Post by Tabby on Feb 11, 2012 21:00:09 GMT -5
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Character
Hair color: mahogany red-brown with gold-brown tips and darker underside
Bloodline: VERY mixed lineage (Veela(grandmother), witch (mother), muggle(grandmother), giant(great(x5) grandmother), vampire (unknown when), werebeast (feline)(father))
Profession: Care of Magical Creatures professor
House: Was Homeschooled
Markings: Her arms are nothing but scars from animals, has some scars on her back from a bad run-in with a sphinx, only notable scar is a crescent moon under her left eye. Has a Celtic knot on her left wrist, an eye made of 2 crescent moons, one full moon, and one new moon on the underside of her right wrist, a pack of wolves howling at a moon all over her back, a Japanese-style tiger on her left thigh and an Asian dragon on her right, a semi-covered rose on her butt, and ‘Buchi neko’ (ぶち猫) (tabby cat) on the back of her neck.
Likes: animals, adrenaline-inducing activities, being outside, snow, sun, light rain, raw meat, fruit, breaking the rules, helping students, being as different as possible
Dislikes: people, being bored/boring activities, being stuck inside, big storms, ice, overcooked foods, most veggies, making/following rules, cheating students, having to conform
Strengths: Tabby is stubborn as a mountain, flexible as a reed, fathomless as the Black Lake, and mysterious as the Forest. She can fight in a variety of fashions, with almost any weapon or even without a weapon. She learns enough about animals to essentially communicate with them on their own level. Tabby doesn’t give up until she’s done or dead with any task she’s given.
Weaknesses: She has a hair-trigger temper, is sometimes too stubborn for her own good, never tells others what’s on her mind (even when she should), and doesn’t think or care about consequences.
Bogart: A basilisk
Dementor: Her fathers’ death at the hands of a muggle ‘werewolf hunter’
Patronus: A liger
Animagus: In the process of learning to be an Animagus, not one yet (teaching-self) (form not established)
Mirror of Erised: Taming one of the creatures in the ministry lists as ‘untamable’ (specifically a sphinx)
Detailed Personality: Tabby can be either the happy-go-luckiest person in the world or the surliest person in the world, depending on how she views you. Her initial way of deal with everyone is to be surly, bitchy, grouchy, and antisocial. If you can handle her at her worst, and don't piss her off too regularly, you'll find the fun-loving, cheerful and always willing to help side of her that indicates you've become a friend to her. Once you're her friend it will take a major betrayal to make her stop being a loyal friend to you.
Tabby lives for her animals and to help save nature, when she's not teaching, planning a lesson or grading a lesson she's reading the muggle's 'national geographic', or one of several wizarding ecology magazines. She sometimes get's artsy, and her quarters at Hogwarts are decorated with wind chimes, stained glass, dream catchers, posters, paintings, and photographs of magical creatures. Many of the paintings and photographs are of her own making. She keeps her lessons fun and lively, she hates 'observe A, then describe B' style lessons, and so she makes her students work hands on. Because of what she enjoys her lessons follow a pattern of 'tell me what you know about A, good, we're going to handle 'A', at the end of the lesson go read 'B' at the library for homework. Next week we'll do more handling and I want you to make a physical presentation of 'A' and show us what you've learned by week four.' set up. She listens to what students say when it comes to how her lessons are set up. If they think a lesson was too boring, or too hard she'll change it later. She lives to teach, and to learn.
She lives with her past in the past and refuses to drudge it up. She prefers when others do the same around her. She keeps many exotic pets, of both the muggle and magical variety and treasures them all. She has no interest in romance and often disturbs those in the midst of a romantic moment 'just for the the hell of it'. She strongly believes in family values and if she catches a student bad-mouthing a member of their (or her) family she will not hesitate to slam them into a three week detention. She tends to ignore other authority figures and act as if she herself isn't one. There are two easy ways to get her to do what you want: 1) Suggest that she CAN'T do it. 2) Dare her to do it. If you try to tell her to do something you will most likely get flipped the bird and have a mastiff try to bite you in the behind.
