Professor Harwin Vesper

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ABOUT THE CHARACTER
Name: Harwin Irving Vesper
Age: 24
Gender: male
Class: Charms
Celebrity: James Roday

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: Harwin has a long face, with a slender nose and shapely lips. His hazel-green eyes are almost always full of a bright, playfulness. He keeps his hair clipped at about an inch long. It fluffs out, usually giving him a puppyish appearance when taken in with his large eyes. However, when it decides not to behave, it gives him some of the worst of bad hair days imaginable.

Physique: Harwin lead a very athletic life. When he was a child, his mother encouraged him to play soccer, and once he was accepted to Hogwarts, he was captivated by quidditch, which he decided was based on the same principles as soccer. Though his first attempts at flying a broom proved a bit disastrous, he practiced and tried out for the quidditch team and earned a chaser position. Due to this, he has always had a sleek, toned frame.

Personality:
Harwin strived to be the very best when he was a child. However, things came easily to him, thanks to his keen mind and some magical influence, and he learned he needn’t try with so much zeal. A bit of arrogance was seeded into him, and he was conditioned to think that he could get by without much effort. As he got older, not everything would fall right into his hands and he learned with time that he had to put in more than half an attempt to get through.

His arrogance, though, was never fully dissipated. Courage and arrogance were wrapped up into one. In his teenaged years, it would sometimes block out his better judgment, but he took more than his share of bets and dares. He has since learned to use more common sense, but retains as much energy as he had when he agreed to lasso a chimera.

Interestingly enough, though, he never had a problem with admitting he made a mistake. If someone pointed out an error to him, he would not waste time trying to argue his point, but merely work to fix it. However, mistakes were on an entirely different plain from beliefs. He had no patience for close-minded interests of wizarding-blood elitists.

He is quite easygoing, and runs with the blows with ease. It takes a quite a lot to make Harwin lose his cool. He laughs at insults and appeases annoyed allies. Often, people have come to him requesting a peace-keeper during a feud. Because so much as an irritated word hardly ever pass from his lips, if he ever does lose his temper, it’s quite frightening.

Harwin loves to flirt. Pretty women are his ultimate weakness after jet-puffed marshmallow paste. He’s showy, and loves to make them smile. It comes naturally to him to talk to women with both respect and charm. He’s the type to see a pretty girl across the room and waste no time sweeping over to her and striking up a conversation.

Likes:
- Sweets!
- Marshmallow Paste
- Seeing people laugh
- Performing
- Creating new spells
- Boysenberry Jam on toast
- Quidditch
- Thestrals
- Pretty Women
- Earl Grey Tea
- Full Moons
- Centaurs (especially the women)
- The Beach
- The Giant Squid (that lives in the Lake by Hogwarts)

Dislikes:
- Boredum
- Paperwork
- Airplanes
- Ticks
- People who insult his friends
- Instruction manuals
- Ugly merepeople
- Bitter coffee
- Chained animals (poor animals!)
- Hamsters
- Lamps that are too bright
- Being sick

History:
Harwin was the eldest child of Thomas and Juli Vesper. His father was from a long line of pure-blood wizards and his mother was a muggle-born witch. He had two siblings: a brother a year younger and a sister two years younger. The trio got along splendidly, and sometimes drove their mother up the wall with their mischief. Though Harwin was the oldest, the ringleader of the group was usually his brother. Harwin had trouble seeing missions through to the end. He’d often get distracted by some other goal, while his brother could stay focused and keep the other two motivated till completion.

His family resided in Virginia, in the United States, right near the coast, until Harwin turned nine. Then, one of Juli’s relatives in England fell ill, and the family moved to help take care of their muggle relative. Though he never complained, Harwin was miserable at first. He sorely missed the beach being in walking distance, and found the weather depressingly chilly and muggy. His immune system never fully adapted to the cold, and as a result, though he doesn’t fall ill any more often than anyone else, when he does fall ill, it’s to a much higher degree.

However, he warmed up to the place when he was accepted to Hogwarts. Learning magic drove away his irritation at the temperature change. The beach he missed from Virginia was replaced by the lake. He’d often be found swimming in the cool water. Though the first time he saw a huge tentacle in the water he was frightened to the point of sprinting up a tree near the lakeside, he quickly learned that the squid was benevolent.

Learning new spells—especially in Charms—captivated him like nothing else before had. He tossed away his arrogant slacking and put his all into learning as many as fast as he could, even the optional ones in the back of the textbooks. He’d go to the library to copy down some other spells to try to master. To his joy, he found that when he learned one spell such as the summoning charm, another spell related to, like the banishing charm, it was much easier to pick up. He began to put together groups of spells that would be expedient to learn together, and helped his fellow students grasp some of the more difficult ones.

Once he graduated, he took a job at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Experimental Spells. His favorite class in school had been Charms, and he had already created a few new ones of his own. He enjoyed his job greatly, but missed the campus of Hogwarts that he had come to love so dearly. Eventually, he decided he had nothing to lose applying for a teaching position at the school. Teaching students about the little, quirky spells he enjoyed would be absolutely perfect!

