Post by ron on Jul 16, 2011 2:49:55 GMT -5
RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY
[/color][/font]They call him the Weasel
No one calls him the Weasel
But they should
Ron Weasley is my best friend
Even though no one calls him the Weasel [/color][/font]
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you said you'd light a candle and you'd say a prayer for me
[/color][/font]you said you'd light a candle and you'd say a prayer for me
WELL I FEEL THE LIGHT HAS DIMMED[/color][/font]
and gone; and half the world is begging while the other half steals.
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name:
nicknames: Ron
gender: Male
age: Fifteen
year: Fifth
birth date: March 1, 1980
house: Gryffindor
blood type: Pureblood
sexual orientation: Heterosexual[/color][/font]
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oh, where did everything go wrong?
[/color][/font]oh, where did everything go wrong?
WELL, SOME DAYS I CAN'T BELIEVE[/color][/font]
others i'm on my knees, trying to be heard.
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physical description: Ron is finally starting to look like a man, rather than some awkward ginger. He has always been tall, standing currently at 6’2. He likes lording over the little people, especially Harry and Hermione. Being tall offers many opportunities, such as being able to see things much further away. Whenever big crowds separate the trio, Ron just stands completely erect and finds his friends. Lucky for his friends, Ron also sticks out since he is so tall and because of his bright red Weasley hair. Seriously, the only non-Weasley red-head in the school is Susan Bones, and she’s a Hufflepuff, so no one really cares. He likes to keep it a few inches above his shoulders, but oftentimes, his mother hisses that he’s turning into Bill and then proceeds to cut his hair to right below his ears. Ron has steely blue eyes that are much less prominent than his large nose. Ron is very expressive through his eyes. The easiest way to tell if Ron is mad at you is just to look at his eyes. If he’s glaring, he’s probably mad at you. If he’s not, you might be safe. Ron has strong arms from playing Quidditch at home with his brothers. His arms and legs are very long, but thankfully, he does not look like the gangly boy he once did. Ron really has no style at all. He wears a pair of jeans and whatever t-shirt does not smell too bad, all hidden under whatever pair of robes he grabbed. During the school year, he’s hardly ever seen outside of his school uniform. Ron really hates the way he looks. He knows he looks like the unwanted scarecrow with his lankiness, red hair and freckles. After all, everyone calls gingers the unwanted step-child for a reason.
play by: Rupert Grint
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i was your anger, and you were my fear.
[/color][/font]i was your anger, and you were my fear.
AND NOW THAT IT'S OVER, OF COURSE IT'S[/color][/font]
so clear, but you were no angel, and i was no sin.
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YOU HAVE A CHOICE BETWEEN THE LISTING BELOW OR THE OVERALL PERSONALITY. DO NOT DO BOTH.
likes: “Oh, sure, I like a lot of things. I love Quidditch. I love playing, but watching is also great. Oh, I also like girls. Girls are great. Well, some. Some are just sort of crazy. Hermione can be a bit crazy, sometimes. Especially when she gets started on S.P.E.W. But she can be okay, too. What was I talking about? Oh yeah, I love my mum’s cooking. She’s wicked at it. Better than the house elves, I think. I also like food. If it’s edible, I’ll probably eat it. I like the Chudley Cannons. Their year is coming, honest. I like not having to worry about whether You-Know-Who is going to try to do in my best mate. Then there’s some stupid stuff that I wouldn’t admit to people. That excited look Hermione gets when she figures out something. That great feeling I feel when I do something important, like with the Chess game first year. I like when Ginny sticks up for herself. I like being the older brother that’s always around to protect her, but it makes me feel good when she can stand up for herself. She’s a tough kid, but I won’t tell her that. I like when Harry and I just get each other. In fourth year, he was the only person I would ever tell that I was positively frightened of asking a girl to the ball. He’s kind of like a brother, but better, because I already have so many of those. But I’m gonna shut up before I sound like some sort of nancy boy.”
dislikes: “Dislikes? Where to start? I can’t stand Slytherin scum. Malfoy’s at the top of that. He’s a right prat. Goes around making fun of people because they’re not as rich as he is. At least my parents care about me, Malfoy. I also can’t stand You-Know-Who. I mean, come on, who can? Well, other than his Death Eaters. I don’t like them either. They’re just plain evil. Snape goes along with that. Always knew Harry was right about him. Nobody hates a student that much unless they’re evil. I also don’t like when people try to get me to say You-Know-Who’s name. Oh, sure, Harry and Hermione say it, but they don’t know what it was like growing up back then. Okay, I was a baby, but I heard enough stories. Since we’re naming all of the people I dislike, let’s throw in Krum. That guy is just bad news. He pretends to be a good guy by being such a good Quidditch player, but he just uses that status to try to get girls. Jerk. I can’t stand when guys flirt with my baby sister. Or Hermione. I also can’t stand when Hermione flirts back. With anyone but me, of course. I hate homework, especially when I have to skip a meal to do so. I just hate the library. I also hate Defense Against the Dark Arts. And Potions. And spiders. And, pretty much any creature Hagrid likes. They’re bloody scary.”
