Charming is a Victorian Era Harry Potter roleplay set primarily in the village of Hogsmeade, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the non-canon village of Irvingly. Characters of all classes, both magical and muggle — and even non-human! — are welcome.

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    News
    11.21 A glimpse at post-move changes.
    11.13 This news is not at all big. Do not bother with it.
    11.10 Election update!
    11.07 We have Posting Wizards!
    11.06 A big announcement...
    11.04 Happy AC day!
    11.03 Banner time!
    11.03 Welcome to November!
    10.29 October is waning...
    10.17 Election 1887 campaign ledgers are up!
    10.16 Kayte's changed her (Charming) face!
    10.10 Congrats to September's PW winners Olive and Miri!
    10.03 An update on the Hogwarts ban...
    10.01 It's now October~
    09.30 The AC Approaches
    09.24 We have new Wenches!
    November 1887
     
        
     
    Stacey Livingstone
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    Charming Victorian App (Stacey Livingstone)


    Full Name: Stacey Livingstone
    Nicknames: “The Pianist”
    Birthdate: February 29th 1856
    Current Age: 31 Years
    Occupation: Pianist
    Reputation: 4
    Residence: Bartonburg
    Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
    Wand: Aspen, 12", sturdy, thestral tail hair
    Blood Status: Halfblood
    Social Class: Middleclass
    Appearance:
    Stacey stands at 6’6 weighing 195lbs with an athletic build focusing on his upper body. Right-handed, he fits a typical Englishman with brown hair and chestnut eyes. While he is from the middle-class, he can be found mainly in dress slacks, dress shirt, and a vest. His fashion is highly influenced in his profession of being a pianist and needing to dress well. While his clothing is kept in great care, his shoes often have scuffs on them. Despite being male, he is very concerned about his appearance and takes extra care to keep a positive appearance. Stacey’s hair is kept short but as it grows there is a bit of curl to it and turns into waves the longer it gets.


    History:
    1856-1866 The Early Years
    Raised in a muggle community it was a bit of a surprise when Stacey was sent an acceptance letter into Hogwarts considering he never showed any particular magical talent. While early magical talent might have been overlooked at an older age it became apparent that he had a knack of using a bit of magic while playing the piano. At the young age of four, his musical talents were noticed and he could often be found plunking on a piano. With lessons and age the complexity of his musical abilities grew. Never having told his family, he knew that the reason why he was able to play the piano so well had to do partly with having this extra sense about him that just made him feel a bit more special.


    1867-1874 The Hogwart Years
    Sorted into Hufflepuff, Stacey spends seven years at Hogwarts gathering an education and honing in on his magical skills. His earlier years at Hogwarts had a bit of a struggle using his wand but in later years there was a more natural knack of using magic without flashing around his wand but with small subtle movements and nonverbal spells. Overall his grades were rather average never excelling in one area or another, Stacey believed most of this to be because of his mixed blood and never thought more about it. Tension did run in the family when it was revealed one of his parents had magic, but by the time he graduated Hogwarts Stacey abandoned his own family in hopes to pursue all his talents and to suck the marrow of life from any experience he could get.


    1874-1878 Attended New England Conservatory in Boston
    After spending seven years taking classes in a magical community, Stacey wanted to give a tribute to his other half of his heritage and continue to learn more musically in the muggle community. Leaving England, he traveled to the United States of America and was enrolled in the New England Conservatory in Boston. There he thrived as a pianist and began to carve a name for himself due to his entrancing performances while playing the piano. Unbeknownst to the muggles around him, a bit of magic was flourished from his body as he played the piano. In a competition he won a chance to play with the orchestra where he played Brahms Piano Concerto No 1.


    1880-1884 Travel
    After spending four years in Boston studying the use of magic through music, Stacey leaves the United States and heads back to Europe where be begins a tour playing with different orchestras across Britain, France, Germany and into Russia. Playing in a range of locations and venues, Stacey brought a valued name to the wizard community and played for a range of famous wizards. His magical abilities continued to grow through the playing of the piano and often audiences would say they could hear an orchestra playing along with him if he was alone on stage. With his growing popularity with the wizard community, Stacey began spending more time playing just for wizards until the weight of fame grew to a point he was being pestered too much with mail requests for special appearances. Needing a chance to rest from four years of fame and travel, he soon settles down into a highly muggle community to seek much needed rest.


