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  1. Tyson didn't think much on the potential fact of formalwear getting a bit ruined, it'd been one of the risks a person should be ready to take with such gatherings. It hadn't made it any less amusing to him at the effort that had been made to try and keep the crumbs and more messier decorations that made up the pastry. There had been little to no time for reaction to stop the foodstuff from dropping as it collided into a hard surface after it'd been suspended in the air momentarily. An expression etched on his face that could be read simply as, 'Yikes!'. "Gotta' hate when that happens. Don't worry it's pretty common the first few tries, eventually, ya' get used to multitasking with it." There'd been no way for him to perceive that it'd been the sudden shift towards violence that seemed to stop up the young Fairy. "I don't think the world of Muggles is much different than any other people in a society." He shrugged calmly. "Some are confrontational, others aren't, some are aggressive while others will be very pacifist. But the point of preparing for anything is to make sure that ya' can handle a handful of situations with the skills developed." The way that he viewed it, there may be a time where using his wand or magic wouldn't be viable, where the efforts and pursuits of the physical form would just enough or the only other option until the course of something changed. A chuckle eased out while his head shook. It seemed like Iggy had been a bit out of his own environment, about as much as himself as far as he could personally tell. With the conversation shifted towards the path of Auror, a nod of confirmation flowed. "Aye', but someone has to stand up doing the thankless job. Lots of divisions for the Auror's too, things that need to be covered with a few specialized hands." He wasn't sure which would call to him first but there'd been plenty of time to eventually come to that conclusion and see where his talents had laid in the career. "I bet there's tons of stuff he can't say anyways, ya' know, the quirks of the job. Only allowed to say what's been purposefully released to the public." He imagined there were many who broke that particular rule to significant others or those they trusted as a confidante, but that didn't stop it from being a clause in making sure investigations could be done unhindered. There'd been a snorted laughter at the joke made. "Yea, I think I'd be pullin' back a stub or just some bone. I can hit pretty hard but not THAT hard, haha."
  2. An arm crossed over his chest, the other rested an elbow on top it while using the hand to curl around his face to hide a growing smirk. It gave him the image of a small child that realized they would get in trouble for dirtying their formalwear. When his arms lowered back down he took in a deep breath to steady his nerves from bursting out into a laughter. "If ya' that worried about gettin' ya, just make it float a bit and snack it. Sometimes a plate ain't as fun." It had been one of his preferred ways when he didn't really feel like physically holding a piece of food, have it make its way to him and carefully munch on it. If it got on the floor? Oh well, that hadn't been his job to clean up! Tyson thoughtfully hummed. "Normal for Wizards? Nah, I don't think so. Most are too busy thinking they're too good to dip into the Muggle world." He set his cup down onto a nearby table and placed his hands into the pocket of his trousers. "But the martial arts these day's ain't just about learning how to fight. It teaches discipline and restraint or at least those are many of the tenants." It hadn't hurt to learn how to defend himself in a pinch and in most cases he wouldn't worry about a 'perfect form', he'd been trained enough that he could transition several blows without a person recognizing it in the first moments of a struggle. "Ya' also can't really use magic on Muggles, if something comes up, always a good thing to defend yourself in another. Plus, most Wizard's wouldn't know it had been coming themselves." He shrugged lightly. "Someone's bound to get cocky and think having their wand pointed at ya' has you in checkmate. A good kick to their legs won't just drop em', it'd surprise them enough that you can disarm them physically and shift the field in your favor." Wandless magic had still been the larger issue in that kind of hypothetical scenario but most weren't proficient in that art to even make it work effectively in high tension. Slowly his lips turned to a thin line, the edge of his teeth gnawed gently at his inner lips. "Dunno, it's a pretty big kind of career but means living in the limelight of entertainment. Still