#lsrpg bio

[here-is-boston-hq-rpg]

[wickedsrest-rp]

Name: Memphis Malik Species: Medium Occupation: Paramedic Age: 27 Years Old Played By: Cody Face Claim: Anirudh Pisharody

"I’m running on about two hours of sleep and last night my little sister told me that I failed her gaming friend’s ‘vibe check’. So as you can imagine, I’m emotionally devastated."

TW: Parental death

Sanjeev and Priya Malik were avid birdwatchers. Star crossed lovers turned lawyers, anytime they could escape the courtroom or paperwork they were traveling - cameras and books in hand, competing to try to capture the best picture of the rarest birds. Once they had their first and only child, the hobby began to slowly die down until they stopped doing it entirely. Memphis Malik never met his grandparents, both had passed long before he had any memories of them. Yet he knew this fact, and so many more about both of them. Mostly because they never shut the hell about it.

Memphis had no clue two people could be so bitter about not being able to birdwatch. Or that their only child had chosen to become a teacher instead of lawyers like they had been. Or really, everything under the sun. But since Memphis was a little kid, he could see both of his grandparents clear as day as if the two of them had never passed. And unfortunately for him, he could hear them too; and all the opinions that came with them.

Unfortunately for Memphis, they weren’t the only ones. His powers had activated earlier than most, or so his mother had told him. The ability to see and speak to the dead, an ability that was apparently not exclusive to their family. What seemed to be exclusive though was the rate at which they became ghosts. For as long as anybody could remember, every single Malik that passed away returned as a ghost. Forced to exist on this Earth until they lost any sense of themselves and were forced to be exorcized. That was apparently a unique Malik family trait. They all wanted something from the remaining Malik’s. Their exact ask changed from ghost to ghost but it all boiled down to one common desire: peace. Everyone wanted to move on, and that wasn’t something Memphis could help them do.

Despite this, growing up wasn’t terrible. Both of his parents supported Memphis and tried to keep the ghosts from bothering him too much. Sure, school was a nightmare when one of his ancestors would show up and scream at him to deliver a letter to a former loved one or to find a box hidden under a mattress and throw it away without looking at what was in it- gross - but overall, he had developed coping mechanisms and had his parents and his younger sister that helped him not only get through school - but medical school and residency too. 

Memphis couldn’t provide his family peace, so he wasn’t sure why he thought he could keep his forever. When his parents were taken from him, everything started falling apart. The worst part? His parents were right there as ghosts, watching him fall to pieces without being able to do anything about it. 

Now it was just Memphis and his little sister Clarissa, who so far hadn’t shown any signs of being a medium herself. Not yet, at least. But whatever his parents had been doing to distract the ghosts didn’t exist anymore, and for now the only person left to bear the brunt of this curse was Memphis. He may already be cursed, but he would be damned if he was going to become some lonely, trapped spirit like the rest of his family did. Most importantly, he refused to make Clary have to deal with it. So now it was on him to find a way to finally put an end to it.

Character Facts:

Personality: Friendly, exhausted, clueless, cautious, scatter-brained, distracted, paranoid

Memphis almost always wears large, noise-canceling headphones. They have become the most reliable way to tune out whatever member of his family had shown up to wreak havoc on his life. Unfortunately this also comes at the cost of him tending to block out the rest of the world as well

Memphis has spent his entire life trying to avoid his family’s spirits. So much so that he’s never really explored the other sides of the supernatural world in White Crest. 

Memphis has taken over sole custody of his twelve year old sister, Clary. She has basically become his entire world now, and he is entirely too dependent on her. She could use some space.

Between the ghosts constantly trying to grab his attention, the hospital, and caring for a twelve year old - Memphis is very tired. 

Something seems to keep his family members from expressing exactly how they died. Memphis is no expert on curses, but he’d say that was definitely suspicious.

While Memphis did finish med school, the death of his parents made things too difficult to continue his residency. He dropped out shortly after to focus on taking care of his sister.

