Troy Antony Lim | First Year | Ravenclaw

Troy Antony Lim
Ravenclaw
11 years
1st Year
Species: Metamorphagus

P H Y S I C A L . D E S C R I P T I O N

Troy stands tall at 4'7, complementing his athletic figure and his V shape torso from 3 years of sports. Sleek black hair always neatly styled and sharp dark brown eyes inherited from his mother. His clothing style quite simple, like his father. Always seen in cargo pants and a T shirt in most occasions. Rarely in a suit and tie ( though he doesn’t look bad in that either ) His bright smile always radiated positive energy. Making him a handsome little boy. According to his mother anyways.

M E N T A L . D E S C R I P T I O N

Troy almost never was the conversation starter. Being extroverted as never really his go-to. He was known as the smart kid. Being top of his grade back in his old elementary school, a certified bookworm. Nowadays he usually keeps isolated in his room, painting or practicing sports in their backyard. He wasn’t always like this, he used to be cheery, and extremely chatty. It all changed after his 10th birthday, struggling to trust new people that he meets. You just have to break his introverted barrier and his energetic side will show. Though it’s not easy.

P R E - H O G W A R T S

was a pure Chinese muggle, part of a very powerful family. The 林’s ( Lín, the western version being Lim ) are a well known mafia family. Focused on family, culture, power and wealth. In China they are known to be 林会堂 ( LínHuìTáng, Lin Syndicates ) one of the most feared families in the country. Known for having mountains of connections and a large family tree, they have a powerful deck of cards. Controlling large scale smuggling operations between countries, smuggling things as big as millions of yen worth of cars. Series of real and fake business to aid money laundering and to cleanly earn, business like hotels, shopping malls. Even overwhelming political influence, often bribing officials and bending the rules to their favor.

Currently situated Beijing, China where Tony finished college with a degree on automotive engineering and business management. He was a good man, born into an powerful, not so good family, he expressed his wishes to his father to move away, instead of helping with the family business ( He had 7 more siblings already aiding the syndicate ). His father, was not happy about this, however he agreed. Even offering Tony large amounts of money to help him start off in his new life. However he declined, saying that he wants to make clean money, out of his own blood sweat and tears. He wanted to have kids who weren’t in the influence of such power. Using his allowance, he moved to the Philippines, a warmer smaller country, where he started off as a car retailer. Slowly he began working on large imports into the small country opening dealerships. Work was his go to, he loved it, as pastime on weekends he practiced swimming and tennis. But there was something missing.

He was sitting in a cafe one Wednesday morning, when a girl approached him, around his age. Her hair was long and sleek, its dark ends slightly brown curled, her deep brown eyes matched, She was simply beautiful. Tony was simply stunned by her beauty, and they started chatting. Her name was Andrea Tan, a loving woman who values relationships over everything. Belonging to a large wealthy family herself, she was playing a key role in their business taught by her muggle mother. They specialized in creating shopping centers and malls. Most of her family were wizards who married muggles. The long line of wizards and witches were either Ravenclaw or Slytherin. She was independent, knowing how to take care of herself and overall being a strong woman. She was in charge of everything related to restaurants and department stores in the company while the rest of the family had their shares.

Both of the lovebirds hit off pretty quick, she chucked when he struggled to speak english ( having just moved there less than 4 months ago ). Eventually they started dating. She started helping him in his business ( since she was Chinese-filipino she could help translate local language ) It was true love. They got happily married 3 years later. Together they went through many challenges, ( including finding out she was a witch which was a nasty shock ) and she was there to see the success he had achieved. So well in fact, he had decided to move to Europe to expand. Starting off in Great Britain, before expanding to more parts of Europe. So did Andrea, expanding the family business abroad. His name well known for being one of the most well known car retailers in Europe. While hers being a well known shopping mall company.