thinking if that's the kind of thing for me, probably leaning more towards Auror training." A different kind of light there and that kind of pressure had been much more uncertain than the idea of national Quidditich. "Yea? Ya' should give it a go when signups hit next year. Pretty late in the year now but next year they're gonna be looking for folks to really be showing their stuff. Both School and House teams." Eyes lowered to see the speck of crumbs that had stuck to the young teen's face which prompted Tyson to reach out for a napkin and hand it towards Iggy casually. "Ya' got a bit more along the edges of the mouth." It hadn't bothered him but figured it may have been an embarrassing encounter with others on such a formal night. "I primarily play Chaser, if I do play. But I can double up as a Beater or Seeker, really depends on the need of the team, ya' know? I wouldn't be the first pick for me as a Seeker, smaller and lighter folks are much better. I do have all the daring that the position needs." A soft nod flowed from him. "Sometimes ya' need to be willing to do some of the most dangerous stuff in that position and take a hell of a beating from others trying to foul you."
  3. "Yea, man, ya' all good with that. Most folks probably won't even really think twice about it, ya' feel? Even then ya' do what makes it comfortable. Best way to handle any thing in life." At the very least it would keep an individual honest with themselves no matter the circumstances that may unravel. "Sometimes a bit of a mess up ain't so bad either. Gets a good laugh and can actually make a night a bit better than ya' intended." He couldn't count how many times a slip up has worked out in his favor, whether it'd been on the field or in every day life encounters. Tyson glanced towards the offered pastries, could he really afford to take one of those and not feel like he messed up his training and careful food choices? His hand rose up and he shook his head slightly after giving it more reasonable thought. "Nah, but thanks. I already took my cheat snack earlier today. Have to keep myself on some careful management and all that." He didn't believe that tasting it would set him back majorly or that he'd drop dead from partaking in a single crumb of it. But he found it had more to do with self discipline and keeping to his own word on what he'd allow and when if only to better conduct himself with certainty. "Oh, yea? School's great for the social aspect and all that. Not so much with, ya' know, status and all to the entitled community. But, ya' meet folks from all sorts of walks and backgrounds. Good way to see the larger world than just a part of it." One of the benefits of going to the school had been not only its intention to focus on the Students but to open up to the larger community, people of all types and lives without reservation or restriction. Every person in the walls had been on equal grounds even if they didn't want to be. "A few things here and there. I've ran on the Quidditich team, both for Bourke House and the School Team since I could sign up and pop up on a broom." It had been an obvious choice for most Wizards and not one that he regretted getting into along with the challenges that came with him that allowed for a good way to test himself. "Also train in the martial arts, Muay Thai. I don't expect ya' to know and all that. Most people I run into don't know it since that kind of thing isn't big in the Wizarding world. A kind of thing to help remind me that there are two worlds and I shouldn't forget where I came from. It's also a pretty good stress relief and a way to build up discipline." Along with physical tolerance and a way to defend oneself, never know when it would come in handy for self-defense or in the defense of another. Something that he expected to give him an extra edge in his Auror exams whenever he decided to take them after proper training in the University. He nodded towards him. "Yea, makes sense. If ya' new to the area then it's better to get a lay of the land and the kind of weather that will happen. Nothin' like being surprised by a sudden heatwave that pops up. It can get pretty rough without preparing well too." Another sip had been taken from the cup until it had been drained of liquid. "Hope there's a better handle on what ya' will be walking into next year. Sure there will be folks around to help out too if a slip up happens." Unfortunately, he wouldn't be there next year. His hand extended out to grasp Ignatius' and offered a firm hold and shake ."Nice to meet ya', Iggy. I'm Tyson, which too bad it took this long to meet. This is the last year I have here."
  4. I wonder who imma be rooming with . . . 

