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Remus J. Lupin; 5th year, Gryffindor
Topic Started: Jul 18 2009, 04:53 AM (339 Views)
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What should we call you? Cait!
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Lily would have been more active in the conversation, but she had a few secrets.
1. The only boys she had talked to all summer were Snape, her father, her cousin, and the pizza delivery boy ( a weekly appointment.)
2. She had had several torrid love affairs, all imaginary. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Colonel Brandon, Edward Ferrars, and their compatriots.
Snapping out of her reverie, she piped in, "Our pizza delivery boy was quite fit.Came about once a week," she said, fidgeting with her hem. "One time, he gave us a pepperoni pizza, but we only ordered cheese. But every other week, we had ordered pepperoni. Plus he provides sustenance and has an income, what more could you ask for?"

How many characters do you currently have on this board? one, the lovely Lily Evans
Anything else you want to tell us before we begin? Feel absolutely free to reject me, we all love Remus dearly. Special thanks to Gem, with whom I said weird things on the C Box while we diligently apped until the early morning hours.
About Your Character
Basics

Full name: Remus John Lupin
Nicknames: Well, there's Moony. And Loony Lupin, unfortunately. I'm sure there are others. Remy, for instance, though I do believe that is a girl's name, and thus thrice as unfortunate as Loony Lupin.
Ancestry: Half-blood.
Gender: Male, except for that haunting hour in 2nd year, which shall never be brought up again.
Age:15 years old.
Birthday: March 10, 1960.
Sorted into: Gryffindor
Who do you follow? I suppose I could say James and Sirius, but I prefer to think of us all as a team. Where the bad decision are made by the two of them, and the good decisions are made by the four of us.
Wand: 12 inches, oak, unicorn hair. That was a bit of surprise, being for the "pure of heart" and all, given my condition.
Personal
Sexuality: Straight, though according to Sirius I am Librosexual.
Likes:
  • Books
  • solitude
  • company (depending on my mood.)
  • Mornings after the full moon, even though I feel like absolute shit. James, Sirius and Peter bring all sorts of games and sweets to the Hospital Wing.
  • Muggle Literature (Particularly that of the "sci-fi" variety. George Orwell, Aldous Huxley, H.G. Wells, etc.)
  • Philosophy
  • Passing notes in History of Magic
  • being pleasantly tipsy (not on a school night, mind you.)

Dislikes:
  • The full moon. Though I'd imagine that's a given.
  • I also dislike the way my condition has infected every part of my life. It's a part of me, I suppose. I just fervently wish it wasn't.
  • Going on holiday. I'd much rather stay comfortably at home.
  • Being obnoxiously, incoherently drunk (even when it's not a school night.)
  • Honeydukes. Yes, yes, I've heard it before. "Remus," they all say, "How can you dislike Honeydukes? It is chock full o candy and delicious treats, and smells quite pleasant." To which I consistently reply, "It is always horrendously crowded, poorly lit, and I have yet to emerge without a stomachache.

Strengths:

  • Defense Against the Dark Arts (Irony much?)
  • Being the voice of reason.
  • Public Relations (a.k.a. convincing profs to shorten Marauder detention time.)
  • Writing just enough nonsense fluff to meet the length requirement on an essay
  • and then writing more anyway
  • R+D (Research and Development. This is mostly due to the fact that the other Marauders are terminally allergic to research, or so they claim.)

Weaknesses:
  • Lying, though my skills are improving, as is necessary.
  • Lying to my mates, still impossible.
  • Being warm and friendly. It's not that I'm antisocial. I'm just...guarded. And cautious. Which comes off a bit cold, I suppose.
  • I've often been told I'm a bit too serious. Not by James, Sirius, or Peter though, as we all tend to avoid overusing that word. The temptation to pun is sometimes unbearable.

