GREYBACK, QUENTIN ALEKSANDER [fin]

[QUENTIN ALEKSANDER GREYBACK]

The Revolution Has Begun

"There's no need to call me sir Professor."



FULL NAME: Quentin Aleksander Greyback
NICKNAMES: Aleks
AGE: 17
BIRTHDAY: 5th December
SEXUALIY: Heterosexual
BLOODLINE: Tainted (Mixed - witch&werewolf)
HOUSE: Slytherin
YEAR: Seventh
JOB: Student
SIDE: None.
SPECIES/SPECIAL ABILITIES: Werewolf
CANON: Indeed.


"You don't know what I'm capable of, you don't know what I've done!"



GENERAL APPEARANCE: Play By - JOSH BEECH

The first thing that people notice about Quentin, is that he's tall. He's taller than average, and he likes that it gives him power over people. Well, maybe not power, but a feeling of intimidation on their part. He uses that to his advantage, with a hope to strike fear. However, sometimes that can be quite useless because he's ever so thin, and that takes away the bulkiness, and also that takes away the image that he likes to create. On the other hand, Quentin's image is very 'bad buy' though of course, not on purpose. He just is, he doesn't try to look bad, in any way. He does what he likes with his appearance, for example the tattoos he has. He has chosen to have them because he liked the feeling of his life being engraved in his skin forever, so that when he dies, the story of him will stay within him. The anger, the pain clear as the ink that it has been drawn in. Most of his tattoos are very colourful, making the representations more real?

Quentin has dark brown hair, that looks almost black. However, he has the sides kind of shaved off, and his style is kind of naturally messy. He doesn't like to put anything in his hair, because even though like any other guy he likes to look good, he thinks that his hair looks good the way it is. He only cuts it the way to suit him. Some people say that earrings on a guy make him look gay, but on Quentin I think it just distinguishes the fact that he is his own person, some that likes to look different and not fall in with the mainstream crowd. He really does have his own style, mostly wearing jeans that are just loose and he loves his boots. He has his favourite pair of black boots that he wears all the time, but he takes them off on the nights of the full moon as not to rip them in his transformation. Quentin isn't really into following style trends, but he likes to wear funky t-shirts sometimes, just for a change.

MOST LIKED FEATURE:

• Tattoos 1 & 2 - They are what determines his personality, because every tattoo means something to him. It's as if his life has been written on his skin as ink, all the hurt, anger, angst even some warm emotions have been represented and and tainted his skin. He believes that the tattoos make his skin as tainted as his blood is, however his tattoos are who Quentin is, and they are an important feature to him. They engrave his past, wanting him to make himself achieve a better future, and maybe have more tattoos that are of a nicer meaning.
  

MOST HATED FEATURE:

• The Scars - From when he got turned into a werewolf, and later from his transformations. At first, when Quentin transformed, he skin ripped, and so he had many scars from the first few months that never healed and he hates them because they remind him of the animal that he is, and what has been done to him without him being willing at all.

HERITAGE: English
ETHNICITY: Caucasian


"The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure."



GENERAL PERSONALITY: Quentin is very regretful of the life that he has been chosen to lead. He was sure that if he had never been turned, his life now would be different. Maybe, he would have been a happier boy, because he genuinely is pretty miserable with what he is. This boy, to say the least, is very angry and just oh so full of hatred towards Fenrir, who he does not even acknowledge as anything to do with him, and even though he and his 'siblings' go to the same school, he hates them all. Because of who they are, and because he resents who he is. That is his biggest personality trait, the hatred that he feels for himself, and his 'alliance'. However, apart from that, Quentin is very intelligent, because that is the main thing that get's him away from his angry thoughts, he enjoys discovering new things, making potions, and he becomes quite proud of himself when he achieves more than he had set out to do. He loves that feeling of accomplishment, and honestly, he isn't ashamed to admit that he wants to do well in life, and be more than just Fenrir Greyback's puppet.

In all honesty, Quentin is very honest. With himself, and with others. He is not afraid to put the facts out there, because he knows that it's better not to lie because it will not get you anywhere. He is kind of a loner, he doesn't like to let people anywhere close to him. He will acknowledge people, talk to them, but he will never let them get too close. Because he knows that if they do, they will not like what they will see, because that's the way that he feels about himself. Quentin looks at himself, and hates who he is, so he tries to make up for it by being a good achiever, trying hard to make life worth living. He knows that being closed off is probably not the best way to actually live life, but he rarely has fun, so he isn't sure where to start. Being so closed off, he is not the perfect company at a party, because he would just sit there and brood, especially if his 'family' are there.

