Title: Weasley, Carys
Carys Weasley - September 1, 2007 11:26 PM (GMT)
INTRODUCING...
[carys weasley]
[carys weasley]
[who's pulling all the strings?
name: P!
age: 17
contact: pm
experience: two years
how'd you find us? advert
[ w h o are you?
full name: Carys Madeline Weasley
explain the names: "Well, my dad's weird and couldn't have named me something normal like 'cary.' nope, had to add the s in there. Madeline is my mums middle name, and Weasley is basically the best last name ever. But I have no idea what it means."
nickname: Car, and the multitude of nicknames her sister makes up
age/year: 16, 6th
house: Hufflepuff
any titles?: Quidditch beater
[ show some skin!
eye color: Blue
hair color: red
skin tone: fair
celebrity portrayal: lily cole
[ let me pick your brain!
likes:
• Quidditch
• DADA
• Muggle Tv
• Getting into mischief
• Dueling
• Charms
• Weasley Wizard Wheezes
• Chess
• Climbing things
• Making things explode
dislikes:
• Potions (booooring)
• her grandmother's knitting, it's not so flattering
• Divination (bloody waste of time)
• Slytherins
• Cats
• Ministry of Magic
• Pureblood snobs
• The Morte Incarnate
• Lizards
• Always being thought of as the friend rather than the girlfriend
strengths:
• Quidditch
• DADA
• Getting out of trouble (and into it)
• Her sense of humor
• Great with jinxes
weaknesses:
• Divination, blegh
• Inherent curiosity
• Doesn't like to see the bad in people
• Sneaky
• Sometimes doesn't know when she's gone too far
quirks:
• Sometimes snorts when she laughs
• A few crooked teeth
• Whistling when nervous
• Chewing on things (quills, etc)
love potion: Wet grass, pumpkin pie, hot chocolate
patronus:Hippogriff
boggart: Losing her sister
dementor: "It was because of this that I grew afraid of the dark (still am actually). I was about five years old and Da and Mum had left us three at home and ____(sister) I with the babysitter while they went out for the evening My babysitter was a nice girl about ten years or so my senior, a muggleborn from the nearby town. After giving me my afternoon snack, she let us go outside to play for a little bit while she cleaned up the kitchen and did her homework. It didn't take too long before we started a game of hide-and-seek. While Orion was counting, I began exploring our yard for a good hiding place.
That was when I heard some noise coming from the cellar. I wanted to go investigate it, so I went looking for the cellar doors, opened them, and went in. Huge mistake because as I was inside looking around and finding my box of old toys, I didn't notice the doors shutting close. It was when it got dark that I noticed and ran for the entrance. The locks on the door was pretty rusted so it didn't budge too much when I tried to open or move it. The longer I stayed in the dark, it seemed that the louder the noise got, which scared the wits out of me and had me crying not too long after.
My Da found me about three hours later. It turned out that the babysitter had fallen asleep and hadn't noticed I was gone till Orion and ____ panicked and got her two hours prior. When they couldn't find me, they owled my parents. From then on though, I never could sleep completely in the dark. I would always need to have some sort of light around."
personality:“I, Carys Madeline Weasley, more commonly known as Cary, often referred to lovingly as Rysie, am quite possibly the most amazing person you will ever meet (with the exception of, maybe my sister, but that is a very slim maybe). There is no doubt about it. Well, I suppose if you’re a Malfoy or a Lestrange or something like that, you’d have your doubts. After all, I come from a family famous for its cross-breeding, muggle-loving, blood-traiting ways. I mean, all of this to them is probably, you know, despicable or disgusting or I can’t think of anything else, but at least us Weasley folk don’t marry our cousins. Anyway, the point of all this is, I’m pretty much spectacular, and they’re just, you know, not. Not that I’m prejudice against their cousin marrying, incestuous ways or anything… Okay, I am, but seriously, at least I marry outside of the family. Honestly. Anyway, the point of this is to say, I am fabulous. Now that we have that established, I will give you a very long and drawn out to meet the paragraph requirement description of the eternal and external premise of one Carys Madeline Weasley, or as I like to call her, me!
