Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Tristan Ward

Birthday: April 14th 1927

Hometown: Newbridge Ireland

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): Year One (Preferred) or Year Two

Biography:  Tristan was born to a lavish life that he didn't quite want, born to a wealthy man who practically controlled the shipping industry of the eastern coast of Ireland.  His father had a hand in the trade of nearly any good that was being manufactured in Ireland, from linens to food, coal to land.  He was pampered through his early life, taught all he might possibly need to learn how to take over his father's empire.

However, Tristan didn't have dreams to take over his father's business, to step further into the limelight than he already was.  He just wanted to make friends and play games like any normal boy!  Any normal boy that could do magic that is.  He hated being pampered, dressed up like a little doll, puppeted from place to place like some ornament.  More like a sign that his father had a heart after all, caring for his 'little angel' of a son.

When he got the letter to attend Hogwarts, Tristan was ecstatic and quickly showed the letter to his father who had been expecting it.  No son of Conor Ward would be untrained in the ways of magic!  Their line was pure, and magic gave them extra influence, in spite of their business involving the commercial boom in the muggle world.  It was family tradition to go to the elite school of Hogwarts, where future generations could be pampered and disciplined.

Tristan had other ideas though.  He would go to Hogwarts to make new friends, and to be a normal kid for once.  No more events for the rich that he'd have to attend, just fun with new people, and new experiences!


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House Request: Ravenclaw (Preferred) or Gryffindor (Quite acceptable)

Personality:  Tristan is struggling with finding out exactly who he is and what he is really like on the inside.  He has worn a false mask of perfection all his life, unable to let out the inner child within.  Because of this, he'll be bound to experiment, acting however he feels at the time, regardless of if it's appropriate for the situation.  He fears not fitting in and being left alone in this new life that he is trying to adopt to and explore.

He likes being able to do the things that he wants, when he wants to do them.  Whether this is eating candy until he gets sick or running around, playing a game.  Being restricted is not something he enjoys, and sadly, is something he has to face on a daily basis for appearances sake.


Appearance:  Tristan has dirty blond hair which he keeps styled, partially to stretch his freedom over his own looks, and partially out of habit.  Well kept hair, and a hard to maintain hairstyle often signified status and good work ethic in a population, so he'd learned when he was young how to keep himself looking neat and presentable.  His eyes are a deep chocolate brown and he has a slight build, lean and athletic.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.

Option 1:
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!"
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Tristan sat in the great hall, eating happily away at his meal, well, eating was a loose turn, as he was really just drawing pictures with his food, stacking green beans like Lincoln logs and using ketchup to make a face on the mashed potatoes which he'd flattened on his plate.  When he was done with his drawing, he looked up, hearing someone stop into the hall and sit down, moping.  He tilted his head slightly, judging from the boy's attire that he'd just come from Quidditch.  Now Quidditch was something he admired, the way people could fly on their brooms, balancing with one, or even no hands holding on at such fast speeds.

He'd seen the match, yes, but barely knew any of the rules.  He didn't even know that he was looking across the table at someone that could be blamed for the loss of the match, all he was looking at was an extremely talented person who'd had the skill to make the team!  Seeing the boy stand and stomp off, he cocked and eyebrow and frowned before standing up and following him out of the great hall to see what was wrong with him, and maybe if he could help a little.

What he hadn't expected, was for the boy to turn around, tears in his eyes and yell at him.  Tristan winced slightly at the sudden outburst but stepped forward none-the-less.  The boy wasn't much older than him, maybe he could cheer him up, then they could become friends!  He reached out and patted the boy on the shoulder with a grin.  "I don't see a loser, I see a hard working, talented individual who was able to make the house's quidditch team at a young age!"  He stepped back and took one of the boy's hands in both of his.  "Now come on!  Enough being sad and mopey!  I can barely even fly a broom without falling off, the fact that you made the team at your age is amazing."  He stated, pulling the boy back toward the great hall with gusto, wanting to talk some more with him, and maybe get some pointers on flying on a broomstick for himself.  "I'm Tristan by the way, it's nice to meet you!"  He finished with a grin.

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(I apologize for posting in accepted, I was checking other people's applications and accidentally made the reply there OTL.  I cant delete it either, so if a mod could do so I'd appreciate it.)

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Tristan Ward

Birthday: April 14th 1927

Hometown: Newbridge Ireland

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): 6e Annee or 5e Annee

Biography: Tristan was born to a lavish life that he didn't quite want, born to a wealthy man who practically controlled the shipping industry of the eastern coast of Ireland.  His father had a hand in the trade of nearly any good that was being manufactured in Ireland, from linens to food, coal to land.  He was pampered through his early life, taught all he might possibly need to learn how to take over his father's empire.

