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Our dearest, most darling members—

It is with heavy hearts that we come to you today to share the upsetting news that we’ve been denying for some time now. With fleeting muse and real life obligations galore, we (Beth and Nicole) have had very little time to play in our own group, much less to run it.

Bearing that in mind, we have decided to close the Art of War.

We have enjoyed every minute of the past few months with such a wonderful cast of both characters and writers, and we cannot thank you enough for your dedication, enthusiasm, and passion. We’ve had a wonderful time here, and we hope you all have as well. Thank you so much for sharing in this journey with us. We’re forever grateful that you shared your passion and talent with us.

While this may be a see you later, it’s definitely not a final goodbye! We’ll keep the Discord server open for anyone who wants to remain there, and we hope that you’ll all keep in touch with us, both there and on Tumblr. We wish every single one of you who has crossed paths with us here the best on all of your writing endeavors—some of which we’ll hopefully be a part of!

Thank you again for all of your support. We love y’all very, very much. <3

xx Beth & Nicole

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♫ Just One Look at You, and I Know It's Gonna Be a Lovely Day ♫

We know we’re a little late getting this published, but don’t worry. We still wanna celebrate a couple more fantastic AOW Members this month!

Just in case you need refreshing, every month here we’re spotlighting two members and showering them with lots of love and affection. These members are selected at random, and we won’t have any repeats until everyone is featured. We’re doing this because we’re allllllll about spreading those good vibes. Also, we’re all about celebrating you, our amazing, wonderful, and incredibly talented members. You all deserve the world. Seriously.

Alright, enough blubbering from your admins. Let’s get on to AOW Members of the Month, May Edition.

#aow talk #aow admin #aow motm*

I N T R O D U C T I O N

NAME. Argo Pyrites DURMSTRANG. Class of 1972 BLOOD STATUS. Pureblood OCCUPATION. Alchemist AFFILIATION. Death Eaters, Supporter FACE CLAIM. Sean Teale

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ dandy; reverential; stoic – impersonal; messy; venal

B I O G R A P H Y

On a September evening in 1954, when the first chills of autumn swept across Great Britain and summer began slowly folding into fall, Margeaux Gamp knocked on the door of her childhood home in Barnton. Her infant son slept in her arms, and his silence vividly contrasted the cries and shrieks that had filled his short existence thus far. When the house elf escorted Margeaux into the sitting room, Mr. and Mrs. Gamp’s hearts beat with both joy and sorrow. Three years had passed since their daughter’s departure, and in that time they begged and pleaded Margeaux to accept their help. She refused, turning to her vices, fueling her addictions, and collapsing further into a nightmare of her own creation. That evening, however, she uttered words the Gamps had prayed to hear. “I need your help.”

Aid came at the steep price of 5,000 Galleons—a loan that would, of course, support the livelihood of both Margeaux and her baby. Money was never an issue for the Gamps, and she knew her parents had every capability of sending her away with bags of gold. Mr. Gamp insisted their daughter move home; they would spend anything necessary for her recovery, and ensure their grandson receive an upbringing suitable for a Wizard with the ancient and pure Gamp blood that ran through his veins. Margeaux refused, demanding the 5,000 Galleons once more. Silence flooded the estate, and the truth behind their daughter’s request grew clear. Mrs. Gamp’s voice sounded steady and deliberate; she spoke words that the family never again uttered. “Your father and I will give you the Galleons, but you must leave the child with us. We will raise him, love him, and it is in his best interest that you never come back for him.” Without any hesitation, Margeaux handed her infant son to her mother, and then left Barnton with bags of gold; she would never again see her child.

Mr. and Mrs. Gamp kept their promise, raising their grandson with all the luxury that could be bought for a Wizard. They named him Argo Pyrites, and fabricated a vibrant story of his birth. The Gamps told friends and acquaintances that during her time away after graduation, Margeaux travelled across Europe and found love in Greece. She married Sander Pyrites, a diplomatic Wizard hailing from an ancient line of Greek magic. Their deaths were a tragic accident that left their only child to be raised with his maternal grandparents. The story elicited apologies and pity for Argo, but the Gamps never accepted the latter, for they knew their grandson was destined for greatness.

It was this belief that fueled Argo’s desire to excel, particularly in subjects of extreme difficulty and ones requiring rare abilities. To refine his interest in martial magic, Argo attended the Durmstrang Institute where he dabbled in an education of the Dark Arts. He discovered his affinity for potions and transfiguration, which paved the way for his greatest curiosity and passion: Alchemy. After graduation, the Gamps ensured their grandson’s admission to the prestigious Egyptian Centre for Alchemical Studies, where Argo spent three years honing the rare and arduous craft of Alchemy. After concluding his studies, Argo returned to Great Britain to find his grandparents beaming with pride—for not only did their grandchild grasp talent beyond their wildest dreams, but a great and powerful Wizard also sought to purify their world from the filth that polluted it.

P L O T . P O I N T S

PAST. If it were up to Mrs. Gamp, Argo would live a full life never once doubting the story of his parents, but Mr. Gamp felt differently. Their grandson deserved to know the truth of his mother, particularly when he would be old enough to understand why the Gamps fabricated such a lie. After Argo concluded his studies at Durmstrang, his grandparents finally told the truth—that his father wasn’t a Greek diplomat, and Pyrites was nothing more than a name pulled out of thin air. While Gamp blood undoubtedly ran through his veins, Argo’s father was a mystery. His grandparents quickly insisted that Argo’s father must be a pureblood Wizard. After all, Argo’s prodigious gifts could never be achieved by someone with Muggle blood. Doubting his grandparents would unravel Argo’s very being, and for the most part, he believes his father was of pure blood. And yet Argo can’t help but wonder if his existence, and the concept of blood purity itself, is nothing more than lies.

PRESENT. Christmas evening of 1975 drastically and permanently altered Argo’s life. What started as a simple experiment---an alchemical composition performed countless times before---ended with a terrifying fire that engulfed Argo’s basement laboratory, and he along with it. His cries of agony awoke the Gamp manor, and his grandparents promptly rushed Argo to St. Mungo’s. While his life was spared, he emerged from the accident with severe burns from his forearms to hands. Months later, his skin remains incredibly sensitive and can be prone to bleeding at even the slightest touch. Argo still drowns in embarrassment, and not due to the appearance of scars, but rather because it reminds him of failure, his defeat that is permanently carved into his body. He dons silk gloves to hide the scars, and is able to conceal his atrocious negligence (for the most part).

