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PLAYER INFORMATION

Name: Jo

Timezone: CST

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Remus John Lupin

Canon: Harry Potter

Age: 18

Suitability: Remus is a teenage boy. He might be shy and inexperienced, but once he gets over how incredibly British he is and therefore unused to such sexual openness, he'll settle in just fine while he figures out how to go with the flow and stop being so damn awkward.

Species: Werewolf (formerly human)

Canon Point: Remus will be taken post-Marauders era, from around 1978. He has already graduated from Hogwarts and is living in London with Sirius.



History: wiki link



Personality: Remus Lupin, at seventeen, is the kind of young man that teachers loved. Not only book-smart, but clever even from a young age, and with a deep understanding of even the more difficult magical subjects, Remus has never wanted for smarts. Even among his friends, all of them clever and bright in their own way, Remus has always shone. If it weren’t for certain extenuating circumstances, he would have been quite the golden child during his Hogwarts days. However, that was left to James Potter and Sirius Black, the true ringleaders of their little group. Having been a werewolf since the age of five, and well aware of the bias against and utter hatred of werewolves by much of the Wizarding community, Remus would much rather fade into the background and let others have the spotlight. It’s safer that way.



His status as a werewolf ties heavily into his self-esteem, or lack thereof. Cautioned by tales of werewolves being hunted down and killed, or else imprisoned or kept locked away, Remus went from a young child with a bright and happy personality to a rather subdued young man who carries a whole lot of internalized bias. He’s spent much of his life convinced he’s not good enough for the people around him, that he doesn’t deserve friendship and love because odds are he’ll end up hurting the people he loves at some point anyway. It’s not a healthy or easy way to live, and it compounds with the toll his monthly transformation takes on him to make him seem eternally weary, far more tired than a man his age has any right to be.



Still, despite how down he is on himself, Remus manages to see the good in other people. He is overwhelmingly compassionate and tolerant toward others. Because of his own condition, he sees humanity where certain other wizards might not; he takes a special interest in centaurs and mermaids and giants, vampires and hags and ghouls. Creatures that are sentient, that are just as intelligent as humans but are treated as second-class citizens by Wizardkind. He also didn’t subscribe to the whole Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry at school, because he’s perceptive enough to see that not all Slytherins are destined to become powerful dark wizards. They merely have different values and strengths. His compassion also extends to his friends; Remus has always been the ‘mom friend’ among the Marauders, concerned chiefly with trying to keep his friends out of trouble, if he’s able, and recognizing that oftentimes there’s really nothing he can do about it. Certainly, he’s the most responsible, and always has been that way since he was small. But at the end of the day, there’s very little he wouldn’t do for Sirius, James, and Peter. He’s every bit as loyal to them as if he had been a Hufflepuff instead.



Despite his misgivings with much of his friends’ behavior, Remus is actually quite the good sport when he can be assured that the risk is low relative to the reward. He has a mischievous streak just like the rest in such cases; he is possessed of an excellent and rather surprising sense of humor that often comes sneaking up from behind to bite rather than being visible from a mile away. He is always good-natured in his japes, however; there’s no malicious intent behind it, something he’s largely disapproving of. He is brave, even in his youth; one must be, in order to endure the change from man to wolf, month after month. He may be rather ordinary at first sight, but Remus Lupin is truly far from an ordinary young man.





Abilities/Weaknesses: Remus, being a werewolf, has several very clearly defined abilities as well as hard and fast weaknesses. First and foremost comes the big one: the ability, whether he wants to or not, to turn into a wolf on the full moon (he never wants to). The approach of the full moon usually has him feeling under the weather for the week leading up to it, and out of commission for the few days immediately afterward, something that is only staved off with the use of the Wolfsbane Potion, which eases the symptoms of transformation, allows him to keep his mental faculties attack and basically take a nice nap during the full moon. Otherwise, his ability is also a huge weakness; he is either sleepy and out of commission, or completely inhuman and dangerous, a bloodthirsty beast. Werewolves are weak against the herb Wolfsbane, also known as aconite or monkshood.



RP Samples:



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It’s not as if he’s never done chores before. Quite to the contrary; as a rather surprising regular to Hogwarts detention, he’s scrubbed his fair share of walls and wiped more blackboards than he can even remember—the acrid, sharp tang of chalk a none-too-faint memory on his tongue. So when Mistress ordered him to polish all the doorknobs in the castle, he didn’t think much of it, at least until he came to a section with rather unusual knobs. Knobs in the…literal sense. They are golden and in need of a good polish, and Remus swears if Sirius comes across him while he’s doing this he’ll die right on the spot.

Reluctantly, Remus sinks to his knees, feeling distinctly ridiculous as he dips his sponge in his bucket of suds and begins to wash that shiny golden cock with quick, efficient movements. Nothing too leisurely or langorous; he’s got to try and salvage whatever dignity he can.

“Utterly ridiculous,” he mutters, watching suds slide down the head of the combination cock with almost pornographic lack of speed. “Completely unnecessary.” He pulls out a soft cloth and begins to work it up and down the golden shaft, drying it to a polished finish.

One down, hundreds to go.