Post by hugh on Aug 7, 2011 7:02:18 GMT -5
hugh alexander sawbridge 
twenty-nine , slytherin , head of slytherin , Zachary quinto, original
name:
professor hugh alexander sawbridge
nicknames:
well i expect all students to address me as professor sawbridge but the staff may call me hugh
age:
twenty-nine but looking good
house:
slytherin
occupation:
head of the slytherin house/ potions professor
blood status:
pureblood
wand:
18” elm with a dragons heartstring
relationship status:
single
professor hugh alexander sawbridge
nicknames:
well i expect all students to address me as professor sawbridge but the staff may call me hugh
age:
twenty-nine but looking good
house:
slytherin
occupation:
head of the slytherin house/ potions professor
blood status:
pureblood
wand:
18” elm with a dragons heartstring
relationship status:
single
play-by:
zachary quinto
hair color:
dark brown
eye color:
dark brown
distinguishing features:
apart from my good looks? probably the tattoo which runs up my arm. don’t ask me what it is, i’m not quite sure myself
style:
well one in my sort of position must always of course dress smartly but I thoroughly enjoy it. i do wear robes some times but that’s not one of my favourite things to wear. I tend to like to wear three piece suits or a smart shirt with black trousers. i feel that it is important to look good, especially when you have a face like mine. even if I’m going for something more casual I will wear a shirt with jeans. i am quite up to date with styles if I do say so myself
zachary quinto
hair color:
dark brown
eye color:
dark brown
distinguishing features:
apart from my good looks? probably the tattoo which runs up my arm. don’t ask me what it is, i’m not quite sure myself
style:
well one in my sort of position must always of course dress smartly but I thoroughly enjoy it. i do wear robes some times but that’s not one of my favourite things to wear. I tend to like to wear three piece suits or a smart shirt with black trousers. i feel that it is important to look good, especially when you have a face like mine. even if I’m going for something more casual I will wear a shirt with jeans. i am quite up to date with styles if I do say so myself
likes:
slytherin house, performing magic, making potions, having authority, a drink of whiskey every now and then, teaching, secrets, dark magic, defence against the dark arts, potions, women, power.
dislikes:
snotty kids who think they can get past me, arrogance, muggleborns (not that I can show my dislike because that would be unprofessional), griffindor, most music, misbehaving children, over confident teachers, a lot of food (I’m very fussy with my food).
strengths:
obviously potions. i have been good at potions all my life and am now familiar with nearly every brew. i can make potions that can kill or heal you when you are seconds away from death. i can make you fall in love or hate someone so much that you want to kill them. however i am also very good at being authorial. that’s why I am head of slytherin and able to put every student in their place. nothing gets past me.
weaknesses:
hmm weaknesses. now that is a hard question. i’m not the greatest flyer, never have been but it’s never really bothered me. now I can apparate there is no real use for a broom is there?
fears:
i most worry about people finding out about my past because I fear that this may cause my job to have some problems. yes there are rumours going round that I am some dark wizard but that’s because I’m a bit bossy and strict when it comes to teaching, nothing that can be proved. there is nothing else i really fear
dreams:
i dream that one day i will be headmaster of Hogwarts school. i would knock it into shape, make sure that it was run properly and confine the number of students allowed in to those that are actually going to do something constructive with their magic
secrets:
when i was younger i meddled with dark magic. not anything too serious. just put spells on people to make them do what i wanted them to and other things like that. i never truly harmed anyone and no-one really ever found out about it. i am quite the expert with dark magic.
