Post by Annika Weasley on Aug 25, 2007 21:02:25 GMT
Name: Annika Persephone Weasley.
Age: Sixteen.
Year: Sixth.
House: Gryffindor.
Blood Line: Pure.
Personality:
Alright, first of all, Annika has a feisty attitude. As she is told frequently from adults such as her teachers, she needs to re-think her life and get an attitude adjustment. At that point, she would promptly tell the teacher either to "Go jump off a cliff" or "Perhaps you should re-think your life. Look at you. You're a bloody teacher." But they are right. She does have an attitude problem, mostly because of the lack of parental supervision and free reign of freedom to do whatever it is that she pleases.
Secondly, she is quite headstrong. Once Annika gets centered on something she wants, she will do just about anything short of murder to get it if she truly wants it that badly. This is something she has learned from her parents, just about the only thing. Whether it comes down to a boy or just some sport game, it doesn't matter. It's pretty much all the same for her.
Learning from her father, Annika has quite a brave heart. She will stand up for what she thinks or believes is right, and will not go down without a fight. This has strengthened her pride, yet it is always shadowed by her lack of security and trust. But her pride is something she is quite proud of, and she refuses to let anyone see her flaws and/or mistakes.
But don't get her wrong. She is a kind and friendly person when you get to know her, or perhaps when she first meets you. Making friends is something that she has never had trouble doing, and she enjoys and loves her dear friends. Not to mention, she has a killer sense of humor and has a very mischievous side, as the dear Caretaker at Hogwarts has found out. She is her father's daughter.
History:
On June 5th, George and Katie (Bell) Weasley welcomed into the world twins, a boy and a girl. The girl they named Annika Persephone. Out of the two, she was the tinier baby and growing up, she has become a rather petite person. These days, she stands nearly 5'7" and weighs about 130 pounds, a very average size. Quidditch has kept her in shape, plus she has a naturally high metabolism so she can eat and eat and pretty much not gain a pound. And being such a petite person does give people a reality check because she is actually quite hyper most of the time.
Her childhood was a wonderful one, spent growing up with wealth and her twin, older brother, younger siblings, and parents, surrounded by magic and Quidditch. All in all, she became her father’s daughter, seeing she was first of George’s daughters. One could say that she grew up rather spoiled, but it was hardly such. Even at a young age, she grew up loving everything that her father did and has become very much like him except now a teenage female form, much to the detest of the school caretaker. Although, she has yet to prefect the famous ‘swamp’ her father and late uncle Fred set off during their years at Hogwarts. Not only with the mischief-making, but also with Quidditch, she has inherited her parents’ love for it. Her mother taught her at a young age how to play, and now rests as a Chaser (Much as her father would have preferred her as a Beater).
Since her mother told her of Hogwarts, Annika waiting years just to get her letter of acceptance. When it finally did just a month after her eleventh birthday, she was over zealous and didn’t stop talking about it. She was brought to Diagon Alley (For floo powder, for her first time) and got to visit the magnificent place not to mention her father’s shop. During the train ride her first year to Hogwarts, she made friends and had a wonderful time. The boat ride across the lake was just as exciting and her attempt to find out about this 'Giant Squid' her father had told her about nearly sent her face first into the water. Yes, the first sighting of her adventurous and mischievous side at Hogwarts. Over the years, her face will be well known to whichever teacher holds detention and the Caretaker as well.
Over the past five year at Hogwarts, she had gotten into much trouble with her friends. But don't judge her that she's all fun and no study. Inheriting her mother's intelligence, Annika does not have much of a problem in most of her classes, except Potions. It seems, that was never her things and she has been struggling in the class since arriving. But that's where her friends come in, and help is given. But nowadays, she can be found pulling pranks on other students and/or teachers when not scrambling to get her homework done or rushing off to Quidditch practice, now that her O.W.L.S. are finished with.
Appearance:
Her features nearly mimic her father's. Everyone who meets the daughter of George Weasley cannot lie and say she looks nothing like her father, save for her hair. Honored with a porcelain-doll like complexion with a light tan color, her face is held as one of her most remarkable features. High cheek bones grace her face, with full pouty lips of a light pink color. Her eyes, pools of the color of milk chocolate that never seem to end when you look deeply into them. Nicely arched eyebrows and long, full eyelashes top off her face. Cascading around her doll-like face is a medium-brown colored head of hair, falling in layers to her shoulders. Most recently, her hair is fully accented with blonde color. Yes, quite strange that of being a Weasley, she did not inherit the trademark flaming red hair. But Annika sees it in both perspectives: it is a blessing because it sets her apart from her other numerous relatives but is a curse because it makes her the odd one out in the family.
