Post by Lupin the Loyal on Apr 2, 2006 21:32:23 GMT -5
I know techniquely you already accepted me Kara, but I forgot the pole last time, so I though it only fair.
Full Name Remus John Lupin
Nicknames: Moony
Age/Birthday/Year: March 10, 1960
House: Gryffindor
Death Eater?: Erm… hellz no?
Blood: Half-Blood… in more ways than one.
Sex: Male
Appearance: Remus, like any other boy, spends little to no time on his appearance. He finds the fact that his robes have a bit of were and tear, and the scars that normally line his face, would hardly be improved by anything he could manage to do with his untidy dirty blonde hair. He usually just leaves it to grow, so hopefully he might be able to hide some of his face with it. Which really is a pity as doing so hides one of his more attractive features; his brilliant blue eyes.
Remus is tall, very tall actually. He almost reaches Sirius’ height, something he finds rather unpleasing. He’s more noticeable and easier to be picked out of a crowd and not-so-subtly pointed at when there’s gossip traveling around about his convenient absences from classes once a month. Despite this, no one seems to have caught on to what he really is. Or at least no ones ever confronted him about it, with the exception of the Marauders, that is. His appearance really seems to scream it though. He often looks tired or ill when seen in class in the days approaching the full moon.
Personality: Remus has always been a bit shy, but he makes up for this in his kindness. He would never go out of his way to insult some one, unless they outwardly did so to him first. Sure Remus paraded around with the other Marauders during their earlier years at Hogwarts, but now that he had been made prefect, he felt a certain obligation to stop those antics. He couldn’t bring himself to bring himself to put a stop to them completely though, which he assumed had been Dumbledore’s, or at least McGonagall’s intentions for him to tame his friends a bit. Remus was so used to rejection, that he has formed a bad habit of letting his friends get away with just about anything right under his nose to ensure that their friendship stays strong.
Talents: Academically speaking, Remus has always been rather well off. Though he’s out several days each month, his grades never really suffered because of it. His greater interests and tallent lie in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Remus is till young, though each month, once he transforms, he begins to fight a losing battle with himself. By leanring and succeeding in Defense Against the Dark Arts, he is able to pull himself away from the evil that is the wolf that lurks inside him.
Weaknesses: Remus has always had a tendency to overlook the insurrections of his mates. He wants to live up the responsibilities of his position as prefect, but they have done so much for him that he feels in some way that he owes them as much. After facing the kind of hatred of those back home who had found out about the kind of burden that afflicts Remus, theres nothing more that he could ever want in the world than just to be liked. James and the others show him this friendship, though being very doubtful of himself, Remus is always making acceptions to ensure that their friendship stays strong.
Childhood History: Remus was nearly six when he received the bite of a werewolf, Fenrir Greyback to be exact, making he, himself one as well. Not everyone lives through the bite of a werewolf, and being as Remus was only a small child when he received his, made it particularly hard for him to recover. He was placed in St. Mungo’s Hospital under critical care for several weeks. No longer would he feel the happy-go-lucky smile across his face as he had as a child. He now had to cope with the conditions that lycanthropy had forced upon him. Each month for three nights, his parents were force to lock him in the cellar. No matter how many howls came from him, no matter how much his paws scratched at the door, they were not to let him out.
Things hardly seemed to brighten at the prospect of being accepted to attend Hogwarts. Remus, at first, was overjoyed at the prospect. Maybe it was finally a way to escape his life at home, which had grown drastically worse over the years, with his worrisome mother that hardly ever let him out of the house. But realization soon hit him over the numerous pep talks and precautions that would have to endure for the next 7 years of his life. Though still, despite the new rules that would be in place for him, and the amount of work that Hogwarts was going through to ensure that he made it to Hogwarts, Remus couldn’t help but hold onto that fleeting moment of freedom.
He soon discovered that Hogwarts was brilliant plan. He hadn’t much expected to make many friends among his fellow students, but almost instantly he hit it off with 3 boys that had been sorted into his own house, Gryffindor. They were the best mates Remus could have ever hoped for, and just knowing that they were there made the time between waiting for each full moon much more endurable. They formed their own secret society of which they were the only members of. They call themselves the Marauders. Unannounced to Remus though, his fellow Marauders, soon discovered of his affliction during their third year, and began to plan ways to accompany Remus during his transformations. During his fifth year, also the year he was announced as a Gryffindor prefect, the other Marauders mastered the difficult and complex magic of transforming themselves into animigi. Remus was glad to have them accompany him each month; hardly aware of any danger he might have been putting them in. He even seemed to be able to keep a small piece of his mind when they were around. Now they would even begin to gallivant along the grounds surrounding Hogsmeade, the others feeling more than confident that they could control Remus during his transformation.
