Ronald Bilius Weasley
Jul 18, 2010 11:47:42 GMT -6
Post by Ron Weasley on Jul 18, 2010 11:47:42 GMT -6
WEASLEY, RONALD BILIUS
Don't want to be second best, don't want to stand in line, don't want to fall behind
Your name/alias: Kate
Age: 18
Experience roleplaying: Several years on many sites
Other characters: None yet!
How did you find us: Cedric, Hermione
Character Name: Ronald Bilius Weasley
Nickname(s): Ron, Ronnikins, Won-Won
Sex: Male
Age: 14
Birthdate: March 1, 1980
House: Gryffindor
Blood Type: Pure-blood
Occupation: Student
Appearance: When one first catches sight of Ronald, the thing that draws most attention is his fiery red hair. The wavy scarlet tresses are longer than his mother would like, falling into his blue eyes frequently. "Shaggy" is what his father calls it, and Ron finds the adverb suiting, though he sees it much more positively. With a long, lanky frame, Ron stands about a head or so above many of his friends. he is gangly in a way that suits him. It's very clear that he has some filling out to do, as indicated by his large hands and feet.
Play-By: Rupert Grint
Likes: Flying, Quiddich, Chocolate Frog Cards, the Chudley Cannons, Wizard's Chess, Viktor Krum, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, his family and friends.
Dislikes: Homework, crowds, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Slytherins, potions, Percy Weasley, his mothers knitted sweaters, hand me downs.
Strengths: Loyal, brave, quick learner, witty, dependable, trustworthy
Weaknesses: Stubborn, proud, lazy, rash, socially obtuse.
Pet Peeves: Slytherins, big egos, when people act high and mighty, when professors talk to him as if he were stupid, Mrs. Norris... everything about her.
Mirror of Erised: Ron longs for fame and fortune, having lead a penniless and inconspicuous existence his entire life. He wants to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and manage to make it out of Hogwarts by doing as little work as possible.
Fears: Spiders, Snape, the Forbidden Forest, his mother's wrath.
Boggart: Acromantula
Dementor: Walking into the Acromantula den with Harry during their second year.
Patronus: Jack Russell-Terrier, visiting Hogsmeade with Harry and Hermione.
Amortentia: Cinnamon, fresh baking bread and that spicy, musky smell of home cooked meals, tobacco, aftershave and fresh air that reminds him of home.
Relationship status: Single
Turn ons: Curly hair, nice smiles, a girl who can play a good game of wizard's chess, honesty.
Turn offs: Girls who talk. all. the. time. Clinginess, lovey dovey crap, when they sit about and chitter all the time.
Personality: Ronald is a Gryffindor through and through. He is very loyal to those he deems have earned it. He values his family and his friends. When insulted personally, he can handle it well enough, but when someone takes arms against those he holds dear, he becomes extremely protective. He has a tendency to be rash, especially in those situations. He jumps into something without knowing things very fully. Often, he fails to think things too terribly far through, leading in many worst case scenarios coming to fruition, and when he has done something wrong, he struggles intensely with admitting it.
He hates admitting fault, and it calls for a whole lot of pride swallowing, which he doesn’t stomach well. He is a rather proud person, but in a manner that most find to be generally tolerable. There are certainly moments where his pride is hard to bear, even for his friends, and his stubbornness is even more infuriating if you find yourself on the wrong end of it.
When one digs beneath the rather thick surface, Ron reveals to be a rather romantic person. He would never admit to it, but he is just as much victim to the happily ever after scenario as anyone else. He upholds, even in secret, that every woman should be treated with the utmost respect, though sometimes his pride and occasional egocentric thoughts can obstruct those intentions
Mother: Molly Weasley née Prewett, 44, housewife, mother, pure-blood.
Father: Arthur Weasley, 43, Ministry Official - Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, father, pure-blood.
Siblings: Bill Weasley, 23, Gringotts Curse-breaker, brother, pure blood.
Charlie Weasley, 21, Dragon Keeper, brother, pure blood.
Percy Weasley, 18, Ministry minion, brother, pure blood.
Fred Weasley, 16, student, brother, pure blood.
George Weasley, 16, student, brother, pure blood.
Ginny Weasley, 12, student, sister, pure blood.
Other important figures: Too many to count!
