Post by ROSE MARA WEASLEY on Aug 2, 2010 17:26:13 GMT -5
Rose Mara Weasley
NAME :: Rose Mara Weasley.[/b] clever. [/i][/ul]NICKNAMES :: Rosie
AGE :: 15
BIRTHDAY :: August 14th
BLOOD :: Pure
NATIONALITY :: English
ORIENTATION :: Heterosexual
ALLEGIANCE :: The Order
HOUSE :: Ravenclaw. [/size][/blockquote]
HAIR :: Rose has her father’s color and she used to have her mum’s curls.[/i] [/ul]EYES :: Chamoisee Brown
HEIGHT :: 5'4"
WEIGHT :: 127 Ibs. Rose is by no means stick thin, having a curvy and healthy body rather than the typical, slender, 'I'm-sexy-'cause-I-don't-eat' look.
ETHNICITY :: Caucasian,
CLOTHING STYLE :: Rose's preferred clothing style is considerably feminine, leaning more towards girly floral print dresses and cardigans. She's appropriately modest and conservative with her clothing and she's usually seen in light pastel colors when she's not in her robes. She figures that wearing dark colors would clash too much with her strikingly bold hair, and she understands more than anyone the beauty of balancing colors and styles.
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FATHER :: Ronald Billius Weasley, 41, Co-Manager, Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes Jokeshop, Order of the Phoenix. Ron isn't exactly the perfect father, but he is a good one. He constantly overreacts and he's uncannily protective over Rose. This being said, Rose has incredible control over her father. Being what you may call "Daddy's little girl", she's able to get whatever she wants with a single puppy dog look. She rarely uses this power for corrupt reasons, but she has the power to.[/blockquote]
MOTHER :: Hermione Jean Granger-Weasley, 42, Former Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures/Currently unemployed and in hiding due to Ministry positions, Order of the Phoenix. Hermione is the rock in their family and the one who had always disciplined Rose. Of course Rose loves her mom, but Merlin knows she can be a pain in the rear. She's constantly nagging at the red headed girl and forever talking to her about school work and such. The only rules made in the household were a result of her overbearing, horribly smart mom.
SIBLINGS :: Hugo Charles Weasley, 13, Student, younger brother. Hugo has always been there to annoy Rose and Rose has always been there to play the role of bossy older sibling. They have somewhat of a rivralry, but it's nothing unhealthy or unheard of. They get along fine as far as siblings go, and though Rose will openly complain about him, should he ever need help or comfort, Rose would most definitely be there.
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ::
Albus Potter- 15. Albus is without a doubt Rose's favorite cousin. There was a lot of mixing of the Potter and Weasley households and it only made sense that Rose and Al would be paired together because they were the same age. Rose considers Albus her best friend, and she only assumes that the feelings are mutual.
Nana Molly and Pappy Arthur Weasley- both aged 74. Order of the Phoenix. They're the best grandparents a girl could ask for, warm, kind, and exciting.
Pipa Michael and Mima Jane Granger- both aged 63. They're a little more distant than Nana and Pappy Weasley, if she's to be honest. Rose finds them rather, shall she say... kooky. She rarely understands what they're talking about with all their tales of "dentistry" or something. She naturally loves them, but trips to the Granger household are always confused ones.
Auntie Ginny and Uncle Harry- Out of all the aunts and uncles she has (quite a few), Ginny and Harry are the most familiar to her. She's spent a great deal of time clunking around their household and absolutely adores them.
Lily Luna Potter- 13. There is quite the strain between her and Lily. The two girls just clash, she supposes. Out of all of her counsins, Lily is her least favorite and she always gets scolded by her mom for making snide remarks concerning Albus' little sister.
Rose gets along great with the rest of her family, too. Those were just the names that stuck out most.
PETS :: Pig. Yes, that's right. The same Pigwidgeon that had accompanied Ron to Hogwarts was passed down to Rose. She personally was ecstatic the day the owl was bestowed to her, despite the fact that no one else seemed to share her enthusiasm. The matter of the fact is, Pig is an old, grumpy, fat fart now. Everyone's pretty much waiting for the ancient bird to finally die- spare Rose, of course.
WAND :: elm wood, dragon heartstring, 12 in[/blockquote]
LANGUAGES :: English. She is good at speaking jumbled up nonsense, too.
MAGICAL HIGHS & LOWS :: Rose adores Care of Magical Creatures more than anything, though she also fancies Charms and- surprisingly enough- Ancient Runes. She excels most at Charms, if she’s to be honest. Defense Against the Dark Arts is simply not her cup of tea and neither is Potions, but she's not absolutely terrible at them simply because she puts in the effort. Like most people, she despises Divination.
SPECIAL ABILITIES :: Rose doesn’t have any flashy, “ooh-look-at-me” kind of abilities. She certainly can talk a lot, though.
PATRONUS :: Rose was able to cast her Patronus right away. She still can't understand why in the world her Patronus would have come out to be a bloody hedgehog. It's one of the many things that embarrass her.
OTHER TALENTS :: She doesn’t mean to honk her own horn or anything, but she’s a damn excellent chaser, she reckons. Animals are naturally at ease with her, as are most people in general. Her over-the-top aura usually brings out the best in other creatures. Aside from this, she is ridiculously studious and aims for the highest marks possible, too goal-orientated to ever be healthy.
