Post by darius on May 7, 2010 1:10:26 GMT 1
Nickname: James
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How You Found Us:MM & rp James Potter here
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What can be found in a name: Darius
When the day I was born:
DOB 16/07/1947 (not his 'real' birthday - it is unknown)
The Angels screamed:
His 'real' parents are dead - he has no memory of them. The person he considers his father is Fenrir
And Hell shut its doors:
Fenrir's pack and offspring
While creatures retreated:
none
To depths unknown:
Halfblood
I hide from them:
If you want to find me you can look for me in Hogsmeade, in the Hogs Head and other dives. Or in the Knockturn Alley... doing all kinds of 'shady' business. I can be found where 'his' supporters are gathered. Then of course there is the forests and villages I hunt under the full moon ... you're always welcome to come to dinner there.
Be who they want to see:
Even though he is over 28 years old, Darius looks younger more around 22. His hair is dark, dark brown to almost back, slightly wavy. His eyes are grey and mostly cold. He is lean, muscular and powerful. He packs a punch when he hits due to his strength. He is six-foot one and quite rugged looking. He wears a black leather jacket or trenchcoat and a black hat, pulled low. Usually he carries two daggers one strapped to his right leg and the other in a sheath at the small of his back along with a 12-inch teak dragon heartstring wand. He is quite hot according to the girls. Oh almost forgot one thing ... Darius is a werewolf.
Yes, he was bitten and raised by Fenrir in Germany. He has regenerative abilities which let him heal, even from the most severe wounds. This is also why he looks younger than he is, as werewolves are slow aging and immune from most physical diseases due to the constant regeneration of their physical tissue. When he gladly changes at the time of the full moon, he turns into a very muscular 8-foot tall gray wolf. While a werewolf he retains enough knowledge to assist his killing, recognition of victiim and evasions of traps. He has enhanced senses, sight, smelling, hearing, etc in both human and wolf form. For those unfamiliar with werewolves, Silver bullets, silver knives, silver etc will not kill a werewolf. He will only have an allergic reaction. Of course if you stab him in a vital organ or give him wolfsbane it will kill him. Though I highly doubt he will let you get close enough.
But that leaves no one:
To discover that inside:
Savage killer by nature he is evil, sadistic and mean. An unofficial Death Eater, but devoted to Fenrir. Like Fenrir he does not bare the dark mark. For this reason he is not completely loyal to Voldemort. He feels Voldemort is using his kind to gain power. He is a lone wolf, following orders to a certain degree, then playing by his own set of rules. He considers humans weak, especially their females. Though they are perfect targets to satisfy his lust before he feeds on their blood. He prefers his own kind and is not mated. (werewolves mate for life)
He likes to laugh, but angers quickly. He has to work hard to control the anger. To not let it show nor let it interfere with his goal or objective. He watches people, studies them to find out what they fear the most. He plays upon those fears to get what he wants. He loves to hear a woman scream or cry. If he considers you a friend, you're lucky as he would be a friend for life. Loyal to his father, Fenrir and his pack. He is second in charge behind Fenrir. While he is 'forced' to change at the full moon, he can change into a Werewolf at will (voluntary) at any time, though he is quite smart and cunning as to not run about doing that unless necessary, as it could earn him a stay at Azkaban or even death.
This soulless being:
5 likes:
Human Blood
To transform to his wolf side
Tormenting & torturing
Fighting
To hear a human female cry/scream
Is just as lost:
5 dislikes
Remus Lupin
Order Members
the Ministry and their Registry
Weakness
Not being considered an equal
As everyone else:
5 strengths
he is confident in himself and his abilities
an excellent duelist
Moves with a quiet swiftness and ease
he can be charming when he has to
tracking his prey
In a world that knows only hate:
5 weaknesses
relationships including friendships
he's a loner
his transformation... makes him vulnerable
his humanity, afraid of being human
potions
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
2 secrets
While he is 'forced' to change at the full moon, he can change into a Werewolf at will (voluntary) at any time
He really distrusts Voldemort
They left me to die:
unknown - muggle
On a bed of roses:
unknown - pureblood
Blood seeping through:
He is a halfblood wizard/werewolf
The satin sheets of fame:
Though technically homeless, he lives with his adoptive father Fenrir and is well off.
What a bitter story of love:
There is a reason his birthdate is recognized as July 16, 1947. That was the day his world changed forever. Just a toddler at the tender age of two, he and his parents were traveling back to their farm in Germany from a trip to visit family. Night had fallen, but the full moon illuminated their way, they continued on instead of putting up in the village.
