Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

Name: Relisasha Raviina Le Roi (prefers to be called Rel, Rella, or (exclusively for family members) Ravii)

Name of Hogwarts or Elsewhere Character: Cyber Deidre Sable

Birthdate: July 16, 1959

Year: Fourth

Hometown: San Francisco, California

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Previous Education: Homeschooled by Muggle Mother and Pureblood Father, Katherine Rae and Baldric Le Roi, until the age of 9. Homeschooling was continued every weekend by paternal uncle and guardian, Caleb Le Roi.

Biography:
Five years, to the day. That much time had passed ever since Rel had lost both her parents in a car accident she survived. Five years to the day, since she had lived in the empty Le Roi manor that same, fateful day, before receiving a letter from her Grandfather that said he'd sent for her still-single paternal uncle to become her guardian and private tutor. Her uncle had arrived an hour afterwards, but the fact of him teaching her some of the things he knew from the healing arts and his presence did not make the estate any less empty, nor did they make her feel any less hollow.

Four years and a week since her 16-year-old (and eldest) maternal male cousin (and most trusted friend), who, without her knowledge, had been eying her since her seventh birthday party, finally made a move. A rather forceful move. She had tried to stop him but every time she did, he'd just slapped her and told her to "shut up, she'll like this, she just needed to shut up," never once stopping in his harassment. When he was finally done, he left her crying and bleeding and bruised, her cheeks feeling hot and raw from the several slaps she'd endured, and warm and wet from the tears that had spilled down them.

Three years, ten months, and a week since that same cousin came back for seconds while her uncle was working at the hospital. She'd shoved him away and firmly told him to "get out of her house" before he could so much as place a finger on her. When he'd insisted on staying, she'd done something she never expected to actually do: she set his clothes on fire. By simply smacking his hands off her with a deadly glare, wishing with all her heart that he would just burn. And he did. But he'd survived, had taken his shirt off and stomped the flames down, calling her a witch, then fleeing. She'd felt guilty afterwards. Guilty that the asshole hadn't died. The day after she'd found out that he'd called the cops on her, accusing her of attempted murder by setting fire to his clothes with just her hands. He was sent to a madhouse soon afterwards.

Three years, a month, and a week since she enrolled at Salem.

Three years and a month since she had entered the school's walls as the girl she was now: cold, indifferent, apathetic.

Her three years at Salem had flown by in a blur she didn't even try to make sense of. She could detect a few clearer ones, those of her so-called "friends," who she made sure never got close enough to her to create another crack in her vulnerable, sensitive soul.

Now, it was July 30 again. The day her parents died. Rel was quietly sitting beside their tombstones, contemplating her life and what she had become. She hadn't really grown to her parents' expectations (a compassionate, warm-hearted, bright-eyed girl), but she never strayed from what they wanted her to be either (a levelheaded girl who saw everyone as equals and cared for anyone and everyone around her, spreading the magic of her healing hands and smiles). That latter part was most probably not going to happen, Rel decided.

In a month, she'd go back to Salem as a fourth year. She'd never heard from her aforementioned cousin again - never even planned to find out if he'd already died in his tiny cell or if he was still screaming at the guards, claiming to be sane. In the eyes of the Muggle law and medicine, he wasn't. But she never bothered to sign some papers to let him out - He was better off there, she always told herself. She knew it was the right decision to keep him there, away from her.

But back to Salem, she firmly told herself, not wanting to dwell on that worthless Muggle she used to call "cousin" and "friend." (Rel didn't have anything against Muggles; just that one Muggle.) Rel hoped she would be accepted into the Knight Society to become a healer in the future. Like her Uncle Caleb. As a healer, she could put on a seemingly-sincere smile a fake twinkle of hope in her eyes for the patient she'd be tending. As a healer, she could be as cold and indifferent as she wanted, for if she showed any emotional attachments, it would be a sign of weakness. And she would never be weak - Ever. AGAIN.

Something had changed in her after almost burning her cousin to death; the happy, carefree little girl of so long ago had turned into a cold, indifferent girl who was distrustful of anyone and everyone. Rel was quite satisfied that the naive little girl was no more. But what she didn't know, was that that little girl was simply waiting in the depths of her soul, waiting for the right opportunity to make herself known, to show to the world that she wasn't so heartless and apathetic as she seemed to be.

Sample Roleplay:
What were partner projects about anyway?

Simon wasn't a loner, but he loathed any type of assignment that required him to team up with anyone. In his book, the only truly trustworthy student was himself. So naturally, when he'd been instructed to team of with a classmate and turn in a research report on the Muggle-American Civil War, Simon had been rather disappointed.

The library that afternoon was deserted aside from Simon and his partner. Before them lay a plethora of textbooks. Wars: Old and New by Kevin Torvalt. When You Say Civil... by Emma Jean. Each book was old and worn even more than the last. In a way, it was almost impressive that the books had lasted this long and still been put to such good use. Simon figured that there weren't many things for which that could be said.

Simon leafed through a copy of Understanding America by Harvey Wires, sighing heavily as each page flipped over on top of itself. He wondered what the student next to him was thinking. He was thinking that this was a drag. These books were probably boring beyond belief, despite their interesting appearance. The library was stuffy from the heat outside. Finally growing too bored from the text, Simon slammed the book shut and sat upright.

"How about I write the essay and stuff? You can just put your name on it. Sound good?"

Sample Roleplay Response:
Rel had been quietly reading one of the books she and her partner had taken down from the shelves, not paying any attention to anything else other than the words, taking note of which details could be used in their essay. When her partner, Simon, slammed the book closed (She held back a wince, hoping the fragile papers didn't tear) and spoke, she didn't even lift her head or avert her eyes from the page she was reading as she responded, "I prefer to contribute something other than my name for this assignment, Simon. But if you plan on doing this by yourself, you might as well have asked to be your own partner."

Finally, she glanced at him, long enough to say, "So I suggest you pick up another book and try again," before going back to the book in her hands.