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Weasley, Blayne; Ravenclaw Seventh Year
Topic Started: Aug 2 2006, 04:12 PM (248 Views)
Blayne Weasley
__F E E D my [[revenge]]
Ravenclaw Student
CHARACTER DOCUMENTATION
Character Name:
“My name is Blayne Weasley, no middle name isn’t important, but if you must know it’s Cormac. Personally I think my mother named me, my father seems the type to have given my older brother his name but, you see, I have no way of knowing. I barely talk to my father and I don’t remember anything about my mother.”
Character Nickname: If any.
“Nicknames are useless for a name like mine, but I do have about one I will tolerate. Some people who are close enough to me can call me ‘Layne’. Really original I know, but you know what, who asked for your opinion?”
Character Age:
“My birthday is in March, at that time I will be eighteen. Does that give you an answer or are you too much of a moron to figure it out?”
Character Year: If any.
“It’s not hard, figure out my age and you will get the year I am in.”
House/Alumni:
“I actually sat on that bench with the hat over my head for almost fifteen minutes. You see, I wanted to be just like my brother and get sorted into his house, at the time I didn’t care about who was in it, but you see I am now glad I wasn’t sorted into his house. Would have made things a whole lot more difficult for me if I were. No, the hat knew that I would do so much better in Ravenclaw. Though I am studious and a good student, when I want to be, it put me in the position where I am neutral. Gryffindor’s like me, Slytherin’s don’t mind me and Hufflepuffs, well, they like everyone so it doesn’t matter.”

Physical Appearance:
“Actually I do look quite a bit like my very own brother so if you want to know what I look relatively close to go goggle at him. If you can find him that is. Fine, right, well… I am not a vain person, but I do enjoy my appearance and I have enjoyed it from a rather young age. No, I don’t like my appearance because I am one of those who looks in the mirrors about a hundred times a day because Iamsogoodlooking, I like my appearance because of the attention I get when it comes to witches and their preferences. I don’t stand out in a crowd, which makes things a lot easier for me, but I do like to think I gain a second look. Personally I could care less about what others think about me but I do like to keep things the way they are. I have my own style and I don’t go out of my way to make sure my hair is perfect when I step down to breakfast. In other words, I keep myself clean but don’t go out of my way to get others to notice me. Though, if I did it would be hard not too.

“I have quite proportionate features with a strong jaw and high cheekbones. My hair is dark and usually it is pretty short. I keep it from anywhere shaved to just past my nose. I inherited, from my guess, from my mother. I don’t see any red on top of my head or, for that matter, anywhere else on my body, like my father has. No, I think my brother and I were lucky to have received our mother’s dark locks instead of our father’s frizzy red. My hair color changes quite a bit, I don’t mind it dark, but more often then not you will find it quite a bit lighter. It is wavy, unless I use magic or muggle commodities to keep it straight and tame. No, I don’t pull a Malfoy and slick it back; personally I think that is rather disgusting. And if you ask me I want nothing to do with the Malfoys, if there is anything I can say about it, they won’t be around for much longer.

“I, unfortunately, am shorter than my brother as I don’t quite reach six feet. My body is well toned and I like to keep it that way, and quite lean. I enjoy Quidditch but don’t play on the team, waste of time if you ask me. I do have a few tattoo’s on my upper torso covering well defined shoulders, biceps and an upper back and unless I am swimming and you, being the pervert you are, decide to spy on me you wouldn’t know this. The only tattoo that anyone really sees is the lettering on the inside of my forearm. And no, I won’t tell you what it means. I am taller than my father, but barely, and if you ask me I look nothing like him, which I call a blessing.