FUTURE. After the accident, Argo’s inability to work during the recovery process resulted in him being fired from Potions for All Afflictions. While his grandparents sought to sue the shop, Argo considered it a blessing in disguise, for it allowed him to devote more time to healing and expanding his magical abilities. In particular, Argo finds himself intrigued with a rather old book he purchased at Borgin and Burkes, which elaborates on the strange history of inferi. The Dark Art of Necromancy is certainly not a branch of magic to be tampered with, and yet Argo can’t seem to turn away from his macabre curiosities.

A D D I T I O N A L

* . Eventual author of Alchemy, Ancient Art and Science.

Argo Pyrites is TAKEN.

#pyrites #argo pyrites #marauders rp #marauders era rpg #marauders era rp #argo #taken*#taken civ*#civ*

Hi there! I was just wondering what you had in mind re the Fletwock sisters? Thanks!

Hi, hi! We’re so excited that someone is interested in our Fletwock gals! We’re very eager to have them on the dash.

I think the number one thing we’re excited to see develop through them is pureblood culture, both in and outside of the Death Eater angle. Members of the Fletwock family own and run Château Cheval, which is a prestigious country club of sorts in the Wizarding world (and you can find more information about it on our locations page!), so they’ll be rubbing elbows with both the wealthy and the pure blooded. As these two things aren’t mutually exclusive, we’re really interested to see the mix of dynamics between the myriad of views and backgrounds found among wizards and witches who are well off either financially or historically (or both; looking at you, Lucius Malfoy).

The family has French roots, so we would be interested in someone exploring that aspect! We’ve also tried to set up the Fletwock sisters on slightly different paths, but how you interpret that is completely up to you. With Ivy, she considers herself a Death Eaters sympathizer, so where could that take her? On the other hand, Laurentia is focussed on breeding winged horses, as well as managing the equestrian entertainment at her family’s establishment, Château Cheval. Where would you take this entrepreneurial minded gal?

These are really just starting points, and we hope that helps. Ultimately, we’re far more interested in how you interpret these skeleton roles! I hope this helps. <3

xx Beth

#hp rp #hp roleplay #laurentia fletwock #harry potter rp #hp rpg #Anonymous #ivy #laurentia #answered*

Can you talk a little about what you're looking for in a Pollux Crabbe?

Absolutely, and with great pleasure, my dude. And as a bonus, I’ll talk a little bit about what we’re looking for in Castor Goyle as well, because the two are something of a package deal in our eyes.

Much like their sons, Vincent (RIP) and Gregory, we see Pollux and Castor as a dim-witted duo. While they do eventually climb pretty high up in the ranks of Voldemort’s army, we feel it’s so much less their inherent skill or intelligence, and much more so their blind loyalty to both the Dark Lord and his beliefs that got them there. We’d love to see that explored on the dash—a couple of thoughtless, privileged wizards following orders on faith and conviction alone, mixed in with other Death Eaters such as Lucius, who are more calculating and contribute more than simply a willing wand. (No shame in that, though, Crabbe and Goyle. Actually, yes, shame on all you terrible Death Eaters, but you know what I mean.)

Of the pair, though, we would classify Pollux as the brains to Castor’s brawn (with brains being a loose term). He’s a little more polished than Castor, a bit more articulate. Castor might respond to insult with a fist. Pollux will sting you with a scathing insult first before calling on Castor to deliver the physical punch for him.

I really hope this makes sense, but seeing as I’m passionately typing this mess of an answer at 2 am, there’s a good chance it doesn’t, so please don’t hesitate to reach out for more details or clarification! The main point I’m trying to make, though, is that we’d like to see Crabbe as a complimentary salt-and-pepper sort of pairing with Goyle, and a more carefree than many of the other Death Eaters. So long as you’re prepared to plot and troll in equal parts alongside Castor, I think your interpretation of Pollux will be spot on.

xx Beth

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♫ That’s What Makes You Beautiful ♫

Hey there, hi there, ho there. Happy Tuesday! So we hope you’ll enjoy this throwback tune as we introduce a new OOC element to The Art of War RP. Get ready, because it’s time to celebrate all you beautiful and talented souls. Say hello to the AOW Members of the Month, April Edition.

Every month, we’ll be spotlighting two members here at AOW. The members are selected at random, and there will be no repeats until all members have had the opportunity to be spotlighted. We’re doing this to not only spread good vibes, but also because, frankly, every member here is damn good. You all deserve awards, statues, two free tacos, and so much more. We admins want the opportunity to recognize every member here, and praise their hard work and dedication to this complicated and oftentimes intense era.

So… *drumroll* Surprise! We’ve already selected the two members for the month of April, so check out all that love below the cut, pals. So go on, look under the cut, and share those good vibes with your fellow members.

Cheers!

xx Beth & Nicole

#aow talk #aow admin #so much hype under the cut!!#aow motm*

I N T R O D U C T I O N

NAME. Amelia Bones CLASS. Hufflepuff 1974 BLOOD STATUS. Pureblood OCCUPATION. Speech Writer & Press Release Specialist, Minister for Magic Support Staff AFFILIATION. Ministry of Magic FACE CLAIM. Zoey Deutch

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ conscientious; articulate; lively – confrontational; conceited; blunt

B I O G R A P H Y

Bones has become a household name throughout the Wizarding world. Hailing from Brighton, Amelia grew up with a tight-knit family and bold influences. With a mother who is now the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, and a father who’s working beside the Wizengamot as a clerk, monumental things are expected from their children. Her eldest brother went on to also become an Undersecretary in a different department while Edgar bar tends at the Golden Bludger. Amelia took the more traditional Bones route like Henry, following in her grandmother’s shoes. Nana Bones also started out as a speech writer meanwhile working her way up the challenging ladder. It shouldn’t have been a surprise they took a liking towards the same job– Amelia and her grandmother were both as silver-tongue and talkative as two gals could come, as you could guess, sometimes it led to them butting heads. Their debates could last all Christmas eve and be over something as simple as what sort of wrapping paper is best to secure around oval shaped gifts. Amelia participated in Debate club almost all of her Hogwarts years. She was so eloquent when it came to arguing, to discussing, to being all around annoying when calling out another person on something viewed as incorrect or questionable. Amelia didn’t wish for a more advanced job to assist in the dawning war directly; her job was perfectly enough for her, but she did find herself wanting to help those who were no longer in school and no longer had the Duelling Club to hold onto as a crutch as Amelia did when assisting with the program at Hogwarts for her last three years of school. Maybe not being president herself actually left something to be desired, which could be why she’s diligently working on starting a defense program located in Wimbourne at their recreational center. Helping others defend themselves and encouraging them to find it in themselves to want proper justice is what she’s proud of, and maybe she could advance that skill even further.

