Post by birdybot on Jul 27, 2011 10:19:35 GMT -5
• MARCIE SOFIA WEASLEY •
it's better to face these kind of things
with a sense of poise and rationality
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WELCOME TO HOGWARTS! PLEASE, TELL US THE BASICS
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WELCOME TO HOGWARTS! PLEASE, TELL US THE BASICS
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hello! where to start... well, my name is marcie sofia weasley, although my surname used to be walker; i was adopted by charlie weasley when i was a baby. sometimes people call me marce, m or sie as a way of shortening marcie, but marcie's pretty short as it is so a lot of the time people don't bother. i am currently fifteen years old, and my birthday is on the twenty-ninth of february (or the twenty-eighth if it isn't a leap year). i am lucky enough to attend hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry and am currently in my fifth year and proudly belong to hufflepuff house. i am muggle-born but was adopted into a pureblood family so i've grown up knowing about magic and can tell you that although some of the other pureblood families are snooty and can't see why the weasleys would have let a muggle-born into their family, i can honestly say your blood makes no difference; just look at my aunt hermione! i love my wand dearly, and it is 10 1/4 inches, holly, supple with a unicorn hair core. the only possession i treasure as much as my wand is my broom; a firebolt 2000, which i spend ages keeping in perfect condition, a gift from my uncle harry when he found out i had been made captain and seeker of the hufflepuff quiditch team.
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THEY SAY YOU LOOK JUST LIKE LAUREN LOPEZ. DO YOU AGREE?
[/color][/size]THEY SAY YOU LOOK JUST LIKE LAUREN LOPEZ. DO YOU AGREE?
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who's lauren lopez? i'm sure she's awesome if she looks like me. i've got brown eyes and light brown hair which reaches a little past my shoulders and shows i'm obviously adopted into the weasley family rather than born because my hair doesn't have a touch of ginger in it and there isn't a single freckle on my face. i'm five foot three inches tall, so not as freakishly tall as some of the weasleys, and weigh one hundred and ten pounds. i have an agile, small and light build, which definately helps me when playing quidditch. i don't have any tatoos or piercings besides having pierced ears, i think that kinda thing is gross. i have plenty of scars, though, mostly faint or fading, from the various scuffles with other creatures i get into in werewolf form. i have a scar on my left arm, a bite mark from the werewolf bite i got when i was really young. i always tell everyone that a young dragon bit me when i was small, which people believe because i spent a lot of my childhood helping my dad with the younger, less dangerous dragons. i don't care much about the fashion, i wear what i like; colourful shirts and pale coloured jeans and shorts, converses, trainers, and never skirts or dresses. in wolf form, like all werewolves i look just like a normal wolf aside from my pupils, snout and tufted tail. my fur is light grey in colour and thanks to taking wolfsbane potion regualy i won't go out trying to kill anyone but i like to be on the safe side and avoid people.
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SO. TELL ME SOME OF YOUR LIKES AND DISLIKES.
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SO. TELL ME SOME OF YOUR LIKES AND DISLIKES.
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i love being outdoors and being around animals, especially dragons - i suppose that's what happens when you're brought up by someone like charlie weasley. my favourite sport is the only sport i'm any good at; quidditch, and with any luck i'll win hufflepuff the cup in my first year as captain! i value my family hugely since the countless members, bother the ones i see all the time like harry and ron's kids, and the ones i rarely see like the second cousins and cousins of cousins, treat me with lots of care and love and i love them all back. i love my friends, who i know won't desert me even if they find out what i am. i'm a big fan of acceptance, since as you can imagine being an adopted muggle-born hufflepuff werewolf nerd does tend to get you a few haters. i still like what i am, though, and i'm pleased to be different sometimes. being a nerd/geek/whatever has its advantages, as although people think i'm weirdsometimes, i can do well in most subjects if i try. another love of mine is music. not the old fashioned classical stuff, but modern rock or indie stuff. i can't sing or play an instrument myself, but i enjoy composing and people say i can be quite good at it.
i absolutely can't stand bullying and prejudice, and i get bullies quite easily but know how to deal with them by now. i don't like it when the hurt my friends and family, though, and unfortunately a lot of the stupid pureists target my family for being 'blood traitors' i can't stand how obnoxious they are! i really hate sluts and show-off, mostly because i feel they are, in the first case, throwing their lives away, and in the second case, making everyone else feel bad about themselves. the worst thing about my life is being a werewolf and being forced into transforming, it's really painful and it makes me feel isolated from everyone else sometimes, what with it being so difficult for us to get a job and all that. it's kinda weird for a werewolf (and makes people less suspicious of my being one), but i hate eating meat. i do love it as all werewolves do, but after spending so much time caring for wild animals and magical creatures with my foster father, how could i face eating one of them?
