Post by .Fred Miles Weasley ! on Feb 2, 2011 13:34:34 GMT -5
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I SEE YOU
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FRED MILES WEASLEY II !
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IN MY DREAMS YOU WILL BE NEAR[/center][/b][/color]
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
BUT I’M HERE ON MY OWN
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
BUT I’M HERE ON MY OWN
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FULL NAME:
NICKNAMES:
AGE:
BIRTHDATE:
GENDER:
BLOOD:
MEMBER GROUP:
YEAR
ORIENTATION:
AFFILATION:
WAND:
PETS:
- A Kneazle Named, Friar
- A Short Eared Owl Named, Dot
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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
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LIKES:
- Quidditch
- Food
- Dessert
- Family
- Muggle Music
- Wizarding Chess
- Transfiguration
- Butterbeer
- Sugar Lumps
- Coffee
- Potions
- Snowball Fights
- Family Gatherings
- Thunderstorms
- Being Named After his Deceased Uncle
- Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes
DISLIKES:
- Augustus Rookwood
- Death Eaters
- The Dark Lord
- Being Named After his Deceased Uncle
- The Humorless
- Studying
- Charms [Its Always Being Compared to his Dad Thing]
- Christmas Weasley Sweaters [Yep They’re Still Around]
- Fudge
- Positively Straight Shooters
- Knowing his Mother Dated the Uncle he was Named After [Weird]
- Rainy Days
- Abuse of Power
- Not Having the Marauders Map
- Fussy Girls
STRENGNTHS:
- Transfiguration
- Charms
- Potions
- Non-Judgmental
- Outgoing
- Family Orientated
WEAKNESS:
- Easy to Anger
- Holds Grudges
- Defence Against the Dark Arts
- Lazy
- His Family
- Can’t Keep Still for too Long
GOALS:
- Pass his last year of schooling [completed].
- Prove that he is more than capable of running Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, god forbid that anything should happen to his dad.
- The big family, loving wife and the white picket fence dream. Yes, the son of George Weasley can do romantic, just keep it to yourself.
BOGGART:
PATRONUS:
ERISED:
DEMENTOR:
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
- Family Orientated – Fred adores his family. There are times that he gets annoyed by them, but having so many family members means that he can simply move away from the one that annoyed him and find another family member to entertain him. Plus family is family, annoying each other is kind of what family does. He teases his little sister on end, simply because he can, but he would do anything for her, like any good brother would. His devotion to his sister is mirrored for many of his other younger cousins, whom he often takes a big brother role on for even if they have their own older siblings.
- Super Fun and Active – Like his father and his father’s deceased twin, whom he just so happens to be named after; Fred is a fun loving bloke and can’t stay still. He is always doing something, whether it is playing some practical joke on one of his younger family members during the Christmas Holidays or teaching first years how to cast funny jinxes on his unsuspecting cousins.
- Lazy – To Fred, waking up before noon on a Saturday is just not normal and studying for an exam anytime before the night before is just strange and obsessive. He would rather spend his studying time playing a game of Wizarding Chess or selling second years their belongings in front of the Gryffindor fireplace in the common room.
- Grudge Holder – Even though Fred is the fun loving, friendly type of person, he has come to hold grudges for extensively long periods of times. He has a short fuse, but when it comes to holding a grudge it won’t be for something silly [at least not in Fred’s mind]. He is willing to give a person or people in general a lot of chances because he knows that he himself is not perfect, but there is that point where he will take no more, and when it comes to his family, hurt them in any way and you have an enemy for life.
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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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HAIR DESCRIPTION:
EYE DESCRIPTION:
HEIGHT/WEIGHT:
BODY TYPE:
DISTINGUISHING FEATURE:
SCARS/MARKS
FACE CLAIM
OVERALL DESCRIPTION:
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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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BIRTHPLACE:
RESIDENCE:
PARENTS:
- George Weasley
- Angelina Weasley nee’ Johnson
SIBLINGS:
- Roxanne Weasley
IMPORTANT RELATIVES:
IMPORTANT PERSON:
OVERALL HISTORY:
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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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OTHER CHARACTERS:
DID YOU READ THE RULES:
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:
Masquerade ball. An interesting concept, but if it had been up to the him he would have made it a fancy dress ball, far more entertaining. That was why Fred Weasley II was now making his way down the street in a multi-coloured dress robe accompanied by matching shoes and a huge mask with feathers of varying sizes sticking out of the ends. His mother had put a stop to his idea of just dressing up like a clown, but she couldn’t deny that there were no rules in the invitation specifying what colour the dress robes had to be and that they had to be isolated to merely one. His father as he so often did merely stood sniggering at how Fred managed to manipulate things to suite himself.
