Post by Ginevra Molly Weasley on Nov 25, 2009 19:05:03 GMT -5
h u g s & k i s s e s
`TAKE MY HAND !
NAME, Ginevra Molly Weasley
DATE OF BIRTH, August 11, 1981
GENDER, Female
HOUSE, Gryffindor
ERA, Present
YEAR, Fourth
OCCUPATION, Student
SPECIAL ABILITY, Ginny's bat boogey hex spells are a force to be reckoned with.
CANON OR ORIGINAL?, Canon
`WITHOUT A BACKWARD GLANCE !
LIKES,
Quidditch
Magic
Cauldron Cakes
Butterbeer
Praise
Learning
Reading
Flying around on her broom, feeling the wind in her hair.
Harry Potter
Michael Corner
Boys, in general
Flirting
The Hogwarts grounds
Herbology class
Dancing
Smiling
Having control
Dueling
Getting her way
Talking with Hermione
Annoying her brothers
Hugs from her parents
Family Reunions
Her sanctuary -- her bedroom
DISLIKES,
Being told what she can or can't do
Slytherins
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
Marmalade
Pickles
Having attention solely to herself.
Darkness
Being rejected
Embarrassment
Rules
Not being able to do something because she's a girl, or not old enough.
Comet two-sixties
Transfiguration class
Muggle sports
China dolls
FEARS,
Her family or friends dying.
Being alone.
He-who-Must-Not-Be-Named conquering the world.
Harry leaving
Being rejected
Dying alone
WANTS,
Harry Potter.
A broom.
Success.
More money.
STRENGTHS,
Playing Chaser for the Gryffindor team.
Defense Against the Dark Arts class
Hexes
Being there for her friends
Spellcasting
Reading
Decorating
WEAKNESSES,
Talking about her feelings
Keeping her temper in line
Not saying what's on her mind
Keeping her mouth shut in general.
Make-up or anything girly like that.
Poetry
PotionsHABITS/QUIRKS,
Clams up when she's nervous
Tucks her wand behind her ear while working.
Recoils away from diaries, because of her fear of being possessed again.
Babbles on about Quidditch if the subject is ever brought up. She won't stop.
Twirls her hair around her finger when bored.
SECRETS, Ginny is completely smitten with Harry Potter. Many suspect but they don't even know the half of it.
OVER ALL PERSONALITY,
Ginny is an outspoken, confident, and kind individual. She doesn't back down to a challenge, and always stands up for what she believes in, no matter how high the cost. It's difficult for her to keep a can on those feelings, because they're always so strong. Ginny also isn't afraid to talk to people, or look foolish in front of them (as long as she's having fun). She's friendly to new students, and makes sure people feel right at home when they're with her. The girl would also give up her life for any of her friends, since they all mean so much to her. She doesn't know what on earth she would do without them.
`BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE !
YOUR NAME, Nicole
YOUR AGE, Seventeen
ROLE-PLAY EXPERIENCE, Five to six years
HOW YOU FOUND US, Through my friend
FACE CLAIM, Bonnie Wright
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE,
The frail body of eighteen year old Dominique Jones, laid curled up on her best friend’s couch. After her shocking confessions on E.T. last night, the girl had refused to go home, afraid of the inevitable blow-up her father would have once catching sight of her. She’d exposed his darkest secret, and although most people probably just thought she was an angst-y teenager, he would be pissed. There was no doubt in her mind that he would beat her again, just like old times. She did not want that to happen ever again; not to her, not to anyone. No one deserved that kind of mental and physical pain.
Just the thought of his fist made her shudder, curling herself tighter into a ball. Dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, hiding her eyes tearful eyes, which were evoked by fear. She continued to sob lightly as the first rays of the morning sun filled the living room and washed over her, warm and content; the opposite of how she was feeling. Now that the truth was out, she was more fearful for her life than ever before, knowing that her father would never forgive her for tainting his reputation. Though, he’d never forgiven her for “killing her mother” either, so why did it matter.
As the day began, she tried to as well. The girl rose from the couch, stretching out her sore muscles and wiping away the new tears, and headed towards the guest bathroom, hoping not to wake anyone. She stripped from her pajamas and hoped into the steaming shower, letting the scalding water wash over her body. Finally relaxing, she stopped thinking about her father, and let her thoughts drift to her current project, The Face on the Milk Carton, a movie in which she played Janie, a girl who was kidnapped at a very young age but never found out until she saw her own face on the back of a milk carton. (It’s a book I’ve read, sorry that I can’t be original ). Her co-star Tyler Adenhart was definitely one of the best actors of her generation, and she couldn’t wait to be working with that kind of talent. Today was the first day of shooting, thank goodness.
