@BrutalBx And here we are. One order of werewolf with a side of tragedy ready to go!
Name: Kieran McMillan
Alias & Nicknames: Kieran is used to responding to a number of “clever” werewolf slurs instead of his name
Age: 25
Place of Origin: Wicklow, Ireland
Blood Status: Pureblood
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationships Status: Single
Wand: Cedar, 10.5 in, Phoenix Feather
Education: Graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry, Ravenclaw House
Speciality: Potions
Experience as a Regulator: Kieran has been a Regulator for just over three years
Biography: Kieran’s story started off innocent enough. His parents were both accomplished in the wizarding world in their own right, with his father having served as an Auror and his mother the owner of a potions shop. Naturally, the young Kieran took to learning their crafts like sweetness to sugar, but it would be the long hours he spent watching his mother’s work that would be the most beneficial for him in the years to come. When his ever important eleventh birthday came to the family, it was with little surprise that Kieran showed the makings of a wizard when he caused a vial he was reaching for to quite literally fly off the shelf.
And thus the quiet, introverted boy was shipped off to Hogwarts. While making friends did not come easily to him, studying proved to be as simple as breathing to the lad, as was the case for many of his fellow Ravenclaws. But of those that did manage to befriend the odd boy, one Connor Langley was of particular note. As it was because of this friendship that the end of his fifth year took a rather dark turn.
It was supposed to just be a stupid dare between two irresponsible upperclassmen. Connor bet Kieran a galleon that the rumors surrounding the school about a pack of werewolves in the Forbidden Forest was not the absolute hogwash that the latter claimed them to be. So one night at the end of the term, the two made their way deep into the woods, with the light of a full moon beating down on them. Truly they were young and overconfident, as they didn’t even notice the sounds of approaching terror until it was too late.
For Kieran, that night became a blur in his memories. A sharp burning sensation as teeth sunk into his shoulder. A distressed Connor yelling at him to run and get help. The sound of bones breaking. Frantically scrambling through the woods in a cold sweat. Yelling at the top of his lungs, voice hoarse. Waking up in the infirmary with a concerned professor staring down at him. Finding out that he had been infected Lycanthropy. Being told that his friend had died before help could arrive.
These fragments of memories would haunt Kieran throughout his remaining years at Hogwarts, which were accompanied by isolation from his peers out of fear and hate. Most suspected that he would drop out, but instead the boy let himself become consumed by his studies rather than give in to his sorrow, practically turning the library into a second home. And in order to accommodate to his condition, the school was beyond generous enough to supply him with Wolfsbane Potions on the condition that he helped procure the ingredients and assist in making the potion, which would lead to his passion for potion making.
Kieran graduated near the top of his class, much to the surprise of those around him, but instead of pride the young man felt dread. Because while the livelihood of werewolves had improved considerably since Kingsley Shacklebolt had overturned much of the anti-werewolf legislation that had plagued his kind, Wolfsbane Potions were still largely unavailable due to its expensive ingredients and complicated formula. So for a recent graduate in a world that was still wary of werewolves, his prospects were still a long ways away from being bright and full of hope.
But then, not even a month after his graduation, an owl came for him from the Occult Regulation Office. Kieran did not even have to look over the letter twice before he knew what he sent his reply, accepting the position. Since joining ORO, the young mage has made it his mission to study werewolves and the Wolfsbane Potion, in a bid to either find a way to make the potion more available to his kind or to devise a cure entirely, with his work as a Regulator granting him access to both a means to acquire ingredients and to continue to learn about both.
Notes:
- Claimed color is Slate Gray
- Due to his unfortunate tendency to test his own potions, Kieran’s sense of taste has become rather… Odd. For your own sake, don’t ever leave him in charge of cooking for others
- An observant eye will notice a scar on his right shoulder that looks like a ring of teeth marks, a permanent reminder of his status as a werewolf
- His Patronous takes on the form of a wolf (it has been theorized that this is the case for most werewolves due to the significance the animal represents for them)
- His Bogart manifests as his dead friend Connor, bloodied and dying, asking him why he ran that night
Accepted!
