Post by remus john lupin on Aug 25, 2011 10:10:21 GMT
REMUS JOHN LUPIN !
bloody hell, you're Harry Potter!
B A S I C S !
B A S I C S !
Full Name: Remus John Lupin
Nickname(s): Moony, Remmy
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Birth Date: 10th March 1960
Orientation: Panromantic Demisexual
Pet: Owl- India
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Golden brown, fairly long
Face Claim: Mathias Lauridsen
what did you call me?
M A G I C !
M A G I C !
Race: Werewolf
Ability(s): N/A
Blood: Half
Wand: 11 inches, willow, phoenix feather
House: Gryffindor
Occupation/Year: Sixth
Alliance: FoM
don't run away from me boy
I N S I D E!
I N S I D E!
Likes:
- Duelling
- Reading
- Chocolate
- Transfiguration
- People who understand him
Dislikes:
- Missing out on things because of his lycanthropy
- Losing his temper
- Getting confused
- The full moon
- Being snapped at
Habits:
- Carrying some form of chocolate around with him
- Biting his lip
- Flicking his hair out of his eyes
Fears:
- People finding out he's a werewolf
- Losing his friends
- Failing his NEWT exams
Secrets:
- He's a werewolf
- He spends much of his free time when he isn't with the marauders studying non-verbal magic
Goals:
- Graduate with high grades to increase his employability
- Maintain his friendship with the marauders
Personality:
Remus Lupin is a generally quiet person. He tends to be the reasoning force behind his prankster friends, changing their ideas if they seem too likely to fail, but he is equally as michevious in many aspects and enjoys helping them plan their next big thing. Rem is bright, studying in the library often, and working hard to do well during his exams. He sees the best in everybody, trying not judge people just like he hopes not to be judged. Remus would do anything for his friends, fighting to defend them whenever someone makes a snide comment. He is also the most mature of the four marauders, his calm demeanour helping to tame them when they are at their most adventurous.
my mother despised me
H I S T O R Y!
H I S T O R Y!
Mother: Caitlin, 37, mediwitch, pureblood
Father: Graeme, 40, journalist, halfblood
Siblings: None
Birth Place: Lixxbury, England
Accent: British
History:
Remus Lupin was born the only son of Caitlin and Graeme Lupin in the unusually warm month of March. He grew up in Lixxbury, a very small wizarding village just north of Gillingham, with little contact with his extended family. Graeme angered the werewolf Fenrir Greyback when Remmy was four, and as payback the wolf sank his teeth into the young child when he was out playing in his garden. Since then the boy has spent every full moon in agony, transforming as a werewolf. His transformations took place in the basement under his house for many years, because any news of a werewolf in Lixxbury would have resulted in isolation and avoidance from the other villagers.
Remus was close to his grandmother, Emma, and was heartbroken when she died shortly after his eighth birthday. Emma had always told him that his lycanthropy did not make him who he was, but his actions. After her death, Remus buried himself in books, finding solace in fictional worlds and places far far away. He hadn't expected to be able to attend Hogwarts because of his problem, but Albus Dumbledore visited the family and with his assistance, they formulated a plan to enable Remus to continue his education.
The eleven year old was sorted into Gryffindor with a smile, and soon formed a friendship with three other first years in his dorm- Sirius Black, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. The four boys had a solid friendship, but Rem didn't tell them about his affliction as he feared they would shun him. The boys figured it out anyway in their second year, and they suprised Remus with how well they took it. He now transforms in the Shrieking Shack and is accompanied by the three in their animagus forms (perfected last year).
they were whispering to me
R E A L I T Y !
R E A L I T Y !
Sample Roleplay:Ginger hair swept away from his face, George padded down the stairs and into the shop. His day off wasn’t something he looked forward to all that often, preferring to be in the shop with his customers or inventing a new product with Fred, but even he had to admit he needed it. The stress of a running a successful business was starting to show, and he was fairly certain if he didn’t get away from the numbers of the accounts he had been looking through, his brain might just implode. Pulling on a shirt before he terrified any customers -okay so maybe he had forgotten they opened early once or twice, and maybe, just maybe, he had gone downstairs to get some candy wearing … well, nothing. It was not his fault that young kids were mentally scarred by his good looks!
Chuckling at the memory, the Weasley glanced around for any signs of his twin before stepping into the store, surprised by the amount of customers already streaming through the doors. Checking his watch, the man grimaced slightly. 11am. No wonder Verity looked stressed. Speaking of Verity… George moved to help the young witch, only to be swatted away with a glare and warning about it being his day off. Godfathers he hated that phrase! He didn’t want a day off, just a day away from numbers! Ignoring the protests of the woman, George began checking the stock. He had promised not to do any accounts today, he hadn’t said a word about leaving the shop!
Moving through aisles and towering over most of the younger customers, George’s eye was caught by a gaggle of girls -no older than six he was certain- stood by the pygmy puffs. He shouldn’t have been surprised, the fuzz balls were a big hit from the start, but the lack of adults being with the children had made him frown. Most parents stuck to their kids like glue in Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, terrified about what they might buy. Why were these girls left alone? Moving close, he crouched down beside a red haired girl on the outskirts, and after a brief chat with her had decided the parents of these children were still somewhere in the shop. The shock of her expression when he asked where they had gone reassured him she hadn’t known they had left.
The other girls looked panicked now, frantic expressions overtaking their youthful faces as they searched for their mom and dad. The red-head slid a hand into Fred’s, a tremble of her lower lip making the prankster smile. “No worries hun, let’s go look for them okay?” George Weasley, sucker for a sweet girl with a cute grin.
Followed by a gaggle of girls through the store, George was certain he must look a sight and was grateful that Fred wasn’t around to see what had become of his prankster twin. A tall blonde stood on the second floor of the shop, calling out names desperately. “Mummy!” The red-head cried, dashing over to the woman. A few hysterical embraces later and George was ready to leave, eager to get away from the love being displayed. Bidding a swift farewell, the eighteen year old took a breath before fleeing the floor and returning to the comfort of the daydream charms aisle.
George wasn’t a soft touch, despite what people thought, he simply liked seeing people happy. When things were too mushy, he was the first to flee the scene. He wasn’t unromantic, he just didn’t go for big public displays of affection. Re-stacking a few boxes of daydream charms, George began humming himself, waiting for something, anything, to happen. Life was dull at the moment, even in a joke shop. He could do with a little inspiration from a ginger twin of his...
Why hello there! This secretive boy is being controlled by Tallie. I've been in this world for 17 years but have lived this lifestyle for 7 years. I play as no one else yet and so am awesome. I found you at my head and am in love with the ever smexii Sirius Black. Be prepared to be shocked, I'm flying through this world.