She’s far from a procrastinator and when something is yearned, something is achieved. Amelia could take on a thousand tasks and have them done with time to spare, but it tends to be overwhelming and you might catch her forcing her older brother to pour her drink after drink to drown that stress just to do the same thing again a week later. It’s become all too expected that she’ll offer help to others, often forgetting to take care of herself first. It’s easy to pass off stress as a normal feeling when entering adulthood, but hopefully it doesn’t catch up to her in all the wrong ways.

P L O T . P O I N T S

PAST. Amelia loves food to no end, more specifically Italian and Mexican cuisines. But for the life of her, she can never perfect the recipes as wonderfully as the restaurants do. Besides, it’s far easier to order takeout than cook an entire meal just for herself. She tried hosting a dinner party once, serving her favorite meal of ravioli and garlic bread. To say the least, the meal wasn’t consumed by a single soul and pizza was called for instead. Her Nana made a joke, calling it dog’s food. Oddly enough, that made a wheel turn in Amelia’s head. Dogs didn’t care about five star ratings, they mostly seemed to care about getting the right nutrients and if you called anything a ‘treat’, they’d happily attack. So Amelia began making dog treats, made up of all things good for healthy pups. She sells them at markets on the weekends. It’s exciting to have a business, supplying to puppies who could never do any wrong. Unlike humans.

PRESENT. She found herself yearning to help those who were no longer in school and no longer had the Duelling Club to hold onto as a crutch as Amelia did when assisting the program at Hogwarts for her last three years of school. It was a bright way to assist with the way without being directly involved. Self defense was so key. Maybe not being president herself back as a Hufflepuff actually left something to be desired, which could be why she’s diligently working on starting a defense program located in Wimbourne at their recreational center. Helping others defend themselves and encouraging them to find it in themselves to want proper justice is what she’s proud of, and perhaps she could advance that skill even further.

FUTURE. Amelia could take on a thousand tasks and have them done with time to spare, but it tends to be overwhelming and you might catch her forcing her older brother to pour her drink after drink to drown that stress just to do the same thing again a week later. It’s become all too expected that she’ll offer help to others, often forgetting to take care of herself first. It’s easy to pass off stress as a normal feeling when entering that adult phase, but hopefully it doesn’t catch up to her in all the wrong ways.

A D D I T I O N A L

* . younger sister of Edgar Bones and Henry Bones

* . dies c. July 1996

Amelia Bones is TAKEN.

#amelia bones #hp rp #harry potter rp #harry potter rpg #hp rpg #amelia #taken*#taken civ*#civ*

I N T R O D U C T I O N

NAME. Ivy Fletwock BEAUXBATONS ACADEMY OF MAGIC. Class of 1971 BLOOD STATUS. Half-blood OCCUPATION. Medical Examiner at St. Mungo’s Hospital AFFILIATION. Civilian; Death Eater Sympathizer FACE CLAIM. Troian Bellisario

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ trustworthy; warm; inventive – opportunistic; guarded; unsympathetic

B I O G R A P H Y

Ivy has always thought her name was given to her not by any mortal, but by divine intervention. She was born a Lestrange to a woman who would have been stripped of the name by her family if law and decency had allowed it. Her mother had been sentenced to a decade in Azkaban by the Wizengamot, but fate had instead sentenced her to death within hours of Ivy’s arrival. All she had left was a disinterested father with a pre-established family in Brazil, and a quiet cry that didn’t quite convince anyone in St. Mungo’s she would be needing their services (or anyone else’s) for long. Luckily, Ivy’s biological father had one gift to give her: that of a family, though not in the way someone with more honor would have done. It has been years since he had seen or heard from his dear friends, the Fletwocks, but the strength of their memories together (and the generosity of their hearts) were such that they took the girl in as their own without a second thought.

So Ivy she was: a weed that pushed through the earth unexpectedly and rather without much welcome, but that grew prestigiously up the Fletwocks’ walls. She was a proud display of nobility and all that was right with the integrity and tradition that remained in the Wizarding world. Ivy had always known that the Fletwock family had come by her a little differently, but she never once doubted her place among them. She idolized her older sister, Laurentia, mimicking her every word and motion to the point of irritation. She begged her mother to brush her hair over and over whilst she played in the elder witch’s jewelry box, imagining what her own collection would look like one day. She read sections of the newspaper beside her father at breakfast—rather, she held up the pieces he gave to her and glanced over the top to make sure she was doing it just right. Ivy was in love with her family, however she’d gotten them, and every day under their roof made her all the more certain she was meant to be there.

It was during her years at Beauxbatons that Ivy came into her own. By the time she was thirteen, she knew that she wanted to be a Healer, and she made sure that her marks reflected her dream. Ivy’s work proved her to be nothing short of a genius, quite literally. She sat her first exams a year early, which left her with enough time (and high enough marks) to not only complete her final courses, but to take on independent studies. She graduated from Beauxbatons more than qualified to pursue the dream she’d spent years working towards.

But that dream wasn’t meant to last. After a month of training as a Healer in Paris, Ivy came to realize she had made a terrible mistake. After a quick resignation – one that came as a shock to no one – she followed her sister to Barnton, England, where Laurentia worked at the family’s club, Château Cheval. After some much needed encouragement and many long talks, Ivy enrolled in the Puddlemere Institute of Secondary Studies in Magic, where she put her studies to good use. With the help of her counselor, it took Ivy only eighteen months to become qualified for a new dream: a forensic pathologist. Though the path there was winding and strenuous, Ivy again feels it’s fate that brought her to where she is today.

