LANE, roger marcus [F]

[Roger Lane]

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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,

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always lookin' down at all i see
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ROGER MARCUS LANE[/center]

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PAINTED FACES FILL ,

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the spaces i can't reach
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Roger Marcus Lane
NICKNAMES:
Rog (only used by close friends), Professor, Kid (close friends only, and this does include fellow staff members who remember him being a student a mere three years before)
AGE:
20
D.O.B.:
June 3, 2185
HOUSE:
Formerly Dynasty
ALLEGIANCE:
The Order
PROFESSION:
Transfiguration professor/Dynasty HoH (I didn't see a profession or Head of House claim, so I'm hoping this is all right)
WAND:
Twelve and a half inches, blackthorn and unicorn hair, good for transfiguration and charms.

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YOU KNOW THAT I ,

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could use somebody
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Dusty brown
EYE COLOUR:
Piercing aqua blue
HEIGHT:
6'
WEIGHT:
175 lbs.
BODY TYPE:
Rather thin for a man, but muscular
PLAYBY:
Chace Crawford
PERSONAL STYLE:
Roger's dress style, is, for the most part, casual and inconspicuous. Neutral colors like white, black, gray, and tan. Sometimes he wears more earthy tones, such as emerald, mahogany, dark brown, and deep blue. When teaching a class, he will wear formal robes, usually black and white in color.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Roger stands at about 6' and weighs around 175 lbs. He has light tan skin, which is free of noticeable blemishes. Except for the once large bitemark on his mid back area. It's disappeared with time, mostly, but there is still residual scarring. His hair is a dark, dusty brown. His eyes are a haunted, piercing aqua blue. He is rather thin, lithe, and surprisingly muscular.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,

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and how you speak
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• Having others confide in him
• Being a teacher at the only place in the world that feels like home to him (anymore)
• Trust
• His adoptive guardians (now dead, like his parents)
• Animals (magical and normal alike)
• Wide open spaces
• Books
• Taking outings to Flaming Falls
• Thinking quietly/pondering his existence
CHARACTER DISLIKES: 9+
• People with premeditated evil in their hearts/poor intentioned
• Students playing pranks on campus/making fun of other students or people
• Being alone/having no one to talk to
• Lying (even though he has to)
• Trying in vain to express himself (although he makes an excellent counselor for others)
• The fact that he's never, ever kissed a girl (and yes, he's had a crush or two)
• Halloween
• Awkward social situations
• Himself/werewolves/being what he is
GOALS:
• To tell at least one person about his affliction, and have them be understanding, not judgmental
• To be one of the most notable professors in Phoenix history (he's already the youngest)
• To not let being a werewolf impede his other numerous aspirations
BOGGART:

In all irony, Roger's greatest fear is himself. That if anyone else found out about his "little problem," it would turn his life upside down. Furthermore, delving a bit into the psychological, he is afraid of that other side of himself, brewing beneath the surface. If he encountered a boggart, it would without question appear in the form of a werewolf.

PATRONUS:

He actually has two really strong memories, and both would succeed in encouraging the preferred result of the Patronus Charm. The first, and perhaps most obvious, are his parents. His mother's comforting voice, his father's laugh. The second would be from when he was eleven years old, when he first arrived at Phoenix. Especially the first time he stared up at the grand castle, and felt a strange warmth pass through his body. His Patronus takes the form of a monk seal.

DEMENTOR:

No horrible memory is more prominent than the evening he came home, at nine and a half years old, and found his mother slaughtered, lying in a pool of blood. His father's body was recovered, so Roger didn't have to picture his other parent lifeless as well.

AMORENTIA:
• Women's perfume (don't ask)
• Brand new books
• Salt
• Butterbeer
BASIC PERSONALITY:
• Lost
• Conflicted
• Misunderstood
• Vengeful
• Serious
• Gentle
• Intelligent
• Empathic
• Tough (we're talking mentally and physically, as in strong)
• Patient
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,

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under cover of the streets
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Cameron John Lane (wizard, Ministry employee, deceased)
MOTHER:
Melina Theodora Lane (nee Taggart-Cisco, witch, homemaker, deceased)
BROTHER(S):
N/A
SISTER(S):
N/A
OTHER:
Roger is a werewolf, though not genetically. He was bitten at the age of nine and a half by a renegade werewolf seeking revenge on the Lane family. A few professors knew about his ailment while he was in school, but nobody other than that.
BLOOD STATUS:
Pureblood
HOMETOWN:
Devonshire, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE:
Phoenix School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
BIOGRAPHY:

Roger was born on a brisk evening in late spring, 2185. His parents, Cameron and Melina, hadn't actually been planning on having a child. He just sort of... happened. Devonshire was the place of his birth, and also where he spent most of his childhood. The land was hilly in some parts, boasted moorlands with a high wind chill factor in other parts, and even dipped down into valleys and pastures for raising crops and animals. He had an active and full early life, and learned a great deal about the environment, magic and Muggle, around him. Roger often liked to climb trees, sit atop giant boulders, and even scale small hills. The Lane family was literally living in the middle of nowhere. This was actually more of a virtue than a vice. Cameron Lane was a Ministry employee, an Auror, although his guise was magizoologist, to protect his privacy. He had no trouble getting to London each day, of course, for he could simply Apparate, summon the Knight Bus, or locate a Portkey. His wife Melina was his childhood sweetheart and best friend. Roger inherited her dusty brown hair.

