Post by Ronald Bilius Weasley on Aug 31, 2009 0:31:36 GMT -5
[DRAMATIS PERSONAE]
Name: Ronald Bilius Weasley
Nicknames: Ron
Gender: Male
Age: 11/first year/1991
Date of birth: March 1, 1980
Blood status: Pureblood
Play By: Rupert Grint
[THE MASK]
Hair color: crimson red
Hair style: messy/unkempt as if his mother had cut it (which she always did)
Eye color: Blue
Height: 5'11" (will reach 6'5" ultimately)
Weight: 100
Build: gawkily lanky and visually awkward with much too long limbs for his age
Fashion: hand me down clothes from his siblings, so clothing that is ragged from wear, and either much too short, much too long, faded, or stained. He would often prefer to just wear a Chudley Cannons jersey and a pair of denim jeans that didn't fall off his bum.
Distinguishing features: long nose, fiery red hair, freckled complexion, large hands and feet.
[INNER THOUGHTS]
Overview: Ron is, well, one of the more stubborn and unpredictable of the Weasleys. He has an absurdly short temper and has minimal insight into women and how they feel. He is most comfortable around his friends and family with the exception of his brother Percy, the "perfect one".
Ron is very loyal, to the point where he would risk life and limb for his friends. However sometimes his loyalty can get him into some tight situations.
Likes:
-food (any type, any time, anywhere)
-quidditch (the Chudley Cannons specifically)
-his friends
-wizards chess
-magic, though he can never seem to get things just right.
-bugging his siblings
-being right
-having something to call his own, and not a hand-me-down.
-being light hearted
Dislikes:
-spiders
-percy
-slytherins
-the malfoy family (Ron would often wish to slug "pretty boy" Draco in the face, but his family could not afford a lawsuit if he did)
-being treated as if he were a baby or as if he were dumb
-serious topics, such as conversations over his grades and the awkward 'birds and the bees' talk his mother keeps insisting he hear.
-muggle technology, simply because he cant figure it out!
-macaroni and cheese
Habits:
-biting his nails
-falling up stairs
-losing things
-being utterly insensitive unknowingly
-betting on things such as chess matches or quidditch games
-chewing with his mouth open, and then speaking with it full
Strengths:
-strategy (when he is serious/determined)
-decently agile runner
-loyalty and honesty to the point of being brutal some times
-his large heart
-sense of humor
Weaknesses:
-fear and superstition
-lack of a long attention span
-undying loyalty
-very critical
-insecure of himself
Fears:
-spiders
-death of loved ones
-not being seen as an individual
-superstitions coming true
[BEHIND THE MASK]
Animagus: N/A
Patronus: Jack Russell Terrier (see JKR's site)
- When able to perform a patronus: 1997
- Memory Used: his entire family, plus harry, gathered around during the Christmas holidays
Mirror of Erised: him as a prefect, holding the quidditch trophy
Amortentia: fresh baked goods, a freshly cut quidditch field, and floral scents
Veritaserum: N/A at this time
Boggart: spiders. large, hairy spiders
[HOGWARTS INFORMATION]
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Ash, Unicorn Hair, unspecified length (Charlie's old wand)
Best subjects: DADA
Worst subjects: Potions
Pets: Scabbers his pet rat
[HISTORY]
Ronald Bilius Weasley, born March 1st, 1980, is the youngest son of Molly and Arthur Weasley, and the second youngest child, (to be followed by Ginevera a year later). For years Ron felt like the one Weasley without superior talent, for anything he could do his brothers could do better.
Ever since he was young, Ron was a large fan of quidditch, with his obsession growing with each passing year. He knows more about quidditch and its strategy than anyone in his family, what he feels is his one claim to individuality. Since he realized that in a family of seven children, it was hard to stand out, Ron felt he needed to live up to his brothers standards- become a prefect, play quidditch, etc.
Though never good at academics, he made up for it with his humor and sincerity. He defended his siblings to all extents, except when the twins would pull a practical joke on him that would seriously shock him. He was always defensive of his younger and only sister Ginny, even when they were little and she was just playing with boys on the see-saw. Ron would go up to them, and clench his little fists while threatening in his squeaky pre-pubescent voice that if ANYTHING would happen to Ginny, he would knock the accused's teeth in. His loyalty and defensiveness never died down.
