Post by callie cordelia weasley. on Jun 19, 2010 6:54:57 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] callie cordelia weasley.
FULL NAME ,
NICKNAMES ,[/color] cal, weasley, titch.
AGE ,[/color] sixteen.
YEAR ,[/color] sixth.
OCCUPATION ,[/color] student.
SEXUALITY ,[/color] heterosexual.
HOUSE ,[/color] gryffindor.
WAND ,[/color] 12 & 1 / 2 inches, hazel & dragon heartstring.
PLAY-BY ,[/color] erika altosaar.
SECRETS ,[/color] she's afraid of the dark ( she never grew out of that particular phase ) she lost her virginity last summer to one of her muggle friends & she can't actually remember which friend or if she agreed to it, & muggle technology fascinates her.
DREAMS ,[/color] she'd love to be a professional quidditch player one day, or work somewhere involving muggles. she'd even consider working in muggle london.
OVERALL PERSONALITY ,[/color] loud , over-the-top , excitable , childish.
callie is, without a doubt, a big kid. she loves to run around and act like a child half her age and spares no thought whatsoever for the important things in life. she barely scraped through her OWLs and rather than shock her into submission, callie seems more determined than ever to enjoy her life as it is and refuses to grow up into the young lady she is inevitably becoming. responsibility is something foreign to her, and therefore, avoided. callie has never had to take care of anything in her life ( with the exception of jessie, but jessie is an exceptionally odd cat and appears to possess her own magical powers, something callie swears are her own that jess stole when she was a kitten ) and she wants it to stay that way. she's loud and easily excitable and is often over-the-top due to her nature.
stubborn , loyal , independent , short-tempered.
callie is incredibly loyal to those she calls her friends, and will do anything to defend them should the situation arise. it doesn't take much to get underneath callie's skin and to annoy her, and more often than not, she will revert to the muggle style of fist-fighting if her family is involved. she likes to believe that she is fully independent and doesn't need anyone bar herself, but everyone around her knows that without her family and friends, callie would crumble. she's as stubborn as a mule and will not do what you say regardless of who you are. she likes to do things on her own terms and doesn't like people ordering her about. she will argue a point until she is blue in the face even if she is wrong because she will simply refuse to give in.
tease , slacker , determined , petty.
callie takes pleasure in teasing others, whether that is in the bedroom or elsewhere. she is no virgin, but she's no slut, and she enjoys making people feel awkward around her because she loves to feel wanted. she's smart, but she just doesn't try. she doesn't see any point in even bothering because she doesn't know what she wants to do in life yet. she's not a fan of hard work and would rather fall into her career than strive for it for years and years and years. when callie wants something, she will stop at nothing to make sure she gets it; even petty revenge isn't above her. callie can hold a grudge for months on end and will refuse to speak to someone she has had an argument with unless they speak to her first. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
I DON'T WANNA CYCLE OR RECYCLE REVENGE
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[/color] maria weasley.
MOTHER ,
FATHER ,[/color] charlie weasley.
SIBLINGS ,[/color] charlie weasley jr, chester weasley, & two younger brothers.
PETS ,[/color] the family owl, pandorica, & a cat, named jessie.
OTHER FAMILY ,[/color] the weasley families, & the potters.
WEALTH CLASS ,[/color] middle-class.
HOMETOWN ,[/color] ottery st catchpole.
OVERALL HISTORY ,[/color] • callie was born on august twenty-third to charlie & maria weasley. by the time she was two, her younger brother joined the family, & just three years later, the youngest weasley arrived. her childhood was crazy, but she loved it.
• she received her hogwarts letter aged ten, & didn't stop running around in excitement for days. callie had shown strong magical potential since she'd been three years old. once on the hogwarts express, callie made firm friends with the people in her carriage, & even roped rose into her little gang. she wanted to be in hufflepuff, like her big brother chester, but when the hat shouted 'gryffindor', callie squealed & ran off to join her multiple cousins.
• her first three years at hogwarts were spent working her little arse off. her aunt hermione had drilled 'study study study' into callie's head from a young age so that was what she did, until her fourth year. callie stopped working quite so hard & started playing around, talking in class & getting into trouble almost constantly. she tried out for the quidditch team aged fourteen, & made it, joining the team as one of the chasers. *
• callie barely passed her OWLs, failing two & getting a smack around the head from her grandma & aunt hermione. out of all of her cousins, callie was the only one to fail some of her exams. ( though, like she reminded them again & again, she passed eight; & who needed history of magic & divination anyway? )
• over the summer before her sixth year, callie made friends with some of the local muggles, always careful to hide her awe at all the muggle technology they owned. she particularly loves fairy lights ( they aren't made with real fairies! ) & the little rectangles people talk into. her friends don't know she's a witch & they are under the impression that callie is a boarding school student, which explains her long absences. not long before callie returned to hogwarts, she lost her virginity to dexter, ( the boy with the talking rectangle ) & she's not completely sure whether she agreed to it or not. she wasn't too impressed by the whole thing; if she's honest, she found it more painful than enjoyable, though the end was quite nice.
• callie's back for her sixth year at hogwarts, & plans to have as much fun as possible.
