Title: WEASLEY, hugo
hugo weasley - September 6, 2007 04:09 PM (GMT)
INTRODUCING...
[ hugo weasley ]
[ hugo weasley ]
[who's pulling all the strings?
name: deeums
age: twenty.
contact: pm-ing is the new owl.
experience: seven years worth.
how'd you find us? rpg-directory.
[ w h o are you?
full name: hugo percival weasley.
explain the names:
"Hugo" -- This was all Ron's fault, thanks to his reading of way too any muggle baby name books. He had been bored one afternoon and had decided to have a look for a name for his quickly-arriving baby son. He had spent hours scanning through all the books Hermione had borrowed from Ginny, and after nearly falling asleep a couple of times, he finally found something. Hugo. It meant 'intelligent' in Spanish. Ron, being Ron, wanted to give his new son as much chance in life as possible which meant wanting him to inherit his mothers' smarts.
"Percival" -- Many of the Weasley family were shocked when they found out that Ron and Hermione had used Percy's name for the middle. It hadn't been quiet that the brothers had gotten on in the past, and their relationship had grown steadily worst in Ron's fifth year, and yet after what happened during the Battle of Hogwarts and actually listening to Percy's full hearted apology to his family, Ron gave him the honour as a 'welcome back to the family' gesture.
"Weasley" -- Last name.
nickname: hugey, little h, weasley.
age/year: sixteen && sixth.
house: hufflepuff.
any titles?: weasley = quidditch.
[ show some skin!
Hugo has, like all most of the Weasleys, red hair. It is the only way for people to guess what family he belongs to. He is actually proud of his hair because it really matchs with his personality and he is proud of bearing it. He feels that it is actually cool to have different hair because even though he gets the really bad sunburn if he stays in the sun too long, keeping forever pale, he can stay out longer if he takes the proper precautions. His mother had once called him the ‘tiny sun’ when he had been younger because of the way his hair had shone bright whenever the sun had shone on it. It also meant that he represents his family and that is the best feeling in the world for him.
When you look at Hugo, you cannot fail to miss his eyes. Identical to his dad’s in shape, colour, and brightness, and yet maybe different as well. Sure, it held the typical blue, but if you took a closer look, you would see that maybe it was a hint brighter. They were even quite sharp and aware, good for playing Chaser. It was a known thing that you couldn’t beat him in a staring contest because he could stare forever and not blink, and he always watches when he plays chess. his height sometimes is an advantage, especially when he is over 6’0 and could tower over the many students that went through Hogwarts or even use this height for watching out for possible caretakers that were on the prowl to catch them. Taking a look at the rest of his features, Hugo has taken the ‘long nose’ of his dad – something he uses to sniff out sweets most of the time since his mum (being the daughter to a couple of dentists) likes to take it upon herself to hide any that he brought. It wasn''t his fault that he had a low sugar level most of the time and needed the odd top-up. Well, he didn’t need the sugar, really, because it was like he was on a permanent rush, but who says that everyone has to know that. His freckles, another Weasley trait, covers his entire face, his arms, his legs, everywhere! Not that he minds, of course. The girls seemed to be driven mad by them, saying that they made him look young and hot. A guy couldn’t complain with that now, could he?
Like most of the Weasley, Hugo plays Quidditch whenever he can. Whether it be at home with his cousins and Dad or just practising on with the team. Years of the game had sculptured him into quite a strong person. Not with massive muscles and broad shoulders, but with a more toned look. He could be considered rather plain, but it was the way he was and he might end up growing out of it. Now comes the one thing that, over the last year, has caught the attention of a number of girls. Hugo’s smile. His mother had always said that he had a smile that would melt hearts, but he was most of the time oblivious to this. Most of the girls (under his nose) described this ‘gift’ has a small button smile, cute and mysterious. He likes to use this smile like some like to use ‘puppy-dog eyes’. If he needs someone to do a favour, it’s down with the eyes and a quick shine of the smile, quirking up at one end, and a sure thing to melt the coldest of hearts...a trick he pulls on Rose when he needs some help with his homework. When he laughs, his whole face brightens up and turns into a cheeky, devilish grin, showing the whole of his teeth.