P L O T . P O I N T S

PAST. It took all of one month of Healer training for Ivy to realize that she had picked the wrong profession. She could handle the gore, and the sickness, and even the putrid stenches that came from the most unexpected places. What turned Ivy off was the noise: the bloodcurdling screams, the heartbroken sobs, the whimpers of weak patients with no hope left in the world… And now, working in St. Mungo’s, where victims of the brewing war wander in daily, Ivy knows she made the right decision. After all, it’s only going to worse. Ivy finds this work to be just as fulfilling, and much more peaceful. After all, working with the dead is as noiseless as it gets.

PRESENT. One word to describe Ivy would be lucky. Given her odds at the start of life, the amount of things she’s achieved, if nothing else, proves just that. But Ivy’s luck isn’t limited to big, magnificent moves. She’s a very successful gambler, and has managed to squander away a small fortune in savings. When she’s not in St. Mungo’s, or perusing bookshelves in Holyhead, or keeping her sister company, she can be found with a deck of cards, or an opinion on a Quidditch match that she’s willing to back financially.

FUTURE. The debate of blood status and Muggle relations isn’t unique to England, but Ivy has found that it’s at the very least much more tense herethan she remembers it being in France. Some of the things she’s overheard at Château Cheval have shocked her to the point of speechlessness. It isn’t that Ivy disagrees; she’s simply surprised to hear such things said aloud. But how does one politely argue for the eradication of a whole group of people from society? She’s got to figure it out if she wants to be in good standing with those she agrees with.

A D D I T I O N A L

* . adopted younger sister of Laurentia Fletwock

* . Death Eaters sympathizer

Ivy Fletwock is TAKEN.

#marauders rp #marauders era rp #marauders era rpg #marauder rp #marauders rpg #ivy #civ*#taken*#taken civ*

I N T R O D U C T I O N

NAME. Doug McKinnon HOGWARTS. Gryffindor 1971 BLOOD STATUS. Pureblood AFFILIATION. Order of the Phoenix OCCUPATION. Hit Wizard FACE CLAIM. Scott Eastwood

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ charismatic; confident; loyal – flippant; judgmental; impatient

B I O G R A P H Y

Life could have been difficult for a young Doug McKinnon. The only child of his parents’ first marriages, he could have forever been the odd one out, the young mistake that his parents corrected in their second marriages and with their later children. Instead, Doug found himself to be a well loved part of two families, a favorite sibling if only because he wasn’t a constant presence in his younger siblings’ lives. Over the years, he fell naturally into the role of family peacekeeper, and even more naturally into the role of supportive older sibling. Always ready with a word of advice, a shoulder to cry on, or the cover for whatever antics his siblings found themselves in that they didn’t want their parents to know about.

Doug learned early on that life isn’t always easy and straightforward. His uncle’s quiet rejection of his mother’s second marriage to a perfectly nice Muggle man was his earliest hint, with phrases like “blood purity” and “the dilution of the Fawcett line” being muttered under the breath at holidays. It wasn’t until years later, when it was discovered that both his mother and his father’s second marriages had resulted in a non-magical child, that Doug truly began to grasp what those thrown away comments meant and the threat that they could represent. He might not be able to defend his siblings in person, years older and away at a school they would never attend, but that didn’t mean that he would step aside and let people ignorantly say what they wanted. All of his siblings deserved the same opportunity to live a happy and safe life, no matter what world they happened to live in.

It came as a surprise when Doug was sorted into Gryffindor, the first McKinnon to do so in a family traditionally full of Hufflepuffs. After his years of good-natured trouble making and lack of interest in most intellectual pursuits, it came as much less of a surprise when Doug became a Hit Wizard seven years later. Truly his father’s son (whether he’ll admit it aloud or not), Doug knew he was meant for Magical Law Enforcement years before marks mattered and before he fully understood why his father grumbled at the dinner table about people stirring up trouble. As a Hit Wizard, Doug could fight for justice in a way that appealed to his reluctance to strictly follow rules and that fit with his naturally restless nature. It might not have the same prestige as being an Auror, but Doug is nothing if not dedicated to making the world a better place in whatever way he’s capable.

P L O T . P O I N T S

PAST. Being a Hit Wizard appealed to eighteen-year-old Doug’s sense of justice and danger, as well as fitting his desire to avoid sitting behind a desk and following a strict set of rules. Since he started his training, he’s never looked back. Doug found himself speeding through the training program, earning himself top marks for skill but lower marks for ability to follow orders. Whether because of his skills, being in the right place at the right time, or his ability to be enough of a pain in the ass to want out of the office, Doug’s first assignment was to work closely with the Egyptian Ministry of Magic. He spent the next couple of years chasing black market traders of ancient artifacts. He enjoyed everything about Egypt, from the culture to the constant sun and heat to the opportunity to make a name for himself.

PRESENT. He probably would have happily spent another decade in Egypt if Dumbledore hadn’t appeared. He’s not sure what strings Dumbledore pulled to get his help on his mission to “find traces of the legends behind bringing loved ones to life” (whatever the hell that means), but before he knew it, Doug found himself agreeing to come back home and join Dumbledore’s organization. Within less than a month, Doug stood of the streets of London in the middle of a rain storm (and an offensively cold one at that), reminding himself that he was ultimately serving the greater good in the best way he knew how. Even if it meant a rapidly fading tan.

FUTURE. Leaving Egypt behind didn’t mean he left all of his contacts behind though. Doug’s the type to make friends wherever he goes, and running in certain circles while he was in Egypt means that he has a bit of a closer connection to black market dealings than your average British Ministry employee. While he heard some grumbling before he left the country, he’s not sure what good it will do a couple of continents away, but it never hurts to keep a couple of friends in low places.

A D D I T I O N A L

* . member of the Order of the Phoenix (c. early 1976)

* . older brother of Marlene McKinnon

* . dies c. July 1981

Doug McKinnon is an NPC.

#marlene mckinnon #hp rp #marauders rp #harry potter rp #hp rpg #doug #ootp*#npc*

Happy Saturday!

