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Player Information
Name: Ri
Timezone: Eastern - EDT right now.
Personal Journal: pink_vader0001
Players Contact/AIM/MSN/YAHOO: MSN - diamonde_dragoness@hotmail.com
Email Address: cheetah1090@yahoo.com
Former/Other Characters in the RP: None
Character Information
Name: Touya (Surname Hikari, for the purposes of the AU)
Canon Origin/Series: Yu Yu Hakusho (his specific page on the fandom wiki: http://yuyuhakusho.wikia.com/wiki/T%C5%8Dya)
School Year: 6th
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Out of school living location: East Finchley, North London, England, UK (location explained in background section)
Blood status: mixed-race muggleborn
Personality: The first thing to notice about Touya is how quiet he is. He seems quite severe at first glance, almost judgmental, and his piercing blue eyes don’t help matters. His overall first impression is cold and aloof, calculating. This is really a self-defence mechanism for him - he never had real friends among his peers growing up, and he doesn’t understand why he would be expected to make them now just because he’s among those who are unique like he is.
He’s inordinately proud of his Japanese heritage. He speaks both English and Japanese fluently, his English with a little bit of a lilting accent. The only time in which he mixes the two languages is when he’s writing, and that’s only when signing his name - he’ll sign his name in English, and then just to the right of it write the kanji.
In fact, one of Touya’s main vices is that he’s just inordinately proud in general. He doesn’t boast, openly, but he preens, and he carries this air about him that just says that he knows that his standards are higher than most others, and he never fails to meet them. To him, a bad grade in school would be like a slap in the face - something that he’s never actually experienced before.
On the off chance that someone would happen to get past his defences (which, funnily enough, wouldn’t be that difficult, for the right type of person), they’ll find something just a little different from what they may expect. The exterior of his attitude - that is, the part that is there for everyone to see - is cold, aloof, accomplished, a scholar and an overachiever who seems to succeed at everything that he sets his mind to.
Behind the scenes, Touya’s a slightly frazzled perfectionist who could stand to have someone his own age he could depend on to get him to loosen up every now and again. Every success means that the next time, he needs to push himself that much harder, but it’s like using a bellows to fan a flame. One miscalculation, one squeeze just a little too hard, and the flame will go out.
He has a good side, too, of course. Once cemented in his trust, he is a friend for life. He is someone who can be depended on to step up for the underdog, and who nearly everyone can trust their back to in a pinch. One benefit of his determined personality is that when he is engaged, he will never run from a dangerous situation. Put his back to the wall, or anyone else’s (particularly that mythical hypothetical friend), and he will fight to the death if he has to. This is also partly due to his unshakeable code of honour that was passed down to him from his austere grandfather. His grandfather taught him that, on the grand scale, any cause worth pursuing had better be worth dying for, when push comes to shove.
Even though he’s to all appearances quiet and aloof, he isn’t entirely mirthless. His sense of humour is very dry and sarcastic, with a leaning toward the dark as you’d expect from a boy who spent his childhood playing in a cemetery. It takes quite a bit for him to be comfortable enough with someone to laugh with them, or even to smile, so that’s a pretty good indication when you’re ‘in’, so to speak. (Being gracious in victory and honourable in defeat is generally a good way to get on his good side. He has no patience for cowards or braggarts.)
One of the things that he’ll never admit to anyone is how big of a sweet tooth he has. He’s not stupid enough to be bribed by them or anything, but he keeps a stash of sweets from Honeydukes in a small box under his bed. He particularly likes ice mice, and he’s not actually a big chocolate fan.
Canon Background: Touya is first introduced in the Dark Tournament arc in Yu Yu Hakusho as yet another opponent for the protagonists to face. He is an ice demon, and even though he is a shinobi, or ninja, he has an unshakeable code of honour. His team’s goal in fighting in the Dark Tournament is that they’ll be able to claim the island that the tournament is held on as theirs after all is said and done. Touya in particular seems to hold this goal close to his heart. His fight is against Kurama, who refuses to kill him when he is defeated. Touya comes to respect Team Urameshi greatly, and joins them as a trusted ally after his defeat at their hands.
