#fenrir greyback . 002

[mckns]

When: Afternoon Where: Walking Trails Who: Marlene & @redmoonrisings

Marlene was in a surprisingly good mood. Not that she was ever really in a bad mood, but usually she was hung over or tired from staying up too late. But today, she was well rested, had a good breakfast and now she was out for a walk. Not wanting to be around too many people, she opted to walk through some trails at a local park. Nothing too secluded, but not surrounded by couples or families.

She wasn't expecting to run into anybody she knew, but a rather large figure was approaching her from the opposite direction. He looked familiar, and her eyes squinted slightly to get a clearer view. And, as he got closer, she realized who it was and smiled. "Oh, hey! It's my new friend!" Her friend she met from the Quidditch semi-finals, the friend who's name she never got. "Never thought I'd see you again, but you're not really hard to miss."

[apisremus]

@noctevigent

That wasn’t any of your--? I mean I don’t like Agnes but I don’t want her arrested or-- is everyone okay?

[emhowling]

task 002 || family

the vanity’s the greyback’s

darrell vanity - kel mitchell darlene vanity nee harlow - holliday grainger heather vanity - emmy raver-lampman trey vanity - corbin bleu sage vanity - madison pettis emma vanity - madison baily fenrir greyback - tom hardy rosalyn greyback nee crane - jessica lucas

[rcmlupins]

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄   ——   𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕

‘ in loneliness, the lonely one eats h i m s e l f. in a crowd, the many eat him. now c h o o s e. ‘ ⎯⎯⎯ f. nietzsche

001. 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓…

sun or moon? stars or clouds? sea or sky? sunrise or sunset? early morning or late night? snow or rain? pastel or primary colours? hot chocolate or coffee? dusk or dawn? baths or showers? swimming or running? singing or dancing? paperback or hardcover? misty mornings or rainy mornings? soft pillows or hard pillows? pop or punk?

002. 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆…

… forced to choose between saving your best friend or yourself, what would your choice be?

his friends, there’s no question about it. he’d rather save his friend rather than having to go one day without them knowing he could have done something in order to prevent it. sure, his friends would be upset afterwards, possibly angry for doing something so selfish, but he would honestly rather them have another shot at life instead of him.

… trapped on a deserted island, who would you want to have with you?

out of all of his friends, it would have to be lily. not that he doesn’t love his marauders, he really does. but he and lily get along well, and she would certainly be more resourceful. when the two of them combined their minds, they could easily find a way off the island and back to their friends with no problem.

… able to turn back time and given the chance to change one thing, would you?

remus considers this all the time about the night that he was attacked by fenrir greyback. it changed his life forever, and he never saw it as something other than a burden, a curse, a malady. his father was the same way. what if he had just kept his opinion to himself instead of going public? what if he had just left it alone? that way, his only child wouldn’t have this curse that was only because of him. remus hates the fact that he’s a werewolf, and he probably always will. but he wouldn’t change it. it gave him some of the best friends he could ever ask for.

… able to see the future, would you try to change it, or let it happen as it should?

god, if he saw his future as well as his friends’ fate, he’d desperately want to change it. he can’t even imagine one day without his best friends, and now? they’re all dead in a war that doesn’t make any sense, one is wrongfully imprisoned, the other betrayed everything they were trying to protect. and then remus is alone, for years thinking that his best friend helped betray his others. seeing that would bring poor remus tears until he realized what to do. and even though he wants to, he probably would leave it alone. because if it didn’t happen then, it would end up happening eventually and potentially ten times worse. if he let it happen as it should, he would end up spending more time with those he loved and cherishing that time more.

003. 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔…

what’s your character’s myers-briggs personality type?

infp⎯⎯ the mediator.

the mediator is one who looks for the good in all people, an idealist. principles are what guide them, and morality is one of the most important characteristics in remus’s eyes. he never looks for a reward for his actions, he truly does things out of the goodness of his heart.

however, the mediator does have weaknesses, one that is especially prominent in remus. he’s too damn nice. he doesn’t care for his own well-being most days, always putting other people above himself. it doesn’t matter how little sleep remus gets, he wants to be there for people, too much so sometimes.

what’s your character’s alignment?

lawful good.

the lawful good character is a combination of honor and compassion, and remus acts with both of those on a day to day basis. as someone who was appointed as a prefect in his fifth year and responsible for keeping the marauders in line, he’s used to having to follow the rules and trying to make sure that everyone’s okay and taken care of. lawful good is driven by morality as well, thinking that in order to have a well-balanced society, people must behave as they are expected to. like the mediator, they also believe in treating everyone the same, good or bad. however, remus takes this a little too far and just hopes there’s just a little bit of humanity in evil. he desperately wants to believe humanity is inherently good instead of bad.

if you had to use one tv trope to describe your character, what would it be?

innocent prodigy.

this just shows two different aspects of remus. one being innocent: while remus had his childhood ripped away from him, he still remained innocent in the sense that he still believes in the good of people. currently, he hasn’t been jaded just yet to believe that everyone is awful. secondly, the prodigy aspect. while remus wasn’t some kid genius, he certainly was talented for such a young boy.

