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Tyson McKennis

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About Tyson McKennis

  • Birthday 01/13/2001

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  • Full Name
    Tyson McKennis
  • Birthdate - Day
    13
  • Birthdate - Month
    1
  • Exact Age?
    Yes
  • Birthday - Year
    2001
  • Birthplace
    Sydney, Australia
  • Job Title
    Quidditich Player - Chaser , Muay Thai Assistant
  • Species
    Human
  • Blood Status
    Muggleborn
  • Pronouns
    HE/HIM
  • Played By
    Michael B. Jordan

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    11" Red Oak Phouka Hair
  • Patronus
    Cheetah

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  • Time Zone
    GMT -5 (EST)
  • Pronouns
    He/Him

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  • Playerx Kaitore
  • Plot Wants
  • Birthdate Day 17
  • Birthdate Month 1
  • Birthdate Year 2001
  • Manual Age 0
  • Unknown Age
  • Pronouns HE/HIM
  • Occupation Quidditich Player - Chaser , Muay Thai Assistant
  • Local Hero 9
  • Melbourne Mogul 2
  • The Opener 2
  • Holy Ship 3
  1. "Lobster Curry?" His head tilted to the side questioningly, not that it sounded odd in of itself. He just didn't take her for the sort to eat curry and if he had to be honest he never entertained the thought before. Though no one experienced anything new by shying away from it that had just been a simple universal truth with many things. It didn't sound bad either the more he thought on it further either. "Aight, we can do that then. Probably easier on both of us that way." A low laughter falling from his lips with a quirky smile. He expected most people to tune out when he went through the process of explaining the general basics of the game when it came to each position and their job. Even more so when it came to the usual capabilities those positions are scouted for. The entire game itself had been normal for him or as normal as it could be for someone who hadn't been fully exposed to the Wizarding world while growing up in the single digit years. "Ahaha, Ya' would be surprised what could happen in the moment with those kinds of things too." Not that he would've turned down a spar with someone under proper conditions. He had long expected that Jamie most likely wasn't a Martial Artist, mostly because it didn't seem as if the man had much time for anything since signing up with the Major leagues of Quidditich. "It's a pretty good to take up earlier in life but tons of folks start later on too. Ya' know, it helps with discipline and health as much as it does in self confidence." Some people ended up with far too much confidence that they knocked on the door of Arrogance itself but it'd been a competitive enough environment that most people could be knocked back down to the humble realms. "Yea! Pretty much what Chaser is like, honestly." Tyson glanced towards her with a grin. It never popped in his mind to make that kind of relation, something new to file in the pages. "Doesn't have the same kind of thrill from it for me. Quidditich is this kind of. . . Unique freedom." Then his eyebrow arched upwards and he laughed lightly. "Ya wanted to talk a bit. Can't do that if I'm outright beating ya'." He smirked playfully while picking up his pace once more as he started to climb higher with increasing momentum. "Guess we'll just have to chat after this!"
  2. The expedited ascent that he made to catch himself up to the woman could be attested to drive and confidence within himself that he would be able to make every advance without hesitation or consideration of the fall. It had less to do with knowing that he could always show up at some magical healer's door to get treated, it simply had been the way he chose to carry himself as a athlete. Nothing had ever been gained with fear of the path ahead, worrying about the pain that could occur. His pace however, started to slow down to meet her pace to some degree once conversation sparked between the two of them. Just because it was a race didn't mean they couldn't socialize, right? "Aight, how about some lobster, we split it and the check?" He glanced over towards her with a playful grin, catching hint of her joke. He hadn't the opportunity to really have lobster in any grand fashion but he had been taken to a place that often dealt with a various style of foods one of the more popular being 'Lobster rolls'. Trying to keep proper pace with her involved far more self-awareness than he'd anticipated while still trying to keep in mind that the two of them had been competitor's in the moment. "What kind of food do ya' like to stuff up with? We can make that the deal next time or something." Or he could even choose a place that could cater to her needs as much as his own. Tyson's gaze shifted towards her, a wide smile forming out of amusement. "Quidditich? Not necessarily. You'll find lots of folks aren't really -that- toned in the sport, ya' know? But you do need enough strength and finesse to deal with ya' position like any sport." He wasn't sure how to break it down though