GREYBACK, Dareious Lyulf

[DAREIOUS LYULF GREYBACK]

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I NEED ANOTHER STORY,

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something to get off my chest
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DAREIOUS LYULF GREYBACK[/center]

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MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING,

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need something that i can confess
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[/B] Dareious Lyulf Greyback. Dareious is just a funky way of spelling Darius, which is exactly how you say it and he’s clueless about his middle name. He think it’s pronounced like Lie and then ulf, like in elf, but ulf. So, yeah Lie-ulf.

NICKNAMES: Lie, Dare and Ree.

AGE: Sixteen and still going strong.

D.O.B.: June 21st.

WAND TYPE: The wand itself is crafted from Dogwood, and is quite springy, despite the material and it’s 10 inch length. The core is crafted from both Fwooper and Hippogriff feathers.

HOUSE: Hufflepuff.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Part werewolf.

CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Cannon

PLAY-BY: Ryan Ross

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’TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED,

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from all the truth that I've said
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[/B] Brown

EYE COLOUR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5’9 at the moment, but he is still only sixteen. He doesn’t think he’ll grow much more though, possibly 5’11 by the time he stops.

WEIGHT: 110. Yeah, yeah, he knows…too light for his weight. You don’t need to tell him, he hears it often enough.

PERSONAL STYLE: I guess you could say he has his flamboyant moments. He’ll wear anything once. It has to be said, he is not a big fan of robes, he find them kind of restrictive. (Says the guy who virtually walks around in suits non-stop.) No, but seriously – he really, really likes waistcoats and ties and shirts, just as much as he likes jeans and t-shirts. It depends on the weather and how lazy he’s being. That being said, no matter how much or how little he wears, he still manages to play classy boy. I guess you could say he’s the family indie kid.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION: He knows full well he got the pretty boy gene. He knows he practically screams fairy kid, rather than indie kid, but he really can’t help it. He has a feeling he’ll be like his mother and still look 16 when he’s 27. BU, that would be his luck, wouldn’t it? He knows he looks quite frail and he’s hardly like the rest of his family, is he now? I mean, he has the trademark big eyes and if pushed, he’d say they were all pretty good looking. I think you could say he still has an air of arrogance, though it’s really only other guys who pick up on it. Apparently small, fragile little boy is a great way of picking up girls. What? He’s still your typical lad., regardless of what people say.

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THOUGHT YOU SAW WINK, NO,

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i've been on the brink, so
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His family. That is, the Greyback side and his mother at least.
Muggle bands like The Fratellis and the kooks.
Coffee, and tea whilst he’s thinking about it.
Never, ever falling over his own feet (any more at least).
Any amount of approval from anyone.
Extra rare steak – the way it just melts and looks so real…god it’s gorgeous.
Girls!
Boys too, but he keeps that one on the quiet.
Potions are like…the absolute shizzle.
Hogsmeade weekends! Seriously, he loves that place. He gets all over excited and happy at the thought of going.

CHARACTER DISLIKES:
His ‘family’ holiday home – the one up in the Shetland islands.
His step-father specifically and both of his step-brothers whilst he’s thinking about it.
Being forced to make choices
Getting up on weekends.
Cats, of any size.
Alcoholic drinks.
London…or just cities in general.
Drugs.
Transfiguration and charms
Full moons and the day or two either side of one.
Bullies.
That rage he keeps buried – it’s there though.

GOALS: He wants to get far, far away from the man his mother married. He doesn’t care how, but he knows if he doesn’t, the outcome won’t be good. Each trip back home gets more dangerous and more damaging. He’s scared if he sticks around much longer, it’s going to kill him. He wants to be completely accepted just the way he is too. He wants to be able to be honest about it, but he knows he can’t…not without drastic consequences.

BOGGART: His step-father drunk, high and armed with his step-brother whispering lies in his ear, winding him up and his mother nowhere near them.

PATRONUS: He and his mother went to the middle of nowhere in the north of Spain for a week. He had no idea it was happening, since she’d been so busy. Sure, they could have gone a million places, what with magic at their disposal…but they were trying to live as muggles. Like an experiment for his personal enjoyment. Any way, she turned up in the middle of Geography (which he had always hated) pulled him out of class and drove off. They weren’t that from the dock and it was all well timed so almost no time was wasted. They spent a whole week there – just them. She even let him drop the vegetarian diet that week as a birthday present and he never took it back up. But that was pure bliss – his memories are faded a little now, but he still remembers all the silly moments that made it so special and such a happy time. His patronus is a bull.

DEMENTOR: The one night he was left alone with his step-father and step-brother. His mother had to go to some sort of training and he was supposed to be leaving in the morning. He had no idea what triggered it, but one moment he was sat happy as Larry in his room, the next he was on the balcony, lent right over the railings with that mean screaming something incoherent in his face. There had been flashes before – he could take the odd beating, but that was the first time he had truly ever feared for his life at the hands of that man.

AMORTENTIA: Sea salt, instrument resin, fresh snowfall and pine trees.

