Post by bryan on Dec 27, 2007 2:13:56 GMT -5
Name: Ronald Bilius Weasley
Age: 15
Year: Fifth
House: Gryffindor
Parents: Molly {Prewett} and Arthur Weasley
Siblings(if any): Ginny, Fred, George, Percy, Bill, Charlie
Race: Human/Wizard
Hair Color: Ginger {Red}
Eye Color: Icy-Blue
Height: I would say somewhere around 5'8"
Looks: Ron is a tall gangling person. Definitely one of Harry's tallest classmates. Aside from his brothers' of course. He can be found wearing the usual Gryffindor Robes, and whatever kind of shoes they wear (Uncertain). He has icy blue eyes, and carries on the trademark face of the Weasley's having many freckles.
He also has Flaming red hair as does the rest of his family, Molly, Arthur, Percy, Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie. Some people think he has a big nose, for whatever reason they think that I am unsure. But he is also described in the book with big hands and big feet. Which would seem normal for being such a tall person.
Personality: Ron, he likes to bicker. But it is never so often as it is in his friendship with Hermione. Ron is a very loyal, and at some points in his life fairly brave. Such as in Second year when they were forced into the den of Aragog. Much of his personality is consumed by Hot-headedness though, another large chunk covered by Sarcasm. There are plenty of points in his lifetime when these points come out.
Although smart (with his innate abbilty of Chess-Playing and his wit) he is a very average student. Though he is often too lazy to bother with his studies. Hermione being the 'perfectionist' of their group. He always had it done. Though he had never figured out why she had done it for either of them.
He also has a highly ambitious side to him, wanting dearly to be popular and successful in academics and in life. He is often worried about his families economic situation. This sometimes causing rows to break out between, Harry and himself. But they tend to pass by quickly.
Strengths:
Weakness:
Quirks:
History:
Ronald was born on March 1st, 1980 to Arthur and Molly Weasley (Prewett). He is their sixth, and last son. Having 6 other siblings makes it kind of hard for this Wizarding Family get what they want as they are not the richest people in the world. Ron grew up int he family home, The Burrow, near the village of Ottery St Catchpole near Devon, Britain.
Year 1
In my first year, boarding Platform 9 and 3/4. It felt a little weird, going to a school where plenty of other wizards and witches would be bound together for almost a year. But I got over that as I met Harry Potter in a compartment by himself. I asked to sit down and he immediately said 'yes'. That was when everything started to bloom. We began talking just about nothing in particular. Then next thing we know, a girl charges in, Looking for a toad by the name of 'Trevor'. It was kind of awkward. I mean a toad?
Well, everything got weirder as we arrived at Hogwarts. Our Defense against the dark arts teacher studdered at every word, A little weird. And then, a troll was let in! And it would have killed Hermione had not Harry and I hadn't been there, I learned how to use a charm I hadn't been able to use before that, and the same girl who had criticized it had taught me it.
In the end, Hermione and I helped Harry defeat Voldemort and keep him dis-embodied. Also keeping him from getting the Sorcerer's Stone.
My whole life had changed this year, and it had only gotten better with Harry and Hermione in my life.
Year 2
This year started off a little wild. 1) We couldn't get in to the Platform. 2) We had to take My Father's flying Ford Anglia to get to school. And that didn't end well, actually it being glomped by the Whomping Willow and then driving itself into the Forbidden Forest. We were almost expelled for two reasons, 1) because we 'hurt' the Whomping Willow, 2) Because a couple of muggles seen the car. Pfft, they wouldn't have known what it was.
Later into the year, we found many petrifications happening over the school. But the one most concerning me, Hermione Granger. She had been petrified while looking in the library. Also, this year, we got to use Polyjuice potion, It was disgusting! And it looked like mud. Well, anyway, later did we figure out that my little sister, Ginny was setting a basilisk loose in the pipes. Being controlled by Tom Riddle AKA Voldemort.
Harry defeated the basilisk, and Tom's diary killing him in the process, saved my sister, freed an elf, and still managed to live to tell the tale.
This year, we had only grown closer.
