Post by Hamish MacCallum on Sept 7, 2007 19:23:27 GMT -5
Name: Hamish MacCallum
Age: 32
Birthday: November 23rd
Bloodline: Halfblood
Why are they important to this plot line?: Auror trying his best to sort things out.
Physical Description:
Ham is not terribly tall, close to 6 foot but doesn't quite make it. He's lean so from a distance he looks taller than his is. Brownish color hair that lightens during the winter to have glints of blond. It can have its days of looking very neat and tidy, and then others looks like he had just rolled out of bed. Ham claims it has a mind of its own at times. He likes to keep cleanly shaven, but anything goes on his days off.
Personality:
Classified as a character, he often over exaggerates his stories. He has a bad habit of not finishing his last sentences, or when he does, inserts descriptions that don't have anything to do with what he was talking about but more about his surroundings. When fiddling around with things (mainly muggle objects that seem to make their way into his life) and springs and bits happen to get away from him, you will often hear him squeak an 'Arrrh! Oh no!'. He's a very happy person most of the time that wouldn't hurt a fly if his job didn't depend on it. His Auror training made sure he wasn't soft in the presence of Dark Wizards and could act like someone not to be messed with. But it's all head games.
Likes:
Hamish loves anything mechanical. His flat in London is full of small draws and shelves with small nuts and bolts, springs, wires, odds and ends from almost every object in the history of muggle electronics and machines. He even has parts for televisions that have become obsolete. Like most men, he enjoys a good game of quidditch other watching the Chudly Cannons or in a back field with his mates. A good drink the the pub also hits the right spot at the end of the week.
Dislikes:
He hates what every Auror hates, Dark Wizards bent on taking over the world and injustice. He also hates the fact he knows what happened to his brother, but is completely embarrassed and ashamed of him.
History:
Hamish grew up with his wizard father, muggle mother and three brothers in a small wizarding town in Scotland. He was fascinated with muggle things and tinkered with old run down electronic devices that his uncle would find. Every Christmas he'd ask for erector sets or a robot kit. He was a little disappointed to find that these things had no power at Hogwarts. But that didn't stop him from playing around with clocks and an old spring wound film camera.
He always sat on the edge of his seat in Muggle Studies wanting to know all he could about machines and how they worked. Yes, magic was well and good, but he usually found it easy and unchallenging. Well not as challenging as modifying a toy car to run faster. Rubbish at potions, but pulled through well enough to please his parents and they pushed him into Auror training like his great grandfather had been.
Through the war, he came across his share of unpleasant criminals working under the supposed Dark Lord. Those few years were tough, and a cruel test if there ever was one. He had days without sleep and was still expected to keep peace in a place that was falling apart. One boy thankfully changed it all. Hamish promised himself to thank Harry Potter greatly for his bravery, and the news that the boy was coming to train was a delight to be told!
The world is still a mess, but now a bit more relaxing and time that didn't seem to be there before.
Family and Pets: Father Wallace (muggle), Mother Gillian (witch), older brother Finlay (36), younger brothers Hamish (pronounced haim-ish) (32) and Loughlin (30).
Other information (optional): None.
Roleplaying Sample:
It was early Saturday morning. A day off of work. The sun was beaming in through the window of the tiny London flat window, glinting off assorted scraps of metal and disemboweled toasters, VCRs and clocks. Each one was systematically placed as to let one Hamish MacCallum know where every tiny screw went back in when he was done examining it.
With coffee cup in hand, clad in boxers, undershirt and knee high socks, Hamish toddled over to the door leading to the hall to pick up the muggle newspaper. With a grunt and a snort, he bent over to pick it up and scan the headlines. He always thought it best to have a foot in both worlds. Even most muggleborns seemed to lose touch with their native upbringing after Hogwarts. Shame really.
A fluttering at the window brought the sign of the Daily Prophet. A nice cross reference to start the day before diving into the latest item of study- a CD-ROM player. Ham shuffled to the table, set down his mug and flipped through the pages of both periodicals looking for anything interesting he had missed while sleeping.
"Well I..." he started not finishing. Why should he? No one was listening. An article in the Prophet describing the aftermath of Dumbledore's passing and the latest in what was to be done in terms of administration and safety. This sparked an interest that he would look into first thing Sunday morning when it was his next shift.
