Post by KRISTIAN MORI on Jul 22, 2024 16:36:07 GMT -5
Kristian Mori
Birthday: May 25th, 2012
Blood Status: Half-blood
Location of Residence: Edinburgh, Scotland
School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
House: Ravenclaw
Appearance: Portrayed by Hwang Hyunjin
Three Characteristics You Think You Are: Honest, patient, isolative
Three Characteristics Others Think You Are: Openminded, mousy, bright
Three Random Facts:
- He has a very big sweet tooth and always carries something to munch or suck on.
- Kristian was born in Oslo, Norway, but at his own request has been staying with his uncle in Scotland for the past four years. He is able to speak Norwegian, English, and some Japanese.
- Plays mad scientist when it comes to potions. He's always happy to meet "voluntary" test subjects.
Aspirations:
- To make his family proud through his academy achievements, and look after his sister.
- To become an independent researcher, or maybe a potioneer, or maybe become an unspeakable. Oh, and to fully cut off his parents.
Favourite Class: Potions and COMC
Least Favourite Class: History of Magic
Favourite Wizarding Food or Drink: Sugar Quills and Trifle
Thoughts on Blood Purism: He thinks it's rather silly overall and struggles to find logical grounding in the idea. Saying this out loud however is... annoying, as the topic is uncomfortable to him. Especially when his parents are purists themselves, for whatever reason.
Thoughts on the Government: Something his father would complain about at the dinner table. Basically, not his problem yet.
Family:
Hana Lee-Mori [mother] - 36
Atsuhiko Mori [father] - 35
Jinnie Lee [uncle] - 25
Kristina Mori [sister] - 14 - fraternal twin (older by 5 minutes)
Roleplay Example:
During Kristian's first year at Hogwarts, he honestly believed that riding a broomstick was another form of torture, with all its height and wobbling and twists and turns. He was more fond of the safer options, specifically ones that kept him close to the beautiful, stable ground. And yet there he was, forced into practicing with his traitor of an uncle.
"Get it together, Kris! You're telling me you can handle ruining my carpet, but not riding a silly old broom?"
A pout quickly found a way to Kristian's face at the remark. That mistake would be held over his head for the next month or so no doubt.
"... I said I was sorry... I didn't notice my paper was so close to the fire—"
"You can tell me sorry all you want once you're in the air, kid!"
He sighed in defeat and glanced downwards, seeing his own grip on the broom, the bend in his knees as he leaned forward. For a moment, he loathed the fear running through his veins and smothering his chest. However, his brain couldn't help it. A scenario in which he flew off and landed on his neck played on repeat within his mind. An unlikely possibility, he knew, but a possibility nonetheless.
Yet the boy knew that should he stay on the ground much longer, his quidditch player uncle would tease him relentlessly, or maybe throw Kristian into the air himself from sheer impatience.
After all, flying was as easy as breathing itself. Because of course it was. He swore, should he die, he would haunt this evil man for the rest of time.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. In and out. In and out. In. Out.
"Yes, yes, keeping taking your time. I definitely have a few years to waste standing here—"
With that, he took off.
... And ended up with only a sprained wrist. A win in his books.
ALIAS: lio
OTHER CHARACTERS: N.A
WELCOME BUDDY?: yeah!
CANON?: No
WANTED AD?: No
