Post by perc on Sept 27, 2009 12:01:05 GMT -5
[DRAMATIS PERSONAE]
Name: Percival Ignatius Weasley.
Nicknames: Percy, Prat, Perfect Percy, Perce.
Gender: Male.
Age: Fourteen.
Date of birth: August 22nd, 1976.
Blood status: Pureblood.
Special status: N/A.
Play By: Chris Rankin.
[THE MASK]
Hair color: Flaming red.
Hair style: Kept short; slightly curly, much to his disappointment.
Eye color: Blue.
Height: 5' 9” and still growing.
Weight:
Build: Tall and thin, slightly lanky.
Fashion: Like all his siblings, Percy suffers through the hand-me-downs of older brothers and often has to make do with trousers that are a little too short and a little too baggy. He's pretty lucky that he's the third brother, to be honest, as his clothes tend to be a bit newer by default. He's the most likely to be seen in the garish jumpers Molly knits for the family every Christmas, and he also has a pair of horn-rimmed glasses that he wears for reading. Generally speaking, Percy is quite uptight about his appearance and will patch up his own clothes to look more respectable if need be; he also ensures all clothes are neatly ironed and folded away... Even his jeans and underwear.
Distinguishing features: Curly red hair when he lets it grow a little too long, glasses, his height and his freckles (although thankfully he has fewer than some of his siblings). He has a rather long face, too, and tends to look a bit pompous in his attempts to look somewhat dignified.
[INNER THOUGHTS]
Overview: Percy is initially perceived as being rather pompous, and he does indeed have delusions of grandeur about himself. He's quite intelligent and sometimes he lets this go to his head, meaning he does have an unfortunate tendency to think of himself as being better than the people around him. Don't take it to heart too much, because rest assured, someone will knock him down a peg or two within the day. He's a bit of a target for teasing, especially from his own siblings, which he tends to take quite personally. While he does know how to joke, he generally prefers to be serious and tends to take things to heart quite easily, especially in regards to the twins. He likes things to be neat, tidy and orderly, generally detesting any form of chaos that could come his way, which is unfortunate considering who his brothers are. Ideally, when he reaches fifth year, he'd love to be a prefect and is currently doing everything in is power to make himself eligible for such a role.
If you're not particularly rude or boisterous and can handle Percy's unwittingly arrogant attitude, you'd probably find you could get on with him quite well. He can be quite kindly and, being older brother to four people, he finds himself often acting in the role of daddy, making sure everyone else is where they need to be on time and generally being a neat, tidy pest. He's a very loyal person to his beliefs, always doing what he thinks will benefit the people around him best in the future, but he is also quite ambitious. He wants to raise his family's name back out of the mud and into prestige again, but he also wants to make a decent future for himself. He'd love to work in the ministry when he's older, to climb the ranks to astounding heights, but he knows that he has to work hard and may have to sacrifice a lot for it. He's willing to do so, though. Percy isn't the best student in his year, but he's certainly quite bright and is managing to keep up in all his subjects, maintaining a decent grade even in his worst subjects (except for Divination – ugh, why did he decide to take that again?).
Percy isn't a naturally friendly person, more likely to take a negative impression of someone than positive, but this is at least partly to do with his pessimistic nature. He thinks it's better to think the worst of people and be surprised when they turn out to be nice, than deal with the disappointment that comes from things being the other way around. He's quite loud but not in the same way as his brothers; he makes himself heard but his opinions are usually quite unpopular and even a little stuck up to some people, which is a shame sometimes. Percy is constantly unsure about his status amongst people, especially his family, and he often gets more uptight about being in control because of it, which simply leads to pushing them away further. He's also one of the sorts who are prone to keeping such feelings inside, rarely confronting the people he'd need to speak to. He will comment all he can on how the country should be run, or express his thoughts on the current Quidditch situation, but when it comes to matters of the heart, he clams up tighter than an oyster. He's especially awful around girls, having not got a clue what to say. At the end of the day, though, his main focus is really his family and his career, even if they don't always realise it. He cares, he just finds it hard to express that he does. Percy often gives off the impression that he thinks he's truly perfect, but he really doesn't feel that way about himself; yes, he has more confidence in his intelligence than he really has a right to, but he's very good at bluffing about his true feelings and is actually a little envious at how carefree all his siblings seem to be most of the time. He'd swap roles with them any day of the week, if they so wished.
