Post by chanceisnothing on Jun 26, 2006 11:47:39 GMT -5
Name: Thomas Christopher Gerrard
Age: 39
Birthday: October 21st
Bloodline: Completely muggleborn, he has no recent relatives with magical characteristics or even any he can name from further back. If it weren't for his sister, he'd be the only magical blooded one in their extended family.
Subject they teach: History of Magic
Physical Description: Thomas is on the tall side, roughly 6'2", and isn't bulky, but fit for his age. He also isn't necessarily what some women would call handsome, which is fine by him, but he does have a cliche-idly "chisled" face and very distinct, bright blue eyes that have made him rather popular among the opposite gender whom he's noticed seems to be obsessed with that particular physical feature for some reason.
His brown hair is kept short, usually, not shaved, but short and neat, mostly because it makes it easier to deal with. Usually he isn't completely shaven, but he always manages to come across looking clean-cut and professional, regardless. Around his left wrist he has a tatoo of interlocking branches, but it is usually hidden by his robes or clothing. He looks like some one who is used to working hard from the callouses on his hands, but still maintains an air of a scholar- straight backed, serious, the whole lot.
As for clothing, he was born in raised in the muggle gear and that's his prefrence. Occasionally, when he knows he won't get caught, he'll even teach in a nice pair of jeans and button up shirt and sport coat.
Personality: Although not nescessarily the most optomistic person, Tom isn't someone one would nescessarily call cynical. Simply put, he's seen a lot of the world and most of it he doesn't like, so he would consider himself a realist. Maybe a bitter realist, but he feels completely justified in being one.
He will not come off as friendly, initially, but he can be a good listener and incredibly loyal once a person gets to know him. He is incredibly opinionated, but gets away with it because he usually knows when to keep his mouth closed. However, on the flip side, he is incredibly loyal once he warms up to a person a little.
Thomas usually respects people enough to not force his beliefs onto them when he knows they're closed off to them, but will be brutally honest to someone, especially a friend, if he's trying to protect them. It isn't in his nature to tell 'little white lies' or in any other way give people anything other than what they need to hear. In return, he appreciates-often demands- the same kind of honesty from others, especially those he considers friends.
Likes: Traveling, trains, reading, and intellectually stimulating conversations with others who know what they're talking about. He also likes people who are down to Earth like himself than emotionally driven, mostly because he isn't sure how to handle the latter. He likes when things make sense, logically, and fit together in a way that works.
Dislikes: People who live in fantasy worlds, closed-minded people, people who act like they know what they're talking about when they really don't have any idea, and people who try to analyze him. On top of that, he absolutely cannot stand things that his mind can't comprehend, hence his dislike of more emotionally driven people. Little dislikes of his are lemon flavoring and getting ill in any variety.
History: Thomas was born into a muggle family at a time when people like his parents could not be involved in the wizarding world even if they knew it existed, which was unlikely. Helena-his mother- was a waitress and, as soon as he was born, a stay at home mom while Henry-his father- worked at an office supply store. Safe to say, neither of them were much involved in magic in any of its various forms in their small suburban home. However, they always guessed something was different about their son, being very smart-even though not magically inclined, people themselves. It all began with forks floating off of the dining room table when Thomas wouldn't eat his peas, keys literally vanishing when dentist appointments drew near, and his baby sister seemingly on 'mute' when she was particularly loud.
So they weren't surprised to find out they were right one day when a letter was brought by an owl two months before Tom's tenth birthday informing them of their child's unique abilities.
As Tom went off to Hogwarts, he became very immersed in the current events, which were always his favorite. Although he was a good student, he always felt that all the learning he was doing at Hogwarts wasn't enough. He didn't know what was, but the feeling stayed with him until after he graduated.
Both of his parents had attended muggle college, so, more out of curiousity than anything else, Tom did as well, focusing on political sciences. It was around that time that he started being more aware of muggle current events as well as wizarding ones and realizing how much of an impact they had on one another. After graduating, he finally thought he knew what he wanted to do with his life, and so, with his younger sister (a witch as well), he packed up and moved to India, where he began to work to help the people there whom he'd felt an affinity with from a past trip he'd taken.
That's where he spent the last ten years until he heard about the job here from one of the teachers who had worked with him in India a year previous and was close friends with him and his sister. As the work he'd started in India was finally stable and there were more people working on it than him and his sister, something told him it was time to move on. That brought him to Hogwarts.
