[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] MOUSS

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] JUNE 13TH

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] HALFBLOOD

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] HETEROSEXUAL

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] MALE

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] ENGLAND

[attr="class","GGcontenttemp1"] GENERAL[break][break] Occupation: Astronomy Professor at Hogwarts[break] Education Background: Hogwarts[break] Wand:[break]

his wand;; [break]
Kiver's wand is a 12 1/2", centaur hair core, pine. This wand has been handed down throughout the generations in his family. The centaur hair is mostly attributed to witches and wizards who are one with the stars and divination and the pine wood is mostly designated to those who are independent and an individual. All of these attributes pertain to Kiver. This wand was handed down to his grandfather and to his mother. Both witch and wizard were great astronomers and were quite fond of Divination. When his mother became ill and passed away half way through his years at Hogwarts, the young boy had broken his wand out of anger and had found out that he was to inherit the wand his mother carried with her. At first, the wand was a little difficult to get used to, changing it's loyalty quite regularly. As the years passed, Kiver and the wand bonded and it has chosen it's loyalty. At times, you can find Kiver in the middle of a field, cursing at his wand.
[break][break] PERSONALITY[break][break] Likes: Books, astronomy, smoking, women, drinking, teaching, his son.[break] Dislikes: defiance, his ex Asterix, his father and late mother, relationships, dishonesty, physical activity (working out), heartbreak, loneliness and being alone.[break] Strengths: His knowledge of the cosmos, charm, courage, honesty, trusted easily.[break] Weaknesses: His ability to be stubborn, fear of commitment, his ability to succumb easily to the temptations of alcohol, his condescending nature, procrastination.[break] Overall Personality: [break]
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SIX NEGATIVE TRAITS;;[break]

» stubborn;; To be fixed or set in purpose or opinion; resolute. Kiver has always been a stubborn and hard-headed individual. He will rarely admit that he is wrong and he will always be convinced that things should go his way.[break]
» arrogant;; Characterized by or proceeding from arrogance, or a sense of superiority, self-importance, or entitlement. This young man will always put himself above others, even in life or death situations. He believes that women are his right and that he is above everyone else in the world.[break]
» conceited;; Having an excessively favorable opinion of one's abilities, appearance, etc. Kiver is full of himself, plain and simple. He sees nothing wrong with this, of course.[break]
» lack of commitment;; A pledge or promise; obligation. Kiver does not have any of this in him. He tends to stay away from any type of romantic commitment. You could, most definitely call him a man-whore.[break]
» condescending;; Showing or implying a usually patronizing descent from dignity or superiority. He often thinks of himself better than anyone that he meets. Most of the time, he does not mean to demean or criticize anyone in this manner, it just comes out that way.[break]
» temperamental;; Having or exhibiting a strongly marked, individual temperament; moody, irritable, or sensitive. There are times where Kiver will snap. Just be careful not to get on his bad side and all will be fine.[break]

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SIX POSITIVE TRAITS;;[break]

» intelligent;; Having good understanding or a high mental capacity; quick to comprehend. This has always been one of Kiver's best traits. He was always top of his class and never lets anyone forget it.[break]
» fearless;; Without fear; bold or brave. Being brave comes naturally to Kiver, whether he be a brave man for asking a woman to sleep with him, or for standing up for one of his students.[break]
» humorous;; Having or showing the faculty of humor; droll; facetious. There is a funny bone kicking around in there. Although it is not shown regularly, his humorous ways are conducted mostly through sarcasm and silly jokes.[break]
» imaginative;; Of, pertaining to, or concerned with imagination. Kiver doesn't just have a lot of imagination in the bedroom, he also must carry this gift with him when he is teaching his students about the stars. Without imagination, stars are almost meaningless.[break]
» passionate;; Expressing, showing, or marked by intense or strong feeling; emotional. Not only is Kiver a passionate lover, he is also passionate about what he does. Teaching Astronomy is his one and only love at the moment and being able to share that passion with others who are like-minded makes him even more happy about his job and the way he brings about the subject.[break]
» charming;; a power of pleasing or attracting, as through personality or beauty. This mostly pertains to the ladies. He has a way with them like no other. Of course, he does fail at times, but for the most part, he never leaves the night without a female wrapped around his arm.[break][break] HISTORY[break][break] Family:[break] • Charles Lambert, 62, Muggleborn, Father[break] • Avianna Joanes, Deceased, Pureblood, Mother[break] • Aramis Felix Krawse, 17, Halfblood, Son[break] • Asterix Krawse, 36, Halfblood, Ex (Aramis' Mother)[break] Birth Place: Harrow, England[break] Overall History: [break]
dearest parents;;[break]
There never was much to say about Kiver's parents. They were there to make sure that he stayed out of trouble, but never bothered him outside of that. You could say that the young man had a wonderful childhood, filled with love, a beautiful home and parents that loved each other dearly. That is what it looked like to the outside world. Kiver's parents were happy for the most part. They enjoyed each other's company but seemed a bit irritated with the fact that they had a child. Kiver was always well behaved and was never in anyone's way, but to his parents he was a nuisance. His father would always be at work and his mother would always find an excuse to be out of the home until her husband had returned from his place of employment. This left Kiver with a nanny or a babysitter for the most part. When Kiver was accepted into Hogwarts, his parents celebrated like no other. They seemed pleased that their only son was going to be a wizard, in reality, they were excited to get rid of him for most of the year. Kiver would only receive one letter a year, letting him know that when he was to return for the summer months, they would be gone on a wonderful trip in the southern islands. This was nothing new to him, of course. He took that opportunity to stay outdoors. Study and be one with the stars. [break][break]

