LUPIN, remus john [wip]

[remus]

REMUS JOHN LUPIN ,

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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
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( FULL NAME ) : remus john lupin.
( NICKNAMES ) : rem, remmy, lupin, moony
( SEX ) : male.
( BLOOD TYPE ) : half-blood
( AGE & DOB ) : march 10th, 1960
( YEAR ) : 7th
( HOUSE ) : gryffindor.
( AFFILIATION ) : order member.
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : bisexual
( WAND ) : dragon heartstring, linden, 13"

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) : forests, magic, pretty girls, handsome men, studying, research, jokes, the library, whiskey, causing trouble, playing pranks on Slytherins.
( DISLIKES ) : being a werewolf, fenrir greyback, full moons, being discovered as a werewolf, potions, Severus Snape, Sirius being a complete moron, forgetting homework, bragging, James' constant love fests with Lily Evans, lectures, Lily Evans (sometimes).
( STRENGTHS ) : loyal, emotionally strong, thoughtful, clever, sneaky, intellegent,serious.
( WEAKNESSES ) : bottles up anger, quick to judge, easily discouraged, perfectionist to the extreme, werewolf.
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : full moon.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : Remus' best memory would probably be when he entered Hogwarts. It showed that he could do it and despite being a werewolf he had just as much of a right to be there.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : Remus' worst memory would be when he was bitten by Fenrir Greyback.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : for werewolves like himself to be accepted into society.
( PET PEEVES ) : getting lost, feeling fear, things going wrong, forgetting things, full moons.

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) : hair length, color, style, how it is usually worn, how your character feels about it, etc.
( EYES ) : eye color, shape, eyelashes, feelings on them, etc.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : details for nose, cheeks, chin, etc.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : lanky or muscular? how much your character generally weighs, their approximate height, their muscle content, etc.
( ATTIRE ) : what they generally wear.
( SUMMARY ) : summarize your character's appearance. at least one paragraph.
( PLAY-BY ) : gaspard ulliel.

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
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( PARENTS ) : names, ages, professions, relationship, etc.
( SIBLINGS ) : names, ages, relationship, house, etc.
( OTHERS ) : any other important family members such as aunts, uncles, cousins, or grandparents.
( HISTORY ) : your character's history. two paragraphs at the very least.

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
• the handler • the handler • the handler •
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( ALIAS ) : sam, but i go by a shortened version of my middle name, cace
( AGE ) : sixteen
( EXPERIENCE ) : four years, one of which was of crap, the others semi-well.
( CONTACT INFO ) : msn - [e-mail] (made when I was ten, bleck.)
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : CAUTION 2.0
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) : can be of any quality or quantity, and from any site genre you wish.

The tea was hot in the mugs in her hand and the smell wafted up to her nose. The girl sat in the booth near the window as she glanced outside of the bistro. Her classes were finished for the day and her heart was heavy as she sat drinking her tea. Normally she'd be sitting outside on campus of the school or be experimenting wiht her powers in the gym or something. She usually would be hanging out with friends that she didn't know much about but had a good time with and could be oblivious to what happened outside in her life with her family - both birth and adoptive. But today was harder, today was the day that she had been adopted nine years ago when she was nine years old. The girl tucked a piece of loose brown hair behind her ear and took a sip of the herbal tea, the flavor was slightly bitter to her tastebuds but she ignored it as she took another long sip and the rested it on the table, hands a small bit less shaky than before. Damnit, she was flourishing now - a girl with friends and a good life at her new school, parents sending her care packages and money from their home back in Texas yet the devils from Maine still haunted her in whatever she did. She had nearly had a breakdown the other day because a guy in her class had raised his hand high and swung it near her face - it had all been in good fun, but it had caused a round of nightmares of being six and her father's fist swinging at her for not cleaning up her dolls. She frowned and ran her fingers through her hair as she grumbled something unintelligble under her breath. An untouched sandwich and bowl of soup sat on the plate in front of her, brought by a young waitress ten minutes earlier. She couldn't bring herself to eat it even if hunger nagged at her stomach. When she was stressed her stomach could yell but she rarely noticed it. Her therapist when she was young said it was like her cutting when she was young, feeling power over being stressed and using the pain to take her mind off things, but she still thought it was bullshit.