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WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT? AND TO GO WITH THAT, WHAT ARE YOUR WEAKNESSES?
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WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT? AND TO GO WITH THAT, WHAT ARE YOUR WEAKNESSES?
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as you could expect, i'm excellent at care of magical creatures, charlie having taught me loads and having been up close with all sorts of weird and wonderful things. i'm pretty good in defence against the dark arts classes and charms lessons, which are pretty enjoyable. the thing i'm best at is definately quidditch, and i must be a pretty good liar or someone would have figured out i'm a werewolf by now.
no-one's good at everything, of course. i'm terrible at astronomy and divination, i don't see any point in staring at the sky or into a teacup to try and tell what will happen that week. i'm really bad at keeping focused in lessons, i lose concentration easily and will daydream and figit and then have to ask a friend what the teacher was on about the last half hour. i'm not very organised, so although i write homework down, i'll always have to ask what lesson we have next, what the time is, when the transfiguration essay is due in... you get the picture. i'm pretty clumsy, the sort of person who will trip over their own feet or find the only splintered bit of railing to run their hand along.
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HOW ABOUT SOME OTHER NITPICKY THINGS?
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HOW ABOUT SOME OTHER NITPICKY THINGS?
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if i'm feeling anxious or worried about something, i have a tendancy to tuck and untuck my hair behind my ears. if i'm feeling especially angry i will end up accidently slipping the odd romanian insult/swear into my speech without actually noticing, and i tend to chew my lip when thinking. my worst fear is someone discovering my best kept secret, which happens to be my being a werewolf. i absolutely adore the smell of freshly baked bread, freshly cut grass and cool night air. i'm straight but i've never even been kissed, making me single although i wish i wasn't.
my boggart takes the form of a full moon, which is a bit of a giveaway as to what i am so i usually hide it from people or make up some lie about ghosts and strange orbs or whatever. my worst memory is definately when i got bitten by an unknown werewolf, this being the most scared i've ever been and causing me a lot of pain as well as starting a lot of problems in my life now.
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WHAT ABOUT YOUR OVERALL PERSONALITY?
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i'm a very carefree person, enabling me to easily forgive people and to not notice when someone's starting to turn against me or take advantage of my trust. naturally, this can wind me up in a good deal of trouble with pranks being played on me all the time, mostly by those arrogant slytherin bastards. i try to make friends in every house, but it really can be difficult with the slytherins because they make an effort to hate non-purebloods and most of them seem to think hufflepuff are a joke. ravenclaws can sometimes be a bit obnoxious, too, but mostly they're all right. i get on best with, aside from my fellow hufflepuffs, gryffindors. the majority of them have big hearts and aren't prejudiced in any way.
i'm fiercely loyal and will stay by the side of a friend through thick and thin, no matter what i find out about them, and i will always try my best to forgive them for stuff they've done wrong. we all make mistakes, right? even if it doesn involve my public embarassment... anyway, at least i know i can trust animals and magical creatures. being around them from an early age means i'm confident around them and know exactly how to gain their trust. dragons and hippogriffs and more vicious creatures like that are befriended much more easily if they can see you are at ease and not at all scared.
i love learning new spells. who doesn't? i desperately want to learn the patronus charm and to apparate, but i hear that's sixth year stuff. i'll just have to wait! i really wish i was allowed to use magic outside of school and when i leave school i want to be a quidditch player, to study magical creatures or to write music for a wizard band.
i'm usually an incredibly welcoming and accepting person open to new ideas and people, but around the full moon every month i feel really ill and tired, and become very irritable. eveything seems to annoy me and i'm best left alone.
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SO, YOU PROBABLY HAVE AN INTERESTING FAMILY. TELL US!
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SO, YOU PROBABLY HAVE AN INTERESTING FAMILY. TELL US!
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as a weasley, i have a huge family and i love them all. i have pictures of my birth parents but haven't kept in contact with them - i think it might be a shock for them and i'll meet them at some point but i'll have to speak to someone before introducing them to their witch and werewolf daughter! so, here is the family i was adopted into;
• charlie weasley - father, gryffindor, dragonologist
charlie's raised me as a single father, and while he seems more interested in his dragons most of the time he never hestitates to teach me what he's learned and help me out. he's a good guy and pretty awesome.