Unfortunately, during his fourth year at Hogwarts, he had received his second letter of the year. It was quite strange for him, but as he read it he understood why. His mother had fallen gravely ill and was told that she would not make it to the summer months. Kiver had never known his mother enough to feel any type of hurt. He did want to show his father that he cared, so he was excused for the remainder of the school year to stay by his mother's side. At Christmas time, Kiver's mother had finally passed. His father excused himself from the hospital room and was never seen again. To this day, Kiver knows not where his father has gone or if he is still alive.[break][break]

dearest hogwarts;;[break]
Hogwarts was Kiver's home. He was never welcomed at his own, so he took refuge within the castle walls. During his first two years, the young boy thought it was all fun and games. Being part of the Quidditch team, pranking his class mate. There was something to be said of the friends he made there. They were inseparable, almost like brothers and sisters. Seeing as he was an only child, Kiver connected quickly to the youth that paraded around the grounds. Older or younger, Kiver got along with everyone. He was a force to be reckoned with. [break][break]

As he got a little older, his studies became more and more a priority in his life. His friends came and went, leaving him to the solitude of spells and books. It wasn't until his fifth year that Kiver really started to get into Astronomy and Anatomy. The year that his mother had passed was a traumatic one for Kiver. He became a hermit, to say the least. He wanted nothing to do with anyone or anything but the stars he fell in love with three years prior until he ran into the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her name was Asterix Felicity. She was a year older than he was and soon became his everything. He forgot about school and the importance of it. He showed and shared his passion for the stars with her. They were sweethearts, until the year that she was to graduate. She was thinking of becoming an auror, going to the Ministry for her training. Kiver loved that about her. She was determined. [break][break]

Her dreams as well as his were put on the back burner. She became pregnant a year after she had graduated. Being a father in his seventh year was not part of his plan, but he wanted to be the best father that he could be to the boy or girl Asterix was to give him.[break][break]

dearest aramis;; [break]
Unfortunately, Asterix didn't want Kiver to be around her son and decided that it would be best that he no longer had custody and signed the child's rights to her own parents. This devastated Kiver, creating an intense emotional block between himself and other women. He does get to see his son every once in a while throughout the halls of Hogwarts, but having his son not know who he is kills him every time. There will always be a part of him that longs for his son and watching him grow up from the outside does not suit his fancy. Kiver hopes to meet Aramis one day as his father, and not as his professor.
[break][break] THE PLAYER[break][break] Age:Twenty-four[break] Time Zone:CST [break] Anything Else? Horntail[break][break] Roleplay Sample: Kiver brought a cigarette to his lips, sucked back the toxins and released them back into the cold September air. He placed the butt between his middle finger and thumb, flicking it into the abyss. All that could be seen was the orange and red sparks as the finished cancer stick hit the ground. Kiver cleared his throat. Hogsmeade wasn't so bad in the evenings, it was busy rather. Kiver quite enjoyed his solitude, although on most nights, he was forced to mingle with the common witches and wizards of England. It wasn't that Kiver hated his job, he quite enjoyed sneaking a shot or two of whiskey into his evening. It was more the fact that he disliked the people he was forced to speak with as a professor. The old men who stunk of urine and feces, the old women whose coats were covered in animal hair ran the streets that evening. Kiver shuttered. The mere thought of these individuals disgusted him. [break][break]

Placing his large hands into his pants pockets, the lad walked around a while longer, receiving glares from multiple women of his past. He simply stared at them and rolled his eyes. A few times too many, Kiver licked his lips suggestively at them, earning hisses and grunts. This only made Kiver shake with laughter. Ah, women. Such sensitive creatures, he thought to himself. There wasn't much hope left in the world to keep Kiver in check. [break][break]

In all honesty, Kiver was still disgusted with himself at his falling out with his ex-girlfriend Sloan. He had never once lain a hand on a woman and vowed to never do such a disgraceful thing again. Shame hung over him like a dark storm cloud that would never depart. [break][break]

A few more passers-by eyed Russ as he continued his jaunt around Hogsmeade. There was nothing interesting about the place, until you ventured further up. Kiver never liked the world to begin with, but as he sat upon the top of it, he realized that it wasn't such a putrid place after all. And that's what he would do that evening.[break][break]

Turning on his heel, Kiver walked with conviction to the spot he knew would give him the proper leverage. A dark alley way between two tall buildings became home for miscreants like Russ to seek refuge. [break][break]

"Aha! There you are, you bloody scoundrel!" He ran toward a tower of boxes and crates sitting next to a set of pipes running along the side of the building. Kiver raced down the alley, hopped up to the top of the boxes and crates, and began climbing the side of the building. To anyone passing by this spectacle, one would assume Kiver was not of this world. He finally reached the top, his chest heaving. He pulled himself over the edge and stood on his feet, hands on his hips, smiling victoriously. Kiver always felt a sense of release when upon the rooftops. [break][break]

A smug look appeared on his face as he marched over to the opposite end. He crouched down until his bum hit the shingles beneath him. He wrapped his arms around his legs and watched as the world went on, oblivious to watching eyes.[break]