WEASLEY, roxanne belle

[Kris]

ROXANNE BELLE WEASLEY
DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE,

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»» Lemme hear you say
this shit is bananas:
B-A-N-A-N-A-S!

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----»» YOUR NAME: Kris
----»» AGE: 16
----»» GENDER: girrl
----»» CONTACT INFORMATION: [e-mail]
----»» HOW YOU FOUND US: I'm a dork and memorized the address XD
----»» WORD IN RULES: You make me happier than a bird with a french fry (:
----»» ANYTHING ELSE?: Watching AVPM with my bestie while I’m filling this out (:
----»» RP SAMPLE:
Roxanne Belle Weasley sighed. It was a deep sigh, and it held much meaning. So it didn't really hold much meaning at all, but she was utterly bored, standing on the platform in her new black school robes, staring at that big, red train called Hogwarts Express. She had told her mother she didn't want to change on the train into her robes, and she received quite a few weird looks from Muggles on the street. This particular eleven-year-old girl didn't care. She didn't have to change on the train in front of people, and so she was content. For now.

Roxy swept her eyes across the platform, pulling her brown hair into a high ponytail as she did so. The back of her neck was starting to get sweaty, and it was the most uncomfortable thing she'd ever felt, besides the embarrassment of getting caught in a prank set up at her father's joke shop. Now that was pretty uncomfortable.

Her tummy growled. Some banana chips, maybe? If she had brought any, sure. Mmm, banana chips sounded good right about now. They always calmed her down when she was nervous, and boy was she nervous. She blinked up at her mother, who put her hand on her daughter's shoulder, smiling kindly, reassuring the child for the millionth time that she would be just fine. Roxy folded her hands together and went back to staring at the train.

"Don't you worry one bit. You'll do just fine," her mother said, hugging her. Roxy nodded. She couldn't speak, didn't trust herself to. She thought she might cry. Her eyes started to sting. No, no, no, no, no. Blinking back the tears, she hugged her mother back, hard. She wished her father could've been there to see her off, but she knew he had to work. Picking up her tabby kitten, Milkshake, from her feet, she pulled him close to her chest and walked confidently to the train, back straight and head tall. Or something like that...

COME ON BABY, COME ON DARLING,

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----»» FULL NAME: Roxanne Belle Weasley
----»» NICKNAMES: Roxy, Anne, Annie (“Okay, if anyone calls me Annie, they’re asking for it.”)
----»» AGE: 16
----»» HOUSE: Gryffindor
----»» GENDER: Female
----»» BLOOD: half-blood
----»» SEXUALITY: straight, though the way she sometimes acts can suggest otherwise
----»» CANNON/ORIGINAL: J.K.'s name, my personality (:

OH COME ON ANGEL, COME ON,

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----»» LIKES:
+ watching Quidditch
+ the smell of clean laundry
+ chess
+ Nosebleed Nougats
+ meat that is very well done
+ bananas
+ boys, boys, boys
+ drama when it involves anyone but her
+ the theater (namely musicals)
+ lightning storms
----»» DISLIKES:
- playing Quidditch
- swallowing pills
- reading directions
- Potions class
- Cauldron Cakes (they remind her of Potions)
- Puking Pastilles
- cucumbers
- drama when it involves her
- spell check
- clowns
----»» BAD HABITS:
* She keeps every thing--from homework to an empty Drooble's pack.
* She bites her nails, but she's trying so hard to stop.
* Whenever she starts something, she hardly ever finishes it. (Schoolwork is, possibly, the only exception.)
* Because she doesn't like reading directions, she usually doesn't. She's confident in her ability to figure things out on her own. (Except in Potions. Dreadful class, that one is.)
----»» BOGGART: Big red shoes, painted face, weird wig, Rudolph nose, clothes that don't match, annoying little horns that Muggle children use on their bicycles... Clowns, that sums all that up in one word. Those clowns should all die, die, die. Roxy remembers that dreadful day in DADA, when she walked right up to that boggart, so confident that nothing would go wrong. She had her wand at the ready, the spell in her head, and then the boggart changed to that terrible shape. A clown. She’d screamed and backed right into a desk. Damn those things to hell! Her grandfather just had to have that brilliant idea to take them all to a Muggle circus that one year, and they just had to pull her into the show and get in her face. (Okay, so she fell forward after dropping her drink, but whatever. Who cares about specifics?) Then all those scary movies that feature killer clowns… She had a nightmare once about a killer clown with fangs chasing her down a corridor at Hogwarts…
----»» PATRONUS: Her patronus is a chipmunk. They’re small and lively, and though Roxy isn’t very small she’s definitely lively. Her convenient vegetarian ways fit into that of a chipmunk, which is an omnivore that primarily eats insects, nuts, berries, seeds, fruits, and grain (but Roxy doesn’t eat insects…substitute that for crispy bacon). Chipmunks have a shrill, birdlike chirp, which can be compared to Roxy’s overexcited squeal she lets loose when she’s…well…overexcited. Unlike the chipmunk, Roxy isn’t solitary and doesn’t generally ignore others, but she does like the quiet every now and again, however rare those times come up.
----»» MIRROR OF ERISED: If Roxy were to look in a Mirror of Erised, she’d see herself in a chef’s outfit with a perfectly baked carrot cake that she could eat, all of her family sitting at the best witch-owned restaurant in all of England eating the most delicious food they’ve ever had, as well as her own students, witches, wizards, and Muggles, learning from her as they aspire to become as great a cook as she is. Whoops, there goes a firecracker from her dad’s store…
----»» SECRETS:
* She will threaten anyone who poses any sort of threat to someone she loves, but will almost never follow through it unless it isn't violent. She's afraid of getting into serious trouble.
* When she doesn't have her planner, she starts to freak. Some people can catch on, but she tries to hide the fact that she has major OCD when it comes to everything being neat and orderly.
* She's an amazing cook, but can't make a simple chocolate pie to save her life.
----»» STRENGTHS:
+ can bake--well
+ loyal--like, don't-mess-with-my-friends-unless-you-want-me-to-mess-with-your-face loyal
+ she's a planner
+ neat
+ a very healthy eater
----»» WEAKNESSES:
- pack rat
- allergic to carrots
- can't lie (her eyes get all huge and she's starts stuttering like mad)
- very easily distracted (ADD, maybe?)
- crispy bacon (she's trying to be a vegetarian)

