Post by Remus Lupin on Aug 31, 2006 21:51:46 GMT
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Character Info
Canon or Original?: Cannon
Character Name: Remus John Lupin
Nickname: Moony (But only the Marauders call him that)
Gender: Male
Age/Year: 7th
Sexuality: A-sexual (He still hasn't explored his sexuality)
Birthday: 10 March 1960
House: Gryffindor
Blood: Half-blood
Wand: Fourteen inch Elewood Wand with a Unicorn Tail Hair and a walnut handle. Nice and whippy. An exceptionally good wand for spells.
Broomstick: Silver Arrow (though you'll never catch him flying it...He hates heights and can't fly a broomstick)
Family:
Parents:
Justin Andrew Lupin - father (wizard)
Jane Mary (Taylor) Lupin- Mother (muggle)
Father’s side Grandparents:
John Dustin Lupin - (Deceased)
Gabrielle (Evander) Lupin - (Deceased)
Mother’s Side Grandparents:
Remus Bastion Taylor - (Deceased)
Rosemary May (Withers) Taylor - (Deceased.)
MEMORY
Fenrir had left the school just before the evening came, disapparating just inside the forest. It was his 7th and final year at the school; but none of this mattered to Fenrir. He wanted to satisfy the beast tonight.
He was not going to let Headmaster Dippett lock him in the cell again.
He apparated to just outside of a cosy town where he watched a young boy around the age of 4 kicking a football around. With a small concealed flick of the wand, he veered the ball in his direction, stopping it with his foot. He knew who this boy was, and he was the reason Fenrir was here.
The boy's father had been foolish enough to insult the Dark Lord; so now the boy would pay or his father's actions.
"Excuse me." The young boy called as Fenrir stopped the ball with his foot, standing silently as he observed the boy running towards him.
"I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't hit you." The boy apologised as he approached Fenrir, stopping and chewing nervously on his bottom lip as he saw the nasty smile on Fenrir's face. "Can... Can I have my ball back... please?"
Fernir's smile turned into a feral grin and he pushed the ball around on the grass under his foot. He could feel the pain inside of him warning him of the oncoming transformation, though only a slight grimace was all that showed on his savage features. "You want this?" He asked, nodding at the ball and giving him a challenging look as the young boy nodded in response. "Then come and get it."
As the boy moved forward, Fenrir grabbed his stomach, falling to the ground and curling up in a ball and moaning from pain.
The boy let out a startled cry, dropping to his knees beside Fenrir, the ball forgotten for now. "Are you alright? Do you want me to get my mum?" The boy asked desperately, casting a quick glance over his shoulder in hopes that someone else was nearby. But his mother was inside preparing dinner.
Fenrir used all his strength and what was left of his own mind to grab for the boy as his attention was diverted, his grip tight on the younger boy's wrist. Almost immediately coarse fur started to grow down his body, covering his skin in a silver/grey colouring. Then his clothes ripped as his physical frame began to adjust. His bones and ligaments began to creak, pop and crackle as they bent and reshaped themselves. It started at his feet, that awful stretching as his ankle moved away from his toes. His toes grew longer and his talons pushed out behind his toenails. His legs continued to reshape themselves, muscles moving under his skin, bones strengthening and his pelvis adjusting itself to carry his new shape.
The boy could do nothing but scream and fight to get free as he found himself pinned underneath the transforming werewolf.
Fenrir let out a slight moan and his spine lengthened into a tail, worming itself into existence between his legs. The change continued up his chest, new muscles rippling under the skin, up to his shoulders. At this stage, his arms did not change much. They stayed similar to a human, bones thickened, they grew stronger and his hands became slightly less functional as another set of talons protruded from his finger tips.
For a moment, all was still, then tendons began to grow around his neck. He opened his mouth and let out a howl as his teeth pushed themselves out, drawing his mouth and nose into a muzzle.
Fangs pushed their way through his gums and another howl escaped his lips. This time somewhat deeper and more reverberating than the first. His ears slid up towards the top of his head and his eyes faded to a very inhuman grey colour. A deep growl rumbled up from his chest and his lips pulled back into a snarl, his eyes becoming red. Slowly he rose to his feet, snarling and snapping at the boy as he started to scramble backwards, a terrified look on his face.
As the boy made to run, the werewolf's agility turned the beast on him, saliva dripping from his long canines as his predatory eyes locked onto the boy in front of him. With a swift movement, the werewolf lunged for the fleeing boy, pinning him once again and sinking his long canines into the boy's shoulder, tearing the flesh away and lapping greedily at the wound as his talons ripped and clawed at his prey.
"REMUS!"
The werewolf looked up as the woman's voice screamed out her son's name, his eyes narrowing on her. He left the injured boy and charged for the woman; but never reached her as blinding pain shot through his head. The werewolf fell to the ground as consciousness swiftly left him.