from the looks of the wall and their pace? They had a bit of time for a quick summary he guessed. "So, ya' got four positions. Chasers, my main position, we deal with the quick scores. Taking the Quaffle and tossing it through the goal, requires a good strength of hold and enough to toss it while also keeping ya' broom stabilized." His eyes averted upwards for a moment while he pulled himself up. "Then ya' have Beaters, they keep the 'Bludger' away from their teammates and smack it towards others with these sturdy bats. The Bludger is a round solid ball and hurts like hell. Literally could break ya' arm with a direct hit." And that had just been a -good- outcome if someone took on one of those balls of death. "The Keeper's job is pretty explanatory, same thing in like, soccer. Gotta keep the goal free and clear." He wasn't sure how many people had forgotten that he actually had been a Muggleborn, which allowed for him to make certain comparisons better for those not entirely in the Wizarding world. "Now, Jamie's a Seeker. Usually ya' don't want someone so buff playing that position. They gotta chase the golden snitch which probably can beat a Cheetah, lighter fliers are generally preferred. But he's got the speed and daring to pull it off, ya' know? His strength lets him compensate for certain styles others can't do without it." With another pull he hauled his body a few more notches upwards along the climbing-wall. "But my training is also different from Jamie's, a lot of my regiment includes Muay Thai."
  3. "Yea, my bad. In my school we didn't really learn French." It'd been a unique language where the pronunciations often denoted it as such, though most of Tallygarunga's offers had been towards other different cultures in the magical realms. It did remind him that there had been others out the world that had been Human and spoke in their own different dialect, something that he knew would make for an equally impressive resume for his official Auror application whenever he took up the chance to do it after University. After she'd taken the book and assured everything had been in order he started to stand up, palms of his hand brushing across the surface of his clothing. "Couldn't let ya' pay. I did extend the invitation after all." It hadn't been so much about the fact that she bumped into him that made her liable in his eyes, as the person that extended the invitation it was his responsibility to follow through with it. He couldn't find it in himself to change that stance just because of the circumstances and it had served him well enough through his years. Finding no reason to truly change or alter it for the time being. As she leaned forward, her front brushing against his arms, his mind hadn't thought much of it. "My bad, seems I keep getting in the way here." The way he thought hadn't been as most in or near his age, most probably would've paid far more attention to the fact the young teen had a well-shaped bust. His mind, however, went to the fact she felt far more athletically fit than she seemed to at first glance. Even by a brush of their bodies he held the idea that she perhaps may have been into ballet or something far more intensive like Gymnastics. "Aight, I'll let you pay for the lollipops even though I shouldn't be over-extending here. Just means I'll need to work all of it out later." He shrugged, it wasn't as if he lacked options for exercise either and a bit more of a shift wouldn't or at least, shouldn't, hurt too much for his regiment. "Let's get em' paid for then before he start bumping into entire shelves and knocking them over."
  4. A smirk touched his lips, if she hadn't planned on telling anyone he wouldn't either. "Sounds like a good deal to me then." Something didn't need to be said anyways, as someone who often 'cheated' on his workout days a bit of a slip wasn't too bad as long as it didn't get out of hand. It could even assist the process of giving something up through careful weaning. He wasn't looking for anything particularly nice: Munching on a single steak or hamburger would've counted as 'good' by his personal standards and glance. Even so, could he really complain about passing up what the woman would've viewed as a 'nice meal'? Well, Momma (In all of her short time in his life) didn't raise no fool. "A favorite place, huh? Aight, I'll let ya' know on winning." While he'd been confident in himself that he could win he understood the 'upset victories' that often came about in competitions and sports. It wasn't a bad deal overall either, he had known very little of Alex due to her not attending Tallygarunga and had only gained exposure through a mutually known person. Perhaps expanding his social circle more wasn't a bad idea in hits entirety. Tyson admired the conviction and firmness in the motions of her movement during their ascension of the wall, heights hadn't been a worry for him in the slightest. There had been a sense of. . . Pride? Maybe even a general enjoyment, however, in being able to control the way he traversed along the wall without the assistance of magic. He expanded the full width of his leg and arms in order to reach greater gaps, shimming along the surface of the wall as if he were some form of human spider or gecko. Head lifted up and always peering towards the next goal that he had in mind and even had been acutely aware of the position of his feet during the push. While he gave Alex a head start it wasn't out of underestimating the woman's physical talent which she showed that she hadn't been slacking in the least. Not that he wouldn't have but he knew he couldn't risk -not- giving his all for someone who had every capability and finesse to actually meet and exceed the challenge that they'd put forth. The gloves he wore offered a security of grip where normally he probably would've had to worry about sweaty palms becoming a hazard.