Family History: Remus was raised in a wizarding house hold. Both his parents seem to embrace their heritage and therefore wished for Remus to do the same. His parents seemed pretty well off with Remus. They had only ever wanted one child to take with, and Remus seemed the perfect one, he was reasonably obedient as far as children under the age of 5 go, and he had hardly ever cried as a baby. He had already showed the potential of having a bright and honorable future. One that would bring years of pride and joy for his parents, but all this had to change.
Relationships: Remus, though he has never had a girlfriend before, has some of the greatest mates a boy could ask for. The Marauders, who consisted of James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and well… himself, had always been their for him. They seemed to know exactly what was best for him. Once they had found out of Remus’ affliction, they worked, for the better part of three years mind you, to learn how to transform into animigi so that they might accompany Remus each month during his transformation.
For the most part, Remus spends most of his time with the other Marauders. The only other person among his peers that he has found similarities with was a young prefect girl that he had met in Hogwarts, Lily Evans. Of course it was only a friendly relationship. His best mate James had taken a fancy to her however and always persuaded him to try and put in a good word for him. Maybe his efforts had been worth while, for now they are dating and James is only waiting for the right time to pop the question.
Nothing about Remus ever really made him stand out, except for the occasional scars and bruises that appeared on his face, but usually those only brought strange stares, stares that Remus still hadn’t gotten used too. Therefore though, Remus hadn’t made many good friends among his peers, let alone being noticed by any girls. He’s never had the coolness that James and Sirius seem to possess when it comes to the lady type. He finds that stuttering and fleeing has always been his best choice of actions. Who would want a werewolf anyways?
He wouldn’t really know what to do with himself if he had a girlfriend, or anyone such like that for that matter. Remus is in fact bisexual, he just hasn’t admitted it to anyone as of yet, or himself for that matter. When it comes down to it though he’d much rather choose a girl over a guy.
What made them who they are today: The loyal support of his mates. Through thick and thin they have always been there for him, whether it be through one of his terrifying transformations, or just to cheer him up when he’s blue.
Sample post:
Remus felt himself being helped into a chair. The journey to the Shack had been a bit of a blur, it always was. He had taken the narrow tunnel so many times that his body seemed to go into an instantaneous autopilot. His hands unconsciously reached down to his waste and felt for his belt buckle. Madam Pomfrey, who always accompanied him down to the Shack, helped him pull his robes off over his head. She pulled off his shoes and picked up his pants after Remus had pulled them down to his ankles and kicked them. He had no energy to feel embarrassed sitting their in just his boxers in front of the healer.
“I’ll be back in the morning to collect you,” she told him. It sounded as though they would be going on a trip, Remus knew better though. She folded his clothes and tucked them under her arm. She would leave them at the foot of the trap door so that Remus could get to them in them once he woke. She began to decent the ladder down to tunnel again, but stopped for a moment to look back at Remus. “Good luck then.” These must have been the most discomforting words Remus had ever heard, but Madam Pomfrey always left them with him, and he hadn’t the heart to tell her not to.
His eyes strayed to the window, hoping for some miraculous reason, the boards that boarded it would fly off, giving him a perfect view the quiet town bellow. What time was it? Would the Marauders be coming soon? It wasn’t time for his transformation yet though. He could still see streaks of sunlight through the ply wood on the windows.
The drapes covering them were tattered and torn, as was everything else in the room. There didn’t seem to be a single piece of furniture in the room that was wasn’t broken or at least had a few spring sticking out of it by now, apart from the chair Remus was in. Even that was only because Madam Pomfrey had fixed it up before she had set him down in it. The walls creaked as though they were alive and trying to tell Remus something but he just couldn’t understand.