Touya, along with five other demons who Team Urameshi befriended in the Dark Tournament, recurs as a character in the last arc of the series, the Three Kings saga. He is recruited by Kurama to serve as a guard to the demon king Yomi, as part of a subversive plot on Kurama’s side to have powerful fighters loyal to him alone surrounding Yomi. He was trained by Genkai, and went from being a lower C-class demon to an upper S-class. He fought in the Demon World Tournament, but was defeated by a worthy opponent, Kujou, who spared his life again when he lost consciousness.
Post-series, he’s last seen in the epilogue wandering the Demon World with his friend Jin and his companions Shishiwakamaru and (the Beautiful) Suzuki. He sneezes when it’s revealed that Koto, a pretty little fox-girl, has a crush on him.
Background (AU!Canon; HP): (Dog) Touya’s grandfather Ryoga came to the United Kingdom in the early 1960s as a student, intending at first to return to Japan as soon as he had finished his schooling. He fell in love with his host country, however, and decided to stay and build his life there instead. He got a job at a bank in London, and settled down in the popular suburb of East Finchley, where the existing (and growing) Japanese population made him as though he’d never left home. He married Touya’s grandmother, Kyoko, and they started a family.
Touya’s mother, Yukiko, was the oldest of the three children (born in the middle of winter, 1970), with a brother Mitsu (summer, 1972) and a sister Kaiya (fall, 1975). Yukiko met Touya’s father, Oliver, in the late 1980s when he came to East Finchley to visit the little-known sightseeing spots. Their romance involved a lot of trips to the Phoenix Cinema. In 1990, Yukiko’s sister Kaiya died in a tragic car accident. In 1992, Yukiko and Oliver finally got married and settled down. In December 1994, Touya was born. His mother never recovered from the incredibly difficult birth, and she ultimately wasted away in the spring of 1995. Oliver, grief-stricken, left his infant son in the care of the boy’s grandparents and uncle, and walked out of their lives. When he returned in 2004, it was to be buried alongside his wife, leaving Touya officially an orphan at the age of 9.
Touya grew up a bit of a distant child. His unusual appearance, attributed to his Anglo-Japanese race, made him an outcast among his peers at school and made him the subject of ire and abuse from his Japanese classmates. He was an only and lonely child, raised by his severe but loving grandparents with occasional visits from his uncle. He was a young boy when strange things started happening around him. Little things, like the tea kettle blowing up, the front door freezing shut, or his bullying classmates ending up on the roof with their mouths glued shut.
This clearly ostracized him further among his classmates, and even his teachers started to regard him as a suspicious troublemaker - he was the nail that stood up, after all, but he refused to be hammered down. He spent most of his childhood running around in the enormous cemetery in which his parents were buried, climbing the ash and sycamore trees and talking to the headstones. When he was just turned 10 years old, he ran away from home in the middle of a snowstorm. His grandfather found him the next day curled up between his parents’ graves, completely unharmed by the six inches of snow that had fallen in the night.
Ryoga was shattered when he lost both of his daughters within five years of one another, so understandably he clung to his only grandson and doted on the boy with abandon. He taught him English and Japanese from a young age, taught him how to read people and instilled in him the honour code that he himself had learned from his father. This code got Touya through his early years of schooling. From his Grandmother, Touya learned grace and humility, and appreciation of art. From both, he gleaned his healthy appreciation for reading. Growing up, his only friends were books and his grandparents. As a special treat, every so often his grandparents would take him to the Phoenix Cinema.
In the spring of 2005, a strange adult came to Touya’s house with a letter for him that said that he was a wizard, and he would start attending Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry in the fall. The professor, part of the faculty of the school, explained to Touya’s grandparents that magic sometimes crops up in a child even when they don’t have magical parents, and that it was important for him to attend school at Hogwarts so that he could learn to control his magical gift.