[aliasgreyback]

HEADCANON 002 | fenrir + lineage

Fenrir Greyback ( f. Elias Reyes ) belongs to the Reyes werewolf line , one of the surviving three lines of BORN WEREWOLVES. None of these lines are native to England , and the last lines in Europe have either dissolved or have been absorbed into Greyback’s pack. The last three lines , including Fenrir’s , originate from Venezuela / Mexico , America ( Indigenous Southwest ) , and Egypt / Northern Africa. Fenrir has ties to each of them , but they are not the strongest , and neither pack was willing to fully commit to his cause.

Fenrir’s own pack mostly consists of bitten werewolves , but there are born werewolves , including some that he himself fathered with women in his pack. He does like to build his pack from within due to the pre - established loyalty , but a crucial aspect of his long game is diminishing the population of wizards , whether that means turning them or killing them.

Fenrir’s mother was a witch , but his father was a full werewolf. She versed Fenrir in magic when he was younger ( and there are few witches who use wands where they come from , even fewer werewolves with magical inclinations ). He had a good enough handle on wandless magic to get by when he was younger , but by the time he began building his pack in Europe , he had little need for or desire to use it.

The last dregs of his father’s pack remain in Southern Mexico following the purge of their home , and Fenrir returns to offer them sanctuary following the first war. This grows his pack substantially but also gives him global connections necessary for expansion. He carries on this work following the second war , returning briefly to Venezuela to once more establish himself in his homeland.

[noctevigent]

Prompt 002. Family

White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men

Sylvia Greyback was born in London to Ukrainian immigrants, she was their second child but the first born in England. As an adult, Sylvia would blame her parents’ heavy workload for allowing her to fall through the cracks. Her parents would blame their eldest son, the neighborhood kids for diverting Sylvia’s faith, and drugs.

By the time she was 23, she no longer spoke to her parents and her brother wouldn’t even tell her which neighborhood he lived in. She would have a son not much long after, finding a man to stick with a few years after that. It wasn’t love, but they provided one another with what they needed. Sylvia was selfish in her addiction, her son Fenrir left to fend for himself.

Having a place to send her young son off to for most of the year was great. He was trouble maker and it was more than a few times that he was dragged back to the apartment by police. Her boyfriend was the disciplinarian in the house. Sylvia couldn’t have stopped him if she wanted to--and she had learned quickly to not want to.

The older her son grew, the less he hung around. Sometimes she wasn’t sure if he was even sleeping there. Children were easier than Sylvia thought. She was proud of him, sure. Fenrir was self sufficient and streetwise. She didn’t need to look out for him. He came home once a year and stayed for only a few nights top.

Then one year it was different. There was blood on the counter and it wasn’t hers or her boyfriend’s. Fenrir was asleep in his room or what used to be it. Now it was a stack of random pieces they’d picked up, a mattress leaned against a wall now laid down amongst the clutter, a broken body curled up on it.

It was four days before the full moon. The last Sylvia would see. 

She closed the door and didn’t ask any questions.

[lordxalexander-blog]

ALEXANDER BARRETT x FENRIR GREYBACK

moodboard #002: when famine meets war

[mckns]

Now in the sunlight and not under the influence, Marlene actually got her first good look at him. Under the stadium lights, she hadn't noticed the scars on his face, or how he looked like he hadn't had a good night's sleep in decades. She knew better, though, to not judge a book by it's cover, and decided to simply pretend she hadn't noticed these things at all.

"I don't think I ever got yours, either." Marlene responded, a nervous chuckle falling from her, "Marlene McKinnon, nice to formally meet you." She said, forcing a smile and holding her hand out for a hand shake.

Some might have been surprised to know that Fenrir was an early riser, but when he could get away with a decent night's rest, it was true—he tended to want to rise with the sun, not after it. Today was one such exceptional day, but instead of a boost to his energy, his start was an irritable one. It didn't help that his first few hours were not spent doing something physically demanding, as he preferred, but wasted with a business dispute. The only bright spot was that said dispute was now rotting in his hunting lodge. But he needed something better to distract himself and decided to leave his own corner of the woods. Greyback didn't often see the value in mingling with magicals, but every so often the buzz of background conversation came as a benefit. At least magicalkind knew, generally, to stay out of his way—emphasis on generally. It wasn't every day that he was directly addressed—particularly without fear—but recognition solved that mystery. She just didn't know better. They hadn't had the opportunity to be properly introduced. "I s'pose I'm not," he agreed, side of his mouth twitching with a smirk. "You know, I don't ever think I got your name."