than that, too. I had that same look when I traveled overseas. I hope MC is being a good guide for you," he looks to you, and gives a knowing wink.

V: Scurra gives a meandering hum as he looks at V, "I've been all around, but I've only seen natural hair color like that a handful of times. They all had your same stare, too." He closes his eyes thoughtfully, "None as young as you though. I hope you're the last I have to see with those eyes. They're a bad omen."

P: "A fiery one, aren't you! Has no one ever told you not to say bad words in public?" Scurra laughs, "You should stop while you can. You're so transparent with your feelings that I almost mistook you for a window, so there's no point to pulling a tough act."

M: A small, genuine smile rises on Scurra's lips as he inspects M, "How interesting. You're so similar to your twin, but you're definitely the better actor. As I think about it, you remind me of MC's mother in many ways..."

Ra: "What are you doing here?" Scurra frowns, staring harshly at Raven. A silence passes and eventually he looks away, messaging his jaw, "Oops, guess I was mistaken. You looked a little like someone I know."

S: "You've got Orden written all over you, don't you?" Scurra says cheerily, "It's been a while since I've visited, but I have to say it gave me the most enjoyment. You all certainly know how to keep it lively."

F: "Your family has always been so hauty!" Scurra covers his mouth to suppress a chuckle, "But I think it would be a mistake to talk down to everyone you meet. I happen to be on great terms with your mother. If I took the opportunity, you two would have been siblings!"

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Xero's insight:

E: He smiles warmly to E, "It's good to see you again. I'm afraid there was little I could do for you: your mother has already found out about your relationship. I expect she'll make it as embarrassing for you as possible, if I know her well. I hope you're mentally prepared."

R: Xero studies R with a faint curiosity, "I'm afraid your father and I are on less than speaking terms due to some...past difficulties, but I understand you are more than simply your father's child. You may be villianized for your differing viewpoint, but aren't we all? I don't find it is so bad," Xero gives R a knowing small."

L: Xero's eyes widen upon seeing L, then falls into a soft smile, "To think history would repeat so aptly. To see you two now reminds me of my own school days," Xero closes his eyes and releases a light sigh, the smile still present, "I pray you'll also find the same happiness I did, and that it lasts longer."

V: Xero's grip tightens on an file in his hands as he sees V, his voice meticulous, "You are...Wolfe, correct? I'll admit the what I've heard and read of you is...less than appealing, but," he casts his gaze between you and the ex-Jagd member, a faint smile growing on his lips as V steps cautiously between you. "You seem to have a strong sense of duty. I hope you will be a good pillar for MC."

P: He looks disaprovingly, "In my field, words are paired with intention. To speak is to lay bare your thoughts. Why would you neglect your intent by forcing a negative connotation where it doesn't belong?"

M: He seems slightly more on edge than with P, "I don't believe I should offer my approval to someone unwilling to determine a focus. It's a testament to your negligence."

Ra: Xero crosses their arms, his face skeptical,"Marriage? Your lack of detailed forethought and hyperfixation gives me the impression of an unhealthy mind. As it stands now, I will refuse to give you my blessing."

S: "I'm afraid I'm ignorant to everything Orden related," Xero says sheepishly, "I am happy to learn all that I can, though. Perhaps you would like to bring your family at some point? I would be happy to host them here." Xero smiles warmly, clearly unknowing of the chaotic rabblerousing he's invited into his home.

F: "Ah, the royal line," Xero says in recognition of F, "Your own mother was a classmate of mine as well. To think one of her children would grow so closely with mine. Please give her my regards, would you? She has always kept herself closer than others, so I was happy when she took an interest in my friend. He's a lucky man."

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Mr. Razor's thoughts (if he was alive)

E: He bows his head gratefully, "Thank you for taking care of MC all this time. Your selflessness has saved me a lot of worry, and I doubt I'll have any more leaving them in your hands."