Touya had been excited for a chance to understand his magic. His beloved grandparents, however, had been less than enthusiastic. They had always been protective of him, and perhaps a little too lenient with him, but they reluctantly acceded the point when they were told that the consequences could be severe if Touya didn’t learn to control his magic. They gave him a kitten to remind him of home while he was at school, a longhaired fawn-coloured cat with white markings on his tail, socks on his hind feet, and little boots on his front paws. Touya named him Hoshi, because when he ran his white markings streaked behind him like the tail on a shooting star.
Touya, at Hogwarts, dove headfirst into his studies and determined to study as much as he could. His academic performance is exemplary. His best subject is Charms, though he’s surprisingly no hack at Divination, either. He spends most of his free time in the library, and he’s never taken a great amount of interest in Quidditch or athletic endeavours in general. Even though he doesn’t go out of his way to make an effort to, he nonetheless fits in better at Hogwarts than he does in his own neighbourhood. His grandparents are the only reason he goes home for all of the breaks - they’re getting older, and he doesn’t want to neglect the last few years he might have with them.
(Days)
How would your character fit in to each House?
Gryffindor: Gryffindor is the house that Touya is least suited to be in, and not just because the red and gold would clash disastrously with his woefully natural colour scheme. It’s not that Touya isn’t brave. Au contraire! It takes quite a lot of bravery to be willing to die for what you believe in, which is what Touya’s code of honour calls for. However, bravery isn’t the characteristic that Touya embraces. It may be objectively brave to be willing to die for one’s beliefs, but in Touya’s subjective opinion, it’s just his code of honour. He would, potentially, fare well enough in Gryffindor, anyway, as he possesses the qualities of the house, but it’s definitely not where he would prefer to be.
Hufflepuff: Here’s something a little closer. Touya does, in fact, value hard work, fair play, and loyalty as essential values to live by. The ‘tolerance’ thing is something that he could use some work on, but that’s more because he’s so guarded and suspicious that he generally tends to see what can go wrong, or what he perceives to be wrong with a person’s character, in order to deter himself from getting too close. Still, he is fair and sporting in a duel. He will take the necessary advantages in a life-or-death situation, but there are two things that he will never do even then - he will never attack a man from behind, and he will never attack an unarmed or already immobilized man.
Ravenclaw: Aaah, now we’re talking. The house that values wit and knowledge suits Touya just fine. The pursuit of knowledge, not friendship, is the reason why Touya enjoys his time at Hogwarts as much as he does. He excels in academia, and values learning. It also stands to mention that his wand has a Veela hair core which, though there are always exceptions, tends to bond to those with strong Ravenclaw tendencies when it bonds to someone without Veela blood.
Slytherin: Another house that Touya would probably thrive in, given that he has a cunning and ambitious streak about as wide as his code of honour. While he holds himself to the standard of always following his code of honour, he nonetheless is not above using all of the resources at his disposal to further his own ends. Normally, because of the lawful ends that he prefers, this takes the form of studying his rear end off. He plans out everything before he starts to do it, and like a good Chessmaster he is always studying his opponent to try to figure out their next move so that he can best counter it.
Sample Journal Entry:
Dear Journal,
Today is the day. The start of a new school year. Today is the day when I’ll go boldly to King’s Cross, march right up to someone, offer them my hand, and say ‘Hello, my name is Touya. Would you like to be my friend?’
Haha. Funny, right? Half of the people in my own year probably don’t even know who I am. I’m so much more forgettable among the other Hogwarts students than I ever was in primary school. Not that it matters, anyway. This is my penultimate year, and while I’ll be sad to see it go it isn’t as if I’m Mr. Popular. I doubt even the school will bother to miss me.
Again. Not that it matters. I came to Hogwarts for an education, and whether or not I leave a lasting impression on the school, I’ve gotten what I came for.
