Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2013 10:31:26 GMT -5
Name: Cruitear. He was born with the full name Joel Lyall Reid-Molotov, but he doesn't identify with his past self. To protect himself, he left his name behind; instead he goes by the name the gypsies gave him.
Birthdate/place: April 12, 2019. Port Elizabeth, South Africa.
Species: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Family:
He is connected to a small Scottish pureblood line, the Reid family. They reside in Glasgow, where his father, Randolfus Reid, and brother, Camden Reid, wait hopefully to one day hear from him. However, he had lost all contact with his mother, Yelena Molotov, years before he went missing. Yelena Molotov is the head of a very powerful, wealthy Russian pureblood family.
Joel Reid went missing three years ago, just before he was to finish his final year at Hogwarts. He hasn’t been heard from since.
Appearance:
Hair: Joel's hair is a thick and curly dark brown.
Eyes: His eyes are a clear grey-blue. They tend to get greyer around the full moon.
Build/height- He stands at an average 5’11”. Joel’s body is lean, muscular more from lack of body fat than any sort of exercise. He is as active as he must be to stay alive as the nomad he is.
General Description- Cruitear lives the life of a travelling musician, a constant entertainer. He is homeless and looks that way, wearing disheveled and dirty clothing. He likes the way he looks however, it reminds him of the books he read about jazz musicians from a hundred years ago, dressing in worn collared shirts and suspenders by day and cleaning up to perform by night.
Joel is rarely ever clean-shaven. A side-effect of his werewolf condition makes him look somewhat wolfy in his human form as well, and he doesn’t care enough to maintain it.
Joel has various small marks and scuffs from his nights out on full moons. There is a dark scar on his left shoulder, tooth marks from when he was bitten by the wolf as a child. The only other remarkable scar on his body is a stab wound just below his rib cage on the right side of his body, from the night he went missing.
Several faded homemade tattoos are scattered around Cruitear’s body, mostly etching and doodling by other gypsies. They include: a black etched portrait of Saint Cecilia on the left side of his chest, a small ‘x’ in between two of his knuckles on his left hand, gaelic lyrics to an Irish musical folktale from the middle of his left bicep down to the middle of his forearm wrapping around, and two dark red gouges on the inside of his right wrist.
Joel’s werewolf form looks somewhat odd for the United Kingdom. His werewolf frame is more muscular, with a longer snout and shorter ears. His fur is longer and a lighter color, with patches of dark brown spots of fur along his back. He was bitten in South Africa as a child, so it is assumed by his magizoologist parents that his coloring shows there are varying species of werewolves around the world.
Possessions- Only his violin, a mandolin, and the clothes on his back. He is often followed around by a hound, but neither of them belong to each other.
However, Joel is always welcomed at the Leaky Cauldron with a warm whiskey, a spare cot, and a piano in the corner with a card on it stating to the patrons that it is 'Reserved for Cruitear'.
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes-
The world is a constant performance for Cruitear. When he is with others he is boisterous, eloquent, and so charming that people rarely see it’s all a façade. His musical genius is unparalleled by anyone he has met, something Cruitear will happily tell you himself. He has an encyclopedic knowledge of music, both wizard and muggle. Cruitear sings the praises of muggles, lauding them for their resourcefulness and creativity, and claims that the wizarding world wouldn’t be as successful as it is without the muggles as competition.
Cruitear is a compulsive liar in this persona, however, and it is difficult to get a straight story from him. At the beginning of a story Cruitear is the orphaned son of a fire-breathing carnival performer, but by the end he is the heir to a sultan’s throne in a new Ottoman Empire. Every story is told with the same bravado, making it difficult to tell which may be true.
Underneath the mask of Cruitear, however, Joel Reid is still very much alive.
Joel is still reeling from loss and guilt over what happened years ago that caused him to disappear. He trusted someone he shouldn’t, and they took advantage of him. He has killed people in his werewolf form, and that is something he can never take back. The guilt cripples him, keeping him from opening up who he is to anyone. In hopes of making a new start, Joel changed who he was. But there is never any going back for him.
Joel’s natural temperament is the opposite of his Cruitear persona. He is quiet and shy. He is terrified of opening himself up, instead expressing what he cannot say in his music. It was when he was making music that he would gain confidence and take control of himself. Little did he know, when that developed in him it was the birth of Cruitear.
Before disappearing, Joel was very close with his brother. He often misses him, and in his darker moments thinks about going to find him. He never does.
