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Out of Character.
Name/Alias: Tara
Email: taraannmarie@live.com
AIM: diamond x t ara
Experience: a few years at a little place cold Hogwart_Life were i played Riley O'Dannihugh ( _irish_blood9 ), Alessandra Gonzales ( amazing__allie ), Lisa Turpin(__little_lisa ), and a few others I've failed to remember. At hl_revival , I played Alessandra Gonzales (alliee_g ), (Riley O'Dannihugh)riley_s_od , and Megan Madley (oh_so_madley ). I also played Riley O'Dannihugh and Allie Gonzales in h_l_veterans as well as Jamie Belenger (jamieebee ) and Devon Harris (devon_harris ). In the_new_class I played Lucy Samuels (lucy_c_sam ) and Nick O'Dannihugh (nick_the_slick ). I... I think that's it. If I've forgotten anything, I apologize.
In Character.
Basics
Name: Ronald B. Weasley
Journal: ronaldb_weasley
Age: 15
Birth date: March 1st
Year: 5th
Proposed House: Gryffindor
Blood: Pure
PB: Rupert Grint
Biography
Personality: When I think of Ron, the quote "Accio brain" often comes to mind; he's absolutely tactless. Some of my personal favorite Ron Weasley moments can be attributed to his lack of the ability to think before he speaks. All his life, Ron has been surrounded by successful people, and it's left him a bit jaded (“I’m the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left - Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy’s a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they’re really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it’s no big deal, because they did it first.”), not to mention hotheaded and a little lazy. Still, there are lots of great things about Ron like his loyalty or his bravery.
History: Ron is the second youngest child in the Weasley family, and the last born boy, which leaves him plenty of hand-me-downs. His first year at Hogwarts, he boarded the the train with an old wand, old robes, and old books, but left with brand new friends; Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Each year has brought him a new adventure; racing to protect the Sorcerer's Stone his first year, helping Harry save his little sister from the depths of the Camber of Secrets his second year, facing Sirius Black in his third year, and a whole mess of angst and self discovery in his 4th. I plan on playing Ron very cannonly, so his history is basically the same as the books up until this point.
Examples
Third Person RP:
The Great Hall was absolutely empty.
The long house tables had all been pushed aside, the walls stripped of their usual yellow, red, green, and blue decorations. Even the enchanted ceiling was pitch black. Only the floating candles remained, their light casting eerie shadows on the bare walls. Ron thought if he held his breath, he might be able to hear the wicks burn. He took a cautious step, almost afraid to break the silence, and flinched as the sound of his footfall echoed around him.
"Hello," he called, apprehensively glancing around the empty room, "Is.. anybody here? It's supper time, and I'm hungry."
"It's always about food with you, isn't it, Ron?"
As soon as the voice hit his ears, Ron knew who'd joined him in the Great Hall; he would've known her anywhere. Ron spun around.
Hermione Granger was wearing a beautiful silk dress that was the same shade of lilac as the robes she'd worn to the Yule Ball. Her light brown tresses fell down in silky waves, framing her heart-shaped face. He met her eyes, expecting to find warmth in her rich, chocolate-colored irises-- but something was... off.
"Hermione," Ron breathed, lips parted in admiration, "What-- what are you doing here?"
"Supper, of course," she smirked, stepping aside to reveal a long, wooden table Ron was nearly positive hadn't been there before. It's entire polished surface was covered with large, silver platters, each piled high with the most delicious food Ron had ever seen; golden roast turkeys, plump lamb chops, creamy mashed potatoes with thick, rich gravy, steaming hot crumpets, roast beef, chocolate eclairs, treacle tarts! Ron's mouth was watering as he approached the feast. He reached out to pluck a crumpet from the pile, but before he could bring it to his lips a thought popped into his head.
"Who are all these other chairs for, Hermione?"
