Post by Dr. Damon Harbinger on Mar 28, 2007 19:45:34 GMT -5
[In real life, what is your name?]
Emily Margaret Marcelle Davidson
[In real life, are you 13 years old or older?]
I am 18
[Name:] Dr. Damon Harbinger
[Age:] 30
[Birthdate:] January 12th, 1977
[Position:] Mythology and, if needed, Doctor
[Bloodline:] Pure-blood
[Wand:] 7" Oak with Dragon Heart string core
[Broom:] N/A
[Physical Description:] 6 ft tall with deep grey eyes, short black hair, pale complexion, lean build, and wears suits and turtlenecks often because of an insecurity about the body. Bears scars across the back from whiplashes (explained more in history).
[Personality:] Depends on the company. Alone, can be depressive and haunted easily. With a patient or coworker, almost cold and unfailingly polite. With friends, quick to laugh and joke but jokes are often dry and filled with bitting sarcasm.
[Strengths:] Professionalism, polite, perfectionist (at least at his work), kind (with friends), fair
[Weaknesses:] Cold (or seen as such), perfectionist, strict (with rules), claustrophobic (see History for explanation)
[Place of Birth:] Anadyr, Russia
[Nationality:] Russian
[Languages:] English, Russian, French, Latin
[Parents:] Sarah (deceased) and Pietrov Harbinger
[Siblings:] None
[History:] Born in a small town with a population of less than 12,000, Damon was well known as the bad omen of the village. Wherever he went, death and disease seemed to follow. His mother was no exception. She died when he was but three years old.
His Father, being angry with the loss of his wife and the shame brought to the family by Damon, sold the boy to others for whatever use they saw fit for him and as a result, was treated as a slave for the majority of his childhood when he didn't attend school. He bears scars on his back to this day as proof of this life and his fear of small dark spaces is a result of the places where he was often punished in various inhumane ways.
When he turned eighteen, he had been brilliant enough to attend Oxford University, where, on a full scholarship, he was able to graduate nine years later with a medical degree and a new found fluency in four languages; his native Russian, English, French, and Latin. He also received a Master's Degree in Comparative Religion.
[Credentials:] Medical Doctorate from Oxford University, Minor in Comparative Religion, also from Oxford University
[Years of Service:] 5 years of residency at Municipal Children's Hospital N13 in Moscow as an Intensive Care physician (or Intensivist) and worked part time as a professor at a local University as a mythology teacher during the same five years.
[Special Talents/Info:] Can use some magic, although it is limited, used by Asian countries. Usually these are talisman spells.
[What do you foresee being the main duties of your job?] Take care of the ill and the injured well enough to send them on their way without any serious complications and give each student a decent understanding of religions and mythologies of the past and present of all corners of the globe.
[Owl, Cat, Toad, Rat, or Tarantula? Or anything else?] Flying Fox (a type of fruit bat)
[Anything else?] Hates being touched, especially on the back or shoulders, because of his past.
[Please complete the following writing sample:]
Professors:
Damon turned to his class, a charmed piece of chalk poised in front of the board to write out the notes he had already charmed into it, the heading of which (Ancient Mythology: Ancient Egypt) was already in place. "Alright, young ones," he started, keeping a sharp eye on those he could almost sense starting to doze off already. "Before we get into any of the names of the Gods or Goddesses of Ancient Egypt, we must first understand why it was these people followed the Gods they did, why the rituals they performed were as 'Barbaric' as they were. Would anyone care to take a guess as to why this is?"
[Or:]
Other Staff:
With strong arms, Dr. Harbinger wasted no time in scooping up the fallen child and rushing him to a bed on the far end of the Medical Wing, pulling his wand from his pocket and lighting it, opening each eye and flashing the light in it. "Pupils responsive," he muttered to himself and set the wand aside, instead grabbing a small wrist while staring at his magically charmed watch, counting the pulse between his fingers carefully. After ten seconds, he let go."Pulse is fine." Letting one hand hover over the child's face, he waited until he felt the stead breathing against his fingers before relaxing. "Air ways are open." Now that it was determined the child's life was not in any immediate danger, it was time to check everything else.
