GREYBACK, lyconia leticia

[lyconia]

LYCONIA LETICIA GREYBACK ,



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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 ) : Lyconia Leticia Greyback
( NICKNAMES ) : Lyra
( SEX ) : Female
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Pureblood Werewolf
( AGE & DOB ) : Thirty, December 17th
( HOUSE ) : Former Ravenclaw
( AFFILIATION ) : Death Eater Supporter
( OCCUPATION ) : Unemployed
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Primarily heterosexual
( WAND ) : N/A

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
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( LIKES ) : Werewolves, men, sex, alcohol, various drugs, the wilderness, evenings, recklessness
( DISLIKES ) : Children, the sun, cats, heavy odors, formality, most of the Dark Lord’s followers
( STRENGTHS ) : Bold, unafraid, loyal, independent, self-sufficient, instinctive
( WEAKNESSES ) : Intolerant, defiant, reckless, aggressive
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : Fenrir’s death. There is little in the world that Lyconia fears, but the death of her half-brother, and closest friend, would devastate her.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : Her first bite.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : Dimitri refusing to allow her to bite him.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : Living with Dimitri, with him as a werewolf.
( PET PEEVES ) : Rich people, children and infants, hangovers
( PERSONALITY ) : When Lyconia is present, you will most certainly be very aware. She is not an especially loud person, but she encompasses a silent intimidation that demands attention and respect. A fearless young woman, Lyconia is bold in her opinions and nature. She will not hold back or reserve herself out of fear or worry, only for her own benefit in the long run. Raised by a single, werewolf mother in relative poverty, Lyconia grew into a very independent, self-sufficient person. She is extremely resourceful, being able to make the best of a bad situation (though many would not consider this ‘optimism’).

An embracer of her lycanthropy like her mother and brother, Lyconia became a very instinctive person, with many canine-like tendencies. She is not repulsed by relative filth, and she has very little connection to material possession. She has an affinity for tough foods, especially meats, and she is very tuned into her instincts, including her very acute sense of smell. Perhaps the most canine-like trait that Lyconia inherited was her very aggressive nature. Prone to violent outbursts, Lyconia can quickly lose her short temper to a more threatening exterior. It was never something that she tried to harness, and even if she did try, it is unlikely she could ever be tamed. Lyconia is wild, certainly.

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
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( HAIR ) : Medium length, past her shoulders, dark, voluminous, and wavy.
( EYES ) : Large and dark, with long eyelashes.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Lyconia is lean, but with a very athletic build. She has strong arms and legs, with a toned core.
( ATTIRE ) : Lyconia cares very little about what she wears, and her wardrobe consists mostly of what she’s managed to pull together throughout the years (most of it being stolen). Thus, it is a very eclectic mix, with almost no certain style, save for the fact that most of it is quite dark in shade and color.
( DISTINGUISHED ) : Throughout her years biting people, Lyconia has gotten herself into many different scrapes, including those with other werewolves. Without biting during transformation, she unwillingly turns her urge to bite and gnaw on herself, so there are many scars covering her arms and legs. Bruises are littered across her body on any given day.
( PLAY-BY ) : Maggie Gyllenhaal

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
• the history • the history • the history •
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( PARENTS ) :
Mother: Conwenna Greyback, 56, Death Eater supporter, werewolf
Father: Unknown
( SIBLINGS ) : Half-brother: Fenrir Greyback, 32, Death Eater, werewolf
Many other half-siblings with which no contact has been established
( OTHERS ) : Dimitri Levinson, 36, author, neutral
( HISTORY ) : Lyconia Leticia Greyback was born to Conwenna Greyback in the late winter of 1947. Even now, Lyconia does not know the identity of her father, only that he was a werewolf; Conwenna would not associate with anyone less worthy. Lyconia’s mother was very staunch in her beliefs that werewolves were the superior species in the Wizarding World, and as such, Lyconia and her older brother Fenrir were raised around that mindset. Tainted blood was worthy, wizard and witch blood was nothing but common and simple. One can imagine Conwenna’s frustration when her daughter did not show signs of the werewolf genes. At the ripe age of two, Lyconia was bit by her mother, Conwenna viewing the transformation as a blessing of lycanthropy.

