Post by romulus greyback on Sept 26, 2008 16:18:51 GMT -8
{ THE LIFE AND LOVES OF ROMULUS PIERCE GREYBACK }
so what if you can see the darkest side of me?
no one will ever change this animal I have become
help me believe it's not the real me
somebody help me tame this animal [/i][/color][/font]
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[/b][/color][/font]buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.[/i][/color][/right]
YOUR NAME: chase.
YOUR AGE: seventeen.
HOW YOU FOUND US: some ad.
OTHER CHARACTERS: only Romulus so far.
ANYTHING ELSE?: nah.[/color][/font]
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[/b][/color][/font]til one by one they were gone.[/i][/color][/right]
FULL NAME: Romulus Pierce Greyback.
NICKNAME{S}: Rome.
AGE/YEAR: Twenty one.
BIRTHDAY: March 2nd.
HOUSE: Ex Slytherin.
BLOODLINE/ALLIANCE: Pureblood / The Resistance Society
PET(S): None. [/color][/font]
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GOALS & DREAMS: to make his father proud, to follow in his fathers’ footsteps even if it means being locked away for the rest of his life, to fall in love, & to one day make himself useful
FEARS: his father, his father’s wrath, losing control, losing his father, his temper will get the best of him one day, that he will never be able to live up to his father’s name, flying, & falling in love.
STRENGTHS: never backs down, extremely determined, charming, has a high tolerance for pain, hiding his true emotions, knows his way around weapons, pretty damn good in a fight, at times unpredictable, hard to read, in dependent, focused when the subject interests him, smart, & confident.
WEAKNESSES: paying attention when bored, cooking, says things that he doesn’t mean in the heat of the moment, doesn’t back down, very independent, brutally honest at times, stubborn, sarcastic, unpredictable, cheater, can be selfish, his arrogance, & his pride.
PERSONALITY: sociopath , sardonic , clever , flirtatious , cynical , passionate, nonchalant , vulgar , arrogant , addictive , selfish , ambitious, cutthroat , dishonest , twisted , unloving , confident , headstrong , violent , reckless , closed off , obsessive , compulsive , bad influence , stubborn , brutally honest , hot headed , loyal , shameless , aggressive , angry , belligerent, impulsive , fearless , sexual , opinionated , cocky , dangerous , obstinate , obsessive , determined , charming , manipulative , cold, unfaithful , deadly , notorious , judas.
Now where to start with a youngest son of the infamous Fenrir Greyback? Well first off let’s make it clear that Romulus is exactly like his father and because of that he’s dangerous. Dear old Romulus when he was just thirteen years old was diagnosed with an anti social personality disorder which means he has a few problems. Some of them being; that he has a common disregard for social rules, impulsive behavior, his overly aggressive and violent behavior, inability to tolerate boredom, and his lack of remorse for hurting others. So far that’s only some of it if you wanted to know more then there’s also recurring difficulties with the law, persistent lying or stealing, a tendency to violate the rights of others, substance abuse, a persistent agitated of depressed feeling, inability to make or keep friends, recklessness, and that’s just about it. There might be more but these are the types of things that Romulus goes through on a daily basis. Now while he may take his medication and see a therapist to help him out and give him over this little problem Romulus isn’t actually pro healing. He doesn’t see a problem in himself, he sees his little disorder as merely an excuse. An excuse for him to get away with the things he gets away with on a daily basis. Yeah I know he’s such a charming guy.
Now when it comes down to it Romulus is confident hell for him confident can be a bit of an understatement sometimes. Cause see Romulus has plenty of confidence, he’ll walk into a room head up and held proud cause he knows he could give anyone a good run at a fight and leave them begging like the whiny little bitches they are. Now you would think that the way his father Fenrir was able to get him to be so submissive when he was young would have some long term effect on the boy. Most if they knew would expect him to be quiet and obedient, but that’s far from the truth. The way Fenrir treated him when he was a kid-helped shape him to be the man he is today, although he isn’t one of those guy that lets their confidence get the best of them. Romulus knows when to back down or back off, he may not do it often but if the time were to come where he had to back down or it’ll mean certain death then he’ll back down. But while he may back down that time he will get even later on down the road. Romulus isn’t the live and let live type of guy, he doesn’t sweep things under the rug and he will get even in the end.
