Post by Remus John Lupin on Feb 15, 2010 21:47:42 GMT -5
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[/b][/center][/font][/size]I used to be my own protection, but not now cause my path had lost direction, somehow
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[/size]IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
[/font][/size]IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
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[/size]Name: Remus John Lupin
Nickname: Moony
Age/Birthday: March 10, 1960
Gender: Male
Orientation: Pansexual
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Affiliation: Order
Year/House: 6th, Gryffindor
Wand: 14 in, ash, with essence of a unicorn hair
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[/size]TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND
[/size]AND THE JOB IN HAND
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[/size]Eyes: Seems to alternate between amber and hazel.
Hair: Brunette
Height: 5'5
Weight: 105lbs
Distinguishing Features(if any): slight scarring on his arms and body, though there white and thin from monthly transformations.
Play-by: Gaspard Ulliel
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[/size]IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
[/size]THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
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[/size]Erised: Remus desires nothing more than to be liked and accepted. He has been looked down upon for so long that he just wishes to have that not matter. He desires to be human once more, to be normal and rid himself of this awful curse. So when he gazes into the mirror he sees himself, smiling back surrounded by his friends and family, carefree and normal.
Patronus: Lynx. The Lynx represents great knowledge as well as intuition. As well as being very accepting, Remus is a Gryffindor which is represented by a lion another member of the cat family. Deep down the boy is quite intelligent and extremely loyal to his friends, longing to share his knowledge and be like.
Boggart: The moon.
Remus has much fear about his 'affliction'. The full moon represents the hardship he endures every month. It had been such a weight he had to endure through most of his life, people denying and criticizing him. He was constantly disliked for what he was. Not to mention the transformations are incredibly painful, he hates himself, what he is. He simply wishes to be normal and not to be capable of hurting anyone.
Dementor:
"Remus! Remus, please come in!" his father's urgent voice was echoing, though the small boy of six didn't pay too much attention. Nighttime was descending quickly and he was still playing outside near the woods. As the moon rose the small innocent looked up to the stars, though his attention was ripped away. The small child was at no match for the beast raging toward him, the werewolf was huge, terrifying and had easily managed the boy to the ground. It all happened so fast, his screams echoed and as quickly as he came the beast was gone. The boy was bleeding like mad, screaming crying. Just like that his life was stolen from him, he was the creature.
Amortentia: roses, the forest smell, the fall air
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[/size]THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
[/size]AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
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[/size]Likes:
His friends
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Acceptance
Hogsmeade
Hogwarts
Studying
Performing well
Chocolate
The forbidden forest
Sweets
Tea
Learning
Dealing with magical creatures
Dislikes:
Fenrir Greyback
Abuse of any sort
Rudeness
Being a werewolf
Rejection
Guilt
The moon
Being alone
Strengths:
Intelligent
Kind mannered
Intuitive
Weaknesses
Has such a desire to be liked so he cuts his friends far to much slack
Can be a pushover
Trusting
Overall Personality:
Remus is very kind hearted and generous. He tends to allow his friends to do many things without speaking up about how he feels about it. For example when they tease Severus he doesn't speak out against it for they are the only group of people who truly accept him. though no matter what Remus does not join in, he cannot bring himself to do so. After all through most of his life he was treated with much of the same disdain. He is a rather accepting person, giving everyone a chance.
Remus is very loyal to his friends and does enjoy having fun though he does make sure the others study or at least he tried to get them to. He is naturally a teacher, he loves to teach people new things and even to learn from others himself. Remus longs for acceptance, he was so happy and extremely grateful to find that in his friends. He often places his friends needs above his own, caring more about their own happiness than his own. The brunette hates teasing of any kind for he is reminded of how he was treated through his childhood.
Remus can tend to over think a lot of things, he doesn't think to seem he is good enough for anyone as he simply cannot bring himself to burden anyone. He has a logical mind and even at the age of sixteen thinks things through and takes the situation at hand into consideration. Due to his desire to be accepted he likes to be in the company of others, actually really disliking to be alone. Remus is Pansexual meaning that he finds all forms of beauty attractive.
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[/size]IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
[/size]THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
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[/size]Family:
Rose Victoria Lupin, Mother
Montgomery G. Lupin, Father
No Siblings.
Pets: Eagle Owl, Adonis
Residence: A small wizarding village in Durham
History:
Remus was an only child, his early years were wonderful. He would often spend time with his father though much of his very early childhood years were forgotten. In the late summer of his sixth year, his father offended the notorious werewolf Fenrir Greyback. The beast took immediate offense and took note that the man had a small son. Greyback would take action immediately, almost happy by the prospect for he loved children. Greyback positioned himself near the house where they resided and watched the small boy play until nightfall when he transformed and bit the tiny boy.
Remus, from that moment on, was different. He was taken to Saint Mungo's by his frantic and apologetic father. There was of course no cure for the boy and he grew to realize what he was. The transformations were painful for the child, he would rip and tear at himself, biting and scarring his small body. People treated him as if he were an abomination, even at the young age of eight people would pull their children away from him, curse at him, avoid him. The boy grew heartbroken, for he was so disliked at such a young age and it only grew from there. He was really rather shy by that time, most of the small village he lived in was aware of his condition.
He got his Hogwarts letter but didn't hope to much as he was sure he wouldn't be able attend under the conditions. After all the people that turned him away he was sure that the Professors at the school would not want him near the other students. Though his parents went and met with Dumbledore and young Remus could hardly believe it when he had arranged everything so that Remus could attend Hogwarts. For the first time Remus found true acceptance in Albus Dumbledore.
