Post by Augustus Vermillion on May 29, 2011 2:21:55 GMT -5
Augustus T Vermillion.
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GENERAL INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Augustus Tybalt Vermillion
NICKNAME(S): Despises nicknames; he is very proud of the name Augustus.
DATE OF BIRTH: 14 September 1969
AGE: 41
POSITION: Mathematics - part of a campaign for reform in magical schools to introduce more standard alternatives to magic because of beliefs that wizards should and do interact with muggles often enough to need basic History, Science and Math skills.
If he can't teach Math, then Muggle Studies.
LINEAGE: Pureblood, but he has magic-guilt and doesn't bring it up. He might bring up the one muggle brother-in-law he has, however. Often.
WAND: Rosewood, Veela core, 7.75 inches
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APPEARANCE
HAIR: Blonde
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT:152 lbs
DETAILED: Augustus is on the lean side, with no discernible muscles or sporty figure. He was rather gangly in his youth, but grew out of it into a horrifyingly average body. He has the long hands of an artist that lead to show the half-chewed nails of nervous intellectualism. Augustus gets lost in his work often enough that shaving becomes somewhat of a bother; when he does remember, he's already accumulated a sizable amount of stubble.
He has a kind face, one that seems to project an air of altruism and communal happiness. He gets creases in his eyes and cheeks when he smiles, lines that are known to reappear often. He seems to enjoy life, if his excitable eyes and pleased smile are indication.
He wears mostly formal clothing-- blazers and slacks with a v-neck cardigan or long sleeved v-neck t-shirt are his standard wear. He doesn't often wear jewelry, and after his divorce, never wears rings.
Augustus' eyes are a pleasantly misty blue, playful and eager to please. His gestures can be extravagant when in private company, but in front of many people he shrinks in on himself. Augustus is no performer, but he is a careful conversationalist.
His hands and clothes are often times covered in chalks and ink; he writes often, and tries never to use magic in sloppy or lazy ways. He writes his own papers, pens his own equations, and rarely relies on magic when he can do the job just as well even if it takes more time. This insistence on self-reliance leads to commonly mussed clothing and hair. He is ambidextrous, but tends to write left handed more often than not, and smears are prone to appear on his hand all the way up his arm and even his elbow in more concentrated circumstances.
He bites his nails, subconsciously to deal with anxiety, and can never seem to realize when he's doing it enough to stop. It's gotten bad enough that he's considered taking up smoking to give his fingernails a break. He can be neurotic at times, making sure his blazer sleeves are even or his shirt is centered, but on the whole fidgets just for the sake of fidgeting. In extreme cases, he will wring his hands out of sheer worry, and bites his cheek in these instances as well.
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PERSONALITY
DISLIKES: bigotry of any kind, dragons, heights, sports, large parties, blatant lying, sweets, divination, astrology, laziness, cheating
STRENGTHS: Altruistic, Open-minded, precise, alert, intuitive, creative, curious, pragmatic
WEAKNESSES: Stubborn, distant, pretentious, anxious, worrying, obsessive, martyring
ERISED: Many happy friends and no enemies
BOGGART: Risks
DEMENTOR: leaving his closest friend (a muggle boy named Jean) and his home in France since birth when he was told his family was moving to England for his schooling and training as a Ministry hopeful at the tender age of 10.
DETAILED: Augustus is more motherly than most women. He would do anything for his close family, which at this point consists of his father and his sister only. If he was easier to befriend, he would do anything for his friends too, but he has a terribly terse personality that can ward off most.
He means well, and is an optimistic altruist inside and out, but since he was very young has buried his feelings in logic and facts. Because of this, he rarely finds the right response to a question, or the right time to talk in a conversation. He's eager to please and impress, though, and his obviously awkward demeanor won't stop him from trying his hardest to be the star socialite in any workplace he finds himself.
However, he fails more often than he succeeds. His consistent appeals to the masses have left him a quivering mess of intellectual self-consciousness. Not only does he judge himself too hard, but others bestow judgement upon him once he pops himself on center stage. For most, it would be too much. Augustus seems to keep going, though not without casualties. His fingers are nibbled in most places from nervous teeth, and his cheeks have suffered the same fate. He wrings his hands at times, leaving them red and splotchy in the worst situations. When he's left alone, he still has to deal with the unflinching insults of his own mind, which leave him fidgeting in silence, adjusting shirts and pants and socks and anything else he can find. Augustus is not a calm or nonchalant man. He knows this.
He loves Muggle Studies. He is an O.W.L in the subject and pursued it throughout his life until finally realizing that the adaption of Muggle teaching styles to wizardry schools was something he could not only dream about, but achieve.
This idea of physical gratification for his actions was something extremely exciting to him. Schools in North America and Northern Europe have adopted his practice of teaching Mathematics, Science and Writing/Penmanship alongside magic-driven courses. He has a fire for activism and social justice that has always driven him into the arms of muggle enthusiasts, but Augustus' logic-driven mind finds concepts of revolution difficult to understand. He opts for reform instead.
Augustus is most concerned with the 'how' questions. He wants to know how objects get from point A to point B, with every single detail explained. He wants to know how he understands words on a page, from start to finish. Augustus does not take simple answers, and only expects details.
