GREYBACK, lucia

[lil]

Nickname: lil. max. squirrel. that sort of thing.
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What can be found in a name:
lucia marlowe greyback
When the day I was born:
01/06/ 61
The Angels screamed:
fenrir greyback and natalie marlowe
And Hell shut its doors:
two full siblings:
indentical twin sister in hufflepuff --> werewolf?
twin brother in ravenclaw --> not werewolf.
and two half siblings.
While creatures retreated:
none.
To depths unknown:
werewolf + pure blood = werewolf.
[ with admin permission, of course. there aren't any halfblood weres, and bianca told me that it is possibly passed on genetically ]

I hide from them:
slytherin common room.
the grounds.
the library.
the dungeon in general.
the forest.
Be who they want to see:

Lucia has this natural beauty that she simply cannot escape. The natural-ness of it seems to project innocence, and she despises that. In fact, the girl would love for her personality to be projected in her appearance—which would probably result in a red haired, curvy hellfire, but instead she is stuck with what she has. Her face is innocent, with wide blue eyes. Long blonde hair that she doesn’t tend to quite often—leaves it loose and wavy, and it even manages to twist itself into knots against her will. Her nose is aquiline, and average, and she has slightly puffy lips, a mouth a bit too small for her face. Her chin is an obvious pronounced shape that usually goes along with a heart shaped face, but her cheekbones are slightly too receding for the shape to do her any good. As for makeup, it depends on her mood.

Her body is certainly not childlike. She has curves, yes, but her body is thin as to make them not quite obvious enough for notice. She constantly wears tighter clothing to try to make herself look older than her sixteen years. Heels are an iffy subject for this girl. Sometimes she likes them, sometimes not. Sometimes the girl prefers to go barefoot, it truly depends on her mood.

But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:

It’s hard to sum up the character of Lucia Greyback in a few paragraphs, she is a complex person. This girl is prone to quick anger, even over little things that hardly matter. She holds grudges and exacts revenge as she sees fit. She’s also quite judgmental, and can be very blunt when she thinks someone deserves it. As for herself, she judges herself just as harshly, and has high standards to which she forces herself to perform. She is secretive, and hasn’t ever told any of the problems that weigh on her mind. Lucia believes that complaining is for the weak. Which is why she rarely makes friends with anyone who does a lot of it.

But on an opposite plane, she also has this need to be accepted by people. Perhaps it has something to do with her upbringing, or lack there of. The girl has the tendency to charm people, and draw them close to her, then push them away. In that sense, she is a tease. With boys, with friends, with anyone. Flirting comes naturally to her. She has an easy charm when she’s in a good mood, and tends to talk with everyone. While house labels are a concern for her, they aren’t so much as to hinder talking with anyone but slytherin. She dislikes most Hufflepuffs on account of their usually bubbly personalities. Ravenclaws are okay in her book, but she thinks that Gryffindors are idiots. Lucia obviously makes many generalizations.

This soulless being:
lust. rage. books. the night. full moons. passions. lying. her brother.
Is just as lost:
pansies. weakness. hiding. sleep. her parents. being alone. her sister.
As everyone else:
self confident. outspoken. stubborn. charming. well read. eloquent.
In a world that knows only hate:
easily angered. spiteful. obsessed with being loved. manipulative. lying.
And causes pain for the soulless like me:

They left me to die:
an aunt, sister of Natalie whom Lucia + her brother + her sister grew up with to the age of ten.
On a bed of roses:
only her father-- she doesn't know many relatives.
Blood seeping through:
her father is a werewolf. not so much a secret, seeing as he's generally quite feared. her secret is that she is a werewolf as well.
The satin sheets of fame:
somewhere in the middle of rich and poor.
What a bitter story of love:

Lucia has quite a dramatic, miserable history. There was no romance in the relationship between her father and mother. It was rape, plain and simple. Natalie was a pretty young thing, just out of Hogwarts, and looking for a job at St. Mungo’s as a healer that her parents would approve of. And Fenrir, well, you know the stories. He was a feared man already, even so young. While he was indeed intimidating, he certainly didn’t possess any charm with the ladies. He met Natalie one night in a bar. Yes, that sounds quite sketchy, but she was there only once, meeting a friend for a drink after a long day. When the friend was delayed, Natalie found herself in a conversation with a rather unattractive and frightening man. She didn’t know whom it was that she spurned with a few well aimed insults. When she left, she didn’t realize that she was being followed. And this spurned man certainly didn’t give up easily. Well, he was very angry, and when he found her—one thing let to another, and thus Natalie walked away scarred and pregnant.

She didn’t tell anyone about the encounter, and her pregnancy ruined her. She couldn’t tell her family about the father—by then she had realized that the man was Fenrir Greyback. She both hated and loved the child in her stomach, and certainly getting rid of it wasn’t an option. Time passed, and eventually the woman realized that there wasn’t one, but three that she was carrying. She convinced herself that the two were innocent, and there was even a point of time when she tried to convince herself that they were someone else’s. Then there was an infatuation, an obsession with getting revenge on Fenrir. When she reached her ninth month and then gave birth to triplets, a boy and a girl. Natalie sort of faded after this, into a snippet of the woman that she was. While she still cared for the children, there was no love behind any of it. It was as if the birth had made everything seem more real. She was obsessed with revenge. Then she found out that Lucia was a werewolf, as was her sister. Dramatically, she attempted to kill her daughters, turning on the supposedly innocent one. Lucia can’t remember this—only snippets of what she has heard—a paring knife—a sister of her mother intervening—and the psych ward of St. Mungos. High irony, of course, that she ended up in the place where she intended to work.

