Conor Onan

[conoronan]

Name: Conor Onan (Conor for love, Onan for strength)

Wanted Position: Lycan, Slytherin Head of House, Professor of Medical Magic

Abilities: Elemental mage, water

History: Most of Conor's young life is just a complete blur. He doesn't remember his real parents, and hardly remembers the person keeping him captive, or being captured at all.

His childhood consisted of living with this woman, he called her auntie, who was very powerful. Once seeing that he too had magic in his blood, she began to teach him as much as he could catch on to. At a very young age, he knew a handful of different spells, charms, curses, potions, and defenses.

He was brought up on some sort of farm, learning to love and care for all different kinds of friends. Those were his friends, other then auntie, and some other strange ladies at his part-time home, which was an enchanted place, he didn't know of for the longest of times.

The clearest memory of all, was his reaction to the moon, he couldn't control it. He longed for it, and was fascinated by it. This always made auntie a bit uneasy.

At eight years old, he was taken away from his care-giver. He remembered that night as clear as day, which was odd, considering the beings capturing him attempted to wipe him clean of his memory, and for the most part they managed to blur every memory he had, except for that night.

He was taken away from auntie by a pack of lycans. At first he was defensive, heartbroken, and afraid. Especially when he awoke as a lycan one morning.

As time went on, the lycans explained to him everything he needed to know. His real father was once a lycan, a member of the very pack Conor was with at the moment. His father married a witch, that was when he left the pack to be with her, which was not a problem to the rest of the lycans. They were all still friends, good friends.

When Conor was a baby, his parents were murdered by a woman who couldn't have her own children, so she stole theirs. This woman was auntie, and this woman, wasn't just a woman, but a vampire. All the ladies he had ever known, were too, vampires. Vampires that lived on Hogwarts ground, that was the enchanted place he always would visit. From then on he was raised to hate vampires, to believe they were terrible creatures, who didn't deserve to be alive. The lycans had found out about this, and for years had been searching for him, to take him back, and that's exactly what they did. They told him that he was only half lycan to begin with, but the night they took him back, they turned him completely lycan.

In the next years he attended a wizarding school in France, and once graduated, he got his medical degree for both humans and animals. Despite his new hatred toward his auntie, her upbring stayed with him, and he couldn't help it. His love for animals remained, as did his interest in photography and learning as much as he could.

He learned of the open position as professor for medical magic at Hogwarts school, and immediately replied. He had always wanted to go to the place that he apparently spent his childhood, see what memories that could spring up. That's what brought him here, today.

*This is Conors knowledge of his history. It is not completely true, it is what he has been told, and eventually he will find out the whole truth.

Physical Description: He stands at 6'4, with a sturdy build. His eyes are a piercing dark blue, his hair a light brown, the same colour as his fur when he is in form.

Other:

[Lucian Lazarovici]

The mods would like you to decide between the Head of House position and the Vampire princess position (on Jesska). Once you let us know about that, we will update your status accordingly.

In order to be a professor, we will need a sample post displaying your teaching abilities.

Lycan and Elemental Mage requests approved.

[conoronan]

Sorry, I'm not trying to be a bother by posting this here while I already messaged you, Lucian. I am just unsure if I should have posted my sample post in response to this thread rather then messaging you, so I'm doing just that.

Sample Post:
Conor loomed lazily over his classic wooden desk, carefully going over the homework assignment from the 6th years last class. He has assigned them a paper in which they had to explain their opinion on whether there is any importance of knowing the body binding spell in medical magic, and what you would use it for in a medical situation. This was assigned after reviewing the spell in their text, and practicing it a few times in class. Conor had been proud to record in his class notes that most of the students had picked up the spell with ease.

With a final print of ink on paper, Conor placed his quill down on his desk, his eyes upon the time. There was five minutes until class begun, students should be piling into the classroom at the very moment. Impulsively he stood up, his chair sliding back as result. He gathered the class papers together, placing them in his briefcase, a long with todays lesson, the text, a few quills, and some other bits and pieces. Feeling a pocket on the inner side of his cloak, he made sure his wand was in place. With a second glance back at the time, he headed toward his office door, and down the hall toward his very own classroom.