The root of his troubles his how little value Joel places in himself. Joel believes he can never be useful for anything good, and if he could his werewolf curse would only get in the way. He has found a way to hurt everyone he loves. He is afraid all the time of hurting anyone again, so he hides himself away. It isn’t an enormous loss, he figures.
Joel is omnisexual.
Alliance- None.
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral
-Adults-
Former House- Slytherin
Job- Joel is unable to hold down a job, and instead makes a meager amount as a freelance musician, often working with gypsies and other shady individuals.
Employer- None.
OWLs/NEWTs- Joel actually did quite well on his OWLs, maintaining consistent E and A levels throughout. Unfortunately he went missing before ever getting the chance to take his NEWTs.
Other:
Magical Skills- Joel is a master of magical music making, as well as making music the muggle way. He plays eight instruments (piano, violin, guitar/mandolin, cello, harp, bass [upright], trumpet, and percussion) and can often play simultaneously with the aid of magic. He has often been called the One Man Orchestra.
Patronus- Joel cannot summon a patronus.
Wand- 10 in, driftwood, core unknown. It was a wand he found; Joel left his own wand behind for fear of being identified by it. Because of this, he is not particularly skilled with it, and can only manage basic spells and the ones he uses for music-making.
Goals/Aspirations- Joel wants to find a place where he belongs. He doesn't know what that means, or where he should go, but it sounds like a good start to him.
Other Information- Joel speaks in a Scottish accent, as he was primarily raised by his Scottish father's family. However, he and his brother both speak Russian, from when he was younger and would visit his mother in high-society Russia. After his accident, that rarely happened, and he is now quite rusty on his Russian. Joel is also partially fluent in Afrikaans, a language he learned at a young age in South Africa. He enjoys the music of the gypsies, and is trying to learn Gaelic to be able to sing along with them when he plays for them.
History-
Summer, 2035.
Holding a bloodied rag to his side, the quiet of the early morning in the Forbidden Forest was unsettling compared to the terror of the night before. Joel put his finger to the dust of the floor; this would be the only time he could write this down. The groaning, shifting Shrieking Shack would be the sole recorder of the story behind that of Cruitear.
'I was Joel Lyall Reid, and here is my resting place.
My parents were Randolfus and Yelena Reid-Molotov, my brother was Camden Reid. I was born in South Africa, where my parents were studying magizoology. I was raised mostly by nannies and Camden, as my parents were often out on expeditions. I grew close to Camden and learned a lot from my nannies in South Africa. Most importantly, I learned to love the one thing that made me who I was: music. I began with piano and violin, as a means to entertain my parents when they would visit me. But soon my obsession grew.
I was seven when I was bitten. My parents were on an expedition and my brother was at Durmstrang when our village was attacked. My nannie was killed. I recovered only narrowly, but was left cursed. My werewolf curse destroyed my family, and we split; my mother moved back to Russia, and my father, Camden, and I moved to Scotland. They tried to help me get control over my curse in the years leading up to Hogwarts.
Hogwarts was particularly difficult for me. I was sorted into Slytherin, a house that was hard on my kind. There was a darkness in me that my house brought out with each new torment my classmates would think up. Again, I took my solace in music. With years of practice I had become a prodigy, known as a talented classical pianist and violinist in both the magical and muggle worlds. My true passion was jazz, however, and I began to lead a band through the music program at Hogwarts. I bonded with the music professor, gaining my first true friend. He knew my secret and still valued me as a musician and a person. At least, that's what I thought.
The professor, it turns out, was working for a league of dark wizards. Our friendship had been an attempt to recruit me not as a dark wizard, but as a werewolf. I was to be their pet. I would do their bidding, be their prisoner. Slowly, I was losing control of myself on the full moons, no matter how I restrained myself or how much Wolfsbane Potion I took. I was utterly out of control. Until tonight. Tonight is the last night they control me. Tonight, Joel Reid died. If they can't find him, I'm safe.
They can't make me kill again if they can't find me.
I didn't know her well, I'd only seen her on occasion when I visited Hogsmeade on weekends. She worked at the Three Broomsticks, I think. Poor woman. she had wronged someone powerful, and they sent me on the full moon to get her. The Hogsmeade villagers were able to fight me off, stabbing me in my side. But they were too late. I have committed my first killing as a werewolf. I will do everything in my power to make it my last.