Hugo isn't someone who is all that bothered with his fashion, seeing as that is a girl thing, and because of his half-blood upbringing, let's say he looks a little rough around the edges sometimes. While at Hogwarts (classtime), he wears the appropriate black robes, letting it hang loosely on his shoulders and sometimes over his arm when he doesn’t feel like being the proper student. Comfort is the main thing and you can’t do that when you have a tie strangling you six hours of the day, meaning that it isn’t always in the knot that it’s meant to. The light-grey jumper is worn perfectly in class but as soon as he steps out the door, he whips it off and around his waist, top button opened with a sigh and shirt-sleeves pulled up to the elbow. It isn’t easy wearing this uniform in the deadly Hogwarts sunny days. Moving onto the normal side of things, Hugo, with the help of his more helpful female cousins, has gotten better with what he wears outside, much to the disgust of fellow purebloods. If you looked in his wardrobe, you’d see blazers, sun-lightened jeans with a few rips through them, the craziest t-shirts you had ever seen with lines like ‘I love old people’ and ,the typical Weasley jumpers for cold nights, and his old trainers that are loved to the point of madness seeing as they are almost peeling away from the seams. He does have a Chudley Cannons t-shirt in the back too, but only where’s it at bedtime. It is a sure thing to put him asleep out of comfort and homeliness.
eye color: light blue.
hair color: weasley red.
skin tone: pale, thanks to the sun's love of trying to give him sunburn.
celebrity portrayal: rupert grint.
[ let me pick your brain!
likes:
» quidditch.
» drawing.
» catching raindrops in his mouth.
» irritating his big sister.
» eating sweets.
» licking the icing off the top of cakes.
» listening to muggle music.
» being random.
» bbqs.
» reading comics.
dislikes:
» fire.
» anything to do with slytherin.
» rats.
» self-centred people.
» the word 'mudblood'.
» being judged before being known.
» anyone being negative about his family and friends.
» disappointing his parents.
» cruel gossip.
» smoking.
strengths:
» his loyalty.
» his quidditch skills.
» his art.
» being a quick learner.
» the ability to see the good in others.
weaknesses:
» his temper.
» his being stubborn.
» not knowing when to shut up when he's angry.
» his attacks of self-hatred.
» takes things to heart.
quirks:
Playing with his little finger when he's thinking -- "I didn't even know I did this! It's just something that happened when I had things on my mind. It really annoys Rosie sometimes, but it's a free country.
Eating paper -- "What? You've never heard of someone eating paper before? Come on! It's not that rare! I mean...it's just paper. I'm not a freak. I just...eat paper sometimes, and anyway, I'm a growing boy and when food isn't about, paper is the next paper meal."
love potion:
» broom polish.
» fresh parchment.
» lavender perfume.
» strawberry yoghurt.
patronus: grey wolf.
boggart: being surrounded by fire.
dementor:
"Some people would probably think this would be one massive joke, but I really, really hate fire. Yeah...I know...I've got red hair so I look like I have it on my head. Yeah, whatever, but I mean it. I didn't used to be so scared of it. I used to love watching Dad lightening up the bonfire on Bonfire Night and watching the fireworks whizzing around everywhere, at least...until I nearly got burned alive.
I was about six when it happened and I was meant asleep upstairs, but at the time, I was looking forward to my seventh birthday and I'd been sure that I had seen Mum putting something wrapped inside the garden shed, so, I somehow found myself heading down to the shed in my dressing gown, holding a candle to give some light. The shed wasn't anything spectacular, just shelves full of pots, some old brooms in the corner. I just wanted to find my birthday present, nothing more. I put the candle on the side and climbed on some boxes to check that it hadn't been hidden on somewhere high up, but when I did, I think my foot must've caught the candle holder and knocked it over because a few minutes later, smoke was appearing and when I looked around, there were flames spreading everywhere. I didn't know where to go, how to get out! I remember yelling as hard as I could for Mum and Dad to come and help me! The flames were getting higher, and all I could do was cough and bang on the window. I'm not sure what happened after that because everything went black, though Rose did tell me that Mum had been coming down for some water to drink when she saw the shed, and had called for Dad straight away. The next thing I knew was that I was in a bed at St. Mungos with my parents sitting next to me. It was a miracle I survived that and managed to escape with nothing but a slight burn on my left leg, and yet ever since then, I won't go anywhere near fire or smoke.
personality:
Hugo is...well...a complicated character. A better way to describe him would be that he was a person of three bits:
I; One side of him which is happy, laughing and always up for a laugh with his friends. Someone with a great sense of humour. If Hugo is having a great day and things have been going right, he walks around with a wide smile. If he sees someone with a scowl or looks upset, he heads straight over to that person and stays there until he gets them to smile with him. The Hufflepuffs call it the his’ ‘Clown Smile’, joking and coming up with the most stupid things just because he wants to help out anyone.