Year 3
This year, it started just like it has the year before. Except this time we had a psycho killer on the loose. Sirius Black, he killed 13 people with a single curse, which was believed to be true, but Harry and Hermione prove this wrong as I sit on a bed with a broken leg, but that goes too far into the story,
Harry, Hermione, and I arrive at Hogwarts again. For the third time, It's pretty plain for a while. But later we figure out that Hagrid is our New Care of Magical Creatures teacher, and while at this, Draco gets attacked by a hippogriff. But, this year, Hermione got revenge on Draco by punching him in the face, yes, square in the face. It was bloody brilliant if you ask me. This was also the year we got to go to Hogsmeade, well, Hermione and I anyway. Harry didn't get his permission slip signed. I still enjoyed the time I spent with Hermione though.
Later, we figure out Sirius Black wasn't the killer after all. But Peter Pettigrew AKA Scabbers, yes, my rat was an animagus, Who knew? Well, none of us except for Sirius. Only then to figure out Lupin was a werewolf. Hermione had known all along. But Hermione saves the day as she had been given a time-turner at the beginning of the year, allowing her to save Sirius Black from a dementor's kiss, along with a hippogriff whom he escaped by riding away from Hogwarts. And to think I had that huge argument with Hermione about Crookshanks eating Scabbers for nothing.
This year, I feel Hermione and I drifted farther apart than what was needed, as for Harry and I, We got closer.
Year 4
This year, Hogwarts was to hold the Tri-wizarding Tournament. A tournament where Three contestants from different schools challenged each other in different magical categories. But 4 had been chosen this year, Cedric Diggory, Viktor Krum, and Fleur Delacour, then Harry Potter. And nobody knows how he entered because of the age-line around it. But he was chosen nonetheless.
He competed in a challenge where he had to collect a golden egg from a Hungarian Horntail provided by my older brother, Charlie. Then, he had to save me, yes me, from merpeople. Mhm. I was suspended under the black lake as was Hermione, Gabrielle, and Cho Chang, Harry's crush. Then came the last and worst challenge yet. The Maze. They all had to go through it. And Harry and Cedric got the cup at the same time. Only to figure out it was a portkey!
Transported to the graveyard in Little Whinging where Harry lives with his aunt and uncle. It was also the place Cedirc Diggory died. And Voldemort came back with a fresh new body.
This year, it only made me see what kind of a jerk I could really be.
All I can say is, I hope our next year is better than this one.
RP Sample: Note: This is from another site on which I play Ronald Weasley.
"Oh sorry." came the voice of the one and only Ronald Weasley. He looked the girl over that was not far from her. "Are you a Weasley?" he asked her, not able to tell. "Because you never really know anymore." he said heaving a huge sigh. Watching as the kid spoured into the Great Hall. He looked at the open Double Oak Doors into which kids were still struggling to get through, he let out a small chuckle at the sight of it. Then seeing the girl with a pencil and pad. "What're you drawing if I may ask?" he asked her. Not able to tell from his distance. He sat down on the same step as the other girl, and watched the smaller and younger kids.
He looked back to the girl. "I'm Ronald by the way. Ronald Weasley." he said with a small grin. "And judging by your height. Your a Seventh Year aren't you?" he asked her. He looked behind him, as he thought he had heard somebody else coming down the stairs, but only to realize nobody had been there. "Ron, pull yourself together." he said to himself. Watching as Sir Nick passed by them. "Hello Sir Nicholas!" he called out. Knowing it had been a bad idea as he would have no idea who it was. "Hello, might I ask Who're you?" he had asked him. "Forget it. Okay, just forget about it." Ron had replied. Sir Nick turned his head, and floated through the wall to the Great Hall.
"I can't stand this. Because there are two of everybody going around. Watch when Godric Gryffindor shows up himself." he said in a sarcastic tone, talking to nobody in particular. Just ranting on and on about something nobody would probably even comprehend. He pulled out his wand and began thinking of random spells, curses, hexes, and charms to help him in any way. And realized none would help at this point. He was starting to get furious. He conjured up a piece of parchment and a quill and began writing. Venting your feelings was not a good thing, but writing them out could help in many many ways. Especially right about now when he couldn't figure out what was going on. He scratched furiously at the parchment, dotting everything with such anger it almost punctured the paper.
