08-01-2012, 10:20 AM
In Character
Full Name: Meserimus Sebastian Valenduris
Nicknames: None
Birthdate: 1st July 1746
Current Age: 136
Occupation: Alchemy Professor
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor
Wand: 6 feet, Avodire, ashwinder Ash, unyeilding, staff like.
Blood Status:Pure
Social Class: Upper
Family: WIFE (3rd Wife) ______ Valenduris // 25
SON ____ Valenduris // 54 // from 1st Marraige
SON ____ Valenduris // 46 // from 1st Marraige
DAUGHTER ____ Valenduris // 37 // from 1st Marraige
DAUGHTER ____ Valenduris // 27 // from 2nd Marraige
SON ____ Valenduris // 24 // from 2nd Marraige
DAUGHTER ____ Valenduris // 21 // from 2nd Marraige
DAUGHTER ____ Valenduris // 19 // from 2nd Marraige
SON ____ Valenduris // 8 // from 3rd Marraige
DAUGHTER ____ Valenduris // 6 // from 3rd Marraige
DAUGHTER ____ Valenduris // 3 // from 3rd Marraige
Appearance:HEIGHT:6,4.
WEIGHT:148
HAIR(COLOR/STYLE): Long pale white, sweeps past his midrift. He has formidable facial hair of which he is incredibly proud but he does not plait or style it really. Infact he really won't let anyone come anywhere near him with a severing charm.
EYES: sky blue, with flecks of white.
BUILD: skeletally thing, almost like someone with marfans, very long fings and very long thin limbs.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: He has a lot of scars and marks on his arms from dealing with Magical Creatures and from clambering into dark places to get ingredients for his work, when he was a much younger man than he was now.
History: Meserimus Valenduris was born into a very different time to the one in which he now lives. It was a time of submissive women and post Stuart meritocracy. Born in 1747 to a pureblood family Meserimus Valenduris had a typical wizarding childhood, his family had homes in the US, with a plantation, and the UK. He was a bright and talented boy with interests in the muggle world as well as in the magical one, a few of the children he played with in his youth were muggles that lived close to his family home. Although his family were removed enough not to have been affected by the outbreaks of disease and war that affected the Muggle world.
At 11 Meserimus was shipped off to Hogwarts like the rest of his family had been for generations. He felt at home there, comfortable and confident among other children like himself he had no trouble fitting in. He was an avid and exceptional student who took his studies very seriously û eventually becoming a prefect in his 5th year. He was a headboy in his final year. Meserimus graduated at the top of his class with 4 NEWTS all in O, keen to dedicate his life to potions and alchemic work.
After school he went to work for the division of experimental offensive charms as a developer where he worked until the outbreak of the American War of Independence. While the wizarding world was not really involved in the muggle conflict he did risk the ire of the Ministry on more than one occasion when he magically interfered with the lives of the muggles living around his old family home by always seeming to have a few little things that they needed like foods or extra fuel to share with his neighbors û all magically procured.
It was during the war that he met his first wife Avella, well he didn't exactly meet her, it was a marriage that his parents had arranged for him. It wasn't love at first sight but the two were well matched and they were good for each other in terms of companionship. They grew to love each a great deal, marriage suited Meserimus, so when she died giving birth to their third child. He declared a need to marry again rather soon after. It was something of a shock to his family.
He married again in less than 6 months to a lovely young woman by the name of Ella. After the crumbling of the Empire, having sold the family lands, he dedicated himself to his career based in England and made a great success of himself there, rising through the ranks of the ministry until he led in his field in offensive charm work. Together he and Ella had 4 children. Ella however, was an unconventional woman and Meserimus an unconventional husband. Ella wanted a job outside the home and Meserimus, wanting nothing more than his wifes happiness allowed it. She applied and was given a job as a curse breaker with a private firm because she had been rather talented with charms. She had been examining an artefact one day when the power contained within took hold of her. It slowly over a period of 4 years drove her mad and caused her mind to turn. Until one night, when he came to meet her after work she attacked him in a paranoid rage and tried to kill him. He tried to subdue her but failed, the aurors who had turned up to pursue his wife got the worst of her jinxs and she was killed by them as they tried to arrest her.
Meserimus was heartbroken, he felt he was an old man now and declared his intention to retire from the ministry when he was offered a job in Durmstrang teaching Alchemy. He was invited to tender his application for the headmasters position and was duely award it. It seemed perfect at the time as it was a way for him to be around his children who could be enrolled in school there. He had not counted upon one thing ûmeeting the lovely young woman who would be third wife.
It was something of a scandal, she had been a final year student when he had started teaching there and her kind eyes and fine manners had enchanted him despite the age different, she was intelligent and reminded him so much of Avella, except this time all of the mistakes of the relationship were put right. He never noticed their age difference when he was with her, or when they played chess. After she left school he met with her a few times, and perhaps a little rashly asked her to marry him, making her his third wife.
There was nothing illegal in what had occurred between them, but still he felt it best if he left Durmstrang and returned to England, seeking a position at Hogwarts instead. His children from his earlier marriages had completed their schooling and it would be another few years before his next youngest children would be able to attend school. He is very much looking forward to the new school year and his new job.
