Post by dariusgreyback on Feb 9, 2012 13:50:11 GMT 1
DAREIOUS • SABURO • GREYBACK
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NICKNAMES: Sab, Dare.
GENDER: Male
AGE/D.O.B: 15 and born on October 12th.
HOUSE: Gryffindor.
OCCUPATION: N/A
BLOOD STATUS: muggleborn.
ABILITY: None.
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HAIR: Typically shoulder length and usually dark, but naturally it’s curly. He has been known to have it shorter before now and it’s not always as dark as the day he was born.
EYES: He has quite large eyes and they’re oddly dark. Considering his heritage, it’s not too surprising. They’re usually hidden behind his hair though.
BODY AND HEIGHT: His 6’0” frame is very deceptive. He looks like a strong breeze would pick him up and take him away, but don’t be shocked when he picks you up and sends you flying. He is slender, but still muscular – all the years of self defence have taught him how to use what he has.
DISTINCT MARKINGS: Nothing of note…well, nothing he would show you. There is one running down the length of his spine, but he’s never let anyone see it and would like to keep it that way.
CLOTHING/STYLE: One would say Sab isn’t too bothered about his appearance – he doesn’t seem to put too much effort in to it, but you would be wrong. Sab is really very careful about the way he looks. He has a thing for that look that muggles like to call ‘alternative’. All blazers, skinny jeans and oversized t-shirts. Everything he does it to make him blend in to the background as much as possible. He enjoys being a nobody. His mother gave up trying to change his ways months ago, preferring him to grow out of it naturally. He does still have flashes of times gone by where he was smarter and more elegant – the odd plain white shirt, occasional suit trousers. He has been known to wear the odd necklace and occasional ring, but never when in uniform. He has no desire to bring unnecessary attention to himself.
ANYTHING ELSE: He is rarely called by his first name – Sab is how he is almost universally referred to.
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DISLIKES: The most obvious one is going to be his father and what the man has done to him simply through existing. He also isn’t a huge fan of transfiguration and it shows. It’s not like hae fails – he does enogh to just get a passing mark but that’s it. Also, he’s not a huge fan of British weather it rains far too much in his eyes and the winters are far too cold. He can be quite anti-social, so crowds are not a nice thing in his book. He also despises bullying – he may well be a target of it on a regular basis, but he won’t stand for it if he sees someone else being targeted. He hates being wet, so rain makes this list – and snow for that matter too.
STRENGTHS: He is a great believer in chivalry, and is something of a gentleman, when you can get him to open up. It’s little things, like opening doors, paying for meals, keeping his hands to himself…little things that are so very underrated.
He could be called intelligent, but he would disagree. He is able to recall the little details that others struggle with at times, but he wouldn’t say that made him intelligent. He still has to work hard for decent marks.
He has a mental strength – most comments now roll off him without having to try and get them off his mind. Thick skinned, I suppose you could say.
WEAKNESSES: He is very reserved for the most part – he doesn’t do too well with people, and is even worse with crowds. Some would say he panics if he isn’t expecting someone to approach him, or if he gets caught out in a large group walking in his direction. Even if they want nothing to do with him and it’s pure coincidence, he still isn’t good with it at all.
His family are a big weakness – he would do anything for his mother, but if you start comparing him to his father or his half siblings in any way, he will blow his fuse. He has no love for them and can’t stand being related to any of them. If anyone points it out one too many times, he will lose his temper and go for them – it rarely happens, but that doesn’t mean it won’t.
Transfiguration. He just does not get it at all. He never has, probably never will and isn’t all that interested in it. Oh, sure he pays enough attention to pass, but he sure as hell doesn’t apply himself to it, much to his mother’s irritation.
PRIORITIES: Getting out of school and away from the wizarding world – he has little love for it and probably never will in his eyes. He plans on returning to the muggle world and acting like nothing has happened. In fact, it’s got to the point where he’s cramming a year’s worth of muggle schooling in to his time off so he has something to fall back on when he does leave Hogwarts. Well, he may stay in touch enough to follow the quidditch, but that’s it.
Mastering a couple of instruments. He can play piano and guitar at the moment…but he’s no master. He also wants to learn how to ply drums and the flute.
