Post by victoire ariel weasley on Feb 25, 2013 17:01:29 GMT -5
VICTOIREARIELWEASLEY
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NAME: Victoire Ariel Weasley
AGE: twenty two
HOUSE: Gryffindor
BLOOD STATUS: pureblood
WAND: eleven inches, cherry wood, phoenix feather------------------------------------------------------------------
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PLAY-BY: Rachel McAdams
GENERAL APPEARANCE: Victoire is a very pretty lady. She's half veela, which helps define her beauty. She has strawberry blonde hair or blonde hair (she likes to play with dye) that ends in curls. It is always done and if she is lazy it is up in a pony tail. Her skin is fair and her lips rosy. Her eyes are blue and is usually surrounded by a touch of make up. She stands at five five. Not exactly tall considering she's a Weasley. But she likes her height as well as her body. She is lean and has little curves. She never worried much about her body. She always ate right and was involved with quidditch during her years at Hogwarts. Her mother taught her to be comfortable in her own skin, mainly since men have a tendency to go after veelas and women tend to diss them. She dress well. Suits and robes of all sorts. She isn't seen in much jeans or tees. She likes the formal stuff, even if she was big in sports.------------------------------------------------------------------
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LIKES: Victoire is a fan of many things. A few of them are: dancing (took ballet throughout her life), reading (she is bit of a book worm), quidditch (got it from her dad), music (plays piano), socializing (she loves meeting people), Shell Cottage (her dear home), swimming (she lived next to water, bond to happen), dueling (she loves a good fight), History of Magic (mainly the war stuff), and cooking (and eating it too).
DISLIKES: Victoire tries not to dislike much, but there are a few things that have made it on her list: authority (she always had to challenge some teacher), beets (her mother loves them), homework (which she now gives out), blood purists (she was known as a blood traitor, go figure), midterms (gets messy), cats (she's a dog person), divinition (she doesn't believe in it), blind dates (mother's idea usually), her temper (she can get seriously mad), and riddles (gets her flustered).
GOALS: To create successful students who can fend for themselves in the Dark Arts. Create a family. Live happily.
FEARS: A combination of darkness and silence. Death. unhappiness.
PERSONALITY: personality about 2 paragraphs------------------------------------------------------------------
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CLOSE FAMILY: William Weasley, works for Gringots
Fluer Delacour Weasley, use to work with Bill, now is stay at home.
Dominique Weasley, little sister
Louis Weasley, little brother
HISTORY: about 3 paragraphs------------------------------------------------------------------
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ALIAS: Star
AGE: Nineteen
TIMEZONE: Pacific
EXPERIENCE: Too much
OTHER CHARRIES:N/A
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Elle laid in bed completely knocked out. Her arm dangled off the edge of her bed while her other arm hid under her pillow that held her head. She looked to be tangled with in her sheets and a book sat next to her waist. She had spent the night reading a collection of Emily Dickinson’s work. There was no homework being so early in the year and she had no social life at this moment. A night in was the perfect way for her to spend her time. So she pulled out one of her favorites and rolled into bed, without changing into her pajamas. She wasn’t planning on falling asleep, but it just sort of happened. Someone was talking in the background when Ellie rose from her bed. She pushed herself up to look around before letting herself go and flop back onto the bed. She moved the hair out of her face and rubbed her nose. Ellie, like Chris, was not a morning person. She was cranky and enjoyed being in her luscious bed. But unlike that male Gryffindor, Elle found school important. It was the reason she finally got out of bed and headed to the showers.
When Elle opened the door to exit the showers, steam rose and followed her out, but her hair was completely dried. Her makeup was cleaned off and was attempting to pull a hoodie on over her uniform. Elle never liked robes or the fact that she had to wear a uniform, especially a skirt. She was so use to being in muggle clothing through the summer, she loved them. Which would explain why the girl pulled one over her button up shirt. The brunette ran a hand over her face and looked around her dorm room. It was completely empty. Everyone was probably down in the Hall. Her stomach gave a rumble. That was definitely a place where she would love to be at the moment. Ellie searched for her book bag and shouldered it as she left the room. She was excited about going to classes, but she was still asleep and the morning was still young. It wasn’t as excited as Ellie would like it to be. She made her way down the stairs until she found herself finally on the ground floor and walking under the threshold for the Great Hall. Students were loud or eating. Either way, Ellie was about to join them.
She took a seat and filled her plate with food. Elle ate more than it should be physically possible for her. She would shovel everything in and honestly, no one knew where it went. It was probably all the activity she did with quidditch and running around trying to get everything done. The brunette dug into the eggs and chewed, a smile finally dancing on her lips. Food was a good way to make her loads happy. She took another spoonful when someone ended up in front of her. They took a seat. She wasn’t really paying attention until his head ended up being on the plate instead of food. She bit into some toast and tilted her head a bit. It was none other than Chris Wood. Ellie honestly hadn’t seen him in awhile, but that was usual. She only made contact with him at practice. “I take it you and the morning are horrid enemies?” She bit into the toast again before deciding it needed some butter.
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