Post by dominique margaux weasley on Mar 1, 2011 18:36:17 GMT -5
DOMINIQUE MARGAUX WEASLEY
FEAR OF A NAME INCREASES FEAR OF THE THING ITSELF
FEAR OF A NAME INCREASES FEAR OF THE THING ITSELF
BIRTH NAME: Dominique Margaux Weasley
NICKNAMES: Niqi (Nicky), Dom, Margo
AGE: 14
DATE OF BIRTH: February 15
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood, Part Veela
ORIENTATION: Straight
WAND: 8 1/2 inch Rosewood with Hippogriff Tail Hair
HOUSE/YEAR: Gryffindor 4th Year
OCCUPATION: None
I DON'T NEED A CLOAK TO BECOME INVISIBLE
GENERAL APPERANCE: Niqi is the shortest one of her family, due to the fact that she is the youngest of her family. She hasn't finishes growing yet. But currently, she stands at 5'3". Her hair is long and dirty blond, with waves/curls. Along with her hair, she has big blond eyes, nice and stereotypical. Unfortunately, she doesn't really have much of a chest, and she does have a little bit of meat on her bones. She's not stick skinny. But, she's not overweight either.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Are you nut!? Daddy would kill her!
CLOTHING STYLE: Niqi loves fashion, the girl is a girl. Can you blame her? Skirts and dresses and shorts control her closet, as well as heels. Heels are a major part of her wardrobe. Also, she has a thing for kidnapping Scorpius' hats, no clue why. Especially his tuques... They fit her the best.
ACCIO BRAIN!
LIKES/DISLIKES:
+ romance
+ scorpius malfoy
+ his hats
+ charms
+ potions
- DADA
- violence
- the execution squad
- when people yell at her
- spiders
STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES:
+ getting into trouble
+ charms
+ potions
- DADA
- Scorpius (and his hats)
- awkward silences
GENERAL PERSONALITY: Niqi Niqi Weasley, the little girly girl who tries tries tries. She feels as though she's in a competition with Victoire, who's like the family's perfect daughter. Niqi is very insecure about her family, and about her body, though she throws on an air of confidence. Because of this fake confidence, she's kind of loud, she talks a lot and she's rather bouncy. But even without the confidence, she's very girly, and a romantic. Terrified of spiders, and secretly in love with Scorpius Malfoy.
TIME IS MAKING FOOLS OF US AGAIN
FAMILY MEMBERS: Bill Weasley, 40's, Gringotts, pureblood (part wolf), alive
Fleur Delacour (nee Weasley), 40's, Gringotts, pureblood (part Veela), alive
Victoire Weasley, 24, pureblood (part veela), alive
Louis Weasley, 17, student, pureblood (part veela), alive
BIRTHPLACE: London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Depending on who's taking care of her, the Burrow, or London
HISTORY: Well, when a daddy and mommy love each other, they do it. This was their third time this happened, and they got a cute little blond female. Two girls and a boy now. They named her Dominique Margaux Weasley, and she watched how her family loved her, until Victoire started to impress them a lot more than she was. Sure she was cute and everything, but Victoire was beautiful, and smart, and had a steady future ahead of her. Niqi hadn't even made it to Hogwarts yet.
Upon attending Hogwarts, she found out about a lovely Mr. Scorpius, whom she became attracted to immediately, but, there was a catch. See, the family hates him. Everyone, in the family hates him. Because he's a Malfoy. So poor little Dominique feels that if she were to get swept up by the Malfoy, she will lose brownie points in her parents heart. So, will Dominique break her own heart to impress her parents? Or, will she go after her guilty pleasure?
I DON'T GO LOOKING FOR TROUBLE.
THEME SONG:
MIRROR OF ERISED: A happy family
BOGGART: Spiders... oh and her family hating her.
PATRONUS: Buttefly :3
DEMENTOR: When she was really young, she tried to impress her mom by climbing up a tree, she fell out and broke her arm, nearly broke her neck.
ANYTHING ELSE?: I think I covered it all?
THIS IS A SCHOOL, MR POTTER, NOT THE REAL WORLD.
NAME/ALIAS: Alice
AGE: BAHAHA... 16
OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope, but I will.... :3
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Admin bellz loves me.
