Post by Ginerva Weasley on Aug 11, 2009 11:16:39 GMT -8
it's time to show you what i'm all about,
,Ginevra Molly Weasley
ginevra`fair one
,Ginevra Molly Weasley
ginevra`fair one
get up, let's see what you're made of
the basics
the basics
Character Name: Ginevra Weasley
Alias: Ginevra doesn't accept it when people call her by her real name and insists that people call her Ginny.
Birthday: August 11, 1981
Age: 15
Orientation: ||
House: Gryffindor
Patronus: a horse
Wand: maple, 7 3/4 inches, core from a dragons heart string
bring it on; you know i'm not afraid
the secrets
the secrets
Likes:
- animals; cats and owls mostly.
- her family
- boys; what girl her age didn't after all?
- chewing gum
- quidditch
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Dislikes:
- her eldest brother's girlfriend(fiancé), 'Phlegm'
- most muggle food
- spring allergies
- the letter M; it just seems ugly *cough*malfoy*cough*
- mostly people that have big egos wind up on her bad side.
Strengths:
- Ginny is excellent at acting
- She can think on her feet well
- Confidence isn't something that she lacks
- She is good at standing up for herself, and others.
Weaknesses:
- Sometimes Ginny gets too sure of her abilities, becoming too gutsy, and gets herself deep in trouble.
- Kisses make her turn to jelly, even if they're not from somebody she particularly cares about. If they were from her boyfriend, it would be like a drug.
- When she is particularly upset, frustrated, or just stressed, Ginny can become careless with what she says.
- Ginny is an excellent liar, and can get away with almost anything if she cares to; which she can get carried away with at times.
- Easily loves, and is easily convinced (ex: marvolo's diary)
Boggart: Ever since her traumatic first year at Hogwarts Ginny has never really found snakes that appealing, even if she hadn't seen the basilisk, the thought of her, being that close to death and the wounds Harry suffered had always spooked her.
Amortentia:
- the smell of her home
- a fresh hex
- the quidditch pitch after a grueling match.
Hair:
Like any other member of the Weasley family, Ginny supports the blazing red locks. Her's are straight enough that she doesn't need to use a hair straightener each morning. It reaches to her mid back, brushing the bottoms of her shoulder blades. Most people described her long hair as a 'mane' which was quite fitting for a Gryffindor. When she was younger, her mother had cut it close to her ears; since that Ginny has always kept it long and past her jaw, except for the blunt fringe she opted for in the summer before her fifth year.
Eyes:
Simply they are like her mothers light brown; and round like any Caucasian's. She isn't into makeup too much but when she's trying to woo somebody, for a special occasion, or just to pick herself up on a dumpy day she'll use a little mascara and anything else she can borrow from her roommates.
Appearence:
Ginny doesn't have a supermodel's body, but she is confident with what she has. Her hair isn't anything special, but it was a built in identification system for anybody that knew of the Weasleys. Which wasn't always bad, and sometimes proved for perks. She was quite happy with her looks throughout the times when her friends were fretting about acne and bloating. Ginny was the only female, blood Weasley born it years and (not to be cocky) she sometimes thought that all of that waiting had paid off. She received enough attention from the boys for her liking and found herself attractive enough. The need to wear makeup really wasn't there, so she went with a natural look unless she was trying to catch somebody's attention.
Body:
Ginny has the classic hourglass figure. She isn't the most athletic girl out there, so doesn't have piles of muscle, or for that matter, fat. It's obvious she isn't the skinniest girl around, but she's curvy with something to grab onto to put it clearly.
never give up when the going gets rough
the history
the history
Mother: Molly (Prewett) Weasley.
Father: Arthur Weasley.
Siblings: Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron Weasley.
