Post by Ron Weasley on Nov 2, 2007 15:51:43 GMT -1
Basic Details
First Name: Ronald
Last Name: Weasley
Canon: Yes
Heritage: Half-blood
Looks
Eye Colour: emerald
Hair Colour & Style: ginger hair cut off just above the ears. a little longer towards the back.
General Appearance: Ron is lean a bit pale. His eye color usually stands out from his hair. He mostly gives a pouting look but you will find him smiling here and there.
General Character Traits:
Strengths: goofing off, sleeping, hanging out with his friend, Harry and Hermione
Weaknesses: being the brave one. Learning.
Personality: very timid, but likes to have fun. Ron has an open heart to those he invites.
Strong Area of Magic: Charms, muggle-studdies, Athrimacy, Flying
Weak Area of Magic: DADA, Potions, Transfiguration
Family Details
Parents: Molly and Arthur Weasley
Siblings: Ginny, Fred, George, Percy, and Bill Weasley.
Minor Details:
Pets: Scabus, Pigwidgeon
Favorite Quidditch position: Keeper
Extra Details
What house would you prefer?: (in order from most to least)
Gryffindor
Ravenclaw
Hufflepuff
Slytherin
Role Play sample: Ron wondered what everybody was giving a(n) ovation for. His ginger hair rustled over his face as he sighed and got up. Giving a rub of his neck; Ron dragged himself down the staircase and into the common room. “Bloody hell! What is everybody jeering for!?” Ron’s voice cracked. He would’ve that that would go away after a while but it has come to be his 6th year at Hogwarts and his still has a high-pitched voice.
Hermione turned her head to see Ron, “Come Ron, quickly!” he coaxed him. “Come one, Ronald we haven’t got all day!” said Hermione. She drew Ron into the huddle of people by the window. Ron’s eyes widened angrily as the tips of his ears turned scarlet.
Wolf-whistles were blurted out from some boys as Ron took out his wand, “Apparate!” he casted. There was a loud CRACK and Ron was gone. He ended up right in front of the Gryffindor common room window but on the outside. He shot a glare at the Gryffindor in the window “You evil-no-consistent-lousy-piece-of-rubbish!” Ron insulted.
Harry looked at Ron with a shocked and embarrassed as his hands flew off of Ginny and into his pockets.
“R-Ron! It’s not what it looks like! Honest!” Harry pleaded.
“Really?! ‘Cause it looked like you were bloody snogging my sister!” he shot back.
Ginny gave Ron an infuriating look. “Ron! Harry and I can take care of ourselves! We don’t need your hollow piece of a head to help us!” Ginny barked.
Ron looked at Ginny, “Watch me.” He said flatly, gritting through his teeth. With that, Ron stamped his feet right back around the bend and into the castle.
Harry looked at Ginny with apologetic eyes, “I’m sorry Ginny. I didn’t know Ron could get like that-“
“No Harry, it’s not your fault. Ron has to understand that I am not his kid sister anymore, I’ve grown up!” she cut in.
Harry nodded, “Courtyard at six?” he offered.
Ginny smiled and nodded, “Meet you there” Ginny whispered back, she waved her fingers and walked off. Harry sighed and leaned his back and head against the wall then sighed, closing his eyes. His black hair whipped around in the breeze.
“Honestly, Ronald! Give it a rest already!” said Hermione, slamming her book shut.
Ron sat in the chair -that faced the fire- pouting. His arms were crossed over his chest, as his body was slumped down in the seat. “I will bloody not! How would he feel if I went snogging off his sister!?” he murmured.
“Harry doesn’t have a sister” Hermione pointed out.
“You know what I mean, Hermione.” He grumbled. “I just don’t feel comfortable with Harry and Ginny together. It’s just…weird, y’know!” he exclaimed. Hermione nodded her head, pretending to agree. On her be-half, she thought it was wonderful!
She finally looked at Ron, “Oh so I suppose you don’t remember what you said to me in our fifth year here, right?” she asked. Hermione stood up and cleared her throat. “‘Hermione, you are honestly the most wonderful person I have ever met and if I’m ever mean to you again…’”
“YES!” yelled Ron embarrassingly, “Stop with the bloody torture I remember!” his voice cracked. Hermione smiled and sat back down, finishing her journal entry. Ron peered over, “Watcha writin’?” he asked. Hermione gasped as closed her book, magically sealing all the locks on it.
