Post by arctos on Nov 23, 2011 20:32:30 GMT -5
General Information
Name: Arctos Megas
Age: 32
Birthdate/Place: [06-09-2003] Porthcawl, Wales, UK
Species: Human Wizard
Gender: Male
Family: Pureblooded. The only child of Amadis and Sidra Megas (both deceased), a spiritualist and a village healer. The Megas family is distantly related to the Blacks and does bear some physical resemblance.
Appearance
Hair: Black. Arctos’ hair, which is longer about the ears and face, is often pulled back neatly. He does on occasion sport stubble.
Eyes: Greenish hazel in colour; soulful in appearance.
Build/Height: 5’10” tall and of slender but athletic build.
General Description: Arctos is mostly seen in his fitted, charcoal robes, roaming the forest and almost blending in with it. He has tall, black leather boots, dark-toned scarves and in cooler weather he is quickly hidden behind his cloak, which was handmade by a lovely witch of Skye. The back of his cloak is embroidered with a muted symbol depicting a Crescent Cross. Arctos is lean and sharp-featured. Handsome. His expressions are gentle and genuine, earning him the company by human, centaur and magical being alike.
Possessions: Arctos owns few possessions. He rents a small property, located in the Forbidden Forest, from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The property - now a church - is in truth an abandoned watchtower, made of old grey brick and petrified wood. Arctos owns a library of ancient tomes, a rosary, simple wood furniture and a collection of herbal remedies, the recipes for which have been in his family for generations.
Personality
Temperament/Mental Attributes:
* Patient * Soft-Spoken * A Good Listener
* Loyal * Solitary/Lonely * Fair/Non-Judgmental
* Discrete * Amiable * Able to Work with All Species
* Burdened * Broken-Hearted * Trusting, Almost to a Fault
Alliance: A good guy with a pure heart, though he doesn’t necessarily see himself as such. Despite sparing others of his judgement, he cannot always spare himself.
Alignment: Neutral Good
On Faith: Arctos is a deeply religious man, but one who believes in the importance of asking questions. He never preaches on a particular belief system and implores spiritual exploration through personal reflection, experience and gut feeling. This openness and “bending of the rules of God,” has made him an outcast amongst his counterparts, but it has also made him a trusted advisor to those who appreciate his acceptance of all and seek his guidance.
Employment + Education
Former House: Hufflepuff
Job: Priest of a small, multi-faith congregation that welcomes all beings.
Employer: Church of Moon and Fir
OWLs/NEWTs: Mostly Es and the odd O, with the exception of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which – try as he might – he was never very good at.
Additional Information
Magical Skills: Arctos is a mild “seer,” although he is quick to note that he’s more an intuitive. Arctos is not a great wizard and most of his skills are in interacting with other people.
Patronus: Kermode Spirit Bear
Wand: Gaboon Ebony, 13”, Core: Thestral Bone
Goals/Aspirations: Striking a balance between religion, magic and science in service to all living things.
Other Information: Arctos maintains a close relationship with the staff and students of Hogwarts, in addition to the various Centaurs, Hippogriffs, Thestrals, Unicorns, Vampires, Hags and Ghosts that inhabit the Forbidden Forest. Safe passage is always guaranteed to the Church of Moon and Fir, so long as the visitor is of true intent.
History
Arctos was born in Porthcawl, Wales, to Amadis and Sidra Megas: a spiritualist and a healer who loved each other immensely and loved others unconditionally. They were deeply caring people who cherished the idea of having a child, even though they knew the risks were very great. Arctos was born on a Saturday, and like the poem suggests, he was born to work hard for his living. Named “Great Bear,” Arctos was both small and premature, but he had the strength to survive a childbirth that would ultimately claim his mother’s life and his father’s sanity.
Throughout childhood, Arctos followed his father from church to church, where the elder Megas struggled to find purpose in his wife’s untimely death. Amadis sought answers in every corner, but he quickly grew weary of the repeated phrase: “It was God’s will.” Arctos was largely quiet and observant during his father’s battle with grief, using his time amongst the devoted to hone his own beliefs and interpretations. The first book he read was the Bible. The second book he read was the Collected Journals of Albus Dumbledore. Arctos could not help but wonder whether his father would find answers in the shared wisdom of such volumes. There were books on faith, books on science, tomes of magic. Arctos saw connections. So much was similar, if only hidden behind the threat of damnation. He broached the subject with his father carefully.
