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 Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:33 pm
 GENERAL Name: Tristan Alexandra Mandelheim
Gender: Female
Birthday: January 29
House: Ravenclaw
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Wand: Hawthorn; 15 inches; Unicorn Hair
Wand Hand: Right PERSONALITY General:
Artistic/Creative
She's very artistic. Most often - when she's not seen with her eyes skimming page after page in her books - she can be found drawing or writing. Before Hogwarts, her drawings and writings were mostly about magic and what a neat and intriguing thing it would be to do, or creatures drawn up with different attributes of other creatures (like a horse with rabbit ears). Nowadays she can be found writing memoirs of magic she's used or drawing up future spells or creations! - The downside to her Artistic/Creativity is that now she no longer has to dream of the magical and immaginable, she's been having a hard time thinking up of something that is still - for the most part - fictional!
Quiet/Shy
Tristan rarely talks unless she feels the absolute need to do so or if called upon in class. She tends to keep to herself, often stammering or murmuring and having issues making eye contact when talking to someone new. This often can be diverted if it's something class related, such as group activities, partnered assignments, OR if the other individual says or does something that particularly sparks her interest. The downside to this attribute is that because she has a problem talking to someone new, she finds it hard to make new friends or socialize in a group.
Bookworm
She loves a good book! Or any book for that matter! She's reading more often than she is drawing or writing, but mostly that's because she's so intrigued by this whole entire world that has been left in hiding all this time! If there's a book about it in the wizarding world, you better believe it's on her list of things to read at some point - if she hasn't read it already, that is!The downside - There are only a very very few books that she's able to read more than once. Because of the way she tends to just soak in information, once she's read a book, she doesn't feel the need to read it again. Thus, this results in the fact that she will eventually run out of books...
Quick Learner
Tristan is always eager to learn new things! And because she's so eager to learn anything and everything there is to learn, she soaks it all in like a sponge, and it shows! She can easily quote a teacher on a lesson or mimic a wand flick after only seeing someone demonstrate it once!
Habits:
Work First, Then "Play"
If there's anything Tristan does best, it's being sure that all her homework, classwork, and/or chores are done first. She makes lists of the things she needs to do on a daily basis and lives by her list! Once the list is done, then she can do whatever she wants... which generally involves more studying or writing her own stories or something...
Lip Biting
She does this far too often for her lips' good. Whenever she's thinking, concentrating, or off in lala land, the right side of her lower lip is tucked between her teeth. She's also been known to do so when talking with someone new and even when she's lying - though she honestly hopes she never ever EVER has to lie to anyone, as she tends to be bad at that...
Pushing her Glasses Up on her Nose
This is something Tristan does often when talking to someone she knows, answering a question she clearly knows the answer to, when she gets a brilliant idea for her next story project or picture, or just when they start to slip down the bridge of her nose... as glasses are naturally want to do...
Hobbies:
Writing
As mentioned before, Tristan loves to think up new stories. And as such, she has taken up writing as one of her hobbies. She writes a wide array of things. Sometimes Poetry, mini-memoirs, or even a few notes in her journal/diary, but she hopes to one day write a book or series of books.
Drawing
Whenever the mood or idea strikes, she just has to put an idea to paper. If that idea is a picture, you can bet she'll sketch it out in a heartbeat! More often than not, her doodles can and are related to whatever thing she's currently writing in her free-time. Though, she has sometimes doodled things up in favor of a way to remember something. For instance, if in a class studying about a particular plant with jagged or smooth leaves, she will do a quick sketch in her notes of one of the leaves to ensure that it solidifies as a memory in her brain....
Likes:
Study/Classes
Tristan loves to study and learn new things. Thus, she can generally be found studying for her assignments should the need or requirement arise. Because of her love for learning things, she's never late to a class. In fact, she's always early to her classes... She finds classes as the gateway to learning something new daily - which is of course, true - but she LOVES it! And thus, loves her classes!
Magic
Magic is a new animal for Tristan. Up until recently, she's only been able to imagine and pretend about magic. It wasn't until her Aunt saw her flipping pages with her mind did she know that magic actually really existed! Since this marvelous discovery, she's found ways to get a hold of books that discussed magic - the origins of, the study of, etc. - just so she could learn more! She's fascinated by magic in itself and is ever so eager to try out a new spell, charm, or potion!