R: Razor's eyes bore a hole through R, "To defy your father was a considerable risk. And not knowing what the academy had planned for you, you still allowed yourself to be incarcerated for an indeterminate amount of time," Razor taps his fingers to his chin, a smile spreading over his lips, "I enjoy those that stick to their principles, but what say we work on your jailbreaking?"

L: "Your father's quite an important man. He's lucky I was never contracted to kill him," Razor says matter-of-factly. A chilling air of silence deafens the room until Razor holds up his palms, "Just kidding. I've never killed anyone. They all died mysteriously."

V: "How's Jagd doing?" Razor narrows his eyes keenly on V, "I'm surprised they were able to bounce back after what I did to them. I guess they filled the empty spaces with whoever was able...or moldable."

P: Razor smiles sadly, "It must be difficult to be given another person's expectations and do well with them. You're like a fish trying to climb a tree. But I enjoy how far up you've climbed despite that. Would you like a reward? I know, how about...your father's weakness?"

M: Razor seems disinterested, "You're not worth the words, Crater. You're nothing more than what your father made you to be: a simple shadow to live vicariously through."

Ra: Razor's eyes have an approving glint, "The one that slipped through the cracks. How very odd. MC's mother was quite odd too. It's an endearing quality, isn't it? Yes, I think you'll make a perfect companion for MC. You've already been looking over them all this time, haven't you?"

S: "Earnestness is one of the first qualities people tend to throw away when faced with hardship. It is impressive to see how you've progressed through your poverty and discrimination so aptly. Perhaps you have a hope that things will get better?" Razor's mouth spreads in a wicked smile, "I do enjoy seeing how people struggle for such a small glimmer of light. I think I'll offer my aid."

F: "Ah, it's always cute to see people play at royalty," Razor smiles at F's exasperated face, "Why do you seem so angry? Do you actually believe your position has meaning? I'll assure you it doesn't," Razor casts a darkening stare towards the royal, "To me, you're no harder to kill than a beggar on the street. The power you attempt to flaunt means nothing, because in the end it does nothing to elevate you beyond a simple street urchin."

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End

Thank ya for the ask!

[caustic-curses]

Jacob Have I Loved

Breath fogged onto the glass to blur the distorted image. Warmth escaped, fleeing its previous frigid prison to evaporate against a similar unrelenting form. Droplets of liquid tapped out an unnamed rhythm. It beckoned stillness to the heart that wavered and beat inside its cage.  The melodic tink-tink-tink of each liquid bead echoing in the pattern of the spheres before it too followed a familiar trail. There was some relief in the pattern. For a moment, this familiarity brought stillness. To one unaware, it was peaceful. Yet underneath this veil of complacency there hung a tension that coiled around the rigid form and urged muscles to stiffen. This conflicting presence wrestled with the apparent tranquility until the dissonance was almost tangible.

“I trusted you.”

Words fell from tensed lips, spilling as if shattered from their glass vial. An emotional poison, a caustic truth, uttered with little hope of being reclaimed. At first, it was uttered in faint recognition as memories bubbled forth. Unbidden. Jarring. Glimpses of interactions once vivid were diluted with the truth that echoed with violent revelation. Everything he had ever been told. Promises. Images of comfort, secrets, laughter were tainted now. Muscles in his jaw ached at the increased tension as his eyes began to burn with a familiar weakness.

“Corbyn…”

“No.” He gripped the edge of the windowsill seeking one last chance that this was but a dream. This fated nightmare cursing him yet again and still nothing was changed. The stone bit into his palm. The coolness of the sill offered temporary relief but the tension remained. The shadow remained. It lingered in the doorway unable to approach still searching for a weakness in the metaphorical wall.

“How much longer are you going to be like this?” Frustration dripped off each syllable, disgusted. She remained. Poised. Patient. Annoyed.