Dumbledore had arranged for him to use the Shrieking Shack for his transformations and no one caught on. Remus was sorted into Gryffindor and began to excel in his schoolwork. He made three incredible friends who went above and beyond supporting him, they not only showed him acceptance but became animagi to help accompany him while he transformed. Remus would go to the hospital wing sometimes after the transformations from all the damage he inflicted upon himself.
Instantly he recognized the hatred between his close friend James and Severus. Despite how against the horrid teasing Remus was he stayed quiet. He was quiet upset with himself but he had only just found acceptance and for the first time had friends. In his fifth year he was made a prefect and took the responsibility seriously. That very same year Severus began to notice how he would disappear and the patterns of it. Sirius decided to play a prank on him which could have surely ended in Severus' death though James stopped it before any harm could come to him. The wolfsbane potion was not invented yet in that time and so Remus had no way of controlling himself when he changed.
He entered his sixth year, after receiving twelve OWLs .
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[/size]YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
[/size]YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
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[/size]Name/Alias: Trinity
Age: Twenty
Roleplay Experience: Seven years
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Roleplay Sample:
[Not in character]
"Precious," the deep drawl of the man's voice was sharp and demeaning. Damon knew all of his nicknames very well and responded to each one sincerely so without missing a beat the lithe child let his eyes focus upon his primary abuser. The man's grin was deceiving, to anyone else the man would appear charming, kind even. This was not the case... at least all the time. Timothy was much crueler then he let on, domineering and sadistic, the man found great pleasure in the pleas and desperation of the boy who belonged to him. The relationship between the two was a dark one, in public Timothy was simply 'daddy' though in the darkness of their own home Damon was his, sexually, physically, emotionally, in every way imaginable.
"Yes," the small voice was barely audible over the sharp whistle of the wind. The attentive boy had stopped walking and let his smoldering gaze fall upon the figure beside him. He listened intently as Timothy rattled off instructions, Damon nodded in what he believed to be all the right places for the man. Soft raven hair framed the boy's face and the gentle expression was simply unmoving. The intensity of the man before him nearly made him quiver, out of habit his gaze fall to the street.
A yelp forced past the young one's soft lips as Timothy roughly snatched his chin and forced the fragile youth's face upward to meet his own gaze.
"Listen to me carefully Damon," he spat his name as if the ebony haired beauty had committed a terrible crime. The fear was apparent as always and Damon merely swallowed hard. "I'll be right back, you hear my love? I want you to be right here when I get goddamn back, understand?"
The demanding voice was prominent in the boy's mind and he spoke, unable to nod with the pressure the man was extorting to keep his head upright. "Okay," this time Damon's voice was a little louder so Timothy could hear him, "I promise." Timothy smirked and let go of Damon's face and drew him in tightly by his hips pressing his body close to his own.
He felt the boy tense up, he laughed softly as mind recalled the events of the day, the vicious rape must have left the boy's hips bruised. "I'll be back soon," Tim spoke before pulling away and turning on his heel, "stay right here." It was the last thing he uttered before he started off.
Damon watched his retreating form and the boy simply walked through the park submissively. His eyes were downcast and his thin hands placed in his pockets. The pallid fallen angel then heard it, footsteps. He bit his lip as someone walked past him. He still wasn't used to other people. He quickly averted his bright eyes in the other direction but stayed where he was, he had a kind but submissive air around him.
The fallen realized he might be a sight but Timothy told him to stay there so he knew he had to listen. The fragile beauty crossed over to a bench and nervously took a seat.
"Precious," the deep drawl of the man's voice was sharp and demeaning. Damon knew all of his nicknames very well and responded to each one sincerely so without missing a beat the lithe child let his eyes focus upon his primary abuser. The man's grin was deceiving, to anyone else the man would appear charming, kind even. This was not the case... at least all the time. Timothy was much crueler then he let on, domineering and sadistic, the man found great pleasure in the pleas and desperation of the boy who belonged to him. The relationship between the two was a dark one, in public Timothy was simply 'daddy' though in the darkness of their own home Damon was his, sexually, physically, emotionally, in every way imaginable.
"Yes," the small voice was barely audible over the sharp whistle of the wind. The attentive boy had stopped walking and let his smoldering gaze fall upon the figure beside him. He listened intently as Timothy rattled off instructions, Damon nodded in what he believed to be all the right places for the man. Soft raven hair framed the boy's face and the gentle expression was simply unmoving. The intensity of the man before him nearly made him quiver, out of habit his gaze fall to the street.
A yelp forced past the young one's soft lips as Timothy roughly snatched his chin and forced the fragile youth's face upward to meet his own gaze.
"Listen to me carefully Damon," he spat his name as if the ebony haired beauty had committed a terrible crime. The fear was apparent as always and Damon merely swallowed hard. "I'll be right back, you hear my love? I want you to be right here when I get goddamn back, understand?"
The demanding voice was prominent in the boy's mind and he spoke, unable to nod with the pressure the man was extorting to keep his head upright. "Okay," this time Damon's voice was a little louder so Timothy could hear him, "I promise." Timothy smirked and let go of Damon's face and drew him in tightly by his hips pressing his body close to his own.
He felt the boy tense up, he laughed softly as mind recalled the events of the day, the vicious rape must have left the boy's hips bruised. "I'll be back soon," Tim spoke before pulling away and turning on his heel, "stay right here." It was the last thing he uttered before he started off.
Damon watched his retreating form and the boy simply walked through the park submissively. His eyes were downcast and his thin hands placed in his pockets. The pallid fallen angel then heard it, footsteps. He bit his lip as someone walked past him. He still wasn't used to other people. He quickly averted his bright eyes in the other direction but stayed where he was, he had a kind but submissive air around him.
The fallen realized he might be a sight but Timothy told him to stay there so he knew he had to listen. The fragile beauty crossed over to a bench and nervously took a seat.