strengths: “Well, I’m good at Chess. I guess you could go as far as saying I’m strategic, but I don’t think so. That’s more Hermione. I’m pretty loyal. I’d do absolutely anything for Harry, Hermione and my family. I’m also funny, especially if you ask Luna. I’m good at Quidditch, I play Keeper. I’m also good at being Harry’s best mate. That might sound easy, but it’s not. You have to put up with always being pushed to the side and there’s the big thing about fighting You-Know-Who with him. Not everyone could do that.”
weaknesses: “I’m pretty bad at keeping my temper in check. All Weasleys are. I think I might be the worst, right after Ginny and Mum. I have a really hard time pretending to care. If something disinterests me, I’m not going to pretend it doesn’t. Sometimes this happens when Hermione says something really smart. I know what she’s saying is smart, I just can’t follow. Schoolwork is also difficult. Thank Merlin for Hermione though. She makes sure it gets done, even if she has to do it for me. I also have a really hard time believing myself. I often need someone else to encourage me. I have a really bad ego problem, but don’t tell anyone. It’s just with a completely brilliant best mate and a hero for another best mate, being normal just isn’t good enough. I’m kind of hard on myself, I guess you could say. I’m also terrible at saying the right thing. A lot of the times, I make people feel worse when I’m just trying to help.”
mirror of erised: “I don’t know what I want to do after Hogwarts. Be an Auror, I guess. I just always see myself fighting You-Know-Who and Death Eaters and Slytherins. Maybe one day I won’t have to. That’s my goal, I guess. To live in a world without any of them.”
fears: “Two small things that I’m afraid of are Harry and Hermione dying. Maybe that should be number one, but they’re both so brilliant that I don’t really see it happening. Just sometimes I think about it. Another thing is the Forbidden Forest. I really, really, really hate that place.”
boggart: “I fear giant spiders the most because when I was a kid, Fred turned my teddy bear into a spider and also because Harry and I fought giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest our second year. To make it disappear, I imagine it without its legs.”
dementor: “My worst memory, though no one knows, was in my second year when I discovered Ginny was taken into the Chamber of Secrets. Whenever I’m around dementors, I don’t hear much because from when I read the message on the wall until I heard Harry and Ginny return, I did not hear anything, just me mentally yelling at myself for not paying more attention to my baby sister. I counteract it with the (few) memories I have of us recently being together, such as playing Quidditch together.”
patronus: “My patronus is a Jack Russell terrier. My best memory is from first year, when Dumbledore awarded me all those points for getting past McGonagall’s chess set. It was something I did all by myself, with absolutely no one else’s help.”
relationship status: “Single, of course. It’s sort of hard to find time to snog a girl when you’re running about the castle solving mysteries all of the time. Plus, I just have no clue about girls. I found that out when I took Padma to the Yule Ball. We both had a miserable time. I don’t dance, Padma.”
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but somehow i just can't let it go, can't let it go. half
[/color][/font]but somehow i just can't let it go, can't let it go. half
THE WORLD IS SLEEPING WHILE THE OTHER[/color][/font]
half dreams, you close your eyes and then you're gone
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family: Father: Arthur Weasley
Mother: Molly Weasley
Brothers: Bill Weasley
Charlie Weasley
Percy Weasley
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Sister: Ginny Weasley
overall history: Ron was born March 1, 1980 to Arthur and Molly Weasley. He was the sixth boy, but loved like he was the first. The Weasleys were never disappointed about the birth of another son, since they never expected to have a girl. 17 months later, their unexpected girl was born.
The two youngest were obviously meant to be close. After all, Bill and Charlie were close. Fred and George were close. Percy was the loner, but he had his books and he seemed quite fine with that. When Ron and Ginny were babies, they fought for everything: toys, food, and attention. Ron was always jealous of his sister. They were so close in age, but they were treated so differently. All of his brothers teased him because he was “one of the boys.” Ginny always had the easy life because she was the girl. Oh, sure, the boys were hard on her, too, but they never crossed the line. Fred would never have dared to give Ginny an Acid Pop.
