Physical Description: Fabian stands at about 6' 1", not considered an intimidating figure by most. It is his cutting hazel eyes and intense presence that causes those who interact to immediately assume he is a scary, strong, silent stoic. Fabian takes great pride in his appearance, dark blond hair always neatly styled and cared for and though he keeps a stubble it is maintained. His well-tailored clothes flatter lithe and muscular figure, and he is most often found in some form of business wear. He wouldn't be caught dead in anything less than business casual. There is a dragon tattoo on the inside of his right forearm and a vine on his left wrist, both holding intense personal significance.

Mental Description: Fabian, in a word, is assertive. Though deemed cold and unapproachable by his overall intense appearance, he is really quite sociable and enjoys human interaction. A critical thinker to his bone, there is not an issue he cannot apply logic to. He also possesses the bluntness of a mace and does not hesitate to vocalize his judgements, however much he may regret it later. Instinctual and confident, leadership comes naturally to him, and he often emerges as a leader in his circles.

Biography: Fabian's childhood was one of turbulence until he was about ten years old. His muggle mother left him and his father when he was not yet four, his father uprooted their life not even two months later. He was raised by a nanny while his father chased the spotlight of duelling before falling to lawlessness and almost getting assassinated (with Fabian caught in the crossfire) and getting arrested. He was adopted into the loving and stable family of his nanny Lydia shortly before his first year at Durmstrang institute. There, he studied the Dark Arts, apprenticing under a ward setter after graduation before venturing off on his own internationally.

He landed briefly in Haiti after a whirlwind couple of years, then made his way into the United States, where he was recruited as a Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts while contracted by Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He has worked there for eight years, and four years ago became Head of Wampus House.

First Instance of Magic: His adoptive brother Diethard simply couldn't be more annoying, Fabian decided. They were finally true brothers and the first thing he had to do was hide Fabian's things. The younger boy tore through his room, searching under every piece of furniture, across every surface, through all available drawers, even underneath the rug for his new drawing pencils. By the end of his day-long search, they were nowhere to be found and his room looked like he'd had his own personal tornado in there.

And it was supposed to be spotless because lazy Saturdays were for cleaning.

Fabian could already hear Lydia calling his name, walking down the hall, the dread of angering her seizing him and causing him to freeze when he should've been scrambling to reverse his tornado. He ran out of his room in a foolish attempt to stop Lydia, but she quickly moved past him, only to congratulate the boy on a spotless cleaning job. When Fabian looked back into the room, it truly was spotless, even better than when he had cleaned it before. And his drawing pencils were right on his desk.