<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/ac71a6a595c83aaf50f65a0e1d66c125/tumblr_mzilhx0O3P1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Jerome Bellerose<br/><strong>Birth date &amp; Age:</strong>August 4th, 1964 (50 Years Old)<br/><strong>Bloodstatus:</strong>Half-Blood<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>Larch Wood, Unicorn Core, 14 1/2 inches, Supple<br/><strong>Beauxbatons Alumni:</strong>Bellefeuille<br/><strong>Class(es):</strong>Potions, (16th Year)<br/><strong>Special Abilities:</strong>N/A<br/><br/><div align="center"><em><strong>Appearance</strong></em></div><strong>Hair:</strong>Short, dark brown.<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Brown<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>Athletic build, around 175/180 Lbs<br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong>Jerome stands at about six foot tall, with an athletic build.  Dark brown eyes, which can be intimidating, match his dark brown hair.  He keeps some facial hair, a little of rough stubble.<br/><strong>Other Notable Features:</strong>Various scars and marks upon his body.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em><strong>In Depth</strong></em></div><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Around others, Jerome can be reserved and pulled back.  He is a man who generally keeps to himself, quiet and contemplative around others.  Instead of large social gatherings, he usually prefers the quite solitude of his office or study, where he can be alone and think.  During his classes, he can be a tough Potions Master.  He detests laziness, pushing his students to apply themselves and try their best.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Born into a home with a muggle mother and a wizard father, Jerome had received the best of both worlds in his childhood.  From his mother, he saw life as a muggle would, through her eyes, to experience a normal world, while at the same time he could see and experience the world with lay beyond the veil which seperated the muggle world and wizarding world.  He had a happy childhood, surrounded by both muggle friends and wizard friends alike in the Parisian suburbs, his father being an employee of the French Wizarding government, his mother a muggle school teacher.<br/><br/>And then, it seemed to come crashing down around him.<br/><br/>Life had changed when his younger brother had come to live with them.  It was a day he would never forget, to come home from a friend's house, to find the young boy sitting in the living room of his family's house, playing with his old childhood toys as the raised voices of his parent could be heard faintly from the closed bedroom.  It had never been said outloud, never something mentioned, but there was no denying that Ciaran had destroyed what had been the happy home.  To be sure, his mother treated him like one of her own, raising him with the love and care as she had done for Jerome.  Yet the arrival of the new child, his new, half brother, changed everything.  The love between his mother and father had died away, the happiness all but extinguished between the two of them.  It had been something Jerome had never forgotten, something he had held onto for so long with slight bitterness.<br/><br/>Yet, even for the bitterness he held deep down, he still loved his brother.  He treated him as an equal, despite the differences in their blood.  He had helped raise his brother, helped to defend him from bullies who looked down upon his fae background, to help him fit in as best as he could.  It was that desire to protect his brother which ultimately changed his life.<br/><br/>As the Second War began, Jerome had initally been reluctant to join the fight, wanting to focus more upon the family he was building with his lovely muggle wife and young children.  He had heard the stories, the disturbing tales which he wanted no part of.  He wanted to protect his family, not draw them out into the open, to put a target upon their backs and bet everything on one side.<br/><br/>It was Ciaran which had caused him to cross the channel, to wander through the battlefields of Britain, to find and save his oft brash and reckless brother.  The Vow he made his mother and father, to watch over and protect him, had brought him to his brother, to restrain him in his personal quest for revenge against those who had slain his mother.  Jerome had been desperate to keep his brother safe, to keep him alive and well, and so made a pact with his brother, to help him in his fight against the Dark Lord and his armies, in order to protect his family.<br/><br/>But not all had gone as planned.  With the fall of the English Ministry and the rise of the Dark Lord, Jerome had gone underground, bringing the fight to the Death Eaters, before ultimately being captured and tortured.  Months and months had been spent under the wand in some underground dungeon, tortured with curses and hexes and potions of every sort of pain and displeasure, before ultimately finding freedom.<br/><br/>His life would never be the same afterwards.  The family he loved, the family he had begun to build, the one shining light in his life, had been wiped out, obliterated in retaliation for his fight against the Dark Lord.  Instead of a home in the countryside, with his pregnant wife and two young daughters, he had come back to nothing but graves near the chard ruin of the farmhouse he had thought would be the home of his dreams.  He became more withdrawn, quieter in life, pulled back from society.<br/><br/>Teaching, however, was one of the few things which had given him a sense of purpose in life.  He had accepted the job on a whim, pressured by those friends who had stuck close to him, and after more than a decade and a half, it had been the only thing keeping him from going mad with grief.  There had been questions whether he would be a suitable choice, whether or not he had been far too damaged, to be around students, but he had proven the doubters wrong.  Teaching had given him a purpose in life, had made him want to get the most out of his students, which he often did to good results.<br/><br/><strong>Likes:</strong>Family, Cooking, Potions, A Drive for Success<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Laziness.  Disloyalty.  Pureblood Mania, Dark Arts<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>GnothiSeauton</strong></span></div>