Goals: Cure it. Come to terms with it. It, if you are a bit thick, being my furry little problem. Convince others to come to terms with it. (This, I am fully aware, will never happen.) Find love (of the female variety.) That one's not too high on the list, though. I also somehow hope to repay my fellow Marauders someday. I'm not sure if they will ever know exactly how much they've done for me, and I just need to return the favor.
Fears: Losing control and hurting someone. Hurting one of my friends, as unlikely as that is. Losing my friends, and being really, genuinely alone. Myself, and what's in me, and what if it's not just once a month, and it's always there, waiting and lurking and watching. Life after Hogwarts, where no one will be as understanding, kind, and generous as Dumbledore. The sort of people that are frequently featured in the Daily Prophet during these dark and dismal days. People who choose to be cruel and savage, when they could easily opt out of it.
Tics, Quirks & Habits: I firmly believe in chocolate as medicine, thanks in part to the lovely Madame Pomfrey. Sometimes, if I'm deep in thought, I'll pull a face without realizing it. Similarly, when I'm reading, I'll begin to mouth the words. I absolutely refuse to take off my shirt in front of people, because of the scars. I know I should map out the dates of the full moon, but I do it on a month to month basis. It makes it seem less frequent.
Pet Peeves: Abrupt questions. No, complete stranger, I will not tell you about this scar. People who stare. And people with poor personal hygiene. It's just rude to everyone else.
Favorite sounds and smells: The smell of a fire in the fireplace at the house. The slightly rank odor of the boy's fifth year dorm, because it's the smell of home. The sterile smell of the Hospital Wing, because it means I've got a whole new month.
Have you ever met a boggart? What does it look like? It's a full moon. Though, if someone were to see it and inquire, I would tell them it's a crystal ball. And that my Divination professor predicted an early and painful death. While this would make me seem a bit daft, it is certainly better than the alternative, which would make me seem like a werewolf.
Can you cast Patronus? What does it look like? What memory do you use? I'm still struggling a bit with that, actually. But I know what memory I'd use. The second month of second year, I came back from the hospital wing, basically dead on my feet. It had been the worst night yet, and there was a huge gash on my right arm that was obviously going to scar. When I got into the dorm, I was fully prepared to go straight to sleep. But James, Sirius, and Peter were all sitting on my bed, looking intense. I said some generic greeting, and they echoed it. Then James stood up, and said, I'll never forget this bit, "Remus, we want you to know that this in no way changes how we think about you. You are and always will be our best mate. But we know about...about, eh," at this point, he glanced around nervously. "Your problem. The furry little one." "My furry little problem," I repeated, on the verge of hysterically crying. All three of them were now standing, moving towards me as if to comfort me. But I just started laughing. They thought at first I was going bonkers, they later told me. Then they joined in, and we were rolling on the floor. That whole week was spent on werewolf jokes, and competing to find a codename to beat "furry little problem." No one could, of course. It was the first time I had ever joked about it, or even really talked about it. I felt genuinely accepted, like I was just where I was supposed to be, like I wasn't the big bad monster roaming the halls of Hogwarts. I was just a kid, goofing off with his best mates.
What is the worst memory Dementors bring forward? I wish I could simply say it was the night I was bitten, but that would be dishonest. It was the weeks after, leading up to the first transformation. The horrible anticipation. Watching my parents lose most of their friends, relatives. Watching them as they looked at me like I was no longer an innocent child. The nightmares I had every night, of what I would soon become. Watching my future fall away from me.
If you were to find the Mirror of Erised, what would you see? A full moon, and me standing under it. No scars to be found. Shackles, broken at my feet. I'm smiling, and brilliantly happy. There are no shadows in my face, no dark circles under my eyes. And they're all there, James, Sirius, Peter, Mum, Dad. Everyone's happy.
Tell me a couple secrets about yourself: Hello, my name is Remus J. Lupin, and approximately once a month I transform into an enormous, angry wolf. These things do happen.
Also, I had a bit of a thing for Alice in fourth year, didn't last long.
I want nothing more than to be rid of what's inside me, but I don't know who I would be without it.
Personality:
I'm afraid poor Remus doesn't see himself clearly. Perhaps he is afraid to look too closely?
Though I'm sure he'd be surprised by what he saw.
Remus John Lupin is one of the kindest people on the face of the planet. There's not a soul on this earth he could be genuinely cruel too. He has a fair arsenal of insults, mind you, but never uses them on unwitting or undeserving victims. He is the conscience of the Marauders, the guardian of the innocent bystanders, the oft-ignored voice of reason.

