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Craig Arthur Harvey
They got a message from the Action Man
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too
I've loved all I've needed to love
Sordid details following"
Name: Craig Arthur Harvey.
Age: 42
Pre-House Occupation: History Professor at Stanford University
Play-By: Martin Freeman
Distinguishing Features: A large scar on his left knee from a knee replacement surgery due to a football (European) accident.
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Personality: Craig is a very studious being. Whenever, he has a spare moment his nose is deep within a historical document. Usually he reads student papers, which frustrate him as students get more and more lazy in their work. He does not like laziness in others. He puts a very high importance upon education and learning. A very quick way to land on Craig's bad side is to act dismissive of education and learning.
Living in California, many of Craig's "British" qualities stand out like a sore thumb. He keeps a full tea set within his office at Stanford. He often talks in a manner that many Americans find obscure and strange. Craig is always punctual and expects the same of others. Craig is often what many would describe as "aloof", he does not go out of his way to make physical contact with other people and if he does it would not be more than a hand shake. (Of course, with exceptions for his wife and daughters)
While Craig may appear to be stuffy and only concerned with academia, he does enjoy to keep fit. When he arrived at Stanford he worked to create a faculty footie league. Craig has an injured knee, which will slow him down but only becoming paralysized from the neck down would stop Craig from playing football. He refuses to call football "soccer" and he calls American football "rugby". His team mates on the faculty footie league have accepted this and for his sanity (and their own) refer to them similarily.
Skills: 1. Even with his knee injury, Craig is an excellent football goalie.
2. Never forgetting his home country, Craig is infamous for brewing the best cuppa around. Students and other faculty members often create excuses to visit Craig's office to enjoy a nice cup of tea.
3. Craig is an excellent florist. He creates floral arrangements in his spare time.
Flaws: Craig is quick to anger, but he does not lash out in anger, he steeps and seethes. His answers are often short and snappish in these moods, but he will never full-out admit what is bothering him at the moment. Craig can also be a bit boring to talk to about most topics outside of History or football.
Unique Item: A jar of Blackcurrant Jam.
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Pre-House History: Craig Arthur Harvey was born in Oxfordshire, England. He grew up with his parents and two younger siblings, a pair of identical girl twins. Craig always had a thirst for knowledge and enjoyed History the most of his studies. Growing up, Craig never made time for girls, unless they were Historical figures. Craig played cricket and football when he was younger, eventually he gave up cricket but he never stopped playing football.
Craig attended Oxford University, studying at Jesus College. Craig studied Medieval French History while at University. He graduated top of his class and was given a post at Jesus College as a Professor of History. While teaching one of his classes on Eleanor of Aquitaine, he met a young American student. Her name was Jessica Herman and she was studying abroad for a year during her Senior year of college. Even though he tried to deny it, Craig was smitten with her. Jessica would often stay after class to talk with Craig and eventually follow him down to the Covered Market to continue talking over lunch.
A month before Jessica was due to return back to her home in California, Craig asked her out on a date. It was the single most terrifying exprience of his life. Not only had he never asked a woman out on a date before, Craig was risking everything by approaching a student in such a manner. Luckily, Jessica had not been staying after class to talk about Eleanor's relationship with her son Richard the Lionheart but to spend more time with the young and handsome Professor that she had a crush on.
After only a month of dating, Craig followed Jessica back to her home in California. He left everthing behind in England, but didn't care because for the first time in his life he was actually living, not reliving through Historical figures. After three months of living blissfully poor on a Ramen noodle diet in Jessica's parents basement, Craig began sending out resumes to colleges in California. He accepted a positon in the Stanford University History department, much to the delight of Jessica's parents who were beginning to fear this English Professor their daughter had brought home was not all she was making him out to be.
As Stanford was several hours from where Jessica's parents lived, Craig and Jessica's relationship became long distance. They saw each other on an occasional weekend or during school breaks. While it was rocky at some points, they kept reminding themselves they were lucky to be only a few hours drive away rather than in different countries. During winter break Craig's second year teaching at Stanford the two eloped to Las Vegas. They moved into a small apartment close to campus and have been married happily since. Craig and Jessica have two daughters named Eleanor and Emma.
Aside from the drama of his romantic life, Craig has kept himself busy over the years by writing constantly for academia. He has written two books on Eleanor of Aquitaine. He was recently presented with an award from the Organization of American Historians for his latest book on King Louis IX of France.
