Post by FENRIR GREYBACK on Apr 19, 2013 14:41:59 GMT
 fenrir greyback |
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nickname
Nothing that could be used in polite conversation.
age[/i]
72
date of birth[/i]
21st of January 1950
sign[/i]
Aquarius
gender[/i]
WolfWizard
blood status[/i]
Pureblood-Mongrel
sexuality[/i]
Straight
house[/i]
Home Schooled
occupation[/i]
General menace and werewolf army leader
hometown[/i]
Unknown
current residence[/i]
Manchester, England.
wand[/i]
10.5 inches, Rowan, werewolf fur
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physical
[/i][/size][/left]physical appearance[/i]
With a grey, receding hairline Fenrir Greyback is losing his human hair, he has a white/grey beard and dark grey eye brows that are unruly and line his heavy brow. They just sit heavy above his aged brown eyes. Sagging skin shows his years and then some. All those years of changing take a toll on the human body. The benefits of being a werewolf while young were great but in his older age he knows he won't be around much longer, he's reminded of that every time he looks in the mirror.
Fenrir's lips have thinned considerably over the years but his nose is still as hooked as it ever was. He has crooked teeth, never having seen the point of getting them corrected, especially now that he's in his 70's.
Fenrir is still a great height of six foot five inches and weighs a more than most would think and in his werewolf formation he stays the same weight it all just shifts to different area's of his body.
When Fenrir transforms he becomes a majestic great, grey wolf. He's large and dominant and it's the only time he feels like himself any more. He has the classic werewolf traits when he has transformed and no control over himself and that's just the way he likes it. After so long he has learnt to remember most things from his transformations.
play-by[/i]
Christopher Lee
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personality
[/i][/size][/left]likes[/i]
Chocolate, it's a secret passion but a love none the less. Biting small children, get them while they're young and teach them the proper ways. Mating, nothing finer than mating, though these days it's not very often. Strong, aged alcohol because a young drink tastes foul. Young girls, don't go getting the ages of the girls and the drinks mixed up because it might be the last thing you ever do. Being respected, being a werewolf hasn't exactly been the easiest life to live. Commanding people, though it could just be the alpha nature. Rare meat, a little cooked on the outside but still nice and bloody when you cut it open. Batman, because it's fun. Adrenalin rushes, because nothing makes you feel alive better.
dislikes[/i]
Being disregarded or thought of as inhuman just because of the werewolf gene. The werewolf transformations, they still hurt like hell every month. Getting old and ageing quickly, though not every one is going to live forever but it would be nice. Aches and pains, there's just so many to keep up with and meds to go along with them. Parsley, cannot stand the smell. Disobedient children, the Greyback name has meaning and should be upheld and feared. Traitors, who likes traitors really? Photographs because they show your true age to yourself. Reading, not very good at it. Overcooked meat, because it's disgusting and should never happen.
erised[/i]
To find a philosopher's stone and never age or die and to be rich beyond his wildest dreams thanks to the stone.
amortentia[/i]
Human blood. Chocolate. Cinnamon.
boggart[/i]
Being senile, forgetting his name and his life and blending into the background to be another forgotten elderly man.
dementor[/i]
The night he killed his abusive father.
patronus[/i]
Not capable of a patronus, no truly happy memories, just mediocre ones.
overall personality[/i]
Fenrir Greyback is a feared name in the wizarding world an for good reason. Over the years Fenrir has made it his life's job to transform children of his enemies into werewolves and to raise them in his own ways if he can. There are the few exceptions that have gotten away that he is entirely displeased about, some of his own children, three, have been raised by their mothers because he was either too busy to worry about them or because he felt they'd do better there for he was a leader of a few werewolf packs across the UK.
Fenrir is good at organisation, not because he likes it but because he has to be, he has lists of people he's bitten, their allegiances, people bitten by others, people born werewolves and people to bite and even a list of his children. He fears that some day he will lose his mind and so likes to keep that moment away and hidden for as long as possible and having lists in his bunker helps him keep his mind sharp.
Fenrir is a mean sort of person. From early on in his life he was abused and finally managed to stand up for himself against his father. he showed a lot of courage at such a tender age but it corrupted his mind into thinking that the could do whatever he wanted and could get away with it. Alongside all the abuse from his father, Fenrir learnt how to mistreat people, mess with their minds as well as their bodies in order to get what he wanted.
Fenrir likes to have everything done his own way, he's open to suggestions but prefers it if you can make it seem like his idea. He's not the brightest man but he's been alive long enough to know he doesn't have to be. Some of his theories are to bite the smart but weak, get your enemies children and bring them to the fold to raise them properly and only appoint the most loyal as your second in command, even if they might seem crazy, dirty or down right insane.
It is no secret that Fenrir is a dark and evil man or that he's a werewolf but what isn't known is his love for chocolate, that's about all that he loves, everything else in his life is business related to him and everyone is expendable, even his own offspring. Some might even call him heartless.
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past
[/i][/size][/left]mother[/i]
Kerolina Dire-Greyback, deceased at age 99, werewolf
father[/i]
Mikhail Greyback, deceased at age 46, werewolf, killed by Ferir aged 13
siblings[/i]
None.
pets[/i]
Brown owl, unnamed.
history[/i]
Fenrir Greyback was born to Kerolina Dire and Mikhail Greyback in the 1950's. He was a handful growing up and being the offspring of two werewolves meant that he too had the gene. It was abound his ninth birthday that his transformations started, his father had been mad at him all his life until his first transformation, his father had expected him to be a better son than what he was and as such young, defenceless Fenrir got punished.
