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PostPosted: Thu Jan 20, 2022 1:11 pm


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PRONUNCIATION Low-gn TROO-it Strahyf
NICKNAMES N/A
GENDER Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION TBD
AGE 11
BIRTHDAY May 31, 2044
SIGN Gemini ♊
LANGUAGES English, Irish

FACECLAIM Anime
HEIGHT 4 ft 6.5 in.
BUILD A little on the short side
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES
A splattering of freckles across his back and arms

BLOOD STATUS Halfblood
WAND 13 inches, Dogwood with Fwooper Feather, supple with a bent shaft
PATRONUS Chestnut Stallion (not yet learned)

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ATTENDING Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
HOUSE Unsorted
YEAR First
CLASS OF 2062

EXAM SCORES
O.W.L. SCORES
Astronomy ~
Charms ~
Defense Against the Dark Arts ~
Herbology ~
History of Magic ~
Potions ~
Transfiguration ~
Elective ~


N.E.W.T. SCORES
Astronomy ~
Charms ~
Defense Against the Dark Arts ~
Herbology ~
History of Magic ~
Potions ~
Transfiguration ~
Elective ~


EXTRACURRICULARS
TBD
TBD


BEST CLASSES
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WORST CLASSES
TBD
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DREAM JOB Professional Quidditch Player
CURRENT OCCUPATION Student

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CHIVALROUS Logan’s been known to tease others, but it’s really all in good fun. His parents taught him to always respect others, from the elders to women to his fellow men-at-arms, whatever that meant. Playful teasing is one thing, but he won’t stand for cruelty. Logan will be the first to stand up for another, but is willing to take a step back if it’s for the sake of someone maintaining their pride and honor.

ACTIVE There’s nothing better than getting that body moving out in the fresh air! Full of energy to burn, Logan always seems to be out and about. Lazing around on the couch all day just isn’t for him. It’s important to get involved and experience life! Sports, community, nature, anything. In Logan’s book if you don’t doze off the moment you hit the sheets, the day was wasted.

DENSE Sometimes Logan just doesn’t get “it”, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Why is his classmate suddenly mad at him, when all he did was tell a really good joke? Beats him. Why are those two suddenly avoiding each other? Don’t they walk to Charms together every morning? Not a clue! Logan just doesn’t understand why people can’t be direct with each other and tell it like it is. The world would be so much better without all the beating around the bushes.

HANDS-ON How are you supposed to learn anything unless you do it yourself? Logan is a very hands-on type of guy, in and out of the classroom. He can’t stand bookwork and lives for those practical lessons where he can whip out the wand and show off what he can do. Why read about magical creatures when you can go out and find them? Why focus on theoreticals, when you can go out and do something that actually matters?

OBSTINATE Once Logan’s decided on something, good luck changing his mind. He is headstrong and unyielding to his beliefs and willing to stand up for what he believes in. While his determination is helpful in pushing him to reach his goals, it can just as often get him into trouble, such as when he’s pushing himself too hard and won’t listen to reason.

NAIVE Logan has a tendency to take people at face value. He believes that on the whole, people are honest, and he would much rather trust someone and be wrong than be a skeptic that’s suspicious of everyone. He’s quick to get invested in peoples’ stories, particularly the spooky ones that give him the heebie-jeebies, though in the case of ghosts he’s always relieved to hear when a tale was all in good fun. Despite his want to believe in others and his tendency for things to fly over his head, Logan is not by any means dumb. He believes in what he sees, and if he sees he’s been hurt by a trick, good luck fooling him twice.

LIKES
Football and Quidditch
Guitar practice
Pranks
Parties, concerts, festivals, etc.
Trying new skills/hobbies


DISLIKES
Studying, homework, anything that isn't hands-on
Disrespecting others
Chocolate covered fruits - especially raisins
Shellfish, since it's tried to kill him no less than three times
Scary stories; he gets way too into them


STRENGTHS
High stamina
Honorable


WEAKNESSES
Has a tendency to put his foot in his mouth
Easily freaked out by old superstitions and ghost stories


DESIRES
To live life to the fullest
To be a pro Quidditch player


FEARS
Ghosts freak him out. Specifically poltergeists.
Being caught with his pants down - literally. Feels indecent and embarrassing, plus he'd have to challenge whoever stole his pants to a duel for his honor!


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EARLY CHILDHOOD Logan was born to the happy little family of Finnegan and Morna Strife. His mum worked as an obliviator, while his dad often spooked him with stories from his dangerous work in the ministry’s Poltergeist Unit. Though he was primarily with his parents, occasionally their work would pull them away, leaving Logan with his Nana Biddy in the little town of Doolin. He loved his visits with Nana. Everyone in town seemed to know each other, there was live music in the pubs, and plenty of room to run and play. Logan especially enjoyed helping out at the local ranch herding the sheep with Talula the sheltie, where the owner–Mr. O’Hannigan–was a close family friend from Grandad’s auror days. Mr. O’Hannigan and Nana told him all sorts of stories about the magic community, and made the funniest excuses on the rare occasions when a stray spell from Logan would accidentally set off, but his favorite was the Quidditch. They took him to his first game at 6, and he’s been in love with the sport ever since, wanting nothing more than to fly on a broom of his own and chase after the snitch to the crowd’s cheering. In the meantime, he settled for begging Mr. O’Hannigan to teach him how to play the guitar as well as he did.

