Tristan English

[tristanenglish]

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Evan
Preferred Pronouns: she/her/hers
Age: Nineteen
E-mail: [e-mail]
Twitter: HEYItsAshamae
Years of RPG Experience: 2 years-ish
Other: [removed by staff]

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{ Q U I C K . Q U I Z }

How did you find us? we’re soul mates
What about ISS inspired you to join? the lovely people and intense plots
Do you have any suggestions for us? nope, keep on keepin’ on… peace.

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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name: Tristan English
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Male
Year: Fifth
Face Claim: Brant Daugherty

Canon or Original? Original!

Facial Properties: “Not to sound vain, but I have a really nice face. A lot of people have told me so- enough to make strangers think that they’ve seen me in pictures in a magazine or something… Which is so not true, by the way. Yeah, I suppose if I really had to describe my face, I would start off by saying that I have flawless skin. Like, legitimately flawless. I know that I’m only fifteen, but I’ve never gotten a pimple. Not once. I think it’s due to the fact that I rarely ever stress out about things… Or sweat. That’s a big factor to that.
Also, my eyes are ‘breath-taking’, so I’ve heard. In fact, one girl told me that they shocked her enough to where she became speechless… Needless to say, I didn’t even have to ask if she wanted to snog me. Geez. I sound like a playboy or something. I’m not though, just saying. Anyway, my eyes are pretty incredible though, I have to admit. They’re a really light blue-grey and I’ve been told that they make me look like an ethereal being, against my pale skin and jet-black hair.” Here, Tristan rolls his eyes. “But I just think they’re really freaking cool-looking. However, I’m not saying that there aren’t thing I would like to change about my face- I mean, really. I’m a teenager, of course there are things I want to change. For instance, my forehead- it’s huge. Way, way wider than the rest of my face. Also, my lips are thin, like, almost non-existent. Not that I’m complaining, of course but they really are; although I’ve been told I’m great at snogging regardless.” Here, Tristan winks and smiles with his perfect teeth.

Physique: Tristan gives a short laugh followed by a snort before answering. “Really? My physique, as you put it, is in tip-top shape. It has to be, for my brother. The sounds weird, but it’ll all make sense later, I promise. Honestly, not many people know that I have a brother; I don’t bring him up much. I would love to play sports and be able to get out in the fresh air to stretch, but unfortunately, my parents won’t allow it. Especially my father- he would probably kill me for even wanting to be in a sport, if my body didn’t mean so much to them. That sounds weird. I’m sure I’ll have to explain it later though, so I’ll save it for now… Anyway, although I don’t play any sports, I eat extremely healthy foods and I maintain my less-than-rock-hard abs by doing crunches in my dorm every so often. Yeah, they aren’t quite where I’d like them to be yet- but at least I have some muscle! I’m not all flab, you know.” Tristan then gives a small wink and holds out his forearm, squeezing it and giving another short laugh.

Wand Type: ”My wand is ten and three-quarter inches with a unicorn tail hair core. It’s made out of Hawthorn Wood which, oddly enough is believed to bring ill luck to the owner… I suppose the reason it chose me was because it already knows about what I was born to do.”
Wand Expertise: ”Are we talking about how my wand fares… or about how I fare with my wand?” Another laugh and a snort. ”Well, I suppose my wand is one of the best I’ve seen- basically because unicorn tail hairs are extremely good cores. However, I wouldn’t say that I’m the best with my wand… I’m mainly grateful that I don’t blow things up every day!”
Patronus: ”I’m still not quite able to produce a consistent patronus, but the couple of times I have, a big black bear came out ferociously to protect me… It was actually pretty awesome, to tell the truth!”
Boggart: ”This is actually rather complicated… So, I’m just going to say a giant needle.”

Personality:

SAY YOU’RE C H A R M I N G

”Charming? Me? No, never. Well, okay, maybe just a bit. But I don’t try, really! I just say what’s on my mind, you know? Honesty is the best policy in my opinion and if that turns girls on these days, then who am I to judge? Although, I will admit that I’ve used my charm on profs to get better grades before… Oh, I’m not better than that, trust me. Wait- are these answers going to be shown to any of the professors? Because I swear if they are, I will lie. Oh, you think I’m kidding? Bloody fantastic. Like I was saying, I will charm the pants off of anyone if I want anything or need anything and they aren’t willing to let me have it. You can count on that.” Here, Tristan winks.

SAY YOU’RE F R I E N D L Y

”Yeah, I’ll agree to that one. I don’t discriminate; I suppose that could be due to the fact that I’m a muggleborn, so I don’t have anything to back me up for discriminating anyway, but whatever. What I’m saying is I think it’s silly for anyone to think that any kind of blood type is better than any other bloodtype. I try to be friends with everyone- regardless of what house they’re in, either. I suppose that’s what makes people like me? Honestly, I have no clue what it is or why I actually have friends… Actually, that’s a good question. Now I think I’m going to sit and think about it for a minute. Why do people like me…?”

SAY YOU’RE A P U S H O V E R

”Another one I’ll agree with. Especially when it comes to my father…” Here, Tristan shudders. ”Honestly, I’m probably making him sound worse than he is… Maybe. Anyway, yes. I’m definitely a pushover, not just with my father, but with girls especially as well. My niece, Zoie, is always getting me to buy things for her or do her chores… And of course, I do them because she bats her eyes and pouts her lips and looks so adorable that I just can’t say no to her! I mean, come on! How can you say no to a girl? Really.”

