Post by roseweasley on Jan 29, 2012 18:31:01 GMT
rose jessica weasley
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: rose jessica weasley
nicknames: rosie
birthday: sixteenth of june
age: twenty-two
house/school: gryffindor alumni
alliance: order
blood status: half blood
occupation: started training to be an auror like her father
face claim: michelle trachtenberg
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes: sweet foods, reading, practicing magic, having fun, quidditch, camping, her family, muggle card tricks, writing, learning different charms, music.
dislikes: predjuice, people acting snobby, cruelty, people against the order, coursework and exams, losing things.
strengths: intelligent, friendly, exciting, outgoing, fun, good at quidditch.
weaknesses: short-temper, sore loser, a little neurotic, slacks sometimes.
dementor: rose fears of losing her family.
patronus: border collie : the time she first walked into honeydukes and saw the variety of sweets that she could buy.
sexuality & relationship status: heterosexual, single.
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: ronald bilius weasley, forty-six, auror
mother: hermione jean granger, forty-seven, ministress of magic
siblings: hugo weasley, nineteen, slytherin
others: various cousins
overall history: It was a wet but warm June evening, when Rose was welcomed into the world. Not into the richest family, not into the poorest, but to maybe the most loving. She was cared for by her parents every day, and they tended to her every need, whether it be a bottle refill or a new outfit, when she got a little older. She would get it as soon as she looked at her daddy with a pout and wide-eyes. She’d get it, no doubt at all.
Rose was always a smart girl. It was decided she’d go to a muggle school until she was eleven, and she always got good reports there. She also showed her first signs of magic at the young age of three – she managed to set her dad’s broomstick on fire, and then put it out. The broomstick was badly singed, but her mother put it right, and praised her for being a clever girl, putting out the fire. (And also setting it on fire, but that didn’t matter).
She returned the love of her family back, and was very excited when she saw a bump on her mother’s stomach. She was going to get a little brother or sister. When Hugo was born, Rose acted like a second mother, always trying to looking after him, even if things tended to go wrong, like the time she sat on him, or when she spilt hot milk all down him.
When the time came, Rose got a letter to go to Hogwarts. When she got the post in the morning, she ran upstairs, and came back down only ten minutes later. “Mum, quick, I need to get my Hogwarts stuff immediately, I mean, we don’t want them to be sold out when we go!” she said.
On September the first, she was taken to King’s Cross, with her parents and little brother Hugo, who was at that time, seven. She said goodbye sadly, but with a hint of happiness in her voice. She was extremely excited to go to Hogwarts. She was sorted into Gryffindor, like her parents, and was well-liked.
She exceeded in her OWLs and NEWTs, getting marks almost as good as her mother. It was then she decided she wanted to be and Auror. She didn’t start training straight away, however, as she wanted a rest from work. She tended to be lazy. Three years later, her father said she had to start training, and so she did.
That is where she is now – training to be an Auror. She’s been training for one year, and it will one more year until she completes her training.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: tayla
gender: female
age: fifteen
contact: pm if it's okay
how you found us: looking through caution, and saw the advertisment
other characters: n/a
experience: four years nearly :
role play sample:The forest was eerie enough in the day, with thin rays of broken, Scottish sunshine flickering through the thick treetops, owls hooting and making noise enough to wake the dead. However, the night was something different, something strange, and something dark. It was scary, to put things simply. But what could you do about it? If you, like Cassie, were stupid enough to believe your sister, and come and find the Fountain of Dreams, then you had to deal with it, and get over the fact something was watching you. Which something really was, and it was rather freaky, rather freaky indeed. What creature could actually want to watch her? Centaurs? Owls? Perhaps, maybe, maybe even giants!
It seemed petty to be frightened of those things – perhaps giants, but centaurs and owls were harmless. She just didn’t know what exactly did have its beady eyes on her. “L-Lumos,” Cassie mumbled, and a bright light came shooting out of her wand, illuminating the dark, misty forest.
Suddenly, something rustled, and in surprise, Cassie jumped backwards, and dropped her shining wand to the ground. The light abruptly went on. “Oh, oh no,” she whispered faintly, eyes widening. Not her wand! She needed that, it was quite helpful, especially as she went to a magical school where you needed your wand for everything you did! She dropped to her hands and knees, and began to search for her hawthorn wand, as her curly brown hair fell out of the clasp, into her face.
After what seemed was hours, but was really only ten minutes, Cassie sighed and huffed impatiently, sitting back down on her bottom. Her wand couldn’t have gotten that far, she hadn’t heard anyone come and steal it. It had to have been somewhere, and Cassie knew it. She tried wandless magic, trying to Accio her wand back to her, but wandless magic was too superior for her unintelligent self.
With that, Cassie burst into tears, shaky sobs emitting from her mouth. She was scared, she was lost, and she had lost her wand. What would her teachers say? What would her parents say? How much would her sister Ellie laugh at her? It was too much. She may as well have been eaten by some freaky animal Hagrid kept in the Forbidden Forest; it wasn’t as if she could fight it without a wand.
After a few minutes of crying, Cassie stood up, to be soon knocked down again. She let out a scream, but a hand clamped over her mouth. The tears rapidly began falling out her dark blue eyes. “Cassie Livell, is that you?” a young male’s voice said, the hand pulling away from her mouth. “Yes,” she mumbled back, sniffing into her hand and breathing hard and heavy, ready to run away if necessary.
“You dropped this,” he said, passing her a wooden stick – her wand! “Lumos!” she recited clearly as possible. She gasped as she saw the face of the boy who had hated her since she could remember.
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