Character Info--
Atlas Ceadmon

Age:
26, born February 29th 1992 and for the first 10 or so years he celebrated the fact that he only grew a year older every 4 years…when he learned to grasp mathematical concepts this theory was shelved.


Graduation:
Graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 2011 from Ravenclaw house and was so happy to be rid of that ludicrous sweater vest he performed the Lindy Hop.


OWLs/NEWTs:
OWLS
Charms-O
Transfiguration- EE
Potions- EE
Defense Against the Dark Arts- O
Arithmancy-EE
History of Magic-O
Herbology-O

NEWTS
Charms- A
Transfiguration- EE
Potions-EE
Arithmancy- O
Defense Against the Dark Arts- O



History:
Atlas is the single child of a single half blooded mother, Clymene Caedmon who never mentioned a father and Atlas lost interest in asking after reading a copy of William Faulkner’s “As I Lay Dying” when he decided his father must have been a fish. Satisfied with this explanation he hasn’t given the matter much thought since. He and his mother lived in London’s Bloomsbury neighborhood where his mother ran a bed and breakfast for tourists. Looking upon the people who kept him clothed and fed as an invasion of his inner sanctum Atlas spent a great deal of time at the home of his maternal grandparents. They smelled a bit like mayonnaise, sure, but one overlooks these things for the sake of family. His grandfather was a former ministry official who at one point worked in the department of Mysteries and was victim to the usual strain of eccentricities that come standard with the job. He took it upon himself to be the male influence in his grandsons life, which his mother initially saw as a blessing but in subsequent years she has often had many a time to rethink this enthusiasm.
A fast and hungry learner Atlas soaked up any knowledge which his grandfather sent his way. Anything from inane Muggle movie trivia (Atlas became particularly fond of movies from the 1940s, mostly for their nonsensical plots and the fact that they were able to make him profoundly uncomfortable) to advanced potions formulas.
By the age of 11, having exhausted the family library and tried unsuccessfully to liberate the prize marbles at the London Royal Museum, Atlas (as well as his mother) were ecstatic to receive his acceptance letter to Hogwarts. The sorting hat sat atop his head for a good two minutes, in utter silence, before grudgingly sorting Atlas to Ravenclaw House.
After his sorting he was immediately recognized by Professors as brilliant, highly motivated and of phenomenal intellect; but also highly prone to obsession followed by complete abject disinterest and frankly he was a tad…bizarre. In his first year in herbology he both conceived and proceeded to grow the wizarding worlds first potato tree, which began as an impressive sapling but quickly grew out of hand (and surly) before the schools staff decided that it had to be disposed of. Disheartened by the loss of his potato tree Atlas turned his interest to potions and by third year he submitted a revised (and by his way of thinking, much more efficient) edition of the standard potions textbook to the ministry’s education department. When that was rejected he threw himself into transfiguration. This pattern continued, he would excel, at first thrilling professors and then infuriating them when his fickle fancy changed and he became completely disinterested in their classes.
When his fifth year career counseling session came up Atlas was seriously considering leaving the school believing that should be stay his acedemic pursuits would soon degrade into nightly raids upon the restricted section of the library; frankly the idea of dropping out provided a much better story than expulsion…though it was a close race. When his head of house made the mistake of suggesting his talents might be utilized well within the confines of the ministry he flew into a furry. Expounding that the ministry was a puppet regime likely ruled over by a Greek, though possibly Sumerian sea slug. Adding that the current minister was in league with a Muggle organization called The Girl Scouts of America and was planning to control the will of England’s people with the same baked goods that had been used to subjugate the American populace, didn’t his professors realize that? His professor didn’t really know what that meant but she quietly suggested that he might consider doing some traveling upon graduation, see if he found anything to his liking.
Inexplicably he returned to Hogwarts for both his sixth and seventh years of schooling with renewed vigor with slightly renewed interest in his studies and a new interest in school extra curricular activities.
As his professors had imagined he was approached by several organizations within the Ministry. All offers were turned down some with cordial politeness and some with articles clippings attached citing examples of corruption within the department coveting his talents. After six months of assisting his mother with her business dealings he set out to explore. He traveled to Asia, then America, and was in Australia long enough to take in the dingo and the echidna. He found himself disappointed by the Dingo…it was just a large dog! The echidna unsettled him deeply and he wondered what sort of magical catastrophe the aborigines had caused to form such a creature.
He curiosity having been fulfilled he decided to travel to Greece, because really why not? Once there, eager for a way to supplement his non-existent income he applied for an received a position with Weekly Argonaut, a small publication office that would have made London’s Quibbler look like high class journalism. He was there for 5 months before learning that the publication was a front for the actual business of the place. That business being the acquiring, trading and selling of information to who ever could barter or pay for it. It was the perfect position; he learned inane, seemingly useless facts about places and people and received monetary compensation. Not only that he proved attempt at the gathering aspect of the field and was subsequently sent all over Europe in order to keep the store well stocked with just about everyone’s business and dealings.
This job lasted 4 years and then he received a letter from his mother, informing him that Harry Potter had disappeared and there seemed to be little to no information as to where or why. He folded the letter into his suit pocket, strolled into his bosses office and promptly told him he would have to return to England, effective immediately.
Having accumulated a great deal of ‘antiques and rarities’ (code for random junk) in his time abroad Atlas returned to England and quickly made moves to acquire a location in Diagon Alley where he could observe the goings on of the now unfamiliar world of wizarding London.


Personality:
Highly intelligent with a not only dry but entirely inane sense of humor. He’s a notoriously terrible liar and will usually just become silent rather than even attempt to think of anything more plausible than the truth. Experience has taught him that the more complicated the lie, the harder it is to keep track of and he has more important thing to remember.
Some would say he suffers from an acute case of apophenia, a tendency to see and create connections that don’t actually exist, but he would just tell them that’s what ‘they’ wanted them to think. He would never call himself a conspiracy theorist but he does believe Dumbledore lives still, and can be found scarfing down cheesy Doritos at a Kwik-E-Mart in Fargo Minnesota and that the Girl Scouts of America are preparing to stage a coup de ta against the Ministry of Magic. A strict libertarian he believes in minimalist governments and isn’t entirely morally opposed to the dealings of those people he refers to as ‘brigands’ (he thinks the word takes full advantage of his acute British accent) as long as they remain within his viewings of the law.
He can be helpful at one moment and homicide inducingly cryptic in the next breath. It really all depends on what mood you catch him in…or maybe it’s the angle of the sun, the wind speed, the zen of the air, how many pigeons he’s seen that day, it could really be anything.

Appearance:
Atlas had, as a boy, hoped his stature would remain small allowing him to better blend in with the crowds around him. But Puberty thwarted him at an early age when he grew to the height of most of the small saplings on his street. He supposed that this could have been caused by genes from his fathers side of the family, but was forced to amend his theorem when he remembered his father was a fish, and therefore not genetically prone to great height. He took to wearing long coats in an attempt to mask his height, but this has and will always be an exercise in futility.
Dark brown hair, which tends to grow long as remembering to cut it is usually a low priority on his mental totem poll. Blue eyes, shrewd and piercing and oddly very clear.


OOC Info--
Name & Contact Information:
Hi I’m Lee. It’s the name I’ll use in the chatbox and such. I can be contacted pretty easy through aim if the need arises at ShutUpPossum337.

Previous Roleplay Experience:
I’ve been rping on and off for about……..7 years probably. Wow that seems like a long time doesn’t it?