Argent, Tristan

Tristan Tremain Argent
Hogwarts Secrets

Alias: Tris or T
Age: 15
Date of Birth: February 19
Species: Human, so far as we can tell

Powers: Just your average young wizard with a rather inflated ego
Other Abilities: *cough* None. Don't ask him, though.

History and Personality: Tristan is the oldest child of Cledwyn and Eleanor Argent and heir to a proper family fortune of his own. The Argent family, long known in the UK as a family of proud purebloods, earned their fortune as landowners. Many of the shop spaces and flats in Diagon Alley (and its international equivalents in France and Italy) are owned by the Argent family, and they turn a tidy profit from rent. The Tremain side, his mother's family, own a large apothecary supply company. Lucky Tristan is the heir to this as well.

Cledwyn raised both his children with a firm hand and the hope that they would become responsible members of society - in theory. He was a good man who was over-involved in the world around him, leaving his wife to do most of the actual raising. When Cledwyn was home, the children were mild-mannered and interested in the outside world, but when he was away, their mother indulged them terribly out of a misguided fear that lack of a constant father was making them feel unloved. This dual-world shaped Tristan specifically, forcing him to develop a keen eye for what was expected in every social situation and the ability to fill that role. Tristan is very good at telling those in authority exactly what they want to hear. He almost always has something entirely different boiling beneath the surface, being the quiet but deadly sort of troublemaker. His upbringing definitely spoiled him, but Tristan recognizes his biases for what they are and chooses to embrace them anyway.

Known Relatives: Cledwyn Argent (Father); Eleanor Tremain Argent (mother); Adeline (sister), age 11


Height: 5'8"
Appearance: Blue eyes, Dark blond/light brown hair typically worn long, lanky build with definite signs he isn't done growing yet

RP sample:
Adeline was a pest. Sisters, as a rule, were pests, and younger sisters were a special form of unruly demon, but Adeline was working her way up to being locked in the Muggle restroom and left in King's Cross station until she was a second year. It wasn't any one thing that she was doing, Tristan decided. It was everything. It was every word she uttered and every time she touched him and MER-LIN'S PANTS if she didn't stop humming...

Someone was going to get seriously hurt.

Tristan twisted around in his seat on the top of his trunk so that his shoulders were hunched around his ears and his back was to his sister. Maybe she'd get sorted into a house that fed their young to the squid. He'd cross his fingers and toes that it was so. As the little girl skipped off to examine the train, Tris reached around in his bag, hoping to find a snack. He knew that he'd packed half the pantry in this bag, forcing the house elves to perform shrinking charms so everything fit.

His fingers had just brushed the edge of a chocolate frog when he heard a short squeal of pain. One of the ruddy second years had tripped Adeline, and she sulked on the pavement. Tristan exploded from his seat, his expression thunderous.

"Bloody Hecate, kid. I'm about to throw you under the train."

[Played by: Ole Sorensen]