We hope you’re all enjoying your weekend, whether you’re spending it out and about, writing up your application, or eagerly awaiting acceptances. We’re only a few days away from accepting and starting up, and we just can’t wait!

In the meantime, though, we have a little treat for you. Below you’ll find links to a few Wizarding villages and locations that we’ve fleshed out for the sake of the group. Take a look around and see where your characters will be spending their time here at AOW.

Check out the villages: Cork, Tutshill, Puddlemere, and Holyhead!

Check out the locations!

Cheers, and happy writing!

--- Admins Beth & Nicole

#hp rp #hp rpg #marauders rp #harry potter rp #hp roleplay

wait so marlene and sturgis won't be endgame? they're both open for ships??

Trolls though we might be at times, we can promise you that Marlene and Sturgis are just friends (who are both very flattered and cocky now that they know you're into them).

xx Beth & Nicole

#marlene mckinnon #sturgis podmore #hp rp #marauders era rp #answered*#anonymous #kafwj;elgh this made our night #our week tbh

I N T R O D U C T I O N

NAME. Fabian Prewett HOGWARTS. Gryffindor 1973 BLOOD STATUS. Pureblood AFFILIATION. Order of the Phoenix OCCUPATION. Metal Charmer at Portaberto Security SUGGESTED FC. Joe Keery

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ helpful; whimsical; logical – boisterous; self-indulgent; particular

B I O G R A P H Y

It was the end a blistering July when Fabian received his final Hogwarts letter. At last, he felt himself nearing the end, as though the quickly approaching term really was his seventh and last. Fabian was excited to finish his education, yes, but even more excited about what the year ahead held. Seventh year pranks, nostalgic and dramatic finales of everything, being able to legally drink firewhisky in the Three Broomsticks on Hogsmeade weekends… But all of those thoughts came to a startling halt when Fabian opened up his Hogwarts letter – nearly tearing the damn thing in half in the process – and a shiny new badge came tumbling out.

Head Boy.

It was the last thing Fabian had expected, and, to be honest, he wasn’t so sure it was something he wanted. He’d done well enough as the Gryffindor Prefect in his year, but he hadn’t taken his duties terribly seriously until halfway through his sixth year. He had finally come across one too many Muggleborn students crying in the corridors for his liking. If nothing else, couldn’t he use his authority to best those who caused the tears in the first place? It must have worked better than he’d realized, as his new badge indicated. Though Fabian had initially been surprised by the new addition to his extracurricular activities, he was happy to continue serving Hogwarts proudly through his seventh year, impressing upon his successors just how far even a little bit of kindness could go.

Fabian carried that mentality with him beyond his time at Hogwarts, and it was at the forefront of his mind as he searched high and low for the right profession. Though it wasn’t his first choice, or even a career he had thought much about before his seventh year, he managed to land feet first and upright in the field of Metal charming. He enjoyed his classes at the Puddlemere Institute immensely, and his eventual job in the field even more. Still, it wasn’t quite as fulfilling as he had hoped. He was content in his career, yes, but Fabian, by nature, was always eager to do more, especially for his loved ones. There was no hesitation when Albus Dumbledore approached him and his brother, Gideon, with a proposition to join the clandestine Order of the Phoenix; he wouldn’t let the elder wizard leave the room until he was sure his membership was confirmed. Vigilante fighting was another unexpected addition to Fabian’s resume, but, just like the title of Head Boy, nothing else had ever felt so right. This was the path he’d been working towards all along; Fabian was sure of it.

P L O T . P O I N T S

PAST. By nature, Fabian has always wanted to help. He dreamed of being a Healer as a child, only to be disappointed when he discovered that his worst subject – Potions – was a key subject in the field. When that dream died, he was still optimistic that other doors would open for him—and they did. At the end of his studies in Metal charming, Fabian found an internship with Portaberto Security: a company which specialized inventing and manufacturing magical objects for the sake of personal security for witches and wizards. After a successful year with Portaberto and high marks in his certification exams, Fabian was hired as a full-time employee. Fabian thrives in his job, knowing that the safety of witches and wizards across the country rests on his shoulders, and that he’s making a significant contribution to the Wizarding world.

PRESENT. Fabian debated for some time over which branch of Metal charming to pursue. He didn’t fancy himself much of an architect, so he didn’t spend any more time than he had to in that nook of the subject. Now, though, he wishes he had. As the Order grows, so does their need for more space. Thus, Fabian has been tasked with helping to locate and secure safe houses and meeting locations. He doesn’t doubt that his fellow Order members are capable of the magic, but he knows that he’s the only one whose death won’t affect its integrity. And so Fabian happily takes this new duty to heart with a smile, no matter how discouraging the growing pile of texts of architectural books on the corner of his desk might look.

FUTURE. The one true talent Fabian has was another surprise: Arithmancy. Divination was always something of a laugh in his eyes; if he’d realized that Arithmancy was a branch of the general subject, he likely wouldn’t have picked it in his third year. Luckily, Fabian has a gift for numbers and maths, which made the class fun for him, whether he believed in its merit or not. Silly as it may seem, he misses the days of picking out patterns in his homework and doing the Daily Prophet puzzles at breakfast. Well, at least he still has the latter. Perhaps he’ll find reason to get back to it one day (he secretly hopes).

A D D I T I O N A L

* . member of the Order of the Phoenix (joined between January and June 1975)

* . older brother of Gideon Prewett

* . cousin of Alice Prewett and Edwin Prewett

* . dies between August 1981 and October 1981

Fabian Prewett is TAKEN.

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I N T R O D U C T I O N

NAME. Emmeline Vance HOGWARTS. Ravenclaw 1974 BLOOD STATUS. Muggleborn AFFILIATION. Order of the Phoenix OCCUPATION. Security Advisor, Department of International Magical Cooperation FACE CLAIM. Adelaide Kane

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ dignified; humble; witty – skeptical; moralistic; inflexible

B I O G R A P H Y

Being raised by a single dad had its benefits and cons. Like shopping for robes the first day in Diagon Alley and leaving with too large, dark green ones. Emmeline and Russell were more accustomed to bathrobes, so really, what they ended up with was way better than the potential mess of a pink, fluffy one. Haircuts were an adventure, too. The bowl cut stuck until her 2nd year at Hogwarts, when her Aunt finally stepped in and made the cause for her hair a lot more hopeful. Everything was a learning experience for the father and daughter pair, and each were happy to go on the journey. It was an incredible feeling having your dad as invested in learning about the Wizarding world as you were. His unwavering support drove Emmeline in a way nothing else could. Her parents had split was around eight. Her mother’s attitude was too negative to be around Emme, is what her family told her when her mother finally left. Though she receives a birthday card and attends her mother’s family’s Christmas dinners nowadays that she’s older, their relationship was never as strong as she and her father’s. Emmeline was completely content with her dad and aunt, anyways.