• --- --- weasley - brother, slytherin, seventh-year
--- can be a bit annoying sometimes, i think he might have picked up some funny ideas from the other slytherins, but he's welcoming like the other weasleys and we get on all right.
• --- --- weasley - brother, ravenclaw, fifth-year
since --- and i are both fifth-years, people often mistake us for being twins. i suppose we might as well be. we're close and get along really well and are always there to help each other, but not like my uncle george was to my late uncle fred.
• bill weasley - uncle, gryffindor
i like my uncle bill very much. he was attacked by a werewolf and has some wolfish habits which i suppose has brought us closer together. i like him a lot more than his wife and kids.
• fleur weasley née delacour - aunt
fleur is... well, she can annoy me. true, she's gorgeous and the best when it comes to asking for fashion advice and loves to do up my hair all nice and lend me pretty dresses for dances to the point other people ask me to get her to help them, but i don't really like being a doll all the time and dresses are only acceptable at dances.
• victoire --- weasley - cousin, female, hufflepuff, seventh-year
victoire's in the same house as me, and seems to think that because she's a seventh-year it's her job to make sure i'm ok. i'd rather be independant, but i appreciate her concern anyway.
• dominique --- weasley - cousin, female, hufflepuff, sixth-year
dominique's always good to see in the common room, and i like getting help off her since she's a year older so she's already gone through everything i have. she's a lot less protective that victoire.
• louis charles weasley - cousin, male, gryffindor, fifth-year
my relationship with louis is weird. on one hand, he loves dragons, and loves visiting us when we're in romania, but on the other hand, his worst fear is of werewolves. the whole family know what i am, of course, and he avoids me as much as possible.
• george weasley - uncle, gryffindor
george is a laugh. i love him dearly, and whenever i'm in diagon ally i pay his shop a visit. he'll sneak me freebies, too, it's great! i always have a blast when i'm staying with him and he's so unpredictable and hilarious. i do feel sorry for him, though; he never got over fred's death.
• angelina weasley née johnson - aunt, gryffindor
angelina's a nice person, kind and all that. she was a pretty good chaser in her time at hogwarts, and likes to go flying with me and help me train.
• fred --- weasley - cousin, male, gryffindor, sixth-year
fred, like his namesake was supposedly, is a good laugh. i've never met the uncle he was named after, but i'd have liked to, and he tells me stories about his uncle's twin's antics happily.
• roxanne --- weasley - cousin, female, gryffindor, sixth-year
• percy weasley - uncle, gryffindor
percy's very pompous. according to uncle ron he used to be much worse, which is hard to imagine. whenever we go round he always tells me about how he was head boy and a prefect when he was at hogwarts.
• audrey weasley née moon - aunt
• molly --- weasley - cousin, female, ravenclaw, seventh-year
• lucy josie weasley - cousin, female, ravenclaw, sixth-year
• ronald weasley - uncle, gryffindor
ron loves quidditch as much as i do, and introduced me to my quidditch team, the chudley cannons. they're not very good, but it's still fun to go to matches with him. ron's pretty awesome and loveable.
• hermione granger - aunt, gryffindor
hermione is scarily smart. whenever i go to stay at their house, which is quite often, she will teach me a load of new spells and if i ever need a book i can just ask her. she's a great help when it comes to the homework set for the holidays, too.
• rose --- weasley-granger - cousin, female, ravenclaw, seventh-year
• hugo --- weasley-granger - cousin, male, gryffindor, fifth-year
• harry james potter - uncle, gryffindor, auror
everyone says it's really cool that harry potter, the boy who lived, is my uncle, and i agree with them. i stay with the potters a lot when i'm not in romania, and he is an absolutely excellent seeker. he goes with me and ron when we watch quidditch matches a lot of the time and i love practicing quidditch with him. i've learned a lot from him, and he's a really nice guy.
• ginevra potter née weasley - aunt, gryffindor
ginny doesn't look it, but she is one tough cookie! she's nice most of the time, really awesome and stuff, but if she tells you to do something, you do it. you do not want to get on the wrong side of ginny potter! i have a lot of admiration and respect for her.
• james sirius potter - cousin, male, gryffindor, seventh-year
james can tease people sometimes, but he's a nice guy really. i like hanging out with him, but a lot of the time he'd rather be with his fellow seventh-years, which i understand.
• albus severus potter - cousin, male, slytherin, sixth-year
it's weird that albus is a slytherin, because he's so gentle and compassionate. uncle harry says that's a lot like severus snape, from whom he got his middle name. snape was a headmaster of hogwarts, a slytherin and the bravest man harry ever knew. ablus is such a sweet kid and proves that even slytherins can be nice.
