Fenrir Greyback takes what he wants. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _greyback_) wrote,@ 2013-06-24 01:47:00 |
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 { Fenrir Greyback Sempiternus raptus est... Blutige Rache, Verrat und Raub, Asche zu Asche, Staub zu Staub! | |
NICKNAMES: Wolf or Greyback. Anything else will get you killed. AGE | DOB: 46 | January 3, 1952 HOGWARTS HOUSE | YEAR: Ravenclaw. Began in 1963, Dropped out in 1964 BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood: both parents were half-blood RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Fenrir takes what he wants. SEXUALITY: The pleasure Fenrir gets out of sex has little to do with attraction and much to do with power, control, and manipulation. He takes what he wants from people that he wants to break, regardless of gender. Occasionally this results in him ripping through flesh with his teeth in his moment of climax, but not alwayBs. OCCUPATION: Hunter of animals and treasure. And bounty. LOCATION: Fenrir has no set location. He is a nomad. He does have a "hideaway," which is an underground burrow located in the woods. He refuses to divulge it's exact coordinates.  FAMILY BACKGROUND: MOTHER: Ayla Polat FATHER: Egemen Polat SISTER Feray Polat GREAT-AUNT Josephine Gale Kurt nursed from his mother far longer than most boys do. At two years old, he was still likely to drink his mother's milk rather than take a bottle. This changed when his little sister, Feray, was born. Ever since the moment he laid eyes on his little sister, Kurt felt a sense of resentment. She had come between him and his mother, and that was very difficult for the young boy to understand. His father was a strict man, not afraid to use his fists or belt to get his point across. He often scolded his wife for babying his son, and occasionally, during the long fights between closed doors, Kurt would hear his father hit his mother. Forced to listen to his mother's sobs from behind closed doors, his hatred for his father built steadily. Feray was the golden child. Sweet, innocent, always happy. Much as he wanted to hate her, she so clearly looked up to her older brother that Kurt found it too difficult. She would often shadow him about the house, copying his motions and trying to be tough like him. At six years old, Kurt lost his family. He was sent to live with his Great-Aunt Josephine Gale. She was an old woman, nearly as strict as Kurt's father. She resented having to take care of the boy, and did little to hide the truth. She made sure that Kurt knew that he was a 'bad little boy,' and seldom had a kind word to praise him. | physical appearance Dunkle Wolken und finstere Gedanken, die Vollmondnacht zerbricht meine Schranken. _______________________________  Kurt was always a big boy. His Great-Aunt always nagged that he nearly killed his mother during his birth, having been so large that they had to cut him out. He has never been a stranger to manual labor, and often worked out as a form of solace, even at a young age. He was an avid runner, and jogged for miles every day. He is so tall that he often towers over others, and his shoulders are so broad that it is difficult to find clothing that fits him without feeling stretched. His appearance changed considerably when he became a werewolf. He adapted to a more feral lifestyle, and rarely bothered with the ideals of society. His clothes were things that he often fashioned himself out of animal pelts or crude materials. Occasionally he would steal from the bodies of people he killed or maimed. He has a taste for jewelry, especially rings. He often wraps his arms and calves in leather to aide in supporting his muscles. Whenever possible, he prefers to go bare-chested. This is both cooler, and allows him to show off his many scars. He has scars from both his transformations and combat alike. For a time, Fenrir ran with a pack of wolves, and part of that lifestyle meant fights, often to the death. He has never lost a battle, but sports a number of vicious scars all over his body. The largest are gashes over his shoulders, but he also has several wide scars on his back, chest, and face. Fenrir has also become quite fond of tattoos and body art. He decorates his body in ways that many might consider to be mutilating. He rarely brushes his hair, and generally bathes only in streams or bodies of water. He does not use soap, and often smells of the woods, blood, and sweat. He often wears his long hair loose, but occasionally ties it back, especially when hunting. He also occasionally ties his facial hair to keep it from getting in his way. His teeth reflect his eating habits, and he often sharpens them by chewing on animal bones. They are sharp enough to tear into flesh, human and animal alike, even when he is not in a transformed state. One of his most noticeable features is the shape of his eyebrows. They are highly arched, and he has scars through each of them that separate them into two different pieces over each eye. These scars were self inflicted, and Fenrir believes them to make his eyes more piercing and frightening.  |