Ever since he was young, Ron was a large fan of quidditch, with his obsession growing with each passing year. He knows more about quidditch and its strategy than anyone in his family, what he feels is his one claim to individuality. Since he realized that in a family of seven children, it was hard to stand out, Ron felt he needed to live up to his brothers standards- become a prefect, play quidditch, etc.
Though never good at academics, he made up for it with his humor and sincerity. He defended his siblings to all extents, except when the twins would pull a practical joke on him that would seriously shock him. He was always defensive of his younger and only sister Ginny, even when they were little and she was just playing with boys on the see-saw. Ron would go up to them, and clench his little fists while threatening in his squeaky pre-pubescent voice that if ANYTHING would happen to Ginny, he would knock the accused's teeth in. His loyalty and defensiveness never died down.
[FAMILY]
Father: Arthur Weasley
Mother: Molly Weasley
Siblings: Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ginny
Spouse/significant other: N/A
Other: Uncle Bilius, Grandparents Cedrella and Septimus Weasley, Uncles Gideon and Fabian Prewett
[OUT OF CHARACTER]
Goes by: Sophia, Soph, i wouldn't even mind ron. I've been called ron by my camp friends since 13. (we were also fandom friends. its how we initially got along)
Experience: since i was 13/14 so nearly 4.5 years
Found us through: RPG Collection site
Other characters: None yet
Anything else: Anything else you might want to tell us. Optional
Roleplaying sample:
(this is one of my other characters from an RP site that i co-created)
Madisyn never was one to turn down a bookstore. She spent her days buried beneath mounds of literature, from American classics, to novels hot off the press. It was an amazement that she was not covered in paper cuts or smelled of mothballs. Her days of the week were spent in the library or in the Hufflepuff common room; her knees up against her chest while her eyes were transfixed on the book in front of her.
She missed a proper bookstore when she was at Hogwarts. All she had available there were just the magic oriented books, and Madie had finally lost all of her appreciation for those. They bored her out of her mind with their repetitive nature. Every book she found there was intertwined with another. The systematic layout of information was monotone. Now not even her former escape from the dull world around her, the book “Marvin the Mad Muggle”, could keep her mind from imploding on itself.
She scanned the bookshelves for any new releases. Nothing appeared that she had not heard of; read, or that caught her attention. Madie groaned, as this had proved her silly superstition right, today was not going to be a good day. It had already gotten progressively worse, after spilling hot cocoa on her first outfit earlier that morning, and then having her cat run off.
Madie retired to the café, in which she ordered herself a soda with a lid. Walking toward an empty table, she looked at her cup solemnly. She needed something to occupy her time. The monotone repetition of reality annoyed her ever so much. Spotting an empty table that was also being eyed by an older woman, Madisyn began to lift her front foot to sprint. Madisyn’s long shoelace, which had somehow wrapped a nearby chair, tightened and caused Madisyn to fall forward when she attempted to take a step. This chain of events resulted in Madisyn in an ever so common emotional position, embarrased infront of people she didn't even know.
Madisyn was never one to be graceful. Even with 9 years of ballet lessons, which had been forced upon her by her mother, Madi never achieved a state of equilibrium. So it was not uncommon for her to be chronically embarrassed.
"Damn." She muttered as she finally realized she had hit the floor, diverting the attention of everyone within the café to be focused on her. She looked up at one single face to the left of her. “Dude, that’s like twice today…” Madisyn groaned, registering that it was Dwight, his face noticeably trying to stifle a laugh. “Don’t I know it.” Madi replied, brushing her red hair out of her face, the latter of the two seemingly trying to compete with her hair on how red it could get.
She looked up at Dwight and the single napkin in his hands. She gathered her dry personal belongings. Madi placed ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’ and her partially full soda cup on the table in which Dwight was located at. She stole a few paper towels from a table adjacent to her and wiped up her mess.
“So much for trying to go unnoticed” She began, sitting down in front of Dwight, while dabbing the edges of her book that were damp with soda with the remaining napkin, “Though I never really believed I could do that.”
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