WEASLEY, FRED GIDEON

[FRED GIDEON WEASLEY]

The Revolution Has Begun

"There's no need to call me sir Professor."



FULL NAME: Fred Gideon Weasley
NICKNAMES: George, Forge, Gred, Freddie
AGE: 17
BIRTHDAY: April 1, 1978
SEXUALIY: Bisexual
BLOODLINE: Pureblood
HOUSE: Gryffindor
YEAR: Seven
JOB: Student, self-employed entrepreneur
SIDE: Order of the Phoenix
SPECIES/SPECIAL ABILITIES: n/a
CANON: Very


"You don't know what I'm capable of, you don't know what I've done!"



GENERAL APPEARANCE: Fred (and George, for that matter) is the epitome of a Weasley. Freckles, flaming orange hair, and a fantastic smile to boot. Because of his height he has a rather long face... which he loves. His hair is frequently not styled. Fred prefers to keep his hair a bit longer, but bites the bullet and cuts it when George (or his mother) decides it's time to.

His eyes are a pleasant, inviting chocolate brown with a hint of blue. In the right lighting it can look a little different but generally they just appear brown. Secretly, he admires the twinkle that George sometimes gets in his eyes, because Fred doesn't really think he'll ever be able to accomplish it exactly the way his brother has it down to a science.

His clothes are often second-hand and he tends to wear whichever of either of their clothes are the least dirty. When Slytherins mock him for his lower-quality robes Fred shrugs it off--their opinions matter very little to him, and when he makes it big in the joke shop business he'll have all the galleons he needs to provide new clothes for himself. Until then--other things are way more important, anyways!
MOST LIKED FEATURE: The trademark hair, which in their case, was just a bit wavy.
MOST HATED FEATURE: "You implying there's anything to be hated?" Fred has a love-hate relationship with his height. While it's nice to be able to look down on people he doesn't really like having to duck under everything.
HERITAGE: English
ETHNICITY: Caucasian


"The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure."



GENERAL PERSONALITY:
--Dynamic. Life can't be dull if you've got Fred nearby--he's the life of the party! There really isn't a shy bone in his body so he's willing to make any sort of non-malicious joke, even if the punch line is embarrassing himself--that doesn't matter! He'll just shrug it off, anyways, and laugh along with everyone else.

--Endures. You've gotta be able to endure to be able to pick yourself off the ground after you fail and try again. If they wanted to be a success in the joke-shop business and beat out Zonkos (not that they didn't love Zonkos--they did!) they'd have to come up with new ideas and new ways to beat the old pros. It's kind of a hard thing to do if you give up after the first cauldron blows up in your face, ain't it?

--Inefficient. Planning is absolutely not Fred's forte. He knows it's a flaw that he has but that really doesn't make it any easier for him to not do it. Sometimes you can be aware of your flaws and have no real urge to fix them, ya know? You ask him to have something done a week from today... he might start it the night before. Up until then he has time, right? Things come up or George and he have a new idea that has to be tried out now!

--Innovative. Creativity is something that comes naturally to Fred (and George, for that matter). Have a problem? Fred could probably give you a.... roundabout solution. Perhaps it wouldn't be exactly what you expected but really, what's the fun in that?

--Positive. Life really seemed determined to put a damper on everyones happiness... and Fred was equally as determined to spite it. It isn't always easy to see the positive when you're surrounded by so much negativity, so sometimes you just need to bite the bullet and make the positivity appear if it wasn't there in the first place.

--Resourceful. Of the two of them, Fred's the one that's just a bit better at thinking of things to substitute when trying to get the reactions they want in their inventions. If he doesn't know already he has no problem researching it so that he does! At home, he keeps the books so to speak, stashing away their supplies of kneazle droppings, crushed dung beetles, fluxweed, and more.

--Self-confident. Was he attractive? Yeah, he was. Was he a good student? No--not really--but he was good at other things. He didn't need to be told things that were good about him... because he was realistic with himself, and there were certainly enough of them.