He holds himself to high standards, and considers himself a man of good taste. He goes to great lengths to design his office, workspace and home in an appealing manner that reflects his angular approach to the world. Modernism and post modernism of Muggle Arts are particular favourites of Augustus. Existentialism is an idea he has taught in Modern Muggle Studies for years.
He seeks knowledge like others seek power or fame, with the same hunger and lust that drive other men down dark paths. Augustus does not know these paths, although he wishes he did.
Augustus was married once, to a Muggle woman named Fern that was like-minded in her thinking. They both taught mathematics at a Muggle university in Ireland, and fell in love as well as two scholars of numbers and cold thought could. They divorced a shy nine years later, after he detached himself from her to study and she did the same. Eventually, they grew so far apart that adultery was bound to happen, and it did. Neither of them are people who share personal information so commonly, and the story of who did what is still unknown. Neither of them had interest in children with each other-- the reasons are understood, but rarely talked about in pleasant company. Both had interest in privacy. And, for all intents and purposes, they just weren't each other's type.
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HISTORY
MOTHER: Aloe Vera Natalie Vermillion, pureblood
FATHER: Martin Luke Vermillion, pureblood
SIBLINGS: Penelope Vera Kraft, pureblood {sister}
Michael Norton Kraft, Muggle {brother in law}
DETAILED: Augustus was born in a small hospital outside Paris. He grew up boating with his father and mother, who were both nautical enthusiasts of sorts. He would often ask questions about boats, asking how they worked and what made them go and other things. His parents, wizards themselves and very proud of the training they received at Hogwarts, saw clear potential in their son.
They moved to England when he was 10 years old, to nurture his talents and to open up opportunities for Martin, who spoke heavily accented French and was unhappy in Paris.
Augustus was distraught by the move, and became so heavily immersed in books and studies that he would shut himself in his room or the study for days just to read. His parents thought this interest was healthy enough to nurture, and bought him whatever books he wished. Just as planned, he went to Hogwarts at 11 and both his mother and father considered it a job well done.
He made few friends in school, and the friends he did make were more concerned with what he knew than who he was. When he did find himself in conversation, he could be charming or witty, but these situations rarely arose. Augustus found it easier simply to fade into the background and continue reading.
He was sorted to Ravenclaw, although he really could have made a Hufflepuff just as well. Augustus found the Muggle Studies particularly interesting. He was hoping to pursue Arithmancy through school, but the divination aspects left him with a sour taste in his mouth.
He wished for pure mathematics, true physics and geometry to be fused with magic. He knew it could happen, and for years he wrote thesis after thesis on the very subject. After moving beyond Hogwarts, his thesis on Mathematics, or as he called it, Mathemagics, was posted in journals throughout the intellectual wizard world.
The name "Augustus Vermillion" was known for a time, but faded when he kept the same routine, calling for reform of education and adoption of new curriculum and classes in schools. He chose teaching as a way to introduce his research into the malleable minds of youth, and possibly to make a new mark on the world.
Today, he visits his father in Ireland every winter, his favorite season, for his father's birthday. The two are on good terms, and Augustus writes to him often. His father reads Augustus' work and shows interest in his studies, but Augustus' isolated upbringing fills him with a sense of guilt, so the excitement is noticeably bittersweet.
His sister lives in Dresden, Germany, and comes to his home for visits during the spring. This year she could not attend because she was pregnant with her new husband's child. Augustus has a good relationship with his sister's husband, and has a very keen interest in his life. Micheal is likely one of his only friends.
He has no close friends, and no real contacts after his divorce. He does not pursue romantic relationships for the most part, but was seen with another man in early 2000, sparking rumor on his sexuality. He himself had nothing to say on the matter, and seemed almost uncaring. He is in the midst of writing a new thesis on the importance of nuclear physics in higher wizard education.
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ABOUT YOU
AGE:18
GENDER: Lady
TIMEZONE:Central
CONTACT INFO: MSN is fancypants200@hotmail.com
HOW DID YOU FIND US: googlin'
EXPERIENCE: 3 years, on the internet and in tabletop rpgs
CODEWORD: admin edit
QUESTIONS: No I don't.
RP SAMPLE:
(from a different fandom RP I was in about a year ago)
"Ivan didn't feel good very much anymore. He rarely smiled because he was happy. He laughed when he was angry, he grinned when he wanted to cry, and he was warm when he was furious. But his people, they knew how to make themselves feel better. They knew how to be happy, for just a little while.
Ivan learned how to make himself feel better a few months ago. He liked being happy. Kept doing it. It was illegal for him to buy needles now, so he just reused the old ones. It was okay. He didn't need new ones anyway.
But he wanted, he needed when he was happy. He couldn't just go with the pain. He had to get out, he had to experience and love and touch and eat and drink and he wanted a little bit of heaven to touch. There wasn't many places that could be called heaven.
America could. Too good to be true. He was by no means lonely right now (dear God, he was so thankful he was alive to experience this right now, it was like the sadness just seeped from him and all that was left was wonderment and love and good) but somehow it made sense to go seek out America. Not China, not Lithuania, nobody but America. Ringing the doorbell, rocking back on his heels, he nodded softly as he waited, content to wait because he was just euphoric. Relaxed, loose, blissful.
"Alshkaaaa," he cooed, leaning against something (did it matter? All that mattered was Ivan and Alfred and how good he felt) and nodding again."
Read rest here: hetaliterate.livejournal.com/17270.html
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