Post by roseweasley on Aug 7, 2011 2:02:10 GMT
rose amelia weasley
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: rose amelia weasley
nicknames: rosie, weasley
birthday: october tenth
age: seventeen
house: gryffindor
blood status: halfblood
face claim: barbara palvin
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:
dislikes:
strengths:
weaknesses:
veritaserum:
dementor:
patronus:
sexuality & relationship status: heterosexual and single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father:
mother:
siblings:
others: All those crazy Weasleys
overall history:
YOUR GOING TO WISH
[/size]you had never met me - - - - - -[/center]
name/alias: Rhea
gender: Female
age: 20
contact: PM
how you found us: Caution 2.0
other characters: N/A
experience: A while
role play sample:There was always something about this place that seemed to bring her constant comfort. Maybe it was the fact that she found this place back when she was a mere thirteen years of age or maybe it was the fact that it was the most quiet place she could find in all of the magic world. Either way, she knew that she could depend on this place to make her feel at peace. The past couple of days of work were particularly challenging for Rose. There have been these random attacks upon innocent wizards. The possible attackers? Death eaters. The words themselves bring a chill down her spine. Truth was that Rose was afraid, very afraid. The attacks were getting more bold and more terrifying. They were trying to make themselves known and inflict fear upon anyone who dared to approach them. She thought back to stories about these death eaters that her parents had told her. Everything they spoke of made it seem like such a fairytale back then. However, now this terrifying fairytale was coming to life and she needed to help. She was afraid, yes, but she still was going to fight if she had to. People thought these death eaters to be extinct and silenced, well, they were very very wrong.
With all of this on her brain, she knew that only this place could silence the dread that filled her every vein. Her eyes casted a down glance at the lake that was in front of her. This lake was one of the most beautiful she had ever seen, after the lake at Hogwarts. It seemed so impossible from viewing such beauty that there could be such horror and terror in the world. The beauty overtook an evil in the world. Sighing deeply, she began to hum a tune that she remembered from when she was a little girl. It was one that her mother loved to sing to her when things seemed less than satisfactory. The grass beneath her tickled her bare legs as she sat. She responded by lying down and just closing her eyes. The breeze felt wonderful and the heat upon her face brought warmth through her soul. A smile crept upon her face as to welcome the sun’s rays even further. As her eyes opened, the sun blinded her for just a moment, like an angel was coming down from heaven itself. Propping herself up onto her elbows, she took in the lake once more. The question was if she should dip her feet into the cold inviting water. As she racked her brain, she decided it was a wonderful idea.
Slowing rising, she almost tripped on the tempting grass beneath her. As she cursed herself silently, she walked slowing toward the beauty of the lake. The closer she came to its edge, the more it seemed to shine under the light of the sun. She saw its full beauty at last. It took her full power not to gasp at the beauty. It was simply amazing how no one else had experienced such beauty as this. It was her own secret hiding place. She slipped off her shoes carefully and placed them far enough from the edge of the lake so they would not decide to take a dip themselves. A toe slipped into the water first as if to test if the water was a welcoming as she imagined. Unfortunately, she hissed and pulled her foot from the once all too welcoming pool in front of her. It was far colder than she originally thought it would be. She attempted once more to stick her foot into the depth of the lake. This time she fought through the rough cold and stuck her entire foot into the water. She winced, but as suddenly as the cold came, it went away just as quickly. She welcomed her other foot into the water with the same reaction. Finally, she was her peace. She closed her eyes once more as she felt little fish swim around her feet as if her feet were the enemies. I guess, in a way, it was much like the death eaters. They thought of wizards and muggles as punching bags which they are not afraid to use at their will. Taking a deep breath, she thought about all she had, all she had lost, and all she had gained. Growing up had not been a simple task for Rose. Life never seemed to come easy to a girl like her. She fought, but she learned how to fight and stand her ground. No one would harm her family or her friends, she wouldn’t let it. A smile flew upon her face as she felt the nothingness beneath her feet. If she stayed still for a while she felt weightless and unaffected the nature’s forces. A rustle in the bushes scared her enough to make her once weightless feet move within the watery depth.
Snapping open her eyes, she frowned. Nothing seemed to cure those horrible memories of hers. She was so focused on her thoughts, she was oblivious to the noises that were occurring around her. Rustles, snaps, voices. Or maybe, perhaps, a voice. Standing up, she disturbed her feet from their watery grave and stood at the lake side at first. Droplets of water pooled at the inviting grass below. Her back was toward the water and she was now on the lookout for the culprit of all these terrifying noises. Mind you, they wouldn’t be so terrifying if it hadn’t been for the fact that she was so alone. Millions of scenerios played out in her head. Was it another death eater that was out to get her? Was it just a lonesome soul searching for some company? Or was it just her overactive imagination that immediately thought the worst? Either way, she wasn’t going to fall for the latter. Instead, she stood her ground and demanded that someone or something would answer her demands.
“Who is there? Come out, you coward.”
There was an evident flicker of fear in the deep of her throat that seemed to be unable to hide, as much as she wish she could have. Silently she cursed herself for showing fear in such a situation, but her body seemed to be the conductor at this point, not her mind. Her once soaked legs were now dry from the shaking that seemed to be a production of her fear. She wanted to slap herself because she was not this person, no. Rose was a strong, determined and courageous young women who could handle herself if ever a battle took place. Fumbling fingers slipped into her back pocket to reach for her wand. She felt the small, thin stick between her fingers and, before she knew it, the wand was far out in front of her, scanning her surroundings for any unwelcomed guests. Another rustle. Snap. Her feet quickly moved in the direction of the sound. Her breaths were ragged and unsteady. Heart was racing for the hills. Fight or flight. This was her option because that was what her body told her to do. Fight. There was no other option for her. Running without hesitation for the bush, she looked into its depth and found nothing. A chuckle fell upon her lips from her over active imagination. Snap. Rustle. Again, her feet took flight to the bush on the other side of the man made path.
“I swear to you that I will fight. Don’t think I won’t!”
There we go sweetie. There was no stutter left in her voice, only power. A smile graced her lips at her proud accomplishment. It took much more energy than some would believe. Maybe it was just a rodent or a rabbit. Before she could make another sound, a man came up behind her, however, unbeknownst to Rose.
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