II; One side of him that is shadowed by the rest of his family. For as long as Hugo can remember, he has wanted to be seen as an individual, to be seen for something he has done really well, and not because he's the little brother of the smart Rose Weasley, or the cousin to the famous James Potter. Every time one of them achieves, anything he had done gets instantly forgotten...or that's what he feels happens. There has never been a time when he hasn't tried to climb out of the shadows and to have someone say: "Wow! That's Hugo Weasley! He's amazing at playing Quidditch!" Thanks to this ever-increasing feel of being the third wheel, he has moments of intense jealously.
III; The following leads onto his most dangerous trait: his temper. No-one wants to be near Hugo when he is angry. Now, he isn't as bad as he used to be. Always wanting to forget his wand so he could hit any Slytherin as hard as he could. He takes his time a little now, normally being held back by one of his friends or maybe Rose laying a hand on his arm. It isn't that he wants to be angry, but little things would rile him up so much that could literally feel it building up within him, burning all the way to the stop until its released in a hex or a thump. What sparks him sometimes would be a nasty mention of his family, the fact that he's a nobody, that his sister was a good-for-nothing swot, his mum being called a Mudblood or someone he loved getting hurt for no reason. Any of those happening sending him into a sea of red.
A lot of people would say that he is angry most of the time with his female best friend because they argue all the time, but that isn't true. Of course he could get throughly annoyed with her if she is sounding like she knows everything or is going on at him for doing something stupid, but the reason why he argues with her is that they clash. They do have similar attitudes and never like to back down, causing them to rant at each othe until they both storm away from each other or he makes her cry, sending him into a wave of guilt. It isn't a secret that Hugo can't deal with a girl that cries. He goes into a jumbling mess all the time, not knowing what to do with himself and occasionally looking for help. Girls. Girls aren’t such a big puzzle as they once were when he had been younger and he now sees them as a treasure to look at and sometimes dream about but don’t even get it into your head that he would ever be ‘that way’ with them. He wouldn’t dare do that and anyone who did deserved to die in a slow painful death. No, Hugo respects girls and their wishes. A sign of his proper upbringing. He would never push a girl into doing something she didn’t feel comfortable in or do anything inhumane. It made him almost sick thinking about. No. He would take things slow and be quite the romantic – not the cheesy time, always bringing the girls flowers and singing love songs, but just go on walks around the lake, making her laugh and making her feel so special.
Now when friends come into the mix, Hugo is very loyal, hence why he is in Hufflepuff. He will be there for any of his friends that need someone to talk to and will defend anyone if they came under attack from someone. He absolutely hates people being bullied because of their blood. He spends most of his time, making his friends laugh and just having all types of fun with them. Friends are what help to almost fuel him in a way, and he wouldn't be afraid to admit to them (regardless of manliness) that they are important to him.
He sees no reason why people should be picked on and if the person disagreed, then they had better get ready for a wand pointed straight at their face. That was normally reserved for the section ‘a girl being harassed or the Weasley name being insulted’. Once that happened, then all thoughts of funny and joking disappeared being replaced by a very dangerous wizard. Never evil, but let’s just say that one word against his entire family, a single member or a friend, and Hugo will show you just how many spells he has learnt in his classes and his spare time at Hogwarts and home. Trust me…this is a lot. This doesn’t mean that he’s violent but there are other ways that a person can be targeted.