Others: --
Background:
Shortly before the end of the end of the First Wizarding War, Molly Weasley was blessed with her seventh, and last child. She had born in late summer and bore all of the normal traits of a true Weasley; except she was a girl. Arthur, her father was quite surprised by this, but embraced his new daughter with open, and caring arms. It wasn't long until their baby girl was walking, and shortly after, talking. Her older brothers were quite fond, and protective of their baby sister. Once she had been tottering outside in the back garden, just as she was learning to walk actually, when a gnome approached her. The baby Ginevra was pleased to have somebody roughly her size to play with, as her brother Ron was no fun. She had just tumbled on the ground accidentally in front of it when Bill and Charlie, her two oldest brothers, chased her around the conner of the house and spotted the vermin. Intimidately the hauled her away into the house and had played doctor to dress her wounds.
Ever since she had watched her older siblings go to Hogwarts, she fascination with the place grew. The year prior to her appointed year (1992) to attend Hogwarts (there was no question that she might be a squib, when she was about eight, things around the house had tended to grow legs and walk around, like the muggle saying) she begged and begged her mother to at the least, let her climb aboard the train. It was the first time she could go see any of her brothers off, and was simply amazed by the grand scarlet train and all of passengers. Ginny rathered not speak of that day though, because it was a huge letdown when she heard that the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, as boarding the train that year.
Her first year at Hogwarts wasn't all that she had hoped it would be though. She had been sorted into Gryffindor, and that was about the only good thing that happened. Her brothers, no matter how protective had been tiresome and teased her in the common room or halls; her mother hadn't been able to afford new robes for the whole family, so she had been sent to school in hand-me-down robes. To top it all off it had seemed like Harry would never take an interest in her. Though, that year she had come across a diary that had found it's way into her school bag. One night she decided to write everything that was bothering her, like her brothers, the bullies in Slytherin, her teachers... and even her frustrations with Harry. When she had seen the neat scrawl that was written back to her, she had thought it was just an enchanted diary, something that an older girl had lost.
She had been writing in the diary almost everyday come October. Ginny felt like something awful was happening though; she knew it. Her brothers were all trying to boost her moral while she was certain she was going mad. Time and time again she couldn't remember where she had been when important things were happening. On Halloween night a Gryffindor had been attacked, and as she was told, petrified. One night she had woken up with feathers all over her bed and had just managed to get them hidden before her roommates had awoken. After a while she had come to suspect the diary she had been spilling her secrets too. It hadn't been as kind with her as before, and was beginning to scare her slightly more than all of the weird things happening around the castle.
Like any other eleven year old, Ginny had thought of the fastest way to get rid of her problem. She disposed of it in the girl's lavatory. Eventually she found the book back in her hands, after spotting Harry Potter had it; she had been terrified that he would figure out that she had been the source of the attacks (which she had figured out shortly after getting rid of the diary).
By the time Ginny decided she couldn't beat this possessive diary by herself, it was too late. Ron and Harry wouldn't listen, and the next thing she knew she was being shaken awake by none other than Harry himself. She was sure her dreams about Hogwarts were going to be pulled away from her, after all, it had essentially been her that was committing/helping the attacks/attacker on people, and animals around the castle. She had told Harry what happened anyways, despite her worries and her immense crush on him.
In the following years at Hogwarts she only grew more scared and even more embarrassed in front of Harry. It came to the point that she couldn't speak if she was in a room with him.
Of course she discovered other boys, she was asked to the Yule Ball by Nevil when she was thirteen and during her fourth year, had her first boy friend, Michael Corner. When Harry was suspended from Quidditch by Umbridge she rose to take his spot on the team, which probably aided her to become more comfortable around Harry. When he was putting together the DA she had suggested the name, and helped him start it along with Hermione and Ron. She was always jealous of Cho Chang and Harry's liking towards her, but even as she went through boyfriend after boyfriend Harry was always in the back of her head.
