Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

THE BASICS
Name: Lyra Ambrose

Former Character's Name (if you had one):


CHARACTER DETAILS
House Request:
I have no request. Feel free to put Lyra in whatever house you lovely people wish.

Year:
First year. If not, then second year, please.

Bloodline:
Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning

Biography:
Lyra Talia Ambrose was born to Orion William Ambrose and Gwyneira Vesta Ambrose née Hainsworth on January 1, 1961. They lived in Los Angeles, California for four years before moving to Vancouver, Canada. There, Lyra's younger sister Elektra Hemera Ambrose was born. The Ambrose lived somewhat in peace for the next six years. Soon, however, disaster struck. Lyra could remember that day far too clearly:

It had been a horrible week for Lyra. The two new kids in her class had turned out to  be bullies. They had taken to teasing and making fun of her all week. After school, however, she was met with a devastating sight. Her mother was weeping over the pale, drenched body of a too-still Elektra.

Earlier that morning, Lyra had forgotten to close the gate to their house while leaving for school. This had gone unnoticed until later in the day, when the newest addition to the Ambrose family, Elektra's mischievous kitten Saffron, escaped through the opening. Only Elektra had realized this, and had set out to find her beloved pet. However, Saffron had crossed the river near their house. Elektra, in an attempt to reach him, drowned.

The Ambrose family soon moved to Manhattan, New York for a year before departing to Europe. During this time, Lyra mourned for her little sister. She felt responsible for Elektra's death. Although her parents didn't blame her, she constantly felt the need to win back their favor while they lived in Manhattan.

When Lyra got her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, she wasn't shocked in the least. After all, she was raised knowing about the magical world.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

Personality:
Lyra is accustomed to solitude. Her sister's death, an event Lyra still has yet to accept, caused her to become somewhat quieter and filled with guilt. She isn't very open around strangers. However, if you somehow manage to get her to open up, you will find that Lyra is extremely intelligent and rather sarcastic and caring. She is rather good at lying and has an excellent poker face. Lyra also dislikes bullies and sexism. She is a bit of a feminist, often prefers to do things the Muggle way, and has taken a liking to curling up with a good book. Although she is generally somewhat quiet, if you're rude enough, she won't hesitate to snap at you.

Appearance:
Lyra is a young eleven year old girl of around 4'9 with pale ivory skin. Her hair is long and dark red in color. Her eyes are a pale gray and almond-shaped. Lyra appears to be delicate and fragile at first glance, a fact that she hates.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY

Option I:

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!"

Sample Roleplay Response:

Lyra had been retreating to her House common room after the Quidditch Game. She couldn't stand all the loud, jeering voices celebrating their victory and the grumbling from the losing House. The Great Hall was three times as loud as usual. Suddenly, the boy walking in front of her whirled around and began to shout at her.

"What! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"

Now, Lyra was normally rather reserved and quiet around others, but this boy was just being plain rude. No matter how horrible the circumstances were, she couldn't stand this type of behavior. She recognized him as the boy who had lost his House the Quidditch game. So, rather uncharacteristically, Lyra snapped at him.

"You don't have to be so rude. It was just one Quidditch game! It's not the end of the world, so stop acting like it is! You're just a second year. You're bound to make some mistakes here and there. Now stop being so melodramatic, will you?"

Lyra's sharp voice then softened a little bit.

"You're actually a pretty good Chaser, you know. I mean, really! You're only a second year. How many people did you beat for the position on the team? Cheer up already!"

Lyra stopped, shocked at how much she had spoken to a complete stranger, who how probably thought that she was going insane. That entire speech was more than how much she had spoken the entire school year!

Optional: A friend of mine recommended it after I got extremely bored. Apparently she's too busy to go on but thought I might like it.