[ take a look back in time
parents: ronald weasley and hermione weasley (nee granger).
siblings: rose weasley -- sister.
history:
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had fancied each other for quite a number of years during school, known for their almost married-like arguements. It wasn't till during the middle of the infamous Battle of Hogwarts that Hermione decided that she had to show Ron how much he meant to her and kissed him square on the lips, her crush responding eagerly. It wasn't the most romantic of times to kiss, but neither of them had known whether they would be alive to say 'I love you'. Obviously, both survived and though they had lost many friends and for Ron, family, they had been determined to live their lives in thanks to those who gave their lives.
The proposal actually managed to be quite the occasion, due to the fact that a certain Harry Potter had given his best mate tips on what and what not to do (his proposal to Ginny had gone smoothly the year before!). Ron, being the man he was, had been so nervous as he waited for Hermione to arrive at the Burrow, but when he caught eyes with her, they all fell away, leaning to him kneeling on one knee and asking for her hand in marriage. To cut a long story short, Ron and Hermione got married and another year later were over the moon that they had their second child: a baby boy. It had been quite a dangerous birth because like today, Hugo was abnormally stubborn and stayed in as long as he could, eventually appearing to a pair of relieved parents. Born on June 11th meant the start of the biggest challenge in Hermione's life. It didn't help either that the press had a field day when they heard the famous friends of Harry Potter, the man-who-survived, now had another child, causing reporters from all over the Wizarding world to go wild, always wanting pictures of the happy family. Of course, Ron made sure that only pictures HE wanted shown were put in the papers.
All of Hugo's childhood and time growing up was spent with his parents and his sister, in each others’ company all day and every day, and when he put down for a nap, he cried and cried until he was picked up again, leaving them with a cute reunion. His parents were driven mad, but after a few talks and time to mature more, both decided that it was better to give him time to himself so he would be less clingy, living his own life and yet still finding time to be together with him and appreciate the company. During this time, Hugo had discovered the joy of art and started to show how clever he was going to be at it in the future, though no-where as clever as Rose or his mum.
When Hugo found out that he were going to Hogwarts, everything was dropped and Hermione made sure (like she did with almost every child she knew) that he read as much as she could about the school she was about to attend under the threat that she would lock up his broomstick and would ground him from flying it when he came back during the holidays. There was so much to learn and see and do that it was almost overwhelming, but thanks to his parents’ calm words and smiles on the way, it calmed him down and finally got her to the point of excitement. Hugo was finally off to Hogwarts. It helped too that he already some relatives at the school and that his sister was there too. That calm from the station disappeared as soon as he saw the Sorting Hat. Sure, he had read a tiny bit about it but having to have it placed on his head sent his nerves up and it took a lot to stop him running right out of that Great Hall.
“You Weasleys keep coming and coming, don’t you?”
“Y-Yes. I-I guess that’s us…but you have to love us, really, because we keep you busy!”
“Hmmm….Gryffindor?”
“Gryffindor? Er…maybe not. What about somewhere else?”
“What about Huffepuff? You seem to be very loyal under all that red.”
“Really? Okay, could you put me there then….please?”
“Okay…only because you asked nicely…HUFFLEPUFF!”
First year was the once and only time when anyone could say that Hugo was shy. It wasn't intentional, but even a kid with a big personality could be put into shell-shock by the size of Hogwarts, and the fact that he seemed to like getting lost a lot during the first month was annoying, but gradually he begun to get his bearings and found it much easier to get himself to class without the peeved glare of a professor. This relationship with his professors carried quite nicely from his first year to his second, where the teachers found that they couldn't really complain about him when he was doing so amazingly well in all of his classes. They couldn't explain it to begin with, but they realised that with the genius his mother had for nearly every subject and being able to focus himself, it wasn't that much a surprise and that some of it had been past down the line to her son. Classes out the way, little friendships strengthened, leading Hugo into having a fun year, what with the laughs he got from using Weasley Wizard Wheezes products. Also, second year was the age of him joining the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. What a time that had been! No experience he had ever been through would beat the feeling he had gotten when he had seen that list on the notice board with his name next to Chaser. There had been a serious party in the dorm that night!