He let out a large sigh once he was done. Folding it up and putting it into his right pocket. "That's better." he said again to no one in particular. He looked over the girl's shoulder to see the drawing, noticing somebody smiling at the kids who were passing his ghost-like figure, and then realized it was the Great Hall. He watched as her hand moved over the paper swiftly, forming different shapes and forms in which would probably be the children. He looked at the ghost-like figure once more, trying to make out it's face, only then realizing it was his brother Fred. He gasped at it, as he wasn't dead. But in the picture it resembled him as a ghost. "If I may ask. Is that Fred Weasley? That ghostly figure right there?" he asked pointing to it.
He brushed a few bangs out of the way of his vision to behind his ears, and scanned the Entrance Hall. Only a few kids including themselves were there. A few laughing fairly loud. And then there were the quiet ones, unlike himself, a she could never stay quiet. He was always the one breaking the silence. Never starting it. He raised his wand once more, trying to think of something. Now, only if he had a Calming Draught. Things would probably be going better than this, when he was about to start blowing steam out of his ears as Harry had done from eating a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean in thirs year. Or when he had eaten one of them and started roaring like a lion. Things like that could resemble him now.
He pulled out the piece of parchment, looking at all the smeared ink as he hadn't given it time to dry, and was probably splattered all over the inside of his pocket. "I'll get it later." he told himself. He read what he had written, looking at all of the mistakes he had made from writing too fast. He pulled out his wand and put the letter a few feet ahead of him. "Incendio." he said quietly as a twirl of blue light shot out of his wand, hitting the paper causing it to burst into flames. Then watched as it fell to the floor as ash. "That never gets old." he said to himself, giving himself a grin.
He again, returned his gaze to the picture she was drawing. Bringing him back to why did his brother look like a ghost? Did he die? Ron asked himself. No he couldn't have, I seen him at the beginning of the year. he told himself, trying to reassure him he wasn't dead. That would be extremely bad. Not to mention top my list. he said to himself in a doubtful tone.
He watched as the Doors to the Great Hall opened and a few kids filed in, he managed to get a glampse of the Enchanted Ceiling. Decorated like a cloudy night as usual. Well, usual for the Welcoming Feast anyway. Then heard the large doors clamp shut, waiting to be opened by the Prefects and Heads of House later. He could hear Professor McGonagall call off the names of the first years. Completely ignoring them as he didn't know who they were. Then heard a shout from the hat. "GRYFFINDOR!" it screamed, then a sudden eruption of applause from the Gryffindor Table.
He twirled the quill in-between two of his fingers, as he became bored. For the fact the girl still had not answered him. He was getting a headache from all the erupting applause and whistle, and now started lulling back and forth, slipping closer and closer with every passing second to sleep. He then woke up as another eruption of applause happened. He put his hand to his temple and rubbed it slowly as if he were healing it with his bare hands. Or as if they were dancing, and moving so fast you couldn't see them. He however knew this wasn't happening, as the full pain came on with another shout and applause.
He let out a small groan and finally pulled his knees up to his chest, watching outside one of the windows as darkness settled over Hogwarts. When so many hours earlier there had been so much light as the Sun rose over the horizon. He thought of the horizon as the line between life and death. Because something neutral always crossed it twice each day. The Sun had good purposes, providing people with light, but then there was always the horrible death you could receive instantly if close enough the earth or it.
Trying to pull his legs closer, his Gryffindor robes swayed behind him in a breeze that had just decided to pass through the castle halls. His icy-blue eyes began scanning the corridors as the wind carried some leaves, eyeing them quickly. He turned around and let himself slide down a few steps, trying to rid himself of his boredom and headache.
Landing on a few steps below him. He glanced up at the plain ceiling, and compared to the one in the Great Hall. So many differences. he thought. Sighing in relief as he heard many voices come up, talking to people all around them, luckily, none of them decided they had to come out and give him a worse headache than he already had.
