Post by lucyboo on Oct 30, 2009 23:46:43 GMT
LUCY ARTEMISIA WEASLEY
FULL NAME; Lucy Artemisia Weasley
NICKNAMES; Lu, but she hates that.
GENDER; female
AGE; fifteen
BIRTHDAY; march 1st
YEAR; fifth
SEXUALITY; heterosexual
HOUSE; slytherin
JOB; n/a
BLOOD; halfblood
CANON OR ORIGINAL?; canon
PLAY-BY; hanna beth
HAIR; Straight and dark brown. It falls to her shoulder blades and sometimes it looks black depending on the light.
EYES; Dark grey, wide, slightly bulging.
HEIGHT; 5 ft. 5 in.
WEIGHT; 127 lbs.
TATTOES/PIERCINGS/BIRTHMARKS; lip piercing, triple ear piercing, naval piercing
LIKES;
DISLIKES;
STRENGTHS;
WEAKNESSES;
FEARS;
GOALS;
PERSONALITY;
HOMETOWN; London, England
MOTHER; Audrey Isabel Weasley, forty-three, muggleborn, ministry worker
FATHER; Percy Ignatius Weasley, forty-five, pureblood, assistant to the minister of magic
SIBLINGS; Molly Violet Weasley, sixteen, halfblood, gryffindor
OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY; All the Weasleys and Potters
HISTORY;Lucy Artemisia Weasley was born on March 1st, 2006. Her mother’s pregnancy with Lu had been hard on Audrey, and Lu even came a few weeks prematurely. The surprise prevented Audrey and Percy from getting to St. Mungo’s on time, so Lucy was born in Shell Cottage. Her parents were astonished when their baby girl was born with dark-brown hair, as opposed to blonde or red. If she had not had Percy’s eyes, things could have gotten quite complicated between the married couple. Fortunately, it was obvious that she was her father’s child in more than one way.
Lucy was cherished as a child, even though she caused significantly more mischief than her older sister Molly. Actually, from a young age, she was fond of snakes, picking up the ones she found in the garden and trying to convince her father to let her keep them as pets. Her parents really thought nothing of it. Who would? Lucy was simply a tomboy, and there was nothing wrong with that. She and Molly got along pretty well, as Lu looked up to her big sister and wanted to be just like her. When Molly first went to Hogwarts Lu was exceedingly jealous. She couldn’t wait to go herself.
Lucy loved hanging out with her dad as well, and though she didn’t like the way her mom treated her sometimes, she loved her, too. Then Lu went to Hogwarts, and everything changed. Lucy was Sorted into Slytherin, and her entire family (aunts and uncles included) was astonished. Lu was excited, but her enthusiasm was not met by her family. Molly was stunned worst of all, and she avoided her little sister for the first part of term because she was afraid to say something stupid. Lu misunderstood her sister and became resentful. She confronted Molly and an awful fight ensued. Needless to say, sharing a room as they always had became exceedingly difficult during breaks.
Lucy’s anger at her family started changes in her. Her intensity drew powerful friends to her, but she had to fight to be known as Lucy, rather than a blood-traitor Weasley. She convinced herself she was happy, living for herself rather than for her family, but she wasn’t. She spent all her years of Hogwarts with this mindset, and it slowly began getting to her. In the beginning of her sixth year, she developed schizophrenia. Basically, her inner discussions developed a life of her own, so voices began talking to her, rather than she simply thinking to herself. It frightened her immensely, but her reluctance to rely on anybody made her keep it to herself.
NAME/ALIAS; Sarah
AGE; 15
EXPERIENCE; Two and a half years
TIMEZONES; -5 (Eastern)
OTHER; I enjoy HP future RPs, and so I randomly went on Proboards support to find a new RP. I’m a member of a few others and I’m really into detailed characters and plots!
SAMPLE;Out of nowhere, Desirée suddenly had a free moment on her hands. She didn't have any homework to do, it was a weekend so there were no classes to attend, and the weather outside was slightly to mostly gloomy. With threatening dark clouds in the sky, the last thing the Hufflepuff girl wanted to do was go out and play Quidditch. She actually sort of dreaded next week's match against Ravenclaw, because it didn't seem like the weather would be clearing up any time soon. Now, Quidditch was the one time that Desi could care less what she looked like, but she still didn't like playing in the rain. It was so much harder to see, and the pelting rain and wind made her job as a Chaser that much harder. Still, she would play and just do the best she could, even though she would be dreading it nonetheless. Ravenclaw was her least favorite team to play for many reasons.
So after staring out the window in the second floor corridor, bemoaning the poor weather, she picked herself up and started heading back to her dorm. It was then that she caught a whiff of the lovely aroma that always floated around the Corner Café. Since she had no where better to be and nothing else really to do, she figured she would just go and get a coffee. She had a novel on her that she was working her way through. It was a fiction tale, and she appreciated the chance to delve into non-reality for a short time each day. While it didn't make real life better, it sure softened the blow sometimes. Desi had never been much for reading, maybe because it reminded her too much of school. However, when she got her hands on a particularly captivating piece, she found it hard to put down. Once, when she'd been working her way through a mystery, she'd been able to ignore Christienne for hours. Anyone who knew Desi's little sister would know what an extraordinary feat that was.
Desi reached the cafe and placed her mostly empty satchel at the feet of a wrought-metal chair that reminded her of those found at cafés all over France. She left her bag there, since there was evidently no one else around to take it, and went up to the counter. She ordered coffee, but the French way, made from a press instead of drip-brewed. It was slightly more bitter than coffee found in England, because the grounds remained in the bottom of the cup. Once her order was up, she added just a touch of sugar to sweeten the beverage. She sighed a bit as she stirred, waiting for it to cool enough to drink. She couldn't wait to long, of course; French press coffee was pretty much undrinkable after twenty minutes.
She flipped over a coin for the drink and went back to her seat, where crossed her legs, right over left, and bent over her book once more. She took an occasional sip of her coffee, finding it just right for her taste. Most of her friends couldn't stand the stuff, but it was, after all, an acquired taste. With one hand she pushed most of her hair over her left shoulder, the one facing the hallway. It fell loose today simply because Desi hadn't fet the motivation to do much with it; thankfully, it was behaving. She wore only a touch of makeup, just eyeliner and some mascara to make her blonde eyelashes show up. It felt nice not to be in her uniform or Quidditch gear for a change. She wore a lightweight skirt that fell at angles, complimenting her curves, but not in an overdone way. Her top was a solid polyester button-up, open a couple of buttons to show a silver necklace.
She was dressed for relaxation; she didn't like sweatpants except when working out. She just planned on spending the day quietly, enjoying her book and letting out pent-up stress that had built up over the week. Desi was so captivated by her book that she didn't notice someone had come up nearby. She jumped, nearly spilling the second half of her coffee, when that person coughed just slightly, as though to get her attention. She blinked, adjusting her vision from black and white to full color. She looked for the person who had interrupted her, and it wasn't long before her eyes landed on the one person with whom she would least like to talk to at that moment: Lucien Chevalier.
She took a deep breath before smiling noncommittally at him. "You sure know how to crash a party, Monsieur Chevalier," she said, motioning around at the otherwise empty café. Now that she had addressed him, it was all too easy to turn back to her book and ignore him. That was what she most wanted to do. But now that she was one-on-one with the boy that had irritated her most in a quaint café that, excepting them, was otherwise vacant, she wasn't sure she could. In an attempt to pretend there was nothing awkward about the chance encounter, she watched him with raised eyebrows while she raised her cup to her lips and took a sip of quickly-turning-too-bitter coffee.
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