WEASLEY, rose olivia

name: Rose Olivia Weasley
age/year: 17 years old / Seventh Year
date of birth: January 28, 2006
house/occupation: Ravenclaw
bloodstatus: Half-blood
wands: 10" Alder, with a dragon heartstring core, moderately flexible
broom: Firebolt 2

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height: 5' 8"
weight: 142 pounds [approximately]
general description: Rose has a collection of red ringlets that fame her face and cascade down her back. These are not as curly and troublesome as the rather legendary mane of her mother. A few freckles speckle and fall across the otherwise clear complexion of her face, most of which have faded as she has grown older. Rose's cheeks are fanned by relatively long lashes set around her blue-grey eyes. Over all her limbs seem to favor her physique and grant her a rather graceful appearance with the sum of her features. She is rather pale in her total complexion and favors a thin build with longer, more hidden muscles than any bulging muscle mass. However, she does have her own smattering of small scars over her body; a result of numerous accidents in her childhood.
face claim: Holland Roden

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likes:

1. Quidditch; give her a broom and she'll love you forever
2. Mischief; that glint in her eye, you'd better watch out
3. Social; she may not be the center of attention but she blossoms with the aid of it
4. Running; a valuable skill when avoiding filch. still, it's a great feeling, having the wind in your hair
5. Sour Candy; oh yes, pucker up 'cause they're really sour
6. Family Time; nothing like wrecking havoc with your cousins
7. Getting Away With It; especially when it takes a heck of a lot to get away with that one prank
8. Studying; the whole nine yards; books and all. being a ravenclaw it's completely unavoidable but it was still an appreciation prior to Hogwarts and all. comes in handy a great deal when finding that special balance between forgotten muggle techniques and wizarding techniques. those definitely require a bit of research. much of this studying though lends itself to obscure facts, or even to Quidditch and Pranks at times.

dislikes:

1. Sadness; she's more with keeping upbeat and such
2. Chocolate; totally overrated favorite girls' munchy
3. Disappointment; that look mum has. don't want to see that one regularly
4. Feeling Lost; she needs a certain amount of control over her life and choices to feel comfortable, not having that isn't good for her
5. Spiders; family trait? they're just disgusting little buggers
6. Flying Cars; she's had enough warning stories in her lifetime to learn not to even attempt that stunt
7. Being on Anyone's Bad Side; at least, unless it's for a good reason. really, though, don't want that with a friend
8. Being Pressured; time, there's always enough time. sometimes things just need a little extra thinking out before stupidity ensures

strengths:

• Flying; seriously, with all of her aunts and uncles flying and whatnot it would be a wonder if she was as grounded as her mother
• Stealth; puh-lease. if you're going to get away with as many pranks as she has in her day you're going to learn to be a little bit stealthy
• Innovation; Rose has this way of finding how to make things work together, combining muggle chemistry and potions for example; that may or may not end in a rather large explosion. new, little ways to get things done a bit more quickly with a combination of methods

weaknesses:

• Focusing; if there's something better that she knows she could be doing and what she's doing is a waste of time she most certainly won't want to do it [yes, this is directed just a bit at History of Magic]. when there tends to be a great deal of rambling on in any case she loses focus. if things aren't so straight and to the point [or at least mildly interesting / important] they aren't guaranteed to hold her attention for as long as they should.
• Family; anything that happens to them or effects them is a straight hit right back to Rose. she's very deeply connected with her family and any offense to them is an offense to her. this is rather prone to drawing her into disputes with her fellow school age relatives and their rivalries. significant things, such as the death of her father or any other family member [potentially] hits her harder than most. This being because she tends towards being a bit more absorbed in family members, even if she isn't stuck up and clinging to their side the entire time. Therefore, she tends to spend a bit more time down and out over big things like deaths in the family, or any other potential issues. These leave her and emotional mess, which can result in her closing off from her family and friends.
• Meticulous; it's rather difficult for Rose to see something out of space, especially in the dormitories. this is a quality which has her rather focused on keeping things neat and tidy, much to the annoyance of her dorm mates. she's also a bit more prone to correcting others when they're doing something incorrectly. she tends to focus on getting things right - from the smallest detail to the largest and those in between.
• The Under Dog; yes, Rose has a tendency towards standing up for the "Under Dog" like her mother, this including House Elves and the like, though she may not take it to such an extreme. Rose is instead more likely to stick up for little bullied First Years or other people in such situations - no matter the house. While this attitude isn't such a problem, it's more the position in which it puts her as a bit of a prankster herself. Sometimes at the tail end of less ... playful ... pranks; perhaps a bit of hexing. Her rather helpful nature placing her in a distinctly difficult and possibly painful situation.

