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darius arcturo sharpe

PERSONALITY

Boggart: Delaney. She's a zombie. She blames him for her death and attacks him.
Mirror of Erised: Himself standing under a full moon, human, normal. She is there.
Patronus: White wolf - Darius' patronus used to be different. He was an Auror, his patronus was strong, infused with thoughts of the woman he loved, it took the form of a fox, matching his love's vixen. After he became a werewolf and an outcast, it took the form of a white wolf, still fuelled by his love for her.

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At his core, Darius has always been stubborn, perceptive, inevitably kind despite his better judgement. Bravery, intelligence, and loyalty have always been ingrained in his soul. He used to be a good friend, a quiet one, someone you could talk to about anything and he would try his best not to judge, but to give relevant advice and keep his nose out of it. He would bend over backwards to help a friend in need, and though his circle was small, he was well loved and loved those he called friends in return. Quietly funny with a wit more like a club than a sword, he has excellent comedic timing without meaning to, though you probably wouldn't peg him as the funny kind. Just because you don't have him pegged correctly, don't underestimate him, he's got you pegged perfectly in the first five minutes of meeting you. Now let's stop talking about pegs.

Let's discuss Darius' love life instead. He doesn't have one. He was in love with a young woman ten years younger than him before his life fell apart, and he is still in love with her today, though he hasn't seen her in a long time. He was an exemplary boyfriend, kind, generous, strong, thoughtful. He planned on proposing, but it didn't work out. He checks in on her from time to time without her knowing (or so he thinks), and spends the rest of his days sleeping around when the opportunity arises. He's never going to fall in love again, though he will give you a night to remember.

Darius has a lot of enemies. You could fill a large city with those that dislike him. Mostly his family and old friends. He was disowned, you see, when he became a werewolf, so basically everyone he knew his entire life just turned their backs on him and pretended he didn't exist any more. It was harsh, he holds grudges, he won't forgive you easily. Or ever. He is more rough around the edges these days, it's not only his wit you have to watch out for any more, it's his fists and his wand, too. And his teeth. And claws. He's deadly, and built to kill. He's got nothing else to spend his time on other than honing his body and skills as a wolf, so please, please don't get into a thing with him. You'll lose. It won't be pretty. He'll kill you blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back, then he'll take all your gold, and probably sleep with your widow before she finds out your dead. Or maybe that's why you're attacking him in the first place, who knows. Either way, just don't go there.

HISTORY

Mother: Dana Sharpe, pureblood
Father: David Sharpe, pureblood
Siblings: Dexter Tiberius Sharpe , twin brother, estranged
Delaney Sharpe, sister, deceased
Partners: Not any more.
Others: Davina Sharpe, sister-in-law, pureblood
Dante Sharpe, nephew, 7, pureblood
Daisy Sharpe, niece, 3, pureblood
Dala Shapre, niece, 1, pureblood

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Darius was an only child for a whole twenty seven minutes before he became a big brother, and these days he would tell you it was the most blissful time of his life. Dexter was competitive and though he was Darius' twin, and the brothers loved each other, Darius would always tire easily of the way Dexter tried to outdo him at every turn. Darius was not competitive, he was too laid back for that. He would merely give a "hmm" and go and do something different away from his brother for a bit of peace. When they were six, the twins gained a sister, Delaney. Darius loved her, she was sweet and kind, and more like him than Dex, which was weird considering Dex was his twin. He formed a strong bond with his sister, despite her being raised as a lady and required to do drastically different things from the boys during her upbringing. Darius always found time for her.

Until it was time to attend Hogwarts. He was sorted into Ravenclaw, split up from Dex, which was actually kind of a relief. They could see each other in lessons and around the castle, but Darius got that little bit of peace when he needed it. Perfect. Dex was a prefect and then Head Boy, Darius was on the Quidditch team, getting dirty and rough. He did well in lessons, well enough to please his parents, and uphold their high expectations of him. He was a clever lad, he didn't struggle in any way to learn, and he graduated with excellent grades in his N.E.W.Ts, heading into the Auror program with Dex.

It felt right, the two of them working side by side, making their parents proud and kicking arse, though Darius felt like he was always slightly better at being an Auror than Dex was, though he never said as much out loud. Life was good. Dex married and started a family, and Darius felt pressure for the first time, as the heir, to settle down himself. He had purposely took his time when it came to dating women, not wanting to rush into anything with the wrong person, and it wasn't until he was 29 that he met the only woman he has ever loved. She was young, a whole ten years younger than him, though neither of them cared about the age gap. She had a fire in her that called to him, and Darius had never felt so strongly about anyone before. He planned to propose after a year, to marry and start a family just like Dex had. And then everything went wrong.

A night out with friends led to Darius throwing up in an alley behind a club. He didn't see or hear the werewolf coming up behind him, though everybody heard his screams when it sunk its fangs into his flesh, cursing him for eternity. He was rushed to hospital immediately, but it was obvious what the outcome would be. Only one member of his family visited him. Delaney. That was the last time he saw his sister. Darius was cast out by his family, disowned, left homeless. He ran. He ran far away and tried to pick up the shattered pieces of his existence. He sank into a depression for a long time, and it wasn't helped by the news that reached him not long after that his sister was dead. Because of him. He hadn't been there to protect her. It was his fault.

He had lost everything, and it took every ounce of inner strength that he had to carry on living. He found a way, and now it has been six years since he became an outcast. He travels the country, doing dodgy dealings for gold or food. He's gained a reputation over the years, and his new name is renowned all over the United Kingdom: The White Wolf. He is a warrior, a killer for the right price, and the ultimate drifter. Keep your distance, unless you've got a job for him.

OOC

Play By: Henry Cavill
Your Alias: Izzy
Pronouns: Her/she.
Age: Younger than the amount of characters I have! Woo!
Other Characters: *counts* .... *keeps counting* .... *still counting*
Where did you find us: Coco and Slither made me do it!