GREYBACK, seyton malcolm

[SEYTON MALCOLM GREYBACK]

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I NEED ANOTHER STORY,

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something to get off my chest
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SEYTON MALCOLM 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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my father named me seyton malcolm greyback when i was born. i guess he enjoyed the irony of the pronunciation of my first name.

NICKNAMES:
a lot of colorful names come from my first name. my personal favorites are devil and demon. once you get out of school though, people generally mature and stop using stupid taunts like that. i've also been called wolf. the only one i really answer to these days is sey.

AGE:
-i was born twenty-five years ago.

D.O.B.:
-september twenty-eighth

WAND TYPE:
-it's pretty long, a full fourteen inches. made of elm wood with a dragon heartstring core.

PROFESSION:
-after a few years of being a nurse at the hogwarts infirmary, i've been promoted to the head at the hospital tower.

SPECIAL ABILITIES:
-i'm a werewolf. whoopee. and, after years of learning them, i think i've finally mastered leglimency and occlumency as well. might as well have all of my bases covered.

CANNON OR ORIGINAL:
-canon with tweaks

PLAY-BY:
-some muggleborn wizard came up to me a few weeks ago and said i look like some muggle model, michael camiloto. i don't see the resemblance.

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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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-brown

EYE COLOUR:
-brown

HEIGHT:
-6 feet, and a quarter of an inch if you want to get specific.

WEIGHT:
-181lb

PERSONAL STYLE:
-i value comfort far over style.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
-i guess i'm a good looking guy? i don't really know, i don't want to sound vain. i've got muscles, if you care to know. i gain them easily, probably because of the werewolf blood running through my veins. i've got a square jawline, and i usually leave a bit of stubble on my chin. i dunno, i like how it looks i guess.

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THOUGHT YOU SAW WINK, NO,

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i've been on the brink, so
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-okay... so my likes. well, i love the night. probably again to do with the whole werewolf thing. i like watching quidditch and playing it, too. i was on the team back when i was a student at the school. i kind of like having siblings at the school. the ones who speak to me, however few it sometimes seems there are, mean the world to me. i like hogwarts, of course. why else would i have come back after i was done with it? i like being given respect, who doesn't? and i like being treated as an equal, not a lesser being because of my blood.

CHARACTER DISLIKES:
-dislikes... well, at the same time as i like my siblings who speak to me, i hate it. i wish i had, or had had, a normal family. i don't like the full moon, or rather the days leading up to a full moon because it gives me time to think about that night. i dislike whiny 'little kids' when those little kids are in their final years of schooling and act like the world is ending because they're so angsty. like seriously kiddos, grow up and enjoy school. i still hold a bit of contempt for history of magic, even though i finished with it in my fifth year. i pity students for still having to go through it.

GOALS:
-goals... hard to say. i don't look too far into the future lately... though it would be wonderful to see fenrir get what's coming to him.

BOGGART:
-my greatest fear is something hurting someone i care about again, namely fenrir hurting one of my little siblings who actually speak to me.

PATRONUS:
-best memory? ready for the really little kiddie memories? when my mom was still around, and i was like seven or something, she and i would wake in the middle of the night together, sit at the kitchen table, eat cereal, and talk. nothing but talk. my patronus is the very predictable form of a wolf. talk about original.

DEMENTOR:
-my worst memory is kind of a tie between two. kind of the days when i lost each of my parents. for my mother it's the day that she died and i kept trying to wake her up, but failed. i couldn't seem to realize that no matter what i did she wouldn't come back. another 'worst' memory is the day i parted ways with my father. i was seventeen, and he nearly killed me in his anger. kinda scary, seeing a man you sort of admired turn on you in a heartbeat.

AMEROITA:
-i love the smell of fresh dew in the morning and damp leaves in the forest. nature smells, i guess.

BASIC PERSONALITY: not to sound too full of myself, but i'd say i'm:
-honest
-loyal
-friendly
-helpful
-calm
-chivalrous
-thoughtful
-observant
-reliable

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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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-i call myself a tainted pureblood. i mean, both of my parents were wizards. there's just the tiny little fact that one of them, and i, are also werewolves.

FATHER:
-all hail the mighty fenrir greyback. he and i no longer speak.

MOTHER:
-a sweet woman named elodie chord. to this day her name still makes me laugh. she died when i was seven.

BROTHER(S):
-100% brothers? none. i've got four known half-brothers, though. courtesy of daddy dearest.

SISTER(S):
-again, no 100% sisters. i was my mother's only child, but dad had no issues with sleeping around. i've got 3 half sisters that i'm aware of.

OTHER:
-nothing. not even any pets. i can't be trusted around them at the full moon.