“I will not defy God, Arctos.”
- “Then do not defy Him, father. Love Him and honour Him as you always have, but forgive yourself this guilt. You suffer so.”
“We knew your birth would take her. She saw it in a dream. I begged God no.”
There was no answer that Arctos could give. He had seen truths in his own dreams and knew the fate of his father was already sealed. By a gunshot.
Amadis died on a Thursday.
Arctos experienced Hogwarts as most students did, but his spare time was less about Quidditch or visits to Hogsmeade and more about his self-lead studies, which he enjoyed in the quiet depths of the Library. Theology and studies in science accompanied his magical pursuits and upon graduation he entered in to a priory in the northern reaches of Scotland. Arctos largely listened to the preaching of his companions and was considered by them a thoughtful intellectual. Attitudes towards the young Father changed, however, when he was invited to minister to the broken and the fallen on the dark streets of the United Kingdom. Where others attempted to drive the homeless to God with fear and promises of redemption, Arctos quietly listened and empathized, offering support and encouragement and a genuine love that carried forth the spirit of his parents. He did not judge the forgotten as living in sin, nor did he suggest that their lack of belief lead to such a situation. He shared with them that darkness was never far around the corner for all, and that what truly mattered was maintaining hope, even in greatest despair.
“Just remember that you’re not alone. Whether you believe in God or simply in the beat of your heart, there are others in your situation; some of us just hide it a bit deeper. I will not pretend that you will find an answer by listening to a sermon, but at the very least come for a hot meal and a chance to be amongst friends. I will be available to talk with you if you wish, but I completely understand if you would prefer the silence. Some of the best advice I’ve ever received is when nothing was said at all.”
Arctos became a popular spiritual advisor to the underprivileged, garnering the attention of higher powers who believed it was time for the Father to use his influence in support of the Church’s priorities. The young man was prepared a sermon that was so contrary to his values that he refused to read it, causing an uproar than nearly ended Sunday mass. Arctos’ room at the priory was quickly raided, the discovery of his numerous books and questionable readings on science and magic leading to an immediate excommunication. Arctos was accused of heresy, but he maintained that he was a man of God who only continued to ask questions. The priory was left perplexed by a sudden drop in attendance.
Sitting in a train car bound for Inverness, Arctos opened a late edition of the Daily Prophet and soon fell upon an advertisement for a renter. The ad spoke of a dark and rather dismal watchtower deep in the heart of Forbidden Forest. Cheap rent. Creaky floorboards. Cold drafts. Violent neighbours. The frankness of the notice was enough to bring a smile to the Father’s face and he wondered what sort of dry-humored soul could write such an attractive piece. Arctos inquired at once and was directed to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He moved in to the watchtower a week later.
In short order, Arctos opened his doors to all living creatures by way of the Church of Moon and Fir. The congregation, diverse in both species and denomination, was created to welcome all in need, whether it be for guidance, comfort or shelter. Surprisingly, the Centaurs of the Forbidden Forest have been frequently seen around the old structure and Acrtos’ practice of praying for the animals he killed for food has not gone unnoticed. A silent respect has grown between the species.
Arctos’ first substantial encounter with Hogwarts’ Headmaster, Curse Kameren, came at a Fall Feast that welcomed the students back to school. Kameren had extended an invitation to their new renter, and neighbour, and Arctos was humbled by the gesture, arriving promptly for 7:00pm as requested. Not knowing of an appropriate host gift, the priest decided to cart in crates of cardinal red apples, which seemed to glow like garnet beneath the steady candlelight. As the elves brought the crates past the tables and down to the kitchen, Arctos leaned over to Kameren – a wry smile on his face – and whispered softly:
”You might think it odd for a man of God to offer these children the very fruit that tempted Eve, but I must confess that Honeycrisp are my favourite. You’ll have to forgive my weakness, Headmaster.”
