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Post by Professor Mikhail Callaghan on Sept 19, 2008 8:36:04 GMT -5
{ About The MEMBER }
NAME: Penny
AGE: 15
TIME ZONE: AEST
HOW OFTEN WILL YOU BE ON?: Very often. xD
WHERE DID YOU FIND US?: Somewhereee...
WHERE CAN WE REACH YOU?: PM thanks.
OTHER CHARACTER(S): OK, I'm not listing them all but I basically have way too many. I just figure that we don't have enough teachers and I'd like to help out with that if I can. Also, I'm considering deleting one or two of my other characters, so...yeah. xD
{ About The CHARACTER }
 x  Mikhail Iosif Callaghan"Mike"
CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Original
AGE: Twenty-two
DOB: April 17th
RACE: Caucasian (Russian and Irish)
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
WAND: Nine and a quarter inches, maple, with a core of gorgon hair.
BROOM: His own creation, a sleek handmade broom with a handle of the stoutest mahogany and oak twigs. It doesn't really have an official name, but Mikhail calls it Whiplash.
PET: An owl of a nondescript brown colour that somehow possesses unnatural endurance and can fly long distances without respite. Its name is Ulanov.
APPEARANCE:
It is hard to discern what nationality Mikhail is just by looking at him, but for good reason as he's of mixed descent. One thing that is certain, though, and obvious even to the most horribly unobservant person, is that Mike is an athlete. He has the tall, broad shouldered stance of a Quidditch player, which is apparent from any angle. Standing at a near-colossal 6'4", the young man has absolutely perfect posture, though this is not because of a miracle of genetics, but rather the extremely rigorous instruction from a Durmstrang flight professor, who believed that slouching even an inch would ruin a perfectly good Quidditch player. Most people marvel at Mikhail's ability to hold himself ramrod straight even when he's impossibly tired, but he's so used to doing it that it's just as comfortable to him, if not more comfortable than slumping over. Mike is filled out very well for a man of his height- in fact, one could go so far as to refer to him as a testament to masculinity. It is fairly apparent that his entire life revolves around Quidditch, as the only reason that he has the body which he has is because of years of strict discipline.
Normally Quidditch players display particular muscular definition in different parts of their bodies depending on which position they play. This poses a problem for Mike, who is a self-professed all-rounder and near prodigy on a broomstick. He can fill every spot with a good amount of skill (obviously, as he's an internationally celebrated Quidditch player) and as a result is fairly well-built all over his body. In particular, though, he enjoys playing Beater, and so his biceps are perhaps slightly more toned than the rest of his musculature (though such a thing would admittedly be difficult). He doesn't look out of proportion, though, not even with his height, broad shoulders and flight-born physical strength. In fact, he looks quite the opposite- very symmetrical and streamlined, and not bulky at all. His frame is not the only defining feature that he possesses, although it is probably the most noticeable. Mike has been described as having debonair and rugged facial features, and his bone structure definitely comes from his father's side of the family. A strong jaw and general facial shape compliment his body, not looking out of place atop his neck, of course.
His nose is very straight, which is a marvel given that it has been broken by a bludger two times and then set again. It seems none the worse for wear, though, and so Mikhail doesn't worry about it very much. His hair is inherited from his mother, thick and dark, but short and out of the way in his case, and very practical for Quidditch. Despite the fact that both of his parents have brown eyes, Mikhail's are a sky blue and he is possessed of a very direct gaze- not necessarily a bad thing. He doesn't feel issues about dressing himself in Muggle clothing, and he wears clothes appropriate for the weather. He's not that big on vanity, so whether it be robes or a pair of jeans and a shirt, he can manage. Growing up in two households has ensured that Mikhail can speak in both Russian and perfect English, but his accent is peculiar. He speaks English in a faintly Irish accent, with no hint of Russian whatsoever. On the other hand, though, he speaks Russian without a trace of any other accent as well. His voice is quite deep and has been described as persuasive and reassuring, though he has never really noticed this for himself.
His smile has been described as 'lazy' in that it's always one of those slow, relaxed grins that often cause other people to respond in kind. It's a little bit cheeky, too, as though he's been doing something he shouldn't be, but given his somewhat roguish behaviour and personality this is no surprise. When it comes to shaving he's a little lax, and sometimes is spotted with slight stubble dotting his face. Generally he can keep himself presentable, though.