Today is the day. The start of a new school year. Another year of holing myself up in the library to finish assignments two weeks before they’re due, of bringing books to mandatory Quidditch matches and to meals, of watching the students around me receive letters from their parents every morning through the post, while Grandfather and Grandmother only manage to send a letter off to me once or twice a term. Another year of using the Hogsmeade trips solely to stock up on sweets. Another year of patched robes and used textbooks because Grandfather and Grandmother draw a pensioner’s salary, and I must be frugal with my inheritance from Mother and Father.
Perhaps I will join the Duelling Club.
Sample Interaction Post in Third Person: Hesitantly, Touya looked at the kindly old man and then stepped onto the box, holding the stick at arm’s length. He worried his lip with his teeth as he looked at the tip of the wand. So far he’d set the rug on fire, and summoned a rain of toads from the ceiling. Just last week, he had been at home studying with Grandmother and Grandfather - and now he was...he was somewhere called Diagon Alley, with a professor from a school that he was going to have to attend in the fall. It was a lot for a ten-year-old to process, even without the setting fire to things and the rain of toads.
“Eleven and a quarter inches,” the old man mused thoughtfully, stroking his chin. “Ash wood, yes...rather rigid. Go ahead, lad, give this one a try,” he said, miming the motion that he wanted Touya to make with the wand. Touya, a little overwhelmed by trying all of these wands with disastrous effect each time, cringed and turned away, holding his arm out as far as he could as he gave it a little swish and flick.
Happy, pleasant sparkles and rainbow-coloured sparks shot out of the end of it, raining down on the ground with a sound like the tinkle of bells. Hesitantly, he peeked one blue eye open, and then looked at it in surprise. A small smile twitching the corner of his lips, he swished and flicked it again a little harder. It glowed brightly. And then the glow turned red briefly before vanishing suddenly. Boxes started flying off of the shelves and crashing into the walls. Touya screamed and jumped down from the crate he was standing on, curling up and covering his head. The wandmaker, Ollivander, quickly grabbed his own wand and stopped the barrage before going over to Touya and putting his hand on the trembling boy’s shoulder.
“Lad? Are you alright?” he asked. Touya looked up at him, and then at the destruction around him, and nodded. He was unhurt, after all, just a bit shaken up. His attention was caught by one box that was different from all of the others. It was one of the shorter boxes, but more importantly it was covered with worn and ratty dark green velvet, so worn in places from having other boxes shoved up against it over the generations that the wooden box almost looked like it was covered in moss. Touya reached out and picked it up, attempting to open it cautiously but having to put some work into it.
“What’s in this one?” he asked.
“That one?” Ollivander asked and took the box, looking it over. “Goodness, I haven’t seen a box like this one since my grandfather’s time.” He opened the box and took out the wand, looking it over. “Hm,” he mused. Touya watched him pull out his tape measure again and measure the wand, then heft it in his hand. “O-oh, my,” he said.
“What?” Touya asked.
“No wonder this one never sold. My grandfather must have made this when he was experimenting as an apprentice.” He muttered thoughtfully to himself something about unicorn and veela hair. Touya didn’t really pay attention because he likely wouldn’t understand anyway.
“May I try it?” Touya asked, holding out his hand.
“Oh, no no no,” Ollivander said. “I can’t sell this to you. It’s a temperamental wand. Too temperamental for a child, definitely.” Touya huffed. When Ollivander made to put the wand back into the box, he impulsively grabbed it. Immediately, a pleasant, warm tingling came over his entire body, spreading from the wand in his hand and through his chest. A warm golden glow came over the wand without him even having to wave it. When he did, the light became cool and blue, and a cold, crisp breeze like from an air conditioner wafted from the end of the wand.
The grin that he was wearing was quite pleased, and maybe a little smug. He looked at Ollivander, who looked stunned.
“W-well,” he said hesitatingly, “the wand chooses the wizard...” He waved his wand, and all of the other wands flew back to their shelves.
A few minutes later, a very pleased Touya walked out of the shop cradling the box to his new wand (9 and a half inches, ash wood, Veela hair/unicorn tail hair core) in his arms.
