Post by grimcarebear on May 21, 2009 22:13:41 GMT -6
NAME: Bradley Nathanial Dickens
AGE: 37
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi
APPEARANCE: An Irishman through and through. He's tall and lanky. He has short, bright red hair and a goatee. He has sparkling green eyes that seem to dance when he laughs. He always has a smile on his face. When he does get angry though, his green eyes cloud up and grow to a hazy blue. He tends to wear easy going clothes, ones that can get messy. He likes hats too, covering his rather short mop of hair. His hair is rather messy and always looks like he's been out in the wilderness for ten years. Badly in need of a comb. Picture
TRAITS/PERSONALITY: He's creative and a bit naive at times. He is known to speak before he thinks. He is an artist at heart and loves to create new spells. When he grows quiet(which is rare) a strange air appears around him. This aura usually disrupts animals and they tend to go nuts. He's also somewhat of a klutz and is prone to tricks. Because of his rather strange and aloof behavior, he doesn't have many friends. He loves sugar, especially chocolate. No...he doesn't just love it. He's obsessed with it. He loves Irish Alchohol almost as much as he does sweets. Because of his Irish blood, he can hold his beer.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: He can talk to animals and he has the Sight (He can see things others can't)
HISTORY: The great great grandson of Charles Dickens, the Dickens line was a well known family of Wizards, but known to be writers among Muggles. What many would not know was that his blood was well able to take on the Black Magics. Disgusted by these things, Bradly's mother ran away to practice the White, trying her hardest to keep the dark secrets of her familys magic from his family.
Bradly was raised by his mother and father along with his older brother Nute. He was known to be a trouble maker and did many things, such as set his brothers hair on fire or turn his pet Owl Cupid pink. His brother and him never got along. The two bickered and fought so much that when Bradly went to Hogwarts, Nute left, trying to find his way into the world.
The two never met again...until one night, on Bradly's 6th year. Nute had gone to black magic and the two met out in a dark confrontation. Nearly to the point of death since he could not defend himself, Bradly did the one thing he did not want to do. He reached into his dark heritage and he killed his brother. He then hid the body and never revealed this to anyone.
Bradly hides this dark secret beneath his friendly smile, but deep down, the dark blood of the Dickens line brews uneasy.
POSITION: Hogwarts Staff // Potions
ANIMAGUS FORM: A Tibetan Mastiff
WAND: Maple wood with a dragons heartstring. Good for enchantments, but prone to backfire on him.
[E x t r a]
MEDICAL CONDITIONS: He's allergic to cats, which is bad, cause his mom owns about 20.
DAY OF BIRTH: June 25
PETS: A ferret named Genevieve (Cupid and Mordred have both died in the past 9 years)
FAMILY: Mother(Patricia), Father (Luke), Brother(Nute), Great Great Grandfather (Charles)
PATRONUS FORM: A badger
SAMPLE RP: "Oh, where did I put that thing?" The Potions Professor busily looked around his highly messy office. Potion recipes and books were strewn all over the place. Twas a wonder he could find anything at all.
He moved to glance under the desk and roughly shot up again, hitting his head squarely on the bottom of the desk."Oh, bloody hell and biscuits!" He winced, grabbing his head as he glanced down. There, sitting under the desk, holding a manuscript in her mouth, was a ferret. "Genevieve! Give that here!" He shot out his hand..but the ferret bristled and shot away. Bradley watched her go and sat up. "Oh, c'mon! You still can't be mad about last night..." He chased after her.
-You broke a promise Bradley.-The ferret's voice played in his mind as she scrambled up the door and sat atop it. "So I said I'd feed you the new stuff...so I lied."
-Hmph!-The ferret shot her nose up in the air.
"C'mon Genny! I need that! It's my lesson plans! You know I'm pretty much dead without them! I'll be eaten alive!"
-Suits you just fine.-
Bradley scowled...and was pretty sure Genevieve stuck her tongue out at him. "Ok...ok. I broke a promise. I'll make sure to get you the roast duck next time its on the table. Happy?"
-Promise?-
"Yes...I promise."
The ferret made a noise that would be close to a giggle and hopped down the door, landing in Bradley's arms. Bradley grabbed the manuscript and sighed." Honestly...what am I going to do with you?"
