Name: Geoffry Cuusuun
-Is really : 100 or so
Year: N/A Professor
Dorm: N/A Private Quarters
Physical: He's an intimidating man to see, tall and dark skinned from years in the hot sun. Despite the demon in him, his skin looks normal, though to the touch, is as rough and strong as leather. His facial feature are mostly hidden behind a large metal mask that covers his nose, mouth, and chin. Its a decorative machine, to help him breath. It makes a constant low whir, and creates an almost otherworldly sounding two-toned voice between his real one, and the one the mask makes. His eyes are hidden behind a pair of custom made glasses, though they always seem to be glowing. His hair is long and white, wrapped in a long tube of cloth behind his back, falling as low as his thigh's. The only other hints of his demonic background is the structure and claws of both his hands and feet. The hands are longer than usual, made for gripping. His feet are made in such a way that he walks on the balls of his feel, heel's elevated, as a single spike extends from the back of each. He is usually dressed in fine clothing, almost too decorative.
If one could see his face they'd see the lines from age not present. The mouth is scarred and rough, though still in one piece. His teeth are pointed, and with the mask removed, he is prone to coughing fits and weezing.
Personality: As a teacher, Geoffry is nightmarish. He is stern, harsh, quick to anger, and not one for patience. His expectations are high, and the punishments for not meeting his high standards are harsh. On a person to person basis, he prefers not to have his time wasted. People tend to feel uneasy around him, as if expecting him to strike out at them at any moment. He prefers to be alone, and if you're going to take up his time, you'd better have a reason, and it has better be good. To those he befriends, or that take on the challenge of befriending him, he is generous and protective, and possessive.
Bio: Geoffry comes from a long tradition of demon-worshipping people out in the expanses of the desert. His family has been honored with both favored, and even mating once ever few hundred years. His mother's demon blood had been weakened by time, and so when she proved herself a worthy worshipper, she was given a tiefling son. Once he was well versed in the ways of his people, and had passed the tests he was put up to, he was sent off to get an education, and spread the message of his god-demon father. He first attended school here, and then became a professor.
Much of his time is spent exploring the history of his own kind, and thier demonic parents, and learning as much as he can in the ways of magic. He teaches Demonology, most suitable for his race, and Cryptology. He also has a habit of collecting rare and valuable items, which he keeps locked up in his quarters under the watchful eye of his hellhound. The valuables included enchanted, magic items, items from history, and just really old stuff.
Position: The tiefling has too much pride to lay beneath another willingly.