  5. "Yea, why not?" The young man offered a casual shrug with a slight smile shaped on his face. He positioned himself just before the wall's panels, hands reaching up and grasping at the edge of a panel, one for each hand before hoisting himself up onto the first sets. Testing his balance before even beginning, not in the position where he could make a careless mistake due to the various things that he would still need to deal with in every day life. Tyson chuckled, a tone of amusement laced through his breathy laughter. "Yea, I'm old enough for it. Though should ya' be drinking?" While he didn't know of the woman's habit he was privy enough that it was something that caused a hint of worry for her family members that she hung around with. "Aight, I'll grab ya' one, as long as ya' don't go telling your brother -I'm- the one who did it, yea? Can't have my upper classman giving me that kind of a glare." That had been partial humor but had there been actual truth to the words? He couldn't say that it -wouldn't- happen even if part of him had expected it'd be more directed to the twin than himself in that regard. "Me? Eh, I didn't really give much thought to it all, ya' know?" What would even be a good prize? "Aight, I got it, how about ya' buy me a meal then? I can always use a good meal on someone else's dime once in a while." He wasn't -too- prideful about how he managed to get through some of the weeks between trying to save up money and finding a suitable place that he could call his own 'home' as the Dorms were quite a temporary stance. As he took a far more firm hold on to the wall he glanced towards Alex with a firm nod. He didn't even think to ask if she'd been 'ready', as she moved herself into position; it'd been a sign that spoke in body language rather than words from the lips. Which, for him? Had been the kind of language he could understand far better than anything else. "We'll climb on three, yea?" After bouncing a few times to make sure he had an idea of what could of leverage his feet would be working with, he'd begin the count down. A steady raise of, 'One, Two, Three!' - the final word being intended to be their 'firing shot' to begin climbing. Being that he'd been the initiator of the countdown he wait for only a second before vaulting himself upwards. It'd only been fair, after all, to delay himself slightly rather than saying three than going. That would've been just bad sportsmanship and Tyson didn't particularly care to win that kind of manner, it had to be done fairly in his mind.
  6. That wasn't the kind of image he expected to be painted of Jamie, of course, it couldn't be helped either when it came to sports. Or, so he'd been told by someone else he knew that had been in the gig. "Yea, I heard from someone I knew who had been an international pro that it could get pretty rough like that." Every so often his mind wandered of to Violet, not just because of the kind of connection they held but because the advice that came from the woman had always been a solid one. "Yo', no problem with getting you. Seems like ya' keep yourself in shape too. Would be cool to see how ya' can handle the pace of it too. If ya' actually are bringing your A-Game, of course." Tyson shook his head lightly with a challenging grin painted on his face. "Cause I don't have any gear but high, ya feel?" His eyes shifted to give a longer glance towards the wall as it had been the subject focus. "Yea, that I didn't expect either. It gives folks something to look at and participate in. Probably wouldn't make the memories any other way." Some came to try their hand in it, others may have been convinced to try it out to conquer the fear - he noticed even a good chunk of those just taking pictures of it in order to catch that memory to put in an album or shuffle away somewhere to stare at some later point in their lives. A grin turned up on his lips in a firm broadness. "Yea? How hard? Aight, let's see what ya' got. Might even have that first timer's luck at it." He twitched his head towards the horizontal beast of a wall. It didn't take long to reach the intended destination as his eyes scaled the length of the wall, giving it an eyed estimation of what they would be getting themselves into while he strapped the harness around his waist and reached for the clips in order to attach them to each unoccupied loop before giving a secured pull on the each edge to ensure security. Then raised both of his hands up to a comfortable space before gripping the built-in panels of the wall. "Now, do ya' wanna up the stakes here? A bit of a bet or somethin'?" He wasn't sure -how much- like her brother she'd been, but he also wasn't the type to turn down a good wholesome challenge when it could add a bit more excitement to the activity.