Personality: [Optional.]
Sample Roleplay Post:Georgi liked being 5th year, it made him feel older, he liked the distinction it gave him as separate from younger students. He wasn't like some of his other friends, he wasn't a great flyer, he wasn't great with the girls, but at least he was academicû he wasn't cool but at least he could retreat into the comfort and relative safety of his books. He stifled a yawn as he shifted his texts from one arm to the other, he was still tired, it was a trial to get out of bed this morning and he had needed to take pepper up potion before he had gone down to breakfast. He was lucky that the peppery taste of the potion appealed to him or his education would have suffered as his post transformative exhaustion would have gotten the better of him.
His footfalls echoed loudly on the corridor as he made his way from the charms corridor down in the direction of the transfiguration classrooms, down one flight of stairs to the potions classroom in the dungeons. It was dark down here and a little eerie in this part of the school even though it was the mid morning. He knew there was nothing in the school that would hurt him or anyone else for that matter and as such he wasn't exactly nervous but there was still the trepidation that something, including one of the schools many ghosts would explode out of one of the empty classrooms and scare the living daylights out of him.
The last of the students rushing for their classes. Georgi was running a little behind, he was not late, not yet but it was always the way the week after his transformation. He was tired, sluggish and found it hard to get back into the swing of things. There was a noise from the next classroom along, a general hubub of chattering students and Georgi took a breath before pushing open the heavy wooden door and stepping inside the relative cheer of the potions classroom. All of the dungeon rooms were darker and more forboding than the classrooms in the upper parts of the school but the dungeon classrooms were comfortable when compared with the corridors and access rooms which really did still look like dungeons.
He glanced to his station and offered a sheepish smile to his lab partner, a girl from his own house, who he worked rather well with. He smiled apologetically as he slid into his seat depositing his books on the table and trying to gather himself. ''dat was a close zon.' he siad in his thick Bulgarian accent, years of studying here had done little to thin his brogue. 'I can assume I missed much last week?' he pressed in a hurried whisper, his whispers cut off by the assignment of their work for the class.
'Ah!' he said opening his book. 'it would seem that much of this was covered in my absence. I have read the sections but I admit I lack the practicals. I may need to follow your lead a little on this.' he said apologetically, looking sheepish once more. He hated how much school he missed, in some classes it was fine, he could learn it from a book but there were other classes, like potions where practical observation and class time were so much more important and he worried that his work suffered.
Nicknames: None
Birthdate: 1st July 1746
Current Age: 136
Occupation: Alchemy Professor
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor
Wand: 6 feet, Avodire, ashwinder Ash, unyeilding, staff like.
Blood Status:Pure
Social Class: Upper
Family: WIFE (3rd Wife) ______ Valenduris // 25
SON ____ Valenduris // 54 // from 1st Marraige
SON ____ Valenduris // 46 // from 1st Marraige
DAUGHTER ____ Valenduris // 37 // from 1st Marraige
DAUGHTER ____ Valenduris // 27 // from 2nd Marraige
SON ____ Valenduris // 24 // from 2nd Marraige
DAUGHTER ____ Valenduris // 21 // from 2nd Marraige
DAUGHTER ____ Valenduris // 19 // from 2nd Marraige
SON ____ Valenduris // 8 // from 3rd Marraige
DAUGHTER ____ Valenduris // 6 // from 3rd Marraige
DAUGHTER ____ Valenduris // 3 // from 3rd Marraige
Appearance:HEIGHT:6,4.
WEIGHT:148
HAIR(COLOR/STYLE): Long pale white, sweeps past his midrift. He has formidable facial hair of which he is incredibly proud but he does not plait or style it really. Infact he really won't let anyone come anywhere near him with a severing charm.
EYES: sky blue, with flecks of white.
BUILD: skeletally thing, almost like someone with marfans, very long fings and very long thin limbs.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: He has a lot of scars and marks on his arms from dealing with Magical Creatures and from clambering into dark places to get ingredients for his work, when he was a much younger man than he was now.
History: Meserimus Valenduris was born into a very different time to the one in which he now lives. It was a time of submissive women and post Stuart meritocracy. Born in 1747 to a pureblood family Meserimus Valenduris had a typical wizarding childhood, his family had homes in the US, with a plantation, and the UK. He was a bright and talented boy with interests in the muggle world as well as in the magical one, a few of the children he played with in his youth were muggles that lived close to his family home. Although his family were removed enough not to have been affected by the outbreaks of disease and war that affected the Muggle world.
At 11 Meserimus was shipped off to Hogwarts like the rest of his family had been for generations. He felt at home there, comfortable and confident among other children like himself he had no trouble fitting in. He was an avid and exceptional student who took his studies very seriously û eventually becoming a prefect in his 5th year. He was a headboy in his final year. Meserimus graduated at the top of his class with 4 NEWTS all in O, keen to dedicate his life to potions and alchemic work.
After school he went to work for the division of experimental offensive charms as a developer where he worked until the outbreak of the American War of Independence. While the wizarding world was not really involved in the muggle conflict he did risk the ire of the Ministry on more than one occasion when he magically interfered with the lives of the muggles living around his old family home by always seeming to have a few little things that they needed like foods or extra fuel to share with his neighbors û all magically procured.
