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  • Player Character – Paris Greengrass

    Hogwarts School for Talented Wizards, September 2001

    Paris is quite talented with music. His extraordinary voice makes him able to captivate a crowd like no one else, gently stroking his lyre to produce the most wonderful melodies. He’s just a first year student, and yet his golden hair and angelic face are known to many. In addition to the music club, he’s also in the duel club, which is quite strange considering how strongly he abhors dirt and filth. Only his closest friends knows why he would do such a thing.

    At the request of his uncle, he’s now studying to be a full fledged wizard. He was even gifted with an auto-sorting briefcase. He really wishes to study in peace and having a uneventful scholarship, but it seems his destiny is tightly tied to unraveling the secrets lurking behind the doors and hearts here in Hogwarts. The dark years has left some deep scars, ones that will take a strong will to heal…  

    Pencil Doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6

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    École Poudlard pour Sorciers Talentueux, Septembre 2001

    Paris a un don pour la musique. Quand il caresse sa fidèle lyre et chante de sa voix extraordinaire, il est capable de captiver les foules. Bien qu’il ne soit qu’un première année, sa chevelure d’or et son visage angélique sont déjà connus de beaucoup. En sus du club de musique, il s’est également inscrit au club de Duel, ce qui est étrange vu son aversion pour la saleté et la sueur. Seuls ses amis proches connaissent la raison d’un tel choix.

    A la requête de son oncle, il poursuis ses études de sorcier. Il a même reçu en ce sens une serviette à documents auto-classante. Il espère de tout coeur pouvoir effectuer ses études en paix, libre ensuite de pouvoir poursuivre sa musique, mais il semble que sa destinée soit intimement liées à la découverte des secrets les plus sombres de Poudlard. Les Années Noires ont laissées des cicatrices que seuls les coeurs les plus vaillants pourront guérir…

    Player Character for Harry Potter RPG / Personnage joueur pour un JdR custom Harry Potter

  • Terror on the Orient-Express
    A New player

    January the 6, 1923, Lausanne.
    06:45 am.

    Upon descending the Orient-Express, a cold fog grasped the four friends. pushing them to an open cafe just near the station. The bartender let them stack their heavy pile of luggage in a corner while waiting for the Grand Hotel carrier. They ordered a large breakfast, complete with chocolate dipped croissants, milked cafe, tea and a huge assortment of sweets and little Swiss chocolate squares. This warm and cozy pause is much welcome after such a journey, and the silence of morning in Lausanne was a bliss after the loud aver lasting ambient noise of the train.

    Aaah silence thought Henry… only troubled by the delicate tingling of faience, the song of a lonely bird and the strident screeches of car tires drifting upon snowed pavement.

    From across the place, a vehicle suddenly appears, coming from one the adjacent streets, probably leading down to the Lake. The car literally jumped in the air, and flew for what seemed an eternity before landing brusquely and starting drifting, closing in dangerously to the cafe, only stopping just a few meters before reaching the vitrine.

    Cihat was already up and ready to drag Choura away, when he felt the tight grip of the old russian on his arm. Choura was livid, and so was Carl. They were both looking intensely at the conductor of that just stepped outside of his vehicle.

    – Oscar ? He’s alive !? How could it be ?
    – No, that’s not him. Maybe… James ? His brother, the race pilot ? Oscar told me once about him, but how… ?

    The newcomer went straight for them, his fist tightly clenched. Behind him, the car was still smoking and clanking. On the passenger seat, what seemed like the real owner was livid and still hanging onto his seat as if his life depended on it. Something told Carl James Couteau has not bought the official story of the Lhassa meteor that cost the life of Oscar. This will be a hard and long talk. 

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
    Excerpt from the Terror on the Orient-Express Chaosium Call of Cthulhu RPG campaign