  7. Temperature didn't seem to matter to the young man, though in truth he'd been exercising pure will in ignoring the drop itself even with the clothes he had on that covered him well enough to block out the minor chills that had whipped through the usual season around this time. As he started to stand up to double check everything: Clothing bound tightly to himself to avoid snags, gloves properly held tightly to his wrists without loosening, and that his shoes were properly fitted and tied tightly without a stray lace that could trip him up, he spotted someone whom had been mildly familiar which caught most of his attention while he went into auto-pilot mode checking each sector of himself. A smooth chuckle emitted from him as she greeted him in a joking manner. "Yo', what's up?" Of the few people that came to mind that he would've ran into today? She hadn't been on the list, which made it quite surprising for him. Not an unpleasant one, even with the hostile personality that seemed to whip up from her on their first meeting. It'd been something he'd been used to ever since he'd met Violet before their unfortunate split. "Gotta' say, wasn't expectin' to run into ya'. Jamie? Maybe." His upper-classman had a far busier schedule in comparison to himself which gave it a teeter on whether or not he'd actually run into the older male or not. Tyson's head shook lightly in denial. "Nah, not as often as I'd like. Once in a while, some old gear and stuff. I actually bought some for the Auror program since I wasn't sure just how physical intensive it would've been, ya' know? Had to make sure my basis were covered." A casual shrug flows from him, as if it were a normal thought to be that highly prepared for a class without gaining any official syllabus. "Even then, good investment it seems." Then a grin formed on his face as he glanced towards the towering wall that had been an eye-catcher even from a single cursory glance. "What about you? Just getting out for some fresh air or planning to test the limits of ya' strength and climbing this monstrosity? Have some extra gloves if ya' need 'em. Helps to make sure your hands don't take too much pressure, grabbing the wrong way could cause some pretty harsh effects." Not that he had to worry about that personally, his hands had been so calloused and rough that it would've taken a hell of a lot of pressure to even break through to that kind of point. Though one could never be too aware of would be left behind with so many people and so many hands running along the wall's studs.
  8. While he was no Narrie resident there were very few things in the world that the young aspiring athlete couldn't ignore. A discount on food, given his situation, had been the largest godsend of it all and organized activities that had been geared towards most likely keeping a healthier lifestyle amongst the populace. Inspiring them and incentivizing, not unlike how some coaches managed their times in his opinion. Tyson could tell the difference between those that had been accustomed to the activities and those that had still had been learning, finding their place and mostly by how key individuals had been standing on the side assisting and teaching. As for himself, it hadn't been his first rodeo in engaging the war between the agility of man against the well placed design of the walls, often finding it as an opportunity to keep his body strength up in an extremely unique way even if it hadn't been done often. He made his way over towards one of the taller ones, something about it called to him, demanded that it be challenged by the young daredevil. What more could he do than oblige it of the call it seemed to sang in its imposing statue? That had been when he started to sit down onto the ground, hands checking along his sneakers, tightening the laces and affixed the footwear to settle around his ankle comfortably to avoid any serious injuries through inadequate safety. Then he started to pull finger-less gloves out of a sports bag, pulling them on to his hands and tightening the Velcro latches right against his wrists and firmly double tapped them into place with a smoothed rub that followed right after. The young man huffed to himself taking in the air and pushed himself up from the ground giving a free stretches to make loosen up his limbs, surely enough time to get his body prepared while he awaited for a good opportunity to approach the wall. It looked like it'd been a good turn out too, which seemed like a positive outcome in his books.
  9. @Samantha Hammond @Chloe Stewart Yo, when my break pops up Imma be swinging by to check up on ya' both. I'll have a bit of time on my hands, ya know? 

