BLAINE CHANNING

[BLAINE CHANNING]

Blaine

it's your lowest, your worst, your finest hour.

NAME | blaine channing, blaine, whatever.
AGE | thirty-one
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

HISTORY | Twenty-seven years ago, age 4, Blaine Channing’s parents were feeling the full force of their sons tantrum-throwing age and limit-pushing to the absolute end of their wits. They would say no and he would do it anyway, presenting to giggle all along when his parents scolded him or tried to lecture the troublemaking kid. In addition he had a penchant for sneaking out using what magic was present in him to open the window, unknowing of it being magic or how he did it of course, and crawl out to play with his dog Lucas. This, naturally, did not bode well for anyone.

July the 13th, the full moon night, was one of these nights. Blaine had always been an energetic boy whose sheer amount of energy was too much for his parents to keep up with, so when bedtime finally rolled about he would never be tired enough to actually sleep. That was why, against his parents warning not to sneak out, especially not tonight, he slipped out of his bed and climbed up his toy-chest and out the window making beeline towards Lucas’ doghouse only to find his golden retriever unwilling to as much as acknowledge his presence. The dog knew what went on when the full moon rose, if not only by animal instinct that it was dangerous, but Blaine did not. After calling his dog a ‘cowath’ (coward) Blaine left to find better entertainment in the forest nearby his parents’ home.

He was far enough into the forest not to be able to spot even the roof of his house by the time the moon rose and an eerie choir of pained howling sung through the trees. It was a large forest but if there was more than one werewolf or only an echo was something no one ever found out. Blaine was like boys most and his curiosity won out for whatever survival instinct he had screaming for him to hide and cry for his mommy, that however did not last long; a hunched shadow appeared, lit up by a strange white light he would later recognise as that of the spell Lumos, and then the shadow collapsed to the form of a large dog. For a minute the creature just stood there whining, then it sniffed around and took to leaping towards where little Blaine had frozen in fear.

What happened next went as a blur for the 4 year old boy and all he could tell was that it felt like forever between when the wolf leaped at him before it’s teeth sunk into his shoulder, right arm and chest, enough time for him to pee in his pyjama pants, and then there was only pain before he fainted. It took four days before the poor boy woke up in his bed, bandaged up to the extreme and with a pain beyond imagination coursing through his body when he just breathed. There wolf, werewolf actually, had penetrated his right lung and broken some of his ribs along with bad flesh wounds, but for some reason he was still alive, in the later years he would almost wish he had died that night.

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.

FACE CLAIM | ONE PIECE, Trafalgar Law. (Blaine Channing)

this character was created by SANA

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