As she finished her shower, she stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, scrunching her nose a bit and making a face at herself. It wasn’t that Dom didn’t like her appearance; it was that she looked too much like her mother. This fact only brought more pain into the household, and possibly caused her father to hate her even more. Of course, not wanting to think about the man, she shook the thought out of her mind and continued with her daily routine.
No make-up today; the people on set would take care of it, along with her hair. She dried it first, before placing it in a high and sleek ponytail, which made it easy to maintain before going onto the set. Dom pulled on her clothes, a form-fitting, dark purple blouse and a pair of jeans, completing the look with a pair of cute heels. Although she would be changing into her ‘Janie’ wardrobe as soon as she got on set, it didn’t hurt to look nice in case she ran into anybody special beforehand.
Once all of that was done, she headed out the door, car keys in hand, and thanked her friend for the night’s stay. Once in her BMW, she zoomed towards the studio, just barely missing the morning traffic. It didn’t take her long to arrive, and when she did there was a bunch of paparazzi standing outside the gates, waiting for her arrival. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Dominique readied herself for all the questions and whatnot, regarding last night’s interview. With her head held high, she marched towards the doors, trying to ignore the reporters and photographers.
However, it was easier said than done. Some of the more fearless photographers grabbed at her, and jeered, causing her confident front to fade. “Please leave me alone,” she asked politely, starting for the entrance of the studio. The large group wouldn’t let her through, in spite of her efforts, and suddenly she felt like a little girl again. The tears were forming, although she couldn’t let them go here, not now. Her eyes searched around for another way out, but finding none, she bit her lip and waited for the tears to spill over.
GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY,[/font]
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I've been waiting for my dreams to turn into something I could believe in..
`TAKE MY HAND !
NAME, Ginevra Molly Weasley
DATE OF BIRTH, August 11, 1981
GENDER, Female
HOUSE, Gryffindor
ERA, Present
YEAR, Fourth
OCCUPATION, Student
SPECIAL ABILITY, Ginny's bat boogey hex spells are a force to be reckoned with.
CANON OR ORIGINAL?, Canon
`AND LET'S RUN AWAY !
EYES, Brown
HAIR, Flaming Red, shoulder-length with layers.
WEIGHT, One hundred and twenty pounds
HEIGHT, Five foot, four inches
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES/FLAWS, Her red hair and freckles are the typical features of a Weasley, and by far her favorites.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS, Ears.
OVER ALL APPEARANCE,
Not unlike all her Weasley relatives, Ginny inherited the ginger hair, which she keeps shoulder-length, and the immense amounts of freckles that stain her face and shoulders. Her eyes are a bright, soulful brown, much like her mother Molly's and they are defintely windows to her soul. That is, if you look hard enough. She doesn't like to draw too much attention to herself, so the girl hardly wears any heavy make-up, keeping it limited to blush and mascara on a daily basis. Her gangly form is usually wrapped up in boyish clothes, at least, when she wants to be comfortable. Although she is a tom-boy (thanks to growing up with six older brothers,) Ginny does dress girly and feel girly from time to time. Especially when she wants to grab somebodies attention.
EYES, Brown
HAIR, Flaming Red, shoulder-length with layers.
WEIGHT, One hundred and twenty pounds
HEIGHT, Five foot, four inches
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES/FLAWS, Her red hair and freckles are the typical features of a Weasley, and by far her favorites.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS, Ears.
OVER ALL APPEARANCE,
Not unlike all her Weasley relatives, Ginny inherited the ginger hair, which she keeps shoulder-length, and the immense amounts of freckles that stain her face and shoulders. Her eyes are a bright, soulful brown, much like her mother Molly's and they are defintely windows to her soul. That is, if you look hard enough. She doesn't like to draw too much attention to herself, so the girl hardly wears any heavy make-up, keeping it limited to blush and mascara on a daily basis. Her gangly form is usually wrapped up in boyish clothes, at least, when she wants to be comfortable. Although she is a tom-boy (thanks to growing up with six older brothers,) Ginny does dress girly and feel girly from time to time. Especially when she wants to grab somebodies attention.
`WITHOUT A BACKWARD GLANCE !
LIKES,
Quidditch
Magic
Cauldron Cakes
Butterbeer
Praise
Learning
Reading
Flying around on her broom, feeling the wind in her hair.