“My brother once told me I had my mother’s eyes, and how original is that? I guess I take after her more than I thought, but why not, when one looks nothing like their father their looks have to come from somewhere right? I’ve seen pictures of her, I guess there is some similarities, but I wonder what she ever saw in father. Sometimes I don’t blame the other members of the Weasley family for, uh, well I don’t know the entire story so… but there is definitely some history behind it all, no one seems to like him at least. Anyway, back to the eyes, they are brown, rather dull if you ask me, but who cares, they are just eyes after all. Whatever. But then again I do seem to have a hard look plastered on my face, my brother says it makes me seem moody, I don’t know, I don’t care, but if you knew me at all you would know I am rarely ever moody. I can be intimidating in certain aspects, but this only comes about when I need to be… or I despise you, but that is a different story.

“Clothes are no big deal to me, muggle or magical, I don’t care. Nor do I shop, waste of time. If I need knew clothes I will get someone to order them for me or just grab anything off the rack in a store. I don’t care. My uniform at school isn’t anything special either. I wear the tie, when I have to, very loose and my vest is non existent. Black slacks and a white dress shirt is anything that is as it should be when it comes to the damn things.

“Is that enough explaining of my looks? If you really want a clear picture I guess you will have to effing meet me now won’t you?”

Personality and Traits:
“I have never really been afraid of much and during school I go out of my way to prove this to myself, my family and my peers. The one thing that would really put fear into me would be losing something or someone who is close to me, my brother or my close friends for example. My mother was just the start, and even though I don’t remember her, what my brother told me what happened makes me want to be an active part in being the solution so nothing like it could happen again. One thing I consider a weekness about me is if someone used me. Being who I am I would never take of it, if someone used the knowledge they knew about me and exploited it in someway I would not be held responsible for my actions.

“I am known to be defiant, arrogant and impatient. Being one to always be in some situation I am not one to sit still and I go out of my way to make sure I am not bored. My go-for-it attitude has landed me into trouble, much to the dismay of Percy, more than once. I think he hates it that I remind him so much of other members of the Weasley clan. I can also be known to be some sort of hypocrite. Although I believe the advice I give is best, I don’t always follow it myself. I support the ‘do as I say, not as I do’ aspect of life. I don’t anger quickly, but when it reaches a certain point terrible rage is released. No one would like to get on the bad side of me, when I am angry you will know it and I will make sure you know it. I believe in the word ‘revenge’. There is something to be said about a good dose of revenge especially if you are out to hurt someone I care about.

“There is a very independent side to me as I do many tasks alone, I do not rely on others to do my job for me, some things I must do on my own and some things are best left unknown about me. Mostly because of my attitude many important things in my life no one knows about, but I find that is for the best. If you don’t know me then it would be easy to see me as aloof, as that is how I act, and this makes it hard for me to actually put my full trust into anyone. However, when you do get my trust and high opinion you will have a very loyal friend. It’s not hard to get onto my bad side, not hard at all but to get on my good side is a different matter altogether.

“I can change my mind quite suddenly and without reason. To add to this I can have frequent mood swings which sometimes make it hard to talk to me. When I put my mind to something it is almost impossible for anyone to change it and most people, if not everyone, would think me quite stubborn.

“I am good natured most of the time. There may be times where I am not obedient and I do things on my own will. I always keep my word and I am very loyal and respectful to those I call my friends. Many would identify me as a potential leader, including my brother. When I am concerned of curious about something I will take to ask numerous amounts of questions.

“I can be vulnerable sometimes but mostly I am headstrong and I know where my loyalties lie. I know how to take care of myself but I may jump into something without thinking it through. Most of the time I am said to be both charming and witty, but this is a must for what I do at school. I can also be an over-achiever at times, though sometimes my moves are unpredictable and to risky. At my worst, I am extremely reckless. Reckless with words, reckless with myself and reckless with others.”