[gnypromo-blog]

August 1st 2023;

A North Korean ship was spotted dead in the water outside the New York City harbor. The first two teams sent out to investigate disappeared without word, and eventually the Coast Guard towed the ship to shore. The moment that she landed, the outbreak started – hoards of the undead flooding from the rusted depths of the dead ship and spilling over onto the docks. Within a week the entire city had been overrun, forcing survivors into hiding inside and on top of buildings. Now, two weeks since the infection started, the power has finally gone out for the last time, fresh water is no longer being pumped through the pipes beneath the city, and the only movement in the streets are from the thousands of zombies that mill around waiting for something fresh and living to devour.

Trapped inside the historical twelve story apartment affectionately named “The Wexley”, known for it’s mishmash of architectural styles that somehow make it charmingly ugly, it’s residents are doing what they can to survive until help comes. Or until they’re forced to leave their fortress of glass and stone. All they know is that sooner or later it’s going to be time to say Goodbye to New York City

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[maytheoddshq]

Cyrene Meadowforge (she/her). Trainer. D1. Twenty-Five. Ayaka Miyoshi.

Cyrene Meadowforge was not born; she was made. 

A hand picked charity case straight out of an orphanage in District One, her name was changed to fit a theme, her purpose in life redirected with artful intent. It was not easy to make a spare seem like the opposite, like their own person, but Fleur and Myron Meadowforge masterfully handled the difficult task. Their first born daughter Cressida would do best with a friend her own age - or much better yet, a practical twin. 

So, they were raised together, played together, ate together and caused mischief together. Cressida with that air of bright lightness around her, blonde locks, rosy cheeks and lips. Cyrene with jet black hair and something more quiet, held back painting her aura with something decidedly heavier. Whatever the Meadowforges had hoped for came true, more so than just that. As children, even as young teenagers, the two of them were inseparable, even as a third joined their sisterhood, welcomed with open arms. 

The Academy, finally, was where their rather different personalities began to crystallise. 

Cyrene was no fan of the theatrics, the showmanship that some of the trainers funnelled into their classes. Her own style of fighting was elegant, though still almost clinical in its execution. A punch, kick, stab and slice all dealt calculated damage. Guns were professional, knives were personal. Blunt objects were good in a surprise attack, and no one brought a spear to a gunfight. Every single weapon and movement had its purpose, its strengths and weaknesses. Cyrene cared not for who she impressed, but what the results of her movements and decisions were. 

Cressida, however, excelled at showmanship. The 120th Hunger Games had her sister’s name written all over it. The sparkling diamond from District One who did not only take the Capitol in storm, but also the Arena. Cyrene watched the girl she’d grown up beside bring people to their knees with a mere look, others with sweetened words and yet another with empty promises. Theatrics suited her sister, though as Cyrene kept watching - and she watched every free second she got, intently and running on far too little hours of sleep - she noticed that Cressida’s image on screen wasn’t the one she was used to. There was something off, something almost a little fuzzy around the edges. 

She watched Cressida rise from the Arena victorious, but simultaneously realised that she wasn’t going to get the sister back that she’d sent off. 

Cyrene had never hated being right until the very moment that Cressida turned into Cress, the Capitol socialite and starlet leaving her behind in District One with their parents and younger sister. 

They didn’t not see one another, though from her victory onwards, what had once been a deep connection felt more shallow, drained of the joint experiences that had saturated their bond before. Cress and Cyrene lived wholly separate, wholly different lives now. 

The Games had taken something from her, warped it and given it back as an unreachable, cruelly tempting version. Her sister was right there, almost close enough to touch, but far away at the same time. Cyrene saw Cress on TV. Cress saw a camera lens. 

It was on her now, to find her own identity, no longer attached to someone at the hip. A spare set free, she found the world to be a different place than she’d been raised to believe. The Games weren’t glorious, the Capitol shiny and gleaming at the surface, but after a closer look the diamonds were made of glass, the golden jewellery nothing but gilded metal. 