FACE CLAIM: Henry Cavill
PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:
A very laid back guy (if he could be summed up in one phrase), Mike displays high levels of tolerance- for pain, for annoyance, and for just about everything. An example of this is his name. People often get confused by it (just because it has a few misleading letters) and as a result, he's simply let it slide and now doesn't mind whether people call him Mikhail, Mike, or Michael. This calm demeanor applies to Quidditch as well, and his attitude in teaching. He doesn't get annoyed easily, which is probably just as well for his students. In fact, because he is so young in comparison to other Hogwarts teachers, Mike will most likely get along well with his students. He makes a point of being able to take a joke, and doesn't mind being insulted or poked fun at, as long as people don't start getting insolent. He is the kind of man that demands a certain amount of respect but can make fun of himself, though that doesn't really make much sense at all in the grand scheme of things.
He was raised under strict Durmstrang conditions, but this doesn't mean that he's a strict and detached man himself. In fact, he's very warm and genuine, never hesitating to express himself (because people who think that 'real men' are those who hold themselves aloof are stupid) and speak his mind. He has a natural, inherent charm about him that made his entry onto the world Quidditch scene easy, and shall also hopefully make his entry into Hogwarts just as painless. A polite man and a gentleman, he is chivalrous through little things, such as opening doors for ladies or passing them the good brooms and saving the slightly worse ones for boys. This doesn't mean that he is sexist or thinks that girls can't handle themselves, however- in fact, he thinks that some of them make the greatest Quidditch players he's ever seen, not that his obsession with the sport has much to do with how he thinks of girls.
He's very determined and hardworking, as proven by his quest to become one of the greatest in his chosen field. Seven years of hard work were put into achieving his dream, and this is often the mentality he uses when he wants something. He doesn't hesitate much to throw everything aside to get something he really, desperately wants or needs, and whilst this focus is admirable, it can sometimes prove to be a setback in that he finds it difficult to apply himself to many things at once. He's always been intelligent and has a bit of a quick wit, but it's never really necessary when you're on a broom. Still, he's acquainted with theories of aerodynamics possibly better than the muggles who study the same things, just because he likes to know what he's talking about. Like his cousin Gair, Mikhail is a bit of a daredevil, but he is by no means anywhere near as extreme. Instead of throwing himself off turrets, Mikhail channels his courage into Quidditch.
As a result, he's mastered many things that by all accounts shouldn't be possible. Though his life ties so closely into Quidditch, he isn't enough of a freak about it that he can never talk about anything else (because that would make him a bit of a bore). In fact, he's quite the flirt when he wants to be, almost always found smiling and making good conversations. He finds it easily to socialize, having been thrust into the spotlight several times before, and handles pressure well. Sometimes Mikhail is exceedingly random, coming up with the most irrelevant and yet interesting things to say, just because he feels like it. The man is very impulsive with most things, committing with his heart before he pauses and uses his head. He throws himself into everything with enthusiasm, but at the same time can calm down enough to listen to the opinions of others, take their advice and, if he's in a position to, give some of his own. He does have a serious side, but generally displays it only when it's absolutely necessary.
Mikhail knows all too well that men with rampant egos don't make friends, so he keeps a lid on bragging whenever possible. That being said, his modesty doesn't prevent little achievements from slipping out every now and then (nobody is perfect). In any case, humble behaviour aside, Mikhail has no self esteem issues whatsoever. He can be confident and comfortable in every situation, with the self-assured dignity that is common to highly successful people. At the same time, though, he's got that mischievous air around him too, gifted with a cheeky, boisterous and inquisitive attitude which makes him seem positively roguish at times. Highly curious, he likes discovering new things every day, whether it be Quidditch facts or just tidbits of information he didn't know before about people.
BOGGART: A broom plummetting to the ground.
PATRONUS: Firebird- the Russian equivalent of a Phoenix. The Firebird is renowned for its adoration of flight and love of the skies.
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE: Continue playing Quidditch after gaining some experience teaching.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: None really, apart from the obvious, that he is an all-star international Quidditch player and that he is multilingual.