--Sincere. If you ask Fred for his honest opinion on something, he will give it to you (in the nicest way possible if it's not positive). Sure there are barriers in communication--of course there are. Most people can be a bit put off by the humor, thinking that neither of the twins could be serious if their life depended on it. Those that know better, though, know that if you need advice or someone to hear you out and a shoulder to cry on... look no further.
HOBBIES:
-Gambling... which they usually win.
-Hanging out with friends.
-Sneaking around after hours in the Forbidden forest to collect ingredients.
-Having friendly chats with Peeves where they tell eachother stories and give ideas.
-Doodling ideas for new inventions on his class notes. This can get him in trouble sometimes.
DISLIKES:
-People not believing in them and thinking they will fail
-Making people cry from the pranks
-Being under scrutiny for grades
-Vegetables
-Hand-me-downs
-Having to explain the punch line
-Being told he is a disappointment
-Slimy slytherins
-The Malfoys for the way they speak about his family
LIKES:
-Making people laugh
-Spending time with George
-His mother's cooking
-Hearing his parents compare their siblings to them like it's a bad thing
-Giving gifts
-Annoying Snape, although this is now more or less a pastime
-Being confused for George
-Smiling so much in a day that his cheeks hurt
-That tone his mother has when reprimanding them, the one where it seems like she's trying so hard not to laugh
FEARS:
-More than anything in the world, George dying.
-The day when George and himself will no longer be able to live with each other (when one gets a significant other outside of Hogwarts and moves in with them, most likely).
-Any of his family dying--seeing them die in front of him while he is unable to help
SECRETS: (From everyone except George)
-He terribly misses the days when he and George had the same classes--ever since they got their OWLS in different subjects they can't pretend to be eachother in classes and switch seats. It's taken a bit of the enjoyment out of school.
-His sexuality. Unsure of what his family would think he's pretty careful not to mention anything.
-He's bad at coming up with names for their latest inventions. That's George's job--not that he'd ever admit it!


"I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends."



GENERAL HISTORY: Born on April 1st 1978, Fred's life at home was, for lack of any better term ideal. Ever since he could remember there really wasn't any doubt that he was loved. Sharing with his brother the same naming conventions, he shares the first letter of his first name with his dead uncle Fabian, with Gideon as his middle name.

Throughout their life before Hogwarts Fred and his twin often got into trouble for being mischievous. They frequently played pranks on their family members (mostly just Percy and Ron) and even once, when they were much younger, had a bit of accidental magic that turned their younger brother's stuffed bear into a big spider. That had certainly gotten them yelled at... although, really, how could they control their accidental magic much anyways?

It didn't matter. By the time Fred and George got their wands (as late as possible, for fear of what could happen otherwise) and were shipped off to Hogwarts their path was already set. Rules were made to be broken, weren't they? And Fred was determined to have fun. After befriending Peeves and finding a secret passage or two on their own in their first year, they eventually landed themselves a detention in Filch's office where they snatched what they learned to be the Marauder's map which they kept for the next five years of schooling.

It wasn't until their third year that there were any apparent differences between the two of them--when they wanted to take different optional classes, paired with the facts that to their own chagrin they were better at different subjects... Fred had started to get the feeling back then that they wouldn't always be together so he'd have to enjoy it as much as he could while it lasted. He was absolutely determined to love every minute of Hogwarts and keep it with him forever.

Coming into his seventh year has caused a lot of mixed feelings for Fred. He has heard the whispers of another war coming... everyone has, haven't they? It may seem like his heads are in the clouds but it really isn't. He wants to prepare and make sure that George and he will make it out alright (even if George was more of the fighter of the two of them). The anxiety that he didn't show heightened even more after the second year was petrified... this was serious. What would happen now? Would the school be closed? Would any of his friends be hurt?