• lily luna potter - cousin, female, gryffindor, fifth-year
i get along really well with lily; we have a lot in common. as we're in the same year at hogwarts, we have some classes together and get the same homework, so we can help each other out.
• ted remus lupin - cousin (not actually related but comes over so much he is considered my cousin)
teddy's pretty awesome and a great defence against the dark arts teacher, but it can sometimes be kind of awkward being taught by someone who's pretty much your cousin.
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HOW DID YOU GROW UP? TELL US ABOUT YOUR HISTORY.
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both my parents are muggles, so when, at barely a year old, i would cough sparks every now and then and even once managed to make some unwanted food my parents were trying to get me to eat disappear before levitating the bowl and making it put itself away, they freaked out and left me to be adopted. charlie weasley adopted me then, the second child he had adopted, since he recognised that i was a witch from the start and didn't want me to go and scare another muggle family or end up with muggles like uncle harry was brought up by. he felt it best i was brought up in a loving home by witches and wizards, and so i was, my birth parents explaining everything to him. they said they'd be happy to meet me when i'm older if i really wanted, and i think i might.
living with charlie as a single dad meant spending about a third of the year in romania exploring forests, diving into the wizarding culture there and playing with baby dragons, the other two thirds staying with my various aunts and uncles back in england. most of the time that meant staying with uncle harry, uncle ron or uncle george, and my visits would usually last a month or two and would be crammed full of watching quidditch matches, racing around diagon ally, or learning from my relatives' stories. i enjoyed my childhood immensely although it was quite hectic at times.
i became a werewolf at the age of eight, when i wondered into the romanian woods alone one night, which i had done before, but i guess i had gone deeper than before and when i after hearing a hungered growling i barely had time to register it before the huge wolf had pounced, jaws clamped around my arm. i screamed so loudly that charlie, who had been settling the dragons down for the night, heard and came rushing to my rescue with a large fledgeling dragon accompanying him. not knowing how to tackle werewolves, it was lucky he'd brought the dragon; setting it on the werewolf had the beast fleeing in seconds. he flew me, screaming in agony, on his broom the long flight to england and to st. mungos, where i made a slow recovering and was told where i could get wolfsbane potion. thanks to that potion i keep my mind when i transform, but that doesn't stop an urge to attack which can get difficult to surgress.
the whole family was delighted to hear that i had been accepted into hogwarts when i was eleven - there had been some doubt because of what i was. my family and i should imagine the hogwarts teachers are the only ones who know i am a werewolf to this day and with any luck it'll stay that way. i was sorted into hufflepuff, which wasn't too much of a surprise to my family since after my older brother was put in slytherin they were prepared for the adopted children to be in completely different houses to gryffindor as most of the weasleys ended up in.
i tried out for the quidditch team in my third year and was given the position of seeker. i retained the position in my fourth year and must have done my job well since i recieved a notice telling me i was made the hufflepuff quidditch captain along with the list of school supplies for my fifth year. uncle harry was so pleased, he bought me my firebolt 2000!
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SO WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THE CHARACTER, HOW ABOUT THE PLAYER?
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SO WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THE CHARACTER, HOW ABOUT THE PLAYER?
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heya, i'm known as birdybot or just birdy. i am a female and fifteen years old, and i don't go on msn any more really, so if you want to contact me your best bet it by email at dr.birdybot@gmail.com. i've been roleplaying for about three years now, and i found you through your affiliate, time will tell (i'm not acutally a member but i was site-searching and that's where i found your link). i have no other characters (yet) and the password is ADMIN EDIT.
Bran McKellan was a shadow. A ghost. He wasn't real, he didn't exist. He couldn't. He shouldn't.
And yet, here he was. Breathing. Heart beating. He could see Hajime Lab. This would be good. Yes. A Pokémon. That would... that would make everyting better. Yes, yes, everything would be all right. He wouldn't be lonely any more. No, no more loneliness. But he shouldn't be here. On this Earth. He was a Pokémorph. And Pokémorhs were bad. Evil. Things of the devil. That was what mummy had always said. That was what daddy had always said. That was what everyone, no matter how much he loved them, had always said, always spat, always cursed and hated him with a fiery passion!
But he hated himself too. He was like them in that sense. They could... be his friends...
No-one could be friends with a Pokémorph. They couldn't be trusted. That was what mummy, daddy, his sister-
Only they weren't here any more, where they? No, they were gone. Dead. And why? Because of a Pokémorph! That was what he was now. A Pokémorph. A stupid, filthy, inhuman Pokémorph just like that murderer! His brown eyes narrowed and he shuddered, shaking slightly.
