Post by Remus Lupin on Sept 1, 2007 16:50:38 GMT -5
Student Information
Full Name: Remus John Lupin
Age: 16, about to be 17
Year: 6
House: Gryffindor
Appearance Description: ((Matthew Macfadyen)) Long dark hair, rather handsome. Gray eyes. Slender, a bit muscular. Rather haggard when close to the full moon.
Biography (at least two para): Born March 10th, 1960, Remus' life was forever changed when, as a young boy, he was bitten by Fenrir Greyback and infected with lycanthropy. Having struggled with the condition for years, Remus worried that it would hold him back, ostracize him. But Albus Dumbledore showed him kindness, deeming that he would be allowed to come to Hogwarts if certain allowances were made.
Remus instantly fell in with Sirius Black and James Potter in his first year, and of course was trailed by the constant annoyance of Peter Pettigrew. By their second year of Hogwarts, the boys had realized Lupin's true nature, and rather than exiling him, they embraced it-- and even learned how to become Animagi during their fifth year, just to keep him company on his monthly... "excursions."
Remus' family has never been truly at ease with his condition, with his father being slightly ashamed and his mother continually referring to his monthly transformations as "outings."
Though Lupin is often regarded as the serious one out of his friends, he quite enjoys mischief once pulled into it. He still tends to serve as the voice of reason, but he has been known to let his friends slide on the disciplinary end. Remus is truly loyal and a great friend, and will likely remain so to the end of his days.
RP Example: ((kind of long but from a RENT rp... some drama and language))
He hadn't had much faith throughout his life, but his wanderings brought him to the church. He didn't know what to do with himself. Holly was in Bay Shore, with Jimmy, who'd wanted to watch over her. But Micah wanted that too, so badly. He loved her, wanted to protect her.
But did she love him? He didn't know. They'd both said a lot of things to each other.
"... There's no one else I know that understands how I feel. There's no one but you."
"Please don't do this..."
Micah sat in one of the pews in the church, leaning his elbows on his knees and putting his head in his hands. That was the last thing she'd said to him. She'd gotten out of the car, walked away, had gone home and almost tried to kill herself.
Almost unwillingly, he found himself thinking of Erica. He couldn't lose Holly like he'd lost her.
"Erica, where the hell have you been?"
Erica Langdon looked up at her fiance as she came through the door of their apartment, wincing as she saw the anger on his face. Damn. She'd been hoping he'd be asleep by now.
"I've been out," she said quietly. "Therese took me out."
Micah came to stand in front of her, surveying the outfit she was wearing. It was the middle of summer, almost a hunded degrees outside, and she was dressed entirely in black, long sleeves and pants. "What the fuck have you been doing." It wasn't a question.
It wasn't the first time they'd fought over this. It wasn't the first time he'd interrogated her about where she'd went.
"Nothing!" Erica yelled. "I haven't been doing anything!"
"Yeah? Then why is it that when I pick up the phone, the person on the other end hangs up? Why is it that you won't let me look at you anymore? Why is it that you missed our FUCKING ANNIVERSARY?!"
She hadn't even realized. "Oh, God... oh, God, Micah, I'm..."
He turned away, and said, his voice flat, "Don't. Just don't."
She'd been using even then. Therese was the friend who'd gotten her started; the clothes had been to hide her track marks; the phone calls from her dealer. It had been two years since they'd started dating, a year since they'd gotten engaged, and she was using. What, he remembered thinking after finding out about her death, had been so bad in her life that she'd needed smack to make up for it?
Micah breathed in, shutting his eyes tightly, trying to fight the tears. Why was he remembering all this now?
"Mr. Sellers?"
Micah tried to figure out who could possibly be calling at this hour; it was nearly three AM. "Yes, that's me," he managed, trying not to yawn.
"Mr. Sellers, this is Detective Brown of the local P.D. We need you to come down to the hospital."
Micah was immediately awake. "What is it? What's wrong?"
The detective on the other end took a breath. "You're listed as Erica Langdon's next of kin, am I correct?"
