Post by Remus Lupin on Jul 13, 2011 16:58:30 GMT -5
Overview:
Full Name:
Remus John Lupin.
Date of Birth:
March 10th, 1960.
Age:
16.
School Year:
Sixth.
School:
Hogwarts.
House:
Gryffindor.
Wand:
13” Birch-- Phoenix feather core.
Sexual Orientation:
Remus Lupin is filled with deep-seeded trust issues and an aversion to physical contact. He does accept whatever affections he’s endowed with, for he simply cannot reject people knowing the feeling all too well. When in a relationship, Remus is quite distant when it comes to intimacies-- that being said, he is no virginal first year.
Blood Status:
Half-blood.
Family Dynamic
Legal Guardians:
John Lupin -- wizard
Abigail Lupin nee: Logan. -- muggle (deceased)
Sibling(s):
Not applicable.
Allies:
Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans.
Enemies:
Most Slytherins for their prejudices, Severus Snape-- on principle, since his friends dislike him so.
Crush(es):
If you’ve got a bar of chocolate with Remus’ name on it, he’s all yours.
History:
Family History:
The Lupin family had long been known as a wizarding name-- predominantly associated with Gryffindor (with the occasional Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, of course-- no problem there.) All were brought up with Gryffindor ideals and morals-- loyalty to the cause and bravery until the end. Such was the view of John Lupin in his earlier years. In Hogwarts he was sorted as a Gryffindor, to the expectations of his parents, and excelled in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration, as well as Charms. John Lupin went on to become an auror, one that would eventually anger Fenrir Greyback.
The Logan family was not one of magic at all, but rather, a muggle family with no trace of magic in their veins. Their bloodline originates in Scotland, where most of the clan’s future generations stayed and settled. This family’s values revolved more so around being that tight-knit unit rather than branching out, ideals of love and acceptance. Abigail was raised in that same environment, cherishing the same things that her family did.
John and Abigail met in a town near her childhood home, John on the hunt for a Dark Wizard when running into the muggle that he was fated to marry. Just four moths later, a result of their whirlwind romance, a wedding had been planned and performed-- the couple retreating into the countryside for a quieter life. Abigail became a nurse at a nearby hospital while John continued his Dark Wizard catching.
Eventually, a son came into the picture-- Remus John Lupin, spitting image of his father with his mother’s crystalline blue eyes.
Character History:
Remus John Lupin was born to Abigail and John Lupin on March 10th, 1960. The family had been a happy one, Abigail taking a break off of work to begin raising Remus the way her parents had raised her to be-- kind and polite, but not without a little roughness added in by John and his other wizard friends. "The boy has to be tough too, Abby," he’d constantly remind her as she rolled her eyes.
It was around the time Remus was turning six that John had broken a deal with Fenrir Greyback. Having turned his back on the wolf and actually attempting to catch him and lock him up in Azkaban, Fenrir retaliated by hurting John where it would most. His family. His son.
On a full moon, a few days before Remus’ sixth birthday, the young child had snuck outside. Ever since John realised how angry Fenrir was with him, he took precautions and forbade Remus to exit the house on full moons. Being a child who thought of himself as very grown up, he broke his father’s one rule and had himself a picnic outside in beneath the full moonlight.
The attack was quick, Remus’ screams awakened his parents and they came rushing down the cottage, desperately looking for their son. Fenrir, in his wolf form, left soon after the attack, making sure that he in fact bit Remus’ deeply, his side all torn and blood spilling rapidly. He was instantly rushed to St. Mungo’s-- treated and diagnosed. The first choice was euthanization, which Abigail fought against as hard she could.
They would have to live with the monster. Abigail was more than all right with this, this was her son and no matter what she would love him. John, on the other hand, what with years of Dark Wizard catching and years of thinking of Greyback and his followers of enemies, he wasn’t sure how he viewed his son.
The first moon came and went, and so did the life of Abigail. John ‘forbade’ Abigail to go into the basement while Remus was down there (John had a call-- work. A Wizard on the loose and a slight chance of catching Greyback, of course he would take the job.) Vehemently ignoring him and unlocking the door just minutes before the transformation, she spent time with Remus before it-- giving him the most comforting words that she could muster up. Abigail had no idea exactly how mindless werewolves were when transformed. She had tried to soothe Remus as he transformed, losing her life brutally in the process. John never got over this, solely blaming young Remus for Abigail’s untimely slaughter.
The years following were filled with much neglect and pain for the young werewolf. What with a father who hated what he was and loathed the fact that he was left with a monster in place of his late wife, things were violent at Lupin Cottage. John took to drinking more often, becoming more and more brutal with more alcohol in his system.
