Post by Jacki on Jul 29, 2008 5:06:11 GMT -8
Name: Jacki
Character: Rose Weasley
Parents: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger-Weasley
House: Gryffindor
Age/Year: 16/6th
Birth gender: Female
Sample:Paige Bryce - what can I say? People say that she just simply does not belong in Ravenclaw, which was unfortunately was the house she had to put up with. Paige had three just perfect roommates with perfect hair and perfect bodies and perfect grades and were all just perfectly menacing. On the days they just left Paige alone, it was bliss - at least until they started pointing and giggling. That was the worst. But you really can't blame them; Paige was just so... Paige. She wasn't that smart, or at least not quite as smart as some of the people in her year. She was tall and slightly lanky, which was horrible because she was terribly shy, which led to her almost having no friends. And right on her honker lay a perfectly clean, barely noticeable yet the center of attention, little silver ball. Paige never regretted getting that - it never hurt, physically or emotionally. Her hazel eyes were wide, her pupil almost always covering her eyes, and her short black hair was always one behind her ear and one in front - always the same.
Independent, poor shy little Paige.
Mostly she's had an uneventful fifteen years of life - born a few years after her womanizing, "romantic" older brother. Puh-lease. She's heard that goo-goo-gah-gah cr.ap at least a thousand times from at least ten thousand different girlfriends. And then to make everything better, he just had to get a job. At her school. The only thing good in Paige's eyes coming out of him taking a job at Hogwarts was he made Muggle Studies a very popular subject. And nobody suspected Professor Nathan Bryce, with his messy brown hair and dazzling white teeth was related in any way to the invisible Paige - which was both good and bad.
And then there were her second cousins - every single holiday, the Belle family would come up. Jessica standing tall and ferocious, spitting venom with every taunting abusive word, and a thing of beauty. Da.mn Slytherins. Cedrella, though - she was even worse - not even worth going in. At least there was Jason, a breath of fresh air. Unfortunately, he was even more shy than Paige was, obviously not just emotionally abused by his sisters... and the only boy Paige had ever felt sorry for.
People were just lousy. Pawns, just little playthings who really just felt nothing - words meant little to Paige. People are the downfall of each other. They will never learn. They ruin each other, and tell off other people for doing the same. They had shaped Paige to be who she is - and though Paige never really thought about it - she absolutely hated it. She wanted to just start over. Begin again.
This time, without the people.
To escape this one night, she had slipped away from her dorm (this was easy, as no one would realize she would be missing, let alone miss her at all) and out onto the dark, damp grounds. The cool night wind tickled her legs through the dirt-encrusted holes on her pale gray jeans, the shocking dew staining her bare feet. At least Paige was still in possession of a navy blue zipper hoodie she had slipped on at the last minute. This proved to be a good decision, Paige thought with a smirk, her long pale fingers nice and toasty in a pocket in the front.
Character: Rose Weasley
Parents: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger-Weasley
House: Gryffindor
Age/Year: 16/6th
Birth gender: Female
Sample:Paige Bryce - what can I say? People say that she just simply does not belong in Ravenclaw, which was unfortunately was the house she had to put up with. Paige had three just perfect roommates with perfect hair and perfect bodies and perfect grades and were all just perfectly menacing. On the days they just left Paige alone, it was bliss - at least until they started pointing and giggling. That was the worst. But you really can't blame them; Paige was just so... Paige. She wasn't that smart, or at least not quite as smart as some of the people in her year. She was tall and slightly lanky, which was horrible because she was terribly shy, which led to her almost having no friends. And right on her honker lay a perfectly clean, barely noticeable yet the center of attention, little silver ball. Paige never regretted getting that - it never hurt, physically or emotionally. Her hazel eyes were wide, her pupil almost always covering her eyes, and her short black hair was always one behind her ear and one in front - always the same.
Independent, poor shy little Paige.
Mostly she's had an uneventful fifteen years of life - born a few years after her womanizing, "romantic" older brother. Puh-lease. She's heard that goo-goo-gah-gah cr.ap at least a thousand times from at least ten thousand different girlfriends. And then to make everything better, he just had to get a job. At her school. The only thing good in Paige's eyes coming out of him taking a job at Hogwarts was he made Muggle Studies a very popular subject. And nobody suspected Professor Nathan Bryce, with his messy brown hair and dazzling white teeth was related in any way to the invisible Paige - which was both good and bad.
And then there were her second cousins - every single holiday, the Belle family would come up. Jessica standing tall and ferocious, spitting venom with every taunting abusive word, and a thing of beauty. Da.mn Slytherins. Cedrella, though - she was even worse - not even worth going in. At least there was Jason, a breath of fresh air. Unfortunately, he was even more shy than Paige was, obviously not just emotionally abused by his sisters... and the only boy Paige had ever felt sorry for.
People were just lousy. Pawns, just little playthings who really just felt nothing - words meant little to Paige. People are the downfall of each other. They will never learn. They ruin each other, and tell off other people for doing the same. They had shaped Paige to be who she is - and though Paige never really thought about it - she absolutely hated it. She wanted to just start over. Begin again.
This time, without the people.
To escape this one night, she had slipped away from her dorm (this was easy, as no one would realize she would be missing, let alone miss her at all) and out onto the dark, damp grounds. The cool night wind tickled her legs through the dirt-encrusted holes on her pale gray jeans, the shocking dew staining her bare feet. At least Paige was still in possession of a navy blue zipper hoodie she had slipped on at the last minute. This proved to be a good decision, Paige thought with a smirk, her long pale fingers nice and toasty in a pocket in the front.