personality:
the first attribute that probably comes across with me is strictness. yes i am a bit of a strict and grumpy teacher bit that’s how you get these kids to actually get up and do some work. potions is not an easy subject and you will only pass if you work hard and that is what i make my students do. because of this there are many mixed feelings about me. there are many students which despise me, I have to say these are normally from griffindor. Then there are those who respect me, these are normally the students that excel in my classes and are more likely to be in slytherin house. i do not try and show favouritism but of course, being head of slytherin, i am inclined to support anyone in my house. then there is the bizarre reception that i get from a few of the female members. well i understand that i am not an ugly person, especially for my age but i do get a lot of female attention by some. i guess they must like a guy who takes charge. i do try and remain professional in situations such as those though. i am a bit of a perfectionist so enjoy making potions, and making them good. in my spare time i normally sit in my office finding new and better ways to make potions so that i can teach it to some of my finer students. it is unlikely you’ll see me with many other members of staff. i do not tend to get on with them as they all seem to be too idiotic and not focused on the important things however i do try and get along with everyone just in case I need something from them. i am a man of many talents and I know that and so do all the other members of staff, including the headmaster. that means I’m very versatile and tend to help out in other subjects when teachers aren’t able to attend. yes I have a bit of an evil streak to me. i love to undermine annoying students and think of different ways in which i can punish them. on the other hand i can show favouritism to those special students who work hard and deserve my respect. i have a dark side and although students may think they’ve seen it they haven’t seen the worst of me. because of my past i am not very trusting. i never believe what i am told and i am always very skeptical about what people tell me. this has become useful in my job though because it means i normally catch out students when they are lying to me. there is normally nothing that get's past me, even if i have to use a truth serum every now and then. i'm not completely dark and dreary though. i do actually enjoy partying and going out and having fun, like any guy my age does. and, even though it is a rare thing when i go out to a party i do "let my hair down" as the expression goes and allow myself to have a good time. i try to keep my social life very seperate from work though so no students catch me when i'm drunk, thus losing my image and authority.
slytherin house, performing magic, making potions, having authority, a drink of whiskey every now and then, teaching, secrets, dark magic, defence against the dark arts, potions, women, power.
dislikes:
snotty kids who think they can get past me, arrogance, muggleborns (not that I can show my dislike because that would be unprofessional), griffindor, most music, misbehaving children, over confident teachers, a lot of food (I’m very fussy with my food).
strengths:
obviously potions. i have been good at potions all my life and am now familiar with nearly every brew. i can make potions that can kill or heal you when you are seconds away from death. i can make you fall in love or hate someone so much that you want to kill them. however i am also very good at being authorial. that’s why I am head of slytherin and able to put every student in their place. nothing gets past me.
weaknesses:
hmm weaknesses. now that is a hard question. i’m not the greatest flyer, never have been but it’s never really bothered me. now I can apparate there is no real use for a broom is there?
fears:
i most worry about people finding out about my past because I fear that this may cause my job to have some problems. yes there are rumours going round that I am some dark wizard but that’s because I’m a bit bossy and strict when it comes to teaching, nothing that can be proved. there is nothing else i really fear
dreams:
i dream that one day i will be headmaster of Hogwarts school. i would knock it into shape, make sure that it was run properly and confine the number of students allowed in to those that are actually going to do something constructive with their magic
secrets:
when i was younger i meddled with dark magic. not anything too serious. just put spells on people to make them do what i wanted them to and other things like that. i never truly harmed anyone and no-one really ever found out about it. i am quite the expert with dark magic.