    1. Samantha Hammond

      Samantha Hammond

      Finally! I can't wait!

    2. Chloe Stewart

      Chloe Stewart

      I assume you'll be going to the dojo, then?

    3. Tyson McKennis

      Tyson McKennis

      @Samantha Hammond I'll try to make it fun. 

      @Chloe Stewart Yea, I figure I need to stop by more often. 

  10. Man, I knew the program would be a rough one but I think I'm more in shape than before. Didn't think that was possible.

  11. Just as Tyson hand reached out to grasp the couple sticks of lollipops he felt a sudden impact, his feet firmly pressed into the ground on instinct hand his hands rose up in a defense stance as if he'd ready to perform a clench on some kind of attacker. Eyes whipped about the horizon to find no one at first when the sudden movement down below caused his attention to redirect towards the ground. It'd been a brunette haired young teen and one that seemed foreign not just from the words she'd spoken but the weight of the accent she wore. "Oh, woah, my bad." He stated apologetically and then started to kneel down gathering up as many of the things he could swiftly, handing it back towards her to put inside the bag that had dropped. His head tilted in confusion as she spoke towards him, had it been some kind of apology? He wasn't sure, amongst the languages that had been taught in Tallygarunga, ones from other countries hadn't been covered unless they were magical or dead ones. "Uh. . . My bad, yo, I didn't really get that. . .?" There'd been some hope that she wasn't in the position to not be able to communicate, that would've just made everything far more awkward in his opinion. After it seemed like everything that had been dropped had been in order he started to stand up his hand reached out to assist her if she felt as if she needed a bit of assistance standing back up after knocking into him. "That's my fault, I should've have stayed there too long staring at the lollipops. Probs a sign that I shouldn't even be looking at the things to begin with." All the effort he took to keeping himself in shape hadn't been the most easiest of regiments and overindulging on something had been what led many of athletes down a very shake path of unhealthiness. Looking towards the shelf section of handmade lollie's once more he gave a casual shrug. "Oh well." A touch of a casual smirk creased on his lips. "I hope I didn't ruin any of the stuff ya' ended up snagging. Mr. Kemps makes some pretty hitting milk shakes from what some folks say. I can treat ya' to it." Unless it'd been like talking to a broken wall because for a moment he nearly forgot that she actually might not speak a lick of English.
  12. Cheat day! This came around rarely for Tyson with his usual heightened regiment between Muay Thai training, Quidditich Training at VMU and the Auror Program's intensive exercises both in spells and body preparation. Ones mind always needed to be sharp and the true height of making it a honed edge had been to give it proper breaks and reasonable relaxation periods. This led him to Mrs. K's shop, a place he would often head to during his time at Tally if only to treat himself a bit better after denying some of the good stuff to avoid over-excess of a good thing. After all, for someone like himself, it should be more of a reward than an indulgence. His future hinged on how well he could keep his body in tip-top shape and having it fall apart on him would hinder a lot more than just a career. "Yo', what's up Mr. K! Sorry I haven't been poppin' on by lately. Ya' know how it is with Universities these days they just swallow up all the time." He'd been coming to the humble shop since he started Tallygarunga and had been allowed a certain degree of freedom due to his home situation. While there'd been heavy limitations at first, as the years went on and the restrictions gave way to accountability of his own actions and awareness he made sure to make visit as often as seemed viable for him between trainings. "Think for now? I'll just run with the pop rocks and a bit of a sweet drink." Placing the two things he'd planned to buy on the counter his hand pressed into his pocket to reach for his wallet. As he started to pull it out something briefly caught his eye and his hand rose up and a finger extended upwards as he asked for 'One Moment' silently while going to check out one of the displays that had been put up. It wouldn't be bad if he took just a tad bit extra, right? There seemed to be a new set of lollies in for the season, the clear design of them showed they'd been handmade and not mass produced in a factory by the way that the wrapping had been carefully wrung together. Not in a sense of precision or haste but with the idea of taking ones time leaving the ever human error of wrinkles along the edges of the plastic. He'd been a sucker for a well-made sucker, that had been for sure. The tip of his finger grasped two of them and brought them towards the counter and placed them on top of it as the older male stated the price. It seemed to be pretty busy this time of day too, of course, that could've been thanks to the fact that Tallygarunga and a couple of other schools had been on their break giving the students far more time on their hand to relax and enjoy the various surroundings.
  13. Man. . . I miss the Tally break times. At least there's more time to prepare for my own. 