“Oh nothing…” she stuttered. “ Um…. So are you going to err…go see the um, Quidditch game, later?” she asked. Ron shrugged. “Wanna go together?” she asked. Ron looked at her
First Name: Ronald
Last Name: Weasley
Canon: Yes
Heritage: Half-blood
Looks
Eye Colour: emerald
Hair Colour & Style: ginger hair cut off just above the ears. a little longer towards the back.
General Appearance: Ron is lean a bit pale. His eye color usually stands out from his hair. He mostly gives a pouting look but you will find him smiling here and there.
General Character Traits:
Strengths: goofing off, sleeping, hanging out with his friend, Harry and Hermione
Weaknesses: being the brave one. Learning.
Personality: very timid, but likes to have fun. Ron has an open heart to those he invites.
Strong Area of Magic: Charms, muggle-studdies, Athrimacy, Flying
Weak Area of Magic: DADA, Potions, Transfiguration
Family Details
Parents: Molly and Arthur Weasley
Siblings: Ginny, Fred, George, Percy, and Bill Weasley.
Minor Details:
Pets: Scabus, Pigwidgeon
Favorite Quidditch position: Keeper
Extra Details
What house would you prefer?: (in order from most to least)
Gryffindor
Ravenclaw
Hufflepuff
Slytherin
Role Play sample: Ron wondered what everybody was giving a(n) ovation for. His ginger hair rustled over his face as he sighed and got up. Giving a rub of his neck; Ron dragged himself down the staircase and into the common room. “Bloody hell! What is everybody jeering for!?” Ron’s voice cracked. He would’ve that that would go away after a while but it has come to be his 6th year at Hogwarts and his still has a high-pitched voice.
Hermione turned her head to see Ron, “Come Ron, quickly!” he coaxed him. “Come one, Ronald we haven’t got all day!” said Hermione. She drew Ron into the huddle of people by the window. Ron’s eyes widened angrily as the tips of his ears turned scarlet.
Wolf-whistles were blurted out from some boys as Ron took out his wand, “Apparate!” he casted. There was a loud CRACK and Ron was gone. He ended up right in front of the Gryffindor common room window but on the outside. He shot a glare at the Gryffindor in the window “You evil-no-consistent-lousy-piece-of-rubbish!” Ron insulted.
Harry looked at Ron with a shocked and embarrassed as his hands flew off of Ginny and into his pockets.
“R-Ron! It’s not what it looks like! Honest!” Harry pleaded.
“Really?! ‘Cause it looked like you were bloody snogging my sister!” he shot back.
Ginny gave Ron an infuriating look. “Ron! Harry and I can take care of ourselves! We don’t need your hollow piece of a head to help us!” Ginny barked.
Ron looked at Ginny, “Watch me.” He said flatly, gritting through his teeth. With that, Ron stamped his feet right back around the bend and into the castle.
Harry looked at Ginny with apologetic eyes, “I’m sorry Ginny. I didn’t know Ron could get like that-“
“No Harry, it’s not your fault. Ron has to understand that I am not his kid sister anymore, I’ve grown up!” she cut in.
Harry nodded, “Courtyard at six?” he offered.
Ginny smiled and nodded, “Meet you there” Ginny whispered back, she waved her fingers and walked off. Harry sighed and leaned his back and head against the wall then sighed, closing his eyes. His black hair whipped around in the breeze.
“Honestly, Ronald! Give it a rest already!” said Hermione, slamming her book shut.
Ron sat in the chair -that faced the fire- pouting. His arms were crossed over his chest, as his body was slumped down in the seat. “I will bloody not! How would he feel if I went snogging off his sister!?” he murmured.
“Harry doesn’t have a sister” Hermione pointed out.
“You know what I mean, Hermione.” He grumbled. “I just don’t feel comfortable with Harry and Ginny together. It’s just…weird, y’know!” he exclaimed. Hermione nodded her head, pretending to agree. On her be-half, she thought it was wonderful!
She finally looked at Ron, “Oh so I suppose you don’t remember what you said to me in our fifth year here, right?” she asked. Hermione stood up and cleared her throat. “‘Hermione, you are honestly the most wonderful person I have ever met and if I’m ever mean to you again…’”
“YES!” yelled Ron embarrassingly, “Stop with the bloody torture I remember!” his voice cracked. Hermione smiled and sat back down, finishing her journal entry. Ron peered over, “Watcha writin’?” he asked. Hermione gasped as closed her book, magically sealing all the locks on it.
“Oh nothing…” she stuttered. “ Um…. So are you going to err…go see the um, Quidditch game, later?” she asked. Ron shrugged. “Wanna go together?” she asked. Ron looked at her