-Love me?-
AGE: 37
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi
APPEARANCE: An Irishman through and through. He's tall and lanky. He has short, bright red hair and a goatee. He has sparkling green eyes that seem to dance when he laughs. He always has a smile on his face. When he does get angry though, his green eyes cloud up and grow to a hazy blue. He tends to wear easy going clothes, ones that can get messy. He likes hats too, covering his rather short mop of hair. His hair is rather messy and always looks like he's been out in the wilderness for ten years. Badly in need of a comb. Picture
TRAITS/PERSONALITY: He's creative and a bit naive at times. He is known to speak before he thinks. He is an artist at heart and loves to create new spells. When he grows quiet(which is rare) a strange air appears around him. This aura usually disrupts animals and they tend to go nuts. He's also somewhat of a klutz and is prone to tricks. Because of his rather strange and aloof behavior, he doesn't have many friends. He loves sugar, especially chocolate. No...he doesn't just love it. He's obsessed with it. He loves Irish Alchohol almost as much as he does sweets. Because of his Irish blood, he can hold his beer.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: He can talk to animals and he has the Sight (He can see things others can't)
HISTORY: The great great grandson of Charles Dickens, the Dickens line was a well known family of Wizards, but known to be writers among Muggles. What many would not know was that his blood was well able to take on the Black Magics. Disgusted by these things, Bradly's mother ran away to practice the White, trying her hardest to keep the dark secrets of her familys magic from his family.
Bradly was raised by his mother and father along with his older brother Nute. He was known to be a trouble maker and did many things, such as set his brothers hair on fire or turn his pet Owl Cupid pink. His brother and him never got along. The two bickered and fought so much that when Bradly went to Hogwarts, Nute left, trying to find his way into the world.
The two never met again...until one night, on Bradly's 6th year. Nute had gone to black magic and the two met out in a dark confrontation. Nearly to the point of death since he could not defend himself, Bradly did the one thing he did not want to do. He reached into his dark heritage and he killed his brother. He then hid the body and never revealed this to anyone.
Bradly hides this dark secret beneath his friendly smile, but deep down, the dark blood of the Dickens line brews uneasy.
IN THE PAST NINE YEARS Bradley taught at Hogwarts for about 4 years before taking 5 for studying his invention. He traveled the world, studying many different things in magic. He now comes to reapply to Hogwarts as the Potion Master once again.
POSITION: Hogwarts Staff // Potions
ANIMAGUS FORM: A Tibetan Mastiff
WAND: Maple wood with a dragons heartstring. Good for enchantments, but prone to backfire on him.
[E x t r a]
MEDICAL CONDITIONS: He's allergic to cats, which is bad, cause his mom owns about 20.
DAY OF BIRTH: June 25
PETS: A ferret named Genevieve (Cupid and Mordred have both died in the past 9 years)
FAMILY: Mother(Patricia), Father (Luke), Brother(Nute), Great Great Grandfather (Charles)
PATRONUS FORM: A badger
SAMPLE RP: "Oh, where did I put that thing?" The Potions Professor busily looked around his highly messy office. Potion recipes and books were strewn all over the place. Twas a wonder he could find anything at all.
He moved to glance under the desk and roughly shot up again, hitting his head squarely on the bottom of the desk."Oh, bloody hell and biscuits!" He winced, grabbing his head as he glanced down. There, sitting under the desk, holding a manuscript in her mouth, was a ferret. "Genevieve! Give that here!" He shot out his hand..but the ferret bristled and shot away. Bradley watched her go and sat up. "Oh, c'mon! You still can't be mad about last night..." He chased after her.
-You broke a promise Bradley.-The ferret's voice played in his mind as she scrambled up the door and sat atop it. "So I said I'd feed you the new stuff...so I lied."
-Hmph!-The ferret shot her nose up in the air.
"C'mon Genny! I need that! It's my lesson plans! You know I'm pretty much dead without them! I'll be eaten alive!"
-Suits you just fine.-
Bradley scowled...and was pretty sure Genevieve stuck her tongue out at him. "Ok...ok. I broke a promise. I'll make sure to get you the roast duck next time its on the table. Happy?"
-Promise?-
"Yes...I promise."
The ferret made a noise that would be close to a giggle and hopped down the door, landing in Bradley's arms. Bradley grabbed the manuscript and sighed." Honestly...what am I going to do with you?"
-Love me?-