personality:
the first attribute that probably comes across with me is strictness. yes i am a bit of a strict and grumpy teacher bit that’s how you get these kids to actually get up and do some work. potions is not an easy subject and you will only pass if you work hard and that is what i make my students do. because of this there are many mixed feelings about me. there are many students which despise me, I have to say these are normally from griffindor. Then there are those who respect me, these are normally the students that excel in my classes and are more likely to be in slytherin house. i do not try and show favouritism but of course, being head of slytherin, i am inclined to support anyone in my house. then there is the bizarre reception that i get from a few of the female members. well i understand that i am not an ugly person, especially for my age but i do get a lot of female attention by some. i guess they must like a guy who takes charge. i do try and remain professional in situations such as those though. i am a bit of a perfectionist so enjoy making potions, and making them good. in my spare time i normally sit in my office finding new and better ways to make potions so that i can teach it to some of my finer students. it is unlikely you’ll see me with many other members of staff. i do not tend to get on with them as they all seem to be too idiotic and not focused on the important things however i do try and get along with everyone just in case I need something from them. i am a man of many talents and I know that and so do all the other members of staff, including the headmaster. that means I’m very versatile and tend to help out in other subjects when teachers aren’t able to attend. yes I have a bit of an evil streak to me. i love to undermine annoying students and think of different ways in which i can punish them. on the other hand i can show favouritism to those special students who work hard and deserve my respect. i have a dark side and although students may think they’ve seen it they haven’t seen the worst of me. because of my past i am not very trusting. i never believe what i am told and i am always very skeptical about what people tell me. this has become useful in my job though because it means i normally catch out students when they are lying to me. there is normally nothing that get's past me, even if i have to use a truth serum every now and then. i'm not completely dark and dreary though. i do actually enjoy partying and going out and having fun, like any guy my age does. and, even though it is a rare thing when i go out to a party i do "let my hair down" as the expression goes and allow myself to have a good time. i try to keep my social life very seperate from work though so no students catch me when i'm drunk, thus losing my image and authority.
parents:
hugh zachary sawbridge and helen natalie baker
siblings:
nathao zachary sawbridge, twenty-nine
others:
lots of cousins who are fairly dark wizards
history:
all my life i guess I was destined to be a dark wizard. for generations my family have all practiced dark magic so why would i be an exception. that’s why from the day i was born dark ideas were put into my head. from a very young age i enjoyed reading book of spells, desperate to try them out and do some amazing things. of course i was too young to do any of them which just frustrated me. that’s why I was so excited of the idea of going to wizarding school. I couldn’t wait to meet all the teachers and learn magic that i could develop and use any way I pleased. of course i was sorted in slytherin, much to the pleasure of my father and quickly began to show off my talents to my teachers. however there was one that i was especially close to, my potions professor. as he began to realise the skills i possessed he started treating me more and more like a friend rather then a student. he also used to enjoy the idea of dark magic and he was the one who really sparked my ideas. he showed me books and taught me spells that if i used at my age i would be expelled quicker then you could say slytherin. suddenly my brother was at school, I remember sitting in the hall, a seat next to me, ready for him to join my side to prepare him for the daunting task of starting school. the sorting hat was placed on his head. the hat thought for a moment before “griffindor” rang round the room. i couldn’t believe it. my own brother in griffindor. It was safe to say my father was more then angry. then again my brother had always been very different to us. not wanting to join in with anything, never interested in dark magic in the same way I was. I should have seen it coming but from that day I could not bring myself to be seen with him. I was too proud of my name and background for that and since that day me and my brother has never really seen eye to eye. we are just too different. my school years past quickly though and i came out of school with the highest possible grade in both potions and defence against the dark arts. during my time at school i had never really had time for long relationships so although i did have a lot of interest in girls, because I was so caught up in my work, relationships rarely lasted very long. it was safe to say though that whilst my time at school i got caught up in a very bad group of friends, whom i was their leader and who, once we had graduated, became my accomplices during the time after school. i quickly got a job which involved making all sorts of different potions. but it wasn’t for the ministry of magic or somewhere like that, oh no. i worked for a very dark man who was using these potions for god knows what. i also took part in some very dark magic. i do have to admit i wasn’t entirely comfortable with what i was doing but it was work and it paid well. it was a job that i just could not refuse. I was good, very good for my age and my boss knew i was a valuable asset to his company so he treated me with an enormous amount of respect. i do know this is the reason i may be a bit big-headed now but i know I possess talents in the production of potions that most wizards only dream of. then one day the ministry found out about what my boss was doing and sent him to Azkaban, leaving me jobless. it didn’t take long for the headmaster of Hogwarts to approach me though. turns out the job of potions master was going and he knew just how talented i was. he also knew about my past, of course he did, nothing ever got past him. i guess he must have thought that i was young and vulnerable and believed he could change me or something like that because he offered me the job. of course I took it. i had never really considered the career of teaching but the more i thought about it the more it seemed appealing. my talents were being put to good use and I was forming future wizards. i do have to say I enjoyed the authority and power and I quickly made my way up to head of slytherin. i haven’t meddled in dark arts since i have been at Hogwarts, except for educational purposes of course.