“Now, I’d just like to say, I’m a funny, funny gal. I can’t help it. It just comes so naturally to me. What with being, you know, George Weasley’s daughter, it was sort of mandatory. You can’t have a nut for a father and pick up some kind of sense of humor. It would have been impossible. It is impossible seeing as I am, as I’ve mentioned, a funny, funny girl. And I’m not just your regular, run-of-the-mill funny girl. Oh no, I am witty. Yes, the wit! It’s what gets them every time. My cleverness was probably inherited from my dad, as well, but I’d like to say I came about that spectacular trait all on my own, as I am far more brilliant than my father. He’s told me so once or twice, even. He doesn’t understand what it does to my ego, silly old man.
“I am the brains of this operation. I know, I know, Orion likes to think of himself as a genius and sagely and all that, but oh no. Oh. No. That’s just what he’d like to think. Without me, sadly, dear Ory-poo would be nothing. He’d never come up with a successful idea again. He’d be shamed and have to go live in a cardboard box underneath the London Bridge or something. Well, perhaps not the London Bridge, but a bridge. Somewhere. Anyway, he’d be a hobo because, duh, look at him. He’s definitely hobo material. He’s such hobo material I worry about him really becoming a hobo one day. I mean, what would that do to my image? A hobo brother! I’d be the laughing stock of the century! Right-o. So, it’s a good thing that he has me and my massive, Ravenclaw-esque brains around, isn’t it?
“You’ve probably gathered now, that I’m quite the arrogant miss. I can’t help it, really, it comes with the territory. Another one of the fabulous traits handed down through the generations to us lot. Gram says that her brothers Gideon and Fabian were both rather conceited, she says that Dad and his twin brother, Fred, were arrogant as well, though you didn’t hear that from me. Actually, if anyone asks, Uncle Percy said it because he has. On several occasions. Plus there’s the new generation of Gideon and Fabian and they just reek of arrogance. They are far worse than ____ and I, but that doesn’t matter because like I’ve mentioned before, they reek. Anyway, this is about me and my conceit not about my seven thousand or so relatives. Yeah, so arrogance runs in the family, and all that. I’m not nearly as smug as some people are though, and I suppose you could say it’s just a show, as I’m really, deep down a very loving lady. You just have to be the right person, you know? I’m not going to go spread the love with Malfoy or anything. Get a grip.
“Though, I suppose I’m a bit childish. A bit. Only a little. So what if I play with matchbox cars and I get really fed up when I loose Monopoly, but this means nothing! Nothing at all! I am very grown up! I am very much an adult! … Okay, I know you don’t believe me. I don’t expect you to believe me. No one would believe that an impeccably amazing girl like myself who prides herself in her lego collection and her enormous skill in matchbox car racing, would be an adult. Oh but she is. I mean… I am. You can’t be in the DA without being an adult, anyway, and I am in that and I help. I actually offered lots of good help and I’m defending myself as if I were seven years old, so I’m just going to stop now. Thank you very much.
“I’m really hardheaded. This is something I’m going to brag about, watch out! I don’t listen. Really, I’ve been told a million times not the drop Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder inside the Burrow because it makes the ceilings all sooty and Gram is too short to clean them properly, but that hasn’t stopped me! That’s not really what I meant by being hardheaded, of course. You can’t talk me into or out of anything unless you’re brilliant and/or my sister, as I’d do anything for her. But that’s beside the point. What I’m saying is, I’m thickheaded, stubborn, and hard to please, you know that deal. It’s a family trait. Comes with being from a long line of redheads, I guess.
“Besides all my arrogance and thick-headedness and immaturity and all the hilariousness that just radiates off of me, I’m a really good person. Really. I’m nice. I’m fabulous. Spiffing. Right, so, I’m supposed to stop being arrogant to tell you about how great I am. I’m nice. I love my family. I love everyone (except for the obvious) and I think everyone is great (except for the obvious). I especially love muggles. Muggles are fabulous. Especially the really ditzy muggles that think that magic isn’t real. Oh dear, they’re fabulous. That’s why I hate people that are all supremacists and they think they’re better than the muggles and muggleborns and half-bloods and all that jazz. I’m really narrow-minded when it comes to them, the supremacists, not the muggles. Well, whatever.
“Seriously, I’m not as stuck up as all this has made me sound. Really. I’m actually down to earth. I’m a bit quieter than my sister, and more often than not I fade into the background in the sea of redheads that is Gryffindor house. Well, not really. It is, actually, impossible to fade into the background when your name is Weasley, and you’ve grown up with the Potters. It just doesn’t happen. A girl can dream, can’t she?”
