Post by jess1z1 on May 20, 2010 3:42:02 GMT
ROSE ARTEMISA WEASLEY
hello? it's me, jess here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm young and i've been around this roleplay world for about six on/off years. i stumbled about here thanks to hanother site with my friend(s) no one.
SHE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] June 3rd.
full name Rose Artemisa Weasley.
nicknames Rosie (yuk!)
age Sixteen.
date of birth
year and house of preference Sixth/Gryffindor.
bloodline[/color] Half.
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] 5'4"
height
weight[/color] 120lbs.
hair colour[/color] Auburn.
eye colour[/color] Blue.
skin tone[/color] Pale.
play-by[/color] Mena Suvari.
Rose's hair is auburn and quite untamable, a sort of mix of her Weasley genes and the Hermione out-of-controlness of it all. She rarely cuts it as she enjoys wearing it long for the versatility it allows. Rose likes to experiment with hairdos and styles. It frames her oval-shaped face and her thin features. Her lips are fine and a little long, like her eyebrows that match her hair. Her eyes are blue, like her father's and big. Very expressive. Her glare is deadly and it is actually hard for her to lie because it is very easy to read her emotions in there. She has a somewhat childish smile, mischevious and it always matches her eyes. Her body is petit. Being flatchested doesn't annoy Rose quite as much as having rather wide hips and her legs could be longer too if it were up to her. She's quite pale, despite all the time spent outdoors. She's proud of her booty.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] Ronald Bilius Weasley.
father
mother[/color] Hermione Jean Granger.
siblings[/color] Hugo Weasley.
spouses[/color] None.
offspring[/color] None.
other relations[/color] A zillion cousins.
For every redhead born out of the Weasley-Prewett klan, there's at least two more. Rose didn't have the privilege of being the first grandchild of Molly and Arthur, but she did of the Grangers and is still a first-born. Rose never knew loneliness or boredom. Her brother and her would visit the Burrow quite frequently with their zillion cousins and being surrounded by boys and girls of all ages is a good way to grow up. There's constant laughing (and tears too) and adventure and getting to discover things you might not on your own. While Quidditch is sort of a family tradition, it never interested Rose quite as the others. She would join a match or two while at the Burrow and she enjoyed the feeling of flying around on the air but never did she long to have a broomstick of her own or to try out for the team at school.
There's always a certain pressure for any Weasley offspring when the time for sorting comes. Despite being taught about equality and the negativity of prejudice, her parents and aunts and uncles didn't do a very good job at concealing their slight disapproval of Slytherin house members. Hermione, specially, attempted to do a good job of stressing the fact that your house doesn't determine who you become (more than once they used Severus Snape as reference) but Ron, it was obvious, had some bitter memories regarding Slytherins, which somewhat amused and intrigued Rose. She couldn't forget the first time she saw the Malfoys at King's Cross on her first day of school and her dad's half joke about not befriending him. The animosity and rivalry between houses, though, is still a legendary tradition and Rose quite enjoys antagonizing the lot. Most are so nasty it's only fun to pick on them.
She's grown to disagree with her mother on many matters while her relationship with her father grew stronger but she deeply does care what Hermione thinks and wishes to make her proud, somehow, without compromising who she is. She adores her family and gets along beautifully with her brother even if they have odd ways to show it (the constant bickering is just a family thing, it seems).
Rose has had a good time at Hogwarts, perhaps a little too good (a few detentions on the record) and is currently struggling to figure out what to do about her future. All she knows is she wants to do something that allows her to travel, be free, never remain still. She says she doesn't ever want to settle down, be anybody's woman and all that jazz.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
[/color] Yes.
is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR[/color] YOU'LL NEVER TURN THE VINEGAR TO JAM MEIN HERR!
roleplay sample
There had been a time when Anne would jump from expensive joint to expensive joint, private clubs, sometimes turn her own house into one, always surrounded by a filthy rich and very obscene crowd. Not long ago. Back when she'd had a husband, even if he wasn't always in the picture. And while she didn't exactly have that lively posse with her in New York, every now and then she liked to treat herself to one of those luxuries, even if all by herself. Anna had always been very independent, and her sociability never got in the way with that. The problem was when it took to the other extreme, when instead of independent she was unavailable. When she left her loved ones behind before they finally left her. It hadn't worked very well so far.
Anyway, an expensive dinner was one of those luxuries, especially since Anna wasn't particularly fond of cooking and most of her dinners were sloppy or microwaved. Or both (yeah, it happens).
There was this restaurant she liked, the kind you can only find in New York City, in which on the moment you step in, you instantly feel like activities such as buying shoes has a deeper meaning. Oh, so frivolous, agreed. But a neatly prepared pasta after many nights of instant soups was rather nice.
Anna was a light-weight when it came to food. She couldn't handle three courses but the night really called for a dessert, so she skipped the entrée and went straight for the main course. Plus, a bottle of white all to herself. The waiters were good enough company, always capable of sparking some sort of amicable conversation, and so was the music. There was live violin playing and the whole ambiance was very cosmopolitan. A bottle of wine led to an extra glass and then another and another and before she knew it, Anna was hiccuping and seeing things in a different light. The evening kept on progressing but she never felt rushed. This particular city never slept, did it?
