Name: Tristan Dirte
Age: 16
Appearance: See my avatar
Personality: Calm, quiet, introverted. Has changed much. Used to be outgoing and fun.
History: Parents are both from England, has a twin sister named Nereida who attends Beauxbatons, an older sister named Melisande who attends Hogwarts, and a younger brother, Ross, who attends Beauxbatons. Parents are divorced, he lives with his mom and older sister in London.
RPG Sample [100+ words in character]:Tristan Dirte walked along the Great Hall, his hands shoved in the pockets of his robe, his eyes at the floor. So much had changed since the last time he had been at Hogwarts. His parents now divorced, his twin sister and younger brother living with their dad and attending Beauxbatons, and he and his older sister living with their mom and attending Hogwarts…again. It was like a dream, yet the longer he stayed within the walls of Hogwarts, the more it seemed like a neverending nightmare. Hardly any of the friends he had met the last time he attended were still there, and he tried his best to avoid those that still remained. He had changed so much in the last year, he was afraid they would no longer want to be around him.

As he walked, he casually glanced around the room. It was then that he saw her. She sat there, as beautiful as ever, and his heart began to pound in his chest. Was it really her? Was Angelina still at school?

After realizing that this was really happening, and it was Angie, Tristan turned and started to leave. He couldn’t let her see him, not like this. He had been so happy when they were together the last time. He couldn’t bear to have her see him after he had changed so much. He was taller now, and more serious, and had an air of solemnity about him. He could hardly even stand to stare at himself in the mirror any longer.

Hoping she didn’t see him, he sat down nervously at the Ravenclaw table and drummed his fingers on the table top. I wonder if she ever thought about me during all this time. I know I’ve thought about her every day, he thought to himself. Taking a goblet of pumpkin juice, he gulped it down, hoping it would calm his nerves.


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