Post by BLAINE CHANNING on Oct 5, 2011 11:43:30 GMT -5
Blaine
it's your lowest, your worst, your finest hour.
NAME | blaine channing, blaine, whatever.
AGE | thirty-one years
GENDER | male
BLOOD PURITY | halfblood (formerly)
SPECIES | werewolf
HOUSE | gryffindor alumni
OCCUPATION | potion professor
CLASS LIST |
+ potions
+ astronomy
+ herbology
+ transfiguration
- divination
- ancient runes
- defence against dark arts
- care of magical creatures
FAMILIAR | none, animals don't seem to like him much.
PATRONUS | grey wolf.
BOGGART | a black shadow (himself) ripping apart students.
WAND |
wood - hazel
core - werewolf tail hair. from his own tail no less. this core is highly temperamental and works best for someone who is afflicted with lycanthropy, whereas it will backfire in the hands of other magical creatures.
length - 11"
rigidity - Supple
PERSONALITY |
+ attentive
+ brotherly
+ confident
+ controlled
+ fun
+ hard-working
+ intuitive
+ laid back
+ meticulous
+ observant
+ outgoing
+ reasonable
- aggressive
- blunt
- cocky
- flirty
- ill-mannered
- immature
- impersonal
- lackluster
- prankster
- perverted
- rude
- sarcastic
ADDITIONAL INFO | he was bitten and converted by a werewolf at age 4, since then, and perhaps due to that, he took up a great interest in potions, and later went on to become the new potion professor at Hogwarts.
Due to his affliction Blaine developed an intense need to be in control of himself. Be it by controlling his anger, cause let’s face it, he is a hot-head by nature, or by trying to restrain his need for meat during full moon. It’s kinda pathetic really, because he used to bottle his anger up so much he’d blow up and tear down small trees without the use of magic, but then he was advised to try to accept himself and his emotions, to try to understand them and control them without just locking them up, and for whatever reason this seemed to work; he became less tense and snappish, and happier too.
Blaine is everything but an uptight and overly serious potion master, in fact many views him as perhaps a bit too laid-back. It’s true, he is the type of person who snoozes in his classroom with his legs on the table while his students brew whatever they were suppose to brew, however this doesn’t mean he is inattentive or careless. If something went awry he is quick to get to his feet and scoot the students out before the dungeon blows up, or as seen more commonly; prevent the explosion altogether by neutralizing the potion. He has dedicated a whole lot of his life to potions and is confident that he could smell or spot a fatal mistake before it could hurt anyone. Yeah, so he says, but accidents have happened, there is always that one student who uncanny finds a way to blow up the simplest potion.
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE | Why did the dungeons have to be so bloody dark at all times? He had long since understood the use of potions being held at the lowest sections of the school, his first experience with a potion got awry taught him that this was a subject best kept within solid walls if one didn’t know what one was doing, but would it really hurt to invest in a few windows? A little source of light would surely cheer his students up as well, keep the gloom out of his class so to speak, and make the tower-dwelling Ravenclaws and Gryffindor feeling a little more at home within his domain.
Yes, the potions classroom was his domain. Not his room, not his classroom but his domain, his kingdom, the place where the absolute law of Blaine determined the fate of everyone. Alright, not that bad, but he liked to think of himself as the king with a call to guide these mislead sheep into enjoying the art of potion brewing and not blowing up his precious room in the process. And it was true, he decided what they were doing day to day, and a single potion gone awry could soon change the life of his poor students, it really depended on what they were brewing and just how awry it went. There was this one time a student had used a rat-tail instead of a worm… that poor student had yet to set a foot within the potion classroom again, in fact he had yet to re-grow the feet he lost in the explosion, and this was back in the days where Blaine had been a student himself.
Thump. His head fell against his desk within the dungeon classroom, forehead against the paper of the written tests he had given his 4th year students earlier that day. Against popular beliefs potions weren’t only about brewing, but about understanding what the different potions needed and how they worked. This was all well and good, but damn it was so boring grading papers. There were the good students, the outstanding students and the far more amusing trolls who couldn’t tell the difference between a sleeping draught and a cough potion even if it hit them in the nose. It was sad, but also incredibly amusing, though the idea of these individuals ever attempting to brew an anything was such a scary aspect he almost wished he could put down the ultimatum and refuse them from ever touching a cauldron.
He closed his eyes, rolling his head backwards until his chin rested against the paper. No, the papers weren’t going to grade themselves, so he better get going while the day were still middle-aged. A breath of air passed his lips before the lanky man rose up to sit properly on his chair again, dipping his quill in black ink before scribbling down on the paper in front of him. Wrong, correct, correct, not specific enough. Ohmerlin, he was already bored. Within 15 torturous minutes the papers had been graded and he was once again sprawled out on his desk snoozing, the quill with its ink-dipped end poking into his cheek leaving a nice black stain on his face.
This was how he remained until a sharp knock on the classroom door brought him back to consciousness. “Huh? Ohyeah, c’mon in”
FACE CLAIM | ONE PIECE, Trafalgar Law. (Blaine Channing)
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