In response, Hermione glanced toward the back of the hall, where Ron could just make out nearly a dozen figures coming out of the darkness. Once they came into focus, he recognized each and every one. The Weasley brothers were wearing the finest dress robes he'd ever seen them in, Harry had somehow managed to make his hair lie flat, Draco Malfoy's milky skin looked luminescent under the dim lights, and Krum--
Victor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker, looked fine in his uniform.
"My suitors," Hermione smiled at them as they approached-- Ron felt his stomach lurch.
"S-- suitors?" he stammered, watching as the eight wizards sat at the table. He tried to catch Harry's eye, but Harry could only gaze lovingly at Hermione-- no one could look anywhere else.
Hermione's laugh, high and cruel, echoed in the Great Hall, "Of course, Ron. Did you think I'd wait around for you forever?" she slinked away from him, heals clicking on the stone floor as she made her way over to a chair; Bill's, "Look at him," she pulled the tie from Bill's ponytail, letting his fiery locks fall down around his shoulders as she ran her fingers through them, "Dangerous, a curse breaker! You can't even do a proper shielding charm! And Charlie," the name sounded more like a caress as she trailed her fingers along his shoulder blades, "So smart, so strong... a prefect, a quidditch captain, a dragon keeper! Ron, you've never been a dragon keeper..."
Ron could only gape at her-- face twisted with horror --as she walked around the table, touching each man as she passed with a sickening smile painted on her lips.
"Fred and George, so charming and funny.. and Percy! Head Boy, so intellectual... Oh, and Harry Potter," she giggled, lips next to Harry's ear, "faced You-Know-Who when he was just a baby, survived the Killing Curse. Have you ever survived the Killing Curse, Ron?"
"Killing curse?" Ron croaked helplessly, voice cracking, "But-- I would've died!"
"I didn't die, Ron," Harry blinked, mouth set in a serious line, "I was even a better baby then you."
"Draco, oh, and Draco!" Hermione had draped her arms around his neck, fingers resting on the front of his dress robes, "Sure, he thinks I'm a mudblood--"
"It's true, I do think she's a mudblood--"
"-- but he's so rich, I don't even care!"
Ron felt like he was going to be sick, his eyes glued to Hermione as she approached the only person left at the table. Victor Krum stood, arms open for Hermione to slither in to.
"Victor," she whispered, "So brave, so talented, so famous," her fingers ran up his chest, his sliding along the curve of her back. She smiled as he dropped his head down nuzzle the curve of her neck, "I think him best."
"Hermione--" the words caught in Ron's throat, cutting off with a terrible gurgling noise like someone had hexed him.
"Ron, you'll never be as good as Victor-- never as strong as him, never as good looking as him, never as famous, never as rich, never as Bulgarian!" she turned to Krum, eyes filled with longing, "Kiss me."
Then, they were kissing.
"NO," Ron bellowed, running at the table. He dove at the pair, "NOOOOOOOOO!"
"Ron? Ron? RON!"
Ron's eyes snapped open. He was still in the Great Hall, but it had been set back to it's normal appearance. The long house tables were filled with students, all chattering away over dinner. Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor banners hung along the walls, and the enchanted ceiling was speckled with bright, twinkling stars.
"Ron," Hermione was sitting next to him, dabbing her robes with a cloth napkin. With a heavy sigh, she pursed her lips, "You'd fallen asleep at the table and managed to knock over the flagon of pumpkin juice. Good show."
He cut his eyes at her, then felt his sleeve-- soaked --and grimaced, "I'm just tired, s'all. Been studying quite a bit..."
"Well, maybe if you had just taken your own notes instead of--"
"Oh, shut it, Hermione!" Ron jumped up, jaw stubbornly set, "Maybe if you weren't snogging Krum all the time you could've done my notes for me!"
"Wh- what?" Hermione's checks were nearly as red as Ron's hair, "Ron!-"
But he hadn't heard her. Ronald Weasley had already stocked off, angrily muttering about "Bulgarians" all the way out of the Great Hall.