Harry Potter
Michael Corner
Boys, in general
Flirting
The Hogwarts grounds
Herbology class
Dancing
Smiling
Having control
Dueling
Getting her way
Talking with Hermione
Annoying her brothers
Hugs from her parents
Family Reunions
Her sanctuary -- her bedroom
DISLIKES,
Being told what she can or can't do
Slytherins
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
Marmalade
Pickles
Having attention solely to herself.
Darkness
Being rejected
Embarrassment
Rules
Not being able to do something because she's a girl, or not old enough.
Comet two-sixties
Transfiguration class
Muggle sports
China dolls
FEARS,
Her family or friends dying.
Being alone.
He-who-Must-Not-Be-Named conquering the world.
Harry leaving
Being rejected
Dying alone
WANTS,
Harry Potter.
A broom.
Success.
More money.
STRENGTHS,
Playing Chaser for the Gryffindor team.
Defense Against the Dark Arts class
Hexes
Being there for her friends
Spellcasting
Reading
Decorating
WEAKNESSES,
Talking about her feelings
Keeping her temper in line
Not saying what's on her mind
Keeping her mouth shut in general.
Make-up or anything girly like that.
Poetry
PotionsHABITS/QUIRKS,
Clams up when she's nervous
Tucks her wand behind her ear while working.
Recoils away from diaries, because of her fear of being possessed again.
Babbles on about Quidditch if the subject is ever brought up. She won't stop.
Twirls her hair around her finger when bored.
SECRETS, Ginny is completely smitten with Harry Potter. Many suspect but they don't even know the half of it.
OVER ALL PERSONALITY,
Ginny is an outspoken, confident, and kind individual. She doesn't back down to a challenge, and always stands up for what she believes in, no matter how high the cost. It's difficult for her to keep a can on those feelings, because they're always so strong. Ginny also isn't afraid to talk to people, or look foolish in front of them (as long as she's having fun). She's friendly to new students, and makes sure people feel right at home when they're with her. The girl would also give up her life for any of her friends, since they all mean so much to her. She doesn't know what on earth she would do without them.
`FOR ONE MORE NIGHT !
PARENTS, Molly and Arthur Weasley
SIBLINGS,
Bill Weasley
Charlie Weasley
Percy Weasley
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Ron Weasley
PETS, None of her own.
HOMETOWN, Devon, England.
OVER ALL HISTORY,
Ginevra Molly Weasley was born on a humid August night, the seventh child of Molly and Arthur Weasley and the first girl in the Weasley family for generations. With six older brothers growing up was a challenge for the little girl. She could never wear the overly-girly clothes that she wanted without jokes being cracked at her every move nor could she escape the pranks her brothers played. They were always picking on her, which in the long run toughened her up. Ginny learned to not take things so personally, and her fighting skills had to be like those of a prize fighter in the ring if she wanted to keep her pride in tact during a fight with her older brothers.
Eleven years of torture, filled with many bruises and cuts, passed by ever so slowly and the small girl wondered how long it would take for her Hogwarts letter to arrive. She wanted to start living up to her full potential as a witch, and to become a powerful and famous sorcerer. Plus, she wanted to play on the Gryffindor House Quidditch team just like Fred and George. It was a dream Ginny had had since she'd gained a conscience. Her brothers, along with her father, had instilled not only a rugged toughness but also a passion for the sport in her. For hours on end in the summertime Quidditch was played by the Weasley children in teams, Fred and George against the rest. This summertime ritual was a favorite of hers, and the boys promised her she was good enough to make the Gryffindor House Team. The little girl took pride in that.
Once she recieved her Hogwarts letter, things got a whole lot more interesting. While attending her first year at the school, a diary was put into Ginny's posession, which proved to be dangerous. It wasn't just any regular leather bounded diary; It was the diary of Tom Riddle, otherwise known as Lord Voldemort. He possessed her, and nearly killed her in the Chamber of Secrets. Luckily for her, Harry Potter came to her rescue, risking his own life to save hers.
PARENTS, Molly and Arthur Weasley
SIBLINGS,
Bill Weasley
Charlie Weasley
Percy Weasley
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Ron Weasley
PETS, None of her own.
HOMETOWN, Devon, England.
OVER ALL HISTORY,
Ginevra Molly Weasley was born on a humid August night, the seventh child of Molly and Arthur Weasley and the first girl in the Weasley family for generations. With six older brothers growing up was a challenge for the little girl. She could never wear the overly-girly clothes that she wanted without jokes being cracked at her every move nor could she escape the pranks her brothers played. They were always picking on her, which in the long run toughened her up. Ginny learned to not take things so personally, and her fighting skills had to be like those of a prize fighter in the ring if she wanted to keep her pride in tact during a fight with her older brothers.
