Post by .::marcus gideon foxxe on Dec 13, 2008 1:35:36 GMT -5
Marcus Gideon Foxxe
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Name/Alias: tg
Age: old
RP Experience: 4ish years
How Did You Found Us: support
How Much Time Do You Plan To Spend Here Per Week: As much as I can.
Other Characters: Johanna Devarhoe
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Character's Full Name: Marcus Gideon Foxxe
Nicknames: Mark, Professor Foxxe
Age: 26
Subject: Muggle Studies
Canon or Original: Original
Former House: Ravenclaw
Birthday: September 22nd
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Half-Blood
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Play By: Matthew Gray Gubler
Appearance:
It's easy to tell by looking at Marcus that he would go down easily in a physical fight. He's almost six foot nine, and his muscles are nearly non-existent, leaving him remarkably thin, and weak in appearance. Although he's not the first person that would come to mind when one thinks of a good looking guy, his appearance grows on you, eventually leading to the admittance that, yes, he's cute. He wears his hair long, and straight, but it tends to mess up at the ends, making a small curl at his neck, and he often lets his facial hair grow into a small beard. His brown eyes are almost constantly set in dark circles, a result of losing track of time, when he should be sleeping.
Marcus tends to wear average muggle clothes, nothing too fancy, but comfortable. Usually a pair of blue-jeans, and a tee-shirt, or sweater. When teaching, he throws on a cloak, and a tie over the muggle wear, rather than changing into full wizards robes.
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Likes:
~>Milk
~>Muggles
~>The letter 'G'
~>Coffee
~>Music
~>Winter
~>Snowmen
~>Herbology
~>Dogs
~>Writing
~>Blue
~>Painting
~>Potion making
Dislike:
~>Yellow
~>Heights
~>Wasting time
~>People singing along with music.
~>Lettuce
~>Divination
~>Using magic when it's not necessary.
~>Bad Grammar
~>Loud Birds
Strengths:
~>Spelling and Grammar
~>Teaching & Leading
~>Painting
~>Singing
~>Quick on his feet
~>Intelligent
Weaknesses:
~>Tells really bad jokes.
~>Wimp
~>Rambles off topic
~>Cheap Drunk
~>Mildly obsessive compulsive.
Boggart: Pointing fingers
Patronus: Deer
Personality:
Marcus has a quirky personality, and likes to talk. He's constantly up to something, hating to waste time, and that often involves socializing, usually to come up with inspiration for one of his many artistic hobbies. Though some of his jokes may come off as funny if delivered right, Marcus seems incapable of achieving that delivery at most times, and usually, his jokes are just bad to begin with. Once in a while he sets off a good one though.
He is easily the most immature of the professors at Hogwarts. He's very energetic, and joking, though, as stated before, his jokes suck. He does enjoy playing jokes on people, usually just small, simply put pranks, that are harmless, but annoying. He knows better than to do this to the students, so the other faculty members are usually at the brunt of it. Occasionally, he will play a joke on his class, but again, they are just harmless pranks, and are usually set up before the class even enters the room.
He has a very unique, and creative way of thinking, and knows how to get people involved in something. You could say he's an eccentric. He comes up with idea's, some good, some horrible, that others wouldn't have thought of in a century, and is always excited to test them.
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Father: Blaine David Foxxe
Mother: Jordan Emily Foxxe-O'Brian
Siblings: David Foxxe, 15
Other Family:
Daughter:: Isabelle Emily Baryll-Foxxe, 2 years
Ex-Wife:: Mariam Anna Baryll
History:
Born to a muggle woman, and a wizard father, Marcus Gideon Foxxe was fortunate enough to be able to enjoy both worlds, and gain an appreciation for both as well. He would aide his mother in tasks like cooking and cleaning, using muggle cleaners, and forgetting about magic almost completely until his father got home, and started waving his wand around, setting the table, and cleaning the high surfaces that his wife and child couldn't reach. As fascinated as he was by the magical world, Marcus hardly showed any sign of being from wizarding heritage at all, and all three of them were convinced that he was a muggle, like his mother.
The day that Marcus received his letter from Hogwarts was a shock to his family. You would think that a non-magic woman would want her son to grow up and be like her, but that was not the case with very pregnant Jordan Foxxe-O'Brian. She was more proud of her son on this day than she had been on his first steps, first words, or any of his other firsts. They all agreed that the reason he hadn't shown any magical prowess was because he had grown accustomed to doing things without it.