He wants to be able to live comfortably. Not one of this ridiculously wealthy types, but enough to not go in to a blind panic when an unexpected cost crops up.
BOGGART: Fenrir Greyback. Yes – despite having only ever met him in passing, despite a burning hatred…he is still terrified of the man. He’s heard one too many stories to not be afraid.
Following on from the above one, he is terrified of ever being one of them. The idea of being bitten and made in to…one of them is too much. When he was younger, he used to have nightmares about it, and still occasionally does now. It’s rare, but they do still happen.
Babies…yes, babies. He is terrified of them – they cry, they poop, they throw up, they can’t communicate yet everyone coos over them. Truth is, he’s more terrified of his mother having a child with his step-father. It would be all the excuses the man needed to get rid of him, after all the man has never liked him. Nothing has ever been said outright, but he knows it.
ERISED: To be a little more like his mother. He craves her confidence, balance and vitality. She can go up to anyone and make friends with them in less than half an hour, crowds don’t make her break out in a cold sweat and he has never known her to lose her temper with anyone.
VERITASERUM: Given the chance, he would give in to his rage and track down Fenrir. He would tear he beast apart and rid the world of him for good. There would be no burial either – the scavengers could jump in his ditch and take what they want.
PATRONUS: Crane. There was this summer when he was still young – maybe only three or four. But…that summer his mother had to find a new babysitter during the day because she had to work, they were in Japan at the time and it was never a cheap place to live. This babysitter, nanny, whatever you want to call them decided staying in was no fun and planned a day trip for over the weekend so his mother could join them. They spent this whole day just the three of them at a spa. There were very few other people there, what with it being such an old place. The hosts were an elderly couple and didn’t mind the slightly uncoordinated little boy – in fact, they asked them to go back, and even now they still do. But that day…there was no work, no strangers taking him places, no interruptions. Just a whole day of his mother smiling and laughing and playing with him. A day where nothing else existed but them.
PENSIEVE: The day after his mother and Andrew got back from their honeymoon. She had to go back to work, but he had a couple of days before he was needed. Sab was busy packing up his last few bits and pieces, as you do, and was mostly keeping to himself. Of course though, when a three year old has picked up your books you take them back – you don’t need them tearing them up or writing in them. She went off screaming and crying to darling daddy about how mean and nasty her new brother was. It earned him a shove in to the nearest wall and comments along the lines of ‘it’s time to man up, nasty little freak’. That bruising was still there three weeks later when he arrived at Hogwarts, as was the pain in his back and the cracked ribs.
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW: Sab is a strange little creature, or rather…not so little, considering his height. He is mostly quiet and reserved, preferring the company of his own creations to that of other people. He isn’t a great fan of people simply for the sheer unpredictability of the human factor. He likes to be able to stay in control of his environment – where this stems from, no-one is entirely sure, but his need for discipline and control run deep. In fact, muggles would say it borders on OCD. It shows though, this suspicion about his nature – everything he owns is size and colour coordinated. Nothing is ever out of place, not in his eyes. Maybe someone else will think his hair needs ‘fixing’, but it is exactly how he needs it to be that day. The same goes for his clothes – you might say he should do this or that differently, but he would totally disagree with you on that matter. He doesn’t like other people for this reason – everything they do is so very wrong, but what he does and how he does it is the way it’s meant to be. People are too loud and too messy.
That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have any degree of unpredictability himself. Oh no…a few have been unlikely enough to see his fuse go and the unfortunate end result. It usually requires a week in the hospital wing for the other, and that’s before he even uses his wand. He does try and keep his temper in check, as he knows it is far from becoming. But sometimes he just can’t help himself. He knows it doesn’t come from his mother – all this snarled up, locked away rage that e spends his life trying to outrun. If he believed in nature over nurture, it would be his father’s influence. He hates this rage and tries everything he knows to keep it from getting the better of him – which would probably explain away his constant need for control ad predictable patterns.