He is talented, and fiercely intelligent. Though he lacks the natural talent and ease shared by James and Sirius, he more than makes up for it with his diligent studying. He is often dismissive of his abilities, citing them as just book knowledge. Secretly, he refuses to acknowledge his skills, so as to avoid crushing disappointment when the harsh world refuses to give a poor werewolf a chance.

Remus possesses all the qualities of an excellent teacher. Patience, empathy, a certain understated charisma, and an exceptional knack for explaining things. Indeed, if he were to allow himself to fantasize about a profession, it would be that one. And, inevitably, he's slipped up a few times, let the thought cross his mind. After which he would always scold himself. Remus, he would explain, no one's going to let you near their children.

Remember when I said he's one of the nicest people on the face of the earth? Well, he's also one of the meanest. Only to himself, of course. He is quick to find fault in everything he does, choosing the negative over the positive. He's even well aware and ashamed of this constant pessimism.

But he can't control it, the self-loathing. It bubbles up inside him all too frequently, like an ominous message from the monster than can only come out once a monster. It'd be impossible to describe Remus without mentioning that monster. You see, he can't come to terms with the distinct divide between boy and beast. He allows it to invade every part of him, leaving bitter traces. Remus isn't the monster. The monster isn't Remus. The moment he accepts this will be the moment he starts the path to happiness.

But he's only fifteen years old. And no one's on the path to happiness when they're fifteen years old.

Looks
Distinguishing Features: An unfortunately large collection of scars, at least four per limb. And one on my foot (don't ask, I don't know) that somehow resembles a smiley face. Although I'm more than glad not to remember my transformations, I certainly wouldn't mind knowing the story behind that one. Also, of course, where I was bitten.
Not-so-distinguishing features: If I'm with the Marauders, you can easily identify me as the calm one, standing somewhat still, and speaking in an indoor voice. If not, look for the perpetually tired and sickly looking boy with his nose in a book. Also, please note that there will always be ink on my fingers. As soon as I even look at a quill, the tips of my fingers are covered in black.
Appearance:
Appearance is another area where Remus needs a little help to explain.

When Remus looks in the mirror, all he sees is his condition. Pale skin, dark circles, numerous scars.
Any girl at Hogwarts would gladly contradict this. They would tell you that he has a rather large nose. But, they would add, it's not ugly large. It fits quite nicely onto his face. A narrow face, with some serious cheekbone action, ending in a round chin.

Of course, they would mention the eyes. A sort of indistinct blue/green/gray, they are lighter than most, which gives him quite an intense stare. And they're always just a bit obscured by his light brown hair. His hair color is rather difficult to pinpoint, existing in the space between sandy blonde and mousy brown. It's cut in no intentional style, just long enough to look decent and short enough to be masculine.

As for build, Remus is long and lanky. He has no muscle definition, as he is often in the library while his best mates are flying about the Quidditch pitch. He is, however, surprisingly strong. His posture, however, is terrible. He hunches over, sticks his hands in his pockets if they are readily available. He shaves quite often, and is rarely seen with stubble. (So as to avoid being too hairy. I get enough of that already, he would joke.)

He is almost always wearing his school robes, as he doesn't have a plentiful wardrobe, and doesn't particularly care about that sort of thing.
Place of Birth: An hour or so outside of Manchester.
Immediate family: Mum and Dad only, really. Griffith and Margaret Lupin nee Jones. Most ties were severed when he married her, the rest when I was bitten.
Extended family: Well, they exist. I've never subscribed to the idea that you've got to love someone just because they're distantly related to you. I like to think being considered family has to be earned, and absolutely no one in my extended family even comes close.
Other important people: James, Remus, and Pete. Sort of like family, actually. In fact, let's move them up to that first category.
Pets:None. I usually borrow James' owl to send letters home. Or the school ones.
History:

Remus often forgets the life he had before he was bitten. It was simple, and typical, and happy, though it was certainly not perfect. He was a child then, unaware of the depths of despair achievable in the big wide world outside. His father had given up a lot for his mother, but he loved her dearly. They would fight, inevitably, but they tried their best not to do it in front of the little boy.