Ailise Fallyn Ryan sighed as she ran her fingers over the scars on her wrist under her cardigan. She kept them hidden under long sleeves most of the time, even if they were getting so faded that unless you really looked or ran your fingers on her skin that you wouldn't notice them, but it was more a paranoid thing. She had been so used to hiding them when she did cut, that when she stopped she had a habit of hiding the scars. It had been over a year since the last time she took a razor to her skin with the intentions to cut herself, but the scars still stayed on her skin and she never stopped regreting it. Damnit, the abuse victim had let it get to her and cut herself to feel better, like they all did. Ailise had prided herself in being so strong but it seemed as she had been crumbling at the seams. When she had been invited to Marx Institute it had been a blessing, a new start. Granted, she could have gone earlier in her teens, arriving as a junior with strong but uncontrolled powers who had lived with humans since she was nine and had no instruction on how to even stop throwing things around with her mind. Puberty had been a bitch for her Mom -her adoptive parents had always been her real Mom and Dad-, because she had been hormonal and her powers had come in at full power then, the number of broken objects from being flung around with her mind had reached into the hundreds at least, and that was only in those few years. A small smile reached her face as she remembered the first time her parents had seen her powers, at twelve she had been hiding them for a few years, but her mother had noticed her moving the bookshelf with her mind to grab a piece of paper that had fallen underneath it - damn, her mother had been shocked. She had fainted then and there, and when she came to she was completely flabbergasted. Apparently, Ailise had been good at hiding it from her - good even in the few months she was pretty unstable when they first had her. Either way, she was much happier that she had let her see, because during puberty them knowing would have been inevitible, hormones had made her lash out and she had the whole moving-items-mind thing, so when she was angry - everything nearby found out.

She chuckled through her teeth as she took another sip of tea and brought the plate closer to her, allowing herself to pick up the piece of the sandwich and took a bite of it. She'd give the chef that it was good, but it hardly helped the churning in her stomach from the stress that today's date brought. Every year she had always been a bit nervous and skittish today - her past catching up with her. Now being eighteen and surrounded with pressure and stress, it was just as bad as it had been the first time. And she was in the same situation as the last time, too. Sitting alone in a bistro with nobody looking for her and the nausea that liked to creep up on her unaware. She frowned and took another bite of her food, shaking off her depressing thoughts as she grabbed a notebook from her bag that sat next to her, flipping it open to a new page and clicking open the pen with her finger. A small smile wormed onto her fcae as se glanced at the blank page of her notebook. This was one for strictly art and the pages held pictures of many things - lately her themes had been gearing towards wildlife, though, so she was sure the last few would have some animal thing or something. Ailise rarely looked back at her past works unless she wasn't finished with it. She wasn't shy with her drawings, not at all, she'd give anyone this notebook in a heartbeat if the asked, but she just never felt the need to. She liked to focus on the present over the future. She moved the plate away from her without glancing up or sing her hands, focusing the familliar mental power that she had been better and better at using. The pen worked over the paper as she started to sketch the outline for a familliar animal that she had seen outside on campus - a simple raccoon that must have gotten lost or something, but it had been roaming in daytime and she had impritned the picture in her brain so she could later draw it.

Ailise sighed and ran her fingers through her hair as she glanced back at the window, wondering where everyone else was and missing company in the smallest bit.

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"WEIRDOS, THAT'S WHAT YOU TWO ARE.
IT'S GOOD YOU'RE BEING SEPARATED FROM NORMAL PEOPLE."
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heyyy. this application was made by salinaa! of caution 2.0.
don't steal or she'll come to you in the middle of the night and
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all, what roleplaying is really all about in the long run. <3

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[lily meredith evans]

Dear Mr. Lupin,

We are sorry to inform you that you have been denied into Through Undead Eyes. This application will be locked and moved. If you wish to redo it, pm a staff member, and they will move it for you again. From the day they move it, you have three days to fix it back up. If you fail again, repeat the steps. After the third 'denied', the application will be locked and never again will it be opened back up.

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