However, he does have a softer side – one not dedicated to his anger or his shy nature. No, Sab can be quite the gentleman when the need so arises. It’s little things really; holding open doors, pulling out chairs, offering a coat if it’s raining…little things. He thinks they add up to a good impression, as he was taught by his mother. Women do not appreciate the ignorant man who will do nothing for them and use cheesy chat up lines to get their attention. The truth of the matter is that women still scare him a little. At least with guys they don’t bother with all these double meanings and contradictions. If you’ve done something wrong of they’re not OK then they’ll tell you. They’re less complicated.
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MOTHER: Ai Hara-Jackson, 40. The sweetest, most gentle woman he has ever met. Thouh she’d rather he dressed a little more normally, she has never done anything but her best by him. She has always been strict but fair and has instilled a strong work ethic in him through leading by example. As a marketing consultant, she needs to be on top of things
SIBLINGS: None from his mother’s side, but he does have half-siblings through his father here and a step-sister through his mother’s marriage. She is six now and the most spoiled, princessy, irritating girl he has ever had the displeasure of meeting.
OTHER FAMILY: There is a step-father, but he’s hardly ever around. He always finds reason to work during the summer. Andrew Hara-Jackson, 34.
SOCIO-ECONOMIC STATUS: The ‘respectable’ working to middle class.
HISTORY OVERVIEW: Dareious Saburo Greyback, youngest son of a one Fenrir Greyback…and one of just two to have not been cursed with his second nature. He’s also the only one of them all to end up in Gryffindor. His mother was a secretary at the time that man walked in and out of her life, all in one night. Ai Hara was working living in London at the time. When she fell pregnant, she was urged to get an abortion by her parents, but she just couldn’t do it. She booked the appointment but se she got there; she just could not go through with it. The idea of killing a child having already lost two was beyond her. Before Sab she had been carrying twins and a car accident had been the cause. It is a matter she had never really spoken about.
Of course, when he was born money was even tighter than before. There was no position left for Ai to go back to, so she had to start an entirely new career path, and ended up going in to sales and marketing. Her parents cut her off and with no father on the scene, she very quickly found herself nearly totally alone. In the end, it was her bother – Sab’s uncle – who took them in. They left London when he was just three months old, and moved to Tokyo where Ai found money easier to come by. Her position was far better paid and she rose quickly through the ranks. She was never going to make it big, she knew that…but it was enough to get their own little place and child carers for her son.
Dareious was a smart child, he learned and grew a little quicker than others his age. It was all put down to good genetics and sheer luck. But even that young, something told him his mother knew more than she was letting on. He was mostly looked after by one of his younger aunts and her friends – she was only 17 when they moved to Japan, so she was only available at weekends. As a result, his weekends were spent surrounded by anime fans and Lolita girls in the Harajuku scene. School wasn’t so easy though – there were few other non-japanese children in the classed he was in. Despite everything that went in his favour, he was still a bully’s favourite target. It was probably a good thing they discovered his rage at an age when it would be easy to channel it in to something else. He started learning Kendo in a hope to shape it in to something a little more productive and it worked, to a degree. He still occasionally loses his temper, but not as much as he used to. Things went well though – he got his temper under control and the bullies faded out as he grew older and in to his looks. As it turned out, the older girls really quite liked them. Big brown eyes, soft features and a quite temperament were apparently appealing to them. Even if he was too young, they doted on him and others grew jealous of the attention he got, even if he wasn’t any real threat to their personal prospects.
But then a promotion came through that took them back to London. He was dragged away from all he knew and loved and thrown in to a world he did not understand. They moved to Camden, and not the good part. They were very much part of the working class again, but he did not suffer too much for it. She worked hard and he was cared for by neighbours and old friends when he wasn’t in any of the after school clubs or early morning activities, like the breakfast club or school wardens. It wasn’t so bad in his eyes – the house was odd and people didn’t make much sense at all, even though his mother had made sure he would be able to speak both English and Japanese fluently. He was the target of bullies again, but instead of getting angry this time, he put his head down and let them get it out of their system. Nothing was done until one of them cut his back open. True, it had been an accident of sorts, but that didn’t stop the scar. They hadn’t spotted the broken wire sticking out of the fence they had him up against and they didn’t until they spotted the blood and tear in his shirt. They were expelled and charged over it. Thankfully it was his last year there though. He was due to start at a grammar school, having passed the exams to get in.