An abundance of classes were taken as she promised she’d try to absorb as much knowledge and bring it back to him. Their Christmases were spent talking about the study of werewolves, how to make a hair growth potion, and the past of troll wars. There wasn’t a museum yet made that Emme could take her father on strolls through, so she had to be the guide for him. She excelled in every class she studied in, unlike her muggle school in Liverpool where her grades sometimes fell below average. Back in Liverpool, she had never faced adversity. She was friends with many, was not once bullied, and definitely had never been discriminated against. Her first year,, she faced it all and began to appreciate what she had come from so much more, but it did affect her in a way she hadn’t thought it would.

Emmeline was falling head over heels in love with this magical world and to know what dark beliefs plagued it, she couldn’t sit back and do nothing. She quickly learned being aggressive or confrontational wasn’t the way, even if her skin crawled and blood boiled and her heart ached every time a slur was thrown her way, or towards someone even less deserving than she was. She kept her head down in school, closely followed the rules, and only befriended people she felt she could trust, and sometimes people she felt could push her closer to the goal of sitting in a better position to put the war to a final end.

The hard work had paid off and she earned herself a comfortable job in the perfect position. Being a Security Advisor with the Department of International Magical Cooperation entailed relations with other countries, having the ability to organize and implement policies and strategies against threats, and being on a crisis and disaster management team that would assist in many internal investigations. Other skills of Emme’s advanced, too. More specifically having an eye that paid a sincere amount of attention to detail and having the ability to form relationships with others. It made sense that she would make a brilliant asset to the Order of the Phoenix when they approached her in January of 1976.

P L O T . P O I N T S

PAST. Sports had never been an interest she and her dad shared. While he went to football games and had his own collection of rugby trophies, Emmeline’s aunt introduced her to the art of ice dancing. To feel light as a feather skating atop of frozen over ponds during holidays in Liverpool became her new favorite past time and soon enough she owned a pair of her own skates and another and another until she was packing them every year in her truck. With her mind always turning at Hogwarts, it felt exhilarating to completely forget about the darkness around her and let it all go with rosy red cheeks and numb fingertips, attempting for the thousandth time a backwards crossover. In her free time, because she needs it, Emmeline began instructing children between the ages of five and nine on the ice at a rink in her hometown.

PRESENT. Being a Security Advisor entailed relations with other countries, having the ability to organize and implement policies and strategies against threats, and being on a crisis and disaster management team that would assist in many internal investigations. Emme learned to have an eye that paid a sincere amount of attention to detail and having the ability to form relationships with others. It made sense that she would make a brilliant asset to the Order of the Phoenix when they approached her in January of 1976. To assist in locating Derrick Wilkes, Emmeline was in charge of speaking with Security Advisors in surrounding countries to acquire any information on the suspect and to have them contact the Ministry immediately if any new information surfaces on his whereabouts in their jurisdiction.

FUTURE. There wasn’t a museum yet made on the History of Magic that Emme could take her father on strolls through, so she had to be the guide for him and would spill as much information as Christmas breaks allotted. He was so curious, as was she, but there was still so much out there Emmeline didn’t know and maybe, just maybe, if she spoke to the right historians and large figures who were still alive to this day, she could get enough people on board to create a museum celebrating their culture and past. What would she need? A building, a few thousand people to agree and whole lot of artifacts… This was going to take awhile.

A D D I T I O N A L

* . recent recruit to the Order of the Phoenix (January 1976)

* . dies c. July 1996

Emmeline Vance is TAKEN.

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I N T R O D U C T I O N

NAME. Benjy Fenwick HOGWARTS. Hufflepuff 1975 BLOOD STATUS. Muggleborn AFFILIATION. Order of the Phoenix OCCUPATION. Obliviator, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes FACE CLAIM. Keiynan Lonsdale

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ eccentric; ebullient; curious – jumpy; laid-back; oblivious

B I O G R A P H Y

When the letter from Hogwarts was delivered, ecstatic joy filled young Benjy. He could finally start to learn magic as they had promised him a couple of years before. Even if coming from a Muggle family, he already knew about magic. He had found out about it the day he witnessed a magical accident. When the Ministry sent someone to probe his mind and erase every memory of the event, things didn’t go as they were supposed to go. The person assigned to the case wasn’t nice and tended to treat Muggles in a very arrogant, dismissive and rough way. Benjy didn’t like him at all, so he instinctively resisted the intrusion and, when the obliviator tried to force his way in, defended himself and turned him into a pineapple. The burst of spontaneous magic was detected, but, by the time Ministry officers arrived to investigate, the kid and the fruit-that-was-a-wizard were both gone. They tracked him down a few days later, recovered the unfortunate obliviator and explained to Benjy and his family what had happened. Magic was real. Of course it was.

The Fenwicks had a hard time wrapping their head around the idea that magic was real and the existence of an entire hidden society, but they were happy for their son nevertheless, grateful for the chance they were giving him to have a proper magical education. Benjy, on the other hand, couldn’t wait a day longer. It was a new, exciting world filled with wonders and marvels. It was literally a dream coming true.

Driven by insatiable curiosity he threw himself into this adventure with exuberant enthusiasm. Hogwarts was the most amazing place he had ever seen. Everything was awesome, exceptional, mind-blowing. However not really everything was as great as he had initially thought. There were issues, even though it took him awhile to realize that. Apparently some of his fellow students didn’t like he was born a Muggle. At first he hadn’t paid much attention to it; he could take it, he didn’t care about a few offensive words or some silly prank. But he wasn’t the only victim and as the years passed he grew more aware of what was happening around him. The insults and the aggressions became more and more frequent, sometimes turning cruel or even violent. The rise of the Dark Lord would only make things worse.