Name: Ri
Timezone: Eastern - EDT right now.
Personal Journal: pink_vader0001
Players Contact/AIM/MSN/YAHOO: MSN - diamonde_dragoness@hotmail.com
Email Address: cheetah1090@yahoo.com
Former/Other Characters in the RP: None
Character Information
Name: Touya (Surname Hikari, for the purposes of the AU)
Canon Origin/Series: Yu Yu Hakusho (his specific page on the fandom wiki: http://yuyuhakusho.wikia.com/wiki/T%C5%8Dya)
School Year: 6th
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Out of school living location: East Finchley, North London, England, UK (location explained in background section)
Blood status: mixed-race muggleborn
Personality: The first thing to notice about Touya is how quiet he is. He seems quite severe at first glance, almost judgmental, and his piercing blue eyes don’t help matters. His overall first impression is cold and aloof, calculating. This is really a self-defence mechanism for him - he never had real friends among his peers growing up, and he doesn’t understand why he would be expected to make them now just because he’s among those who are unique like he is.
He’s inordinately proud of his Japanese heritage. He speaks both English and Japanese fluently, his English with a little bit of a lilting accent. The only time in which he mixes the two languages is when he’s writing, and that’s only when signing his name - he’ll sign his name in English, and then just to the right of it write the kanji.
In fact, one of Touya’s main vices is that he’s just inordinately proud in general. He doesn’t boast, openly, but he preens, and he carries this air about him that just says that he knows that his standards are higher than most others, and he never fails to meet them. To him, a bad grade in school would be like a slap in the face - something that he’s never actually experienced before.
On the off chance that someone would happen to get past his defences (which, funnily enough, wouldn’t be that difficult, for the right type of person), they’ll find something just a little different from what they may expect. The exterior of his attitude - that is, the part that is there for everyone to see - is cold, aloof, accomplished, a scholar and an overachiever who seems to succeed at everything that he sets his mind to.
Behind the scenes, Touya’s a slightly frazzled perfectionist who could stand to have someone his own age he could depend on to get him to loosen up every now and again. Every success means that the next time, he needs to push himself that much harder, but it’s like using a bellows to fan a flame. One miscalculation, one squeeze just a little too hard, and the flame will go out.
He has a good side, too, of course. Once cemented in his trust, he is a friend for life. He is someone who can be depended on to step up for the underdog, and who nearly everyone can trust their back to in a pinch. One benefit of his determined personality is that when he is engaged, he will never run from a dangerous situation. Put his back to the wall, or anyone else’s (particularly that mythical hypothetical friend), and he will fight to the death if he has to. This is also partly due to his unshakeable code of honour that was passed down to him from his austere grandfather. His grandfather taught him that, on the grand scale, any cause worth pursuing had better be worth dying for, when push comes to shove.
Even though he’s to all appearances quiet and aloof, he isn’t entirely mirthless. His sense of humour is very dry and sarcastic, with a leaning toward the dark as you’d expect from a boy who spent his childhood playing in a cemetery. It takes quite a bit for him to be comfortable enough with someone to laugh with them, or even to smile, so that’s a pretty good indication when you’re ‘in’, so to speak. (Being gracious in victory and honourable in defeat is generally a good way to get on his good side. He has no patience for cowards or braggarts.)
One of the things that he’ll never admit to anyone is how big of a sweet tooth he has. He’s not stupid enough to be bribed by them or anything, but he keeps a stash of sweets from Honeydukes in a small box under his bed. He particularly likes ice mice, and he’s not actually a big chocolate fan.
Canon Background: Touya is first introduced in the Dark Tournament arc in Yu Yu Hakusho as yet another opponent for the protagonists to face. He is an ice demon, and even though he is a shinobi, or ninja, he has an unshakeable code of honour. His team’s goal in fighting in the Dark Tournament is that they’ll be able to claim the island that the tournament is held on as theirs after all is said and done. Touya in particular seems to hold this goal close to his heart. His fight is against Kurama, who refuses to kill him when he is defeated. Touya comes to respect Team Urameshi greatly, and joins them as a trusted ally after his defeat at their hands.
