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From Denmark, with love!

(To clarify--I'm not Danish, I just live here)
yyy-yes? I'm not sure yet if I'd have time for another roleplay right now, but if I do, then yes. I'm very interested. Particularly in non-British magical cultures/school-systems and Battle of Hogwarts fallout. Maybe something centered on a class of Slytherins not long after the war? Or a wizarding crime family or even just the day-to-day running of a wizardly cafe during one of Voldemort's reigns would also be pretty cool. Basically anything outside the scope of the books and their characters. :)
Sorry, double-post.
Character Sheet
Name: Mattis of the Pool
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Role: Staff (Pool-boy and Lifeguard)
Apartment No: n/a
Appearance:
1. Human Form: Enormously tall and pale, with coal-black eyes and dark, perpetually-wet hair that might be blond or red or even black, it's really hard to say . . .
2. Yokai Form: A large, pure-white horse, built thick for cold weather, its mane drips continuously. Its pelt has the texture of a seal's.
Race: Fossegrim (a kind of nix, a water-spirit)
Abilities: Like all Fossegrim, Mattis is a shape-shifter but is somewhat limited in his selection. He's mastered the human form, and can do a passable golden-necklace, but everything else turns out a bit furry and blue (for some reason).
At will (or while in river-horse form), his skin/fur becomes adhesive, binding other beings to him. It's impossible to escape once attached to a Fossegrim except through dire means (there are stories of people who cut off their hands)--Mattis must consciously release his captive. He can also sense when someone is drowning in his waters.
Strengths:
-Mattis doesn't need to breathe and sinks like a stone to walk along the bottom. It comes in handy when he needs to clean the pool.
-Impeccable (if somewhat monochrome) good looks--it comes with the territory, or rather, the ability to shape-shift.
Weaknesses:
-Mattis can't spend more than a day away from the water before he begins to suffer psychologically, first becoming irritable, and then melancholic before succumbing to a deep depression.
-Lacking the Fossegrim's usual knack for music, Mattis longs for the sound of his kin's melancholy violin and will absolutely worship anyone who can string a few harmonious notes together.
-Like most of his kin, he harbors some slight homicidal tendencies--nothing serious, just the occasional urge to drown people. Not an especially desirable trait in a life guard.