Confident that Madam Pomfrey wasn’t coming back for anything, Remus finally took off his boxers and carelessly threw them to his side, dragging a blanket over himself that had been sitting on a three legged table next to him. The cold drifted over his body and he wrapped the blanket tighter around himself, but this in no way made him to want his transformation to come any sooner. He’d rather have died right there from the cold than to have to transform one more time. But that wasn’t a choice… he wasn’t to give up. He never had before; it seemed foolish to do so now. His eyes were still on the window but they only refocused when he noticed that the streaks of light were flickering away and a familiar commotion came from under the house several feet in front of him.
“Move faster Prongs!” Sirius yelled.
“Get off my ass Padfoot!” James retorted.
“I’m behind Wormtail!”
“Sorry,” came a weaker voice.
Before anything else could be said, the trap door burst open, and there, through the dust stood his three best mates. Remus smiled, it was a weak smile, but a smile non-the-less.
“Almost that time again...” Sirius concluded rather pigheadedly. “Well just tell us before… you know, so we can change in time.”
James gave him an annoyed glare but ignored the statement. “How you doing Moons?”
“Fine,” Remus lied. James and Sirius knew it was a lie, but knew he could do no better. “A couple more minutes then,” he told. He could already feel the wolf inside his mind clawing to get out. Soon it would be clawing at his body to take over. James made himself as comfortable as he could get in a chair across the room. The chair was missing a leg and tilted backwards, but James didn’t seem to care. Sirius stood in the middle of the room, shuffling his feet about broadly and Peter had barely moved away from the trap door I the floor.
All too suddenly Remus felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and he lurched over himself in his chair. He could hardly get a word out to tell the others but he figured they would just assume as much. His whole body erupted in pain as bones broke, shifted and reformed. He felt his mind drifting away from him, but he struggled to hold onto it, as he always did. Suddenly the cold breeze that had come over him before felt refreshing under the blanket of fur that now covered his body. A loud howl pushed its way up Remus’ throat and out of his mouth. His organs lifted inside of his body to make way for the mending bones and settled back down as soon as they had finished.
Remus was now gone and in his place stood Moony, the werewolf. He looked up to find his three friends standing before him, but now in the shape of a stag, a black dog, and a rat. Another playful howl escaped his muzzle.
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Full Name Remus John Lupin
Nicknames: Moony
Age/Birthday/Year: March 10, 1960
House: Gryffindor
Death Eater?: Erm… hellz no?
Blood: Half-Blood… in more ways than one.
Sex: Male
Appearance: Remus, like any other boy, spends little to no time on his appearance. He finds the fact that his robes have a bit of were and tear, and the scars that normally line his face, would hardly be improved by anything he could manage to do with his untidy dirty blonde hair. He usually just leaves it to grow, so hopefully he might be able to hide some of his face with it. Which really is a pity as doing so hides one of his more attractive features; his brilliant blue eyes.
Remus is tall, very tall actually. He almost reaches Sirius’ height, something he finds rather unpleasing. He’s more noticeable and easier to be picked out of a crowd and not-so-subtly pointed at when there’s gossip traveling around about his convenient absences from classes once a month. Despite this, no one seems to have caught on to what he really is. Or at least no ones ever confronted him about it, with the exception of the Marauders, that is. His appearance really seems to scream it though. He often looks tired or ill when seen in class in the days approaching the full moon.
Personality: Remus has always been a bit shy, but he makes up for this in his kindness. He would never go out of his way to insult some one, unless they outwardly did so to him first. Sure Remus paraded around with the other Marauders during their earlier years at Hogwarts, but now that he had been made prefect, he felt a certain obligation to stop those antics. He couldn’t bring himself to bring himself to put a stop to them completely though, which he assumed had been Dumbledore’s, or at least McGonagall’s intentions for him to tame his friends a bit. Remus was so used to rejection, that he has formed a bad habit of letting his friends get away with just about anything right under his nose to ensure that their friendship stays strong.
Talents: Academically speaking, Remus has always been rather well off. Though he’s out several days each month, his grades never really suffered because of it. His greater interests and tallent lie in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Remus is till young, though each month, once he transforms, he begins to fight a losing battle with himself. By leanring and succeeding in Defense Against the Dark Arts, he is able to pull himself away from the evil that is the wolf that lurks inside him.