Family:
Mother: Christa Morgan McKiernan 62 years old, witch, healer
Father: Richard Andrew McKiernan deceased half-blood werewolf unemployed
Younger Sister: Angela Kathrine “Kitty” McKiernan 18 years old, witch, ‘escort’
Paternal Grandmother: Angela Paula McKiernan 91 years old, muggle, retired
Maternal Grandmother: Helena Beth Reins 97 years old, Veela, singer
History:[/ul] Christa was a young American woman who attended Salem Witches' Institute and was visiting London to learn other ways that magical people lived. While she was in London she met Richie, at the time a perfectly intact young wizard who worked for Gringotts. The two kept in contact via owl for the next three months before starting to date, using the Flu Network to go back and forth between America and England. Then Richie was attacked by a were-beast that he could only identify as feline while on assignment in a remote part of India. After he came back to London he was quietly 'retired' and tried to break off all contact with Christa. Christa was stubborn however and dragged her entire (rather racially mixed) family to London where she proceeded to drag Richie out of his house and somewhat bullied him into marrying her. They were 22 at the time.
14 years later they tried to have a child for the first time. Their son died suddenly of SIDS when he was three months old. They tried again three months later, and this time they had Tabby. At first they were worried that Tabby wouldn't make it. She was small, pale, sickly, and her father worried that she'd picked up Lycanthropy from him because of her apparent preference of blood to milk. However the healers assured them that she would grow and that she was not affected by his condition, she simply had sharp teeth and a biting streak that she would grow out of. Boy did she ever grow. By the time she was three years old she had gone from being nearly a fourth smaller than the average for children her age to being four feet tall. That year Kitty was born and Tabby started to become a rather independent young girl. She made lunches that she took to her pre-school every day, and she did her homework without being forced, and begged her parents for a 'funny talking ferret' like her grandpa had.
Her mother was worried that she wouldn't be magical because she had not yet displayed any of the usual signs of magic that young children her age usually displayed. Instead of giving her a magical pet like the one she'd requested they got her a dog. Abruptly named Teether the 5 month old rottweiler-wolf mix became a horse, diary, and best friend to Tabby. She'd thread a rope through his harness, tie it to her little red wagon and use his leash like a set of reigns to get anywhere. That Halloween Tabby, her father, and Teether went trick-or-treating, with Tabby dressed as a pirate, her wagon decorated as a pirate ship, and Teether dressed as the kraken. The next night was a full moon and so Tabbies father went out, as he always did, to change. Wolfs Bane potions did nothing for him, since he didn't turn into a wolf. Since Kitty was suffering from Colic at the time Christa was busy caring for the younger girl, leaving Tabby and Teether to their own devices. Tabby, not understanding why her father left once a month, decided to hook up Teether and find out what secret grown-up things he did.
After a lot of walking, she and Teether were able to locate her father, more than 20 miles away in a very secluded area of woods, where he chained himself in a cave every full moon. He'd always been careful not to leave a trail, but someone had been watching anyways. Even though they couldn't have found him alone, a four year old with a massive dog wasn't hard to follow. The werewolf hunting muggle knocked Tabby and her dog aside and charged in, firing silver bullets at the striped and maned beast that had never harmed a soul. A stray bullet ricocheted off of one of the chains and struck Teether in the head, killing the poor year-old puppy instantly and covering Tabby in blood. Tabby tried to fight her fathers attacker, not fully understanding what was going on, but loving her father no less for his condition. The attacker kicked her away and she was left unconscious.
Two days later her mother and grandparents found her in the woods, along with her dead dog and the dead, skinned body of her father. Apparently the werewolf hunter sold the skins of the 'beasts' he killed on a black market of some sort. Tabby was taken to St. Mungo's for shock and therapy, but it would be years before she spoke again.
When Tabby was 11 a letter came from Hogwarts, saying that if her mother so chose she could be signed up for one of the many lesson programs they had running while the school was rebuilt. Christa declined, her daughter still didn't speak and it was too hard to chauffeur two little girls to different places. She taught her daughter on her own, starting with potions and other lessons that required little to no speaking. Nothing really got Tabby's attention. Two years later her mother had run out of basic lessons to teach Tabby, who by now could have gotten a O on the OWL's for Potions, History of Magic, Herbology and Astronomy. Desperate, the frazzled single mother turned to unconventional methods, not wanting to teach Tabby silent spells quite yet. Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy and Study of Ancient Runes came next; and with them, the cure for the 9 years of silence and depression that had permeated the lives of the McKiernan family. During her very first Care of Magical Creatures lesson, handling her grandfathers' old Jarvey Cookie, brought a smile to her face. Then came Kneazles, which brought the first sound from her throat in 9 years, a broken but happy little giggle as three kneazle kittens tried to investigate her hands at the same time, their bristly whiskers tickling the sensitive skin.
