Full Name: Remus John Lupin Age: 22 Birthday: March 10, 1960 Zodiac Sign: Pisces Blood Status: Half-blood & Werewolf Affiliation: Order of the Phoenix Occupation: Metalcharmer Sexuality: Bisexual Birthplace: Cardiff, Wales Currently living: Soho - London, England Faceclaim: Jack Wolfe Height: 5'9" Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Scars: Many all over his body from werewolf transformations Tattoos: None School: Hogwarts House: Gryffindor Extracurriculars: Prefect, dueling club Parents: Lyall & Hope (nee Howell) Lupin Siblings: None Wand: 10 ¼", Cypress, Unicorn hair, pliant Patronus: Wolf Boggart: The full moon Pets:
TRAITS
(+) observant, adaptable, witty ( -) insecure, sarcastic, stubborn
GROWING UP
Remus’ first clear memory was one of pain. Of waking to the chill of an open window just before teeth ripped at his flesh and shouting erupted from the hallway. Curses flying everywhere and the sight of a fleeing wolf. He had been just 5 when Fenrir had taken his childhood from him, the night his father’s eyes became haunted, blaming himself for bringing this upon his son. From then on his life was pain, countless healer visits telling his parents the same thing, that there was no cure. It was a lonely life, being forbidden to play with other children, constantly moving so no one would discover him. His father not able to meet his gaze as he chained his child and placed silencing charms on the room. But as he grew so did his strength and he became harder to contain, and his hopes of ever attending Hogwarts became further away. Sheer willpower was no match against the beast he had become, self-hatred running rampant through him, biting and scratching himself to try and curb the monster but it wasn't satisfied.
Lyall did his best for his son, providing him an education at home, starting his magical education as he feared his child would never be allowed to attend school. The fears they both shared didn’t come to pass though as Dumbledore came to see Remus just after his eleventh birthday and assured him that he would be allowed to attend and that arrangements had already been made. It was more than he had ever hoped, to attend a magical school and be around other children. It was also frightening, worrying that someone may discover him, that even though he may be able to be among them he would never be able to truly let them know him. As if they knew what he truly was they would run from him in fear, so he would have to keep them all at arms length. Despite this he was grateful, having heard his father’s stories of Hogwarts and wanting to learn magic in such a place. And maybe he could learn how to better hide himself there, to keep himself concealed, to eventually heal his own injuries.
START OF THE WAR
During his childhood he had become good at not attracting attention to himself during the day, at being quiet and making himself small so people wouldn’t notice him. This was something he kept up at school, speaking quietly and never volunteering anything himself. Somehow despite this he became friends with his fellow dorm mates, now having to provide excuses for his monthly absences terrified of what they would think if they found out. But his friends were clever and figured out what he was in their second year and their acceptance went so deep that they became animagi to further support him and keep him company during his transformations as he wasn’t a danger to other animals. They achieved it in their fifth year and with their influence he was able to keep a little more of his mind during his transformations despite his body still being very much a wolf. It was this year he became a prefect allowing him more freedom to be out after hours.
It was with his friends he was finally able to let go and be himself, no longer feeling fear of rejection and judgment, but instead safe and accepted. His personality flourished, he was still studious and quiet but he became more of a prankster like his friends letting himself be led into mischief and sometimes doing the leading but not as often as Sirius or James by any means. It was a happy time for him despite the war outside the walls as he had never experienced friendship before. Even with this new found freedom he kept his grades up and graduated with outstanding grades which would have meant the pick of jobs but the happy bubble he had been living in popped as soon as he left school. In the real world people would start to notice his absences or other signs of his lycanthropy so he had to be very careful of any job he took. There was no Dumbledore around to cover for him now. He couldn’t be around aurors who were trained to look for signs or some of the other ministry departments where eyes would be on him. Remus went to work as a metalcharmer, he had always been good with charms and the work was solitary allowing him to largely work from his flat going to the shops when necessary to bring in the items. It granted him a great deal of freedom for being away when necessary and no eye possibly catching onto the signs of what he was.