Contrary to popular belief, Percy does suffer from the same violent temper that his siblings do. He just doesn't tend to express it physically as they do. Yes, his ears go red and he seems to almost fume, but he'll shout and rant, holding a grudge for the longest of times when he gets mad. Punching something is never productive, but shouting someone into the ground certainly makes him feel a lot better when he's mad. He does manage to keep hold of his anger better than most of his siblings, but tends to be able to remain angry at individuals for longer to make up for it. No one can hold a grudge like Percy can; just ask his siblings about the time they broke his toy broom (he's still not forgiven them for that, and he was four at the time).
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[BEHIND THE MASK]
Animagus: N/A.
Patronus:
- When able to perform a patronus: His sixth year (1993).
- Memory Used: His first kiss.
Mirror of Erised: Percy's deepest desire is to raise the status of his family to one that is respected once more. He hates the fact that the Weasley clan are, effectively, the laughing stock of the wizarding world and he's desperate to alleviate his siblings of this mockery. Ideally, he sees himself as Minister of Magic, what he considers to be a position of respect, as he believes that achieving such a position will enable him to aid his family and their name to get out of the rut they're stuck in.
Amortentia: Parchment, floo powder, mint sauce and digestive biscuits.
Veritaserum: Percy's biggest secrets are probably that he cheated on an end of year Charms exam in the previous year, and that he's nursing a rather large crush on Penelope Clearwater. He's also occasionally a little resentful of his father's job role, but whether or not this is a well kept secret, he isn't sure. All he knows is that he gets a bit more bitter over it every year.
Boggart: Percy's deepest fear is actually losing his family, although not to death; no, he doesn't seem to think anything that bad will happen to them. He's scared they don't want him around. He's always been the black sheep of the family, in some ways – he has never been adventurous like his older brothers, imaginative like the twins, brash like his youngest siblings or even particularly dashing. He has his brains and he must have some kind of bravery, but he's still unsure of his position in the family and he's terrified that everyone is just amusing him. If he encounters a boggart, he sees himself alone.
[HOGWARTS INFORMATION]
House: Gryffindor.
Wand: Twelve inches, unicorn hair and rowan.
Best subjects: Charms, Ancient Runes and Arithmancy.
Worst subjects: Potions, Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures, without a doubt.
Pets: A Screech Owl named Hermes.
Hogsmeade trips: Yes.
[HISTORY]
Percival Ignatius Weasley was born on a beautifully sunny summers day in August, 1976, the third child to Molly and Arthur Weasley. Being one of the middle children should have been easy, but Percy always felt like a little bit of an outcast, even after his other siblings were born. While they all enjoyed going outside, rolling around or taking turns to ride on a rickety old broom, teasing and chasing each other, Percy liked being quiet. He enjoyed sitting in the corner of the kitchen while his mother cooked, reading a book on whatever took his fanc that day. He was never the loud and active one, although he could never have been called quiet – it was never in the Weasley nature to keep quiet and Percy was pretty opinionated from the get go. No, he just didn't like the rough and tumble attitude his siblings took towards life and as a result, he was a little bit coddled by his mother. She never seemed to mind, always encouraging him to carry on reading and develop his intellect with his books. It wasn't until he was older that he would begin to regret not making the effort to play with his siblings.
As the family trickled off to Hogwarts, Percy grew up and learnt to understand the world better. He knew full well that his family weren't the best off and had discovered that they weren't well respected after his first trip to Diagon Alley, tagging along with his father and Charlie. Discovering that hand me down clothes and tatty old books weren't the norm was a huge culture shock to Percy, and he almost instantly decided that his sole aim in life would be to raise the status of his family by whatever means possible. It was as he grew up, wishing to achieve this goal that he began to become embarrassed by his father's job, considered a pointless and imbecilic task by many in the wizarding community. Indeed, by the time he got to Hogwarts, he was thoroughly embarrassed by it thanks to offhand comments from acquaintances, and whenever asked, never elaborated more than the fact his father worked at the ministry. He had been nervous when he first arrived at Hogwarts, scared that he wouldn't be sorted into Gryffindor like the rest of his family had always been because he'd always been such an outsider amongst his siblings. However, his fears were unfounded and he was sorted into the house of scarlet and gold, just like his brothers before him.
