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Post by caligula on Jul 30, 2009 20:52:15 GMT -6
Caligula Malcolm Weller
Age: 26
Class you want to teach: Arithmancy
Personality:
I'm a very private person, never one to mix my professional life with my personal. Though I can be courteous, I tend to treat people with an air of disinterest. But this stems from my inability to trust others. However, given my past and how my life had been stripped away, I have an appreciation for the simpler things. Included in this is human interaction. After being pent up with all the mentally unstable criminals I am finally beginning to feel normal around sane individuals.
There is no mask to lift up when you are around me, I am who I am. My level of trust with a person will never increase, so quite literally, what you get is what you see. Although I am capable of compassion, my caring nature only shows through with my students. But I try to keep a wary eye open for any suspicious activities, considering what happened to me as a student.
History(characeters background):
I was raised in a well-to-do wizarding family that accepted, and even embraced the muggle world. Both my parents came from wizarding families as well, so their keen interest in muggles stemmed from the fact that their non-magical lifestyle was so foreign. Prior to receiving my letter to Hogwarts my parents enrolled me into a muggle public school. There I became familiar with muggle ways. However, when my letter for Hogwarts came I could not resist the call to learn what I had often seen my parents doing.
As I had always been even in muggle school, I was a successful student, a little socially put off by some of the prejudices that resided against the community that I had grown up with, but that never affected my studies. In my fifth year I was put under the imperius curse and was forced to do the dark lords bidding. Word got out of the actions, and even though I had no control over them I was kicked out of school and sent to the ministry for judgment. There I was labeled as a willing member of the Death Eaters, despite my young age they sent me to Azkaban.
When Voldemort fell I was released from Azkaban upon the testimony of a Death Eater, saying that I was in fact working under a curse. I resumed my education outside of the school as it held so many memories of my past. But as a means of making up for what they had done to me, the Ministry guaranteed me a teaching position at the school as soon I was of teaching standard.
Now with the appropriate credentials I have come to Hogwarts to reap the reward that those months of suffering in Azkaban have earned me.
Experience in RPG: 6 months. A week on this site and the remainder on various others that ended up failing.
RP(roll playing)Example: It's Tom so i'll just copy and paste one from here
There was no sweet escape for Tom, he was trapped in his own head, so confused by his own feelings that he didn't know what to do with himself. Things hadn't gotten better with Cali out of the picture, they had managed to sink even further for him. Even though they hadn't been officially dating, he couldn't help feeling like she left him. And in doing so she tore the already divided Tom in two. There was no longer a rational bone in his body, all he could feel was the pain, all he wanted to do was inflict it onto someone else, and in doing so expel it from his body.
Tom didn't saunter through the halls, he stormed briskly, shoving any unsuspecting dawdlers out of the way. "Hm." He smirked after pushing a first year Hufflepuff, sending the boy head first into a suit of armor. He took great pleasure into the loud metallic crash as he breezed past the scene he had created. There was no victim too small, no act too cruel. It was as if he were a mad man, hell bent on destruction. If he couldn't be happy, he couldn't allow anyone in his wake to be so.
At the sound of a nearby songstress, Tom stopped dead in his step. His head turned slowly in the direction of the nearest door, a disturbing smile marred his features. Too perfect. He thought with satisfaction, he would enjoy putting a stop to who ever was breaking the barrier to his mind through song. Tom made for the door, but the handle would not give way to him, no matter how forceful he was. Slamming the door with his fist, Tom whipped out his wand. A lock was easily penetrated, "Alohomora!" There was a faint clicking sound.
Tom threw the door open, and entered, returning the door to its former state in one smooth motion. After locking the exit, Tom turned to his unfortunate company. He almost didn't recognize her, it took him a few moments of quiet observation before realizing that fate had intervened with his life once more. All the better, he could punish the direct cause of his pain. "Well well well... How appropriate that the gods have planted you here, it's as it they want me to defy these horrible ideas you put in my head." Tom smirked, giving her choice of dress a casual once over. "Nice outfit by the way, never thought i'd see the day that you opted for something a bit more sensible."
"You did a number on me girl. Now I think it's my turn to return the favor." Tom advanced on her aggressively, making it in front of her swiftly. Using his still drawn wand, he played at the collar of her shirt. "Exactly what is the penalty for driving a person mad anyway?" He spoke slowly, a cold bite to his voice, all warmth he had toward the girl was clouded by his own spitefulness.
Tom didn't saunter through the halls, he stormed briskly, shoving any unsuspecting dawdlers out of the way. "Hm." He smirked after pushing a first year Hufflepuff, sending the boy head first into a suit of armor. He took great pleasure into the loud metallic crash as he breezed past the scene he had created. There was no victim too small, no act too cruel. It was as if he were a mad man, hell bent on destruction. If he couldn't be happy, he couldn't allow anyone in his wake to be so.
At the sound of a nearby songstress, Tom stopped dead in his step. His head turned slowly in the direction of the nearest door, a disturbing smile marred his features. Too perfect. He thought with satisfaction, he would enjoy putting a stop to who ever was breaking the barrier to his mind through song. Tom made for the door, but the handle would not give way to him, no matter how forceful he was. Slamming the door with his fist, Tom whipped out his wand. A lock was easily penetrated, "Alohomora!" There was a faint clicking sound.
Tom threw the door open, and entered, returning the door to its former state in one smooth motion. After locking the exit, Tom turned to his unfortunate company. He almost didn't recognize her, it took him a few moments of quiet observation before realizing that fate had intervened with his life once more. All the better, he could punish the direct cause of his pain. "Well well well... How appropriate that the gods have planted you here, it's as it they want me to defy these horrible ideas you put in my head." Tom smirked, giving her choice of dress a casual once over. "Nice outfit by the way, never thought i'd see the day that you opted for something a bit more sensible."
"You did a number on me girl. Now I think it's my turn to return the favor." Tom advanced on her aggressively, making it in front of her swiftly. Using his still drawn wand, he played at the collar of her shirt. "Exactly what is the penalty for driving a person mad anyway?" He spoke slowly, a cold bite to his voice, all warmth he had toward the girl was clouded by his own spitefulness.