A few feet from the entrance to the Medical Magic classroom, he could here the tired chatter of the many students awaiting him. He entered the room, his stride strong, and crisp. He gave the class a stern stare and nod, before setting his brief case on his desk. He hopped onto his desk, sitting there comfortably, examining the faces of the classroom. He'd still have to ask some of the students their names, being a new teacher at Hogwarts left him ignorant to such things.

While waiting for the last of the students to file in, he casually took his wand out, summoning a cup of tea to his side. He gently wisped his wand in circles, his spoon mimicking the movement, swirling the sugars and cream into the freshly brewn tea. He was cutting back on the coffee as of a few weeks ago.

Coffee was Connors drug. Being awake at all hours, not by choice but by duty often required assistance, and rather then going to extreme measures, Conor depended on the caffeine that coffee provided. Now that his new position at Hogwarts was not nearly as stressful and time consuming as his last profession, he found himself with a lot more time to rest, but a coffee addiction. He thought he better nip that addiction in the bud while he could.

Onan cleared his throat, loud enough to catch the attention of the students. The voices muted almost immediately, all eyes on him. Conor still wasn't used to this kind of spotlight, it was going to take awhile before he adjusted and felt comfortable to this kind of authority. He tugged on his green tie, and neatly placed it in front of his button up white shirt he wore.

"Good morning," he welcomed the class, his voice drenched with a French accent.

Conor stood on his feet, pacing back and forth before his desk at a slow rate, while speaking to the students, "Most of you handed in your assignments on time, last class. If there is anyone who is still to hand in their assignment, please do so now. You will be deducted 5 points off the paper for it not being completed on the due date, unless of course there is a reason, and a note to support that reason. I am pleased to report, that so far the assignments are coming a long quite nicely. It's refreshing to know that this generation still have minds of their own," he clapped his hands together three times, before taking another nervous gulp of his tea.

"Now, if you remember last class, we were learning the body binding course. This was so that you would be aware of an alternative, if you are faced with a person who is out of control and needing medical assistance. so instead of stupefying them, you may bind them, before performing medical care on them," he paused, taking a look at the class, "Today, we will be learning how to counter the stupefy curse. This is a necessity, in many situations you will be faced with a victim of this curse, and in order to do any medical work on them, they will need to be conscious, and in that case you will need to know how bring them back to consciousness."

He walked to the blackboard, maintaining his usual good posture. Onan picked up a piece of chalk, and while printing "Ennervate" he continued to speak to the class, "As you might have already guessed, this will require some guineapigs, who don't mind being stupefied, and used as a dummy to practice the counter spell. If you volunteer, you will gain bonus points. We will switch up the volunteers half way through class, so everyone gets to practice. There is no concern with being a dummy, the stupefy spell is completely harmless, you will just be knocked unconscious, in a comfortable situation, and won't feel a thing until you awaken. Once you have woken up, you will be stupefied once more, and not aware of what is going on. There will be no harm done, so nothing to worry about."

"Now, before I begin this lesson, I would recommend getting your notebooks, textbooks, and quills out. Take notes, information being talked about will most likely come up on a future test, or be helpful for you to in some way, shape or form. Please flip to page 56 in your textbooks, the headline reading "Ennervate - The Stupefy Counter Spell". You may read the text as I speak, this is the information I will be covering."

Taking a breath, he began his quick lecture, "So, as you all should know by now ennervate is the counter curse to stupefy. The stupefy curse is one of the most common curses used, and one of the more basic ones. However, the strength of the curse all depends on the strength of the caster, and how well they have got the curse down. Some stupefy curses wear off within minutes, and people gain consciousness, where as other ones may last days, or even weeks, if not countered. This is why there is such great importance of the counter curse. Ennervate is just like any spell, it requires your attention, all your brain power on the word, what it means, and what you want your outcome to be. You will know that your spell has worked, simply by the object of the spell will gain consciousness." As Conor spoke, he wrote notes in point form, to assist the students with their notes. When he finished the spill on the reasoning behind the spell, and why we should know it, he took a seat on his desk once more.

"Now, anyone for being the Guineapig? Remember, you get bonus points!" He said, trying to encourage the kids to participate. He looked around the round eager to find a volunteer, and to get the class on the go. It would be interesting seeing the outcome of this class, he wondered if the students would catch on easily, or would it be more of a challenge.