Post by RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY on Apr 4, 2011 15:52:32 GMT
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The Revolution Has Begun
"There's no need to call me sir Professor."
FULL NAME: RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY
NICKNAMES: RON, RONNIE, ICKLE RONNYKINS
AGE: FIFTEEN GOING ON SEVEN
BIRTHDAY: SOMETIME IN MARCH 1980
SEXUALIY: HETEROSEXUAL
BLOODLINE: PUREBLOOD
HOUSE: GRYFFINDOR RAWRR
YEAR: FIFTH YEAR
JOB: STUDENT AND AVID PATRON OF HONEYDUKES
SIDE: ORDER OF THE PHOENIX
SPECIES/SPECIAL ABILITIES: HE IS REALLY GOOD AT CATCHING CHOCOLATE FROGS, IT'S ACTUALLY SUPER IMPRESSIVE. YOU HAVE NO IDEA. TRANSLATE: NONE, BUT HE THINKS HE'S KIND OF COOL.
CANON: DUH
"You don't know what I'm capable of, you don't know what I've done!"
GENERAL APPEARANCE:
MOST LIKED FEATURE:
MOST HATED FEATURE:
HERITAGE: ENGLISH
ETHNICITY:
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"The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure."
GENERAL PERSONALITY:
Why do people like him, then? Probably because he's funny. Ron's got this dry, sometimes dark sense of humor that can really lighten up a tense situation, even if it's rude sometimes. He's hurt people with his humor before, and he's not one to apologize readily, so that irritates some people. But generally he's great with the sort of casual relationships that he has by the dozens around Hogwarts. He rarely intends to be rude, he's just a bit immature and doesn't quite know how to behave around different sorts of people. In that regard, he's self-centered, because he expects everyone to have the same sort of ideas he has, and understand exactly what he's saying. Ron has a lot to learn about people in general, but he'll learn it because he's around people so much. He's a social kind of guy, an extrovert who needs his friends and never acts with an intention to lose them. In the long run, Ron will be there for you if you're a friendly sort of person.
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HOBBIES:
- QUIDDITCH
- READING ABOUT QUIDDITCH AND DROOLING OVER BROOMSTICKS
- BEING BEATEN UP BY HIS BROTHERS
- INVENTING SWEAR WORDS
- SERACHING FOR SECRET PASSAGEWAYS AND THE LIKE
- MAKING FUN OF PRETENTIOUS GITS
- ANYTHING THAT INVOLVES ICE SKATES
- EMBRIODERY, BUT DON'T TELL ANYONE, OKAY?
- TRAVELING AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE
DISLIKES:
- SLYTHERINS IN GENERAL WITHOUT EXCEPTION
- MOST OF HIS CLASSES, EXCEPT WHEN HE UNDERSTANDS THEM
- PRETENTIOUS GITS
- INSECTS AND SNAKES
- INTENSE PHYSICAL ACTIVITY
- OVERWEIGHT GIRLS
- HAVING A LOT OF RESPONSIBILITY
- INTERROGATIONS
- NOSY PEOPLE
- ORGANIZATION
- PEOPLE WHO ARE INFLEXIBLE
- BUBBLE GUM
LIKES:
- STICKING UP FOR HIS FRIENDS AND FAMILY
- HIS LITTLE SISTER ESPECIALLY
- HERMIONE GRANGER, BUT DON'T TELL ANYONE
- WEEKENDS
- RELAXING
- BIG CELEBRATIONS
- BEING SHIRTLESS
- BIG ANIMALS LIKE HIPPOGRIFFS
- UNIQUE METHODS OF TRANSPORTATION
- BEING COMPETENT AT MAGIC
- IMPRESSING PEOPLE
- NOT HAVING GUIDELINES
- PEOPLE WHO ARE SPONTANEOUS AND FUN
- ADVENTURES
- NEW PLACES
- SEAFOOD
- NEW JEANS
FEARS:
- INSECTS AND SPIDERS AND BEING BITTEN
- WEREWOLVES, EXCEPT A COUPLE OF THEM
- BEING ALONE FOREVER
- SEPARATION FROM HIS FRIENDS AND FAMILY
SECRETS:
- HE'S MADLY IN LOVE WTIH HERMIONE GRANGER (WAIT, IS THAT A SECRET?)
- HE'S MORE COMPETENT THAN YOU THINK HE IS
- HE'S MORE SENTIMENTAL THAN YOU THINK HE IS
- HE USED TO HAVE A STUTTER THAT STILL COMES OUT IF HE'S NOT PAYING ATTENTION
- HE SPENT HIS EARLY TEENAGE YEARS CONVINCED HE WAS GAY
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"I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends."
GENERAL HISTORY:
FAMILY:
- MOLLY WEASLEY (MOTHER)
- ARTHUR WEASLEY (FATHER)
- HARRY POTTER (OKAY NOT REALLY BUT HE'S LIKE A BROTHER)
- WILLIAM WEASLEY (BROTHER)
- FLEUR DELACOUR (FUTURE SISTER-IN-LAW OR WHATEVER)
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NYMPHADORA TONKS(SHOULD TOTALLY BE HIS SISTER-IN-LAW, IT'D BE BETTER THAN FLEUR) - CHARLIE WEASLEY (BROTHER)
- PERCY WEASLEY (
GITBROTHER) - GEORGE WEASLEY (BROTHER)
- FRED WEASLEY (BROTHER)
- GINEVRA WEASLEY (SISTER)
- A WHOLE SLEW OF OTHERS
"Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..."
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: hurp durp this is basically all I have on hand. 's all long and such.