( * apparently, ceci weasley seems to have been deleted, so i hope it's okay i had callie take her position instead? if not, i can edit it out. )
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I DON'T WANNA FOLLOW DEATH AND ALL OF HIS FRIENDS
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[/color] zoe.
NAME/ALIAS ,
EXPERIENCE ,[/color] two & a half years.
OTHER CHARACTERS,[/color] none yet.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,[/color]
she knew the elder vampire wouldn't let her do what she wanted. she knew getting things her way was out of the question. she said it purely to get to him, to get on his nerves. she didn't care if he was 'taking her out'; she knew he didn't want to any more than jamie actually wanted to spend time with him. if she was going to be forced to be around him then she was going to make damn well certain they were as much fun for her as possible, & if that meant annoying a two hundred year old vampire, then so be it. if he wanted her to act like a decent, submissive person then he had another thing coming. he clearly had no idea who jaimeson colton was. jamie was difficult, rude, stubborn, defiant. she was annoying & loudmouthed. she never listened to anyone who wasn't herself & that was the way it had always been. she smirked to herself as she heard silence behind her, knowing she'd succeeded in her attempt to piss him off, & continued to climb the stairs, purposefully walking slowly. she was going to milk this for all she was worth; she'd do everything in her power to make this .. this .. trip .. as awkward as she possibly could. vampires were so easy to annoy, even easier than her mother. jamie constantly annoyed everyone because it gave her something to do. she was good at it, so why shouldn't she do it? she didn't even care that stephen was considerably older than her & could kill her with a flick of his wrist; if she was completely honest, she was half hoping it would come to that.
she pushed open the door to the basement & simply raised an eyebrow at the vampires 'guarding' her as they moved forwards, obviously thinking that she was, yet again, attempting to escape. her smirk widened, & she looked over her shoulder momentarily at the elder vampire, turning her whole body to face him shortly after. he hadn't moved at all. he was still stood there, motionless. jamie almost grinned, almost. jamie didn't grin, not ever. she was a smirker. she smirked when she was amused, or when she wanted something. most times, she just scowled at people. she'd been doing much more scowling lately; there hadn't really been much to smirk over. she blinked, & in the time it had taken her to open & close her eyes, he'd moved. she felt him collide with her, & then a growl ripped from her throat as she felt the wall slam into her back with bone-breaking force ( had she still been human ). she struggled to move, to push him out of the way, but then hands were placed against her shoulders, pinning her to the wall so tightly that not even a piece of paper would fit behind her. she continued to struggle, trying to shift her body this way & that way, attempting to dislodge the elder vampire's grip for just a second. a second would be all she'd need. a second would enable her to wriggle away & run. she probably wouldn't get far, but she'd get far enough. she glared as he echoed her growl, curling her hands into fists, wincing as her nails pierced the soft flesh of her palms. if she could just move her arms, she'd dig her nails into his.
she tried to shrink away as his head inched closer to hers, but she was already as close to the wall as she could possibly be. there was nowhere else for her to move. she gritted her teeth as the elder vampire emitted a soft growl, struggling not to growl right back. she was so .. so .. so small compared to him. she was tiny, miniscule. jamie had always been the small one, even amongst her friends. she was by no means short - she was average height; five foot six at the last measurement - but she was slight. slender. skinny. she'd never been one for eating much back when she was human, opting instead for a diet of pills & vodka. pressed up against stephen like this, she could only feel .. vulnerable, & whenever jaimeson started to feel vulnerable, she panicked. she went straight into defensive mode & she would not stop until whatever was making her feel that way vanished. she tried to stretch her neck away as she felt fangs on her neck - a leftover reflex action - & snarled, wincing again as the fangs pierced through her skin. he couldn't drink her blood now. he couldn't. she wasn't a human anymore. she wasn't food anymore. she held no nutritional value, therefore, this .. bite .. this .. ridiculously seductive bite was clearly designed to teach her something. perhaps it was 'don't make me look stupid' or .. or maybe even 'stop being a brat'. either way, jamie planned on repeating her performance. she could feel every inch of him pressed up against her, & she immediately stilled.
she couldn't decide whether she really liked his lips at her neck or despised them.
she couldn't tell if her skin felt like crawling off or like it was burning.
she couldn't tell if she hated stephen or if she wanted him.
she glared, more directed at herself than stephen, & instinctually snapped her fangs into place, not entirely sure what she could do. she hated being so powerless, so vulnerable. she'd make him pay for this, she would. she almost shivered at the sleeve of her tank top slipping down her arm, instantly squashing the reaction the moment she felt it coming. this felt too much like he was trying to get under her skin, like he was trying to give her the impression that much more .. much naughtier actions would be done to her.
she immediately made her mind up to continue being a brat the moment she realised this.
“no, we do things my way.”
& just like that, he'd gone. he was no longer pressed up against jaimeson & she could move again. her hand instantly flew up to her neck, searching for the bite wound, & finding none. she found blood though, lots of it. she only just remembered that her hands were covered in blood too. she didn't answer him as he spoke, reverting back to her previous silence. she didn't like that she couldn't get over her own way.
“we’ll hit up a tourist nightclub. you like clubs, right?"
again, no answer. she watched as he moved away, & didn't move. she glared at his retreating back for a few seconds, before rolling her eyes, & following behind him.
she hated vampires.
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