Age: 33
Birthday: Oct 25th 1992

Blood Status: Pureblood

Location of Residence: Oslo, Norway
Former School: Durmstrang
Former House: n/a
Previous jobs:
alchemy professor [2015-2020]
dark arts professor [2020-2025]
deputy headmaster [2018-2025]
Job: Headmaster at Durmstrang [2025 onwards]



Appearance:






Three Characteristics You Think You Are: ambitious, secretive and compassionate.
Three Characteristics Others Think You Are: determined, manipulative and optimistic.
Three Random Facts:
i. He really enjoys knitting. Don't tell anyone, it'll ruin his image.
ii. He despises tea. Coffee is the only way forward.
iii. He smiles too much for a man with so much work to do.
Aspirations: His aspirations are mostly linked to his teaching position. He wants all of his students to leave and make waves in the world, to make names for themselves and the school, (hopefully good ones). He is not unaware the reputation the school has earned itself by openly teaching the dark arts but he's determined to prove that teaching it does not always equate a dark wizard. 


Favourite Branch of Magic: Alchemy 
Favourite Wizarding Food or Drink: Firewhisky
Thoughts or involvement on an event from the Timeline:
He was incredibly proud of the school when it hosted the Dodecawizard Tournament, 
Thoughts on Blood Purism: He can see both sides of the argument and mostly remains tight-lipped about it publicly but he wouldn't lie and say he'd be too upset if it succeeded.
Thoughts on Scotland's Independence: He's neutral about this - he thinks wizarding/muggle politics are exhausting. 


Family:



Bjorn Birkrem - 33 - twin 
Erik Birkrem - 8 - son
Ophelia Gold - A British woman and his son's mother (ONS) 

*Bear is unaware of his son's existence but he will know once the child reaches magical age as Ophelia will contact him and rock his world.


Roleplay Example:



recycling from Draco pls: 



Darkness shrouded him. Covered him now, like an unwelcome blanket. It had done from the second the mark had been burned into his skin and he felt the burn even now, weeks after it had healed and settled. It was his duty, though, to live in this darkness. To walk through it. To welcome it like an old friend, but in moments alone, moments where Blaise and Theo let him be, he found himself missing the light. Longing for it in moments he was able to but he always buried it deep, put it in an empty book and shelved it like his mother had taught him. He had shelved almost all of his fear too, but left enough so as not to rouse the Dark Lord's suspicion about how much of his mind he was hiding. But it made it easier, hiding the fear, to complete the tasks he was set.



One particular task had come during a potions lesson that Snape had allowed him to leave early, the mark on his arm burning as he was called to action and he had gone, dutifully, bowed his head. He had been told to find the family of one of the defectors. He had found them, of course, but one of them had decided to use a particularly nasty curse on him, ripping open his chest and then.. He had done it. Killed three people. Easy as breathing. Which, arguably wasn’t very easy now he was living with the consequences. He hadn’t known what to do, if he returned to The Dark Lord he’d have been branded a failure, even if he had succeeded in killing them - he had failed by letting them wound him. Wound a Death Eater. Shown them his mortality.



No, he couldn’t go back there and so, he’d gone back to Hogwarts, which gratefully was mostly empty due to the fact everyone had disappeared to Hogsmeade for the weekend. He’d made it as far as the 7th floor corridor where he knew the room of requirement to be, staggered just far enough to beg the door to open before he fell unconscious at the foot of it.


ALIAS: Dee
OTHER CHARACTERS: DRAKE MAZELOW , DRACO MALFOY
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