She was excited for what her fifth year held, she had a boyfriend, Dean Thomas, and an almost guaranteed spot on the Gryffindor's Quidditch team as Chaser. Ginny was glad to get away from her brother Bill, and his fiancé Fleur, who she was forced to spend the summer with. Over all, this year at Hogwarts looked terrific.
i'll show you there's nothing that i can't do
behind the scenes
behind the scenes
Player: laura, call me anything you like; i pick up quite a few nicknames like that and i like it (:
Contact: mehhh
Anything Else: i'm a tad lazy, don't hate me please (:
RP Sample:
Setting the sturdy hawthorn wand down on her bed, the girl peered into the conjured up mirror. Silently her eyes inspected the ginger hair that was spiriling down around her shoulders, simple, natural curls, enchanted to fall past their usual ending point, and charmed to give off a faint smell of white jasmine. The colour was natualy homegrown, unique to its wearer, and most comonly described as strawberry blonde. Content with the look of her hair, the sixth year girl grasped the wand once more, and waved it around her head one last time, and put into use a freezing spell; which she found worked much better than the muggle hair spray she was acoustomed to.
Without a sound she shifted her weight off of the dull four poster bed, and onto her bare feet. She turned in the direction of her wooden wardrobe, reaching into the back for her dress. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door. “Yes?” Her falsetto voice raised so the girl int he hall could hear her.. “Is Miss Ashra ready to be escorted to the ball?” A girl’s voice replied, deepened comically to sound like a boy’s.
Making sure the door was locked tightly; she reached her arm back into the wardrobe, searching for the dress she knew was hidden behind many unused parkas, and her roomate’s outgrown school robes. “I told you, I don’t want anybody to know who I am!” She replied, huffing in vain. Ashra turned her head towards the door, and tugged gently on the clingly fabric her fingers had just brushed againts.. “Not even me? Your bestest best friend ever?” The fake voice was gone, replaced with a halfhearted one.. “But,” The girl’s voice climbed higher, regaining pride. “If you really don’t want to go down with me..!”
She laughed loudly and called back “You know it’s not like that Meg, I just want to have some...” Ashra lost the fabric and sighed, then reached a bit further. “Mysterious fun...” She concluded raising her eyebrows playfully, even if the other girl couldn’t see.
“Well, you’ll have to tell me all about that fun tomorrow morning, when you’re done sobering out then I suppose”
“Exactly.... But you best be going though Meghan..” Ashra called back as she grabed ahold of the dress and grinned, yanking it into the light and then throwing it out on her bed. Quickly she undressed and took the obviously clingy dress into her hands. There was nothing senitmental about the dress, but her mother had been shopping around town and had probably thought that it would suit her daughter well. Truth was, Ashra didn’t really know what type of dress she should be wearing; and nither did her mother. The Rajns family wasn’t like the majority of the families involved in Hogwarts. Most families had at least one parent that had attended Hogwarts, or another Wizard’s school, but not one of Ashra’s parents had. To most people she was a mudblood- muggle born.
But that didn’t mean that she couldn’t keep up with the rest of her class, and Ashra believed that her appearence that night proved it. With her dress on, she returned to the mirror and peered inside. Hesitantly, she let her eyes trail down along her slight frame in the mirror, and then along the simple black dress that was hugging her body. Nothing was falling out, not a hair out of place (thanks to her wand work) and the dress, looked like it might just actually fit in with the rest. Grining the fairly tall, but thin girl fastened a glistening silver chain around her neck that matched the accents on her dress. She padded quickily over to the trunk at the foot of her bed and opened it hastily. Resting ontop of all the clothes and books was a simple, black mask. It had the traditional masqerade shape, covering eyes, but not her nose... The right side was covered with delicate white lace, creating a contrast to her black mask and equally dark dress.
Before creeping out of the dorm door she slipped into a pair of ballet flats and charmed the mask to fit her face and not slip off. Ashra also stowed her wand away as she left the room, closing the door gently and walking down the flight to stairs, and then into the common room. It seemed like she was the only girl not down in the great hall yet. Moving double the speed she decended the moving staircases until she reached the dinning area. But instead of the five usual tables, it was like the teachers had devided them and scattered them around the room, and on the tables were goblets and goblets of drink. Ashra slinked into the hall, minding the train of her dress, and found an empty seat at a table.
