Character Name: Professor Gwyneth Jones
Age: 27 years old
Ability: Patronus
How was this ability developed? Gwyneth, like most sixth years, learned how to cast a Patronus in her Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Though she has rarely used it for anything more than sending quick messages, she likes to cast it every so often to make sure she still knows how. Her Patronus is in the shape of a charging bull.
RPG sample: Hogwarts, 1963Gwyneth stomped her foot heavily in frustration. She had been trying to cast a Patronus for the last half hour, and though almost everyone else had at least managed to make theirs appear and linger for a few minutes, she hadn't even made the silvery smoke emitting from the tip of her wand turn into anything remotely shaped like an animal.
"Damn this!" she swore, silently stringing together plenty of profanities under her breath to express her anger.
"Ms. Jones," the professor chided, "language."
"Sorry, professor," Gwyneth said. After he had moved away to help a pair of Ravenclaw girls, she quietly added, "not."
There was a deep laugh behind her, and she turned around in time to see Marcurius strolling towards her, his St. Bernard Patronus happily strolling along beside him with its tongue lolling around. Gwyneth smiled at Marcurius, and then sneered as the Patronus started licking her hand.
"Okay Mr. Incredible, you're just showing off now."
Marcurius just laughed again, then waved his wand and dissipated his Patronus.
"You're trying too hard, love, you have to relax. Be happy."
"I am happy!" Gwyneth almost yelled. Marcurius' smile faltered, and she sighed. "I'm sorry. I am happy, and I'm trying, I'm just frustrated is all."
"Look," Marcurius instructed. "Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. The rest will follow."
Gwyneth narrowed her eyes at him, skeptical, but once he nodded his head encouragingly at her she complied with his instructions. Closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, Gwyneth tried thinking of her happiest memory. She had tried plenty before; her family on holiday in Rome, playing Quidditch with her siblings at their grandparents house during the summer, spending time in Hogsmeade with her mates. She loved all these memories, sure, but there was one that made her the happiest of all. The one she still got butterflies when she thought of it.
Smiling, and with her eyes still closed, she raised her wand.
"
Expecto Patronum!"
Slowly opening only one eye, Gwyneth was shocked to see a large bull, its nostrils pierced, running around the room. It ran through the professor and the two Ravenclaw girls, who both screamed, before coming to a halt in front of Gwyneth. She locked eyes with her Patronus for a moment before it started to dissolve. Within another second, it was gone.
"Wow," Marcurius said. "Nice. Would have never thought it was a bull. I always imagined you having something fluffy and cute like a cat or gerbil or-- oww!"
Gwyneth had playfully punched him in the arm. "Shut up."
They smiled at one another for a moment, sharing "a look."
"By the way, what memory did you use?" he asked.
Gwyneth smiled again and kissed him on his cheek. "You'll never know." And with that, she cast the spell again and again.
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Character Name: Professor Gwyneth Jones
Age: 27 years old
Ability: Empath (a variation of Seer)
How was this ability developed? There was a rumor that Gwyneth’s great aunt was a Seer, but aside from that there is no explanation for how her ability came to be. It started around the age of 13, suggesting that it began with the onset of puberty. Over the years it has grown stronger and less overwhelming, but over the past year Gwyn has been practicing turning it off or focusing it on one person in a crowd.
RPG sample: Gwyneth took a large bite of toast, her eyes scanning across the Great Hall in the dingy early morning light. She hated being up this early, but seeing as there were barely ten students in the room it was a good time to practice her ability without the overwhelming mass of hormone soaked teenagers clouding up her senses. Gwyn could feel the general mood of the people assembled: drowsy. It was barely seven o’clock, so everyone there had just woken up. That was the drawback, but if she sifted enough…
She looked at a girl at the Hufflepuff table. Focusing solely on the girl, she inhaled deeply, and then exhaled slowly. Suddenly, a feeling like warmth overcame all the sleepiness and Gwyneth felt more awake. She reveled in this feeling for a few minutes, glad to actually feel awake, and then pushed herself back. Suddenly she felt drowsy again, and instead focused her attentions on a group of Ravenclaw boys. She could feel their puffery, each trying to outshine the other. It felt similar to the Alpha Male sensations she garnered from animals competing for a mate, and she couldn’t help but crack a smile.
As Gwyneth tucked into her oatmeal her eyes scanned the Gryffindor table. No earlier rises there, apparently. She looked across the hall to the Slytherin table, where a young boy was silently reading a book. She focused in on him, and she felt very sad. Lonely. Even though he looked busy reading, his emotions betrayed him. Gwyneth looked on him with pity, and then withdrew back to her own feelings.