Post by lucy on Oct 14, 2010 14:36:53 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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LUCY BRIANA WEASLEY[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: luc or lucille
AGE: eighteen
D.O.B.: may twenty-fourth
ALLEGIANCE: order
HOUSE: ravenclaw
WAND TYPE: eleven and four fifth's of an inch, rosewood wood, hippogriff talon core. excellent for charms work.
CANON OR ORIGINAL: canon
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: icy blue
HEIGHT: five feet six and a half inches
WEIGHT: one hundred and ten pounds
BODY TYPE: slim, slender
VOICE: lulling and musical, soft and sweet.
PERSONAL STYLE: lucy has a very down to earth, casual style about her. she's perfectly fine in jeans and a t-shirt, or some blue jean shorts and a tank top. she likes button downs, and dresses. just about everything you normally see anyone wear, you bet miss weasley can be found sporting it as well.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: lucy is well proportioned girl. she has long legs, and is very 'limby' as some would say. her firey hair is a trait passed down through the weasley gene pool, her blue eyes were a gift from her mother. her hair is wild and untamable, and to be honest, it looks better when it straightened, though it's a rare occasion when you'll find her with straight hair. she normally wears it down and lets it curl. she takes after her father when it comes to skin tone, though she has her mother's voice and body curves.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: being named just lucy, cauldron cakes, freesia, cinnamon, extreme heat waves, sweating, perspiration, feeling sticky, the feel of unwashed hair, the way a potion smells when it goes wrong, herbology, competitions, the house rivalry, having an unintelligent conversation, jumping through hoops to please someone, having major information kept from her, awkward silences, secrets, and gossip.
GOALS: over come her fear of open water, make decent marks on her newt's, become an auror - or a famous author, and make her family proud.
BOGGART: the great black abyss: this is simply a void, of sorts. lucy is absolutely terrified of what happens after death. she's not afraid of dying, per se, but what comes after it. is there a heaven? is there hell? or is there nothing more than a deep black darkness? she'll never know until she's dead, and that's what really scares her. she's not afraid of dying because it's inevitable, but she'd like to not die anytime soon.
PATRONUS: her best memory, eh? well that would definitely have to be the first time she ever saw snow, and remembered it. she couldn't seem to get enough of it, watching as the small flakes fell effortlessly, clinging to the ground, creating a white blanket of powder. it was miraculous and definitely a sight to behold.
DEMENTOR: her worst memory would definitely have to be the day that she nearly drowned. she and her family had gone for a swim at a nearby lake, and all was going well. her parents left, they were only gone for five minutes, but something had happened. she had been a little cocky and wanted to prove to her siblings that she could touch the bottom of the lake, but as she was going down her swimsuit caught hold of something submerged in the water and she couldn't pull free. she tried with all of her might, squirming, even screaming bloody murder, but alas, being underwater, it didn't help. she was rescued by her older sister, and to this day lucy refuses to go more than knee deep into any water.
AMORENTIA: pumpkin spice, coconut, wild flowers, and an earthy smell.
BASIC PERSONALITY: quick witted, intelligent, admirable, wanderer, rover, resilient, luminescent, masochistic, quirky, enigmatic.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: audrey
BROTHER(S): not available
SISTER(S): molly weasley - twenty-two - graduated
OTHER: arthur and molly weasley - grandparents. bill, charlie, george, ronald, and ginny weasley - aunts and uncles by blood. angelina, hermione, fleur weasley, and harry potter - aunts & uncle by marriage. james, albus, lily, victoire, dominique, louis, rose, hugo, fred, roxanne, and gideon - cousins.
