Post by Ron Weasley on Aug 22, 2012 7:57:48 GMT -5
{RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY}
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FULL NAME ;; Ronald Bilius Weasley
NICKNAMES ;; Ron, Weasley, Weazlebee
AGE ;; 15
GENDER ;; Male
ETHNICITY ;; Caucasian
BLOOD TYPE ;; Pureblood
CANON OR ORIGINAL ;; Canon
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[/center][/font]They say APPEARANCE is everything
PLAYED BY ;; Rupert Grint
HAIR ;; Ginger
EYES ;; Pale blue
HEIGHT ;; 6' 1"
WEIGHT ;; 180 lbs
BODY TYPE ;; Medium build, strong
CLOTHING STYLE ;; Ron doesn't think much, if ever, about what he is wearing. Either, he is in an untidy uniform, or he throws on the first things he lays hands on when out of uniform. He can never go without his jeans and battered old sneakers. He has shirts with stains and holes and the wears all the time, to Hermiones dismay.
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[/size][/font]But your PERSONALITY is who you are
OVERVIEW ;; Ron is a good person. He is a fiercely loyal friend and family member and when the time calls for it, he can be overwhelmed with bravery and courage. He is not abundant with friends and aquaintences. Because of this, once he names you someone a friend in his books, there is no going back. He sticks by his friends sides no matter what. Fame at the expense of frienship means little to him. Despite being the good-hearted person that he his, everyone has their flaws. Ron is very quick to anger when he is in a losing arguement or situation. Once he is mad at someone or about anything, he will very rarely let it go. He becomes jealous with others who flaunt what they have that he doesn't. Being a fifteen year old teenager, with his hormones raging and his mind never set in stone, Ron is quite insecure about himself. He doesn't particularly like to talk about himself on a personal level with others, even his closest of friends, so he often closes himself off and in the process can say some really nasty things to try and get people off his back.
It is a well known fact that the Weasley family has a large number of members. For this reason, growing up for Ron was difficult because he always felt a little left out with his own family at times. With Fred and George getting attention by their troublemaking, Percy by his ministry work, good or bad, Bill by his brains, Ginny by her gender, Ron often feels he doesn't really have anything to give for his attention, and so he feels forgotten on occasion. Ron is sarcastic and stubborn, making arrogance an ally in situations he cannot control. If he is in a bad mood, or Hermione is talking his ear off, he is prone to speaking without thinking about the consequences of his words and tone.
All in all, Ron is a good fellow. He knows what is right and what is wrong, and will act on that accordingly. His insecurities and moodness come down to the fact that he is simply trying to find his place in the world, to make something of himself that his family can be proud of.
LIKES ;;Hermione
Wizards Chess
Quidditch
Chocolate Frog cards
Girls laughing at his jokes
Spending time with his friends
Skipping potions class
Food
Eating food
DISLIKES ;;
Spiders
Coming up second-best
People messing with his family
Hand-me-downs
Blood purists
Being wrong
Embarrassment
Studying
Examinations of any kind
Feeling nervous
Being out down or made to look stupid
STRENGTHS ;;
Loyal friend and brother
Strong willed
Has a lion's pride
FLAWS ;;
Stubborn
Lazy and untidy
Easily embarrassed
Doesn't think before he speaks
HABITS ;;
Sticking his hands in his pockets when he is in an awkward social situation
Sticking his tongue out when is concentrating
AMBITIONS ;;
Get a girlfriend
Humilate Malfoy to the point of begging
Pass his O.W.Ls
FEARS ;;
Never getting a girlfriend - ever
Losing a member of the family
Change
Being eaten alive by flesh eating spiders
SECRETS ;;Is in love with Hermione Jean Granger
Has never kissed anyone before
Is jealous of those who are talented by nature
[/center][/size]And you can't leave your HISTORY in the past
FATHER ;; Arthur Weasley, 45, Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office
MOTHER ;; Molly (Prewett) Weasley, 45, Homemaker
SIBLINGS ;;Ginevra Weasley, 14, Student
Fred & George Weasley, 17, Students
Percy Weasley, 19, Ministry intern/worker
Charlie Weasley, 23, Dragon handler
Bill Weasley, 26, Cursebreaker
HOMETOWN ;; The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon
BIRTHDATE ;; March 1, 1980
HISTORY ;; Ron was born on the first of March, 1980, to an anxious Weasley family awaiting the birth of their next member. He was a good three days overdue, to Molly's dismay, but everyone were in good spitits when he finally arrived. The Weasley's had never been abundant in money and riches, so the clothes Ron wore as a child, the toys he played with, had all belonged to his three brothers before him at some stage. At a young age, it wasn't a huge deal for him. He liked the time he spent at home at the Burrow. Everything changed for him when he got his acceptance letter and was shipping himself off to commence his education at Hogwarts.