Over the many years, through thick and thin and detentions and howlers--he's really come to love life at Hogwarts. He really loves all of their Gryffindor year-mates (yeah, even Piper) and knows he'll miss them all terribly after graduation. Fred looks at life outside of Hogwarts with a bit of trepidation but he knows that at least if George is there... it'll be all right.
FAMILY:
Mother that likes to yell, but is still loved: Molly Weasley
Quirky father that lets them off easy: Arthur Weasley
Super awesome amazing twin brother: George
Less important and more annoying brothers: Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ron
Cool brother that plays with dragons: Charlie
Sister that won't marry until she's forty: Ginny
Extended Family: too many to count


"Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..."



ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Deft feet traversed the nearly deserted corridors, slowly, as he walked next to a wall. The fingers of his right hand dragged behind him across the stone barrier and he tilted his head lightly in the opposite direction, ears perked to hear the slight sounds of movement from just around the bend. ...He couldn’t quite tell who it was from just sound but he seriously doubted anyone besides a Gryffindor would be making the grunts that echoed around the walls and towards him. Curious...

Fabien paused once he had reached the end of the hallway, resting his head against the cold stone, eyes finding the (indeed) Gryffindor around the bend who was intently studying the writings in blood as well as the statue next to it. ...Chicken blood, that was, not that anyone really knew--blood from the chickens hehad slaughtered to appease the basilisk. The first non-insectoid living things that he had ever intentionally killed, at that. And there, before him, stood good old Edward Brody. Blood traitor, brushing his fingers over the blood that signified so much more than anyone could possibly know.

There was no going back for the heir to the Lestrange name. ...Not now. Not after the mudblood chit had gotten petrified. He had seen her, too, lying there at the bottom, the blood dripping down and pooling under her. He had glanced down at his own hands, his blood running cold--this was what he was. Not a murderer yet, but soon... it was only a matter of time. Was this who he was born to be? Was he born to follow in his parents... whoever his father was, in this case it didn’t matter--was he born to break the laws... to kill? And who was he, especially, of anyone to resist the call of fate?

“Enemies of the heir, beware.”

For the first time he spoke the words aloud, easily audible enough for Edward to hear. Fabien’s eyes were not, however, pointed at the Gryffindor’s face so he did not know if he had glanced in his direction, his gaze still absentmindedly studying the dried blood, his hands remembering what it had felt like to be drenched in it. “Tell me, Edward,” lazily as if it took great effort his feet began moving again, the pads of is fingers dragging behind and around the corner. Now he was looking towards the other seventh year’s eyes. “Are you an enemy of the heir?”

A rhetorical question, perhaps, for him to ask... utterly ridiculous. But who knew that, save perhaps his mother? She must know. He certainly hadn’t, or hadn’t admitted it to himself until he had followed the clues, until he’d gone to the bathroom, the one where the last death in Hogwarts had taken place. A death that had taken place under a time of warning, nearly fifty years ago as the school had been being threatened to be closed down. There wasn’t much information to be had, but if you knew where to look and how to find it... it was ripe for the taking. A brave Slytherin had confronted Hagrid, who had been expelled, and the creature dealt with... except that was unlikely. Acromantulas don’t petrify people. He intoned dully in his mind as if reprimanding the then-Headmaster. And they certainly don’t kill with no external wounds.

All of this, though, was neither here nor there. Here... here, before him, was a pureblood what fraternized with mudbloods. For all Fabien knew, perhaps in the future, he could possibly even marry one and dilute their frail magical heritage even further. Scum like this was part of the reason he had spent so much time trying to find the chamber--scum like this was the reason mudbloods weren’t cut out of the wizarding world completely. Or killed. ...Perhaps one day he would be a brave enough Slytherin to do the deed himself. The muscles on one half of his face contorted, lips upturning into a smirk, head rolling slightly to rest above his opposite shoulder.


"Reading between the lines, I’d say she thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate."



NAME: Lost
AGE: 19
GENDER: Male
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: Seven+
LOCATION: Michigan (EST)
HOW DID YOU FIND US: Already here

[LILY JANE POTTER]

Accepted !

[/color][/font]

congratulations! you've been accepted at
revolution claim your face claim! go
fill in the sign-ups and post a plot page,
get roleplaying!
and have some fun!
- ADMINS -
[/color][/font][/center]