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Character Name: Abraham Greyback
Character Age: Sixteen
School: Hogwarts
House: Gryffindor
Job/Year: Fifth
Wand: 7 3/4 in., black wood, serpent scale
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual


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Hair Shade: Brown-black
Hair Style: Short fade
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Build: Athletic
Dressing Style: Laid back, thread bare but well taken care of.


Likes: Books. Girls. Quidditch. Hexes. History of Magic.
Dislikes: History of Magic class. Rules. Commitment. Being taken seriously. His grandfather.
Strengths: Sense of adventure. Loyalty. Passion. Intelligence. Easy going.
Weaknesses: Moody. Sentimental. Loves easy. Lazy. Arrogant.
Overall Personality: Abraham is intelligent, wise beyond his years when spoken to seriously. He hates being taken seriously, rather not owe anyone anything. He is passionately loyal to those who trusts and he would do anything for them. He loves fun, takes nothing seriously except his family and Quidditch. He has a quick wit and a way of charming a person, being almost improper without coming close to the line, smiling and winking. He is irreverent of the rules, except when it comes to being at the shrieking shack early. He flirts with both sexes and can make anyone feel attractive when he speaks to them, his face always earnest. The teachers scold him half-heartedly for casting protective spells over his friends that had one boy stuck in a painting for two weeks. He comes off as more than a little wild.


Father: Fenrir Greyback
Mother: Alizae Amaya
Siblings: Ugh many.
Others: Various aunts, uncles, and cousins out the wazoo.
Birth Place: London, England
Current Residence: Southern Spain / Hogwarts
Overall History:
Abraham Greyback was born to a reformed gypsy, then a servant in a fine pure blood household. She lied, saying she was married and had been widowed, leaving her bereft and pregnant. The family had taken pity on her and the woman of the house had whispered to her, "We must look out for our own." Abraham grew up on Spanish gypsy lore and stiff manners of a British household. He was a wild child, quiet with wide eyes. He was a favorite of the household, their own children grown, coming home on summer holidays and the like. He was frequently spoiled by the family. His mother would later whisper to him about give and take, to be wary of being in debt, especially to such folk as these, in her low lilting Spanish. She almost always spoke to him in Spanish.

He lived a privileged child hood, tagging along to all manner of events, mingling with prominent pure blood children, charming the adults. He learned quickly how to manipulate adults to his favor and found that to a lesser degree he could do it with the other children. His mother was proud of his knack for getting his way, though she would smack him hard when he tried to pull the trick on her, usually because he had almost succeeded. His mother adored him, protected him fiercely, and always strived for him to have the best of everything.

Abraham received his Hogwarts letter with much fan fare. His mother insisted on taking him shopping on their own however. It was because they went down Knockturn Alley, speaking to a shop owner in rapid Spanish, the message short and clipped. Abe was too busy taking in Diagon Alley now that he actually got to choose what he wanted without manipulating someone into buying it. He strutted in his robes, inhaled deeply into the books he purchased, cooed at the hawk he picked out for his fearsome eyes. The only place they did not enter was the wand shop, which had saddened Abraham at the time. When they were home, his disappointment disappeared. He inherited his great-grandfather's wand, 7 3/4 in., black wood, with a core of serpent scale. It fit to his hand perfectly, pleasing his mother, sending a warm glow up his arm.

His first year at Hogwarts was blissful. He was pleased with how he was sorted and he already had many acquaintances from all the parties and events he had attended. He did well in class but missed his mother fiercely, writing to her every day, sending his hawk into the night. He still came home reluctantly, back to stiffer rules. His mother however was not so protective of him and allowed him to roam during the days. His life changed drastically that summer. The moon was nearly full and he was sick as a dog. His mother tended to him, deep fear in her heart. He changed for the first time, a relatively weak version compared to what he would mature into. He was a werewolf. He learned of his father for the first time, a fierce, vicious man. He was in despair.

One night that summer two strange men apparated to the gate. As they greeted them, Abe wary, his mother anxious, Abe realized these men were his uncles. He had never met any of his family. They hugged each other tightly and commenced to talking to Abraham seriously, the first time he was ever spoken to as an adult. He was coming to live with them, no his mother was not coming, but she would visit, his choice was to continue going to Hogwarts or stay? He chose to continue going to Hogwarts, crying shamelessly as his mother hugged him good bye, whispering to write to her and that she would apparate his stuff along.