From there she only improved. Every day, every lesson, she made more sounds, until on the morning of her fourteenth birthday she spoke for the first time since her fathers' death. "G'mornin Mum!" Two simple words that shattered the world around her. From there she became rabid about speaking. Spells, books, movies, questions; everything she'd bottled up since she was young poured out of her mouth in a nearly un-ending stream. Her mother was proud of her daughter, and especially proud of how quickly Tabby seemed to grasp even the most complex of spells. When she was taken to the ministry the next year for her OWL exam she passed with flying colors, all of her lessons were graded O for outstanding. Her mother considered sending her to Salem or the re-opened Hogwarts, but decided against it, instead choosing to continue schooling her daughters at home. Tabby flew threw lessons, always dragging out time to spend with animals or in the park. She volunteered at an animal shelter and helped plant trees and buses near new complex's. She continued to grow, always taller than Kitty, passing her mother in height, and becoming 'all legs like a giraffe'.
Her father's father died the week before she was scheduled to take her NEWT's at the ministry, and so they rescheduled a month later. Three weeks after she passed her mothers' father suffered a stroke and begged to be put out of his misery, the doctors conceded and the old man died surrounded by his family, leaving Cookie and her offspring to Tabby. Tabby took care to find good homes for the offspring of the beloved Jarvey and then cared for Cookie as the old creature faded away from heartbreak at the loss of it's master. Then she set out to look for a job. At twenty, with long legs and an unbreakable moral fiber she knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to help other young men and women see the wonder in animals, magical and otherwise, so she applied for a teaching job at Hogwarts. The headmaster declared her too young. Besides, Hagrid still had many good years in him as a teacher and a groundskeeper. Tabby didn't mind, and instead went off adventuring. She watched wild dragons in Romania, she studied the Giant Kelpie, commonly called the Loch Ness Monster, she managed to take a picture of a Nundu and escape the area unharmed, lastly she tried to engage in a competition of riddles and puzzles with a sphinx, with the condition that, should she win, it would become her pet. Unfortunately after the sphinx lost (in the 27th round), rather than following the rules that had been set it attacked her. Quick thinking and quicker action allowed her to keep her limbs, but she bore the deep talon marks from the angry creatures claws on her back.
She returned to Hogwarts with her accomplishments under her belt, and this time the headmaster accepted her. She was instated as the new Care of Magical Creatures teacher and immediately began to thrill, fascinate and captivate her students. There was very little book work and almost no writing to her class style. She was hands on, after all, if you could handle a beast you clearly knew it well enough in her mind.
Roleplay Sample: Gaia's office was quiet as she worked on the bewitched clock. The only sound was the occasional squeak of protest from the screws of the clock as she took the back off of it. A set of magical teeth on the face of the talking clock were embedded in her black, dragon-hide glove as she worked the screws to remove the back. The spells that made the clock magical, and unsuited for muggle ownership, had been applied to internal components of the clock. A particularly loud squeal of metallic protest told her that the screw had likely been stripped when whoever had spelled the clock had put the back on. She wrinkled her nose to the side, pursing her lips.
"Dumbass moron technogeek law breaking spell monger." She growled under her breath. She set her screwdriver down on her desk and leaned over, opening a mismatched oakwood drawer on the mahogany desk and digging out a different tool. This one was of her own invention and would get out even the most stubborn of screws or nails with enough force. She slid the lip under the edge of the stripped screw and popped the rest of the head of her tool over the screw, holding it in place. She then began to push, forcing the screw up and out of it's hold. Eventually the screw came out and the cover popped off.
