Post by camron on Nov 16, 2008 14:59:20 GMT -5
Remus John Lupin
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Name/Alias: Camron, Nunda
Age: …
RP Experience: About two years
How Did You Found Us: Advert on Mischief Managed
How Much Time Do You Plan To Spend Here Per Week: As much as I can
Other Characters: None
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Character's Full Name: Remus John Lupin
Nicknames: Moony, Remmy, Lupin
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Canon or Original: Canon
House: Gryffindor
Birthday: March 10th
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Half Blood
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Play By: Alex Pettyfer
Appearance:Remus is a quietly handsome young man. He doesn’t show off his good looks as much as he could, but he goes for the pleasant features rather than the emphasis. He can look slightly scruffy, because he doesn’t come from money at all. He can pull off the look, and he doesn’t have much choice but to do so.
He has blonde hair, but it is dirty blonde. Underneath it looks as if is natural colour is a light brown, but the top looks blonde. But, he was born like this. He’s always had the different layers of colour in his hair, even from when he was very, very young. It is much lighter in the summer, when it is bleached by the sunlight. In the winter, his hair is almost all one colour, the light brown. It’s in summer that his hair becomes layered with different shades.
His general looks are something quick that he can change into. He doesn’t tend to buy the newest or latest fashion, he has his own fashion. This is simply jeans and the first shirt he can buy. It’s practical, like him. He doesn’t have the patients to try on too many different ‘costumes’ so he sticks to one. He has qualms about asking to borrow, as it seems like charity to him, but never mind. He can pull off the look.
He is a tall, slim figurine. It’s not that he keeps himself thin through rigorous effort; it is that he is constantly stressed. He is active in his lifestyle, but usually this is by accident. He keeps off the pounds easily, resulting in his slim figure and his high, defined cheekbones. He looks like a traditional growing young man should, and he is still growing. He’s tall for his age of seventeen. He’ll be six foot by the time he’s fully grown, being five foot ten at the moment/ He’s growing into his musculature and physique.
He does look slightly unhealthy if looked at too closely, but he doesn’t let this happen too often. He tends to have a cycle of paleness going throughout the month. He looks much, much paler nearer the full moon, looking much better earlier on in the moons cycle. He looks almost permanently tired, and he is, but he hides it well from those around him, except the Marauders.
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Likes: • Reading
• Work
• The Marauders
• The sunlight
• Clouds
• Those who don’t judge him
• Toffee
• Taking his mind off
Dislike:
• The Full Moon
• Quidditch, Flying
• Shrieking Shack
• Those who Judge
• Annoyance at any times
• Dementors
Strengths:
• Not Judging
• Taking people seriously
• Spell casting
Weaknesses:
• The Full Moon
• Control during the full moon
• Communication with those who are not Marauders
Boggart:
• The Full Moon
Patronus: Swan, loyal until they die [This could be wrong, but I can’t find anywhere that tells you if he has one, and I didn’t think it was a wolf, since that’s Tonks’]
Personality: Remus has always been a rather detached soul. He was quiet as a child, being told to keep everything a secret. He did this by not talking at all. His parent’s stress did not help, he was very distant, never interacting with anyone unless he had to. He spent his time reading or trying to understand anything he could, from Trigonometry to the reason for omens. It took up a lot of his time. He was never social even within his family. He preferred to keep to himself, being quiet. Even at Hogwarts he was quiet and extremely hardworking. His teachers were impressed with him, but he didn’t do it for them, he did it for himself. He had nothing else to do.
He is still quiet, but much less detached. He doesn’t try to ignore anyone that tries to talk to him, he involves himself in any conversation the Marauders may be having. He’s not very social outside of the marauders and Lily. He’s much more confident, and he will carry on a conversation that he started with him if he finds it particually interesting, but he won’t usually start one unless he has to. With the Marauders he can be seen to be very social, laughing along with James and Sirius, but alone he is much quieter.
He can get very nervous about letting anyone get close. It took him a long time to tell the Marauders about where he went once a month. He’s very insecure about his inner werewolf, preferring to keep everyone at a distance, not that Sirius or James were going to allow him to do that. For himself, he’s very loyal to all the Marauders. Even he, who followed rules all his life, would break every rule if they were in trouble.
He’s very intelligent, if quietly so. He doesn’t sport it as something he is very proud of, but he does use it against others. He’s learnt the use of sarcasm through his years with the Marauders, but still doesn’t use it as much as Sirius or James. He does laugh a lot, and can find the bright side in many things, but he doesn’t see the point a lot of the time.
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Father: John Lupin
Mother: Evelyn Bell
Siblings: None
Other Family: None
History: Remus was born to John Lupin and Evelyn Bell. John and Evelyn had been married for six years before Remus was born. He had no siblings born before or after him and as an only child, he got a lot of attention from both of his parents. He was given every chance that his parents could give him. Letting him explore, giving him the freedom, even at a young age. They wanted him to grow up to be an independent young man. They didn’t exactly presume what was really going to happen.
