Post by aarondaniel on May 8, 2011 12:01:42 GMT
Aaron Daniel Greyback
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: Aaron Daniel Greyback
nicknames: None
birthday: twenty-fifth of May
age: sixteen
house: Slytherin
blood status: Pure-Blood
face claim: Darren Criss
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes: -Hogwarts
-Transfiguration
-Magic
-Muggle Music
-Reading
-Writing
-Playing Piano
-Daydreaming
-Friends
-Sarcasm
-Rebelling
dislikes: -His father
-His half-siblings
-Prejudice
-Disrespect
-Being underestimated
-Being overestimated
-Competitiveness
-History of Magic
-Snow
-Idiocy
strengths: -Intelligent
-Cunning
-Independent
weaknesses: -Too independent
-Prideful
-Blunt
veritaserum: -Usually, he really loves his mother. Sometimes though, he can't stand the sight of her. Why did she have to get together with Greyback, of all people? He hates his father and sometimes hates his mother for being with him.
-He hates being in Slytherin. He doesn't feel like he belongs there at all and he can't stand being judged because of the house he's in. He'd much rather be in Ravenclaw.
dementor: His worst fear is turning out exactly like his father. His worst memory is when he broke his arm and had to go to St. Mungos. It was there he found out who his dad really was.
patronus: Aaron's best memory is first seeing Hogwarts when he was a little Firstie, sitting in a boat with three other kids. His Patronus is a Panther.
sexuality & relationship status: Bisexual, single.
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: Fenrir Greyback, Unknown, Werewolf
mother: Miranda Jameson, 32, Auror
siblings: ------ Greyback, 21, Slytherin, ------- Greyback, 17, Slytherin
others: None
overall history: Aaron was a surprise birth. His mother had gotten pregnant with him after a somewhat reluctant night with Fenrir Greyback, and she hadn't really wanted him. He would be a reminder of her downfall and though she tried not to, she couldn't help but blame her unborn baby for it. Thankfully, when Aaron was actually born, Miranda took one look at her son and fell in love instantly. She doted on Aaron as he grew up, and he was pretty spoiled. He didn't get everything he wanted, simply because they couldn't afford it, but he still had quite a lot of toys, games etc.
He was a bubbly child, rarely without a smile on his face. He didn't cry much and threw tantrums even less. Of course, he still did occasionally. Aaron and his mother lived in a two-story semi-detached house in a quaint little town on the outskirts of London. A mixture of Muggles and Wizards and Witches lived there, so Aaron grew up with Muggle friends too. He loves Muggle Music and had piano lessons from an early age. He loves to play and he even composes his own songs. Aaron is an avid writer; he loves to write stories and in his journal. Growing up, he spent a lot of time out in the garden with a notepad and some pens. He also enjoyed climbing the large tree in the garden, and one day when he was climbing, he fell and broke his arm. Miranda took Aaron to St. Mungos and it was revealed there who his father really was. Horrified, Aaron locked himself in his room for three days.
Aaron had always been told his father had been a good, kind man who had died in the war. Since he had never heard of Fenrir Greyback, he was never able to connect his last name to the Werewolf's. He was exceptionally angry when he discovered his father's true nature and he hates the man with a passion. When he arrived at Hogwarts and discovered he had two half-siblings, he couldn't help but dislike them too. Unlike him, they had seemed to revel in their heritage and it made Aaron decidedly disgusted. Though, arriving at Hogwarts is his best ever memory and he loves the castle dearly, so he refuses to let his siblings presence taint that.
Aaron hadn't expected to be Sorted into Slytherin. He fully believe he was destined for Ravenclaw, since he was rather bookish and loved school. Despite this, the Hat placed him into Slytherin. At first, young Aaron had been unaware of the stigma attached to being in Slytherin but he soon found out about it. He hates the prejudice Slytherins face and is hoping to make friends with members of other Houses to prove that not all Slytherins are Death Eaters or followers of the new Dark Lady Bellatrix.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Chloe
gender: Female
age: 14
contact: PM, please
how you found us: Saw an ad on (DON'T) FORGET ABOUT US
other characters: Going to make Lily Luna Potter, 15, Hufflepuff
experience: About 4 years
role play sample:Rhosyn was bored. While not exactly a new feeling, she never handled it very well and often ended up doing something ridiculous, like going bungee jumping without the harness. Admittedly, it had been fun but not something she was going to do again. After all, she was never big on repetition. Sighing to herself, the vampire walked out of the living room she was inhabiting and into the hallway. She walked over to the old oak door, snatching up her keys from the side table and clenching them tightly in her hand. She eyed the numerous jackets hanging on the coat hooks before picking her usual, trusty leather jacket. She slipped it on and then opened the door, shutting and locking it behind her.
Stuffing the keys into her jean pocket, Rhosyn meandered slowly down the path to the street. Gnawing on her lip, she wondered where she should go. She didn't fancy going anywhere far, so it had to be in Mystic Falls. She didn't particularly want to stumble upon a group of teens high on drugs, so a walk around the forest was out of the question. Somewhere in town, then. The Grill sounded like a good idea. Decision made, Rhosyn started walking the familiar path to Mystic Falls' town center.
As she walked, Rhosyn briefly considered what had brought her to Mystic Falls. For almost her entire nearly 400 years of life as a vampire, she had been traveling the world without a companion. She had never given thought to settling down; she had always been a free spirit and that had amplified after she was turned. Of course, she was also distracting herself from the guilt of killing her brother. So maybe she wasn't a traveler, maybe she was just running from a past with too many dark times and not enough good ones. Yeah, that sounded about right.
Sighing morosely, Rhosyn shoved the thoughts to the furthers pits of her mind and forced an easy smile on her face. She always, always had to keep up her facade. Letting it fall would bring too many questions, because letting her act dissolve was the same as screaming to the world that something was very wrong with her. And that, right there, was completely unacceptable. It was the reason she didn't have many real friends. She couldn't be honest with them about her life, about her very nature, but expected honesty back? No, that was hypocritical and Rhosyn refused to be a hypocrite. Sighing once more, she again shoved the thoughts away and walked into the Grill.
It was packed with teens, half of them drunk and the other half acting like it. Rhosyn wrinkled her nose ever so slightly as she side-stepped a lumbering football player who looked like he was going to be sick. Ugh, no wonder adults are always moaning about teens, she thought as the adults conversation reached her ears. Shaking her head ever so slightly, Rhosyn strode up to the bar and asked for a vodka and coke. The bartender didn't mention her age and she assumed he was the one selling beer to the numerous drunken, hormonal balls that were the teens in the room. Smiling when he handed her her drink, Rhosyn gave him the money and wandered off to lean against the wall near the pool table.
There was a boy there, playing a game by himself. He has nice arms, she noted idly, sipping her drink as she leaned casually against the wall. There was something almost familiar about him, though she was sure she had never met the guy. No, something about his mannerisms, the way he held himself. Almost as if he was holding something back. It took her a moment to realize it was how she had acted in the first few weeks after change. So, he was a vampire then. Quite a new one, evidently. She tilted her head to the side and let her hair cascade over her shoulder. She righted herself when the boy looked up, eyes roving around the Grill. She assumed he was looking for a partner to play with. Pushing away from the wall, Rhosyn set her drink down on a nearby table and walked up to him.
"Mind if I join?" she queried, a friendly smile on her face.
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