Post by owen on Aug 29, 2010 19:12:01 GMT 1
Nickname:
Owen
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Owen
How You Found Us:
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Contact Via:
PM only, please. I never check emails anyway, so that's probably the easiest way to get me.
What can be found in a name:
Owen Linus Greyback
When the day I was born:
15/01/1960
The Angels screamed:
Fenrir Greyback - father
Linda Williamson - mother
Jason Williamson - step-father
various half-siblings
And Hell shut its doors:
None
While creatures retreated:
Half-blood
To depths unknown:
Ravenclaw
I hide from them:
Anywhere in the grounds that happens to be quiet and sunny
The owl tower
The candy store in Hogsmeade
His bed
The library
Be who they want to see:
Owen is strongly built, with short medium brown hair and blue eyes. His nose is too long and looks like it was broken at some point. He always seems to be a bit off in his posture and expressions, somehow..as if he isn't completely human, or maybe is just a bit strange in the head. He stands a bit hunched, for one thing, and at times is prone to growling and biting. Although he's mostly outgrown biting people.
But that leaves no one:
X
To discover that inside:
As a rule, Owen is a pleasant sort of guy to be around. He accidentally defies the typical personality of a Greyback descendant, and is generally polite, friendly, cheerful, and extremely talkative. Despite this, Owen hasn't got a whole lot of friends. Part of the problem is his last name - being the son of a known werewolf and follower of the Dark Lord is a bit difficult - and part of it is that Owen behaves a bit oddly, without meaning to. He's too smart for his own good, and has too many random talents for anyone to avoid looking at him sideways. Morevor, his magical abilities are less than what one might desire, leading some to think he's a bit of a flop as a wizard. Which is, sort of, true. This doesn't appear to bother Owen, though. His desires in life are fairly superficial, and he's quite happy to ignore people who don't like him, as long as none of them bother him.
Of course, if they do try to mess with him, Owen turns into a bit of a snob. Somewhere inside him, he's rather proud of the fact that his father is a werewolf and his mother is a Muggle, and generally flaunts that fact or uses it as a threat if he needs to. After all, one doesn't want to mess with a guy who might be a werewolf himself. Not that Owen's shown any signs of that, but you never know. And even if Owen is being nice, he can get annoying. Owen doesn't really ever get in bad moods, and is..bubbly..once in a while. Also, he talks too much and too loudly, and uses words that nobody else knows the meaning of.
Continuing in a discussion of the unfortunate parts of Owen's personality is the fact that he'll generally do anything someone asks of him. This can range from lending people money to doing 'favors' for them, some of which can get a bit bad. In his mind, he's buddies with almost everyone (or at least friendly acquaintances) and therefore will do things for other people without thinking about consequences. This has gotten him in trouble once in a while. Also, Owen's fine with doing things for other people if they pay him well..sneaking into teacher's offices, spying, helping people cheat, and so forth. This has made him a popular middleman for the less pleasant crowd at Hogwarts. Not that Owen is totally stupid. Some things he won't do for money...
This soulless being:
Books
Animals
Music
Food
Being outside
Is just as lost:
Class
The dark
Nasty characters
Cinnamon-flavored chewing gum
Green vegetables
As everyone else:
Extremely smart
Friendly, most of the time
Excellent sense of humor
Picks up new (usually non-magical) skills easily
Easy-going
In a world that knows only hate:
Acts a bit strange - both due to his ancestry and because his brain seems to work differently from everyone else's.
Not particularly talented at magic - he can do basic spells, but his top grades are in history, herbology, and magical creatures, which require very little actual magic.
Easily manipulated - Owen trusts almost everyone he meets, and likes to have friends. This makes it easy for someone to persuade him to do bad things.
Talks too much - he's the kind of guy who thinks 'how are you doing?' is an invitation to tell someone exactly how he is.
A bit arrogant - something about being the odd one in the bunch seems to have made Owen proud, not shy like others might become.
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
He'd like to be a full werewolf..because being halfway is a bit of a pain. Or, maybe, a full human, but that seems less likely to happen.
Owen hero-worships his fathers, especially Fenrir, who he has only met once.
They left me to die:
He has an aunt, Julia, who lives in America. His grandmother, Virginia, died several years before he came to Hogwarts.
On a bed of roses:
Unknown, possibly all dead.
Blood seeping through:
Well, there is the fact that his mother got drunk and slept with a werewolf. Then there is the fact that Owen shows wolfish..tendencies. These secrets are covered up pretty well, or would be if Owen didn't insist on using his father's last name.
The satin sheets of fame:
Currently doing fairly well.