Name/Alias: Tara
Email: taraannmarie@live.com
AIM: diamond x t ara
Experience: a few years at a little place cold Hogwart_Life were i played Riley O'Dannihugh ( _irish_blood9 ), Alessandra Gonzales ( amazing__allie ), Lisa Turpin(__little_lisa ), and a few others I've failed to remember. At hl_revival , I played Alessandra Gonzales (alliee_g ), (Riley O'Dannihugh)riley_s_od , and Megan Madley (oh_so_madley ). I also played Riley O'Dannihugh and Allie Gonzales in h_l_veterans as well as Jamie Belenger (jamieebee ) and Devon Harris (devon_harris ). In the_new_class I played Lucy Samuels (lucy_c_sam ) and Nick O'Dannihugh (nick_the_slick ). I... I think that's it. If I've forgotten anything, I apologize.
In Character.
Basics
Name: Ronald B. Weasley
Journal: ronaldb_weasley
Age: 15
Birth date: March 1st
Year: 5th
Proposed House: Gryffindor
Blood: Pure
PB: Rupert Grint
Biography
Personality: When I think of Ron, the quote "Accio brain" often comes to mind; he's absolutely tactless. Some of my personal favorite Ron Weasley moments can be attributed to his lack of the ability to think before he speaks. All his life, Ron has been surrounded by successful people, and it's left him a bit jaded (“I’m the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left - Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy’s a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they’re really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it’s no big deal, because they did it first.”), not to mention hotheaded and a little lazy. Still, there are lots of great things about Ron like his loyalty or his bravery.
History: Ron is the second youngest child in the Weasley family, and the last born boy, which leaves him plenty of hand-me-downs. His first year at Hogwarts, he boarded the the train with an old wand, old robes, and old books, but left with brand new friends; Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Each year has brought him a new adventure; racing to protect the Sorcerer's Stone his first year, helping Harry save his little sister from the depths of the Camber of Secrets his second year, facing Sirius Black in his third year, and a whole mess of angst and self discovery in his 4th. I plan on playing Ron very cannonly, so his history is basically the same as the books up until this point.
Examples
Third Person RP:
The Great Hall was absolutely empty.
The long house tables had all been pushed aside, the walls stripped of their usual yellow, red, green, and blue decorations. Even the enchanted ceiling was pitch black. Only the floating candles remained, their light casting eerie shadows on the bare walls. Ron thought if he held his breath, he might be able to hear the wicks burn. He took a cautious step, almost afraid to break the silence, and flinched as the sound of his footfall echoed around him.
"Hello," he called, apprehensively glancing around the empty room, "Is.. anybody here? It's supper time, and I'm hungry."
"It's always about food with you, isn't it, Ron?"
As soon as the voice hit his ears, Ron knew who'd joined him in the Great Hall; he would've known her anywhere. Ron spun around.
Hermione Granger was wearing a beautiful silk dress that was the same shade of lilac as the robes she'd worn to the Yule Ball. Her light brown tresses fell down in silky waves, framing her heart-shaped face. He met her eyes, expecting to find warmth in her rich, chocolate-colored irises-- but something was... off.
"Hermione," Ron breathed, lips parted in admiration, "What-- what are you doing here?"
"Supper, of course," she smirked, stepping aside to reveal a long, wooden table Ron was nearly positive hadn't been there before. It's entire polished surface was covered with large, silver platters, each piled high with the most delicious food Ron had ever seen; golden roast turkeys, plump lamb chops, creamy mashed potatoes with thick, rich gravy, steaming hot crumpets, roast beef, chocolate eclairs, treacle tarts! Ron's mouth was watering as he approached the feast. He reached out to pluck a crumpet from the pile, but before he could bring it to his lips a thought popped into his head.
"Who are all these other chairs for, Hermione?"