dementor: When she found out her father had died. He was one of the ones she was absolutely closest to her, and then he was just gone and out of her life until she met him in the next. He was the one that understood her and helped her to ride a broom for the first time. He was the one that ruffled her hair and called her "squirt." She had been practically un-responding for a week while she sobbed her eyes out and tried not to imagine it. His death. What he probably had to go through in his final moments.
boggart: A Puppet of Herself. She has lost so much control over her own life that someone else holds the strings in her place, has complete control over her every action. She has lost her free will and every essential piece of herself that came along with her will.
mirror of erised:

• Her family together again; with her father and the Uncle Fred she never got the chance to meet.
• Normalcy; just for everything to go back to what it was before the Death Eaters began appearing again
• Her Future; ever wavering and uncertain as it is. sometimes it depicts her as a quidditch star while others she's a healer. something helpful and something with a touch of brightness and hope in it.

amortentia:

• The Sea; it has a sort of freshness to it, along with salt, that she finds rather irresistible.
• Sweat; not so overpowering but more of a natural scent, not like you haven't bathed in a week.
• Certain Colognes; some things strike her fancy a bit more than others and will have her leaning in for a bit of a sniff, this is a compilation of those scents.
• Old Books; they have a certain scent that accompanies all the knowledge they hold that simply cannot be ignored.

veritaserum

• Her Sadness; if and when she feels it she hides it away from sight and attempts to put up a facade so no one notices it and gets worried about her because she's brought down so very much.
• She Broke the Bludger; how it happened, that is the question, but it most certainly did. a bit of a practice with the explosives and all of a sudden the bludger is more of a cuddler with a startling drop in it's blood lust.

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mother: Hermione Weasley [nee Granger]
father: Ronald Weasley (deceased)
siblings: Hugo Weasley [Sixth Year]
pets: A male orange tabby with a white chest named Persimmon. Also the family owl.
history: So far in her life Rose has been let off just a bit easily. Rose Olivia Weasley was born to Hermione and Ronald Weasley January 28th, 2006; a rather chilly day but a perfectly happy and warm, friendly family environment for a couple welcoming their first child into the world. Her circumstances were better off than those of her father at her age as a result of the war and the certain benefits her parents had of being 2/3rds of the Golden Trio. The fact that she may not have to want for anything in her lifetime didn't in any way mean that she was spoiled and brought up with a golden spoon in her mouth. Her parents didn't see any advantages to raising a child and as such had a bit of a tougher attitude, no matter how much they adored their first daughter. No matter how many times she fell as she began to walk; all the little scratches, her mother never made so much of a fuss as Grandma Weasley would.

Her upbringing was rather beneficial to her as she grew up as a rather reserved child. She respected her parents greatly and didn't raise such a huge fuss when her little brother came home a year after her and stole away a bit of attention. Growing up Rose had a broader understanding and tolerance for finding something for herself to do rather that relying on her parents to hold her hand through life. She was always more than willing to figure things by herself and learned a great deal of lessons the hard way as a result of her stubbornness as a child. However, Rose was a bright little child who nearly always picked herself up and simply brushed it off. She was never one, as a child, to sit there and sob for attention after she scraped her knee or something else of the sort. Therefore she wasn't all that fantastic at letting people know something was wrong unless they figured it out them self.

One of the highlights of her childhood included her first time riding on a broom. It was a rather short adventure accompanied with her mother's fretting and her father's strong belief that she would have no problem with it. A moment after she had taken off, however, she tipped just a bit and toppled off the side and into her father's arms. He was a savior. Even more of a hero when he snuck her broom from her mother's watchful eye to teach her, against her mother's ow reinforced will, how to ride. And she was successful this time. Her mother was not impressed with her demonstration, though.

As a child she spent a great amount of time surrounded by her entire family;growing up with all of her cousins as [practically] her own neighbors. So, of course, as a young child who couldn't read quite yet, there was always someone for her to toddle up to and hand a book for them to read to her. And she was quite the demanding little girl, always out trying to absorb knowledge, no matter how obscure it might have been. She was even quite young when she first began to learn to read and write, under the tutelage of her mother. She learned from both the novels that originated from the wizarding world, as well as those from the muggle world in her mother's influence in giving her a rather rounded education as a child. Though she would get fidgety at times [sparking numerous breaks in her "studies"] Rose learned rather rapidly, more so when Hugo began to learn and she had to help and be a "role model" for him as well. Once they got rolling; however, Rose eagerly awaited learning more.

As Rose grew older and more understanding and aware of the world around her she grew into a more curious child. She was almost always begging her father to teach her a few more Quidditch moves, just in case. He, of course, assured her that she would be the next greatest First Year Quidditch star, after Uncle Harry, of course. Her absorbance of knowledge didn't just stop at Quidditch, however. She would often pester poor Uncle George for his pranking tips; which he eagerly supplied. Her fertile mind thirsted for the knowledge that came with learning all of these varied things. Always poking her head to peer up at Grandma Weasley and question her enthusiastically about how exactly she managed to knit all of those holiday sweaters. Maybe she could help?