Words seized in his throat threatening to choke him. Emotions raged within his skin. Venomous thoughts snapped against each other in a maddened dash to be uttered. Nothing came. Corbyn shut his eyes tight. Nothing wrong? How could she say that? How could she say that mere days after blaming him for his brother’s disappearance? Before him, it was their father who proceeded the admonishment of the wizarding school. Everything and everyone that may have held some aspect of responsibility was slandered. Her words held little comfort.

“Siblings fight! He was your favorite. Your pride and father’s joy, your precious Jakov. How was I supposed to take that? Following his shadow. Constant comparison?!” Corbyn’s voice rose, shaking, as he attempted to reign in the words beckoning to be spilled. “Every goddamn milestone buried under his accomplishments.”

“That’s not true! You know that.” The woman’s voice rose with indignation. Whether this was due to the reality of the words uttered or the emotional inner turmoil, it was hard to discern.

“What isn’t true?!” He retorted. “ I don’t know what’s real anymore! Every time I practiced...was that you sabotaging me? Was it him? I don’t know what to think. What to feel. After all this time, I trusted you. I believed you.” Corbyn’s voice cracked unable to keep frustration at bay. It surged forth to drown each proceeding word in a symphony of longing, fear, and anger. “Believed that there was something I did wrong, that I was the reason he left. You made me hate everything that I am.”

“Well…” She paused. “You didn’t do anything to encourage him to stay. Why would he want to come back home to a brother so ungrateful? After everything that this family has been through? After all that we have endured, how dare you.” Her voice trembled to echo the frustration within the room. It was sharp. Her tone taking on a reproachful shriek. “I protected you. Motivated you. I pushed you to reach your potential and what is my reward?” She hesitated as if expecting an answer. Yet before such a response could be uttered, her words lacerated the air with cruel precision. “A child more muggle than a wizard. Even a squib has more potential. If he weren’t always having to cover for you, he could have stayed. If he wasn’t trying so hard to fix what you’ve broken, he would still be here.”

Corbyn’s steadfast reserve began to crumble. Feeling the sudden quiver of his lip he bit into his cheek fearing any further responses. Despite this, his hands trembled. Grasping at his sides as if reaching for anything to escape. Nothing. He wanted to hate him. To hate him with every fiber of his being and yet, some strange part longed to hear his laugh. For this to be another ridiculous nightmare that they would squabble about and be done within minutes. Yet no relief came.

“You’ve given me enough trouble. If you’re going to stay in this room all day, at least do something productive. I don’t want the rest of the school knowing how far behind you are.” Her body carried with it the increased hostility. As her form passed through the archway, the atmosphere lifted if by only a marginal bit. 

It was enough.

 Corbyn sank to his knees. His shoulders heaving as if attempting to purge out every intrusive thought that echoed within him. He couldn’t hide them now. The tears forced themselves out. One. Two. They began to fall unbidden as he clutched at the fabric at his knees. He didn’t know what he had wanted from this. 

It was wrong. 

Everything was wrong and he was helpless.

[pressplay-if]

i guess i'm a bit weird for picking the rich yet distant parents; though i am a bit curious about them. Do you have any tidbits about them that you're alright to talk about?

dangerous territory. You're far from alone though, I actually get a lot of people saying they pick that route! And I also like it, giving the MC a rich background is very "Gold Dust Woman" imo.

As for tidbits... hmm. They are both in fashion, working for a luxury brand. The MC's Dad used to be the Mom's boss before they started a relationship, and he still kind of is.

They also both come from generational wealth, at least in moderate amounts. They got themselves significantly richer, but neither of them started out in poverty or even middle class.

[brittleshade]

What is MC's age? And what do they do when they leave the family, I mean profession?

Both are vague with the only set-in-stone fact being the MC is at least 1 year older than their younger sister who is considered an adult.

This was left vague as I want to leave it up to a player's imagination and it might end up with too many options if I programmed in all the potential options for age and professions.

That being said, there will be an opportunity for the MC to discuss the general idea of what they did after leaving the family (or what they've done between Catherine going to the Goldmans and her being missing) and the age if they did leave.