Sadly, Roger had a real problem with school. Muggle school, to be exact. The other kids knew there was something different about him, but couldn't put their fingers on what. He would often return home from school miserable, and his mum would always try and make him feel better. He especially hated it when kids caught a glimpse of Roger arriving at school, by Side-Along Apparition. The parents of his fellow students would never believe their children's stories, of course.

One day, at the age of nine and a half, Roger came home, feeling horrid as usual. His mum did her usual comforting routine, and told him that his dad wasn't back yet. She neglected to tell him that she was beginning to worry. Cameron had been away, tracking an accused practicer of dark magic who also happened to be part werewolf. Roger left to buy food and household supplies at the nearest local market. When he came home an hour later, he found his mother's lifeless form in the parlor in a pool of dark red blood. It was evening, and he could barely make out a figure standing over Melina in the darkness. It stepped into the light, and revealed itself to be a werewolf. It immediately grabbed a hold of Roger and bit him on his back, leaving a deep gash mark. Then it released him. Roger took off from the cottage, running for his life, running in anger, running in sadness, running, running, running. Three more days, and his father's body turned up in Nottingham.

He was located by Muggle authorities and placed in an orphanage, where he constantly ran away from. After a year, he was adopted out to an elderly couple, Muggles, who'd never had a child in their lives. They treated him kindly, and he was happier than he had been since his parents were killed. He also had a new secret to keep: he had been bitten by a werewolf and now was one. The couple were old, though. Senile. They didn't notice his latenight wanderings each full moon.

He received his Phoenix letter several days after his eleventh birthday. He went by himself to purchase school supplies, making use of the wizarding currency his parents had put into a savings account for him years earlier. Roger was very smart, and figured out what to get and where to go by reading the letter.

The seven years spent at Phoenix were some of the best for Roger. He made friends. He did exceptionally well at school. His professors said he was a joy in class. For the first time in his young life, he truly felt like he belonged. And he had many interesting adventures around the school as well as Flaming Falls. He even made prefect for Dynasty house in his sixth year. All the while keeping his werewolf problem a secret from almost everybody

After graduating, he spent close to three years traveling the world. When the Transfiguration professor retired in early 2205, Roger was everyone's first choice for the job. He accepted it, and became Head of Dynasty as well.

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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,

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you notice someone like me,
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Miral
RP EXPERIENCE:
Three years and eight months
HOW YOU FOUND US:
ProBoards Support (where I find everything)
OTHER CHARACTERS:
N/A
LUCKY NUMBER!
Thirteen
RP SAMPLE:

Fwoom! Swoosh! Bang! Finished homework, blank pieces of parchment, quills, ink vials, and various other school supplies toppled onto the carpet beneath Dei's four-poster bed. She practically jumped to the floor and began to stuff her fallen belongings hastily into her magenta over-the-shoulder bag, checking to make sure that nothing had been damaged or broken. Fortunately, no ink had been spilled and her assignments hadn't been ripped irreparably. Most importantly, her thirteen-inch paper on the behavioral traits of the Dugbog for Defense Against the Dark Arts was still intact. After she finished loading everything up, she heaved the satchel onto her bed. Sighing heavily, she glanced at her father's old pocket watch and her eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh no. I'm gonna be late for Divination!"

It had been about ten minutes since Deirdre had left the common room, and she was approaching the stairwell to the seventh floor of the castle. Stupid staircase. Ugh. It better not move. She paused for a moment, tensing her muscles, preparing for a running start. Yeah. Okay. No pressure. She took a deep breath, and took off. "AGGHHH!" Dei had made it halfway up the stairs when they started to move again. Silently cursing her luck and lack of organizational skills, she bit her lip and waited until motion completely ceased. She stepped off, and immediately realized where she was. "Fourth floor? You've gotta be kidding me. You have got to be kidding me." Fourth floor was where her Arithmancy class was located. "Geez, it's like a curse or something. The one class I'm horrible at. I'm late for Divination and, to make matters worse, I'm standing just outside the Arithmancy classroom."

Typical Deirdre. After a few seconds of staring appallingly at the wooden door that marked the "entrance to boredom," as she sometimes called it, she leapt back onto the staircase. She didn't want to be on the fourth floor any longer than she was required to. Besides, Arithmancy wasn't until the afternoon. Anyway, it took a little over five minutes for Dei to make it to the seventh floor, and another half a minute to reach the trap door/ladder combination that connected to the Divination classroom. She hurriedly pulled the trap door open and began to climb the ladder, but paused for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a thin strip of white parchment floating to the ground. She stepped down the ladder, and put her feet down on the seventh floor. Dei picked up the parchment. In spidery handwriting, the note read "To all Divination students: class will be cancelled today. Your homework is to read Chapter Five of Unfogging the Future. I will also not be available for weekend tutoring sessions this weekend only. If you require assistance, I suggest you ask a fellow student for help, such as Miss Barclay." Well, it certainly didn't look or sound like Professor Addair's writing, so she assumed one of the prefects had written it. Dei smiled nonetheless. She secretly enjoyed being a teacher's pet. And she wasn't all that pleased with this class in particular being postponed. She sighed. "Second time this week."

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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,

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