There wasn’t much to be done with Cyrene’s dislike of the Games. That was, until The Vox gained steadily in popularity. At first there were only whispers, barely intelligible, drifting by on a breeze, but she managed to follow the crumbs of information until there was finally something tangible right in front of her. Fighting in Eleven, printed rebellious words on paper, executions in the Capitol. Cyrene could put her finger on something and follow the trail until she was finally at a place where felt like she belonged, making use of that Academy education for nothing other than the purpose of tearing it all down. 

And then, come 134, Callisto volunteered. Cyrene’s heart beat all the way up in her throat as she watched her youngest sister go up to that stage proudly, walk towards the other part of their trio that had never come back the same again. Knowing that she couldn’t let yet another loved one go to the Capitol and watch them change from afar, Cyrene begged her parents to get her a job in the Capitol, pleading and promising that no one was better fit to train the tributes from One than herself, if her grades in the Academy were anything to go by. 

Short discussions and long numbers on cheques later, Cyrene found herself on a train to the Capitol. 

Because money could buy many things - all in exchange for a soul. 

Three strengths and three weaknesses?

( + ) perceptive, methodical, loyal

( – ) closed off, cynical, critical

[unravellingsilencehq]

Dear destinguished allies,

It is with great sorrow that I find myself penning this corrispondance in responce to the fateful event a faughtnight ago.

While I am yet to receive word from the minister in respond to my letters regarding the growing situation, with their silence looms the notion that not everything is as clear as it may seem. Typically, those affected by lycanthropy often, if they are able to, have things in place to prevent attacks such as this happening. Leaving the ever looming question, who is the human behind the face of the wolf and furthermore what were they doing in diagon alley during a full moon.

It should come as no surprise when I write that it would be foolish to presume Voldemort does not have a hand to play in this ever changing game. Praying on the weak, scared and vulnerable, now more than before it is virtual to keep wits sharp and wands close at hand.

With that, I emplore you all to seek action. Acquaint yourselves with the victims, while offering them comfort piece together the evening from their perspective. Equally, befriending those close to them - if possible - to make note of their afflicted lycanthropy dentanies gained from the scratches. Be cautious as it may leave them anxious, aggrivated and seeking assistantance with the looming moon at the end of the month.

Of course the most important of all need it be said, is finding the anonymous werewolf before they cause more harm to others but equally to themselves. We will not be the only ones looking for them, but it is virtual that they do not fall into the wrong hands. Note their fur, their eyes from that night, their size. All curious points to start. I am appointing ANNABETH PEBWORTH [@unravellingannabeth] as the lead on this investigation with ARTHUR WEASLEY [@arthurweaslcys] as their second after their valiance during the equinox. Please seek their corrispondance for leadership. Be cautious my friends, I fear turbulent times lie ahead of us all.

May merlin keep you safe,

Albus Dumbledore

[londonfallingpromo]

2003 ♦ A treaty is signed between the elected leaders and the two major gangs of London. One group vows to be discreet, the other to leave them room to breathe. One group gains the civilians’ approval while the other thrives in the shadows. Just as good things must come to an end, no bad deed goes unpunished.

2023 ♣ No one knows how it ends up on the front cover of the Times, but the truth about the treaty is out and now obsolete to all parties involved. The criminals start to feel cramped, confined to a realm of shadow and darkness when they’ve done nothing but thrive for all these years. Made stronger by the agreement, they no longer need it to survive.

LONDON FALLING is an 18+ appless crime & political RP set on tumblr and focusing on the troubled lives of the city's inhabitants, from the upper reaches to the lower reaches of London. In London Falling, you can write criminals, politicians, civilians, media oriented characters and many more.

APPLY NOW with one of our skeletons, or OC slots 🔪 Accepting on Saturdays!