hugh zachary sawbridge and helen natalie baker
siblings:
nathao zachary sawbridge, twenty-nine
others:
lots of cousins who are fairly dark wizards
history:
all my life i guess I was destined to be a dark wizard. for generations my family have all practiced dark magic so why would i be an exception. that’s why from the day i was born dark ideas were put into my head. from a very young age i enjoyed reading book of spells, desperate to try them out and do some amazing things. of course i was too young to do any of them which just frustrated me. that’s why I was so excited of the idea of going to wizarding school. I couldn’t wait to meet all the teachers and learn magic that i could develop and use any way I pleased. of course i was sorted in slytherin, much to the pleasure of my father and quickly began to show off my talents to my teachers. however there was one that i was especially close to, my potions professor. as he began to realise the skills i possessed he started treating me more and more like a friend rather then a student. he also used to enjoy the idea of dark magic and he was the one who really sparked my ideas. he showed me books and taught me spells that if i used at my age i would be expelled quicker then you could say slytherin. suddenly my brother was at school, I remember sitting in the hall, a seat next to me, ready for him to join my side to prepare him for the daunting task of starting school. the sorting hat was placed on his head. the hat thought for a moment before “griffindor” rang round the room. i couldn’t believe it. my own brother in griffindor. It was safe to say my father was more then angry. then again my brother had always been very different to us. not wanting to join in with anything, never interested in dark magic in the same way I was. I should have seen it coming but from that day I could not bring myself to be seen with him. I was too proud of my name and background for that and since that day me and my brother has never really seen eye to eye. we are just too different. my school years past quickly though and i came out of school with the highest possible grade in both potions and defence against the dark arts. during my time at school i had never really had time for long relationships so although i did have a lot of interest in girls, because I was so caught up in my work, relationships rarely lasted very long. it was safe to say though that whilst my time at school i got caught up in a very bad group of friends, whom i was their leader and who, once we had graduated, became my accomplices during the time after school. i quickly got a job which involved making all sorts of different potions. but it wasn’t for the ministry of magic or somewhere like that, oh no. i worked for a very dark man who was using these potions for god knows what. i also took part in some very dark magic. i do have to admit i wasn’t entirely comfortable with what i was doing but it was work and it paid well. it was a job that i just could not refuse. I was good, very good for my age and my boss knew i was a valuable asset to his company so he treated me with an enormous amount of respect. i do know this is the reason i may be a bit big-headed now but i know I possess talents in the production of potions that most wizards only dream of. then one day the ministry found out about what my boss was doing and sent him to Azkaban, leaving me jobless. it didn’t take long for the headmaster of Hogwarts to approach me though. turns out the job of potions master was going and he knew just how talented i was. he also knew about my past, of course he did, nothing ever got past him. i guess he must have thought that i was young and vulnerable and believed he could change me or something like that because he offered me the job. of course I took it. i had never really considered the career of teaching but the more i thought about it the more it seemed appealing. my talents were being put to good use and I was forming future wizards. i do have to say I enjoyed the authority and power and I quickly made my way up to head of slytherin. i haven’t meddled in dark arts since i have been at Hogwarts, except for educational purposes of course.
rp example:
The Doctor leaned on the console of the TARDIS, everything about him still except for the beating of his broken hearts and a single tear rolling over his soft red cheek. Rose was gone, Donna had forgotten him and Martha didn’t need him anymore. The hum of the console was now the only sound that filled the humongous TARDIS. That’s what The Doctor hated the most. The silence. No human energy to liven up the atmosphere. No talking. No laughing. Nothing.
