CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter name: Timothy Winchester
Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Edmund Whiteclaw
Character age: 23
Character education: Hogwarts | Ravenclaw | Class of '56
Strength and weaknesses (details please):Tim Winchester's mind works in a way that can both be his greatest strength and his greatest weakness. Being the bookworm he is, Tim's thought process is often deep and inquisitive. He doesn't take things at face value and instead, tries to uncover the things which rest beneath the surface. This allows him to understand ideas and emotions on a much deeper level and has been the source of most of his connections. However, not everything has a deeper meaning and Tim can find himself thinking too hard about things that don't require much thought at all. Though this problem doesn't often rear it's head, it can affect Tim deeply as he wonders if there's something that he missed far after a conversation has ended.
This inquisitive mind however paves the way for a great many other strengths that Tim uses to his favor. He is a deeply compassionate person and believes strongly in leading with the heart just as much as with the mind. This allows him considerable empathy and patience with others, something that makes it nearly impossible for one to find themselves in an argumentative exchange with him. His compassion and empathy for others also allows him to forge deep and meaningful connections with people which assist in comfort, but also assist him in communicating in a more emotionally and thoughtfully complex way than most would imagine.
This compassion and empathy can however work against him if he isn't careful. He wants to see the best in people, even when someone may not be carrying the best of intentions with them at the time. In his younger years, this led him to quick forgiveness when forgiveness was not earned. As an adult, he is more conscious of the fact that not everyone is deserving of the benefit of the doubt, but he still likes to try and see good in bad behavior when he can. This can be something that's exploited, and a great few have tried to, but as his thought process developed to be what it is, he notices these intentions far sooner than he once did.
A weakness not of personality, but of skill, is Tim's inability to master the art of potion making. His mother is quite skilled at it but it's a trade Tim never was able to grasp. Not for lack of trying, however. He is willing to try and apply himself to anything for as long as he can stand to try it. In most cases, he ends up mastering what he sets out to. But things like Divination and potions just never found their way into his muscle memory. He is however rather proficient in Charms and Transfiguration, two subjects he worked diligently at in school and continued to refine once leaving the castle.
Tim also carries with him an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. His home is filled to the brim with books of all sorts of subjects ranging from things as simple as history and muggle medicine to the complex subjects of ancient philosophy and dead languages. This desire for knowledge has gained Tim an exceptional level of book education. A simple conversation with him makes clear the width and depth of his knowledge. He's carried a desire to share the things he's learned with others since he was young and is often at his happiest sharing ideas with other excited parties.
Physical description:The most striking thing about Tim is his height. Standing at a tall six foot three, Tim's height appears to be even greater due to his relatively slender frame. It wasn't always this way. No, for his first three years at Hogwarts he was certain he'd buck the family tradition and remain in his five foot five range. However, a fourth year growth spurt that soon extended to a fifth, sixth, seventh, and beyond year growth spurt left him joining the ranks of the other Winchester men at above the six foot mark. Though Tim is tall, he isn't a dominating presence.
He just may be a little more visible in a crowd than others.
Atop is head is a mop of dark brown (borderline black depending on the light) hair which is usually in a fairly messy state. He doesn't mean for it to be, but there's a great many more pressing things in the world than keeping one's hair combed. Tim's eyes are a dark brown as well, notable for a few speckles here and there. His mother described the speckles as being a little universe in his eyes, something Tim proudly repeats to any who mention it.
His face is gentle and boyish. It appears that he hasn't aged beyond sixteen in the face, something that he sometimes is self conscious of. His smile is award winning and bright, matched only in impressiveness by it's innocence and warmth. Tim carries himself with gentle air as well. Walking confidently, but weightlessly, he almost glides from place to place. His movements, while gentle as mentioned, are also very purposeful and calculated, almost as if he refuses to make a move that isn't necessary.
Tim's choice of style is a bit off the beaten path when compared to others. He is never seen without a pair of black shoes on his feet, shined weekly. On the rest of his body are dressier leaning clothes at all times. Not keen on more casual wear, his most common choices are skinny black pants with a nice shirt and a belt. For more formal occasions, he enjoys bringing out his grandfather's maroon suit but he only wears this on occasions he believe call for it.
Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):Anyone who's ever met Tim Winchester can tell you he is one of the kindest, gentlest souls that you ever can encounter. He likes to say he took the best bits of both of his parents, mixed them together, and sprinkled some of his own inflections upon those bits to create the man that stands before everyone. His kindness is unwavering, even in the face of unkindness. He isn't quick to anger and believes all situations can, and should, be solved with level headedness and a willingness to put forth respect.