Quentin's personality is kind of hard shaped. He doesn't really like any part of him to become soft, or caring. Even though he is never openly hostile, he does get angry and feel like hexing people. He cares about himself a lot, and to be honest, in Quentin's world it's mostly about him. About his anger, hurt and pain, and he never even considers the people who are in similar situations. He really is quite selfish, but he has learnt that life is hard to live, therefore you must care about yourself to survive, because caring about others will probably get him killed. He is not romantic, and he never lets himself open up enough for any real relationships. Though, sometimes he wishes he had a friend, or girlfriend, or someone that he could share his pain with, that could look after him, but he would never open up enough for that, because he is scared of change. Any slightest change, and Quentin doesn't really allow himself to adapt, because he is so used to being who he is, alone and angry, that anything new scares him. He does not have a heart of ice, but he has learnt how to keep it hidden where no one can find it, let alone come near it.

Quentin has never tried very hard to fit in, to be like the other kids. He had always been very reserved, even in the hobbies field, or the style field, he had always been the odd one out. Someone who didn't really play by the rules of others, not caring about the people in his house who believed they were better, and superior and everything more. Quentin always told himself that it was good to be different. That it was good that he wasn't like the rest, that he was different, however, sometimes the boy could not help but wonder what it would be like to fit in. Into a groups of people that he could just enjoy the company of, if he had his family before Fenrir killed them, he knew his life would have been different, but he still had to wonder whether the change would be good or bad, would he be as he was now, a loner, or like the other kids. He guessed thanks to Fenrir, he would not find out any time soon.

HOBBIES:

• Flying
  
• Practicing magic
  
• Making potions
  

DISLIKES:

• Being judged
  
• Being what he is
  
• Boredom
  
• Having been sucked into his 'fathers' power-madness
  
• Being made to choose
  

LIKES:

• Being independent
  
• Winning
  
• His individuality
  
• What magic has to offer
  
• Being good at something others' aren't
  

FEARS:

• Being overpowered by his creator, whom he hates.
  
• That he will be a failure with nothing to live for, except horrible memories of his past.
  

SECRETS:

• Wishes that a cure for being a werewolf would be found; Quentin doesn't want to live in agony for the rest of his life.
  
• Sometimes he wishes he had someone to care about him, no matter how strong and independent he may seem.
  

"I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends."



GENERAL HISTORY: Quentin's earliest memory is of the pain that first time that he changed. Before that, he knows nothing. He doesn't even know the name of his mother, who was killed just because someone wanted him in their army. He knew that he was ever so young when he first changed, that was his earliest memory. That was the first thing that he knew when he was little, and he hated it. That being so young, he had already felt so much pain. Where had his childhood gone? Where were the holidays, the first rides on the broomsticks, or the first sight of magic. The nice, beautiful magic that made up the wizarding world, the good part of it. He knew that all this was the reason for his personality, because he didn't really get the chance to be a child. He had always been, and will be an animal. He didn't even know when his birthday was, or how old he was. His 'father' did not care enough to mention it, or maybe he just didn't care enough about the day to remember but he was told that he had been born in the winter, so he made up the date himself. 5th of December. A winter baby, already foreshadowed to a cold future.

He knew why he was there. He knew that he had been conceived by a man who wanted him for his own army. Of course he would know the reason he was here. He just wasn't sure what to do with that information while growing up. It gave him very little purpose to be his own person, and to be honest, Quentin Greyback wanted to rebel. Even when he was really young, after all the pain, he knew that the man that called himself his 'father' was not someone he could ever love, willingly or not. not someone he could look up to, or admire, or have any sort of relationship like that with. So, he grew up without a childhood. Without something to look back upon, without any happiness. And as the other kids kept coming after him, he felt like he was just a puppet. That he would be used for his meant purpose, then being discarded. He knew that his own 'father' would not hesitate to kill him if the need arose. The proof was in the scars, and in the pain, and in the tattoos of his sorry life that Fenrir Greyback had caused.

As time went by, the changes at the full moon did not get easier, and Quentin would get anxious before the next one, always knowing that there was no escape and that the pain would come. He knew that some of his 'family' stuck together, but even then, at the edge of his teenage years, Quentin could not love them as his family. Because he knew that they were only here for the same reason as him, to be a puppet to a man who has gone mad. Quentin knew, as the years passed, that he would probably go mad too. Not power mad, like Fenrir, but just mad. When he was eleven, he was told that he would go to Hogwarts. He didn't know what to make of it to be honest, he didn't know why the school would allow a bunch of werewolves to live in the castle that was meant to be safe. He wanted to scream out, that first day, that he, or all the Greybacks, were not safe for anyone in the castle, however they were always taken care of just before a new moon.