So he began to live with the gypsies. He stayed with his grandfather. He was cruel to him, sneering and cussing his ignorance, always hard on him. His uncles were the steadying influences he needed and his aunts doted on him and his charming smile. He learned about his curse, how he could pass it along, how to lessen it's affect or even stop it. In a matter of months it was as if he had grown into a man. He carried himself differently and his eyes were almost world-weary at times. Going back to Hogwarts was bitter sweet, and he struggled to guard himself and still be friendly. He learned how to fake it most of the time, known for being friendly and reckless. He still had his time of the month when he was depressed and couldn't hide it, bags under his sleepless eyes.

He earned a reputation as a trouble maker with the teachers, a brilliant trouble maker though. He was summoned to the head master's office one evening, shocked to see his mother standing there, eyes red with crying. The headmaster was very serious as he spoke to Abe, informing him he would be permitted to attend if he agreed to be quarantined during the full moon. He agreed without hesitation and felt weightless for the rest of the year, kept safe by the staff at the shrieking shack.

His education didn't stop in the summers, learning different skills at his grandfather's trailer. He learned of protective spells, hexes, curses, and minor healing spells. He was challenged dangerously, often putting life and limb at peril. He worked hard caring for the animals and tending the gardens, playing Quidditch with the other boys. He flirted with older girls and began to be curious about the mystery of a girl. He developed easy bravado, fighting with older boys, sometimes winning, often losing.

His third year at Hogwarts something had changed. They had hit puberty. Romances flared up and died as quickly, secret kisses exchanged awkwardly, hands held when the professors weren't looking. Abe was a romantic, wooing each girl with equal intensity. He found his tastes changed weekly, bored easily, unsatisfied somehow. He did well in his classes and kept his secret safe.

That summer he lost his virginity to a beautiful sixteen year old gypsy girl. She laughed at him afterward and they stayed together for the summer. Back at Hogwarts, he was a vision on confidence. He went out for the Quidditch team and performed splendidly. He was passionate about it, serious for once in his life, and worked at it hard. He stayed on the straight and narrow because of it, determined to bring Gryffindor glory. They did not win the house cup, but it was a close call. He wooed girls shamelessly and stayed up late talking to his friends.

His most recent summer was eventful as his summers always are. He learned many new things, deeper magic, and also about romance when a friend kissed him under the moon and he liked it. He is worried for many of his friends and also for his family, as to what side they will choose, and who will win.


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[b]Character Name:[/b] Abraham Greyback
[b]Character Age:[/b] Sixteen
[b]School:[/b] Hogwarts
[b]House:[/b] Gryffindor
[b]Job/Year:[/b] Fifth
[b]Wand:[/b] 7 3/4 in., black wood, serpent scale
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Bisexual

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[b]Hair Shade:[/b] Brown-black
[b]Hair Style:[/b] Short fade
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Dark Brown
[b]Build:[/b] Athletic
[b]Dressing Style:[/b] [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=78873302]Laid back, thread bare but well taken care of.[/url]

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[b]Likes:[/b] Books. Girls. Quidditch. Hexes. History of Magic.
[b]Dislikes:[/b] History of Magic class. Rules. Commitment. Being taken seriously. His grandfather.
[b]Strengths:[/b] Sense of adventure. Loyalty. Passion. Intelligence. Easy going.
[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Moody. Sentimental. Loves easy. Lazy. Arrogant.
[b]Overall Personality:[/b] Abraham is intelligent, wise beyond his years when spoken to seriously. He hates being taken seriously, rather not owe anyone anything. He is passionately loyal to those who trusts and he would do anything for them. He loves fun, takes nothing seriously except his family and Quidditch. He has a quick wit and a way of charming a person, being almost improper without coming close to the line, smiling and winking. He is irreverent of the rules, except when it comes to being at the shrieking  shack early. He flirts with both sexes and can make anyone feel attractive when he speaks to them, his face always earnest. The teachers scold him half-heartedly for casting protective spells over his friends that had one boy stuck in a painting for two weeks. He comes off as more than a little wild.

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[b]Father:[/b] Fenrir Greyback
[b]Mother:[/b] Alizae Amaya
[b]Siblings:[/b] Ugh many.
[b]Others:[/b] Various aunts, uncles, and cousins out the wazoo.
[b]Birth Place:[/b] London, England
[b]Current Residence:[/b] Southern Spain / Hogwarts
[b]Overall History:[/b]
Abraham Greyback was born to a reformed gypsy, then a servant in a fine pure blood household. She lied, saying she was married and had been widowed, leaving her bereft and pregnant. The family had taken pity on her and the woman of the house had whispered to her, "We must look out for our own." Abraham grew up on Spanish gypsy lore and stiff manners of a British household. He was a wild child, quiet with wide eyes. He was a favorite of the household, their own children grown, coming home on summer holidays and the like. He was frequently spoiled by the family. His mother would later whisper to him about give and take, to be wary of being in debt, especially to such folk as these, in her low lilting Spanish. She almost always spoke to him in Spanish.

