Tyler Evan Fitch

[tyler]

• TYLER EVAN FITCH •
I can’t believe what is in front of me,
the water’s rising up to my knees
and I can’t figure out how the hell I wound up here

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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, Tyler Evan Fitch
nicknames, Ty, Fitch
age, Sixteen
birthday, July 3rd 1982
school, Hogwarts
house, Hufflepuff
occupation, Unemployed
current location, Order HQ
blood status, Halfblood
wand, Ten inches, dragon heart string, dogwood.
broom, Nimbus 2000

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WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color, Soft, black hair that frames his face in a way that makes girls swoon, something he’s never really paid much attention to.
eye color, A bright blue, straight from his mother.
height, 6’2, and still a bit awkwardly lanky for his age
weight, 145lbs
distinguising features, A scar from his shoulder to his hipbone.

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WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes, Authenticity
Soft smiles
Quidditch
Hogwarts, or what Hogwarts use to be
The Wizarding World
Peas and Carrots
Salted pretzels

dislikes, The general male populace
Pureblood mania
Sandals
Being talked down to
Seeming weak
strengths, He has a fierce determination, which stems from his stubborn nature, but it often works in his favor. His ability to be strong for others makes him a great friend, someone to lean on.
weaknesses, He has an impulsiveness that sometimes wrecks his responsible tendencies. He thinks he can do more than he actually can, and he is about half a heartbreak from having a complete mental breakdown.
quirks/habits, Chews on whatever object is in his hands (pencil, quill, nails). Maintains complete eye contact even in the most awkward of situations. Often goes wandering into places that he’s not supposed to without realizing it.
worst fear, The death of his mother
best kept secret, He’s about to break inside.
patronus, Rabbit. The memory is simple. He’s curled up in bed with his mother, about 8 years old, and the two are giggling and eating ice cream while watching television. She’s happy. He’s happy. That’s all he really wanted.
boggart, One of his mom’s boyfriends hitting her.
amortenia, Newspaper, peaches
relationship status, Single
sexuality, Bisexual
overall personality,

Tyler is, if nothing else, caring. He has an authenticity that is unrivaled by most anyone of his age. What you see is what you get. His inability to tell a lie really illustrates his genuine nature, and he has trouble hiding his emotions, unless he’s hiding them from himself. The stubborn boy can be hard headed when put into situations that don’t give him what he wants, but he tends to be more responsible than impulsive during these moments. Impulse has always been an issue, though. Something inherited from his father, the impulsive nature has landed him in a few bad spots over the years. To contrast, Tyler is quite strong. He had upheld his mother for as long as he can remember, and he does the same for his friends, although with them the support is through soft jokes and light smiles.

His heart has hardened since his mother’s coma, however. Carefree grins only surface when he isn’t thinking of her, which is rare. There is a vengeance that burns in him now, because this cannot possibly be fair. Fair, just, tried and true. A Hufflepuff if there ever was one. The maturity he has for his age isn’t unnoticed, either. He’s responsible, level-headed and thoughtful, on a good day. Currently, he’s ignoring the fact that he needs someone to lean on, because he really has no one besides his mother, and how could he ever lean on her? The darkness that stems from the vengeance won’t last long, though. As much as he doesn’t believe it now, Tyler could never kill another human being.

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WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother, Heather Fitch, 37, actress/bartender
father, Sirius Black, 37, Order
siblings, None
extended family, Technically, he is a blood relative to the Blacks, but he hasn’t a clue and won’t be interested in meeting any pureblood maniacs
others of importance, None
overall history,

It had been one night. Just one. The two were perfect strangers and, considering each circumstance, that’s all that was needed to get through to the next day. For her, it was to get over her recent unemployment. The theatre industry was tough, and the bills needed to be paid. Leaving at 18 to pursue the career had suddenly become the wrong choice. For him, it was the war, the fear, the distrust between him and his closest friends. Just one night, and Tyler Evan Fitch was unexpectedly conceived.

Heather had tried looking for Sirius after she found out, so that maybe, perhaps, there could be some sort of reconciliation and much needed support. But he was all over the news, and the very thought of bringing a child into the world who was spawn of a mass murderer led her heading towards the abortion clinic. Her heart strings won out, though, and she decided to keep him. This decision, she was sure, was her best yet.

Tyler didn’t have much, growing up, but he learned not to mind because his mother was doing her best. Her acting career never took off, even though Tyler swore that he had never heard a more beautiful singing voice in his life. He went to a public muggle elementary school, knowing nothing of magic or anything of the sort. He remembered the first time something strange happened, though. His mother tried, she truly did, but often she trusted the wrong sort of people. Guys who showed Tyler every way a man could fail. He never liked his mother’s boyfriends, which reinforced his distaste for grown men, and this one in particular had the audacity to lay a hand on her. The man’s shirt burst into flames the second his hand came into contact with Heather’s face. Tyler was 8. That man never came over to their house after that.

As for his father, Tyler didn’t ask many questions. He knew that his father was nonexistent, and wouldn’t show up back in his life . He acted out in school during his younger years, wanting attention that his mother couldn’t give him. He envied the stories about throwing ball with dads, having father/son days. Nothing could fill that whole in his heart, and his maturity level only made sense to throw things in class or put tacks in teacher’s desks. Perhaps it wasn’t always about attention. No, perhaps there was a level of impulsiveness, a level of unpredictability that he had inherited. But certainly not from his mother. Still, he only knew that his father wasn’t around, and had left his mother. He resented this idea of a person, and grew up around men who would bring flowers and chocolates but leave with his mother in tears after a couple of months. Heather tried to hide her pain from her son, but when its just the two of them, not many secrets stay silent. So, for as long as he could remember, he would end up in his mother’s bed, tucked away with her during the night, cuddled closely while they leaned on each other for support. When his mom thought that he was old enough to start understanding why she cried so much, she stopped bringing him into her room. But he’d hear her at night and climb into bed and hold her while she cried out her mistakes. This was a lot for Tyler to bear, but he did, because she needed him, and he wasn’t about to let her down. He stopped acting out in school after that.