Touya, along with five other demons who Team Urameshi befriended in the Dark Tournament, recurs as a character in the last arc of the series, the Three Kings saga. He is recruited by Kurama to serve as a guard to the demon king Yomi, as part of a subversive plot on Kurama’s side to have powerful fighters loyal to him alone surrounding Yomi. He was trained by Genkai, and went from being a lower C-class demon to an upper S-class. He fought in the Demon World Tournament, but was defeated by a worthy opponent, Kujou, who spared his life again when he lost consciousness.
Post-series, he’s last seen in the epilogue wandering the Demon World with his friend Jin and his companions Shishiwakamaru and (the Beautiful) Suzuki. He sneezes when it’s revealed that Koto, a pretty little fox-girl, has a crush on him.
Background (AU!Canon; HP): (Dog) Touya’s grandfather Ryoga came to the United Kingdom in the early 1960s as a student, intending at first to return to Japan as soon as he had finished his schooling. He fell in love with his host country, however, and decided to stay and build his life there instead. He got a job at a bank in London, and settled down in the popular suburb of East Finchley, where the existing (and growing) Japanese population made him as though he’d never left home. He married Touya’s grandmother, Kyoko, and they started a family.
Touya’s mother, Yukiko, was the oldest of the three children (born in the middle of winter, 1970), with a brother Mitsu (summer, 1972) and a sister Kaiya (fall, 1975). Yukiko met Touya’s father, Oliver, in the late 1980s when he came to East Finchley to visit the little-known sightseeing spots. Their romance involved a lot of trips to the Phoenix Cinema. In 1990, Yukiko’s sister Kaiya died in a tragic car accident. In 1992, Yukiko and Oliver finally got married and settled down. In December 1994, Touya was born. His mother never recovered from the incredibly difficult birth, and she ultimately wasted away in the spring of 1995. Oliver, grief-stricken, left his infant son in the care of the boy’s grandparents and uncle, and walked out of their lives. When he returned in 2004, it was to be buried alongside his wife, leaving Touya officially an orphan at the age of 9.
Touya grew up a bit of a distant child. His unusual appearance, attributed to his Anglo-Japanese race, made him an outcast among his peers at school and made him the subject of ire and abuse from his Japanese classmates. He was an only and lonely child, raised by his severe but loving grandparents with occasional visits from his uncle. He was a young boy when strange things started happening around him. Little things, like the tea kettle blowing up, the front door freezing shut, or his bullying classmates ending up on the roof with their mouths glued shut.
This clearly ostracized him further among his classmates, and even his teachers started to regard him as a suspicious troublemaker - he was the nail that stood up, after all, but he refused to be hammered down. He spent most of his childhood running around in the enormous cemetery in which his parents were buried, climbing the ash and sycamore trees and talking to the headstones. When he was just turned 10 years old, he ran away from home in the middle of a snowstorm. His grandfather found him the next day curled up between his parents’ graves, completely unharmed by the six inches of snow that had fallen in the night.
Ryoga was shattered when he lost both of his daughters within five years of one another, so understandably he clung to his only grandson and doted on the boy with abandon. He taught him English and Japanese from a young age, taught him how to read people and instilled in him the honour code that he himself had learned from his father. This code got Touya through his early years of schooling. From his Grandmother, Touya learned grace and humility, and appreciation of art. From both, he gleaned his healthy appreciation for reading. Growing up, his only friends were books and his grandparents. As a special treat, every so often his grandparents would take him to the Phoenix Cinema.
In the spring of 2005, a strange adult came to Touya’s house with a letter for him that said that he was a wizard, and he would start attending Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry in the fall. The professor, part of the faculty of the school, explained to Touya’s grandparents that magic sometimes crops up in a child even when they don’t have magical parents, and that it was important for him to attend school at Hogwarts so that he could learn to control his magical gift.