At a young age he’d been wandering on his own. He wasn’t two streets from his house and there was a large park just there. He could hear his mother calling and decided to turn back. He knew the park well. He turned back, going along the path he had come. Odd for the time of year it was, the park was empty. There was no sounds of the birds in the trees and no dog walking taking their Labradors through the park. Young Remus felt nothing of this and just carried on through the darkened park. The lights were still on and he just walked, there was nothing to bother him. It wasn’t a while before he couldn’t hear his mother any more. Confused now, Remus made his way around towards the house. At the edge of the park he found his mother, hidden in the shadow of the horrible sight of Fenrir Greyback. Obvious, Remus knew nothing of this huge werewolf. He just made his way towards his mother. Greyback leapt, crossing the distance between them. Evelyn was knocked violently out of the way and Remus was left in harms way. He remembered little of that night.
He was not told anything whilst he was healing. He was simply told to rest and he’d be told later. He was not told, ever. He was left in the darkness of the pain of the night. His wounds healed, as did Evelyn’s. He didn’t understand when locks and barriers were placed on his bedroom until the full moon came. Then he’d never forget. He stayed confined to his room and if not there, his house. He felt a danger to anyone else, and he didn’t wish to be. He stayed in and let the world pass. He self-taught. Letting information come to him in the form of writing. He didn’t want to put anyone in danger, and was incredibly obedient as sons went. He did exactly as he was told, nothing more, nothing less.
The letter from Hogwarts was a surprise, since the Lupin’s didn’t believe that they would want a werewolf. He was also sent a message telling him to meet with Dumbledore to discuss his future. It took four meetings to have everything decided. The Whomping Willow, a fantastic invention of magic. Because he was given this chance, that not many others would get, Remus made it his job to excel. Which he did. He used his intelligence and commitment to his benefit, making sure his scores were steady and high. Sirius and James really changed his perspective. They made him come of his shell in a big way. He talked more, not letting on about the werewolf, but in other ways, he was very open with them. Becoming animagi was something he had not expected. In many ways he was grateful to them all, very grateful, but he still worries that he will harm one of them without meaning to. He didn’t know how he could live with himself if one of them was hurt.
His seventh year has come up, and he’s looking forward to getting back to working world.
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RP Sample:Cold and wet, Ilandra watched the rain. Futile attempts to escape the downpour were being made by students was enjoyable to watch. The faster they tried to run in the rain, the more likely they were to fall over, and then they'd just get even wetter than they were. Which, of course, was what they were trying to avoid. She gave a sligh half-smile, her pale eyes glittering. They would be much more sensible to take a bit of cover and use it as an excuse. Whatever they were hurrying to could wait until the rain stopped, couldn't it. What would be so important? She couldn't think of anything, at least anything that was remotely important enough. Commitments just cast you down. Hold you until you can't think of anything else. That's why she really kept none. She had her family. Her sister, Sophie, and her brother, Jackel. However Sophie was happily married with two children of her own, whilst Jackel was getting married. Married to someone of which Ilandra heartily dissaproved. She was more of a controler than a fionce. Jackel had given in too easily to her, Ilandra thougth she was the only one who had spotted this. Just something about her unnerved the young harpist.
Ilandra looked over the now almost empty courtyard. It wasn't oftern that you saw the courtyard empty, but it was now. Well it was until her gaze fell upon a solitary figure on a footpath. From the back of her head, Ilandra could recognise her. She had a talent for recognising the back of people's head. Hairstyles changed but somehow people still looked the same. She contemplated walking over, but looking at the weather, it was a hard choice. Still, she couldn't really get any wetter than she already was. The harpist shrugged her shoulders, pulling up the collar of the coat. She had a great many of the long coats. A blue one, a very expensive white one, and a light blue one. She had a few more back at the family home, but she wasn't still sure if they fitted her as well as the others did. Her blonde hair dripped down her back as she walked out into the downpour.
She let her slender legs carried her over to the bench, taking the shortcut across the grass. Her shoes were already wet, so it didn't really matter to her much any more. The seventeen year old harpist stopped infront on the footpath behind Melissa.
"Trying to catch pneumonia?" She asked, shoving her hands into her pockets. She could feel her keys somewhere in the depths of the pockets, but she wouldn't need the keys on there for a while. Her house keys, her bike lock, the local swimming pool/gym and her harp lock. Yes, she had a harp lock, but rarely used it. She didn't see the point in it really. She looked at Melissa, an actress. Not a musician, so Ilandra didn't have a great deal to do with her, unless she was playing for one of the plays. But that wasn't very usual and hadn't happened in her experience of the Hoff, yet.