HOMETOWN:
-london, england

CURRENT RESIDENCE:
-hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

BIOGRAPHY:
-so... the story of me. well, my mom fell in love. not so sure about my dad, though. clearly not, seeing how things turned out, but elodie chord was head over heels with fenrir, despite his age and less than pleasing looks. though, i guess she wasn't such a golddigger as some of his later lovers. but that's beside the point. my mom fell in love with him, and perhaps for the convenience of a relationship with a pure-blood, they married. yep. that's right. fenrir greyback got married. it wasn't an official ceremony, though. see, it was the height of the wizarding war with voldemort in power, and fenrir didn't want the trouble of officially getting married, so elodie and fenrir called themselves wed and lived together whenever my dad wasn't around snatching people for profit.

-i'm not really sure why my mom fell in love with him. looking back on it now, they were as unalike as could be. my mom was quiet, soft spoken, with a round face, curly brown hair, and an angelically quiet voice. my dad was, well, a werewolf. he was heavily on the side of voldemort whereas she always seemed to be one of those 'peace and love, people!' witches. my theory is that she felt sorry for him, as disfigured as he was, and maybe she found something inside of him that i can no longer guess at to love. whatever. anyways, i was born shortly before all hell broke loose at hogwarts. dad was there, pretty proud. probably thinking about how he could raise me to hate humanity and make me join his army. then, five months later, he ended up at hogwarts in the great battle that everyone talks about these days. he escaped when voldemort was defeated, fleeing like the coward he was, and came back home with my mother and i.

-we travelled a lot, then. fenrir knew that there were hunts out for him, and he didn't want to be caught. i'm surprised that he didn't ditch his mother and i, but i suppose that i was his first child, and a son, and he thought i might be useful. besides that my mother, as head over heels as she was, probably wouldn't have let him leave her. so anyway, my first three years of life were spent moving from place to place each month in quiet villages, my father staying indoors and often keeping me with him while my mother worked to keep our tiny family afloat. we left after each full moon, because dad wouldn't even attempt to control himself, and some poor child in the village we were near almost always got hurt. then, one day, my dad ventured outside in the daylight and was noticed and recognized. the aurors knocked down our door and hauled my dad off to azkaban. now, of course, i say good riddance. back then i was a toddler without a dad, and i was completely distraught.

-my mother pulled off the single parent thing quite nicely. things had been tense between her and dad for a few months before his arrest. i guess she was finally coming to her senses and saw that hey, maybe being 'married' to a guy who attacks helpless children every month and would try to raise her son to be a bloodthirsty killer like her was not okay. anyways, she handled his arrest rather well. i was usually left with kind witches while she worked to feed us. damn that woman worked hard. mainly as a housekeeper and cook for rich wizarding families. you might think that with magic, her jobs would be a piece of cake, but they weren't. i remember her coming to pick me up in the evenings, completely exhausted, and going straight to bed when we got home with instructions to me to go to bed soon and make sure i had a bath. i guess it kind of made me grow up quick. and i grew up even quicker when she got sick.

-my mom tried to hide it from me, but she was dying. cancer. and yet the stupid woman kept working herself into the grave, just to get money for us. she died eight months after the diagnosis. i was seven at the time. i woke up one morning and realized that it was nearly noon, but she hadn't woken me up to bring me to the sitter's yet. so i went into her room to wake her, telling her that we'd overslept. but she didn't wake up. i don't really remember what i did after that, but the sitter came to our house to check on us and found me curled up under her arm, fast asleep with tear stains on my cheeks. let's all 'awweh!' for little Seyton, now.

-i was found a nice foster wizarding family. the jonassons. so i grew up with them and their twin daughters who were nearly ten years older than myself. didn't have much in common, and pretty soon they were off into the world to create their own families. it was... a nice family, i guess. no comparison to my mother, though.

-dad got out of azkaban a few months after my mom's death, shortly after i turned eight. it was something about good behavior, or he swore he'd repented, or something like that. and the authorities bought it. but of course my dad didn't really look for me. he visited me, said hi, how's it going, stuff like that. but he no longer had much time for his son. he'd found himself a nice new woman to twist and get children out of, or a child. i think she's in slytherin, seventh year now. anyway, he probably realized that i was past the molding stage where he could have used me as he wanted and make me act as he wished. so i heard from him every few weeks though a letter that i eagerly replied to. he might be a deadbeat dad who wouldn't own up to his firstborn child, but i was young and ecstatic that i had a parent again. i actually eagerly sought after news of his new child, my baby sister, but the details were so few and uninformative that i soon gave up asking about her. even an eight year old can tell when they're being brushed off.