[wbpromoblog]

“Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐘𝐂. WorldBurn is an original character crime & roleplay group set in New York, exploring the corrupt underworld of the city. — Click the source link or on this blog’s icon to be redirected to our page!

ACCEPTING ON A ROLLING BASIS!

[archivelondonfalling-rpg]

WE’RE BACK for a second season ! AND our NEXT EVENT will be there SOON.

We have been posting a set of brand new skeletons over the course of the past week and some more will drop soon so keep your eyes on the blog !

LONDON FALLING is a crime and political RP focusing on the troubled lives of the city’s inhabitants, from the upper reaches to the lower reaches of London. In London Falling, you can write criminals, politicians, civilians, media oriented characters and many more.

We offer a wide variety selection of skeletons and roles

APPLY NOW with our skeletons or one of your OCs !

[manhattanselitead]

the upper east side was like something out of fitzgerald or thackery... 

...The drinks flow, party in full swing — All interrupted by a chorus of cell phones pinging for a notification. Every heart in the room drops and an all too familiar panic settles in. An unfortunate reality settles in as heads look among the crowd, attempting to find the culprit of the notification. After ten long years, the infamous anonymous blogger’s hiatus comes to an abrupt end... 

GOSSIPGIRL HAS SHARED A NEW POST.

membership in this community was so elite, you couldn’t even buy your way in.  

MANHATTANSELITEHQ is an OC RP, based upon skeletons directly inspired by the original Gossip Girl show and books, as well as the HBO reboot. 

IT WAS A BIRTH RIGHT.

[happiestplacehq]

TERENCE GOLD is twenty-seven years old. He is a Chemistry Student and Baker. He is the incarnation of Terence from the Disney film Disney Fairies.

+ Jolly, Optimistic, Sparkling - Jealous, Blunt, Rude

ABOUT TERENCE

Terence gold is a 22-year-old chemistry student at the University of Redwood Hollow, where he's at the top of his class. With an IQ of 210, his academic success comes naturally, but it’s also a way for him to distance himself from his troubled past. Terence was used by his parents to sell drugs when he was a child, and they even had him use substances to keep him docile. They’re now serving time in jail, but the scars of that upbringing still linger in Terence's life. Despite his dark past, Terence is known for his bright and bubbly personality. He’s openly gay and lives in a cozy apartment in Redwood, where he bakes up a storm in his free time. His pastries are as much a hit with the locals as his warm smile. He’s best friends with Tina Bell, a fellow student at the university who’s always there to lend an ear or share a laugh. The two of them are inseparable, and Tina often jokes that Terence’s cookies are the only thing keeping her sane during exam season. But Terence’s love life is a bit more complicated. He’s hopelessly in love with Henrik Hera, a gorgeous, athletic student who seems almost too good to be true. Henrik is kind and charming, and Terence can’t help but swoon every time they cross paths. However, Henrik is seemingly oblivious to Terence's feelings, which leaves Terence pining from afar. That doesn’t stop Terence from enjoying life, though. He had a brief fling with Hunter, a handsome and carefree guy who’s always up for some fun. It wasn’t love, but it was what Terence needed—a reminder that he deserves to feel good and enjoy life. Terence’s story is one of resilience and finding joy despite a dark past. His love for chemistry, baking, and the people in his life keeps him going, even when things get tough. And who knows? Maybe one day, Henrik will finally see Terence for the amazing person he is.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

Terence is gay

CONNECTIONS

Tina Bell - Close friend and best pest. Henrik Hera - Terence's Boyfriend.

Terence is currently unavailable. His faceclaim is Lee Jong Suk.

[erlangs]

of the belief that we need to start bringing back the rise of writing apps for rps

[here-is-boston-hq-rpg]

BOSTON (link here) is a Dominant, Switch, and Submissive alternate universe Discord roleplay set in Boston, Massachusetts.