Tim is also a notable bookworm. His life revolves around the printed word and this has worked to build a man who's quite unlike almost anyone else. He looks at the life he and everyone around him has been blessed with as something full of hidden meaning and mystery. He observes his surroundings and the people in it from an analytical standpoint just as much as he does an interpersonal standpoint. His mind often works faster than he can speak, but that doesn't stop him from speaking quickly anyway.
Tim is easily pleased and none too fussy. He holds a fondness for simple pleasures over things of more gaudy extravagance. He is perfectly content to curl up by the fire, snack, and read. This is where his gentle demeanor comes from, as well as his compassion. His compassion is legendary among those that know him. He goes out of his way to assist when assistance is needed and makes a point to make everyone who comes into contact with him feel welcomed, feel as though they matter, and feel as though they're being heard and understood.
Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:Hogwarts was a dream in the waking world for Tim. A castle filled with such a rich, diverse, and beautiful history, brimming with stories and opportunities to broaden one's horizons was something he could only look upon with wonder. He got to know every inch of the castle in his time and along the way made a point to learn all he could learn about everything available to him there.
He decided when he was a wee second year that teaching is what he wanted to do with his life. He saw even then teaching as the greatest opportunity for learning available to anyone who would want it. Being in that environment, learning things from the students that sit before as you share with them the things that you have already learned struck him as beautiful. The push and pull, give and take, symbiotic relationship that exists between student and teacher is to Tim almost sacred. As a student, he valued this connection and felt that more than anything else, a connection between the student and the teacher is what best fostered learning.
With all of the information he's collected over the years, Tim wants nothing than to share it with the students of Hogwarts. His dreams have long revolved around an exchange of ideas with like minded or at least interested individuals. Sharing what he's learned in exchange for even more information strikes him as perfection. The cycle can genuinely never be broken, there will always be something to teach and something to learn in return.
Tim would like to think that by teaching, he would be doing his part to better the world around him. Helping students to broaden their minds, open their eyes and ears to things beyond what they imagined ever possible is something Tim has idolized for years. He understands the importance of education and wants nothing more than to make that journey and go on an adventure with those who choose to listen to him.
Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.): True to the spontaneity that ran rampant within his family, George Winchester proposed to his girlfriend Dorothy out of the blue at dinner one evening. True to the romantic nature that ran rampant within her family, she lovingly accepted and the two were married before the Christmas holidays came knocking in 1936. Though they were both comfortably in their prime (George was all of 24 and Dorothy was all of 22), the two immediately began to dream of a full house of children of their own. Dorothy was particularly fond of the idea having spent her younger days caring for her younger siblings. George had dreamed of having a boy to call his own from a young age as well, having grown up loving to hear stories of his father's youth, something he longed to pass down to a child of his own.
The couple was elated to discover their dreams of a family were going to come true when Dorothy proudly announced she was pregnant in May of 1937. Though their excitement never dwindled, pregnancy was far from easy on Dorothy. Her small stature made carrying the child something of a chore as the weeks ticked by and the illnesses that are commonly associated with pregnancy plagued her, untouched by the magical efforts of her mother and George's mother to ease the symptoms. But no matter the pain she felt, she never let a smile leave her face. The patience of both George and Dorothy were paid off on January 9, 1938, when their healthy and happy child Timothy was born.
George and Dorothy were elated to finally have a child of their own and the love they had for him consoled them through the advice of the healers at St. Mungo's that Dorothy refrain from having another child or risk her health. Though they had wanted a great many little ones running around, Timothy kept them busy. A very curious child, in the time before he could speak, Timothy would work to become acquainted with his surroundings via touch and observation. When he could speak, his favorite words were "why" and "how". Always longing to know why things were as they were, why things happened, where things came from, what things did, Timothy seemed to be constantly at his mother or father's ankles to learn more about his world. And though the questions were constant, both George and Dorothy were happy to oblige and answer as many questions as Timothy could throw at them.
As he grew, Timothy developed a particularly close relationship with his father. George delighted in telling Timothy stories of his days growing up not too far from where they currently lived, as well as the stories told to him by his father. That's not to say that Timothy wasn't also close to his mother, as he very much was. Dorothy taught Timothy how to cook all manner of things and, much to the joy of them both, how to dance like nobody was watching. Timothy loved his days at home with his parents in Alfriston, so much so that he didn't take much notice that their home was small or that he didn't often get new clothes. In fact, he was almost completely unaware that his family wasn't wealthy until his school days arrived.
