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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Tristan McCormick
Gender: Male
Age: 13; Born 12 November 1952
Bloodline: Halfblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Louis and Freya McCormick
Residence: Godric's Hollow
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)? Nope!
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? Nope!
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Biography: (100 words minimum.) Out of all the McCormick clan, Tristan felt like the most on the outside looking it.
It wasn't his fault, ultimately. Fate had decided to gift him with all of his parents' defective qualities. He had his father's brooding and his mother's standoffishness. He was a second son, lacking in the charm and affability that came to his older brother Jace so naturally. He spent his childhood quiet, sometimes sullen, though he picked up forcing a smile for the sake of his younger siblings from an early age whenever they'd play together.
Then, he found his first broom.
Louis hadn't been surprised to find that all of his children likely took to the sport that supported them. But he had been when a six-year-old Tristan had mounted his broom and trashed their living room on his first attempt at flying. From that point on, the young McCormick was put on a Quidditch player track. He played little league. Then, circuit league. Rising and rising through the junior ranks until he earned himself a starting spot on his father's club's youth academy and national consideration for the under-18 amateurs.
Quidditch was life for Tristan. It's what he woke up to do and what he lived for. Up in the air was the only place he had ever found himself truly, where he didn't have to live beneath anyone's shadow. He was able to make friends in locker rooms when he wasn't able to before outside his family. Tris learned he could be confident, that what he had to say was valid and he didn't have to shy away from expressing himself as he had before.
When the family had decided to move from Norway, he put up the biggest fight. Everything had been planned out on his end. He'd go to Durmstrang, play the summer circuit, build a legacy, and then go pro the second he graduated. Moving to Godric's Hollow felt like it'd effectively end that. Jace called him a crybaby, because cry he did, day in and day out, until his mother decided to make a compromise. Rather than attend Hogwarts like Jace would, Tristan would be homeschooled. If he really wanted his life to revolve around Quidditch, then they would prioritize that for him and travel to Norway every week to take him to practices and matches so he wouldn't lose the spots he'd worked so hard to earn.
He was so happy he cried again, and she could only laugh at making her son's dreams come true even if it meant having to go above and beyond to make it all work.
Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:Godric Park.
Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.
Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.
It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.
"John, I said
wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.
Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.
Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby. "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.
"...Do you want to play?"
Roleplay Response: "Ummm..."
This girl had put her in an awkward position.
Tris had come with the intent to play. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't enjoy Godric's Park, though if he was actually around instead of traveling, he was usually with one of his cousins. Now that the twins were in school, he'd try to wrangle Parker and Kora to come with him. But he wasn't so anti-social that he couldn't throw himself into a random came and let his skill shine for itself.
He'd noticed the glint of gold flying above the moment he'd gotten there. Crystal blue eyes flickered at the sparkle as three brooms chased after it. Pulling at his scarf, Tris rubbed his hands together as he flipped his broom level with the ground and left it levitating.
That's when this girl had approached him, a second before he jumped on and was ready to give chase with the rest of them.
He looked from her to the sky and back. A large chunk of him wanted to simply tell her no. If she wasn't playing with the rest of them, then she likely wasn't very good. And his dad would always tell him to stick with the people that would make you better. Gripping the finished wood, he grimaced for a moment as he debated.
The broom she had wasn't even a real one. Sure, Tris wasn't allowed to fly on the real quality brooms like the pros did just yet. There was nothing more he wanted in the entire world than a Firebolt Supreme. He would have even settled for the original series. Instead, his Nimbus 2000 was just good enough not to have it be a detriment. Plus, as his coaches would tell him, if he needed the best broom to be the best then he really wasn't the best.
It sounded a lot better in Norwegian.
"Sure?" He offered her a crooked smile. Shaking his curly locks free, Tris settled the broom down on the floor and walked over to her. Obviously, flying was out of the question. There were plenty of other games they could play in the park. He hadn't jumped on the swing sets in some time. Grinning, he pointed over to them.
"Wanna see who could swing higher on the sets?"
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