-i went through my first changing in july of my eighth year of life. freaked my foster family right out. apparently they hadn't realized what they'd been getting into when they took me in, but to be fair neither had i. my mom had never really explained the whole 'your dad's a werewolf. odds are, you're one, too.' thing to me, and my dad hadn't been around when i was old enough to understand if he told me himself. i was locked in a room because my foster parents had no idea what to do, and when they returned in the morning to check on me the furniture was in shreds. they got me help, quickly. made the potions every month for me to drink, and looked after me if for some reason i didn't take them. i'm thankful that the fact their son was a monster didn't make them abandon me.

-i lost contact with my dad for a few years then, but he suddenly reappeared when i went to hogwarts. of course, the first question he asked was what house i'd been placed into. the answer of 'gryffindor!' didn't exactly seem to please him, but he kept sending me letters anyway. asking me about my classes, about my friends, and about my teachers. i didn't realize at the time that he was trying to figure out my personality and see what sort of a person i was and what company i kept. i was pretty oblivious to it. i gave the usual childish answers 'school's good, my friends are great! Bob did this epic thing the other day, and then the charms teacher gave him detention, blah blah blah blah blah'. we settled into a friendly sort of relationship, letters every few months, seeing each other once every summer to catch up, that sort of thing. he was pretty happy when i joined the quidditch team in my third year, a beater, and kept with it every year through then. i even made captain in my seventh year, but was never a prefect.

-trouble came in my seventh year of school. or rather, the summer after my seventh. i was ecstatic. school was done, i was off to the real world, and that year i'd gained a gorgeous girlfriend to match. angel. yeah, there was a lot of amusement over out names, satan and angel. it was cute to me. i was pretty much head over heels for the former hufflepuff girl, much like my mother had been for dad. one little thing messed that up, though. i introduced her to my dad. he liked her. then we accidentally let it slip that she was a muggleborn witch.

-yeah. that pissed him off. it's kind of scary, seeing the demeanour of someone you've looked up to through the years change at the drop of a hat. everything happened so fast. he tried to attack her, and shot a hex at her before i could even pull out my wand. then he went all werewolf on us, though it wasn't anywhere near the full moon. i was worried that he was going to rip her apart, and of course i had to defend her. i can't remember exactly what happened, but eventually my dad apparated away and i was left with a bleeding and unconscious muggleborn on my hands. i brought her to st.mungo's, and angel spent three weeks there, unconscious. i was by her side almost 24/7. it wasn't exactly the start to the rest of our out-of-school lives that i'd been expecting. and then, here's the real kicker, when she did wake up and i actually cried of relief, she didn't want anything to do with me. she'd been scared away from me. she said that she was worried i'd end up like my dear old dad, and she didn't want to be around me anymore. leaving me totally dumbstruck she went home with her family, and though i told myself for weeks that we'd be reconciled, i never heard from her again. i don't know where she is now.

-so... yeah, that kind of sucked. and left me pretty pissed off, too. i searched my dad out, confronted him. a lot of words were exchanged, words that i'm not too proud of but i couldn't just stand by and take what he dished out without defending myself. in the end he told me i was a fool for associating myself with 'filth like her', and i made a comeback that the only filth i'd ever associated myself with was him. yeah, not really smart to provoke your werewolf daddy. just like with angel he turned on me, and i was too stunned to defend myself. he broke a few bones, and like with angel, left me bleeding and unconscious. i woke in my foster family's home. my foster mom was freaked out of her mind, panicking, shrieking how she was going to kill fenrir greyback if it was the last thing she ever did. for some reason i convinced her not to make a big deal out of it. no one needed to know what had gone on. strange lingering loyalty to my biological dad, i guess? i dunno. whatever the reason, my dad never had to answer for the attack on me or on angel.

-i spent a few years at st. mungo's, after that. i'd spent so much time there when angel was in a coma that it kind of felt natural to fit in and work there. i was an intern, and later a healer, in the department for creature induced injuries. personally i find a bit of irony in that. i left the place when i was twenty-two and returned 'home' to hogwarts, seeking a job there. i was accepted as a nurse in the infirmary. it was, and is, fun being back at the school. i couldn't wait to get out of it when i was a student, thinking that life only began once you were done with education, but the events shortly after my graduation just kind of confirmed that, well, life sucks. i've obviously returned for my twenty-fifth year of life to work in the infirmary again, only this time with the promotion to assistant head nurse, which is pretty awesome. being at the school i also have a chance to keep an eye on the multitudes of siblings i have. they all seemed to rush into the school the year after i left it. anyways, i'm hoping that this year is going to be another good one, just like all of the others i've worked at hogwarts for, but i guess we'll have to wait and see.

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AND EVERY DAY I SEE THE NEWS,

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SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE,

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so i'm gonna give all my secrets away
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