CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter name:Maximilian Theodore Yates
Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Eugene Prothero et. al.
Character age:Born 23 April 1889 (48)
Character education:Beauxbatons (1900-1903)
Salem Institute (1903-1904)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Gryffindor (1904-1907)
University levels of Law and Potions (America, 1907-1912)
Auror education at the British Ministry of Magic (1912-1917)
Auror at the British Ministry of Magic (1917-now)
Politics of Magic professor at Hogwarts (1932-1935)
--forced to resign because of the Order and Francis Turin
Strength and weaknesses (details please):Maximilian is extremely loyal and protective of those that he cares about (and even a lot that he doesn't). He can be horribly stubborn when he thinks he's right and is likely to do everything to get his view through - in that way he may be a bit difficult (now in times of the Order more than ever). Normally he's a good team player though, willing to listen to everybody, although often he's probably better at giving (wise) orders than following them (if unwise).
When he makes up his mind about something he can be very hard to move. He has certain convictions that can make him hard to talk to, like that of divination as utter rubbish. He can also be quite hard, but most of the time he just wants to be good. There can also be a slight awkwardness to certain situations because he doesn't always know how to relate to things and tend to push feelings away.
Very practical, very reasonable, very down to earth, very patient. Maximilian is hard to anger, but when it happends it will be very fierce.
Physical description: Often described as "bear sized", which fits very well. 6'3 feet, and probably what you would describe as chubby. Definitely strength over speed.
Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):Friendly in most cases. Maximilian has a big heart, but he can be a bit awkward with touchy-feely things. He was always a charmer, and a pranker in school, so he likes a good joke and he likes his cigars and he likes, more than anything, to feel that he's being useful.
Also, he's such a workaholic...
Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:Maximilian taught at Hogwarts during SM attack and didn't really want to quit, but ended up in a complicated situation with Francis Turin and was forced to resign. Also because the Order wanted to remove certain classes, and Politics of Magic was one of them.
Teaching at Hogwarts taught him a lot of things. As he is unmarried and without children himself, he found something in the children of the school that he didn't even know existed. Before then his communication with children tended to be a bit awkward, they were just "little people". But he got a lot of positive feedback and learned to care about the children, and that's what's driving him to wanting to return to doing classes a few times a week while still being primarily based at the Ministry.
Maximilian wants to teach the children that most people
are good. But he also wants to let them know how to protect themselves from those who aren't.
Biography:When Maximilian Yates had his cigar with friends and colleagues on New Year's Eve, it didn't take him long to understand that something was very wrong. Perhaps it was the abrupt change of the muggle fireworks. Perhaps it was the sudden change in the taste of the cigar - he'd always liked quality but it became richer, fuller, and when he found the packet the label had been changed. And Maximilian knew his cigars, he'd been smoking the same ones for the last twenty years, since they first came on the market.
Perhaps it was the fact that he'd always been well connected with the muggle world and that the buildings around him were morphing into shapes he hadn't seen before.
At first he was alarmed, apparating straight to the Ministry of Magic in case they wanted him to get to work, and they did. They had to make sure that everything was safe everywhere, to deal with rampagers, loiterers and misplaced revolutionists among the magical population. Some screamed for armageddon, some thought this was finally their chance to get their revenges at whoever they blamed for ruining their lives, and some were simply just improvising. He stayed there all night, even though his Head of Office didn't even turn up until the next day. Or maybe
because of that - Maximilian had always been responsible, critical and logical, but always helpful.
When he was relieved of duty the first thing that he did was to apparate directly to Venice to find his old mother lost in a muggle street. Leona Gatto had always known her place in this world, and never could she have done a better job as his mother, but Max was close to hitting the age of fifty and his mother was seventy. Her home, a small apartment in muggle Venice, was gone, and so were all of her friends. He brought her to London, placing her in a temporary home that was put up for victims of the time warp such as her, then turned to find his own home.
What he found was a field with a hole in it.
Years and years of brewing potions had paid off in the way that it was now crushed into one big mess, an entire library of protection, of lifesavers and tools for diguise. They were rare ingredients, things that had taken him twenty years and more to find, and to create. The protection spells were still in effect, for he was an Auror and he did not trust the world not to know, but he'd been living in a 4th floor muggle apartment and they were all floating helplessly over his head. Everything that had to do with muggles were gone - magical belongings scattered around in earth and grass. He saved what he could of books, of tools, of potion ingredients and belongings. And then he went to the Ministry and reported the situation.
