This is a staff account for Professor of Transfiguration.
PC account is Eric Kim.

Physical Description: Kasem stands at about 1,80 m tall (aprox. 5'11), having slightly tan skin, with dark hair and sharp, equally dark eyes.
His face is defined by quite an angular jawline and high cheekbones that give him a perpetually composed, almost aristocratic air. When he is deep in thought, a small, concentrated crease appears between his brows. However, this intensity is often broken by his brief, occasional charismatic smirks that he tends to show whenever he tries to dilute possible tensions.
During classes and overall work, he carries himself in an almost calculated (if maybe a bit too serious at times) way.

Mental Description: Equally to how he likes to appear, he maintains quite a calculated behavior, though from how transfiguration can be, he is plenty aware that some fun is required equally as much to make learning more interesting, more “lively”.
That does not mean he is not stoic, or strict for that matter. Still, despite all this, calling him cold or mean would not befit him either. Kasem works on the principles that true kindness is teaching students how to perfect their knowledge in order not to hurt themselves or risk hurting others in the process.
Beneath the serious exterior is a man who deeply respects his craft as well as his responsibilities and job. He takes his role as a professor seriously, likely a trait he learned in his time at Tenusa (given the small groups taught by a dukun).

Biography: Born in Ayutthaya, Thailand, Kasem spent his early life without any knowledge of magic. His parents were muggles, namely an engineer and a textile designer, who would likely blame the slight show of his magic on anything but exactly what it was.

It was when his first show of magic appeared, and soon afterwards, when a junior dukun arrived, that things started to make more sense than before, somehow. Upon arriving at the Isle of Divination, Kasem was placed in a clan of fifteen other children. For a boy raised by muggles, this was truly his first taste of magic, for the lack of a better word. What followed were the years where he, alongside his fellow pewari, followed in the dukun’s teachings of standard subjects, one of which caught his attention in particular. Transfiguration.
While the subject was difficult enough that it didn’t matter whether pure blood or muggleborn, all seemed to have the same level of knowledge over it at the time, Kasem found himself almost obsessed with it (whether for better or worse).

Growing up being someone with a foot in each world, almost, he had taken a liking towards Muggle physics as well. Though that was hardly the point at Tenusa, yes, in later years, during holidays, he would often make use of whatever books his father had, browsing or skimming through them at times, and properly studying when he found some interesting subjects - making correlations. Whether that got him any advantage or not is unlikely. He was merely doing this as a side quest, a hobby to call it bluntly.

After finishing his studies at Tenusa, he went on to focus mostly on the subject of his choice, a path that eventually, one way or another, led him to the UK. The affinity towards teaching was something a bit less expected, though he found it challenging, and intriguing enough to the point that the decision to apply for such a job came as a no-brainer.

First Instance of Magic: Kasem was around 7 when something outside of the realm of “normal” happened. He was sitting by his mother’s side while she struggled to thread a needle with a particularly frayed piece of thick silk thread. She had tried a dozen times. Kasem reached out in an attempt to help her (not that he knew any better, but as a filial son, he did his best). Instead of the thread going through the needle as it should have (or rather, much failing to do so yet again), with Kasem being quite clumsy, he managed to poke himself on the needle, obviously startling and moving his hand back instinctively. Almost at the same time as his reaction, the thread seemed to disappear with a bit of smoke, as if it were set on fire. That, though, at least by his mother’s accounts, was not possible. No explanation, logical or based on laws of nature, even, could explain it; things only clicked once the junior dukun showed up.