This is the end of Joel Reid. He will not return from this night. But I will remember him, and I will try to do what he would have wanted of me.'
Birthdate/place: April 12, 2019. Port Elizabeth, South Africa.
Species: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Family:
He is connected to a small Scottish pureblood line, the Reid family. They reside in Glasgow, where his father, Randolfus Reid, and brother, Camden Reid, wait hopefully to one day hear from him. However, he had lost all contact with his mother, Yelena Molotov, years before he went missing. Yelena Molotov is the head of a very powerful, wealthy Russian pureblood family.
Joel Reid went missing three years ago, just before he was to finish his final year at Hogwarts. He hasn’t been heard from since.
Appearance:
Hair: Joel's hair is a thick and curly dark brown.
Eyes: His eyes are a clear grey-blue. They tend to get greyer around the full moon.
Build/height- He stands at an average 5’11”. Joel’s body is lean, muscular more from lack of body fat than any sort of exercise. He is as active as he must be to stay alive as the nomad he is.
General Description- Cruitear lives the life of a travelling musician, a constant entertainer. He is homeless and looks that way, wearing disheveled and dirty clothing. He likes the way he looks however, it reminds him of the books he read about jazz musicians from a hundred years ago, dressing in worn collared shirts and suspenders by day and cleaning up to perform by night.
Joel is rarely ever clean-shaven. A side-effect of his werewolf condition makes him look somewhat wolfy in his human form as well, and he doesn’t care enough to maintain it.
Joel has various small marks and scuffs from his nights out on full moons. There is a dark scar on his left shoulder, tooth marks from when he was bitten by the wolf as a child. The only other remarkable scar on his body is a stab wound just below his rib cage on the right side of his body, from the night he went missing.
Several faded homemade tattoos are scattered around Cruitear’s body, mostly etching and doodling by other gypsies. They include: a black etched portrait of Saint Cecilia on the left side of his chest, a small ‘x’ in between two of his knuckles on his left hand, gaelic lyrics to an Irish musical folktale from the middle of his left bicep down to the middle of his forearm wrapping around, and two dark red gouges on the inside of his right wrist.
Joel’s werewolf form looks somewhat odd for the United Kingdom. His werewolf frame is more muscular, with a longer snout and shorter ears. His fur is longer and a lighter color, with patches of dark brown spots of fur along his back. He was bitten in South Africa as a child, so it is assumed by his magizoologist parents that his coloring shows there are varying species of werewolves around the world.
Possessions- Only his violin, a mandolin, and the clothes on his back. He is often followed around by a hound, but neither of them belong to each other.
However, Joel is always welcomed at the Leaky Cauldron with a warm whiskey, a spare cot, and a piano in the corner with a card on it stating to the patrons that it is 'Reserved for Cruitear'.
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes-
The world is a constant performance for Cruitear. When he is with others he is boisterous, eloquent, and so charming that people rarely see it’s all a façade. His musical genius is unparalleled by anyone he has met, something Cruitear will happily tell you himself. He has an encyclopedic knowledge of music, both wizard and muggle. Cruitear sings the praises of muggles, lauding them for their resourcefulness and creativity, and claims that the wizarding world wouldn’t be as successful as it is without the muggles as competition.
Cruitear is a compulsive liar in this persona, however, and it is difficult to get a straight story from him. At the beginning of a story Cruitear is the orphaned son of a fire-breathing carnival performer, but by the end he is the heir to a sultan’s throne in a new Ottoman Empire. Every story is told with the same bravado, making it difficult to tell which may be true.
Underneath the mask of Cruitear, however, Joel Reid is still very much alive.
Joel is still reeling from loss and guilt over what happened years ago that caused him to disappear. He trusted someone he shouldn’t, and they took advantage of him. He has killed people in his werewolf form, and that is something he can never take back. The guilt cripples him, keeping him from opening up who he is to anyone. In hopes of making a new start, Joel changed who he was. But there is never any going back for him.
Joel’s natural temperament is the opposite of his Cruitear persona. He is quiet and shy. He is terrified of opening himself up, instead expressing what he cannot say in his music. It was when he was making music that he would gain confidence and take control of himself. Little did he know, when that developed in him it was the birth of Cruitear.
Before disappearing, Joel was very close with his brother. He often misses him, and in his darker moments thinks about going to find him. He never does.