Becoming an official teenager at Hogwarts was quite the experience because this was when he received his first kiss. Okay, so it can't be classed as a proper kiss since it was part of a game of Truth and Dare and the Gryffindor girl had been dared to kiss him. Hugo hadn't known what to think when he had felt the girl's lips upon his for a brief two seconds. His mind was still struggling with the fact that maybe girls were all that annoying and stupid, and were turning out to be quite cute, and yet he couldn't say that out loud. That would be embarrassing and yet, later the following year, he had found that he had gotten himself a girlfriend (no snogging...ewww...just someone he held hands with sometimes), much to hid sisters' girliness and going 'Awwww! Sweet!). Remarkably, it had been the girl he had shared a kiss with in Truth or Dare. She had actually enjoyed that small kiss and decided that he was worth dating. Began the times of holding hands, dates to Hogsmeade, laughing in the snow and by the lake. How wonderful it had been...until Hugo found her with a stupid git from his own House. It hadn't been far from a slight heartbreak, but being the boy he is, he was soon back to his old self within a couple of days. Fifth year was nothing but stress.
Now in his sixth year, Hugo is getting himself ready for the outside world, including looking through pamphlets for Quidditch teams and taking down names of sports scouts, wondering if he should contact them to come and watch him play. He is determined to leave Hogwarts next year so preparations are in order.
[ the rest of the rest
member title: ; catch the fiery wave
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other: never alone by barlow girl.
roleplay sample:
| QUOTE |
| [A post from an AU Harry Potter site] In the past, Ron had been pulled from side to side, expecting to follow his older sibings just because they were older and instantly taking their side if anything went wrong because that was just the way he had to be, yet never had he felt he was going to be ripped down the middle and taking by either Ginny or Harry and Hermione. Never in a million years did he ever think he was going to be thrust into such a situation and not knowing if he was going to be able to cope. Obviously someone upstairs didn't care much for the feelings of one tall, lanky seventh year Weasley. Yeah...maybe they liked seeing the mixed amount of emotions fleeting across his face, deciding which feeling to stop on like a 'Wheel of Fortune' and let that one loose on everyone. Yet, there were no emotions building up in Ron Weasley. No anger, no amazement, no sense of betrayal...nothing. It was odd, really, because being the bloke he is, he figured that something would come out at the words that Hermione was with another guy, and that guy being Harry. Oh, he dreamt hearing such words many a time. Remembering back to his second year when Hermione had entered the Great Hall for the first time after being un-petrified and running up the aisle just to run into Harry's arms. Ron could've done that any time, but try explaining love to a twelve-year-old who was in the beginnings of a major crush on his girl best friend. Who wouldn't love to be going out with the infamous Harry Potter? That thought used to be thought in such jealously, but now....nothing. Looking up at Harry and Hermione, Ron saw how they were pulled back, looking at him and yet waiting to make the quickest exit of their lives if he even dared to move an inch, then he looked at Ginny. She was the one that confused him the most. She was the one who was breaking a recent broken heart at seeing the man of her dreams with the girl who wasn't her and had been her friend for years. Had that broken heart turned the sister he loved and cared for more than anything in the world into a bitter, vengeful witch? It was like the world wasn't his anymore, slowing down to a weird stop. Ron could hear all their voices merging into one, each attacking one part of his brain, telling the truth, echoing, and then turning into sour, bitter, blaming voices. What did these voices want him to? Knock someone out? Shout until his throat was no more? Cry every single tear that he had refused to show anyone because of his need to look mature? What? He was afraid to admit that he was scared that his whole body felt numb. This wasn't his way of doing things. He was supposed to do the yelling, taking out his anger on the people who had hurt him in the most painful way possible, and leaving it for so long before telling him what was really going on behind closed doors. He either did that or went and took it out on some poor, defenceless stone wall in the Castle somewhere, away from everyone he knew and loved, anyway from the sights and smells he took comfort on, away from the pain he was so scared to feel, letting the anger wash over him in sharp, digging waves, tearing at him, pushing back the pain until it no longer existed. Nothing. His eyes just stared at Harry, Hermione and Ginny, no emotion in there, maybe now slightly glazed over than they had been before, no emotion but a small tear running down his pale, freckled cheek. It wasn't one of sadness, of joy, of anything. It just chose that moment to fall and let itself be known to the world. Behind him, the bookcase that he had actually used to put books on and not clothes had begun to tremble slightly, no books falling off, just moving enough to be heard and tip the books side to side a little. |