Going to Hogwarts was exciting at first, just like it would be for any student, but it wore off fast. Marcus was the subject of much teasing, his own dorm mates choosing to have a go at his habit of making his bed, folding his clothes, and cleaning is section of the room without even attempting a levitation spell to aide him. Although Marcus was proud that he could perform magic, and he was rather good at charms, he preferred to use magic only when necessary. He also preferred to do his own cleaning, rather than leaving it for the house elves, this way everything always ended up where he wanted it to go. This teasing continued through all seven years of school, and eventually just being on the grounds became a chore to him. Eventually other students joined in, teasing him about his tall lanky appearance, and some choosing to poke at his heritage. He preferred classes where he didn't need to wave around a wand to get good marks. These classes included potions, herbology, muggle studies, and, at first divination. He grew to hate divination, having been told too many times that he had no talent for it, and dropped the course before he even reached the end of his first term in the class.
Graduation day from the school was the best day he had ever had there. He left with top marks in muggle studies, and herbology, and had even managed to make a few friends with hufflepuffs in his final year. The first thing he did with his life, before even attempting to find a job, was spend the next two years at home with his mother, and younger brother, who upon Marcus graduating was going on seven years old. He hadn't had much time to get to know his younger brother, having only been home for the holidays over the last seven years, but he did know that, like himself, David didn't show much talent for magic either. They all knew that he would end up in Hogwarts though, from the occasional magical mishap around the house.
When Marcus finally did go out and look for a job, he had many difficulties. There were few opportunities in the wizarding world for someone with his skills, and the muggles around their home seemed wary of him, even though he knew exactly how to act to fit in with them. After a few months of looking, when he was about to turn twenty, Marcus found a position that suited him just fine, the Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts. Although he wasn't too eager to return to the school, most of the younger students who had given him a hard time were still attending at this time as seventh years, he took the position with a grain of salt, and found that he rather enjoyed it. It was much easier to be in the school when he was teaching, rather than learning.
Before too long teaching at the school, Marcus was married to Mariam Baryll, a muggle woman he met at the beginning of a summer. Perhaps they moved a little too fast, or maybe he just should have told her the truth sooner, but by the end of the summer, when it was time for him to return to teaching, they were married, the truth was told, and she filed for divorce. The marriage lasted a while two weeks. The relationship in total lasted only two months. The divorcing process lasted almost a year due to the baby, which Marcus found out about a few weeks after the divorce, when he recieved an owl from his mother, informing him that Mariam was pregnant with his child. Although relations between Mariam and Marcus are stressed, they both love their daughter, and know fully well that she may end up in Hogwarts as well.
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RP Sample:
As Johanna, but nyeh. It's good enough for me. ^.^With the stuffy, medical smell of the hospital wing left behind, Johanna was left now only to fend off her brother insisting that he didn't need help making it back to the Gryffindor common room. Alan had been one of the students unfortunate enough to have some down with this mysterious illness that was sweeping the school. Johanna, being more stubborn than was usually in her nature had refused to either leave the hospital wing, or even shut her mouth until Alan had been aloud to leave and spend the night in his own bed. He had insisted that he was well enough, and both of them were sure that there was someone else in the school who probably needed the space more. The nurse had been kind enough to allow them to leave, after hours of constant nagging, under the condition that Johanna keep an eye on her brother at least until morning.
"You had better not be faking." Johanna grumbled from under the heavy arm of her dark toned brother, fully aware of his acting ability, and even more aware of his ability to be sick at will. It was obvious that he wasn't faking, he wasn't that crude, but it still made Johanna sour that she had to stay in the Gryffindor tower tonight, instead of being able to sleep in her own bed. The two of them shuffled their way toward the Gryffindor common room, aware that the only people awake at this time of night were professors, walking the hallways, assuring that all of the students were in bed. It didn't bother either of them though. They had a perfectly good reason for being out. Not that this was a good thing.
When they finally made it to the gryffindor common room, Johanna said the password. The two of them always shared their passwords. They were closer than most siblings, mainly due to the fact that they weren't actually related, an obvious fact. Both of them were surprised to see two students awake, conversing. It was only after they realized who the two were that the surprise wore off. One was Potter if Johanna remembered right. The other was also in Alan's year, but Johanna had never been able to remember his name. "James. Remus." She heard Alan greeting them. "I think you've met Johanna."
Johanna carried his weight only as far as the nearest full length coach, before ducking out from under his arm, and nudging him, at which point he flopped loudly into the cushions. The light from the low fireplace not only danced across Johanna's snowy skin, but seemed to reflect off of it, creating a ghostly effect. Johanna nodded at the two in greeting, before flopping down in a chair facing away from the fire. She adjusted her black button down shirt, flung her feet over the arm of the chair and slouched against the other arm. Not even a minute passed before she could hear Alan's heavy breathing, a sure sign that the tall, muscled teen was fast asleep on the couch.