Touya had been excited for a chance to understand his magic. His beloved grandparents, however, had been less than enthusiastic. They had always been protective of him, and perhaps a little too lenient with him, but they reluctantly acceded the point when they were told that the consequences could be severe if Touya didn’t learn to control his magic. They gave him a kitten to remind him of home while he was at school, a longhaired fawn-coloured cat with white markings on his tail, socks on his hind feet, and little boots on his front paws. Touya named him Hoshi, because when he ran his white markings streaked behind him like the tail on a shooting star.
Touya, at Hogwarts, dove headfirst into his studies and determined to study as much as he could. His academic performance is exemplary. His best subject is Charms, though he’s surprisingly no hack at Divination, either. He spends most of his free time in the library, and he’s never taken a great amount of interest in Quidditch or athletic endeavours in general. Even though he doesn’t go out of his way to make an effort to, he nonetheless fits in better at Hogwarts than he does in his own neighbourhood. His grandparents are the only reason he goes home for all of the breaks - they’re getting older, and he doesn’t want to neglect the last few years he might have with them.
(Days)
How would your character fit in to each House?
Gryffindor: Gryffindor is the house that Touya is least suited to be in, and not just because the red and gold would clash disastrously with his woefully natural colour scheme. It’s not that Touya isn’t brave. Au contraire! It takes quite a lot of bravery to be willing to die for what you believe in, which is what Touya’s code of honour calls for. However, bravery isn’t the characteristic that Touya embraces. It may be objectively brave to be willing to die for one’s beliefs, but in Touya’s subjective opinion, it’s just his code of honour. He would, potentially, fare well enough in Gryffindor, anyway, as he possesses the qualities of the house, but it’s definitely not where he would prefer to be.
Hufflepuff: Here’s something a little closer. Touya does, in fact, value hard work, fair play, and loyalty as essential values to live by. The ‘tolerance’ thing is something that he could use some work on, but that’s more because he’s so guarded and suspicious that he generally tends to see what can go wrong, or what he perceives to be wrong with a person’s character, in order to deter himself from getting too close. Still, he is fair and sporting in a duel. He will take the necessary advantages in a life-or-death situation, but there are two things that he will never do even then - he will never attack a man from behind, and he will never attack an unarmed or already immobilized man.
Ravenclaw: Aaah, now we’re talking. The house that values wit and knowledge suits Touya just fine. The pursuit of knowledge, not friendship, is the reason why Touya enjoys his time at Hogwarts as much as he does. He excels in academia, and values learning. It also stands to mention that his wand has a Veela hair core which, though there are always exceptions, tends to bond to those with strong Ravenclaw tendencies when it bonds to someone without Veela blood.
Slytherin: Another house that Touya would probably thrive in, given that he has a cunning and ambitious streak about as wide as his code of honour. While he holds himself to the standard of always following his code of honour, he nonetheless is not above using all of the resources at his disposal to further his own ends. Normally, because of the lawful ends that he prefers, this takes the form of studying his rear end off. He plans out everything before he starts to do it, and like a good Chessmaster he is always studying his opponent to try to figure out their next move so that he can best counter it.
Sample Journal Entry:
Dear Journal,
Today is the day. The start of a new school year. Today is the day when I’ll go boldly to King’s Cross, march right up to someone, offer them my hand, and say ‘Hello, my name is Touya. Would you like to be my friend?’
Haha. Funny, right? Half of the people in my own year probably don’t even know who I am. I’m so much more forgettable among the other Hogwarts students than I ever was in primary school. Not that it matters, anyway. This is my penultimate year, and while I’ll be sad to see it go it isn’t as if I’m Mr. Popular. I doubt even the school will bother to miss me.
Again. Not that it matters. I came to Hogwarts for an education, and whether or not I leave a lasting impression on the school, I’ve gotten what I came for.