"Yes. Yes, I'm her fiance. Is something wrong?"
"We... we need you to identify her body, sir."
He broke about seven traffic laws driving to the hospital, looked like hell as he tore into the E.R., as Det. Brown led him down to the morgue and pulled back the sheet covering her body. The blood had been cleaned, but she was so pale, so cold. It was Erica. Erica...
"That's-- that's her," he managed, then collapsed to the floor and vomited.
He couldn't lose Holly. He couldn't lose Holly like he'd lost Erica. That was the one thought repeating itself over and over in his mind. He needed her.
He looked up, his face streaked with tears, and whispered, "God, help me..."
He left.
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RPer Description
Name: Tracy, but please just call me Trai
Age: 16. 17 in January.
Favorite HP Book: Prisoner of Azkaban, but DH is up there too. No one can replace Sirius and Lupin in my mind, and PoA had both
Anything Else?: Hi, I'm Trai and I live in New York. I've been into HP since I was in third grade; I was the first in my class to read them, and after that my whole class started reading them I fell in love with the world and I truly consider JK to be my hero-- anyone who can get published with her life story is truly an amazing person. She's been a HUGE influence in my own writing; I write a sort of HP/X-Men world with gifted kids.
My favorite book is To Kill a Mockingbird, my favorite movie is The Princess Bride, my favorite band is the Killers, and my favorite TV Show is Grey's Anatomy; if you know me you know this. I love to write, I love to read, I love RENT. I write fanfiction and for some reason I take praise from strangers seriously but not from my own friends. Go figure. Lily makes fun of me because I made Matt Macfadyen Lupin... all right, so I have a Darcy fixation. Shut up. Jane Austen RULES. (And she's JK Rowling's favorite author. So there.)
I recently dyed my hair red. I'm writing a sequel to my RENT fanfic and it's ruling my life because my reviewers are rabid and nag me until I put up my next chapter School has a tendency to rule my life; I'm going to try to stay active during the school year but with my mom that might not happen.
So, if there's anything you'd like to know, ask!
Full Name: Remus John Lupin
Age: 16, about to be 17
Year: 6
House: Gryffindor
Appearance Description: ((Matthew Macfadyen)) Long dark hair, rather handsome. Gray eyes. Slender, a bit muscular. Rather haggard when close to the full moon.
Biography (at least two para): Born March 10th, 1960, Remus' life was forever changed when, as a young boy, he was bitten by Fenrir Greyback and infected with lycanthropy. Having struggled with the condition for years, Remus worried that it would hold him back, ostracize him. But Albus Dumbledore showed him kindness, deeming that he would be allowed to come to Hogwarts if certain allowances were made.
Remus instantly fell in with Sirius Black and James Potter in his first year, and of course was trailed by the constant annoyance of Peter Pettigrew. By their second year of Hogwarts, the boys had realized Lupin's true nature, and rather than exiling him, they embraced it-- and even learned how to become Animagi during their fifth year, just to keep him company on his monthly... "excursions."
Remus' family has never been truly at ease with his condition, with his father being slightly ashamed and his mother continually referring to his monthly transformations as "outings."
Though Lupin is often regarded as the serious one out of his friends, he quite enjoys mischief once pulled into it. He still tends to serve as the voice of reason, but he has been known to let his friends slide on the disciplinary end. Remus is truly loyal and a great friend, and will likely remain so to the end of his days.
RP Example: ((kind of long but from a RENT rp... some drama and language))
He hadn't had much faith throughout his life, but his wanderings brought him to the church. He didn't know what to do with himself. Holly was in Bay Shore, with Jimmy, who'd wanted to watch over her. But Micah wanted that too, so badly. He loved her, wanted to protect her.
But did she love him? He didn't know. They'd both said a lot of things to each other.
"... There's no one else I know that understands how I feel. There's no one but you."
"Please don't do this..."
Micah sat in one of the pews in the church, leaning his elbows on his knees and putting his head in his hands. That was the last thing she'd said to him. She'd gotten out of the car, walked away, had gone home and almost tried to kill herself.