What a bitter story of love:
Owen's mother was an American, who moved to Wales to do archaeology. One night she met a man named Fenrir, who bought her drinks and told her strange legends about wolves and men who fought with swords. Nine months after that night, she had a son named Owen. He seemed like a normal baby, except that he acted a bit strange as a toddler..seemed to think he was a dog, and insisted on sleeping with the family pets instead of in his bed. However, his mother married a man named Jason, who somehow managed to get Owen to outgrow that habit. Life proceeded as any family's would. Owen went to school. He was good at math, and also good at sports and music. He was not especially popular in his elementary school, because in his first year he'd bitten one of his classmates, who didn't appreciate the favor. Plus, he could play guitar and violin, but insisted on playing country music instead of the more favored rock and roll. In any case, he was a bit odd.
When Owen turned eleven, he got a letter from a school called Hogwarts. (The letter had his name wrong, and appeared to think he was called 'Owen Greyback.') This place intended to teach him magic, which Owen was thrilled with. He was pretty good at magic tricks, and had taught himself to make coins 'dissapear.'
His step-father, who was a Squib - although he hadn't talked much about that in the past - had to explain that it was a different kind of magic. Owen was somewhat dissapointed, but, with some discussion, his mother allowed him to go. She hadn't forgotten Owen's father. Owen hadn't either, and assumed that he was related to some amazing wizard. This was not so.
Three days before Owen left for Hogwarts, Fenrir visited him on a moonless night and explained what happened. Owen was a bit suprised, but not upset. Having a werewolf for a father explained alot, and was much more interesting than just a normal wizard. Moreover (not that Owen disliked Jason or anything), Fenrir was much cooler than a Squib. Owen tried to get his father to turn him into a full werewolf. Fenrir wouldn't, yet, but Owen hopes his father might turn up one day and change him anyway.
Owen went to school. In his first year, he was placed in Ravenclaw. Also, he won a pet toad from being third in his year at Care of Magical Creatures. Owen named it 'Gollum'.
In his second year, he tried to start a Dungeons and Dragons club, which didn't work out. Apparently pretending to be a wizard was not one of the interests of his classmates.
In his third year, he tried out for Quidditch and didn't make it. Also, he got in a fistfight over a Muggle baseball team and got detention for half a term.
Gollum died of old age in the middle of Owen's fourth year. He was completely heartbroken. He finally figured out how to balance a quill on the end of his nose. He tried out for Quidditch again, and again didn't make it.
Owen wanted to try out for Quidditch again this year, but for some reason didn't. He spends his time trying to avoid classes he doesn't like, and studies once in a while for the subjects he enjoys, and, of course, is still plugging his RPG club idea..which continues to not get any supporters worth noting.
Recently, a man approached him about a career in a 'secret society outside of the Ministry's knowledge', but Owen isn't very interested. Well, he does like the tattoo that the man showed him, but otherwise doesn't really want to. Well, maybe.
He told the man to ask again later.
"So," Owen announced in the middle of study hall (not too quietly, of course), "I figured out how I can make that R.P.G. idea work with all these wizards."
The kid sitting across from him, a year younger than Owen but (he figured) a year smarter at least, stared blankly across the table at the other.
"Didn't you try that a couple years ago? And someone left a note in the common room saying that you were a total nerd?"
"Yes, that." Owen shrugged vaguely and sped on, thinking briefly back to that note. He had no idea who'd left it. Actually, he did have a theory that it was one of his own relatives - several of them were in his house. However, that was fairly unimportant right now.
"Talk quieter," his friend said, casting a glance around. Owen grinned a bit, blue eyes shining, and leaned toward the other boy. His books slid across the table and started taking up space in front of several other chairs. Another student several seats down scowled at him.
"All we have to do is make Dungeons and Dragons popular. Like, make it so the super-special Slytherin types like it, or..I don't know..Sirius Black, maybe.."
Or another popular kid. There were enough that he had trouble keeping track of them all. Owen frowned a bit and scribbled a note about it in the margins of one of his schoolbooks. It was a charms book, which meant Owen probably wouldn't open it again for at least another week, but maybe just writing it down would help him remember.
"Greyback." His friend, or maybe close acquaintance..someone on Owen's side, at least..shook his head wearily. "Seriously. Dungeons and Dragons? You want wizards to take time out of their overdramatic weekends to play..wizards? With you?"
"Of course. It's fun and takes up alot of time which could otherwise be spent studying..wait." Owen frowned a bit, thinking back over what the other kid had said. Something about drama. Yes, there was definitely that. And then..
Well, that comment wasn't quite fair. It wasn't Owen's fault that more horror stories about his father had been in the paper last week. Owen couldn't exactly control what Fenrir did on his weekends. He decided to play dumb.
"With me? Of course with me, duh. It's my game. Unless someone else has it, of course."
"That's not what I meant.." Owen frowned harder as the other kid gathered the pile of books in front of him and stood up.
"..well, good luck with that, Owen. As always, if you ever get if off the ground.." The other guy shrugged meaningfully and walked off. Owen sighed, stared at his scattered books, and picked up his quill. He stuck it on the end of his finger, balanced it for about five seconds, and sighed as it fell off.
One of these days he'd finally persuade all these snobs to abandon their wizard chess. One day..
