Post by fred arthur weasley on Dec 3, 2010 20:51:01 GMT
FREDARTHURWEASLEY
hello? it's me, katie here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm sixteen and i've been around this roleplay world for about a year. i stumbled about here thanks to between now and forever with no one because i have no friends.
HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] twenty fourth of december.
full name fred arthur weasley.
nicknames freddie.
age seventeen.
date of birth
year and house of preference seventh year, gryffindor.
bloodline[/color] pureblood.
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] six foot.
height
weight[/color] one hundred and fifty pounds.
hair colour[/color] bright ginger.
eye colour[/color] light grey.
skin tone[/color] pale.
play-by[/color] rupert grint.
fred has the typical 'weasley' gene unlike his sister. he looks a lot like father, uncles and grandparents. bright red hair, light bluish grey eyes. however he does have quite a stocky build due to all the quidditch practice. man, fred weasley has some guns. he definately looks like his father over his mother. in fact, he's the total opposite of his mother and sister. the family is generally spilt down the middle. but he thinks thats what brings them closer. fred wears the good old weasley jumpers a lot due to his grandma making them every christmas and lets face it, their comfy and who doesn't want a big 'F' emblazened across their chest in gold and comfy wool in the colour of yellow. otherwise, fred sicks to generally fashionable clothes. but he's quite happy in a normal pair of jeans and t-shirt. as long as he's comfortable.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] george weasley.
father
mother[/color] angelina johnson.
siblings[/color] roxanne weasley.
spouses[/color] not applicable.
offspring[/color] not applicable.
other relations[/color] many other weasleys and the potters.
fred arthur weasley. named after the two most important men in his fathers life. his dad and twin. fred's grandfather and uncle. one of whom, he's never met due to the battle of hogwarts. fred was born into a large indirect family. cousins all over the place. pretty much everyone anyone could meet was either a weasley or a potter. they generally took over the wizarding world never mind hogwarts. all the weasley and potter children were generally at hogwarts at the same time. fred was one of the first few of 'the next generation' to hit hogwarts along with james potter and behind victoire and teddy. but when fred was only one year old his sister roxanne came along. however, they difference between the two was incredible. whereas fred looked like his father and fred (whom he was named after) his sister roxanne resembled their mother who was dark skinned. no one would have ever realised the two were brother and sister. as they grew, people would be suprised to know that they were related, never mind brother and sister.
at eleven, fred arrived at hogwarts for the first time. he was just like any first year, he was incredibly excited and like the rest of his family, he was sorted into gryffindor. but like his father and uncle, he didnt really think of himself as brave. just gutsy and a bit of a prankster. his time at hogwarts was spent with advertising weasley wizard wheeze products and inventing his own. then the time that was left, he spent at quidditch practise. classes? he wasn't too bothered. he was accepted into the quidditch team in his third year as the keeper. soon enough, his sister became the beater. she was generally better at leadership skills than him, so when she became captain later on, he was happy for her. fred didnt want the extra pressure so never once did he feel jealousy. his first girlfriend became part of his life in his fourth year. but he just couldn't deal with the clingyness of it all, so that didn't last too long. he's now vowed never to have anyone who he cant have a laugh with.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
[/color] aye!
is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR[/color]
roleplay sample
mollie had had one of those days. and everyone one knows what those days are. well, everyone but mollie. which is a slightly odd mix. just on thinking back, she'd walked into three glass doors, dropped a glass of water and fallen twice all in one day. the only this was, she didnt even think on it twice. anyone normal would be cursing under their breath until they went to bed and stubbed their top on the bedpost. but no. not mollie. she was constantly a glass half full to herself and those around her. she found the fact she'd managed to be so clumsy in one day highly amusing. the good thing about it was that it usually kept people she's working with in good moods watching her make a full on twat out of herself. maybe because everyone either in her rehearsal or shoot wanted to see someone famous look about as smooth as a speed retarder.
so now, here stood the rising star, in the middle of laguna beach, heels in her hand (due to the fact she was struggling to walk in them). so at eight o clock, she walked, shoes off, humming to herself and trying to remember how an unidentified bruise came to be on her shoulder. mollie was only to used to UCIs. UCIs being unidentified clumsy injuries. yes, she had to use the words so much she'd decided to give them a nickname. people who knew her, got used to her stupid nicknames for things. seriously, mollie possibly had nicknames for everything. even things that already had nicknames. she had other nicknames for nicknames and they weren't always necessarily shorter. oh no. a certain book which she had when she was little was about a catterpillar and it was called the hungry catterpillar but mollie used too and still called it her "ra ra rum book". who knows why.
she walked down the slabbed path. anyone following would probably think she was drunk because she really was having trouble walking in a straight line today. but if the person behind knew her, they'd know she never walked in a straight line anyway. she recalled that yesterday when she was shopping with chelsea she kept telling her off for walking into her or on her feet or just generally getting in the way. no matter how much mollie tried, she just really has trouble. you wouldnt think it though when you see her on stage. god, mollie could dance.
lost in thought she veered off the path and fell down a step she hadnt noticed. "ouchy!" she whispered having stubbed her toe. "ouchouchouch shit! im dying." dont question it. everyone says that when they stub their toe. she hopped off in a random direction and noticed a person sat, legs crossed in front of her. she knew that shape. she grinned from ear to ear before shrieking "LANNYYYYYYYYYYYY!" and sprinting towards him; completely forgetting her stubbed toe. reaching him, she dived.
so now, here stood the rising star, in the middle of laguna beach, heels in her hand (due to the fact she was struggling to walk in them). so at eight o clock, she walked, shoes off, humming to herself and trying to remember how an unidentified bruise came to be on her shoulder. mollie was only to used to UCIs. UCIs being unidentified clumsy injuries. yes, she had to use the words so much she'd decided to give them a nickname. people who knew her, got used to her stupid nicknames for things. seriously, mollie possibly had nicknames for everything. even things that already had nicknames. she had other nicknames for nicknames and they weren't always necessarily shorter. oh no. a certain book which she had when she was little was about a catterpillar and it was called the hungry catterpillar but mollie used too and still called it her "ra ra rum book". who knows why.
she walked down the slabbed path. anyone following would probably think she was drunk because she really was having trouble walking in a straight line today. but if the person behind knew her, they'd know she never walked in a straight line anyway. she recalled that yesterday when she was shopping with chelsea she kept telling her off for walking into her or on her feet or just generally getting in the way. no matter how much mollie tried, she just really has trouble. you wouldnt think it though when you see her on stage. god, mollie could dance.
lost in thought she veered off the path and fell down a step she hadnt noticed. "ouchy!" she whispered having stubbed her toe. "ouchouchouch shit! im dying." dont question it. everyone says that when they stub their toe. she hopped off in a random direction and noticed a person sat, legs crossed in front of her. she knew that shape. she grinned from ear to ear before shrieking "LANNYYYYYYYYYYYY!" and sprinting towards him; completely forgetting her stubbed toe. reaching him, she dived.
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turn it off in all my spite
credit to NERDS CAN ROCK for this app :] her
hard work went into it when she should have
been studying! shoosh! xP lyrics to paramore's
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