Abram Ferran

Personal Information

  • Name: Abram Ferran
  • Age: 32
  • Blood: Pureblood
  • Birthdate: May 22nd
  • Place of Birth: Paris, France
  • Occupation: Professor, Creep

Physical Appearance

A ghost of a man, Abram manages to look fairly healthy for someone who was presumed dead in his earlier twenties when he took a glorious AWOL vacation to the Anatolian Mountains. It's easy to miss when he's drifted through - Abe's always had this talent to remain invisible when he doesn't want to be seen, stay silent when he doesn't want to be heard and to top it all off, his terribly average size and appearance makes it hard to pick him out of a crowd. He's not without defining features: a bludgeoning scar makes itself at home on the right side of his mouth. Thanks to this, once anyone gets a good look at him, he's easy to pick out of a line-up.

  • Height: 5'10
  • Weight: 146 lbs
  • Distinguishing Features: A scar on the right side of his mouth

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Personality

Domesticated, as some might say, Abram has grown lethargic and battle-weary from a childhood of fighting - not to mention a rough patch in his early twenties. Twenty six saw the fire burnt out from his young eyes and now he slinks about with his shoulders sloped and his gaze wandering. He hasn't fallen out of the same thing that got him into trouble in the first place, however. In fact, it's only when he's gossiping that the faintest spark of feral life returns to his otherwise dead eyes.

School Information

  • House: Slytherin alumni
  • Position: Astronomy Professor
  • N.E.W.T. Scores
    • Astronomy: O
    • Care of Magical Creatures: A
    • Defense Against the Dark Arts: E
    • Herbology: E
    • History of Magic: O
    • Muggle Studies: A
    • Potions: A
    • Transfiguration: E

Notable Skills

  • Gossip
  • Folkloric Dictionary
  • Knowledge of Mythology
  • Native French Speaker
  • Skilled Urban Runner & Climber
  • Obsessed with Mayan & Aztec Civilizations and Culture
  • Knife-throwing
  • Being Sketchy as Fuck

Magical Information

The only skill he's shown outside of his knife-throwing, star-gazing hobbies to make him a serious wizard is a taboo, shoddy version of legilimency. Out of practice (after being rebuked for too much prying) for six years now, the once-average skill has eroded into nearly nothing aside from the practically useless feeling that some kid is lying to him about why he was late to a midnight class. …Which is easy when a kid is jittering like an addict, all things really considered. (Honestly, he doesn't care, he's just giving you shit because it's fun.) That's aside from his love-hate relationship with his wand. He loves to hate it. It simply loves trying to kill him these days (he's quite certain of that).

  • Patronus: (corporeal) Vulpes v. crucigera - Red Fox

Possessions

  • Wand: Camphor, 12ΒΌ", Quetzal Pinion
  • Pets: Silver morph fox, "Heather"
  • Other Belongings: None to speak of

Brief History

A bit of a douche in his teenage years, some people just don't change all that much when they get older. After school Abe took his parent's money and resourced and took a sabbatical in the Middle East before going back to the UK to get serious about this 'life' thing and find a job… and that shit was not easy. He worked in the ministry for a while as a paper pusher before he got the spot he'd always dreamed of - now he gets to bully children and teach the biggest joke of a class there is - but no seriously, if you don't know who Altair, Deneb, and Vega (and their corresponding celestial bodies) are, you're not passing his class so get the hell out.

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