Post by nikki on Apr 8, 2012 10:16:00 GMT
remus john lupin
[/color][/font][/size]emus.
full name: remus john lupin
age: sixteen
year: sixth
birthday: march 10, 1960
blood line: half-blood (tainted)
house: gryffindor
Emus.
Mus.
Us.
S.
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alias: nikki
gender: female
rp sample:
(in which remus stays at james potter's home the summer entering seventh year with sirius and peter. remus is still pissed about the accident that sirius caused, concerning him and severus snape. the boys have a small party with some muggle girls nearby to try getting peter paid. remus is nearly raped by an ugly girl. sirius saves him by calling him gay. tada.)
Not once could Remus find joy from what a party could bring. Embraced by friends that might as well have been brothers, all that he could think of was the slim chance of anything productive happening. At the mention of Peter’s ‘glaring virginity’, Lupin’s lips thinned considerably. He was a virgin, to no surprise. Why Sirius hadn’t brought this into thought before opening his gob was beyond his path of suggestions. The other Marauders had to have known of Remus’s lack of lady-folk. His only encounter with a girl happened on Christmas under mistletoe. He was drunk, as was she, and both had fooled each other into the rather slobbery mess that resulted that night far too long ago. Privately, stored in places so deep that even Remus forgot of them, he was very well certain that Peter had gotten more out of a girl than he ever had. And when Sirius mentioned this, such a fact hit him very well. As James went on to refresh memories of the Potter home, Remus was out of sight seconds after the bathroom was mentioned. He dashed into the spare bedroom and tenderly arranged a clean pile of clothes, grabbed a wash towel, and was scrubbing himself pink for over an hour.
Even after the shower his virginity stayed on his mind. James had hinted Remus in on the plans for the night, cautioned him to dress warm, and warned him of not bringing any oddities that might bring on suspicion. Of the four, Remus considered himself well informed on what he had to do around Muggles. At least he believed himself to be the most reasonable. What he found humorous was his being a werewolf. Still, he paid no mind. Pulling a red sweater that belonged to James and grabbing a ticker pair of socks, Remus was well equipped for the night. The girls were another story. He remained frustrated over the matter of having to be around girls for the sake of Peter. The sake of Peter, by Merlin’s beard, Remus needed the comfort! He remained the kill-joy the rest of the night, taking no interest in any of the girls. His mind led him to think it would always be that way, furthering his depressive mood. During Truth or Dare Remus had little involvement (until James was dared to lick his face) and lied left and right to keep the other’s from thinking him strange. He was sure that the other’s were doing much the same thing when a truth was asked of them, leading little guilt to settle on his conscience. Instead a hate began to brew that mixed with frustration. Remus was virgin, and he predicted to stay that way.
Brooke was a mess, he had to admit. While she raved of Stones Rolling and clumsily trailed her fingers up the nape of his neck, Remus took the liberty to grab whatever was left of a nearby vodka bottle and chug it down. The stinging sensation his mouth bothered him very little as it trailed down his throat. The more he drank, the more he felt tolerable of the glob beside him. Still, Remus sulked, nodding every so often to keep her believing that he was listening. He remained polite as he felt her touch move further up his leg. Her other hand had found enjoyment in the sandy brown locks of hair on his head. Soon enough she was examining the color, questioning the so many grays that she found entwined and tugging a few out. He winced, giving another lie of aging early in his family. This night was the worst he had all summer. Looking around, the others were enjoying themselves. With the exception of James, things went as planned. Peter was digging well into Janice’s (he couldn’t remember her name) mouth. Remus could only dart over Sirius in fear of what was happening with them. Brooke still had not given up as she took Remus’s hand and outlined his palm. The sensation was cooling and sickening. He believed the alcohol to be working it way into his system. His inhibitions of not wanting furry children were draining.
Even if it was his least liked person of the moment, Sirius helped in clearing Remus’s drunken ideas. A strong whiff of heavy perfume and cologne hit his nostrils. His face reddened greatly at this. His eyes widened at Sirius’s remark. “I--NO!” he slurred, not even realizing that he just as easily asserted Sirius’s words as he tried to reject them. He pouted then, watching Brooke waddle away. He looked down to glare at Sirius, only to see such an idiotically innocent expression. “You get me… so angry.” Remus managed to blurt out. He did nothing to shoo Sirius away though. He wondered if Sirius and the others always called him gay. He was a virgin. Remus was a virgin. By God, he was nearly seventeen and a virgin. He pouted even more now, looking at the verge of tears. Biting down on his lip he looked ahead at a rather angry looking Abigal. To the side James looked ready to die. Remus had Sirius lounging against him. Remus’s worst fear came true in seeing Brooke and Peter have at themselves.