READ THE RULES?: Admin bellz loves me. :3
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Clickety clickety clickety... clack clack clack clack clack!
Angry typing of a keyboard defined the empty library, filled with not but a librarian and a geek. Now why would a geek, who would most likely be so confident in school and good at shcool as a bonus, be behind working away nice and hard... and angrily as well. The words flew up onto the screen in impressive time, flash. Flash as in the speed it was going up, but also what it was. Flash coding. An extra credit assignment because she was bored, and this little nerd loved doing projects like this. The girl had another little hobby, other than anything thechnological was the lovely invention of the camera. Draped along the floor was the strap for a rather large camera. Sighing, soft pale hands pulled up to a face, surrounded by freckles and brown hair as a thick pair of ray bans slid off the face. Due for a good cleaning. It was almost done, it just need a couple finishing touches and she should be out of the poor librarian's way. The girl had done this once before, she stayed up very late with the librarian, secretly competing with him to see who would want to leave first. Last time this sort of competition occured, the young female had been granted the key in order to lock up after herself, but it was because she was desperately using the library's resources for homework, and the librarian couldn't help but pity the sweetheart. The frazzled expression haunting her face, it was a horrible scare, not that she liked having to do a research project in which she couldn't find any information at all. Nonetheless she got an A. Cleaning the glasses that were once adorned on her wide facial frame, the librarian scolded her, telling the young heroine to get out of the library immediately. Apparently librarians had lives and wanted to go home.
Parked in the school's parking lot, reflecting the light from whatever sort of lumation device was in the sky was a very old, purple camaro. It had two doors, mind you but it fit four people, and it was very low. Feet trudged along the ground as they slowly started to become louder. This was the girl from the library. Her name, was Charlotte Sally Brown. It was a really bad Charlie brown pun, actually, all her siblings' names were. Charlotte (Charlie), Lucy and Linus Brown. Not only that but her middle name was Sally! The only thing she wore was a tee shirt, skinny jeans, a cardigan and her combat boots. Armed with her messenger bag, which contained her laptop and books, and her camera. Not only were the clothes flimsy, it was starting to get cold, lifting her hand up to her mouth, she looked around, nervously. She was pretty much alone, and she didn't like it. Well, except for a person on a car, which made her only want to leave faster. Honestly, when people were around her, she just wanted to run away. Mind you, this was because Charlotte was a new student with no friends whatsoever. She had one crush on someone, mind you she didn't even know his name, but he had a beautiful smile. Brown hair, and ridden with tattoos. Charlotte could only admire him from afar. Moving towards her car, she secretly scanned the person sitting on the car, which made her want to sprint because it was in fact the boy she had a secret adoration for. Ironic as it was, instead of making conversation with him, she wanted to get to her camaro and speed back to the house.
This poor little car, oh she was overused. Everyday afterschool, Charlotte would drive Lucy to her new house, considering her parents had sent them to live with their aunt who conveniently didn't mind moving to Kingsley for the girls. This car was constantly used, and the gas cost a lot, but Charlotte loved her car, so much. If anything happened to that car, she might almost be ready to kill. Fumbling with her car keys, her hands were trembling due to the fact she was this close to the guy she had watched for such a long time. Why did he have to be at her school... actually that was a good question. Why was he here? Maybe he was here meeting a girl on a date? Some volumtuous blond with high heels and a skirt shorter than her underwear... well okay, that last detail was a bit much. But she could picture him with a more... curvy, breasted, blonder girl. Which meant, Charlie was completely not the style she had pictured that he had. Not that Charlie could be anyone's style cause the girl could barely talk. Unless some guy found that weirdly attractive and it turned them on, which would be horrifying in so many ways. No really... so many ways. Finally getting the key into the lock, she opened the door, throwing her bag into the other side of the car, hopefully, just hopefully the handsome boy of her dreams wouldn't talk to her. Although it may sound weird, why wouldn't she want him to talk to her? Well, knowing herself, it would only become a screw up if she were to speak with him. Stuttering, not looking at him, really, it was just a nightmare to even think about. Charlie hated talking to people, especially when she stuttered. They all teased her for it, cruel and unusual torture. Teasing her and mocking her, that's why she never really spoke to people. Unless she really trusted them, but you had to work for that.