Experience the vibrant roleplay community in BOSTON, where we celebrate original characters that are Dominant, Switch, and Submissive in a slice-of-life setting. Our semi-appless application process makes it easy to join, and we prioritize long-term character development to enrich your storytelling journey. With a moderate activity level, our threads typically feature posts ranging from 100 to 400 words, showcasing our commitment to grammatical precision. We conduct monthly activity checks to ensure engagement and provide various tasks and events designed to foster character growth. We invite individuals aged 21 and older, along with their 21+ muses and face claims, to become a part of our welcoming community.

As individuals transition into puberty, they develop a biological urge to explore the dynamics of submission, dominance, or switching. This exploration is a natural part of their growth and self-discovery. Throughout their middle and high school years, students engage in educational sessions that focus on critical topics such as consent, scene negotiation, BDSM concepts, and aftercare. These sessions provide them with valuable tools to understand and manage these feelings in a safe and healthy manner. Suppressing these urges results in progressively uncomfortable symptoms, and there’s currently no medication available to ease them.

When someone turns 18, they are given a special stone that represents their identity as either Dominant (royal blue), Submissive (forest green), or Switch (turquoise). This identity is displayed through a unique ring design that can be changed whenever they wish, while the stone consistently symbolizes their authentic self.

Step into the vibrant life of Boston! What experiences are in store for you?

[mistycarolina]

MISTY MOUNTAIN, CAROLINA -

In a sleepy little corner of the state of CAROLINA, nestled into the elevation, lies a mysterious town called MISTY MOUNTAIN. For as long as its history has been written, folk tales, myths, and monsters have haunted its origins - but this year, 1989, something else seems to be brewing beneath the surface. Is it the end of the decade bringing about the change? Some kind of curse? Or, maybe it's all a part of the plan. There’s a MYSTERY brewing at the center of it all, of MURDERED SOULS, and MINDS LOST. It's not uncommon for the town under the mountain, but this time it could be enough to throw the entire Mountain into the FIERY RINGS OF HELL – if someone doesn’t get to the bottom of it all, at least. Can our merry gang of Misty Mountaineers do it, or will they die trying? Who knows. But don’t you want to be here to find out?

MISTY CAROLINA is a southern gothic skeleton RP, set in the fictional town of Misty Mountain, Carolina. It is inspired by media such as Sharp Objects, Until Dawn, The Quarry, Twin Peaks, Riverdale, Stranger Things, and much more. The story is up to the CAST MEMBERS to decide as they play to solve the main-game mystery with their fellow writers – just keep in mind that anything could happen. Headaches, heartbreaks, boastful little victories, and even DEATH. It’s your call, so… try to make the right one. There are no do-overs in Misty Mountain.

join the cast.

[wisteriaspromotes]

it was supposed to be an open and shut case.

At least that’s what the Fairview Police Department said of local resident Audre Thompson’s suicide last spring. 

April 30, 2024.

They saw a self inflicted gunshot wound and declared it another case of a desperate woman committing a desperate act.

But now, months later, a recently surfaced blackmail note has been called into question. 

June 10, 2024.

Who sent it? Is that what drove a seemingly content and happy housewife to end her life in such a manner? And might her neighbors and loved ones know that the authorities don’t?

when one of their very own ends up dead, the residents of wisteria lane start to think maybe this wasn’t the case of a lonely housewife choosing to end it all. audrey thompson may be dead, but her secrets as well as her relationships continue from beyond the grave

tldr: wisteriashq is an appless oc rp set in the world of desperate housewives. murder. secrets. lies. affairs. 

ALL ONE ONE STREET.

[maytheoddshq]

Cade Bentley (he/him). District Six. Bartender. 26. Brenton Thwaites.

Cade Bentley used to know power, luxury, privilege. He was fluent in the language of old money and a master navigator of high-powered politics. As a Bentley he was born into it, a fluid gold expected to someday learn from the gems and precious metals of people he flowed between to form himself into something befit for a jewel on the Six-Capitol crown.

