Post by Guest on Jan 12, 2007 0:37:02 GMT -5
OoC::
Name/Alias:: Kris
BiC::
Full Name:: Orion Lamiac
Age:: 22
Occupation:: Potions Professor
Affiliation:: Neutral
Blood:: Pure
History:: Orion Lamiak was born the night of November 6th in the middle of the woods. His father Salvius, you see, was opposed to Voldemort. Earlier the same day, their house had been attacked. He'd sent his greatly pregnant wife Vinnia out ahead of him, opting to linger behind to hinder or distract their pursuers to give her more time to make her escape. Apparating in her state could splinch the baby or herself, or both, she couldn't sit on or manage a broom, and floo was simply out of the question, for multiple reasons. Vinnia couldn't help but cry when a familiar green light lit her way, but she did not stop. It was hours before she felt it safe to stop for a rest, and by that time, all the stress, exticement, and excessive activity brought on labor, several days early. And so, already rather exhausted, she brought about bringing her son into the world, with naught but the stars for company.
Midday the next day, she had staggered her way to her mother-in-law's home, covered in dirt and blood, and moments from collapsing. The last words she spoke were the name of her son, and a plea that her son be kept out of the war, because "it only brings tears and pain." She died from blood loss and exposure soon after.
It now fell to Orion's grandmother Temeras to raise him. She was rather old, but did a fine job of bringing Orion up, despite his tendencies to wander, bring 'pets' (lizards, snakes, and a mole, to name a few) home, and generally be an excitable little boy. One day, when he was about six, he came rushing in clutching a badly injured cat, and pleaded with his Grandmama to please make it better. It was at this point that he had his first real encounter with potion-making. Several salves and restoratives later, they finally had a proper pet. When he grew old enough, he attended school in Eastern Europe, as it seemed a rather safe distance from Voldemort's headquarters, if you will, in Britain. His Ukrainian was, and still is, terrible, but he managed well enough, and found in his studies a good outlet for a lot of excess energy and anxiety that built up being so far away from home. Vasyl Shevcenko was a teacher there who taught the students how to care for, and handle magical creatures. Orion was quite impressed by the man, and decided to become a teacher himself. Temeras nearly threw a fit when she heard about this idea of his, and convinced him to at least teach a relatively safer class, Potions. After graduation, he began learning all he would need in order to teach Potions, which took him all over Europe in the process.
On one such adventure, he came across a small apothecary. Excited over the thought of picking up some rare ingredient, he went inside, and found the shop owner struggling to dispatch a rather bizarre looking creature. It was roughly the size of a chicken, with bat wings and a serpentine tail. He was absolutely fixated by it, and eventually convinced the man to let him by the little thing, which had a bit of cloth secured around it's eyes at the time. It was quite an expensive purchase, but he had finally found himself a pet. He comissioned a special set of goggles to fit over it's eyes, then decided to visit home.
He'd been out of touch with the world for some time now, so it came as quite a shock to him when he learned that Temeras had passed away three months prior. He was shocked, but (eventually) moved on, and earned his qualifications.
When he heard the news that Hogwarts was re-opening, he jumped at the chance to finally get to teach.
Appearance:: Orion stands at a respectable 6' 2" tall, with a rather thin build, that gives the impression that if one blew on him hard enough, he'd topple over like a tree. Like many wizards, he keeps his chocolate brown hair long, but it is almost always tied back into a ponytail, to avoid falling into a potentially volatile brew; the few times it is left down are on days when he won't be dealing with a potion. His eyes are a mossy green and his complexion is fair. As his first major amount of outside (as in, other than his Grandmama) influence came when away at school, his sense of dress was influenced a fair by his teachers and classmantes. Even so, he generally dresses fairly simply, though a bit formally, to give the best impression.
Personality:: Orion is a bit of a mediator-type overall; he dislikes confontations, between anyone, and often goes out of his way to help resolve issues as quickly and pleasantly as possible. That said, he doesn't often get angry, and never to any severe degree. He doesn't defend himself when verbally attacked, so at times he comes across as having a rather bland personality. Who knows, maybe he's just getting old. In his capacity as a teacher, he isn't overly strict, but he is still rather firm. He just... won't be particularly angry-seeming one moment, and the next you'll be in detention or out of the class. Students who prove to be particularly observant, can generally discover a particular... treat, to ply Orion with to get help, like a nudge in the right direction for a project, though he's not so bribable that he'll fix grades.
