Post by Danielle Greyback on Jul 25, 2011 21:43:31 GMT
Danielle Anna Greyback
... thewerewolf girl who lived !
... the
THE VANISHING GLASS
Her mother doesn't know why she named her that, she just seemed to think her baby was a Danielle Anna.
Danielle doesn't know what to make of her name, she just takes it as a name. A name is a name, what's the big deal?
NICKNAMES: Danny, though she doesn't favor it. She likes her actual name better.
GENDER: Female
AGE: April 11th, 16 years old
PLAYED BY: face claim[/size][/ul]
THE SORTING HAT
HOUSE: Slytherin, Danielle loves her house, she thinks it fits her perfectly,
BLOOD STATUS: Tainted Pureblood. Blood status is blood status, she likes being a pureblood because more people like her, but she'd be friends with a muggleborn anyday, it doesn't matter.
WAND: Yew, Unicorn Mane Hair, 12 inches
BROOM: She has a broom, a Nimbus 2001, and she flies, but she isn't on the Quidditch team.
EXTRA-CURRICULAR: Dueling club[/size][/ul]
THE MIRROR OF ERISED
• writing
• transfiguration
• apples
• solitude
• reading
• riddles
• a challenge
• stability
• strength
• the outdoors
• wild weather
• winter
• hot chocolate
DISLIKES:
• know-it-alls
• backstabbers
• smug smirks
• summer
• lycanthropy
• raisens
• studying
• weakness
• divination
• family
• crowds
• being cooped up
• sunny days
MIRROR OF ERISED: her greatest desire is, easily, to be cured of werewolfism. though she also desires to be a part of a warm, loving family where her mother stands beside her with her hand gripping the girl's shoulder.
DEMENTOR: of all the shaking memories that dwell in the girth of her cerebellum, there is one that claims her utmost distaste. she was only four or five years old. the great, grizzly of a man had barged in and wrapped great arms around her. while her mother cried out to her, the girl kicked and screamed and bit at the arms that tried to take her away. "you're a natural," he had snarled happily into her ear. the words haunt her to this day.
BOGGART: a werewolf -- because it reminds her constantly of what she is
AMORENTIA: Pine trees, grass, flowers
PATRONUS: a baby bear; the symbol of strength, power, and childhood.
her happiest memory is composed of several memories, actually; a filmstrip of good times. they are those enjoyed with her mother, such as baking cookies and reading bedtime fairy tales. a moment whenever her mother told her the three, divine words that still make her heart ache. "i love you."
STRENGTHS:
• writing
• transfiguration
• reading people
• reading books
• running
• riddles
• thinking
• family (though she'd never tell them)
• pounding people into the pavement
WEAKNESSES:
• temper
• lycanthropy
• charms
• secret sensitivity
• meat
• family
• knowing eyes
• gentle men
HABITS:
Taps her fingers on tables, her arm or leg when bored.
Asks random questions out of the blue
Sneaking out past curfew
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Danielle was never soft or dainty. She was never particularly feminine and she was never the Greyback golden child. Instead, she was Danielle. And that was enough. The composion of her being begins with the outer shell; the part of her that is exposed to the world in a hellfire temper or an uninterested frown. This is the tough, obvious portion of Danielle. This is what the world sees. Alas, dear reader, there is more to her than meets the eye of course. The exterior personality is a wall, hiding the secret sensitivity of the Greyback girl. It is almost too typical; the tough-as-nails teen baring their teeth only as they hide a tenderness that yearns for the warmth of company. While her younger and older sisters are much more likable, this girl is something of an anathema who keeps to herself and isn't too fond of charisma and the bonds of friendship. Her past has shaped her into a bitter young woman who thrives on independence.... even when her true self delights in a kind word and a gentle smile.
The hostility of Danielle is not as common as it may be made out to be. In fact, the girl has grown rather apathetic towards most of her fellow students. She has chosen not to care about their sneers, their smirks, and their smug behavior, though her dislike of such quirks often gets the better of her. She is generally, however, a calm and stoic human being whose interests lie in literature. Her mother's love for the written word decided to cling to her own strands of DNA, gifting her with an affection that seems unnatural on her brusier's persona.
She isn't necessarily quick to anger, though she has a reputation for a fantastic temper. She is simply quite easily annoyed; a wolf often poked in the eye with a twig. It's a natural reaction, as is most of everything that makes up Danielle Greyback. She is an earthy person, someone who works on instinct and natural impulse. If one positive outcome resulted in her lycanthropy, it was her respect of the outdoors; her love for miss mother nature.
While the werewolf may keep her true self at bay, it certainly lingers in her blue eyes when certain emotions are influenced. While she may bare her fangs at the world, a feverish beast of the moon, she is dearly sensitive and tender. In fact, she is particularly fragile behind her emotional wallwork. As though a woman hidden beneath the layers of an animal, she is capable of being peeled away and noticed for what she truly is. There is a deep fear of bonds and connections that dwells in her soldier's heart, eager to lash out at the hands who feed her. But, if given enough time and patience, the girl peeks to consider true contact; the contact she usually resevers for the family she claims to dislike. While she may adore her sisters and ocasionally her brothers when she isn't yelling at one of them, she yearns for seperation from the Greyback clan, as though this would free her from her wolfish plight and send her gracefully into the arms of normality. Perhaps that is Danielle truly desires. To be normal, liked, and loved. This, however, is clearly hidden behind her iron eyes; a secret that she cradles close to the warmth of her heart.[/size][/ul]
THROUGH THE TRAPDOOR
FATHER: Fenrir Greyback, 47, honorary Death Eater (No tattoo) Danielle hates his guts. End of story.
