Post by dominique brier weasley on Feb 10, 2010 23:06:03 GMT
SCHOOL RECORDS
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DOMINIQUE BRIER WEASLEY
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"Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus" ,
Never tickle a sleeping dragon.
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FULL NAME :: Dominique Brier Weasley
NICKNAME ::Domi (Similar to the pronounciation of Tomi), Nick, Brier.
AGE :: Seventeen
DATE OF BIRTH :: 5, July
SEXUALITY :: Straight
HOUSE :: Gryffindor.
ERA :: Present/Future[/color]
YEAR :: Seventh year.
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WAND :: fwooper feather, linden (lime), eleven and ½ inches ( 11 ½”)
PET :: eastern screech owl
AMORTENTIA: :: Wheat with a bit of spearmint. Also carries a tad bit of rich smelling cologne she smelled in a shop.
MIRROR OF ERISED: :: finding/becoming something spectacular **nonspecific.
BOGGART: :: seeing her siblings dead.
PATRONUS: :: A fennec fox; small, sweet looking, but cunning and quick to snap back. It seems to encompass her personality completely, cautious when needed, and wise when the moment calls for it, but can be a heavy trickster, and lead you in the wrong direction.
LIKES: ::
[li] sleep
[/li][li] sunbathing
[/li][li] running
[/li][li] pressing flowers
[/li][li] human bones
[/li][li] writing notes
[/li][li] honey
[/li][li] red
[/li][li] magical creatures
[/li][li] soil
[/li][li] boys
[/li][li] play-wrestling
[/li][li] discovery
[/li][li] kisses
[/li][li] money[/color]
DISLIKES: ::[/li][li] Loud people.
[/li][li] interruptions
[/li][li] losing money
[/li][li] bad smells
[/li][li] the color purple
[/li][li] dogs
[/li][li] failed experiments
[/li][li] lack of affection
[/li][li] losing
[/li][li] religion
[/li][li] stupidity[/color]
STRENGTHS: ::[/li][li] Cautious; she often calculates who to befriend, even then, she is weary to form bonds, which may be best in the long run.
[/li][li] Flexible to opinions; she considers the facts that other people propose, processes them, and then shoots out a contradiction or a complimenting factor.
[/li][li] A good Strategist, though she‘s quiet, it doesn't mean her brain isn’t working. She simply has a tough time getting her thoughts out into the open. Give her a pen and paper and she’d make you all understand.
[/li][li] Kind; though she may be stern, it doesn’t mean she isn’t kind. She just won’t pity you easily due to interesting things that she’s seen happen to people in her life. She’ll either say she’s been there, and she’s willing to talk. Or she’ll leave you in the dust. It’s how it goes. It’s her.
[/li][li] Physical; though she isn’t one for extremely mushy stuff, she can be a gentle, passionate young woman, but she will never let her emotions rule over her mind.
[/li][li] Wit; cunning, sly, she should have been a Ravenclaw, but told the hat she wanted to ‘uphold’ the majority of family tradition and stick with Gryffindor, it was the least she could do to prove that she did love her family, even if she disliked the cowards in her line.
[/li][li] Beauty; pale, freckles, strawberry blonde hair, glowing, catty green eyes, it seems like she has a bit of a bonus strength, natural at that. She commonly likes to seduce others, but leaves them hanging.
[/li][li] Sensual-Sexual; though she hates encounters of the affectionate type, she may be a bit…on the promiscuous side, more than she‘d openly say, and often strings guys along until she doesn‘t find them satisfying anymore. [/li][/ul][/color]
WEAKNESSES: ::
- Affection; a simple hug can leave her blubbering and distracted, kisses simply don’t have that effect, as she’s been kissing cheeks her whole life in greeting and in goodbyes. With this, it can easily keep her staring out a window, instead of focusing on a problem or work at hand.
- Insecurity; simple enough, almost every girl has this problem, even in private, ‘am I pretty?’ ‘does he like me’? ‘I’m not good enough. I should just die.’ Hormones are all the rage, and sometimes, with Dominique, they take a turn for the worse.
- Physical; though she is a Weasley, she doesn’t have the best body strength, and is often called anorexic. Due to being this skinny and diminutive, she tends to be one that can be pushed around easily.
- Temper; a snake can never bite their tongue…because it slips through their fangs. Her wisdom is pushed to the side during bouts of anger, and similar to a snake, they lash out when provoked. As a warning, don’t ask her ‘why’ in a repetitive fashion.
- Depression; highly seasonal, or simply effected by the lack of output for her affection (in any sense, sexual or simply hugging and kissing). In the winter, without company, she tends to slip deeper into depression, and has no particular reason she can identify as to why.
WHY HELLO! :: Madelyn
SO YOUR :: seventeen years old
AND YOU'VE BEEN MAGICAL FOR :: four and a half years.
WOWZA IS THAT THE TIME!? :: GMT-5 Eastern time; Michigan, USA
SAT-NAV? :: Hrm…..Ji Ji darling had it linked…and she babbled about it so much to me. Reeled me in. And
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ::
Click. Roll. Click. Roll. Click….
Three smoothed objects were rolled into perfect holds, the cold metal gracing a hand that had never handled a weapon other than a slender stick of lime and feather. Muggle technology, they said, with enthusiasm as they passed them to the class. Apparently, an individual in the past had excelled in that area and had strapped together something so vile…so wretched it made women scream and children cry; a Gun.
Black-handled with wide barrels, comparing to a pen in weight, but with the force of a freight train which shot out of the two tubes. Inscribed on the side was a simple design, stained black in coloring, of a leaf-like symbol, a long slash through it that reached the tip of the gun, disappearing underneath the previous black, and appearing again at the very butt of the disastrous weapon. Over the black was a creamy splash of color, shaped, molded by a womb for nine months and three days extra, attacked with a slight pink color that showed that the appendage was indeed alive. That same hand fled up to a forearm, an elbow, racing up another slender, freckled expanse of skin to reach a shoulder, a small, angry scar similar to the letter ‘x’ lay there, faded with the childhood incident that carried it.
The trail continued, following to a gorgeous slope, and a thin looking neck, holding up a heart-shaped facial frame gently, head inclined backwards lightly as they inspected the weapon. As for the head, it led to rich, fiery swashes of orange, light hints of coppers, reds, and gold within it, all a natural inheritance. The eyebrows on this human were trimmed, crisp, beautiful, slightly curled at the center with days of wisdom, but were knitted in concentration, as they usually were. The lashes, a deeper copper, led to catty green orbs, centered with a sharp black pupil. A small, pert nose littered with more freckles on the bridge, was placed between those focused eyes, scrunched up, not close enough to touch their slender pink lips. This young woman, as slight curves would show, was definitely a card.
Roll. Click. Roll. Click. Roll. Click-snap.[/i]
A slight noise of irritation passed those lips as the room grew light, other than the soft glow of the torches along the walls, the room was completely dark. She had made the decision to close the gun and set it back into the holster, and soon passed it on. She had left without a word as the person who poked their head in said that they were dismissed and quickly retreated to the place in which she called home. The bed was where she now ate, slept, and tinkered in, ”And that‘s the end of that…” She muttered, her long Weasley styled hair fluttering behind her as she skittered down the hallway.
[[As a side note! I was kind of thinking for this little snippet of a roleplay post that I was building a slight class which introduced the muggle instruments of destruction to the magical students...even if they had prior knowledge. It was just kind of fun...and they got to load a gun, unload it, and pass it on. Mah~mah~mah. Um... I hoped you like it. Be certain that I'll make adequate posts like this. Mah...
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