Despite their mother’s relative neglect, Fenrir and Lyconia found friendship in one another. Their entire childhood was spent in the company of one another, but not everything was fun, games, wrestling, and bleeding. Conwenna worried little for her children’s wellbeing, so Lyconia and her brother were forced to train themselves to be self-sufficient. Fenrir was larger and more intimidating, so he took to burglary and force quite well. Lyconia was more agile and stealthy, and became a very skilled pickpocket and temptress. Almost everything they owned was stolen, including the food they ate. It was not out of the ordinary for the pair to split a wild rabbit for their meal, however.

When Lyconia was only fourteen and Fenrir sixteen, their mother went off on one of her extended trips, but never returned. Thankfully, the desolate house by an expansive forest where they had grown up was still there to call their own. Though it was their permanent residence, the pair found themselves travelling often for their living. Being relatively uneducated and also discriminated against by the greater majority of the wizarding world severely limited their job opportunities, and their general dislike of witches and wizards left them happier unemployed. That was, until Fenrir met Tom Riddle.

He called himself Lord Voldemort, and he promised them a world of biting and riches. Fenrir seemed to fall under his spell with almost no hesitation; Lyconia, however, was more cautious. Riches were nothing that interested her, and she felt very confident in her ability to find victims every full moon for the rest of her life. What other ulterior motives the Dark Lord had she was still quite uncertain of, and thus decided to remain a supporter. Silently, she supports only her brother, but is quickly labeled as a supporter of the cause in general, for she does share the belief that muggles are unworthy of life, and muggleborns are a particularly disgusting brand of wizard.

When she was nineteen, Lyconia started to engage in dangerous amounts of drinking, and began to use different varieties of muggle and wizarding drugs. It wasn’t as much an escape to her as it was a different way of thinking. Some of her favorite bites were on nights high on cocaine or rolling on ecstasy. This lifestyle led her to meet some very interesting people, other werewolves, and most importantly- Dimitri Levinson.

The pair met in a pub on the wizarding street Knockturn Alley, when he caught Lyconia snatching his wallet from his back pocket. Intrigued by the snappy girl who showed no remorse, instead of reprimanding her, he bought her a drink. The pair sat together in the bar all night talking, curiously chatting back and forth with reckless abandon, not sure what they were out for. After a right many drinks and many hours together, the night came to an end in Dimitri’s apartment with an extension of aggressive, rough sex.

The entire night was a perfect foreshadowing for the developing relationship. He was six years older than she was, but no one would have been able to guess. Dimitri was a freelance author, with an upbringing similar to Lyconia’s (minus the whole ‘werewolf’ bit). She was his new muse, and the pair had an instant connection. Lyconia kept her time with Dimitri a secret from Fenrir, perhaps the single person in the world to whom she considered herself loyal. Though he was a pureblood wizard, he was no werewolf, and at the age of nineteen, Fenrir being twenty one, she was unsure whether or not Fenrir’s beliefs on lovers paralleled Conwenna’s.

Two years passed, and Lyconia and Dimitri continued to see one another, however loosely. Lyconia was still firstly loyal to her brother, and around the time of the full moon she would disappear off with him for a few days. Sometimes, she just needed time alone, and took to wandering where she pleased. This became normal for Dimitri, who missed her in her absence, but knew her time with him made the unstable relationship worth it. Lyconia, however, was having difficulty with it herself.

Fenrir had gone and fallen in love with a muggleborn, perhaps the worst situation she could have imagined. It was difficult for her to see Sarah as anything but completely revolting- besides, she was much too cheery for Lyconia’s tastes. Desperate to try and save her brother from his predicament, she began to spin truths, and soon, found herself spinning lies. It broke her heart, having to do such a thing to her brother, but it was necessary. Soon, the guilt of hypocrisy was upon her. How could she chastise her brother for his relationship when she was seeing a wizard herself? True, he was a pureblood and she was a mudblood, but it plagued her all the same.