Neither male suspected that he’d be accepted into Hogwarts for his werewolf status, Remus pleasantly surprised and John particularly indifferent.
Hogwarts soon turn into a place of solace, where he wouldn’t have to be constantly guilted and hurt by his father.
There was just one rule that John had given him upon letting him attend the prestigious school, “Stay away from people. Do not make friends. You are not their equal.”
Personality & Defining Characteristics:
Physical Attributes:
Remus’ height is no where near exceptional, barely grazing by five foot elven inches. With this height he towers over most of the girls in Hogwarts, which is a pretty important attribute when in the Marauders. His body is slim and not very toned-- Remus isn’t athletic (that role is solely James’,) he’d much rather stand or sit aside and read. This doesn’t do much for one’s body.
His hair is a light brown that doesn’t seem to want to listen to his commands, puffing up and curling up at times. His eyes are a light shade of amber that’s almost golden-- they were a bright blue before the accident-- and they crinkle up at the corners when he laughs or even smiles widely, an aspect of his face that’s certainly scored him more than a few dates. He’s pretty pale, considering he spends most of his time plotting with the Marauders or studying, most of which take place in the common room or dormitory.
Because of his werewolf affliction, his body is covered in very many scars. The majority of them are on his torso and thighs, but some still extend down his legs and arms. The biggest scars he has are four long, deep and silvery slices down his back along with the original bite mark-- taking up a large portion of his left side.
Luckily, these are not difficult to hide with the correct clothing.
Andrew Smith.
Personality:
Being riddled with rejection and prejudice most of his life, Remus Lupin is a very accepting person-- enabling him to overlook James and Sirius' more cruel pranks (most of these having to do with Severus). He was raised to be a very polite young man, and at a young age, he was very much attached to his mother before her untimely death. After her passing, he grew to be a very timid soul, still polite like his mother would have wanted. As a result of his father's anger he also became used to pleasing other people before himself. Remus is kind, almost over the top in his niceness. He strives for others happiness before his own, undoubtedly an affect of the lycanthropy that plagues him, as it in turn plagues those closest to him. He is a people pleaser at times, always ready to help someone with their studies or essays if they ask, sometimes even if they don't. Remus, of course, is very loyal to those close to him. He would do absolutely anything for his friends, even though he doubts that they would do the same at times.
Likes:
Mischief. Queen. Chocolate. Reading novels. The Marauders. Smoking. Pranks.
Dislikes:
Being a werewolf. Bigotry. Interrupted study-times. Full moons.
Aspirations:
Because he suspects that he’ll never be able to acquire a job because of his werewolf status, Remus dreams of opening his own wizarding book shop, much like Flourish and Blotts.
Fears:
Other’s prejudices. Something happening to his friends.
Best Memory:
His friends revealing their animagus forms.
The morning after one of the better moons at Hogwarts (he noticed it was a better moon than usual after waking up) he noticed his friends standing there in the dingy room of the Shrieking Shack, watching him with wide smiles. He’d asked them what they were doing there, to which they answered that they’d been there all night. That actually they’d been out. That they’d spent the night roaming the forest with the wolf. As Remus paled and his breathing quickened along with his heart beat, James and Sirius winked at one another and shifted. Peter a few seconds afterwards. Never before had Remus felt so accepted and loved, his friends taking years to perfect this transformation just to make his moons easier and lessen his burden.
Worst Memory:
Losing his mother.
Remus was the sort of child that grew to be very attached to his mother. She was softer and more gentle than his father, who was pure roughness and masculinity-- not that Remus wasn’t masculine, he just preferred the niceness of his mother and the fact that whenever he was hurt (skinned knee, cut on his arm) she’d bake him an entire batch of double chocolate chip cookies. Abigail was the one who tried to soothe his pain as his first transformation, holding him and giving him all that he needed-- cold things on his forehead as his temperature sky rocketed-- but all this was in vain, as when he fully transformed, the wolf took over and slaughtered his mother in a heartbeat.
Education
Strengths:
Remus is a particularly diligent student at Hogwarts, this stemming from the fact that he feel he has to earn his place there-- what with him being the only werewolf at Hogwarts. He is best at Defense and Transfiguration, wandwork is a forte of his, and is exceptional at Care of Magical Creatures. His lycanthropy has made it so the animals especially enjoy his company, which he finds a curse and a blessing.
Weaknesses:
Potions are his weak point. In order to pass this class, he needs to work much harder on it, which is difficult when you don’t see the point in this class and someone you dislike vehemently is the best. Astronomy isn’t a good class for him, partially because he misses the class for the full moons-- when most of the information’s given. Divination is another class that he isn’t fond of, finding most of it to be complete bollocks.