Dislikes:
Heights
It's not so much that she dislikes heights... More so... the fear of being up high. It's a common fear, and she can live with it in most occurances, such as climbing a ladder or stairs, but if she can avoid being up where she can clearly see a gap worthy of an even slightly painful fall, she'd find other means to avoid the effort or find a new, less high method in which to complete the task. FAMILY Mother: Biological: Mallora Birch Hutchins - Deceased - Pureblood - Slytherin
Adopted: Cassandra Fortier Mandelheim - Alive - Muggleborn - N/A
Father: Biological: Alexander Hutchins - ??? - Half-Blood - Ravenclaw
Adopted: Christian Mandelheim - Alive - Muggleborn
Siblings: Biological: None!
Adopted: Curtis Mandelheim - Alive - Muggleborn
Extended Family:
Biological:
Maternal: Grandmother - Matilda Hill Birch - ??? - Pureblood - Slytherin
Grandfather - Gregory Birch - ??? - Pureblood - Slytherin
Paternal: Grandmother - Kelli Willard Hutchins - ??? - Half-Blood - Hufflepuff
Grandfather - Edward Hutchins - ??? - Half-Blood - Ravenclaw
Adopted:
Maternal: Grandmother - Elizabeth Wilton Fortier - Muggleborn
Grandfather - Jonathon Fortier - Muggleborn
Paternal: Grandmother - Sandra Smith Mandelheim - Muggleborn
Grandfather - Alexander Mandelheim - Muggleborn
Uncle - Joseph Mandelheim - Muggleborn
Aunt - Married to Joseph - Amaryllis "Amy" Ashewood Mandelheim - Half-Blood - Gryffindor
Cousin (Twin) - Child to Joseph and Amy - Lavanda Rose Mandelheim - Half-Blood - Not yet placed (Younger than Tristan)
Cousin (Twin) - Child to Joseph and Amy - Ivy Nerine Mandelheim - Half-Blood - Not yet placed (Younger than Tristan)
Relationship with Family:
Tristan is very close to her family. A small part of her knows that she's adopted as her family looks very much different than her - they are all dark brunettes with pale skin and brown or hazel eyes and she's white-blonde with tanned skin and Heterochromatic eyes (one blue, one green). It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. However, they love each and every one of each other dearly.
Her parents raised her as their own and didn't alter that affection/care any when their own child was born. Tristan is grateful for them being in her life and doesn't ever question them about her being adopted because of it. HISTORY General History:
Mallora Birch was of Pureblood Slytherin line. As far back as her family dared to map, their family tree was littered with the proud and snobbish ways, all dressed in Greens and Silvers. Her family sneered at those from other houses at Hogwarts. They snarled at the sight of a Muggle and they disliked fraternizing much with the likes Half-Bloods. But Mallora was different. Granted, she grew up surrounded by teachings of her family, about how there's no better blood than that of a Pureblood! But that didn't stop Mallora from falling in love with the dashing young Ravenclaw Half-Blood named Alexander Hutchins. She ignored her family's protests of their affections and soon after finishing their classes at Hogwarts, the two eloped and married before Mallora's family could think twice about it.
Once they found out, Mallora's family was in an uproar. Threats danced about her thoughts and dreams of her family daring to abandon her for. Howler's poured in daily for months until her family finally realized that she would not give in to their idle threats and leave Alexander. They receded in their efforts, but only so much. They returned to their usual routines of family gatherings and such, but ignored Alexander completely. As if they imagined he wasn't even there.
This sort of reaction brought poor Mallora into a panic once she discovered she was pregnant with Alexander's child. Would her family abandon her completely? Would the disown her and pretend she never existed too? Or worse? Would they try to kill her husband and eventually their child?! Needless to say, Mallora didn't want to find out these answers the hard way...
So, Mallora ran. She left her wand, her spells, her wonderful world of magic behind and disappeared, hiding herself and refusing to use magic unless it was entirely necessary. She didn't want to be found, she didn't want them to know of her situation... She didn't even tell Alex about their child... All she left for him was a note that said "I love you, but this can't go on any longer...." Among a few other mushy sentences of a cheesy farewell.
