Post by Gage Travers on Jul 17, 2009 19:27:08 GMT -5
FULL NAME:[/b] Gage Alden Travers
HAIR: Dark Brown
(at work- khakis and denim shirts under his robes)
LIKES:[/b]
full moon, walking through puddles, dueling, pushing peoples buttons, poker, firewhiskey, strong black coffee, quidditch, aggressive negotiations
cowards, goodie-two-shoes, clear cut black & white, beaches, classical music, early mornings, pumpkin juice, whiny diplomats
FATHER: Camden William Travers- deceased
At Hogwarts, Gage was sorted into Slytherin, after much debate with the sorting hat. It had made the mistake of noting it’s being torn between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and not wanting to be lumped with what he felt were unthinking, even if brave, sheep, and proceeded to argue his point with the hat until it agreed that the serpentine house was indeed the better for him. He studied hard, for the classes that interested him, but did only what was required in all others. Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions were his favorites and he excelled in them to his classmates chagrin. He was a nightmare in History of Magic and Charms; taking what opportunities he could to annoy the professors.
When he left Hogwarts he immediately entered Auror Training, where he took to it like a duck to water. A very unruly duck that was good at getting the job done quickly, if not exactly the way desired. Though many wanted to see him ousted, the Department Head could recognize the advantage of having a wizard like Gage and ignored all complaints. Because of this, his colleagues all seem to fall into two camps- those who can tolerate him, and those who can’t. It was during this time that his sister was dating a Muggle who, unaware of her being a witch, had convinced her to go sailing with him. His ship disappeared and nothing was ever found of them or the fated boat.
Shortly after finishing training, he did what he never thought to, he fell in love. Rebecca Green worked in another department and he had seen her numerous times on his way in and out of the Ministry. When he finally found himself alone with her in a lift, he struck up a conversation and found her ‘hard to get’ response as a challenge. Two years later and he had certainly overcome it to the point they were engaged. Just a few months before their wedding, incidents in Ireland had the Ministry sending additional Aurors as aid and Gage was one of those sent. While he was gone, Rebecca met Harold Yonley, whom she fell in love with. She didn’t have the nerve to break it to Gage until the morning of their wedding, when she could put it off no longer.
It was a few years later while investigating some wizards working for a loan shark that he found his targets had cornered someone who had failed to pay, Harold Yonley. Despite all his training and his own strong sense of right and wrong, he gave into his anger and turned away, leaving the scene behind him before he could be seen, but not out of ear shot of the man’s screams before apparating.
ALIAS: Lar
From another RP:
With the gaieties of the Opening Feast and the longest Sorting in Hogwarts history behind him, Tiberius Deveraux made his way to his classroom, both dreading and anticipating his first class. He never found the summer holiday good for anything save more time to commit to one's personal studies, and though he had grown accustomed to the usual loss of knowledge two months of absence caused in his pupils, he still awaited getting lessons underway so he could quickly repair the damage of their wasted minds and go on from there.
This term, however, would prove quite different, he was sure, considering the fact that his new female students would be more than behind in simple regards to his material, but absolutely clueless for the most part. The odds of any of them having been tutored or even encouraged for that matter, in pursuing the field of mathematical prediction was abysmal at best. The third year girls would be as fresh a slate as his boys, but the upper level girls, they'll be in a tight spot.
Still, this mattered little to him, outside of the impact it would most likely have on his teaching, even however tiny that would actually be. Tiberius wasn't about to spoon feed these witches; he wouldn't spoon feed his own child, had he had one. No, he'd perhaps review a tad more than normal, and give them a little longer on their first assignment, but other than that, he was willing to make no accommodations.
Entering the large, ancient room that smelt of dust and pipe smoke from its previous instructor, though he had been gone some years now, Tiberius grinned slightly, pleased with the dull silence of the room. Even during class, the sound wasn't much better. Be it his voice, or his presence, his pupils were never much for using their voices in the class, and he rather preferred it that way. The fewer interruptions, the more one could accomplish in the time allotted.
Crossing the room he reached his podium and set his texts on its surface and surveyed the clock hanging above the door through which he had entered. It was still broken. Wonderful. His veteran students were use to it and had all but given up on trying to figure the time, and since pulling one's pocket watch out in public without request was socially unacceptable, he had little to worry about losing their attention to a piece of clockwork. But then many girls often wore those damned watch pins. Course, that might prove interesting, them peering at their own chests to see the time and with the boys near by...
Figuring he had done enough pondering on the subject, Tiberius flipped his text to the page he needed, made sure the chalk for the board behind him was properly enchanted and then stood, arms crossed and back straight as a rail as he watched the students filing in. Some greeted, others scurried past him, but either way he did nothing more in response than a formal nod here and there. He was too busy measuring the lot, by the way they carried themselves, took their seats, and ultimately by how they handled direct eye contact.
What an interesting term this would be indeed...