“Let’s just end it.”
He was more miserable than when he had gotten to the Potters’, he was still growing cobwebs in his nether-regions, and all he wished was for sleep to overcome him. “I want… to go.”
Not once could Remus find joy from what a party could bring. Embraced by friends that might as well have been brothers, all that he could think of was the slim chance of anything productive happening. At the mention of Peter’s ‘glaring virginity’, Lupin’s lips thinned considerably. He was a virgin, to no surprise. Why Sirius hadn’t brought this into thought before opening his gob was beyond his path of suggestions. The other Marauders had to have known of Remus’s lack of lady-folk. His only encounter with a girl happened on Christmas under mistletoe. He was drunk, as was she, and both had fooled each other into the rather slobbery mess that resulted that night far too long ago. Privately, stored in places so deep that even Remus forgot of them, he was very well certain that Peter had gotten more out of a girl than he ever had. And when Sirius mentioned this, such a fact hit him very well. As James went on to refresh memories of the Potter home, Remus was out of sight seconds after the bathroom was mentioned. He dashed into the spare bedroom and tenderly arranged a clean pile of clothes, grabbed a wash towel, and was scrubbing himself pink for over an hour.
Even after the shower his virginity stayed on his mind. James had hinted Remus in on the plans for the night, cautioned him to dress warm, and warned him of not bringing any oddities that might bring on suspicion. Of the four, Remus considered himself well informed on what he had to do around Muggles. At least he believed himself to be the most reasonable. What he found humorous was his being a werewolf. Still, he paid no mind. Pulling a red sweater that belonged to James and grabbing a ticker pair of socks, Remus was well equipped for the night. The girls were another story. He remained frustrated over the matter of having to be around girls for the sake of Peter. The sake of Peter, by Merlin’s beard, Remus needed the comfort! He remained the kill-joy the rest of the night, taking no interest in any of the girls. His mind led him to think it would always be that way, furthering his depressive mood. During Truth or Dare Remus had little involvement (until James was dared to lick his face) and lied left and right to keep the other’s from thinking him strange. He was sure that the other’s were doing much the same thing when a truth was asked of them, leading little guilt to settle on his conscience. Instead a hate began to brew that mixed with frustration. Remus was virgin, and he predicted to stay that way.
Brooke was a mess, he had to admit. While she raved of Stones Rolling and clumsily trailed her fingers up the nape of his neck, Remus took the liberty to grab whatever was left of a nearby vodka bottle and chug it down. The stinging sensation his mouth bothered him very little as it trailed down his throat. The more he drank, the more he felt tolerable of the glob beside him. Still, Remus sulked, nodding every so often to keep her believing that he was listening. He remained polite as he felt her touch move further up his leg. Her other hand had found enjoyment in the sandy brown locks of hair on his head. Soon enough she was examining the color, questioning the so many grays that she found entwined and tugging a few out. He winced, giving another lie of aging early in his family. This night was the worst he had all summer. Looking around, the others were enjoying themselves. With the exception of James, things went as planned. Peter was digging well into Janice’s (he couldn’t remember her name) mouth. Remus could only dart over Sirius in fear of what was happening with them. Brooke still had not given up as she took Remus’s hand and outlined his palm. The sensation was cooling and sickening. He believed the alcohol to be working it way into his system. His inhibitions of not wanting furry children were draining.
Even if it was his least liked person of the moment, Sirius helped in clearing Remus’s drunken ideas. A strong whiff of heavy perfume and cologne hit his nostrils. His face reddened greatly at this. His eyes widened at Sirius’s remark. “I--NO!” he slurred, not even realizing that he just as easily asserted Sirius’s words as he tried to reject them. He pouted then, watching Brooke waddle away. He looked down to glare at Sirius, only to see such an idiotically innocent expression. “You get me… so angry.” Remus managed to blurt out. He did nothing to shoo Sirius away though. He wondered if Sirius and the others always called him gay. He was a virgin. Remus was a virgin. By God, he was nearly seventeen and a virgin. He pouted even more now, looking at the verge of tears. Biting down on his lip he looked ahead at a rather angry looking Abigal. To the side James looked ready to die. Remus had Sirius lounging against him. Remus’s worst fear came true in seeing Brooke and Peter have at themselves.
“Let’s just end it.”
He was more miserable than when he had gotten to the Potters’, he was still growing cobwebs in his nether-regions, and all he wished was for sleep to overcome him. “I want… to go.”
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