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    2. Tyson McKennis

      Tyson McKennis

      I would if I could, Sammy. But ya' got this! Gotta be a role model for the others. 

    3. Samantha Hammond

      Samantha Hammond

      But you just said you could :(

    4. Tyson McKennis

      Tyson McKennis

      IF I could, I can't, ya' know that. 

  5. "Eh?" His voice rolled out for a moment as he glanced to Iggy, the Dance floor with a few of the coupled shufflers, and then back to the small teen. "Nah, man, ya' ain't required to bring partners or nothing. Heck, I sure as heck hadn't even thought of doing that." His arms pushed skywards as he stretched the muscles that had started to seem just a bit tight. "Nothing wrong with rolling stag, ya' probably will find a few people that prefer that kind of a thing. Different reasons and all, ya' feel?" He wouldn't know what those reasons could be for each person but as far as personal choices went, the person he'd have wanted to come and show off couldn't. It just wasn't a viable thing for them to even show or attempt it without some kind of issue being raised up. That had been one of the risks he'd been willing to take. "Heh, To be fair, I don't think the other magical schools have: Alan Burdett as Head Master or the list of unorthodox professors on the list like Tally does." The thought alone caused a grin to touch onto his lips and he offered a small shrug. "Some folks say we get the worse of the worse, ya' know, rejects or ones that couldn't make it in the private sector. But personally, I think these are some of the kind of folks ya' need to be exposed to. A real good look at people and not the, well, 'One percent'." That's all he viewed people in Penrose and Greyeheme as, the one percent, people who had Daddy or Mommy's money make their way into a school that had just been about status and not truly learning or growth. "And this is pretty formal by my personal book. Stupid suit. . ." Hands grasped at the lower lining of the jacket and light tugged it to fit along his shoulders once more. "I probably wouldn't even be here if I hadn't promised a friend, ya' know? I'd have preferred to get some last minute training in on somethin'. As long as it wasn't this kind of a thing." Tyson slid a hand along the top of his head, brushing the short and neatly cut fuzz. He'd been in disbelief that Samantha had actually convinced him with the whole, 'Last Dance' bit. More surprised that he'd been a sucker for that kind of romantic notion of friends parting as if it'd be the last time in a long, long time. "Guessin' ya' one of the new students that popped on in this year, yea?"
  6. "Oh, right, yea - you're heading out for the summer time for a bit aren't ya?" It had usually been pretty often during that season now that the thought came to mind. Those were the times he had to pick up his 'Assistant Mantle' and wear it proudly, so to speak. Keep everything in order while the Cat had been away from the home for only a short time. "Maybe they might have one of those interactive kind of things too. I know that's been a big fad for those kinds of place to get folks more interested in it." Getting out of the home could be one thing but to leave one boredom and introduced to another one? That could just be grating on nerves and even ones sanity, if it really came down to it being that droll. Tyson's hand rose up and rubbed at the base of his forehead, airplanes could land on Chloe's head with how often things flew over. It had still been one of her many charms on what made it fun and amusing to hang out with her. She didn't need to get the jokes or the route of his mindset, sometimes, it was good that a person didn't actually grasp it. He wasn't looking to be some kind of comedian anyways so it all managed to fit in his own mind. "Maybe, but I've come to believe that the Wizarding world is just one big crew of pranksters, ya' feel? Just think of some the stuff that exists or even just