Suddenly he straightened himself up, his hand brushing away the stream of tears that had somehow crept up on him and formed there. He was being stupid. Martha was engaged and happy with a good job, Rose had her own version of himself who loved her just as much as he did and Donna… well Donna had a loving family to look after her. He just needed to move on. Alone this time though. He didn’t think his hearts could cope with another loss. His long fingers danced over numerous buttons as the TARDIS’ engines roared into life and his ship raced through the vortex. Then he sat on his sofa, lifting his legs up and resting his feet on the edge of the console. “Take me away girl. Anywhere. You pick.” He said, crossing his arms, watching as numbers ran along the screen, wondering where he would end up this time.
The Doctor had let his mind wander again and was only brought out of it when he felt the familiar jolt of the TARDIS, signalling they had landed. He grabbed his coat and, slipping it on started to walk towards the doors. He sighed, realising he didn’t feel half the excitement that he normally felt with a human on his side but quickly brushed those thoughts away. He was going to have a good time even if it killed him.
Stepping out he felt soft ground beneath his feet and looked down only to realise he was stood on sand figuring out where he was nearly straight away. He half smiled to himself as he shook his head and shut the door, stroking the doors affectionately. “Thanks old girl.”
Then, pulling out some shades from his pockets which, much like his TARDIS, were bigger on the inside, he started to stroll along, hands in his pockets. The sun was strong and soon The Doctor needed to sit down on the warm sand. The TARDIS had taken him to the one place he couldn’t resist. The one place he couldn’t help but relax and forget about everything. It was deserted which was perfect for The Doctor. “Well seeing as I’m all alone I might as well build up my tan a little. I think the Defender of Earth deserves a break.” He said to himself, smiling as he kicked his converses off and started to take his coat and suit off till he was down to just his pants.
The Doctor leaned on the console of the TARDIS, everything about him still except for the beating of his broken hearts and a single tear rolling over his soft red cheek. Rose was gone, Donna had forgotten him and Martha didn’t need him anymore. The hum of the console was now the only sound that filled the humongous TARDIS. That’s what The Doctor hated the most. The silence. No human energy to liven up the atmosphere. No talking. No laughing. Nothing.
Suddenly he straightened himself up, his hand brushing away the stream of tears that had somehow crept up on him and formed there. He was being stupid. Martha was engaged and happy with a good job, Rose had her own version of himself who loved her just as much as he did and Donna… well Donna had a loving family to look after her. He just needed to move on. Alone this time though. He didn’t think his hearts could cope with another loss. His long fingers danced over numerous buttons as the TARDIS’ engines roared into life and his ship raced through the vortex. Then he sat on his sofa, lifting his legs up and resting his feet on the edge of the console. “Take me away girl. Anywhere. You pick.” He said, crossing his arms, watching as numbers ran along the screen, wondering where he would end up this time.
The Doctor had let his mind wander again and was only brought out of it when he felt the familiar jolt of the TARDIS, signalling they had landed. He grabbed his coat and, slipping it on started to walk towards the doors. He sighed, realising he didn’t feel half the excitement that he normally felt with a human on his side but quickly brushed those thoughts away. He was going to have a good time even if it killed him.
Stepping out he felt soft ground beneath his feet and looked down only to realise he was stood on sand figuring out where he was nearly straight away. He half smiled to himself as he shook his head and shut the door, stroking the doors affectionately. “Thanks old girl.”
Then, pulling out some shades from his pockets which, much like his TARDIS, were bigger on the inside, he started to stroll along, hands in his pockets. The sun was strong and soon The Doctor needed to sit down on the warm sand. The TARDIS had taken him to the one place he couldn’t resist. The one place he couldn’t help but relax and forget about everything. It was deserted which was perfect for The Doctor. “Well seeing as I’m all alone I might as well build up my tan a little. I think the Defender of Earth deserves a break.” He said to himself, smiling as he kicked his converses off and started to take his coat and suit off till he was down to just his pants.
kate , seventeen , female , annie! <3 , gabriel vaisley and amelia mallory , a promise doesn’t mean a thing anymore
