Post by Rose Weasley on Aug 19, 2007 17:56:54 GMT
Name: Rose Weasley
Age: 15
Year: 5th Year
House: Gryffindor
Blood Line: Half-blood [father pure, mother muggleborn]
Personality: Rose is very much like her father, and has some traits of her Aunt, Ginny. She's bright like her mother, but that only comes out during crunch time. She loves creating trouble, much to her father's and uncle george's delight. She’s the one that will stand up to people, like her father - sometimes. She’ll tell it like it is, good or bad. She believes that it is good to be honest, but sometimes she doesn't know when to tell a little white lie to get you out of things. Her honesty can sometimes be brutal, and quite hurtful, but it will probably pay off in the end.
Rose is a typical Daddy's Girl, and knows exactly how to play it so she gets what she wants. Sometimes, if other people are around she she uses this card they think she is just another spolit brat, but she really isn't. She probably would be, if it wasn't for her mother, who is the voice of reason in her family. What she does with her father doesn't work on her mother, even though Rose relentlessly tries. All she has to do with her father is bat her eyelashes and she gets it, but she knows when not and when to play this card.
She's also a bit of a pregnant dog. OK, she's a MEGA pregnant dog, but only if you provoke her. She can be slightly brutal sometimes, and doesn't know when to draw the line with her pregnant doging. Usually she's OK though, it's just if you get on her bad side.
Rose's explosive personality sometimes gets her into trouble. If something winds her up, she'll snap eventually and she doesn't care who gets her wrath, it's just whoever is closest, parent, sibling, teacher or cousin, it doesn't matter. As long as she gets to vent her anger someway, she's OK. She's like a kettle; when the pressure gets too much she can be a nightmare to be around, but when she's simmering she's a really nice person, who can be flirty, chatty and sweet when she wants to be.
History: Born on the 25th July, Rose Weasley is the first child of Ron and Hermione Weasley. She was a bit spolit as a child, but only slightly, the normal amount for a child well wanted. She could get anything she wished by pulling what came to be known as 'Those Eyes' on her father, who melted at them continously. She grew up with cousins in abundence and even though she can hate having such a huge family, she loves it deep down and wouldn't change it for the world. It only comes out, though, when the whole family is together. Other times she tends to stomp and strut around moaning about her huge family.
She grew up on love and attention, with her mother and grandma teaching her the basics in maths and english, along with her siblings. This was the 'elementry' school age, and she couldn't have asked for better. Basically she grew up surrounded by magic, unlike her father. Her father took her out flying reguarly, along with her siblings. Every weekend, a different cousin stayed overnight at the Weasley residence, and Rose and her siblings in turn were hardly ever in their beds during the weekend. It was a fabulous life to live, and little Rose was unaware of the trauma and fighting that her parents and family had been through to make this life what it was, and that was the way it should be.
Finally, when she was 11, Rose got her Hogwarts letter. She'd only been waiting for it since she found out what Hogwarts was. She was so jealous when some of her cousins left for Hogwarts when she was 10, and went along and stood beside to Hogwarts Express, shock in her eyes as her looked at the red engine. She had wanted to go to, but her parents had managed to comfort her saying that she only had a year to go. It was her turn, along with loads of her cousins. They boarded the Hogwarts Express, with many of her Weasley cousins wearing homemade tee-shirts baring the slogan - "Hogwarts! Get ready for a Weasley Invasion!" And a Weasley invasion it was, with 10 Weasleys (counting Rose) were due to arrive in Hogwarts. Much to Rose's delight she was sorted into Gryffindor, like many of her cousins. Throughtout her years, she quickly made friends like she had always done, but also made sure she made time for her cousins.
Every year she went home for Christmas, it was a Weasley celebration. Everyone would stay at the Burrow for just over a week, from Christmas Eve until New Year's. It was Rose's favourite time, because the family would all be together and laughing and having a good time, even though you could barely move, and there was always someone blocking the entrance, and the queue to the toilets was ridiclous. She loved every single minute, especially sharing her mom's old room with her girl cousins, staying up late talking like they did at school, where most of their dormitory was taken over by Weasleys'.
Rose's starting her 5th year now. OWL year. Being Hermione's daughter, will she et the grades she expects? She's looking forward to this year, creating trouble with her family. It's what she's always done, and she ain't about to stop this year. Her uncles Fred, whom she's been told stories about, and George, who told the stories, are her idols, and she won't let them down.
Appearance: Rose prides herself on her appearance. Her hair is one of her best features, so she thinks. It flows like liquid, a melting flow of lava that reaches halfway down her back. Whether it's worn in a simple ponytail, an intricate bun or just left down, it seems to catch the light that makes Rose seem to glow from within. If anyone was to touch it, it would be as smooth as silk, thanks to Rose washing, blow drying and straightening it every morning.
Her skin actually looks like procelin; Rose's really pale, sometimes it looks unhealthly. In the summer she prefers to splash out on fake tan. In the winter, though, Rose likes her skin tone, as she says the "cold makes my cheeks look pinker - saves a fortune on blusher!" She inheriated her father's vivid red hair and freckles. You wouldn't think Hermione had anything to do with her until you saw her eyes ; visions of Hermione's.
She stands at the simple and common height of 5"5. Unlike many girls she knows, she actually doesn't mind her height. She used to get picked on about her lack of height, which she's had all her life, but she just brushes it off. When she's in flats, she may be a little smaller than the rest but it doesn't bother her. When she's in heels, though, her height increases to about 5"7. Unlike many of her friends, when in heels, she doesn't tower over boys.
