Post by Ginny Weasley on Mar 5, 2007 14:15:14 GMT -5
Name: Ginevra Molly Weasley
Age: Sixteen/Sixth Year
Birthday: 12th March
Bloodline: Pure-blood
Physical Description: Known for her typical Weasley long, flowing red hair, bright hazel eyes and pale complexion. Tall and slim; making her perfect for the Chaser position she plays on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Personality: Fiery temper - as in all red heads, although kind and sweet at most times. She is always keen for an adventure, regardless of whether it be extremely dangerous or not.
Likes: Quidditch, hanging out with the trio and her older brothers, a good joke.
Dislikes: People telling her what to do, people telling her what's best for her, people trying to protect her and not letting her get into trouble - mainly Harry.
History: Came to Hogwarts after many years of what seemed like prolonged waiting. Has already once been possessed by Voldemort and nearly had her life taken from her. Became Quidditch Chaser for the gryffindor team in her fifth year and previously substituted Harry as Seeker when he was banned from playing the game by the hateful Dolores Umbridge. She has dated boys including Micheal Corner and Dean Thomas which has led her to date the famous Harry Potter for a short while, realising that her childhood crush had not left her. She was involved in the vicious fight against the Death-Eaters in the Department of Mysteries although she was more of a hazard than a help due to her broken ankle and last year fought bravely again, managing to, this time, show her improved skills, perhaps thanks to the small doses of Felix Felicis Harry had given to his friends.
Family and Pets:She is the youngest and only daughter of the Weasley family, having six older brothers and most recently a new step-sister of whom she is not too fond of. Currently has a Pygmy Puff named Arnold in her keeping.
Roleplaying Sample: Ginny awoke to the sound of birds singing - although it sounded more like shrieking. She groaned and threw her pillow on top of her head, hoping it would drown out the 'singing'. Unfortunately, after another minute of terpid shrieks she realised she would have to go for Plan Two.
It was for this matter that a none too happy Weasley stumbled into the family kitchen for breakfast, as Plan Two had involved reluctantly prising herself up from under the soft covers and shutting the large wooden window.
"Good morning, dear," Mrs Weasley had greeted her daughter most cheerily but young Ginny felt it too much of an effort to reply verbally and so Mrs Weasley had to be satisfied with a flimsy wave in her direction.
"I really don't know what's got into you, Ginny, dear," lectured her mother "It's all those sleepless nights I expect. No one can rest easy nowadays, even the aurors must tremble in their beds! I say it's a terrible thing happened when Dumbledore died. Even your dear father can't say his name without teary eyes..."
Mrs Weasley rambled on in this manner; her daughter, long given up listening focused her attantion elsewhere; on the tap, to be precise. Water dripping from its nose every few seconds. Drip. Drop. It wasn't safe to think of anything else now. It was only when she was locked in her room that she could safely weep and drown.
Age: Sixteen/Sixth Year
Birthday: 12th March
Bloodline: Pure-blood
Physical Description: Known for her typical Weasley long, flowing red hair, bright hazel eyes and pale complexion. Tall and slim; making her perfect for the Chaser position she plays on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Personality: Fiery temper - as in all red heads, although kind and sweet at most times. She is always keen for an adventure, regardless of whether it be extremely dangerous or not.
Likes: Quidditch, hanging out with the trio and her older brothers, a good joke.
Dislikes: People telling her what to do, people telling her what's best for her, people trying to protect her and not letting her get into trouble - mainly Harry.
History: Came to Hogwarts after many years of what seemed like prolonged waiting. Has already once been possessed by Voldemort and nearly had her life taken from her. Became Quidditch Chaser for the gryffindor team in her fifth year and previously substituted Harry as Seeker when he was banned from playing the game by the hateful Dolores Umbridge. She has dated boys including Micheal Corner and Dean Thomas which has led her to date the famous Harry Potter for a short while, realising that her childhood crush had not left her. She was involved in the vicious fight against the Death-Eaters in the Department of Mysteries although she was more of a hazard than a help due to her broken ankle and last year fought bravely again, managing to, this time, show her improved skills, perhaps thanks to the small doses of Felix Felicis Harry had given to his friends.
Family and Pets:She is the youngest and only daughter of the Weasley family, having six older brothers and most recently a new step-sister of whom she is not too fond of. Currently has a Pygmy Puff named Arnold in her keeping.
Roleplaying Sample: Ginny awoke to the sound of birds singing - although it sounded more like shrieking. She groaned and threw her pillow on top of her head, hoping it would drown out the 'singing'. Unfortunately, after another minute of terpid shrieks she realised she would have to go for Plan Two.
It was for this matter that a none too happy Weasley stumbled into the family kitchen for breakfast, as Plan Two had involved reluctantly prising herself up from under the soft covers and shutting the large wooden window.
"Good morning, dear," Mrs Weasley had greeted her daughter most cheerily but young Ginny felt it too much of an effort to reply verbally and so Mrs Weasley had to be satisfied with a flimsy wave in her direction.
"I really don't know what's got into you, Ginny, dear," lectured her mother "It's all those sleepless nights I expect. No one can rest easy nowadays, even the aurors must tremble in their beds! I say it's a terrible thing happened when Dumbledore died. Even your dear father can't say his name without teary eyes..."
Mrs Weasley rambled on in this manner; her daughter, long given up listening focused her attantion elsewhere; on the tap, to be precise. Water dripping from its nose every few seconds. Drip. Drop. It wasn't safe to think of anything else now. It was only when she was locked in her room that she could safely weep and drown.