With a sip of his coffee, his hand automatically picked up a nearby screwdriver and pair of pliers ready to start taking things apart.
Age: 32
Birthday: November 23rd
Bloodline: Halfblood
Why are they important to this plot line?: Auror trying his best to sort things out.
Physical Description:
Ham is not terribly tall, close to 6 foot but doesn't quite make it. He's lean so from a distance he looks taller than his is. Brownish color hair that lightens during the winter to have glints of blond. It can have its days of looking very neat and tidy, and then others looks like he had just rolled out of bed. Ham claims it has a mind of its own at times. He likes to keep cleanly shaven, but anything goes on his days off.
Personality:
Classified as a character, he often over exaggerates his stories. He has a bad habit of not finishing his last sentences, or when he does, inserts descriptions that don't have anything to do with what he was talking about but more about his surroundings. When fiddling around with things (mainly muggle objects that seem to make their way into his life) and springs and bits happen to get away from him, you will often hear him squeak an 'Arrrh! Oh no!'. He's a very happy person most of the time that wouldn't hurt a fly if his job didn't depend on it. His Auror training made sure he wasn't soft in the presence of Dark Wizards and could act like someone not to be messed with. But it's all head games.
Likes:
Hamish loves anything mechanical. His flat in London is full of small draws and shelves with small nuts and bolts, springs, wires, odds and ends from almost every object in the history of muggle electronics and machines. He even has parts for televisions that have become obsolete. Like most men, he enjoys a good game of quidditch other watching the Chudly Cannons or in a back field with his mates. A good drink the the pub also hits the right spot at the end of the week.
Dislikes:
He hates what every Auror hates, Dark Wizards bent on taking over the world and injustice. He also hates the fact he knows what happened to his brother, but is completely embarrassed and ashamed of him.
History:
Hamish grew up with his wizard father, muggle mother and three brothers in a small wizarding town in Scotland. He was fascinated with muggle things and tinkered with old run down electronic devices that his uncle would find. Every Christmas he'd ask for erector sets or a robot kit. He was a little disappointed to find that these things had no power at Hogwarts. But that didn't stop him from playing around with clocks and an old spring wound film camera.
He always sat on the edge of his seat in Muggle Studies wanting to know all he could about machines and how they worked. Yes, magic was well and good, but he usually found it easy and unchallenging. Well not as challenging as modifying a toy car to run faster. Rubbish at potions, but pulled through well enough to please his parents and they pushed him into Auror training like his great grandfather had been.
Through the war, he came across his share of unpleasant criminals working under the supposed Dark Lord. Those few years were tough, and a cruel test if there ever was one. He had days without sleep and was still expected to keep peace in a place that was falling apart. One boy thankfully changed it all. Hamish promised himself to thank Harry Potter greatly for his bravery, and the news that the boy was coming to train was a delight to be told!
The world is still a mess, but now a bit more relaxing and time that didn't seem to be there before.
Family and Pets: Father Wallace (muggle), Mother Gillian (witch), older brother Finlay (36), younger brothers Hamish (pronounced haim-ish) (32) and Loughlin (30).
Other information (optional): None.
Roleplaying Sample:
It was early Saturday morning. A day off of work. The sun was beaming in through the window of the tiny London flat window, glinting off assorted scraps of metal and disemboweled toasters, VCRs and clocks. Each one was systematically placed as to let one Hamish MacCallum know where every tiny screw went back in when he was done examining it.
With coffee cup in hand, clad in boxers, undershirt and knee high socks, Hamish toddled over to the door leading to the hall to pick up the muggle newspaper. With a grunt and a snort, he bent over to pick it up and scan the headlines. He always thought it best to have a foot in both worlds. Even most muggleborns seemed to lose touch with their native upbringing after Hogwarts. Shame really.
A fluttering at the window brought the sign of the Daily Prophet. A nice cross reference to start the day before diving into the latest item of study- a CD-ROM player. Ham shuffled to the table, set down his mug and flipped through the pages of both periodicals looking for anything interesting he had missed while sleeping.
"Well I..." he started not finishing. Why should he? No one was listening. An article in the Prophet describing the aftermath of Dumbledore's passing and the latest in what was to be done in terms of administration and safety. This sparked an interest that he would look into first thing Sunday morning when it was his next shift.
With a sip of his coffee, his hand automatically picked up a nearby screwdriver and pair of pliers ready to start taking things apart.
