Post by Molly Weasley on Oct 5, 2009 19:42:03 GMT -5
[DRAMATIS PERSONAE]
Name: Molly Weasley (Prewett)
Nicknames: Mollywobbles (ONLY used in private by Arthur)
Gender: Female
Age: 41 years old
Date of birth: October 30, 1950
Job: Housewife & mother
Play By: Julie Walters
[THE MASK]
Hair color: Red
Hair style: Cira 1940's Pin curls
Eye color: Brown
Height: Short
Weight: Plump
Build: Heavy-set
Fashion: Wears “a flowered apron with a wand sticking out of the pocket”, “long robes in varying states of shabbiness” or an old green dressing gown are her favorite pieces.
Distinguishing features: Red hair, plump body and a kind-face.
[INNER THOUGHTS]
Overview: Kindhearted and a sincere nurturer, Molly is the loving and devoted wife to Author Weasley and mother of seven children. Although she is level-headed in a tight situation or when danger is lurking about, she also has a short temper and can be incredibly aggressive when necessary to get her way. She is not one to be bargained with. Her over-protectiveness stems mostly from her dark fear that she'll lose a family member whom she loves more than anything else. After losing her brothers in the early 1980's, she vividly remembers the pain of loss and has promised herself to never experience that pain again.
Molly and Arthur eloped just after they left Hogwarts and had Bill, their first child, three years later. After which, as her household swiftly grew, she took over their education and upbringing as well as the housework and cooking without assistance. Although many wonder, it is a private joke between Molly and Arthur of why they had so many children. "I always wanted a girl," Molly would say. "And I wanted to give you one." Author would reply.
Likes: at least seven
Having guests
Family meals
Books/reading
Knowing where her family is
Tidiness
The Order of the Phoenix
Loyality
Truth
Dislikes: at least seven
Death/harm/danger to a loved one
Deatheaters
Disorder
Bad news
Misbehaving children
Anyone who endangers someone she cares for
The dark arts
Not getting her way
[WIZARDING INFORMATION]
Blood status: Pureblood
Special status:
Wand: 10 4/5th, apple blossom, dragon heartstring core
Allegiance: Order of the Phoenix
[OUT OF CHARACTER]
Goes by: Miri
Experience: 6 years
Found us through: Advert on Outlander site
Other characters: I plan on also playing Arthur Weasley
Anything else: I live in Jerusalem so my time zone is quite different and could result in awkward posting. Please be patient.
Roleplaying sample:
The remains of a single candle, a dwindling wick leaning precariously over a thin sheath of wax, provided the only light in the empty kitchen. All hands on the grandfather clock pointed comfortingly at home except one. Arthur had not yet returned and had not been able to give an expected time of arrival. Her chores completed hours before, Molly sat in her usual place to the right of Arthur's chair at the head of the table clutching desperately to a tear stained piece of ripped parchment. She read it again.
"Change of plans. Will be home b-"
Molly mindlessly thumbed the shredded parchment edge as she contemplated what explanation could have begun with the letter "b" which was so important as to be discarded by the foe who tried to nab the owl on its way to delivery at the Burrow. "Peril" the hand with her husband's face pointed to and with only a piece of torn parchment with a riddle upon it to give her comfort, Molly had succumbed to the endlessly streaming tears that fell down her face in succession.
BANG! CLANK!
Molly sprang out of her seat, knocking the chair to the floor with another crash. It was no surprise with all the noise filling the Burrow that the children began to wake up and she could hear them scrambling to find slippers and robes to come and see what was happening.
"Stay in bed!" She shouted to the scattering feet which stopped immediately upon hearing their mother's sharp voice.
Instinctively clasping her hand upon her wand, removing it completely from its home in her apron's pocket, Molly inched towards the front door. Just then, the candle finally died in a momentous sizzle and the entire Burrow was cast into darkness. Molly's heart pounded loudly in the ensuing silence as she pried her ears to hear any other clue as to who had created the ruckus previously. Her eyes struggled to make out the direction of Arthur's arm on the clock but dared not use Lumos to light the way and in the darkness, could not see a thing. As she pressed her ear against the door, someone knocked on it.
"Molly, it's James." A muffled voice on the other side of the door said.
"Where's Arthur?" She replied with tears straining her voice.
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