Child abuse is never anything to be taken lightly and sadly Fenrir had to suffer through thirteen years of it. Some children go through more, some go through less but aged thirteen was when Fenrir killed his father and not in a magical way, in a muggle way because an unexpected bullet to the brain does wonders for killing folk whether they be magical or not. Kerolina had been cleaning up Fenrir's mess when it all started. He'd left some toy's out despite knowing better but he'd needed to go toilet and so hadn't packed everything away. The one day his father came home early and tripped over Fenrir's toy was the day all their lives would change. Apart from Mikhail's. His would end. Mikhail fell over one of Fenrir's building blocks. He didn't have many toys to start with after his father had refused to buy him any and the ones his mother had pulled out of other people's trash got burnt on a night when Mikhail had been drinking and wanted to ruin the young boys day so leaving a toy out? it seemed almost impossible to do seeing as there were so few about and yet Mikhail fell and all hell broke loose.
Young Fenrir came downstairs to receive a backhand across the face while he saw his mother on her knees, packing away his blocks. She looked at him in a disappointed way and there was nothing that could erase that look from his memory. Fenrir's father yelled and hit him again, Kerolina stood and tried calming her husband, pouring him another drink and telling him to take a seat while she fetched him his dinner. Well that was it. No one told Mikhail what to do and he turned around to face his wife. His hand coming up was the last thing Fenrir saw before running as fast as he could to the old shed out the back. His father didn't think he knew about it but he did. There were all sorts of guns in that shed and Fenrir had taught himself how to use them with the help of an old army veteran in the village near by that felt sorry for the young boy that was clearly from a poor and abusive family. Fenrir ran back in to the house, gun loaded and ready to go. He screamed for his father to leave and the burley man turned about to see his son in the far doorway, pointing a riffle at him. Mikhail laughed and mocked young Fenrir and dared him to pull the trigger, so he did. A direct shot to the head left Mikhail Greyback with a permanent look of surprised shock on his face as he fell to the floor and landed on his side, staring blankly at Fenrir. "What have you done?" Not 'thanks', not 'I'll protect you' nothing like that, just "What have you done?", his mother was mad at him for killing his abusive father.
The body was taken and no charges were pressed. The police knew of Mikhail's violence and believed that it had been in self defence and so Fenrir was left to live with his mother who was forced to get a job and could barely look at him. Fenrir grew up shunted from his home and Hogwarts was never even an option for him. He was a werewolf and had to learn his magic from his mother. He was sloppy and knew pretty much only house work spells.
He learnt all he knew from his mother. He also only learnt to read from the old man in town that taught him how to use a gun. Fenrir missed out on the childhood he should have had because of his genealogy not being accepted at Hogwarts. He never got away from his parents, never got to have any toys, never got to make any friends apart from one old man that clearly had a little something wrong with his mind to be teaching a child about guns, but it all paid off in the end.
Fenrir learnt to grow up quickly. He joined a pack of werwolves at the age of fifteen, leaving his mother alone for long periods of time. He'd always go back to her for a while before heading off again and in that time he followed and alpha by the name of Godridge.
Godridge was a ruthless leader. If someone disobeyed him they were dead. It was very rare that he would do the actual killing himself, usually it would be his three closest henchmen to do the task, the three men he trusted more than anyone else in his pack and soon the day came when Fenrir was one of the three. Fenrir killed for Godridge on more than one occasion but he always remembered his first. A little girl, no older than eight watched as Fenrir tore apart her father on a full moon. The girl too got a bite and was pulled into the pack, torn from her mother who had no idea of her whereabouts. Her mind was brain washed and she became one of the most faithful leaders, she was like a daughter to Fenrir who was now 26.
Years and years went on and Fenrir was loyal but the time came when Godridge was weakened and ready to die. Fenrir became the new pack leader after killing his mentor. If he had not he would not have been seen as the strongest. Fenrir had challengers to his leadership and he defeated them all. The lucky ones were maimed and exiled while the unlucky ones died. It soon became apparent that Fenrir was the best for the pack.
Years passed and Fenrir's pack grew. He joined sides with a group known as the Death Eaters and when that crumbled all around him he took it upon himself to just continue building his own civilisation, the only problem was he had no true heir and so he took it upon himself to mate.
First was a young witch named Hazel and she produced him a daughter. Fenrir was disgraced and moved on to another woman who birthed him a son. Fenrir was pleased to have a son of his own and so took him and raised him to be his successor, but that wasn't his only children, Fenrir needed to be sure his legacy would live on and so he mated and mated and mated, producing six daughters and six sons, none of which shared a mother. All of the sons Fenrir took as his own and the daughters he left with the mothers. He needed sons to learn everything they could for him, a werewolf's body wouldn't last as long as a normal wizards.
Fenrir knew he wasn't the greatest father but he taught his sons everything they needed to survive. He taught them to hunt the weak and how to survive in a forest alone, without any rations. He taught them to be strong and even had them fight with one another to build bonds and to know just how strong they were. He never allowed his sons to come near death but a time or two a couple of them had been knocked unconscious and Fenrir really believed that this was what they needed.
Each of his sons went off to Hogwarts. After the werewolf Remus Lupin, one of Fenrir's own bites, had gone the policies changed. Fenrir spent his time without his children dictating orders and being cared for. He's not a healthy man any more and knows he won't survive into his 80's but he'll keep on trying. He learnt of all his daughters and their names but has yet to meet any of them. He has children all over Hogwarts and even a couple that have graduated and Fenrir is looking forward to seeing all his children and judging them. Only the strong will survive and carry on the family name, uphold its meaning, he will make sure of that.
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alias
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Jake
age
23
location
Uk! WOOWOO!
source
Evie
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