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::Character Information::

Name: Remus John Lupin, a.k.a Moony, a.k.a. Loony Loopy Lupin [Courtesy of Peeves]

Subject Taught: N/A

Other Roles: Werewolf, Resident of Hogsmeade, Order of the Phoenix Member, and first and foremost...a Marauder.

Age/Year: Thirty-seven

Blood type: Half-Blood

Wand type: Ash wood, fourteen inches, Hair from an Abraxan Mane

Abraxan:
A breed of flying horse; the Abraxan is a gigantic, extremely powerful Palomino (FB). The winged horses that pulled the Beauxbatons carriage were Abraxan (cf GF15 ff.); Madame Maxime breeds them (OP20).

Pet: N/A


Physical Description:

Remus is a man that was never large in stature or build. He stands at a modest five feet and ten inches, and what once was a thick mane of chestnut hair, has now been lightened with age and his ailment. Despite these characteristics, his face still remains handsome, even if the fine lines of age and marring abrasions paint his features.

Personality Description:

When approached by Remus, he is quick with an aire of cordialness which has it's subtle lacing of intelligence. It really was an odd turn of events when he was sorted into Gryffindor and not Ravenclaw, but all things happen for a reason. His humour is subtle, if not at times dry, but Remus all around is never far with out his own charm. He is prone to over look alot of the shortcomings when concerning those closest to him, for having been ostracized nearly all his life, he can only help to cling to those that he has left. So a smile painted on to an aged faced, and eyes of an antique-blue that glisten with some forgotten memory are all terribly alluring, but be warned; though he is mild mannered, Remus Lupin is not one to be tested when it comes to the people and beliefs in which he holds near and dear. One may find themselves missing a limb or...two.

History:

Remus Lupin was born to into the family of a Muggle Mother and Wizard Father. His earliest childhood memories are fond ones before the incident. A family whom doted upon him and nurtured Remus' ever growing thirst to learn. The time before...the incident. Was there ever such a place in the long strands of time? Had such an era existed? Often he found those memories hard to recall, but the "bite" and how it occured, that was a memory he felt that would never leave him. It was just days before his tenth birthday, and he remembered how his Father entered the house seething and muttering statements such as "Filthy mongrel" and "Ruddy Greyback". Remus was too young to comprehend the severity of the situation or how it would effect his life in just a few short days.

The night told of sorrows and dark things, and while he was ever curious of the evening's constellations, he was eluded to one who found him to be of the up most interest. It was quick and it all happened in a flash of fur and pearled fangs, he hadn't even heard the howl. Remus lay there in a pool of his own blood, and he could never remember just how long it was before anyone discovered him.

C'est La Vie.

It came as shock when Remus was personally invited to attend Hogwarts for his Wizarding education. Both of his parents had thought for sure that he would not be accepted given his illness, but how wrong they were. In that moment he knew no greater joy, and though he would enter forth without a friend in the world, he at least was able to go about the normal courses of a child. Several months went by, and the only friend in which he seemed to have was Madam Pomfrey and a scant few of the Professors. Though all that was to change in the frame of an hour. James Potter and Sirius Black; he'd heard their names and knew their popularity. When these two Dark Knights came to his defense against three large Slytherins, Remus was a bit awe struck. However, from that moment onward, they were inseperable.

Years went by and friendships grew and faded, but the Marauder's had proved to be tried and true. James married Lily, and all of their hearts broke and rejoiced at the same time, and when Harry bounced along into their lives they knew no greater elation.

But all good things must come to an end...

In one evening, in one single moment, all that he had treasured was robbed from him. He was helpless to stop any of it, and so for many poverty stricken years, Remus would dwell in that piteous solitude.

Forever it would be he and the moon, her shining brilliant face that posed to mock him in his sorrow.


Roleplay Sample:

There was a part of Remus that when he heard his name, wanted to refuse to be called. He had stood beside Sirius through more things imaginable, all things that had been in the fine print of being a Marauder and commonly never read until it's too late. For a moment, brief and fleeting but burned into his mind, Remus didn't want to stand beside his friend during his moment of brooding.

Guilt rose from his stomach to his throat, leaving an after taste so vile and horrible, to just sit on his tongue. His closed eye lids did a twitch as he fought to keep them closed. The glow of a lamp gave his eyes a full visual of the inside of his eyelids. A pink fleshy color, covered in deep red veins.

There was more then just his name, the subject of the moon. Sirius was talking about the moon. A concept that entered his brain hazily and took him a moment to fully realize what he was talking about. Remus had to double check the days until the full moon, mentally calculating. He had to count, his human mind refused to listen to the wolf that cried for it's eventual freedom from the calm interior of Remus Lupin.

Decisions always became blinded and rash in the final count down to the moon. Created an excuse for anything he wished not to admit he had done consciously. His brain had used it to fashion the excuse for the outburst earlier in the night. The outburst where he talked down at Sirius. Talked down to Sirius for letting the battle affect his person.

The battle. Dear God, how is it possible to be so thick? Remus spent so much time hating to see a friend in pain, had refused Sirius' right to dwell on it, and had tried every means his desperate mind could think to snap Sirius out of it. Hated to talk about something that may or may not be plaguing his friend. Bravery alluded him to hear about the battle. To just hear about the battle. What a Gryffindor he must have made! Ravenclaw would have been so much better. Ravenclaw would have never introduced him to James, Sirius,and even Peter, the three that took his lycanthropy and, instead of shunning him, made it less unbearable.

Mocking the moon, Sirius was suggesting. Something that had been done since their fifth year. A memory, so perfect and complete, flashed in his brain, as a black dog, a stag, and a rat showed their new abilities to him. For him. He had wondered then, as he still wonders now, why he was destined to have such people in his life. Was this all some sort of compensation for the curse he received as a young child?

When he had heard his name called, it was from one of the few family Wizards/Witches he had left. The one family that counted more then his blood for they choose to be his family. It was a member of the one family that had lost so many with him and yet gave a barking laughter before moving forward. Even though he had a habit for getting lost in his brooding, always pulled out of it with his own devices. For a moment, he didn't want to be called. For a moment, he wanted to sit on that couch and make that he never heard his name.

That was only a moment, followed by so many moments where he had wanted to be called. His was a life time of one moments, most that were left by a tirade of if's. His hands moved to dog ear the page he had been reading, eyes still shut with his head resting comfortably on the back. The next moment, Remus was leaving the couch, pocketing his book in his back pocket. Joining Sirius at the window, he mocked, once again, his curse that brought the loyalty of friendship. The moon wasn't what he mocked though, after another moment of clarity, standing there next to one of the few people that never thought him dangerous.

It was Fenir Greyback, whom had given him this curse, that he mocked. The one that created this prison the moon merely guarded. Never allowing him to leave, giving only a lonely secretive existence until that September of his eleventh year. Greyback, who had wanted to create a world of werewolves and hurt humans, instead, he created Remus' world. Remus' world of unbearable loss and a family, so dear and wonderful, that never left his side.

He wondered if Fenir had a James or Sirius, someone clever enough to know the signs, if he would have had such a hatred for humans. He wondered if he never had a James or Sirius, if he would have joined Greyback's cause. Though if he were to stay along that line of thought, if Voldemort had been hugged as a child, would he be such a feared dark wizard? Too many if's, universal and personal. Remus refused to live by if's and yet they always plagued him.

The man that stood next to him had more if's then Remus could imagine. If he choose to let something bring him into a quiet brooding, then Remus had no other duty then to stand by him.

“One would have thought by now, that you have learned not to mock something bigger then you.”

Accepted: Welcome back Mr Lupin