Post by kali lavinia greyback on Feb 6, 2014 1:46:15 GMT
--- the moon's awake now with eyes wide open ---
KALI LAVINIA GREYBACK
My life so far hasn't been all that perfect. You could say I've been jerked around for a fair share of time on this fair green earth. I suppose that may or may not have lent me a few more undesirable traits in the time I "persevered" through it. Spending so much time in the company of my father Fenrir Greyback certainly had little or nothing to do with it. You see, I was a normal little girl until my "transformations" started at three years old. Then my mother [whom no one speaks of] tossed me out on the streets to fend for myself. No muggle wants a monster under her protective wing. So my father; ever the savior, took me under his wing [more or less] as one of his pack.
I can't say I'm overly grateful to him past the fact that he saved my life all those years ago. An event that led to my, shall I say, mild fear of abandonment as well as strong sense of loyalty to my father and his pack. I was one of his children brought within the folds of his pack to be raised "correctly" in the mannerisms of werewolves, though I never truly met the others he had sired until I was older. Perhaps it wasn't the conventional upbringing, but it was still better than one that left my mother cowering in fear just at the sight of me and what that could have done to me. I was raised without the prejudices and fear still prevalent in wizarding society. I was free. To develop my love of a cool run in my wolf form - oh so enjoyable; even in my normal form.
It wasn't all that hard of an adaption to make, and as a child barely older than three I was rather successful at accepting such drastic changes in my life. The pack became much like a second family to me,even if it's hierarchy nudged me to the top [just a bit]. I suppose I learned a lot in the ways of the world spending so much time with my father. He might not have been any sort of father of the year but he helped me come to terms with my "other side" as a werewolf and seemingly gain more control over it [at least relatively]. By taking some of the traits of the wolf I gained more of a sense of control rather than simply having an uncontrollable alter ego.
I spent most of my young life a bit awkward in the society my father had brought me into. It didn't matter that I was some sort of "princess;" I still stood out. When my magic began to show it only marked me further as unusual, compared to the rest of the pack. To have so many different aspects of myself was difficult to juggle at times; something that I had to work on to get in agreement with each other. To be so different. To myself, as a teenager, it would have been completely and utterly terrible.
As a child, though, I spent a great deal of time persuading the other children of our small community into playing with me. Not all that difficult to accomplish if one was wary of the parents who were, in turn, just a bit wary of me and the favor I held with my father. No matter if he was, and still is, a strong believer in tough love. My first attempts at being a sneaky child as some might have termed it were successful.
Through my childhood one could say I had an insatiable curiosity and thirst to know things. Granted, they were more or less confined to herbs and the like; things that were plentiful in the wilderness where I grew up. However, I suppose at one point or another, perhaps later, I grew curious with the werewolf gene, even if it wasn't something easily researched. I wanted to find out how it worked [more so in my older years] not to get rid of it, though, but to understand how to better my control and simply to understand how it worked if such a thing was at all possible.
Following the flow of time I received my acceptance letter to Hogwarts on my eleventh birthday [December 28th]. A rather confident young girl by that point, if I do says so myself; good at getting what she wanted and manipulating her pack mates. My father was proud, I suppose. Unleashing me on the unsuspecting wizarding world for more reasons than one. My rather slippery nature [as he had complimented on several occasions] was most certainly one of his leading reasons.
When it came time to do my shopping at Diagon Alley it was a bit of a culture shock for me; so used to living in the woods and surviving on bare minimums at times. I was accompanied by another member of my pack who had formerly been a part of the wizarding community as it was rather dangerous for my father to stray so far into the public. Quite a shock was it for me to see my own father's wanted poster plastered in certain areas of the wizarding shopping center. Nothing that hindered me from dragging along my guardian to get my supplies, though. I finished the shopping extravaganza with my very own owl, a variety of robes and all of the rest of my school supplies [my wand not to be excluded]. We even went as far as to add in a large shoulder bag that was charmed to make it's contents lighter than they actually were.
As finally the time came for my departure I was sad to leave my pack behind; no matter the ups and downs I had weathered with them. I had been warned of the drastic changes I could face whilst attending school and told, in not as wise words, to trust what I knew; not what anyone told me. So I boarded the train and took the boats across the lake to Hogwarts. A mildly nervous first year who had never been quite so far from home.
I was sorted into Slytherin.
My father was proud. He promised a head pat when I got home.
Changing into the rhythm of life at Hogwarts had been, for me, like being dunked into freezing water unexpectedly. I floundered for a bit before I got the hang of how things were supposed to work. Then I hit my stride.
I did fairly well in school,even if I felt no real inclination to do so. It was simply something that interested me. Even Defense Against the Dark Arts, which finely complimented my Dark Arts training that I began to be trained in following my first year. Astronomy was also a real interest, considering I ran under the full moon once a month and all. Potions though, well, it wasn't my absolute favorite. Ever since the headmaster [and resident healer] had learned of my "condition" they had begun attempting to force some sort of "Wolfsbane Potion" down my throat. I never took it, though, and spent my nights once a month romping through the Forbidden Forest under the full moon. No way was anyone going to put a leash on me anytime soon.
Following my first year everything came easier. I had a quick wit and sharp tongue, perhaps a bit snarky too, to almost anyone [except my father, who was less likely to tolerate it at times] and ended up with my own share of detentions simply for talking back. Nothing I regret, mind you, just something my teachers got all snippety over. Made one wonder why they ever went into the profession in the first place. It didn't help that I had a penchant for "destruction,"especially during the week surrounding the full moon. But hey, if it got in my way; it deserved it.
The years until my graduation weren't all that big of an event for me. I had made my own fair share of almost-friends over the years, none of which were extraordinarily close, but a few were. I never tried out for the quidditch team, nor did I ever manage to become a prefect [let along head girl] but I made my way and left my own mark by being "the sassy one." My OWLs and NEWTs were passed with fairly good grades though I made no extreme effort to get all O's. Upon my departure it was easily surmised that, whilst not overeager or anything of the sort, my professors were rather happy to see my on my marry way. So I left, with my friends an understanding to communicate if necessary or desired.
After my graduation things seemed to fall back into a rhythm of normal for me. I joined up with the Dark Army, following my father's lead and hoped, just a bit, for the best. My life was considerably well,unraveling the mysteries of the werewolf and studying Astronomy [mostly just watching the stars] in my spare time, I also acquired a job at The Three Broomsticks. Things appear to have improved and steadied out. I can only hold my breath [and mild curiosity] for when the real violence starts.
Age: 22 years old Blood Status: Half-blood Face Claim: Mila Kunis
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