A rumor had gotten out on the train that the Boy who Lived, Neville Longbottom was to be doing his first year this year. Ron had swallowed hard at the news. What if he met him, and Neville didn't like him? What if he didn't even acknowldge his existance? He wasn't sure why he cared so much, but He figured everyone was feeling the same way. He was, after all, The boy who Lived. Thoughts of Neville were soon swept from his mind when the train arrived and the sorting began. Though he was slightly worried about the sorting, the minute the hat was placed on his head, a cry of Gryffindor echoed over the Great Hall and he ran down to join his family's house, Fred and George cheering like hyeenas.
His first few years passed rather normally. A few days after the sorting, he was pulled up by a very astute, very nosy, bushy-haired girl named Hermione, for not having tucked in a section of his shirt, telling him that he should fix it immediately. Ron had turned his nose up at the girl he didn't know, and looked at the Slytherin boy standing to the side, out of the situation. Ron wasn't on good terms with Slytherins, being a Weasley and a Gryffindor, so he walked away and thought little of it, until the girl Hermione kept popping up all over the place, and before even realised what was happening, he and Hermione were hanging out all the time. Some would even call them friends.
He is in his fifth year now, a prefect for his year with Hermione, unsure about his OWLs, begging Hermione for her help while at the same time ignoring her because she had become very bossy as of late. Ron had made the Gryffindor Quidditch team and Keeper, and though it took a bit of practise, for he wasn't the most skilled player, he got the hang of it.
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[/center][/size]without an EDUCATION where would you be
HOUSE ;; Gryffindor
YEAR ;; Fifth Year
WAND ;; 14" Willow with Unicorn Hair
BEST SUBJECT ;; Defence Against the Dark Arts
WORST SUBJECT ;; Divination
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[/center][/size]Take a look BEHIND THE CHARACTER and what do you see
YOUR NAME ;; Nadia
AGE ;; 19
EXPERIENCE ;; 6-7 years
HOW DID YOU FIND US ;; Caution 2.0
RP SAMPLE ;;
The kiss lasted longer than Teddy had anticipated, but he was worried what pulling away might do. The last thing he wanted was her to walk away in a huff, killing any chances he had of getting information out of her and that’s not even mentioning the lecture he would get from Harry. But finally, she was the one who pulled herself away; Teddy’s eyes flew open immediately, glad to have his lips back. Her eyes stayed closed for a moment, as if savoring the moment, and then she opened them to smile up at him. Teddy smiled back sheepishly. Now he just had to figure out how to transform this situation into a conversation again. He laughed to himself as he turned back to the bar, playing with his drink.”I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that…” He threw her a fake apologetic look from the corner of his eye before taking a small sip of his drink. A few moments passed as Teddy waited for her to say something, and then he felt her hand on his shoulder, rubbing it a little in a comforting way. ”It’s alright. I didn’t mind.” She smiled kindly at him, but there was a shadow of seduction underneath the kindness. Teddy looked back to her and smiled, turning once more to face her.