Timothy received his Hogwarts letter promptly and he found himself looking forward to his time at school. He had all of the things he needed, not noticing the looks of nervousness on his mother's face any time a new supply was rung up. When he was at school, he noticed that his things were not the nicest nor the newest, but he didn't mind. For a mind that was obsessed with knowing "why" and "how", Hogwarts was a paradise. It seemed that every minute of every day was spent learning something new and exciting. In the summers, he'd return to his wonderful life in Alfriston. George and Dorothy would ask if he was making friends, and Timothy would happily respond with an emphatic yes. They would ask if he was ever teased for his lower quality supplies and he honestly said he didn't notice.
Those sorts of things weren't particularly important to Timothy. Through his skills of observation, Timothy recognized that his parents wanted to make a life for themselves, be self sufficient. He knew that his paternal and maternal grandparents were well off finically, one look at their homes could indicate that, but George and Dorothy didn't want to be handed anything in life and as he grew up, Timothy didn't either. He wanted everything he owned to be something he earned and that never disappeared.
In school, Timothy excelled in all of his classes but he was particularly talented in Transfiguration and his favorite class, History of Magic. Around his fifth year, Timothy became incredibly interested in magical law and spent his free time reading up on the subject and the various laws and decrees that existed in the world. Timothy graduated with his class in 1956 and happily returned home to Alfriston to take some time off before pursuing his dreams.
Timothy has a desire to do all manner of things be it become a historian, work at the Ministry for Magic, secure a job in the legal system, or take up teaching at Hogwarts. At the moment, he's not done much but get his own home in Alfriston not too far from his family, however he believes his future comes more and more into focus every day and he's more than ready to take the big steps needed to start the rest of his life.
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:Tim didn't make a habit of being late, but every once in awhile time became a rather elusive thing.
Tim had sprung from his bed that morning at around nine, later than he'd planned but early enough to prepare himself. Today was the day that he'd been waiting for since he last saw the majestic castle on the final day of his seventh year. It was the day where he would finally get the chance to secure the one thing he'd wanted more than anything else in the world: a teaching position at Hogwarts.
He showered, making a point to tame the wild hair upon his head, and dressed in his best. His grandfather's old maroon suit was perfect for the occasion he felt, so he retrieved it from the wardrobe and assembled it over his frame carefully. Standing in the mirror, he gave himself a once, twice, three times over and decided he was ready.
Physically at least.
As he sat at his kitchen table and delicately nibbled on some fruit (with a napkin tucked into his collar, a napkin placed upon his lap, and a napkin propped against his stomach to prevent stains), he played different scenarios in his mind. A faceless and nameless headmistress sat across from him asking all sorts of questions and Tim did his best to mentally answer to the best of his ability.
When he'd finished his breakfast, and began cleaning up, this continued. His mental readiness was the most vital aspect of this process and he wanted to be sure he was ready. Sooner rather than later, one o'clock around. Deciding to make a trip to Hogsmeade before taking the walk up to the castle, Tim approached his fireplace and made a swipe at some floo powder, but none met his fingers when he dipped them into the pot.
He was fresh out.
Looking nervously at the time, he shuffled himself quickly out the door, locking the door behind him. He ran forward, not bothering to open his knee high front gate but instead bounding over it. Taking off in a sprint up the high street just beyond his cozy neighborhood, he arrived at a home with a red door painted with a golden W in the center. He knocked in a hurry and the door swung open to reveal Dorothy Winchester, confused by the commotion.
With a brief, jumbled, almost slurred "Morning mum", Tim bounded into the home and made a move for the fireplace. Out of breath and with a slight smile he said "I'll explain later" before stepping into the grate. Throwing the powder down at his feet, he exclaimed "Hogsmeade station". In a flash he was there. Walking forward through the new grate and into the simple room that acted as the inside waiting area for the station, Tim stole a glance at the clock.
It was now one thirty and Tim had just half an hour to make it up to the castle. Taking off once more in a sprint. Up the winding hill, through the bits of woods, and onto the grounds he came. The castle sat looming above him in the afternoon sun. In the distance, it's clock tower pronounced the changing of the hour. Summoning his energy, Tim continued to sprint forward.
He sprinted all the way up, through the entrance hall, down the corridor, and arrived to the statue that guarded the headmistress's office. He rode the stairs up and entered the office quickly. Catching his breath, he smiled at the headmistress who looked none too pleased with him.
"You are late."Nodding, Tim acknowledged the truth. "I am, Headmistress and I must say how sorry I am. I seem to've run out of floo powder so I had to quickly find a solution and once I did, time had...slipped away. It's not a habit, that I can assure you."
Tim extended his hand. "I don't know if you remember me, m'am. Timothy Winchester. Ravenclaw '56."[/color]
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