{Writer's Note: Curse, I've referenced you in this bio and suggest a small relationship. I hope this okay but completely understand if you need me to change it.}
Name: Arctos Megas
Age: 32
Birthdate/Place: [06-09-2003] Porthcawl, Wales, UK
Species: Human Wizard
Gender: Male
Family: Pureblooded. The only child of Amadis and Sidra Megas (both deceased), a spiritualist and a village healer. The Megas family is distantly related to the Blacks and does bear some physical resemblance.
Appearance
Hair: Black. Arctos’ hair, which is longer about the ears and face, is often pulled back neatly. He does on occasion sport stubble.
Eyes: Greenish hazel in colour; soulful in appearance.
Build/Height: 5’10” tall and of slender but athletic build.
General Description: Arctos is mostly seen in his fitted, charcoal robes, roaming the forest and almost blending in with it. He has tall, black leather boots, dark-toned scarves and in cooler weather he is quickly hidden behind his cloak, which was handmade by a lovely witch of Skye. The back of his cloak is embroidered with a muted symbol depicting a Crescent Cross. Arctos is lean and sharp-featured. Handsome. His expressions are gentle and genuine, earning him the company by human, centaur and magical being alike.
Possessions: Arctos owns few possessions. He rents a small property, located in the Forbidden Forest, from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The property - now a church - is in truth an abandoned watchtower, made of old grey brick and petrified wood. Arctos owns a library of ancient tomes, a rosary, simple wood furniture and a collection of herbal remedies, the recipes for which have been in his family for generations.
Personality
Temperament/Mental Attributes:
* Patient * Soft-Spoken * A Good Listener
* Loyal * Solitary/Lonely * Fair/Non-Judgmental
* Discrete * Amiable * Able to Work with All Species
* Burdened * Broken-Hearted * Trusting, Almost to a Fault
Alliance: A good guy with a pure heart, though he doesn’t necessarily see himself as such. Despite sparing others of his judgement, he cannot always spare himself.
Alignment: Neutral Good
On Faith: Arctos is a deeply religious man, but one who believes in the importance of asking questions. He never preaches on a particular belief system and implores spiritual exploration through personal reflection, experience and gut feeling. This openness and “bending of the rules of God,” has made him an outcast amongst his counterparts, but it has also made him a trusted advisor to those who appreciate his acceptance of all and seek his guidance.
Employment + Education
Former House: Hufflepuff
Job: Priest of a small, multi-faith congregation that welcomes all beings.
Employer: Church of Moon and Fir
OWLs/NEWTs: Mostly Es and the odd O, with the exception of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which – try as he might – he was never very good at.
Additional Information
Magical Skills: Arctos is a mild “seer,” although he is quick to note that he’s more an intuitive. Arctos is not a great wizard and most of his skills are in interacting with other people.
Patronus: Kermode Spirit Bear
Wand: Gaboon Ebony, 13”, Core: Thestral Bone
Goals/Aspirations: Striking a balance between religion, magic and science in service to all living things.
Other Information: Arctos maintains a close relationship with the staff and students of Hogwarts, in addition to the various Centaurs, Hippogriffs, Thestrals, Unicorns, Vampires, Hags and Ghosts that inhabit the Forbidden Forest. Safe passage is always guaranteed to the Church of Moon and Fir, so long as the visitor is of true intent.
History
Arctos was born in Porthcawl, Wales, to Amadis and Sidra Megas: a spiritualist and a healer who loved each other immensely and loved others unconditionally. They were deeply caring people who cherished the idea of having a child, even though they knew the risks were very great. Arctos was born on a Saturday, and like the poem suggests, he was born to work hard for his living. Named “Great Bear,” Arctos was both small and premature, but he had the strength to survive a childbirth that would ultimately claim his mother’s life and his father’s sanity.
Throughout childhood, Arctos followed his father from church to church, where the elder Megas struggled to find purpose in his wife’s untimely death. Amadis sought answers in every corner, but he quickly grew weary of the repeated phrase: “It was God’s will.” Arctos was largely quiet and observant during his father’s battle with grief, using his time amongst the devoted to hone his own beliefs and interpretations. The first book he read was the Bible. The second book he read was the Collected Journals of Albus Dumbledore. Arctos could not help but wonder whether his father would find answers in the shared wisdom of such volumes. There were books on faith, books on science, tomes of magic. Arctos saw connections. So much was similar, if only hidden behind the threat of damnation. He broached the subject with his father carefully.