"Whew... Finally. I was getting worried that this'd never be done." She plucked out the bespelled components and raised her wand, it took a few tries, but she eventually discovered which spells had been put on which pieces. Then she used the counter spells and presto, the clock was an ordinary clock again. With a sigh she placed the cover back on and replaced the working screws. She binned the stripped screw and pulled open a walnut drawer, pulling out a matching screw from a packet without even looking. She screwed it in carefully and held the clock up. Ordinary as could be and ready to be sold to anyone again. She smiled and set it in a pile of of finished objects in an orange crate at the side of her beat up, mismatched and patched together desk. She loved her job. Sure, the pay wasn't all it could be, but she got to do things she found fun. She raised her hand, running her fingers over the shell of her ear, even tracing the notch in it. She looked at her skin and then turned it darker for fun, with that she also turned her hair a pretty henna red and her eyes an unnatural shade of violet. She leaned back in her chair, looking around the small room. The water damaged ceiling, the mismatched burgundy and bubblegum walls, the patched together desk that was spartan aside from what she needed to work, the old cafeteria chair with it's patched cushions and spello-taped and rusty back, the nameplate on the desk, the open pinewood door, the busy people outside her room; she sighed happily and stood up, stretching. She was done with work for now, unless someone called in another issue. She walked out the door, waving to her boss.
"I'm gonna take a lunch break. Send a note if you need me. I'll be back in a few hours, mmmkay?" She loped out, leaving her purse in her room and closing the old door. She padded out, past the other departments, past her fellow ministry workers, and a few creatures and visitors. Finally she made her way to the courtyard, where people were selling food and other items. She wandered for a few moments, and then purchased a container of fish and chips. She wandered engaging in one of her favorite activities, people watching, as she nibbled her lunch. People were oddly interesting as long as she didn't have to interact with them. She hummed, watching a couple make out over where they thought they were hidden. She smirked a little; it would be nice to have a relationship, but she had to work on her job and she probably needed to get out of renting an apartment as well. She sighed and shrugged, finishing her chips and tossing the newspaper the meal had been wrapped in in a trash bin and loping back toward her job.
She'd been away from her desk a little under two hours, she waved to her boss and entered her office once more. There was still nothing to do, so she hopped up on the desk. It wobbled a bit, but not so much that she couldn't lay down and fall asleep on it, reverting to her natural physical appearance. Her legs dangled off one end, and her hair off the other, but she wasn't bothered. Her boss rolled his eyes, but didn't bother yelling. She'd sleep if she wanted, besides, unless someone else wanted or needed her abilities she was essentially done with work for the day. Why didn't she just clock out? Then again, every hour she was at the office or out on work paid her a little more. She made maybe 320 galleons a year, she couldn't really afford to check out early and lose pay.
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Character
Hair color: mahogany red-brown with gold-brown tips and darker underside
Bloodline: VERY mixed lineage (Veela(grandmother), witch (mother), muggle(grandmother), giant(great(x5) grandmother), vampire (unknown when), werebeast (feline)(father))
Profession: Care of Magical Creatures professor
House: Was Homeschooled
Markings: Her arms are nothing but scars from animals, has some scars on her back from a bad run-in with a sphinx, only notable scar is a crescent moon under her left eye. Has a Celtic knot on her left wrist, an eye made of 2 crescent moons, one full moon, and one new moon on the underside of her right wrist, a pack of wolves howling at a moon all over her back, a Japanese-style tiger on her left thigh and an Asian dragon on her right, a semi-covered rose on her butt, and ‘Buchi neko’ (ぶち猫) (tabby cat) on the back of her neck.
Likes: animals, adrenaline-inducing activities, being outside, snow, sun, light rain, raw meat, fruit, breaking the rules, helping students, being as different as possible
Dislikes: people, being bored/boring activities, being stuck inside, big storms, ice, overcooked foods, most veggies, making/following rules, cheating students, having to conform
Strengths: Tabby is stubborn as a mountain, flexible as a reed, fathomless as the Black Lake, and mysterious as the Forest. She can fight in a variety of fashions, with almost any weapon or even without a weapon. She learns enough about animals to essentially communicate with them on their own level. Tabby doesn’t give up until she’s done or dead with any task she’s given.
Weaknesses: She has a hair-trigger temper, is sometimes too stubborn for her own good, never tells others what’s on her mind (even when she should), and doesn’t think or care about consequences.
Bogart: A basilisk
Dementor: Her fathers’ death at the hands of a muggle ‘werewolf hunter’
Patronus: A liger
Animagus: In the process of learning to be an Animagus, not one yet (teaching-self) (form not established)
Mirror of Erised: Taming one of the creatures in the ministry lists as ‘untamable’ (specifically a sphinx)
Detailed Personality: Tabby can be either the happy-go-luckiest person in the world or the surliest person in the world, depending on how she views you. Her initial way of deal with everyone is to be surly, bitchy, grouchy, and antisocial. If you can handle her at her worst, and don't piss her off too regularly, you'll find the fun-loving, cheerful and always willing to help side of her that indicates you've become a friend to her. Once you're her friend it will take a major betrayal to make her stop being a loyal friend to you.