Nymphadora Tonks was dead bored. There was something about Diagon Alley that managed the be simultaneously incredibly appealing to eleven-year-olds with embellished invitation scrolls in tow and extremely tiring after weeks of what could at best be called wandering around. Most of the shops soon lost their excitement - and there wren't really very many. Quite a few of them were boarded up, slabs of wood nailed to the doors and Impenetrable charms cast around the entryways, all as a result of the Death Eaters which were apparently wandering around. Tonks herself wasn't so sure - she hadn't seen any of them anywhere recently. Lots of Order members returned from their days with exciting, terrifying stories about Death Eaters and the Dark Mark - some of them even engaged in duels while they were away. The most exciting feat Tonks could brag about was fixing her own bloody nose after tripping over a doorstop while chasing a runaway toad from Melinda's Magical Emporium. And she certainly hadn't been bragging about that one.
And so now she was here, purple cloak thrown over a green T-shirt advertising a joke shop in Northern Ireland that continually supplied her with the best Dungbombs around. Diagon Alley was in desperate need of a decent joke shop - Zonko's was closed, doors bolted because of the fear that seemed to be gripping the city. London had succumbed to severe paranoia. It was understandable, but frustrating. If only they knew that Dumbledore wasn't completely hidden, that he had contacts, so many more people wouldn't be as afraid. Yet if the public knew about Dumbledore, the whole Order was capsized. There were two distinct options, and neither of them worked, a situation which irritated Tonks to no end. Making decisions was simple; it was coming up with the options that was a pain.
A pair of children, neither older than eight, rushed out of a valuables store and onto the sidewalk in front of her. They were followed by a witch who looked very much like their mother - they shared the same wavy brown hair and frantic movements - and a man wearing a shirt with the store's name embroidered onto the breast pocket. He was clearly quite agitated, and the witch kept apologizing profusely. "I'm so very sorry, I didn't realize Lila was touching the vases, I should have paid better attention. I'll pay you for the damaged vase. How much?" She was literally wringing her hands, and something about the gesture, coupled with the words, amused Tonks. This was precisely the sort of trouble she got into as a child. She'd broken fragile merchandise countless times, and in every instance her mother would apologize to the shop owner and wring her hands in exactly the same way. Tonks smiled at the woman as she gathered the two children and sped off, having paid the owner a sufficient amount of money. He turned from gazing at the witch and gave Tonks a look over, taking in the shoulder-length violet hair and baggy jeans and deciding she wasn't the sort of customer he wanted in his shop before slamming the door.
The brief excitement over, she sighed and continued to the end of the street. Various other wizards and witches meandered down the street, sometimes engaging in a brief conversation with another, other times hurrying along, eyes trained to the sidewalk. Tonks always wondered about the ones who never paused, never glanced at anyone, apparently keeping their eyes completely hidden from view. Were they really heading somewhere so important they couldn't possibly make eye contact, or were they somehow afraid of human interaction? She always tried to at least glance at the faces of the people who passed her, rather than just walking in their shadows. Besides, faces were so much more interesting than sidewalks.
She crossed the street, heading a few stores down to the Leaky Cauldron, which was generally at least slightly more exciting than most of the other restaurants, and had an expansive menu. There was even live music there on Fridays and Saturdays, which was an added bonus. Today was another ordinary Wednesday, though, and she wasn't expecting much from the restaurant - a couple of empty tables, perhaps, a short line for butterbeer or a sandwich, perhaps even someone interesting to talk to.
What she found was quite different. Everyone in Diagon Alley seemed to have decided Wednesday afternoon was the perfect time to visit The Leaky Cauldron and catch up on gossip and food. The building was streaming with people, wizards pouring in and out the large brass doors. Tonks wasn't sure why there were so many people here today, but she made her way through the entrance nevertheless and searched in vain for an empty table. Nothing. There was movement everywhere in the dimly lit restaurant, reminiscent of a badly taken group photograph, but the only available seat she could find was at a table already occupied with another witch, who was fervently writing notes in a plain lined notebook. It was worth a shot - suddenly, she'd felt incredibly hungry, as if a chicken sandwich would rid the world of Death Eaters.
The witch didn't look up as Tonks slid into the seat across from her. She noticed her black shirt, with the words "I don't discriminate. I write shit about everybody." written across the front in white letters, and grinned. "Nice shirt. Mind if I sit here? There's no other room." A salad and a mug of coffee rested between the two of them. Tonks thought it slightly odd that someone would want to drink coffee this late in the day - the drink was repulsive enough to only be mildly useful in the early morning. "You like coffee this late?"
She ordered the chicken sandwich, which appeared in seconds, and poured pepper onto the slab of meat for flavor, all while watching the witch in front of her, who was still scribbling notes onto the paper. "Well, I'm Tonks. What's that you're working on?" She attempted to snag a glance at the page, but it was impossible without morphing a longer neck.
"Reading between the lines, I’d say she thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate."
NAME: spira
AGE: SIXTEEN
GENDER: LA FEMME
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: A BUNCH BUT NOT RECENTLY :3
LOCATION: DENVER COMMA CO COMMA USA
HOW DID YOU FIND US: SOMEONE SPECIAL SENT ME A FACEBOOK MESSAGE. okay so basically a long long time ago, I think back in late '08, Slayer and I were both into Twilight and she had a site and I joined it and became an admin and many fun times were enjoyed by all. Then that site died for some reason (still don't know why, it totally kicked ass, OH WAIT maybe it was all the spambots posting pron images, that was probably it). Then we had another site and it was also fun but I was a lameass and disappeared after like six months when it was also slowly dying. ANYWAYS now I'm here and ready to party it up, and I've never played Ron before but this should be FUN ON THE BUN. IN SPACE.
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