[ take a look back in time
parents: George Weasley, Alicia Spinett
siblings: Orion Weasley, ____Weasley (im just going to call her Cate, so i dont have to keep putting blanks down.)
history: Ok, so let's start with my being born, shall we? Alright. I was born on May the 31st. According to my darling mother, who I adore very much, I came out crying, red and ugly. She tells me now that she was ashamed she had given birth to such an ugly thing, but really, I've grown to be quite the fine young woman. I guess Cate must've been prettier because I could swear my mother had always fancied her a bit more. Which is strange, considering we're identical. Anyways, that's not really important. Because this is my story, not hers. So yeah, I was a twin, Cate and I were born one year after my dearest brother. We were both red-haired, and we were all loud and boistrous, even from birth. I think I got the coolest name out of it - Carys. And naturally, we all had the surname 'Weasley.' We were now a part of the infamous Weasley clan. Loves, that was the best day of my life.
"See, mum and dad had argued for years over where they were to live, and eventually they had decided to live on a quaint and isolated mountainside - sort of like my grandparents, dad's parents that is. The house was nice, and we were living off good money, very good money. And well, I grew up spending quite a good lot of time with my darling sister.
"See, Cate and I? We're extremely close. Extremely. We're practically attached at the hip, and yes, we do have our own language, thanks. We call it 'Catrys,' original I know. We developed it while still, partially, in diapers. We'd always been bright. Dad? He's fabulous. He taught us how to play Quidditch - mum did too. As I've mentioned earlier, I was a livewire, and naturally - I was perfect for the sport. We'd play two on two, Dad and me against Mum and Cate - obviously we can automatically see who won. Yeah, we did - Dad's got a way with a beater's bat, really.
"Apart from playing Quidditch excessively, Cate and I liked to make mischief. This, from what I've heard, is what makes us most like my father and his brother. And naturally, once we'd turned eleven and gotten our wands - well, things got a lot more fun in the trouble department. There were so many more options, so many more opportunities. However, that was until we had discovered the underage magic decree. Naturally, we were a bit thrown-off, but still, we had one thing to look forward to. Yes, going to Hogwarts. We'd been waiting for this day for quite some time. Orion had gone the year before, and was absolutely tormenting us with tales of it's greatness. By God, I had packed my bags three weeks in advance. Honestly, mum wasn't quite too pleased with this - considering I'd wear clothes then throw them back in, that made for nasty washing habits. I mean, I was little - I could care less whether my or not my clothes were clean.
"Anywho, back to us going to Hogwarts. Naturally, I'd already heard all about it - I had an older brother, cousins, parents and well....a long line of magical relatives that could influence me. The trip across the lake was quite amusing, actually. Cate and I had almost succeeded in pushing in another first year - some blond-headed kid - and honestly, we would've triumphed had Cate's eye not been caught by a boy in the boat next to us. She'd lifted her hand to wave, pulling the poor boy with him. Honestly, I wouldn't talk to her for a good....well, like ten minutes after that. Anywho, we were both sorted into Gryffindor (or hufflepuff) - as expected.
"So, as of the last six or so years of our life, we've been considered Gryffindor Lions (or hufflepuff badgers), quite an honorable reputation if I'd say so myself. And obviously, we were both a part of the Quidditch team. Really, is there a need for me to explain which positions we played? Honestly, it's a waste of breath. Though, as much as we loved Hogwarts, I had always enjoyed home much more. I whole-heartedly awaited breaks when we would return. Yes, you've guessed it - I get a bit homesick, so shoot me. Orion - he had made Hogwarts like a home. You see, I don't quite accept new surroundings as well as him, apparently. Afterall, home is where the heart is.
"Although, lets get it straight here - its' not like I cried for my mum and dad every night. Actually, Cate and I rather enjoy our years at Hogwarts. But other than that, us Weasleys are full or, and surrounded by lots and lots of love. We're lovers over here, not fighters. We don't like to make a big deal out of things that aren't. I guess that's why we're so popular amongst most of our fellow Hogwarts students.