It was that summer though...that was the summer everything changed. His mother met Andrew and within weeks he had near enough moved in, two year old daughter in tow. And then one evening – he and his mother were walking home from an evening out. He couldn’t tell you what they had been watching now, but they had taken a shortcut through a park and it was just starting to get really dark. It had been a premiere if he thinks hard enough, hence the late hour. There was no-one else around…or so they had thought. They were probably halfway through when they became aware of someone following them. They were going to make a break for it and hope to lose them, but apparently they were quicker, stopping in the middle of the path and grabbing hold of Ai. The exchange that followed terrified him then and still does even now. It was the one and only time he ever saw the man claiming to be his father and he never wants to repeat it. Fenrir Greyback was an odd one, even in his eyes. The man insisted his last name was changed – something about it helping him in the future.
He didn’t understand, nor did his mother. Not until that letter arrived. He thought it was a joke at first ad threw it away. After all…a wizarding school, really? He found the concept ridiculous, but when his mother changed his last name he gave in. Clearly she thought it wasn’t a joke. He had no idea about any of the places this later was on about and it all seemed utterly ridiculous. Well, it all seemed utterly ridiculous until the family four doors down offered to take him with them. He was half expecting them to tell him they ere behind it all…until they showed him how to get in. And then the platform. His mind was pretty blown. They were friendly with him up until the sorting. After that he was ignored by them, and most of the others in his house. The low level bullying started again – leaving him out of things, not talking to him, moving away from him. He didn’t have the first clue until someone pointed out just what his name meant and who he was related to. He caved in to his shy nature shortly after and has been known to go weeks without saying a word or making eye contact. His passiveness made it worse though – it started with little shoves and hiding his stuff. It worked it’s way up though and it didn’t take them long to start hexing him at any chance they got. He would never say a word and would refuse to have anything done about it. It wasn’t like there was that much they could do without his permission either. Well, they could have but they didn’t.
They have seen his rage on several occasions already, but it seemed worse when he came back one summer. He seemed…disturbed by something. Whatever it was, it had him wound up and angry for the first few months and was only made worse by some of the letters he got from home. Whatever had happened, it had him in visible pain but again, he refused to let anyone do anything for him about it. Nothing changed though – over the years he’s only grown angrier and more defensive. People started to avoid him more than ever and he’s quite happy that way. Sure, he has good moments where you can see exactly why he was placed in Gryffindor, but for the most part he’s treated like a time bomb and acts like one in return.
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YOURAGE: 20
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YOUREXPERIENCE: 7 – 8 years now.
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YOURSAMPLE:
He had sworn he would not let this keep happening. He had promised himself that he would get his mind under control. He had made himself swear that these nightmares would stop, and yet here he was, waking himself up and ripping at sheets. He was sure they were sick of it, sick of him, by now. They’d had to go through this for the last five years. Sure, they were getting fewer and there was more between them now, but it didn’t mean it was any less irritating. He knew how much he hated being woken up when he wasn’t ready, especially when it was cold like tonight. He did with he could change that at the very least – he hated bringing attention to himself. Waking the rest of the up would only serve to do just that.
Burying his head in his hands, he tried to get rid of those god awful images from his mind. He didn’t know where they’d come from, but they seemed to like sticking around. They were almost always the same – that great dirty animal splitting his skin open and climbing out of him. It would go straight for them and always them. They were always first years, if not younger. The place always changed, but it was always the same scenario. He hated it, and even now he could still recall the scents and tastes that should not have come from a dream. He wasn’t one of them and he liked the idea of it staying that way. Running his hands through his hair, he sighed and climbed out of bed. There was no hope of him getting back off to sleep now.
Pausing at the window, he looked out over the grounds and closed his eyes. That forest…it could well be crawling with them. He knew that was highly unlikely, but it didn’t stop the paranoia creeping in. It did look pretty though, under that clear sky with a light dusting of snow. Pretty enough to make him smile, but he knew it would be cold when he went out in it. With a sigh, he glanced at the sky, the moon full and white. Most of his siblings would be changing tonight – he was still waiting for the inevitable to happen and be forced to join them, where ever they hid out. But, that moon would explain his rage and his dreams. Maybe it was psychological, but it always seemed worse around the full moon. Even muggles felt the affect of the full moon, so maybe it wasn’t psychological. Maybe it was just the way he was.
where did you get that?
