Professor Alexavier Shardae

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Alexavier Henry Shardae

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29, DATDA Professor

Basics:

Full Name: Alexavier Henry Shardae
Nickname(s): Alex
DoB: July 23
Sexuality: Straight

The Wizarding World:

Blood Status: Half-blood
Affiliated With: Hogwarts
Wand: Blackthorn, feather of abraxan. 12 1/2
Patronus: Crocodile
Subject Teaching: Defense Against the Dark Arts/DATDA
House Head: Gryffindor Head
Pet: Peregrine Falcon, male, named Ender

Appearance:

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Hair: Dirty blonde hair, cut short, in a rather buzzed look. Although when it grows out, it seems to carry some brown tint too it.

Eyes: Light blue eyes

Face: A baby face, making him appear younger then he actually is. He has a ghost of a mustache usually around his chin, over his lips and up his cheeks a bit. Giving him that educated 'rough' look

Body, include weight and height: 6"3. 150-160 poundss. Rather tall, toned, and muscular in his arms.

Face Claim: Chris Pine

Other:
Tattoo: Small bird on his right shoulder blade. He has a skeleton on his right side, it’s rather large, it’s very detailed, holding a whisky bottle in one hand and the other hand has a grass whistle against his lips, with music notes floating out.
Scars: Some up raised scars on his arms, his back, his legs, and one on his chest, where he’d broken a rib rather violently from a fall, several over his left knee, where he’d shattered it during a Quidditch match when he’d been a kid in his 6th year. He’d have been fine, although he’d done it in the final match of his 7th year again. He has a slight limp, although you can’t tell unless it’s in the winter session, or the weather is rather ugly outside.
Piercings: none

Personality:

Alex isn’t one to get angered easily. He has always been very patient, and has a pretty long fuss. It happens, if he is running late, he might be a bit on the flustered side. He procrastinates some of the time; he has a habit of getting lost in his own thoughts when he is thinking. Sometimes you might have to get his attention to get him back on track. The easy way to keep him from getting mad are to not, be disrespectful to him or the other students, that will wind up with a trip to the headmistress’s office, or detention with Hagrid. He could get angry as something may have spiraled out his control. He doesn’t like when he loses control, it can be over a classroom or something as big as an accident he couldn’t prevent, or how he couldn’t protect someone important to him.

Alexavier has always been a rather sarcastic induvivual, some could even call him rude. Although as rude as he may be at times. He is very talented, and people over look his sarcasim. Usually you can tell when he is joking, so long as you have a sense of humor. He is a rather funny indivivual when given the chance to prove himself, and the opertunity to show you just what he is made of.

He is a very sensitive person, he may not show it, but he takes what people say, rather seriously. He takes more time to think on the negative that people have said about him, rather than the positive. He isn’t one to usually be hurt by what people say, although it depends, what is said. He has always been like this, ever since he was a small boy. He thinks it might be because his father wasn’t around, and when he was it was only to talk negatively about his accomplishments, about how he should of done better, gotten that higher grade. He is a pretty open person, if you ask about something, if it’s his personal life, he will tell you about it. He doesn’t see a need to hide it. His way of dealing with his drops in his moods, are not the best way, but he’s trying to get out of it. He is usually a pretty laid back, cheerful guy, but he has his bad days just like everyone else.

Likes:

- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Drawing
- Quidditch
- Music (flutes usually)
- Coffee
- Control
- Eclipses
- Mythical creatures
- Candy
- Flying
- Respectfulness
- Friends
- Being evasive
- Challenges
- Knowing things others don’t

Dislikes:

- Dueling
- Arguments
- The ocean
- Sharks
- Disrespectful people
- Seafood
- Certain music
- Grading papers
- The snow
- Thunder
- Being lied too
- Losing
- People getting hurt

Strenghts:

- Smart
- Charms
- Level headed
- Calm
- Forgiving
- Dueling

Fears:

- Snakes (big ones)
- Not being good enough
- Rejection
- Not knowing where he is aka lost
- The dark (if he is alone and doesn’t know where he is)
- Fears he may lose his temper

Flaws:

- He doesn’t sleep well, sometimes not at all.
- He sometimes thinks aloud
- His temper
- He has a limp, in his left leg.
- Needing a cane (sometimes)
- Doesn’t trust easily
- He is a little too tolerant with his students; sometimes letting them, get away with too much.