Cade, however, never had interest in becoming anything. He rather preferred the liminal spaces between the glorified, where he could fill in the gaps and still get into all the right parties, know the right people, find the right drugs to keep the fun going. 

It didn’t come from nowhere, he knew that– but his father’s company, Bentley Industries, was the backbone of Six’s industry, a critical component of the Capitol’s ability to keep its nation the right amount of connected. He supposed the fountain of cash was not bottomless, hypothetically, but so long as the Capitol was, so Bentley Industries would be. In his early twenties, though, the pressure started to mount on him to figure out a direction for his life, for the molten riches within him to begin to cool into his own glorious form. The issue was, Cade was happy like this. Parties, women, men, drugs, cash to blow. Who wouldn’t be? Reluctantly, he took up a role as a stylist in the Games. He had enough connections to bullshit his way through it, and once the tributes were in the Games, he’d be in the clear to do whatever and access Games-exclusive fun. It wasn’t like Six ever won. For a little while, it seemed to work. Paying actual starving artist designers under the table to do his work who needed the cash, attending the occasional meeting, and like magic, he’s off the hook and can do his own thing. Then his father died. Had the fucking audacity to have a heart attack, the bastard, and to leave the entirety of Bentley Industries in Cade’s hands, his only heir, naming him CEO of a national powerhouse company at the ripe old age of 26. It was the first time in Cade’s life he ever felt stress like this. Within days he was drowning in the paperwork, and drowning in his complicated grief. Within months, the company started to take a sharp downturn, and he asked for help in a fellow socialite he thought he could trust to go in with it on him, fairly, fifty-fifty. Business is cutthroat. Selene Honeybell swindled him out of any controlling shares, money, inheritance, control, power, and while his name still, technically, was in association with Bentley Industries, Selene Honeybell was the new puppetmaster. Cade Bentley had nothing. He was homeless, districtless, skilless. He was dirty rainwater running through the gutters of the Capitol streets, formless and helpless to the direction he was being swept. It seemed he was deposited at Everett’s doorstep. Everett showed him a kindness that he barely understood. It didn’t come with the usual language of kindness, not the motherly type or the good samaritan type. The type that offered up his couch, occasional packets of noodles, and more often than once finding themselves in each other’s beds– though to what end, neither of them seemed to want to think about or know. It was simpler that way.

At first, he took the space, finally, to breathe. Process. Grieve. It became evident very quickly, however, that he couldn’t expect Everett’s hospitality to last long. He had little money to pay in rent or groceries (though he tried to pitch in), he had no purpose anymore to keep him occupied, and when they were around each other this often, there was the same weird undercurrent that had remained in stasis for a couple of years now as to what they meant to one another. They looked out for each other, but they fought and thought so differently, but they shared Everett’s bed more than Cade went to the couch.

He had to leave. He’d planned it, but told no one. He waited until Everett’s breathing had dropped off into deep sleep one night, standing and carefully gathering his few items from around the apartment that he thought wouldn’t wake him. It didn’t even take twenty minutes for Cade to then be on the next train to Six. 

Six he understood a little better. He knew who to talk to to find jobs. At first they were small ones, simple ones though not at all lacking in their difficulty. Cade didn’t excel at these– he jumped between them a lot. What it did do, though, was introduce him to a host of people at Six’s underbelly, and the types of work where the real money would come. What Cade lacked in intelligence, he made up for in looks and a general lack of self-preservation, favored traits in the kind of work the underground powerful needed done. It went on like this for a year. At first, it was easy cash, Cade could slip in and out of contact. The grip they had on him, though, wound around him quietly, without him noticing. The jobs got a little more complex, the asks bigger– and the pay higher. It was only once he started questioning if he could really do some of the tasks given to him that he realized how tangled in Six’s criminal networks he was now, that to even test the bindings now cinched tight around him could get him killed.