personality Hab Acht wenn ganz sacht in der Nacht meine Glut entfacht und der Jäger in mir erwacht! _______________________________ Kurt was sorted into Ravenclaw for his love of learning. Had he not undergone his werewolf experience, he may have turned out alright. Even from a very young age, he was a very quiet and studious boy. Some might have even said he was too quiet. He had always had a difficult time relating to others on an emotional level. His apparent lack of feeling often frightened his fellow students. Nothing seemed to anger or get a rise out of him. When more popular students teased him about being an orphan, he did not get upset. He could often be caught simply watching others. Boys complained that he was giving them a death stare, while girls felt naked under his gaze. Very few have ever heard him laugh in good humor. His intelligence was nearly unmatched, receiving perfect scores in nearly every subject. Kurt was one of the first in his class to successfully cast full spells, having mastered basic skills even before beginning his classes. He only spoke out in class when called on, but could give the most intricate answers. His academic progress often intimidated and frustrated teachers and students alike. After being bitten, his personality underwent an intense metamorphosis. Werewolf transformations were both phsyically and emotionally painful, and he lacked the ability to process and deal with his emotions in a sensible way. Although he rarely expressed his pain, a ferocious anger was burning deep within. Bursts of rage were extremely rare for him, and he instead expressed this through cold and calculated violence. Fenrir's sense of humor is deeply sarcastic. His greatest level of joy comes from being in a position of total dominance and control (mentally, emotionally, or physically). He possesses a level of patience that is almost obscene. He never takes an insult lightly, and although he is likely to walk away at first, he is likely return to return during the full moon to take his revenge. Relationships for Fenrir are very difficult. There are few he will call an acquaintance, and fewer still that he would call a friend. He possesses a level of resentment for all wizards, even those he is on good enough terms with. Fenrir tolerates outcasts better than he tolerates successful individuals, and keeps a keen interest in each and every person that he has turned. Ravenclaws born under the sign of Capricorn excel at their studies, because they have both a love of knowledge for its own sake and a deep desire to use that knowledge to gain prestige or authority. They are disciplined students with acute perception and shrewd minds; they might take a little longer to reach conclusions than their peers, but their conclusions tend to be more well thought out and thorough. They have dry, ironic wit and are fond of making subtle jokes that only those blessed with intelligence and perception can understand. There's not much that these wizards miss; they usually know what is going on long before anybody else does. [From here] |  ‹‹ Although Fenrir has had sex with both men and women, he does not consider himself bisexual. In fact he does not consider himself sexual at all. His conquests are often victims rather than partners, although on the rare occasion he has seduced someone at a bar. His method for doing this consists almost entirely of silence, and he has found that few are able to resist the mystery and thrill of such a dangerous opportunity. It is all about control for him, and psychological control is something he finds challenging and enjoyable. ‹‹ Despite having not finished his education at Hogwarts, Fenrir is skilled in many different forms of complicated magic, including Dark, Wandless, and wordless magic. His passion for learning allowed him to study these things on his own time. He is also skilled in various languages, most of which he picked up during his travels, later perfecting them by textbook. ‹‹ Fenrir has a deep love for the arts. He will not flaunt it, but he loves to sketch, and also to write prose and poetry. His favorite subject matters are usually dark. Some of his favorite artists include Sylvia Plath, Edgar Alan Poe, and Hieronymus Bosch. ‹‹ Fenrir has never allowed a female victim to live. He has bitten a number of male victims, and although he has killed a few of them, more often than not he prefers to let them live as werewolves. However, he sees no use for a female werewolf, and considers it a kindness to put his female victims out of their misery. ‹‹ Fenrir secretly enjoys dance. He once traveled to Argentina, where he learned the art of social tango. He fell in love with the dance form because it requires no words and no form of commitment with his partners. It is one of the few ways he seems to be capable of expressing himself peacefully. Argentina became a place of peace for them, and although he often travels to re-visit, he refuses to be in the country during the full moon. ‹‹ All but one day of the month, Fenrir's weapon of choice when it comes to hunting is a crossbow. However, he has also been known to use daggers, a scythe, or even a spear. He will occasionally fish, but generally uses only his hands. He tends not to cook his game, and has a taste and stomach for raw, bloody meat.  |