Patronus:
Hawk.
Quidditch:
Not applicable.
Extra's:
Prefect, no where near perfect.
Werewolf.
Behind the Scenes
Name:
Hannah.
Gender:
Female.
Years of Roleplaying:
Approx. three.
Written Portion
I wake up the next morning, surrounded by familiar animals. They’d come? Even though I told him not to, not to come to my house, not to see John-- my father. I didn’t want them to see what sort of squalor I lived in-- a house that rivaled the shabby and shoddiness of the Shrieking Shack-- dirty floors, broken walls, the stench of mold that no matter how hard I scrub never leaves. John hasn’t had a regular job for a few years, he’s had weird hours lately.
Seeing a dog, a stag, and a rat would be hard to explain.
Then again, it wasn’t as if he ever checked in on me after a moon-- that would’ve been Abigail’s job. But...
I wasn’t supposed to have friends. I’m not supposed to have friends. “I told you sodding idiots not to come,” I say, my voice is strained and clipped. Anger’s what I feel. Not gratefulness, not any sort of fondness-- they’d come and they weren’t supposed to.
Each of them are wearing their signature Marauder smile, they’d shifted while I was staring at the floor, trying to figure out a way to kick them out without being a complete git about it. Lie about John? It wouldn’t be all too hard. None of them had ever met him...
“You lot need to leave. John’s to be livid.” Which wasn’t precisely a lie, he’d be livid about them knowing. About other people knowing what sort of monster I was. I would be too if my son had killed the love of my life.
Sirius laughs that pompous and arrogant laugh, “Don’t be such a fucking prat, Moony.”
That was it. It wasn’t fair that we all hailed to the rules of James Potter and Sirius Black but that they couldn’t listen to one rule-- no, request of mine. “Get out! I don’t want you guys to be here! I told you-- I don’t want you three in. My. House!”
I am about to continue when I hear the door slam upstairs. John was home.
And obviously angry. His stomping foot steps reverberated through the floor, shaking the base of the flimsy house-- dust and loose concrete fall from the ceiling of the basement-- it’s almost like fog. Except that fog was beautiful in it’s own gentle way, and this only reminds me of the blood on the walls and the scars on my back.
The door to the basement opens and I hear John’s raspy voice call out my name. That’s when time stops and my heart ceased working.
Full Name:
Remus John Lupin.
Date of Birth:
March 10th, 1960.
Age:
16.
School Year:
Sixth.
School:
Hogwarts.
House:
Gryffindor.
Wand:
13” Birch-- Phoenix feather core.
Sexual Orientation:
Remus Lupin is filled with deep-seeded trust issues and an aversion to physical contact. He does accept whatever affections he’s endowed with, for he simply cannot reject people knowing the feeling all too well. When in a relationship, Remus is quite distant when it comes to intimacies-- that being said, he is no virginal first year.
Blood Status:
Half-blood.
Family Dynamic
Legal Guardians:
John Lupin -- wizard
Abigail Lupin nee: Logan. -- muggle (deceased)
Sibling(s):
Not applicable.
Allies:
Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans.
Enemies:
Most Slytherins for their prejudices, Severus Snape-- on principle, since his friends dislike him so.
Crush(es):
If you’ve got a bar of chocolate with Remus’ name on it, he’s all yours.
History:
Family History:
The Lupin family had long been known as a wizarding name-- predominantly associated with Gryffindor (with the occasional Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, of course-- no problem there.) All were brought up with Gryffindor ideals and morals-- loyalty to the cause and bravery until the end. Such was the view of John Lupin in his earlier years. In Hogwarts he was sorted as a Gryffindor, to the expectations of his parents, and excelled in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration, as well as Charms. John Lupin went on to become an auror, one that would eventually anger Fenrir Greyback.
The Logan family was not one of magic at all, but rather, a muggle family with no trace of magic in their veins. Their bloodline originates in Scotland, where most of the clan’s future generations stayed and settled. This family’s values revolved more so around being that tight-knit unit rather than branching out, ideals of love and acceptance. Abigail was raised in that same environment, cherishing the same things that her family did.
John and Abigail met in a town near her childhood home, John on the hunt for a Dark Wizard when running into the muggle that he was fated to marry. Just four moths later, a result of their whirlwind romance, a wedding had been planned and performed-- the couple retreating into the countryside for a quieter life. Abigail became a nurse at a nearby hospital while John continued his Dark Wizard catching.
Eventually, a son came into the picture-- Remus John Lupin, spitting image of his father with his mother’s crystalline blue eyes.