SIBLINGS: Casandria Greyback, 17, Hufflepuff, 7th Year, Casandria is basically the only reason Danielle is still alive, they are super close, or at least Danielle thinks so.
Callum Greyback, 14, Slytherin, 4th Year, Danielle thinks of herself as Callum's mentor, so yeah.
Joseph Greyback, 13, Hufflepuff, 3rd Year, So maybe Joseph's not her FAVORITE siblings, Danielle at least handles him better than Callum.
------ Greyback, 11, Slytherin
------ Greyback, 11, Slytherin
HISTORY: It did not take much for Fenrir to get the lovely young woman drunk as hell. She was a pretty librarian whose marital status had come to be an engagement. Her fiancee was out of town and the roguish werewolf had taken an interest in the clever brunette whose smile had pulled him in and left him with no choice... but to have her. So he took her. Early the next morning, Fenrir took his leave. The town did not see him for another four or five years. Mikaela, once woken and realizing what had come to be, was devestated and shaken by the reaction that would surely fit into her fiancee's handsome face. But, hopefully, word would not spread. Besides, the pub was one lesser known. No wonder Fenrir had lured her there. So, swallowing her worries, the woman went on her way and prepared for her fiancee's return. She even prepared him a glorious dinner that he praised with each bite. For a while, everything was as normal and lovely as it had ever been.
But then, Mikaela discovered she was pregnant, and her fiancee found out as well. As quick as a hat drop, the man disowned her and left town. Defeated and dismal, the woman cursed the child in her womb and cried herself to sleep for many nights to come. But as the months waned towards birth, Mikaela stablized her shaken emotions and began to sort out her affairs for single parenthood. Early in the morning of February second, the child was born and named Danielle. Surprisingly enough, Mikaela was a good mother. In fact, she was wonderful. She had been preparing herself to be wed, after all, and had been eager to for the joys, and strains, of motherhood. Without the helping hands of a father, it was difficult to adjust, but she soon got the hang of it. She and her daughter grew to be the best of friends, baking cookies, sharing stories at bedtime, and picking blackberries when the season was just right. It was a match made in heaven and the two were quite content. Of course, this all came to a clashing close when Fenrir returned to town.
He had sensed his daughter well enough and felt it was his right to take her. He was in need of pups, after all, and had been collecting them through his travels. In the dark of night, he came for Danielle, and ripped her away from the headstrong woman whose grip was admirably strong. But, in the end, the brawny man had been too much for his one night stand, and had succeeded in stealing his child away. Of course, not without killing the more with his own teeth and nails. He even set her small house on fire. For good measure and a bit of amusement. Danielle was carried off to the pack where she was thrust into a foreign world that startled and disliked her. So she conformed to its rough edges and became as tough as she needed to survive. It was a hard lifestyle that was very much a dog-eat-dog world. Her father had bitten her when she was brought to live with them and the full moon was an awful experienced that curdled her screams at night. Indeed, she disliked every minute of it.
Danielle grew grateful for her older sister Casandria's helping hands. But as time went by, the younger sister wanted to get away. She hated Fenrir even as she did as she was told, and grew desperate for freedom... even when she knew she couldn't have it. She grew bitter and irritable as she developed on the iron taste of raw meat and the cold shoulder of her father. It was a blessing, to have the letter of Hogwarts come for her. It was an angel's hand reaching out to her, offering her a door. She had watched Casandria leave before her and had almost scoffed at her efforts to leave. But she had... and it had surprised her in ways that made her dearly envious. But it was her turn, so she took the chance without the slightest hesitation.
Hogwarts life was difficult, at first, for the girl. She was sorted into Slytherin, however, as the hat also commented on her intelligence; her clever wit that had often saved her from a beating in the early days of her stubborness. She was surprised, but not disappointed; despite the tension that was tangible between her and some of the other students. So she dressed herself in her tough-as-nails exterior once again, feeling it idiotic to try and give this place a second chance when second chances had not exsisted in the pack. There is still part of her old self, however, and it often cries for freedom, as she once did those endless nights ago. But she keeps to herself and, only occasionally gets herself into trouble. Or perhaps more so than just only occasionally.[/size][/ul]
THE MAN WITH TWO FACES
RP EXPERIENCE: Not sure... Forget... Go looks at Caitlyn's bio, maybe I bothered to remember when I made her lol
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Look at Caitlyn Sayer!
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THIS CAME FROM Elizabeth Lily Potter @sins Of The Father
ALSO, ALL OF THE HEADINGS ARE THE NAMES OF CHAPTERS FROM HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE. <3