She found shelter with an elderly lady - a Muggle - who offered her shelter in return for doing simple chores about the house. She quickly learned how things in the Muggle world worked, and eventually found herself getting by without any magic at all - save for the random sparks her unborn child forced her to do... But she stayed hidden.
Then the day came. The baby came. Late in the night the pains began, though Mallora could sense something was wrong, she didn't express it. The elder lady admitted to having been a midwife at some point her her time and aided in the childbirth, but Mallora lost a lot of blood in the effort. She could feel her time growing short and managed to tell the elderly lady the name she chose for her baby girl. Tristan Alexandra. Last name didn't matter. Heck, she didn't even tell the old lady her own last name in all that time she spent with her. Her final wish was that the old lady made sure that Tristan was well taken care of.
After Mallora's passing, the elderly lady weighed her options. She was in no condition to raise a newborn, much less dote on one constantly, as babies are apt to demand. So she put the child in a home, explaining to the authorities that the only thing her mother mentioned was that her name was Mallora and that she never spoke of any family.... Nothing else.
Tristan was immediately given into the care of Cassandra and Christian Mandelheim. A loving and devoted Muggle couple. They had been married for 7 years at this point, but had yet to conceive a child of their own. They opted to adoption, aiming for a newborn. A little girl, if possible. To their surprise, Tristan was born shortly after their request was put into the system and they brought little Tristan home. They agreed to keep the name that was suggested and cherished her. They raised her as their own and in fact, kept their story of how she truly became part of their family to themselves, as they found it hard to bring up the subject on their own. They merely assumed that she would ask them when she was ready to know the answers.
When Tristan was five, Cassandra and Christian found out the shocking news that they were expecting a child of their own. They had a boy they named Curtis, but they didn't love Tristan any less because of his presence. The two children grew up normally in the loving and devoting family.
Tristan began public school around the time her brother was born and loved her schooling. She took studying seriously and always asked questions about this, that and the other. She loved to learn. To create, explore, and imagine. But it wasn't until Tristan was nearly ten did her imagining get a little wild.
Suddenly, her mourning for a dying flower would brighten it's color and unwilt it. Her groaning complaints of having to clean her room when all she wanted was to read a book would result in socks and slacks putting themselves in her dirty clothes hamper. Doors would open when she tried to carry too many things from one room to another. Lights would cut on in the middle of the night when she had a bad dream...
It wasn't until her family had a reunion that summer did she get caught testing her abilities out on her own. She had found that she could turn pages of her book with a mere thought and - by this point - had grown rather accustomed to the task and did it mostly without thinking about it by now. Her Aunt Amy managed to observe such an action and nearly lost it!.... with excitement of course!
Everyone in the family - except the children - knew of Amy's little "secret". She was a Witch. She had grown up in a Half-blood family. Raised in a magical home, went to Hogwarts, the whole 9-yards. Her primary study was Muggle artifacts. She was fascinated by them, and in her studies, she had found and fallen in love with Joseph - Christian Mandelheim's younger brother.
They were not new to the idea of magic at this point, but they were uneasy of another member being a part of this new thing. Excited for her neice, Amy assured them all that she'd help them get ready for when she'd get her invite to Hogwarts. And boy did she....
Amy gave Tristan all her books from her time at Hogwarts. She knew Tristan was of the studying and eager to learn type, so giving her the books would be all the influence she would need for the time being. Amy expressed to her the warnings of using magic in the presence of Muggles. The dos and don'ts of using magic at all. And Tristan soaked it all in gladly. She was eager to learn more of this world, eager to try spells and make potions, but adhered to the warnings given to her.
In her remaining year at home, she made a conscious effort to not study about magic too much in front of her parents as she could tell they weren't entirely sure of the idea. That didn't change or alter their affection for her in the least, however.
Summer of her eleventh year soon came. The owl came, just as her Aunt had said and took her shopping for what school supplies she needed. Her Aunt Amy even bought her a cat as a gift. A silver tabby Tristan named Two-Socks, despite the fact that all the cat's paws were white...