happens." To him, who ever discovered and furthered the Transfiguration discipline must have had some kind of dastardly tricks in the back of their mind, right? He snickered lightly. "Yo', it'd be boring anyways to just count every single calorie. Sometimes ya' just want to splurge and be happy about it. Even with a little belly lump forming after." That had been what he estimated the true worth of Christmas had been aside from hanging around people that were considered close to someone. It wasn't the gifts or the decorations but that unsaid rule and right to eat and scarf down everything in sight without a single glance of judgement being shot towards oneself. After all, everyone else had been in the same predicament of the foodisms. He lifted his arm up and took a glance at the watch that had been strapped tightly to his wrist and his expression shifted instantly. "Yikes, we've gotta hurry it up. Don't wanna start having to explain why we're late for curfew."
  7. His shoulders shifted in the coat and dress shirt that had been worn, it felt increasingly uncomfortable to him with the way it had formed around him. A sign that he should have had a tailor take in better measurements to compensate for his broad and defined shoulders. At least the pants and shoes were a lot more comfortable which made the more immediate problem only a small comfort to deal with in knowing that it could always be worse for him. Fingers curled around the paper cup that held his recently fetched drink, pressing the edge of it to his lips he only took a sip from it trying to make it last longer to limit how often he'd be downing the liquids. Eyes scanned along the dance floor and the walls to see if the person he'd been waiting for the first place had shown up yet or at the very least been in view. At least until a voice that had seemed to come from below him chimed in and it seemed as if the individual had caught on to his personal musings. "Nah, man. This event is optional." He at least hoped it had been optional, the flyers posted around school didn't seem to allude to the opposite. It just seemed like some form of celebration that had been geared towards seeing the leaving class off while also trying to 'quell the unrest' as he considered from the tension of the year. It hadn't eased him any but maybe it would do well for the younger students, they needed the break. "Was talked into comin' to this dance from an underclassman of mines. This kind of thing ain't my kind of scene." His shoulders adjusted once more trying to find another moment of comfort in the torso, formalwear always had a very odd wave for him at the bit of his stomach. It felt more unnatural than it probably should have. Tyson took in a deep breath and exhaled to ease his nerves of being in an environment that had been the very definition of foreign to him. His eyes darted from decoration to another then towards the band that had gathered themselves in practiced coordination and moved through their set fluidly. "Didn't think the school would go all out like this, ya feel? Thought they'd just get some kind of ratty record player and just slap something one and call it entertainment." An actual band, that's the kind of thing he didn't expect to see happen in any of his days at school. Then a hum resonated within his throat as his mind ran through the few scenarios that there had been an event or shindig tossed together. "Maybe they have before. . .? Eh, ain't like it really matters. Never been to the dances or parties before." He shifted his attention towards Ignatius to give a bit more respect. "Yo', my bad. Got caught up tryna make the time pass by." For all of his attempt to try and make the event go by quickly for himself time itself hadn't caught on to that same note. "Ya' gonna go out there and dance like some of the folks? Or plan to play the 'Keep away from the dance floor' like I am?"
  8. Haven't ran training sessions like this for a while.  Feels smooth challenging myself again. 