Third-Person Sample Post: Craig shifted through a stack of essays on his desk. He pulled out the essays that were missing a cover page and set them aside. Every essay prompt Craig gave out always stated in bold on the top of the page that every essay needed to have a cover page and any essay without a cover page would receive a deduction of half a grade. Sighing he picked up the mug sitting on his desk and took a sip of it. Craig dreaded reading the essays without cover pages because most of the time if they hadn't bothered to add a cover page, the student had not read anything on the one-page prompt handed to them.
Twitching his mouth, Craig picked up a red pen and started to read the essays without cover pages first. He knew it was better to get these over and done with now, otherwise he would put them off with a sense of dread. Sometimes, he knew students would slip and forget the cover page but the rest of the essay would be an A paper. Unfortunately these were to become rarities as his career as a Professor went on.
A small knock on the door-frame of Craig's office brought him out of his reading. Looking up, Craig saw a nervous-looking student of his in the doorway. Craig waved her in, and set his stack of essays aside, carefully trying to remember the girl's name. He felt that she was in his Middle Ages and Sexuality class but was not sure he remembered her. As she sat down Craig gestured to the tea set on the shelving unit next to her, "Tea?" he asked.
First-Person Sample Post: Today I felt my knee injury flaring up again while playing footie after office hours. Sometimes I wonder if Jessica is right to worry about me playing football so often at my age. I just enjoy myself too much out on the field I don't know if I could ever give it up.
As I walked into the kitchen at home today I was reminded why Jessica worries so much about my health. Eleanor and Emma were busy fighting with each other over who should set the table, while Jessica yelled at them that she didn't care who did what as long as it was done before she set dinner on the table. Seeing me walk in, both our girls ran over to me to try to get me to side with each of them and make the other do all the work. Calmly I patted both the girls on the head and told them that the first one to name all the kings of France would be able to get out of work.
Making a face, they both rushed to beat the other to putting dishes on the table, rather than recite long-dead kings. I could tell Jessica was smirking at the situation, even while her back was turned to me. Proud of solving an argument I went and kissed Jessica's cheek as she stirred soup on the stove.
"One argument solved," I said cheerfully.
Jessica turned, kissed me full on the lips and said with a giant smile: "Yes, but I have been keeping them from bickering all day till you came home."
I couldn't be sure if she was joking or serious, but I knew whichever it was she was glad that I was home.
Craig Arthur Harvey
They got a message from the Action Man
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too
I've loved all I've needed to love
Sordid details following"
Name: Craig Arthur Harvey.
Age: 42
Pre-House Occupation: History Professor at Stanford University
Play-By: Martin Freeman
Distinguishing Features: A large scar on his left knee from a knee replacement surgery due to a football (European) accident.
∞
Personality: Craig is a very studious being. Whenever, he has a spare moment his nose is deep within a historical document. Usually he reads student papers, which frustrate him as students get more and more lazy in their work. He does not like laziness in others. He puts a very high importance upon education and learning. A very quick way to land on Craig's bad side is to act dismissive of education and learning.
Living in California, many of Craig's "British" qualities stand out like a sore thumb. He keeps a full tea set within his office at Stanford. He often talks in a manner that many Americans find obscure and strange. Craig is always punctual and expects the same of others. Craig is often what many would describe as "aloof", he does not go out of his way to make physical contact with other people and if he does it would not be more than a hand shake. (Of course, with exceptions for his wife and daughters)
While Craig may appear to be stuffy and only concerned with academia, he does enjoy to keep fit. When he arrived at Stanford he worked to create a faculty footie league. Craig has an injured knee, which will slow him down but only becoming paralysized from the neck down would stop Craig from playing football. He refuses to call football "soccer" and he calls American football "rugby". His team mates on the faculty footie league have accepted this and for his sanity (and their own) refer to them similarily.
Skills: 1. Even with his knee injury, Craig is an excellent football goalie.
2. Never forgetting his home country, Craig is infamous for brewing the best cuppa around. Students and other faculty members often create excuses to visit Craig's office to enjoy a nice cup of tea.
3. Craig is an excellent florist. He creates floral arrangements in his spare time.
Flaws: Craig is quick to anger, but he does not lash out in anger, he steeps and seethes. His answers are often short and snappish in these moods, but he will never full-out admit what is bothering him at the moment. Craig can also be a bit boring to talk to about most topics outside of History or football.
Unique Item: A jar of Blackcurrant Jam.
∞
Pre-House History: Craig Arthur Harvey was born in Oxfordshire, England. He grew up with his parents and two younger siblings, a pair of identical girl twins. Craig always had a thirst for knowledge and enjoyed History the most of his studies. Growing up, Craig never made time for girls, unless they were Historical figures. Craig played cricket and football when he was younger, eventually he gave up cricket but he never stopped playing football.
