Post by Rosalind Burke on Feb 5, 2008 13:23:45 GMT -5
Character Name:
Rosalind ''Rose'' Burke
Character Age:
11
Wand:
11'' birch, dragon heatrstring
Pet (if any):
Tweetii - owl
Family and Personal History (Go into detail, if possible):
Rosalind was born in London, her family were all muggles, with no trace of magic in their blood. She grew up in the east-end, and got a cockeny accent from her mother.
She made loads of muggle friends and was shocked when she found out she was a witch, though she was absolutley over the moon, and it explianed why weird things always happened to her.
Physical Description:
Rose has straw blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She has childlike features, though can look more grown up if she's in a serious mood. She is quite small for her age, and skinny.
She dresses in fairly random clothes, she loves to look different, like putting leg warmers on her arms, two kinds of stripy socks on, pink mixed with green, anything.
Personality Description:
Rose is a happy type of person, she is nearly always smiling or laughing, giving her a very child like look. She doesn't care what other people think, she only cares about how she herself feels.
She loves to read comic books, but her favourite past time is singing, she loves to sing, and will often be found singing. She is very shy though so you probably wouldn't find her singing infront of large crowds, unless they were friends.
Strengths:
+ DADA
+ Ancient Runes
+ Singing
+ Eating
Weaknesses:
- Potions
- History of magic
- Is too shy to start a conversation with anyone.
If given the opportunity - would you take part in a Quidditch team, a Book Club, a Potions group or an Afternoon Tea party? Quidditch
If you found a wandering Kneazle, what would you do? Return it to its owner if it had any, if not then care for it.
What House would you like to be placed in, and why? (This is to be taken into consideration, though the Hat will ultimately make the final decision.) It doesn't matter to me.
Please give us an example RP:
Annemarie stood by her fathers bed, he hadn't had the energy to get out of his bed for the past week, his eyelids were closed, but he was awake, his breathing was unsteady and deep, he was struggling to breath, that was much was obvious. Anne held his hand tightly, as she had for the past few days.
She could feel a lump in her throat, just watching him struggle through these days was too much for her. She watched as he coughed dramatically then went back to his ragged breathing. She closed her eyes, so as to stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. She knew he was earing the end of his life, but she refused to let herself say it.
He opened his eyes, Anne squeezed his hand tighter, ''Father, h..how are you feeling'' she asked, but he didn't seem to hear her. ''Dad?'' she said a little unsure. He stared at the foot of the bed, ''Who is that?'' he asked lifting a frail hand to point to the end of the bed. Anne looked down, ''There's no-one there'' she said, confused. ''Hello'' said Claudius, oblivious to Anne, he stared at the bottom of the bad.
Anne looked confused at the foot of the bed, she was getting worried, ''Father no-one is there'' she said, her father turned to her, ''She's inviting me on a journey'' he said, an odd childish look on his face. Anne shook her head. ''No...nones there'' she said, her voice breaking, ''Dad look at me, theres no-one there, none'' she said, worried.
He smiled an odd smile, ''I'm coming'' he whispered then he turned to Anne ''My carriage has arrived'' he said, then he rested his head back on the pillow, his eyes closed. She felt his hand going limp. She shook her head, ''Dad, dad'' she said, shaking him slightly, there was no response. ''Dad, no.. there is no carriage, father wake up'' she said, tears rolling down her cheeks refusing to believe it. ''Come back'' she whispered.
''Dad come back, please, come back to me'' she whispered, laying her head on him. She rested, tears pouring out of her eyes. ''I love you'' she whispered, he, her only family had died. She refused to believe it, he's not dead, he's not dead she said over and over in her head. But at the back of her mind she knew, he was gone.
And he was never coming back. Never again would he hug her, tell her story's of her mother, talk to her, be there for her. He was gone. She lay, grieving. She had planned to take him to the hospital later on in the evening, yet she was almost glad she hadn't. This was how he wanted it, to die in his house, his family, even if it was just Annemarie, by his side. She closed her eyes. ''He'll be back, he's just sleeping, he'll be back'' she whispered, her eyes still closed.