In response, Hermione glanced toward the back of the hall, where Ron could just make out nearly a dozen figures coming out of the darkness. Once they came into focus, he recognized each and every one. The Weasley brothers were wearing the finest dress robes he'd ever seen them in, Harry had somehow managed to make his hair lie flat, Draco Malfoy's milky skin looked luminescent under the dim lights, and Krum--
Victor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker, looked fine in his uniform.
"My suitors," Hermione smiled at them as they approached-- Ron felt his stomach lurch.
"S-- suitors?" he stammered, watching as the eight wizards sat at the table. He tried to catch Harry's eye, but Harry could only gaze lovingly at Hermione-- no one could look anywhere else.
Hermione's laugh, high and cruel, echoed in the Great Hall, "Of course, Ron. Did you think I'd wait around for you forever?" she slinked away from him, heals clicking on the stone floor as she made her way over to a chair; Bill's, "Look at him," she pulled the tie from Bill's ponytail, letting his fiery locks fall down around his shoulders as she ran her fingers through them, "Dangerous, a curse breaker! You can't even do a proper shielding charm! And Charlie," the name sounded more like a caress as she trailed her fingers along his shoulder blades, "So smart, so strong... a prefect, a quidditch captain, a dragon keeper! Ron, you've never been a dragon keeper..."
Ron could only gape at her-- face twisted with horror --as she walked around the table, touching each man as she passed with a sickening smile painted on her lips.
"Fred and George, so charming and funny.. and Percy! Head Boy, so intellectual... Oh, and Harry Potter," she giggled, lips next to Harry's ear, "faced You-Know-Who when he was just a baby, survived the Killing Curse. Have you ever survived the Killing Curse, Ron?"
"Killing curse?" Ron croaked helplessly, voice cracking, "But-- I would've died!"
"I didn't die, Ron," Harry blinked, mouth set in a serious line, "I was even a better baby then you."
"Draco, oh, and Draco!" Hermione had draped her arms around his neck, fingers resting on the front of his dress robes, "Sure, he thinks I'm a mudblood--"
"It's true, I do think she's a mudblood--"
"-- but he's so rich, I don't even care!"
Ron felt like he was going to be sick, his eyes glued to Hermione as she approached the only person left at the table. Victor Krum stood, arms open for Hermione to slither in to.
"Victor," she whispered, "So brave, so talented, so famous," her fingers ran up his chest, his sliding along the curve of her back. She smiled as he dropped his head down nuzzle the curve of her neck, "I think him best."
"Hermione--" the words caught in Ron's throat, cutting off with a terrible gurgling noise like someone had hexed him.
"Ron, you'll never be as good as Victor-- never as strong as him, never as good looking as him, never as famous, never as rich, never as Bulgarian!" she turned to Krum, eyes filled with longing, "Kiss me."
Then, they were kissing.
"NO," Ron bellowed, running at the table. He dove at the pair, "NOOOOOOOOO!"
"Ron? Ron? RON!"
Ron's eyes snapped open. He was still in the Great Hall, but it had been set back to it's normal appearance. The long house tables were filled with students, all chattering away over dinner. Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor banners hung along the walls, and the enchanted ceiling was speckled with bright, twinkling stars.
"Ron," Hermione was sitting next to him, dabbing her robes with a cloth napkin. With a heavy sigh, she pursed her lips, "You'd fallen asleep at the table and managed to knock over the flagon of pumpkin juice. Good show."
He cut his eyes at her, then felt his sleeve-- soaked --and grimaced, "I'm just tired, s'all. Been studying quite a bit..."
"Well, maybe if you had just taken your own notes instead of--"
"Oh, shut it, Hermione!" Ron jumped up, jaw stubbornly set, "Maybe if you weren't snogging Krum all the time you could've done my notes for me!"
"Wh- what?" Hermione's checks were nearly as red as Ron's hair, "Ron!-"
But he hadn't heard her. Ronald Weasley had already stocked off, angrily muttering about "Bulgarians" all the way out of the Great Hall.