Pets: Owl, Pigwidgeon (named by Ginny - Ron calls him Pig)
Birth place: Ottery-St.-Catchpole, England
Overall history: The sixth of seven children and the youngest son of Arthur and Molly Weasley, it is safe to say that Ron grew up quickly. He learned the tricks to protect himself from noogies and half nelsons from his brothers at a young age, and was even attempting to dole them out when he was still in the single digits - his only success to be found when he made Percy his target. He learned the rude jokes quickly, even if he didn’t know what they meant, and his brothers taught him words that he knew would get him swatted on the rump if his mother heard them coming from his tongue. This knowledge gave him a smug sense of satisfaction as a kid, and he thought himself a clever little bugger. This thought has more or less stuck around, but while he learned some things far younger than most boys, he, like many Weasley men, remained somewhat stunted in his maturity. What many call an "inner child" seems to have become a Weasley trademark, and Ron bears it proudly; like his fiery mop of hair and freckles, or his scarlet and gold house colors.
One of the greatest days of his life - though short it has been - was the day he was sorted into Gryffindor. Not only because he was awarded the honor of being in what he considered to be the best house in all of Hogwarts, but because of whom he met that day. The meeting of Harry potter was in and of itself pretty amazing, but the friendship that ensued from it was far more remarkable to Ron. He and Harry developed a bond over the years that rivaled those of the closest brothers. The brunette boy was accepted into the Weasley family almost instantly, and also on that day, though it took a lot of forfeited pride to admit it, Ron forged a bond that would develop into another of his closest friendships. Hermione granger was certainly rough around the edges but if Ron was honest, everyone is... even himself. And while they do have their spats, he does care about the girl just about as much as he does Ginny, his little sister.
Of course, being friends with Harry potter has been no normal feat. In only his first year, he broke enough rules to banish a student from Hogwarts permanently, snuck into an underground vault and assisted Harry in retrieving a legendary stone. His second year, he stole a flying car, ventured into the forbidden forest only to walk right into the den of a gigantic spider and her thousands upon thousands of children and venture part way into the chamber of secrets where he ended up babysitting a Wizarding world celebrity turned professor who had accidentally wiped his own memory. And his third year, he helped Harry try and find an accused murderer that severely wounded his leg only to learn that his pet rat was the real perpetrator of the crimes said man was accused of, AND that his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a werewolf.
Needless to say, his Hogwarts experience has been far from ordinary. Unfortunately, Ron has never found himself too terribly concerned with academics (what, with all the things he does in his free time, how can anyone expect ancient runes to be fascinating? though, Hermione does seem to find a way). He keeps his grades up mostly because he wants to be on the Quidditch team. Ideally, after Hogwarts, he would play Quidditch professionally before becoming an auror.
Roleplay sample: Something about soaring through the air, high above the ground with no fear or doubt clouding his mind simply felt right to Michael. He zoomed, dodging bludgers here and there with the quaffle under his arm, heading straight for the three goal posts, standing like beacons of light in a stormy sea. He could hear Melissa calling his name somewhere over to his left, but he had tunnel vision. Besides, the boy had grown so accustomed to hearing his sister screech his name over the years that it had become nothing more than a whispering wind in his ears. As he sped towards the hoops, training his eye on the center one, a grin spread across his face, contorting his boyish features into that smug look people had come to expect from him. As he drew close enough, he began to fake right, tugging the keeper along with him until he rolled left, turning over on his broom and breaking free, opening a space in his opponent's defense coverage.
Seeing the opportunity, Mikey took it, throwing the quaffle through the hoop, the chime of the bell resounding triumphantly. The boy whooped out loud and pumped his fist in the air. Over his shoulder, he could practically feel Mel seething as she rode up next to him on her broom. Promptly she began into a rant about how "Quidditch was a team sport" and how "we have to play as a team to win as a team" and asking who he thought he was impressing. Mike just groaned, rolling his eyes and nudging his sister a bit. "Chill out, Meli Belly. I scored, didn't I? It's okay, its not like I expect you to admit how great I am." A chuckle bubbled into the air as he smirked at his sister, who glowered back. They stared at each other a moment, him beaming and her glaring. "We're having a moment, aren't we? I can feel it."
This sent her off on how childish he could be, which was precisely his intention. One thing he loved most about Melissa was just how easily he could warrant a response from her. Playing games is no fun when no one plays 'em with you! As he watched his sister play his game beautifully, Mikey grinned wickedly. It wasn't until he saw a green blur rush past them that he remembered that they were in the middle of a Quidditch match."Well, I'd love to stay and chat, buuuut..." As he drew out the final word the boy began moving back from his sister, his attention solely on the Slytherin chaser with the quaffle tucked up under his arm. "I... I mean we... have a game to win, remember?" and with that, he leaned back, turning over in the air before speeding off after the quaffle. It didn't matter how fun his games with his sister, there was no way it would be more fun than winning this game.
Approved!