    1885-Current Poplar Pianist
    In 1885 Stacey is hired as a pianist in Poplar, lucky for him after so many years diving deep into the magical community again, his name is less known and he is able to play for pleasure while accompanying choirs in the rugged part of town. Keeping a low profile for the moment, he is still working his own magic each and every time he plays the piano. Owls still deliver fan mail and requests for him to play at different gatherings, some to which he does play on an occasion but his eyes of late have been monitoring changes going on within the magical community. On occasion there is some correspondence between him and his family but for the most part Stacey has ventured off into his life holding as few strings attached to himself as possible, or at least strings that aren’t attached to a piano.


    Sample Roleplay Post: [At least a paragraph]
    The cobblestone road was warm under the leather-like sole's of Claire's bare feet and each striding step she took as she ran her foot would curve with the round rocks as if she was just water weaving away like a babbling brook on the streets of Poplar. A tangled mess of frizzy hair bounced and bobbled down the lane as a twirl and jump in the streets sprang from the agile body trying to touch a down-feather drifting in the air far beyond the child's reach. In the distance, the sound of a boat's call echoed through the streets proclaiming its departure from the docks heading a warning to smaller craft manned by just oars. On the docks her Papa was sure to be found and maybe one of her older siblings as well but for the time being there was only one thing in the world that mattered, it was soon to be the practice time for the pianist and the mystery of what tunes they would play today was one of wonder and excitement.


    Stopping briefly at the change of streets, the frizzled hair bounced side to side as Claire's head turned looking for any traffic that might hinder her. With safety ahead, the feet pattered against the road and smaller thuds to the steps that were soon bounded up in pairs. Leaning back while pulling open the old Gothic door open, the smell of old tickled her nose and dainty steps bouncing from one set of toes to the other as Claire snuck her way into a pew. Two hands held the top of the pew in front of her and a little nose peaked over the top as the first chords were struck with fingers. So many sounds came from the stoic figure playing but as the music grew in intensity. The once stoic figure relaxed and their arms embellished the strike of the keys as if they were the clapper of a mighty bell. Sinking back into the pew, the nose and fingers retreated away as the child soon was laying down on the old wood closing her eyes listening to the story being told.


    A trickling of keys sounded like the rolls of waves on water and the clap of the foot pedal was that of an oar slapping its way down into the water pulling her further into the rolling waves. She couldn't exactly see the water, the sight was so dark but a sparkle in the song here and there was as if there was a flickering lantern guiding the way. The music continued to fill her and soon she could almost imagine a castle, one that stood the greatest of wars but still had a beauty about it that could leave her breathless. Note after note sung from the piano and further and further into the imagination of a young child Claire drifted away.


    For some reason, one that she couldn't ever figure out, Claire opened her eyes and the vision of owls came into focus. Staying still, the circling of the birds in the air was a majestic thing to see in action. It was almost as if they were called into the room, the way the wings were spread out and gliding along to the music was as if the pianist was a piper of sorts summoning their children. White owls, brown owls, spotted owls, owls that had a mix of colors and of all sizes flew in and Claire's fingers and nose were soon peaking over the edge of the pew again watching them swoop one by one dropping what looked like envelopes onto the lid of the piano as the pianist continued to play. Of all the times Claire had slipped in and listened to the pretty music, a sight like this was never seen before through her eyes.


    The indescribable sight continued on as the different owls flew out one by one and the pile of envelopes on the instrument grew in numbers as the flying symphony of owls diminished to just the sporadic sputtering of a very small owl whose wings rustled like they needed to be oiled carrying an envelope far too big for its body. Expecting to see the owl follow suit with the other ones, it instead circled back and right towards the small spy until eye and eye held the reflection of the other within it. The envelope dropped onto the pew in front of Claire and at the same moment, the last note of the song was abruptly played.


    ”You should open that.” The pianist's voice melted in a crooning style. The distinct sound of the release of the piano pedal thud like a loud heartbeat as the fingers on the pew paled. Peaking over the edge just slightly the address could be seen on the letter, an address that was not just the location of the building, but the pew and a name that was in a penmanship almost as beautiful as the sights and sounds that had just transpired. ”It won't be the last you will see, life will be different now.” The pianist pulled out a stick, a bit thicker and darker than the conductor's she had watched in the same place, and with a sweeping motion the envelopes that had piled on top of the piano were floating in the air like giant flakes of snow in a globe and flew into a stacking pile in the air before landing in the pianist's talented hands. Looking at the envelope one last time with her name on it one thought just swirled within the young child's mind, how did the pianist do what he did?


    OOC:
    Name: Logan
    Age: 18+
    Contact: PM
    Other Characters: Claire de Luna
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    after a splinching incident in july 1884, aldous walks with a cane and pronounced limp.
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    set by breezey