Once he graduated and had to find a job, Benjy knew what he wanted to do. Especially in troubled times like those they were living in, people needed protection and working at the Ministry seemed a good way to do it. When he was approached and was given the chance to play a more active role fighting the Dark Lord and his deranged following by joining the Order of the Phoenix, Benjy could only take it. Even though he doubted he was what they really needed, he was going to try his best anyway: the cause was a worthy one.

P L O T . P O I N T S

PAST. Benjy’s first contact with magic and the Ministry defined him and his view of the world. Experiencing first hand what a mess an incompetent wizard or witch can make when improperly dealing with Muggles taught him how important it is to take seriously the job and respect everyone in order to guarantee the safety and sanity of all the people involved. If the obliviator assigned to his case had not treated him so poorly maybe things would have gone differently. The accident helped him to decide how he could contribute to protect their societies, which career to pursue. He will be and do better, careful and respectful, altering people’s minds is not a game.

PRESENT. Being a member of a clandestine organization and working for the Ministry feels like living two different lives at once. Juggling between the two of them while keeping the secret can be incredibly stressful. Benjy doesn’t want to turn into a wary and paranoid person, he wants to stay true to himself and not let the war change him, but the step from wondering who else is keeping secrets to starting to suspect everyone is a short one. However, as dangerous and hard as it might be, it’s necessary and worth the sacrifice.

FUTURE. The situation is dire and things seems to be getting worse and worse every day, but Benjy is confident they can stop the crisis from escalating before it turns into an actual civil war. So many lives are at stake, and he is ready to do everything in his power to help the Order to succeed and maybe, in the process, find out why they thought he would be a worthy addition to their ranks—other than having someone to cook for them, of course. He is grateful and flattered, but he is still wondering why him, especially when he looks at the other members, so brave, and charismatic, and powerful.

A D D I T I O N A L

* . Order of the Phoenix member (recruited January 1976)

* . dies between August 1981 and October 1981

Benjy Fenwick is TAKEN.

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I N T R O D U C T I O N

NAME. Marlene McKinnon HOGWARTS. Gryffindor 1975 BLOOD STATUS. Pureblood AFFILIATION. Civilian OCCUPATION. WWN Reporter FACE CLAIM. Penelope Mitchell

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ honest; playful; quick-thinking – reckless; mercurial; hypocritical

B I O G R A P H Y

In all their years of service to the Wizarding world, the McKinnons earned for themselves a reputation they couldn’t shake: extremely loud, and incredibly opinionated. While Marlene was an exception among the McKinnons in many ways, this was never one of them. As a child, she ran wild and roamed freely through the village of Tinworth, sticking her fingers, toes, and nose into anything and everything that came her way, always with a review of her experience ready at hand. Mr. McKinnon called her strong spirit in practice meddling— a word weightier in toxic connotations than syllables or letters. Mrs. McKinnon called it curiosity— a word Mr. McKinnon claimed was weightier in nonsense than explanation. For this reason alone, Marlene preferred the latter descriptor. She used it as an excuse to dance through every explorable (and sometimes unexplorable) corner of life, her mother’s encouragement and her father’s hand-me-down stubbornness fueling a growing sense of entitlement: a right to do whatever it took to satisfy all nine of her curiosity’s lives.

Curiosity found its first limit in Marlene’s time at Hogwarts. She had known even before she’d stepped foot on the Hogwarts Express that her education was carrying her towards only one goal: to become an Auror, like her father, and put a stop to the rising power of a man known as the Dark Lord (if he was still around by then, anyway). Marlene threw all of her academic energy into the courses she knew she’d need, and only what she had to into those she didn’t. Any trouble she made was in retaliation to injustice or prejudice— some instances of this being much larger in scale than others. Anything that fell outside the parameters of Auror-dom wasn’t worth her attention. As far as Marlene was concerned, she was well on track to fulfilling both her and the Wizarding world’s dream: she would help put an end to this terrifying war.

But dreams are just that—a lesson Marlene learned quickly when she was rejected from the Auror Academy at the end of her seventh year. The denial was a shock, one that left her stumbling around the Wizarding world clumsily and hopelessly for the first several weeks of her life beyond Hogwarts. With a little luck and a lot of schmoozing, Marlene was able to find work at the Wizarding Wireless Network, where her experience commentating Quidditch games at Hogwarts earned her a slot as a second string commentator. Her quirky yet feisty personality cemented her place as an audience favorite, and she was quickly promoted to full time sports reporter for the Network. As exciting as the job is at times, Marlene still feels a dull, hollow ache where her dream of becoming an Auror used to be. She wonders if she’ll ever be able to find something as fulfilling, or if she’s doomed to be sitting on the sidelines for the rest of her life.

P L O T . P O I N T S

PAST. The McKinnons were a proud family, especially where their history of involvement within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was concerned. Decades upon decades of service as Aurors, Hit Wizards, and Wizengamot members were both a blessing and a curse to their name. Ultimately, though, their commitment to justice and fairness, no matter how well intended, were always secondhand. It wasn’t until Marlene’s younger brother, Brady, was born, and later discovered to be a Squib that the McKinnons had a personal reason to fight the good fight against You-Know-Who and the like. Unlike the rest of her family members, who remember the days before they lived with Muggle telephones and electricity, for Marlene, it has always been personal—and always will be.

PRESENT. Marlene began working for the Wizarding Wireless Network as a Quidditch commentator – which earns her passes to every league game – but it wasn’t long before the job began to bore her. That was until she began rubbing elbows with interesting players, namely an American Seeker by the name of Max Brankovich III. After a whirlwind romance of sorts – to put it lightly – and a trial move to the United States that lasted all of two weeks, Marlene has just arrived back in the United Kingdom with a new vigor for her career in journalism. Though the WWN has been gracious enough to give her back her job, Marlene is already hopeful that it will soon turn into something more—perhaps field reporting on the latest developments in You-Know-Who’s uprising? In the meantime, she’s willing to put in the elbow grease to make it happen.

