Post by ANGUS BAIRD on Aug 4, 2022 15:34:59 GMT -5
Angus Baird
Birthday: February 15, 2004
Blood Status: Pureblood
Location of Residence: Godric's Hollow
School: Hogwarts
House: Ravenclaw
Supporting Group: Ministry (at the influence of his parents and for the safety of his Basilisk, Bastion).
Appearance:
Three Characteristics You Think You Are: Passionate in the studies of magical beasts, cool-minded, considerably bookish
Three Characteristics Others Think You Are: (To some) A Dark wizard in the making due to my being a Parselmouth, intelligent, quaint
Three Random Facts:
I am a Parselmouth. Yes, run for the hills and call me the next Dark Lord, I don't care. I didn't choose to have this ability.
My best friend is a male Basilisk, whom I have named Bastion. I rescued him from a Dark wizard breeding them for sale and trained him to keep his eyes closed at all cost to avoid anyone meeting his deadly gaze.
My father is the current head of Baird Blacksmiths, a family business he inherited consisting of weaponry crafted for both wizard and Muggle alike.
Aspirations: To graduate Hogwarts and achieve employment in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry.
New Job(s): Magical Beings and Beasts Rights Office Intern
Opinion:
Harry Potter - He took down the Dark Lord and is a fellow Parselmouth! I would have so many questions for him if I were to ever meet him.
The Ministry - They aren't very well-liked in the eyes of the public these days, but they spared Bastion an execution, so I must yield to their authority. It was difficult as a child and registered Parselmouth to convince them not to end his life, but once my father proposed the idea of a controlled habitat for him, they were convinced. I took special care to discipline him to never open his eyes unless upon my command.
Muggles - If not for Muggles, my ancestors would never have obtained the wealth that helped save Bastion and provide him a habitat in our mansion.
Blood Purity - The Bairds are purebloods, but we do not subscribe to supremacy or inbreeding. Seems quite asinine to judge someone's character, talents, or worth based upon how many Muggles or Wizards from which they descend.
Care of Magical Creatures - This is a class I relate to on an intimate level. I've been caring for my own Basilisk since the age of nine. Plus, I love learning more and more about all forms of magical beasts we coexist with in the magical world.
Family:
Fiona & Bram Baird (Mother & Father) - Both 42 - It was during a family vacation in Dahshur that my parents and I discovered I had this gift; I was about seven. It was weeks after a nasty dust storm that we happened upon a cobra in the middle of bazaar. We were all initially frightened, until I heard the cobra say he was simply trying to find the owner the dust storm had separated him. I had no clue I was speaking a different language until my family informed me. They grew quite protective over me, knowing the stigma others held towards Parselmouths, but were none less loving towards me.
Unfortunately, they were not as initially passive towards the knowledge of my clandestine housing of a Basilisk underneath my bed...I had to show them how docile I had made Bastion, how I would never have allowed such a lethal creature in our home if I wasn't certain he had been trained against his nature. They somewhat relaxed after a demonstration of how he never opened his eyes when he sensed humans in the vicinity, but it wasn't assuring enough for them not to take the matter up with the Ministry.
I passionately and tearfully pled my case to the Ministry while they kept Bastion in protected captivity. After the guards corroborated that Bastion never once opened his eyes around them as they surveyed him, it was declared that he had indeed been tamed. My father agreed to use the wages from the family business to construct Bastion's habitat, where he now resides in peace.
Bastion (bash-TON) - 8 - My best friend and loyal Basilisk. I was nine when my parents brought me along for a shopping trip in Diagon Alley when Bastion had gnawed free of the suitcase of the wizard responsible for his breeding (he really thought THAT could contain a Basilisk for long). Thankfully, no one looked down at the serpent as he silently slithered past their feet.
I had heard him whispering, "Esssscape...Esssscape..."
Having read much on magical creatures, I was able to discern him as a Basilisk from the red plume atop his head. I knew I had to proceed with caution as I trailed after him into a deserted alley. I called out to him, telling him I wouldn't hurt him and promising that I could save him as long he promised to never open his eyes. My then-infantile Basilisk agreed, and slithered out from behind the dumpster with his eyes closed. I gave him a name, Bastion, and he submitted to being called such.
He initially addressed me as "Masssster..." but I insisted he just call me Angus. He slithered under my shirt and around my torso and took him home. I spent months bringing him scraps before the servants revealed a shed snake skin in my closet, and you know the rest...
Roleplay Example:
September 1, 2021
This would be his final year at Hogwarts, and that was a bittersweet fact. As the young Parselmouth walked with his parents to platform Nine and Three-Quarters. It would be another summer away from Bastion, whom he had trained to rely on his other senses and to only use his sight when allowed. But he would well kept after as every other period he spend away from home at Hogwarts.
“So you both remember to have the servants lead the cattle into the habitat,” Angus said, “and remember –”
“Absolutely no roosters,” his father chuckled with a clap to his son's back. “How many times must we go over this, son? Your mother and I are well aware that the crowing of a rooster results in the instant death of a Basilisk.”
Angus grinned slyly in response. “A knowledgeable refreshing is never inessential, Dad.”
To this, his father gave a whimsical sigh. “You Ravenclaws...”
“Are you forgetting that your father-in-law is a Ravenclaw?” his mother rhetorically responded with mock-outrage in the defense of her dad.
“Let's not spend my last first day bickering, alright guys?” Angus said, turning to hug both his parents. “Be sure to write to me and tell me how Bastion is doing every month, okay?”
He turned to walk towards the train. “See you both at Christmas!”
Angus boarded the Hogwarts express with his suitcase, planning to savor everyday of his final term at Hogwarts while his parents waved in his wake.
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