Post by lucy on Dec 20, 2009 4:02:20 GMT
LUCYWISDOMWEASLEY
hello? it's me, kieran here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm sixteen and i've been around this roleplay world for about five years. i stumbled about here thanks to some determined ad surfing.
SHE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] August 22nd
full name Lucy Wisdom Weasley
nicknames Luce, Lu, Wiz
age Fifteen
date of birth
year and house of preference Fifth, Slytherin
bloodline[/color] Halfblood
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] 5'10"
height
weight[/color] 130 lbs.
hair colour[/color] Red
eye colour[/color] Blue
skin tone[/color] Light skin, with intermittent spatterings of freckles.
play-by[/color] Catherine Donworth
Lucy is tall and skinny, with not too many curves to break up the straight lines of her body. She's perfectly happy with her waifish appearance, seeing as it allows her freer movement. Despite her thin frame, the girl is athletic and has cultivated enough muscle from her beater training to deal out some powerful punches if she felt like it. She's got a spattering of light freckles, and a handful of scars to match. Sitting quietly inside was never her strong suit as a child, so she's got quite a few from her various adventures. One is on her upper left arm from falling out of a tree, and another is on her knee from ramming into the side of the house while on broomstick. The list does goes on, but it gets repetitive after some telling.
Her hair's Weasley red, though her mother insists that it's actually more of a strawberry color. She chopped it all off to mess with her parents heads awhile ago. It's grown out a bit since then, and is starting to look a tad shaggy. As far as styling goes, she does nothing more than run a brush through her bedhead, if even that. Her eyes are a soft blue, and framed by light eyelashes that most girls would slather in a darkener of some kind. Lucy, however, doesn't see why she should do anything of the sort. Her vision is good, and for that she is infinitely grateful. She shudders to think of herself with glasses.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] Percy Weasley
father
mother[/color] Audrey Weasley
siblings[/color] Molly Weasley
spouses[/color] n/a
offspring[/color] n/a
other relations[/color] The whole Weasley-Potter Clan
When Lucy was born her parents were expecting something a little different, something more like their first daughter. What they got was a child who refused to stay in one place for more than a few minutes and was constantly seeking out trouble. They figured it would be alright, after all, children change. So they went about their merry way, trying to instill the virtues they found important into Lucy; a healthy respect for the rules, a love of learning, and a liking for the Ministry. Needless to say, it didn't really work. The main thing it did was plant the seed for her lifelong goal of pissing off, scandalizing, or embarassing her tight-laced parents.
Most of the girl's childhood was spent breaking her parent's rules whenever possible and drawing on any surface available. Some walls of the house are still adorned by her scribblings. Her relationship with her sister changed from day to day, some days she would resent Molly, while at other times she idolized her. It was very clear though, that when Molly went to Hogwarts Lucy was jealous. To her young mind Hogwarts seemed like the biggest adventure, and she could hardly wait to set foot on the grounds.
Her first year of Hogwarts was a disappointment. She had naively glossed over the idea of it being a school in her imaginings, and wasn't amused by the work load in the least. So, instead of focusing on her school work, Lucy's focus became to have as much fun as she possibly could during her seven years of schooling. Her grades are average, and she couldn't be happier. The only silver lining to her schooling is her house: Lucy had refused to relinquish her death grip on the Sorting Hat until it had sorted her into Slytherin, and with much persuasion and convincing her wish was granted. The Hat did have to admit that she had a penchant for naughty mischief, and even though she chose not to use her brain, she did have one hardwired for academic success and the dark cleverness so valued in the Serpentine house. The resulting reaction from her parents was well worth the trouble.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
[/color] Why yes it is. ^_^
is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR[/color]
roleplay sample
Lazing about in the Ravenclaw common on the weekend generally wasn't a barrel of laughs. Far from it, most of her house mates had taken it upon themselves to finish their homework early instead of procrastinating until late Sunday night. Several even informed her they did it this way so they would have a whole day for revision. Not only was this a boring practice, but it wasn't one Lucy participated in. Instead, she was sitting on a window sill, not perturbed by the large fall that would befall her if the glass were to break. Her forehead was pressed against the glass, and her breath fogged up a small circle on the window pane.
Eyes half closed, the teenager traced a sad face in the fog. She straightened up, her forehead separating from the glass with a squelching noise. 'Merlin's beard, this is dull.' Her eyes traveled over the room, taking in all the studious face and twitching quills. The sound of quill on parchment filled her ears. She had to get out of there. Feeling a burst of energy, Lucy stood and fled the room, escaping to the corridor outside.
She breathed a sigh of relief, already feeling better now that she was away from the other Ravenclaws. Now, the only question was, where to go? Feeling like she could go for a bit of sugar, just to jump-start her brain after all that, shudder, boredom. With that thought, Lucy headed in the direction of the school kitchens.
Once there, the house elves were happy to give her a sugar fix. Offering her a multitude of options, she was unsure of which to choose, but eventually set on two puff pastries. One strawberry, the other apple. Despite her protestations that, really, that was all she wanted they continued to offer up more and more desserts. Growing tired of repeating herself, (“No thanks, this is fine. Honestly, I don't need a three-layered cake, even if it is chocolate.”) the teenager edged over to the exit, and made another escape in less than an hour.
The portrait closing behind her, Lucy sank down to the ground, sitting down against the wall. She set the pastries in her lap, not minding the sugar that got on her robes. Licking her fingers, she wondered what she should do next, beside the obvious which was to eat. Maybe something would come to her after a bit of something sweet.
Eyes half closed, the teenager traced a sad face in the fog. She straightened up, her forehead separating from the glass with a squelching noise. 'Merlin's beard, this is dull.' Her eyes traveled over the room, taking in all the studious face and twitching quills. The sound of quill on parchment filled her ears. She had to get out of there. Feeling a burst of energy, Lucy stood and fled the room, escaping to the corridor outside.
She breathed a sigh of relief, already feeling better now that she was away from the other Ravenclaws. Now, the only question was, where to go? Feeling like she could go for a bit of sugar, just to jump-start her brain after all that, shudder, boredom. With that thought, Lucy headed in the direction of the school kitchens.
Once there, the house elves were happy to give her a sugar fix. Offering her a multitude of options, she was unsure of which to choose, but eventually set on two puff pastries. One strawberry, the other apple. Despite her protestations that, really, that was all she wanted they continued to offer up more and more desserts. Growing tired of repeating herself, (“No thanks, this is fine. Honestly, I don't need a three-layered cake, even if it is chocolate.”) the teenager edged over to the exit, and made another escape in less than an hour.
The portrait closing behind her, Lucy sank down to the ground, sitting down against the wall. She set the pastries in her lap, not minding the sugar that got on her robes. Licking her fingers, she wondered what she should do next, beside the obvious which was to eat. Maybe something would come to her after a bit of something sweet.
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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
new album; brand new eyes![/font]