Character History:
Remus John Lupin was born to Abigail and John Lupin on March 10th, 1960. The family had been a happy one, Abigail taking a break off of work to begin raising Remus the way her parents had raised her to be-- kind and polite, but not without a little roughness added in by John and his other wizard friends. "The boy has to be tough too, Abby," he’d constantly remind her as she rolled her eyes.
It was around the time Remus was turning six that John had broken a deal with Fenrir Greyback. Having turned his back on the wolf and actually attempting to catch him and lock him up in Azkaban, Fenrir retaliated by hurting John where it would most. His family. His son.
On a full moon, a few days before Remus’ sixth birthday, the young child had snuck outside. Ever since John realised how angry Fenrir was with him, he took precautions and forbade Remus to exit the house on full moons. Being a child who thought of himself as very grown up, he broke his father’s one rule and had himself a picnic outside in beneath the full moonlight.
The attack was quick, Remus’ screams awakened his parents and they came rushing down the cottage, desperately looking for their son. Fenrir, in his wolf form, left soon after the attack, making sure that he in fact bit Remus’ deeply, his side all torn and blood spilling rapidly. He was instantly rushed to St. Mungo’s-- treated and diagnosed. The first choice was euthanization, which Abigail fought against as hard she could.
They would have to live with the monster. Abigail was more than all right with this, this was her son and no matter what she would love him. John, on the other hand, what with years of Dark Wizard catching and years of thinking of Greyback and his followers of enemies, he wasn’t sure how he viewed his son.
The first moon came and went, and so did the life of Abigail. John ‘forbade’ Abigail to go into the basement while Remus was down there (John had a call-- work. A Wizard on the loose and a slight chance of catching Greyback, of course he would take the job.) Vehemently ignoring him and unlocking the door just minutes before the transformation, she spent time with Remus before it-- giving him the most comforting words that she could muster up. Abigail had no idea exactly how mindless werewolves were when transformed. She had tried to soothe Remus as he transformed, losing her life brutally in the process. John never got over this, solely blaming young Remus for Abigail’s untimely slaughter.
The years following were filled with much neglect and pain for the young werewolf. What with a father who hated what he was and loathed the fact that he was left with a monster in place of his late wife, things were violent at Lupin Cottage. John took to drinking more often, becoming more and more brutal with more alcohol in his system.
Neither male suspected that he’d be accepted into Hogwarts for his werewolf status, Remus pleasantly surprised and John particularly indifferent.
Hogwarts soon turn into a place of solace, where he wouldn’t have to be constantly guilted and hurt by his father.
There was just one rule that John had given him upon letting him attend the prestigious school, “Stay away from people. Do not make friends. You are not their equal.”
Personality & Defining Characteristics:
Physical Attributes:
Remus’ height is no where near exceptional, barely grazing by five foot elven inches. With this height he towers over most of the girls in Hogwarts, which is a pretty important attribute when in the Marauders. His body is slim and not very toned-- Remus isn’t athletic (that role is solely James’,) he’d much rather stand or sit aside and read. This doesn’t do much for one’s body.
His hair is a light brown that doesn’t seem to want to listen to his commands, puffing up and curling up at times. His eyes are a light shade of amber that’s almost golden-- they were a bright blue before the accident-- and they crinkle up at the corners when he laughs or even smiles widely, an aspect of his face that’s certainly scored him more than a few dates. He’s pretty pale, considering he spends most of his time plotting with the Marauders or studying, most of which take place in the common room or dormitory.
Because of his werewolf affliction, his body is covered in very many scars. The majority of them are on his torso and thighs, but some still extend down his legs and arms. The biggest scars he has are four long, deep and silvery slices down his back along with the original bite mark-- taking up a large portion of his left side.
Luckily, these are not difficult to hide with the correct clothing.
Andrew Smith.
Personality:
Being riddled with rejection and prejudice most of his life, Remus Lupin is a very accepting person-- enabling him to overlook James and Sirius' more cruel pranks (most of these having to do with Severus). He was raised to be a very polite young man, and at a young age, he was very much attached to his mother before her untimely death. After her passing, he grew to be a very timid soul, still polite like his mother would have wanted. As a result of his father's anger he also became used to pleasing other people before himself. Remus is kind, almost over the top in his niceness. He strives for others happiness before his own, undoubtedly an affect of the lycanthropy that plagues him, as it in turn plagues those closest to him. He is a people pleaser at times, always ready to help someone with their studies or essays if they ask, sometimes even if they don't. Remus, of course, is very loyal to those close to him. He would do absolutely anything for his friends, even though he doubts that they would do the same at times.