Romulus like his father is stubborn, it takes a lot, a hell of a lot to get this boy to change his mind or get him to do something he doesn’t want to do. The only way you could ever force him to do something is going after the people he loves the most and seeing as how the only person in this life that he cares about is his siblings then there’s not a lot of people to go after. It also not that easy to get at them cause their Greybacks themselves, they know how to take care of themselves. But that doesn’t stop Romulus from giving a damn and wanting to help protect them. Romulus watches his siblings backs better then he watches his own back, so good luck trying to get through not only himself but trying to take down his siblings too. But if by some stroke of luck someone is actually able to get in a threat and go through with it then Romulus will back down in an instant, he’ll wag his freaking tail like a puppy to make sure nobody he loves gets hurt. If you try to persuade Romulus to do something he doesn’t want to do it’ll be like talking to a freaking wall except that if you talk long enough you’ll wind up pissing said wall off and getting body slammed into the floor and having your head bashed in by the nearest blunt object. Romulus bottom line doesn’t change his mind easily and it doesn’t matter if anybody supports his actions or not. If they don’t support him then it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t give a damn if you support him or not. He’s hard headed, he’s been controlled for the better part of his life and he’s tired of it and he won’t let it happen again. He’s not about to let anyone else control him, not now not ever.
Yeah it’s impossible to look completely emotionless right? Wrong over the years Romulus has learned how to hide his feelings, he can make himself look completely emotionless, not a single expression in his face, his eyes, or even his body language. When living with Fenrir Greyback fear was not supposed to be in your vocabulary, it didn’t matter that he had been scared shitless of the Dark lord back when he was working for him all that mattered was that his children would grow up fearless. How he knew if his son was scared or not? Even in human form Fenrir could practically smell the fear coming from anybody, he was that in tune with his wolf side. So if he so much as smelt it on his Romulus he would beat the living crap out of him in till he could do the impossible and stop being afraid of anything and everything or in till learned how to hide that fear, to trick his father and hide the fact that his heart was hammering in his cheat and to pretend like nothing surprised him at all. Romulus had to learn how to be stone. Now that Rome is older for him old habits are hard to break, everything that comes in his life Romulus has learned to just let roll off his shoulder. Yes he gets angry, but he chooses to show them that. If he wanted he could keep up the cool calm and collected appearance in till he finally just leapt at them and hit them. He chooses to give them a warning, he chooses to show his anger, because that was the one emotion he was entitled to show. Anger was good fear however was not.
Romulus will never just go out and say it but he wants to change. He wants to feel; he wants to know to know what it feels like to be happy, he wants that he wants to for the first time fall in love. It doesn’t matter if the girl doesn’t love him back cause he could deal with that. An unrequited love is something he could deal with never loving is something he doesn’t want to have to go through for the rest of his life. Yes he loves his family in a way but that’s family love, he wants real love. He wants to look at some girl and get that warm and fuzzy feeling in side; he wants to feel that rush his heat hammering in his chest with just a look from her. He wants to feel alive, cause right about now he’s pretty much dead inside. He has nothing to live for except following in his father’s footsteps, and he wants more. He wants something more in life so it doesn’t matter if he’s not loved back he just wants to love, to actually care about somebody that isn’t family.
Romulus while he’s all of the above can come off as a charming guy, cause again unlike his father he has a smooth personality. Cause while his father may not be able to manipulate a person Romulus definitely can, either by using his looks, charming words, or just doing what he father did and threatening and beating others into doing what he wills. But before he resorts to his favorite little thing called violence he likes to try the easy way first, which is charming them. He does that to make friends too, even though he doesn’t really care for them. See like other people friends are expandable. He’ll let you think he’s you’re friend, hell you might think he’s your best friend but as far as he’s concerned you aren’t and he’ll stab you in the back just for the hell of it sometimes. Romulus doesn’t care about a lot of people and if you’re not one of those people then he couldn’t care if you live or die. If you just so happen to have Romulus consider you a friend then you’re one of the people that he has learned to trust and there are not many of those. He won’t jump in front a bullet for you, but he’ll have your back through most situations. He’ll stick with you through the good and the bad and maybe, just maybe if you become one of those people that he has learned to truly trust then maybe he will risk his neck for you. It’s not like he considers his life all that important anyway.[/color][/font]
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WAND: 11 ½ ” Hornbeam, Runespoor Fang.
PATRONUS: Dingo.
BOGGART: His father Fenrir Greyback.