Weaknesses: Remus has always had a tendency to overlook the insurrections of his mates. He wants to live up the responsibilities of his position as prefect, but they have done so much for him that he feels in some way that he owes them as much. After facing the kind of hatred of those back home who had found out about the kind of burden that afflicts Remus, theres nothing more that he could ever want in the world than just to be liked. James and the others show him this friendship, though being very doubtful of himself, Remus is always making acceptions to ensure that their friendship stays strong.
Childhood History: Remus was nearly six when he received the bite of a werewolf, Fenrir Greyback to be exact, making he, himself one as well. Not everyone lives through the bite of a werewolf, and being as Remus was only a small child when he received his, made it particularly hard for him to recover. He was placed in St. Mungo’s Hospital under critical care for several weeks. No longer would he feel the happy-go-lucky smile across his face as he had as a child. He now had to cope with the conditions that lycanthropy had forced upon him. Each month for three nights, his parents were force to lock him in the cellar. No matter how many howls came from him, no matter how much his paws scratched at the door, they were not to let him out.
Things hardly seemed to brighten at the prospect of being accepted to attend Hogwarts. Remus, at first, was overjoyed at the prospect. Maybe it was finally a way to escape his life at home, which had grown drastically worse over the years, with his worrisome mother that hardly ever let him out of the house. But realization soon hit him over the numerous pep talks and precautions that would have to endure for the next 7 years of his life. Though still, despite the new rules that would be in place for him, and the amount of work that Hogwarts was going through to ensure that he made it to Hogwarts, Remus couldn’t help but hold onto that fleeting moment of freedom.
He soon discovered that Hogwarts was brilliant plan. He hadn’t much expected to make many friends among his fellow students, but almost instantly he hit it off with 3 boys that had been sorted into his own house, Gryffindor. They were the best mates Remus could have ever hoped for, and just knowing that they were there made the time between waiting for each full moon much more endurable. They formed their own secret society of which they were the only members of. They call themselves the Marauders. Unannounced to Remus though, his fellow Marauders, soon discovered of his affliction during their third year, and began to plan ways to accompany Remus during his transformations. During his fifth year, also the year he was announced as a Gryffindor prefect, the other Marauders mastered the difficult and complex magic of transforming themselves into animigi. Remus was glad to have them accompany him each month; hardly aware of any danger he might have been putting them in. He even seemed to be able to keep a small piece of his mind when they were around. Now they would even begin to gallivant along the grounds surrounding Hogsmeade, the others feeling more than confident that they could control Remus during his transformation.
Family History: Remus was raised in a wizarding house hold. Both his parents seem to embrace their heritage and therefore wished for Remus to do the same. His parents seemed pretty well off with Remus. They had only ever wanted one child to take with, and Remus seemed the perfect one, he was reasonably obedient as far as children under the age of 5 go, and he had hardly ever cried as a baby. He had already showed the potential of having a bright and honorable future. One that would bring years of pride and joy for his parents, but all this had to change.
Relationships: Remus, though he has never had a girlfriend before, has some of the greatest mates a boy could ask for. The Marauders, who consisted of James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and well… himself, had always been their for him. They seemed to know exactly what was best for him. Once they had found out of Remus’ affliction, they worked, for the better part of three years mind you, to learn how to transform into animigi so that they might accompany Remus each month during his transformation.
For the most part, Remus spends most of his time with the other Marauders. The only other person among his peers that he has found similarities with was a young prefect girl that he had met in Hogwarts, Lily Evans. Of course it was only a friendly relationship. His best mate James had taken a fancy to her however and always persuaded him to try and put in a good word for him. Maybe his efforts had been worth while, for now they are dating and James is only waiting for the right time to pop the question.
Nothing about Remus ever really made him stand out, except for the occasional scars and bruises that appeared on his face, but usually those only brought strange stares, stares that Remus still hadn’t gotten used too. Therefore though, Remus hadn’t made many good friends among his peers, let alone being noticed by any girls. He’s never had the coolness that James and Sirius seem to possess when it comes to the lady type. He finds that stuttering and fleeing has always been his best choice of actions. Who would want a werewolf anyways?
He wouldn’t really know what to do with himself if he had a girlfriend, or anyone such like that for that matter. Remus is in fact bisexual, he just hasn’t admitted it to anyone as of yet, or himself for that matter. When it comes down to it though he’d much rather choose a girl over a guy.