Craig attended Oxford University, studying at Jesus College. Craig studied Medieval French History while at University. He graduated top of his class and was given a post at Jesus College as a Professor of History. While teaching one of his classes on Eleanor of Aquitaine, he met a young American student. Her name was Jessica Herman and she was studying abroad for a year during her Senior year of college. Even though he tried to deny it, Craig was smitten with her. Jessica would often stay after class to talk with Craig and eventually follow him down to the Covered Market to continue talking over lunch.
A month before Jessica was due to return back to her home in California, Craig asked her out on a date. It was the single most terrifying exprience of his life. Not only had he never asked a woman out on a date before, Craig was risking everything by approaching a student in such a manner. Luckily, Jessica had not been staying after class to talk about Eleanor's relationship with her son Richard the Lionheart but to spend more time with the young and handsome Professor that she had a crush on.
After only a month of dating, Craig followed Jessica back to her home in California. He left everthing behind in England, but didn't care because for the first time in his life he was actually living, not reliving through Historical figures. After three months of living blissfully poor on a Ramen noodle diet in Jessica's parents basement, Craig began sending out resumes to colleges in California. He accepted a positon in the Stanford University History department, much to the delight of Jessica's parents who were beginning to fear this English Professor their daughter had brought home was not all she was making him out to be.
As Stanford was several hours from where Jessica's parents lived, Craig and Jessica's relationship became long distance. They saw each other on an occasional weekend or during school breaks. While it was rocky at some points, they kept reminding themselves they were lucky to be only a few hours drive away rather than in different countries. During winter break Craig's second year teaching at Stanford the two eloped to Las Vegas. They moved into a small apartment close to campus and have been married happily since. Craig and Jessica have two daughters named Eleanor and Emma.
Aside from the drama of his romantic life, Craig has kept himself busy over the years by writing constantly for academia. He has written two books on Eleanor of Aquitaine. He was recently presented with an award from the Organization of American Historians for his latest book on King Louis IX of France.
Third-Person Sample Post: Craig shifted through a stack of essays on his desk. He pulled out the essays that were missing a cover page and set them aside. Every essay prompt Craig gave out always stated in bold on the top of the page that every essay needed to have a cover page and any essay without a cover page would receive a deduction of half a grade. Sighing he picked up the mug sitting on his desk and took a sip of it. Craig dreaded reading the essays without cover pages because most of the time if they hadn't bothered to add a cover page, the student had not read anything on the one-page prompt handed to them.
Twitching his mouth, Craig picked up a red pen and started to read the essays without cover pages first. He knew it was better to get these over and done with now, otherwise he would put them off with a sense of dread. Sometimes, he knew students would slip and forget the cover page but the rest of the essay would be an A paper. Unfortunately these were to become rarities as his career as a Professor went on.
A small knock on the door-frame of Craig's office brought him out of his reading. Looking up, Craig saw a nervous-looking student of his in the doorway. Craig waved her in, and set his stack of essays aside, carefully trying to remember the girl's name. He felt that she was in his Middle Ages and Sexuality class but was not sure he remembered her. As she sat down Craig gestured to the tea set on the shelving unit next to her, "Tea?" he asked.
First-Person Sample Post: Today I felt my knee injury flaring up again while playing footie after office hours. Sometimes I wonder if Jessica is right to worry about me playing football so often at my age. I just enjoy myself too much out on the field I don't know if I could ever give it up.
As I walked into the kitchen at home today I was reminded why Jessica worries so much about my health. Eleanor and Emma were busy fighting with each other over who should set the table, while Jessica yelled at them that she didn't care who did what as long as it was done before she set dinner on the table. Seeing me walk in, both our girls ran over to me to try to get me to side with each of them and make the other do all the work. Calmly I patted both the girls on the head and told them that the first one to name all the kings of France would be able to get out of work.
Making a face, they both rushed to beat the other to putting dishes on the table, rather than recite long-dead kings. I could tell Jessica was smirking at the situation, even while her back was turned to me. Proud of solving an argument I went and kissed Jessica's cheek as she stirred soup on the stove.
"One argument solved," I said cheerfully.
Jessica turned, kissed me full on the lips and said with a giant smile: "Yes, but I have been keeping them from bickering all day till you came home."
I couldn't be sure if she was joking or serious, but I knew whichever it was she was glad that I was home.