BLOOD STATUS: half-blood
HOMETOWN: london, england and ottery st. catchpole, devon, england
CURRENT RESIDENCE: hogwarts
BIOGRAPHY: life for lucy briana weasley began on may twenty-fourth, she was seven pounds, two ounces when she was born, and it was ten fifty-two in the morning when she breathed her first breath of life. she was the second and the last child born to the weasley couple. her father being percy weasley, the third oldest of the weasley clan, and audrey young, now weasley. lucy had one other sibling, and that was molly, who happens to be four years older than herself.
in the first few years of her life it's hard to say what happened and how she acted. of course she's heard countless stories about how she was this glorious little child. and she's heard stories quite to the contrary. of course, asking her sister really didn't do her much good. she likes to say she was a grade a child, very well behaved and pretty much the ideal kid, but in reality she was not quite so perfect.
when she was five she saw her first snow fall, well probably her hundreth, but it was the one that really stuck with her. she uses this particular memory to conjure her patronus. it was a really magical event, to see how big of an impact such a small thing had. you could say that it inspired her to be the best she could be, so that maybe one day she too, could leave her impression on the world.
when she was nine when she nearly drowned. it was a family outing and her parents had stepped away for only five minutes, but lucy was just such a troublemaker. had it not been for her sister, molly, she would be dead and six feet under. she really appreciates her older sister and can't express her gratitude enough.
at the age of eleven lucy was accepted into hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry and after the immediate spark of excitement and the hustle and bustle of school shopping, and the long train ride to hogwarts lucy felt the anxiety and thrill of being sorted. to her small dissappointment she was sorted into ravenclaw, but as the years progressed she found that it was not such a bad choice and it really did suit her better.
at fifteen lucy began to map out her life's plan. she started taking courses that would ultimately help her in achieving her goals and desires. she passed her owl's with flying colors, receiving a great many o's and only a handful of exceeds expectations. with this she was able to continue on the road to becoming an auoror.
now she's eighteen, a little old, but eh, she was a late bloomer of sorts. she's in her final year at hogwarts, and all she has to do is ace her newt's and she's bound to be well on her way to becoming an auror in no time at all. she's brilliant and able to think in tight situations. she has hundreds of spells memorized and tucked away within the confines of her mind, and she believes she's a top notch pick. however, should she not be as good as she believes, she has recently, and by that i mean since the age of thirteen, become fascinated with books and writing, and should her dreams of being an auror be crushed, she has a fall back. which would be writing.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: seven years
HOW YOU FOUND US: ad hopping <3
OTHER CHARACTERS: celeste helard and saphira finnigan
RP SAMPLE:
how long had it been? how many seconds, minutes, hours, days had she spent locked away? had it been days, weeks, or months? god she could not answer that question without hesitation. she had relapsed, and pretty badly. the memories of the past, the ones she'd been repressing for nearly eight months came back and struck her violently. the memories, the nightmares had her screaming herself awake, had her thrashing about her bed, as if she were literally fighting off an attacker. but no, there was no one there, there were never rough hands man handling her and taking advantage of her frail and weak figure. she was never attacked, never broken. yet night after night she found herself meeting her nemesis, trying to fight him, trying to keep him from using her, and yet, she could not. muggle drugs worked on her as they did any other human. and again, she was hurt, and ripped apart from the seams. she felt weak and useless, and she was. she never did herself any good, yet the memories that had once been reality haunted her. like a festering cut that just would not heal. she picked at it over and over again, and she was practically useless to stop herself from doing it. her dorm mates were not a fan of her tantrums, yet she was powerless to stop them. for a stretch of time she looked into those power hungry eyes, and watched as that man took pleasure from beating her and bruising her. she watched his excitment as he tortured her mercilessly. she could see the joy he received from her, and she was unable to stop him. unable to stop him from taking her, over and over again. however, those memories were not her most prominent. no the worst memory she suffered from was the one in which she killed him. jeremiah, her stepfather. the man needed to pay for his crimes, needed to pay for the sick and twisted things he did to her. so one day she took matters into her own hands. she pretended to sleep as he snuck into her bedroom, and as he was about to inject her with his special medicine, which he promised would her feel good, but really only paralyzed her, she managed to dodge it, and a scuffle followed, they fought for control of that little syringe, and finally, she managed to plunge it into his chest, and push in the that little knob, she watched as the medication slowly disappeared. after that, when he was motionless, and an expression of pure fear was frozen on his face, she reached for the knife.