There was a voice that broke in to his little world. Jerking his head back and twisting himself around, he pressed himself against the wall, the cold stone prickling against heat and nervous energy. It was one of the others – had he woken them up after all? Maybe they could sense his fear, since they didn’t bother pushing him for it. But that didn’t matter – what did matter was that someone had seen it. He had hoped to keep it hidden, the last thing he wanted was people finding out what had happened to him. Biting on his bottom lip, he looked away and took an interest in the floor. No, he was not going to answer it, no matter how long he could feel those eyes burning in to him for. He was content being the quite little freak. He was not keen on changing to tragic little emo kid. He would never live it down. Their gaze didn’t shift though. Sure, they climbed back in to bed but it took them nearly five minutes to stop staring and curl up again. Taking his unspoken queue, he slipped back in to his own bed and reached for the curtains, their voice stopping him dead in his tracks.
You know, people would probably be a little less cruel if you didn’t make such an easy target out of yourself. It wouldn’t hurt to answer questions once in a while.
Pulling the curtains shut, he heard a sigh from them as they shuffled around in their bed. Lying back down, he did think about what they had said for a moment, but soon brushed it off. No, he didn’t make an easy target for himself. People didn’t need to know anything more about him than they already did. Hopefully the other would forget about tonight and everything would go back to being perfectly normal when he woke up. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to get that lucky though.
Burying his head in his hands, he tried to get rid of those god awful images from his mind. He didn’t know where they’d come from, but they seemed to like sticking around. They were almost always the same – that great dirty animal splitting his skin open and climbing out of him. It would go straight for them and always them. They were always first years, if not younger. The place always changed, but it was always the same scenario. He hated it, and even now he could still recall the scents and tastes that should not have come from a dream. He wasn’t one of them and he liked the idea of it staying that way. Running his hands through his hair, he sighed and climbed out of bed. There was no hope of him getting back off to sleep now.
Pausing at the window, he looked out over the grounds and closed his eyes. That forest…it could well be crawling with them. He knew that was highly unlikely, but it didn’t stop the paranoia creeping in. It did look pretty though, under that clear sky with a light dusting of snow. Pretty enough to make him smile, but he knew it would be cold when he went out in it. With a sigh, he glanced at the sky, the moon full and white. Most of his siblings would be changing tonight – he was still waiting for the inevitable to happen and be forced to join them, where ever they hid out. But, that moon would explain his rage and his dreams. Maybe it was psychological, but it always seemed worse around the full moon. Even muggles felt the affect of the full moon, so maybe it wasn’t psychological. Maybe it was just the way he was.
where did you get that?
There was a voice that broke in to his little world. Jerking his head back and twisting himself around, he pressed himself against the wall, the cold stone prickling against heat and nervous energy. It was one of the others – had he woken them up after all? Maybe they could sense his fear, since they didn’t bother pushing him for it. But that didn’t matter – what did matter was that someone had seen it. He had hoped to keep it hidden, the last thing he wanted was people finding out what had happened to him. Biting on his bottom lip, he looked away and took an interest in the floor. No, he was not going to answer it, no matter how long he could feel those eyes burning in to him for. He was content being the quite little freak. He was not keen on changing to tragic little emo kid. He would never live it down. Their gaze didn’t shift though. Sure, they climbed back in to bed but it took them nearly five minutes to stop staring and curl up again. Taking his unspoken queue, he slipped back in to his own bed and reached for the curtains, their voice stopping him dead in his tracks.
You know, people would probably be a little less cruel if you didn’t make such an easy target out of yourself. It wouldn’t hurt to answer questions once in a while.
Pulling the curtains shut, he heard a sigh from them as they shuffled around in their bed. Lying back down, he did think about what they had said for a moment, but soon brushed it off. No, he didn’t make an easy target for himself. People didn’t need to know anything more about him than they already did. Hopefully the other would forget about tonight and everything would go back to being perfectly normal when he woke up. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to get that lucky though.
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