Fast forward several years and Rose neared her eleventh birthday. She was overwhelmingly nervous awaiting her Hogwarts birthday, straight up to the moment her owl arrived. No matter how much her parents had assured her that she was a shoe in. She spent most of the days leading up to her birthday in her father or mother's embrace drawing comfort and reassurance, no matter how many times they seemed to shake their heads at the silliness of her worries. Her mother was always a true help in the nervousness, with a warm hug. Hugo's reassurances, though, were a bit less comforting, as was the case with most assurances of younger siblings you had yet to leave the house for their own schooling and therefore had no true standing on the matter.

Upon her arrival at Hogwarts after recieving her Hogwarts letter, which had arrived promptly on time, despite her worries, she was sorted into Ravenclaw. A house perfectly acceptable to her jokester of a father, given it wasn't Slytherin or Hufflepuff. Rose settled in rather well once she found her niche among the prankster of the school, and her own house. Her smooth coated cat who bore a rather odd resemblance to her mother's former cat Crookshanks tagging along behind her just to keep an eye out. On her father's orders, no doubt. He simply couldn't get over the whole "Scorpius Malfoy" idea that had managed to work it's way into his mind.

Rather, instead of fawning over the Malfoy heir, as her father had warned her against, Rose spent a great deal of time in the library, as her mother had advised. There were lists upon lists of suggestions Rose had received from her mother; as well as a few from Uncle Percy. All of them great and fantastic, though she also much enjoyed the mischievous suggestions of Uncle George, as well as the purposeful guidance of her father - and several of her other relatives - to select guide on Quidditch, to aid her in getting a better footing in her understanding of the illustrious sport. So, to say she hadn't spent her first year sprouting a great deal of "useless" facts along with those of her studies would be a lie. Sadly, in her first year she had not interest or opportunity to join the Quidditch team. No, there was much too much to do and learn about the wonderful school.

The following year, her brother Hugo joined her among the students of Hogwarts, nagging her just a bit as most younger siblings do. She guided him as much as was necessary while maintaining a suitable distance when they were at school. She did, however, aid him with his homework when necessary, though she would never stoop to doing her brother, or any of his friends' homework for them.

Rose's school years were a great deal less eventful than those of her parents, the most she had to deal with being avoiding Filch, maintaining her grades, and all attempts to keep from disappointing her parents. She managed to find a way to somewhat balance the time she spent in the library following her First Year. Spending a bit more time instead with her friends or out on the Quidditch Pitch. In her fifth year she managed to get all OWLs, though she fretted over it for months prior to taking the actual tests. The girl did so much as to take a page out of her mother's book and began studying excessively just in case. After all, one could never study enough when it came to those big, important tests. Violating her previous allotted time for the library that had been in place since Second Year. Of course, her tests and grades were more than enough excuse.

However, after she had finished her OWLs and been sent home for the summer she accomplished perhaps one of her largest ventures of mischief. She managed to completely alter the mannerisms of a bludger. She could never figure how to get it quite right again, but it did involve a mixture of potions ingredients, muggle chemistry and a deal of magic. The muggle chemistry portion being something that her mother had begun teaching her the summer leading to her Fifth Year in an attempt to broaden her education. Rose was sure that her father had known exactly who had altered that poor bludger, but he never uttered a word, to her or anyone else, she was fairly certain. Perhaps he had been a bit busy in trying to figure out exactly how she had accomplished such a thing.

The next few years were comparably uneventful until the death of her father in an Auror Raid during her Seventh Year. He had been the one that she had gone to for practically everything and at first there was no way that she could believe that her father, her hero, was dead. Rose had spent weeks following simply sobbing and clinging to one family member or another. Anyone that could give her just a bit of comfort, just exactly what she needed. It was like she had been drained after his death. Very little left to hang onto. And yet, a few weeks later she began to put the pieces back together. To enclose the sorrow so tightly it would barely peek out. She didn't wish for her family to worry over her any longer and so she hid it away for the moment to heal in her own time.

Now finally beginning to move on without her father with one hand on her shoulder she began to heal, bit by bit as she reentered classes and began making her way through the familiar hallways again. Rose almost constantly prepares for the upcoming NEWTs in an attempt to distract herself from her sorrow. Sometimes though, she drills a bit on the Quidditch Pitch to take her mind off things; perhaps go out for a bit of a run and allow the cool air to distract her mind. Yet still it's an ongoing effort for her to let her friends back in after such a horrifying event. She tries, though, to be as involved as she can be in life and still interacts with everyone, though some of her interactions may seem, at times, downcast and sorrowful. Most of these conversations involving anything about her father. Still, she tries her best to continue putting the pieces together and to move on, as much as she can without deserting his memory. She will be herself, for him. She's sure that would be what he would want for her. For them. For the entire family.