Family History:
Known as "Moony" to his school friends, Remus (a half-blood) started Hogwarts the same year as his best friends Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Petigrew. But Remus had a secret. At a young age, Remus was bitten by a werewolf and became one himself. He later discovered the werewolf responsible was named Fenir Greyback. At first he thought the poor man had no control over what he'd done, but he later discovered Fenir's loyalties lied with Voldemort and Greyback specialized in children. He had intentionally positioned himself to attack him because of some unknown offense his father had made. As a Child/Teen, he was quite dangerous to humans when he transformed. His parents were quite sure this condition meant that he would not be able to receive a proper Wizarding education at Hogwarts. Dumbledore, however, found a way.
Headmaster Dumbledore made special arrangements to hide his condition (which included the planting of the Whomping Willow and setting up the Shrieking Shack) so he could attend school. His plans provided a safe place where young Remus could transform and remain until the transformation wore off. Then he would return to school and participate in studies like any other student.
Character History:
Personality:
Remus does like to be liked. He has been disliked so often that he is always so pleased to have friends. Because of this, even though he will not actively be involved in taunting and pranking on Severus Snape, he does not tell James and Sirius to stop. He is scared that he would lose their friendship, and if that happened... Well, he did not want to think about it. He does tend to be quiet and rather shy, keeping his opinions to himself (unless he is speaking openly with his fellow Marauders and his input is not only appreciated; but needed). While he does not often get involved in Sirius' and James' pranks, he has been the brains behind quite a few of them. He is a calm boy. It takes a lot to get him to rise to anger or frustration. No matter how rude to him someone is, he always finds the good in them, for he believes there is good in everyone (even Severus Snape). He is very intelligent and loves to read. Even though James and Sirius are also intelligent, they pay little attention in class, often leading to them copying his notes and homework.
But three nights a month when the moon is full, Remus is quite the opposite. He is savage and dangerous and insane. He cannot help it though. He cannot stop the transformations that change him from boy to monster every full moon.
Appearance:
Remus often looks ill and exhausted, especially around the week before and after the full moon. At fourteen his hair already has some grey flecks in it. He does try to keep it looking neat in appearance, unlike his friend James who likes his hair messed, and often ruffles Remus' hair to the affect of making Remus' hair look almost as wild and unkept as his. His eyes are hazel in colour, though they could almost be called grey. He is skinny and looks like he could certainly do with a good feed. Remus doesn't eat much, except for the day after the full moon, when he becomes almost ravenous (unlike Sirius, who always seems to be eating something). His clothes are old and tattered. His parents could not afford anything fancy for him; but he is comfortable in them. They are casual and non-constricting. At Hogwarts he is often seen wearing his extremely shabby wizard's robes that have been darned in several places.
Defining Marks: Varies scars from transformations.
Quirks/Habits: Chews on his tongue when concentrating.
Hobbies/Interests: Reading.
Weaknesses: He's too kind, wanting to be friends with people, because friendship and being accepted is important to him.
Fears: The full moon, silver. His biggest fear is that he might kill - or worse - bite and infect someone with Lycanthropy while in werewolf form.
Defining Marks: Varies scars from transformations.
Dress Style: Casual, non-constricting clothing. Tattered old clothes. Nothing fancy.
Quirks/Habits: Chews on his tongue when concentrating.
Hobbies/Interests: Reading.
Remus Lupin is normally quiet, though he has his moments.
Especially the week leading up to the full moon.
That is when he can get quite angry and nasty, instead of his usual mild self.
Why the full moon?
Well, it all started when Remus was only a small boy of 4.
He was a happy boy and his parents were always so proud of him and loved him dearly.
All of that was about to change...
His mother was inside cooking dinner as he played outside with a football.
It was becoming dark as the sun was going down and the moon was at its fullest in the sky.
Neither of them paid any attention to the moon this night... They had no reason to...
It happened so fast.
All Remus can remember is a flash of teeth and silver fur as he was thrown to the ground as something big and heavy pounced on him. His screams rang out as teeth met flesh...a pain he would remember for a long time...Yet mild for what he would suffer later. His mother had managed to chase it off, or maybe it left...Remus doesn't know...He doesn't remember.
They never spoke about what really happened that night again.
Before the next day Remus was feverish. The curse taking hold of him as soon as the werewolf's saliva had entered his system. There was nothing that could be done to help him.
His father felt guilty for what had happened, not wanting to see his son.
His mother still loved him and wouldn't allow such a thing to happen. Thus ending a once happy marraige...His father leaving the next day. Remus has never seen him since.
His mother had locked him in the shed that night as the curse took over, painfully changing him from boy to beast. Remus was locked in the shed every full moon after that. Until a letter was received from the school of Hogwarts.
Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster of the school, assured Remus' mother that every step had been taken to allow Remus to go to the Wizarding School, with the right measures taken to ensure the other students and Remus were safe.
Thus the Whomping Willow was planted on the school grounds that year...Hiding a secret passage that would lead to the Shrieking Shack...A place already deemed as haunted...So it was the perfect place for a young Werewolf to spend the full moon, without the risk of anyone entering the shack when his screams could be heard during a transformation. This was just put down to the ghosts returning to the shack once more.
