Post by maybelleweasley on Feb 18, 2009 3:03:51 GMT -7
~Character Information~
Name and Nicknames: Maybelle Charles Weasley {{Belle/ Phoenix (Nix)}}
Birthday and Age: 16 {{ 1.7.2013
Student or Adult: Student
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Reddish Brown ((Seen as ginger in different lights))
Eye Color: Soft blue.
Height: 170cm
Identifying marks- scars, tattoos, etc.: On the back of her right shoulder-blade she has a tattoo-like marking of an eagle. This was given to her when she was a young child, she and a young wizard had been duelling and it had turned nasty.
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~Personality~
Passions: Her passions are few and far in between. If she was to admit to one of her main passions, she would state that it was Quidditch. Her second passion, though far less important then her main, is the Dark Arts. Though few class it as a passion, the thing she is passionate about, though less so then the others, is her love of magical creatures.
Disdain: Her foremost hate is that of girls who think themselves above humanity. She hates those who believe in immortality. Her final hate, though as substantial as the others is her extreme dislike of piercings other then the common ear piercings.
Strengths: She is strong in the making of friends, she is able to make and more importantly keep close friends. She is a powerful young witch, often over shooting the mark expected of her age. She is also extremely talented as a keeper in Quidditch.
Weaknesses: The making of potions has always been one of her main weaknesses, it’s also something she doesn’t admit to many. When confronted on the issue of half blood, mud blood or blood traitors she often loses her voice and can not speak against or for any. She also has a slight weakness that involves boys and falling in love.
Worst Fear: Her worst fear is that of losing her magical talent.
Life long dream?: Her life long dream is to be a teacher. Strange for a girl with such talent as hers.
Overall: Maybelle Charles Weasley. The name of an almost uncannily talented female student. Her birth into the world of magic was a great thing indeed, for with her birth came a new child in the line of wizards, passed down from the blood of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. She was honoured with the red-tinged hair that had for a long time been the family signature of the Weasleys. Her clear sight into lies and truths as she grew older were leant to her with the gift of the softest blue, her eyes. Her height was something strange, something different. She was tall, something different to those others in her bloodline. Her differences did not help her fitting in as she grew older through her young ages of school. To make matters far worse then they already were, she was scarred with the mark of the eagle, a birthday gift from an arch enemy.
When Maybelle happened to reach the age of entering high school, she surprised many by the fact she had survived so long. Her attraction of friends was far outclassed by her attraction of enemies. This attraction of dangerous, and often deadly, enemies had allowed within her a seed to grow, a seed that slowly became a passion and talent in the Dark Arts. Some may have thought this a rather distasteful passion, she simply found it an advantage over her oppresses. Yet, the fact she was and is a young witch must not exclude the love of Quidditch and also her undoubted talent in the sport. She’d always been known as and excellent keeper.
Many things stood and still do stand out about Maybelle Charles Weasley, one of the main things being her choice in pets. She has never yet been seen without an elegant, black owl perched upon her shoulder, a royal expression on its beaked face. Her choice in pets had always stemmed from a love of magical creatures. With such choices of likes one would be forgiven for thinking there was much she disliked, or even much that could cause her fear or weakness, but such things do exist. From a young age it was evident that the use and conjuring of potions would not be her strong point. She never ceased to amaze in potions, though in a negative light. Always her potions became the exact opposite of what she should have originally been making. On one occasion she had been asked to make a potion which would cause the drinker to dislike all that it saw, and instead created a perfect euphoria potion. Though if she had of drunk the euphoria potion it would not have made much difference to her usual, loving ways. Always one to fall for the first good looking, sweet talking beau to walk by.
~ History~
Family
Blood Status: Blood Traitor
Parents: Unknown. ((Died only days after her birth))
Siblings: None
Other: She was raised by her aunt Ginny.
History: Maybelle’s history was one many knew. Her birth had been surrounded by suspicion and her life and been filled with death and black magic. Only days after her birth on the 7th of January had her parents suddenly died, the cause unknown as no evidence had been left. ‘Belle had then been placed into the care of her Aunt Ginny, a lady who was often known to be fun loving though always in control of her surroundings. Some would look back on Maybelle’s upbringing and believe she was far better off with Ginny as her carer. Some thought that if her upbringing had been different she may not have survived the horrors that surrounded her for much of her young life.
Maybelle had known from a very young age that she was destined to be a witch. She knew from stories that her parents had both been so, and Ginny had been there to guide her through the early stages of her magical ‘coming out’. On her 15th birthday she had been bought her first wand. A lovely oak-wood wand with a unicorn hair centre. It had served her well in her first year of high school.
~Final Stage~
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RP Sample:
“It’s uncanny that you can possible sleep so late,” admonished a voice that was often used to berate. “Black, I’m contemplating firing you as my alarm clock,” came the almost unintelligible mumbling from the hidden mouth of Maybelle Weasley. The creature known as Black allowed himself to cackle in mirth, a sound that slightly resembled a crow choking on a fish bone. A groan escaped from the figure that was, without success, trying to return to sleep. Admitting defeat, ‘Belle pushed the blankets off her head and pushed herself, groggily, into a sitting position. It was Saturday, she was quite sure she hadn’t planned on waking up at such an unreasonable time. “Well you’re up now,” drawled black, a hint of triumph in his words. With a sharp glance in the black owls direction, Maybelle slid off the bed, her feet finding her white-rabbit slippers.
None in her dorm were awake, though it surprised her not, it was barely daylight. /I’m going to get rid of that darned owl one day/ she thought to herself as she pushed the dormitory’s door softly open and trekked down the wooden staircase to the common room below. ‘Belle was well aware that in less then an hour she’d be asked to go to Quidditch practice, something that she was dreading. Playing the actual games was all well and good, but the incessant yelling of the captain during practice would be far more then she could handle on such a morning as this.
The wand that had been tucked into the pocket of her pants, was in her hand almost instantly. Accio Coffee she non-verbally called the coffee pot from across the room to her. Even the smell of well prepared coffee was almost heavenly. “Now to start the day,” she grunted, it wasn’t going to be a wonderful day. She was absolutely sure of that fact.
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