Name: Remus John Lupin

Wand: 12 inches, ash, dragon heartstring, supple.

Pets: A barn owl named Romulus.

Information: Half-blood, born March 10th, 1960, bitten by Fenrir Greyback when he was a small boy. Light brown hair, graying a bit, and dark brown eyes. He is relatively tall, and usually very skinny and scraped up. He has always been, and will always be, a little pale; almost sickly looking. He wears very shabby clothing, enhancing that image of himself. He does not really expect to be liked, so when someone approached him as a friend, he cuts them a little too much slack.
He becomes a Prefect in his fourth year, even though he is a werewolf and runs with the mischief-makers of the school. In his sixth year, he and his friends create the Marauder’s Map. His boggart is the full moon, his patronus is undetermined (so I am going to make it a wolf…)

Roleplay Sample: Remus peered around the door of the last car on the Hogwarts Express, sighing in relief when he found it empty. The odd looks of the other students as he had passed their compartments had driven him onwards and onwards, searching for an empty spot, until he was certain that he was going to have to sit with one of the people who so obviously disliked him. It was a great relief to come across this dark, empty place.

Remus slid the door back, slipping inside and closing it behind him. Breathing steadily to calm himself, he moved over to the back corner, tugging his cloak tight about him and leaning up against the cool glass of the window. The sun was bright outside, but that did not improve his mood. He was frightened, a little bit angry… even a bit sad. He was being allowed to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in spite of his… condition. He was forever indebted to Professor Dumbledore for giving him this opportunity… but he would never be sure that it was a really good thing. Sure, he would finally be able to study magic like the other kids. He would finally be able to learn what they did, get a chance at a relatively normal life. But wouldn’t he just be putting the other students at the school in grave danger with his presence? Professor Dumbledore had told him his plan, but… what if he someday failed to make it to the passage under the Whomping Willow before he transformed? People could be killed.

Sighing softly, he pulled his dark green cloak up so not even a strand of his soft, sandy hair showed through, and closed his eyes. The ride would be long and lonely, but it was better than becoming a threat to someone else. He could sleep through the train ride.
He would never sleep again if he befriended someone, only to cause them harm in the end… or to lose them when they learned what he truly was. Riding on these unsettling thoughts, Remus drifted towards sleep. He was nearly there when he heard voices approaching… someone looking for an empty compartment. He woke again, but he did not stir. If they sat there with him, he would pretend to be asleep. He would make no connections. Of that he was determined.
At least, not on this first day.