Full Name: Clive Touring Gorgon

Nicknames: Cly

Birthdate: June 24, 1868

Current Age: 27

Gender: Male

Occupation: Ancient Runes professor

Reputation: 8, Clive is type of man who is more interested in ink and parchment than dinner invites or matchmaking. Known for his habit of slipping out of gatherings, or avoiding them altogether, has marked him as a person actively sidestepping society, he really is more comfortable alone in the library stacks with dusty archives than over crowded parlors. Though not officially a victim of scandal, the vague whispers about his time in Egypt and a sealed Ministry report cast the faintest shadow of intrigue over him.

Residence: Hogwarts

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Wand: 12½ inches long and crafted from dark, slightly knotted blackthorn. The wand has a natural, rough texture near the grip that gives it an organic feel. Just near the handle, there’s a spiral rune etching. It’s not for decoration; it serves to stabilize and strengthen the wand's dragon heartstring core.

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Social Class: Middle

Family:
Father: Bartholomew Gorgon (living)
A diligent Ministry scribe in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, translating treaties and ancient texts. Quiet and bookish, he instilled in Clive a love for languages and symbols.

Mother: Marjorie Gorgon (née Ellerby) (living)
A Muggleborn nurse who secretly treats magical injuries for local wizard families. Warm but practical, she is a steady presence that encouraged Clive’s curiosity.

Appearance: Clive Gorgon is strikingly tall at six feet. His lean frame stoops slightly from years of poring over books. He has ash-brown hair and cool gray-blue eyes, which seem darkened by lack of sleep. His face, narrow and scholarly, always softens when he talks about runes. He’s right-handed with his wand, though he often absentmindedly writes with either hand. Clive tends to wear muted Victorian scholarly clothes: dark waistcoats, high-collared shirts, and frayed academic robes, often with sleeves rolled up to show ink-stained forearms. He carries around a worn leather satchel and wears a small carved diamond-shaped rune on a silver chain for protection.

History: At 27, Clive is a half-blood from York, raised in a modest middle-class home that valued knowledge over money. His father worked translating magical treaties, while his mother discreetly cared for magical families. The Gorgons have a practical nature mixed with a whispered belief that they carry a hereditary misfortune curse, a story about an ancestor who tricked a Gringotts curse-breaker. True or false, Clive seemed to attract small misfortunes.

From an early age, Clive showed a unique magical talent: quills often twitched toward the runes he drew, and objects would occasionally vibrate when he sketched patterns close by. His first significant magical incident happened at eight when he threw a tantrum and animated every quill in his father’s study. The wild scribbling of runes ensued across all surfaces, including Hawlowe, the family cat.

When he attended Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat considered Slytherin but ultimately placed him in Ravenclaw, it saw his thirst for discovery outweighed his instincts for ambition. During his time as a student (1879–1886), he excelled in Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Ancient Studies, and to his suprise, Ghoul Studies, but struggled with charms and anything that required extra flair. Socially awkward but academically bold, he co-founded an unofficial group called The Glyph Society, made up of other self-described misfits, exploring ancient runic systems and unknown inscriptions. Unfortunately, the group disbanded after a sixth-year mishap involving an experimental symbol in the Forbidden Forest, which caused a tree to bleed ink for three days, a secret Clive still carries.

After graduating, Clive quietly worked at the Museum of Magical Miscellany, where he catalogued wandless spell systems and studied untranslated prehistoric inscriptions. His research gained him recognition in academic circles, and he published several peer-reviewed papers, though more cautious researchers found his findings “brilliant but unsettling.”

In 1893, while aiding an archaeological team in Egypt, Clive was caught up in a Ministry-surveyed incident: a collapsed tomb ward involved a mysterious symbol that changed its form after Clive translated it out loud. He returned to England changed, shaken and more pale than before, developing a nervousness around sudden tapping sounds. Though he never speaks of the incident, he always keeps a small bundle of parchment from the dig locked away in his satchel.

In 1895, Clive accepted the role of Ancient Runes Professor at Hogwarts, making him one of the youngest staff members. As a first-year professor, he struggles with confidence but is focused, polite, and passionate about his subject. Students may find him eccentric but also likable. Clive has a theory that Hogwarts harbors an ancient language woven into its very foundations and suspects that symbol from Egypt may be hidden somewhere in the castle’s architecture.

Personality: Clive is an intense, introspective man whose mind strives to be two steps ahead of his surroundings. Soft-spoken and earnest, he approaches the world with a mix of scholarly curiosity and caution. Social situations can fluster him, but he is always polite and kind, especially to students who feel out of place. Beneath his calm exterior there is a restless faint tremor of anxiety.Still, there is a magnetic quality about him, as if he carries secrets he doesn't know how to express.

Sample Roleplay Post:
Lady Eleanor Whitcombe came down the staircase with the grace of someone accustomed to chandeliers, caviar, and the watchful eye of society. The sounds of the household below, silverware being placed, boots being polished, and the hum of staff preparing for the guests, welcomed her like an old friend. As she ran her gloved fingers along the polished bannister, she paused at the landing and took in the tall windows where the last rays of sunset bathed the lawn in gold. “Another night for appearances,” she murmured, smoothing out an invisible crease in her gown. However, as she stepped into the great hall, she saw someone lingering near the doorway, a guest who had arrived a bit early or was seeking a moment away from the lively drawing rooms. With a polite smile, she sauntered over, chin high. “I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced,” she said warmly, her voice embodying the grace expected of the Whitcombe name. “I’m Lady Eleanor. And you are…?"

Name: Jaws

Age: 41

Contact: Jaws_84