FUTURE. Admittedly, Marlene’s rejection from the Auror Academy did put a strain on her already strained friendship with Frank Longbottom, whose graduation from Hogwarts was nothing short of painful for the both of them. Relations improved considerably when Marlene graduated, but as the war gets more involved, and Frank gets pulled in deeper, Marlene feels even more alienated from her best friend than ever before. Confidentiality is one thing, but secrets are another. Even if shaping up and reapplying to the Academy is what it’s going to take to mend their fractured friendship, just to get back in the loop, then Marlene is hellbent on doing it.

A D D I T I O N A L

* . dies c. July 1981

Marlene McKinnon is TAKEN.

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I N T R O D U C T I O N

NAME. Sturgis Podmore HOGWARTS. Slytherin 1975 BLOOD STATUS. Half-blood AFFILIATION. Civilian OCCUPATION. Curse-Breaker FACE CLAIM. Austin Butler

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ ambitious; resourceful; resilient – inhibited; methodical; self-centered

B I O G R A P H Y

The Podmores never came from old money and values, nor could they boast an extensive pureblood lineage. While simply a half-blooded family from the seaside city of Portsmouth, the Podmores created a lifestyle that was anything but modest. What they lacked in pedigree, the made up for in achievements and accolades. Within a decade, Mrs. Podmore turned one small shop into a countless boutiques across Great Britain, becoming a household name for fashionable witches and wizards alike. Mr. Podmore determinedly ascended the Ministry ranks, eventually becoming the Head of the International Magical Trading Standards Body, and consequently rubbing elbows with distinguished magical folks from across the globe. To say the Podmores raised their only child with high expectations is an understatement. Sturgis Podmore grew up with the mentality that with enough gumption and resilience, he could amount to anything, and withstand even the most challenging of environments.

Naturally, this mentality became exceedingly helpful upon his sorting into Slytherin. Sharing a dorm with oftentimes unpleasant housemates continually tested Sturgis. He was mocked -- and sometimes even threatened -- casually between classes. Most of the time, Sturgis kept his head low and pressed on. The loneliness felt suffocating at times, but he had little desire to bond with the mindless posse of Walpurgis-wannabes from Slytherin. As such, this resulted in many late nights and early mornings spent alone in the library. But as fate would have it, during one of those quiet evenings, Sturgis met Dorcas Meadowes. The pair forged an immediately strong bond, and he considers Dorcas to be his closest confidant and the sister he never had.

Through Dorcas, Sturgis acquainted himself with her friends, along with the Hogwarts Dueling Club. Albeit resistant to join at first, Sturgis eventually became an official member and discovered his talent for defensive magic. Paired with his natural inclination for Ancient Runes and history, Sturgis then set his mind to an adventurous career in Curse-Breaking. Within a few weeks of graduating, Sturgis embarked on a six-month journey as a Curse-Breaker trainee that would take him across four continents, and allow him to hone the rare craft of ancient spellwork, find treasures and artifacts, and deconstruct magic deemed impenetrable by most of Wizarding kind.

P L O T . P O I N T S

PAST. While Sturgis isn’t one to doubt his abilities, even he believed himself the last person on Earth who would ever stumble upon, and consequently open, the tomb of Gerta the Great—a rumored tomb nearly lost to the world. It housed more gold than any other find in the past decade, and Sturgis could have sworn the Goblins at Gringott’s actually smiled at him. Seeing “Curse-Breaker Trainee Finds Gerta the Great” and his name smacked across headlines last December gave Sturgis not only a sense of gratitude for the recognition, but a fairly large ego boost as well. Months later, Sturgis still finds it perfectly acceptable to gather with friends at a pub and celebrate.

PRESENT. Sturgis’s reputation for sharing the company of many, many witches precedes him. His methods hardly fail, and seldom does he encounter a lonely night. Despite going through women quickly, he never lies to his conquests, nor tricks them into bed. Rather, Sturgis remains incredibly upfront about his disinterest in monogamy, and makes it clear that he only seeks a good shag, nothing more. Sure, there’s a few disgruntled former flames, but he reminds them of what he said when they first met: he’s a no-strings-attached sort of bloke. Always has been, always will be.

FUTURE. After completing training, Sturgis put down roots in Puddlemere and embarked on his career as a fully fledged Curse-Breaker. But with the notion of war creeping into the Wizarding world, and terrors growing more real every day, Sturgis finds himself unsure and fearful of the future. Despite his apprehension, he feels obligated to do something, although he isn’t sure where to even begin. All he knows is that silence is complicity, and he can’t sit idle while more attacks occur and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named grows stronger.

A D D I T I O N A L

* . childhood friend of Dorcas Meadowes

* . imprisoned in Azkaban c. August 1995

Sturgis Podmore is TAKEN.

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Welcome to the Art of War RP!

At long last, we can reveal our grand plan to you, bit by bit. Welcome to our main page, where the majority of roleplay operations will be taking place. We’re so excited to share our hard work with you guys, and we hope you fall in love with this world even half as much as we have already.

You’ve probably done some snooping around, and by now, you’re wondering: okay, sure, but what’s next? We’ve got you covered. Below, you’ll find a calendar detailing the next week and a half, right up until play begins.

Saturday, Feb. 17th: Now that the main page is officially open, we’ll begin posting skeletons. First, you’ll have a chance to see our format and what the finished product will look like once your role is secured as we introduce the only three taken roles. We’ll round up the night with our first few open skeletons.

Sunday, Feb. 18th - Tuesday, Feb. 20th: Six skeletons will be posted per day, until all of them are revealed to the public.

Tuesday, Feb. 20th: Once our final skeleton is posted, our submissions box will open for applications.

Tuesday, Feb. 20th - Monday, Feb. 26th: We’ll share a variety of teasers, activities, and goodies to keep muse (and fun!) flowing.

Monday, Feb. 26th: The submissions box will close at noon EST.

Tuesday, Feb. 27th: We’ll have our first round of acceptances.

Wednesday, Feb. 28th: This is the deadline for our second round of acceptances, for those who missed the first or didn’t get accepted for their preferred role.

Thursday, March 1st: Play begins!

So there you have it! In just a few short days (that will fly by quicker than Fabius Watkins flew into that helicopter), we’ll be ready to begin our journey together.

In the meantime, though, feel free to hit us up with any questions you have, and to get excited with us and other applicants in the #AOW Talk tag.

Get excited, everybody! The adventure is about to begin.

— Admins Beth & Nicole

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