Post by LOUIS ARTHUR WEASLEY on Feb 19, 2012 19:41:07 GMT
Louis Arthur Weasley
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: Louis Arthur Weasley
nicknames: Lou
birthday: 19th April
age: Fifteen
house: Slytherin
blood status: 1/8th Veela
face claim: Niall Horan
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
[/size]rolling in the deep - - - - - -[/center]
likes:
- studying
- family
- potions
- transfiguration
- duelling
- cake
- muggle music
- muggle movies
- manipulating people he doesn’t like
- getting good grades
- the black lake
dislikes:
- hatred against muggles
- people mocking the potters
- meat
- quidditch
- getting bad grades
- care of magical creatures
- defence against the dark arts
- brown nosers
- people touching his wand
- others obsessions with romance
strengths:
- determination
- loyalty
- compassion
weaknesses:
- manipulative
- suffers ocd
- opinionated
veritaserum:
- has very little romantic interest in either gender but pretends he has.
- worries about becoming a slytherin cliché
dementor:
- everyone’s distress when harry and ginny were killed and his own inability to mourn their deaths, rather he detached himself from the distress and carried on as though nothing had happened.
patronus: phoenix / the moment his wand chose him.
sexuality & relationship status: uninterested / n/a
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: William Weasley, 35, Curse Breaker
mother: Fleur Weasley, 32, Gringotts Employee
siblings: Victoire Weasley, 17, Gryffindor / Dominique Weasley, 16, Hufflepuff
others: The Weasleys and Potters
overall history: Louis Arthur Weasley is the youngest and only son of Bill and Fleur. Like his sisters he always took after his mother in appearance, being fitted with stunning blond hair rather than his father’s bright ginger hair – some said he was lucky, but sometimes Louis found himself wanting the same hair as his father, just to make him different to his sisters. Louis was always a quiet child, he spent much of his time observing the goings on around him and taking in the personalities and temperaments. Louis could frequently be found with his head in a book, he spent much of his time avoiding the more ‘hands on’ approaches to life that the rest of his family seemed so wrapped up in and chose (from an early age) that practicality and organisation was the way for him.
Quidditch was another thing that Louis tried his best to avoid during his childhood – though often he’d be dragged along to games or thrown onto a broom to make up numbers, it wasn’t a sport that he ever found interesting, but rather unnecessarily dangerous. This Weasley was only young when it became clear that he suffered from OCD, something that bemused him and caused him to study many muggle theories on the issues surrounding the disorder.
The day Harry and Ginny died – though increasingly sad – was a strange one for Louis. He felt secluded as the rest of his family mourned and shed tears, and quietly he detached himself from the distress and simply carried on as though nothing had happened. Sometimes he resents himself for his inability to mourn their deaths and questions his own morality and love for others. He fears that the compassion that he feels for his family isn’t love but rather contentment. Sometimes he worries that he wouldn’t bat an eye if one of his siblings was to die – but deep down, he knows that this isn’t true and that he’s being ridiculous.
Louis had always known he would be placed into the Slytherin house and it wasn’t something that particularly bothered him and so long as he avoided becoming the embodiment of a Slytherin stereotype then he was more than okay with his chosen house. Good grades have always meant alot to Louis and has never been one to joke around and cause trouble – his determination and strong will have always helped him in his studies and he hopes someday to be the potions master at Hogwarts.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: DeeDee
gender: Female
age: 21
contact: PM
how you found us: already here
other characters: James Potter, 17, Gryffindor
experience: 2/3 years
role play sample: from Jame’s appHugo pushed his back against the wall closest to him, waiting until the footsteps that were beating rhythmically faded into nothingness – his heart pounded violently inside of his chest, so violently that the teenage boy was almost convinced that the vibrations would soon cause a rib to snap and puncture a lung. The footsteps vanished and he leant forwards peering around the corner – to his good fortune no one was there, he paused for less than a second before striding out. Choosing that quick footfalls would be better than slow and careful ones – speed was less likely to get him caught...surely?
Fighting the urge to run towards the main doors, Hugo pushed them open, easing them shut behind him. The last thing he needed was for a teacher to catch him – the last thing he needed were howlers greeting him at the breakfast table, because that would be the result of him getting caught – that would be the result of him ending up in detention. He’d been inside for too long and had needed to escape the castle walls – even if that meant sneaking out in the dead of night. There was nothing more that he could do than to avoid drawing attention to himself, pulling his wand from his pocket the Gryffindor reminded himself that lumos would both light the way and draw the attention that he was trying to avoid. Instead, he continued to walk, his feet stepping gingerly on the ground as he headed towards the black lake. Hugo shuddered at the thought of the hideous mass of water – water that he’d nearly drowned in during his first year. He gulped the fear away as he continued to walk, feeling his foot slip he flicked his wand out in the air, a thin stream of light running from the tip of his wand as he regained his balance.
The lake loomed ahead of him and he fell backwards, landing on the ground with a thud – water soaked through his clothes from the damp ground and he cursed under his breath. Scrambling away from the lakes edge as he pushed himself back onto his feet his wand still emitting the light. It was then, as he tried to dry his hands off on his clothing that he heard it – the faint crack of something stepping on a twig. Hugo’s heart leapt into his throat and with another flick of his wand he whispered “lumos” the light vanished instantly. Hugo remained where he was – praying that it wasn’t a teacher...or something worse, a creature from the forbidden forest. His cheeks puffed out in his feeble attempt at holding his breath – his mind reeling with the closeness of the lake – one wrong move...one slip and he’d be gone – into the water like once before...and Hugo couldn’t think of anything worse.
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