Now with her invite to Hogwarts in hand (and book in the other) she's eager to set foot in this wonderful magical world she's been reading about all year. Eager and willing to attempt the spells and incantations she's forced herself to refrain from doing until this very moment... MISCELLANEOUS The Sorting:
"Tristan Mandelheim...!" rang the Headmasters call as she read the name from the parchment.
Tristan's dual-colored eyes flickered briefly to the Headmaster before swallowing hard. She'd read of all the houses. Gryffindor was for the Brave and Daring, Hufflepuff was for the Humble and Loyal, Slytherin - the Cunning and Sly... But she crossed her fingers that she'd be placed in Ravenclaw. They were the Wise and Intelligent. That seemed to be more her forte.
She balled her fists in determination and brushed past the other students around her. She nibbled on her lower lip as she climbed the few stairs up to the stool and slid into the seat upon it. It was then the Headmaster plopped the Sorting Hat upon her White-Blonde head and she immediately heard a gruff voice talking amidst her thoughts.
"Interesting. Interesting!"
She had read in a book somewhere that the Sorting Hat was able to speak to you without others knowing what it had said... Up until this moment, she wasn't sure whether she believed it! Until now, she had only heard the Hat sing his little rhyme and holler out various Houses for the kids before her to be put into.
"Yes! Very Interesting indeed! You come from a long line of sly Slytherin's, young Tristan..." he began again, still sifting through her thoughts and memories as if they were his own.
Tristan had eeped out a startled gasp at this. She had known for a while now that she had been adopted, but she never gathered the courage to approach her parents about that fact. However, the idea of coming from a family of Slytherin's... that alone made her just a bit uneasy...
The Sorting Hat continued...
"... but that's nothing to be ashamed of. And you have a wonderful blend of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff in there too! Yes!..."
Hufflepuff and Raveclaw? Really?! She fidgeted visibly on the stool and only just now noticed that the entire school of Hogwarts was currently staring at her... rather the hat, but she could suddenly feel all their eyes burrowing into her, much like the Sorting Hat was currently doing to her thoughts. Her lip began to pink from her nibbling and she slouched a bit in discomfort from being the current center of attention.
" You are filled with dedication in learning. Eager to soak up all knowledge of the world. Don't worry, young Tristan! You'll know of your real parents when you're ready. But until then, your place is in..." Tristan blinked. Her Real Par--
"RAVENCLAW!"
She noticeably jumped, nearly falling off the stool had her knuckles not become white by gripping onto the sides of it already. The roar of delight from the Ravenclaw table alleviated her current thoughts and troubles as the hat was lifted from her head and she managed to slip down and find a seat among the cheering students.
She smiled meekly and pushed her falling spectacles back against her brow. Ravenclaw.... She was a Ravenclaw! Oh, happy day! The one house she had been hoping to be a part of for a year! She couldn't wait to tell her Aunt and Parents the news!
Parents.... She bit her lip again as she dwindled on this thought and watched as other students sat beneath the hat... Her REAL Parents... they were not 'Muggles' as her books called them. She would have to study up on this, she was more than sure of it...
Boggart:
"H-Hello?"
Tristan's eyes flitted this way and that in the dim glow of the fireplace. She had been up late studying - as usual - in the Ravenclaw common-room and had heard something bumping about on the other side of the room. It kept to the shadows and she swallowed hard.
Grasping her wand and flicking it gently, she whispered softly to herself, "Lumos..." and the tip of her wand began to glow.
She heard another thump off to the side and she jumped, spinning around so the light of her wand fell upon... her... her brother?! Only...
Her eyes widened... Her younger brother's figure laid upon the ground and twitched, a dazed and far-off look in his eyes. Like he was dead... She started to scream but bit her tongue. No... This couldn't be real... Her brother was a muggle! Not to mention, he was only 5! He wouldn't be allowed to Hogwarts yet, not to mention the fact that he couldn't find the way...
Another twitch...
Tristan grimaced at the sight and fought back tears. This looked too real, but she quickly began thinking of various creatures that it co--...
She steeled herself and straightened up. A Boggart was the only explanation! She immediately thought of his eyes going cross-eyed and his tongue sticking up, despite gravity... something he always did when playing dead in their games back home. She flicked her wrists, "Riddikulus!" she shouted, undoubtedly waking some of the Prefects in the effort.