MIRROR OF ERISED: a women who accepts him despite his personality and his last name
SPECIAL: Werewolf.
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[/b][/color][/font]this is it boys, this is war.[/i][/color][/right]
HAIR COLOR: Black.
EYE COLOR: Brown.
SKIN TONE: Tanned.
BODY BUILD: Athletic / Muscular.
HEIGHT: 6’2”
WEIGHT: 155.
PLAYBY: Milo Ventimiglia. [/color][/font]
{ IT'SALLOVERANDI'MSTANDINGPRETTY}
[/b][/color][/font]in the dust that was a city.[/i][/color][/right]
PARENTS: Fenrir Greyback, 55, werewolf/death eater supporter.
Aimee Greyback, deceased, purebood wizard.
SIBLINGS: greyback, ____ ____, female, twenty three
greyback, ____ ____, female, twenty two
greyback, ____ ____, male, twenty two
greyback, ____ ____, female, twenty one
greyback, ____ ____, female, twenty one
All of them are just half-siblings.
OTHER FAMILY: None that he knows about.
HOMETOWN: London, England.
HISTORY: [working on it now.][/color][/font]
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[/b][/color][/font]ninety nine red balloons go by.[/color][/i][/right]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
It was over, it was finally over and he was thanking god for it. For the past three hours Damien had been forced to spit bullshit about thing’s only his father really cared about. Hell Damien didn’t care about his father and his “friends” half of the people there he had avoided saying anything where he had to remember their names. Actually Damien didn’t even think he knew some of their names the only reason they were really there was because of their name. That was the only thing that mattered to the man. A person’s name didn’t define who they were. Hell look at Damien he bared the Hudson name and that meant he was supposed to be like royalty, he was supposed to be a gentleman. When he grew up people would expect great things from him only to find out that he had kidnapped and raped numerous girls for the night that he used threats and stabs at people’s reputations to always get what he wanted. Hell basically they were going to find out that Damien wasn’t the prince he acted around his parents he was a conniving bastard who took advantage of people’s weak points and used them.
But that was the future and this was the present and right about now Damien was glad he was finally back at Hogwarts. He could never figure out exactly how his father did it, how he got his son to go to these d**n events when everyone knew he hated them. Maybe it was because he had told him it was casual at first. Damien had nothing against wearing what he wanted so he had said yes. That was his mistake the whole casual thing had been a lie and Damien had been pushed into yet another monkey suit. Shit he hated suit’s he wasn’t going to lie he liked the way he looked in them but they were uncomfortable. The whole thing was just plain bad and boring. Basically he was forced into seeing people he hadn’t seen in years who now suddenly had an interest in him. He knew why they were suddenly interested but that didn’t make it better. The reason they were interested was because he was in his final year and they wanted him working for him as soon as he graduated. They wanted a Hudson on board and they wanted his father’s money. Hell whoever got Damien would get the most donations toward the company and more money meant better paychecks for all.
It was over and that was it he didn’t have to think about it anymore. He was away from them and back at the place he preferred to call home. Lifting his hand and loosening up his black tie Damien made his way down toward the common room. He was going to bed cause that way tomorrow would come faster and with tomorrow came another party. He had planned to go to the one happening tonight but he had drunk at the party and he was slightly tipsy. He still had his wits about him but he wasn’t sober enough to find his way to the party by himself. Plus Cole would tell him all the details in the morning, right now he wanted to relax and maybe chill with his snake. He figured no one would be around and he could talk to the animal in peace. It wasn’t everyday that he could just sit back relax with having to be bothered by anything or anyone. Most of the time he was busy picking up chicks, messing with some random girl or another, and causing trouble with Cole. It didn’t seem like he was busy but add in schoolwork, classes, and various shit he had to put up with his father and Damien lived a very busy life.
Stumbling into the common room Damien looked around his eyes resting on a group of third years sitting in the corner. Damien ignored them basically because they were smart. They didn’t look up to see who had entered the room and if they had they had the brain’s to look down before he saw them looking. No Damien wasn’t focused on them he was focused on the girl on the couch. She was resting, actually Damien figured she was sleeping. The shallow breathing gave it away. But it didn’t matter that she was sleeping, what mattered was who she was. For the first time that night Damien gave a f*ck about a name. He didn’t have to ask her for it cause he already knew it. He had gotten it year’s ago back when they were little kids. Yvette Davenport better known as the girl Damien had fell for. Ok he didn’t actually fall for her but he did care for her more then he did most girls. Evey was the one girl he would never hurt emotionally or physically and that was something seeing as how Damien lived to hurt people. But he could never hurt her, cause then knowing her he would lose her. So he kept his temper in check around her and if he ever got really pissed off he walked away. Better to lose the battle then lose her was how he saw it.