Well, this night could be something amazing, or something horrible.
Without a sound she shifted her weight off of the dull four poster bed, and onto her bare feet. She turned in the direction of her wooden wardrobe, reaching into the back for her dress. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door. “Yes?” Her falsetto voice raised so the girl int he hall could hear her.. “Is Miss Ashra ready to be escorted to the ball?” A girl’s voice replied, deepened comically to sound like a boy’s.
Making sure the door was locked tightly; she reached her arm back into the wardrobe, searching for the dress she knew was hidden behind many unused parkas, and her roomate’s outgrown school robes. “I told you, I don’t want anybody to know who I am!” She replied, huffing in vain. Ashra turned her head towards the door, and tugged gently on the clingly fabric her fingers had just brushed againts.. “Not even me? Your bestest best friend ever?” The fake voice was gone, replaced with a halfhearted one.. “But,” The girl’s voice climbed higher, regaining pride. “If you really don’t want to go down with me..!”
She laughed loudly and called back “You know it’s not like that Meg, I just want to have some...” Ashra lost the fabric and sighed, then reached a bit further. “Mysterious fun...” She concluded raising her eyebrows playfully, even if the other girl couldn’t see.
“Well, you’ll have to tell me all about that fun tomorrow morning, when you’re done sobering out then I suppose”
“Exactly.... But you best be going though Meghan..” Ashra called back as she grabed ahold of the dress and grinned, yanking it into the light and then throwing it out on her bed. Quickly she undressed and took the obviously clingy dress into her hands. There was nothing senitmental about the dress, but her mother had been shopping around town and had probably thought that it would suit her daughter well. Truth was, Ashra didn’t really know what type of dress she should be wearing; and nither did her mother. The Rajns family wasn’t like the majority of the families involved in Hogwarts. Most families had at least one parent that had attended Hogwarts, or another Wizard’s school, but not one of Ashra’s parents had. To most people she was a mudblood- muggle born.
But that didn’t mean that she couldn’t keep up with the rest of her class, and Ashra believed that her appearence that night proved it. With her dress on, she returned to the mirror and peered inside. Hesitantly, she let her eyes trail down along her slight frame in the mirror, and then along the simple black dress that was hugging her body. Nothing was falling out, not a hair out of place (thanks to her wand work) and the dress, looked like it might just actually fit in with the rest. Grining the fairly tall, but thin girl fastened a glistening silver chain around her neck that matched the accents on her dress. She padded quickily over to the trunk at the foot of her bed and opened it hastily. Resting ontop of all the clothes and books was a simple, black mask. It had the traditional masqerade shape, covering eyes, but not her nose... The right side was covered with delicate white lace, creating a contrast to her black mask and equally dark dress.
Before creeping out of the dorm door she slipped into a pair of ballet flats and charmed the mask to fit her face and not slip off. Ashra also stowed her wand away as she left the room, closing the door gently and walking down the flight to stairs, and then into the common room. It seemed like she was the only girl not down in the great hall yet. Moving double the speed she decended the moving staircases until she reached the dinning area. But instead of the five usual tables, it was like the teachers had devided them and scattered them around the room, and on the tables were goblets and goblets of drink. Ashra slinked into the hall, minding the train of her dress, and found an empty seat at a table.
Well, this night could be something amazing, or something horrible.
it's so close, i can almost taste it
the credits
made by rae aka
cupcake of rpgd and
vanilla_pop of caution 2.0
lyrics from angela via
"catch me if you can"
no stealing or else the pretty
fishies in my aquarium will
eat you<3
the credits
made by rae aka
cupcake of rpgd and
vanilla_pop of caution 2.0
lyrics from angela via
"catch me if you can"
no stealing or else the pretty
fishies in my aquarium will
eat you<3
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