BLOOD: Pureblood
BIRTHPLACE: Dublin, Ireland
MY FAMILY:
Colman Callaghan [Father]
Svetlana Callaghan (nee. Petrovich) [Mother]
Gareth Dwyer [Uncle]
Ariana Dwyer (nee. Callaghan) [Aunt]
Cian Dwyer [Cousin] (21)
Hoyt Dwyer [Cousin] (19)
Gair Dwyer [Cousin] (17)
WHATS IN THE PAST:
Not long after he graduated from the Irish Academy of Magic, Colman Callaghan decided that he wanted to trek around the world for a while so as to figure out what he'd do with his life. He hadn't really been bargaining on meeting Svetlana Petrovich in Russia on the last leg of his around-the-world trip, but when he did (in a Moscow nightclub, no less) it was a bit of a surprise to him. Whether it was the alcohol or the fact that she was a very good dancer, he did not know, but he was completely intrigued by her. Of course, his sister Ariana wrote to him, advising him to be careful of strange and random Russian ladies, but he didn't really pay much attention, because the truth was that Svetlana was just as interested in the peculiar Irishman who kept harrowing her and pursuing her. Colman finished his trip around the world, definitely, but with one more person than his family had been bargaining for.
It made perfect sense to Colman and Svetlana, of course- they were both completely intrigued by the other, unable to work out whether they liked or disliked each other, but the problem was that Colman couldn't miss his flight back to Dublin. The problem was solved by bringing Svetlana back with him, of course. Ariana expressed her tight-lipped disapproval over the manner, but there was really nothing she could do, as Svetlana and Col continued to puzzle over one another for well over a year before they finally decided to get married. Another year after that, and Mikhail was born. Col had been all for giving him a sturdy Irish name like Eamon, but Svetlana had, as was her fashion, argued that the baby already had Col's surname, and thus she had full naming rights. She chose the name Mikhail Iosif, but Col could never get his head around it so he just called his son Mike.
A year after Mike's birth, his aunt Ariana had a son as well, Cian. The age difference between the two was slight and so, virtually growing up together, the two developed a good bond. When Hoyt came along for Ariana and Gareth Dwyer, he proved to be the athletic one and so Mike, already developing an early interest in Quidditch at three years of age, took to him even more than he'd taken to Cian. It was only after Gair was born to his aunt and uncle that Mike was allowed to get on a broom, and when he did it was a surprise to everybody. The boy was a natural, and that was putting it mildly. Within a week of flying he'd already mastered what was taught at Hogwarts during the first year, and he just kept getting better. Keeping company with a genius and athletic ace of a cousin made for a group of extraordinary children, so Mikhail was always stimulated and kept active as a child.
He stayed in Ireland until the age of eleven, growing up closely with his cousins (who were really much like brothers by this stage). Shortly after his eleventh birthday, however, his school letter arrived, not from Hogwarts but from Durmstrang Institute. His parents had agreed on this school after they'd seen his early flying ability, as Durmstrang (in Russia, no less) had a reputation for turning out absolutely masterful Quidditch players. It wasn't as though he had to go alone, either- his parents accompanied him back to Russia so that he could attend. At first, he didn't like Durmstrang, with its cold walls and slightly suspect students, but that was before he was introduced to the Quidditch coach. Petrov Ilyanovich was not what Mike had expected when he had been informed of a flying professor. The man was hard, bitter and all for discipline, and just being talented wasn't good enough anymore.
Mike had to work extremely hard on Quidditch- so hard, in fact, that all through his schooling he never managed to do much more than pass his other subjects- practising every day with a teacher who grew to recognize his immense potential with a certain amount of satisfaction. By the time he was fifteen, Mike was apparently good enough for the National Russian team, though too young to join, of course. He was forced to practice playing every position, as well, to the point that they were all of the same standard. When he turned seventeen at last, Mike left Durmstrang behind and was accepted onto the National Russian Quidditch team, playing Beater. Two years passed very quickly, and by this time Mike became bored. His father encouraged him to come back to Ireland and play there for a while, as news of Mikhail's budding potential as a world-class player had made him rather hot flying property.