Angry typing of a keyboard defined the empty library, filled with not but a librarian and a geek. Now why would a geek, who would most likely be so confident in school and good at shcool as a bonus, be behind working away nice and hard... and angrily as well. The words flew up onto the screen in impressive time, flash. Flash as in the speed it was going up, but also what it was. Flash coding. An extra credit assignment because she was bored, and this little nerd loved doing projects like this. The girl had another little hobby, other than anything thechnological was the lovely invention of the camera. Draped along the floor was the strap for a rather large camera. Sighing, soft pale hands pulled up to a face, surrounded by freckles and brown hair as a thick pair of ray bans slid off the face. Due for a good cleaning. It was almost done, it just need a couple finishing touches and she should be out of the poor librarian's way. The girl had done this once before, she stayed up very late with the librarian, secretly competing with him to see who would want to leave first. Last time this sort of competition occured, the young female had been granted the key in order to lock up after herself, but it was because she was desperately using the library's resources for homework, and the librarian couldn't help but pity the sweetheart. The frazzled expression haunting her face, it was a horrible scare, not that she liked having to do a research project in which she couldn't find any information at all. Nonetheless she got an A. Cleaning the glasses that were once adorned on her wide facial frame, the librarian scolded her, telling the young heroine to get out of the library immediately. Apparently librarians had lives and wanted to go home.
Parked in the school's parking lot, reflecting the light from whatever sort of lumation device was in the sky was a very old, purple camaro. It had two doors, mind you but it fit four people, and it was very low. Feet trudged along the ground as they slowly started to become louder. This was the girl from the library. Her name, was Charlotte Sally Brown. It was a really bad Charlie brown pun, actually, all her siblings' names were. Charlotte (Charlie), Lucy and Linus Brown. Not only that but her middle name was Sally! The only thing she wore was a tee shirt, skinny jeans, a cardigan and her combat boots. Armed with her messenger bag, which contained her laptop and books, and her camera. Not only were the clothes flimsy, it was starting to get cold, lifting her hand up to her mouth, she looked around, nervously. She was pretty much alone, and she didn't like it. Well, except for a person on a car, which made her only want to leave faster. Honestly, when people were around her, she just wanted to run away. Mind you, this was because Charlotte was a new student with no friends whatsoever. She had one crush on someone, mind you she didn't even know his name, but he had a beautiful smile. Brown hair, and ridden with tattoos. Charlotte could only admire him from afar. Moving towards her car, she secretly scanned the person sitting on the car, which made her want to sprint because it was in fact the boy she had a secret adoration for. Ironic as it was, instead of making conversation with him, she wanted to get to her camaro and speed back to the house.
This poor little car, oh she was overused. Everyday afterschool, Charlotte would drive Lucy to her new house, considering her parents had sent them to live with their aunt who conveniently didn't mind moving to Kingsley for the girls. This car was constantly used, and the gas cost a lot, but Charlotte loved her car, so much. If anything happened to that car, she might almost be ready to kill. Fumbling with her car keys, her hands were trembling due to the fact she was this close to the guy she had watched for such a long time. Why did he have to be at her school... actually that was a good question. Why was he here? Maybe he was here meeting a girl on a date? Some volumtuous blond with high heels and a skirt shorter than her underwear... well okay, that last detail was a bit much. But she could picture him with a more... curvy, breasted, blonder girl. Which meant, Charlie was completely not the style she had pictured that he had. Not that Charlie could be anyone's style cause the girl could barely talk. Unless some guy found that weirdly attractive and it turned them on, which would be horrifying in so many ways. No really... so many ways. Finally getting the key into the lock, she opened the door, throwing her bag into the other side of the car, hopefully, just hopefully the handsome boy of her dreams wouldn't talk to her. Although it may sound weird, why wouldn't she want him to talk to her? Well, knowing herself, it would only become a screw up if she were to speak with him. Stuttering, not looking at him, really, it was just a nightmare to even think about. Charlie hated talking to people, especially when she stuttered. They all teased her for it, cruel and unusual torture. Teasing her and mocking her, that's why she never really spoke to people. Unless she really trusted them, but you had to work for that.