However, Tristan didn't have dreams to take over his father's business, to step further into the limelight than he already was.  He just wanted to make friends and play games like any normal boy!  Any normal boy that could do magic that is.  He hated being pampered, dressed up like a little doll, puppeteered from place to place like some ornament.  More like a sign that his father had a heart after all, caring for his 'little angel' of a son.

When he got the letter to attend beauxbatons, Tristan was ecstatic and quickly showed the letter to his father who had been expecting it.  No son of Conor Ward would be untrained in the ways of magic!  Their line was pure, and magic gave them extra influence, in spite of their business involving the commercial boom in the muggle world.  It was family tradition to go to the elite school of Beauxbatons, where future generations could be pampered and disciplined.

Tristan had other ideas though.  He would go to Beauxbatons to make new friends, and to be a normal kid for once.  No more events for the rich that he'd have to attend, just fun with new people, and new experiences!

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

Ecole Request: Performing Arts

Communaté Preference: Charlemagne or Orange

Personality: Tristan is struggling with finding out exactly who he is and what he is really like on the inside.  He has worn a false mask of perfection all his life, unable to let out the inner child within.  Because of this, he'll be bound to experiment, acting however he feels at the time, regardless of if it's appropriate for the situation.  He fears not fitting in and being left alone in this new life that he is trying to adopt to and explore.

He likes being able to do the things that he wants, when he wants to do them.  Whether this is eating candy until he gets sick or running around, playing a game.  Being restricted is not something he enjoys, and sadly, is something he has to face on a daily basis for appearances sake.

Appearance: Tristan has dirty blond hair which he keeps styled, partially to stretch his freedom over his own looks, and partially out of habit.  Well kept hair, and a hard to maintain hairstyle often signified status and good work ethic in a population, so he'd learned when he was young how to keep himself looking neat and presentable.  His eyes are a deep chocolate brown and he has a slight build, lean and athletic.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across this post on the site. Please as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions!

The dining hall was a loud, calamitous thing. Students sat scattered through the vast room, speaking various languages, laughing, and simply having a gay old time. A group of students towards the front of the hall sat huddled over a pile of sheet music. Black notes melted on to the off white parchment, splaying out a secret language, only readable to those who carried the gift. Another group sat watching a tall, thin upperclassman parading around her new ballet point shoes in awe. There seemed to be a group in the hall for everyone.

Everyone except Hilary, that is.

Poor Hilary stood soaking in the scene before her with a slight grimace on her face. Before coming to Beauxbatons, she had been overjoyed to begin studying magic, but now as she waded through her third week at the school, she felt lost in a sea of strangers. It wasn't that she was shy, no. Indeed, she even tried to reach out to some students. It was more that everyone seemed to already have their own clique, and Hilary felt so very unwelcome in all of them.

On her plate, she fidgeted with an assortment of vegetables and a delicate pork chop. That was the nice thing about Beauxbatons. Despite the many cold-shouldered students, the food was still incredible.

With a hefty sigh, Hilary strode into the dining hall. As she did, she let her mind wander to what life at the academy might be were she royalty. The students would bow at her feet! And of course she would only ever don the most elegant of robes, decorated in sequins, rhinestones, and laced with frills. All of the girls at the school would fawn over the level of grace she exhibited. Hilary would make wonderful royalty, yes that was certain.

Though, lost in her fantasy, Hilary failed to notice the leather bag lying at the center of the walkway. Failing to notice the bag in her path, naturally caused her to trip, spilling the contents of her plate all over the student sitting just beside the bag.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!"


Tristan had finished his lunch early and had set about doodling in a notepad with a grin, sitting cross-legged in the hallway with the pad of paper nestled in his lap.  He hummed along to some unknown tune that he had decided to make up as he drew a picture of a man riding a unicorn, casting spells about, well...  One wouldn't see that on the paper, but boy was it in Tristan's imagination, even if his drawing hand wasn't quite adept enough to put it on paper.  He didn't even realize the girl had tripped on his bag until the porkchop that she'd had on her plate slopped onto the notepad, crushing the unicorn riding magician, an avalance of peas following to add insult to injury.

He looked up to see the girl that had dumped her tray on his drawing and gave a big cheeky grin, shaking his head.  He stood up quickly and dumped the contents that had landed on his notebook back onto her plate and looked at the drawing.  "I hadn't thought to color the unicorn brown, but there are no mistakes in art, only happy accidents!"  He said, not even really caring that she'd dumped her food on him.

He tore the paper from his notebook and laid it on her plate with a grin.  "You can have the masterpiece you helped me make.  My name's Tristan by the way, what's yours?"  he asked, looking toward the girl that had tripped over his bag, waiting for a response with a smile.  He didn't get angry at people.  Anger led to rivalries, and he only wanted to be friends with people.
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