BASIC PERSONALITY: Bubbly. Protective. Loud. Brotherly. A tiny bit dippy at times. Forgetful. Easily distracted. Loyal. Energetic. Melodramatic at times. Can be quite intense and/or aggressive if caught on a bad day.

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AMAZING HOW WE GOT THIS FAR ,

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it's like we're chasing all those stars
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[/B] Tainted.

FATHER: Fenrir Greyback. Werewolf.

MOTHER: Rhianwen Jackson (nee Breeze), half-blood witch.

BROTHERS: The Greyback clan; Seyton, Derek, Jasper and Adrian. Then there is his step brother, Seth Jackson. Seth is as muggle as they come and violent to boot. He isn’t even Andrew’s kid – he was adopted when he was nine.

SISTERS: The Greyback sisters of course! Echo is his favourite. He loves her like crazy.

OTHER: His step-father is Andrew Jackson, a muggleborn with a drinking and temper problem.

HOMETOWN: London, England, UK.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Lamba, Shetland Islands, UK.

BIOGRAPHY: Dareious Lyulf Greyback, one son of Fenrir Greyback. His mother was a secretary at the time that man walked in and out of her life, all in one night. Rhianwen Breeze was working living in London at the time. When she fell pregnant, she was urged to get an abortion by her parents, but she just couldn’t do it. She booked the appointment but when she got there; she just could not go through with it. The idea of killing a child having already lost two was beyond her. Before Dareious, she had been carrying twins and a car accident had been the cause of her loss. It is a matter she had never really spoken about.

Of course, when he was born money was even tighter than before. There was no position left for Rhianwen to go back to, so she had to start an entirely new career path, and ended up going in to sales and marketing. Her parents cut her off and with no father on the scene, she very quickly found herself nearly totally alone. In the end, it was her bother – Dare’s uncle – who took them in. They left Worcester when he was just three months old, and moved to Lerwick where RhianwRhianwen found money easier to come by. Her position was far better paid and she rose quickly through the ranks. She was never going to make it big, she knew that…but it was enough to get their own little place and child carers for her son.

Dareious was a smart child, he learned and grew a little quicker than others his age. It was all put down to good genetics and sheer luck. But even that young, something told him his mother knew more than she was letting on. He was mostly looked after by one of his younger aunts and her friends – she was only 14 when they moved to the island, so she was only available at weekends. As a result, his weekends were spent surrounded by pretty teenage girls who thought him adorable. School wasn’t so easy though – there were few other non-island children in the classes he was in. Despite everything that went in his favour, he was still a bully’s favourite target. It was probably a good thing they discovered his rage at an age when it would be easy to channel it in to something else. He started learning things like tai chi and boxing in a hope to shape it in to something a little more productive and it worked, to a degree. He still occasionally loses his temper, but not as much as he used to. Things went well though – he got his temper under control and the bullies faded out as he grew older and in to his looks. As it turned out, the older girls really quite liked them. Big brown eyes, soft features and a quiet temperament were apparently appealing to them. Even if he was too young, they doted on him and others grew jealous of the attention he got, even if he wasn’t any real threat to their personal prospects.

But then a promotion came through that took them all the way to London. He was dragged away from all he knew and loved and thrown in to a world he did not understand. They moved to Camden, and not the good part. They were very much part of the working class again, but he did not suffer too much for it. She worked hard and he was cared for by neighbours and old friends when he wasn’t in any of the after school clubs or early morning activities, like the breakfast club or school wardens. It wasn’t so bad in his eyes – the house was odd and people didn’t make much sense at all, even I they were technically speaking the same language. He was the target of bullies again, but instead of getting angry this time, he put his head down and let them get it out of their system. Nothing was done until one of them cut his back open. True, it had been an accident of sorts, but that didn’t stop the scar. They hadn’t spotted the broken wire sticking out of the fence they had him up against and they didn’t until they spotted the blood and tear in his shirt. They were expelled and charged over it. Thankfully it was his last year there though. He was due to start at a grammar school, having passed the exams to get in.

It was that summer though...that was the summer everything changed. His mother met Andrew and within weeks he had near enough moved in, fourteen year old son in tow. And then one evening – he and his mother were walking home from an evening out. He couldn’t tell you what they had been watching now, but they had taken a shortcut through a park and it was just starting to get really dark. It had been a premiere if he thinks hard enough, hence the late hour. There was no-one else around…or so they had thought. They were probably halfway through when they became aware of someone following them. They were going to make a break for it and hope to lose them, but apparently they were quicker, stopping in the middle of the path and grabbing hold of Ai. The exchange that followed terrified him then and still does even now. It was the one and only time he ever saw the man claiming to be his father and, despite all the warnings, he isn’t satisfied with a one off meeting. Fenrir Greyback was an odd one, even in his eyes. The man insisted his last name was changed – something about it helping him in the future. Everything should have been screaming no, but he couldn’t be any worse than Andrew, not in his eyes.

