Post by mia on May 23, 2011 4:23:38 GMT
rose amelia weasley
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: rose amelia weasley
nicknames: rosey, weasley
birthday: october eleventh
age: seventeen
house: gryffindor
blood status: half
face claim: nina dobrev
school:
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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strengths:
weaknesses:
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patronus:
sexuality & relationship status: Heterosexual and single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father:
mother:
siblings:
others: N/A
overall history:
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: mia
gender: female
age: 20
contact: PM
how you found us: An advertisement
other characters: N/A
experience: 2 years
role play sample:What was going to happen now? All that Rose could think about was what those bastards had done to her family. Not only did they murder her aunt and uncle, but her parents also haven’t been the same since their death. As Rose thought about her options, a tear streaked down her cheek. Roughly wiping it away her face could not have been redder. Crying seemed to be a new hobby of hers. Everyone was scared but no one other than her family understood her pain. Maybe she could have done something…no. She couldn’t think about this anymore. She plopped herself on a bench in the courtyard and just watched people pass her as if nothing had happened. The news of the death seemed more like gossip than an actual event. Sometimes she dreamed about smacking each one of these idiots in their faces. Sighing, she knew that doing that would solve nothing.
“I don’t know what I can do. There is nothing I can do!”
She shouted this as if to reach the heavens. Maybe someone would come down and answer her. Thinking for a second, she abruptly stood and accidently pushed her books off of the bench. Cursing lightly to herself, she gathered her scattered books and just stood there for a second. It was as if a light had popped on. If no one was going to answer her, she would find her own answer. Brushing her robes off of snow, she smiled to herself. This was the answer. If she wanted justice, she would have to go and find it herself. At this point she knew that there would be nothing that could hush or stop her from finding this murderer. This person thinks that we are afraid of them, no, they need to be afraid of Rose. At this, she rushed off to her dormitory to figure out some plan.
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