Weasley, Rose Marie

[ROSE WEASLEY]

Rose Marie Weasley

let's begin

CHARACTER NAME: Rose Marie Weasley, goes by Rosie
GENDER: female
BIRTHDAY: May 19th, 2006
AGE: 15
YEAR/HOUSE: fifth year/Gryffindor
WAND TYPE: walnut and unicorn tail hair, pliable, 10 inches

appearance

HAIR: red
EYES: blue
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5'7"/110 pounds
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Aside from her hair, which somehow manages to resemble both her father's in color and her mother's in volume, Rosie's most distinctive feature would probably be her skin. Her complexion, which otherwise is fairly smooth, bursts into a very tight pattern of freckles after she spends too much time in the sun. This isn't much of a problem during winter, but in the summer Rosie's face looks more like one giant freckle than anything else. Once people get over that they generally notice her lips, which could only be called thick, or possibly her moderately generous nose. They tend to gloss over her light eyes, lined by nearly translucent eyelashes. Rosie learned years ago to wear a lot of eye make-up.
Physically, Rosie is what her parents call lanky. She's very thin, something caused partially by genetics and partially by her eating habits and nicotine intake. Her figure is decent, depending on what bra she wears, but either way it is usually encompassed by either layers upon layers of clothes or just a t-shirt and underwear. Stylistically Rosie is inconsistent at best, but in general gravitates to jeans, a tank-top, and a baggy sweater. If she has any preference, it's to clothes that are very precisely sloppy.

personality

10 LIKES: transfiguration, flowers, herbology, sentimental novels, cigarettes, coffee, philosophies of auto-destructive art, rock stars who partied too hard, doing good work, forgetting
10 DISLIKES: being mistaken for any other member of her family, anything that gets boring, anything stupid, herself before coming to Hogwarts, when people confuse "your" and "you're," clothes that don't match her hair, gum that loses flavor really quickly, people getting in her way, being invisible, bad grades
5 FEARS: obscurity, complacency, failure, disappointing her parents, spiders
5 GOALS: get twelve O grade OWLs, cause general mayhem, stay out of serious trouble this year, read the complete works of Charles Dickens, be remembered
1 SECRET WANT: attention
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Rose ("Rosie" to her family) comes off rather quickly as a textbook overachiever when you talk to her. She likes old novels and dislikes any grade less than outstanding. She's very intelligent, good at magic, a perfectionist, and almost always busy. On any given day Rosie will do all of her homework, read at least half of whatever book has her interest at the time, and probably doing both somewhere outside. Rosie loves flowers and gardens, and positively adores the cold mountain air of the Hogwarts grounds. When you think of Rosie, think of a good girl. Think of a smart girl. Think of gardens and classic styles and old nostalgic novels.
And then think of her not so good anymore, because you can only deal with that for so long. Rosie believes firmly in auto-destructive art, dislikes rigid structures of discipline, and views most rules as suggestions. Most of these beliefs are justification for her love of setting things on fire. But in truth, Rosie is an intellectual, and she does see reasons for her rebellion.
Because Rosie rebels. She's on a short fuse, with an even shorter temper. She'll fight anything if she thinks it insulted her or her family. She can be uptight in her desire to achieve academically, but when she cuts loose she really cuts loose. Rosie has been known to do pretty much anything she feels like doing, regardless of consequences. Sure, she's trying to behave now, but she's not sure how on board with reforming she wants to be.
Everyone has weaknesses. Rosie's is attention. Pride, if you will. She can be very judgmental about everyone else, but lacks the insight to see her own flaws. That she's temperamental. Judgmental. And that deep under layers of intellectual excuses, that's why she likes to do all the shit she does.
But at the center of all of that lies someone who is, when it comes down to it, good. Rosie is protective, and loving, and forgiving. She resents her family sometimes, but would do anything for them. She gets mad, but is quick to make up. And when she knows she's wrong, Rosie can apologize.