RP Sample:
It was eleven, and Rachel was up watching some really bad TV shows with popcorn she'd found it the cupboard. They really needed to go shopping, the house was empty. Everyone was asleep, even the aunt and uncle. The house was silent, with only her uncle occassional snores jabbing the stifling silence. The shows truly were terrible, and every once in a while Rachel had to stuff her fit in her mouth to stop her laughing aloud, and effectivly waking to the whole house like she'd done the previous night. How they don't hear the TV but they heard Rachel's laughing was beyond her. She shook her head, and lowered the volume ever so slightly on the TV in response to her cousin stirring. She could hear her even from the next room. Her hand went into the bowl to grab another handful of the sweet, sticky toffee popcorn but to her dismay it only touched air. Looking down she saw there was none left. She sighed, letting her hand flop back down into the empty bowl.
The phone trilled into life in the kitchen, and she could hear her cousin fretting in the next room. 'nuts!' she thought, running through trying not to make much noise. "Daley. Who else eould call at this time of night?" she whispered down the reciever after clocking the caller ID. "Why in f**k's name are you calling at this time of night?" she whispered again, concoius of waking up the rest of the house.
After she put the reciever down, she pulled on a pair of jeans, and a hooded top. She didn't bother doing her hair, after all it was only Daley. She picked up her keys and left a note incase her aunt awoke, and exited the house as quietly as possible.
Walking along the well-walked path that led to Daley's house in Atlantian Mills, she thought about her friendship. Her, Daley and Ella hung around together. She frequently wondered if Daley and Ella were distantly related - they both had the same fiery red hair. But Ella had quick-fire wit, while Daley's emotion range was the size of a teasthingy. Laughing, she kicked at stone which hit the car in the opening of the neighborhood. Cringing, she hoped the alarm wouldn't sound and get her screwed. This was the most expensive neighborhood in Riverside.
She went up to Daley's house - she could find it even in the dark, she went there so often - and let herself in like she always did. She was cold and hugged the jumper to her. Rachel sat down beside Daley, but not before grabbing a handful of popcorn that sat above Daley's head, who was playing video games - as usual.
"Hi. I've just, like, finished a whole bowl of this stuff," she said, indicating to the popcorn. She took one look at the screen, which read - NEW TOP SCORE - D - 946000!! - and rolled her eyes. "You haven't been playing this all day, have you Daley?" She pointed to the screen. It was just like Daley to spend a whole day trapped inside a house staring at a screen for a useless purpose. Rachel had never been interested in video games.
She looked around the house, and stood up using Daley's shoulder for help. "What do you wanna do?" she asked, looking at him. "And before you say it, I'm not, in a million years, gonna sit here and play video games! she said, pointing at Daley's chest. "I just spent the last four hours watching really nuts shows on TV stuffing my face," she said as explanation, although she really didn't need to - Daley knew she didn't 'do' video games.
She went over to his DVD collection. "I'll settle for a DVD. Horror? Comedy? Rom-Com?" she said, looking at him. "Why don't we listen to what Daley wants to do?" she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "And if you say Video Games, I'm going to have to hit you," she said, smirking. She knew that was the one thing he feared - Rachel hitting him. She didn't hit him once, oh no - she hit him multiple times, and they always, without a doubt, hurt.
^^FROM RIVERSIDE RPG^^
The phone trilled into life in the kitchen, and she could hear her cousin fretting in the next room. 'nuts!' she thought, running through trying not to make much noise. "Daley. Who else eould call at this time of night?" she whispered down the reciever after clocking the caller ID. "Why in f**k's name are you calling at this time of night?" she whispered again, concoius of waking up the rest of the house.
After she put the reciever down, she pulled on a pair of jeans, and a hooded top. She didn't bother doing her hair, after all it was only Daley. She picked up her keys and left a note incase her aunt awoke, and exited the house as quietly as possible.
Walking along the well-walked path that led to Daley's house in Atlantian Mills, she thought about her friendship. Her, Daley and Ella hung around together. She frequently wondered if Daley and Ella were distantly related - they both had the same fiery red hair. But Ella had quick-fire wit, while Daley's emotion range was the size of a teasthingy. Laughing, she kicked at stone which hit the car in the opening of the neighborhood. Cringing, she hoped the alarm wouldn't sound and get her screwed. This was the most expensive neighborhood in Riverside.
She went up to Daley's house - she could find it even in the dark, she went there so often - and let herself in like she always did. She was cold and hugged the jumper to her. Rachel sat down beside Daley, but not before grabbing a handful of popcorn that sat above Daley's head, who was playing video games - as usual.
"Hi. I've just, like, finished a whole bowl of this stuff," she said, indicating to the popcorn. She took one look at the screen, which read - NEW TOP SCORE - D - 946000!! - and rolled her eyes. "You haven't been playing this all day, have you Daley?" She pointed to the screen. It was just like Daley to spend a whole day trapped inside a house staring at a screen for a useless purpose. Rachel had never been interested in video games.
She looked around the house, and stood up using Daley's shoulder for help. "What do you wanna do?" she asked, looking at him. "And before you say it, I'm not, in a million years, gonna sit here and play video games! she said, pointing at Daley's chest. "I just spent the last four hours watching really nuts shows on TV stuffing my face," she said as explanation, although she really didn't need to - Daley knew she didn't 'do' video games.
She went over to his DVD collection. "I'll settle for a DVD. Horror? Comedy? Rom-Com?" she said, looking at him. "Why don't we listen to what Daley wants to do?" she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "And if you say Video Games, I'm going to have to hit you," she said, smirking. She knew that was the one thing he feared - Rachel hitting him. She didn't hit him once, oh no - she hit him multiple times, and they always, without a doubt, hurt.
^^FROM RIVERSIDE RPG^^
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