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Trystan G Blackwood

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Trystan Geoffrey Blackwood
Gender: Male
Age: 32

Education: 
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - 11-18
Selwyns Academy of Further Education - 18-22

Residence:
London

Occupation
Owns an obscure bookshop with some very specialist books

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
Nope

Requested Magic Levels:
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  • Charms: 9
  • Divination: 7
  • Transfiguration: 10
  • Summoning: 6
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Penelope Wynovain, Evander Ellux, Elidir Medraut, Jenay Beauchamp et al

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

"Don't you think it would be better if you found yourself a ladyfriend Trys" He rolled his eyes and took another spoonful from the bowl in his right hand. "Mother, If I've told you once, I must had told you a thousand times. If I happen to find someone, it happens. Im going to go and actively prowl like some drooling ape. You should know me better than that" his voice was firm but tired. He and his mother had had this conversation countless times previously.

If it didn't cause him so much pain he wondered whether he would be able to laugh it off. But the pain was no less fresh than the day he lost Cal's 6 years ago. He was just fine as he was. Him, Pillios and his books back at home.

Monthly dinners at his parents house were something that had happened forever, ever since he had moved out and gone to University. He loved them both dearly of course. Trystan wasn't indifferent to his parents, far from it. His childhood had been happy, normal. His school career sucessful, entertaining at times. Joshua had been immensely proud to finally have another Ravenclaw in the family of course. Sopia had been a Slytherin. Four years Trystans senior. People always assumed it was elder brothers that were the worst but Trystan could make a good arguement to the contrary.

Darleen hadn't gone to Hogwarts of course. She was hardly capable of that. The contents of the spoon dropped back into the bowl with the faintest of noises and Trystans eyes focussed once again on his younger sisters face. Darleen was smacking her lips and looking at him expectantly, with the cheeky little gleam she always saved for her only brother. "Ok ok, Im sorry" he said softly and putting the now full spoon to her lips. "Im getting lost in my own thoughts again aren't I"

He always chattered to Darleen. She seemed to respond to it. She smiled and giggled at him, every second he was there. He wished he could spend more time with her. She was the one person that he could never tire of. She was hard work, yes of course. Disabilitis like Darleens were always hardest on the families that had to provide the care. Mother did amazingly well but she was getting on in years.

What would happen to Darleen when they were incapable or too old? She couldnt go to Sophia. She was far too disinterested, and cold to care for Darleen. She had been ashamed all her life of her little sister and Trystan despised her for it.

"What do you want for christmas then?" he asked the girl in the wheel chair in front of him. She grinned and blew a bubbled from her lips, crossing her eyes so that she could try and see it pop. He stretched out a finger and lightly poked the delicate film eminating from her mouth. As it popped she let out a little shriek of glee and began to produce more. Trystans face changed to a sterner look. "No no, come on, finish you're dinner and then we can play bubbles" he grinned at her as she frowned at him and growled. She was a cheeky sod at the best of times.

His eyes glanced quickly to the clock above the fire. It was nearly time to get home. He could stay a little later tonight but not too late. He needed to get back to the shop and make sure that everything was in order for openeing in the morning. They had a new bestseller to promote. Some tripe about the tales of a traveller that had seen "Untold wonders" or some such garp. He wasn't interested in such volumes but the sales from such books payed his ground rent so he shouldn't grumble.

Stroking Daleens hair he looked at her with sad eyes, trying his hardest to conjure up a genuine smile. He always hated leaving her. "I have to go now, but Ma says your visiting me next week yes?" Darleen gurgled and let out a very high pitched squeak. Trystan winced and then chuckled. "Ill take that as a yes then" he beamed. "See you soon poppet" he kissed her lightly on the forhead as her clumsy uncoordinated hands found his back and hair.

Standing he turned to embrace his Mother "See you next week then" he smiled. It wasn't forced and nodded to his father who jumped quickly from his chair. He had been absorbed in todays paper containing the latest news on the bombings. "Yes yes, good. Get a hair cut" he grumbled at Trystan. Trys rolled his eyes. "Yes Pa" he offered and grinned at Darleen, winking.

With that he was out in the cold again. A short apparition home and he would be in his living room. Another monthly dinner over.
 


Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
The highstreet was really no place to be right now. Sat in front of the fire sipping on a mug of steaming black coffee would be far preferable. Still...christmas presents needed to be bought. A strange tradition that he both loathed and loved at the same time. Darlene loved presents and seeing her face light up every year was a job unparallelled. She always loved whatever he gave her no matter what it was.

The rest of his family on the other hand. He never knew what to give any of them. He usually settled for practical presents. Socks. Books. Gift cards for shops he knew held necessities. Not that money was ever tights, but what else was there?

It wasnt just the presents either. The sitting around and trying to be interested in their dull lives was almost too much to bare. He spent nearly all his time with Darlene. Ma and Pa didn't complain, it gave them a break, and Sophia never bothered with Darl anyway.
 
Ah christmas. What a
joyful time it was.

He stopped for a moment to look at his list. He liked lists. They were organised and easily sorted. He needed to stop by Meg's owls. Pi needed some treats. He was running low (and getting fat). Trystan needed to start sending more letters, or his owl would feel the affects of it. If only Darleen could write back.

He nudged his nose with a finger, taking care of an itch subconsciously, totally unaware of the people and noise around him. He made a move to begin walking in the right direction.

Sparkly pain.

Something rather large had hit him square in the face, an edge of the thing hitting the bridge of his nose and causing him a moment of sharp pain, which was now past. The more pressing matter at hand was that he seemed to have been instantaneously transformed into a human christmas tree.

There was a place for glitter, but Trystan feared that place was
not his nose. The light danced, reflecting from the tiny particles adorning his face. No pain now. Just sparkles.

"Brilliant" he let out a low sigh and cast his gaze to the man in front of him making his appology. Trystan waved a hand casually. "Of course, of course. Accidental of course" He unwrapped a rather long strand of tinsel that had wrapped around his shoulders like a scarf and bent to place it back into the box, before holding the offending object out to the man in front of him. "No harm done, Ill just have to be more festive for the day is all".

He exhaled sharply and unexpectedly from his nose, sending a flurry of yet more glitter towards the snow beneath his feet. The old man needed to take the box so he could go and clean himself up. He was most certainly not going to wander the length of Diagon looking like north pole reject.



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