AZARAEL HEREDIA

[AZARAEL HEREDIA]

AZARAEL

what do i do what do i do with a boy like you

NAME | heredia, azarael cecil.
AGE | thirty-two.
GENDER | male.
BLOOD PURITY | pureblood.
SPECIES | human.

HOUSE | former ravenclaw.
OCCUPATION | professor for care of magical creatures.
MAGICAL ABILITY |
+ transfiguration.
+ herbology.
- divination.
- arithmancy.

FAMILIAR | northern saw-whet owl. commonly addressed as 'polly'. and no, polly does not want a cracker. she flies in and out of class as she pleases, though she does try to stay near by azarael at all times unless she takes it upon herself to go round up any missing students from his class. small as she may be, polly's learned to be quite the pest if she wants.
PATRONUS | crane.
BOGGART | small dogs. as pitiful as that is.

WAND |
wood - CHESTNUT - A wood varying in appearance depending on species. It usually pairs with those who are skilled at herbology, flying, and/or taming magical beasts, but will pair with someone obsessed with material wealth if it has a dragon heartstring core, or a seeker of justice with unicorn tail hair core.
core - UNICORN TAIL HAIR - One of the three most commonly used cores, associated with the pure of heart. Wands made from this core are the least likely to turn to the dark arts and are a little less powerful than a phoenix feather or dragon heartstring. However, they are steadfastly loyal to their wielder.
length - 9-12".
rigidity - SUPPLE - Average power, slightly augmented speed. Unlikely to break.

PERSONALITY |
+ intelligent.
+ courageous.
+ creative.
+ spontaneous.
+ idealistic.
+ selfless.
+ adventurous.

- impulsive.
- lapses between insanity and sanity.
- rebellious at heart.
- bad tempered.
- always in need of assurance.
- sensitive.
- accident prone.

ADDITIONAL INFO | Originally a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts, Azarael had always been intelligent. He pursued intelligence about the magical world even after he graduated. Though, he never learned that there is a boundary to how much the human mind can hold. Something in him snapped. He left his home in London and moved to live amongst the magical creatures. At the age of twenty-eight, he was offered a teaching position at the academy. He agreed, though only if he was allowed to bring his 'friends'. Because of this, he was granted the position of the professor of care for magical creatures. To this day, he still teaches at the prestigious school.

He has his good and bad days when it comes to his sanity. On his good days, he's highly intelligent and generally useful in terms of a teacher. However, on his bad days; he has the tendency to be horribly loopy and deranged. He sometimes forgets that his 'friends' are wild creatures and that they can cause him harm. Even with that said, he doesn't feel any pain even if he loses a finger. Or more.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE | Another day, another empty classroom.

He supposed it shouldn’t have been too surprising anymore, but even with that said. It was a little disappointing to see so many of his students drop the class and choose another. His pets weren’t all that dangerous! They hardly were aggressive. Well granted, they did eat his fingers a couple times. But they were just kidding and playing around with him! Although, they may also have fled because he was missing nearly all of his fingers. He didn’t lose his thumbs though! And those were the only fingers that he really needed, right? Yeah, of course! Polly was perched on his desk lamp, cooing to Azarael. Poor master. The professor groaned in disappointment, throwing his hands high up in the air before dropping his face onto the mahogany desk. No faiiiiiir!

All the other teachers got their students! It wasn’t fair that he didn’t get any! Just because the creatures liked taking a little nibble here and there didn’t mean that they were dangerous or anything. After all. It wasn’t like any of the students died or anything. They were all very good creatures! He groaned louder, rolling around on his desk. It was soooo depressing. Why wasn’t anyone showing up? Polly cooed again, though Azarael did not move.

She huffed. Oh no he didn’t. He did not just ignore her. She screeched, flapping her small wings and diving towards her master’s head. Polly pecked at him repeatedly, eliciting nothing but shouts from Azarael. He grasped her small body, holding her away from him. Though, the owl struggled against his hold and flapped her wings wildly. She tried to smack his hands away, small feathers falling onto his desk. “Polly, stop it!” He demanded. Unbeknownst to him, the door had opened and a head peeked inside. How strange the sight must have been. A full grown man fighting with an owl not even a quarter of his size. And like that the door shut tight again. And like that, his medium had gotten out of his hands and pecked wildly at his face. Azarael fell to the ground with a thud and the bird continued with the man struggling.

Another day, another empty classroom. Though, he still couldn’t imagine why. It wasn’t like his owl was the devil personified. And it wasn’t like he was a giant man child. And it wasn’t like his ‘friends’ could eat the students alive or anything. Pft, silly people.

FACE CLAIM | KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN, Primo Cavallone. (Azarael Heredia)

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