Name: Saul Falkenau
Age: 29
Bloodline: Muggle-born
Physical Appearance: Saul is 6'0'' with black hair, no facial hair and a tanned complexion. He dresses in fairly plain, black robes when teaching but favors Muggle garb when on his own time. He's most comfortable (and most often seen) in blue jeans and a button-down shirt and sneakers when not on duty and wears his leather jacket religiously when formality allows it. He always wears steel-wire framed glasses, and is in fact blind as a bat without them. Saul isn't bad looking, although a few wrinkles have formed around his mouth and eyes. He keeps in rather good shape by walking everywhere he can, though perceptive students will find him sneaking a cigarette when he thinks no one is looking.
Personality: Saul seems rather sanguine at first glance, but his professionalism masks a passionate personality and a very empathetic streak. His work as a youth in socialist circles has left Saul very politically involved and he will gladly expound (at great length) on the implications of magical society on Keynesian economics and Marxist social theory. A graduate of Hogwarts himself, Saul remembers that many people view Muggle Studies as a joke, but will quickly remind his students that it is a foolish wizard indeed who pretends that they can live above and separate from Muggles entirely.
Character Background: Saul was born in the early 1980's to Maria and Aloysius Falkenau, who were themselves the children of German refugees to the UK after the Second World War. Saul still speaks fluent German but also has picked up French, Russian and Spanish in addition to English, which he speaks with just a trace of a Teutonic accent. He first manifested magical powers at the age of twelve when he starting talking to a rose in his mother's garden and, to his parents' astonishment, the roses answered back. He attended Hogwarts and graduated with excellent marks. He did a short stint in the Ministry after graduation but left in protest over the policies of the Ministry during the second rising of You-Know-Who. Unsatisfied with both the censored nature of the Prophet and the manic tone of the Quibbler, Saul writes and publishes exclusively for Muggle social journals. After his departure from the Ministry, Saul traveled Europe and took classes at Moscow State University using a magically forged MBA from Oxford, where he became a socialist. He returned only very recently to Hogwarts upon hearing of the vacancy of the Muggle Studies post and is excited to set up shop and teach his students the danger of "Arcano-chauvinism"
Special Request (available at Intermediate**)
Desired House: Saul graduated as a Gryffindor.
Roleplay Sample: (300+ words please, written in third person)
"Headmistress, please, I don't think it's that much of an exception to make!"
The tenor voice rang hollowly in the cavern-like atmosphere of the Great Hall as the tall man in Muggle clothes trailed after the (apparently bemused) Heamistress. He was clutching a large stack of books under one arm, with familiar Wizarding treatises mixed in with Das Capital and The Clash of Civilizations. The headmistress, however, clearly had more important business to attend to and offered the harried looking man just a smile before gliding away.
Saul sighed and shook his head. Why, if this was to be a hall of learning, couldn't he subscribe to differing viewpoints in his post? Was an Owl Post delivery of the Socialist Worker really that much to ask for? Well, alright, there was the International Statute of Secrecy, but Saul would be careful! Honest!
"Arcano-chauvinism has done more damage to our society than the Three Unforgivable Curses ever could", Saul mused to no one in particular. The professor strolled out into the sunshine and started walking down towards the lake, his traditional ramble. The bright sun notwithstanding, the autumn air blew chilly and dry off the fiery leaves of the Forbidden Forest and Saul zipped up his weather-beaten leather jacket over his undershirt. Glancing around furtively, Saul stepped casually behind a tree and pulled out a pack of Marlboros and a matchbook. He relished the tobacco, reminding himself to pace the rest since he couldn't make it back to London for some weeks yet. Perhaps next time he went, he would stop at a news-stand.
Saul spun around at the advance of several students, hurriedly stubbing the cigarette out on the ash tree's bark. When he was honest with himself, he knew that he did enjoy a smoke outside, but Saul suffered from acute socialist-guilt for smoking a brand so associated with American exploitative capitalism. The students, a boy and a girl, Ravenclaw fourth years from the look of it, looked curiosly at him as he tried (and failed miserably) to look casual. The two smiled at him, wondering where they'd seen the curious looking twenty-something before. Like most students, they never took Muggle Studies. "Well, that's alright," Saul thought. "I'll net them into my class before they graduate. Someone's got to teach these kids about the other 90% of humanity". Saul walked back to his quarters, taking great pride in his mission as a purveyor of knowledge. His self-satisfaction waned somewhat upon realizing that he had left his cigarettes back under the tree, and he cursed in several languages. It's not easy being red.

Thank you! You have been accepted as a professor here at Wizarding Realm!