At first Remus was wary of the other students...Finding it hard to make friends. He was soon accepted by a hyper boy by the name of Sirius Black, who welcomed him into his 'gang'...which they later called 'the Marauders'.
Sirius found out about Remus by a daring attempt to see where he went once a month and why Remus was always watching the moons cycles. This almost cost Sirius his life. But, by a strange twist of fate, it brought the two boys closer together. Sirius had nicknamed Remus 'Moony' from that night on. Sirius and his friend James Potter...plus a boy that was regarded somewhat of a nuisence more then a friend...Peter Pettigrew...decided to become Animagi to keep Remus company on a full moon.
Remus soon repaid Sirius with the nickname 'Padfoot', which he found fitting for the big black dog his friend would change into. James was nicknamed 'Prongs', for the stag he changed into...Peter was 'Wormtail' for the rat he became.
Remus' favourite subject is Defence Against the Dark Arts...which he is very good at too.
His least favourite subject is potions.
One Word: Friendly
Likes: Most things; but mostly chocolate
Dislikes: Those who look down on others
Roleplay Sample:
(This rp takes place in Remus' adult years at the end of Harry's 6th year.)
It was snowing when he had looked out of the window and saw the familiar figure of the black dog. He put his hand on the window and saw the hairy paw of Moony instead of the pinkish flesh of his hand. He opened his mouth to yell, but the only sound he made was the baying of a wolf. He looked around the room frantically. It was filled with sleeping students. Students that he feared he would attack if he stayed there.
He clawed at the latch on the window desperately, trying to get out; but it wouldn't budge. With a howl of frustration, he threw himself against the window, shattering the glass as he lunged out of it, plummetting towards the white ground below. The small figure of Padfoot became larger as the werewolf fell helplessly towards the ground.
The last thing he saw was the horror stricken face of Sirius as the animagus transformed back into human form, fumbling desperately for his wand...
Remus woke with a start, his body drenched in sweat and his breath coming out in quick bursts. Sitting up he realised it was only a dream. Another dream. He'd been having them a lot lately, ever since Albus Dumbledore died. Remus missed him. There was no doubt about it. Albus had been like a father, a mentor, and a friend. He dabbed at his face with a towel that was hanging over a chair near his bed and stood up, throwing his clothes on quickly. They were tattered and old; but they were comfortable. That's all that mattered to Remus.
Slowly making his way downstairs, so as not to wake the sleeping occupants, Remus walked into the living room where he saw Fenrir sitting on the couch and picking at his teeth with a small bone.
"Good morning, Fenrir." He smiled slightly, though inside his stomach churned with hatred towards the werewolf that had attacked Bill Weasley. He stayed pleasant towards the brute though. If he didn't, he knew Fenrir wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Fenrir was his alpha. Remus knew his place, even if he didnt like it.
"Rats." Fenrir muttered, flicking the bone at Remus, who knew better than to try and dodge it as it hit him in the chest. "Never quite satisfying." He slowly stood, stalking over to Remus and circling the other werewolf. "You've been quiet of late, Lupin." He growled, stopping behind Remus and lowering his head to sniff at the younger werewolf's neck. "Tell me, why is that?"
"I have not been feeling well." Remus lied, his body tensing slightly at the brute's breath on his neck. It was not a complete lie. He had felt quite sick since Albus' death; but it was only normal when mourning the loss of someone so special and dear to him. Though to voice that in front of Fenrir Greyback would be foolish.
Fenrir continued to circle Remus as he spoke, stopping in front of him. His movement was quick as the large man suddenly backhanded Remus across the face, giving him a dangerous look. "Don't lie to me, Lupin!." He growled, glaring down at Remus where he had fallen. "I made you, and I can break you just as easily. I'd caution you to remember that."
Remus sat where he had fallen on the ground from the heavy blow, his hand cradling his burning red cheek. "I understand." He said quietly, feeling as big as an ant. God he hated that bloody werewolf.
Fenrir grabbed a fistful of Remus's cloak, lifting the man up to stand and pushed him against the wall with a warning glare. "I'll be keeping a very close eye on you, Lupin." He whispered, a feral smile touching his lips. "If you so much as sneeze, I will know. Understood?" He said, letting go of Remus' cloak when he nodded, his head lowered submissively. Now leave me. I need some time to myself."
Remus took no time leaving the house, before Fenrir changed his mind. Apparating to Hogsmeade, he wandered the streets, keeping his eyes to the ground and his hands in his pockets. This small town somehow comforted him. It was familiar territory. A place he could feel he belonged somehow.
Stopping at the fence that surrounded the Shrieking Shack, he let out a small nostalgic sigh. Yes, even the shack gave him an odd sense of comfort.
Turning, he walked towards the shops, turning his head to look at the towers of Hogwarts Castle that peeked over the tops of the trees in the Forbidden Forest.
Albus had not called him off the assignment before the wizard died; so he had stayed living amongst the werewolves as he continued his task.