Lucia, her twin sister, and her brother then moved in with Natalie’s sister, a suspicious woman. She was paranoid of nearly everything. Her husband was a bit better, although he was constantly trying to teach the children what he knew about the Dark Arts. Natalie’s sister, Maria, couldn’t have any children, and James Ashton certainly decided to take in the two siblings as his own. He had a weird way of showing love. While his wife was afraid of nearly everything, this man was all encompassing. He took a particular liking to Lucia, and began to ignore her other siblings. Maria took them under her wing, when she realized that her husband had a preference for Lucia. Her sister adapted well to this, and even became the friendly, bubbly one of the family. Maria adored her almost as much as she hated Lucia. As for her brother, he floated in between the two guardians, not taking root with either. He was closer to Lucia than his other sister, though. And Lucia adored him.

This arrangement lasted until the girl was about ten years old. Maria and Lucia had never gotten long well. Maria seemed to have transferred her anger for the girl’s father, and for her sister’s madness to the werewolf girl. She saw her husband’s fondness for the child as competition in her marriage, and eventually began to hate her. Around this time Fenrir Greyback entered the picture again. He had a vague recollection of Natalie, and sought out her in the ward. She refused to tell him anything. He then proceeded to seek out Maria, because there were rumors about a pregnancy. It only took once, seeing his son and daughters, that he realized that they were indeed his children. Lucia, and her sister, in particular, he recognized to be werewolf like him. He then proceeded to threaten Maria in order to possess his charming little offspring. She didn’t want to give up on her sister's 'better' daughter, nor her son, but was perfectly fine with sending Lucia away. Her husband didn’t know how to stand up against his wife—she had always been so docile, and she told him that she would leave him if he didn’t give the girl up. So he did what any man would do, he listened, and then let Lucia go.

She was cast into yet another world of things that confused her. Her mother was crazy, her father was a stranger, her mother’s sister hated her, and her uncle apparently didn’t love her—though she thought that he had. Her twin sister, the girl with the same face as her was loved more than her, as was her brother. Fenrir Greyback wasn’t a good father either. He was only interested in his daughter for about a month, and then stopped caring. He was past it; she was just another one of his mistakes, albeit a rather interesting one. The man treated her like he did any of his other children, with a distant care and lots of monetary bribes. She knew what her father did, and how he got his money, but she was beyond the point of caring. In some ways, she recognized that she was so much like her father.

&dream
The silence was certainly disconcerting; the only sounds where the footfalls of one’s feet and the croaking of the skeletal ravens that where perched upon a branch in the distance. A castle-like structure loomed ahead, it was a church. The architecture was beautifully carved with scenes of fallen angels and gargoyles, the atmosphere was calming to a soul such as Lucia. Her foot stepped upon a twig, the cracking sound woke the crows from their lazy perch, off in a flash of midnight wings, disappearing into the inky sky. The din from their cawing seemed to echo several times before coming completely silent once again.

Why was she here? Lucy was merely exploring the area surrounding the beautiful place. Several feet forward the entrance to the church seemed both frightening and welcoming in its own way. She wasn’t spineless, but decided for the better of her welfare that she leave and go somewhere else, the emptiness played games with her open mind, causing her to see mirages of others that weren’t really there. Several steps back took her to the path that she had started upon, another step took her into a thorn bush, the braches seemed to reach out to her, to scratch and torment her. Her body wasn’t injured, but she was very frightened, the black silk skirt so carefully chosen was now in ruin, the bottom tattered and worn. Falling heavily on her left side, she emitted a small cry of pain as the thorns reached out, as if to caress her skin. She stumbed to her feet, and shut her eyes tight. A few calming breaths later, her feet found the path again, and she began to run faster than before, desperate to get away.
&end dream


A second later she awoke in her bed, completely alone, but definitely terrified. What had the dream meant. The place was so beautiful and seemed so real. Perhaps she needed to find it? Now she was delusional, as if it really existed in a place like this, where the oldest building that you could find was the falling down postoffice. Whatever the dream was, she wanted just to forget it and move on. The pain of the recent dream still had her rubbing at her legs in attempts to rub off phantom thorns. The girl spotted her pillow laying several feet away from her on the ground. Reaching down, she clutched it to herself.

After regaining composure, Luce stepped off the bed onto the chilling floor. Marble flooring, something that was expensive and totally unnecessary. The cold woke her better than a cup of coffee. It gave her an edge in the bright morning. Feet padded on the cold flooring as she gracefully made her way to her closet. Who cares what she would wear today? After rifling through her drawers, she noticed the set of clothes that she had gripped tightly in her hands. It was the black silk skirt, and the bloodred blouse.

After dressing, only giving a seconds thought to choosing the same thing that she had worn in the dream, she stumbled downstairs, and out the door. Hair unkempt but brushed, she tired it back with a ribbon. The ribbon was black, with lace edging. Faces blurred past her range of vision, and she didn’t want to be caught in a crowd today. Eyes seeking a place to go, she followed a dirt path that led to the beach. Luce didn’t know where she was, and she just stood there, drinking in the morning glow off the water. The air was crisp and chilly, but Lucia didn't seem to notice. She was far to preoccupied with the beauty of the daybreak.

[.going down in flames.]