Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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THE BASICS
Name: Kalin Diarmor Gabriel.

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


CHARACTER DETAILS
House Request:
Slytherin. Kalin is a natural elitist who has learnt to hide his twisted and tactile mind behind a mask of vanity and intellect. No-one would suspect the innocent O-grade student of being the culprit behind the vandalism of the Entrance Hall. He's able to empathise if the situation arises, but Kalin is first and foremost, a man about himself.

Year: 
5th, 4th.

Bloodline:
Pureblood.

Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning.

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination.[/i]

Biography:
Kalin Gabriel is the first child and only son of Irish wizard, Tiron and German witch Juli. He has a 2 minute younger twin sister, Liliana and a 2 year younger sister, Svenja. Kalin adores the majority of his family and loves to spend as much time with them as he can. He especially loves his twin, Liliana. The two were almost inseparable and always seem to know what each other is thinking. Kalin now lives in London, but used to reside in Dublin, Ireland before his parent's divorce.
Kalin is very protective over his family and will go to great lengths to defend them. When they were younger, some of Kalin's friends would tease Svenja for being weird and odd. Kalin saw this one time and unwittingly sent  a jinx at the tormentors. Suffice to say, they left Svenja alone after that.

Mentioning Kalin's father is another way to get him riled up, though. During Kalin's child hood, Tiron used to sneak into his room late at night and abuse him. Kalin never knew why, but always thought that he was never good enough for his father. He would often cry himself to sleep at night, dreaming of ways to make his father proud so that he'd stop beating him. Juli never knew of the abuse until Tiron came home in a drunken rage one day. He sent curses flying around the house, narrowly missing Juli and Svenja. Kalin was yelling at him to stop, begging him. But an ill-aimed spell came hurtling towards Liliana. Kalin threw himself in front of it and in doing so, saved his siter's life, whilst severely damaging his own. Kalin woke up a week later in St. Mungo's. He was told by his mother that she was leaving his father and taking him and his sisters with her. They went to live in London just before Kalin and Liliana's 11th birthday.

During his time at Hogwarts, Kalin has made a reputation of being a nerd, but an interesting one. Normally, he only raises his voice if someone provokes him, but every now and then, people see the true side of him. The broken side of Kalin that will stop at nothing to get what he wants. It's rumours like these that mean Kalin's circle of friends is very small, not that he's bothered. Kalin only wants the best.


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

Personality:
Kalin is a narcissist and takes precisely one hour, 25 minutes and 18 seconds to prepare for the following day. He's also a perfectionist and suffers from OCD, meaning he'll throw fits at anyone who leaves things strewn around. Ever since his torments as a child, Kalin does not appreciate being touched. Kalin is flirty, yet he is unsure of his sexuality.

Appearance:
Kalin is thin and tall, just the way he liked it. His stood slightly above the majority of his year, and was definitely thinner; much to his twin's displeasure who would often berate him for being too thin. His eyes are a smooth paris green. Kalin's hair is a soft platinum blonde that he'll style to perfection. His features are sharp and mature, defining his face elegantly.

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!"

Sample Roleplay Response: Type in your response here.

Kalin sauntered down the corridors, his pristine hair swinging behind him. Whilst the rest of the school had decided to watch the depressing Quidditch match, Kalin had instead favoured a revision session in the Library, readying for his Charms essay next week. He held a long, thing tome in the crook of his elbow. The front simply read Charming. In his other hand, he held a crimson apple, occasionaly taking bites out of it. Every now and then, he'd push his obsidian glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Or re-organise a stray strand of hair so that it wasn't in his face.

He was approaching the Great Hall when a figure hurried out, obviously stressed. He heard Kalin and whirled around, nostrils flaring. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!" Kalin looked at him bemused, he raised a perfect blonde eyebrow at the boy then held his head up. With a swish of his hand, he vanished the remains of the apple and closed the tome. A slender finger once again pushed his rectangular glasses back up his nose. "Excuse me, but don't you dare talk to you superior like that. It's rude, quite frankly. And to be blunt, I don't want people thinking I'm associated with you. Honestly!" He strutted off, re-opening his tome to the correct page whilst muttering profanities that slightly echoed around the room.