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Tuesday Jeremiah Irons is a tall man, roughly standing at six feet tall (182.88cm). The man’s dark blue-grey eyes were perpetually half-closed, and a small relaxed smile was worn on his lips at all times. The man’s black hair was medium length. It was long enough to where the hair could cover his eyes if he didn’t have it swept to the side. Normally the man wore a bandana around his forehead, to hold back his hair. It was much easier to garden without hair hanging around his face. Tuesday also sported a well-maintained beard. He is well built but obviously much more lithe than bulky. Generally, the man chose function and comfort over style. The mainstay of his wardrobe was jean shorts, jeans, work boots, teeshirts, flannel shirts, and a variety of hats and bandannas.

Tuesday is a man with a generally calm and happy disposition. He is hardly seen without a light smile on his face. The was a lackadaisical way about him that seemed to imply that he didn’t really care much about having to get somewhere on time. Though even if he is normally quite laid back, the man gets loud and boisterous whenever excited. Professor Irons is, however, very analytical. Behind his blue-grey eyes hides a calculating mind. In a sense, he always knows where he is, and what he is doing. At his core, Tuesday is a protector and a guardian. He would gladly give his life so that others could live.

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Tuesday was born to Melody and Byron Irons. Two American herbologists, who specialized in the flora of the poisonous, venomous, and sentient variety. There was never truly a dull day for the boy growing up in Savannah, Georgia. The house he was raised in was overgrown with ivy and vines. Plantlife seemed to spring up through the cracks in the floor, the drywall, and the roof. Each room within the house had potted plants hanging from the ceiling, Lantern hooks with more potted plants, and free growing ivy up the walls. The home was a perfect blend of family home and conservatory. It was basically impossible for the boy not to learn about the flora growing up. As an only child of a pure-blood family, Tuesday was raised rather spoilt. Punishments were not severe, and the young Tuesday received whatever he wanted. Even as spoilt as he was raised, Tuesday never let it get to his head.

Only several days after his fifth birthday, Tuesday had decided that he wanted to see what his parent’s ‘work conservatory’ held. Of course, that greenhouse was no place for a child. He had snuck in, only to find a world of wild and dangerous-looking plants. It only took moments for Tuesday to understand that he should leave, and so he did. His first instance of magic came from when his parents saw him leave their conservatory. His father, Bryon, called out his name. With a look of guilt and a startling surprise, the boy let out a squeak. Like a squid, a cloud of smoke erupted around the boy. It was hardly big but funny enough as is. Even when breaking the rules, his parents failed to make the punishment anything more than taking away his toys for the night. Everything was back to normal by the next morning.

At the age of twelve, Tuesday attended the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was a Horned Serpent, of course. Tuesday thankfully did well in all of his subjects, but particularly excelled at his herbology and charms courses. Tuesday was always a well emotionally balanced boy. He never let his emotions get the better of him. Like his father, Byron had always told him 'Being able to pause to think isn't a handicap, it's an asset.' Lucky Tuesday had the mind of a scholar, but the soul of a protector. Something in his heart had led him down the path to join the US Department of Aurors within the MACUSA (Magical Congress of the United States of America). There was a need in his heart of hearts to protect the thing he loved. It was the feeling most service members get when they enter into service. After his long industrious career in law enforcement, Tuesday was recommended the position of professor by a benefactor, and he took action. The man had decided that teaching the next generation would be just as rewarding as his career as an Auror.