Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Joshua Case

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Adam Carlisle, B. Foster, Kristoffer Carlisle, Silva Ricardus, Frank Viggano Jr., Andrei Voskhod, Quincy Carlisle, Edward R. Carlisle, George Viggano

Character age: 35

Character education:
Attended Salem from 1922-1929
Attended Feldwich Magical College majoring in Herbology and Potioneering from 1929 - 1933
Dean's List 1930-33
Residency at Endsworth-Laurie in 1933-1936

Strength and weaknesses (details please):
Joshua willingly talks about his accomplishments. He has trained and studied as a healer and he is very proud of everything he has ever achieved. Some may consider his pride as a weakness of character, but he rationalizes that they simply envy his confidence. He has an issue with trusting people. Friends are just as able to stab someone in the back as is an enemy. Also, growing up as an orphan he has learned that relationships are fluid, ever changing and so easy to let go when needed to. Adaptable to most social situations, and able to keep his cool in a stressful situation he does have his breaking point. Too much stress and no time to recuperate in between he will act manic, and dissociate the problem. Rather than facing something head-on, he would pretend it was not there or not his problem to begin with. Blaming others, or finding something else less stressful to preoccupy him.

Physical description:
Joshua never met his parents, but he is thankful for the height they gave him. At six foot four he has never felt small or intimidated by someone else’s size. Blonde hair and blue eyes, he has a long face which sometimes has stubble on it, and sometimes is clean shaven. Depending on the situation, he can make himself look like a vagrant on the street or look like he belongs in high society. It all depends on what sort of impression he wants to make.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):
Paranoid and unwilling to admit his faults, he is very confident of his abilities and skills. Joshua is not the sort that people would describe as nice. He is a master at being polite and condescending at the same time, and he feels no remorse in making someone cry. Of course the best way to tell if he likes you is if he gets angry at you. He shows annoyance, but anger is only reserved for people and causes he cares about.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:
There is no such things as hopes and dreams. There is survival, and Joshua is good at survival. The first rule is to not think about how scared you were. As soon as you panicked, then that was the end. The best way to not panic was to think about something else, and working is what got him distracted from his fear and panic. He decided to start teaching again because he needed more than just his job at St. Mungo’s to keep him calm.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):

He had lost contact with his family…

Or the family he had been blackmailing.

For the past few years while in Great Britain, he had been living a somewhat morally sound lifestyle. There were times he had gone to knockturn and gotten items that were a bit dubious in nature, but they were needed for his profession. The war made it difficult to get certain items for his practice, and if there was one thing he was dedicated to it was his profession.

He took his oath seriously since he had first decided to become a healer back in his third year at Salem. He had never had the most moral of characters. The only thing he would say was good about him was the fact that he was the sort that stuck to his word. An oath, or a promise was something he did not make lightly, neither did he appreciate anyone that went back on their word.

After graduating from Salem, he continued on his career path. Yet, he was still young and foolish. Assuming that because he was going onto a path that would help people, it would counteract everything else he did. He soon had a reputation in the criminal underworld as the person to call if going to a hospital was out of the question. He also stole and conned his way to a life that was comfortable.

That of course did not last long considering he did something that upset some of his more dangerous and powerful clientele. He got out of America alive, but he had not really learned his lesson. Still conning himself into society parties, and stealing supplies, he knew working for dubious clientele was not safe, but it acquired wealth. This was important considering he had grown up with nothing.

At the age of twenty-eight he thought to settle down. To find something that would keep him comfortable. His plan was daring and dangerous, but he would admit there was a thrill whenever he was able to get someone to believe his lies. The matriarch of a powerful pureblood family in Spain had believed him when he said he could be the bastard son of her father-in-law. He wasn’t but technically he was not lying. He had grown up in a muggle orphanage, but it was possible his parents could have been wizards.

Once his goal in Spain had been accomplished he headed to France. Taking a position as the Infirmary Director at Beauxbatons. He was looking for something uneventful, and he assumed a life babysitting children would be just that. The pay was meager, but supplemented by his other funds, it was enough. Of course shortly after that the war started, and then Beauxbatons was destroyed.

He was there when the bombs fell in London, and as he aged he grew more terrified. Already considering himself a coward, things just kept on getting worse. On edge and graying from the stress of the Hexenreich over his shoulder.

He needed to keep himself busy. Work at St. Mungo's occupied some of his time, but it was not enough. He disliked children, but he disliked being idle more.

It gave him too much time to think, and when he thought he got scared.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:

Ivanova…

Joshua always found himself being wary when it came to women. It was perhaps a symptom of his upbringing, and visions of nuns with rulers that made him uneasy. With his heart beginning to pound with the signs of growing panic. He had to remind himself she was not a nun. He was an adult, and so was she. Worst she could do was not hire him, and he doubted that would happen.

He could not back down. Tense for a moment he lifted up his chin, brows raised slightly as his face shifted to a bored expression. He had been through this before.

“That is not relevant.”

What was relevant was the fact she needed professors, and he was willing to work. She did not need his excuses, and he really did not want to give her any.

“Shall we get started then?”

Taking a seat he leaned back in the chair waiting for her to either throw him out or to continue with why he was here. They were both wasting time. He did not like wasting time, and she did not look like the sort that liked it either.

At least he assumed.