Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Ryan Olivier

Birthday: August 2nd, 1937/38 13/14 years old

Hometown: Stagsden, England

Bloodline:
Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two): 3rd/4th

Biography:
If you are applying to be a first, second, or third year, your biography must be at least one hundred words long.
If you are applying to be a fourth year or above, your biography must be at least three hundred words long. Ryan's first decision every morning when he awoke in the small cottage occupied only by Ryan and his mother, was whether he would attend school that day, sit in his room enamored with a book, or go out to explore the forest less than a kilometer from his house. These were the three things that occupied nearly all of Ryan's time in the small village of Stagsden. He had only begun skipping his schooling around the age of 8, at such time when he realized he far outperformed his classmates and felt no initiative to return to the classroom. Once, after a substantial absense from the school, he decided to return, and found that they were studying a mathamatics textbook from the local library which he had already breezed through a few months prior. After that day he found he only decided to go to school after a particularly pouty expression from his mother, who had told him since he could remember that he was brilliant. This praise he believed was well earned, but also left him with an ego that made him turn away from most other children. On the few days in which he did go to school, he was boisterous and rebellious, earning him the admiration of some of his classmates whom he attempted to befriend, but realized quickly that he tired of their company. They did not think in the same way as him, it seemed to Ryan. The large attitude that he portrayed in school, was quickly shed while he read his books, or traversed his forest. His remaining two options were those that held the most of his interest. After becoming exhausted of glancing through the dusty academic tomes of the library, Ryan became truly engaged with any and all stories of life changing adventure, particularly the stories of religious figures (especially buddhist monks) from distant countries who traversed through the world on spiritual journeys. Not that he exactly exemplified buddhist attitude, nor did he believe in the religion per se, but he did enjoy the adventures of the buddhas who seemed to understand things which Ryan wished he could know. These stories were definitely part of his inspiration to constantly go exploring in the Hanger Woods near his house. Ryan always felt that there were slices of life still hiding from him, which he had come to believe that he could only discover after embarking upon certain trials. "What trials?", you may ask, but Ryan had not the answer. He knew only that it had something to do with the soul, and adventure. However, due to the fact that his mother always wanted him home after sunset, his spiritual journeys were usually cut short. However, this did not stopping him from becoming quite well acquainted with several miles of the woods so tantalizingly close to his house. Nor did it stop him from befriending a few of the creatures that he would meet near several of his meditation areas. One especially memorable time, Ryan was meditating with his back against the tree (he had read in one of buddhist texts that Buddha had gained enlightenment beneath a tree) and although Ryan's tree was mostly dead, he wanted to at least see if he might have a eureka moment, if not full blown enlightenment. After a half an hour he felt vibrations upon the other side of the tree, and attempting to keep his calm opened his eyes, although after he did this he wondered why, as he could not see through the back of his head. However, after a few more moments of vibrations ringing in his spine, he heard two pairs of legs walking around the tree, and he saw standing less than a mere metre away from him a beautiful male deer. Only a year after this moment did Ryan make the connection to Stagshead, which definitely made him groan. He watched the deer with rapt fascination, before the animal looked him directly in the eyes and winked almost mockingly before gracefully strutting away. That definitely made the birds that would occasionally perch on his shoulders pale in comparison.

On the day Ryan's letter finally came to him for Hogwarts, part of him felt vindicated, while the other was legitimately surprised. He always felt special, but this much? No, it surely must be a prank from one of his neighbors, who always made fun of the boy who was "too smart for schooling". But after the third, and fourth owl demanding his confirmation or declination before July 31st, he wrote back with his mother's signature confirming his spot, and was surprised to recieve more owls with instructions on how to get to Diagon alley. Ryan's mother, sad to see him go, still smiled as the Hogwarts expressed chugged dutifully away towards the school that might finally let him (or force him) to prove his worth.


→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Gryffindor (Open to any house)

Personality: Ryan enjoys people, in a theoretical sense, but has trouble with them in person. He'd like to have friends, and have a fun group surrounding him, however he would definitely need time alone and away. He does have quite a bit of bravery in him, as he would likely find it necessary to save anyone in distress whom he could help, but would he be able to have a nice conversation with the person afterwards, or even awkward small talk? Let's just say, he needs practice. Ryan, despite spending most of his childhood kept to himself, is not antisocial, and is not boring. He is surprisingly quite prone to doing things simply for adrenaline's sake. The snakes of Hanger Woods can attest to that.

Appearance:
Ryan is a boy of slightly taller than average height with ruffled brown hair, and deep dark eyes. He is not exactly prone to a fashionista's flair, as he believes personality should stand for itself. He is of slim build, but has a decently strong body from all his traipsing about through his woods.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.
Option 1:
Ryan was strolling through the dungeons after a particulary rowdy night in the common room, and was allowing the acrid smell of potions that were brewing themselves through the night to waft over him. The smell actually relaxed rather than repulsed him, as he was reminded of being in the classroom of one of his favorite subjects. The darkness of the dungeons made him feel quite at home, reminding him of the woods near his muggle house, which he would occasionally break curfew for, so he could feel the comforting nighttime buzz of the forest surround him. The one thing that made the dungeons unappealing was the blasted cold, that seemed to be chastising him for being out of his common room at such an ungodly hour. As he wandered about aimlessly he unawarely brought himself back to the exit of the dungeon, leading to the warmer part of the castle, until he heard a faint noise behind him, which tugged at his unyielding curiosity of the castle which he had been living in for quite some time now, but was knowingly unaware of any percentage of its secrets. As he drew back into the cold, the hairs on his arms prickling in protest, he was able to make out the outline of a first year, that he only recognized from the sorting ceremony, who had seemed to not have seen him yet. His eyes must have been better in the dark due to the fact that Ryan seemed to favor being out at night. He heard the first year squeaking out "Hello! Is Emma Birch here?" As he saw it, he had just been given two options. He could scare the living daylights out of the girl, or advise her to go back to her dorm, as he had had the same joke played on him in his first year. He decided the former might provide him with a laugh, and with some extreme luck a new acquaintance. Ryan crouched down on the side of the hallway, and snuck past the first year, so as to get behind her back. Then he affected his most ghostly, and somehow coquettish voice as he boomed out in the long hallway "Who dare disturb the slumber of the honorable Miss Birch?"



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