She'd finished her meal and drank the sparkling liquid till the last drop. The violin player had bowed and left. Only about five other tables remained in use. Anna payed with the credit card, grabbed her purse and jacket, for which there was no need outside, and headed without further thought or concern towards the exit. Just as she was about to cross the door, a waiter caught up with her and handed her her AmEx. With wide eyes and a small giggle, plus a shy thank you, she took it, dropped it somewhere inside her purse and stepped out into the embracing New York summer.
The valet was bringing in her little silver car after a few short minutes. Stumbling, Anna rounded it and tipped the guy in the red vest with a fifty.
"Wouldn't you prefer us to call you a cab, ma'am?"
Two beats it took for her to catch up with the words.
"Oh, nonsense." She laughed. "Where're the keys? Oh." Anne slurred before noticing they were stuck to the engine. "Right."
She got in the car and made herself comfortable in the seat, her purse and jacket landing carelessly somewhere in the back, but just as she was about to pull the door shut, an older guy, this one wearing a bow tie, held it open and bent to look at her.
"Madam, I will have to insist that you do not drive you car tonight. I will be happy to pull a cab over for you to take you home."
Her reactions slow, Anna stared at him for about two seconds before rolling her eyes and looking out the left window. Then back at the man. He continued.
"Or perhaps there is someone we could call for you to come pick you up?"
Anne ran a hand through her hair slowly.
"You're... awfully kind." She ventured in what she considered her most elegant tone, yet without successfully concealing a trace of annoyance. "But [small laugh] I can manage." She looked him straight in the eye when he still didn't let go of the door. "Really." She added more firmly.
"Madame, you will risk being arrested beside putting your life-"
"I don't think it's really any of your business!" She raised her voice. Irately turning her eyes again, not really paying attention at the fact that the entire valet crew and a couple who was just leaving the restaurant, plus the costumers on the terrace of the restaurant across the street were watching the scene, Anna tried to pull the door once more. Still, the man wouldn't budge.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!"
At that moment, another figure appeared next to bow tie man, which Anne took a second to register. It wasn't until the newcomer bent that she realized it was somebody she knew.
Anyway, an expensive dinner was one of those luxuries, especially since Anna wasn't particularly fond of cooking and most of her dinners were sloppy or microwaved. Or both (yeah, it happens).
There was this restaurant she liked, the kind you can only find in New York City, in which on the moment you step in, you instantly feel like activities such as buying shoes has a deeper meaning. Oh, so frivolous, agreed. But a neatly prepared pasta after many nights of instant soups was rather nice.
Anna was a light-weight when it came to food. She couldn't handle three courses but the night really called for a dessert, so she skipped the entrée and went straight for the main course. Plus, a bottle of white all to herself. The waiters were good enough company, always capable of sparking some sort of amicable conversation, and so was the music. There was live violin playing and the whole ambiance was very cosmopolitan. A bottle of wine led to an extra glass and then another and another and before she knew it, Anna was hiccuping and seeing things in a different light. The evening kept on progressing but she never felt rushed. This particular city never slept, did it?
She'd finished her meal and drank the sparkling liquid till the last drop. The violin player had bowed and left. Only about five other tables remained in use. Anna payed with the credit card, grabbed her purse and jacket, for which there was no need outside, and headed without further thought or concern towards the exit. Just as she was about to cross the door, a waiter caught up with her and handed her her AmEx. With wide eyes and a small giggle, plus a shy thank you, she took it, dropped it somewhere inside her purse and stepped out into the embracing New York summer.
The valet was bringing in her little silver car after a few short minutes. Stumbling, Anna rounded it and tipped the guy in the red vest with a fifty.
"Wouldn't you prefer us to call you a cab, ma'am?"
Two beats it took for her to catch up with the words.
"Oh, nonsense." She laughed. "Where're the keys? Oh." Anne slurred before noticing they were stuck to the engine. "Right."
She got in the car and made herself comfortable in the seat, her purse and jacket landing carelessly somewhere in the back, but just as she was about to pull the door shut, an older guy, this one wearing a bow tie, held it open and bent to look at her.
"Madam, I will have to insist that you do not drive you car tonight. I will be happy to pull a cab over for you to take you home."
Her reactions slow, Anna stared at him for about two seconds before rolling her eyes and looking out the left window. Then back at the man. He continued.
"Or perhaps there is someone we could call for you to come pick you up?"
Anne ran a hand through her hair slowly.
"You're... awfully kind." She ventured in what she considered her most elegant tone, yet without successfully concealing a trace of annoyance. "But [small laugh] I can manage." She looked him straight in the eye when he still didn't let go of the door. "Really." She added more firmly.
"Madame, you will risk being arrested beside putting your life-"
"I don't think it's really any of your business!" She raised her voice. Irately turning her eyes again, not really paying attention at the fact that the entire valet crew and a couple who was just leaving the restaurant, plus the costumers on the terrace of the restaurant across the street were watching the scene, Anna tried to pull the door once more. Still, the man wouldn't budge.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!"
At that moment, another figure appeared next to bow tie man, which Anne took a second to register. It wasn't until the newcomer bent that she realized it was somebody she knew.
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turn it off in all my spite credit toNERDS CAN ROCK for this app :] her hard work went into it when she should have been studying! shoosh! xP lyrics to paramore's new album; brand new eyes![/font]