Background/Family History:
“From what I was told I was quite a happy baby. Born on the 2nd of March to Percy and Penelope Weasley. I was the second and last of two boys. For the first year of my life I was quite loud and according to Percy, obnoxious. I didn’t know babies could be obnoxious did you? Well apparently I was and I don’t think that growing older changed that. After I turned a year old my mother was murdered. Death Eaters or Death Eater sympathizers, something of the kind, killed her. I was told that my father took my brother out for the day and I was left with my mother. I think she was in the yard when they came and killed her and they didn’t bother going into the house, lucky me, for I was in the nursery. My brother was eight or nine at the time, this left a great impression on him… he was close to our mother, I don’t blame him.

“When I was growing up it was my brother who left an impression on me. Percy was never around and it was my brother hwo I went to when I needed to talk to someone. He made me see what needed to be seen, he showed me that any Death Eater or supporter needed to be killed. There shouldn’t be any remorse, and as son as I am out of school I will show everyone this.

“This feeling never came to me in my younger years, I got my letter at age 11 like every other wizard. I went to Hogwarts, I never really thought about much except that I wanted to be in the same house as my brother. It didn’t happen, but it didn’t matter he had already graduated by then. In my third year is when my brother started to make plans for the Whitewands, he ran it by me and he had my full support. Even more so when I found out that one of my good friends were murdered by sympathizers. An anger started to seep into to me at that point, it was time they got what was needed.

"Yes I had heard about the Order of the Pheonix, I thought they were supposed to be stopping Death Eaters but instead they made everything seem like it was okay. They were doing nothing. Something needed to be done and my brother had the right idea. And what is more, isn't Harry bloody Potter supposed to be the 'hope' of the wizarding world? What are he and his family doing to stop anything? What are they doing that is giving anyone hope? Nothing. Sure they are part of my own family now, I see them every now and then but the only person I can actually stand from that family is my aunt Ginny. And I don't know what she saw in Harry...

"Now I am in my seventh year and I am slowly gaining more and more support for my brother's group. If the order wont do anything, we will make sure something is done."

(ugh, crap, well I will work on it more, make it better and all that. Hope it suits for now)


Father:
“Percy Weasley, personally I think he is a bit daft and a spineless git. But he’s my father so…”
Mother:
“Penelope Weasley, don’t know what she was like…”
Siblings:
“One brother a whopping seven years older than me. I look up to him.”

Pet: If any.
“None…”
Broom: If any.
“A nimbus 3000, an older model, but it gets me around.”
Wand:
“What is this the history of my life? Fine, 10 and a quarter, ash wood, dragon heartstring.”
Boggart:
“Ugh, I swear you tell anyone this I will kill you… my boggart would probably be a zombie… dead people coming out of the grave… come on. I mean, we call them different things in the wizarding world, but just… yeah.”

Member Title: A limit of five words or less.
>>nothing is t.o.o. r a s h<<

Role-Playing Sample: Any sample, in character or out of character, that is 250 words or more.
From Sheldon Wood.

Quote:
 
That sun sunk quickly over the horizon, obviously too quickly as Sheldon heard the door open once more to the hospital wing and watch as someone stormed immediately to the mediwitch. Sheldon didn’t know who, as his vision was somewhat obscured but he shrugged it off and looked back to the window, his conflicted emotions showing on his face. He didn’t know how to respond to this personality change and assumed it to be a bout of depression, how ever depressing that sounded. Oh, that word stung him with every bit of greed and hatred, he wished it away, but it sat there and taunted him with a laughable degree. He stared at the forest, then down to his feet thinking. Sheldon needed to stop this, it wasn’t good for him, or for that matter for his reputation. If people found out he was still not over ----

”Hello?”

”What can I do for you Miss Potter?”

Now, if he didn’t know that voice rather well he might have needed the nurse to actually announce her last name, but as it was he nearly jumped out of his skin at the realization of who it was. And how ironic that he was just thinking about her too. Sheldon placed both palms on the windowsill, contemplating what in the world he would do, how he would do it, and why the hell he would do it. All he wanted was to take himself and leave without her even being the wiser but as it was she would notice him if he even moved a step. Actually, he was surprised she hadn’t noticed him before now as she was usually very observant. He watched as she clutched her hand arguing with the Mediwitch about how bad it was, and just like Alayna too. He remembered her to be quite impatient at least, well he remembered quite a few things about her actually and some things should be left forgotten lest he get himself into more trouble than it was worth. A barely audible groan issued out of his mouth and he held his right hand up to his eyes. He was hopeless and he was a guy. “Smooth, Wood, very smooth.”