His mother became ill and soon passed away, but the only solace he took in it was that she wasn’t a victim of war, but it hurt nonetheless. He wanted to provide comfort for his father but he didn’t want to ruin his peaceful existence and threw suspicion on him again as he had done when he was a child. Now free of school and his bubble he took an active interest in the war joining the Order with his friends. He wanted to believe there was a world where blood status didn’t matter, and maybe one day where what he was didn’t either, where he wouldn’t be viewed as a monster.
PRESENT TIME
The betrayal of one of his best friends hit him hard and left him feeling vulnerable that he had put his trust in someone who betrayed them so completely, and someone who knew his darkest secret. With the invention of the wolfsbane potion gaining more control on his transformations was within reach, but the potion was complex and the ingredients expensive. He did what he could to find most of them in the surrounding forests, finding another werewolf while he was there that offered help. Hearing of his struggle Dumbledore enlisted help from a skilled potion maker within the order. This gesture didn’t come without a cost though, Dumbledore wanted him more in control so he could have his wits about him when dealing with the other wolves and navigate the danger with a clear head to track them down and convince them to join their side. The prospect of seeking out feral wolves was terrifying but he had to do his part. Remus owed his very life to Dumbledore, he wouldn’t have anything without him and was indebted to the man. In his eyes he could do no wrong and trusted his judgment implicitly and would do whatever was asked of him. It was a dangerous mission, but anything related to such a mission for the Order was and he thought it worthwhile, turning werewolves away from Voldemort and the darkness of their nature, to show them there could be another way. This new potion while not a cure gave them a hope of living with their affliction, a chance at a better life.
HEADCANONS
Since he wasn’t allowed to play with other children he became an avid reader, having his adventures without ever leaving his room, dreaming of the day he might be able to have a real one
He had small adventures in the wooded areas around his house but only during the day and always alone
Remus always has chocolate on hand, in the early days after his transformations his father would offer it to him afterwards to try and make him feel a little better. Now it is an ingrained habit, not sure if it actually makes him feel better or just brings him back to the comfort his father was trying to provide.
When he is nervous or anxious he finds himself rubbing the scar on his shoulder and in really bad moments pressing hard against it as if trying to draw the pain out of it to remind him of what he’s gone through, what he’s survived and that he could survive whatever this new challenge was too. In his darkest moments, it sometimes backfires just further reminding him that he isn’t actually human anymore.
If he was able to choose a career he would have liked to be a healer, he is good at healing magic after mending his own injuries and likes to help people but many at the hospital were those who used to treat him and they would never let someone like him in such a job fearing he would infect others and he was sure even if the ones who treated him weren’t around the others would recognize him for what he was seeing the symptoms
Being in relationships is hard for him due to his feelings of self-worth due to the monster within him and how if he really cared for the person they deserved more than a monster. But he could never let them know why as he didn’t want to let them in on his secret. If/when they saw his scars he would make up some excuse about being attacked by a wild animal and left scared.
Started thinking about the metal charmer profession from an early age with his father's education they had looked for careers he might be able to do with his condition that didn’t involve being around other people.
He has a nervous habit of fidgeting, biting at his lip, pulling at his sweater, scratching at the back of his hands, etc, feeling people’s attention focused on him often makes him uncomfortable in his own skin as if they might see something he doesn’t want them to.
Remus tends to cover his insecurities with a lot of sarcasm, deflecting the attention away from himself.
He is the voice of reason among the marauders, though he participates he tries to dissuade them from the really crazy ones. He is able to temper them just enough for it not to get totally out of control… most of the time.
He wears a crescent moon necklace, which seems an odd choice since the moon is what turns him into a monster, but the crescent of it is when he’s himself and it reminds him that he is not just the monster he becomes during the full moon. It's almost a talisman for him that he often rubs when he is feeling stressed or at odds with himself.
Remus likes to paint or draw, finding it soothing to get lost in the work much like his books and he is able to create rather than destroy.
His growth and overall physique may have been stunted due to the werewolf gene/virus being introduced to his system at such a young age and the fact he fought it rather than gave in to it. His theory is if you give into the wolf, give into the bloodlust and animal nature it would accelerate growth, making you a strong wolf for the pack. Or you fought it and it kept you weak, easy prey for others in the pack to remove the weakest link. His body fought it like a virus rather than embraced it like Fenrir.