He was stuck. The 132nd Games came and passed, shortly after he was taken into an office and given a talk as though he was receiving a promotion. Or… maybe he was? He wasn’t sure. He had a spot as the bartender on the inside of the Tower for the coming Games, the perfect spot to collect intel and run their drug hustle– among other things they’d ask of Cade. He was perfect for the job, celebrity enough to be right at home in the Capitol, he knew the ropes of the Tower from his time as a stylist there, but low profile enough he’d be perceived as harmless. He could get anything– or anyone– in or out of that Tower. His role starts with a bang at the 132nd Victor’s Ball. He both dreads being back, and is relieved to get some distance from the organized crime life in Six. Besides, bartenders make good tips and sometimes get to bring pretty people home. It could be worse, as he was often reminded these days. Cade is ambivalent about the Games these days. He used to find them fun and intriguing, and sometimes he still enjoys the atmosphere of it all in the Capitol, but he’s gone lukewarm on them since being up close with the tributes– and his unnamed closeness with Everett. He’s quite charismatic, boisterous, and outgoing, but he can be reckless, shortsighted, and cowardly.

PENNED BY: KAYE

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE ADVOCATE get what he deserves?”  He was NEUTRAL & is sadly DECEASED.“

— he walked through the world as ;

name → Booker Bagnold pronouns → he/him identification → cis-male year of birth → 1957-1958 face claim → jordan bolger blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → heterosexual occupation → representative for the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures future information → n/a deceased  → 31st October 1982

— he was best described as ;

The EARTHY smell of heavy RAIN hitting dirt, mixed with SWEETNESS of freshly cut FLOWERS and the warm secent of PARCHEMENT. He is the ECLECTIC music playing from a RECORD as an echoing laugh brings joy to the room. He is the CARING & LOYAL shoulder to cry on, offering SUPPORT & ENCOURGEMENT. The OPTIMISM of those ready to break the mould, INSPIRING those around him to strive for GREATNESS.

— his story started with ;

Booker Bagnold was a truly remarkable individual, whose kind and loyal nature endeared him to all who had the pleasure of knowing him. His heart was so deep and giving that it was impossible for him to stop spreading inspiration wherever he went. The younger child of MILLICENT BAGNOLD [mother], the then-Senior Undersecretary to The Minister for Magic, and Rutherford Bagnold, a wizarding tech genius, Booker's childhood was one of pure bliss. Although his older brother, HARRISON BAGNOLD [sibling], was a bit of a brooder and didn't spend much time with him, Booker still held him in high regard. They lived in a modern home in Wimbledon, and Booker cherished his room – his safe space – which had a breathtaking view of the green belt that ran behind their house. He would spend hours gazing out the window, watching the animals frolic in the forest and occasionally catching sight of a magical creature. The Bagnold family had a penchant for travel, and they frequently embarked on adventures to international Quidditch games and Millicent's birthplace in Ireland.

During the summer holiday before Booker was set to embark on his first year at Hogwarts, he vividly recalled a conversation with Harrison. The latter was preparing for an event, and let out a heavy sigh before revealing that when he was Booker's age, their parents were hardly ever present in his life. Unlike Booker, he was compelled to attend numerous events and they never went on any trips together. However, Harrison pointed out that their parents had a complete change of heart after Booker's birth. Booker, being the compassionate person he was, tried to consolidate him, but despite his efforts Harrison vehemently disagreed, insisting that their parents simply loved Booker more. Unfortunately, this remark struck a chord with Booker, and he began to feel guilty for how his parents treated him. Booker began to blame himself for Harrison not having the same childhood experiences as him and became more in on himself in their presence, declining their offers to enjoy himself instead standing by his brother’s side dutifully in the hope to make it up to him.

