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hello there, my name is poet dmello but you can call me poe. i'm 35 so that makes me a graduate of hogwarts, where i resided in hufflepuff house. you could say i'm hardworking, patient, and loyal but i personally think that i am encouraging, paternal, and quick-witted. people say i look a lot like oscar isaac, but i don't really see it...
poet astrophel dmello
nickname:
poe. only his mother calls him poet.
age:
35
date of birth:
21 april, 1988
gender:
wizard
blood status:
half-blood
sexuality:
pansexual
house:
hufflepuff
occupation:
auror – specifically, he works as the supervising officer for most of the trainees
wand:
ten inches, yew, phoenix feather; pliableplayby:
oscar isaac
appearance:
- five feet, nine inches
- the length of his facial hair is like a game of roulette; you never quite now how long it's going to be on any particular day. the same thing applies with the hair on his head – sometimes he'll shave it without telling anyone, and sometimes he'll grow it out until it's a veritable mane.
- a few scars here and there, but none that are particularly large or particularly noticeable
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personality
likes:
bell peppers, flying (airplanes – not brooms), heights, his job, innocence, protecting people, teaching, watching the world fall away when he takes off
dislikes:
brooms, coffee (or any other source of caffeine), death, funerals, his given name, impatience, intolerance, loss of control, people who tell the same joke multiple timeserised:
protect the innocent, make his trainees into great aurors
amortentia:
adrenaline, sweat, jet fuel
boggart:
watching his friends or students die
overall personality:
poe is, in general, an agreeable guy. he doesn’t fit the personality that the majority of people associate with an auror; he’s not confrontational, nor is he particularly outspoken or prone to violence. he’s steadfast and quiet, belonging in the eye of the hurricane instead of the hurricane itself, as is typical for some of his colleagues. poe shows his passion for his job in his intrinsic need to protect people, especially the innocent. he’s the kind of person who will gladly lay down his life for a friend. camaraderie and loyalty drive him more than anything else, as is typical in a hufflepuff. the idea of betrayal is difficult for poe to grasp, mostly because he’d never consider it himself, so in that respect he can come across as childish or unrealistically optimistic.
another facet of his protectiveness is poe’s paternal side. he knows what it’s like to have a demanding father, and as much as poe adores his dad, he knows that sometimes, people just want to know that someone’s going to be there to catch them when they inevitably fail. he encourages and supports people through their trials in life as much as he can, though sometimes he has to admit that he doesn’t have a clue of how to help. that’s probably poe’s biggest weakness – even though he can admit he doesn’t know how to help, he tries to anyways, and ends up making a mess of situations he can’t even hope to comprehend, let alone remedy. he doesn’t like to accept that something isn’t able to be fixed.
poe’s job requires that he’s able to think on his feet, as does his favorite hobby. when it comes down to decisions, poe is quick and unapologetic. this same reaction speed that he has when making decisions worms its way into poe’s everyday life; he doesn’t hesitate to make a snide comment or a dirty joke. the quickness of his speech can often surprise people when they meet poe for the first time, because he appears to almost be talking over them – as they’re finishing their sentence, he’s beginning his. poe’s been accused of having esp, but he writes it all off to good reflexes.
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personal history
mother:
cassiopeia dmello, 64, pilot
father:
darius dmello, 65, retired auror
siblings:
none
pets:
eight, a newfoundland
history:
poet’s parents had wished he was a girl. not because they particularly wanted a daughter, but because it would have been a heck of a lot easier to name him if he had been a female. every pilot who had a daughter named her amelia. it was a rule. they got poet instead, and it was pretty obvious that they had no idea what they were doing, because they named a boy poet. his father soon realized their mistake, and started calling the boy poe before they had even come home from the hospital. his mother remained obstinate in calling him poet, however, so he grew up listening to two different names (and several arguments as to which one was correct).
poe’s mother was passionate about her career, so he spent most of his younger years off the ground, flying with her. she was a stunt pilot who flew in many air shows across britain, but also handled some private domestic flights for customers who, for whatever reason, didn’t like flying commercially. poe’s head was always in the clouds – both literally and figuratively. he dreamed big and dreamed wide and never thought that anything was impossible. magic really wasn’t that big of a deal to poe, because he had something much stranger surrounding him every day. it wasn’t until he turned eleven and he had to abandon his mother’s airplane in favor of school that poe paid any attention to his magical birthright.
when he went to school, poe’s father encouraged him to try quidditch. he thought that because his son enjoyed flying in airplanes so much, flying on a broom would be just as exhilarating. poe hated it. brooms were too exposed and too out of control, and he couldn’t get high enough to see the world without feeling like he was one slip of a finger away from plummeting to his death. he much preferred the summer months, where he could return to his mother’s plane.
still, school was inevitable, and poe tried to make the best of it. he was well-rounded, not excelling or lagging in any particular subject. the thing that he was best at in school was helping other people; he tutored younger kids when he could, and found his passion in teaching. his father encouraged him to become and auror and carry on the family legacy (his grandfather and great-grandfather had also been aurors), and poe didn’t have any particular aversion to the career, so he tried his best to make his father’s dreams a reality.
that was difficult, since the summer after exiting hogwarts poe spent most of his waking hours practicing to get his flight certification from the muggle government. he logged sixty hours a week for the first month of the summer holiday before his father reminded him that the auror training program was beginning soon and poe was forced to be earthbound. it was an odd sensation after spending so much time in the air, but poe was forced into a brutal training regimen to prepare him for the physical aspects of being an auror. the summer wore on, and while poe slogged through the training program, he found no real spark.
it wasn’t until after five years of monotonous, dispassionate work (fueled only by his desire to make his father proud) that poe was asked if he would be interested in teaching the newest recruits; the witch who had been training them previously was going on a sabbatical to america, and poe was the only auror who wasn’t currently on a long-term mission. he agreed, if only to have a change of pace, and found that he loved the youth and the innocence in the eyes of the children staring back at him. he carefully paved the runway, talked them through liftoff, and stood back to watch them fly. every time one of them had a success, poe felt it like his own. watching them was vastly more satisfying than accomplishing anything by himself. it had taken some time, but he was finally in a place where he was happy with his work. the teaching position became his permanently when his sabbatical-bound colleague decided to make her move permanent.
being a teacher made poe want to be better in every way; he became a better auror in his quest to keep his students safer and better prepare them for the auror force. the next years saw him blossom, and he actually began to prefer being on the earth to being in the air. that was all shattered when the minister died, because the deaths didn’t end there. aurors, people who had been his friends, starting dying, and it was almost enough to break poe. he had taught some of them, watched them grow up, and suddenly the innocent flush of their cheeks was scrubbed away to make room for the pallor of death. he didn’t know how to cope in any other way but flying. some called it an adrenaline rush, but all poe wanted was to take back control that he lost when people died. he knew how to control an airplane, and no one else could control him when he was in the sky.
now faced with an incoming class of aurors who were a little less innocent than the last, poe is determined to make them into the best aurors they can be. as much as poe hates to admit it, there is a war brewing, and every war needs soldiers. he’s going to make sure they have the damn best training they can get, so that they can stay alive.
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alias
name:
puck
age:
17
time zone:
est
reference:
topsites
other characters:
royal shacklebolt, jamie greyback, lysander scamander, hephaestus corfield, xanthippe meagle, zytka kamuntu, fred weasley, marcus flint, elspeth peregrine