When he turned to seeking for his father in muggle America he found that the man had never existed. Maximilian was a Yates, but without any relations to any other person with the same name.
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Maximilian had been raised as a lone child, for his mother never married, having gotten pregnant as she toured America as a singer. During his childhood days he learnt what it meant to be a bastard child - and from relations with a muggle too - and his mother would work in kitchens and clean homes, but little Max would ever be the optimistic one. She found it was easier when they stayed in the muggle neighbourhoods, and so she hid away her magic until she found that her son had gotten old enough to learn.
Maximilian himself was perhaps lucky that he had always been among the taller boys, and Leona would bring home food from the landlord's kitchen, so he never suffered being short of neutrition. Max always understood how to hit back. Although he preferred not to. And with a wide smile and always a joke hiding in the back of his mind he would charm his way into the hearts of the people around him, bastard or not. It was only natural then that he entered the house of Gryffindor with all of his will and wit and heart. But not before he'd first entered Beauxbatons and Salem both.
Beauxbatons was only natural, for it was close to Italy, and he had no trouble getting along with people there. In his fourth year, however, he decided that he wanted to get to know his father, whom he'd never had much contact with, and moved to America for a year, attending Salem Institute. He never liked it there though, much because his relations with his father were odd - they'd never really known each other - and he had half brothers that he didn't know and whom he didn't particularly like. While he stayed there his mother got an offer for a job in Wales, so when he told her that he wanted to come back, this was where they ended up. And so Maximilian entered Hogwarts at 15 years old, now charming his way into the girls' hearts before breaking them. And it wasn't because he didn't like them, it was just that around the corner there would always be another opportunity. Although he never lacked friends he wasn't used to lasting relationships - by then he'd moved around too much.
Max was ever a child of strong meanings. When he found something to be unfair would he speak up. And when he found something to make absolutely no sense at all, he could get angry. And angry he got, at his divination teacher, getting himself expelled from the class in his first year at Hogwarts. Never did he develop anything but a restrained relationship to that subject.
When he graduated there were several things that he was pulled towards studying, but he never really doubted that he wanted to become an Auror. He just wanted to get more of an understanding of the workings of society, by looking into Law, and to potionmaking, which had been a favourite subject of his for as long as he could remember. When he started on his Auror training he applied the new knowledge to the old, and because of his talent at potions he could bottle a lot of qualities that he'd otherwise have to use powerful spells for, preparing himself and saving the required energy.
Because of his knowledge of the world, and ability of several languages (Italian, French, English), he was often used for cross-continental research. This may be one of the reasons why he never got married or had any children of his own - his relations with women were often short lived as Max moved from day to day, absorbed in his work. The Auror Office and the trips onto which they sent him was where he belonged.
In 1925 there was, for the first time, a girl who managed to charm him enough to make him put a ring on her finger. But, as a fellow Auror, she died the same year.
SAMPLE ROLEPLAYRoleplay Response:He had never expected there to be squids to his second interview for the school. Maximilian didn't really go that well with animals, not because he didn't like them, but mostly because he'd never needed them. He preferred people over pets, and squids didn't really count as pets either, no matter how much they lived in the lake outside of your home. Or place of work.
Dark eyes moved from the stern Professor Birch to the water, following the ripples inwards as they became circles, a hand shooting out to protect his face as the explosion hit them. There were mud between his fingers, in the square of his palm, and he removed the hand again, slightly fascinated, mostly wondering what the hell they were doing out here.
He'd taken dirt before, quite literally, and much more than this. And Max turned to Pythagora, eyebrows rising as she declared that it had a cold, the hint of a smirk at the edge of his mouth. Smile turned to a short laugh as Birch told him to deal with it, and he looked at her shortly before realizing that she was serious. Of course she was serious. Birch was always serious.
"Alright then," he told her, still smirking, getting the cedar wood out from his pocket, moving closer to get a better look. To find out exactly what
could be done. "But I'm no doctor," he added, taking the bottle that he assumed had to be the medicine, squatting down at the edge of the water.
"Can't we just freeze it and pour it into its mouth?" Easier said than done, considering that squids' mouths were
underneath them and tentacles all around. Petrifying it was probably a bad idea because then they'd have to deal with the stiff tentacles, and if the mouth wasn't open then they hadn't gotten very far at all.
"Immobulus," Maximilian decided on, his wand pointed to the animal. And hopefully they could levitate it, turn it over and force the medicine into it.
It was going to be a very different interview indeed.
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