He lived a privileged child hood, tagging along to all manner of events, mingling with prominent pure blood children, charming the adults. He learned quickly how to manipulate adults to his favor and found that to a lesser degree he could do it with the other children. His mother was proud of his knack for getting his way, though she would smack him hard when he tried to pull the trick on her, usually because he had almost succeeded. His mother adored him, protected him fiercely, and always strived for him to have the best of everything.

Abraham received his Hogwarts letter with much fan fare. His mother insisted on taking him shopping on their own however. It was because they went down Knockturn Alley, speaking to a shop owner in rapid Spanish, the message short and clipped. Abe was too busy taking in Diagon Alley now that he actually got to choose what he wanted without manipulating someone into buying it. He strutted in his robes, inhaled deeply into the books he purchased, cooed at the hawk he picked out for his fearsome eyes. The only place they did not enter was the wand shop, which had saddened Abraham at the time. When they were home, his disappointment disappeared. He inherited his great-grandfather's wand, 7 3/4 in., black wood, with a core of serpent scale. It fit to his hand perfectly, pleasing his mother, sending a warm glow up his arm.

His first year at Hogwarts was blissful. He was pleased with how he was sorted and he already had many acquaintances from all the parties and events he had attended. He did well in class but missed his mother fiercely, writing to her every day, sending his hawk into the night. He still came home reluctantly, back to stiffer rules. His mother however was not so protective of him and allowed him to roam during the days. His life changed drastically that summer. The moon was nearly full and he was sick as a dog. His mother tended to him, deep fear in her heart. He changed for the first time, a relatively weak version compared to what he would mature into. He was a werewolf. He learned of his father for the first time, a fierce, vicious man. He was in despair.

One night that summer two strange men apparated to the gate. As they greeted them, Abe wary, his mother anxious, Abe realized these men were his uncles. He had never met any of his family. They hugged each other tightly and commenced to talking to Abraham seriously, the first time he was ever spoken to as an adult. He was coming to live with them, no his mother was not coming, but she would visit, his choice was to continue going to Hogwarts or stay? He chose to continue going to Hogwarts, crying shamelessly as his mother hugged him good bye, whispering to write to her and that she would apparate his stuff along.

So he began to live with the gypsies. He stayed with his grandfather. He was cruel to him, sneering and cussing his ignorance, always hard on him. His uncles were the steadying influences he needed and his aunts doted on him and his charming smile. He learned about his curse, how he could pass it along, how to lessen it's affect or even stop it. In a matter of months it was as if he had grown into a man. He carried himself differently and his eyes were almost world-weary at times. Going back to Hogwarts was bitter sweet, and he struggled to guard himself and still be friendly. He learned how to fake it most of the time, known for being friendly and reckless. He still had his time of the month when he was depressed and couldn't hide it, bags under his sleepless eyes.

He earned a reputation as a trouble maker with the teachers, a brilliant trouble maker though. He was summoned to the head master's office one evening, shocked to see his mother standing there, eyes red with crying. The headmaster was very serious as he spoke to Abe, informing him he would be permitted to attend if he agreed to be quarantined during the full moon. He agreed without hesitation and felt weightless for the rest of the year, kept safe by the staff at the shrieking shack.

His education didn't stop in the summers, learning different skills at his grandfather's trailer. He learned of protective spells, hexes, curses, and minor healing spells. He was challenged dangerously, often putting life and limb at peril. He worked hard caring for the animals and tending the gardens, playing Quidditch with the other boys. He flirted with older girls and began to be curious about the mystery of a girl. He developed easy bravado, fighting with older boys, sometimes winning, often losing.

His third year at Hogwarts something had changed. They had hit puberty. Romances flared up and died as quickly, secret kisses exchanged awkwardly, hands held when the professors weren't looking. Abe was a romantic, wooing each girl with equal intensity. He found his tastes changed weekly, bored easily, unsatisfied somehow. He did well in his classes and kept his secret safe.

That summer he lost his virginity to a beautiful sixteen year old gypsy girl. She laughed at him afterward and they stayed together for the summer. Back at Hogwarts, he was a vision on confidence. He went out for the Quidditch team and performed splendidly. He was passionate about it, serious for once in his life, and worked at it hard. He stayed on the straight and narrow because of it, determined to bring Gryffindor glory. They did not win the house cup, but it was a close call. He wooed girls shamelessly and stayed up late talking to his friends.

His most recent summer was eventful as his summers always are. He learned many new things, deeper magic, and also about romance when a friend kissed him under the moon and he liked it. He is worried for many of his friends and also for his family, as to what side they will choose, and who will win.

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