Name: Professor Rowan Arietis Blackhoof
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Species: Satyr
Occupation: Herbology Professor. He has an open position for a teacher's assistant, 6th+ years may apply.
Personality: Rowan is a gentle creature, as far as satyrs go. His species is known for being trickers and thieves, attacking those who travel through their forests and kidnapping young women from villages for their own brutish sport. In actuality, satyrs haven't behaved this way in hundreds of years. Modern satyrs are quite reclusive.
Rowan tries to overlook the labels shoved on him by others. He understands that they know no better, and hopes that, once they get to know him, they'll see past the stereotypes. This isn't always the case, however. Despite his immense patience for humans and their lacking ability to accept what's different from them, Rowan occasionally finds himself getting fed up. He won't hesitate to call someone out on their crap, either. Strong spirited, hard headed (literally and figuratively), stubborn, but loyal all things that Rowan very much is.
Other: Rowan is a vegetarian.
Although he has more human traits than goat, sometimes Rowan will be plagued by the urge to just mindlessly chew on something. He particularly likes bubblegum.
He's quite talented at playing the pan flute.
He is a very good climber. His balance is impeccable.
Appearance: A strapping young ram, Rowan is often seen as quite handsome if one can ignore the goofy goat ears. At 6'8", he is an average height for one of his kind, but towers over his human peers. He is quiet muscular, which makes it all the more comical when watching him gently planting young seedlings. He has quite a bit of hair: gruff stubble on his cheeks that turn into a small beard on his chin, fuzzy sideburns, and furlike hair that seems to be unruly more often than not. The hair on his head runs down the back of his neck and turns into a short mane that runs the length of his entire spine, all the way down to his tail, which is short like a goat's. All of his hair is quite soft, more like downy fur than human body hair. His actual fur is long and kind of shaggy, beginning at the top of his pelvis, and turns his lower half into that of a goat. His hair and fur is a reddish brown color, with his lower legs turning into a golden brown before ending at his hooves. His head is adorned with two ram horns that jut out and curve backwards.
As for clothing, he doesn't wear pants for an obvious reason. And outside of class, he can often be seen going shirtless. Getting the satyr to put clothes on at all was a bit of a back and forth argument, but it was decided that, when class was in session, he would at least wear a traditional school robe and a white button up.
History:Satyrs are rather rare, and the ones that exist rarely show themselves, and for a good reason. Centuries ago in what the humans called the dark ages, there was a war between humans and satyrs. Well, not so much a war as a one sided blood bath. Satyrs were known to be tricksters and kidnappers, so they were often to blame when things or people went missing. This eventually lead to their being viciously hunted by humans, muggles and wizards alike. At one point, they were thought to be extinct.
When their numbers finally came back, only but a couple hundred years ago, they were a gentler breed. They had to be, or else they wouldn't have survived. Satyrs still, unfortunately, tend to carry the baggage of their brutish ancestors. In some countries, older wizards still attack them on sight. There have only recently been laws passed that acknowledge them as sentient beings with sentient being rights.
Rowan was born and raised in this setting. He was taught to fear humans and most other creatures considered sentient. He remained hidden with his clan until his teenhood. In was in the summer of his fourteenth year that he decided to venture out of his family's small territory and see what the world has to offer. He ventured out of the mountains of Greece and began to pry around human towns. He wanted to learn more about them, but feared being caught.
He met a kind wizard in his travels who took him to a magic community where he wouldn't have to worry about being seen. There, he faced plenty of prejudice, but also made plenty of friends. He lived among the magical humans for a while before hearing about an open job offer at Hogwarts. Herbology. Naturally, his kind were gifted with plants and animals. The way he had been raised required him to use such things to survive. Modern medicine did not touch the satyr clans. He applied for the job without expecting to actually be called back.
However, much to his pleasant surprise, he was hired. Rowan moved to Hogwarts to begin planning his lessons in the summer of his twenty-fourth year. When the schoolyear began, many parents voiced their concern and distaste for a "flea bitten barnyard pack animal" teaching their children. While Rowan had always done well to let insults roll off his shoulders, the idea of his species hindering his job opportunity had never really occurred to him. The first year of teaching was pretty rough. It was hard to swallow that many of the students he taught thought of him as some lesser being.
When that schoolyear came to a close, Rowan stayed at the school to help with groundskeeping, as he didn't really have a home elsewhere. He's worked hard all summer in the greenhouses, and preparing lessons for this new school year. He really hopes it goes better than the last.