Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Octavian Prothero
Gender: Male
Age: 54

Education: 
Private Tutoring

Residence:
Prothero

Occupation:
Prothero Family Physician

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
Nope

Requested Magic Levels: (see here on how to do this)
If you want levels above the usual 32 total, please read the roleplay instructions carefully upon scrolling down.

• Charms: 12
• Transfiguration: 10
• Divination: 7
• Summoning: 8

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Thomas Sincade, Jonas Tuck, Aloysius Carlisle, Kristoffer Carlisle, Caleb Lance, Jane Montclaire, Frank Viggano Jr.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
When I am home, it is not uncommon to find me in my study.

It is my sanctuary.

It is my space in which I am master, and unquestioned in my knowledge.

It is not a very large room but it is enough to fit everything I need. They are Medical texts and references that all physicians would need on their shelf with of course a few things in my private collection that I keep more of a guilty pleasure. Muggle things that would not be looked kindly on by others, but I find rather fascinating.

My own journals I keep in a place only I can find them. Perhaps a little paranoid to be hiding things from my own family, but I find being cautious is a good thing. Besides, my family may share everything with me but I have never been someone that shared all that much with others. Besides, these are mostly of personal nature. My own thoughts and feelings about certain things, and of course some small drawings. They are just my observations of birds in the wilderness around the castle, and of certain people. There is not a lot on my walls. I do have an eye chart, and I do have a picture here or there that I find pleasing to the eye but it is rather sparse in decoration. In the back of my room, behind my desk are my cupboards that have the supplies I need to do my job. Filled with vials of herbs and tonics, I make and prepare most of my ingredients myself if I am able to. When there are certain things that need more skill than I possess, or a rather exotic items that are low in stock, I make a list. Double checking and rechecking of all the ingredients and vials that I need. I make a copy and I send one owl out to the shops where I get my ingredients, making certain they have everything before I leave. I try to make these visits into town as little as I can.

I am not someone that enjoys crowds.

Not really something I had ever felt comfortable with.

It could be because of my appearance. I will admit achromia is not the most common thing to be seen among the world, but the stares from strangers do not bother me much.

It could also be that I am not used to being around them. I grew up rather solitary. My family the only ones I really interacted with and learned from. I did not associate with anyone close to my age until I was well in my twenties and because of such a thing; I find it hard to connect with my peers. If it is on medical matters or on herbs, or potions I can find myself having an easy conversation with whoever it is. Yet, again it always seems like I am speaking to someone not in my generation.

My generation is old.

They are set in their ways and sometimes they do not wish to learn anything.

The younger people in this world, they are more interesting to talk to. There are many with ambition, and also that cocky stride that makes them rather interesting to watch. There is that innocence in their eyes, and naiveté about certain things that can open others up to the world. They are eager to learn from or to test their peers and their betters. I find it most interesting to observe though, as I said I never did like crowds much.

As the physician of my family I know quite a few things.

Quite a few secrets that are better left unsaid. I keep most of them because I should. Although I had never had much kindness from the old man I did respect him. He had always done what he had thought was best for the family, and he had no regrets about it. Or at least that is what I would like to believe. It is truly what I need to believe to not hate the man sometimes. As a physician I do not think you should hate the people that you treat. It is unfair to them, because you know so much about how to weaken them and in the end destroy them. Other secrets that I keep, I keep them to protect myself. A rather selfish thing, but it is too heart breaking to really think about it, and I selfishly want to keep that pain to myself.

Roleplay: (If you are requesting Exceptional levels - above 32 total - please respond to the roleplay and questions here instead)

OTHER
How did you find us? Other - Referred by Juniper Kedding

EXCEPTIONAL LEVELS
Answer these questions only if you are requesting levels above 32.

Why are you requesting higher than usual levels? e.g. Is your character a professor/auror/etc.? (1-2 sentences minimum):
Privately tutored, he did not have much to distract him from his studies. He is a licensed medical doctor, so he should be able to perform some complex spells needed to assist him in his work.

Roleplay:
Mr. Grunch smirked as stepped into the shadows beneath the overhanging eaves at the side of the street. There was a sort of alcove here, where two buildings came together, and the wall was set back just a couple of feet to make space for a drain from the battered lead guttering. It made it difficult to see if anyone was standing there until you were almost on top of it, and the shape of the roof up above cast an almost permanent shadow even then.

There were a number of such places along Knockturn Alley and Mr. Grunch knew them all.

Seeing nobody was nearby, he quickly cast the concealment spell that would obscure his features, making him unrecognisable, just a blur beneath the cowl of his thick, but worn, robes. He knew his target, had identified them some time before, as they entered the Alley. He had shadowed them, discretely, and now, he knew, they were heading back out again, towards the safety of the better lit Diagon Alley.

He heard the footsteps approaching. This was it, then. Just before they reached the alcove, he stepped out suddenly in front of his target, wand raised and ready.

"Give me all yer galleons, and any jewellery yer got! Don't try to hide nothin', 'cos I'll know, right? Do it now!"

Roleplay Response:
Octavian let a slow breath release as he looked at the man in front of him. He had only been in town to restock. The brim of his hat pulled low on his head, and scarf hiding most of his features. He never liked attention on him when he went to town, he tried his best to blend in. The small ticks of nervousness could be seen if looking closely enough. His pupils dilated and jaw tense he looked rather calm even though his heart rate elevate. This was a shock of adrenaline. The feeling of fight or flight in action, in which had been passed on genetically from the beginning of primordial man to keep the species alive.

Most run from danger.

That was the smart thing to do. It kept people alive, and Octavian knew that there was a fine line between what was considered heroic, and what was considered idiotic.

Octavian was not an idiot, but his pride did not want him to admit he was helpless.

He did not know anything about the man before him. Could only see his robes and make an assumption that this man was not very wealthy. He could also make assumptions that this man had done this before, concealing his face was a smart move. Ambushing him at this point meant that he planned it all. It meant he was experienced, and perhaps also quite intelligent. Perhaps, but Octavian did not want to think that his assailant was capable. He just wanted to see this man as a thug. Someone that took pleasure in the pain and suffering of others. It was easier for Octavian if he imagined that, to imagine that if he allowed this to happen once it could happen again. As he thought of the repercussions of it allowing this thug to take his money, to just leave him at the wayside it made it easier for Octavian to make his decision. He did not trust this man to just leave after getting what he wanted.

It made it easier to find through his speeding thoughts an answer to the man's request.

"No."