Family:
Father: Henry Gerrard (62 years old)
Mother: Helena Close-Gerrard (58 years old)
Sister: Julia Gerrard (30 years old)
Pets: A screech owl named Yuter
Roleplaying Sample:
Tap tap tap.
Maybe if he just closed his eyes tighter the stupid owl would shut up.
Tap....taptaptaptaptap.
Or maybe not. Groaning, Thomas pushed himself out of his bed, and rubbed his eyes. The alarm clock by his bed read six o'clock, way too early for any letters. So what was that blasted creature up to? Standing slowly, and with another grunt, Thomas slowly walked over to the window, already feeling the humidity outside through the small slits between the window and the frame. It was going to be a hot one, he could tell.
Pulling open the window, he saw the grey screech owl waiting impatiently on the sill and giving him a very cross look. There actually was something tied to it's leg: a letter. With a few blinks and pauses, he untied the letter as his eyes finally adjusted to the morning light outside. The owl flew off in a huff, not even waiting to be rewarded.
Stepping back over to his bed, Thomas sat down, turning the envelope over in his hand a couple of times before finally ripping it open.
Thom, It began. He blinked his eyes a few more times to be certain he'd read it right, only one person he knew adressed letters to him with that name. That vile annoyance of a nickname his sister had teasingly given him and, ironically, had almost stuck better than his real name. But that left one other person, and if it was that person he suddenly didn't mind having been woken up so early. But the chances of that were slim, considering the last conversation he'd had with her.
Tell Jen I've settled in fine when you see her. I got her letter safely, tell her thanks. I know you were going to leave soon, don't deny it, I could tell. I just wanted to let you know there are still a few positions open here, Muggle studies, for instance. Don't know if you'd be interested, but it's nice here, just like it used to be.
Anyway, I ramble, sorry. Wherever you do go, be sure to write soon and let me know.
Your friend,
Evie
There was a shock that would've woken him up had he not already been awake.
Well, he had been looking for a change of scenery now that everything was going so well at the base. Not that he'd been thinking anything in particular, but this...could be plausible. Maybe he'd even like it.
Pulling open the bedside table drawer, he pulled out a pen and some paper and began to write back, eyeing the suitcase in the corner of the room intently.
Age: 39
Birthday: October 21st
Bloodline: Completely muggleborn, he has no recent relatives with magical characteristics or even any he can name from further back. If it weren't for his sister, he'd be the only magical blooded one in their extended family.
Subject they teach: History of Magic
Physical Description: Thomas is on the tall side, roughly 6'2", and isn't bulky, but fit for his age. He also isn't necessarily what some women would call handsome, which is fine by him, but he does have a cliche-idly "chisled" face and very distinct, bright blue eyes that have made him rather popular among the opposite gender whom he's noticed seems to be obsessed with that particular physical feature for some reason.
His brown hair is kept short, usually, not shaved, but short and neat, mostly because it makes it easier to deal with. Usually he isn't completely shaven, but he always manages to come across looking clean-cut and professional, regardless. Around his left wrist he has a tatoo of interlocking branches, but it is usually hidden by his robes or clothing. He looks like some one who is used to working hard from the callouses on his hands, but still maintains an air of a scholar- straight backed, serious, the whole lot.
As for clothing, he was born in raised in the muggle gear and that's his prefrence. Occasionally, when he knows he won't get caught, he'll even teach in a nice pair of jeans and button up shirt and sport coat.
Personality: Although not nescessarily the most optomistic person, Tom isn't someone one would nescessarily call cynical. Simply put, he's seen a lot of the world and most of it he doesn't like, so he would consider himself a realist. Maybe a bitter realist, but he feels completely justified in being one.
He will not come off as friendly, initially, but he can be a good listener and incredibly loyal once a person gets to know him. He is incredibly opinionated, but gets away with it because he usually knows when to keep his mouth closed. However, on the flip side, he is incredibly loyal once he warms up to a person a little.
Thomas usually respects people enough to not force his beliefs onto them when he knows they're closed off to them, but will be brutally honest to someone, especially a friend, if he's trying to protect them. It isn't in his nature to tell 'little white lies' or in any other way give people anything other than what they need to hear. In return, he appreciates-often demands- the same kind of honesty from others, especially those he considers friends.
