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JAY THOMAS GREYBACK

look at yourself; look in the mirror, don't you see a lie that you tell yourself again a thousand times?


BASICS
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FULL NAME Jay Greyback[/color]
NICKNAME Jay, Greyback.[/color]
AGE Sixteen as of 29 August[/color]
GENDER Male[/color]
HOUSE OR FORMER HOUSE Hufflepuff[/color]
BLOOD STATUS Pretty fucked
PLAY-BY [/color][/color][/font]Sam Way[/color]
CANON OR ORIGINAL Canon[/color]
ADULT OR STUDENT Student[/color]
PROFESSOR? IF SO WHAT SUBJECT? Not applicable[/color]
OCCUPATION? IF SO WHERE DO YOU WORK? A summer (and Christmas break) job as a waitor at some cute little diner near home[/color]


WAND English Oak, 13 inches, Scale from a rather volatile Ukranian Ironbelly[/color]
PATRONUS A werewolf[/color]
MIRROR OF ERISED Jay's greatest desire would to be seen as a normal, human being. Oh, he knows it'll never happen; that people will forever judge him by his wolf (and he doesn't blame them, as he's of the opinion he's a moster as well) but it would be nice to just be a regular person for once.[/color]
BOGGART His father, for many more reason than he cares to even think about.[/color]


STRENGTHS
>Has a rather lovely singing voice, though rarely uses it in public
>Really good at Runes, the only class he really tries in for the sheer interest he has in the subject
>Is a damn good waitor ("Might as well be sumthin' I'm good at, eh?")[/color]
WEAKNESSES
> Schoolwork in general (For lack of trying rather than lack of understanding)
>Really expensive chocolate
>Turns into a huge terrifying beast every full moon, so... that's a thing.[/color]
LIKES
>Chocolate
>His siblings, for the most part
>Cats (RIP Sir Pounce-A-Lot)
>Runes
>Tea
>Big tippers[/color]
DISLIKES
>Fenrir
>Being a horrid creature (Not in the oh-woe-is-me way, but the factual, oh-hey-i-can-eat-your-face-off kind of way)
>Cheapy gross Hersheys chocolate
>Relationships (because sex is gross and what else is the point?)
>Schoolwork
>Full moons[/color]

OVERALL PERSONALITY Jay is quite the underachiever when it comes to school work. He used to get right good grades, in his first few years of schooling, but after a while he realized that he'd always just be some scary werewolf to prospective employers, and as such, has ceased to try to do well in something that won't help him in the long run. The only subject he even tried in is Runes, but simply because he genuinely enjoyed the subject too much to not learn.

Relationships never appealed to Jay, and he doubted that they ever would. The idea of having sex with anyone makes him cringe, and the point of being in a romantic relationshp with anyone fails to come across to a boy whose only role models on the matter were Fenrir, who has some very dangerous sexual habits (like rape and molestation, not the best thing if one wishes to stay out of jauil) and Weston, who, to be frank, is quite the manwhore.

Jay views himself as a monster. He knows in his heart that he'll always be a werewolf, and nothing will change that. He's not a werewolf hoping for a cure, or one who desperately tries to supress his wolf. In fact, he embraces that alternate side, no matter how much he hates it, because he views the wolf and himself as one and the same; the wolf is just much more feral than Jay could ever hope to be. That's why he doesn't begrudge people when they look on him as some type of monster; because, in the end of the day, that's how he sees himself, too.[/color]


MOTHER Unknown[/color]
FATHER Fenrir Greyback[/color]
SIBLINGS Weston, Sister, Brother, Sister.[/color]
OTHER He had a cat once, but it got out on a full moon...[/color]

HISTORY
Jay was seven, almost eight, when he first felt like a real human being. The time before that was filled with 'you little shit's and 'boy, shut up's and all kinds of verbal abuse that didn't turn physical, not because his father would never go to that extreme (as Jay would unfortunately find out years later), but because his father wanted to keep a good face around the neighbors so he wouldn't be carted off to Azkaban. In any case, physical abuse wasn't needed when Fenrir beat hisyour children with a harsh, demeaning tongue, not even bothering to give them names because that would make them more than the brainless monsters he wanted them to become. But sending his eldest son off to Hogwarts had changed that. After Weston (the eldest's chosen name, after the street their house sat on) had named himself, he liked having a name so much that he chose one for all of his siblings. Weston's youngest brother became Jay Thomas Greyback, and the newly-dubbed Jay felt like all the other children his father never let him play with. He felt normal, and damned if it wasn't the best feeling in the entire world. For the next year, he would lay in his bed before falling asleep, "My name is Jay Thomas Greyback," whispered to himself until the phrase almost lost meaning, only marginally not because he had a name because he was a person. That enigma gave Jay Thomas Greyback a confidence that had almost been squished out of him, a confidence that came from knowing that the boy (for Weston had been a boy at the time) that his inner wolf recognized as his alpha thought that he, Jay (My name is Jay Thomas Greyback), was a person worthy of having a name. As far as Jay was concerned, it was the best (albeit first) birthday present he'd ever get.

And three years later, when Jay was finally, finally able to go to Hogwarts, he didn't feel like it was as magical as it was made out to be. People there were afraid of him, he noticed, because unlike Weston, Jay's wolf and he were one and the same. Sometimes, when upset or confused, he'd growl a rather animalistic growl, and other children his age would stare at him in fear. ("Did you hear? That's a Greyback. They're all horrid creatures. Monsters. His dad turned more people than anyone else in living memory.") As the years passed, Jay's mantra slowly changed. ("My name is Jay Thomas, and I am a person.") But when Weston graduated, finally graduated and moved out, he took his sisters and left Jay and their brother to stay with Fenrir. That was when the real abuse started, the abuse that had previously been promised to his sisters with over-the-clothes petting, and Jay slowly forgot his mantra when he accidently slaughtered his cat one night when Fenrir withheld their wolfsbane and every time he had to stay the night in his father's room. Slowly, the confident, excited boy who marvelled at having a name became a cynical, moody being who hated more than he loved. Soon, the only thing Jay thought to himself was, "Jay fucking Greyback is a monster." And somehow, in a sick and twisted way, the thought comforted him.

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