  14. There would be some that saw fighting in a far more unimpressed or disgusted light likewise there were others on the far other spectrum. For Tyson? It simply was a neutral stance, it was a necessity in a world where anything could happen even in the more mundane realms. When it came to magic there were far more chances and moments where something would end up coming up as with power in hand the thoughts of the human mind might expand beyond the code of morals and good intentions. That or maybe even an excessive attempt at a 'good intention' that could hardly be seen as such. "Most likely. Some might have different kinds of dance experience. But some are just difficult to do while dressed up." His own gaze lowered towards his ensemble. If it hadn't been for this he knew a couple of styles that would be far easier to perform but they required too much room on top of the fact that he'd most likely end up bumping into someone if no one had been mindful of their own personal awareness. Really, it'd been a moment for people to blow off a bit of steam after difficult tests especially for the Sixth and Seventh years as much as it had been a time to give a 'Proper farewell' to the graduating year. A soft snort of laughter rumbled out of him. "Yea, I think that's something everyone needs to do regardless. Always something to learn." The last few years had been informative, things he wouldn't have learned if he followed the old ways of his life. Yet, there'd been the obvious understanding for him that it wasn't even close to a fraction of exposure to the kinds of things and people that really were out in the world. "Oh, nah, I'm good, man. I ended up promising my date I'd dance with her first." 'Date', It had been odd calling Samantha that to him. It'd been far more friendly than them attempting something in the capacity of a 'couple'. It'd been the far more accurate phrase of it, that much he could admit. A smirk touched his lips for a moment and he shook his head. "Ya' don't need to worry about Werewolves when it comes to me! I always have a steak nearby." That had been more of a slight joke about himself being a kind of jock that only took in protein to buff up. A crude misinformation but it seemed to work as a minor joke. "Just have fun with it, Gotta' just be ya' self. Might even have folks join in and not even know why. They're here to forget the school stress and all that." Probably as much as they're trying to forget any other problems within their life.
  15. "Ya' never know when a fight will break out. If they were easily predictable they'd be stopped more easily, ya feel?" Were fights expected in a school environment where multiple personalities collided even in the same House? He thought so. It seemed like a far more obvious deduction given the combative natures that could and probably did exist across the student body. "Some folks might say one thing or act a specific way that causes a sudden kick up." The school itself had been a target for a fight waiting to happen on another level entirely, being the only one that would accept people of other races and abilities. As much as he hated to admit it there'd been a nice juicy target on them and most students didn't even notice it yet. Tyson offered a half smirk that had been followed by a low chuckle. "Some questions shouldn't be answered, yea? Ain't just about protection Gotta' think about clauses and contracts and all that other stuff." He often thought about the situation of Auror's no different than a company that had its own 'secret recipe' to their product or a unique way that they built something up. Except it'd been less about giving away info to the competition and far more about keeping the things they know out of the hands of the people they need to chase or encounter in some way. "The chaos of legal tape as it is." His smile grew and a full-formed laughter rumbled out. "I ain't never seen an actual werewolf transformed. And I don't look at folks long enough to see if they're popping off the signs of one on the week of a full moon." That hadn't been his business in general, there were facilities to manage those issues if the individual had been properly registered. He didn't expect his chances of actually running into one being good as it was anyways, the sightings of such creatures had been rare and often mistaken reports from the few things he did read. However. . . "If I did manage to meet one well. . . I guess I'd run first ask questions later. Trained teams have issues with that stuff, haha, what chance do I have?" The smile hadn't dimmed while he spoke, the thought of it had been humorous. With the attention pushed towards the dance floor, the music seemed to usher in a vitalized effect with students. "Could just be their style. Tons of ways to dance and most of it not connected to some formal style." While he hadn't been a stranger to certain styles of dance he found that the 'Haphazard style' of rhythm and movement most people held had been the average tone in a lot of cultures. "Ya probably will find that a lot of the people met won't know a lick about a style of dance but have personal moves that fit for them."
Tyson McKennis
Quidditich Player - Chaser , Muay Thai Assistant
18 year old Muggleborn Human HE/HIM
Age:  18
Date of Birth: January 13th, 2001
Birthplace: Sydney, Australia
Year Level: 
Occupation: Quidditich Player - Chaser , Muay Thai Assistant
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Species: Human
Player:  ✩ Kaitore
Pronouns: HE/HIM
Patronus: Cheetah
Wand: 11" Red Oak Phouka Hair
Play-by: Michael B. Jordan
Education: 

Tallygarunga - 2012 to 2018 - Bourke House

VMU - Current -Auror Program

Secrets

* Tries as hard as he does to avoid disappointment from his parents. 

