Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Faye Aberdeen

Birthday: May 30, 1952

Hometown: London/Kahului, HI/The World

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Charms

Year (pick two): First, Second

Biography:
“Hapa” means “half.”

The best thing about being Hapa was that she could fit in anywhere.
The worst thing about being Hapa was that she didn’t quite fit in anywhere.

It was a conundrum that had dominated Faye’s life. Not quite Japanese. Not quite local. Not really haole at all. But still just enough of each that while she might garner some questioning looks, no one would voice the words behind them: What are you? Why are you here? Are you with us?

That meant she got to surf at the local spots. For a little while. That meant she could scrub herself clean and put on a fancy school uniform, lining up with other clean, brown girls while their benefactors commented behind simpers on how civilised the islands had become. That meant she could go home, and play Hanafuda while Bachan grumbled ominously in Japanese about the oni that hid inside her father, and her mother fixed rice and fresh fish that some uncle or other had caught.

“Machiko,” Bachan would say, refusing to call Faye by her Christian name, “You leave me like you Okaasan?”

“Aiya, Okaasan!” her mother would say, “No be li’ dat!”

Faye wouldn’t answer, because they all already knew the answer. Whatever vagabond oni her father carried had already called out to her, and Faye had answered. He’d still collected her every summer for their secret missions chasing after eucalyptus trees he could turn into wands. He was Hapa, too, though most considered him a haole. He had a Scotish accent, afterall, and no more family left on the islands. Faye and he had bonded over that otherness, and she reveled in the acceptance she felt when they traveled.

But she was like her mother, too. She loved her home, its songs and its stories. She loved her family and the small, loud house they inhabited with meager means. She loved the beach and the mountains and the damp earth between. The question that never got asked was “Machiko, will you come back?”

She didn’t know the answer to that one so well. Especially the summer she turned eleven, a year after her mother had finally succumbed to the illness that stopped her from singing and wandering years ago. A month after she’d added “magical” to her Hapa list. She’d miss this tanglewild place and her people, but it was time for a new adventure and to figure out how she fit in the world. Because she could fit anywhere.


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

House Request: Surprise me!

Personality:
Faye is like water about to boil. She’s curious and nosy, and when she gets into things and places she’s not supposed to, you’ll know about it. She’s a self-proclaimed super-sleuth with an affinity for puzzles, and a restless nature. She’s quiet, until she’s not. She’s grounded and focused, until something else catches her eye. She’s quick to make friends and enemies alike, because even if she doesn’t know what she wants, she’s going to make sure you know where she stands.

Appearance:
Faye is a twig with a mop of straight, black hair and an eccentric style. She is loud.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

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Faye was pretending to ignore the commotion, but she was failing. What could anyone expect, the guy was making so much noise! She felt sorry for the flowers. Maybe they’d said something rude about his mother, and that’s why he was going all hammajang? She was still figuring all this magic stuff out. Maybe there were talking flowers like Alice met. The ones in the movie had been pretty rude.

”You blasted rat! Where are you?”

So not the flowers, then. They were innocent. And maybe the rat was, too, because Faye could not imagine wanting to be caught by someone swearing at her, either. Best he not catch her staring, then.

She tried to get a look at the boy out of the corner of her eye, but he kept flailing. Every time her gaze started to take in any worthwhile information, he’d throw himself a different direction, and she’d have to snap back to being really interested in this muffin she’d snuck out. Faye bided her time and was shortly rewarded when the guy shoved his face into a thick plot of blossoms.

She turned her face right toward him and took a good look. He was obviously older. She was looking for colors in his robes to give her some clue about what house he was in, until he let out a gargantuan sneeze.

“Aiyee!” she squeaked, and clamped her hand to her mouth as the rat wrangler stood wiping slime all over his sleeve. It was too much and she snorted into her palm, trying to stifle the giggles squeezing through her fingers. It only got worse as he stood tall spotting her, and tried to sound smug.

”Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare.”

“Eh, bruddah, cannot get mad fo staring wen you go make all dat noise, yeah?” the words tumbled out untempered with her laughter.

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