biography n mir kommt die Gier auf Getier, dass ich massakrier. Spür diese Lust auf Blut jetzt und hier. _______________________________ When Kurt Polat was six years old, robbers broke into the Polat family's country home in the middle of the night. The family was rounded up and forced into the living room, where they demanded to be told where the family's valuables were kept. Egemen refused, but when he stood up to defend his family, was shot. But it didn't stop there. The robbers tied the children to the kitchen table by their wrists, and forcefully took their mother, forcing her to show them where the valuables were. She lead them into the bedroom. Feray screamed and cried for her mother, but Kurt could only stare at his bleeding father, fascinated and relieved at the sight of the blood pouring out of his father's head as he listened to the screams and cries of his mother and sister. When the robbers returned, his mother's clothes were torn. Kurt did not understand what had happened, but was angry that they had made his mother cry. One of the robbers, a larger one, gave him a cruel smile. "Choose," he told the young Kurt. "Your mother or your sister. Which one would you like to die? " At first, Kurt could not choose. Both women were snatched up, and when the robbers moved to kill both women, Kurt cried out, begging them to kill his little sister. Not a few days later, Kurt's mother killed herself. Kurt was found wandering along a country road and picked up by authorities. When questioned, he could not remember anything that had happened or who he was. He was sent to live with his legal guarding, his Great-Aunt Josephine. She was a hard and cold woman, much like Kurt's father, and found it difficult to find any love or patience for the recently orphaned boy. Kurt had trouble adjusting to his new life. He had no memory whatsoever of what had happened to his family, and although his Aunt made no effort to keep it a secret from him, her explanations of what had happened (incorrect though they may be), did not jog any memories for him. He began having troubles in school, as he was unable to relate to the other children in his class. He occasionally woke up screaming in the middle of the night, but could never remember the nightmares. Once or twice he even wet the bed, which he was severely punished for. Kurt began to spend more time outdoors, and seemed to enjoy the company of animals. In particular, he seemed to love his neighbor's cat. One day, signs went up all over town for a missing red and orange tabby cat. Kurt seemed interested, and helped search for the cat. However, all along he knew where thSe cat was. As it turned out, the cat had scratched him, and in a sudden burst of rage, he'd snapped it's neck. The cat was buried in his back yard under small arrangement of garden rocks. Eventually, the neighbors determined that the cat had run away for good, and Kurt was most pleased that he was able to get away with his crime, even if it had been unintentional. He was faintly surprised about having gotten a letter to Hogwarts at eleven. He'd nearly forgotten about magic, as his Aunt lived as a muggle. She couldn't seem to hide her enthusiasm about Kurt going off to Hogwarts, where he was sorted into Ravenclaw. He actually made quite a decent student, and spent long hours in the library studying. He had no interest in extracurricular activities, and generally kept to himself. When students teased him, he often lost his temper, and was not above attacking with either his fists or wand. When given detention, he often threw violent fits, to the point where prefects and professors alike were afraid to attempt to punish him. Over the summer after his first year at school, Kurt got into a fight with his Great Aunt that lead to his running away. Determined that he could live on his own, he spent more than a week and a half in the woods without realizing that anyone might be out looking for him. Eventually, he got the hang of what he was doing, and it began to feel easy. As he traveled further and further away from society, he began to grow careless and even cocky. He stopped climbing trees to sleep, and allowed himself to build fires in order to keep warm at night. This lead to trouble. On the night of a full-moon, a carelessly sleeping Kurt lay right in the path of a hungry werewolf. He barely survived the incident, and was badly scarred. He lay, practically bleeding to death, in the wood for three days before a hunter found him, racked with fever and crying out in a delirious sleep for his mother. Despite intense, fevered dreams, his memory did not return to hm, and he became infuriated by the haunted sounds of screaming in his dreams. Kurt spent two and a half weeks recovering in St. Mungo's. When he learned of his newly diagnosed lycanthropy, he fell into a violent rage, throwing hospital beds and supplies and pinning a nurse against a wall. He threatened to bite her, and it took being stunned by a well-trained specialist to restrain him. All too quickly did Kurt realize what his new state of being meant. His Great-Aunt immediately disowned him, refusing to even visit at St. Mungo's. The Healers at St. Mungo's seemed terrified fo him, and no one had any advice for him about where to go or what to do. An administrator informed him that Hogwarts had been informed of his threatening condition, and Kurt knew that he could never return. Only twelve, Kurt went on the run. Rage boiled inside him, feeling shunned by wizarding society. Having always been an avid reader, he followed instinct and fled to the Ukraine in search of the ancient Neuri tribe along the banks of the Dnestr river. It was nearly eight months before he found the pack, and another four before they were willing to accept them into their fold. At thirteen years old, he was not the