SAY YOU’RE A C O M E D I A N

”Well, not a comedian, per se… But I would say I’m funny, yeah. I mean, I’m not going to sit here and praise my hilarity, but my friends normally laugh at my jokes. Even if they are corny, most of the time. But yeah, I’m the kind of guy who just generally likes to have fun and, yes, my first reaction in a serious situation is to lighten the mood. That’s just how I’ve always been. For example, when my mom broke the news that my great aunt had died, I laughed and made a casual joke about it. Something like, ‘Well, at least she can’t eat all the stuffing at Thanksgiving anymore’ or something idiotic like that. She took a slight offense to my reaction, but I think she realized that I hadn’t meant for that to be what I said… Afterwards, though, I sat in my room and cried- in a manly way, of course- for at least an hour.”


Likes:
+ Quidditch
+ Magical Creatures (mermaids, werewolves, etc)
+ Bats
+ Red
+ Girls & Romance
+ Spicy Foods
+ Doing things the Muggle way
+ Clean Clothes
+ Chocolate
+ Christmas
Dislikes:
– Needles/Knives of any sort
– ‘Being Safe’
– Singing in front of people
– Hormones getting in the way of things
– Fear. In general.
– Arrogance
– Beetles ”Not THE Beatles, they’re awesome!”
– Mondays
– Doctors
– The Dark

History:

LET’S START AT THE VERY B E G I N N I N G
a very good place to start*

”My father’s name is Gregory English. He is fourty-seven years old. My mother’s name was Emily Price, before she was married to my father, of course. She is… fourty-five years old? Yes, I believe that’s right- although she would probably wring my neck for telling you that! She always makes a big show about looking younger than she actually is; for instance, she once told someone that she was actually twenty-five and, unfortunately (for she was gloating for three straight weeks!), they believed her. Anyway, what was the question? Oh yes, how they got together. Well, it may or may not surprise you to learn that neither of my parents are magical. Really, they’re both muggles. You can research it.” Here, Tristan gives a small chuckle and shakes his head lightly. He seems to find it entertaining that his parents are not magically inclined. ”So, since they’re both muggles, that means they both went to a muggle grade school, a muggle high school and a muggle conservatory- which is where they met. Once they had found each other their sophomore year, they had no idea how they had lived half of their lives without the other- at least, that’s the story they tell me, and judging by the way they sometimes just look at each other lovingly, I quite believe them.

“You see, there really isn’t much to the beginning of my history, other than the fact that my mother and father met, fell in love and got married. Although, there was the time that Mum caught Father cheating on her. They were still in college, so they don’t talk about it much now, but I know that Mum was hurt really badly. That was when they decided to get married. I don’t know if that was the reason or not, or what exactly brought about the hasty decision, but something must’ve given Father the idea. I think Mum said once that the reason Father proposed to her was because he realized he couldn’t live without her… I’ve always wondered what she did to him to make him realize that. Anyway, so they got married and after a year of bliss, they had my brother and I. Here’s where my story gets interesting, to say the least…”

IF I DIE Y O U N G
bury me in satin*

”On February 3rd, 1962, my brother Theodore and I were born. Identical twins, the doctors told my Mum. She and Father were elated, already beginning to pick out names for us before we were even cleaned up. After about half an hour though, my parents began to worry slightly. No one had come back in to tell them that my brother and I were ready for them to hold or even see… Something didn’t feel right. My father rushed to the doctor down the hall and asked what the hell was going on; the doctor had to gently tell him the news. Their eldest boy, Theodore (the only name they had picked out, for they hadn’t picked out mine yet) had been put in intensive care. His breathing had stopped and they couldn’t figure out why. Once they had gotten him breathing again, even if only barely, they had tried to figure out what was wrong with the boy. They had never seen anything like this, and under closer examination they noticed that his liver and kidneys were also just barely working. Mum and father were heart-broken, they figured there was no hope for the baby… until they realized that I had the exact same blood-type, exact same organs, exact same everything as their eldest son. It was a tough decision to make, but they told the doctors that they would keep the baby and let him live for as long as he could. Thankfully, he grew up to be a wonderful, if not sickly, little boy and they were gracious that he continued to breathe until they could tell me what my purpose in life was- is- so that I could understand it.

So, yes. I’ve grown up all my life knowing that I’m basically just a body for my brother; a vessel that his soul will eventually be transplanted into- figuratively. My organs will be donated and given to him starting with one of my kidneys and then, whether his heart or lungs fail first, then I will give him both; heart and lungs. Because that is what I was born to do. But, I’m not bitter or anything; I love my brother. The funniest part is that Mum and Father named my brother Theo before they knew what they were going to name me. His name is Greek for ‘gift of God’, mine is French for ‘sorrowful’… I suppose they gave me that name because that was the moment they had decided my fate. Or maybe it was because having twins that both had ‘T’ names was just plain cute…”

LA LA LA LA LA LA, IT’S A B E A U T I F U L WORLD
and we’re all here*

”So, that’s pretty much been my life up until this point. Never allowed to do anything that was too strenuous on my body, not even being allowed to unwrap my presents at Christmas unless I had rubber gloves on (which I finally got Mum to allow me to rid them a few years ago, thank Merlin)… Not-so normal stuff like that. The best thing that ever happened to me though was when I finally received my acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Oh, it came as quite a shock to everyone in the family and at Mum and Father were furious at first, thinking that the magic might ‘contaminate ’ my organs,” Tristan scoffs and rolls his eyes, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back into his chair. ”Once they found out that the magic wouldn’t affect my health at all, they were totally and completely excited. Well, as excited about magic as muggles can get, really. Sometimes I feel bad because their idea of magic is so warped as to how it really is; I mean, there’s dark magic as well, but it seems that most muggles don’t seem to get that. But yeah, I really had no clue that I had magic in me until I received my letter, simple as that.”

Sample Post: Please look at Gracie Marlow, Ambrosia Barret, Amelia Bones or Isaac Ryder’s!

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, EVAN, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Aiden Neeson]

accepted!