Tabby lives for her animals and to help save nature, when she's not teaching, planning a lesson or grading a lesson she's reading the muggle's 'national geographic', or one of several wizarding ecology magazines. She sometimes get's artsy, and her quarters at Hogwarts are decorated with wind chimes, stained glass, dream catchers, posters, paintings, and photographs of magical creatures. Many of the paintings and photographs are of her own making. She keeps her lessons fun and lively, she hates 'observe A, then describe B' style lessons, and so she makes her students work hands on. Because of what she enjoys her lessons follow a pattern of 'tell me what you know about A, good, we're going to handle 'A', at the end of the lesson go read 'B' at the library for homework. Next week we'll do more handling and I want you to make a physical presentation of 'A' and show us what you've learned by week four.' set up. She listens to what students say when it comes to how her lessons are set up. If they think a lesson was too boring, or too hard she'll change it later. She lives to teach, and to learn.
She lives with her past in the past and refuses to drudge it up. She prefers when others do the same around her. She keeps many exotic pets, of both the muggle and magical variety and treasures them all. She has no interest in romance and often disturbs those in the midst of a romantic moment 'just for the the hell of it'. She strongly believes in family values and if she catches a student bad-mouthing a member of their (or her) family she will not hesitate to slam them into a three week detention. She tends to ignore other authority figures and act as if she herself isn't one. There are two easy ways to get her to do what you want: 1) Suggest that she CAN'T do it. 2) Dare her to do it. If you try to tell her to do something you will most likely get flipped the bird and have a mastiff try to bite you in the behind.
Family:
Mother: Christa Morgan McKiernan 62 years old, witch, healer
Father: Richard Andrew McKiernan deceased half-blood werewolf unemployed
Younger Sister: Angela Kathrine “Kitty” McKiernan 18 years old, witch, ‘escort’
Paternal Grandmother: Angela Paula McKiernan 91 years old, muggle, retired
Maternal Grandmother: Helena Beth Reins 97 years old, Veela, singer
History:[/ul] Christa was a young American woman who attended Salem Witches' Institute and was visiting London to learn other ways that magical people lived. While she was in London she met Richie, at the time a perfectly intact young wizard who worked for Gringotts. The two kept in contact via owl for the next three months before starting to date, using the Flu Network to go back and forth between America and England. Then Richie was attacked by a were-beast that he could only identify as feline while on assignment in a remote part of India. After he came back to London he was quietly 'retired' and tried to break off all contact with Christa. Christa was stubborn however and dragged her entire (rather racially mixed) family to London where she proceeded to drag Richie out of his house and somewhat bullied him into marrying her. They were 22 at the time.
14 years later they tried to have a child for the first time. Their son died suddenly of SIDS when he was three months old. They tried again three months later, and this time they had Tabby. At first they were worried that Tabby wouldn't make it. She was small, pale, sickly, and her father worried that she'd picked up Lycanthropy from him because of her apparent preference of blood to milk. However the healers assured them that she would grow and that she was not affected by his condition, she simply had sharp teeth and a biting streak that she would grow out of. Boy did she ever grow. By the time she was three years old she had gone from being nearly a fourth smaller than the average for children her age to being four feet tall. That year Kitty was born and Tabby started to become a rather independent young girl. She made lunches that she took to her pre-school every day, and she did her homework without being forced, and begged her parents for a 'funny talking ferret' like her grandpa had.
Her mother was worried that she wouldn't be magical because she had not yet displayed any of the usual signs of magic that young children her age usually displayed. Instead of giving her a magical pet like the one she'd requested they got her a dog. Abruptly named Teether the 5 month old rottweiler-wolf mix became a horse, diary, and best friend to Tabby. She'd thread a rope through his harness, tie it to her little red wagon and use his leash like a set of reigns to get anywhere. That Halloween Tabby, her father, and Teether went trick-or-treating, with Tabby dressed as a pirate, her wagon decorated as a pirate ship, and Teether dressed as the kraken. The next night was a full moon and so Tabbies father went out, as he always did, to change. Wolfs Bane potions did nothing for him, since he didn't turn into a wolf. Since Kitty was suffering from Colic at the time Christa was busy caring for the younger girl, leaving Tabby and Teether to their own devices. Tabby, not understanding why her father left once a month, decided to hook up Teether and find out what secret grown-up things he did.