He was still smiling as he began to speak again to her, but more for the fact that he still had a shot in getting this information out of her than the kiss that he never really wanted to initiate in the first place. Why would he? Teddy wasn’t disloyal. He loved Victoire more than anything in this world. He just hoped he didn’t need to get any further with this girl tonight. This wasn’t really his scene. But he needed to get this done, so he smiled at her again and asked finally, ”So, ahh, Julia, what do think about this stuff going on at the—“ Teddy broke off when something caught his eye behind Julia. Victoire was standing across the bar, shooting deathly glares at Teddy. For a moment, all Teddy could think was Hey! It’s Victoire! and wasn’t really sure why she looked so upset, to say the least, but then he realized what she must have just witnessed. Suddenly a chill shuddered through Teddy like a wave almost like someone had poured a bucket of ice water on top of him. Teddy had completely forgotten about Julia until she spoke, trying to get back into his line of view. ”Ahh, ha, is everything okay?” She turned around and saw Victoire leaving. She didn’t turn back around immediately, but when she did, her glare was almost just as icy. ”And who is that”
Teddy was torn. His eyes kept shifting to the door that just closed with a slam, to the angry women sitting in front of him. He laughed for a moment at her, shaking his head. He was absolutely speechless. ”I…uhhh…heh heh.” He swallowed, as his eyes shifted back to the door. The only thing he could really see was the look on Victoire’s face a moment ago and all Teddy wanted to do was chase after her. Next moment, he had jumped off his stool, almost knocking his drink over. ”Ahhh sorry I … uhh… I have to go..” Without another glance at the girl, he began to walk toward the exit, wondering how he was going to explain himself. ”I’ll see you later, Judie!” He called back distractedly. ”It’s Julia” Julia called back, but Teddy was already pushing the door open and walking out into the cold night air.
Stuffing his arms back into his jacket, he looked up and down the streets for Victoire. He hoped she wasn’t really that mad at him. Surely she wouldn’t be that quick to judge him. Seeing her figure fading into the darkness of the snow, he began running after her, his breath obscuring his view a little and he almost tripped up more than a few times. ”Vic! Vic, wait up!” He called as he chased her, grabbing hold of her arm when he finally caught up to her, turning her around to face him. A stupid smile on his face, he shoved his hands back into his pockets before shrugging. ”What’s the matter?” He cringed as he realized what a stupid question that was, running a hand through his hair, thinking of something somewhat better to say in this situation. ”What are you doing here?” Yeah, good job Teddy. That was much better.
He was still smiling as he began to speak again to her, but more for the fact that he still had a shot in getting this information out of her than the kiss that he never really wanted to initiate in the first place. Why would he? Teddy wasn’t disloyal. He loved Victoire more than anything in this world. He just hoped he didn’t need to get any further with this girl tonight. This wasn’t really his scene. But he needed to get this done, so he smiled at her again and asked finally, ”So, ahh, Julia, what do think about this stuff going on at the—“ Teddy broke off when something caught his eye behind Julia. Victoire was standing across the bar, shooting deathly glares at Teddy. For a moment, all Teddy could think was Hey! It’s Victoire! and wasn’t really sure why she looked so upset, to say the least, but then he realized what she must have just witnessed. Suddenly a chill shuddered through Teddy like a wave almost like someone had poured a bucket of ice water on top of him. Teddy had completely forgotten about Julia until she spoke, trying to get back into his line of view. ”Ahh, ha, is everything okay?” She turned around and saw Victoire leaving. She didn’t turn back around immediately, but when she did, her glare was almost just as icy. ”And who is that”
Teddy was torn. His eyes kept shifting to the door that just closed with a slam, to the angry women sitting in front of him. He laughed for a moment at her, shaking his head. He was absolutely speechless. ”I…uhhh…heh heh.” He swallowed, as his eyes shifted back to the door. The only thing he could really see was the look on Victoire’s face a moment ago and all Teddy wanted to do was chase after her. Next moment, he had jumped off his stool, almost knocking his drink over. ”Ahhh sorry I … uhh… I have to go..” Without another glance at the girl, he began to walk toward the exit, wondering how he was going to explain himself. ”I’ll see you later, Judie!” He called back distractedly. ”It’s Julia” Julia called back, but Teddy was already pushing the door open and walking out into the cold night air.
Stuffing his arms back into his jacket, he looked up and down the streets for Victoire. He hoped she wasn’t really that mad at him. Surely she wouldn’t be that quick to judge him. Seeing her figure fading into the darkness of the snow, he began running after her, his breath obscuring his view a little and he almost tripped up more than a few times. ”Vic! Vic, wait up!” He called as he chased her, grabbing hold of her arm when he finally caught up to her, turning her around to face him. A stupid smile on his face, he shoved his hands back into his pockets before shrugging. ”What’s the matter?” He cringed as he realized what a stupid question that was, running a hand through his hair, thinking of something somewhat better to say in this situation. ”What are you doing here?” Yeah, good job Teddy. That was much better.
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