Post by Becca Davenport on Feb 2, 2009 22:18:05 GMT -5
Accepted! Welcome to Hogwarts: The New Ages
Full Character Name: Rebecca Louise Davenport
D.o.B./Age: March 15, 1974 / 54
Place of Residency: London, England/Hogwarts, Scotland
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Position Requesting: Care of Magical Creatures Professor
Credentials:
Hogwarts (Ravenclaw) Class of 1992
NEWT Scores
Astronomy - E
Charms - O
Defense Against the Dark Arts - A
Herbology - O
History of Magic - A
Potions - O
Transfiguration - O
Muggle Studies - E
Arithmancy - O
Divination - A
Ancient Runes - O
Care of the Magical Creatures - O
*Studied Magical Veterinary care for 5 years (informally) with Mr. Rubeus Hagrid while studying Muggle veterinary medicine through the London Zoo
*Worked summer holidays at Snidget reserve in Wales under Mdm. Taralyn Brown
*Studied two years on a dragon reserve in Romania under Mr. Charles Weasley
*Interned one year on an Adlartuktu reindeer farm in the Arctic under the supervision of Mr. Nicholas St. Kringle
*Worked 3 years at the Ministry of Magic (Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures-Beast Division, Office of Conservation and Preservation)
*Magizoology professor at Hogwarts after retirement of Prof. Hagrid
History:
Rebecca was born into a fairly normal middle-class wizarding family. Her father, William, was a half-blooded wizard who worked for the Ministry, while Charlotte, a Muggle born, preferred to stay at home, tending garden and raising her two children.
Rebecca was born four years after her older brother Garrett, and it was clear from the beginning that little Becca marched to her own drummer. While she was an avid reader growing up, she could often be found collecting fairies or lying on her back in her mother's garden, just contemplating clouds.
Not to say that Becca was a calm little girl. She loved following her older brother around getting into the same sorts of scrapes he did and quite often, trying to prove herself in his eyes by taking his dares. She had an affinity for collecting worms, which her mother would pull out of her pockets when she came in from the garden and she would often steal the neighbors’ cats to play dress up with them. Once her older brother went off to Hogwarts, Becca was left at home alone with her mother, but her escapades continued and she enjoyed sharing her latest adventure (which might be true as often as not) with her brother when he came home.
At eleven, she was admitted into Hogwarts, the only Ravenclaw in a family of Gryffindors. Her parents considered it a circumstance as offbeat as she was. In classes, the professors found her a hard student to understand. She might be caught daydreaming in class, only to answer perfectly when called on. Her occasional off-the-wall responses would often leave her teachers and classmates puzzled and she never seemed too concerned that many people looked at her oddly. The only person who seemed to understand her was the large game keeper, or perhaps he only tolerated her because she helped with the animals.
With a mind that seemed to be scattered or even void of all thought at times, she surprisingly found a love of the more orderly subjects such as Potions, Runes, and Arithmancy. While she succeeded in most of her classes, it was Care of Magical Creatures where she found her place. During her free times… and not always free times… she would wander down to the caretaker’s hut to visit and see what kind of creatures he was tending to.
Upon leaving Hogwarts, Becca spent a few years flitting back and forth between internships gaining experience with a wide variety of magical creatures. At the age of 25, she came home began her research on Kelpies and settled into a position with the Ministry in their Creatures Department in order to focus on the subject more. Finding the office experience valuable, but still rather stifling, Becca chose to return to Hogwarts where the position of Creatures Professor was opening.
Personality Description:
Becca is most often a cheerful and an easy going sort of person. She tends to get lost in her own thoughts and will often be found humming to herself or staring off into space. It might take a moment or two to fully get her attention when you call her, but once you have it, she is very attentive. She is friendly and kind, but not particularly social and therefore, rather hard to get to know. If given the choice, she would prefer to spend her time alone reading, or with her creatures, but if she is engaged in a conversation, she usually gets along fairly well with other people.
Becca tends to think outside of the box, finding off beat solutions to problems that seem impossible. They may not make any sense to the general public, but they make perfect sense to her. In addition, she tends to reward out of the norm logic... as long as it makes sense to her.
Preferring to spend her time by herself, Becca is mostly interested in her animals and her books. Many people get the impression that she is scatterbrained and dimwitted, but when she is teaching or speaking about subjects she feels passionately about, she is incredibly focused.
Her tendency to daydream makes her slightly scatterbrained and she will often forget where she is, what she is doing, and in a few instances, who she is speaking to. On the other hand, once she is focused, she is sharp and knowledgeable, especially when it comes to her animals.
She is often late to appointments simply because she forgot. If she does show up, it’s usually by accident so she is almost always ill prepared for meetings and dressed inappropriately for formal feasts.
Physical Description:
Becca is a tall woman at 5'10", with long, dark brown hair, usually worn up in a sloppy ponytail and unintentionally decorated with hay or feathers. Her eyes are rather boring shade of dark brown and her nose usually has a smudge of something on it. She is accustomed to being outside and usually has the rosy glow of someone who has been working in the fresh air.
Not much else can be said about Becca. She dresses plainly, not wanting to bother herself with fancy things while working with animals, and the glasses she sometimes wears are either perched crookedly across her nose or on top of her head where she will invariably lose them. She usually has a vacant look on her face and wears a placid sort of smile on her lips that some might think hint at hidden secrets, but more often than not just prove that she’s clueless about what’s going on around her.
Likes:
- kelpies
- books
- organic kruppie chow
Dislikes:
- crowds
- onions
- mange
Special Talents/Knacks:
Most of Becca's talents are vastly under-appreciated by the general population. She is talented in Charms and Herbology, but her main gifts lie in picking wood lice out of fur and extracting hay from the most unusual places (don't ask). She knows how to subdue a hippogriff as well as a classroom full of rowdy pre-pubescents. Be assured that the hippogriff is easier to deal with. While she does not ever claim the ability to actually communicate with the creatures in her care, she has a knack of knowing exactly what her animals want and need. Somehow, they seem to understand her in return.
RP Example:
Becca had gotten the notice for the staff meeting, and had meant to remember it, but as things tended to do in both the professor's office and head, the memo had gotten lost somewhere between her second class and the lovely shade of lilac in the wildflowers the house elves had placed in her office that morning. She had continued through her day, blissfully unaware of her forgotten appointment. She had almost remembered it while wandering by the lake that afternoon, but had gotten distracted by a glimpse of robins’ eggs in the tree and had climbed up to get a closer peek instead.
So as 7:45 approached that evening, Becca found herself wandering into the staff room to partake in one last cup of tea before heading to her quarters. She thought the staff room was unusually full and she smiled placidly at her co-workers who seemed to be involved in their own conversations. She didn't mind the company of other people, but with so many in the room, there weren't too many places to sit and drink her tea. She took up a lumpy chair against the wall and admired the cracks in the plaster as she sipped from her cup. What lovely shapes they made against the paint…