It was during the war that he met his first wife Avella, well he didn't exactly meet her, it was a marriage that his parents had arranged for him. It wasn't love at first sight but the two were well matched and they were good for each other in terms of companionship. They grew to love each a great deal, marriage suited Meserimus, so when she died giving birth to their third child. He declared a need to marry again rather soon after. It was something of a shock to his family.
He married again in less than 6 months to a lovely young woman by the name of Ella. After the crumbling of the Empire, having sold the family lands, he dedicated himself to his career based in England and made a great success of himself there, rising through the ranks of the ministry until he led in his field in offensive charm work. Together he and Ella had 4 children. Ella however, was an unconventional woman and Meserimus an unconventional husband. Ella wanted a job outside the home and Meserimus, wanting nothing more than his wifes happiness allowed it. She applied and was given a job as a curse breaker with a private firm because she had been rather talented with charms. She had been examining an artefact one day when the power contained within took hold of her. It slowly over a period of 4 years drove her mad and caused her mind to turn. Until one night, when he came to meet her after work she attacked him in a paranoid rage and tried to kill him. He tried to subdue her but failed, the aurors who had turned up to pursue his wife got the worst of her jinxs and she was killed by them as they tried to arrest her.
Meserimus was heartbroken, he felt he was an old man now and declared his intention to retire from the ministry when he was offered a job in Durmstrang teaching Alchemy. He was invited to tender his application for the headmasters position and was duely award it. It seemed perfect at the time as it was a way for him to be around his children who could be enrolled in school there. He had not counted upon one thing ûmeeting the lovely young woman who would be third wife.
It was something of a scandal, she had been a final year student when he had started teaching there and her kind eyes and fine manners had enchanted him despite the age different, she was intelligent and reminded him so much of Avella, except this time all of the mistakes of the relationship were put right. He never noticed their age difference when he was with her, or when they played chess. After she left school he met with her a few times, and perhaps a little rashly asked her to marry him, making her his third wife.
There was nothing illegal in what had occurred between them, but still he felt it best if he left Durmstrang and returned to England, seeking a position at Hogwarts instead. His children from his earlier marriages had completed their schooling and it would be another few years before his next youngest children would be able to attend school. He is very much looking forward to the new school year and his new job.
Personality: [Optional.]
Sample Roleplay Post:Georgi liked being 5th year, it made him feel older, he liked the distinction it gave him as separate from younger students. He wasn't like some of his other friends, he wasn't a great flyer, he wasn't great with the girls, but at least he was academicû he wasn't cool but at least he could retreat into the comfort and relative safety of his books. He stifled a yawn as he shifted his texts from one arm to the other, he was still tired, it was a trial to get out of bed this morning and he had needed to take pepper up potion before he had gone down to breakfast. He was lucky that the peppery taste of the potion appealed to him or his education would have suffered as his post transformative exhaustion would have gotten the better of him.
His footfalls echoed loudly on the corridor as he made his way from the charms corridor down in the direction of the transfiguration classrooms, down one flight of stairs to the potions classroom in the dungeons. It was dark down here and a little eerie in this part of the school even though it was the mid morning. He knew there was nothing in the school that would hurt him or anyone else for that matter and as such he wasn't exactly nervous but there was still the trepidation that something, including one of the schools many ghosts would explode out of one of the empty classrooms and scare the living daylights out of him.
The last of the students rushing for their classes. Georgi was running a little behind, he was not late, not yet but it was always the way the week after his transformation. He was tired, sluggish and found it hard to get back into the swing of things. There was a noise from the next classroom along, a general hubub of chattering students and Georgi took a breath before pushing open the heavy wooden door and stepping inside the relative cheer of the potions classroom. All of the dungeon rooms were darker and more forboding than the classrooms in the upper parts of the school but the dungeon classrooms were comfortable when compared with the corridors and access rooms which really did still look like dungeons.
He glanced to his station and offered a sheepish smile to his lab partner, a girl from his own house, who he worked rather well with. He smiled apologetically as he slid into his seat depositing his books on the table and trying to gather himself. ''dat was a close zon.' he siad in his thick Bulgarian accent, years of studying here had done little to thin his brogue. 'I can assume I missed much last week?' he pressed in a hurried whisper, his whispers cut off by the assignment of their work for the class.
'Ah!' he said opening his book. 'it would seem that much of this was covered in my absence. I have read the sections but I admit I lack the practicals. I may need to follow your lead a little on this.' he said apologetically, looking sheepish once more. He hated how much school he missed, in some classes it was fine, he could learn it from a book but there were other classes, like potions where practical observation and class time were so much more important and he worried that his work suffered.
Out of Character
Name: [Dante]
Age: [25]
Contact: [aim: dantesinfernals]
Other Characters: [dodger, lissy, eustace, helena, georgi, reiko]
How did you hear about us?: [where or who?]
Age: [25]
Contact: [aim: dantesinfernals]
Other Characters: [dodger, lissy, eustace, helena, georgi, reiko]
How did you hear about us?: [where or who?]
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