the blade was hidden beneath her pillow, and as she clenched it in both hands she whispered goodbye, and began to stab the man who had stolen her innocence, and her life. she screamed bloody murder as his blood splattered her white dress. she stayed there, knife stuck in the man's chest, his blue eyes frozen on her, the same eyes that were now haunting her. that dream had been the worst and it was that dream that had her moving now. she nearly fell out of her bed in her hast to get out, she threw clothes haphazardly from her trunk and tossed on a simple white dress, perhaps it was not the best thing to throw on at the moment, but it was simple and easy and she was in a real hurry. she raced for the door, and found herself running full speed down that winding staircase. her heart was pounding uncontrollably as she reached the commons, her head spun and she felt faint, but she pushed herself on. ignoring all of the aching pain in her chest, because there was a bigger and far more greater pain that threatened to torment her should she stop moving. if she let it catch up, she thought it might be the end of her. this was a night that she needed trelan, at least with him, this pain could not catch her. but he was probably safely tucked away in his dorm, probably passed out, and celeste did not have the heart to wake him up and tell him about her problems. she'd told trelan many things about herself, but the one thing she never told him was the fact that her step father had raped her, and she'd also never told him that she had been the one to kill him. she made it out of the portrait hole and kept running, she felt as though she were running in circles, or boxes, depending on how you'd like to look at it. but the grand staircase was horrible on her. she hit the rails several times and nearly toppled over once as it moved. once she nearly ran right off of the landing, seeing as the staircase moved mere seconds before she reached it. by the time she reached the entrance hall her lungs burned sickeningly, and they screamed for oxygen, her breath came to fast, and it hurt to inhale. just like her leg muscles screamed in agony as she continued to push her body, continued to force herself to run. perhaps it was wrong of her, but she was trying to preserve herself. keep herself alive, and she was positive that if the pain she felt inside ever washed over her she would never resurface.
celeste pushed her way out of the castle, uncaring of the professors and prefects on duty, she would never let them catch her, not without having to run for their lives anyway. she would not stop, surely she would not. she tripped and stumbled several times in her haste to leave the castle and it's magically protected grounds, she rushed to leave that magnificent castle behind. not only was it her home, it was her prison. the cold night air whipped around her, stinging her exposed skin with a crisp burn, and it only added to the other pains. she pushed them to the back of her mind, unable to focus on them, she was trying to reach the gates, once outside them she could apparate. she found herself running down now, the climb wasn't too steep, yet if she lost balance once she would undoubtably fall, and roll, and break something, but in her time of need her balance did not fail her. she managed to make it safely down, and she threw out her arms, in order to push the gates open, and lucky for her, it was open just a crack, which was enough for her. the gate moved, not without reluctance, but it gave leiway, and finally opened enough for her to get through. she felt free the moment the gate gave way, and as she turned she focused on london and that beauitful tower that seemed to rise high above the city. she felt like she were being sucked through a tube, and her body felt compressed, her ragged breathing increased, and the pain in her chest was magified by a thousand as she was pressed further and further together. then in the next second she was standing before the tower she'd imagined mere moments ago. she stood disoriented for a moment, but within ten seconds she regained control of herself and she found herself running again. she threw open that small wooden door and pounded her way up those stairs. with each step she took her calves burned in protest, and her lungs screamed for mercy. her legs shook, and her heart threatened to give out, but she pushed on, unwilling to give up. unwilling to stop. she rounded those stairs so fast her head spun and she closed her eyes. her foot missed a single step, and she found herself falling, she managed to catch herself, before she literally hurt herself. the moment shocked her and had her paralyzed, and after two minutes, she finally let go, took a deep, acheing breath, and started running again. step after step after step. god, how much further? no less than a minute later she reached the top and she threw herself at the door, stumbling into the room as the door gave way. she raced for the edge of the tower. throwing out her arms horazontally to catch herself at the doorway leading out. she swung forward and snapped back as her arms hit the frame. her chest rose and fell so quickly she thought her heart might burst through her ribs. she could not catch her breath, and as she stood, unmoving, she felt the pain and fear mixing, while creeping steadily closer to her, the realization of what was coming overwhelming her, causing her to nearly hyperventilate.