Resume:
Harwin’s best subject in school was Charms, and he received top marks in his O. W. L.s and N. E. W. T.s. When at school, he did a fair bit of tutoring, and so has a bit of experience in teaching. Despite his young age, his job at the Ministry of Magic provided him with a lot of experience with both new and old spells. He was a dedicated worker, and put his all into creating and casting new spells. The only time he had ever been late to his job was when he had gone to St. Mungo’s for a checkup after a worsening headache and cough and the doctor had strapped him to his bed, telling him he was too sick to think about going to work. He’s easygoing and patient (when it comes to people), making him an ideal candidate for teaching.

ABOUT YOU
Name: Chris (I also play Sirius on this site ^_^)
Years of Experience: four and a half years
Sample Post:
Candles burned, casting flickering shadows around a deserted classroom. Upon one of the desks was a Gryffindor student uniform. A tall figure tossed a long black cape over his shoulders, and the swish of wind caused by his sudden action made the small candle flames flicker. The boy turned and gazed in a mirror as he fixed the ruby clasp of his cape, and out back stared a noble from the 1700s, the upper part of his face hidden behind a black mask with detailed gold lines skirting across it. A loose-sleeved shirt with almost frilled, wide cuffs was layered underneath an elegant black vest with gold buttons that looked bronzed in the dim light, and trimming to match the lines on the mask. His belt was hanging asymmetrically at his hips, and on it hung a slender rapier in a decorative sheath of ebony. Simple pants were tucked into comfortable leather boots dyed as dark as the rest of his outfit. Lovely locks of silky hair had been magically enchanted to grow several inches longer, and the tips just brushed the top of his shoulders.

He grinned widely and brought his wand up to add the final touches. With a small tap to each of his canines, they lengthened to twice their normal length. Cautiously, he ran his tongue across them, and then smiled silkily. A smirk perfectly fit for the graceful vampire he had become.

Sirius gave a telltale flip of his black hair, as he finally turned away from the mirror and started towards the door. He felt more than heard the padded footsteps of his cat at his side, and stopped with the door half-open. “Bastet you’ve got to go back to the common room.” A loud, irritated meow responded to the statement. “They’ll realize who I am in half an instant if you’re tagging around my feet. It’s a masquerade! I need to hide my identity. In addition to that, I’ll be dancing, and you’ll be squashed.” The cat grudgingly glared up at him with eyes the same shade as his shining buttons in the candle’s flickering light. “I promise to bring you back some fish, love.” He knelt down and stroked the feline’s soft cheek. Bastet dug her head against his hand lovingly and a purr erupted from her small chest.

For several minutes, he continued petting and rubbing the small animal with his long-fingered hands, dexterous from years of playing the piano. It was hard to tell who was indulging more in the small exchange. The cat’s purring amplified and an uncharacteristically delicate smile played across the vampire’s lips.

Eventually, Sirius stood, looking almost pained as his hands lifted away from the feline’s velvety fur. However, the expression vanished as the cat gave one last affectionate rub to his leg, then loped out of the classroom and melted into the gloom of the unlit hallway.

After a moment of gazing into the darkness, the sounds of the ball reached his ears. “… darn! I’m late!” He tried to shut out an instant mental image of a certain sandy-haired werewolf saying, “… as usual.” Sirius flew up a staircase to the entrance hall three steps at a time, his cape flowing out behind him, revealing the dark reddish inside. Once in the Entrance Hall, he slowed to a graceful strolling gait as he stepped towards the Great Hall, in which the ball was supposed to take place.

He walked into the hall with an air of smooth arrogance that he could only partially attribute to staying in-character with his costume. From behind the black-and-gold mask, he let his silvery eyes scan the crowds of people. Immediately, his gaze was drawn to the dance floor. The lovely way the elaborate dresses of the females swirled out with each step; the commanding grace the males had as they lead their partners. He wanted to jump right in and steal away a partner to spin and twirl with, and had to exert a good amount of self-control to stop himself. In time, in time.

The vampire instead turned his attention to the details of other costumes as he paced along the outside of the dance floor towards a crowd of chatting females. He had to admit, he preferred the male costumes over those worn by the girls. It seemed boys had put less restraint into selecting clothing, and as a result there was much more variance. The girls had a pattern: all of them were wearing long, shiny dresses. Certainly the patterns and frills changed with each dress, but the fact remained that they were still all long dresses. Then again… around some of the outfits there was an alluring androgyny. Was that a girl underneath that long Shakespearean shirt and creamy tights?
As this thought crossed his mind, he looked down at his own attire, and noted how the vest accentuated his slender waist and the loose pants gave his hips a curve that his school uniform never had. He reached up to toy with a lock of his lengthened black hair, and wondered if that androgynous touch resided around his costume as well.

Sirius shrugged off the thought as he reached the group of girls and bowed elegantly to them. He took the hand of the owner of his favorite female costume so far. She wore delicate white wings and a lovely cream and gold dress that looked rather medieval, and was the most creative dress he had seen in his inspection of the room. The vampire and kissed the back of her hand softly, “Greetings, Mademoiselle Angel. Would you consent to a dance with the damned?”

Other: Mimbulus Mimbletonia

[severussnape]

Aww, nice one Chris.

Accepted.

[Devona Edgecombe]

OOH OHH!! I recognise that sample post, the angel was me *blushes proudly*