After a lot of walking, she and Teether were able to locate her father, more than 20 miles away in a very secluded area of woods, where he chained himself in a cave every full moon. He'd always been careful not to leave a trail, but someone had been watching anyways. Even though they couldn't have found him alone, a four year old with a massive dog wasn't hard to follow. The werewolf hunting muggle knocked Tabby and her dog aside and charged in, firing silver bullets at the striped and maned beast that had never harmed a soul. A stray bullet ricocheted off of one of the chains and struck Teether in the head, killing the poor year-old puppy instantly and covering Tabby in blood. Tabby tried to fight her fathers attacker, not fully understanding what was going on, but loving her father no less for his condition. The attacker kicked her away and she was left unconscious.
Two days later her mother and grandparents found her in the woods, along with her dead dog and the dead, skinned body of her father. Apparently the werewolf hunter sold the skins of the 'beasts' he killed on a black market of some sort. Tabby was taken to St. Mungo's for shock and therapy, but it would be years before she spoke again.
When Tabby was 11 a letter came from Hogwarts, saying that if her mother so chose she could be signed up for one of the many lesson programs they had running while the school was rebuilt. Christa declined, her daughter still didn't speak and it was too hard to chauffeur two little girls to different places. She taught her daughter on her own, starting with potions and other lessons that required little to no speaking. Nothing really got Tabby's attention. Two years later her mother had run out of basic lessons to teach Tabby, who by now could have gotten a O on the OWL's for Potions, History of Magic, Herbology and Astronomy. Desperate, the frazzled single mother turned to unconventional methods, not wanting to teach Tabby silent spells quite yet. Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy and Study of Ancient Runes came next; and with them, the cure for the 9 years of silence and depression that had permeated the lives of the McKiernan family. During her very first Care of Magical Creatures lesson, handling her grandfathers' old Jarvey Cookie, brought a smile to her face. Then came Kneazles, which brought the first sound from her throat in 9 years, a broken but happy little giggle as three kneazle kittens tried to investigate her hands at the same time, their bristly whiskers tickling the sensitive skin.
From there she only improved. Every day, every lesson, she made more sounds, until on the morning of her fourteenth birthday she spoke for the first time since her fathers' death. "G'mornin Mum!" Two simple words that shattered the world around her. From there she became rabid about speaking. Spells, books, movies, questions; everything she'd bottled up since she was young poured out of her mouth in a nearly un-ending stream. Her mother was proud of her daughter, and especially proud of how quickly Tabby seemed to grasp even the most complex of spells. When she was taken to the ministry the next year for her OWL exam she passed with flying colors, all of her lessons were graded O for outstanding. Her mother considered sending her to Salem or the re-opened Hogwarts, but decided against it, instead choosing to continue schooling her daughters at home. Tabby flew threw lessons, always dragging out time to spend with animals or in the park. She volunteered at an animal shelter and helped plant trees and buses near new complex's. She continued to grow, always taller than Kitty, passing her mother in height, and becoming 'all legs like a giraffe'.
Her father's father died the week before she was scheduled to take her NEWT's at the ministry, and so they rescheduled a month later. Three weeks after she passed her mothers' father suffered a stroke and begged to be put out of his misery, the doctors conceded and the old man died surrounded by his family, leaving Cookie and her offspring to Tabby. Tabby took care to find good homes for the offspring of the beloved Jarvey and then cared for Cookie as the old creature faded away from heartbreak at the loss of it's master. Then she set out to look for a job. At twenty, with long legs and an unbreakable moral fiber she knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to help other young men and women see the wonder in animals, magical and otherwise, so she applied for a teaching job at Hogwarts. The headmaster declared her too young. Besides, Hagrid still had many good years in him as a teacher and a groundskeeper. Tabby didn't mind, and instead went off adventuring. She watched wild dragons in Romania, she studied the Giant Kelpie, commonly called the Loch Ness Monster, she managed to take a picture of a Nundu and escape the area unharmed, lastly she tried to engage in a competition of riddles and puzzles with a sphinx, with the condition that, should she win, it would become her pet. Unfortunately after the sphinx lost (in the 27th round), rather than following the rules that had been set it attacked her. Quick thinking and quicker action allowed her to keep her limbs, but she bore the deep talon marks from the angry creatures claws on her back.
