Post by genimgemini on Aug 19, 2014 0:23:00 GMT -6
[ B a s i c ]
NAME Gabriel Keane Lommán
AGE Twenty-Seven
GENDER Male
HEIGHT Six foot one
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Decidedly bisexual
APPEARANCE At a glance, Gabriel Lommán is strong, dark, and mysterious. He stands tall, with ever changing short and wavy hair that forms a quaffed bang stretching from one end of his brow to the other. The color of his hair shifts from a dark copper to a blue to a pale green and back. One eye stays naturally at a deep green while the other frequently shifts. His skin is smooth, a tanner and more dark complexion than his Scottish heritage would suggest.
His high cut cheekbones and long face, paired with his systematic sneer, often give the reminder of a hawk gleaming down on its prey.
TRAITS/PERSONALITY Gabe is very strict and very to the point. His class is only offered to sixth and seventh year students and as such he takes the classes at a fast pace and at a high expectation. This being said, Gabriel is sly and has a dry, almost destructive sense of humor. His smiles are hard to come by but worth it. He discovered that he is very easy to talk to and that his blunt and to-the-point pieces of harsh advice are often the truth that he believes his colleagues need to hear.
SPECIAL ABILITIES Gabriel is a natural metamorphmagus.
HISTORY The youngest child of Garnett and Rodger Lommán grew up in the Greater London area very aware of the wizarding community and very active in it. Gabriel, or Gabe as he preferred, entered Hogwarts during his older brother Derec’s fourth year at Hogwarts and was sorted into Hufflepuff house.
While Derec became Hufflepuff team’s Quidditch Captain, Gabriel rose the opposite ladder to prefect, top of his year, and (eventually) head boy. Upon his graduation from Hogwarts he interned for a few years with the Ministry of Magic’s Auror Department before applying for the Alchemy post at Hogwarts. He received the post and, eventually, was promoted as an early successor to the Deputy Headmaster’s post aswell.
Beginning his third year of teaching, Gabe spends much of his time writing in his office in attempt to get his manuscript “3,000 Modern Uses of Alchemy for the Competent Wizard” published. He makes an effort to spend every meal in the Great Hall, schmoozing with the other members of the faculty, and spend his summers as a barkeep and roommaid at the Leaky Cauldron.
POSITION Deputy Headmaster – Alchemy Professor
ANIMAGUS FORM N/A
WAND Cedar, unicorn hair, fairly heavy, 11 ¼ inches
[E x t r a]
MEDICAL CONDITIONS Allergic to most tree nuts
DAY OF BIRTH March 17th
PETS None
FAMILY Rodger Quincy Lommán – father, 64, graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, former Hufflepuff, currently resides in London and works at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Intoxicating Substances
Garnett Blythe Lommán née Merchant – mother, 63, graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, former Hufflepuff, currently resides in London and works as a healer at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
Derec Oliver Lommán – brother, 31, graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, former Hufflepuff, currently resides in Croydon and works as a national Quidditch referee
PATRONUS FORM Red-Tailed Hawk
SAMPLE RP Gabriel stood stoically behind his Maplewood desk, the disappointment and anger boiling up inside him and turning his hair a fiery dark red. His sunken cheeks pursed his mouth into a tight lipped pout as his eyes stared daggers into the sixteen year old boy in front of him.
His deep voice growled out as, without taking his eyes off of the boy in front of him.
“Giles, the door if you would.” He punctuated the last few words with a vigor that shook the young Slytherin.
His lip quavered as he pulled his wand out from his deep blue robes, flicking it so that the small swatch of parchment were pulled from the boy’s grip and allowed it to float taught between the two, the text visible to Gabe, even as the edges of the paper began to smoulder.
Robbie Morce was in my ward from 2 September until 4 September with a terrible case of Squabb’s Syndrome. The illness caused symptoms that disrupted Mister Morce from his usual school activities including homework assigned on his first day of sixth year. Thank you for understanding. Sincerely, Katharine Moss
The smoldering spread as he read, engulfing the note into ashes which collected on the top of the desk.
Gabe took a moment, letting the words sink in as he bore lasers into Morce’s avoiding eyes.
“Mister Morce. Do you sincerely still believe that the faculty of this boarding school whom live in the same building for nine miserable months of the year don’t speak to each other?”
We waited again, giving the pupil a chance to speak, though nothing but stammering come out.
“If, and only if, there were an outbreak of something as serious as Squabb’s Syndrome in the castle I am sure that I, as the Deputy Headmaster, would have heard of it. Let alone, Squabb’s Syndrome would likely have you terminated from the hospital wing as Squabb’s Syndrome is a disease that, as even someone as dim minded as yourself could figure out, only effect members of the dragon population.”
The sneering professor smiled sickly, flicking his wand once again to slam the door to the classroom open with a loud clang.
“Now. Next time you decide to attempt to fake an illness to get out of writing the first essay of the term, be sure to read more than the name of the illness you found in the library. Ten points from Slytherin. Your essay will be due by noon tomorrow along with a two roll essay stating the symptoms, effects, and history of Squabb’s Syndrome. Now, get out of my sight before I decide that it would do you good to learn about true illness.”
Gabe swore he’d never seen a student scramble out of his room faster.
He smiled, truly this time, and slumped down to sit in his deskchair, chuckling lightly to himself as his hair faded to a deep brown.
“Sometimes it’s good to find ways to remind them who is in charge here.”