Today is the day. The start of a new school year. Another year of holing myself up in the library to finish assignments two weeks before they’re due, of bringing books to mandatory Quidditch matches and to meals, of watching the students around me receive letters from their parents every morning through the post, while Grandfather and Grandmother only manage to send a letter off to me once or twice a term. Another year of using the Hogsmeade trips solely to stock up on sweets. Another year of patched robes and used textbooks because Grandfather and Grandmother draw a pensioner’s salary, and I must be frugal with my inheritance from Mother and Father.
Perhaps I will join the Duelling Club.
Sample Interaction Post in Third Person: Hesitantly, Touya looked at the kindly old man and then stepped onto the box, holding the stick at arm’s length. He worried his lip with his teeth as he looked at the tip of the wand. So far he’d set the rug on fire, and summoned a rain of toads from the ceiling. Just last week, he had been at home studying with Grandmother and Grandfather - and now he was...he was somewhere called Diagon Alley, with a professor from a school that he was going to have to attend in the fall. It was a lot for a ten-year-old to process, even without the setting fire to things and the rain of toads.
“Eleven and a quarter inches,” the old man mused thoughtfully, stroking his chin. “Ash wood, yes...rather rigid. Go ahead, lad, give this one a try,” he said, miming the motion that he wanted Touya to make with the wand. Touya, a little overwhelmed by trying all of these wands with disastrous effect each time, cringed and turned away, holding his arm out as far as he could as he gave it a little swish and flick.
Happy, pleasant sparkles and rainbow-coloured sparks shot out of the end of it, raining down on the ground with a sound like the tinkle of bells. Hesitantly, he peeked one blue eye open, and then looked at it in surprise. A small smile twitching the corner of his lips, he swished and flicked it again a little harder. It glowed brightly. And then the glow turned red briefly before vanishing suddenly. Boxes started flying off of the shelves and crashing into the walls. Touya screamed and jumped down from the crate he was standing on, curling up and covering his head. The wandmaker, Ollivander, quickly grabbed his own wand and stopped the barrage before going over to Touya and putting his hand on the trembling boy’s shoulder.
“Lad? Are you alright?” he asked. Touya looked up at him, and then at the destruction around him, and nodded. He was unhurt, after all, just a bit shaken up. His attention was caught by one box that was different from all of the others. It was one of the shorter boxes, but more importantly it was covered with worn and ratty dark green velvet, so worn in places from having other boxes shoved up against it over the generations that the wooden box almost looked like it was covered in moss. Touya reached out and picked it up, attempting to open it cautiously but having to put some work into it.
“What’s in this one?” he asked.
“That one?” Ollivander asked and took the box, looking it over. “Goodness, I haven’t seen a box like this one since my grandfather’s time.” He opened the box and took out the wand, looking it over. “Hm,” he mused. Touya watched him pull out his tape measure again and measure the wand, then heft it in his hand. “O-oh, my,” he said.
“What?” Touya asked.
“No wonder this one never sold. My grandfather must have made this when he was experimenting as an apprentice.” He muttered thoughtfully to himself something about unicorn and veela hair. Touya didn’t really pay attention because he likely wouldn’t understand anyway.
“May I try it?” Touya asked, holding out his hand.
“Oh, no no no,” Ollivander said. “I can’t sell this to you. It’s a temperamental wand. Too temperamental for a child, definitely.” Touya huffed. When Ollivander made to put the wand back into the box, he impulsively grabbed it. Immediately, a pleasant, warm tingling came over his entire body, spreading from the wand in his hand and through his chest. A warm golden glow came over the wand without him even having to wave it. When he did, the light became cool and blue, and a cold, crisp breeze like from an air conditioner wafted from the end of the wand.
The grin that he was wearing was quite pleased, and maybe a little smug. He looked at Ollivander, who looked stunned.
“W-well,” he said hesitatingly, “the wand chooses the wizard...” He waved his wand, and all of the other wands flew back to their shelves.
A few minutes later, a very pleased Touya walked out of the shop cradling the box to his new wand (9 and a half inches, ash wood, Veela hair/unicorn tail hair core) in his arms.