GREYBACK, Ivy Winters

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IVY WINTERS GREYBACK!

She's taking her time making up the reasons
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows from the smiles and the look in their eyes
Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one!


BASICS
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FULL NAME Ivy Winters Greyback[/color]
NICKNAME N/A[/color]
AGE 17[/color]
GENDER Witch/Bitch[/color]
HOUSE OR FORMER HOUSE Slytherin[/color]
BLOOD STATUS Unsure/pretty messed up.
PLAY-BY [/color][/color][/font]Phoebe Tonkin[/color]
CANON OR ORIGINAL Canon[/color]
ADULT OR STUDENT Student[/color]
PROFESSOR? IF SO WHAT SUBJECT? N/A[/color]
OCCUPATION? IF SO WHERE DO YOU WORK? Clothes Shop Assistant in the muggle world in school holidays[/color]


WAND Unicorn hair, 12 1/2", Fir[/color]
PATRONUS Werewolf[/color]
MIRROR OF ERISED A new, loving family and a prince charming to sweep her off her feet[/color]
BOGGART Full sexual assault[/color]


STRENGTHS Distancing herself from her memories
Turning a bad thing into a good thing
Hurting people[/color]
WEAKNESSES Her siblings in real need
Being alone too much
Hurtful comments from those whose opinions she actually values[/color]
LIKES Bitching about people
Making peoples' lives misery
Bullying
The full moon and accepting her inner beast
The very few friends she has
Being feared
Men[/color]
DISLIKES Most people
Bad smells
Failing
Being beaten (either in fight or by her father)
Being annoyed[/color]

OVERALL PERSONALITY Ivy is a manipulative, annoying, rude, undermining individual that would rather sit and watch others struggle in life. She takes a perverse pleasure in watching others being down trodden and dislikes it when the small and weak start standing up for themselves.

Ivy enjoys the company of guys, older or younger she's not fussed, she has almost no limits and al though a lot of people dislike her and a lot of guys say they wouldn't touch a werewolf slut like her with a ten foot broom, though what they say and what they do quite are usually quite the opposite and Ivy welcomes them, she has a couple of known spot that she hangs out at, during the day there's a tree close to the lake and nearly at the edge of the forbidden forest and during the evenings she lurks in an empty classroom on the first floor, Ivy enjoys a little or a lot of fun.

Despite being quite mean and slutty externally she actually values the opinions of a few people close to her and when they have negative things to say she takes it quite hard and usually throws a hell of a tantrum. She does not take criticisms well but she hands them out freely to others whenever she feels the need.

Ivy has another side to her, one that comes out at the full moon, her werewolf side. She freely allows her beast to manipulate her feelings, they are the one and the same being and as such she believes the beast has as much right to feel emotions as she does, this contributes to her tantrums and bullying nature. She enjoys the power that she feels and knows that people fear her because of her nature and she likes to be feared as she believes it to be a sign of respect.[/color]


MOTHER Unknown Female[/color]
FATHER Fenrir Greyback[/color]
SIBLINGS Boy, Boy, Boy, Girl[/color]
OTHER None[/color]

HISTORY Parental Guidance Is Recommended ;)

To say any of the Greyback children had a happy home and upbringing would be a grave understatement. There was abuse, neglect humility all because of one man. One beast.

Ivy never had a name and "Ivy" was a name she had chosen for herself when she reached ten years old. Her older brother decided that it was time to give himself a name and name his siblings since he was going to be heading off to Hogwarts and was going to need a name to be called by and likewise so did the other siblings. Her older brother called himself Weston Chambers after the streets they were on and near and he wanted to help name each of his siblings, giving them names, like a parent would but Ivy had decided on something she liked the thought of, something she thought was pretty. In her view their father had given them a wonderful gift, despite him not knowing, the chance to name themselves, how many other children could do that?