He did try his hand at Ireland, and loved it as much as he had loved playing in Russia- after all, Quidditch was Quidditch. After a while, though, he decided that perhaps he could confer some knowledge to others, and thus, directed by Ariana and Gareth, his aunt and uncle, applied for a teaching position as Flying Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school that his cousins had attended and still were attending, in Gairden's case. Whilst his youth was an issue (after all, twenty two was a bit young to be teaching), Mikhail felt that Flying was a special area of expertise and, as it involved mainly physical activity, he was qualified to impart his experience and skill upon a younger group of aspiring players.
CAREER: Professor of Flying; Quidditch Referee.
EXPERIENCE:
- Two years as Beater for the national Russian Quidditch Team
- One year as Chaser for the national Irish Quidditch Team
- One year as Keeper for the national Irish Quidditch Team
- Three years (during school) of an advanced Durmstrang Quidditch program
- Two years (during school) of Refereeing classes
SCHOOLING: Durmstrang Institute (Years 1-7)
{ OTHER INFO }
RP EXAMPLE:
Inevitably, a broad and somewhat mischievous grin lifted Gair's mouth as London looked away from him after realizing who he was. "What, not who you were hoping for, eh?" He teased, poking her playfully in one shoulder. Of course, he had no idea that there actually might be someone on the Gryffindor team she would have been hoping to see- it was just an ironic joke on his part. Ahh, laughter. The tall Irish boy had a fondness for mirth and merriment, and so to see London dragged somewhat out of her sullen mood of moments before set a rather pleased smirk on Gair's features. He didn't know that she was, in fact, laughing at his face, but even if he had he probably wouldn't have minded it very much. London, he knew, had a reputation for finding different things amusing. "It's not the worst day in your li-ow?" He questioned, chuckling rather devilishly as she abruptly stopped laughing. "I can't help it!" He protested, throwing his hands up in the air as she told him to stop making her laugh. "I'm just a naturally hilarious guy to be around. You know this."
He threw a brief wink in her direction, then paused to listen to her talk about Mac. "Bah, well, not all of us are freaky enough about Quidditch to work out all summer. Besides," he paused to smirk, eager for the chance to have a bit of a teasing go at Mac, "He probably needs to work out to stay good, whereas we're just naturals." She was reddening slightly...why? Oh! Merlin, she was actually blushing? "Do you need to go to Madam Pomfrey? London Kale does not blush. That's not normal." After this particular statement, he threw back his head and laughed quite uproariously, as Gair was prone to do sometimes in highly embarrassing situations. His laughter broke off abruptly as her eyes flew to his, looking absolutely horrified, when he mentioned in an offhand manner that Mac might be in attendance, and as her blush became about four times deeper than it had been previously. "Oh, do not tell me that you're a Mac McCullum fangirl," he stated in a mock-serious tone, though he was pretty amused.
"Why isn't it a good idea?" He pressed, quite the persistent Gryffindor, ignoring the fact that her voice broke mid-sentence. "You're both good Beaters...in fact, you're probably the best matched pair there is at Hogwarts." He didn't understand why she was so flustered- surely she and Mac practising beating together would be beneficial for the team, and Gair knew that London was all for the team. "Yeah," he finished, "You guys are both excellent Beaters on your own, but together it's like you're unstoppable." The poor Irish boy thought he was being nice, flattering the both of them in a way that could possibly settle London down. After all, how was he to know the real cause of London's distress? "What's-" He had been about to ask her what the matter was (after all, he was dense sometimes when it came to reading emotions, but not completely debilitated) but then a blonde blur jogged over to them and squished between them, cutting his question off and proceeding to ask about the rest of the team.
"Well, hello to you too," he commented at her lack of a greeting, though he was grinning practically from ear to ear at the sight of another team member. "Mac's on his way down, I think. At least, he will be if he can escape the clutches of the fangirls. That boy really needs an invisibility cloak. Me? I just grabbed my broom and flew out the boy's dormitory window. It's easier that way." Noticing Kayleigh scrutinizing London's face, Gair added, "It'd probably be good for us to get a practice in. We do want to look good thrashing Slytherin, after all." Uh-oh, the knowing eyebrow raise. Fairly certain that the blonde Gryffindor had caught on to whatever he had been trying to catch on to concerning London, the dark haired boy cleared his throat slightly and asked Kayleigh rather engagingly, "Good summer?"
ANSWER: Yeah, pretty much everything.
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