youngest wolf, but certainly the most rebellious. Upon being accepted amongst the Neuri, Kurt shed his former human identity, adopting the name Fenrir Greyback, which was placed upon him by the Alpha wolf within the tribe. The Neuri were a group of nomadic people that had shunned the values of human society. They traveled and hunted as a pack, and once a month devastated the countryside as a pack of wolves. Although he'd come to the Ukraine seeking acceptance, Fenrir struggled with the structure and having to yield to the greater wolves of his tribe. Though fighting was a common practice in the lifestyle of the wolf society, Fenrir seemed to cause more unrest within the group than others. He struggled with the concepts of sharing his game, and often felt enticed to raid human villages during the full moon, where the Neuri generally avoided society as a whole in order to prevent bounty hunters from seeking out their tribe. Wherever he went, Fenrir seemed to bring trouble, and it wasn't long before he was driven out by the very people he had expected to embrace him for who he was. His return to England, the place where he'd spent most of his life living with his Great-Aunt, was full of ferocity and anger. Fourteen-year-old Fenrir returned to the humble home he'd shared with her, demanding that she let him stay. Angered by her refusal, Fenrir swore revenge. Josephine Gale became his first premeditated victim, when he returned to her home just before the rise of the nearest full moon. Her body was torn to shreds, and the first whispers of the violent Fenrir Greyback began. It is important that she was his first victim. In her house remained the last few items that Fenrir wanted to take with him - his trunk from Hogwarts which included spell-books, his wand, and the last few memories of the family he couldn't remember. With those things in hand, Fenrir set out to become untraceable, never remaining in one place for too long, lest he get caught by Aurors or even Muggle Police for his crimes. That year in particular, Fenrir was particularly ferocious, killing and maiming anyone that offended him, simply by using his transformation to his advantage. One of these victims was a six year old boy - Remus Lupin - who fell victim simply because Fenrir felt insulted by something the boy's father had said. Fenrir continued to live a nomadic lifestyle, constantly traveling, hunting, and studying as he moved. Although he'd created an underground den that he could nearly call home, he rarely spent time in it except during the day. Fenrir often hunted at night, sleeping on a dank, putrid mattress when the sun was out. When he wasn't up for hunting, he spent long hours in his den reading. Often, he would travel, leaving his den behind for days or even months. Although he'd expected that he would eventually find comfort in this lifestyle, his anger towards the wizarding society only grew. Having shunned society for years, Fenrir barely noticed when the war began. In fact, he might never have noticed if Drath Eaters hadn't come to him first. For years, Fenrir had been taking victims and making them part of his own pack. He bred his pack full of hostility, instilling the belief that the wizarding society had no place for werewolves. Many said that he was building on army and planned to attack. Fenrir couldn't care less about blood purity. The fear of vengeful werewolves was very attractive to Voldemort, but the Wolf refused to serve someone who would shun him. Instead of taking the Dark Mark, Fenrir agreed to lend his 'services' for significant reward. There was no hard proof of his allegiance to Voldemort. When Voldemort was defeated, the entire pack denied willingness to serve anyone other than their own interests. Many of them scattered or disappeared when their loyalty was questioned. Even Fenrir made himself scarce for the next several years. However, he quickly went back to his old ways. Today, Fenrir leads a mostly solitary lifestyle. While some members of his pack have moved on, many still follow quite loyally. During most of the month they will hunt together, spar together, and provide each other with a limited sense of companionship. When the full moon is out, many times they rely on one another to keep from attacking innocents. However, Fenrir often allows his instincts to guide him, and a certain amount of bloodshed often calms his nerves.  | |
writing sample Please choose one of the following scenarios and write a 100-250 word first person POV journal entry in the voice of the character you're applying for. ‹‹ About one of the 5 random facts. (A sample of Fenrir's prose) Words like bugs. Thousands. And they mate... forming new species of languages. And cognates. And slangs. They meld with the blur of time. Held by nails to hammer in the complete thoughts. And memories... together in an old mind of rotting wood. The nails connect the track which supports the train of thought. Soon, the bridge of rotting wood will give, and the nails rain down.... and land in haphazard order. Before this occurs, the blue print must be passed on. Or the train, too, will fall into the abyss. If you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you. I see you. | |
A History for Fenrir Greyback @ Afresh RPG:
Juliette Higgs, an old acquaintance, encounters Fenrir while he is hunting
Trisha Stimpson drops her pen near Fenrir's foot while dining at a fancy restaurant.