Post by jaeger on Jan 13, 2012 23:27:58 GMT
jaeger draconis greyback
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: Jaeger Draconis Greyback
nicknames: Jay, Wolf
birthday: first of September
age: seventeen
house: Gryffindor
blood status: Werewolf
face claim: Jeremy McKinnon
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:
Fire Whiskey
Girls
Sport
Rock music
Winter
Smokes
Rare meat
Action films
Muggles
DADA
dislikes:
His Heritage
His Violent Tendencies
Being cooped up
Summer
His father's attitudes
Full moons
Romcoms
Stereotypes
Idiotic Younger Students
Cameras
Herbology
strengths:
Due to his syndrome, he is naturally stronger and faster than most
He has a skill for being a beater in quidditch, which stems from his constant practice to relieve his aggression
He has, to some extent, animal magnetism
His natural bulk gives him a high alcohol tolerance
weaknesses:
His parentage and affliction make him overly aggressive
He's a Werewolf
He's not particularly skilled with magic, good enough to get by but he's never going to get straight O's
Due to his affliction he has an aversion to some herbs
When kept in a small room for too long he begins to become...frustrated.
veritaserum:
He never goes home, he spends his summers hiding in the shrieking shack
His father's disowned him because of his behaviour towards his heritage and occassionally tries to tempt him back.
dementor: Becoming like his father
patronus: Moving out of his father's custody to Hogwarts. A lone wolf.
sexuality & relationship status: Straight and Single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: Fenrir Greyback, Wanted Outlaw
mother: unknown
siblings: Brother and Sister, 16 and 21
others: N/A
overall history:
Jaeger Draconis Greyback, born in the first day of September to a rather infamous family name and a father who drew his purpose in life from the practice of the dark arts and following a man whose name was not meant to be said out loud. From the early days of his youth, Jaeger found himself constantly stuck in the shadows of who his father was and what he had done in his own life time. Growing up without a mother figure in his life gave Jaeger only his father to turn to when he found the need to have a parental guidance. Although his father was not one that was much to desire in a parent, Jaeger still at the young ages of his youth, often turned to his father when he needed someone to speak to or go to. Regardless of the kind of man his father was, it wasn’t until Jaeger was a bit older that he truly saw his father for the man, or monster, that he was.
By the time that Jaeger was about ten or so, he soon started to see the ways in which his father truly was. The beast that most would warn him of started to slowly come out into reality and this caused Jaeger to see it as well. When he was old enough to start going to Hogwarts, Jaeger was starting to loathe his father and everything he had been forced to grow up with.
Starting at Hogwarts was no easy matter with the name that Jaeger had attached to him. Being sorted into Gryffindor did allow him some reprieve from it all, but not enough to keep some older students from teasing him and cursing his own name against him. But with time comes strength. The strength that Jaeger obtained from all the first years of teasing against him allowed for him to see the true sides of people and begin to hate them just as much as they had all hated him simply because of his name.
Jaeger no longer spoke with father by the time he was a bit older and further into his Hogwarts years and was now spending all his Holidays and days away from Hogwarts by sneaking off into the shrieking shack and staying there. Away from the man who had now disowned him as a son. Having only the name to remember the monster by.
Now in his sixth year at Hogwarts, Jaeger has truly come into his own despite the heavy burden he carries with his name. Many students, mostly younger years, run from him and avoid him at all costs while the older students and ones near his age often snarl in his direction when they think he is not looking. But the thing is; he always is.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Tink
gender: Male
age: 20
contact: death_by_fairy@live.co.uk msn
how you found us: Caution
other characters: n/a
experience: since I was 11
role play sample:Roth crept through the halls, his bare feet barely making a sound on the flag stone flooring. It was the dead of night and the castle was silent, just the way he liked it. The only issue would be getting caught by a member of staff or prefect, how he hated the buggers. It was nothing personal against the people, it was what they stood for that he despised. Who were they to tell him what he shouldn't do? He was more than smart enough to avoid any danger. This was the reason behind his lack of shoes, he would make far less noise without them.
He held his wand in the pocket on his hooded jumper, light radiating from it's tip, this way, a small about of light leaked through the fabric, enough to light his way but not enough to gain attention or disturb those whining portraits that lined every hallway wall. He was a practised hand at traversing the castle after hours and knew where the staff tended to be and knew the prefect's beats by heart. Still, no where was safe but there were safer places than others.
Usually, he'd be outside by now, lost in the darkness as his body blocked the light from his wand and any observer from the castle wouldn't even take a second look. Today, though, he was off to the library, to the restricted section to be precise. He did this every now and then, in the pursuit of absolute knowledge. Roth had long ago deemed the truly interesting information to be hidden from the grubby mitts of most students and saw it less of a restricted section and more of a VIP area.
Besides, what harm could come from the knowledge? It wasn't like he was going to become the next Dark Lord, not that the thought hadn't played in his mind. After all, who hasn't dreamt of slaughtering all those who've treated them badly? It wasn't a plan, just a mild fantasy that he mused over rarely. Still, knowledge was power, and knowledge that few others had was twice as useful, so along he crept.
Silently, he slipped into the library, removing the wand from his pocket and holding it as high as possible to light as much as he could. Pointing his wand, he brought the appropriate spell into his mind and opened the previously locked door that separated the restricted area. Carefully, he moved through the books looking for a title before picking an interesting looking out out and settling into the corner to read.
Being sure to make no noise, he moved through the pages, absorbing what he read.