Remus displayed the typical signs of magic. At a neighbor's birthday party, he broke the pinata. He was last in line. No one even got to hit it. His parents told him of Hogwarts, and his future seemed pretty set in stone. Seven years of school, a meaningful career, wife, family. The sort of thing all young wizards expect.

Then his dad had somehow offended Fenrir Greyback. And Fenrir Greyback had offended right back, by biting Griffith Lupin's precious baby boy. It would be all too easy for Remus to blame his dad. But he couldn't, not after seven years of happiness. And especially not after the weeks that followed, during which both parents made immeasurable sacrifices. And Remus could also blame Fenrir, but this would involve thinking about him, something he dearly avoided doing. So there was no where left to place the blame, and far too much was left on Remus' own head.

He didn't cry as the doctors tended to his wound. He didn't cry when his aunts, uncles, and cousins all stopped coming by. He didn't cry when his dad sat at the edge of the bed, tearfully explaining to Remus the consequences of the attack. He didn't cry when he saw his parents break down in the hallway of the hospital, and hold on to each other as if for dear life.

He cried when he realized he couldn't go to Hogwarts. He cried when he realized he wouldn't study charms, or potions, or watch Quidditch matches, become Prefect, meet a nice witch, get a respectable job, live happily like his parents had.

By the time the first transformation came, he was out of tears.

Then, Albus Dumbledore knocked on their door, sat down with Remus, treated him as anyone else. Anyone else human. Dumbledore explained his point of view, the logistics of the arrangement, societal barriers, safety issues. And Remus honestly didn't follow any of it. When the wise old man left, his father looked at him, and simply said, "You can go to Hogwarts."

Remus cried again, an indescribable joy sweeping through him. Hogwarts. He was going to Hogwarts.

As that first year approached, excitement turned to fear. Of himself, yes, but mostly of others. Of being ostracized. On the train he met James, Sirius, and Peter, and they all became fast friends. But that first year, he lived in constant fear, of them finding out, declaring him a monster, driving him away. Every time they laughed together, Remus felt that tugging in the pit of his stomach.

So that day in second year, when he had found them all on his bed, looking quite serious, one can only imagine the onslaught of emotions he felt. But they were all soon irrelevant, when he realized he had the best four friends in the whole entire world that any twelve year old could ask for.

He had found it, the life that motherfucker Fenrir Greyback had ripped away from him. Finally able to direct the blame at it's proper source, he gained just a bit more freedom.

So that's where you'll find fifteen year old Remus. Confused, conflicted, struggling. Captive to something he can't control.
And, quite often, blissfully happy.

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Edited by cait, Jul 18 2009, 11:52 AM.
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Since he's such an important character, I'll wait on Spider's Ok as well before I move this into the 'accepted' pile.

But you have my vote. (Bastard. I was in the middle of working on his profile... but yours is much better than mine!)
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Okay. Here's the thing.

I'm not seeing anything wrong with the application (except for the fact that Sirius is apparently not as important to Remus as Remus himself is!).

But I've been thinking about it all night, and I don't think you should be playing Remus because you already have Lily.

The reasoning is the same as why someone who already has a Marauder shouldn't play Remus.

First of all, Lily is a rather major character. Of course, in this roleplay, other characters are coming to the forefront as main characters, but Lily has established storyline plot points (James/Lily/Snape triangle). Remus is also a rather major character.

In addition... it is not too far of a stretch to see Lily and Remus as good friends, even though she doesn't like the rest of the Marauders. They are the two 5th year prefects, after all, both studious and respectful of others as humans. Playing both Lily and Remus would create a lot of situations for... I don't want to say self-cest, but, you know. You playing with yourself. It would probably result in the Lily/Remus relationship not really being explored, because monologuing in a roleplay isn't very fun.

So... I'm going to say no. And I'm sorry. Probably should have thought of all of this earlier.
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I understand! I thought of that too, about halfway through the app =]
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^_^ Okay. I'll move this to expired apps, then, and let's hope we get another one.
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