+No, Bran. You are not bad. You are whatever you choose to be, and you know that deep down. Have faith in yourself for once,+ a voice inside his head spoke. This was Artemis, the Dragonite with whom he had grown up with. Artemis had protected him when the murderer came to his house. He had failed to protect Artemis, though. Now he was nothing more than a memory, his DNA combined with Bran's, his mind somewhere inside Bran's. The whole thing had left the boy traumatised, self hating, scarred and above all hear-devouringly lonely at the too young age of eight. "But Artemis, you know how I feel... you know what it's like... How can I face this Professor person if this is who I am? How can I be treated like a human?" he said aloud, voice considerably calmer to his maddened thoughts he had had a moment earlier.
+You are still a human, Bran. We've gone over this so many times. You are a human, just I am here with you, a part of you, always. Not truely dead. None of this is your fault. Getting a Pokémon would be good for you, it'll make you happy, find who you really are, what your calling it, help you be protected.+ Artemis said more forcefully. He couldn't hide anything from Bran, just as Bran couldn't hide anything from him. Bran could tell that Artemis hoped that caring for a Pokémon would have the same effect on him as it did when he cared for Artemis when he was a Dratini, but he himself had his doubts. After a while of Artemis nagging, he had decided to go and get a Pokémon. It wasn't like he was settling down or anything. He knew he'd still just wonder around like the lost soul he was, never truely belonging anywhere, never being accepted because he never accepted himself.
The door to Hajime Lab was in front of him now. The Dragonite 'morph adjusted his cloak to make sure it hid his Pokémon features, then reached out and knocked on the door. He felt like it should be raining or something, but it was actually a warm, pleasant day with singing birds, blue skies and sunshine.
And yet, here he was. Breathing. Heart beating. He could see Hajime Lab. This would be good. Yes. A Pokémon. That would... that would make everyting better. Yes, yes, everything would be all right. He wouldn't be lonely any more. No, no more loneliness. But he shouldn't be here. On this Earth. He was a Pokémorph. And Pokémorhs were bad. Evil. Things of the devil. That was what mummy had always said. That was what daddy had always said. That was what everyone, no matter how much he loved them, had always said, always spat, always cursed and hated him with a fiery passion!
But he hated himself too. He was like them in that sense. They could... be his friends...
No-one could be friends with a Pokémorph. They couldn't be trusted. That was what mummy, daddy, his sister-
Only they weren't here any more, where they? No, they were gone. Dead. And why? Because of a Pokémorph! That was what he was now. A Pokémorph. A stupid, filthy, inhuman Pokémorph just like that murderer! His brown eyes narrowed and he shuddered, shaking slightly.
+No, Bran. You are not bad. You are whatever you choose to be, and you know that deep down. Have faith in yourself for once,+ a voice inside his head spoke. This was Artemis, the Dragonite with whom he had grown up with. Artemis had protected him when the murderer came to his house. He had failed to protect Artemis, though. Now he was nothing more than a memory, his DNA combined with Bran's, his mind somewhere inside Bran's. The whole thing had left the boy traumatised, self hating, scarred and above all hear-devouringly lonely at the too young age of eight. "But Artemis, you know how I feel... you know what it's like... How can I face this Professor person if this is who I am? How can I be treated like a human?" he said aloud, voice considerably calmer to his maddened thoughts he had had a moment earlier.
+You are still a human, Bran. We've gone over this so many times. You are a human, just I am here with you, a part of you, always. Not truely dead. None of this is your fault. Getting a Pokémon would be good for you, it'll make you happy, find who you really are, what your calling it, help you be protected.+ Artemis said more forcefully. He couldn't hide anything from Bran, just as Bran couldn't hide anything from him. Bran could tell that Artemis hoped that caring for a Pokémon would have the same effect on him as it did when he cared for Artemis when he was a Dratini, but he himself had his doubts. After a while of Artemis nagging, he had decided to go and get a Pokémon. It wasn't like he was settling down or anything. He knew he'd still just wonder around like the lost soul he was, never truely belonging anywhere, never being accepted because he never accepted himself.
The door to Hajime Lab was in front of him now. The Dragonite 'morph adjusted his cloak to make sure it hid his Pokémon features, then reached out and knocked on the door. He felt like it should be raining or something, but it was actually a warm, pleasant day with singing birds, blue skies and sunshine.
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AND TO FINISH, WHO MADE THIS?
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AND TO FINISH, WHO MADE THIS?
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this entire application was made by HARPER BELLE?! of caution.
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