Post by roseweasley on Jan 23, 2012 22:51:40 GMT 1
ROSE • MEREDITH • WEASLEY
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NICKNAMES: Rosie
GENDER: female
AGE/D.O.B: seventeen, march eighth
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
OCCUPATION: student
BLOOD STATUS: half blood
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HAIR: messy brown hair, light brown, not completely dark, very long and always down and gets a bit red during summer and spring
EYES: she has her mother's eyes but they are a bit darker shade of brown, and almond shape, which she only wears a light amount of makeup. she also has some thinck eye brows she picked up from her grandfather's side
BODY AND HEIGHT:she is a thin one, but she has muscle on her. She sort of one of the guys and can keep up even if she looks like she is going to break. She also recieved her mother's height so she stands around 5'6" at most.
DISTINCT MARKINGS: her eyebrows and a small tattoo on her hip mentioning "witt beyond measure is my greatest treasure."
CLOTHING/STYLE: the girl likes to wear anything she can get messy in. She doesn't really dress up, she see no need in it, but she does tend to make herself presentable. She likes jeans and shirts with tennies most of the time, but some times she'll go off and wear something different.
ANYTHING ELSE: nope
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DISLIKES: prats, waking up in the morning, sitting still, not being able to go out in the rain, studying all day long, splinters, singing, not being able to do something at first try, being told what to do, being expected to be the best, really loud noises.
STRENGTHS: confident(she knows herself well), brilliant(one of the brightest witches of her day), strong(no one can push this girl around)
WEAKNESSES: boys (make her go a bit dumb), romance(she wants that perfect story), jokes (she is very corny and silly)
PRIORITIES:getting high marks, playing quidditch, excelling in her artistic abilities
BOGGART: failing(thanks mom), spiders(thanks dad), losing(thanks weasleys)
ERISED: find what she wants to do for living because she has no clue
VERITASERUM: even though it doesn't show she wants to make her parents proud.
PATRONUS: white fox: at first it was her acceptance into Ravenclaw and finding a belonging place but when went into her fifth year it was her getting high marks on her owl and her dad's reaction to it.
PENSIEVE: she almost failed her muggle studies class because she thought she knew everything... her mom straightened her on that one.
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW: Where do we start on Miss Rose Weasley? Dear me, there is a lot to this girl. One fact is, is basically she is her mother all over again. She is a complete know it hitting her mother’s standards every time. She works hard but doesn’t let it show. Rose likes to make things look easy, she likes the attention, the confidence boost, even though she already has a ton of confidence. She is also wicked strong in her personality. She knows how to stand up for herself and knows when she is needed. She also stands up for the underdog. Rose tries to look like she doesn’t care, but the girl has a lot of inner demons dealing with what she think is important. She never backs away from a challenge and isn’t afraid to punch you in your face. The girl loves risks and will take them. She is one of those girls who likes to try everything and decide if she doesn’t like it. But when it comes to boys, she is rubbish. She doesn’t know how to act if she likes them. She is actually one of the boys to get messy and in trouble, but if she becomes attracted to anyone of them, she gets a bit like her dad.
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MOTHER: hermione weasley-granger
SIBLINGS: hugo weasley granger
OTHER FAMILY: weasleys and potters
SOCIO-ECONOMIC STATUS: middle class
HISTORY OVERVIEW: A Rose by any other name is just as sweet. And as cliché as it goes, this Rose has thorns. Oh yes people, I am my mother and father’s daughter. I have a short temper and too much confidence for my own good. I like to be right and I am never quiet when I want to say something. I am terribly blunt, I don’t sugar coat things and I sort of just say what comes to my mind, which I know can get me into a lot of trouble, but hey, things happen. Which leads me to another thing, I am not afraid to get physical. I grew up with the guys in my family and know how to handle myself, no one can push me around. I’m not a know it all like my mom, but I do try to be right when I argue about something. As for what I get from my father, I am really awkward when I get nervous, usually around guys I take interest in. I babble and tend to say the wrong things. I am a very determined person and when I find something I like I tend to go all out, like I have been playing piano for ten years and been painting for six. I am usually all over the place. But usually I am calm and collected, I try to be understanding and accepting.
I am the oldest one of two kids. I was born in April, the sixth day. It was sixteen years ago and man my parents said they were completely happy at finally having a child. My dad rooted for a boy though. Anyways they name me Rose Eleanor. I don’t know why exactly, but I think it was because my father liked the name Rose and my great gran’s name was Eleanor? You’ll have to ask them about it really. But two years later they did have a boy, to my father’s pleasure, and they named him Hugo. So when it comes to names, you need to take it up with them.