Watching from the door as she for a minute slept Damien finally as if snapping from a daze stepped up walking over to the side of the coach next to her. It was the booze that made him do it, or maybe he was doing what his heart wanted. Either way Damien crouching down next to the front of the couch leaned in pressing his lip’s against hers for a light kiss before seconds later breaking it off rather quickly. What the hell was he doing? When they fooled around it was basically to kill time and just fool around. To anyone else it wouldn’t seem like he had crossed a line but Damien felt as if had, and for once in his life he actually felt bad about it. Thing’s like this could give a girl the wrong impression or actually the right impression seeing as how he wanted her, but besides that in the end he would wind up playing with her feelings and they both didn’t need that.
But that was the future and this was the present and right about now Damien was glad he was finally back at Hogwarts. He could never figure out exactly how his father did it, how he got his son to go to these d**n events when everyone knew he hated them. Maybe it was because he had told him it was casual at first. Damien had nothing against wearing what he wanted so he had said yes. That was his mistake the whole casual thing had been a lie and Damien had been pushed into yet another monkey suit. Shit he hated suit’s he wasn’t going to lie he liked the way he looked in them but they were uncomfortable. The whole thing was just plain bad and boring. Basically he was forced into seeing people he hadn’t seen in years who now suddenly had an interest in him. He knew why they were suddenly interested but that didn’t make it better. The reason they were interested was because he was in his final year and they wanted him working for him as soon as he graduated. They wanted a Hudson on board and they wanted his father’s money. Hell whoever got Damien would get the most donations toward the company and more money meant better paychecks for all.
It was over and that was it he didn’t have to think about it anymore. He was away from them and back at the place he preferred to call home. Lifting his hand and loosening up his black tie Damien made his way down toward the common room. He was going to bed cause that way tomorrow would come faster and with tomorrow came another party. He had planned to go to the one happening tonight but he had drunk at the party and he was slightly tipsy. He still had his wits about him but he wasn’t sober enough to find his way to the party by himself. Plus Cole would tell him all the details in the morning, right now he wanted to relax and maybe chill with his snake. He figured no one would be around and he could talk to the animal in peace. It wasn’t everyday that he could just sit back relax with having to be bothered by anything or anyone. Most of the time he was busy picking up chicks, messing with some random girl or another, and causing trouble with Cole. It didn’t seem like he was busy but add in schoolwork, classes, and various shit he had to put up with his father and Damien lived a very busy life.
Stumbling into the common room Damien looked around his eyes resting on a group of third years sitting in the corner. Damien ignored them basically because they were smart. They didn’t look up to see who had entered the room and if they had they had the brain’s to look down before he saw them looking. No Damien wasn’t focused on them he was focused on the girl on the couch. She was resting, actually Damien figured she was sleeping. The shallow breathing gave it away. But it didn’t matter that she was sleeping, what mattered was who she was. For the first time that night Damien gave a f*ck about a name. He didn’t have to ask her for it cause he already knew it. He had gotten it year’s ago back when they were little kids. Yvette Davenport better known as the girl Damien had fell for. Ok he didn’t actually fall for her but he did care for her more then he did most girls. Evey was the one girl he would never hurt emotionally or physically and that was something seeing as how Damien lived to hurt people. But he could never hurt her, cause then knowing her he would lose her. So he kept his temper in check around her and if he ever got really pissed off he walked away. Better to lose the battle then lose her was how he saw it.
Watching from the door as she for a minute slept Damien finally as if snapping from a daze stepped up walking over to the side of the coach next to her. It was the booze that made him do it, or maybe he was doing what his heart wanted. Either way Damien crouching down next to the front of the couch leaned in pressing his lip’s against hers for a light kiss before seconds later breaking it off rather quickly. What the hell was he doing? When they fooled around it was basically to kill time and just fool around. To anyone else it wouldn’t seem like he had crossed a line but Damien felt as if had, and for once in his life he actually felt bad about it. Thing’s like this could give a girl the wrong impression or actually the right impression seeing as how he wanted her, but besides that in the end he would wind up playing with her feelings and they both didn’t need that.
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