Post by ru on Jul 30, 2009 18:21:42 GMT -5
Introducing: DEMETRI OCTAVIUS GREYBACK.
The Basics
Name; Demetri Octavius Greyback
Age; Eighteen
Birthday; October Thirteenth
Gender; Male
Year; Seventh Year
House; Slytherin
Occupation; Student. Works as a bartender sometimes at the Dragon Pub. Death Eater.
Wand; 12 inches, veela core, oakwood
The Outer Layer
Physical Appearance;
Demetri has sandy blond hair with a small hint of brown in it in which he takes after his father. He has a fit structure and a slightly muscular shape. He has a pale colour that adds up to his face and a thin structure. His cheek bones are quite high and his hair is always cut quite short. He has evil gray eyes that would take the knick out of the girls.
The Inner Layer
Patronus; White Wolf
Boggart; His mother
Strengths; Studying, evil, murder
Weaknesses; Full moon, his father, cats
Personality;
He's a snob. He loved being narcissistic. He enjoys pain and endures all the pleasures the world has to offer. He practically worships sex. Sex is his one-way ticket to happiness. He enjoys it. He craves it. He's practically addicted to it. Without the word 'sex', his life wouldn't be complete. He's an evil kind. One of the evil ones, he is. He would never go a day without picking on some first years or hexing a geeky Gryffindor or bullying and hearty Hufflepuff. One word. Cold. He is really cold. Even his atmosphere's practically cold. Although, he loves it and he gets all the girls for it.
The Past
History; Many would say the same for Demetri. Born and raised in a Pure-blood family. Usual. Hates muggles and muggle-borns. Dislikes half-bloods and half-breeds. Thinks only of himself. Well yes, Demetri's partly like that. He was born in the Greyback family. The wolf family. The moon hating family although many would say they liked the dark. He does like the dark although he doesn't make it his habitat.
Demetri was born and raised with high standards. His father wanted him to be the 'perfect son'. Of course, he slightly did turn out to be the 'perfect son' at the end. He had no brothers or sisters, or at least he thought he didn't. He had the perfect life, of course. He loved his life and everything that surrounded it and he couldn't ask for anything more. His life was going great for him. Real great.
At the age of eleven, just like any wizard in the Wizarding world, he had gotten his acceptance letter to Hogwarts where he spent most of his days. He had been sorted into the house of Slytherin and he was seriously proud. He had made many, many evil friends and he by the age of fifteen, he had become the most wanted sex toy in the school. He had done it many girls by the age of sixteen and that was the year he became a Death Eater. A cruel Death Eater. He is now at stage seven and at the moment, he finds his life practically perfect. He was a player and he loved it.
Put You To The Test
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Roleplay Sample;
She closed her eyes shut, continuing to think. But all of a sudden, one eye had opened as she heard the crunching of snow outside. It couldn't of been her parents. They were too busy to come home at this time. She heaved out a low, cold breath. It was just so cold and freezing, She felt as if she were sitting in a igloo with no clothes on, She closed her eyes again. She was just a bit too lazy to get up and see what sort of creature was lurking outside the Lestrange manor. She brushed off her hair from her face. Her hair was getting terribly annoying these days. She glanced at the door in front of her.
Sighing, she pushed herself off of the wall and got herself up. She walked over to the small, circle-shaped bathroom window in the room and glanced outside. It was empty but she could still hear the crunching of snow outside. Her eyes flickered on the snowflakes that kept falling and falling. Slightly smiling she turned around and walked over to the sink, she leaned herself upon it and kept her eyes on the painting of a bunch of flowers in a vase on top of her toilet seat. The smile quickly wore off as she continued hearing the snow breaking apart outside. She decided to explore.
She walked over to the bathroom door and opened it. She walked into her bedroom and made her way into the long, soundless hallways. She began making her way down the narrow staircase. She glanced around the darkness of the Lestrange living room. There wasn't a soul in sight. The sun's rays ricocheted on the furniture, floor and walls that covered the Lestrange living room. It was a beautiful sight but she didn't have time for any beauty at the moment. She walked over to the front door and pushed it open. She glanced around. A cold breeze hit her. She wasn't wearing any warm clothes. She was wearing a black button up shirt and a knee length black skirt with her usual black converse, which her mother and grandmothers dislike her wearing.
She glanced around the yard. Not a soul in sight. She walked outside rubbing her arms, trying to get away from the dreadful cold. She certainly didn't feel like going back upstairs and getting her jacket. She began walking down the path and that was when her eyes clicked on a person walking down the streets, casually glancing at the house. She slightly gulped. Was he some sort of thief or something? Probably not. She walked over to him. "Err, hello," She was an idiot for walking up to a random stranger and beginning a conversation.