Emily Margaret Marcelle Davidson
[In real life, are you 13 years old or older?]
I am 18
[Name:] Dr. Damon Harbinger
[Age:] 30
[Birthdate:] January 12th, 1977
[Position:] Mythology and, if needed, Doctor
[Bloodline:] Pure-blood
[Wand:] 7" Oak with Dragon Heart string core
[Broom:] N/A
[Physical Description:] 6 ft tall with deep grey eyes, short black hair, pale complexion, lean build, and wears suits and turtlenecks often because of an insecurity about the body. Bears scars across the back from whiplashes (explained more in history).
[Personality:] Depends on the company. Alone, can be depressive and haunted easily. With a patient or coworker, almost cold and unfailingly polite. With friends, quick to laugh and joke but jokes are often dry and filled with bitting sarcasm.
[Strengths:] Professionalism, polite, perfectionist (at least at his work), kind (with friends), fair
[Weaknesses:] Cold (or seen as such), perfectionist, strict (with rules), claustrophobic (see History for explanation)
[Place of Birth:] Anadyr, Russia
[Nationality:] Russian
[Languages:] English, Russian, French, Latin
[Parents:] Sarah (deceased) and Pietrov Harbinger
[Siblings:] None
[History:] Born in a small town with a population of less than 12,000, Damon was well known as the bad omen of the village. Wherever he went, death and disease seemed to follow. His mother was no exception. She died when he was but three years old.
His Father, being angry with the loss of his wife and the shame brought to the family by Damon, sold the boy to others for whatever use they saw fit for him and as a result, was treated as a slave for the majority of his childhood when he didn't attend school. He bears scars on his back to this day as proof of this life and his fear of small dark spaces is a result of the places where he was often punished in various inhumane ways.
When he turned eighteen, he had been brilliant enough to attend Oxford University, where, on a full scholarship, he was able to graduate nine years later with a medical degree and a new found fluency in four languages; his native Russian, English, French, and Latin. He also received a Master's Degree in Comparative Religion.
[Credentials:] Medical Doctorate from Oxford University, Minor in Comparative Religion, also from Oxford University
[Years of Service:] 5 years of residency at Municipal Children's Hospital N13 in Moscow as an Intensive Care physician (or Intensivist) and worked part time as a professor at a local University as a mythology teacher during the same five years.
[Special Talents/Info:] Can use some magic, although it is limited, used by Asian countries. Usually these are talisman spells.
[What do you foresee being the main duties of your job?] Take care of the ill and the injured well enough to send them on their way without any serious complications and give each student a decent understanding of religions and mythologies of the past and present of all corners of the globe.
[Owl, Cat, Toad, Rat, or Tarantula? Or anything else?] Flying Fox (a type of fruit bat)
[Anything else?] Hates being touched, especially on the back or shoulders, because of his past.
[Please complete the following writing sample:]
Professors:
Damon turned to his class, a charmed piece of chalk poised in front of the board to write out the notes he had already charmed into it, the heading of which (Ancient Mythology: Ancient Egypt) was already in place. "Alright, young ones," he started, keeping a sharp eye on those he could almost sense starting to doze off already. "Before we get into any of the names of the Gods or Goddesses of Ancient Egypt, we must first understand why it was these people followed the Gods they did, why the rituals they performed were as 'Barbaric' as they were. Would anyone care to take a guess as to why this is?"
[Or:]
Other Staff:
With strong arms, Dr. Harbinger wasted no time in scooping up the fallen child and rushing him to a bed on the far end of the Medical Wing, pulling his wand from his pocket and lighting it, opening each eye and flashing the light in it. "Pupils responsive," he muttered to himself and set the wand aside, instead grabbing a small wrist while staring at his magically charmed watch, counting the pulse between his fingers carefully. After ten seconds, he let go."Pulse is fine." Letting one hand hover over the child's face, he waited until he felt the stead breathing against his fingers before relaxing. "Air ways are open." Now that it was determined the child's life was not in any immediate danger, it was time to check everything else.