Rosalind ''Rose'' Burke
Character Age:
11
Wand:
11'' birch, dragon heatrstring
Pet (if any):
Tweetii - owl
Family and Personal History (Go into detail, if possible):
Rosalind was born in London, her family were all muggles, with no trace of magic in their blood. She grew up in the east-end, and got a cockeny accent from her mother.
She made loads of muggle friends and was shocked when she found out she was a witch, though she was absolutley over the moon, and it explianed why weird things always happened to her.
Physical Description:
Rose has straw blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She has childlike features, though can look more grown up if she's in a serious mood. She is quite small for her age, and skinny.
She dresses in fairly random clothes, she loves to look different, like putting leg warmers on her arms, two kinds of stripy socks on, pink mixed with green, anything.
Personality Description:
Rose is a happy type of person, she is nearly always smiling or laughing, giving her a very child like look. She doesn't care what other people think, she only cares about how she herself feels.
She loves to read comic books, but her favourite past time is singing, she loves to sing, and will often be found singing. She is very shy though so you probably wouldn't find her singing infront of large crowds, unless they were friends.
Strengths:
+ DADA
+ Ancient Runes
+ Singing
+ Eating
Weaknesses:
- Potions
- History of magic
- Is too shy to start a conversation with anyone.
If given the opportunity - would you take part in a Quidditch team, a Book Club, a Potions group or an Afternoon Tea party? Quidditch
If you found a wandering Kneazle, what would you do? Return it to its owner if it had any, if not then care for it.
What House would you like to be placed in, and why? (This is to be taken into consideration, though the Hat will ultimately make the final decision.) It doesn't matter to me.
Please give us an example RP:
Annemarie stood by her fathers bed, he hadn't had the energy to get out of his bed for the past week, his eyelids were closed, but he was awake, his breathing was unsteady and deep, he was struggling to breath, that was much was obvious. Anne held his hand tightly, as she had for the past few days.
She could feel a lump in her throat, just watching him struggle through these days was too much for her. She watched as he coughed dramatically then went back to his ragged breathing. She closed her eyes, so as to stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. She knew he was earing the end of his life, but she refused to let herself say it.
He opened his eyes, Anne squeezed his hand tighter, ''Father, h..how are you feeling'' she asked, but he didn't seem to hear her. ''Dad?'' she said a little unsure. He stared at the foot of the bed, ''Who is that?'' he asked lifting a frail hand to point to the end of the bed. Anne looked down, ''There's no-one there'' she said, confused. ''Hello'' said Claudius, oblivious to Anne, he stared at the bottom of the bad.
Anne looked confused at the foot of the bed, she was getting worried, ''Father no-one is there'' she said, her father turned to her, ''She's inviting me on a journey'' he said, an odd childish look on his face. Anne shook her head. ''No...nones there'' she said, her voice breaking, ''Dad look at me, theres no-one there, none'' she said, worried.
He smiled an odd smile, ''I'm coming'' he whispered then he turned to Anne ''My carriage has arrived'' he said, then he rested his head back on the pillow, his eyes closed. She felt his hand going limp. She shook her head, ''Dad, dad'' she said, shaking him slightly, there was no response. ''Dad, no.. there is no carriage, father wake up'' she said, tears rolling down her cheeks refusing to believe it. ''Come back'' she whispered.
''Dad come back, please, come back to me'' she whispered, laying her head on him. She rested, tears pouring out of her eyes. ''I love you'' she whispered, he, her only family had died. She refused to believe it, he's not dead, he's not dead she said over and over in her head. But at the back of her mind she knew, he was gone.
And he was never coming back. Never again would he hug her, tell her story's of her mother, talk to her, be there for her. He was gone. She lay, grieving. She had planned to take him to the hospital later on in the evening, yet she was almost glad she hadn't. This was how he wanted it, to die in his house, his family, even if it was just Annemarie, by his side. She closed her eyes. ''He'll be back, he's just sleeping, he'll be back'' she whispered, her eyes still closed.
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