He didn’t understand, nor did his mother as far as he was aware. Not until that letter arrived. He thought it was a joke at first ad threw it away. After all…a wizarding school, really? In his eyes, it had been a fun game when he was little, but he was too old to keep playing. He found the concept ridiculous, but when his mother changed his last name he gave in. Clearly she thought it wasn’t a joke. He had no idea about any of the places this later was on about and it all seemed utterly ridiculous. Well, it all seemed utterly ridiculous until the family four doors down offered to take him with them. He was half expecting them to tell him they ere behind it all…until they showed him how to get in, and then the platform. His mind was pretty blown. They were friendly with him up until the sorting. After that he was ignored by them and most of the others in his house. The low level bullying started again – leaving him out of things, not talking to him, moving away from him. He didn’t have the first clue until someone pointed out just what his name meant and who he was related to. As hell was he going to let it get him down though – despite that one group having an issue, it seemed like most couldn’t care less. He kept his smile on and grew closer to some. Like his little sister Echo…she very quickly stole his heart.

Things seemed to be going well for him, but he come back at the start of this year a little quieter and a little less himself. He seemed…disturbed by something. Whatever it was, it had him wound up and angry for the first few months and was only made worse by some of the letters he got from home. Whatever had happened, it had him in visible pain but again, he refused to let anyone do anything for him about it. Nothing changed though – given a little time he was back to happy, bouncy old Dareious. Sure, come full moon his rage has been knocked up a few dozen pegs, but that’s only a couple of days out of a month.

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AND EVERY DAY I SEE THE NEWS,

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[/B] Char!

CHATBOX NAME: IsLaChar.

RP EXPERIENCE: Maybe 7 or 8 years now?

HOW YOU FOUND US: Through an ad on another site.

OTHER CHARACTERS: None.

RP SAMPLE:

Good lord was he ever tired. He was totally and utterly exhausted by…everything. What with a full moon fast approaching, Dare was not his usual self. He wasn’t eating or sleeping right in the slightest. Despite being permanently starving, his stomach felt like there was a pile of bricks in the pit of it, churning around at the smell of…anything. He didn’t sleep enough – he was constantly too hot and bothered by the touch of any kind of material. It was starting to show too – not enough food, almost no sleep and his patience was shot. Right now he was ready to bite someone’s head off for looking at him wrong. There was no concentrating on his schoolwork, let alone anything else. All he could take comfort in was the knowledge that he wasn’t on his own in this. Others were less proud though – like Echo. She had the sense to get a little help in sleeping it away. He just couldn’t though. He couldn’t do that. Maybe it was a male thing.

Burying his head in his hands, he tried to get rid of those god awful images from his mind. He didn’t know where they’d come from, but they seemed to like sticking around. They were almost always the same – that great dirty animal splitting his skin open and climbing out of him. It would go straight for them and always them. They were always first years, if not younger. The place always changed, but it was always the same scenario. He hated it, and even now he could still recall the scents and tastes that should not have come from a dream. He wasn’t one of them and he liked the idea of it staying that way. Running his hands through his hair, he sighed and climbed out of bed. There was no hope of him getting back off to sleep now. Shaking a little, he clung to the nearest solid object and edged himself toward the door. It would be quiet in the common room. At least if he fell asleep in there, he would be less likely to wake someone else up with his nightmares. They were always the same now. He always woke up in the same way – at least two others in the dorm shaking his shoulders and yelling at him, ready to pin him down if he got too disorientated. God, he hated waking them up. It was awful for them, no matter how much they tried to brush it off. He was seriously toying with going down the same route as Echo.

Curling in to one of the seats in the common room, he went to gazing at the dying fire, having shed as much as possible without being obscene. He was too warm though – far too warm and he hated it. It was cool out here and it was soothing. He wasn’t going to lie – he had to wonder if being bitten would make this any easier. At least he’d know for sure what the end result would be instead of this constant black hole and questioning.

where did you get that?

There was a voice that broke in to his little world. Jerking his head back and twisting himself around, he pressed himself against the back of the chair, the chill material prickling against heat and nervous energy. It was one of the others – had he woken them up after all? Maybe they could sense his fear, since they didn’t bother pushing him for it. But that didn’t matter – what did matter was that someone had seen it. He had hoped to keep it hidden; the last thing he wanted was people finding out what had happened to him. Biting on his bottom lip, he looked away and took an interest in the floor. No, he was not going to answer it, no matter how long he could feel those eyes burning in to him for. He would never live it down if they knew. Their gaze didn’t shift though. They really wanted an answer, didn’t they?

“Just a scratch. Old battle scar if you will.” With a smile, he picked his dressing gown back up and slipped it on, looking at them for the first time. They were young, possibly no more than second year. In fact, yes they were. They were a second year. “Don’t you worry about it. Come on, I think it’s time we both went back to bed, don’t you?” Nodding their head, they let out a yawn as they turned around and headed back to their own dorm, leaving him on his own again. He could only hope they forgot about this exchange.

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SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE,

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