One day, after a full moon, the family had been laying about, exhausted, their father it had seemed was rather angry for he had apparently chosen to roll about in a batch of poison ivy, it was then that she knew she wanted to be called Ivy, she wanted to get under her father's skin and make him itch, she wanted to get under everyone's skin, torment them and annoy them, that was when she'd told her brother she wanted to be called Ivy and he agreed, all she needed now was a middle name.

Only a little time passed by and Ivy was out stealing money from tourists and passers by when she heard a what she thought and extraordinarily beautiful surname of a family. Winters. It came from a rich muggle family she was watching, the children were adored by their parents and the family just seemed so happy, Winters was Ivy's way of having a normal, happy family, a little ray of hope that maybe she'd be rescued from the hell she felt she was living in. She only ever confided her reasoning for this name with her brother, Weston and how could an older brother reject a name that came from a genuinely heartfelt place? A spot in Ivy's heart that wished for something more than the father they had, a better father that they all deserved.

Born the second child to Fenrir Greyback, Ivy had not known her mother and isn't even sure if she shares the same mother as any of her other siblings. She once asked her father and got a good backhand across the side of her face and she learnt not to ask questions again. She'd only been three at the time and it stands as her earliest memory. For as long as she could remember she was referred to as 'girl' she had a younger sister that was also known as 'girl' that she would just call 'sister' but whenever Fenrir called for 'girl' it usually meant Ivy for she was more capable of doing things, making tea, making his bed, getting his paper (even though she was certain her father could not read properly) and other sorts of things.

The time came for her older brother to go off to Hogwarts and Ivy became the eldest of the household all though she had never really grown up all the closely to her siblings, there wasn't much to talk about as their father hated too much noise and wanted them for his own small little sort of army to protect himself. What was better than having a pack of werewolves ready to lay down their lives for you? Only Fenrir never really treated his children properly and so Ivy never felt the need to exactly want to protect him. The time came for Ivy to go off to school and she was pleased to be away from the stench of their home. She tried to keep it as tidy and clean as possible but Fenrir was a slob and so were his friends he used to bring home. It wasn't until Ivy came home after her second year of Hogwarts, when she started developing breasts that she was viewed as any sort of sexual object. She was never penetrated but she was groped and pinned down while her father and his supposed friends would pleasure themselves over her naked body, something she came to twistedly enjoy. Any form of attention from any man was welcomed by Ivy. She was never penetrated as her father wanted to keep her perfect to sell when she was fully developed. Fenrir knew he could get a lot for his daughter providing she was kept pure and unbroken but she had to be fully developed and at an ideal age. 15 was when he thought he would get most interest and he would auction her off for a night, well Ivy got onto his plans and destroyed them. She'd known about his plans for a couple of years and as such had already gotten herself a boy to sleep with or two or three. She began to gain quite a reputation and all though people talked about her behind her back, were weary of her and none would befriend her, boys were boys and were more than interested in spending some intimate time with a girl that was willing.

Ivy got a severe beating the night she broke the news to her father. She was near deaths door and Fenrir was pulled away for some reason or another but Ivy was pleased, in agony but pleased. She'd gone to a muggle hospital and was looked after until the wizarding world caught onto a werewolf child in a muggle hospital approaching the full moon. Ivy had been experiencing transformations since she was 4 years old and didn't care where she was or how many she might potentially maim, change or kill. Still she managed to put it down to being physically hurt that it had all slipped her mind, she had told all authorities both muggle and wizarding that she had been hit by a muggle bus that had failed to stop, it was believed as she'd suffered extensive damage. She was fixed up in no time at St. Mungo's and sent home to enjoy the rest of her summer holidays of course she'd chosen the muggle hospital because with their technology it would have taken her a long time to recover and she would not have needed to go home for quite a while.

Ivy's now in her seventh year and has a bad reputation for sleeping around, being a bitch and complete attention seeker. She dresses anyway she feels like and usually it's revealing. She doesn't care too much about what her siblings say or think nor what they get up to, she's very self absorbed[/color]

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