It seemed like Nana Biddy was getting sick. She always had a cough, but as the years passed it seemed to worsen. It seemed like each time Logan saw her she became more and more tired. One day after school, fresh into grade four, his mum announced the family would be moving from Limerick to Doolin full-time so they could look after Nana Biddy. Logan couldn’t have been happier, until he received his Hogwarts letter on his eleventh birthday. His family couldn’t have been prouder they said, but he was raring to prove them wrong!


SCHOOL YEARS
FIRST YEAR (what happened your character's first year of school; this section will be added in after their first year is completed)
SECOND YEAR (what happened your character's second year of school; this section will be added in after their second year is completed)
THIRD YEAR (what happened your character's third year of school; this section will be added in after their third year is completed)
FOURTH YEAR (what happened your character's fourth year of school; this section will be added in after their fourth year is completed)
FIFTH YEAR (what happened your character's fifth year of school; this section will be added in after their fifth year is completed)
SIXTH YEAR (what happened your character's sixth year of school; this section will be added in after their sixth year is completed)
SEVENTH YEAR (what happened your character's seventh year of school; this section will be added in after their seventh year is completed)


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RELATIONSHIP STATUS Too young
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FAMILY
Parents Finnegan Strife, poltergeist unit (muggleborn); Lorna Strife, obliviator (halfblood)
Grandparents Ruarc Macaulay, auror (halfblood, deceased) ; Bridget “Biddy” Macaulay, retired from the office of misinformation (halfblood)


FRIENDS
BEST FRIEND ---
Sean O'Hannigan (NPC), Talula the Sheltie (NPC), people of Doolin


ENEMIES ---

ACQUAINTANCES ---

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ALLERGIES Shellfish (anaphylaxis)
ELEMENT Air
HOBBIES Running, Football, volunteering around Doolin, sheep herding
INSTRUMENTS PLAYED Guitar
PRIZED POSSESSION A hand-me-down acoustic guitar from Sean O'Hannigan

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FAVORITE FOOD Colcannon and champ, apple cake
FAVORITE CANDY Sugar Quills
FAVORITE COLOR Crimson and Evergreen
FAVORITE ANIMAL Dogs
FAVORITE SEASON Summer

MAIN THEME "Hall of Fame"
PLAYLIST
Year 1: Hall of Fame
Year 2: -

Year 3: -
Year 4: -
Year 5: -
Year 6: -
Year 7: -



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PostPosted: Tue Jan 25, 2022 5:33 pm


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You can go the distance, you can run the mile
You can walk straight through hell with a smile
You can be a hero, you can get the gold
Breakin' all the records they thought never could be broke

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Halfblood | First Year Gryffindor | Eleven Years Old
Quidditch Team | The Order of the Stick
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Do it for your people, do it for your pride
How you ever gonna know if you never even try?
Do it for your country, do it for your name
'Cause there's gon' be a day, when you're
Standin' in the Hall of Fame


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Trickblues

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PostPosted: Tue Jun 21, 2022 4:39 pm


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Mama said don't give up, it's a little complicated
All tied up, no more love and I'd hate to see you waiting
They say it's all been done but they haven't seen the best of me
So I got one more run and it's gonna be a sight to see

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Halfblood | Second Year Gryffindor | Twelve Years Old
Quidditch Team (Reserve) | The Order of the Stick
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Yer post is gonna go here. Words. Descriptions. Let us know what your character is thinking and feeling. Let us know what's going on with their senses. Put yourself in their shoes. "Oh, and sometimes your character will say stuff. That'll go here," they say. And then maybe you'll say why they said that, or how they felt as they said that. 'Thinking is also good.' Anyone ever tell you to think before you speak? Exactly.


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Had to have high, high hopes for a living
Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing
Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision
Always had high, high hopes
PostPosted: Thu Jan 26, 2023 3:44 pm


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Out the gates, I'm rocketing faster
Supersonic, natural disaster
I may be desperate tonight
I'm never giving up
I won't change my mind

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Halfblood | Fourth Year Gryffindor | Fourteen Years Old
Quidditch - Chaser | The Order of the Stick | Fencing Club
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                                                              Can't stop me now (stop me now)
                                                              Lights out, no rhyme or reason
                                                              And now my pulse is speeding up on me
                                                              Too fast to hit the brakes, no time to stop
                                                              Steady go!


Trickblues

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Trickblues

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PostPosted: Sat Apr 01, 2023 7:50 am


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Out the gates, I'm rocketing faster
Supersonic, natural disaster
I may be desperate tonight
I'm never giving up
I won't change my mind

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Halfblood | Fifth Year Gryffindor | Prefect | Fifteen Years Old
Quidditch Team Chaser | The Order of the Stick | Fencing Club
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                                                              Can't stop me now (stop me now)
                                                              Lights out, no rhyme or reason
                                                              And now my pulse is speeding up on me
                                                              Too fast to hit the brakes, no time to stop
                                                              Steady go!
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