What made them who they are today: The loyal support of his mates. Through thick and thin they have always been there for him, whether it be through one of his terrifying transformations, or just to cheer him up when he’s blue.
Sample post:
Remus felt himself being helped into a chair. The journey to the Shack had been a bit of a blur, it always was. He had taken the narrow tunnel so many times that his body seemed to go into an instantaneous autopilot. His hands unconsciously reached down to his waste and felt for his belt buckle. Madam Pomfrey, who always accompanied him down to the Shack, helped him pull his robes off over his head. She pulled off his shoes and picked up his pants after Remus had pulled them down to his ankles and kicked them. He had no energy to feel embarrassed sitting their in just his boxers in front of the healer.
“I’ll be back in the morning to collect you,” she told him. It sounded as though they would be going on a trip, Remus knew better though. She folded his clothes and tucked them under her arm. She would leave them at the foot of the trap door so that Remus could get to them in them once he woke. She began to decent the ladder down to tunnel again, but stopped for a moment to look back at Remus. “Good luck then.” These must have been the most discomforting words Remus had ever heard, but Madam Pomfrey always left them with him, and he hadn’t the heart to tell her not to.
His eyes strayed to the window, hoping for some miraculous reason, the boards that boarded it would fly off, giving him a perfect view the quiet town bellow. What time was it? Would the Marauders be coming soon? It wasn’t time for his transformation yet though. He could still see streaks of sunlight through the ply wood on the windows.
The drapes covering them were tattered and torn, as was everything else in the room. There didn’t seem to be a single piece of furniture in the room that was wasn’t broken or at least had a few spring sticking out of it by now, apart from the chair Remus was in. Even that was only because Madam Pomfrey had fixed it up before she had set him down in it. The walls creaked as though they were alive and trying to tell Remus something but he just couldn’t understand.
Confident that Madam Pomfrey wasn’t coming back for anything, Remus finally took off his boxers and carelessly threw them to his side, dragging a blanket over himself that had been sitting on a three legged table next to him. The cold drifted over his body and he wrapped the blanket tighter around himself, but this in no way made him to want his transformation to come any sooner. He’d rather have died right there from the cold than to have to transform one more time. But that wasn’t a choice… he wasn’t to give up. He never had before; it seemed foolish to do so now. His eyes were still on the window but they only refocused when he noticed that the streaks of light were flickering away and a familiar commotion came from under the house several feet in front of him.
“Move faster Prongs!” Sirius yelled.
“Get off my ass Padfoot!” James retorted.
“I’m behind Wormtail!”
“Sorry,” came a weaker voice.
Before anything else could be said, the trap door burst open, and there, through the dust stood his three best mates. Remus smiled, it was a weak smile, but a smile non-the-less.
“Almost that time again...” Sirius concluded rather pigheadedly. “Well just tell us before… you know, so we can change in time.”
James gave him an annoyed glare but ignored the statement. “How you doing Moons?”
“Fine,” Remus lied. James and Sirius knew it was a lie, but knew he could do no better. “A couple more minutes then,” he told. He could already feel the wolf inside his mind clawing to get out. Soon it would be clawing at his body to take over. James made himself as comfortable as he could get in a chair across the room. The chair was missing a leg and tilted backwards, but James didn’t seem to care. Sirius stood in the middle of the room, shuffling his feet about broadly and Peter had barely moved away from the trap door I the floor.
All too suddenly Remus felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and he lurched over himself in his chair. He could hardly get a word out to tell the others but he figured they would just assume as much. His whole body erupted in pain as bones broke, shifted and reformed. He felt his mind drifting away from him, but he struggled to hold onto it, as he always did. Suddenly the cold breeze that had come over him before felt refreshing under the blanket of fur that now covered his body. A loud howl pushed its way up Remus’ throat and out of his mouth. His organs lifted inside of his body to make way for the mending bones and settled back down as soon as they had finished.
Remus was now gone and in his place stood Moony, the werewolf. He looked up to find his three friends standing before him, but now in the shape of a stag, a black dog, and a rat. Another playful howl escaped his muzzle.
Other sites you're on: A kajillion!
Yesterday is Dead and Over
Warped Wonderings
The Chosen Eight
Mischief Managed
Years At Hand
Forgotten Memories
Those are the most recent and current ones.
And finally, what was the name of Kayla's first pet? Jojo!
