Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2014 13:24:46 GMT -5
amery tomas shannon
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
AGE: twenty-two
FACE CLAIM: toby regbo
YEAR: n/a
HOUSE: N/A (former Ravenclaw)
OCCUPATION: magical menagerie, caretaker
BLOOD TYPE: half-blood
WAND TYPE: 13", unicorn hair, willow
PETS: a kestrel by the name of Hermes
ABILITIES: animal affinity (birds)
freestyle
If there’s one thing Amery has learned in his life, it’s that oftentimes the best thing to do is just to lower one’s head and observe. Indeed, he has become somewhat of an expert in doing so, using years and years of being the youngest sibling to successfully quash more hot-headed reactions to problems, instead preferring to watch and strike back later, or to simply remove himself from a harmful situation. “It’s a pitiful lack of ambition!” his oldest brother would snap at him, while his other older brother would mutter something about having a complete inability to stand up for himself.
That suited Amery just fine. They would believe what they would about him, and being sorted into a different Hogwarts house from them meant he didn’t have to see them unless he wanted to, preferring what he liked to call the simplicity and the easy nature of Ravenclaw house. He did not need the scenic Slytherin dungeons or the rambunctious Gryffindor tower of his older brothers; he did not need the sprawling mansion that had been in his bloodline for only two generations, making his family what many of the others called “new bloods”. Perhaps they were, but that didn’t matter to Amery, not really. It was a roof over his head and it was food on the table, and he appreciated it as such instead of thinking it was anything more than what it was.
His tenure in Ravenclaw passed smoothly and without incident. The Wizarding World was considered safe once again, had been for decades since the fabled Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord in the very halls he walked as a student, and Amery was never given any reason to worry about it. He preferred little things—books in the alcoves of the tower, the thrill he got from finally understanding a concept, and, above all, the satisfaction he got when working with animals.
Amery’s affinity for birds was something that came out at a young age. The crups that his parents kept would always scamper to him when he entered the room but, more importantly (at least to him), the birds of prey kept by his father would always react favourably to his presence. It came as little surprise when he walked away from Magical Menagerie as a boy with a kestrel balanced firmly on his arm, one he fondly called Hermes, something his older brother Shaun teased him mercilessly for while his other older brother Darcy just sniffed disdainfully. The kestrel became one of his closest companions, though Amery was not fool enough to think that meant Hermes wasn’t capable of hurting him, and it became common to see Amery’s left hand constantly enclosed in an expertly crafted leather gauntlet, even when the bird wasn’t present. It was Hermes that brought him his greatest joy, and Hermes that would eventually set his career path in stone, opening him to new possibilities.
In the end, however, Amery decided he wanted a simple life. Upon graduating Hogwarts Amery applied for a job at Magical Menagerie where he had first acquired Hermes, now eight, all those years ago. He has worked there as a caretaker—especially for creatures like owns and other falcons and birds of prey—ever since, content in his life.
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Amery’s personality can be summed up rather simply. He enjoys the simple things in life, and there are very few things that can come between him and his job. He’s not necessarily a workaholic, but he takes great pride in what he does nevertheless, and prefers to spend more time taking care of the animals than he does around other people. He’s a fair man, one who prefers to stay out of conflict, though his temper, when roused, is something that results in him striking out quickly and effectively, just like the birds of prey he tends to. In many ways he is much like the birds he tends, his dark eyes always paying attention to even the smallest of movements, strikes against his enemies quick, effective, and surprisingly deadly for someone so unassuming in appearance.
That suited Amery just fine. They would believe what they would about him, and being sorted into a different Hogwarts house from them meant he didn’t have to see them unless he wanted to, preferring what he liked to call the simplicity and the easy nature of Ravenclaw house. He did not need the scenic Slytherin dungeons or the rambunctious Gryffindor tower of his older brothers; he did not need the sprawling mansion that had been in his bloodline for only two generations, making his family what many of the others called “new bloods”. Perhaps they were, but that didn’t matter to Amery, not really. It was a roof over his head and it was food on the table, and he appreciated it as such instead of thinking it was anything more than what it was.
His tenure in Ravenclaw passed smoothly and without incident. The Wizarding World was considered safe once again, had been for decades since the fabled Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord in the very halls he walked as a student, and Amery was never given any reason to worry about it. He preferred little things—books in the alcoves of the tower, the thrill he got from finally understanding a concept, and, above all, the satisfaction he got when working with animals.
Amery’s affinity for birds was something that came out at a young age. The crups that his parents kept would always scamper to him when he entered the room but, more importantly (at least to him), the birds of prey kept by his father would always react favourably to his presence. It came as little surprise when he walked away from Magical Menagerie as a boy with a kestrel balanced firmly on his arm, one he fondly called Hermes, something his older brother Shaun teased him mercilessly for while his other older brother Darcy just sniffed disdainfully. The kestrel became one of his closest companions, though Amery was not fool enough to think that meant Hermes wasn’t capable of hurting him, and it became common to see Amery’s left hand constantly enclosed in an expertly crafted leather gauntlet, even when the bird wasn’t present. It was Hermes that brought him his greatest joy, and Hermes that would eventually set his career path in stone, opening him to new possibilities.
In the end, however, Amery decided he wanted a simple life. Upon graduating Hogwarts Amery applied for a job at Magical Menagerie where he had first acquired Hermes, now eight, all those years ago. He has worked there as a caretaker—especially for creatures like owns and other falcons and birds of prey—ever since, content in his life.
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Amery’s personality can be summed up rather simply. He enjoys the simple things in life, and there are very few things that can come between him and his job. He’s not necessarily a workaholic, but he takes great pride in what he does nevertheless, and prefers to spend more time taking care of the animals than he does around other people. He’s a fair man, one who prefers to stay out of conflict, though his temper, when roused, is something that results in him striking out quickly and effectively, just like the birds of prey he tends to. In many ways he is much like the birds he tends, his dark eyes always paying attention to even the smallest of movements, strikes against his enemies quick, effective, and surprisingly deadly for someone so unassuming in appearance.
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