LIKES ::[/blockquote]
-soda
-butterbeer
-flowers
-animals
-the first crisp day of Autumn (it reminds her that her birthday is soon)
-laughing
-winning
-debating
-herself
-holidays
-her family
-eating
-Piggy
-competition
-Quidditch
DISLIKES ::
-instant hot chocolate
-uncleanliness
-arrogance
-being patronized
-pranking
-Trelawney
-pervs hitting on her
-liars
-makeup
-night time
-lightning storms (it’s a pretty bad phobia)
-being alone
PARAGRAPH FORMAT ::
Sometimes, I can be associated with a ray of sunshine, warm, compassionate, and vitalizing. I tend to yank out the sociable and affectionate side in people, and I'm good at getting the shy ones to crawl out of their shell. I can talk your ear off and it's a usual thing for me to go off on long rants over simple things. I'm a pro at cheering people up. I've just always known what to do and say to please others. I'm easily excitable, overly enthusiastic, and entirely too passionate about my beliefs. I have a lot of pride and dignity, which leads to me to getting embarrassed easily. I take competitions a little too seriously, as if losing is my kryptonite.
While we're on this "sunshine" metaphor, I'm sure we're all aware that, while the sun is good and dandy most of the time, it can give one hell of a sunburn. That applies to me as well. Indeed, I'll run around doing favors and devote my time to helping people to my fullest capacity, but I have a horrible temper. You see, it's all fun and games until someone pushes me too far. I've been known to throw terrible tantrums and I hold grudges for an eternity. I am considerably hot-headed, as I absolutely refuse to be bossed around. When it comes to some people, I have zero tolerance, getting frustrated extremely easily. I transform into a harpy, yelling and throwing my arms about. I switch moods like I’m flipping the channel on the television, according to the people who know me best.
My moral compass runs pretty strong, and I feel guilty over the smallest things which steers me away from being able to pull pranks like my other cousins. I'm a pretty cautious person, and I analyze every little thing. Though I'm quick and clever, I'm equally as childish. I'm more like a four year old than I like to admit.
All of this being said, I’m very sheltered. While I don't mind angrily nagging a person's ear off, when it comes to woe or sadness, I tend to just swallow my feelings. I don’t like to feel weak and inferior, and showing sadness makes you about as vulnerable as you can get. I bottle up my emotions a lot which leads to me positively exploding in hysterical break downs. I'll cry and rant for hours (because we all know how long winded I can be). I'm really a handful when one thinks about it.
BIRTHPLACE :: Ottery St. Catchpole; England[/blockquote]
HISTORY ::
Well, I lived a pretty normal childhood. For the daughter of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, I certainly haven’t done anything particularly spectacular. I guess I’ll just start with the basics, then. As a kid I was rubbish at Quidditch and I was constantly teased by my family for being so horrendous- I could barely ride a broom stick. I guess it's no wonder considering and my mom didn't play it in the first place. However, I wanted desperately to prove myself (I’ve been as ambitious as I am now since as long as I can remember) so I practiced relentlessly, As soon as I was considered good, my dad latched onto the idea of his little babykins being a star Quidditch player and it became something he wanted desperately for me to excel in.
That’s probably why I take it so seriously now; I want more than anything to make my father proud. I know he’ll always love me, but you can tell he’s not impressed by my high scores and my trivial successes in school. I only see that genuine gleam in his eye when I’m telling him about how well I’ve done in Quidditch. I favor my dad more than I favor anyone else in this world, I’d say, so it only makes sense that I yearn to make him happy. Ah, bullocks, this has turned into quite the little vent session hasn’t it? Moving on.
My mom and I have a complex relationship. She feels almost more like a professor than a mom to me at times. Being the first child, she has such gut-wrenchingly high expectations for me. It’s always “Rose, have you been studying?” or “Rose, just when do you plan to start planning for your career?” or “Rose, I think you need to start prioritizing better. Hanging out with friends isn’t going to lead you to success, you know.” It gets old, quick. I’ve always envied Hugo for getting all of mum’s affection.
At Hogwarts, I have oodles of fun. I’m surrounded by friends and family and so many things to do all the time. It’s like home away from home. It was a rocky start at first, because of the whole fact that I was sorted into Ravenclaw. You can imagine my disappointment when the sorting hat called that one out, not even hesitating to think about where I belonged from the moment it brushed against my head. My family weren't the only ones who went through conniptions. I sulked for weeks. It was pathetic, really. Having anticipated the day you would be put into Gryffindor her entire life does that to a person. I just felt so utterly out casted, and Ravenclaw doesn’t exactly screaming ‘exciting’. By now, I own it with pride and I realize the amount of fun you have has nothing to do with your house, but who you hang out with and what you do. I am a Ravenclaw, meaning I’m bright- which I am. There’s positively nothing wrong with that.
As far as my love life goes, I've had an assortment of relationships so far, and it's safe to say none of them have worked out. I've been told I have too high of standards in men but... what's wrong with aiming for the best, am I right?
My mom and dad don't really address the chaos that's going on in the world right now. They'll speak about it in hushed voices, but as soon as Hugo or I walk into the room, the conversation awkwardly stops. I know what's going on, I think. It's hard not to. I don't fully understand the gravity of the situation, but it's mostly because I try not to think about the rising of the dark lord. I guess I'm more cowardly than my parents, because the thought frightens me like nothing else. It's like I think if I ignore the problem, it'll go away.
NAME/ALIAS :: AverageBear[/blockquote]
CHAT :: Bear
HOW YOU FOUND US :: Gaia
OTHER CHARACTERS :: Nope!
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