Her figure is the delicate shape of an hourglass, filled with many curves. Her legs, shapely and fit although she does not exercise. The hips: not large but just above a petite size. A gift from her mother's genes, a curvy and yet large chest area, which is good on some days and bad on most. They seem to find the interest of the mens' eyes, which isn't all that flattering when one is only a teenager. Although, Annika is a rather petite person, standing only about 5'7". Her mother was never a tall person, but her father was. It seemed, that her body was from her mother. The weight was average, her's being about 127 pounds. Remarkable since she rarely exercises (Aside from Quidditch) and continued to eat junk food and candy. Must be a fast metabolism.
(Celebrity Used: Keira Knightley)
RP Sample:
(Taken from a Marauder's Site I belong to)
At his reply of worrying about the book since he was already there and that he would beat up anyone who tried to assault her, Annika couldn't help but smile and laugh a little. "Awww. Remus, you're like my protector." As she said this, she laughed a little more and placed her hand on his arm. Why she did this, she wasn't quite sure. Perhaps it was because she had seen her mother do this numerous times over, and it sort of stuck with her. It was a rather complicated gesture to try and explain to someone, as Annika has learned after asking her mother about it.
Her hand soon removed itself from Remus' arm as it led up to her hair, which had been pulled up in a lazy sort of ponytail. The weather outside was horrible for how long and rather thick her hair was, so in the morning she had tied it up in this ponytail before leaving the loft apartment in the inner city of London, which her family owned. Now that she was indoors where it was cooler, her neck was beginning to feel the chills. Rather remarkable how her body temperature works, or maybe just her body itself. It seems she can become very hot and very cold quickly, but she always felt more comfortable in the cold than the warm. Her fingers pulled at the band holding her hair and soon it let loose and fell out, letting her hair cascade down and over her shoulders. "Much better," She said, half to herself and half to Remus.
Then Remus asked how her summer had been. Oh, how she had hoped that he wouldn't, but since he asked, she couldn't not tell him something. The smile on her face flickered for a moment, thinking of how pitiful and lonely her summer had been, but it quickly returned. Annika hoped Remus hadn't noticed that. But before she could respond with slight lies about her summer, she noticed the expression of Remus' face after she had complimented him. When he said he hadn't noticed that he was looking quite healthier than usual, Annika found that hard to believe, but she didn't delve into the conversation. It didn't matter how or why, just that he was looking and feeling better. "Well, I noticed and you look great." She replied, still complimenting him like a best friend would.
Then, they came back to the topic of her summer. What to say? The truth? That all summer, she sat home alone on days wishing she had someone to talk to and on the rare days when either her father or mother were home, how they occasionally fought about their jobs and work. It never seemed with end with him. With her father working in the Magical Games and Sports Department, and her mother in the International Magical Cooperation Department in the International Magic Office of Law sub-department. Both of their work collections never seemed to stay at the office and always seemed to collide with each other. Bickering about international laws, Quidditch, how one should join the others department, why they even had children in the first place if they were working all the time. The last argument was one that always came up, and Annika always seemed to find herself in the middle. Where after, she would leave the room with the arguing filling her ears.
But instead of saying all of that, Annika kept her smile and composure from all that had just gone through her head. "Oh, it was marvelous. I spent a few weeks here in London at the loft, and then visited my grandmother in Scotland." Those two were actually true. Although, her visit to her grandmother's was a forced one by her mother. She failed to recollect if she had told Remus about her only still-living grandmother, the one who despised her, her father, and her mother. It seemed that even though her father was pure-blood, her maternal grandmother never approved of them marrying; least of all having children. Her brother had been worse enough, and then came Annika. So, Annika was there a grand total of two days, listening to the old hag complain about who her mother should have married and that her children would have turned out right. After that, Annika walked out after only two days of the week she was supposed to be there. "But other than that, I was busy seeing old friends, and such. Sorry I didn't write you. Forgetful again." Those, were half true if not all lies. She did not see old friend, Remus was one of the firsts she had seen all summer. And partly, yes, she didn't forget to write back. That's because she was mostly never at her home. Either here in London, or other places that would rather do without mention. One could call it running away, but Annika wouldn't. Because in her eyes, in order to run away, one's parents had to notice. And her's, didn't. "What about you? How was your summer?" She asked her friend, thankful to pull conversation away from her's and eager to hear about his.
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