Extras?:: As part of his training to become a teacher, Orion studied Occlumency, to help against potential Legillimens cheating. He has never played Quidditch, and has no interest to, though he does enjoy watching the occasional match. His wand is 11 1/2 inches long, made from quaking aspen, with a dragon heartstring core, and slightly flexible; excellent for subtle and precise movements. As mentioned before, he has a pet cockatrice, which usually can be found either with or near Orion. While teaching, the cockatrice, whom Orion named Vasyl after his favorite teacher, can either be found snoozing in Orion's chair in his office, or preening on a perch at his desk.
Roleplay Sample::
It was a beautiful day. While the air was a bit crisp, the sun shone down all the warmer and brighter for it, or so it seemed. The birds were singing, and the people were playing. For the most part.
The rays of the sun didn't penetrate this far, into the world of poor illumination, thick, musty air, and quietly groaning shelves. Whomever put forth the idea that libraries were quiet was quite obviously a fool. They practically spoke to you, if you chose to listen.
At the moment, unfortunately, Celerius could not stop and listen. The alchemical properties of black maple wouldn't find themselves, after all. He was seated in an oversized chair, which lent itself to his folded sitting position atop the upholstered seat.
To his left, stacked up from the floor, were several books. On top of this stack was the book "Practical Uses for Deciduous Vegetation" by Jared Knots. Folded open across his lap, was the book's counterpart "Impractical Uses for Deciduous Vegetation" by Stonk Deraj. To his right was a significantly smaller stack of books, the last two of which had slid to one side, paving the way for an arduous clean-up. And in the midst of it all, he sat, curled over his own lap to skim over lists, gratefully searching for his particular specimen of query through the index. Many of the older books lacked such a useful item. Occasionally, he would glance out from between the locks of his hair that had pulled free of their tie with his left eye, at once curious about what other people are doing, and grateful that they were far, far away from his person.
Name/Alias:: Kris
BiC::
Full Name:: Orion Lamiac
Age:: 22
Occupation:: Potions Professor
Affiliation:: Neutral
Blood:: Pure
History:: Orion Lamiak was born the night of November 6th in the middle of the woods. His father Salvius, you see, was opposed to Voldemort. Earlier the same day, their house had been attacked. He'd sent his greatly pregnant wife Vinnia out ahead of him, opting to linger behind to hinder or distract their pursuers to give her more time to make her escape. Apparating in her state could splinch the baby or herself, or both, she couldn't sit on or manage a broom, and floo was simply out of the question, for multiple reasons. Vinnia couldn't help but cry when a familiar green light lit her way, but she did not stop. It was hours before she felt it safe to stop for a rest, and by that time, all the stress, exticement, and excessive activity brought on labor, several days early. And so, already rather exhausted, she brought about bringing her son into the world, with naught but the stars for company.
Midday the next day, she had staggered her way to her mother-in-law's home, covered in dirt and blood, and moments from collapsing. The last words she spoke were the name of her son, and a plea that her son be kept out of the war, because "it only brings tears and pain." She died from blood loss and exposure soon after.
It now fell to Orion's grandmother Temeras to raise him. She was rather old, but did a fine job of bringing Orion up, despite his tendencies to wander, bring 'pets' (lizards, snakes, and a mole, to name a few) home, and generally be an excitable little boy. One day, when he was about six, he came rushing in clutching a badly injured cat, and pleaded with his Grandmama to please make it better. It was at this point that he had his first real encounter with potion-making. Several salves and restoratives later, they finally had a proper pet. When he grew old enough, he attended school in Eastern Europe, as it seemed a rather safe distance from Voldemort's headquarters, if you will, in Britain. His Ukrainian was, and still is, terrible, but he managed well enough, and found in his studies a good outlet for a lot of excess energy and anxiety that built up being so far away from home. Vasyl Shevcenko was a teacher there who taught the students how to care for, and handle magical creatures. Orion was quite impressed by the man, and decided to become a teacher himself. Temeras nearly threw a fit when she heard about this idea of his, and convinced him to at least teach a relatively safer class, Potions. After graduation, he began learning all he would need in order to teach Potions, which took him all over Europe in the process.