Sorted into Hufflepuff, he was ushered to his dorm deep within the castle. It was there that he met his soon-to-be best friend, EDWARD TONKS [best friend], they connected instantly and their friendship stayed strong throughout Hogwarts and into adulthood. Being a loyal friend, along with his disliking of injustice, Booker often found himself standing up for Ted against bullies like RABASTAN LESTRANGE [adversary] and his group of friends, CAIUS BURKE [adversary], XERXES ZABINI [adversary], AURELIA ROOKWOOD [adversary] and KERVENS BORGIN [adversary]. His stance and advocacy lead to him making other friends along the way including ELIZABETH BRAITHWAITE [close friend], MARIANNE MACMILLAN [friend], LAURENCE ABBOTT [friend], and CELIA ABBOTT [friend/potential love interest]. But he found a real friend in LANA CROUCH [best friend] though his interests. He saw a lot of himself in Lana, she was a bright girl lost in a big family trying to find her way, which he noticed she did when she began taking an interest in magical creatures, much to Booker’s delight. When he wasn’t caring for magical creatures in the forest with Hagrid or reading up on them in the library with Lana, he was pouring himself over Celia, their relationship blossoming into something more than just a friendship.

Booker Bagnold's infatuation with Celia lingered beyond the walls of Hogwarts, and into their twenties. Meanwhile, Booker's passion for magical creatures had paid off, and he landed a position in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures alongside Lana, and it wasn’t long before Booker found himself in the being division which dealt with magical creatures that possessed human-like intellect, including werewolves, vampires, giants, and centaurs. However, Booker was quickly disillusioned by the rampant discrimination he encountered in the wizarding community towards these creatures. He was appalled by the way his colleagues, like WALDEN MCNAIR [adversary] treated injured werewolves and altered centaur testimonies to fit the wizarding community's expectations. These creatures were sentient beings who deserved to be treated with respect and dignity, and Booker reported these incidents to Aurors such as HESTIA JONES [acquaintance] and barristers like RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE [acquaintance]. Unfortunately, their responses were unsatisfactory, always too busy to listen to him and tied up in other projects. Soon Booker realised that he needed to take more drastic measures to aid magical beings in the wizarding community. 

Fortunately, his mother had been appointed Minister for Magic at this time, and he arranged a meeting with her to voice his concerns and suggestions. While she was receptive, she requested that Booker gather the signatures required for the Wizengamot to consider a law that prohibited the discrimination of magical beings in the wizarding community. She warned him that not everyone would share his views, and he would need to gather a significant number of signatures. Booker began by approaching his colleagues, but while some refused to sign, such as Walden, while others signed without hesitation. He then turned to his friends, including Celia. To his surprise, Celia disagreed with his views, which caused their budding romance to falter. Despite this setback, Booker remained committed to his mission to make the wizarding community more inclusive, collecting as many signatures as he could. The night of the Halloween ball in 1982 is when Booker's tale came to its tragic end. Booker moved through the ballroom with vigour, trying to persuade as many guests as possible to sign his petition. The pure-bloods snarled at him, and those who were aware of his intentions avoided him. His brother, was particularly angry at Booker bringing his petition, snatching it from him and ripping it up in front of his very eyes. 

Enraged, Booker fled the ballroom, smacking into Rabastan Lestrange upon his exit to the balcony by mistake. Always game for a fight, Rabastan quickly dug his teeth into Booker, mocking him and his cause and a wand battle broke out between the two. As Rabastan wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, Booker noticed something change in his face. Before Booker could even call for help, Rabastan cast a spell that tore a ferocious, werewolf-like gash through his chest. The world fell silent as he tumbled over the balcony railing, with the wind rushing past him and screams echoing through the air, narrowly missing MARLENE MCKINNON [potential love interest] who he had hoped to meet later that evening for a kiss and a dance in the darkness. After his untimely death, Rabastan framed SILAS CRUMP [acquaintance] for the murder. As the mystery surrounding Booker's death unfolded, his petition lay neglected on Harrison’s desk, pieced back together, gathering dust as the ink slowly faded from its pages. Would his legacy perish with him, or would someone pick up the mantle of his cause, fighting for the rights and equality of creatures in the wizarding world?

— he was a LEVEL 5 WIZARD & is now at peace ;