history

PARENTS: Ron Weasley, 41, alive; Hermione (Granger), 41, alive
SIBLINGS: Hugo Weasley, 13, alive
OTHER RELATIVES: the entire Weasley family
PETS: a deaf tabby cat called Tommy
HISTORY: Rosie was born to Ron and Hermione Weasley in May, 2006. She was born precocious, the sort of child who did puzzles and read books long before she knew what the words meant. The day she realized that other people didn't look at the world the way she did, she spent a long time watching everyone else's faces. It was a family dinner, and she wondered for months who was smart, and who was faking it. In hindsight, it made her a bit of a brat.
Going to Hogwarts more or less forced her to grow out of it. She marched in confident in her abilities as a witch and was appropriately and justifiably schooled, and by the second week of her first year Rose was pretty much invisible and more or less held in contempt by her peers as a know-it-all with her face in a book seven days a week. But shit happens. If belonging to the biggest family known to the British wizarding community taught her anything, it was how to deal with it, and deal with it she did. Rosie pretty quickly got fed up with being the nerd, and decided that if there was one thing she wasn't going to be, it was the Weasley whom everybody looked over.
To celebrate the Christmas holidays, she blew up a toilet and drank some seventh year's entire stash of firewhiskey. She habitually set things on fire. She tore up tapestries and broke almost anything she came in contact with. She didn't get caught too frequently, because at her core Rosie was a smart girl with more than enough sense to cover up the evidence of most of her misdemeanors. Except for the toilet one. She was proud of that.
Her parents didn't know what to think. Rosie didn't know what to think, either. At home, she was a perfect angel. Rosie loved her family, and when she was with them it was okay to be one of many. With her parents and her family, she belonged. But year after year, she'd get in trouble for one thing or another. At the end of her fourth year, the school was baffled with what to do with her, because despite nearly perfect grades, she never failed to spend at least three days a week in detention. So they sent home a letter, spelling it out plainly that if Rosie didn't shape up, she would be expelled.
Since there isn't really a magical equivalent of military school, Rosie's parents are adamant that she learn to behave, or at least do things less likely to get her kicked out of school. And even though Rosie doesn't act like it, she does truly love Hogwarts, and doesn't particularly want to leave. Still, she's not sure if it's enough.

about you

ALIAS: Tre
HOW YOU FOUND US: a link at The Revolution Has Begun
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE: five, almost six
RP SAMPLE:
Kevin knew, at the very heart of his being, that he'd rather be anywhere else.
It wasn't that he hated working at the music store. He really loved it, actually. He liked being able to flick through the rows and rows of CDs, the bins of records off to one side for a pound a piece, playing with the guitars when no one was around. He liked reading V for Vendetta while customers browsed, or giving them advice on which album to buy for their kid's birthday.
But nothing could forgive the complete lack of skill coming from the piano in the back room. Normally his mother's students were just fine, and their mistakes could be chalked up to youth, inexperience, or the difficulty of the music. But he saw this girl come in, as she had been doing for years, and none of those three excuses applied. She was seventeen. She was a fairly old student. And she had been practicing Für Elise for two fucking weeks now. There was no reason she should mess up that much.
A woman with hair as white as her shoes came up to the counter. "Excuse me," she asked. Her voice was thin, like wire.
"Yeah- yes?" he said. Kevin was putty in the hands of old women. They scared him.
"Do you have anything by, um..." she fished through her pockets and pulled out a little piece of paper, "a band called Pulp?"
"Of course," Kevin said.
"Could you show me?" she asked. Kevin led her to the Alt Rock section, found the albums under P, and pointed to the Pulp section. The woman flipped through the albums before deciding on Different Class, and Kevin rung it up for her. The woman hummed on her way out. Kevin recognized it as Für Elise. She had a nice voice.
He settled back behind the counter and picked up the first issue of "Generation Next." He realized that he was humming under his breath.
It was finally three o'clock and the girl who'd been playing for the last half-hour was dismissed. Kevin thanked whatever deity was in charge of protecting his sanity, but immediately cursed as the girl walked up and down the aisles. She was whistling a Michael Jackson song.
Kevin considered closing the store for an emergency lunch break when she finally picked her final album (after going through "Billie Jean," "Bad," and "Beat It") and came to the front of the store. He didn't look at her as he scanned them, but instead noticed that she'd gone with Abbey Road and Quadrophenia.
Suddenly, she was a whole lot hotter than she had been five minutes ago, and he happily stared at her ass as she left the store.

[HARPER JADE BELBY]

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