Likes: Traveling, trains, reading, and intellectually stimulating conversations with others who know what they're talking about. He also likes people who are down to Earth like himself than emotionally driven, mostly because he isn't sure how to handle the latter. He likes when things make sense, logically, and fit together in a way that works.
Dislikes: People who live in fantasy worlds, closed-minded people, people who act like they know what they're talking about when they really don't have any idea, and people who try to analyze him. On top of that, he absolutely cannot stand things that his mind can't comprehend, hence his dislike of more emotionally driven people. Little dislikes of his are lemon flavoring and getting ill in any variety.
History: Thomas was born into a muggle family at a time when people like his parents could not be involved in the wizarding world even if they knew it existed, which was unlikely. Helena-his mother- was a waitress and, as soon as he was born, a stay at home mom while Henry-his father- worked at an office supply store. Safe to say, neither of them were much involved in magic in any of its various forms in their small suburban home. However, they always guessed something was different about their son, being very smart-even though not magically inclined, people themselves. It all began with forks floating off of the dining room table when Thomas wouldn't eat his peas, keys literally vanishing when dentist appointments drew near, and his baby sister seemingly on 'mute' when she was particularly loud.
So they weren't surprised to find out they were right one day when a letter was brought by an owl two months before Tom's tenth birthday informing them of their child's unique abilities.
As Tom went off to Hogwarts, he became very immersed in the current events, which were always his favorite. Although he was a good student, he always felt that all the learning he was doing at Hogwarts wasn't enough. He didn't know what was, but the feeling stayed with him until after he graduated.
Both of his parents had attended muggle college, so, more out of curiousity than anything else, Tom did as well, focusing on political sciences. It was around that time that he started being more aware of muggle current events as well as wizarding ones and realizing how much of an impact they had on one another. After graduating, he finally thought he knew what he wanted to do with his life, and so, with his younger sister (a witch as well), he packed up and moved to India, where he began to work to help the people there whom he'd felt an affinity with from a past trip he'd taken.
That's where he spent the last ten years until he heard about the job here from one of the teachers who had worked with him in India a year previous and was close friends with him and his sister. As the work he'd started in India was finally stable and there were more people working on it than him and his sister, something told him it was time to move on. That brought him to Hogwarts.
Family:
Father: Henry Gerrard (62 years old)
Mother: Helena Close-Gerrard (58 years old)
Sister: Julia Gerrard (30 years old)
Pets: A screech owl named Yuter
Roleplaying Sample:
Tap tap tap.
Maybe if he just closed his eyes tighter the stupid owl would shut up.
Tap....taptaptaptaptap.
Or maybe not. Groaning, Thomas pushed himself out of his bed, and rubbed his eyes. The alarm clock by his bed read six o'clock, way too early for any letters. So what was that blasted creature up to? Standing slowly, and with another grunt, Thomas slowly walked over to the window, already feeling the humidity outside through the small slits between the window and the frame. It was going to be a hot one, he could tell.
Pulling open the window, he saw the grey screech owl waiting impatiently on the sill and giving him a very cross look. There actually was something tied to it's leg: a letter. With a few blinks and pauses, he untied the letter as his eyes finally adjusted to the morning light outside. The owl flew off in a huff, not even waiting to be rewarded.
Stepping back over to his bed, Thomas sat down, turning the envelope over in his hand a couple of times before finally ripping it open.
Thom, It began. He blinked his eyes a few more times to be certain he'd read it right, only one person he knew adressed letters to him with that name. That vile annoyance of a nickname his sister had teasingly given him and, ironically, had almost stuck better than his real name. But that left one other person, and if it was that person he suddenly didn't mind having been woken up so early. But the chances of that were slim, considering the last conversation he'd had with her.
Tell Jen I've settled in fine when you see her. I got her letter safely, tell her thanks. I know you were going to leave soon, don't deny it, I could tell. I just wanted to let you know there are still a few positions open here, Muggle studies, for instance. Don't know if you'd be interested, but it's nice here, just like it used to be.
Anyway, I ramble, sorry. Wherever you do go, be sure to write soon and let me know.
Your friend,
Evie
There was a shock that would've woken him up had he not already been awake.
Well, he had been looking for a change of scenery now that everything was going so well at the base. Not that he'd been thinking anything in particular, but this...could be plausible. Maybe he'd even like it.
Pulling open the bedside table drawer, he pulled out a pen and some paper and began to write back, eyeing the suitcase in the corner of the room intently.