Almost unwillingly, he found himself thinking of Erica. He couldn't lose Holly like he'd lost her.
"Erica, where the hell have you been?"
Erica Langdon looked up at her fiance as she came through the door of their apartment, wincing as she saw the anger on his face. Damn. She'd been hoping he'd be asleep by now.
"I've been out," she said quietly. "Therese took me out."
Micah came to stand in front of her, surveying the outfit she was wearing. It was the middle of summer, almost a hunded degrees outside, and she was dressed entirely in black, long sleeves and pants. "What the fuck have you been doing." It wasn't a question.
It wasn't the first time they'd fought over this. It wasn't the first time he'd interrogated her about where she'd went.
"Nothing!" Erica yelled. "I haven't been doing anything!"
"Yeah? Then why is it that when I pick up the phone, the person on the other end hangs up? Why is it that you won't let me look at you anymore? Why is it that you missed our FUCKING ANNIVERSARY?!"
She hadn't even realized. "Oh, God... oh, God, Micah, I'm..."
He turned away, and said, his voice flat, "Don't. Just don't."
She'd been using even then. Therese was the friend who'd gotten her started; the clothes had been to hide her track marks; the phone calls from her dealer. It had been two years since they'd started dating, a year since they'd gotten engaged, and she was using. What, he remembered thinking after finding out about her death, had been so bad in her life that she'd needed smack to make up for it?
Micah breathed in, shutting his eyes tightly, trying to fight the tears. Why was he remembering all this now?
"Mr. Sellers?"
Micah tried to figure out who could possibly be calling at this hour; it was nearly three AM. "Yes, that's me," he managed, trying not to yawn.
"Mr. Sellers, this is Detective Brown of the local P.D. We need you to come down to the hospital."
Micah was immediately awake. "What is it? What's wrong?"
The detective on the other end took a breath. "You're listed as Erica Langdon's next of kin, am I correct?"
"Yes. Yes, I'm her fiance. Is something wrong?"
"We... we need you to identify her body, sir."
He broke about seven traffic laws driving to the hospital, looked like hell as he tore into the E.R., as Det. Brown led him down to the morgue and pulled back the sheet covering her body. The blood had been cleaned, but she was so pale, so cold. It was Erica. Erica...
"That's-- that's her," he managed, then collapsed to the floor and vomited.
He couldn't lose Holly. He couldn't lose Holly like he'd lost Erica. That was the one thought repeating itself over and over in his mind. He needed her.
He looked up, his face streaked with tears, and whispered, "God, help me..."
He left.
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*OPTIONAL*
RPer Description
Name: Tracy, but please just call me Trai
Age: 16. 17 in January.
Favorite HP Book: Prisoner of Azkaban, but DH is up there too. No one can replace Sirius and Lupin in my mind, and PoA had both
Anything Else?: Hi, I'm Trai and I live in New York. I've been into HP since I was in third grade; I was the first in my class to read them, and after that my whole class started reading them I fell in love with the world and I truly consider JK to be my hero-- anyone who can get published with her life story is truly an amazing person. She's been a HUGE influence in my own writing; I write a sort of HP/X-Men world with gifted kids.
My favorite book is To Kill a Mockingbird, my favorite movie is The Princess Bride, my favorite band is the Killers, and my favorite TV Show is Grey's Anatomy; if you know me you know this. I love to write, I love to read, I love RENT. I write fanfiction and for some reason I take praise from strangers seriously but not from my own friends. Go figure. Lily makes fun of me because I made Matt Macfadyen Lupin... all right, so I have a Darcy fixation. Shut up. Jane Austen RULES. (And she's JK Rowling's favorite author. So there.)
I recently dyed my hair red. I'm writing a sequel to my RENT fanfic and it's ruling my life because my reviewers are rabid and nag me until I put up my next chapter School has a tendency to rule my life; I'm going to try to stay active during the school year but with my mom that might not happen.
So, if there's anything you'd like to know, ask!