Post by butwhy on Jan 29, 2010 14:24:09 GMT -7
It's All About...
You! (optional)
Name: Meg
Age: 14
How did you find us?: You told me.
The Charry!
Name: Asher Abaddon Weasley
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: January 23rd
Year:7th (this is a weird time to make a charry, haha)
Blood: Pure
Picture:
Height: 5 feet, 10 inches
Weight: 119 lbs
Eye Color: Blue-Grey
Skin Color: Slightly Tanned
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Family Members: George Weasley (father)
Madeline Smith-Weasley (mother)
Leviticus Percival Weasley (twin brother)
Tons of different relatives, especially heavy on cousins.
General History: In late January, on a cold, dark night, Asher and his twin brother Levi were born. From the get go, it was obvious that Asher was a bit ore athletic and cunning than Levi. He was much like his father in that aspect, but he also has a kind heart, like his mother. Asher is however, a prankster. That's why someday he hopes to take over the joke shop run by his father, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. It seems as if Asher is growing up in the spotlight constantly and is accomplishing everything his great family has.
Asher cannot see that there is a wall between him and his brother. For all their lives, they got along like brothers always did, but once they were in school they began to drift apart. Asher would much rather flirt with girls, crack a few jokes, and pull a few pranks than hang in the library with his brother. Whether he's in the Quidditch pitch, or wandering around the halls, you can be sure he isn't looking for Levi.. Unless, of course, he needs to get some help on an assignment.
Personality Traits: Asher is a total flirt, and he loves to be in a crowd. He's also very full of himself, and takes ever chance he can get to show off. He love s to pull the most devilish pranks and crack vulgar jokes around his mates. However, his mother has given him a kind soul... but whether or not he listens to it is a different matter.
Likes: Girls, Quidditch, visiting WWW, hanging with his family and friends, jokes, pranks, a nice awkward situation (best for pranks or jokes)
Dislikes: Having a conversation with his brother, getting turned down by someone, being sick, missing out on something fun and important, feeling guilty, having to be silent, not getting his way
Hobbies: Quidditch, flirting, prank pulling, and joke cracking
Wand:
Pets: (If any)
Stuff for the Admin!
How long have you been "RPing"?: Almost 4 years
RP Sample:
Raychel walked along the edge of the manor, the rain slowing down a bit. She donned a flowing black cloak, and a comfortable pair of bblack slacks. Her ballet flats were close to silent as she made her way noiselessly up the drive. Raychel paused and looked up at the beautiful manor. The place was a hell, but Raychel had no choice but to enter. She went up swiftly to the door and slammed to brass knock against the door rather hard. The butler was quick to open the door.
When his eyes met Raychel's he raised a curious eyebrow. No doubt he was wondering who she was, considering she wasn't donned in a Death Eater's robe. Nevertheless, he ushered her inside. Raychel removed her cloak and handed it to the butler wordlessly and he directed her to what Raychel assumed was the dungeon area. When she began her descent, every scream paused her. Finally, she reached the bottom. Her observant eyes immediately picked up the forms of Isabelle and a woman. With the sweet smell of blood wafting from the corner, Raychel strained in order to keep from lunging.
At the prisoner's cry of, "Don't you dare talk about my children!" Raychel's mind stopped working. It was Professor North. She cringed slightly, but continued forward, until she was next to Isabelle. Raychel glanced apologetically at Professor North before turning to Isabelle and bowing her head slightly. Again, the sweet smelling blood of her HoM teacher wafted towards her and Raychel tensed once more.
Rules Word: Nightwish
You! (optional)
Name: Meg
Age: 14
How did you find us?: You told me.
The Charry!
Name: Asher Abaddon Weasley
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: January 23rd
Year:7th (this is a weird time to make a charry, haha)
Blood: Pure
Picture:
Height: 5 feet, 10 inches
Weight: 119 lbs
Eye Color: Blue-Grey
Skin Color: Slightly Tanned
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Family Members: George Weasley (father)
Madeline Smith-Weasley (mother)
Leviticus Percival Weasley (twin brother)
Tons of different relatives, especially heavy on cousins.
General History: In late January, on a cold, dark night, Asher and his twin brother Levi were born. From the get go, it was obvious that Asher was a bit ore athletic and cunning than Levi. He was much like his father in that aspect, but he also has a kind heart, like his mother. Asher is however, a prankster. That's why someday he hopes to take over the joke shop run by his father, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. It seems as if Asher is growing up in the spotlight constantly and is accomplishing everything his great family has.
Asher cannot see that there is a wall between him and his brother. For all their lives, they got along like brothers always did, but once they were in school they began to drift apart. Asher would much rather flirt with girls, crack a few jokes, and pull a few pranks than hang in the library with his brother. Whether he's in the Quidditch pitch, or wandering around the halls, you can be sure he isn't looking for Levi.. Unless, of course, he needs to get some help on an assignment.
Personality Traits: Asher is a total flirt, and he loves to be in a crowd. He's also very full of himself, and takes ever chance he can get to show off. He love s to pull the most devilish pranks and crack vulgar jokes around his mates. However, his mother has given him a kind soul... but whether or not he listens to it is a different matter.
Likes: Girls, Quidditch, visiting WWW, hanging with his family and friends, jokes, pranks, a nice awkward situation (best for pranks or jokes)
Dislikes: Having a conversation with his brother, getting turned down by someone, being sick, missing out on something fun and important, feeling guilty, having to be silent, not getting his way
Hobbies: Quidditch, flirting, prank pulling, and joke cracking
Wand:
Pets: (If any)
Stuff for the Admin!
How long have you been "RPing"?: Almost 4 years
RP Sample:
Raychel walked along the edge of the manor, the rain slowing down a bit. She donned a flowing black cloak, and a comfortable pair of bblack slacks. Her ballet flats were close to silent as she made her way noiselessly up the drive. Raychel paused and looked up at the beautiful manor. The place was a hell, but Raychel had no choice but to enter. She went up swiftly to the door and slammed to brass knock against the door rather hard. The butler was quick to open the door.
When his eyes met Raychel's he raised a curious eyebrow. No doubt he was wondering who she was, considering she wasn't donned in a Death Eater's robe. Nevertheless, he ushered her inside. Raychel removed her cloak and handed it to the butler wordlessly and he directed her to what Raychel assumed was the dungeon area. When she began her descent, every scream paused her. Finally, she reached the bottom. Her observant eyes immediately picked up the forms of Isabelle and a woman. With the sweet smell of blood wafting from the corner, Raychel strained in order to keep from lunging.
At the prisoner's cry of, "Don't you dare talk about my children!" Raychel's mind stopped working. It was Professor North. She cringed slightly, but continued forward, until she was next to Isabelle. Raychel glanced apologetically at Professor North before turning to Isabelle and bowing her head slightly. Again, the sweet smelling blood of her HoM teacher wafted towards her and Raychel tensed once more.
Rules Word: Nightwish
