Vincent James Snape: Gardener?

name , Vincent James Snape
nicknames , Vince, Vinny, “Severus,” and generally any nicknames associated with the Harry Potter Snape.
age and year , Twenty-three, NA
sexual preference , Undisclosed
birthday , 4th of October, 1987 (assuming this is taking place in 2010?)
style , Aristo..sort of
occupation , Gardener/groundskeeper

height , Five foot eleven.
weight , 150 pounds.
tattoos and piercings , None
best feature , Forest green eyes, and strangely delicate hands
general , Rumor has it that there is a young man roaming on the school grounds who is neither student nor instructor. Perhaps some other staff member. He isn’t all that hard to spot, standing at (a towering) almost six feet with decent build on him. Despite his height, he is rather steady on his feet and fairly quick, taking advantages of those long strides with those long legs of his. His dark hair is shoulder length and often loosely tied back to expose a pleasantly angled face. His nose, if you look carefully enough, is bent to one side. He doesn’t smile much, and if he does, it’s a bit crooked and somewhat nervous. His eyes are actually what often catch people off guard; they are a rich, dark green that contrast with his (generally) pale skin. (Hilariously), they are also more surrounded by dark circles than not.

His attire is rather plain in comparison to most. Often, he wears a plain buttoned up shirt as well as a pair of dark colored slacks and a sturdy pair of boots. Usually, he is layered in dirt, dust, and sometimes leaves/grass. The nicer attire usually involves a nicer button up with a cravat or jabot, waistcoats, and if weather permits a frockcoat. His wardrobe usually consists of lighter, more muted colors for the warmer seasons, and dark, rich hues for the colder ones. He also has a fondness for pocketwatches and gloves.
playby , Will find avatar later?

likes , Pocketwatches/clockwork, handcrafts, human anatomy, the sciences, anatomical models, pinstripes, and a recently developed soft spot for small fuzzy animals
dislikes , Heavy perfumes, loud environments/people, sweets, fancy tech (FFF, smartphones, what?)
strengths , A fairly sound mind and a quick learner. He seems opened minded to most things, with exception to the things he has already slated on his “hate” list.
weaknesses , A bit of a workaholic and insomniac. If something interests him, he will continue to examine/pursue it, almost to an obsessive degree. He also sometimes has a hard time relating to people, like his technologically/social network-fixated peers.
fears , Being physically confined, crowds
quirks , He is sadly technologically inept. Also generally prefers to be alone.
secrets , None?
how , Word of mouth/friends. Since he’s not too fond of perusing the internets, he found out about Japanese street fashions from some fashion magazines his female friends shoved in his face back in middle school. They wanted him to dress up with them, or something weird like that. He didn’t like the idea of being in a dress, but he was intrigued by the male counterparts. Kodona was too…boyish, and he was just far too tall. Ouji/prince was too…eh…Ornate? But he was rather intrigued with aristocrat.
general , Well, he’s friendly enough, for a start. He’s not used to be approached, so initial conversation can be a little awkward, if not outright weird. But he does try. Due his workaholic nature, Vincent always seems hurried or always thinking about something other than the conversation at hand. It is usually better to catch up during the early mornings, when he is just starting out his routine.

Speaking of routine, his schedule quite rigid and long. He begins at the early mornings of seven, of which he gives himself an hour and a half to shower, dress, and eat. He then begins his daily rounds in the gardens, whether it’s pruning, (re)planting, or just general maintenance. He also assists the groundskeeper with whatever needs to be done. His lunch hour is strictly a half hour after noon till one, and dinner around six. At seven, he retires to his own devices, whether it’s holing himself up in the library or tinkering around with something in his shed. To maintain the proper eight hours of sleep, he tries to go to bed around eleven. Sometimes.

hometown , St. Louis, Missouri
family , Both parents, William James Snape and Bethany Doris Snape Wilson, are alive and well. He has no siblings
pets , He adopts a stray dog here and there. Currently, he is taking care of a grayish kitten named Timothy.
best memory , Getting the hell out of dodge.
worst memory , Being rejected from med school.
history , For the most part, Vincent has had a decent life. He grew up in a middle-class family with very little want or need. His parents were a chemist researcher at a local university and a practicing dentist, and like them, he wanted to study the sciences. Actually, he really wanted to be a doctor. He had a fascination with the molds and head models his mother had around in the house. But, he didn’t really want to just fix teeth. He wanted to fix everything. His favorite childhood game was Operation (…with Hungry Hungry Hippo at a close second).

Vincent excelled in school, rather easily. He knew from early on what he needed to accomplish in order to get into medical school, and his parents seemed to happily support him, though they did worry a little when he became more reclusive in high school. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy being around others—he didn’t mind the company—but he prioritized his studies above most else. He joined a few student clubs—things like Chess, Debate (for only a semester before he realized he hated public speaking), Peer Tutors—and dabbled in a bit of community service.

Not surprisingly, he graduated at the top of his class and went onto one of the best universities in the country. Also not surprisingly, he quickly discovered that being at the top of his class in high school meant absolutely nothing in college; Vincent found himself putting more effort into his studies in order to keep up with his classmates, and therefore cutting out almost all of his social life. Despite his efforts, Vincent emerged from university with a simple Bachelor of Science degree, but otherwise empty-handed. He had no acceptances from any med school programs and few friends once graduating. (Of course, he did push them away all on his own).

He spent the summer moping about in his parents’ house, being anti-social and miserable and the like. His mother wouldn’t stand for it. As an alumna of Mille-feuille, she pulled a couple strings and sent him packing off to England, where he would be watched, and maybe learn a thing or two that he missed out in school.

password? , here comes the sun, doo da doo doo
sample post ,
Vincent sighed, the short puff of air blowing a piece of his hair out of his face. Everything was so…big. He had heard of it, seen photos of it from his mother’s photo album, but he didn’t much care for the place at the time. Now he was going to be living here. At a school. With other students. He groaned, rubbing his face.

“Have a good flight, Mr. Snape?” a short plump woman asked with a smile.

Vincent nearly jumped out of his skin from how “out of nowhere” the woman had apparat—er, appeared. “H-Hello.”

A packet was dropped into his hands, causing him to drop his luggage.

“Your assignments.”

He stared at the manila folder then raised his eyes to her. “…assignments?” he asked meekly. He didn’t dare open it, almost expecting some monster to jump out from inside. …it was pretty damned heavy too.

“Of course. Where you’ll be staying, the schedule of things, your duties—“

“…duties?” The more and more he stood in this place, the more and more he was beginning to dislike it.

“Yes. Your supervisor, Albert, will be showing you around the gardens and what you’ll be doing.”

It was terribly difficult for Vincent not to just…stare. Color drained from his already pale face. “G-g-gardens?” His voice raised with each word he spoke.

“Of course! You’re the new gardener!”