On one such adventure, he came across a small apothecary. Excited over the thought of picking up some rare ingredient, he went inside, and found the shop owner struggling to dispatch a rather bizarre looking creature. It was roughly the size of a chicken, with bat wings and a serpentine tail. He was absolutely fixated by it, and eventually convinced the man to let him by the little thing, which had a bit of cloth secured around it's eyes at the time. It was quite an expensive purchase, but he had finally found himself a pet. He comissioned a special set of goggles to fit over it's eyes, then decided to visit home.
He'd been out of touch with the world for some time now, so it came as quite a shock to him when he learned that Temeras had passed away three months prior. He was shocked, but (eventually) moved on, and earned his qualifications.
When he heard the news that Hogwarts was re-opening, he jumped at the chance to finally get to teach.
Appearance:: Orion stands at a respectable 6' 2" tall, with a rather thin build, that gives the impression that if one blew on him hard enough, he'd topple over like a tree. Like many wizards, he keeps his chocolate brown hair long, but it is almost always tied back into a ponytail, to avoid falling into a potentially volatile brew; the few times it is left down are on days when he won't be dealing with a potion. His eyes are a mossy green and his complexion is fair. As his first major amount of outside (as in, other than his Grandmama) influence came when away at school, his sense of dress was influenced a fair by his teachers and classmantes. Even so, he generally dresses fairly simply, though a bit formally, to give the best impression.
Personality:: Orion is a bit of a mediator-type overall; he dislikes confontations, between anyone, and often goes out of his way to help resolve issues as quickly and pleasantly as possible. That said, he doesn't often get angry, and never to any severe degree. He doesn't defend himself when verbally attacked, so at times he comes across as having a rather bland personality. Who knows, maybe he's just getting old. In his capacity as a teacher, he isn't overly strict, but he is still rather firm. He just... won't be particularly angry-seeming one moment, and the next you'll be in detention or out of the class. Students who prove to be particularly observant, can generally discover a particular... treat, to ply Orion with to get help, like a nudge in the right direction for a project, though he's not so bribable that he'll fix grades.
Extras?:: As part of his training to become a teacher, Orion studied Occlumency, to help against potential Legillimens cheating. He has never played Quidditch, and has no interest to, though he does enjoy watching the occasional match. His wand is 11 1/2 inches long, made from quaking aspen, with a dragon heartstring core, and slightly flexible; excellent for subtle and precise movements. As mentioned before, he has a pet cockatrice, which usually can be found either with or near Orion. While teaching, the cockatrice, whom Orion named Vasyl after his favorite teacher, can either be found snoozing in Orion's chair in his office, or preening on a perch at his desk.
Roleplay Sample::
It was a beautiful day. While the air was a bit crisp, the sun shone down all the warmer and brighter for it, or so it seemed. The birds were singing, and the people were playing. For the most part.
The rays of the sun didn't penetrate this far, into the world of poor illumination, thick, musty air, and quietly groaning shelves. Whomever put forth the idea that libraries were quiet was quite obviously a fool. They practically spoke to you, if you chose to listen.
At the moment, unfortunately, Celerius could not stop and listen. The alchemical properties of black maple wouldn't find themselves, after all. He was seated in an oversized chair, which lent itself to his folded sitting position atop the upholstered seat.
To his left, stacked up from the floor, were several books. On top of this stack was the book "Practical Uses for Deciduous Vegetation" by Jared Knots. Folded open across his lap, was the book's counterpart "Impractical Uses for Deciduous Vegetation" by Stonk Deraj. To his right was a significantly smaller stack of books, the last two of which had slid to one side, paving the way for an arduous clean-up. And in the midst of it all, he sat, curled over his own lap to skim over lists, gratefully searching for his particular specimen of query through the index. Many of the older books lacked such a useful item. Occasionally, he would glance out from between the locks of his hair that had pulled free of their tie with his left eye, at once curious about what other people are doing, and grateful that they were far, far away from his person.