The conversation with Dimitri didn’t go as well as she’d hoped. He’d always known that she wanted him to become a werewolf like her, what with the consistent teasing about his sickeningly pure blood and too-clean smell. It was something that he struggled with, however. He was completely in love with Lyconia, even though their relationship was extremely unorthodox. Undergoing a lifestyle change that effected his health and status in the wizarding world, however, was something he was unsure of. He wasn’t sure he was ready, or if he would ever be.

Lyconia couldn’t believe him. She had a very short fuse, and many of these discussions turned into fiery matches of strength. Dimitri was strong, but she matched him with her agility and refusal to hold back. She’d scratch at him, and even made a few attempts to bite him. Once ceased, these very lethal fights would turn to screaming matches, and would either result in Lyconia storming out of the apartment or the pair engaging in extremely memorable, violent sex. They were in love, through thick and thin. That was for sure.

Now twenty-six, Lyconia’s relationship with Dimitri has started to dwindle. Every so often, they rekindle the fire from their immediate youth, but Lyconia cannot get over the fact that Dimitri still refuses to be a werewolf. There were some nights she came so close to convincing him, but something always held him back. She has recently given him an ultimatum: he has until the end of the month to decide. Become a werewolf, and she promised him eternal faithfulness, including marriage if he so wished. Refuse, and she would remove herself from his life forever.

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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 ) : Jiggy
( AGE ) : Nineteen
( EXPERIENCE ) : Much longer than I’d like to admit.
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( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) : can be of any quality or quantity, and from any site genre you wish.

The day seemed to drag by. Looking at his watch every fifteen minutes probably hurt rather than helped, as it made time seem to move by like molasses. Something that definitely hurt without a shred of doubt was the fact that Thursdays were days spent at his desk, rather than out and about looking through tombs, lost ruins, and other magnificent findings. No, Thursdays were spent writing and documenting, writing and documenting. So, not only did he have to wait until five o’clock to leave from work for the train station, but he was cooped up in his ministry cubicle, a fresh pile of paperwork forced upon him. Finally, after a long day of writing and losing focus, when he checked his watch for what felt like the thousandth time, it was five minutes to five. He’d never packed up his desk faster.

Cindy was coming home for her summer break, the Quidditch season having just ended. Montrose had a wonderful season, winning the greater majority of their games, even making it to the semi-finals of the Quidditch cup. However, the final match had just ended (and a gleeful Wimbourne took the cup home), signaling the end of the season until September. She’d be back for a solid month before disappearing back to Montrose and the rest of the world, where she’d fly and practice with the Magpies.

This meant many things for Francis McLaggen, many of them he wasn’t ready to deal with yet. They’d owled each other all season, and he’d stopped in at Montrose at least once a month, taking her out for coffee, dinner, or some other fun adventure that only required smiles. He kept every letter and ticket, why? Well, he’d sort of realized he was in love with Cindy Wood.

It had been a long time coming, for sure. They’d been best friends since their second year in Hogwarts, and friendly for even first year. That’s a full seven years spent in her company. Even though he didn’t know it then, he’d always had feelings for her. He’d just decided to be a completely a**hole and sleep with each pair of legs that walked by. After things ended with Kimberly because it was obvious to him that the only person he could legitimately see himself with was Cindy, the two started spending curious amounts of time together. There was never any verbal admittance of feelings though, which started to put extra pressure on his shoulders. He really needed to make the first move, didn’t he? They were already completely comfortable around each other (they always had been), he just needed to break down that final barrier. And he was going to do it this month. He had to.

He apparated right in front of the entrance to 9¾, out of habit mostly, completely disregarding the danger in doing so. After shrugging off a couple blank stares from muggles who were telling themselves that they were just seeing things, he headed off down the platform, in search of platform two. He could feel a silent excitement pulsing through his veins, an unavoidable twitch of a smile tugging at his lips. As he reached the platform, he dug his hands into his pockets, feeling the little velvet box he’d taken to carrying around burning against his hand.

Yeah, he was going to do it this month. This was the time. It was all going to work out, right? It was all going to work out.

TAGS: Cindy Wood
WORDS: 580
NOTES: D’AWWWW I CAN’T WAIT MRAHHH.

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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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Dear Ms. Greyback,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Through Undead Eyes. Please find enclosed a list of all steps you should take now that you've been accepted.

Yours sincerely,
Marissa
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