  9. "Aye', I was just double checking. Never can be too careful on what's really swimming around a persons noggin." It'd been a habit, at least for himself, that when his mouth would proclaim one thing; Thoughts in the mind would be in the opposite direction in terms of solidarity. Usually it had been something that would pertain to the factor of him watching his health and then always thinking, 'Well, as long as I don't drop dead that's watching.' He expected Chloe to have a much firmer and stable head on her shoulders but how could he know with true certainty? It'd been better to make it a point to keep in mind in hopes for the much more favorable outcome in the long run. "Yea, could always see if they have those kind of progression of time and inventions of inspiration museums? Ya' know, the ones where they have this really boring guy walk around with a super bland voice and proclaim, 'And this here thing-a-mabob was established in seventeen-zero-nine. It was inspired by the steam engine!' kind of a deal." He wasn't aware if some form of educative effort had been made towards Muggle-Wizarding relations on the hurdles they've been through and taken from one another but it seemed like a good place to start. "Sit too long and ya' butt will be sore. Sometimes ya' gotta study in those kind of ways." Tyson chuckled as he nodded. "Yea, but wouldn't it be the better prank to put it in a store that isn't reserved for pranks? Expected in a prank store to have that kind of stuff." There had just been a belief that certain things couldn't have been designed intentionally for enjoyment. He chalked up many things to some prank that companies designed that no one ever took as an actual prank. "Having candy that's way too hot to even keep in ya' mouth for more than two seconds? That's some heavy pranking in my book. I can't imagine folks enjoy having the spiciness of fire on their tongues." He then shook his head at the query placed forth about his own choice of candy. "It's a melt in ya' mouth kind of thing. Haven't had any society effects that I'm aware of." It was the kind of treat that he enjoyed for the quick dissolve action. "Aight, I'll give you peanut butter. Ain't too bad of a choice there." It was an option that didn't push him entirely away from the idea of salty but tasty. Perhaps even his limit on most days if he could have a say in it. "Yea, I say go for it! See if ya' can get it to constantly stay heated and melted. Probably will make it feel like ya' tastebuds died and went to heaven. Kind of thing I do sometimes with chocolate and strawberries. Get a nice batch of the reds, put some choco into a melting pot and keep it stirred and going. Then the dipping fun begins." A Shameless sigh exhausted passed his lips with a firm smile. "Hey, even a guy like me needs to find a way to cheat on the healthy stuff once in a while."
  10. Being known as a Chase in Bourke House for Tallygarunga, it's been no wonder that recent offers have flooded in for Tyson McKennis. Often characterized as 'Discipline and Focused', it's drawn the home Quidditich Team's attention. Rumors even state that with him enrolling into VMU they've taken the approach of seeing how he'd maintain on the University level before giving a final offer, even with the various counter-offers given to them. There's been no word on his full thoughts on the matter except, "Ya' Gotta' do, what ya' Gotta' do. Simple as that, man."
  11. While the subject of Muggle Studies had been important in his mind for others that were in a very peculiar existence in the Wizarding world, it was one that had been more pertinent to those seeking a good stepping stone towards interactions between the two world in various ways. Whether it had to do with social relations or engineering, the two would eventually meet to define a fraction of what the course and idea of it would touch up on. He found that he owed it to himself to find out what the Wizarding world on a scholarly level viewed the Muggle one, where he'd been eliminated the process of being included in one of those larger societies because of the spark of magic that had ran through his veins. "Heh, don't go overloading ya' self now. Reading and learning is all smooth, but if ya' dodged it before then chances are it might not feel as interesting to ya' as it may sound." Perception could change how something had been received, he wasn't aware if her expectation of it had been heavily changed from the light explanation that could only be considered 'Not the full scope' of the subject. "Not entirely true." A sly smile curved on his lips. "If it doesn't agree too well it might cause ya' to lose that bit of snack you put inside." That hardly fell under the 'actively hurting' category in his opinion as one could never tell what kind of tastes Wizard's would come up for snacks or foods. Some were just for the simple flairs of having it while others were borderline just insane, at least by typical Muggle standards. Most times he expected something like jelly slugs to come to some form of sentience and start slithering around on the inside of the stomach, diving itself in the various acids as some kind of weird gimmick or thrill. "Gotta' be careful the kind of things that people could come up with when magic is involved. Might end up surprised with something just nutty, man. Know some person who wanted to try their hand and some jelly beans that constantly jumped around in ya' mouth and stomach. Like pop rocks minus the popping and dissolving." The thought of Salty food caused Tyson's expression to shift into one of slight disgust. It was as if the word alone caused the texture of the taste to actually be flooded into his mouth. Head shook in slight protest of the evolving mental image. "Couldn't handle that might self. Sounds like it'd be hard to really get the full taste of what ya' eating." But maybe those whom had that preference still managed to taste it? Or. . . Maybe it just burned the crap out of their tongues sensory and dulled it from taking in the beauty of what had been created with food. Some stuff hadn't been too bad but there had always been the one kind of food that just took the leap into Salty-ville faster than a Quidditich game loss. "Almost anything can be a snack, really. Just all on how ya' prepare it. Sliced apples with caramel dip is a pretty tasty combo. If ya' not fond of caramel there's always something else that can go with it too, Honey for pretty snug example." He tended to lean more towards healthier snack options with a sprinkle of 'cheat' confectionary, satisfy the sweet tooth and help the process of vitamins moving through the body.
  12. Damn, didn't think the end of the year was that quick. 