* Both parents are aware of the magical world and cast a critical eye at their sons involvement in it. 

* Avoids going home due to the intense nature that is left in the atmosphere

* Tosses his entire being into Quidditich in order to divert his mind from thinking too much about his home life.

* He had been dating an older woman since his Final Year in Tally, Recently the two of them have split up. 

General Knowledge

* Is a Muggleborn and proud to acknowledge that

* Was a Chaser for his Houses' Quidditich team

* Has grown up learning and training in Muay Thai, focusing on keeping his body in shape and ready.

*Is pursuing a career in the Auror Program but he has yet to release details of which

*Also plays for the University Quidditich team for the time being

Personality

Driven and Ambitious, Tyson's major noticeable traits is that he always finds something to work hard towards living under the shadow of his parents success and their stalwart ability within the Muggle community. He's stuck with the pressure of proving that the Magical community is somewhere he can thrive within while trying to squeeze out of the small little bottle that his family tries to confine him towards. Instead of breaking down under the weight he decided to fight against it and to attempt to thrive to the best of his capability, adapting and changing as the situation seemed to fit for him to survive against the stress. 

While he is decent in his studies he is a much more sporty individual finding some way to always keep his body going for almost any reason. Whether it be to ease his mind or to get himself ready for his Quidditich practice, he could almost always find a reason to start going for a run, flying through the air on his broom and tossing the quaffle around, or just finding a local punching bag to wail out upon. This is as much of an enjoyment as it is an escape trying to find a way to avoid thinking about the problems he faces too deeply until they need to actually be confronted which often is in full force. 

While not reckless he is quick to spring into action which has at times been towards his benefit as well as detriment. There is a code within himself that he lives by and that is to always strive to be the best he could within his own sight yet still struggles in his late teen years to define what exactly that vision is for him currently. At times he can be abrasive or even seem to be strong-willed in a combative manner which is caused by his fight or flight nature when backed into a defensive corner, never one to back down his senses instantly put up a fight if it looks like he has a chance to go down. Sometimes? It can be literally, most times? It's just mentally and metaphorically entirely dependent on the scenario and situation that occurs within the moment.

Appearance

Tyson stands at Five feet and eleven inches with dark hair and brown eyes. Hair is low shaved with a well kept mustache and goatee that is always kept well oiled and groomed. His body is hardy and strong from the constant exercising he continues to do to make sure that he is always in shape. His hands are firm and rough from the constant martial arts training he goes through but also from occasionally helping out in manual labor for school staff as well as a few people around Narrie. 

Clothing that he wears varies between his exercise wear: Under-armor shirt and leggings that are covered by lengthy shorts that bounce at the knees, raggedy but well held sneakers that are clear in constant usage. Usual casual wear tends to be his school uniform when on Tallygarunga grounds or within the week to avoid having to always run back to his dorm room to change. The choice of his uniform consists of: The long beige pants, brown shoes, and a short sleeved shirt. On the weekends or vacations it tends to be a more brighter color with blue jeans, black sneakers, and various colors of short-sleeved shorts depending on the time of year. 

Most times he'll almost always have his black duffle bag that is stuffed with workout clothes in case he needs to change on the fly or comes across the thought to start practicing. Especially when it comes to him getting better at his position for quidditich. 

History

Born Tyson Edward McKennis to Father, Vance McKennis and Viola McKennis - two Muggles who were aware of their own families magical potential and yet it skipped them both. Growing up Tyson had an understanding that there had always been a different world especially when it came to family functions and the few that had managed to become Muggleborn in the Wizarding world tended to lord it over them more often than not. It was an action that spurred both of his parents to develop a type of inferiority complex in themselves and pushing every ounce of who they were into prevalent careers in the Muggle world. His Father focused on becoming a lawyer while his Mother took up a job as a Police Officer finding that working not only in the government but in positions where its rules were best dictated and carried out gave them a much higher ground regardless of any sort of magical talent that others may have held. Day in, day out, like clockwork it would be a constant impression in Tyson's life that 'Wizards' and those of that realm were no good, that they had no true place in society other than abusing the power even if by words alone. 