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alias: Ash
age: Sixteen years old
experience: Five years
sample: (my most recent as I haven't been on a roleplaying sight recently)

The average Joe probably wouldn't be found outside, in a deserted field, around twilight. Quite frankly, the average Joe would have more common sense than to actually be out there in the first place. However, with Destie, a lack of common sense came with the position of being an angel. Well, and it was just part of her being naturally. She didn't need to bother with as much worrying as the half of everyone else, since she could very obviously take care of herself in a multitude of situations. Despite common belief. Destie's appearance did not, after all, give away any significant ideas that she may be able to hold off any creepers that roamed about at night. She put any thoughts that pointed to other ideas to bed easily though. Destie didn't like being doubted, after all.

Destie most definitely wasn't afraid of the dark, or anyone who might appear at a bit of a later time, however. There were a rather small amount of things that actually truly managed to frighten the angel. Throughout her on average five hundred years of experience she had seen many things, and experienced just as many horrifying things. Once you had been through so much there seemed to become fewer and fewer things that had the ability to frighten you as much as things had at first. For Destie, at the beginning of her existence, everything had been a clear and obvious fright. Every day had been filled with tireless figuring outs that had be accomplished in order for her to adjust and fit in within the mortal world. It had been much more difficult than anything she could potentially face in the unoccupied meadow.

The meadow that she had traveled to in order to stretch her wings, just a bit. After all, while it typically went unnoticed by any of the mortals that anything was off with anything large soaring through the sky, it wasn't quite worth the risk. Destie knew she had made enough mistakes so far in her life, so there wasn't truly any way that she was going to further her humiliation at her own actions. She was sure that she wouldn't be able to forgive herself enough the next time something that bad happened.

Destie gave a shake of her head in order to clear her thoughts. It would do her know good to not be paying attention and end up flying into something. The angel grinned to herself at the thought, rolling her shoulders back, just as her wings, a rather radiant white in color, erupted from her back, through the slits that she had cut for exactly that purpose. The girl flapped her wings a few times experimentally before she actually utilized them in lifting herself off of the ground. For a few moments after taking off Destie didn't dare to fly any higher than a few feet off of the ground. It would, all in all, do her no good if she ended up plummeting from one hundred feet in the air if her wings ended up giving out on her.

A few moments later Destie tilted her wings upward, flapping them in a powerful stroke of her wings and spiraling upward rapidly. The speed wasn't anything new to the young angel as she began to swoop in spirals above the meadow, the air blowing back her hair. Being in the skies, among the birds was more comforting than anything else that she knew of could ever be to her. It was the same way with a majority of the places within town. Granted, she was sure that she would still be at least a little comfortable in Italy, with it being her first home. The places in between, or, at least some of them didn't offer half of the same comfort. That was, if they didn't dredge up enough terrible memories for her.

The patterns she flew in were rather random in nature as Destie studied the ground from her place so very high above it. She could see nearly everything, so, so far in the distant. Miles away, even. The still, in comparison, relatively young angel could see the forests, several houses and the shore of the beach. It was all so very wondrous to have the ability to see everything about with a bird's eye view. Half of the people in the world couldn't even know what they were missing. All mortals did by manner of flight was ride along in their metal birds called 'planes.' They were cut off from feeling the wind blowing through their hair, unless they were going at top speed in their car with the windows rolled down. That would never be quite the same, though.

Despite the obvious joy that had appeared upon Destie's face for the whole duration of her flight, the angel had eventually had the necessity to land. Even though, if she had her way she would have the ability to stay in the sky all day. However, her wing muscles would eventually begin to tire, just a bit. Quite a discouraging event, it was, but Destie enjoyed the lengths of time up in the sky nonetheless.

Destie landed gingerly on the ground within the long grass of the meadow only a few heartbeats later. Her still beating wings blew back a bit of the grass that was located within their span. Gingerly, the girl folded her wings back through the slits in her shirt, pressing them against her back once again. This was when she noticed the bit of ruffling of the long grass about her new seat on the now laid out blanket in the middle of the field. "Who's there?" The girl queried, casting her eyes about. She had nothing to fear, truly, but it was always nice to keep on high alert. She couldn't be not noticing her company, after all.

It was always best to face things head on, which was exactly what she had resolved to do. From this point on, into the future. Any of her previous mistakes would never be repeated again, she would learn from them and she would grow better at the duty she had. The duty that she had held since the beginning of her existence.