Ron never felt special until Fred and George went to Hogwarts. Then his mother spent all of her free time with Ron and Ginny. They were both very much babied, but Molly knew these were her last children and she wanted to spend as much time with them as she could. She taught them everything they would have learned in primary school. She taught them how to read, how to write, how to do simple math, how to dance (not that anyone knows that) and how to cook. Ron can cook very well, but he never does because he would much rather have his mother cook for him.
Eventually the day came when Ron too was to go to Hogwarts. That summer, he was ridiculed by his brothers about how hard it would be and how he would have to live without Mummy for the first time. He was frightened that he was too stupid, that he would never live up to his brothers and that he would never make any friends.
Yet somehow he did. Somehow he became friends with Harry Potter. The Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. The star of so many bedtime stories that his mother read to him while tucking him in at night. Ron felt special for the first time. The most amazing wizard in the entire world wanted to be friends with him, Ron Weasley, the sixth boy of those gingers who breed like rabbits. Maybe he would have an amazing life.
Then he was Sorted. Gryffindor, of course. Did anyone have any other idea? Oh sure, not all families went into the same House, but with Gryffindor parents and five Gryffindor brothers, everyone just assumed. Besides, Ron never wanted to stick out. He just wanted to be near his brothers, as he was accustomed, and with his new friend, Harry, who also was Sorted into Gryffindor.
During Ron’s first year of Hogwarts, lots of very interesting things happened. Ron made fun of this silly-looking, fact-sprouting know-it-all girl, but later they became friends. Harry became the youngest Quidditch player in a century. They fought a troll. They lost a lot of points. They met a dragon. Ron got bit by a dragon. They lulled a giant three-headed dog to sleep so they could steal a Sorcerer’s Stone from Snape, but it was really Professor Quirrell. Ron didn’t get that far, but he played a wickedly sweet game of Wizard’s chess. Then they won the house cup.
Ron’s second year of Hogwarts had even more chaos. Ron and Harry missed the train to Hogwarts, so they drove Ron’s dad’s car to school. Ron’s wand broke. Ginny was Sorted into Gryffindor (duh). They went to a party celebrating the day Sir Nicholas died. Harry heard voices. A cat was attacked. A Gryffindor first year was attacked. An annoying Hufflepuff and a ghost were attacked. Then, worst of all, Hermione was attacked. Ron had to follow spiders. Ginny was taken into a mythical underground chamber by the Heir of Slytherin. Ron could not save his sister because their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a prat and ruined everything. Hermione got better! Exams were cancelled! They also won the house cup again!
Third year might have been the worst year for Ron. The only plus side of the entire year was that he got to go to Egypt to visit Bill and he got a new wand. An evil murderer was after Harry the entire year, but it turned out it was just Harry’s godfather who wanted to kill Ron’s sort of beloved pet rat, Scabbers. Ron and Hermione fought over and over again. Ron discovered that the rat he let sleep in his bed was the reason Harry had no parents. Years later, the thought still made Ron sick.
Ron and Harry got into the first real fight during their fourth year. After so many years of being in the shadows of his brothers and then of Harry, Ron reached his limit when Harry somehow found himself the fourth Tri-Wizard champion. Part of Ron knew Harry would have told him if he honestly did it, but it was just too much for him. After the first task, Ron and Harry made up. The trio was whole again until Christmas when Hermione went to the Yule Ball with Krum. For the first time ever, Ron appreciated how beautiful his female best friend was. Instead of telling her though, he just acted like a child and pouted. Ron felt that, once again, he lost the thing he wanted (Hermione) to someone who was better than him (Krum, the attractive [well, not really] international Quidditch player). Ron refused to acknowledge those feelings and luckily he was able to push them aside and focus on the fact that (bloody hell!) You-Know-Who was back.
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and maybe my intentions have been misunderstood,
[/color][/font]and maybe my intentions have been misunderstood,
I KNOW YOU FEEL SO BEAUTIFULLY WRONGED[/color][/font]
some days i can't believe, others i'm one my knees.
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age: 21
other characters: None yet
secret phrase: Bloody hell
Ron Weasley never imagined that he would get the Prefect badge. Of course it would be Harry. Harry got everything. He did everything. Hermione would get the badge, because, well, she was brilliant and liked leading things, plus Lavender and Parvati were completely useless unless you wanted a fake palm reading or something equally stupid. But of the five people that lived in his dorm, obviously Harry would get it. All Ron wanted to do this year was just be Keeper. Oliver Wood left Hogwarts, so the position would be open. Ron was pretty decent at Keeping. It’s the position his brothers always made him play when they played against each other. He didn’t have Oliver’s skills, but Oliver had years to perfect them. It was just scary to imagine what his brothers would say if he tried out. Fred and George would take the mickey on him, of course. They always did about everything. But that was all Ron really wanted was to do something brilliant, like Quidditch.
