Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

THE BASICS
Name: Tyn Shelley
Former Character's Name:

CHARACTER DETAILS

House Request:GryffindorYear: 1 or 2? (I am not sure about it...)
 
Bloodline:Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration
 
 
Biography:
After several unsuccessful attempts to catch a middle-aged man, Clansmen reported it to their sheikh. And the sheikh, Aja, who was in charge of a branch of geomancy family, just draw something on a piece of paper then suddenly the young man been thrown into an altar by invisible hands and disappeared.

Tyn saw the whole homicide with her own eyes and it’s not for the first time. She just couldn't believe it was true that her foster father use human sacrifice to keep his power. Actually, she had forgotten everything before she began to learn geomancy and know nothing about her foster father, besides he gave her a second chance of life and taught her geomancy (She has no talent for geomancy).

But it must be the first time she felt so angry about Aja’s violence and her cowardice. After thought of few minutes, she decided to betray her foster father for the first time and save the last child of the man's family. She cheated the watchman, broke the lock and took the boy away. But they hadn't run very far when clansmen caught up with them. They were compelled to a cliff; the only choice left was to fight for their life.

After a short fight, they both fell off the cliff. Tyn managed to hang on to a piece of rock protruding from the cliff, but the boy was not that lucky. His death made Tyn boiling with rage. She tried to use her poor power to make a last-ditch fight. At that moment, the clansmen were threatened by something else around and suddenly run away. When Tyn climbed up the cliff, she saw something like a will-o’-the-wisp was floating in the air. She peered at it through the mist but could not identify what it is before it disappeared.

It was considered ominous for most of people but not for her. She thought.

A letter for Daniel Shelley, which from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was found in the boys pockets. She had never heard this school, but no matter where it was, she decided to take Daniel’s letter and found Hogwarts because it is the only place she knew except for Aja’s underground city.

And after that, Tyn named herself Tyn Shelley.



ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

Personality:

She likes to go out in the night because she is afraid of talking with people (she is not a native speaker). She chooses her words carefully before she talks just want to avoid solecism. People think she is hesitant but she is a doer. She seems not willing to get involved in any trouble, but if it is related to justice, things become quite different.

Appearance:
 
Small figure and one pitch-black long hair let people find out that she from in the East at one glance. A lock of hair had fallen down over one of her eyes, so she is in the habit of tilting his head to one side when she wants to see something clear.
 
 
SAMPLE ROLEPLAY

Blimey, the Great Hall was packed. It seemed like everywhere a guy looked there was some clown waving around a House banner or yelling about the game.

'Can you believe it?' 'No way!' 'This must be the biggest upset in Hogwarts Quidditch history...'

Stupid Quidditch.

James flopped into an empty seat at the end of the table, shoved an empty plate out of the way, and let his head sink onto his crossed arms, squishing his freckled nose down flat against the tabletop. He wasn't sure why he'd even bothered to come here, since he definitely wasn't hungry. He'd probably never eat again, in fact. He didn'tdeserve to eat. He hadn't stopped in the locker room to change out of his muddy, sweaty uniform after the game either, because he was pretty sure he probably didn't deserve to be clean too; and anyway he couldn't stand to see the looks on his team mates' faces after he blew their chance at winning one of the biggest games they had ever played.

Just one lousy shot. That's all it would have taken. If he could have just got that one stupid foul shot to go through that one stupid hoop, they could have won and he wouldn't have been the biggest blockhead in the entire school.

As if to prove the point, half the people at the next table suddenly broke into a loud victory chant. James pressed his face further into his arms to hide the bright red blotches he could feel creeping up his cheeks. That was it. He was just going to have to run away and move to Nova Scotia. He'd just cost the three-year-in-a-row Champions the Quidditch Cup! How do you ever live that one down for crying out loud? He was only a second year and he was going to spend the rest of his life as 'that dumb cry-baby kid who dropped the Quaffle!'

It felt like every set of eyes in the room was boring into him, and James couldn't stand it anymore. He jerked himself back up from the table and stomped right back out of the Hall the same way he had come in. As he stormed into the quieter hallway outside, he could hear footsteps somewhere behind him. James rounded on the sound and began to shout, his brown eyes shining with tears. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"


A black-hair girl paused to look round, then stared at James for a while, made sure that he was talking to her. “What picture? “, she asked earnestly with a foreign accent which can’t quite place.

“Um, I not quite sure… Do you mean you want me to take a picture of you?”