The letter arrived on his 11th birthday. His mother had, of course, thought it had been a joke, but Tyler was told to go to his room while she and an important looking woman talked about cauldrons and owls. It certainly explained a lot. But how could he leave his mother? She depended on him to be the stability in her life that was otherwise drowned out by different men and different jobs. After much discussion, Tyler ended up on at platform 9 and 3 quarters. The train was full of children, some confident, some looking like they were about to piss themselves. Tyler was more excited than anything else, and he promised that he would write his mother every day and visit each holiday.

“Hufflepuff!” The hat’s voice boomed and Tyler felt it being lifted from his eyes. Hufflepuff. He grinned and made his way over to the table. The people in Hufflepuff were genuine, they were authentic, kind, caring. He appreciated the set of friends he made, some in different Houses as well. He also found that he loved to get into trouble. It wasn’t that he always tried, because he really was one of the better students, but his smiles melted hearts and made it easy to grin his way out of a situation. Not that he tried to manipulate people like that, it just seemed to be in his blood. Quidditch became a new favourite as well. He had never seen such an amazing sport, and he knew that next year he’d be up on his broom. He wrote to his mother more than a dozen letters, going on and on about how awesome Quidditch was, how he needed a broom (the amount he stressed about the broom made him feel a bit guilty, considering that they couldn’t afford anything nice), and how he’d find a way to get her into the stands of a match sometime so she could watch him. First year was everything he could’ve ever dreamed.

But then he had to go back to the muggleworld over the summer, and he chatted of nothing else but the wizarding world. Adjusting back was difficult, and created tension between his mother, him and his mother’s new boyfriend. Tyler wanted so badly to bring his mother into the wizarding world. People seemed to be decent there, people seemed to care about each other, and maybe she could find someone to lean on there. But talk of that led to arguments, and Tyler swore to himself that he would never be the reason that she cried at night. So he climbed back into her bed after the boyfriend left her, and held her like he used to.

Then Second Year started, and things changed. A man was on the loose, ‘Sirius Black’. Posters hung everywhere, and his mother seemed very nervous about them. She tried to hide it, but it hardly worked. Something about this Sirius Black person was important. But Tyler didn’t see his mother often enough to really gain a true curiosity as to what. All he knew was that Defense Against Dark Arts was his new favourite class, and he excelled in there, perhaps even gained favor of his professor who always looked tired for some reason. Tyler made the Quidditch team that year, a beater, and practiced all he could to be the best he could be. And for a twelve year old with a crappy broom, he was. The increasing security bothered him a little bit, and when word spread that Sirius Black had broken in, Tyler found himself more terrified for his mother than anyone else. Perhaps it was because people like Sirius Black supposedly thought that muggles were worthless, and that sentiment seemed to be imprinted on most of the Slytherin crowd. Or perhaps he just really needed her to lean on when he was scared, too.

By third year, Tyler found that Hogwarts provided much more of a stable home than his own home ever did. That’s not to say he didn’t love his mother, because really, he did, but he needed the stability. He loved the adventure as well, and was set to hold his position as a beater, but the TriWizard Tournement was in place, and that was something he wished he could’ve been placed in. Until that night, at least. Until that night, everything seemed to be going up. Yes, he learned that some people in the wizarding world weren’t appreciative of halfbloods or muggleborns or muggles, but he didn’t seem to fully understand that until the night Harry Potter was killed.

He made it out alive, but not without staying to trying to fight as well. His impulsive nature acted up again, but thankfully it didn’t end with any fatal wounds. He fled to his home in England, where he and his mother argued about leaving the wizarding world behind completely. The both of them were in danger, and he wanted to protect his mother, so he disappeared. America seemed like a safe haven, where no one knew their names. But he was privately tutored in order to help protect his mother, should anything happen. He enjoyed life there, and learned to adjust. He made friends, smiled pretty, and fit in quite well. Everything seemed to be at peace.

It had been random, that was certain. Death Eaters killing muggles for fun. He remembered the coffee shop, the way the streetlamps blinked white and yellow. He remembered the taste of a late night mocha, and the way the air seemed to turn suspiciously sour within the span of several seconds. It was all great fun for the Death Eaters, and if Tyler hadn’t pulled out his wand at the last second, his mother would’ve joined the others in the death count. Tyler had never actually wanted to kill another person before. He was left with an ugly scar that stretched from his shoulder down to his hip. He woke in a muggle hospital, listening to words he never wanted to hear. “Coma” and “Might not make it”. He remembered a lot of crying and shouting on his part, how the nurses didn’t know how me made all that glass explode in the room.

Vengeance was in his blood. It was his drive. He hadn’t heard much of the Order of the Phoenix over the years, but enough to track down a member or so and demand entrance into the establishment. It took months, but here he was. He finally had it. The address to their HQ and a bloodthirst in his belly so much that it almost hurt. He’d do this for his mother.

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I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias, Al!
gender, Gurllllie
age, 17!
contact, pm me if you want my msn!
other characters, Taylor Hollow, 19
passwords, flobberworms
experiance, Since birth. BIRTH.
how you found us, Jon’s sexy, sexy bod
roleplay sample.

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I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
the player
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this entire application was made by HARPER BELLE?! of caution. lyrics by celine dion, from her song 'i'm alive'. please do not steal. it's not nice, and there's no reason for it. if you do use this, please credit me!

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