Post by fred cadmus weasley on Jun 8, 2010 19:42:46 GMT -5
DEATH AND ALL HIS FRIENDS
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I DON'T WANNA BATTLE FROM BEGINNING TO END
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[/color] Fred Cadmus Weasley
FULL NAME ,
NICKNAMES ,[/color] Freddy, Fred-o –basically any variation on Fred you can think of. (He’d probably respond to ‘oi dickhead’ if you tried it)
AGE ,[/color] Seventeen
YEAR ,[/color] Seven
OCCUPATION ,[/color] Student,
SEXUALITY ,[/color] Straight – although there was that rumour last year that he—well. It was only a rumour.
HOUSE ,[/color] Gryffindor
WAND ,[/color] 11 ½ inches, hazel, hippogriff claw core.
PLAY-BY ,[/color] Nicholas Bermberg
SECRETS ,[/color] Okay so….He once kissed another lad. In all fairness, they were both steaming drunk and it didn’t really mean anything. Well, it meant ‘I’m pissed, I’m horny, you’re right there within easy reaching distance…infact, I don’t even have to stand up I can just roll over and ….’
He knows that James is headed somewhere dark, but every time he brings it up, they fight. And it’s killing him. He also knows he should probably tell someone, maybe talk to his dad or a teacher, but he’s still trying to lie and convince himself it’s all okay.
DREAMS ,[/color] It’s a real cliché, but he wants to be a world famous Beater. He’s got his heart set on the Falmouth Falcons, but hell, he’d even join the Chudley Cannons if they asked him!
OVERALL PERSONALITY ,[/color]
Fred is very much like his namesake in his attitude to life, he’s a joker that is far more likely to smile than frown – in public that is. He has a very well cultivated public persona, he lets people see him how they want to, smiling, joking and laughing, however, when on his own, he can become really quite melancholy and tends to be a worrier. He even hides his doubts and worries from his best friend, determined not to bring James down with him.
He is a very strong person – physically and mentally, although he has a sensitive side that sometimes drags him down. He thinks about things far too much, goes over his mistakes in his head over and over, but he refuses to talk to people about his ‘emotions’. That’s not to say that he’s a total downer, crying in the corner all the time – quite the opposite in fact! Fred is often the life and soul of the party, brightening up any room he’s in! (despite the fact he didn’t inherit his father’s practically neon hair) In fact, when James Potter and Fred Weasley are in a room together, it can be a little…overwhelming to say the least.
Fred is also known as a bit of a…well…womaniser. It’s not really intentional, he just has a short attention span! I mean, on Friday, he might really fancy a blonde and then well…by Sunday, she’ll have talked his ear off and that quiet, bookish brunette that sits next to him in Arithmancy might be just the ticket!
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I DON'T WANNA CYCLE OR RECYCLE REVENGE
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[/color] Angelina Weasley (nee Johnson)
MOTHER ,
FATHER ,[/color] George Weasley
SIBLINGS ,[/color] Roxanne Weasley
PETS ,[/color] A young barn owl called – not very originally – Barney.
OTHER FAMILY ,[/color] Is it even worth reeling off the entire Weasley family? It might take several hours!
WEALTH CLASS ,[/color] Reasonably well off, Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, his father’s business is still going strong.
HOMETOWN ,[/color] Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, England
OVERALL HISTORY ,[/color]
Freddy’s a lucky lad really. He had a halcyon childhood, allowed by his parents to pretty much run wild. He never had a chance to be shy, what with being bought up around such a large, loud and happy family. Although often there was family around – and also their extended family, the Potters (and Teddy Lupin -–baby-sitter extraordinare), Fred still liked to go off on his own, exploring the near by woods, wading in the river, bringing home jam-jars full of tadpoles and dejected looking newts. He was in no way a mollycoddled child and he swiftly grew confident and independent. There’s not really much that can be said about his childhood other than the fact it was fairly idyllic. He even got on well with his little sister, Roxanne – in fact, he still does, despite the fact he is fiercely protective of her (two months ago he put that Wilkes boy in the hospital wing just for looking at her funny!).
Hogwarts was the best thing that could have happened to Fred. He and James Potter became closer friends, being sorted into the same house and they stuck close together but surrounded themselves with a large group of friends and admirers, fast becoming very popular within the school. The pair became renowned for their pranks and fights, loved amongst the staff and pupils for brightening any class they were in. However more recently – the dynamic has changed, James seems to be more brooding and quiet, less willing to play around with Fred. Fred doesn’t like it one bit and although he can see something is wrong, he is trying to close his eyes to it and just carry on like normal. It’s not that he doesn’t care…it’s that he cares too much, he constantly worries about his best friend. They’ve even fought about James’s strange behaviour on quite a few occasions now – there’s tension in the ranks and anyone around them can feel it. Like the sudden, horrible quiet before a thunder storm after the first flash of lightening. You know the booming, rumbling, crashing noise is coming – it’s just a matter of time.
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I DON'T WANNA FOLLOW DEATH AND ALL OF HIS FRIENDS
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[/color] Bov, Bovril, Bovvy
NAME/ALIAS ,
EXPERIENCE ,[/color] I own a HP first war rpg site…But I’ve been rping for…9 years?
OTHER CHARACTERS,[/color] none yet!
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,[/color]
[/blockquote] He didn’t like doing it – fighting like an animal, but sometimes, when times were particularly hard and lack of money was becoming an issue, Remus Lupin fought for cash. One of the few advantages of being a Werewolf was the inherent strength, and why the hell not use what he’d been given? Since moving out of the family home, Remus had been fighting more – having no job and needing money to pay his rent. There were a series of ‘Fight Clubs’ that moved up and down the country and Remus had fought in almost all of them, trying not to go to the same one more than three times, not particularly eager for people to get to know him (or study him and try to find his weakness). He usually just turned up and fought whoever challenged him, but this week, something was different. He was out to get someone.
Fenrir Greyback, to be precise.
It was a rainwashed evening, the streets slick with water, the air damp and bitter smelling as the young Werewolf carefully made his way through the old Industrial estate, trying to ignore the cold, empty and staring windows of the abandoned factories. He squared his shoulders as his ears pricked, hearing the familiar, far off sort of sound of jeering, the close, heady scent of sweat and blood and sawdust. He wasted no time following the noise, finding, eventually, the old Warehouse that was being used this time around.
The place was packed, hot with too many bodies crammed in a too small space, the air thick and steaming with hormones. Dark eyes followed him as he walked through the crowds, signing himself up with the head honcho, a tall, lean and mean looking individual with pockmarked skin and thick, oily blonde hair plastered back against his skull. He got a few raised eyebrows as he lodged his challenge, throwing down his entry fee defiantly and skulking off to a quiet corner to shed his shirt and wait for his go.
Remus had been waiting for an excuse to fight Fenrir Greyback almost his whole life. Years of rage seethed under his calm exterior, burning painfully in his chest, tainting everything he did. When Eve let slip she had been 'kidnapped', it was perfect. It seemed like the valid excuse he'd been waiting for. Bile rose in his throat as he even thought about the other man. He couldn't remember what he looked like, but he sure as hell knew he'd recognise him in a heartbeat. He'd already caught his dirty, canid scent in the room. [/blockquote]