UNAWARE, I'M TEARING YOU ASUNDER,

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----»» HAIR: She has chocolate-colored hair, and she prefers to leave it loose and straight, smooth and free. It's long, and she'd love to put red highlights in it, but her mother doesn't like that idea. (Her father told her to "go for it, sweetheart!")
----»» EYES: Her eyes are just as dark as her hair, but with a mischievous glint in them that can make others wonder what's going on in that head of hers. She likes to make her eyes pop with bright eyeliner and eyeshadow and black mascara most days, usually in her House colors.
----»» WEIGHT: 127 lbs
----»» BODY TYPE: Roxy is thin in a healthy way, even though she eats as much as her stomach will allow her to. She’s toned, but not muscular.
----»» HEIGHT: 5’4”
----»» FEELINGS ON THEIR APPEARANCE: She puts out that she doesn’t care what others think of her, and when she’s not in uniform those feelings show. She loves to wear bright colors that pop against her skin and use tons of accessories. Roxy’s confident about herself, and she absolutely loves her hair. If she had to pick one thing about her looks that she doesn’t like, she’d have to choose her nose. Little red bumps just love to pop up around her nose, and she doesn’t like that. And it’s not a cute button nose, though she’s not sure how’d she look with one of those…

YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT ME,

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----»» NATIONALITY: English, possibly Africa somewhere down Mother’s side of the family
----»» BIRTHPLACE: St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries; London, England
----»» PARENTS: George & Angelina Weasley
----»» SIBLINGS: Fred Weasley
----»» OTHER FAMILY: The Potters, Weasleys, and Cadwalladers
----»» PETS: Milkshake, a fat, lazy, spoiled tabby cat
----»» FULL HISTORY: January 3, 2006: Roxanne Belle Weasley entered this world. With her charming ways and mad cooking skills, she flew to the top of the “Most Important People” list. Yeah…right. Okay, so really her life’s a bit less glamorous than that, but a girl can dream, can’t she? She’s developed her own style through the years, ranging from scarves as belts and headbands to tutus over jeans and leather jackets. She never really got into any type of sports (unless you count shopping and competitive cooking…?), but she’ll watch Quidditch and cheer for a random team because she doesn’t understand the rules or how to play. She can play Wizard Chess, but she isn’t very good and rarely wins.

Roxy first cooked (if you could call it cooking) when she was three years old. She found the flour at the bottom of the pantry, a bowl, and a spoon, and attempted to make cookies. However, she couldn’t open the refrigerator and opted for water instead of milk. It was the most disgusting mixture she’d ever put into her mouth, and her mother was horrified when she saw the kitchen. On the bright side, she didn’t spill all of the milk when she made her first bowl of cereal all by herself when she was five.

She used to be scared to death of spiders, but then Granddad Johnson decided to treat her to a Muggle circus. She didn’t know what it meant at seven years old, but she screamed bloody murder when she fell forward into that clown. Never again will you get this girl to go to any type of circus, and never again will she look at clowns the same way again. Forget spiders, those things are easily killed. Clowns, on the other hand…

When Roxy turned eleven, she nearly burst with joy at the thought of going to Hogwarts. She didn’t realize you had to wear the uniforms, though, until she went shopping in Diagon Alley and asked for purple robes and told no. She was shocked at first, but accepted the rule as long as she could have a banana. She was given a banana and fitted for her new school robes, to the confusion of the witch who fitted her.

BE RUNNING UP THAT ROAD,

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