Goals/Ambitions:

- Have a family…at some point.
- To get his mother to stop trying to find him a ‘girlfriend’
- Work on his and his father’s relationship.
- Not being so focused on his work.
- Spending time with his family

Family:

First and Last Name, muggle or witch/wizard, occupation

Mother: Angel Shardae, muggle, Artist
Father: Erik Shardae, Wizard, Curse Breaker
Siblings: None
Others (list): Anyone with the last name of Shardae.

History and Details: 2 paragraphs minimum

Erik and Angel met one evening, when she’d been working in London, at a restaurant. Angel was young just nineteen years old. She’d been rather naïve, at that age. She’d been walking home from work. She worked rather late nights to help pay for her college education. Her long brown hair was loose, blowing around her face, and covering her eyes. It was a chilly night in October. She was busy reading on her walk home, back to her college campus. It wasn’t too terribly far away, she always walked home, but tonight she’d gotten off rather late, later than usual, usually she was off at about eleven or midnight. Tonight she’d gotten off at 1:32 in the morning. She tugged her jacket tighter around her slender frame, with one hand, as she continued to read her book with her other. She did this simply to pass the time. Give herself some sort of companionship on her way home.

Erik was thirty-two years old, still single and rather pleased with the way his life was turning out. He was a renowned wizard. He had become quite the Curse breaker, his family was very proud of him. He was doing very well for himself. The night of October 13th would wind up changing his life, in a way he was rather thankful for. He’d been walking down the streets of London; he was on his way to meet with some of his old buddies from Hogwarts. He paused in his strides, his blond hair blowing around him. His gaze had been on a book that looked relatively new, it was unusual for it to be in the middle of the sidewalk. “How odd” he murmured to himself. A muffled scuffling was what drew his attention to the alley. “Let me go, please if you want my money that’s fine, take it” came the words of a young woman. As he entered the alley way, he took notice that the woman looked more like she was seventeen years old, rather than her actual age. Her face was already bruising, with a large, black and blue mark on her cheek. Tears rolled down her face. The man in front of her, who was towering over her, was tall, rather freakishly so. “Sir, I believe you should let the lady be, don’t you?” he questioned his dark blue eyes filled with a cold rage. “This is none of your business” the large man snarled, his eyes flashing red, as his attention was turned from Angel, who coward against the ally wall, to rest on Erik. ‘So he isn’t human, why is this not surprising?’ he thought to himself. Erik walked swiftly towards the man, already drawing his wand from his sleeve, as he held it firmly in his hand.

He dispatched the man, having scared him off into leaving rather quickly, after he realized he was a wizard, a very strong one at that. Erik had approached her and without asking, took her chin gently in his fingers and examined her bruise. “Are you alright madam?” he questioned, his dark eyes looking into hers, her eyes were a brilliant blue, even as they were filled with tears that slipped down her cheeks. She didn’t know what to say to him, even as he walked her home. Erik couldn’t explain why he felt the strong need to protect her.

As the days went on they started dating, they got along quite well, despite their age difference. Erik was honest with her, and he told her about being a wizard. It was rather comical the way he’d managed to show her. He shrunk her TV and her coffee cup, which she had currently been drinking at the time. Her reaction had been priceless; her hands had shot to cover her mouth as she screamed. After she’d gotten control over herself, was her face red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry…b-but Erik y-you just shrunk my TV and my coffee!” she stammered, giving him a shaky smile. “Yes…well I can fix it Ang” he said confidently, as his eyes betrayed how truly nervous he had been, as he had waited for her reaction. Angel had taken the whole thing quite well. She was fascinated with the inner works of the Witch and Wizard worlds.

When they got married, it hadn’t gone so well. His family hadn’t fully accepted Angel, and her relatives, weren’t what they (meaning Erik’s family) had been expecting. They were all very cordial with each other, although, really everyone had been hesitant with each other. The one thing that they could agree on, was how happy Erik and Angel seemed to be with each other, and in the end that was all that mattered in the end. The shock to both families happened when Erik had announced that Angel was pregnant. She’d been twenty years old at the time. They had only been married a few months. The birth of Alexavier Henry Shardae, well, that little boy had managed to bring the families together. Alex was quite the spoiled little boy.