Bio: Born in a cold northern stream, Mattis grew up with minimal guidance from his rather traditional mother. To her, his musical inability made him a runt and a disappointment of scant significance, more of a shame than a joy. Out of curiosity, he attended a few years of human school before leaving his home waters in search of acceptance and maybe a bit of excitement. He eventually discovered something very like that at the Primrose Terrace. As a backwater yokai with little experience of the world, he views the descendents with their bodyguards as glamorous figures. For now, he passes as a harmless nereid and maintains his little pool with great pride, making him a prized employee.
Dr Watson is already staring at you blankly in anticipated-irritation.
Scientist
Name: Dr Iesha Watson
Age: 34
Appearance: Plump, short and youthful, people often mistake Iesha for a much younger woman despite the worry lines growing between her eyes and at the corners of her mouth. She typically keeps her kinky, chestnut hair in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, as professional as her neatly made-up face, freshly-pressed pants and finely manicured hands. A small gold ring hints at her failed engagement, but sits on her right hand rather than her left. She removes only when her work necessitates it.
Personality: Though equipped with a moral compass, it often takes backseat to Iesha's ambitions and desire for power. Unwilling or unable to endure the leadership of another, she prefers to take control of whatever situation she's in--a trait some people find enviable, some a godsend and others completely intolerable. With an innate sense of order and a bent for fast-paced problem-solving, she typically earns her place in the lead, even if she lacks the charisma to win her subordinates' hearts. Though she seems entirely uptight, Iesha has managed to neatly compartmentalize her professional life, leaving her free to unwind when the workday is done. Then she drinks and drunkenly debates science and faithless ex-lovers with anyone who can keep up.
History: Raised in a predominately-white school district, Iesha quickly learned to take initiative and became obsessed with defying the stereotypes thrust upon her. Supported by loving yet busy parents, she rose to the top of her class with relative ease, allowing no-one and nothing to stand in her way. University proved a more difficult challenge, yet she strode bravely onwards, grabbing opportunities as they arose and graduating with honors. Working hard to earn her PhD, she nevertheless allowed herself one small distraction in the form of a boyfriend, another graduate student, who after some years became her fiance. Having survived the rigors of post-graduate, Iesha found herself faced with a failing economy. Saddled with debts, she grew increasingly desperate to find a job, any job. A full year of unemployment took its toll on her pride and self-confidence, leaving her shattered, anxious and depressed. To make matters worse, it was at this time that her fiance left her, bored by her "languishing" and "indulgent self-pity". All her studying and sacrifice had come to nothing--at least until a former professor looked her up with news of a job offer. After several years working her way up the ladder, she has finally achieved a post in a study of interest and potential and she's not about to let anybody mess it up . . .
Reason for agreeing to take part in project: Mostly ambition and partly because she loves a challenge.
Department: Physiology
Random fact: Iesha likes to insist that people call her "Dr. Watson" but offers the cold shoulder to anyone who dares make Sherlock Holmes jokes about it. She hates animals in general and is afraid of birds.
I'd gladly come up with a scientist! Just gimme a bit to draw up the CS.
I'm interested--not sure what my character would be, but maybe a fossegrim (Scandinavian version of the nixie) . . .
I've voted! And they don't have a hive-mind--"they" in this case is actually singular as a gender-neutral alternative to "he" or "she" (I make a brief mention of it in the "Random Fact" section). It's not in any way connected to Tam's previous paranoia. Sorry for the confusion!
Experiment
Name: Tam Caleb
Age: 26 or so
Appearance: Their long wiry hair--so neatly groomed--is reduced to a thin black fuzz on their brown scalp and a thin 5 o'clock shadow. Any plumpness in their face has vanished, scraped back to reveal sharp-edged bones and deep-set black eyes. Their beaky nose is bent twice at angles they don't recognize and their long fingers, hands and wrists bear unfamiliar scars. Though they live in a perpetual slouch, Tam can reach a lanky six foot when they want to.
Personality: Highly observant, Tam spends a lot of time thinking--or brooding, as some would call it. They love to think out-loud, expounding on ideas that range from remarkable to bizarre. However, for all their intelligence, Tam remains complacent, an eternal homebody, dedicated to maintaining their independence in spite of the large-scale conspiracies that target them. With this in mind, they tend to approach everything with patient pragmatism. (NSA spying on you? Well then, line your apartment in lead.) Since waking up, however, they feel much more sociable but unable to concentrate (or obsess) as they used to. The feeling is frighteningly like aimlessness, and Tam worries about how their intelligence has been changed.
History a.k.a insanity; Tam always walked the knife's edge between vocal brilliance and rowdy paranoia. It took losing their cab in a car accident to destroy the fragile balance, and they quickly slipped in the wrong direction. Barring themselves in their apartment, they refused to allow anyone inside and accepted food only through a clandestine arrangement with their mother. After threatening their landlord with bodily harm, Tam found themselves interred in a mental hospital. Things only deteriorated from thereon out, as all their conspiracy theories had apparently been confirmed and Tam began to fight tooth-and-nail for their freedom. Which is pretty much the last clear memory they have, up until now.
Power: Limited Omniscience (constantly aware of the locations of everything and everyone in time and space thanks to an exponentially-enhanced sense of magnetic fields)
Weakness: To cope with the extreme lengths of their knowledge, they force it into their subconscious mind most of the time. To find a particular object or person they need a "lead" or "focus"--something closely tied to the target. Without a focus, they can try to work off a description or memory, but it's much more difficult and can result in over-stimulation and loss of consciousness. It also seems that, in order to make room to process this expanded "sixth sense", Tam's other senses have been markedly reduced: they can barely see, can't smell or taste anything and have a severely dampened perception of heat/pain.
Random fact: Before their life went to hell, Tam lived alone with their cat, Asher. They don't know what happened to him, and worry about it a lot.

Also, Tam identifies as agendered and prefers they-them pronouns. They are legally registered as male and appear masculine, so most people assume they are male.
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