Having a brother didn’t really do anything different to me. I had to be almost two when he was born and I think I was too interested in quidditch to be worried about someone stealing my attention. Oh yes, my first interest was quidditch. It last for about eight years. My first would was quaffle, my dad though it would be a good idea to train me to be a keeper like him. My mother really didn’t mind, but until I uttered that word, well, I think they had a very long talk about priorities. My mom wanted me to already be reading, but again, I couldn’t just be given an interest, I have to find it. But I did learn to read, but that wasn’t until I was four. At six I found interest in piano and my mom began to think. I was a creative little thing, not logical like her. She couldn’t do anything to stop it though.
Piano must have been the best thing for me though. My mother put me in a muggle school to evolve my mind and made me a compromise. I do good in school, I get lessons for the piano we had at home, she played piano as well. Anyways I passed all my grade levels with high marks and began piano lessons. I also went into karate, and around ten I began painting. My mother had to accept the fact that I, Rose, Hermione’s little angel, was an artist. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but she did want a little protogy. At least she didn’t need to worry about me getting into fights, that only happened once in a full moon, sometimes people just ticked me off and I have anger issues. It was before I got my Hogwarts letter and well, let us just say, boys are mean when they are little and didn’t expect me to retaliate.
It had to be the summer of my eleventh year. I was sitting at breakfast, keeping the pancakes away from my brother, when my dim witted owl, Percy, yes I know, the name is hilarious, or so thought my father, flew in through the window and dropped my letter in the syrup. My mother made a fit, but I finally had the letter in my hands and got the privilege of opening it. It said I was accepted and well we went off and got all my things. In September I was on the train and taking my trip off to somewhere else, somewhere new.
The sorting was predictable. I was placed into Ravenclaw, though I had the option of Gryffindor. But it really seemed Ravenclaw was the house for me and all. The house was very nice accepting in bringing in a Weasley. I quickly made friends and found my place. I so far am rivaling my mother’s markings, but I can’t focus enough to pass up my mother. I did quidditch for a year, keeper of course, but didn’t stay long enough to make it stick. I did however find a love for potions, so I have been dabbling in that a lot, I have one too many potion books to count. I did my owls, made my mom proud and embarrassed my father, and now I am in my seventh year. I’m trying to find something I can continue in and basically living that teenage life. There you have it. A Rose by any other name is just as sweet. I’m just me.
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YOURAGE: eaighteen
YOURTIMEZONE: pacific
YOUREXPERIENCE: years upon years =D
YOUROTHERCHARS: none yet
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It wasn’t a very easy day for Rose. She was again asked what she wanted to do after she left Hogwarts, what she wanted to go into. Once again she was speechless and in the second floor’s bathroom crying her eyes out. Why was that so hard? Just pick something, she kept telling herself. Anything, just anything. But she couldn’t find anything worth putting so much time into. She thought about dragon tamer, then professional player. Except Rose had so much thought, it wouldn’t satisfy her. Then she thought about potions’ master. It would hit all the ground levels of Miss Rose, except, something about it just didn’t feel right. The girl took her time going to her common room. She found her sketch book and began a long adventure of drawing the black lake and the pretty little tree that sat next to it. It continued until the girl had to go out to the balcony get a live view so she could continue.
While she was up there she thought of possible options that dealt with painting. Not much went to her head, but she was at peace sketching the grounds. Rose was in the middle of shading when someone began to talk. She honestly heard nothing until that moment, it made her jump and caused her notebook to fly to the ground. “Oh bloody hell there it goes.” She muttered, oh if only her mother was here to hear her use such diction, she’d slap her husband for poor teaching. The girl looked over the balcony at the notebook on the floor. “Erm no, you’re not disturbing me, but I can’t say the same for it.” The girl paused and looked over at him, “It seems you’ve scared the witts out of my notebook.”Rose joked and laughed a bit at the funny she created. She then began digging in her pockets for her wand. Once out, she waved it, “Accio notebook.” The book shot up straight in the air only to fall again just to be caught by the girl.
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While she was up there she thought of possible options that dealt with painting. Not much went to her head, but she was at peace sketching the grounds. Rose was in the middle of shading when someone began to talk. She honestly heard nothing until that moment, it made her jump and caused her notebook to fly to the ground. “Oh bloody hell there it goes.” She muttered, oh if only her mother was here to hear her use such diction, she’d slap her husband for poor teaching. The girl looked over the balcony at the notebook on the floor. “Erm no, you’re not disturbing me, but I can’t say the same for it.” The girl paused and looked over at him, “It seems you’ve scared the witts out of my notebook.”Rose joked and laughed a bit at the funny she created. She then began digging in her pockets for her wand. Once out, she waved it, “Accio notebook.” The book shot up straight in the air only to fall again just to be caught by the girl.
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