As Alex grew older, he was always accustomed to magic, well from his Father’s side anyway. His mothers, well they were nice and he would always have cookies when he was over there, and he would play with his cousins. Alexavier didn’t show any magical spurts until the age of 10, when he was almost 11 years old. He’d been on with his family having dinner, when all of a sudden, his silverware, as well as his parent’s silverware had began to float in the air. His parents had been surprised, yet they had handled it quite well. Erik had mentioned something like this might happen. Hogwarts was suggested, although if he didn’t get in, they had talked about some of the other schools, which may have been an option. His parents were relieved that he’d gotten into Hogwarts, as Erik had good things to say about it, as did his side of the family.

Alexavier couldn’t believe he’d gotten into Hogwarts. A letter had ‘magically’ floated down in the front yard, where he had been tossing a ball up in the air and catching it as it came back down. The letter landed in his baseball glove. His name was scrawled neatly across it. His father was once again absent, he was working, and he was always working. He frowned his boyish face scrunching up as he lifted the letter out of the glove, before dropping the glove to the ground. He ran into the house. “Mom, Mom look at this I got a letter!” he called into the house, his mother was cooking dinner. He was so excited he never got any mail. Although he was only 11 years old, he wouldn’t be getting mail, only from family, but it wasn’t Christmas or his birthday, or close to any holiday that he could have thought of. “Open it, Open it” he chanted a grin stretching across his face, he was so excited, and he was bouncing up and down in his excitement as he waited rather impatiently for his mother to open the letter. As soon as she opened it, she handed it to him, have to saw nothing but a blank piece of paper. As soon the paper touched his finger tips, did the words appear on the paper, for him to read, as they words bleed up from the parchment revealing black ink that had become legible. He read the words a loud. “Dear Alexavier Shardae, you have been accepted to Hogwarts school for Witches and Wizards” he gave his mother a questioning glance. “So I can go right?” he questioned. Michelle smiled easily at her son. “Of course Alex, you’re just like your father, you have his gift” she said excitedly.

He’d been rather reluctant to go, as his mother would all by herself a lot as his dad was never home much. He wrote all the time to his mom. As the years flew by, his father would write to him too, although most of the time it was on how he should improve, how he couldn’t believe he’d been put in the Gryffindor house. It went on to say that in all of the letters he ever received from his father said he should be better, get better grades, not get into accidents and how he should have been put in the Slytherin house hold. To this day, Alex has kept all of his father’s letters, as little reminders that he wants to never be like his father. Yes his father is a great Wizard, but his attitude, his actions were never that of a ‘loving’ father, he always wanted him to do better, and it was like nothing he ever did was good enough for him. It was like his father was disgusted with the fact that he had been put into Gryffindor, when everyone else on his fathers’ side had been put in Slytherin.

Alex adapted quite well to the life at Hogwarts, he’d made lots of friends, he was pretty well liked, he always had this easy going personality, yet it was his cheerfulness that brought people to him. He was always nice, he’d always been very smart and his intelligence only grew as he got older. He tried out of the Quidditch team, in his 5th year. He made the seeker position; he turned out to be quite good at it. His first accidental fall, had been when he’d gotten knocked off his broom by a bludger. He’d been unable to play for the rest of the game. His knee was good as new after the next two days. He continued to play Quidditch for the next two years. His final year, his seventh year, in the final match of the session, he’d taken a nasty hit from a bludger, one had hit him, and then another, he’d just happened to shatter his left knee of the second time, the healer was able to fix the damage, but his knee wouldn’t be the same. He’d been forced to give up the game of Quidditch, although it didn’t matter anyway, it had been the last game of the session and his team had lost. Graduation had flown by; he’d been so distracted with his own emotional roller coaster, with the injury, that he had forgotten he was graduating. Alexavier had even managed to be late to his own graduation.

After graduating from Hogwarts, Alex did several jobs, in the magic world. He tried being a metal-charmer, although he found that far too easy. Since then he’s bounced around, going from job to job. He tried being an auror, but he found he couldn’t do it; he wasn’t a very good tracker. He was currently working at the ministry, just some small time work, nothing at all too exciting, when he’d gotten a letter about offering him the position of the Charms teacher at Hogwarts. As he was being interviewed by Ms. McGonagall, he hadn’t been sure how to handle it, she after all had been his teacher, and a lot of the teachers that he’d had when he’d gone here were still teachers here. He had been rather nervous, during their interview, to see if he got the job.