The root of his troubles his how little value Joel places in himself. Joel believes he can never be useful for anything good, and if he could his werewolf curse would only get in the way. He has found a way to hurt everyone he loves. He is afraid all the time of hurting anyone again, so he hides himself away. It isn’t an enormous loss, he figures.
Joel is omnisexual.
Alliance- None.
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral
-Adults-
Former House- Slytherin
Job- Joel is unable to hold down a job, and instead makes a meager amount as a freelance musician, often working with gypsies and other shady individuals.
Employer- None.
OWLs/NEWTs- Joel actually did quite well on his OWLs, maintaining consistent E and A levels throughout. Unfortunately he went missing before ever getting the chance to take his NEWTs.
Other:
Magical Skills- Joel is a master of magical music making, as well as making music the muggle way. He plays eight instruments (piano, violin, guitar/mandolin, cello, harp, bass [upright], trumpet, and percussion) and can often play simultaneously with the aid of magic. He has often been called the One Man Orchestra.
Patronus- Joel cannot summon a patronus.
Wand- 10 in, driftwood, core unknown. It was a wand he found; Joel left his own wand behind for fear of being identified by it. Because of this, he is not particularly skilled with it, and can only manage basic spells and the ones he uses for music-making.
Goals/Aspirations- Joel wants to find a place where he belongs. He doesn't know what that means, or where he should go, but it sounds like a good start to him.
Other Information- Joel speaks in a Scottish accent, as he was primarily raised by his Scottish father's family. However, he and his brother both speak Russian, from when he was younger and would visit his mother in high-society Russia. After his accident, that rarely happened, and he is now quite rusty on his Russian. Joel is also partially fluent in Afrikaans, a language he learned at a young age in South Africa. He enjoys the music of the gypsies, and is trying to learn Gaelic to be able to sing along with them when he plays for them.
History-
Summer, 2035.
Holding a bloodied rag to his side, the quiet of the early morning in the Forbidden Forest was unsettling compared to the terror of the night before. Joel put his finger to the dust of the floor; this would be the only time he could write this down. The groaning, shifting Shrieking Shack would be the sole recorder of the story behind that of Cruitear.
'I was Joel Lyall Reid, and here is my resting place.
My parents were Randolfus and Yelena Reid-Molotov, my brother was Camden Reid. I was born in South Africa, where my parents were studying magizoology. I was raised mostly by nannies and Camden, as my parents were often out on expeditions. I grew close to Camden and learned a lot from my nannies in South Africa. Most importantly, I learned to love the one thing that made me who I was: music. I began with piano and violin, as a means to entertain my parents when they would visit me. But soon my obsession grew.
I was seven when I was bitten. My parents were on an expedition and my brother was at Durmstrang when our village was attacked. My nannie was killed. I recovered only narrowly, but was left cursed. My werewolf curse destroyed my family, and we split; my mother moved back to Russia, and my father, Camden, and I moved to Scotland. They tried to help me get control over my curse in the years leading up to Hogwarts.
Hogwarts was particularly difficult for me. I was sorted into Slytherin, a house that was hard on my kind. There was a darkness in me that my house brought out with each new torment my classmates would think up. Again, I took my solace in music. With years of practice I had become a prodigy, known as a talented classical pianist and violinist in both the magical and muggle worlds. My true passion was jazz, however, and I began to lead a band through the music program at Hogwarts. I bonded with the music professor, gaining my first true friend. He knew my secret and still valued me as a musician and a person. At least, that's what I thought.
The professor, it turns out, was working for a league of dark wizards. Our friendship had been an attempt to recruit me not as a dark wizard, but as a werewolf. I was to be their pet. I would do their bidding, be their prisoner. Slowly, I was losing control of myself on the full moons, no matter how I restrained myself or how much Wolfsbane Potion I took. I was utterly out of control. Until tonight. Tonight is the last night they control me. Tonight, Joel Reid died. If they can't find him, I'm safe.
They can't make me kill again if they can't find me.
I didn't know her well, I'd only seen her on occasion when I visited Hogsmeade on weekends. She worked at the Three Broomsticks, I think. Poor woman. she had wronged someone powerful, and they sent me on the full moon to get her. The Hogsmeade villagers were able to fight me off, stabbing me in my side. But they were too late. I have committed my first killing as a werewolf. I will do everything in my power to make it my last.
This is the end of Joel Reid. He will not return from this night. But I will remember him, and I will try to do what he would have wanted of me.'