Eleven years of torture, filled with many bruises and cuts, passed by ever so slowly and the small girl wondered how long it would take for her Hogwarts letter to arrive. She wanted to start living up to her full potential as a witch, and to become a powerful and famous sorcerer. Plus, she wanted to play on the Gryffindor House Quidditch team just like Fred and George. It was a dream Ginny had had since she'd gained a conscience. Her brothers, along with her father, had instilled not only a rugged toughness but also a passion for the sport in her. For hours on end in the summertime Quidditch was played by the Weasley children in teams, Fred and George against the rest. This summertime ritual was a favorite of hers, and the boys promised her she was good enough to make the Gryffindor House Team. The little girl took pride in that.
Once she recieved her Hogwarts letter, things got a whole lot more interesting. While attending her first year at the school, a diary was put into Ginny's posession, which proved to be dangerous. It wasn't just any regular leather bounded diary; It was the diary of Tom Riddle, otherwise known as Lord Voldemort. He possessed her, and nearly killed her in the Chamber of Secrets. Luckily for her, Harry Potter came to her rescue, risking his own life to save hers.
`BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE !
YOUR NAME, Nicole
YOUR AGE, Seventeen
ROLE-PLAY EXPERIENCE, Five to six years
HOW YOU FOUND US, Through my friend
FACE CLAIM, Bonnie Wright
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE,
The frail body of eighteen year old Dominique Jones, laid curled up on her best friend’s couch. After her shocking confessions on E.T. last night, the girl had refused to go home, afraid of the inevitable blow-up her father would have once catching sight of her. She’d exposed his darkest secret, and although most people probably just thought she was an angst-y teenager, he would be pissed. There was no doubt in her mind that he would beat her again, just like old times. She did not want that to happen ever again; not to her, not to anyone. No one deserved that kind of mental and physical pain.
Just the thought of his fist made her shudder, curling herself tighter into a ball. Dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, hiding her eyes tearful eyes, which were evoked by fear. She continued to sob lightly as the first rays of the morning sun filled the living room and washed over her, warm and content; the opposite of how she was feeling. Now that the truth was out, she was more fearful for her life than ever before, knowing that her father would never forgive her for tainting his reputation. Though, he’d never forgiven her for “killing her mother” either, so why did it matter.
As the day began, she tried to as well. The girl rose from the couch, stretching out her sore muscles and wiping away the new tears, and headed towards the guest bathroom, hoping not to wake anyone. She stripped from her pajamas and hoped into the steaming shower, letting the scalding water wash over her body. Finally relaxing, she stopped thinking about her father, and let her thoughts drift to her current project, The Face on the Milk Carton, a movie in which she played Janie, a girl who was kidnapped at a very young age but never found out until she saw her own face on the back of a milk carton. (It’s a book I’ve read, sorry that I can’t be original ). Her co-star Tyler Adenhart was definitely one of the best actors of her generation, and she couldn’t wait to be working with that kind of talent. Today was the first day of shooting, thank goodness.
As she finished her shower, she stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, scrunching her nose a bit and making a face at herself. It wasn’t that Dom didn’t like her appearance; it was that she looked too much like her mother. This fact only brought more pain into the household, and possibly caused her father to hate her even more. Of course, not wanting to think about the man, she shook the thought out of her mind and continued with her daily routine.
No make-up today; the people on set would take care of it, along with her hair. She dried it first, before placing it in a high and sleek ponytail, which made it easy to maintain before going onto the set. Dom pulled on her clothes, a form-fitting, dark purple blouse and a pair of jeans, completing the look with a pair of cute heels. Although she would be changing into her ‘Janie’ wardrobe as soon as she got on set, it didn’t hurt to look nice in case she ran into anybody special beforehand.
Once all of that was done, she headed out the door, car keys in hand, and thanked her friend for the night’s stay. Once in her BMW, she zoomed towards the studio, just barely missing the morning traffic. It didn’t take her long to arrive, and when she did there was a bunch of paparazzi standing outside the gates, waiting for her arrival. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Dominique readied herself for all the questions and whatnot, regarding last night’s interview. With her head held high, she marched towards the doors, trying to ignore the reporters and photographers.
However, it was easier said than done. Some of the more fearless photographers grabbed at her, and jeered, causing her confident front to fade. “Please leave me alone,” she asked politely, starting for the entrance of the studio. The large group wouldn’t let her through, in spite of her efforts, and suddenly she felt like a little girl again. The tears were forming, although she couldn’t let them go here, not now. Her eyes searched around for another way out, but finding none, she bit her lip and waited for the tears to spill over.