He wasn’t sure how to take the fact, that well some of the teachers wanted some of the things that were happening at the school, to come out for the safety of the students. Although he could also see the reasons not to say anything at all, for the school would be closed. He was a little unsure as to what to do. Yes the parents had a right to know, as the accidents were getting worse, some even more violent than before, if it kept escalating, someone could become seriously injured or perhaps die.

The second week he’d been at Hogwarts, he heard a rather surprising rumor, apparently several students had disappeared and the culprit was some little demon child. To say the least he’d been rather worried. Did this happen all the time? This might have had something to do with the earlier things that have been going on. He couldn’t get any of the other Professors to tell him, but he got the gist that this might not be the first time this has happened. He’d have to ask his students tomorrow during class. He was hoping at least that they wouldn’t lie to him and be evasive about everything that seemed to be happening that was rather odd. These accidents didn’t happen when he was in school here. The other students were surprised to see him, when he’d opened his door, as several of the students milled around the halls, going to their houses; it’d been ordered that all the students were to report back to their houses common rooms. The students were happy to enlighten him on the situation at hand; after they found out he’d be the new Charms Professor. He’d found out the students name, it seemed Renna Cross and Scorpius Malfoy had been the ones to just ‘disappear’ into thin air. He was able to learn more at the emergency meeting that had been held. He was quite disturbed to find out or it was hinted at this, might not be the first time this had happened.

Other:

He's the DATDA's Professor, and the head of the Gryffindor house.

Role-playing Sample:

Alexavier couldn’t sleep that night, not after finding out the students had disappeared that night. The students had reappeared at the front gate, which was a pleasant surprise; to be honest he had suspected the worst. It had made him nervous; he had been suspecting something to happen again that night. In his line of work, nothing was ever a coincidence, those never happened. He would have been happy to help, and he had gone to the emergency meeting that Ms. McGonagall. He frowned gazing at the clock above his bed. He went about getting dressed, he went for a more casual look this morning. He didn’t want to appear intimidating or anything, after all he was hoping he’d be able to get some answers, about the ‘strange accidents’ that seemed to be happening lately. He got dressed in jeans and a nice dark blue sweater. He grabbed his wand and stuffed it in his back pocket. He grabbed some papers and headed to his class room. To say the least he’d been a bit lost, it seems the charms class room, had changed since the last time he’d been here. It had been close to 11 years since he’d been here last.

He let the stacks of paper hit the desk as he gazed at the room, looking around to see how much it had changed; he turned his attention to the bell, that had just rung, signifying the start of classes, and the last warning that getting to class was now a priority. He watched as the students filled into his classroom. Wow it felt weird to think of this room as his. He waited until everyone was in their seats before he spoke. “Good morning class. Since I don’t know any of you, when I call your name please stand up” he said. He’d received more than one curious look, from the students. It seemed what he was asking wasn’t the norm, usually for new teachers. Well they had better get used to it, as he wasn’t normal. He started to name off the role. As he called their names the students stood up. He tried to remember their names, with their faces. He was hoping he’d remember everyone within the first week.

“My name is Alexavier Shardae. I will be taking over as the Charms Professor” he told them. His light blue eyes watching them for any reaction, they may have about this news. Their reactions varied, some were surprised, others curious, as to why they had such a young professor. “Can any of you tell me what’s been gone on?” he asked figuring he’d just shot straight with them all. He was assuming he’d get more answers if he tried to get them to explain what was going on. To say the least he hadn’t been expecting the answers he got in return. It seemed there had been quite a few ‘accidents’ this year. He was surprised to find out about all of them. It seemed quite a few students had been injured and that was why Mr. Flitwick had already planned to retire anyway, but that ‘accident’ had just been icing on the cake for his leave. Some of the answers were rather outlandish, and he knew those weren’t really what had happened. He’d found out most of his information from the emergency meeting that had been called that day, Miss Cross, and Mister Malfoy had disappeared. He knew about a lot of the things that the students didn’t know. Alex had learned some things that the teachers had not known or had not thought to think about.

You:

Name: A.j
Age: 19
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