"Well, that and the fact that we're just flat out hilarious - or according to them we are, anyway. From first stepping foot on Hogwarts soil, we'd had automatic friends. Thoes are the perks of having such an infamous father. So, with popularity and pranks to boot - well, we've been living the life, both at home and at Hogwarts. Dad had always told us that we'd to be making 'decent' grades, really we've exceeded his expectations. Anyway, for now - our lives are extremely comfortable. I'm hoping they'll stay this way. I honestly like things the way they are, and I'm not quite partial to change. I'm on good relations with my entire family, and we're a large one, and many other wizarding families - family and friends mate, that's all you really need in life."
[ the rest of the rest
member title: {{W.o.n.d.e.r.w.a.l.l.
pets?: Owl named Alfie
anything else about your character we should know?: she really really wants to be in gryffindor *innocent look*
other: Song: Young Turks-Rod Stewart (im so lame)
roleplay sample:
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| t was not often that Miss Black appeared in public. It was even less often as well as likely that Miss Black appeared in a public place that was crawling with muggles such as Hyde park was on this particularly busy Saturday. Bellatrix tended to stick to the strictly wizarding sectars of the world, and was quite content to let the muggles stick to theirs. Her being in Hyde Park on this blistering day only intensified and heightened the chance that a muggle could die before sundown. It was actually funny, when she thought about it. Tons of muggles turned up dead every week, but a murderer was never found; no marks were ever left on the body; no fingerprints either. Tracing the killers that were plaguing the world in this day and age was quite a hard task for muggle and wizard authorities alike. The funny part: there was a killer walking among the muggles now, and they didn't even know it. She looked like any other person, though she didn't particularly blend in. Bellatrix even gave muggles the feeling that they should cross to the other side of the sidewalk, or even walk in the grass beside it in order to get out of her way. A suspected Death Eater, and a bit of a bitch, her name was well known, never far from the tip of anyone's tongue in the wizarding world, but here; here no one knew her name or had even seen her before. No one gave her a second glance as she stalked through the park. And to tell the truth, sometimes Black prefered for no one to know she was coming, for no one to give her more than a second's glance as they walked past her. It was nice to not be noticed, every once in a while. Her steps were light, not quick, but not slow; somewhere in between. She strolled along leisurely, grateful that no one knew where she was, grateful that her parents were out of the country for a month. Narcissa was out of her hair, Andromeda had moved out. Life was no longer complicated or frustrating. This was as close to happy as Bellatrix had probably ever felt, and it felt funny, to say the least. Her stomach felt light, filled with something bubbly. It was a feeling she could not grasp, could not describe no matter how much she tried. So, she simply walked, and didn't think, didn't try to understand this new thing called happiness. Lately, she had taken to spending more and more time away from home. Living in her parents' manor at the age of twnety-three was not something she had planned and not something she enjoyed, but it was better than being married, or engaged for that matter. She smirked at this thoguht. Her, married? Least unlikely even to ever occur. Hands in the pockets of her jeans, boots clicking against the pavement (yes boots, for even in this heat, Black refused to go out in anything but), she came to a small bend in a curve. The bend produced a tree which sat beside a small creek. "How quaint." It wasn't quite clear whether she was amused with the setting and wanted to sit there because of that or whether she had wanted a setting like this and therefore wanted to sit there. With unplanted steps, she sat down under the tree, back against the trunk and watched a frog opposite of her on the bank. The frog sat there for a while, staring back at her before he grew some sense and jumped into the creek, disapearing from sight. A sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, but it wasn't a sigh of boredom or of anything unpleasant. It was a sigh of existance. Yes it was blisteringly hot, and her hair was falling from it's holding and was plastering to her neck. Her shirt was sticking to her body, and her feet were dying, but all that was okay. Everything was okay. Bellatrix Black, for the first time in her life, was okay. |
james potter - September 2, 2007 12:29 AM (GMT)
PENDING.
So the application is PERFECT, P! Srsly, the only thing is, there is something you need to include from the rules in the OTHER section of the application.
Other than that, you're good to go!
So the application is PERFECT, P! Srsly, the only thing is, there is something you need to include from the rules in the OTHER section of the application.
Other than that, you're good to go!
carys weasley - September 2, 2007 12:58 AM (GMT)
fixedxcore
james potter - September 2, 2007 01:05 AM (GMT)
A C C E P T E D !
Looks great! And you're so not lame. Rod is greattt <3
Looks great! And you're so not lame. Rod is greattt <3