the blade was hidden beneath her pillow, and as she clenched it in both hands she whispered goodbye, and began to stab the man who had stolen her innocence, and her life. she screamed bloody murder as his blood splattered her white dress. she stayed there, knife stuck in the man's chest, his blue eyes frozen on her, the same eyes that were now haunting her. that dream had been the worst and it was that dream that had her moving now. she nearly fell out of her bed in her hast to get out, she threw clothes haphazardly from her trunk and tossed on a simple white dress, perhaps it was not the best thing to throw on at the moment, but it was simple and easy and she was in a real hurry. she raced for the door, and found herself running full speed down that winding staircase. her heart was pounding uncontrollably as she reached the commons, her head spun and she felt faint, but she pushed herself on. ignoring all of the aching pain in her chest, because there was a bigger and far more greater pain that threatened to torment her should she stop moving. if she let it catch up, she thought it might be the end of her. this was a night that she needed trelan, at least with him, this pain could not catch her. but he was probably safely tucked away in his dorm, probably passed out, and celeste did not have the heart to wake him up and tell him about her problems. she'd told trelan many things about herself, but the one thing she never told him was the fact that her step father had raped her, and she'd also never told him that she had been the one to kill him. she made it out of the portrait hole and kept running, she felt as though she were running in circles, or boxes, depending on how you'd like to look at it. but the grand staircase was horrible on her. she hit the rails several times and nearly toppled over once as it moved. once she nearly ran right off of the landing, seeing as the staircase moved mere seconds before she reached it. by the time she reached the entrance hall her lungs burned sickeningly, and they screamed for oxygen, her breath came to fast, and it hurt to inhale. just like her leg muscles screamed in agony as she continued to push her body, continued to force herself to run. perhaps it was wrong of her, but she was trying to preserve herself. keep herself alive, and she was positive that if the pain she felt inside ever washed over her she would never resurface.
celeste pushed her way out of the castle, uncaring of the professors and prefects on duty, she would never let them catch her, not without having to run for their lives anyway. she would not stop, surely she would not. she tripped and stumbled several times in her haste to leave the castle and it's magically protected grounds, she rushed to leave that magnificent castle behind. not only was it her home, it was her prison. the cold night air whipped around her, stinging her exposed skin with a crisp burn, and it only added to the other pains. she pushed them to the back of her mind, unable to focus on them, she was trying to reach the gates, once outside them she could apparate. she found herself running down now, the climb wasn't too steep, yet if she lost balance once she would undoubtably fall, and roll, and break something, but in her time of need her balance did not fail her. she managed to make it safely down, and she threw out her arms, in order to push the gates open, and lucky for her, it was open just a crack, which was enough for her. the gate moved, not without reluctance, but it gave leiway, and finally opened enough for her to get through. she felt free the moment the gate gave way, and as she turned she focused on london and that beauitful tower that seemed to rise high above the city. she felt like she were being sucked through a tube, and her body felt compressed, her ragged breathing increased, and the pain in her chest was magified by a thousand as she was pressed further and further together. then in the next second she was standing before the tower she'd imagined mere moments ago. she stood disoriented for a moment, but within ten seconds she regained control of herself and she found herself running again. she threw open that small wooden door and pounded her way up those stairs. with each step she took her calves burned in protest, and her lungs screamed for mercy. her legs shook, and her heart threatened to give out, but she pushed on, unwilling to give up. unwilling to stop. she rounded those stairs so fast her head spun and she closed her eyes. her foot missed a single step, and she found herself falling, she managed to catch herself, before she literally hurt herself. the moment shocked her and had her paralyzed, and after two minutes, she finally let go, took a deep, acheing breath, and started running again. step after step after step. god, how much further? no less than a minute later she reached the top and she threw herself at the door, stumbling into the room as the door gave way. she raced for the edge of the tower. throwing out her arms horazontally to catch herself at the doorway leading out. she swung forward and snapped back as her arms hit the frame. her chest rose and fell so quickly she thought her heart might burst through her ribs. she could not catch her breath, and as she stood, unmoving, she felt the pain and fear mixing, while creeping steadily closer to her, the realization of what was coming overwhelming her, causing her to nearly hyperventilate.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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