“I will not defy God, Arctos.”
- “Then do not defy Him, father. Love Him and honour Him as you always have, but forgive yourself this guilt. You suffer so.”
“We knew your birth would take her. She saw it in a dream. I begged God no.”
There was no answer that Arctos could give. He had seen truths in his own dreams and knew the fate of his father was already sealed. By a gunshot.
Amadis died on a Thursday.
Arctos experienced Hogwarts as most students did, but his spare time was less about Quidditch or visits to Hogsmeade and more about his self-lead studies, which he enjoyed in the quiet depths of the Library. Theology and studies in science accompanied his magical pursuits and upon graduation he entered in to a priory in the northern reaches of Scotland. Arctos largely listened to the preaching of his companions and was considered by them a thoughtful intellectual. Attitudes towards the young Father changed, however, when he was invited to minister to the broken and the fallen on the dark streets of the United Kingdom. Where others attempted to drive the homeless to God with fear and promises of redemption, Arctos quietly listened and empathized, offering support and encouragement and a genuine love that carried forth the spirit of his parents. He did not judge the forgotten as living in sin, nor did he suggest that their lack of belief lead to such a situation. He shared with them that darkness was never far around the corner for all, and that what truly mattered was maintaining hope, even in greatest despair.
“Just remember that you’re not alone. Whether you believe in God or simply in the beat of your heart, there are others in your situation; some of us just hide it a bit deeper. I will not pretend that you will find an answer by listening to a sermon, but at the very least come for a hot meal and a chance to be amongst friends. I will be available to talk with you if you wish, but I completely understand if you would prefer the silence. Some of the best advice I’ve ever received is when nothing was said at all.”
Arctos became a popular spiritual advisor to the underprivileged, garnering the attention of higher powers who believed it was time for the Father to use his influence in support of the Church’s priorities. The young man was prepared a sermon that was so contrary to his values that he refused to read it, causing an uproar than nearly ended Sunday mass. Arctos’ room at the priory was quickly raided, the discovery of his numerous books and questionable readings on science and magic leading to an immediate excommunication. Arctos was accused of heresy, but he maintained that he was a man of God who only continued to ask questions. The priory was left perplexed by a sudden drop in attendance.
Sitting in a train car bound for Inverness, Arctos opened a late edition of the Daily Prophet and soon fell upon an advertisement for a renter. The ad spoke of a dark and rather dismal watchtower deep in the heart of Forbidden Forest. Cheap rent. Creaky floorboards. Cold drafts. Violent neighbours. The frankness of the notice was enough to bring a smile to the Father’s face and he wondered what sort of dry-humored soul could write such an attractive piece. Arctos inquired at once and was directed to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He moved in to the watchtower a week later.
In short order, Arctos opened his doors to all living creatures by way of the Church of Moon and Fir. The congregation, diverse in both species and denomination, was created to welcome all in need, whether it be for guidance, comfort or shelter. Surprisingly, the Centaurs of the Forbidden Forest have been frequently seen around the old structure and Acrtos’ practice of praying for the animals he killed for food has not gone unnoticed. A silent respect has grown between the species.
Arctos’ first substantial encounter with Hogwarts’ Headmaster, Curse Kameren, came at a Fall Feast that welcomed the students back to school. Kameren had extended an invitation to their new renter, and neighbour, and Arctos was humbled by the gesture, arriving promptly for 7:00pm as requested. Not knowing of an appropriate host gift, the priest decided to cart in crates of cardinal red apples, which seemed to glow like garnet beneath the steady candlelight. As the elves brought the crates past the tables and down to the kitchen, Arctos leaned over to Kameren – a wry smile on his face – and whispered softly:
”You might think it odd for a man of God to offer these children the very fruit that tempted Eve, but I must confess that Honeycrisp are my favourite. You’ll have to forgive my weakness, Headmaster.”
{Writer's Note: Curse, I've referenced you in this bio and suggest a small relationship. I hope this okay but completely understand if you need me to change it.}