In his seven years at Hogwarts, not a day went by where his thoughts about his family, or Fenrir changed. He knew Fenrir's plans for him, but he knew that he would not be what he wanted him to be. That he would not be in this army, he would rebel, or die trying. He knew that sounded kind of impossible, like he was just saying, but that's how much anger he had towards his father for giving him life. He didn't care that it was him that would probably take it away, and better sooner rather than later, because he would not follow the path that was set out for him. Never. At first, Quentin would try to talk to people, to kind of fit in, try to have a normal life, but by the end of first year, he knew that that was quite impossible, and so he was content with the life he had now. He knew that other children had a past that he'd always dreamed of, and he'd never had the chance, so now he was working hard to become something, something other than what he was expected to be.

FAMILY:
Real Family:
- Unknown
Creator:
- Fenrir Greyback
Werewolf 'siblings':
- Sienna Greyback
- Damon Greyback
- Jaxsen Greyback
- Hampton Greyback
- Parson Greyback
- Denali Greyback


"Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..."



ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Helena liked the city. Only because it took away the memories of the countryside that she had lived in one hundred and sixty years ago. Now, she could not stand anything to do with the country side, so she liked to travel as far in the city areas as she could. She moved stealthily within crowds of bodies, the pulse under everyone's necks like a calling to her. And even though Helena was a heartless killer, she needed to maintain her image, and she needed to be careful about who she killed. She didn't want to be suspected of killing 'innocent' human beings, and let's face it, if Lena chose to be careful about who she killed, who on earth would suspect her? She was very innocent looking, with soft brown hair, nice clothes and freckles on her face. She look cute, but when she turned to killing mode she became sexy and dangerous, and unless she was going to kill someone, they wouldn't suspect anything merely seconds before it happened. Helena loved having that kind of power, it made her hungry for more, and so when the dark side won the war, she knew that she would be able to do as she pleased, but for now she would just have to be patient, and she had been patient for almost one hundred and sixty years, so she could wait a short while longer.

Lena was so glad that over the years she had learned how to turn her feelings off. So now, every time she killed, she did not have to feel guilty about every drop of blood that left a humans body, and she honestly pitied the vampires that did feel guilt. there's no point in feeding if you won't enjoy it, and if you feel guilt, then you wont enjoy it. And Helena not only liked to enjoy her food, she also liked to play with it. She looked around for possible prey, strained to keep her fangs under control in a crowd. There were just so many lovely, sweet blood vessels that she could sink her teeth into, that she could taste, and feel the hot liquid running down her throat. Make the pain last for the human in the most cruel of ways, because she knew that the removal of blood from the body was painful as hell, Thierry had showed her that first hand, and in a away, she was thankful to him to have shown how satisfying other's pain was. She felt a smile grace her lips, it lit her face up, and made some of the passers by, mainly men, look at her curiously, wondering why she was so happy.

That's when she smellt it, full blown, the smell of fresh blood, leaking from a vein. She knew that smell, it was the one where another blood sucker was feeding, and that made Lena smile. She walked in the general direction, in slow steps, wanting to see who it was. She probably didn't know them, but no harm. The scent led her into an elley, and she stood there, just watching the process of the vampire taking the girl's blood out. If she was anyone else, she would have though 'poor thing' but now, she was just thinking that the guy had good taste, choosing a pretty young thing. They always tasted the sweetest. She could feel her fangs sliding out, but she kept her mouth shut, and made sure that he would not notice her. When he had finished, she rolled her eyes and set her expression into a glare because he was one of them. The ones that had 'a heart' and felt pity for their prey. How pathetic was that? She shook her head softly, and stepped out into the middle of the alley. The guy was tall, blond and had a nice body. She hadn't seen him around, or rather vice versa, seeing ash she had not been here for long, so that was no surprise.

She started walking slowly in, not quite sure of her intentions. He seemed to be distracted, and she just carried on walking in a straight line. She was itching for a fight, she didn't know why, but she knew that right now she needed something to let her strength out on, and the perfect chance came when the vampire bumped into her. He didn't say a word, just started stalking off, and with a glance she saw that he had covered the murder well. Making it look like a robbery, but her limbs and muscles were still itching, and they were quite far in the alley for no one to notice, so she sprang at him, which she was sure he wasn't expecting, and used her vampire strength to puch him to the wall. She was aware that she didn't know the strenght of the oponent, for all she knew he could be must stronger than her, but she would find a way to get out of a situation that made her seem weaker. So, as she had him pressed against the wall, she smiled threateningly, her eyes turning from bright blue to a very dark blue, her fangs glinting. 'Has your mummy not told you to be polite to ladies, and apologise if you bump into them?' Helena said ever so sarcastically, with a rush of the fight that she hoped she had caused.

"Reading between the lines, I’d say she thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate."



NAME: ali
AGE: 15
GENDER: female
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: about three
LOCATION: UK
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