Likes:
Mischief. Queen. Chocolate. Reading novels. The Marauders. Smoking. Pranks.
Dislikes:
Being a werewolf. Bigotry. Interrupted study-times. Full moons.
Aspirations:
Because he suspects that he’ll never be able to acquire a job because of his werewolf status, Remus dreams of opening his own wizarding book shop, much like Flourish and Blotts.
Fears:
Other’s prejudices. Something happening to his friends.
Best Memory:
His friends revealing their animagus forms.
The morning after one of the better moons at Hogwarts (he noticed it was a better moon than usual after waking up) he noticed his friends standing there in the dingy room of the Shrieking Shack, watching him with wide smiles. He’d asked them what they were doing there, to which they answered that they’d been there all night. That actually they’d been out. That they’d spent the night roaming the forest with the wolf. As Remus paled and his breathing quickened along with his heart beat, James and Sirius winked at one another and shifted. Peter a few seconds afterwards. Never before had Remus felt so accepted and loved, his friends taking years to perfect this transformation just to make his moons easier and lessen his burden.
Worst Memory:
Losing his mother.
Remus was the sort of child that grew to be very attached to his mother. She was softer and more gentle than his father, who was pure roughness and masculinity-- not that Remus wasn’t masculine, he just preferred the niceness of his mother and the fact that whenever he was hurt (skinned knee, cut on his arm) she’d bake him an entire batch of double chocolate chip cookies. Abigail was the one who tried to soothe his pain as his first transformation, holding him and giving him all that he needed-- cold things on his forehead as his temperature sky rocketed-- but all this was in vain, as when he fully transformed, the wolf took over and slaughtered his mother in a heartbeat.
Education
Strengths:
Remus is a particularly diligent student at Hogwarts, this stemming from the fact that he feel he has to earn his place there-- what with him being the only werewolf at Hogwarts. He is best at Defense and Transfiguration, wandwork is a forte of his, and is exceptional at Care of Magical Creatures. His lycanthropy has made it so the animals especially enjoy his company, which he finds a curse and a blessing.
Weaknesses:
Potions are his weak point. In order to pass this class, he needs to work much harder on it, which is difficult when you don’t see the point in this class and someone you dislike vehemently is the best. Astronomy isn’t a good class for him, partially because he misses the class for the full moons-- when most of the information’s given. Divination is another class that he isn’t fond of, finding most of it to be complete bollocks.
Patronus:
Hawk.
Quidditch:
Not applicable.
Extra's:
Prefect, no where near perfect.
Werewolf.
Behind the Scenes
Name:
Hannah.
Gender:
Female.
Years of Roleplaying:
Approx. three.
Written Portion
I wake up the next morning, surrounded by familiar animals. They’d come? Even though I told him not to, not to come to my house, not to see John-- my father. I didn’t want them to see what sort of squalor I lived in-- a house that rivaled the shabby and shoddiness of the Shrieking Shack-- dirty floors, broken walls, the stench of mold that no matter how hard I scrub never leaves. John hasn’t had a regular job for a few years, he’s had weird hours lately.
Seeing a dog, a stag, and a rat would be hard to explain.
Then again, it wasn’t as if he ever checked in on me after a moon-- that would’ve been Abigail’s job. But...
I wasn’t supposed to have friends. I’m not supposed to have friends. “I told you sodding idiots not to come,” I say, my voice is strained and clipped. Anger’s what I feel. Not gratefulness, not any sort of fondness-- they’d come and they weren’t supposed to.
Each of them are wearing their signature Marauder smile, they’d shifted while I was staring at the floor, trying to figure out a way to kick them out without being a complete git about it. Lie about John? It wouldn’t be all too hard. None of them had ever met him...
“You lot need to leave. John’s to be livid.” Which wasn’t precisely a lie, he’d be livid about them knowing. About other people knowing what sort of monster I was. I would be too if my son had killed the love of my life.
Sirius laughs that pompous and arrogant laugh, “Don’t be such a fucking prat, Moony.”
That was it. It wasn’t fair that we all hailed to the rules of James Potter and Sirius Black but that they couldn’t listen to one rule-- no, request of mine. “Get out! I don’t want you guys to be here! I told you-- I don’t want you three in. My. House!”
I am about to continue when I hear the door slam upstairs. John was home.
And obviously angry. His stomping foot steps reverberated through the floor, shaking the base of the flimsy house-- dust and loose concrete fall from the ceiling of the basement-- it’s almost like fog. Except that fog was beautiful in it’s own gentle way, and this only reminds me of the blood on the walls and the scars on my back.
The door to the basement opens and I hear John’s raspy voice call out my name. That’s when time stops and my heart ceased working.
