Post by alma on Dec 28, 2009 20:53:32 GMT
SCHOOL RECORDS
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ALMA FENRIR GREYBACK
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"Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus" ,
Never tickle a sleeping dragon.
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FULL NAME :: Alma Fenrir Greyback
NICKNAME :: El (Al)
AGE :: sixteen
DATE OF BIRTH :: nine, october
SEXUALIY ::straight
HOUSE :: slytherin
ERA ::trio era.[/color]
YEAR ::sixth year
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WAND :: Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie, Ash, 12 inches
PET ::Due to her lycanthropy she doesn’t have animals—with good reason.
AMORTENTIA: :: Pine forest in winter, sandalwood and cedar.
MIRROR OF ERISED: ::To wake up in the morning and be normal.
BOGGART: ::That the students she has loyalty to, will find out that despite the fact that she is named after a very murderous werewolf—she doesn’t want to be like that..
PATRONUS: ::
Cheetah, quick on it’s feet and always more than a little cautious about others around it—Alma, perfectly embodies the mindset of a Cheetah, knowing how to pick your battles and always know the fastest way to get out of a tight situation.
LIKES: ::
Being outdoors
Peace and quiet
Copious amounts of meats
Eating
Running
The smell of the forest—even if it is forbidden
Pretending to be normal and getting away with it
A good conversation with good friends
Butterbeer
Standing up for what she believes in
DISLIKES: ::
Full Moons
Her temper
Anything that proves to her that she isn’t normal
How the smell of meat calms her down
The itchy uncomfortable feeling she gets when it gets close to a full moon
Her paralyzing fear of infecting someone
How she gravitates toward others who are like her
Lying about where she goes during the full moon
How her hair often looks long and feral no matter how often she trims and styles it
Being treated differently because of what she is
Prejudice
STRENGTHS: ::
Quick witted, and physically quick
Strong for her age and size
Great sense of smell
Potions
Herbology
WEAKNESSES: ::
Violet temper flares
Easily irritated around full moons
Secretive to the point many might find her untrustworthy
Doesn’t easily trust others
Care of Magical Creatures
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WHY HELLO! :: Kate
SO YOUR :: twenty two years old
AND YOU'VE BEE MAGIAL FOR :: six plus on and off
WOWZA IS THAT THE TIME!? :: Central Standard Time,
SAT-NAV? :: Proboards Invite
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ::
The common room was never quiet—that was expected, but it usually wasn’t nearly as crowded as it was now. Alma Greyback was excellent at hiding her feelings—or at least conceal the fact that she was damn near ready to leap out of her own skin. She wasn’t the type of person to be openly friendly or openly rude—she simply existed, few students approached her unless they were brave—or foolhardy. Everyone knew about the Greybacks, her cursed family tree made sure of that. Still lycanthropy didn’t always get passed one to the children—and thankfully her less than human looking other self never manifested out in the public eye. Her fellow Slytherin housemates could gossip, they could speculate—but no one had concrete proof she was just like him. Yes HIM the monster she’d been named after. Why—because her parents were in the business of cruel jokes, no. Her parents named her after a killer because they fully expected her to be one too, raised her to be one—be someone that could make a family full of wild, black hearts proud.
She didn’t turn out the way they’d expected—but they scarred her mind enough to give her two personalities. No not a full blown muggle mental illness—those could be fixed with “medications,” no she’d been given the curse too. Every full moon and the two days around it she turned into a monster—she was a monster—she just passed off as human every other day. Her skin itched—it was three weeks away but already she felt claustrophobic, felt trapped. She’d heard rumor there were others like her—others that were less than human, but like her they preferred to keep that fact to themselves—it was probably better that way. Hogwarts had enough of its own demons, its own problems…having a werewolf support group was probably not high on the teacher’s list of things to do. The young brunette sighed silently to herself—a few more students trickled in and she’d had her fill of playing the quiet card. Slowly she made her way out of the room, careful to try and listen in on anything other than the whispers about her as the door shut behind her.
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