The howl of a wolf echoed through the night, giving the family a slight chill on that warm summers night. Moving shadows followed the ox drawn wagon, filtering through the trees of the forest that lined the lane. The attack was swiftly executed though it seemed to last a long time it was over in mere minutes. The horrific sound of a woman screaming and a gun blast filled the night air. Quickly followed by the sounds of wolves fighting over a meal, the snapping, yelping and shredding. Above all of that was the shrill constant cry of a baby ... one that was hurt, scared and newly orphaned.
He grew up in the werewolf camps. Learning the ways of the wolf, to fight, mistrust, hate and fear. At age 10 Darius was sent to Drumstrang after he had shown signs of being a wizard. Meanwhile Fenrir had moved to England and joined forces with other clans taking over as their leader. Darius stayed at Drumstrang learning the ways of a wizard. Slipping off each full moon to hunt in the nearby woods and villages. He was a quiet student, keeping to himself and studying. He became quite an exceptional wizard by his sixteenth year. That summer he left school to join his father Fenrir, in England. He now works to bring destruction to the wizarding world alongside his father. Spreading evil and terror, providing Voldemort with the muscle, fear and leverage to use against those unwilling to follow him.
Darius knows that Fenrir is not his real father. But anything else is blank. He has no idea who his real family is or was. So he considers Fenrir as his father and the clan as his family. He would die for either.
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Darius was certainly no lackey. He was often sent on errands when Fenrir couldn't attend a previously scheduled event. Such was in the case of this evening. As it often is with Werewolf clans you always have one that thinks they should be leader of the pack. Fights ensue and sometimes the clan splits, forming two rival clans. Rival clans that more often than not fight each other for control of their original territory. Such a fight broke out between the Loki and Shakra clans. It was a bitter and bloody battle with casualties on both sides. Prisoners were taken to be executed for pleasure. Without intervention by a strong leader the clans would continue to fight until one wiped out the other. Fenrir was that intervention. He and a delegation went to handle the dispute, while he sent Darius to meet with Lucius.
After apparating just outside of the village, he walked past the foggy moor towards the town. The calm, cool night air held the wet smell of decay and peat bogs. The stars shone brightly with a few clouds passing over. Godric's Hollow was a quiet muggle/wizard village. The square empty except for the shroud of fog that half hid the war memorial and the street lights that tried to hold back the darkness. He paused next to the post office and looked across at the church.
The graveyard where the meeting was to take place was just behind the church through the kissing gate. As he crossed the street to the church his eyes searched the area, even though his senses told him only one was about. One could never be too careful. Arriving at the gate he placed his hand on it and pushed it open. Strolling past old and new graves, muggle and wizard, approaching the center of the graveyard.
The fog rolling at his feet, the faint glow of light reflecting off the fog as he walked through the graveyard would give a normal person an erie, creepy feeling. A black cat ran across the path in front of him on the way to finding an evening meal. There in the mist in front of him was a figure ... the person he was to meet. He strolled right up to him, his black trenchcoat swinging along with his stride. "Evening Lucius ... quaint setting." he rose an eyebrow.
Darius was certainly no lackey. He was often sent on errands when Fenrir couldn't attend a previously scheduled event. Such was in the case of this evening. As it often is with Werewolf clans you always have one that thinks they should be leader of the pack. Fights ensue and sometimes the clan splits, forming two rival clans. Rival clans that more often than not fight each other for control of their original territory. Such a fight broke out between the Loki and Shakra clans. It was a bitter and bloody battle with casualties on both sides. Prisoners were taken to be executed for pleasure. Without intervention by a strong leader the clans would continue to fight until one wiped out the other. Fenrir was that intervention. He and a delegation went to handle the dispute, while he sent Darius to meet with Lucius.
After apparating just outside of the village, he walked past the foggy moor towards the town. The calm, cool night air held the wet smell of decay and peat bogs. The stars shone brightly with a few clouds passing over. Godric's Hollow was a quiet muggle/wizard village. The square empty except for the shroud of fog that half hid the war memorial and the street lights that tried to hold back the darkness. He paused next to the post office and looked across at the church.
The graveyard where the meeting was to take place was just behind the church through the kissing gate. As he crossed the street to the church his eyes searched the area, even though his senses told him only one was about. One could never be too careful. Arriving at the gate he placed his hand on it and pushed it open. Strolling past old and new graves, muggle and wizard, approaching the center of the graveyard.
The fog rolling at his feet, the faint glow of light reflecting off the fog as he walked through the graveyard would give a normal person an erie, creepy feeling. A black cat ran across the path in front of him on the way to finding an evening meal. There in the mist in front of him was a figure ... the person he was to meet. He strolled right up to him, his black trenchcoat swinging along with his stride. "Evening Lucius ... quaint setting." he rose an eyebrow.