Deciding that his mother was taking her own sweet time to move along, i.e., get down with applying her make-up and the sorts, Fred had advised his father that he would be leaving by himself. Fred had promised his parents that he would go directly to the Masquerade Ball, no side trips, but it wasn’t like they could track where he apparated and disapparated to. So very Fred like, he popped into the Leaky Cauldron, that he found rather empty compared to the usual, before making his way to the Ball. He had considered that there would not be as many people as was the norm, but its almost complete emptiness apart from the bartender and one patron gave Fred an eerie feeling and he ended up having one drink before he was on his way again.
As he walked the last mile toward where the ball was being held, instead of apparating directly to the appointed destination, Fred considered the idea behind the Masquerade Ball. It was an attempt by the Ministry to allow the wizarding world to believe that perhaps just for an evening all the trouble that plagued them didn’t exist even for a few measly hours. Fred had to admit it was slightly entrepreneuring of the Ministry in charge. Allowing a break from the bleak for a moment of light, allowing the world to believe that certain things could still be enjoyed, still be controlled. However the question of was it possible of being true, left Fred concerned. Would the Dark Side allow the world one moment of pleasure, allow the world to believe in an idea that they could be safe.
Fred didn’t have long to ponder before the sound of his shoes hitting ground changed to the sound of his shoes hitting cobblestone. Smirking, his eyes roved the spectacular before him. It was slightly reminiscent of one of those old Dracula movies, with a hint of romanticism, and that ever present touch of magic. In truth it seemed that the Ministry or perhaps merely whoever the mystery host was had put quite an effort into making the evening unforgettable and now he was here to ensure that it would be so. Running toward the entrance Fred skidded to a halt inside the room that contained the alcohol, tables, chairs, and most important most of the people and raised his hands in a jest of triumph. “I have arrived.”
Deciding that his mother was taking her own sweet time to move along, i.e., get down with applying her make-up and the sorts, Fred had advised his father that he would be leaving by himself. Fred had promised his parents that he would go directly to the Masquerade Ball, no side trips, but it wasn’t like they could track where he apparated and disapparated to. So very Fred like, he popped into the Leaky Cauldron, that he found rather empty compared to the usual, before making his way to the Ball. He had considered that there would not be as many people as was the norm, but its almost complete emptiness apart from the bartender and one patron gave Fred an eerie feeling and he ended up having one drink before he was on his way again.
As he walked the last mile toward where the ball was being held, instead of apparating directly to the appointed destination, Fred considered the idea behind the Masquerade Ball. It was an attempt by the Ministry to allow the wizarding world to believe that perhaps just for an evening all the trouble that plagued them didn’t exist even for a few measly hours. Fred had to admit it was slightly entrepreneuring of the Ministry in charge. Allowing a break from the bleak for a moment of light, allowing the world to believe that certain things could still be enjoyed, still be controlled. However the question of was it possible of being true, left Fred concerned. Would the Dark Side allow the world one moment of pleasure, allow the world to believe in an idea that they could be safe.
Fred didn’t have long to ponder before the sound of his shoes hitting ground changed to the sound of his shoes hitting cobblestone. Smirking, his eyes roved the spectacular before him. It was slightly reminiscent of one of those old Dracula movies, with a hint of romanticism, and that ever present touch of magic. In truth it seemed that the Ministry or perhaps merely whoever the mystery host was had put quite an effort into making the evening unforgettable and now he was here to ensure that it would be so. Running toward the entrance Fred skidded to a halt inside the room that contained the alcohol, tables, chairs, and most important most of the people and raised his hands in a jest of triumph. “I have arrived.”