That was, until the red and gold badge fell out of the envelope.
Suddenly, Ron saw a whole new him. One that could impress Hermione. Obviously Hermione would be impressed with him being prefect. They would get to do all sorts of pretty boring tasks, but they would be together and Harry wouldn’t be there and maybe this time he could show her how brilliant Ron Weasley really is. And his mum! Obviously his mum would be really impressed. She knew that having prefect sons meant everything to her. It proved that he would not turn out like Fred and George who barely got by on their grades. They were smart, but they just did not care. But Fred and George would tease him something harsh if he became prefect. Part of him wanted to be like Fred and George. Sure, their only ambition was to work at a shop, but they were just so cool and knew exactly what they wanted. Ron never knew what he wanted. No one would ever call Ron cool.
With all of these thoughts running freely through Ron’s head, he stared at his badge wordlessly, still unable to believe it was his. The badge seemed almost magical. He laid it on his dull black robes and they suddenly looked brand new. Just as he really began to enjoy the badge, Ron thought about Percy and scowled. He would never be anything like Percy. Ron knew that Harry and Dumbledore knew what they were talking about. You-Know-Who was back. Ron wasn’t about to pretend just so he could get a good job at the Ministry of Magic. Ron would never want to work there anyway. The whole place was corrupt. Look at Fudge. Who would want to work for him, other than his stuck-up, good-for-nothing brother? Well, and his dad, but his dad was working with muggles and didn’t have to see Fudge ever.
Trying to rid his thoughts of Percy and the Ministry, Ron thought about the bathroom he would finally get to use. He heard loads about it from Bill and Charlie. It was huge. He could go swimming every day if he wanted. Well, maybe not every day since he had O.W.L.’s this year, but Hermione would get him through like she always did. And he could finally one-up Malfoy. That prat deserved to have hundreds of house points taken off him and now Ron finally could do it.
Fifth year was already turning out to be brilliant, even though the year had not even started. He was prefect, he would get the Keeper position, he would impress everyone, and he would put Malfoy in his place. Grinning to himself, Ron delicately wrapped his badge in a tissue and placed it in the pocket of his robes. He could not wait for fifth year to begin.
That was, until the red and gold badge fell out of the envelope.
Suddenly, Ron saw a whole new him. One that could impress Hermione. Obviously Hermione would be impressed with him being prefect. They would get to do all sorts of pretty boring tasks, but they would be together and Harry wouldn’t be there and maybe this time he could show her how brilliant Ron Weasley really is. And his mum! Obviously his mum would be really impressed. She knew that having prefect sons meant everything to her. It proved that he would not turn out like Fred and George who barely got by on their grades. They were smart, but they just did not care. But Fred and George would tease him something harsh if he became prefect. Part of him wanted to be like Fred and George. Sure, their only ambition was to work at a shop, but they were just so cool and knew exactly what they wanted. Ron never knew what he wanted. No one would ever call Ron cool.
With all of these thoughts running freely through Ron’s head, he stared at his badge wordlessly, still unable to believe it was his. The badge seemed almost magical. He laid it on his dull black robes and they suddenly looked brand new. Just as he really began to enjoy the badge, Ron thought about Percy and scowled. He would never be anything like Percy. Ron knew that Harry and Dumbledore knew what they were talking about. You-Know-Who was back. Ron wasn’t about to pretend just so he could get a good job at the Ministry of Magic. Ron would never want to work there anyway. The whole place was corrupt. Look at Fudge. Who would want to work for him, other than his stuck-up, good-for-nothing brother? Well, and his dad, but his dad was working with muggles and didn’t have to see Fudge ever.
Trying to rid his thoughts of Percy and the Ministry, Ron thought about the bathroom he would finally get to use. He heard loads about it from Bill and Charlie. It was huge. He could go swimming every day if he wanted. Well, maybe not every day since he had O.W.L.’s this year, but Hermione would get him through like she always did. And he could finally one-up Malfoy. That prat deserved to have hundreds of house points taken off him and now Ron finally could do it.
Fifth year was already turning out to be brilliant, even though the year had not even started. He was prefect, he would get the Keeper position, he would impress everyone, and he would put Malfoy in his place. Grinning to himself, Ron delicately wrapped his badge in a tissue and placed it in the pocket of his robes. He could not wait for fifth year to begin.
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