With school came a bit of confidence for Percy, and he seemed to become more arrogant as time passed. He never had too many friends, although he wasn't quite the annoying git his siblings always thought of him as, but he enjoyed his time at school and thrived as he learnt more. He joyfully welcomed his brothers Fred, George and Ron to the Gryffindor table, although he sometimes wonders if it's possible to pretend he's not related to the twins, and is currently looking forward to next year, both because Ginny will be attending the school and because he has a chance at becoming a prefect that year.
As the family trickled off to Hogwarts, Percy grew up and learnt to understand the world better. He knew full well that his family weren't the best off and had discovered that they weren't well respected after his first trip to Diagon Alley, tagging along with his father and Charlie. Discovering that hand me down clothes and tatty old books weren't the norm was a huge culture shock to Percy, and he almost instantly decided that his sole aim in life would be to raise the status of his family by whatever means possible. It was as he grew up, wishing to achieve this goal that he began to become embarrassed by his father's job, considered a pointless and imbecilic task by many in the wizarding community. Indeed, by the time he got to Hogwarts, he was thoroughly embarrassed by it thanks to offhand comments from acquaintances, and whenever asked, never elaborated more than the fact his father worked at the ministry. He had been nervous when he first arrived at Hogwarts, scared that he wouldn't be sorted into Gryffindor like the rest of his family had always been because he'd always been such an outsider amongst his siblings. However, his fears were unfounded and he was sorted into the house of scarlet and gold, just like his brothers before him.
With school came a bit of confidence for Percy, and he seemed to become more arrogant as time passed. He never had too many friends, although he wasn't quite the annoying git his siblings always thought of him as, but he enjoyed his time at school and thrived as he learnt more. He joyfully welcomed his brothers Fred, George and Ron to the Gryffindor table, although he sometimes wonders if it's possible to pretend he's not related to the twins, and is currently looking forward to next year, both because Ginny will be attending the school and because he has a chance at becoming a prefect that year.
[FAMILY]
Father: Arthur Weasley.
Mother: Molly Weasley.
Siblings: Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley.
Other: Grandparents: Cedrella Weasley and Septimus Weasley. Great Aunt: Muriel Weasley. Uncles: Bilius Weasley; Gideon Prewett and Fabian Prewett.
[OUT OF CHARACTER]
Goes by: Ann, please.
Experience: Five plus years.
Found us through: Ad hopping. I honestly have no idea which site it was, sorry.
Other characters: None.
Anything else: The site plot is awesome. <3
Roleplaying sample:
James had long since figured that the safest place to practise anything was outside, because people had more room to get away from it. Back in his first year, he’d enjoyed trying out all the new spells he’d learnt in the Gryffindor common room and had accidentally left his mark on the sofa like so many before him. By the time people were threatening to kick him out of the tower, he’d relocated to the library and annoyed the strict, dusty old librarian in there. He’d never liked her much anyway. His second year choice of practise spot hadn’t been all that successful either – hiding behind Greenhouse Five had introduced him to a world of horror he hadn’t been ready for at the time, and he’d never been able to get the image of two professors kissing out of his mind. He’d been scarred for life that day and had run away at the first possible notice. He’d been okay for his third, fourth and fifth years – he’d begun finding passages in and out of the castle and simply relocated there if he needed to practise something potentially dangerous (and with James, well, it was probably dangerous anyway), until he’d made part of a wall collapse whilst practising the Summoning charm. Trying to call forth a brick in the middle of a stone passage hadn’t been his smartest move to date.
Which led him to his current spot - a slowly crumbling stone bench hidden in the corner of the courtyard. He’d collapsed there after legging it out of the kitchens, the rapid chattering of angry house elves cursing the eldest Potter child still audible in that general vicinity. It wasn’t like the bench wasn’t used – it had been well worn by the backsides and bags of many a generation of student, the evidence visible in its run down state – but he’d never really paid much attention to the courtyard before. More often than not, if he wanted to spend time outside, he’d go further afield; the lawns or possibly even the Lake, if he was that bored of grass and daisies. But here he had a ready made table in the form of the seat, perfect for writing essays on; a place to leave his things, a reasonably comfortable seat and, best of all, it was decently sheltered, as long as the wind wasn’t coming from the east. It was reasonably quiet there too, not his favourite status but probably a good thing, given he was usually trying to study whenever he went there. Yes, even James decided to study now and then. He had exams to pass too, after all.
