Post by Fenrir Greyback on Jun 20, 2023 2:14:20 GMT
this is how legends are made
VITAL INFO
Character Name: Fenrir Greyback [given name: Andre Travers]
Date of birth: April 7, 1940
Age: 38
Father: Nicolas Travers [Ravenclaw graduate, deceased, aged 40, 1956]
Mother: Kaia Travers [muggle, deceased, aged 41, 1956]
Siblings: Laila & Lucas Travers [deceased, aged 13, 1956]
Bloodline: halfblood
Back Story
Andre Travers was a restless child. Curious, testing, deceitful, quick with a cruel joke or to prompt his siblings to take risks they were too young to know better than to take - restless. Life wasn't meant to be as ordinary as it appeared his was to become. Raised in a small village, the eldest of three, a halfblood wizard who wasn't allowed at their primary school more often than he was - he was biding his time until an escape. The means of such an escape were out of reach, but as a boy, he imagined the freedom of adulthood was to play by his own rules and no longer be penalized. He kept worse company at Hogwarts than he had in their muggle village, and his housemates could fight back, even if none of them fought fair. And that was what he enjoyed, Andre found - dirty fights and competition made him learn faster than anything, and while he earned many detentions, menial work gave his mind the quiet time it needed to plot his next move.
As years went on, Andre noticed more and more just how uneasy his parents were around him when he was home for the holidays, and he reveled in it. Was it because that, even as a teen, he towered over the little muggle woman who birthed him? Or the reports that came home in which his "foul" deeds were recorded, with concerns from his professors at his lack of remorse? He could make them jump with the silent way he appeared in a room, and laughed as he looked down on his father as the man held onto his wand for dear life, knowing he would never dare use it against his eldest son. He wasn't home often over the holidays, preferring to stay late into the night with friends or the odd company found in the likes of Knockturn Alley, and it was on one such night that he took on a dare that would change his life for the better, forever. Rumors of a werewolf locked up below one of the shops, the racket it caused on the full moon nights - like that one - was something of local lore in the underbelly. Upon breaking in, seeing the creature with his own eyes, Andre knew he had to do more than retrieve a tuft of its fur, as had been the price of the dare. No - the creature deserved its freedom, and would receive it. His own safety was overshadowed by the inner pull to shatter its chains, and in the mess of its escape, the boy was bitten.
And reborn, after the bite, after that first moon.
Into a new life, a hard life, but a life that was his. A life that kept to the rhythms of the natural world, that allowed the animal within to thrive, that gave him strength and power above all. After the bite, he felt a new strength within him, purposeful and inspired. He kept the bite from his family and waited for the moon to grow, planning to turn the twins and escape with them into the night. They were the first, but hardly the last, who were too weak to accept the gift. The furious rampage that followed this failure cost the lives of their parents, destruction at their home and the next, and he ran. Reports of the attack and the deaths at the Travers home made the Prophet, missing posters were made by relatives for the only possible survivor, as Andre's body was not recovered at the scene. But the boy was reborn as he awoke in a wood, miles from what had once been his home, and after months without reputable reports, and little affection for the boy to begin with - the posters yellowed, faded, blew away, were tacked over with newer news - and Fenrir laughed whenever passing them by.
With nothing to him but his new name, stolen clothes on his back and boots on his feet and wand in his pocket, the years that should have been his final ones at school were long, and full of far more useful kinds of learning than what his professors could have ever given him. He learned to survive on the streets and in the woods, how to manage through the seasons and live off of the land and, when necessary, scraps; he grew, he fought, he hunted. It was a time of solitude, initially, of rebuilding himself and developing his creed - and then, of building a reputation.
He thrived off of the fear that his new name brought, to those wise enough to know it. Fenrir Greyback, boogeyman of the day, collecting souls and acolytes at the turn of each full moon. The life of a werewolf was superior to that of a muggle or a wizard's - they were nature's boldest creation, they were meant for greater things than the false systems of man, they were above, they would survive the fickle fights of man and take the world by storm in their own time. The men, women, and children he turned - who survived to tell the tale, and accepted their new lives - gave up what they had known and joined him, reborn, in the community they built together in a protected forest grove. They learned to survive, they trained in the ways of the forest and the hunt, they grew far beyond who they had been, what their old lives had limited them to.
But as time passed, Fenrir knew it wasn't enough. They were not yet at a state to bring about the domination he knew they could achieve, if only they had more at their claws. More power, more wolves, more notoriety - more. The promises of the Dark Lord tempted and took him, and Fenrir aligned himself and his pack with a man with as much vision as himself, and more at his disposal. They gained power, wolves, notoriety - and nothing could top the priceless looks on the faces of old classmates as he snarled at them, glorified in his new form.
Men were weak, and none more so than the robed fools at the Ministry. They took him for questioning from time to time in connection with this or that disappearance, taking him for a muggle who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he noted his enemies, made his escapes, and took his revenge. His name and true form were eventually made known to the Ministry, but the Werewolf Capture Unit proved even less adept than his previous "captors."
Being roped in with the Death Eaters is a temporary fix, Fenrir is certain. While his wandwork is proficient to do his duties, he knows he is no match in a duel to the highly trained wizards and witches of the ranks - and they would never best him in hand-to-hand. With wands in hand they hold a power above him, which he has difficulty, to say the least, tolerating. But this time will pass, and it will be worth the sacrifice to come out ahead in this game of man, and move on to the next - where he makes the calls.
APPEARANCE
Height: 6′ 0″
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Style/Other characteristics: Typically unkempt, scruffy; has sharpened his teeth so they remain pointed, even while he isn't transformed; wears the robes of a Death Eater when in their official company; runs hot and is often barefoot and/or under-dressed for the weather
TEMPERAMENT
Primary Motivators: Conquest, Proselytization, Power
Emotional Disposition: Angry, Contemptuous
Moodiness: Labile
Topics of Conversation: Current events [dark ranks, greater world, pack updates and personal progress]
Quirks, Habits, & Oddities: Attention-seeker, exaggerator,
Hobbies & Enjoyments: Training himself and others, evaluating progress through competition - strength, endurance, combat, senses, dueling, survival in their forest and community; holding court; carpentry/building; visiting the she-wolves
CORE TRAITS
Outlook: Distrustful
Integrity: Manipulative
Impulsiveness: Rash
Boldness: Reckless
Flexibility: Rigid
Interactivity: Entertaining, Preaching
Conformity: Rebellious
Sense of Humor: Crude, Mean-spirited
SEXUALITY
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Libido: Healthy
Openness to Sexual Experience: High
Promiscuity: High
MAGIC
Wand: Fir, dragon heartstring, unyielding, 14"
Boggart: Betrayal by a pack-mate
Patronus: Unable to conjure
EDUCATION
House: Slytherin
Time at Hogwarts: 1951-1956 [incomplete]
EMPLOYMENT
Type of Application (Order, Death Eater, or Civilian): Werewolf, Death Eater Sympathizer
Job/Position: Pack Leader, Weapon of Voldemort
How long: Just over 10 years
Qualifications
OTHER
Play By: Tyler Hoechlin
Player Name: Sam
Reference: wiki