Often related towards the phrase 'Old Relics that should long have passed away' more times than he could have ever counted. One could imagine the look of shock and sheer horror that his parents glowered with when they found that at the age of eight years old their little boy's magical talent had started to stir and cause random occurrences to happen. At times a pulse of force would batter against the walls when a surge of anger flowed through him knocking photos down and shattering ceramic knick-knacks that his mother had invested her hobby time in collecting for some strange reason. While confusing for the young boy, the parents knew all too well the tell-tale signs and tried their might to cover it up which failed once small things started to have issues around him randomly. Light's would suddenly combust, Television sets would short circuit and suddenly turn off, stereos would flicker on in off in a blare of music that had been annoying and yet catch all in the same breath. 

The atmosphere in the McKennis Household had changed almost as if the parents started to freeze their child out, at least the part of him that they couldn't control and attempted to enroll him in learning Martial Arts. Hoping that a heavy focus into everyday muggle affairs would deter or even weaken the wizarding blood that sparked on the inside of him, unfortunately for them, it became more chaotic - more untrained. To the point it became noticeable enough that someone from the Ministry and Muggle affairs had to intervene not only for the safety of magic not being exposed towards those that don't already know of it, but for the safety and wellbeing of Tyson as well considering something so unchecked could spell disastrous for many people. He landed in Tallygarunga at the age of Ten and started a life in an entirely foreign world than what he was used to finding it even more difficult to settle in even with the semi-accepting environment that seemed to pulse from it. 

At first he kept mostly to himself keeping up with the brief studies he had taken up in Muay Thai to compensate for the sudden change and move. It was a difficult time for him in adjustment even with the assistance of councilor's and the aggression inside needed to be built up and unleashed before it could get worse and find a live target that didn't deserve the ire and frustration that had been locked up inside of him. Tyson's entire first year had been the focus of him developing the keen talent of adaptation that often was only ever built with experience or a really flexible mind and with the difference between the two worlds he needed to have both in order to survive and not break under the pressure. While his parents did offer to write every now and then the letters were often filled with regrets, hate regrets, that he had been 'cursed' with the blood that he had been given as well as lament for them not being able to take that curse away for him to actually have a life that could be considered 'worthwhile'. 

He had been cast out into a world cutoff from his family, primarily due to their own bigotry and inability to see that people and occurrences were different. Thoughts rampaged through his mind that they would always view him as 'Not good enough', that the reason they had tossed themselves into success, albeit, great success in their fields had been due to a lingering spite towards what he now claimed within his veins. This alone was enough to push him further into a seething anger on the inside that it couldn't be easily contained even with all of his efforts to keep up with his regiment. Even pushing it to the point where when he exercised for a short run he'd always over-exert his body to exhaustion. All of this had managed to change for him by the start of his Second Year. 

Quidditich had always been an interest for him due to his nature and desire to always keep active so when sign-up's occurred for his House he took the chance without question and tried out to be a Chase. The aggressive nature and his lean trained form made him ideal to be a scorer, enough that it had shifted from something to get aggression out towards actual enjoyment. This is how he developed the mentality and mindset that when his body is in motion, his activities focused only on what he was doing in the moment, that he could let go of the problems that pegged at his home life. Even to the point that he had requested to officially stay on Campus even in the summer months and during break to avoid facing the problems, when one is further from them the less likely they can dwell and think on them until they felt prepared. 

Now as a Seventh year and an accomplished Chaser for his team he awaits for this new and final year to help define the kind of adult he wants to be. Will he find the strength to finally show his parents that no matter where he'd be he would have found success? Or would he continue proving to himself and only himself that he can achieve anything that he applied effort and tenacity towards and manage to come out on the other side? The options for him were opened and plentiful and it would take only a nudge in either direction to set him off on various paths. One thing that he is sure of, however, is that he will at least prove even though shadows can be much heavier than any physical building - the strength of willpower and determination can shatter any expectations that are so narrow and close-minded. 

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