The face skewed just as she pictured it and she couldn't help but laugh. If her shouting didn't wake them before, her giggling would certainly do the trick!
Mirror of Erised:
Tristan pulled the sheet that covered a tall rectangular shape and coughed a bit as dust billowed generously from the effort. What she found was a beautiful mirror. It was tall and elegantly crafted. The look alone brought a soft smile to her lips.
Something... seemed off about it though... Smoke began to swirl in the reflection before her and her brow stitched together. Pushing her glasses up on her nose, she stepped closer and peered at the mirror. Her fingers gingerly touching the surface. It seemed solid....
Figures appeared behind her in the glass and she gasped softly, her body spinning around quickly to see who it could have been that would sneak up on her like that! But as she turned, she realized that no one was there and she bit her lip in confusion. Looking back to the mirror again, she could see the figures better. In fact, they were her family. Her Mom, her Dad, her Brother... Her Aunt, Uncle and her twin Cousins... They all stood around behind her and smiled, huddled together like one big family.
Then two more figures came into view and she blinked in wonder as to who they were... She'd never seen them before, never met them... yet, they smiled and joined into the family gathering that had assembled as if they belonged there. Her Mom and Dad greeting them as if they were long lost family....
Stepping back to the mirror, she peered closer at the pair.
The man had blonde hair, squared jaw, wore glasses and had several freckles across his face. He was tan and trim, tall... Looked as though he spent his days pushing a quill for both leisure and work, as he had a few pens and a notepad tucked into his shirt pocket.
The woman of the pair had white-blonde hair, long rounded jaw with pale skin and practically a flawless complexion. She was of average height, slender and... to Tristan's surprise, also had Heterochromatic eyes! One eye blue, the other green!
Tristan blinked.... Could they?
The pair turned to smile at each other before leaning up against each other in a picture perfect lean. The woman, seeming to be so full of joy and slightly embarassed by it, nibbled on her lip. The man, seeing this made a motion as if to chuckle at the woman's motion and shoved his glasses back onto his face in the same swift motion that Tristan quickly recognized as her own personal method.
Two plus two equals...?!
Tristan smiled, taking in the new faces happily. They were her parents... Her REAL parents. And they were a part of her family just like her adoptive parents were. They were accepted and loved by those she already held dear... the only thing she hoped for since her encounter with the Sorting Hat.
Now she had faces to go by. All she needed now was names and she can begin her search for them.
Her hands lifted back to the glass, one resting between the cluster of her adopted family... the other... between her parents.
"I'll find you two and we can be a family again..." She smiled to the group in the reflection. "... I promise..." she whispered before reluctantly pulling away to replace the sheet back over the mirror and find her way back to her Common-room.
EXTRA CREDIT
Everything in this section is completely optional, but if you feel like going above and beyond the above required sections, this is for you! You can pick and choose which ones to fill out or not. Feel free to cut this section out of your form or just leave it blank if you opt not to fill it out.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:34 pm
 Just gonna... fill this in as I do so. XD
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:05 am
♪ ♫ "Everyday I'm Junglin'..." ♪ ♫
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:06 am
♪ ♫ "Celebrate good times, COME ON!!" ♪ ♫
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:38 am
♪ ♫ "Why yeh blind to see? Yer such a Drama Queen!!" ♪ ♫
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:39 am
♪ ♫ "Oh no! They broke out the Cardboard! Looks like I'm headin' to the dancefloor!" ♪ ♫
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:40 am
♪ ♫ "I wanna do bad things to you..." ♪ ♫
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:41 am
♪ ♫ "I'm... KILROY! KILROY! Kilroy! Kilroy......." ♪ ♫
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:44 am
♪ ♫ "10 point O on the Richter Scale! Shake it like an Earthquake, MOVE yer tail!" ♪ ♫
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:46 am
♪ ♫ "I come from the land where the Mullet attacks! Business up front, party in the back!" ♪ ♫
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:51 am
♪ ♫ "Wont sleep. No sleep until I'm done with finding the answer..." ♪ ♫
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 10:54 am
♪ ♫ "We didn't start the fire! It was always burnin' since the world's been turnin'!" ♪ ♫
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