“Er…well, it hurts. So, could I possibly, please!, get a some burn salve to that it heal up and look all super smooth and scarfree? And a pain relieving potion would also be nice although I guess the burn salve would also get rid of pain if it heals everything, wouldn’t it? Well, I don’t know so…”

’Obviously it doesn’t hurt that bad if she’s still talking a mile a minute, as usual…”

He watched the lady walk past him and smirked at her comment, obviously was right. Shaking his head, he cursed under his breath and turned back towards the window hoping she wouldn’t notice him and leave without speaking. You see, Sheldon found Ay sexier than ever, it could be because he now couldn’t have her, he had his chance and he basically blew it, if that’s what you wanted to think. If they were together and not in the middle of a hospital wing well… That was another bad thought and Sheldon nearly fell over at the realization at what he was thinking. Something was indeed wrong with him. This woman confused him… Stipid Potter with her stupid eyes. He was acting like a child now and he shook his head trying to get himself to act normal. Maybe he could be the one too say--- oh, well… too late for that.

”Hey Sheldon. Why are you here? Jake finally beat you up real good at Quidditch?”

His only response was a grunt as he continued to stare outside but he knew she wouldn’t go away, and wasn’t he just saying he should be the one to talk to her? Can you say chicken-s***? Sheldon could. He turned around to face her a half smirk plastered to his face as he looked at her swing her legs then finally looked into her eyes. What he wanted to say would never come out of his mouth but he wouldn’t stand there looking like a moron either. When was the last time he had stung a line together in front of her? Sometime last March was it? Oh well, it was her that was angry at him anyway, he just went along with it, made everything easier that way. Though, he couldn’t say he didn’t feel a twinge of jealousy whenever he saw her with another guy. He had never understood why anyone would want just one girl. Why would you tie yourself down so you couldn’t pick up others? But now, he knew he understood, at least a bit. If you didn’t want them to go off on you, you shouldn’t go off on them. Women were so confusing. The first time she actually broke up with him made him happy. Sure he pretended he was hurt, not that, that didn’t get him sympathy from the opposite sex, but he was free again. She was the first girl he went out with for more than three weeks and nothing really serious happened between them. When they got together a second time, that’s when things got more interesting, and when Sheldon finally figured out that he liked her more than just friends with benefits.

“Jake beat me at Quiddich?” Sheldon scoffed. “You have got to be kidding me. The only time that would happen would be if I got knocked off my broom with a bludger.” He wouldn’t tell her that was exactly what happened and it was Jake that took him to the hospital wing, no, though she would probably find out anyway. “I had a headache that’s all, and I didn’t feel like sitting up in our common room getting a bigger one. Is that all you girls talk about? Boys and fashion? I mean it’s all good to talk about me or what type of robes are the ‘latest on the market’ when I’m not around… Er, sorry…” Somehow he knew he just utterly and completely embarrassed himself. He needed to be shot, babbling about nothing just wasn’t him. If he left now, would she be insulted? Maybe he shouldn’t risk it…”You going to the ball then?”

Somehow that change of subject didn’t suit him, he didn’t think he would be very happy if she was going with someone, someone that wasn’t him that is. Well there it was, he wanted her back, despite the cloud over his head about why he broke up with her in the first place. He wanted her dancing with him, held close to him as they danced… that was it, Sheldon was going to smack himself if he didn’t stop it. All he needed was another bird to take his mind off of everything, yes that was it. Maybe that Ravenclaw in his Herbology class, she didn’t seem too bad.


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