Both of their success quickly led to riches which provided their two children a lavish lifestyle. Troy was born together with his twin Tiffany. However there was one very obvious difference, he did not have a right leg. It came as a shock to his parents. However they have accepted it and was always by his side. Troy grew up with a prosthetic leg, which was sometimes difficult. But he enjoyed the discounts in fast food restaurants. Culture was a very big part of his family, mostly practicing Chinese. He and his sister had taken lessons on how to speak Filipino, Chinese and Fookien as early as when he could start saying full sentences. His home language was usually a mix between the 3, however in public, he speaks fluent english. He promised to himself not to put himself in such a situation if he had a choice, 4 were more than enough. An instrument was also needed to be learnt. Troy chose the violin and the piano, while Tiffany leant how to guitar and play drums. ( Mother was more accepting of Troy’s choice. They both practiced since they were young, growing up to be skilled players.

Despite being twins, Tiffany and Troy were very different. Troy enjoyed all things automotive just like his father, his paintings usually centered around cars and famous races. His large room inside the Lim Manor was always tidy and organized. Everything was always in place, Troy has a little bit of OCD. But one corner would always be covered in black tarps where his painting was usually done. There, it was messy. The black tarps covered in paint, and empty paint cans scattered on the floor beside multiple canvases.

Tiffany on the other hand instead of creating art, had a passion of admireing it. She had an avid love for all things photography, usually handing around the backyard photographing their dog, and sometimes her father’s car collection. By 10 she had multiple cameras, and was learning how to make miniatures. She was a creative little girl who was always energetic in every situation. Both siblings had a strong bond with each other. They would spend weekends playing and having fun.

Troy grew up making lots of friends, being chatty and all. But many "friends" were interested only in his family's wealth. Who could’ve known 8 year old kids knew how to be fake friends? His old best friend, Alejandro, was among them. Despite the countless good memories they made together, Troy saw that Alejandro and the rest of his friends were more interested with what they could leech off of. ( Gifts, money and food given by his parents, the more of it if they were close to him. ) Troy trusted them, but they were only leeching of him. When Troy turned 10, the harsh realization set in. Slowly, his "friends" revealed their true dark colors. Leaving him alone and hurts. He was heartbroken.

The poor boy was in denial, convinced it was his fault, that he did something wrong though he knew deep inside it wasn't. Troy had always admired loyalty. But now everything seemed fake. Everyone seemed fake. Everyone except family. This left a profound impact on himself, new peers that he would meet, he would always be suspicious of their end goal. He didn’t want history to repeat itself. It was a horrible ordeal he always ran away from. He became more introverted, avoiding social gatherings if he could help it. Birthday parties sucked, it wasn’t a celebration for him, but more of a reminder. It always left him teary seeing that it was just Tiffanys friends there. It left a scar, that hurt like a fresh wound.
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F I R S T . I N S T A N C E

Troy's first instance of magic was while he was bringing up large amounts of paint at the age of 9. He was painting a large canvas, needing large amounts of orange paint. He walked up the grand staircase with the heavy bucket. A small mis-step caused his hands to slip his hands lost grip on the bucket. It tumbled down the stairs with a loud "CLANG!" its lid splitting open, releasing its contents spilling out. Orange paint covered the walls. "Father's going to kill me!" He closed his eyes, how could he have been so dumb? This can't be real! He thought. Opening them, it was as if it wasn't. The bucket was no longer tipped on its side at the bottom of the staircase. All the orange paint had seemingly disappeared. He saw the bucket neatly placed at the end of the staircase upright, as if he hadn't gone up the stairs and as if he had just set it down. How peculiar! He thought he was mad! He didn’t understand what it meant. He kept this from his parents for weeks, fearing they'd send him to a mental asylum. Of course he told Tiff, and made her promise to not tell her parents. Why did he trust her with that? He had no clue, it was out to his parents within the day. Much to Troy's surprise were thrilled. ( Of course after a thorough scolding about doing things on his own "We have a butler! Just ask them to help you!" mother had said )