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    2. Tyson McKennis

      Tyson McKennis

      Ya' always make me proud, kid. And it isn't like ya' can't visit or whatever. Don't think I'll be moving away. 

    3. Samantha Hammond

      Samantha Hammond

      Oh, oh! I'll be in Narrie during the holidays too, I'm only going back home in January! We should totally do something!

    4. Tyson McKennis

      Tyson McKennis

      Yea, I'd be cool with that. I'll be checking out some places and stuff. So, I'll be around. 

  13. "Really. . .?" Tyson questioned with his expression shifted to one of bewilderment. He found that it'd often been the more common choice for Muggleborns, most of those whom had been natural to the Wizarding world found the studies a waste of space. At least the few that would mutter against the meaning or reason behind the subject itself. "Yea, I usually grab it every year. It isn't just about the life of Muggles or the way they live. It's a lot about their impact on Wizarding world along with how some of their misconceptions and myths are related to stuff that occur on the Wizarding side." "Guess that isn't an inaccurate jump in logic." If a lot of people recommended something then it must have had some reason for being so acclaimed. On the other hand. . . He also knew she hadn't been much like other people. Hobbies withstanding, she may have just a unique taste all together. "Well, alright, if taste testing is your gimmick this time then who am I stand in the way of that?" He had grown curious on what her reaction would be on tasting it for the first time, taking the time to re-evaluate that maybe she hadn't been afraid of trying things there new but had just never been given the full opportunity to do them. His head shook lightly. "People have their own unique taste buds, ya' know? Some folks like spicy, some can only tolerate mild. Others like that kind of. . . Spicy and Sweet combination. Nothing to really say that ya' are boring for it. Doesn't make you any less interesting, probably more interesting to people. Just trying to figure out what you have a taste for, what ends up a higher preference on the list."
  14. Tyson didn't want to give the whole 'Ball' thing an actual chance, if he'd made the choice himself without any form of sway it'd probably be spent in his room or trying to find a way off of campus to spend it in another way. He coughed roughly while a finger slide along the collar of his button-up shirt while he loosened the grip it held at his throat. Wearing a jacket with his assembled had been out of the question, that just would have been too much for him to want to deal with. Instead he decided to skirt around the 'Formal' by wearing deep purple vest over a crisp and white button-up shirt. The black slacks had been the obvious choice given that it had been the only thing he could get on such short notice. This would be the last time he'd have any form of party in the halls of Tallygarunga, when the next year would come he'd already be moved on out, graduated and starting a much more adult life. At least a step towards that direction, he wasn't out of that bracket just yet but in due time he would be. As he walked further into the hall his eyes lifted up to first spot the twinkling of the spheres that sat as if to showcase their gleam in the center of the massive room. It had nearly reminded him of the party that happened earlier in the year, of course, he skipped out on that for many reasons. Maybe he did owe the school one final showing for that ditch effort? There were still people coming in, some with dates and others in the similar situation as him, going stag. "Can't believe I let her talk me into actually showin' up." He remarked towards himself and posted up at one of the table to grab himself a fizzy refreshment. Something that could ease the dryness within his throat and simultaneously ease the bubbling nervousness that took place in the pit of his stomach. He'd never been comfortable with handling that feeling, when it should have been an issue it never was, only when he didn't fully want to commit to an idea. An idea like showing up to a ball for a promised dance. He could stay long enough until that dance, right? Afterwards no one could blame him for leaving right after that if he needed to do that. In the mean time he just turned his sights on the various decorations, the attempt that had been made for the sake of the Students and Staff alike. He still stood by the premise the Elemental Magic Professor had been a certifiable loon, but at least the work put into the event looked as if it would seemingly payoff.
  15. That had been the response he expected. A soft chuckle escaped from him as he felt more amused that it had grown to that predictable point of things. It did make him worried about her fate at being able to manage the different aspects of social life, so solitary. But a person had been who they were and trying to force a change just because it could be harmful would end up more harmful. At least he had been able to give her a bit of an idea for a hobby that she could share with others, something that could help her out in that arena while often giving her a wealth of enjoyment with what she worked with. "Ironically? Not unlike what most people would expect of your average everyday parent regardless of the world they live in." It had been a scholarly thought at best, that the Wizarding world had opted to act as a 'parental figure' of sorts towards the Muggles. At least in that they try to keep the most harmful things of the world from interfering with their everyday lives. In turn, where would the Magical world be without the ingenious inventions that were eventually converted to work for them as well? "Probably why it's important for everyone to pick up Muggle studies in school. Not just to stare like they're some zoo animal but to respect that it's a symbiotic relationship in this day and age." He nodded at the choice. "Didn't take you for a jelly sort of person. Learning more about you by the second!" A soft chuckle emitted from him as he lightly bumped into playfully. "Aight, then I'll grab some Glacial Snow Flakes. I like the melt in your mouth action it has, pretty good for a cheat snacking when I probably shouldn't be doing it." Sometimes even he didn't want to spend the entire day working out, at times, he wanted to just spoil himself with a sweet here and there.
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

Tallygarunga - 2012 to 2018 - Bourke House

VMU - Current -Auror Program


* 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

* Is 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.

* Has been in Tallygarunga since his First Year

* Seems to stay at Tally all-year round never really going home. 


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.


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. 


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. 

Tyson McKennis March 7, 2018
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