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Arthur C. Carlisle

    (13/12/2014 at 23:53)


CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Arthur Christopher Carlisle

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Sylvianne Marceau, Mael Rey-Cadwallader, Eirian Cadwallader, Guy Tristan de Beauvau, Arden Cadwallader, Kelsey Cadwallader

Character age: 24

Character education: Hogwarts Hufflepuff 1936

Strength and weaknesses (details please):
Though Arthur is often the model of kindness and empathy, he has a great weak spot for his family. Any threat to the Carlisles, no matter how minor, causes him to become severe, even aggressive if he has to be. He can be extraordinarily inflexible in disputes, which often makes him difficult to sway. Arthur can often be generous to a fault, and his desire to keep logic and order sometimes blind him to the pieces of situations he doesn’t fully understand or believe to be relevant. Exceptionally observant, he is sometimes easily distracted by things out place. Magically, he has always been a strong summoner, but weak with everyday charms.

Physical description:
Tall and slight, Arthur has the ability to look either very imposing or extremely easy going, depending on the circumstance. Though he can often be found smiling, the laughter lines and dimples in his face can create rather the severe impression when his brow is furrowed in annoyance. Lightly muscled, Arthur is stronger than he looks. He has dark blonde hair and blue-green eyes in a diamond shaped face.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):
Arthur is very kind, but often very serious. Often found solving puzzles of some sort, he would rather spend his time figuring things out than in easy leisure. Because of this, he tends to be a little tightly wound. Brutally honest, he tries to avoid situations where he might be forced to reveal an unpleasant truth. Though he abhors a lie, Arthur is more than happy to avoid a situation where he might need to tell a hurtful truth. Easily distracted, avoiding situations doesn’t tend to be a problem all that often. A puzzle, a book, even a tiny item out of place can distract him from his course of action. This, along with many other small factors, tends to cause him to be perpetually tardy. Though he sets—and sticks with—his priorities, Arthur is often seen arriving flustered and out of breath, but ready to get to work. It takes a lot to deeply offend him, but once you’re on his bad side, Arthur is often unforgiving. Not the type to make spur-of-the-moment decisions, Arthur will think about every decision he makes, even if it isn’t the first time he makes it. 

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:
Though he never minded the work, stuck under a desk putting papers in file folders in a dark office wasn’t exactly ideal. His profession before Hogwarts involved little human contact, and his sphere of influence was almost nonexistent. Though he worked hard, Arthur was often passed over for promotion by those who had—and used—their connections to worm their way to the top without putting forth the effort to get there. It seemed unjust to him. Leaving his employment in the private sector would free him to get out more, see more people, get more recognition for his superior work ethic, or so he hoped. When he heard there were openings at Hogwarts, his interest was piqued. There would still be the grading of papers to keep him occupied, and other assessments, but he would be able have some measure of freedom and the opportunity to have a positive effect on developing minds. Perhaps they could be better than those  in power now.

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

The youngest of the four Carlisle brothers, it was often easy to get away with being a little absent-minded, at least where his brothers were concerned. It wasn’t that Arthur was irresponsible. On the contrary, he often performed his duties with meticulous detail, often taking it upon himself to go even farther than was required of him. No, Arthur’s problem was that he was easily distracted. One minute of being sure that the dishes were properly stowed in the cupboard would often become five or even ten.

And there is the routine.

While, theoretically, he could absolutely leave the house without putting his book back on the shelf exactly where it belonged, Arthur wasn’t the kind of person to leave something out of place. There was an order to things, and despite his easy demeanor, he liked to maintain that order.

Arthur was always of the opinion that there was a best method for everything. If that best method seemed arbitrary to others, it only proved that they were unequal to his level of organization. Everything had a box in which it belonged.

That was Arthur’s life. Everything had a box to which it belonged, and if it wouldn’t fit there, he would make sure it did. A healthy appreciation for order and rules was a part of who he had always been. If Arthur ever stepped a toe out of line, it was never for himself. After all, not everyone understood the order of things, and Arthur was the kind of person who would be there to make sure you fell back into that order.

Yet, so many things in life didn’t seem to fit into the boxes they were meant to.

War, for example, didn’t really belong. It was a fact of life and history was built on it, but often the costs were more than the gains. It was clear that everyone getting along would not be possible, but the extremes of aggression… What did they accomplish in the end? Everything that is destroyed must be re-built, and it always is.

His brother joining the war effort. That was a box that he fit, whether any of them wanted to acknowledge it or not. Quincy, no doubt, would do well there, though his potential for recklessness was distressing. If it wouldn’t cause his father an entirely unnecessary level of stress, Arthur would have followed him. Not because he wanted to fight, though a good part of him did. The more he learned, the more he yearned to fight for the people. The injustice of the thing… How could anyone bear it? More than anything though, his brother needed someone to watch his back; to keep him from getting into too much trouble. Someone he could trust. As good as his fellow soldiers might be, Arthur had a hard time entrusting his brother to them. Anything could happen.

Boxes being what they were, Arthur knew that it was one he could force himself to fit in, but he would just emerge deformed when it was time for him to fit in a new one.

This box though… He could fit into this box with room to spare. Confident that everything was in order, Arthur donned his coat and looked about his study. Even though he was late for dinner with his brothers, he couldn’t help but smile. It was time to tell them he had applied to become a professor. Whether he got the job or not, they should know. The box he was in now was ill-fitting, and they all knew it.

Professor Carlisle, he thought. It has a nice ring to it.


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:

Rushing to his interview, Arthur found himself a bit disheveled by the time he made it. Straightening himself up as quickly as possible, he thought about how poorly this would affect his chances. He hadn’t meant to be late. Indeed, Arthur had meant to leave early for once. Had started to even.

But then he had seen it. A pile of books his cousin had taken out and not returned to the shelves. For what seemed like forever, Arthur had stood on the threshold, ready to leave, and yet unable to do so. Ultimately, he had decided that there was plenty of time, an excess, and he could surely use some of it to just put those books back where they belonged. After sorting them alphabetically and by subject, then stowing them back where they belonged, he no longer had the time to spare.

Just once, he thought. Just once I wish that someone would teach that kid order.

Composing himself at the entrance, Arthur took a quick breath before pushing the door open. It didn’t take him long to realize that his tardiness had been noticed. Her tone, body language, and facial expression told him everything he needed to know, and he had never wished so dearly that he had been able to ignore a messy stack.

His smile never wavering, Arthur replied to her unasked demand. “My sincerest apologies Headmistress Ivanova. There was a matter at home that required my urgent attention and it took ever so slightly longer than I had thought it would.” He wanted desperately to say that it was not in his nature to arrive late, but punctuality had never been one of his virtues, no matter how hard he tried.

Glancing over, Arthur spied the Headmistress’s desk, and his smile widened. “You are very organized, I see. I admire that in an employer. A place for everything and everything in its place.” Despite the fact that she clearly was not fond of him in this moment, Arthur had great respect for Anneka Ivanova. She seems like an employer I could get along with, he thought. If I could just manage to sort out the timing. “If you would forgive me for making you wait—I know you must be quite busy—I won’t take up more of your time than necessary.” It was his gentle way of inviting her to begin the interview or end it before it started.

Lesson Plans PM'd to Anneka Ivanova

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