And this was the reason the brunette was sat in the courtyard, legs up on the bench and back leaning against a stone arm rest, lower lip caught firmly in the grasp of his teeth as he concentrated. His feet were stretched out across the bench, or as far as he could – he was slightly taller than the two-seater bench was long and his feet were actually resting on the opposite arm rest. He’d dropped his bag by the side of the bench when he sat down and hadn’t yet noticed that some sneaky blighter had snatched it whilst he was busy. He’d be infuriated when he figured it out, less because they’d stolen it and more because it meant the git had figured out this damn spell. Wand in hand, James flicked his gaze back down to the notes nestled in his lap and then back up to his feet. His dark eyes narrowed a little in frustration. This really shouldn’t be so bloody difficult, he thought to himself as he glanced at his notes again, trying to figure out what was going wrong.
Disillusionment charms were on the agenda in class, but James was having a little difficulty in managing to get the hang of it. Thus far, he’d somehow managed to figure out how to cast the spell well over a small area, but it left everything else visible. That area was currently his left foot and his right ankle, making him look like he’d been dismembered by a psychotic wood chopper. He didn’t mind this so much – it was progress on his efforts in class, at least, when he couldn’t even make a paperclip completely vanish – but now he couldn’t quite get himself to reappear. It could be funny to walk around and see if anyone freaked out at the sight, but he didn’t really feel like embarrassing himself right then. Doubtless someone would provoke him, and he already had detention lined up for the next three evenings. It was really a rather good thing he wasn’t in any clubs or on any teams.
He attempted to cast the reversal spell once more but frowned as it did nothing more than make his toes tingle slightly. “Bollocks,” he muttered to himself, leaning forward and poking his foot to make sure it was still there. It definitely was. “What am I doing wrong?”
Which led him to his current spot - a slowly crumbling stone bench hidden in the corner of the courtyard. He’d collapsed there after legging it out of the kitchens, the rapid chattering of angry house elves cursing the eldest Potter child still audible in that general vicinity. It wasn’t like the bench wasn’t used – it had been well worn by the backsides and bags of many a generation of student, the evidence visible in its run down state – but he’d never really paid much attention to the courtyard before. More often than not, if he wanted to spend time outside, he’d go further afield; the lawns or possibly even the Lake, if he was that bored of grass and daisies. But here he had a ready made table in the form of the seat, perfect for writing essays on; a place to leave his things, a reasonably comfortable seat and, best of all, it was decently sheltered, as long as the wind wasn’t coming from the east. It was reasonably quiet there too, not his favourite status but probably a good thing, given he was usually trying to study whenever he went there. Yes, even James decided to study now and then. He had exams to pass too, after all.
And this was the reason the brunette was sat in the courtyard, legs up on the bench and back leaning against a stone arm rest, lower lip caught firmly in the grasp of his teeth as he concentrated. His feet were stretched out across the bench, or as far as he could – he was slightly taller than the two-seater bench was long and his feet were actually resting on the opposite arm rest. He’d dropped his bag by the side of the bench when he sat down and hadn’t yet noticed that some sneaky blighter had snatched it whilst he was busy. He’d be infuriated when he figured it out, less because they’d stolen it and more because it meant the git had figured out this damn spell. Wand in hand, James flicked his gaze back down to the notes nestled in his lap and then back up to his feet. His dark eyes narrowed a little in frustration. This really shouldn’t be so bloody difficult, he thought to himself as he glanced at his notes again, trying to figure out what was going wrong.
Disillusionment charms were on the agenda in class, but James was having a little difficulty in managing to get the hang of it. Thus far, he’d somehow managed to figure out how to cast the spell well over a small area, but it left everything else visible. That area was currently his left foot and his right ankle, making him look like he’d been dismembered by a psychotic wood chopper. He didn’t mind this so much – it was progress on his efforts in class, at least, when he couldn’t even make a paperclip completely vanish – but now he couldn’t quite get himself to reappear. It could be funny to walk around and see if anyone freaked out at the sight, but he didn’t really feel like embarrassing himself right then. Doubtless someone would provoke him, and he already had detention lined up for the next three evenings. It was really a rather good thing he wasn’t in any clubs or on any teams.
He attempted to cast the reversal spell once more but frowned as it did nothing more than make his toes tingle slightly. “Bollocks,” he muttered to himself, leaning forward and poking his foot to make sure it was still there. It definitely was. “What am I doing wrong?”
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