Secret Word: Hedwig
Age: 15
Year: Fifth
House: Gryffindor
Parents: Molly {Prewett} and Arthur Weasley
Siblings(if any): Ginny, Fred, George, Percy, Bill, Charlie
Race: Human/Wizard
Hair Color: Ginger {Red}
Eye Color: Icy-Blue
Height: I would say somewhere around 5'8"
Looks: Ron is a tall gangling person. Definitely one of Harry's tallest classmates. Aside from his brothers' of course. He can be found wearing the usual Gryffindor Robes, and whatever kind of shoes they wear (Uncertain). He has icy blue eyes, and carries on the trademark face of the Weasley's having many freckles.
He also has Flaming red hair as does the rest of his family, Molly, Arthur, Percy, Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie. Some people think he has a big nose, for whatever reason they think that I am unsure. But he is also described in the book with big hands and big feet. Which would seem normal for being such a tall person.
Personality: Ron, he likes to bicker. But it is never so often as it is in his friendship with Hermione. Ron is a very loyal, and at some points in his life fairly brave. Such as in Second year when they were forced into the den of Aragog. Much of his personality is consumed by Hot-headedness though, another large chunk covered by Sarcasm. There are plenty of points in his lifetime when these points come out.
Although smart (with his innate abbilty of Chess-Playing and his wit) he is a very average student. Though he is often too lazy to bother with his studies. Hermione being the 'perfectionist' of their group. He always had it done. Though he had never figured out why she had done it for either of them.
He also has a highly ambitious side to him, wanting dearly to be popular and successful in academics and in life. He is often worried about his families economic situation. This sometimes causing rows to break out between, Harry and himself. But they tend to pass by quickly.
Strengths:
- Somewhat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Bickering, definitely.
- Eating, yes, I consider this one.
- Fighting, this is also a good one of his strengths.
- Sarcasm, he is also very good in this category
Weakness:
- Charms
- Potions
- Transfiguration
- Divination
- Homework
{Sorry, I could think much for these.}
Quirks:
- Bickering over nothing
- Arguing with Hermione
- Biting his lip
- Arguing in general
- Eating, I consider this one for here also.
History:
Ronald was born on March 1st, 1980 to Arthur and Molly Weasley (Prewett). He is their sixth, and last son. Having 6 other siblings makes it kind of hard for this Wizarding Family get what they want as they are not the richest people in the world. Ron grew up int he family home, The Burrow, near the village of Ottery St Catchpole near Devon, Britain.
Year 1
In my first year, boarding Platform 9 and 3/4. It felt a little weird, going to a school where plenty of other wizards and witches would be bound together for almost a year. But I got over that as I met Harry Potter in a compartment by himself. I asked to sit down and he immediately said 'yes'. That was when everything started to bloom. We began talking just about nothing in particular. Then next thing we know, a girl charges in, Looking for a toad by the name of 'Trevor'. It was kind of awkward. I mean a toad?
Well, everything got weirder as we arrived at Hogwarts. Our Defense against the dark arts teacher studdered at every word, A little weird. And then, a troll was let in! And it would have killed Hermione had not Harry and I hadn't been there, I learned how to use a charm I hadn't been able to use before that, and the same girl who had criticized it had taught me it.
In the end, Hermione and I helped Harry defeat Voldemort and keep him dis-embodied. Also keeping him from getting the Sorcerer's Stone.
My whole life had changed this year, and it had only gotten better with Harry and Hermione in my life.
Year 2
This year started off a little wild. 1) We couldn't get in to the Platform. 2) We had to take My Father's flying Ford Anglia to get to school. And that didn't end well, actually it being glomped by the Whomping Willow and then driving itself into the Forbidden Forest. We were almost expelled for two reasons, 1) because we 'hurt' the Whomping Willow, 2) Because a couple of muggles seen the car. Pfft, they wouldn't have known what it was.
Later into the year, we found many petrifications happening over the school. But the one most concerning me, Hermione Granger. She had been petrified while looking in the library. Also, this year, we got to use Polyjuice potion, It was disgusting! And it looked like mud. Well, anyway, later did we figure out that my little sister, Ginny was setting a basilisk loose in the pipes. Being controlled by Tom Riddle AKA Voldemort.
Harry defeated the basilisk, and Tom's diary killing him in the process, saved my sister, freed an elf, and still managed to live to tell the tale.
