<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/beauxbatons/professor1_zps81ffe063.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Professor Ciaran Philippe Bellerose (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9463946#msg9463946)<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Suit (http://www.printkiller.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/3cnipIS3RbEjyNG1.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Brussels Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Sept. 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>Germany was a glorious country... and Berlin was a city he really did need to visit more often, with its bars and clubs... His interactions with muggles were rare most times, but when he went out on trips like his pre-school-year outing around Europe? He saw<em>plenty</em>of muggles... especially females. He was never entirely sure what drew them to him... if it was the finely tailored clothes, the blue eyes, the natural fae appeal, or something else entirely, but when they were too far gone on shots of whatever alcohol they'd picked out for the night to notice the markings on his back and were caught up in the pleasures of bouncing on him, he really couldn't bring himself to mind them as much. They were gloriously predictable creatures who suited his purposes perfectly.<br/><br/>Nothing would come of it, he knew. He used one of those infernal contraptions to prevent pregnancy, and they'd never see him again as he rarely spent more than a day or two in the same city before moving on. When the last day of his trip came along, he sighed and apparated himself to Brussels. It hadn't been a long enough trip... even with the booze, the women, and the music... it hadn't been nearly long enough. And yet, no matter how nicely they distracted him from his troubles, there was always something missing when he was with a muggle woman. He could never quite put his finger on it, but he suspected it was because of their perfectly mundane natures. A muggle woman could never be what a witch could be.<br/><br/>Shoving the thought aside and asserting to himself that they had been wonderful, he ran his hand back through his messy, long black hair and made his way toward where the carriage stood waiting, already holding students. His suit was on the casual side, with no vest and the jacket unbuttoned, the lack of tie a rare thing indeed for him, but as he slid a pair of black sunglasses on over his blood shot eyes and shifted his suitcase in his hand, he stepped up on to the carriage, gave the students there a sweeping glance as they looked his way, and then made his way toward an empty seat.