She returned to Hogwarts with her accomplishments under her belt, and this time the headmaster accepted her. She was instated as the new Care of Magical Creatures teacher and immediately began to thrill, fascinate and captivate her students. There was very little book work and almost no writing to her class style. She was hands on, after all, if you could handle a beast you clearly knew it well enough in her mind.
Roleplay Sample: Gaia's office was quiet as she worked on the bewitched clock. The only sound was the occasional squeak of protest from the screws of the clock as she took the back off of it. A set of magical teeth on the face of the talking clock were embedded in her black, dragon-hide glove as she worked the screws to remove the back. The spells that made the clock magical, and unsuited for muggle ownership, had been applied to internal components of the clock. A particularly loud squeal of metallic protest told her that the screw had likely been stripped when whoever had spelled the clock had put the back on. She wrinkled her nose to the side, pursing her lips.
"Dumbass moron technogeek law breaking spell monger." She growled under her breath. She set her screwdriver down on her desk and leaned over, opening a mismatched oakwood drawer on the mahogany desk and digging out a different tool. This one was of her own invention and would get out even the most stubborn of screws or nails with enough force. She slid the lip under the edge of the stripped screw and popped the rest of the head of her tool over the screw, holding it in place. She then began to push, forcing the screw up and out of it's hold. Eventually the screw came out and the cover popped off.
"Whew... Finally. I was getting worried that this'd never be done." She plucked out the bespelled components and raised her wand, it took a few tries, but she eventually discovered which spells had been put on which pieces. Then she used the counter spells and presto, the clock was an ordinary clock again. With a sigh she placed the cover back on and replaced the working screws. She binned the stripped screw and pulled open a walnut drawer, pulling out a matching screw from a packet without even looking. She screwed it in carefully and held the clock up. Ordinary as could be and ready to be sold to anyone again. She smiled and set it in a pile of of finished objects in an orange crate at the side of her beat up, mismatched and patched together desk. She loved her job. Sure, the pay wasn't all it could be, but she got to do things she found fun. She raised her hand, running her fingers over the shell of her ear, even tracing the notch in it. She looked at her skin and then turned it darker for fun, with that she also turned her hair a pretty henna red and her eyes an unnatural shade of violet. She leaned back in her chair, looking around the small room. The water damaged ceiling, the mismatched burgundy and bubblegum walls, the patched together desk that was spartan aside from what she needed to work, the old cafeteria chair with it's patched cushions and spello-taped and rusty back, the nameplate on the desk, the open pinewood door, the busy people outside her room; she sighed happily and stood up, stretching. She was done with work for now, unless someone called in another issue. She walked out the door, waving to her boss.
"I'm gonna take a lunch break. Send a note if you need me. I'll be back in a few hours, mmmkay?" She loped out, leaving her purse in her room and closing the old door. She padded out, past the other departments, past her fellow ministry workers, and a few creatures and visitors. Finally she made her way to the courtyard, where people were selling food and other items. She wandered for a few moments, and then purchased a container of fish and chips. She wandered engaging in one of her favorite activities, people watching, as she nibbled her lunch. People were oddly interesting as long as she didn't have to interact with them. She hummed, watching a couple make out over where they thought they were hidden. She smirked a little; it would be nice to have a relationship, but she had to work on her job and she probably needed to get out of renting an apartment as well. She sighed and shrugged, finishing her chips and tossing the newspaper the meal had been wrapped in in a trash bin and loping back toward her job.
She'd been away from her desk a little under two hours, she waved to her boss and entered her office once more. There was still nothing to do, so she hopped up on the desk. It wobbled a bit, but not so much that she couldn't lay down and fall asleep on it, reverting to her natural physical appearance. Her legs dangled off one end, and her hair off the other, but she wasn't bothered. Her boss rolled his eyes, but didn't bother yelling. She'd sleep if she wanted, besides, unless someone else wanted or needed her abilities she was essentially done with work for the day. Why didn't she just clock out? Then again, every hour she was at the office or out on work paid her a little more. She made maybe 320 galleons a year, she couldn't really afford to check out early and lose pay.
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