This year, we had only grown closer.
Year 3
This year, it started just like it has the year before. Except this time we had a psycho killer on the loose. Sirius Black, he killed 13 people with a single curse, which was believed to be true, but Harry and Hermione prove this wrong as I sit on a bed with a broken leg, but that goes too far into the story,
Harry, Hermione, and I arrive at Hogwarts again. For the third time, It's pretty plain for a while. But later we figure out that Hagrid is our New Care of Magical Creatures teacher, and while at this, Draco gets attacked by a hippogriff. But, this year, Hermione got revenge on Draco by punching him in the face, yes, square in the face. It was bloody brilliant if you ask me. This was also the year we got to go to Hogsmeade, well, Hermione and I anyway. Harry didn't get his permission slip signed. I still enjoyed the time I spent with Hermione though.
Later, we figure out Sirius Black wasn't the killer after all. But Peter Pettigrew AKA Scabbers, yes, my rat was an animagus, Who knew? Well, none of us except for Sirius. Only then to figure out Lupin was a werewolf. Hermione had known all along. But Hermione saves the day as she had been given a time-turner at the beginning of the year, allowing her to save Sirius Black from a dementor's kiss, along with a hippogriff whom he escaped by riding away from Hogwarts. And to think I had that huge argument with Hermione about Crookshanks eating Scabbers for nothing.
This year, I feel Hermione and I drifted farther apart than what was needed, as for Harry and I, We got closer.
Year 4
This year, Hogwarts was to hold the Tri-wizarding Tournament. A tournament where Three contestants from different schools challenged each other in different magical categories. But 4 had been chosen this year, Cedric Diggory, Viktor Krum, and Fleur Delacour, then Harry Potter. And nobody knows how he entered because of the age-line around it. But he was chosen nonetheless.
He competed in a challenge where he had to collect a golden egg from a Hungarian Horntail provided by my older brother, Charlie. Then, he had to save me, yes me, from merpeople. Mhm. I was suspended under the black lake as was Hermione, Gabrielle, and Cho Chang, Harry's crush. Then came the last and worst challenge yet. The Maze. They all had to go through it. And Harry and Cedric got the cup at the same time. Only to figure out it was a portkey!
Transported to the graveyard in Little Whinging where Harry lives with his aunt and uncle. It was also the place Cedirc Diggory died. And Voldemort came back with a fresh new body.
This year, it only made me see what kind of a jerk I could really be.
All I can say is, I hope our next year is better than this one.
RP Sample: Note: This is from another site on which I play Ronald Weasley.
"Oh sorry." came the voice of the one and only Ronald Weasley. He looked the girl over that was not far from her. "Are you a Weasley?" he asked her, not able to tell. "Because you never really know anymore." he said heaving a huge sigh. Watching as the kid spoured into the Great Hall. He looked at the open Double Oak Doors into which kids were still struggling to get through, he let out a small chuckle at the sight of it. Then seeing the girl with a pencil and pad. "What're you drawing if I may ask?" he asked her. Not able to tell from his distance. He sat down on the same step as the other girl, and watched the smaller and younger kids.
He looked back to the girl. "I'm Ronald by the way. Ronald Weasley." he said with a small grin. "And judging by your height. Your a Seventh Year aren't you?" he asked her. He looked behind him, as he thought he had heard somebody else coming down the stairs, but only to realize nobody had been there. "Ron, pull yourself together." he said to himself. Watching as Sir Nick passed by them. "Hello Sir Nicholas!" he called out. Knowing it had been a bad idea as he would have no idea who it was. "Hello, might I ask Who're you?" he had asked him. "Forget it. Okay, just forget about it." Ron had replied. Sir Nick turned his head, and floated through the wall to the Great Hall.
"I can't stand this. Because there are two of everybody going around. Watch when Godric Gryffindor shows up himself." he said in a sarcastic tone, talking to nobody in particular. Just ranting on and on about something nobody would probably even comprehend. He pulled out his wand and began thinking of random spells, curses, hexes, and charms to help him in any way. And realized none would help at this point. He was starting to get furious. He conjured up a piece of parchment and a quill and began writing. Venting your feelings was not a good thing, but writing them out could help in many many ways. Especially right about now when he couldn't figure out what was going on. He scratched furiously at the parchment, dotting everything with such anger it almost punctured the paper.
He let out a large sigh once he was done. Folding it up and putting it into his right pocket. "That's better." he said again to no one in particular. He looked over the girl's shoulder to see the drawing, noticing somebody smiling at the kids who were passing his ghost-like figure, and then realized it was the Great Hall. He watched as her hand moved over the paper swiftly, forming different shapes and forms in which would probably be the children. He looked at the ghost-like figure once more, trying to make out it's face, only then realizing it was his brother Fred. He gasped at it, as he wasn't dead. But in the picture it resembled him as a ghost. "If I may ask. Is that Fred Weasley? That ghostly figure right there?" he asked pointing to it.
He brushed a few bangs out of the way of his vision to behind his ears, and scanned the Entrance Hall. Only a few kids including themselves were there. A few laughing fairly loud. And then there were the quiet ones, unlike himself, a she could never stay quiet. He was always the one breaking the silence. Never starting it. He raised his wand once more, trying to think of something. Now, only if he had a Calming Draught. Things would probably be going better than this, when he was about to start blowing steam out of his ears as Harry had done from eating a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean in thirs year. Or when he had eaten one of them and started roaring like a lion. Things like that could resemble him now.
He pulled out the piece of parchment, looking at all the smeared ink as he hadn't given it time to dry, and was probably splattered all over the inside of his pocket. "I'll get it later." he told himself. He read what he had written, looking at all of the mistakes he had made from writing too fast. He pulled out his wand and put the letter a few feet ahead of him. "Incendio." he said quietly as a twirl of blue light shot out of his wand, hitting the paper causing it to burst into flames. Then watched as it fell to the floor as ash. "That never gets old." he said to himself, giving himself a grin.
He again, returned his gaze to the picture she was drawing. Bringing him back to why did his brother look like a ghost? Did he die? Ron asked himself. No he couldn't have, I seen him at the beginning of the year. he told himself, trying to reassure him he wasn't dead. That would be extremely bad. Not to mention top my list. he said to himself in a doubtful tone.
He watched as the Doors to the Great Hall opened and a few kids filed in, he managed to get a glampse of the Enchanted Ceiling. Decorated like a cloudy night as usual. Well, usual for the Welcoming Feast anyway. Then heard the large doors clamp shut, waiting to be opened by the Prefects and Heads of House later. He could hear Professor McGonagall call off the names of the first years. Completely ignoring them as he didn't know who they were. Then heard a shout from the hat. "GRYFFINDOR!" it screamed, then a sudden eruption of applause from the Gryffindor Table.
He twirled the quill in-between two of his fingers, as he became bored. For the fact the girl still had not answered him. He was getting a headache from all the erupting applause and whistle, and now started lulling back and forth, slipping closer and closer with every passing second to sleep. He then woke up as another eruption of applause happened. He put his hand to his temple and rubbed it slowly as if he were healing it with his bare hands. Or as if they were dancing, and moving so fast you couldn't see them. He however knew this wasn't happening, as the full pain came on with another shout and applause.
He let out a small groan and finally pulled his knees up to his chest, watching outside one of the windows as darkness settled over Hogwarts. When so many hours earlier there had been so much light as the Sun rose over the horizon. He thought of the horizon as the line between life and death. Because something neutral always crossed it twice each day. The Sun had good purposes, providing people with light, but then there was always the horrible death you could receive instantly if close enough the earth or it.
Trying to pull his legs closer, his Gryffindor robes swayed behind him in a breeze that had just decided to pass through the castle halls. His icy-blue eyes began scanning the corridors as the wind carried some leaves, eyeing them quickly. He turned around and let himself slide down a few steps, trying to rid himself of his boredom and headache.
Landing on a few steps below him. He glanced up at the plain ceiling, and compared to the one in the Great Hall. So many differences. he thought. Sighing in relief as he heard many voices come up, talking to people all around them, luckily, none of them decided they had to come out and give him a worse headache than he already had.
Secret Word: Hedwig